#bangtan x you
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Say I Do (m) | jjk
Summary: you and Jungkook tease each other at your wedding reception.
Pairing: jungkook x female reader (no Y/N and unnamed)
AUs: non-idol!au, wedding!au
Genres: smut– like it’s just smut, nothing else 🤣
Rating: mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!
Word count: 5,2k
Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸
Warnings/tag: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, handjob, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, slightly rough sex, choking, biting, spitting, ass grabbing, impreg kink, degrading names (whore used once).
Author’s note: I made this for my lovely friend Lua (@letjungcoook7)!!!! SURPRISE!!!! I hope you like it! I was inspired to make this because of our chat, and I just want to say that you are so fucking lovely, sweet and kind 💖 I really hope this isn’t too much, but I just had too 🥹 I really wanted to make it dirty, but it ended up being more sweet instead, I’m sorry! I love talking to you and I just wanted to let you know that I adore and treasure you 😘
Honestly Lua, I just wrote this to tell you how beautiful you are– mind, body and soul. Thank you Lua, I love ya 💜
This is just something very short while I work on ‘My Heart’s Home’. But I hope you like it, and please let me know what you think: my inbox is always open, and I love to hear from you, even a reblog/comment will put a big smile on my face 💜
Also!!! This is written from Jungkook’s POV (well I tried, lol). And normally I don’t describe the reader/MC, but she does have a tiny bit description in this, but I still feel it’s vague enough. But if that isn’t your thing, it’s completely fine 🙂 This is not proofread (because I’m too lazy for that right now).
This has nothing to do with my other fic 'say that again (I dare you)', but if you want to read that I'm not opposed (it's also a jjk fic) ✨
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Rising gracefully to his feet, Taehyung's infectious enthusiasm fills the room as he declares, “I propose a toast!” His radiant smile sweeps over the myriad of guests you meticulously invited to your wedding—more than a hundred souls sharing in the joy of your love story.
As he prepares to speak, Jungkook can't help but marvel at the grandeur of the occasion. Despite his personal inclination towards a more intimate celebration, he wouldn't dream of denying you this moment, surrounded by the warmth of friends and family who have come together to witness the union of two hearts.
Despite Taehyung's earnest attempt to capture Jungkook's attention with a throat-clearing preamble, Jungkook finds himself inexplicably entranced elsewhere. Even in the midst of one of his closest friends delivering a heartfelt wedding speech—something he should be wholeheartedly absorbing—but it’s hard. As hard as his dick that you’re palming over his dress pants.
The tantalizing dance of your hand sends ripples of pleasure through him, an intoxicating distraction that eclipses all other thoughts. It's an artful symphony of sensation, each movement crafting a masterpiece of desire within him. The struggle to concentrate on anything else becomes an exhilarating battle. Fuck.
You, the mischievous enchantress, wield your allure like a potent spell.
A tantalizing awareness of your own danger courses through your veins, and you wield it with an expert finesse. Every knowing glance, every sly smile, is a calculated move in the game you effortlessly play. You've mastered the art of ensnaring him, wrapping him around your finger with a magnetic force that compels him to dance to your whims. It's a dangerous dance, but he willingly succumbs to the intoxication of your charm, embracing the thrill as much as he cherishes the intoxicating love he feels for you.
What the fuck is Taehyung saying?
Taehyung’s words dissolve into a meaningless buzz, drowned out by the illicit symphony you're orchestrating beneath the table. The audacious zipper sliding down and the tantalizing exploration of your hand over the fabric of his boxer briefs command all of Jungkook's attention.
Profanity trembles on the edge of his tongue, but it's lost in the overwhelming sensation that eclipses any coherent thought. Your stealthy touch renders him blissfully oblivious to everything else unfolding around him.
Suppressing a low, guttural sound, he clenches his teeth, using every ounce of willpower to stifle the moan building in his throat. As desire courses through him like a wildfire, he willingly parts his legs, a silent invitation for you to explore more boldly, granting ample space for the electrifying touch of your hand over the hardened length of his cock.
He marvels at your audacity, finding it both exhilarating and daring that you'd embark on such a provocative escapade during your wedding reception. Yet, deep down, he acknowledges that it's a reflection of the wild spirit that has always defined your relationship. It's a shared affinity for dancing on the edge, reveling in the allure of danger, and delighting in the thrill of engaging in activities that should, by all accounts, remain private. It's a facet of your relationship that has always been magnetic, drawing you both into a world where the risk of being caught only adds to the intoxicating excitement.
In the blink of an eye, your hand deftly maneuvers beneath the fabric of his boxers, sending a shiver down his spine. A hiss escapes his lips as your long, slender fingers confidently envelop his cock. The warmth of your touch is both a balm and an inferno, and he instinctively tilts his head back in the chair, a silent plea for discretion.
As he surrenders to the delicious sensation, he can't help but cast a furtive glance around, fervently hoping that the clandestine ballet unfolding beneath the table remains a tantalizing secret shared only between you.
Despite the uproarious laughter echoing through the room in response to Taehyung's speech, Jungkook remains oblivious to its contents, ensnared the choreography of your hand beneath the table.
The mirthful ambiance only fuels his curiosity, surmising that Taehyung must have delivered a punchline or shared a humorous anecdote. Meanwhile, beneath the table's concealment, your hand skillfully traces a tantalizing path along his hardened cock, drawing a hushed hiss from Jungkook's lips.
With a steely resolve, he masks any trace of emotion, locking his features in a stoic facade and maintaining an impressive silence. His determined effort is not just to conceal the electrifying sensations your actions are evoking, but also to safeguard the clandestine intimacy you both share from the prying eyes of the unsuspecting guests.
Every fiber of his being is a coiled spring, resisting the urge to yield to the pleasure that threatens to unravel beneath the veneer of his restrained expression.
As his gaze shifts towards you, he's met with an unexpected sight—there you sit, an image of demure elegance in your exquisite white gown.
The fabric caresses your curves in all the right places, accentuating the allure of your figure. The daringly low neckline teases a glimpse of the captivating silhouette of your bosom, leaving him momentarily breathless. The off-the-shoulder design unveils a generous expanse of your soft, tender skin, a tantalizing sight that aligns perfectly with his preferences.
Despite the provocative allure of your attire, your outward appearance betrays no hint of the illicit affair transpiring beneath the table. If he didn't intimately know the secret you were concealing—your hand discreetly exploring the realm beneath his pants—he'd be fooled by the serene facade you present, seemingly absorbed in the captivating rhythm of Taehyung's speech.
In a silent plea of gratitude, Jungkook revels in the fact that the attention of the guests is fixed on Taehyung's speech, sparing him the scrutiny of prying eyes.
Little do they know, the real spectacle unfolds beneath the table, where your touch becomes an exquisite torment.
Every movement of your hand is a tantalizing dance, a blend of ecstasy and torture that threatens to unravel him. With a teasing finesse, your soft fingers caress his frenulum, tracing a path towards the depths of pleasure. The deliberate slide over his slit elicits a shiver of pure ecstasy, leaving Jungkook teetering on the precipice of desire that you expertly navigate.
Your hand envelops him, a cocoon of warmth that intensifies with each skillful stroke. The pleasure coursing through him is undeniably exquisite, a testament to the mastery of your touch. Yet, a lingering awareness tugs at the edges of his consciousness—an impending climax that threatens to unravel the careful threads of restraint. The exquisite sensations you evoke compel him to desperately anchor his thoughts, to redirect the intoxicating focus from the captivating dance beneath the table to Taehyung's speech.
The challenge lies not just in resisting the magnetic pull of pleasure but in maintaining a semblance of composure, navigating the delicate balance between the ecstasy you're orchestrating beneath the table and the public façade demanded by the occasion.
“We’ve been friends for so long, how many years is it now, Gguk?” As Taehyung poses the question, a hushed anticipation envelops the room, and all eyes converge on Jungkook.
Fuck.
All eyes are on him and he can’t think— he’s mind is clouded with thoughts of you.
Taehyung– Fuck. How long have they been friends?
In a sudden stumble of recollection, he breathes out, “17 years,” the weight of the shared history resonating in the room. Yet, the gravity of the moment is unexpectedly intensified as you administer an assertive squeeze around cock. Fuck.
With a chuckle that slices through the tension, Taehyung seamlessly continues his discourse, effortlessly reclaiming the attention of the room and redirecting every wandering gaze back to him. A collective exhale echoes in Jungkook's mind, a silent gratitude for the timely diversion that spares the clandestine spectacle beneath the table from becoming the unwitting center of attention.
Relentless, you maintain the rhythm on his dick, displaying an unwavering determination that hints at an intention to push him to the brink, right under the unsuspecting gaze of the gathered guests.
As the divine caress of your hand propels him perilously close to the edge, a surge of urgency overtakes him. Desperate, he turns his face towards you, eyes silently pleading for respite, but your gaze remains steadfastly elsewhere.
Frustration wells within him, and he attempts to use his hands to guide yours away, only to find your grip tightening in response. The conflicting forces of pleasure and restraint collide within him, his muscles tensing as a hitch in his breath betrays the precarious precipice upon which he teeters.
Leaning in, you bring with you a halo of your natural sweet scent, an intoxicating allure that wraps around him, overwhelming his senses and leaving him slightly dizzy.
Your lips, soft and plush, delicately find his cheek in what appears to be a tender gesture to the outside world. To the unsuspecting onlookers, it's a simple, sweet kiss on the cheek.
Little do they know, in that same moment, your daring move involves not just the gentle press of your lips but the subtle exploration of your other hand slipping under his boxers to fondle his balls.
Fucking hell he’s gonna come.
Ecstasy courses through him like a wildfire, an imminent eruption fueled by the intoxicating cocktail of your skillful touch on his balls, warm breath teasing his ear, and the relentless grip on his pulsating desire. The threshold between pleasure and release narrows to a perilous edge, and he finds himself teetering on the brink, held captive by the maddening symphony of sensations you've orchestrated.
Despite his valiant efforts to remain attentive to his friend's speech, the sheer mastery of your pleasure-inducing touch proves insurmountable. Every deliberate stroke, every strategic squeeze of his balls, propels him further into the abyss of ecstasy. In a moment of surrender, he can no longer contain the torrent of desire, and ropes of his essence surge forth from his throbbing dick. His lips bear the weight of a stifled moan, as you keep stroking him through his orgasm.
Beside him, your chuckle is a symphony of sweetness interwoven with a hint of mischief, a melodic backdrop to the ongoing crescendo of pleasure you expertly administer through his orgasm.
As he traverses the realm of oversensitivity, a low, guttural grunt escapes him, drawing the curious gaze of Taehyung, engrossed in his ongoing speech. Though momentarily caught in a gaze of questioning inquiry, Taehyung forges ahead, resuming his speech with a peculiar stare, unwittingly oblivious to the spectacle unfolding beside him.
Thank fuck both of your parents aren’t seated right next to you. That would have been utterly mortifying and embarrassing.
With a deliberate finesse, you retract your hand from his crotch, guiding it gracefully over the table, where you nonchalantly employ a napkin to erase any lingering evidence. Seated there, you adopt an innocent facade, a picture of angelic composure that conceals the fact that, mere seconds ago, your hand delved into the forbidden realm beneath his pants.
With an audible exhale, he reaches for a napkin, hastily attending to the aftermath on his pants. The damage is fortunately minimal, thanks to your deft intervention that efficiently captured most of his release. Smart girl.
But a mischievous spark ignites in his eyes, a silent vow echoing beneath the surface - oh, he's going to get back at you for that, you little minx.
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As the notes of the classic wedding waltz envelop the room, Jungkook marvels at the surreal reality—he gets to call you his wife now. The ethereal glow surrounding you transcends the physical, a radiant aura that has always defined you. Despite your humble protestations about your own beauty, he's captivated by the undeniable truth: you've always been, and continue to be, an enchanting vision. Countless times you've confessed to feeling otherwise, but in his eyes, you're a masterpiece. In this moment, as you dance together, you're not just a part of his world; you are his entire universe.
Gazing into the pools of your sweet, doe-like eyes, their exquisite almond shape captivates him, holding his attention in an unbreakable trance. He contemplates the nuances of your beauty, from the enchanting curvature of your slightly upturned nose to the endearing moments when he can't resist playfully poking it during your teasing exchanges. Every inch of you, in his eyes, is a masterpiece, and he pledges to vocalize his admiration every day, a ritual aimed at etching your beauty into your own consciousness.
He dreams that with each affirming word, he'll weave a tapestry of self-love around you, until the day you see yourself as he does—undeniably, breathtakingly beautiful.
As you dance, your eyes ablaze with an unmistakable love, he luxuriates in the intensity of your gaze. A daring current of desire propels his hand, gliding with deliberate intent down your body until it boldly claims your ass.
Uninhibited, he seizes it with audacious confidence, the bold move oblivious to the watchful eyes surrounding you. A soft, mischievous squeeze elicits a sweet chuckle from you, a harmonious note in the symphony of shared amusement that reverberates through the party, as the crowd collectively succumbs to the captivating allure of your uninhibited dance.
As the soft strains of the music envelop you both in a waltz, your heads draw nearer, the enchanting melody echoing the tender dance of your hearts. With the song nearing its end, he seizes the moment, leaning in intimately close to your ear. The hushed promise that escapes his lips carries a tantalizing undercurrent, his warm breath grazing your skin as he vows, “I'm going to get you back for earlier, babe.”
He senses the subtle shiver coursing through you as his touch lingers, a silent testament to the shared electricity between you. As the final notes of the song fade into the applause and cheers of the crowd, seizing the perfect moment, he leans in, embracing you in a sweet and passionate kiss.
As the rhythm of a more upbeat song invigorates the dance floor, he seizes the opportunity to whisk you away from the lively crowd. Amidst the pulsating beats and the vivacious laughter of the guests, he guides you outside the building, their merriment gradually fading into the background.
In the crisp night air, he asserts a sudden dominance, pressing you against the sturdy wall. His gaze, infused with an unmistakable hunger and need, locks onto your beautiful eyes, creating a magnetic tension that reverberates between you.
“You are a little minx, you know that?” His words, not laced with anger but rather a dangerous undercurrent of arousal, hang in the charged air. Your chuckle, a sweet symphony that further stirs the tempest within him, prompts a hiss as he succumbs to the magnetic pull, diving fervently into the captivating abyss of your mouth.
The kiss intensifies, a collision of passion that is both hard and rough, fueled by an undeniable need. In the urgency of the moment, he can't afford to wait, the impatience palpable in every fervent press of lips.
You envelop him in the embrace of your arms, fingers intertwining at the nape of his neck, while your gaze rises to meet his. In the depths of his eyes, once warm brown orbs now transformed into pools of near-black intensity, a reflection of the potent arousal coursing through his veins.
Your hand embarks on a daring journey, descending to the front of his pants once more, and the response is instantaneous – hardness reignites, a testament to the insatiable flame you kindle within him. Desire for you pulses like a constant current, an almost permanent state of arousal that defies logical explanation. Whatever enchantment you cast upon him, it's an irresistible force that weaves a tantalizing spell, leaving him perpetually captivated by the mystique of your touch.
Breaking away from the embrace of your soft lips, he wears a smirk laden with both warning and allure. “You're playing with fire, babe,” he remarks, the subtle edge in his voice echoing the intoxicating dance of danger and desire that swirls between you.
In a hushed whisper that flutters against your ear, he breathes, “You've been a naughty girl.”
The words, laden with an undercurrent of sultry authority, send a shiver down your spine, awakening a cascade of tingles that traverse the landscape of your entire body.
Descending to the delicate expanse of your neck, he peppers it with soft, almost teasing kisses, each touch a prelude to the symphony of sensations. Then, in an abrupt shift from gentle caresses, he bites down, coaxing from you a loud moan that resonates through the air—an intoxicating sound that echoes in the depths of his desire, a melody he'll never tire of hearing.
Continuing his explorative journey, he ventures further south, his lips descending to the curve of your breasts. With a deliberate tenderness, he places a kiss atop the soft expanse of your tender tits.
Gracefully sinking to his knees, he gazes up at you with a mischievous smirk, the air thick with a heady mixture of desire and anticipation. His tongue darts out, grazing his lips in a provocative dance of anticipation, signaling the imminent exploration of pleasures yet to unfold.
With an assertive grip, he seizes the front of your dress, drawing it away in a swift, purposeful motion. Despite the abundance of fabric, he deftly bunches it up with ease. “Hold your dress, please,” he directs, handing you the end of the gathered fabric.
“Hmm. Nice lace stockings, and that girdle—what are you doing to me?” he murmurs, his voice a tantalizing blend of desire and fascination. His gaze lingers appreciatively on your beautiful thighs encased in nude stockings adorned with lace at the top, fastened to a concealed girdle on your waist.
His eyes widen with a mix of surprise and arousal as they land on your wet and glistening pussy, the evidence of desire trickling down your thigh. “Oh my god. You're not wearing panties?” he breathes out, his voice carrying the weight of both revelation and anticipation. A subtle lick of his lips betrays the intensity of his reaction.
A playful chuckle escapes your lips as you hover above him, and without a moment's hesitation, he immerses himself in the intoxicating warmth of your desire. His lips eagerly find their destination, tracing a decadent path from the delicate folds to the pulsating essence of your clit.
The sensation ripples through your body, igniting a shiver that becomes an involuntary response to the electrifying dance between tongues, pleasure, and the shared yearning that binds you together.
He embarks on a tantalizing journey of tongue and suction, starting with teasing caresses that send tremors of anticipation through your body. His hands, strong and purposeful, find purchase on your thighs, holding you in a firm grip as he orchestrates a symphony of pleasure with his skillful tongue, creating an intoxicating dance that blurs the lines between sensation and desire.
A throaty moan escapes your lips as his nose delicately brushes against your pulsating cl*t, his tongue delving as deep as its voracious hunger allows. The exquisite sensation of his exploration elicits an involuntary clenching around him, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.
Your thighs, unable to withstand the intensity, succumb to a tremor, trembling beneath the intoxicating caress of pleasure that consumes you.
His dexterous fingers ascend to your throbbing clit, and with a skillful touch, he sets in motion a rapid dance of pleasure, causing your entire body to quiver with newfound intensity. The quickened rhythm of your breath becomes a symphony of desire, a telltale sign for him that you're teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.
Eager to reciprocate the pleasure you bestowed upon him within the confines of the reception, he fervently laps at your tender folds. Simultaneously, his fingers engage in a deft dance around your throbbing clit, orchestrating a symphony of sensations that echoes the pulsating rhythm of desire between you.
With the harmonious fusion of his skilled tongue and nimble fingers, he orchestrates the unraveling of your senses. As ecstasy courses through you, your body convulses in euphoria, your walls clenching around his tongue, and the pulsating rhythm of your clit intensifying under the spell of his fingers.
Waves of pleasure surge through you, causing your body to quake, and in the throes of ecstasy, you release a high-pitched, strained moan that bears his name—an intimate symphony of pleasure that lingers in the air.
Breathless and overwhelmed, you gasp out his name, a plea woven into the words, “Fuck, Jungkook. I can't stand up anymore.” As he gracefully withdraws from your core, his gaze rises to meet yours, locking in a shared moment of intensity.
He chuckles, the rich timbre of his laughter lingering in the charged air. “I know, babe. Do you want me to fuck you against the wall?”
You draw in a sharp breath, and he keenly observes the subtle clench of your hand, the fabric of the dress tightly gathered within your grasp.
“Fuck yeah,” An unbridled affirmation escapes your lips, a primal declaration of desire. As he rises to his feet, a surge of urgency propels him to capture your mouth in a hungry kiss. The taste of your own release lingers on his lips, creating an intimate communion of shared pleasure that binds you together in the aftermath of passion.
As he engulfs you in a fervent kiss, the symphony of desire playing out between you, his hands deftly navigate the zipper of his dress pants. With a purposeful movement, he unveils his throbbing cock, stroking it in rhythmic cadence.
His hands, driven by a primal urgency, seek out the contours of your a*s with a possessive intent. “Jump up, babe,” he commands, the resonance of his voice weaving a spell of anticipation. As you obediently jump, he effortlessly lifts you, cocooning you against the wall.
In a brief struggle against the bulk of your dress, both of you grapple with the fabric, pushing it away from the front of your entwined bodies. A shared chuckle hangs in the air, a lighthearted interlude in the midst of fervor. But as the fabric yields to your efforts, Jungkook seizes the opportunity, moving in with an insatiable hunger to bite at your neck once more.
With a sultry whisper, he breathes, “I'm gonna fuck a baby into you, would you like that, hmm?”
The words, pregnant with promise, glide against your ear, and the responsive clench of your legs around his waist speaks volumes. A knowing chuckle escapes him as you endeavor to pull him even closer, the shared desire resonating between you in the charged space.
“Please,” your plea, a desperate yet fervent entreaty, escapes your lips, a poignant melody of desire that resonates in the charged air. The subtle smirk that graces his lips is both a testament to your undeniable need for him and an acknowledgment of the power he holds over your cravings.
With a deliberate touch, he locates his throbbing cock with one hand and skillfully aligns it with your dripping entrance. The tantalizing dance begins as he teases your slick folds with the head of his pulsating dick, creating an electrifying friction that amplifies the anticipation between you two.
“Gguk, please,” you plead with a mixture of desire and frustration, your voice echoing the urgent need for him to bridge the gap between anticipation and fulfillment. However, he remains steadfast, skillfully teasing your slick folds without granting the entry your body craves.
With a desperate plea escaping your lips once more, he finally relents. The moment stretches with anticipation before he forcefully thrusts his thick cock into your eager pussy. The collision is met with an audible impact as your back forcefully meets the wall.
He forgoes the customary pause for adjustment, intuitively aware that you relish the exquisite stretch when he enters you so abruptly. Without hesitation, he plunges deep into your core, reaching the furthest recesses, his thick length grazing against your cervix.
“You’re so big, the stretch feels so good!”
You gasp breathlessly against his body, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. The intoxicating stretch sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, a visceral reminder of the intensity between you two. Determined to fully immerse yourself in the sensation, you pant against him, actively striving to ride the wave of pleasure, desperate to fuck yourself on him, the relentless pursuit of ecstasy evident in every ardent movement.
He establishes a relentless rhythm, driving into you with a force that resonates against the unyielding wall of the building. The symphony of your combined panting echoes in the air, a melodic accompaniment to the unbridled passion unfolding. Jungkook, captivated by the primal symphony, savors every delightful noise escaping your lips—a harmonious blend of desire and surrender, heightening the intensity of the fervent connection shared between you.
As he thrusts into you, each powerful motion striking your cervix, he elevates the intensity by trailing one hand up to your neck. With a gentle yet possessive touch, he wraps his fingers around your throat.
He knows you like it dirty and rough, and fuck he does too.
His taunting words, laced with a playful yet provocative tone, cut through the charged air. “Did you enjoy the little game with your fingers down my pants while Tae was making his speech?” The rhetorical question hangs between you, a teasing challenge that elicits a subtle clenching reaction around him.
In a sultry revelation, he whispers, “'Next to your bridesmaid and your parents. You naughty girl.” The hand steadying against the wall takes a firm hold of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh with deliberate intent. A resonant moan of pleasure escapes your lips, harmonizing with the rhythmic cadence of his thrusts as he skillfully targets your sweet spot.
“So naughty,” he breathes, punctuating each fervent thrust with a rhythmic intensity that sends shivers down your spine. “You enjoy getting off in front of your friends, huh?” His words, infused with a seductive blend of desire and provocation, become a tantalizing soundtrack to the relentless grind of his dick into you.
“And getting me off too? Whore,” he seethes into your ear, the heated accusation leaving a scorching trail of desire in its wake. Your response, a shiver against his body, fuels the intensity of the moment.
As he continues to fuck you with an unrestrained force, your breasts bounce in a mesmerizing rhythm that captivates him. So fucking perfect.
“Stick your tongue out,” he commands, his eyes intently fixed on you as you obediently roll out your tongue, anticipating the act you relish. The charged moment lingers, pregnant with expectation. With a deliberate move, he spits on your waiting tongue, and you, the embodiment of submission, dutifully swallow it.
Damn it, he knows he won't last much longer if he continues to be entranced by the rhythmic bounce of your enticing breasts—they possess an almost hypnotic allure over him. And that tongue of yours, oh, it's pure seduction.
“And you can't even wait until we reach our hotel suite to be fucked. So fucking needy, and I love it,” he declares, a blend of admiration and desire lacing his words. The deliberate clench of his fingers around your throat follows, a subtle yet potent assertion of control. His gaze remains fixed on your eyes, watching with a predatory intensity as they dilate even more.
As he tightens his grip, the sensation of his fingers constricting around your throat elicits a primal response—your walls clenching around his cock. The synchronized symphony of pleasure and control intertwines, and a guttural groan escapes him, an audible testament to the ecstasy coursing through his veins.
Driven by an insatiable desire, he redoubles his efforts to fuck you even deeper.
“My filthy wife,” he pants into your ear, the possessive term dripping with desire, a declaration that ignites a primal response within you. The sultry proclamation elicits a moan of his name from your lips, a vocal affirmation of the all-encompassing pleasure coursing through your body. His acute awareness of your nearing climax manifests in the rhythmic clenching around his dick, a tangible sign of the intimate dance between you two.
“Fuck, Gguk. I'm so close again. Fuck!” you pant fervently against the curve of his neck, the words laced with desperation and desire. He senses the mounting intensity in your voice, a symphony of passion reaching its crescendo.
Yet, he's attuned to the nuances, recognizing the subtle signs that your body, though on the brink of ecstasy, bears the weight of fatigue, having navigated the day in those tantalizing heels.
“You crave an audience, don't you? Want people to watch you, to hear you,” he moans into your ear, the words a sultry declaration that fans the flames of desire between you two. The acknowledgment of your shared exhibitionist desires ignites a fresh surge of pleasure, prompting an instinctive clench around him.
“Then scream my name, let everyone in the damn party know how damn good I'm fucking you,” he commands, the intensity of his voice sending shivers down your spine. As your walls clench with even greater fervor, pulsating around his dick, a wave of your liquid envelops him, transforming the intimate connection into a slippery dance of shared pleasure.
You unleash his name with a primal scream, the sheer force of your ecstasy reverberating through the open air outside. Your head drops against the curve of his neck, seeking refuge in the haven of his embrace as the waves of pleasure cascade over you.
He relentlessly thrusts his dick into you, the urgency palpable as he seeks his own release. “I'm gonna give you a baby, just like we've always dreamed of.”
“Ahhh, fuck, yes!” The exclamation bursts from your lips, a little too loud, as an uncontrollable surge of pleasure courses through you. Your teeth instinctively seek refuge on his shoulder, sinking into the firm flesh in an unbridled act of both ecstasy and restraint.
“Fuck, babe, I'm gonna come,” he confesses with a guttural moan, each subsequent thrust punctuated with the desperation of impending release. His rhythm stumbles, an involuntary response to the intensity building within him as he hurtles towards the precipice of his orgasm. And then it hits him.
The rhythmic bounce of your tits in his face, the soft and sweet scent that envelops him, and the melodic cadence of your voice—all converge to cast a spell on his senses. In the midst of your lovely moans, he succumbs to the intoxicating blend of sensations, unleashing a torrent of white-hot semen deep inside your spent pussy.
Panting and gasping, you both struggle for precious breaths, bodies slick with the sheen of sweat acquired in the throes of passion. Amidst the shared exhaustion, a mutual chuckle reverberates between you, an intimate exchange that encapsulates the postcoital atmosphere.
With your head nestled against his, you gaze into the depth of his eyes and confess, “I love you, Gukkie.” The words, tender and raw, bridge the physical intimacy you've just shared with the emotional vulnerability of a heartfelt declaration.
“I love you too. Every damn inch of you, you're so beautiful,” he pants, a declaration infused with both desire and admiration. As he smiles at you, the post-passion glow accentuates the sincerity in his eyes, turning the exchange into a powerful affirmation.
He'll never tire of professing his boundless love and adoration for you, vowing to weave those sentiments into the fabric of each passing day. The promise to remind you, with unwavering devotion, echoes in his commitment to articulate his love every damn day.
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"You love torturing Jungkook. He is so fucking adorable when he whines and squirms for you. Alternatively: You tie up Jungkook and torture him with a pretty prostate vibrator."
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut
Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, ownership kink, bondage, hickeys, biting, dirty talk, use of a prostate vibrator, exhibitionism, voyeurism, stripping, orgasm control, she ties him up and then goes to the room next door to let him suffer with a vibrator in his ass, consensually of course, aftercare
Wordcount: 5.5k
a/n: currently eating him tf up ngngng he is so!! have fun besties 🧡
“Too tight?”
“No, it’s perfect.”
“Good.”
You tie a pretty bow and run your hands up his arms. He has them behind his back, still covered by the sleeves of his black button up. The button up is open in the front because your hands needed to feel his skin. It adds to the vibes. Half-dressed and already ravished. He looks so handsome this way.
“Mhm, so fucking yummy”, you purr, dragging your parted lips up his neck, “you look so yummy tied up.”
Jungkook rolls his head to the side, closing his eyes sensually at the feeling. Your kiss is electric on his skin, leaving him wanting more. Tingles keep running down his spine, his heart is racing in his chest.
You reach the lobe of his ear, tracing it with the tip of your tongue. He giggles, writhing away because it tickles. You chuckle, pulling him close with your hand around his throat. You don’t apply pressure. He should know that he is yours even without any kind of force.
“Don’t flee”, you purr and snatch for his ear to nibble on it softly.
“Tickles”, he sighs and shivers. He whines, lifting his shoulder, “tickles, I can’t help it.”
“Mhm, poor boy”, you tease and peck the shell of his pierced ear. You give him a soft squeeze before sitting back. The distance hurts both of you. You want to feel his warmth, just as he wants to feel yours. But it is needed. Only distance makes it possible that you can get what you need. You hold it between your fingers as you crawl to the front. He is sitting on the bed, having his legs bent by the knees and pulled close to him. His eyes run over your body instantly. You are still in your dress. Burgundy red. It matches with your lipstick and the jewels on your ears. The dress is cut to really show off your chest in the most sensual and elegant of ways. His eyes linger on it and how your breasts move as you get closer to him.
“Like the view?” you tease him.
“Sorry”, he looks into your eyes, “I didn’t mean to stare.”
You chuckle, “you’re a horndog.”
“Hey.”
“I like it”, you swipe your thumb over his pouty lips, “don’t get the wrong idea.”
He follows the touch with a sigh of your name and his lids fluttering. He looks so perfect this way. It’s a shame that you have to cover those pretty lips of his’.
You lift the pink scarf into his vision. His eyes trace it hungrily. He licks his lips. The scarf sat around your shoulders once, keeping you warm in the chilly night. It made you look prettier than you already were. Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from pulling it down one your shoulders to leave kisses on your soft skin. It was in a dark corner of the theatre during intermission. He just couldn’t take the longing anymore and so he pulled you into the closest corner he could find to ravish you with gentle kisses and his big hand naturally sliding to the small of your back.
“Behave”, you told him as your eyes scanned the crowds of people scurrying around the luxurious building. Nobody seemed to notice or if they did, they acted like you were invisible.
“You shouldn’t have dressed this way then”, he whispered, “you make it hard to behave.”
You turned to him then, scanning your eyes over his body. He wore a black suit over a black button up. It was tailored to fit his figure perfectly and his long hair was styled out of his face. He looked to die for.
“I’m behaving too, aren’t I?”
His eyes lowered in begging then. He was such a natural at begging. You rarely find it in yourself to deny him.
“We could get outta here. I bet the second act’s gonna be just as boring”, he argued.
“You’ll manage”, you said and broke away from him to return to your seats. Tonight you wanted to deny him. It was all part of the plan.
Now you are here. Back in your hotel room with the blinds closed and the lights dimmed. You couldn’t even take one step and Jungkook was already kissing you, moaning needily as his hungry hands felt up your every inch.
Of course you had to show him what his ravenous hunger would result in. Get his needy hands under control and his hungry lips back to behaving. So you restrained his arms with his tie with the promise of stealing his words with your scarf.
“Still down to get your words stolen?” you ask him and let the scarf dance over his face.
“Yeah”, he sighs, tilting his head back and parting his lips as the soft fabric paints paths on his face. He is shivering like crazy, feeling charged in need.
“That’s the answer I like”, you say, “face me.”
He obeys with obedient eyes.
“Stay.”
“Okay”, he whispers.
You close the distance and place the scarf over his mouth.
“Wait.”
You pull it away again.
His face morphs into that of begging.
“One more kiss?” he asks, lifting his brows in a plea, “please?”
You smile fondly and take his chin between two of your fingers to pull him into a kiss. Jungkook moans, reaching for you only to get reminded that he was currently tied up. He wiggles then, sucking on your lower lip.
Enough. You break the kiss even if he whines for more.
“Please?” his breathy voice swirls over your lips, his eyes are lowered and gazing at your mouth.
“No. That should be enough”, you say and move away to place the scarf over his mouth.
Jungkook scowls, you snicker. He can frown all he wants, you won’t give in again.
You give the scarf a soft tug. He lets out a soft sound of approval, looking up at you with lust filled eyes. You have to get even closer to tie the knot behind his head. Jungkook’s devoted gaze doesn’t break. It only deepens. He is so mesmerised by you. His goddess. Beautiful and glowing like the sun. His heart is racing like crazy at the thought of placing his control into your soft palms. Truly, you’ve got him in a chokehold.
“Too tight?” you ask him as you fix the knot.
He shakes his head.
“Good.”
You finish it with a double knot, then dance your hands along his cheeks until you can cradle them and tilt his head up. He moans softly, following your movement willingly. His eyes race between yours, sparkling in devotion.
“You’re so handsome like this”, you say, tracing the hem of the scarf right under his eyes.
“Mhmh”, he lets out, pulling a fond chuckle to the surface.
You smile with your eyes, showing him your teeth. He thinks you have the prettiest teeth. He aches to have them mark his skin, just as he aches for your lipstick marks and the heaven of your fingertips.
You lean in, kissing his lips over the scarf. Jungkook tries to kiss you back, to feel you and taste the sweetness of your kiss. But to no avail. You have him tied up and denied of his paradise. You pull back with a soft hum and your thumb swiping over his covered lips.
“Cat’s got your tongue, mhm?”
Jungkook sags his shoulders, fluttering his lashes at you. He feels so droopy that it gets hard to sit up.
“Mhm, such a cutie”, you chuckle and place your hands on his chest. You give him a soft push.
Jungkook falls gladly, arching his back on impact as a muffled moan leaves him. His dark hair falls messily, looking like rivers of ebony on the pale sheets. He wiggles around for a bit to get his arms comfortable, then stays still with his devoted eyes glued to you.
You climb over his leg, kneeling on the mattress as your eyes run over his body. The impact made it so his shirt fell open. His lean, sculpted torso is on full display. His pierced nipples look delicious in the lights.
“Look at you”, you say.
Jungkook shifts, trying his hardest to look even more presentable to you.
“To think that you’re mine…” you trail off, lowering yourself so you could drag your lips over his neck.
Jungkook mewls, rolling his head to the side. You suck on his skin. It feels warm at first, intense next, before a sharp sting shoots through his skin. He moans, arching his back.
You release him with a bop of your lips, running your eyes over the purple bruise you left.
“I’m the luckiest woman. I really am”, you say and place a second bruise right above the first.
Jungkook sighs and moans, feeling dizzy. You think that you are lucky. It’s unbelievable to him, because Jungkook knows for a fact that he is the one who is lucky. Out of all the people on earth you picked him. Jungkook fucking existed for you the moment he laid eyes on you and he never thought it possible to be yours one day. And you like to argue that you are the lucky one. No, Jungkook knows that he is lucky. So, so lucky.
“Mhm mine”, you purr and kiss paths down to his pecs. You need him marked everywhere. Not just his neck but everywhere. You need him to know that he is owned each time he takes off his clothes. When he undresses in front of the bathroom mirror, you want his eyes to flit to the purple marks first and you want his skin to remember how it felt like to be claimed. He should run his fingers over the marks as the warm water trails down his body and you want him thinking that the sweetest thing to be is yours.
“Mine. All mine”, you whisper. You kissed your way to his left nipple after leaving bruises on his chest. His piercing feels warm under your lips. The faint taste of metal meets your tongue. You part your lips and bite. You take a good amount of flesh around his nipple between your teeth and tug on it.
Jungkook wails up in ecstasy, arching his back because nothing will ever prepare him for your teeth claiming him. His cock twitches and throbs in his pants, the desire to be utterly ruined grows. It hurts, but nothing hurts more than when you release his tender skin to move on to another spot.
He wants to beg, to plead, to ask for more but the scarf around his mouth muffles his words.
You purr against his skin as your lips look for a new spot to mark. He would be happy with any spot, but you are particular. Looking, exploring, feeling until you finally feel happy. Warmth first which ends in an intense sting and Jungkook’s cock throbbing in his pants. He writhes on the sheets, whimpering behind the scarf.
“You’re needy tonight”, you tease with a light chuckle on your lips and Jungkook can merely agree with another whimper and his legs opening on the sheets. He brushes against your leg that way, pulling your attention to it. You sit back on your heels.
You study the big bulge in his black slacks. His small waist, his big thighs and how quickly his stomach lifts and sinks in needy pants for air. He is so pretty.
“Want me to take those off for you?” you ask, playing with the button of his slacks.
He nods his head vigorously, lifting his hips off the mattress.
“Mhm, I like it when you’re eager”, you say and pull the button open. Next the zipper. Jungkook can barely function at the thought of being undressed. He helps you with slipping out his left leg, spreading it from himself once he is undressed. You pull his slacks down until they pool a little over his knee, then run your hands along his legs.
“Look at you. You’re so hard”, you taunt, ghosting your palm under his bulge.
Jungkook tries to move his hips into your touch, but fails miserably. He is left aching for you while you lower your lips to his exposed thigh. He put it so perfectly for you to explore. And so it begins again. Your touches, your kisses, your exploration. Jungkook feels dizzier with each hickey you leave on his skin and loses his sanity with every new bite mark you leave.
Soon you have him begging for more. Soon you have him writhing for your touch and whimpering behind the scarf. More than he has already been doing. Oh he sounds so desperate, so completely agonised. You lift your lips from his marked thigh, studying his face.
“What do you want?” you ask even if you know the answer.
“Mgmhgfmg”, he tries to talk, but it only comes out as unintelligible noises.
“I can’t hear you. Speak up.”
“Mhmhm”, he tries with more urgency, lifting his hips repeatedly.
“Aaah you want me to take those off?” you fake your sudden enlightenment and click your tongue, “why didn’t you say so sooner? Silly boy”, you say and hook your fingers in his briefs. You rip them off of him. Jungkook mewls, watching you ruin his briefs as if they were nothing. He drops his head and moans, thinking to himself that he won’t ever be able to escape you. You make sure of it day by day and seal his fucking fate each time you unravel him.
“There we go. That’s better”, you say and throw his ruined briefs to the side. They land on the sheets and look so perfectly placed. As if you hadn’t ruined them seconds ago.
You run your eyes over his newly exposed cock. It lies hard and flushed against his stomach, aching to be touched. No wonder he needed to be freed. It looks so painful.
“Does it hurt, mhm?” you taunt, guiding your fingers over his cock without ever touching him.
Jungkook swears he can feel your touch, panting heavily as the ghost of your fingers drags its claws down his aching length.
“Mhm-hmh”, he gets out, nodding his head vigorously.
“Tzt, poor boy”, you say with pity in your voice and despite that, you lift your hand again, never giving him what he craves most.
Jungkook huffs out air in desperate whines, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. You can’t see his desperate gaze as you are busy looking at his pretty hole. Soft. Flushed just like his cock. Jungkook likes to wax himself. Well, he has someone else doing it, but point is that he is obsessed with being smooth for you. Not a single strand of hair adorns his body, his skin aches to be messied by you.
You connect the pads of your fingers with his hole and draw circles.
“Mhhhhm”, Jungkook lets out, throwing his head back and rolling his hips into your touch. This feels so good. He ached for the first touch like winter aches for snow and now that he finally has it, Jungkook might actually burst in pleasure. It feels so good. So, so good. He keeps rolling his hips instinctively as he chases your fingers.
You chuckle, “so needy”, you taunt and apply just a little pressure on his rim, “and soft.”
“Mhmhmhm.”
“Speak up.”
Jungkook clenches his hole needily, begging you with foggy eyes.
“You don’t want it?” you act oblivious, retreating your touch.
“Mhm!” he lets out loudly and looks for your touch with squirmy hips.
“No?”
He shakes his head, fucking the air desperately.
“So you do want me to touch you?”
He nods his head, humming a yes as best as possible. His voice sounds so perfect like this.
“You really have to work on your communication, I never know what you want”, you taunt and place your fingers back against his hole.
Jungkook purrs happily, closing his eyes halfway. His cock twitches on his tummy, lifting of a few inches repeatedly. It leaks pretty droplets of desperation, showing you his gratefulness this way.
“So pretty for me”, you say under your breath and retreat your touch.
Jungkook begs instantly, squirming needily. You are so cruel. He could cry. He begged like you asked him to, tried to be as clear with his communication as he can in his current state and yet you still took your touch away. Jungkook wonders what he did to deserve such punishment tonight, begging as loud as his covered mouth allows him to. He even messes up the sheets as he digs his heels into the mattress to wiggle his hips even harder.
“Look at you. How needy can someone be?” you are taunting him, making it hurt even more.
“Eeeh, eeh, ee-eh”, he tries to say please but it only comes out as squeaks.
“Relax, I’ll be back soon”, you assure him and wrap your arms around his leg so you could hold it still and kiss his knee, “promise. Be patient, it’ll be worth it.”
Jungkook calms down even if he wants to continue to beg. You sound truthful however and he wants to be good for you. He loves being good for you.
“That’s better. I’ll be back soon”, you promise and turn to climb off the bed.
It doesn’t pass a lot of time, but it feels like eternity to Jungkook. He wants to think clear thoughts, get himself back in order, but he can’t. His mind is racing with one thought and one thought only. I need her back, please. Please, please, please. He needs you back for his own sanity.
The mattress dents next to his legs, then his pants suddenly get pulled down his leg. Jungkook lets it happen with a dizzy head, moaning needily when he feels your bite on his unmarked thigh seconds later. You bite hard and you bite deep. Jungkook fucks the air because of it, mewling your name even if the scarf muffles it.
“You’re cute”, you tease him and straighten back up. You are so nonchalant about the entire situation while Jungkook feels ruined. It ruins him even more that you are.
Jungkook wiggles on the sheets, looking at you as best as possible. You are still in your dress, presenting a black prostate toy in your hands. The nail polish matches with your dress, looking especially red against the dark shaft of the vibrator.
Jungkook mewls, clenching his hole.
“You know what I wanna do with that?”
He nods his head vigorously, opening his legs further.
“Do you want it?”
He swears he might pull a muscle in his neck if he has to nod his head any harder. Yes yes yes! Yes! Of course he wants it! Of course, of course, of course!
You give him a smile. There is some lipstick on your teeth because of all your biting. Jungkook thinks you are even prettier this way, moaning just for you as his body completely melts for you.
“Of course you do. You’re my needy man after all”, you say and caress his inner thigh.
Jungkook agrees with a mewl of your name. He is. He is your needy man and he is so proud to be.
You retreat your touch for a moment so you could lube up the toy. He is obsessed with the view. Your fingers look so sexy when they are wet from lube. He wants them around his throat or thighs or cock or waist. Anywhere really. Just fucking anywhere so he can feel owned by you. Even more owned than he already does.
You touch his rim. Jungkook closes his eyes and moans. So wet and gentle. He is owned. Finally he can feel it. He is your possession.
“I can’t finger you open tonight because of my acrylics. Is that too intense for you?” you make sure.
He shakes his head. He is so needy that he knows his unprepared hole will take the toy easily. He sometimes gets like this. When you’ve got him deep enough in subspace, he basically aches to have his hole filled. No preparation needed because everything else has already prepared him enough.
“Of course it isn’t. Why did I even ask?” you tease and chuckle. You connect the head of the toy with his hole.
Jungkook holds his breath. His heart might give up if he gets any more excited.
“Ready?”
He nods his head.
“Here it comes.”
The stretch is instant. His hole opens up so easily. Jungkook moans loudly, scrunching his face in ecstasy. Finally. He needed it so bad. He breathes quickly, finding it hard to form coherent thoughts.
“Would you look at that? Slipped right in. You needed it so bad, didn’t you?”
Jungkook nods his head, writhing sensually as his once empty hole gets filled to the brim. The toy is around two fingers thick and with a smooth surface. A faint curve presses the tip against his prostate, making sure that he gets stimulated where it feels the best. He is so obsessed with it. Which is why you and he took it with you on your city trip. He needed to know that if the chance shall arise, he can have his favourite toy. He is so happy about your planning now that it is finally put to use. It will never lose its spark. Jungkook feels paradisiacal with it inside.
The toy bottoms out. You trace his puffy rim, switching your eyes between his stuffed hole, his hard cock and his blissed-out face. He is breathing quickly, moving constantly because it is the only way for his body to handle what you give him.
“How’s that? Comfy?”
“Mh-hm”, he gets out and trembles just once. He buries his head deeper in the sheets, opening his legs further. It’s perfect. That’s what it is. Jungkook feels so good.
“That’s good”, you say, taking the remote control between your fingers.
Switch.
Jungkook grunts in surprise, following it up with an arch of his back and a high-pitched whimper. You keep the vibrations on the lowest level. The toy purrs quietly inside him, giving him slow waves of stimulation.
“Does this do something for you?”
He nods his head quickly, making the prettiest sounds. You love everything about Jungkook as your sub, but what you love most is how vocal and loud he always is. He is such a good, noisy toy. He really is.
“Of course it does”, you say and turn your back to him so you could get off the bed.
Jungkook lifts his head, following you with widened, confused eyes.
“Mhm?”
“I hope you don’t mind that I’m keeping it on”, you say and disappear in the bathroom. You keep the door open.
Jungkook mewls and keens fruitlessly, moving around the sheets until he has view of the bathroom. It is a very interesting bathroom as the wall separating it from the bedroom is made out of glass. Only the toilet area is separated by a wall, everything else is on perfect display to Jungkook.
You are looking back at him from behind the glass wall, currently taking off your jewellery while beside you on the counter, the remote control is laying.
Jungkook spills tears and lets out a soft sob. You are so cruel and perfect. You abandoned him, tied up and gagged. You left him with the vibrator on the faintest setting as if he wasn’t important. He feels like a toy that you grew bored of and it’s making him so dizzy that he actually starts to see you blurry.
Truth is, this is all part of your plan. Of course you haven’t grown bored of him. You are in a rush of ecstasy. Watching him writhe and gaze at you through the glass gets you off like nothing else. He looks so desperate and needy. The desire to turn up the vibrations of his toy is unbearable, but you know not to yet. You need to drag this out, get him so desperate that the only thing stopping him from screaming is the scarf over his mouth.
You keep a sharp eye on him through the reflection of the big mirror while Jungkook keeps looking at you with blurry vision. He watches as you finish taking off your jewellery and how you begin taking off your makeup. First your lips. Messy and red. Then your eyes. Dark and dishevelled. You part your lips and lean closer to the mirror to get everything. It results in your back to arch and for your ass to reshape the form of your dress.
Jungkook clenches around the toy, spilling on his stomach. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He thinks. Fuck he needs you to heighten the vibrations or else he might scream. He is so needy and what the toy is giving him is not enough. He needs more and he needs you and more and you and. And. He needs you back with him and to stop teasing. Please.
You move away from the mirror and discard the dirty make up wipe. You look at him again, ghosting your hand over the remote. Jungkook feels his stomach tighten and his lungs work quicker at the aspect of getting more. Ne needs it. More. More. More.
You pull your hand away.
Jungkook sobs softly, spilling tears. Please. More. Please more. It’s all he needs. Please? Maybe?
He begins clenching and relaxing his hole in hopes of moving the toy this way. It works just enough that the ache gets soothed to the point of electric warmth. It doesn’t hurt quite that much anymore. Jungkook squirms on the sheets, lowering his lids as it gets hard to stare. He doesn’t want to look away however because you are currently taking off your dress. You move your body sensually for it, opening the zipper slowly. Once open, you let the dress glide down your arms. It pools by your feet. Jungkook curses into his scarf gag, fucking the air desperately. Your lingerie hugs your curves just right, bringing out the addicting femininity of you. You’re his fucking goddess. You really are.
“Ahm!” he lets out as the toy inside him suddenly purrs louder. He whimpers, shaking on the sheets. You pressed the button, increased the vibrations and Jungkook has to pay the consequences. His legs begin trembling against his will, each second feels like heaven and hell at the same time. It is so, so close to being enough. Jungkook fucks the air repeatedly, grabbing a bundle of the sheets as best as his tied up arms allow him to.
He is so far gone that he can’t even see as you take off your lingerie and step into the shower. You don’t mind. It’s already enough to watch him writhe and shake. He is so lovely to look at. He is such a delight when he trembles. This strong, confident man on the sheets, shaking and squirming just for you. His needy sounds meet your eyes quietly. Distance makes it so. You don’t mind. It just means that you have to press the button one more time before you step into the shower and get your hands wet.
You press the button two times. Because you know the toy well and know exactly how many times you need to press the button the switch to Jungkook’s favourite setting. A strong, wave like pattern with one second of intense vibration at the end before it ebbs down again. It repeats over and over again. Jungkook arches off the sheets, drops again, arches again, drops, shakes. It is as if he was trapped in an endless fight with pleasure, writhing for mercy only you can give him. His noises meet your ears in clearer volume. He is moaning in his sweetest voice, following it up with needy mewls and ruined sobs. Lovely. This is so wonderful.
You place the remote on the corner of the counter and step into the shower. You keep your eyes on him as you wash yourself, running your hands over your own body in sensual touches. He turns you on so fucking good.
Jungkook has no idea what you have been up to ever since you took off your dress and those deep vibrations started. He has his eyes closed. Squeezed shut because it’s impossible to keep them open. It feels so good. So good that it borders too much. He can’t stop shaking, his neck is slowly starting to hurt because he keeps tensing in panicky attempts to stop those shakes. His stomach is so tense. He can feel every single muscle in it. He swears that he can even feel the muscles which are responsible for making his cock twitch. It feels so good. So good that it borders too much.
Jungkook moans because this is everything he can do and messes up the sheets as his legs kick against his will. The toy presses against his prostate. He always thinks that he isn’t a needy man, that he isn’t sensitive and doesn’t easily get ruined by sex. And you always, fucking always, prove him wrong. He is sensitive and this is easily ruining him. He is pulsating and convulsing around the toy, tensing his muscles even though it makes him so much tighter. Everything he is doing happens against his will. His body is slave to the pleasure and his mind is her hostage.
You turn off the water and get out of the shower, reaching for the towel. He is such a delight to watch. He is shaking so much at this point that you fear for his body. Poor man, he looks so vulnerable and fragile right now. It would be a shame if your finger slipped and oops.
Jungkook’s loud scream meets your ears. It is distorted and muffled by your scarf. You watch in addictive delight how he arches his back to its breaking point. His tied arms hold him up by his elbows, his shaking hands grip the sheets to the point his fingertips are pale. He shakes, shakes, shakes.
You watch with a dark smirk on your lips as your hands dry your own body. Look at him shake and shake and shake.
Suddenly he stills and drops into the sheets. His legs begin twitching uncontrollably, his noises become quiet again. He is squeaking and sobbing. In his shakes he rolled his head to the other side, so you can’t see his expression right now.
You abandon the towel by the sink and leave the bathroom with the remote in your hand.
“Forgive me for disappearing like that, but I-”, your words get cut short at the view of him.
His stomach is covered in his white cum, your pink scarf is soaked in his tears and drool. He is still shaking, crying desperate tears with squeezed shut eyes.
“Kook”, you gasp, “holy fuck, look at you. Look at the mess you made.”
Jungkook whimpers in the distinct way he does when he wants to communicate something. He looks at you with barely open eyes, moving his head in a way that lets you know he wants the scarf gone.
You climb onto the bed and tug it under his chin.
“Please”, he begs with trembling lips. His lower face is messy from his drool, “please turn it off. Please.”
“Fuck, you’re ruined”, you say and press the button which turns off the toy.
Jungkook drops in the sheets, grinding his teeth in relief. His body becomes useless instantly, no inch of muscle seems to work.
“Thank you”, he croaks and rolls his eyes back before closing them. He gulps and swallows heavily, fighting for air.
“God, look at you”, you say, running your hand over his cheek in soothing caresses, “you look ruined.”
He nods his head slowly.
“You are, aren’t you?”
“Yeah”, he whispers.
“You know that this was supposed to be foreplay, don’t you?”
He peels his eyes open halfway. They both show his utter exhaustion and his eagerness to please. You snicker, booping his flushed nose.
“Don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault that you cum too soon.”
“It wasn’t too soon. You stuffed me with a vibrator and then let me suffer with the best setting for too long”, he throws back even if his tongue is dragging the words.
You laugh and move closer until you can kiss his cheek. He sighs happily, leaning into the touch as best as possible. You pull back, gazing into his eyes.
“Still sounds like a You problem”, you tease, snickering mischievously when Jungkook furrows his brows. You trace the creases between his brows, feeling your heart flutter, “how about I untie your arms and then you can relax by having me sit on your face?”
“You’re my fucking goddess, holy fuck”, Jungkook gets out.
You laugh, “so that’s a yes?”
“Yes, holy fuck.”
“You’re cute. I’m not taking the toy out, by the way. Make with this information what you want.”
“Holy fuck, I’m actually gonna die in this hotel room, aren’t I?”
You peck his lips, pulling back with a playful grin. “Maybe.”
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Grey Areas Pt 2
taehyung x fem!reader
genre. smut, fluff, angst, romance, non-idol!au, twin!taehyung, BIL!taehyung, widowedmother!reader
Your husband is dead, now you're trying to avoid the man that looks exactly like him. The only problem with that is trauma bonds people, sometimes in more ways than one
warnings: death of a spouse, sleeping with your brother-in-law, grief, unprotected sex (Be safe and be smart; please use condoms), mentions of part infidelity, smoking, light drinking, taehyung is definitely in love with his sister-in-law aka reader, you're a mama (lots of drama), yall be fuckin', anal(?), Taehyung likes fat asses.
word count: 5k
18+ (Minors DNI)
A/n: First and foremost, thank you, @hbkdrecs, for testing/proofreading! I don't know if I'll make this a series or just leave it a mini. Anyway, thank you, everyone,for all the support! Please support your local fic writer by liking and reblogging! Y'all are the best!
Taglist!: @ohsweetmimosa
“You know you fucked up, right?” Jimin asks. Taehyung had spent the two weeks with you as he told you he would. Every night was spent in each other's arms, him in between your thighs or you on your knees. You couldn’t understand what it was about Taehyung, but you couldn’t keep your hands off him. Part of you thought it was because he looked like his brother, but the other part thought he was nothing like Sujin. Taehyung was the complete opposite of him, making you want him even more.
“Jimin, you told me you wouldn’t judge me.” you rub the bridge of your nose. Jimin, your best friend since birth, was known to be a judgy bitch, but right now, you need less judgment and more advice.
“Listen, I’m never one to judge, but bitch.. He’s your dead husband's IDENTICAL twin brother… Right now is the best time to judge. Hell, this is like the plot of an awful lifetime movie. Except Taehyung didn’t trick you into thinking he was Sujin.” he takes a sip of his tea, smiling.
“I’m going to hell, aren’t I?” you gnaw on your thumb. You’re too far gone with Taehyung to go back now. You think you may even love him. He makes you feel safe. He'd choose you if he had to choose between you or his family. It was a naive way to think, but you didn’t care. Why should you? Sujin cheated on you for the majority of your pregnancy, and though you’re not one for revenge, it sure tastes good cold.
“Oh baby, straight to hell, but that's okay. You can explain to Sujin when you see him there.” he chuckles, scooting a mug over to you.
“Jimin. That's not funny. I was with Su for most of my life, and we were married. It’s too early to joke about it! You’re literally being the worst best friend ever.” You groan, and you wish he would be serious. “This is like life or death, serious.”
“My love, you’ve crossed a line from which you can no longer return. There is no advice I could possibly give you that would make you feel better. You're smitten. I knew you were when you called and told me you had to tell me something.”
You sign because, though you’ll never tell him, he’s right. You crossed a line, but you never said you wanted to return. You were fine with knowing you fucked your dead husband’s brother. You could live with it because Sujin would never find out. The only problem was that you didn’t know if you could stop.
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“Bro.. that's fucked.” Jungkook looks horrified.
“Listen, I’ve been in love with her since I was 10. I know it’s wrong, but she means everything to me. I just want to take care of her.” Taehyung shrugs Jungkook off. He feels remorse about it, but he won’t lose sleep over it.
“But that’s your brother's wife. Morally, it’s wrong. Jungkook is justifiably horrified.” Namjoon chimes,
“Namjoon, you slept with Jungkook’s sister. I don’t wanna hear SHIT from you.” he’s starting to regret telling his friends about his indiscretion. Jungkook looks bewildered by the revelation, but everyone decides it’s best not to open that particular can of worms.
“I support you.” Yoongi walks into the garage. “Namjoon sent me a voice note of the details. I don’t think what you did was wrong. From what you told us about her before, you called dibs, and Su disregarded bro code. Fuck’em.”
“Hey, that’s still my brother. Chill.” he mean mugs Yoongi.
“Man, we’re a little past the respect thing for Su. I’ll always have love for him, but if we're being honest, he was a shitty guy. Lest we forget the 2016 incident? He’s been doing this shit to that girl for years, we all knew, and we said nothing. We’re all just as bad as him. Namjoon, you witnessed the 2016 incident. Jungkook, you knew it was gonna happen, and Tae Su told you everything. So let’s not all act like we’re all holier than thou.” Yoongi lights a cigarette and takes a long drag.
Everyone is quiet, reflecting on how they’ve all wronged you. Taehyung felt the worst about it all because he knew Sujin had cheated before, but you guys were kids when it happened, and he didn’t think Su would do it again. Taehyung made Sujin swear he wouldn’t, or he’d tell you everything.
“Yoongi’s right…” Jungkook and Namjoon say in unison.
“I know... I know.” He sighs, “What should I do? All I want to do is be with her.”
“So do it. At this point, Tae, you have nothing to lose. If your family disagrees, fuck them. You’ve secretly loved the girl for years. I’m sure Sujin would forgive you. Hell, you forgave him. Now is the time to act.” Taehyung nods, “One more thing... Are you ever gonna tell her it was you?”
Taehyung calls you while you’re returning from picking up groceries. He tells you he wants to talk, and you’re happy because you also want to talk. You miss him, as crazy as it sounds. You want nothing more than to be in his presence.
When you pull up, he’s outside again waiting for you. When he sees you, he immediately goes to help you with Azra. Giving you a quick peck before he rounds the car to you. “Hi, princess.” He gets him out of the car and grabs his diaper bag. Your heart melts seeing him and Azra together, and you feel so fucking guilty. Jimin's words are starting to affect you more than you thought they would.
“DADDY!” Azra screams when he sees Taehyung, squishing Taehyung’s cheeks together. Naturally, you go to correct him, but Taehyung is visibly uncomfortable with it and quickly corrects him.
“No baby, I’m Uncle Taetae. Daddy… Daddy is with Grandpa in the sky.” He points to the sky, and Azra looks up and repeats the word sky. Taehyung pecks his head and walks into the house with you.
He sets Azra in his play place when he gets in and helps you with whatever you are carrying. “Go rest, I’ll grab the rest.” but you pull him back to you.
“Wait. I missed you. C’mere,” You pull him into a kiss. It’s soft and sweet. He smiles into the kiss. He finds it strange how natural everything feels, and he finds it even stranger that he doesn’t feel guilty about what you two are doing.
He gently pulls you away, “My love, I’ll be right back. I’m just gonna go get the groceries. I’m not going anywhere.” He pecks you once more before heading out the door.
You sit with Azra and play with him while Taehyung brings in all the groceries, and you wish Sujin was like this. Sujin helped but never made it a point to do it all himself. The more you compare the two, the more resentful you grow of Su. You want to hate yourself for it desperately, but you can’t.
Taehyung calls out to you from the kitchen, “Babe, did you mean to buy baby food?” you can hear him rummaging through the cabinets and putting stuff away.
“Yeah, I thought we were out. Why?” you say as Azra tries to climb in your lap.
“Because you bought more baby food and have a whole bunch.” You plop him on top of you. He begins playing with your fingers lazily while watching Baby Shark.
“Oh, well, now I won’t have to go get more in two weeks.” everything feels so domestic. It scares you a bit. “Hey, you said you wanted to talk. What about?” You stand up with Azra and walk towards the kitchen.
“About… us.” He stops what he’s doing and looks over at you. He gives you a look that worries you just a bit. Sujin would look at you like that right before starting an argument.
“What about us?” You ask as Azra reaches out for Taehyung, and Taehyung happily takes him.
“Azzy, no fingers in your mouth.” You move to take his thumb out of his mouth, and Azra buries his head into Tae’s chest.
“Daddy..” he pouts into him, and at this point, Taehyung is too tired to keep correcting Azra.
“That’s not Daddy, Azra.” you try to take him back from Tae, but he starts to cry and cling to him.
“Daddy! Az say no!” Azra cries out.
Taehyung sighs, “Has he napped today?”
You shake your head no, “Just leave him. He’s cranky because someone needs a nap. Azzy want to take a nap with… papa?” Azra nods his head, and they leave to go to the bedroom so Taehyung can put him down for a nap. Fifteen minutes later, Taehyung emerges from the bedroom and joins you on the couch.
“I’ve never seen him so cranky.” he tried to pull you closer to him, but he could tell you were upset. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t ever do that again.” you push away from him. “You’re not his dad, don’t do that. I don’t like that.”
He pulls you into his lap, “Listen, I know I’m not his dad. But he was cranky, and I was just trying to remedy the situation. I’m sorry, baby.” you pout at him, and he kisses it away. You’re both silent for a while, watching the TV.
“Do you think we’re bad people?” you question out of nowhere, turning to face him.
“What do you mean?” he’s still looking at the TV but rubbing your knee lazily.
“Tae, look at me.” he looks towards you, so you question again, “Do you think we’re bad people?”
“I mean, kinda. We are bad people because of our previous relationship, but at the same time, I don't think we're bad people for finding solace in each other. I’ve loved you for a very long time, Y/N. I’m not faulting myself for finally expressing that; I don’t care if my family is upset about it. We’re happy. Shouldn’t that mean the most?” his eyes feel like they're burrowing into your soul.
“What do you mean you’ve loved me for a very long time?” The revelation takes you aback, but he’s silent. His cheeks are flushed, and he can’t believe he just told on himself.
“I–I’m. Uhh..” he doesn’t know what to say. He’s scared of your thoughts when he tells you the truth. But he takes a deep breath and lets it go. “You remember when we were all kids? Do you remember when Sujin confessed to you? Well… that wasn’t Su… It was me. And even though you were with Sujin, I never got over you… That’s why I stopped coming around as much when you and Su got married, even less when you got pregnant, and all together when Azra was born. Because I didn’t want to accept that you chose Su, I couldn’t take the fact that my brother knew how I felt about you and still decided to be with you. Sujin wasn’t as amazing a person as everyone thought. He was and still is an asshole. I know I should be upset that he’s dead, but I can’t be. My brother was a terrible person to me. Now I’m just happy I finally get to be with the only woman I’ve ever loved.”
You’re shocked. It felt like a million volts to your system. You never thought in a million years that Taehyung was the boy who confessed to you. He was always so quiet and reserved. Even in middle school and high school, he was never into dating, but now it all makes sense. He never really dated because he wanted to be with you.
“Well… Well, what about Naomi? You two were together for five years. You can’t tell me you didn’t love her. You had to have if you were together so long.” You need him to tell you he’s lying. He has to be because it feels like Sujin used you to get under Taehyung’s skin right now.
“I mean sure… I thought I loved her and wished God that I could have given her what she wanted from me. But It wasn’t fair to keep stringing her along. If I could take it back and not hurt her the way I did, I would in a heartbeat. No one deserves that, and I hate that I did that to someone. To this day, I send her little things to apologize. All of them returned, but I feel a little better knowing I’m trying to right my wrongs to her.” he’s looking at his hands, ashamed of his past actions.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” you take his hands in yours, just a little sign to show him you’re not closing him out. He felt so much relief knowing you weren’t scared of his secret.
“What was I supposed to say, Y/N? ‘Hey, I’m actually the guy that confessed to you, and I think you should be with me and not the man you had a baby with?’ You would’ve looked at me like I had six heads, baby. I know you.” he sighs.
“I wouldn’t have… Honestly, the more we’re together, the more I wonder what life would have been like if we had been together since childhood,” you say honestly, and you feel like a weight has lifted from you. Even though Sujin’s only been gone a month, you’re entirely ready to let him go. You’re tired of keeping this relationship a secret and don’t care what others say about it. Sujin wasn’t a good husband to you, and you were tired of pretending he was.
Taehyung smiles at you, “Honestly, me too.” he kisses you softly.
“What are we going to tell Azra when he gets older?” This was your primary worry. You didn’t want your son to get bullied because kids are ruthless.
“Don’t beat me up when I say this, but maybe we should raise him as mine? I mean.. Genetically he is. I will have to get used to him calling me dad, but I’m with it if you are?”
Taehyung sees your shift in mood, but he knows that you know he’s right. “I’ll have to think about that, Taehyung... You’re right, but I’m still a little apprehensive about it.” you’re chewing on your thumb again, but Taehyung pulls it from your mouth to kiss you.
“No fingers in your mouth but mine,” he says as he moves to kiss your neck, and you push him away, giggling.
“Ew, don’t ever say stuff like that to me. Weirdo.” You stand up from the couch, and he smacks your ass as you walk past him.
“Where you going?” He asks as you disappear into the back of the house. You wanted to make sure Azra was asleep.
“I'm just checking on the baby.” You walk back into the living room, sitting in Tae’s lap.
“God, my brother didn’t deserve you. You’re such a great woman. I don’t care what anyone says.” You two are trying to make out, but something constantly interrupts you. This time, it’s your phone, and it’s your mother-in-law. She sounds pissed but keeps everything very short.
“Your mom is on her way here. She sounds mad. I think you should leave..” You’re panicking. She alluded to knowing about you and Taehyung. “I think she knows.”
“So what? You said you wanted to be with me. Why does it matter if she knows or not?” You’re pacing the living room. How could she have found out? You didn’t tell anyone outside of Jimin. You didn’t go anywhere together. There's no way... “Taehyung, please. I don’t think this is going to end well for you… for us..”
“No. I’m not leaving. I love you, and I want to be with you. I don’t care what she thinks.” He stands firm on it, not even budging off the couch. You didn’t want to do this, especially in front of your son. But before you could even process it, there was a knock at your door.
“Taehyung, please! Hide or something. Azra,” you’re whisper yelling at this point, and the knock is getting louder. But she barges in like God was punishing you for being in love. You had forgotten you had given her a key when you and Su bought the house. She sees Taehyung sitting there and immediately starts with the bullshit you were trying to avoid.
“So, it’s true?” she sneers, “Ms. Killian called and told me you haven’t left since the funeral. She told me that she had seen you two kissing in the driveway. So is that what you do? Like a whore? Your husband, my son, dies, and you move on to his brother? And you flaunt it in public. You must be a whore. Is that baby even Sujin’s, or is it Taehyung’s or some other man's?”
You stand there quietly. Too terrified to speak, you thought you were ready for everyone to know about you and him, but fuck were you wrong. This is your worst nightmare. “Speak, whore!” she screams at you.
“Please..” you say meekly, “The baby.”
“Oh, so now you care about my grandson? You didn’t care when you were fucking his uncle. You didn’t care when you were flaunting it to the whole fucking neighborhood!”
You look at Taehyung, and he immediately steps in front of you, “Don’t talk to her like that. You know nothing but what you were told by some senile old lady that doesn’t ever know how to mind her own fucking business.”
She smacks him, scoffing, “Don’t you ever insult my intelligence, you little shit. You were always like this, so jealous of your brother. Always wanting what he had. You never amounted to half of what your brother was.”
“My brother was a lying, cheating piece of trash. I spoke to Natalie. She told me you gave her Su’s number and encouraged her to contact him because his current girlfriend wasn’t as hard-working and was freeloading off your son. You were complicit in his cheating on his pregnant wife. Don’t act so fucking high and mighty, mother. You’re the exact same as Su, and that’s why my father left you.”
You stand there stunned. You don’t want to believe Taehyung, but what would he gain from lying about it? She says nothing and looks away from the both of you. That confirms all you need to know. She knew about it.
“I did nothing of the sort.” she scoffs again, “You’re the one lying up in his house with his wife. You both are scum. My son deserved better than a whore for a wife and a worthless piece of trash like you for a brother.”
“Oh please, you miserable insufferable cunt. You only cared about Su because he did whatever you told him to do. You’re upset because you no longer have someone to control. It fucking kills you to see me happy. But you know what? I couldn’t give less of a fuck. I love her, and she loves me. Go fuck yourself.”
“I think you need to leave.” You hear Azra crying in the distance. “Actually, get the fuck out of my house.” you’re seething. If you knew you wouldn’t go to jail for beating her ass, you do it in a heartbeat.
She doesn’t budge, and she is stubborn, just like Su. “I SAID GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE, YOU EVIL BITCH!”
“When I tell the family, you will have nothing. You will be alone, just like you always were.” Taehyung just shakes his head in disdain, “Just you wait, and as for you, you little slut. If I ever see your face again, I’ll slap that fucking look off of it.”
“I dare you to. Now get out.” You say, pushing her out the door and rushing to Azra.
“Sh, sh, sh, it’s okay. Momma’s here, my sweet boy. No more tears.”
You're rocking Azra when Taehyung joins you in the room. “I’m sorry, this was never my intention.” He takes Azra from you and sits you in the rocking chair.
“Just sit here and calm down. I’ll get him to stop crying.” He says, walking out of the room and into the kitchen.
When he leaves, you burst into tears; a million thoughts run through your head. What are your parents going to say? What if she tells Azra’s daycare? What will they do? What about Azra and his relationship with them? You knew it was life-ruining and thought you were ready to face it, but you weren’t. You’re scared, and you feel alone in the feeling.
Taehyung joins you with a sleeping Azra back in the room. He sets him gently in the crib and kneels in front of you. “Hey, hey. No more tears, remember? Everything is going to be okay. I will make sure of that. Please don’t cry, sweetheart.” he takes your hands, kissing them softly.
You want to be mad, you want to keep crying, but he just had this effect on you. He made you feel so safe, so secure. You knew he would shield you from the fallout because that’s just what Taehyung does. He’s a nurturer, and you loved that dearly about him.
“I need to tell you one more thing…” he says before telling you about the 2016 incident. He told you about all the girls Sujin cheated on you with before he asked you to marry him. He told you that Sujin said it was to get it out of his system before he was chained down forever. He told you that he kept it from you to protect you and that he should’ve told you when it happened to save you from all the pain you’re going through. He apologized for hurting you and swore never to keep a secret from you again.
“I need you to trust me. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in my life. I swear on my life, you mean everything to me, and I’ll never lie to you again, " he says before kissing you passionately. “I love you, Y/N. Please believe me.”
“I never said I didn’t, Dummy. I just wish you would’ve told me before I married that prick.” You say, wiping your nose on your sweater and laughing. He laughs softly with you. “How’d you get him to sleep so quickly?”
“Oh, I told him that if he went back to bed, I’d buy him ice cream after his nap. And I swear he was out like a light. It was pretty weird.” he chuckles.
You cup Taehyung’s cheek, rubbing it softly, “I wish it were you.” you peck him.
“Hey, better late than never at all, am I right?” he gets big-headed, so you push him down, but he pulls you with him. He is kissing you again, this time a little rougher than before.
“Not here. Let’s go to the room.” you stand up, extending your hand to him. “Come cuddle with me.”
He gets up, pulling you close to whisper in your ear, “Oh baby girl, we're gonna do more than cuddle. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” Your cheeks are bright red when he pulls you away.
“Don’t say stuff like that.” you shy away from him, but that only eggs him on more.
“Don’t get all coy on me now. You like it when I talk to you like that.” He picks you up and walks you to your bedroom. He tosses you on the bed.
“You’re all I need, all I want.” He climbs on top of you, pushing your sweater up splaying his hand across your tummy. “I mean fucking look at you… You’re literally my own personal wet dream.”
He takes his bottom lip between his teeth while he works on getting your jeans off. You’re squirming at his touch. You were never like this with Sujin, but he never cared to take his time with you. He would never even eat you out. The first time you ever got head, it was from Taehyung. And it was the best thing you ever experienced. He told you he loved eating pussy, and said it made him feel like a man to make his woman feel good before him.
“Off with these, I wanna taste you. You looked so sexy putting my mom in her place.” He kisses his way down your tummy and you instinctively try to close your legs. Always so shy to him seeing you so on display.
“Taehyung..” you keen when he plants a light kiss on the space above your clit, he loved toying with you. He liked seeing you so needy for him. “No games.. Eat it.”
He pops his head up to look at you, ‘Someone is eager, but I think..” he spits directly on your clit and you swear it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, making you clench around nothing.
“I think-fuck- I think, I’ll play with it a little.” he pushes his fingers to your clit, before rubbing his spit around. “I mean, listening to how you sound. One could cum from the sound alone, if I do say so myself. It’s so fucking lewd.”
You moan something that sounds like his name softly, “I’m gonna make you cum just off my fingers before I eat it. I wanna play with your pussy, princess. You like that? Tell me you like it, please… fuck.” he pushes two fingers into you.
“Love it...” you buck your hips into his hand, grabbing his wrist so you could fuck yourself on his finger. Taehyung is just staring at you in awe, I mean sure he’s fingered you before but he’s never seen you like this. “Love it when you play with my pussy, daddy..”
“Fuuuck…” he can’t believe his eyes, his dream girl getting herself off on his fingers. This is everything he hoped for and more. “You’re so fucking nasty.”
“Only for you, wanna be yours. Tell me I’m yours, please baby…please, spit on it again” you beg. And he happily obliges you, he wants nothing more than to get you off quickly so he can go to town on you.
He can feel you starting to squeeze his fingers so he moves his fingers quickly, curling them to rub your G-spot. “You’re mine, my good girl. Fuck, look at you cumming all over my fingers. So fucking hot.”
You come undone beneath him, moaning the most sinful music to his ears, “I’ll eat you out tomorrow.” he pulls you down to the edge of the bed, flipping you on your stomach, and ridding himself of his clothes.
“I love pretty things,” he smacks your ass hard, causing you to yelp, before getting you into position. He rubs his tip into your wetness before tapping his dick against your clit.
“Lemme put it in your butt.” he prods your hole and you look back at him like he’s crazy. “Taehyung don’t even play with me like that. That’s something that needs preparation.”
He chuckles, “I’m kidding-fuck” he pushes into you,” fuck.. I’m kidding.”
Your head drops into the bed, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Taehyung was big, like you knew lanky men were usually big, but fuck that stretch made you see stars every time.
“Big..” is all you could get out before he starts thrusting into you. He smacks your ass again.
“But you can take it all, can't you.” you nod biting your lip. You feel like you’re on ecstasy every time you two have sex, he hits all the right spots. “Yeah I know you can because you’re my good little cockslut.” he smacks again before gripping your cheeks fucking you back into him.
“All this ass, and you expect me to not want to fuck it? You’re crazy, princess. Your pussy is literally like heroine, I’m fucking hooked.” he thrusts harder into you.
“Yeah! Just like that, fuck me Taehyung… Please fuck me!” you're a mess at this point, he’s completely ruined you.
And just like you asked, he gave you exactly what you were asking for, fucking into you like he was gonna die if he didn’t make you cum again. He enjoyed knowing he made you feel so good, he thrived on it. “Gonna cum…”
“In me.. C-cum in me.” you stutter out, “oh fuck. Oh fuck!”
You cum around him, squeezing him like a vice grip, and he follows suit. You can feel him filling you up, it almost makes you cum again. You loved the warmth of it, but you loved him fucking it out of you even more. Reveled in the feeling of it running down your pussy and thighs.
When he was done, he collapsed next to you on the bed. Trying but failing to catch his breath. “Can we do it like that again later? That was sexy.” you hum in compliance, the feeling of sleep creeping its way through your veins. And like the gentleman he is, he gets up to get something to clean you up with.
He returns with a cloth, the coolness stinging your heated skin, but he’s gentle when he reaches your vulva, making sure not to rub your clit too hard but just enough to rid you of the cum that is now starting to dry. “Sorry, I’m trying to be gentle.” he squeaks out.
“I love you,” you say sleepily as he gets you into some pajama shorts. “So much.”
“I love you too, baby girl.” he kisses your temple before leaving for the bathroom. Before you fall asleep, you hear the shower run. You smile in contentment. You could get used to having Taehyung around. You know now for sure that you won’t mind all the stares and gossip as long as he's by your side. You could make it through the day knowing you get to come home to a man who really loved you. So what? You found genuine happiness in your husband's brother; stranger things have happened. This was your grey area. This was the way life was meant to be, how it was supposed to be. You’re ready to move on as long as it’s with him.
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BTS Reaction To You Getting Flustered
I’m not sure how well the writing is going to be in this post, I’m really writing this at 1 AM so I’m a little out of it. Anyways I just thought about this after watching a video of BTS being hilarious on interviews, so I said why not?
Some of these are going to be very long so I hope you don’t mind. And I really apologize for any cringy writing.
Seokjin
“Seokjin!” You squeaked as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and wrapped you up in his arms, practically carrying you to the couch so you two could snuggle.
You, becoming immensely shy, started to pull away, unable to meet his gaze, but he grabbed your hand to prevent you from leaving.
“Aish, where are you trying to go Y/N?” Seokjin pouted, suddenly doing an aegyo that made your cheeks redden. When you pulled away again Seokjin whined in a playful voice, “Jagi stop pulling away from me. Talk to me baby - I know you’re gushing over just how handsome I am so how are you supposed to see me if you’re looking away?”
“D-dinner, Jin.” You managed to choke out. “Dinner.”
“Yes what about it?”
Finally you managed to wriggle free and hurried to the kitchen, busying yourself with finishing the remaining uncooked food. Jin’s gaze burned at the back of your neck, but you didn’t dare look at him.
“It’ll be ready in a second.”
“Baby…” Jin trailed off, hurt clear in his voice when you didn’t respond to his call. All he’d wanted to do was make you smile but it seemed as though he’d only made you mad.
It was only when you turned to grab some celery off the counter that he noticed how shy you’d become. Then it dawned on him.
Jin leaped up and hurried over. Startled, you whirled around about to reiterate what you’d said before, but he was already cupping your face and gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb whilst a soft smile spread across his face, complimenting his already godly facial features.
You were a mess. You were a red tomato and too shy to look him in the eyes - or to even open your mouth and utter a single word, for the matter. Seokjin tried to get you to look at him, but that was too much for you to handle.
“I-I have to make dinner,” You stammered, trying to find a way to excuse yourself.
But Seokjin wasn’t having any of it.
“Y/N, look at me.” He said gently, and finally you lifted your chin to meet his imploring gaze, only becoming redder. “Baby you don’t have to be shy around me, hm?”
You nodded timidly. “I-I know but I can’t help it. I’m sorry.”
“Nonsense.” Seokjin immediately replied. “You don’t need to apologize.”
He didn’t ever want you to feel so shy around him that you felt like you couldn’t speak. He just wanted to cuddle and pamper you.
After a moment you let Seokjin guide you back to the couch and onto his lap, dinner forgotten, and began cuddling. Seokjin ran his fingers through your hair and you let your head rest against his chest briefly, closing your eyes and allowing a peace to wash over you. The two of you laid like this for a while, you finally calm and Seokjin beaming because he could cuddle you.
But then you felt a warm breath against your ear and Seokjin whispering mischievously,
“You’re lucky you’re so cute baby; I only stopped because tonight I’m going to tease you so much that you won’t even remember your own name.”
And then the whole process of you trying to run away started all over again.
Agh, that boy is going to drive you crazy.
Yoongi
“Here,” you said a little a little nervously, leaving the sticky notes that were filled with the lyrics you’d written. Yoongi had wanted to test your music making skills, so he’d practically begged you to write a song for him and you’d finally agreed, much to your own doubts. “I’m not sure if it’s good or not.”
“I’m sure its amazing, Y/N.” Yoongi said almost instantaneously, immediately reaching over to flip through the sticky notes and beckoning for you to sit in the chair opposite of him.
As you took a seat and reached for you phone, already stressing about how awful the lyrics you’d written were going to be, Yoongi suddenly whirled around and stared at you with wide eyes.
“W-what is it?” You said, looking back at him and then to the sticky notes.
“Y/N,” he said, “these are wonderful.” And then he was all over you, patting your head and showing his iconic gummy smile, showering you in countless compliments. “What other hidden talents do you have?”
You blushed and pulled away, hiding your face from his view. Yoongi paused, confused by your reaction and also a little annoyed. Didn’t you want your work to be praised?
“It’s nothing.” You mumbled. “I’m sure they’re pretty bland compared to yours.”
For a couple of moments, Yoongi didn’t say anything. He was just silent, and you began to worry that you’d upset him somehow. But you were still so flustered from all of his compliments that you didn’t have the courage to look up to see his reaction.
“Jagi,” Yoongi finally said, bending down. He tilted his head so he could look into your eyes, but you quickly turned around, covering your face with your palm. And suddenly your reaction made so much sense to him. He wouldn’t admit it, but he found your shyness to be so cute and wasted no time on teasing you about it. “Aww, don’t be so shy. Your so cute like this, I didn’t know anyone’s face could turn so red.”
At that you cringed inwardly and buried your face into your palms. At this point it would be better to melt into a puddle, you concluded.
“Don’t hide cutie, I promise I won’t poke fun to badly~”
As Yoongi peelef your hands away from your face, he felt pride surge through him and vowed to show the rest of the boys your work later. He gently rubbed circles into your back to calm you. He didn’t want you to feel shy, but he loved how flustered you’d become. I mean - your entire face was burning up and you couldn’t even utter a single word.
After Yoongi helped you calm down, he mused, “You know, I might need you to write some more songs for me”
You giggled, still a bit flustered from his earlier comments. “I don’t know, if your just going to tease me about it then I don’t see the point.”
“The point is to get that adorable little flustered face of yours, that’s the point cutie.”
“Stop it!”
“Stop what?” Yoongi leaned forward and gave you his gummy smile, making you dissolve into flustered giggles.
“Aww, look at my baby getting so shy again, how adorable~”
Hoseok
“Are you alright, jagi?” Hoseok asked, immediately picking up on your foul mood as you came home from work.
You sighed tiredly, rubbing your temples as you took off your shoes and hung your coat up in the closest. You didn’t reply as you walked over to the living room and threw yourself onto the couch, closing your eyes.
Hoseok hurried to finish washing the dishes and then came to join you on the couch. He wanted to cuddle you and hold your hand to soothe you, but you rejected all of his affection, far too worked up and restless. So instead Hoseok settled for slinging one of his arms around you shoulders.
“Bad day?” He asked.
“Sorta.” You replied tightly.
“Do I need to go yell at anyone?”
“No, it’s okay.”
At your exasperation, Hoseok backed off a little, opting to turn on the TV and go grab some snacks and a blanket for the two of you to share.
When he returned, he draped the blanket over you and set the snacks down on the coffee table. He hoped that some food would and a warm blanket help you feel better, coupled with his cuddles.
As the movie dragged on late into the night, the two of you wolfing down the snacks within a few minutes, you found yourself calming down and feeling guilty about being so short-tempered with Hoseok. Looking over, you saw that Hoseok had his arms folded in his lap and head drooping to the side, eyes closed and breath gentle.
You watched him for awhile. The temptation to cuddle him was starting to overwhelm you, but you hesitated, not wanting to disturb his sleep as you knew it was something that Hoseok rarely got enough of. After a while, you finally surrendered to your own temptations and slowly inched closer until you could lean your head against his chest and wrap your hands around his shoulders. Sighing gently, you closed your eyes and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
After a few moments, Hosoek suddenly wrapped his arm around you and patted your head. You looked up to see a huge grin spreading across his face.
“You are so cute jagi.” He cooed, and you blushed. “I didn’t know I was your personal stress ball.”
Flustered, you pulled back and said quite shyly, “Sorry Hobi, I couldn’t help it.”
He smiled at you. “I know you can’t resist this beautiful face, sweetie.” At your sudden flushed state, he chuckled and teased, “Aww, is someone getting shy? I didn’t know you were part tomato.”
“Oh be quiet!” You looked away, a smile rising to your cheeks.
“Just look at this beautiful smile!” Hoseok exclaimed, poking your cheeks. “My, baby you are so precious!”
At his continued teasing, you pulled away and pouted, “I just wanted to snuggle you. Why are you being so mean all the sudden?”
“And snuggle me you shall!” Hoseok declared, pulling you back into him.
As Hoseok pulled you into his arms, you let out a giggle as he continued to poke fun at you and shower you with praise. The night ended with him teasing you and trying to get your tomato face on camera so he could send it to the rest of Bangtan.
Man, did he adore the hell out of you.
Namjoon
“Y/N?” Namjoon called softly as he stepped into the apartment. He knew you liked to work well into the night, and sometimes loud noises startled you if you were to engrossed with your thoughts.
Hearing him call your name, you quickly responded from the next room over, completely forgetting about your sketchbook sprawled on your desk and flipped open to the page you’d just spent hours working on. When Namjoon walked into the room, you were already on your feet and throwing your arms around his shoulders.
“Aww jagi did you miss me?” Namjoon cooed, welcoming the embrace. You blushed and buried your face in his chest to hide yourself, just wanting to be near him as exhaustion finally settled over you. Unfortunately for you, Namjoon had spotted your sketchbook and asked, “What’s that?”
“Hm?” In your sleepy state, you were a bit slow to realize that Namjoon had inched towards the desk to take a peek at your sketchbook. It was only when he said, “Oh wow jagi, did you draw this? It’s so beautiful baby, just like you. You never told me you were such an amazing artist.”
And suddenly you were wide awake. Namjoon’s compliment had you red as a tomato. Flustered, you immediately pried it away from his hands and flipped the sketchbook closed, tossing it carelessly away whilst stammering, “I-It’s nothing Joon. Just forget you even-I mean, uh, can we just talk about something…you know I got these new shoes today?”
Namjoon stared back at you, shocked by your reaction. You had turned around and were trying to look very busy inspecting your shoes, your eyes landing everywhere but on him. Stepping around you, he went to ask if you were quite alright, wondering if he’d accidentally stumbled upon something that was near and dear to you, but then he noticed how red your face was and that you were trying your hardest to ignore him. Oh how adorable you were, Namjoon couldn’t help but giggle at your reaction.
“Is my little sunflower getting shy?” Namjoon teased lightly, crushing you in a hug, chuckling at your squeals of embarrassment. “Your work is so beautiful, why don’t you show it off more often?”
When you were so flustered that you couldn’t respond with an intelligent response and hid your face in your hands, Namjoon lightly grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face, titling your chin up until you had to look at him.
“Don’t hide from me, jagi~” He hummed, reaching for your sketchbook.
“Namjoon don’t-”
“Don’t what? I want to see what else you’ve drawn.” Ignoring your squeaks of protest, he started to flip through all of your most recent sketches, meanwhile you were reddening every time he made a compliment or opened up to a new page. “I’ve never seen you so flustered before. Your just so adorable I might use this as an advantage to see that cute smile of yours every now and then”
“Stop it! You’re so mean!”
“You’re just so cute I can’t help it~”
And indeed did Namjoon exploit this little discovery. He thought it was adorable how flustered you got over this one incident, and soon learned that compliments and affection were enough to make you red in the face and squeal and pout, something that made him incredibly happy.
Jimin
“Comfortable?” Jimin asked quietly, shifting on the couch so you had more room.
“Yes.” You replied, letting yourself lean against his shoulder. “You make a great cushion.”
Jimin chuckled and flashed you a smile that sent your heart fluttering. “Good to know.”
He grabbed the remote and pressed play, the excitement evident on his face. You on the other hand were a little nervous. Jimin had finally convinced the other boys to let you stay for a sleepover, and had suggested watching scary movies all night to see who could go the longest without being scared.
But now you were regretting agreeing, especially considering this was only your “second date” with him.
As the time ticked by, you found yourself beginning to become more relaxed. Jimin had slung his arm around your neck, and you felt completely safe with him. To both of your surprise, the two of you were doing pretty well.
That was until a particularly startling jump scare occurred and you nearly flew out of your seat, grabbing Jimin’s hand without thinking and smothering him in a bear hug.
Jimin startled as he felt your viselike grip coupled with you suddenly wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his shoulder. He blushed but didn’t say anything, both flustered and unsure of how to handle the situation.
After a few moments you dared to open your eyes, breathing heavily. And then you froze as you realized that you were clutching his hand and practically suffocating him, beginning to turn redder than an apple. The two of you stared uncertainly at each other for a couple of minutes.
“I’m sorry!” You yelped as soon as you steeled yourself, pulling away and becoming flustered as apologies tumbled out of your mouth.
“It’s okay.” Jimin replied quickly, running his fingers through his own hair and looking away. “I don’t mind. It was cute.”
Again you froze. “Y-you didn’t mind?”
Jimin shook his head. “No.” He wouldn’t admit it but he actually loved it when you hugged him. “When you’re scared you’re actually really adorable. I’m not sure exactly sure how you do it but you manage to pull it off.”
Embarrassed, you ducked your head and let out a mortified squeak. Jimin noticed and took a moment to look at you. And then a mischievous grin spread across his face.
“Wow Y/N, I didn’t know you could be so cute.” He cooed, his voice so soft that it was more like a loving purr. Jimin practically had hearts as eyes as he reached over and grabbed your face. “No need to act all shy now love. You’re just a little ball of nerves aren’t you sweetie?”
You giggled shyly as he booped your nose and pushed your hair back so he could look into your eyes.
“S-stop teasing me.” You pouted, scrunching up your nose. “It’s not fair.”
“Everything’s fair when it comes to this beauty you see right here, jagi. And there’s nothing you can do about it! I find that really adorable.”
And now he really had you blushing as he gave you a dazzling smile. You were a puddle of giggles and squeaks as he proceeded to tease you further, only stopping when you couldn’t talk from just how giggly you’d gotten.
Taehyung
“Aegyo or aegyo?” Taehyung asked, leaning closer to you so he could see your reaction. He thought it was more than adorable at the puzzled expression on your face.
“That’s the same thing!” You complained, already feeling a bit flustered at the way he kept beaming at you.
“Yes I know. I can’t have you choosing something else silly, I know you love my aegyo more than anything.”
Taehyung smiled cutely and you giggled into your hands, feeling your cheeks warm as he suddenly started to take pictures of you and coo over how adorable you were.
It seemed that just about anything could make you flustered, and Taehyung lived for it. He loved to tease you and make you giggle - he did it all the time and still claimed he wasn’t doing it intentionally.
That boy was going to be the death of you.
“Jagi why are you hiding?” Taehyung teased, pulling your hands away from your face. “You seem flustered all of the sudden and I’m just wondering why.”
“You know why!” You pouted, crossing your arms and refusing to look at him.
“Do I?” He asked innocently and pretended to think about it for a moment. “Hmm, I can’t seem to think of a reason why I guess you’ll just have to enlighten me.”
When you didn’t respond, Taehyung suddenly wrapped you up in his arms and said, “C’mere cutie.”
You didn’t think too much about it as he often did this. That is until he slipped his hands underneath your arms and started to poke your armpits.
“Taehyung stop it!” You giggled, swatting at his hands as he started tickling you.
“What?” He asked innocently, smirking as you flushed and tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he’d caught you in a strong embrace and didn’t plan on letting you escape.
You squeaked when he drew your heads closer together and started peppering you with ticklish kisses, his eyes glowing with adoration for you.
“Wow, you’re so red jagi! I know I’m cute but I didn’t know I could make you look so adorable with just one measly hug!”
Blushing and still laughing as his hands attacked your tummy, you closed your eyes and reluctantly relented, “Yes yes, fine you’re cute. That’s why I was so flustered before - happy?”
Chuckling, Taehyung stopped tickling you and let you relax, running his fingers through your hair. You let out a sigh of relief, allowing him to cuddle you.
“I’m sorry baby, but you know I only tease you so much because I love you right?”
“Yes I know.” You grumbled, although secretly you loved when Taehyung got into one of his playful moods. “You remind me every chance you get.”
He laughed and hummed in agreement, and the two of you fell asleep like that. Him laying on the couch with you bundled up in his arms.
Jungkook
“Kookie?” You called softly as you pushed your way into the dimly light room, trying not to drop the tray of food.
A second later you heard,
“I’m in my office!”
And turned to glance at the small, windowed room that housed Jungkook’s music studio, where, lately, Jungkook had disappeared to often as he was getting ready to go on tour with the boys.
Sighing, you carefully picked your way through the messy living room and opened the door to his studio. Notebooks were scattered all over the desk, and papers were strewn across the floor. Some of the recording equipment had been shoved quite carelessly against the back of the wall, and the cabinets were overflowing with writing utensils, water bottles, sticky notes, and other items. Small posters hung around the room, reminders, schedules, dates, and times scribbled all over them.
And Jungkook himself was bent over his computer, all his attention fixed on the screen.
Sighing again and wondering to yourself how Jungkook even managed to find his shoes in the morning, you carefully set the tray down on a mini table next to the side of the door, and went to tap Jungkook on the shoulder.
“Kookie, I made you some lunch.” You told him, briefly glancing at the computer screen to see that he was over viewing what the schedule for the arrival of the tour date would be like.
“Thank you Y/N but I’m busy.” Jungkook said without looking at you. “Maybe pack it away for later?”
You frowned, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. “But Kook you need to eat. How will you preform on an empty stomach?”
“I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.”
“That’s not healthy.”
Finally, Jungkook paused and turned around in his chair, looking up at you. “I have to-” And abruptly he froze.
Alarm shoot through you. “What’s wrong?” Following his gaze, you noticed that he was staring at the tray. Unease flitted through your veins. “Do you not like it?”
Silence spread between you and Jungkook. His mouth had dropped and was fully agape, staring wordlessly at the lunch you’d prepared for him. As you opened your mouth to ask if he didn’t like it and would rather just order takeout, Jungkook suddenly sprang to his feet and wrapped you up in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He relaxed against you and rested his head on your shoulder, a sigh escaping his lips.
Dumbfounded, you craned your head around to look at him. “Kook?”
“Y/N baby its perfect and so thoughtful.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Thank you so much, I love you.”
At that, you blushed and turned your head away, suddenly growing shy at his compliment.
“I-I love you too, Jungkook.” You whispered back. As he held you, you became more and more red. “It’s nothing really - I just thought you might be hungry.”
Jungkook finally pulled away and looked at you, surprised to see how red you’d turned. “Jagi why is your face so red?”
You blushed even more. “I just wasn’t expecting you to do that.” You mumbled, not specifying what you were talking about. Jungkook raised his eyebrow. “It was so unexpected, like when you bring me roses.”
“I think your the rose.” He teased lightly, grinning.
“Oh hush,” You huffed, placing your hands on your hips. “You would be the rose in an instant if I so much as grabbed you hand.”
And now it was Jungkook’s turn to flush. You immediately pounced on the opportunity to tease the maknae and lifted yourself onto your toes, poking his cheek.
“Now look who’s getting all red.” You teased, bringing your heads closer. Jungkook let out a shy laugh and tried to pull away, but you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Bunny, you think you’re so tough don’t you? I can see right through you though, you big baby.”
Giggling adorably and flushing red, Jungkook suddenly cupped your face in his hands and replied. “Of course I’m tough! Have you seen my muscles?” He then proceeded to start calling you endearing terms like honey and cutie whist flexing off his muscles, making you flush. “See? You can’t hide from this bunny cutie.”
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I don’t know if this is good or not. I just stayed up half the night writing this, hated it and thought about rewriting the entries, then decided to suck it up and just finish it the next day. Sorry if it’s not written well, I was really losing my mind writing this.
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to you, lil' kookie
Jungkook felt his senior’s arms strongly around his crouched body, his grip tightening with each inhale of breath. Joon always used to speak to him softly, but today he was even more cautious.
“She is not coming back, Kookie. Okay? She won’t come back.”
Salty tears stained Joon’s shirt, but he didn’t mind. His younger brother was hurt in a way he had never been hurt before. Joon would turn back time if he could. He would go back long before Jungkook met you, long before you could break his heart. Unfortunately, though, he couldn’t.
Joon patted his head softly while whispering.
“You are going to be okay, Kookie. You are going to be okay.” Jungkook started sobbing harder, gasping for air as he cried out.
“How? How can I be okay if she doesn’t want me? Tell me how, hyung?”
In the weeks prior his friends tried everything to cheer him up.
Jin took him to a fancy salon to get him a fresh look but all he saw were his sad eyes.
Hobi flew him out to LA to go out dancing with actors and models, but he just stood in the corner watching, too sad to even move.
Jimin tried setting him up with other girls, one more beautiful than the other, but everyone he met reminded him of you.
Yoongi bought every brand of liquor available but even the bitterest taste couldn’t erase the sweetest memory of you.
Taehyung took him out to the peaceful forest to spend some time in solitude, but being alone with his thoughts was even worse.
And Joon? Joon just went straight in – “face your demons and conquer them“, he used to say.
Jungkook stared at the empty, emerald green journal which was gifted to him by his hyung. He scoffed, too annoyed to even try writing about his feelings. How was he even supposed to start? Joon once told him that if love got taken away from us, it’s the small child within us that suffers the most.
“You think you need the other person but what you really need is you.”
Jungkook had no idea where Joon took all his wisdom from. Was he right? Should he give this a try? He clasped his hands above his head, trying to think straight.
“It’s not like there is something else I want to do anyway”, he mustered to himself.
Jungkook opened the black journal and stumbled upon the first page. Joon had left him a little note: “To you, little Kookie.” He smiled wholeheartedly, touched by his friend’s affection for him.
Jungkook scratched the back of his head, unsure how to even begin writing to his younger self. “Don’t overthink it. Just let it flow. This is a safe space for you, Kookie. It needs to be.”
He grabbed a pencil and started writing.
Dear little Kookie,
He scratched what he wrote and shook his head in resistance.
“God, I sound so stupid. Why am I doing this?” He thought back to his conversation with Joon.
“Picture yourself as a little kid if you find it hard to write to yourself. It’s not like you’re writing to a stranger. You are talking to yourself.”
Dear little Kookie,
Dear little Kookie,
Not gonna lie – I feel stupid doing this right now. But if we’re being brutally honest right now, I have felt stupid for quite some time now. It didn’t work out with y/n and I feel devastated. I really wanted her. I really wanted her to want me. But I guess I wasn’t her type after all.
So, she broke my heart, blocked my number and left me like I didn’t matter. My friends tried everything to make me feel better, but they failed. Hyung made me write to you, so I guess this is my last hope. I don’t even know what to say though?
Are you as sad as me?
Jungkook stared at the last sentence, hoping for some kind of interaction. He laughed at himself after realizing what he was doing.
“Who am I, Harry Potter?” He chewed on his pencil for a while before continuing writing.
You are as sad as me, huh? Guess we both feel like shit. I tried everything to run away from feeling like that. Didn’t work.
Is this forever? Can we change? Can we heal? Hyung told me about relationships, you know. He is very smart but sometimes he says things that go way over my head. He said that the most important relationship I have is with you, little Kookie. With me, I suppose.
And I neglected you for a while, didn’t I?
Jungkook interrupted his writings to get himself a drink. Facing his pain was harder than he thought. Yoongi’s brown liquor burned in his throat, but he gladly welcomed another kind of pain for once.
I am sorry, little Kookie. I am sorry that you and I have to go through this. And I’m also sorry that we had to face so much pain in the past, too. Dating is hard, don’t you think?
Loving is even harder. I am sorry for all the trouble I put you through. I never really tended to your wounds, did I? Instead, I waited for someone external to mend them for us. Sorry I neglected you all these years.
He took a deep breath before thinking about you.
Little Kookie, I am sorry for how it went down with y/n. I am sorry that I did everything imaginable to convince her I was worthy of her love while you were dying inside from heartbreak. I tried to give her everything until nothing was left of me.
I am sorry I didn’t notice you. I wasn’t there, I was too occupied with her. Y/N neglected me whilst I neglected you. I should have been here with you. I should have held your hand and reassured you. I am sorry I made you question yourself. I should have let her go and focus on you and me. I should have told you how amazing you are. How great you are. And that you are worthy of love, that you deserve to be loved. If she can’t see that, then it’s her loss.
But I didn’t. I was mean to you – and me. I lay there crying every night, wondering why I wasn’t good enough for her. I tortured myself thinking that she would find someone better than me anyway. And then she did.
I should have chosen you, but I chose her instead. And that backfired.
Jungkook sat silently crying in front of his journal. Joon was right – it felt good to get this off his chest, even if the pain was bittersweet.
“You can go on and paint her as the villain or you could use your energy on you, Kookie. Don’t you think you’re finally worth your own attention for once?”
Jungkook let his head fall back in exhaustion, thinking of all the ways he had mistreated himself. He thought back to all those moments in which he behaved like a person without a backbone, or self respect. Like a wolf starved of love he would have taken anything from you, too weak to even realize how poisonous you were.“
“I used to ask her why she didn’t want me. Why didn’t she love me? Why did she only use me? Was that all I was good for? Is this all I’m ever going to be?”
He gulped harder, holding back tears.
“All this time I felt like worthless shit. And so did little Kookie. I tried so hard for her to love me so I could finally feel whole again. I can only imagine how little Kookie must have felt.”
Shame accompanied by disgust clouded his body.
“I have made a complete fool out of myself by begging her to love me. How pathetic is that? I chased someone who didn’t want me. For months I let her play me like a fiddle. Why did I do that? Why did I do that to us?”
Soon, his feelings of self-attack merged into something greater – a hunger for healing.
Little Kookie, I don’t know what the future will hold for us, but I promise you I will be better. And I will make you proud. I won’t rely on someone else to make us feel whole again.
Or loved. I can love you for the both of us. I have no idea how I’m going to do this but I’m sure hyung will help me. Can you forgive me?
He hugged himself tightly, squeezing his arms in response to the sadness he was feeling.
“Hyung was right. Even if it takes time, I will be alright again. Me and little Kookie will be alright this time. We have to be.”
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It’s (just so) awkward | jungkook - part three
No way. We’re too different and he’s so—so black and white. A straight-up yes-or-no kind of guy. And I’m not.”
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You had been momentarily blinded. A bit distracted.
That was the only reasonable explanation for you feeling as though you had a middle school crush on your high school friend. It should be the only reasonable explanation. There was nothing else that could explain it and you were glad to leave it at that.
That didn’t mean that his words went by unnoticed. That night after your small ice cream escapade had you turning and tossing in bed as you replayed Jungkook’s over and over again in your head like a broken cassette tape. He had every right to be mad at you, after all, for dissing his other good friend. Sara hadn’t done anything but be kind to you. You were the mean one, the asshole.
You couldn’t help it.
Which was why you made it a must to stay away as much as normally possible. And of course, Jungkook noticed. What did he not? It was as clear as day that you were preoccupying yourself on purpose just so that you wouldn’t have to accidentally bump into him or her on campus, ensuring that you knew his timetable by heart so that you could take another transportation slot.
You managed to keep up that small charade, until the Inter-College Sports Olympics came along.
Every university had to take part in the Sports Olympics without fail and since Jungkook had been a naturally good basketball player, had been recruited in playing for the team, along with Changbin and a few other boys from your cohort. You’d had no choice but to accompany a whiny Yoona and an excited Jimin to the games, and maneuvered through the horde of people to get to your assigned seats.
You were busy rustling through your bag for a tissue — your nose was running, no thanks to that stupidly cold weather — when you accidentally bumped into an elbow.
Turning, you started to apologize when the stranger just smiled at you and said, “don’t worry about it. Happens all the time.”
“Yeah sorry,” you felt bad for him, he seemed crammed in this tiny seat, “it’s always like this. I don’t understand what’s the big deal with these games.”
“To be honest, neither do I,” the stranger shook his head and grinned. He was gorgeous, you noticed, with a beautifully sculpted nose and dark lashes that framed his brown eyes, full lips that would make any girl jealous, “my name’s Taehyung. I’m majoring in engineering.”
Taehyung, you found, had come all the way from his tiny countryside town in hopes of making it big for the sake of his dying mother who had been attained by cancer last summer. When you’d tried to stumble through a series of condolences, he’d merely shook his head and brushed it off, saying that it was now part of his life and that there was nothing to feel sorry for.
“It’s something that just comes and goes, right?” He shrugged and you wondered whether he was just trying to pretend he was fine, wondered whether he locked himself behind closed doors to cry his heart out, “anyway, is there anyone you’re here for?”
To be honest, you weren’t focusing on the game at all. Rather, what the mysterious young man had to say seemed to be much more interesting, which was how you found yourself deep in discussion until Yoona’s firm grip on your arm brought you back to reality.
“He’s got it! He’s got the ball!”
Indeed, as you squinted to find Jungkook, you spotted the said dark-haired man practically flying through the court, the ball as if made to fit in his palm, before he twisted and soared, tossing it perfectly so that it gently slid into the net. Perfect.
The crowds broke into applause and cheers. You cried out his name and next to you, Taehyung chuckled as he clapped, “you know this guy?”
“We’re close friends since high school.”
The first opening match of the Sports Olympics came to an end with your university winning by twenty points. The crowd erupted with yells and cheers as they swarmed onto the court, players getting bombarded with attention and amidst it all, Sara going over to Jungkook with a grin so wide that you had to look away, for fear of your heart suddenly breaking in two.
“I’m going to wait outside by the car,” you mumble out to Yoona and slipped through the throng of people before she could even call out your name.
The air was crisp and cold outside, a good contrast to the heat permeating your skin. You breathed in, chest aching with some kind of unknown emotion as your palms fisted at your sides.
It was a weird feeling, the one that seemed to spread through your chest like a flame that wouldn’t die down no matter how much logic you poured over it in hopes of getting it to die down.
It licked and burned and hurt. And as you pressed your back against the cool surface of Jimin’s car, you wondered whether there was something that was seriously wrong with you.
This was Jungkook, and Sara was good for him. He deserved that much happiness.
So why couldn’t you just be happy for him?
”Y/N, there you are.”
Freezing, your eyes flew up to see none other than a dishevelled Jungkook still in his basketball jersey, sweat dotting his forehead and lips parted in a soft pucker, flushed with heat.
For a minute, you could only stare at him.
“What—“ the words blocked in your throat, “what are you doing here?”
He did that little nose scrunch that made his face turn decades younger, “I’m allergic to crowded places.”
“right.” You chuckled, “How could I forget?”
He stepped closer to you before leaning against the same vehicle, a soft sigh falling from his lips at the action.
“You played well,” you said in the comfortable silence, “thought you hated contact sports.”
“I do hate contact sports. There are so many germs on that basketball court,” he shuddered with a grimace, “but I had no choice. They didn’t have any players.”
“What a nice sense of duty you have.”
He pulled out his tongue at you in retaliation and you laughed, head thrown back as your eyes scrunched up at the night sky. Jungkook laughed along with you, his gaze holding an expression you couldn’t quite place which made you ask, “What?”
“I haven’t seen you laugh like this in a while,” he said bluntly, “it’s nice.”
“Ah,” that was true. It had been a rough few weeks of trying to come to terms with this newfound feeling about your best friend hat wouldn’t leave you alone. Jungkook had absolutely no idea how wrecked you were for him.
“About our conversation,” Jungkook suddenly spoke up, “you remember, when we spoke about Sara?”
You looked up at him, “yes.”
“Did I hurt your feelings?”
It was no use to lie. “Yes.”
“I’m sorry.” A pause. Then, “what did I say that hurt your feelings?”
“It was more how you said it. And to be honest, it was partly my fault, I was being mean—“
It was then that you noticed how close he was, so close you felt the warmth of his breath hit your skin and saw the small cracks in his lips. Your eyes flitted up to his, only to see him already gazing back at you with some sort of tenderness that made your insides quiver. Why was he looking at you like that?
“Jungkook?” You murmured out in the silence that fell, admiring the way his moles scattered across his face like stars, “what—“
“There you are!”
Both of you sprung apart like guilty teenagers, not quick enough to have escaped Jimin’s eyes as he stood before the car, “we were looking all over for you!” He didn’t hesitate to throw himself at the taller man, “congrats, bro! You rocked that court!”
“Thanks—“ Jungkook struggled and looked like he was about to be sick, patting Jimin’s back awkwardly as the rest of the group found their way to the cars. You turned away with hot cheeks, glad that it was only Jimin that caught you. You weren’t sure what exactly you’d be doing if Sara had been the one.
The rest of the evening was spent in Yoona’s single condo — paid by her father who was rich enough that he owned all the petrol companies in the country — with drinks and an assortment of snacks at the ready as more and more people piled in. It almost felt like she’d invited the whole cohort, which made you feel slightly uneasy knowing there were people around that you weren’t familiar with.
So you hid out on the terrace, gazing out at the city lights beyond while sipping your drink. It was where Changbin found you a few minutes later.
“Not your style?” He asked as he leaned against the railing.
You pulled a grimace, “yeah I don’t enjoy loud music much,” it was then that you realized he was actually here, “what are you doing here on a Saturday? Aren’t you supposed to be out partying your heart out? Why come to a stupid school party?”
“Believe it or not, your friend Yoona actually invited me,” he cocked his head at you with a small smile, “and to be honest, you and Jungkook have been a very interesting watch these days.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Whatever you want it to mean,” he shrugged before directing his gaze back towards the beautiful city lights in the distance, “so tell me, he’s still very much infatuated with miss ol’ goodie two shoes?”
“I don’t know and it’s none of my business.”
“Uh I disagree,” Changbin brushed his bangs out of his face, “it is very much your business whether you like it or not.”
“Changbin, I’m not here to talk about my love life,” you looked down at the pavement below as you felt your hair cascade across your shoulders, “so please don’t bring it up again, it’s hard enough trying to forget him.”
“Alright, fair enough.” He then reached down before producing two bottles of soju, “want to drink your sorrows away instead?”
That sounded strangely more appealing than anything else. So you agreed and decided to hell with everything.
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“Jungkook, c’mon. Let’s go.”
The latter groaned, eyes still shut as he leaned against one of Yoona’s million-dollar leather couches. Your friend could say bye bye to her lovely flat value if Jungkook decided to empty the insides of his stomach all over this place.
So you tugged at his arm again, and again, and again, until his eyes managed to peel open.
“Y/N?” His voice was slurred and there was no doubt that he’d been drinking a little too much. Especially for Jungkook.
It was almost adorable. Almost being the key word.
“Come on,” you reached down, tugging at his arm to pull him up as Sara came over with a glass of water.
“Here,” she gave it to Jungkook, who merely shook his head and pushed it away, “don’t wanna,” he grumbled, stumbling towards you in the process.
He was a tall man, and not a lean one at that. It was a challenge to balance him as he threw his entire bodyweight onto you like you were his only source of strength. You noticed, in the corner of your eye, the rest of the party being ushered out by Yoona.
You looked back at Jungkook struggling to stay on his feet, nudged at him to take the drink, “drink it,” you said it like an order, to which he shook his head.
“Drink. It.” You repeated firmly.
“No,” he moaned and did the most surprising thing; buried his face into the crook of your neck. He murmured out like a child, “don’t want to.”
Your body was frozen, unsure what to do with this now clingy man-child hanging off you in front of both his supposed crush (and hopeful girlfriend) and the rest of your friend group.
“Uhm,” you tried to shove him off awkwardly.
No response.
He merely tightened his hold and mumbled some more incoherent things under his breath, “Jungkook, come on. Stop being a baby—“
“You smell good,” his mumble, a brush of his lips against your skin, threw you off guard, caused your heart to go into a mini panic attack.
“Right, uhm— I think we should bring him home. Y/N?” Jimin looked at you pleadingly and you nodded, glad when Changbin took the initiative to call an uber. You didn’t even have time to check whether Sara had been offended by your beat friend’s behaviour since you were all too busy trying to drag the latter’s weight down the stairs.
Thank god for Changbin and Jimin’s help, who even paid the driver in advance as you climbed in and muttered out Jungkook’s flat address. The said young man, currently sprawled across the backseat, seemed to have fallen into a fitful sleep which you hoped wouldn’t last. You needed to get him to his bed, after all. Or at least beyond his front door.
You’d never actually gone into Jungkook’s flat before, so this was a first. He was thankfully awake enough to allow himself to be dragged up the stairs upon arrival, encouraged by your hand wrapped around his waist while his was draped over your neck.
“Jungkook,” you called out to him upon reaching his front door, breathless and sweaty, with your hair sticking to the sides of your face, “key.”
He mumbled, head lolling into the curve of your neck once more. You nudged him, so that he could repeat, “back pocket.”
You fished it out none too gently, careful not to touch anything else and glad he wasn’t sober to see the blush on your face as you managed to unlock his front door.
His flat, you found, was bare without anything too personal. You struggled to turn on the lights in the corner wall, only to be met with white washed walls and white furniture to match, a few black details highlighting the space. A couch sat in the left corner, its cream overlay torn at the edges, and on the right was a tiny kitchenette with an assortment of sauces lined up so neatly you wouldn’t be surprised if Jungkook had measured it out with a ruler.
But this was not the time to think of that. You had a drunk man on your hands, one that seemed overly fond to cuddle you to death.
You managed to find his bedroom — not a hard feat, considering that it was the only door available at the end of the room — and pulled Jungkook along until you practically hauled his body onto his bed.
He curled into his blanket, as though he knew he was now surrounded by comfort, and the sight was surprisingly so tender that it made your heart skip a beat.
You managed to get him some water and was glad when he moved closer to you as you called out his name. Using one hand to tilt his head back, you held the cup to his lips and watches as he took in a few sips.
“Good,” you noted, taking the cup away when he turned his head. You set the cup aside and took a seat at the end of his mattress, “how are you feeling?”
“Like…” he drawled out the words, still influenced by the alcohol, clearly, “—shit.”
“Yeah,” you grimaced, placing two tylenols that you had found digging into his shelves a few moments ago onto his nightstand, “take two of these when you wake up tomorrow.”
“Mm, yeah.”
“Since when do you drink so much?”
Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open then, only to meet yours, “I think I went overboard.”
“No shit sherlock.”
A guttural groan fell from his mouth. He turned, fingers clasping your wrist before tugging you to the bed. You stumbled and almost fell smack onto Jungkook’s chest, eyes widening at the reduced proximity as his other arm wrapped around your waist to pull you even closer.
Your skin lit on fire, “J—Jungkook,” you breathed, unsure of how you got into this position, “what—what are you doing?”
But Jungkook seemed to be lost in his own world. He didn’t answer you in favour of nuzzling into the crook of your neck and throwing a leg over your frame like you were his favourite teddy bear. Your heart almost gave out at the lack of proximity, wishing that you could just roll away without him noticing, but his grip was hard as iron and even as you tried to push his chest away, there was a soft murmur of protest brushing againt your cheek.
“Don’t.”
And then, as though he needed to insist upon this point, he added, “please.”
That was when you felt it. The softest pressure of lips. Against your nape.
You stifled a gasp. Your body tensed beneath his.
You wished your body wasn’t as receptive, wished that you didn’t melt so easily in his hold as euphoria exploded behind your lids.
“Jungkook,” you were breathless as you felt another kiss, “Jungkook, And another. One on your collarbone. One under your jaw, every dot of warmth from his mouth causing fireworks to explode and your skin to warm like you were suddenly thrust right into a campfire.
This was too much. He was too much.
Your hands tightened into fists on instinct, heart leaping to your throat.
He kept on kissing you. Over and over again. All over your skin, as if all the limits suddenly didn’t exist in the cracks of your friendship. His mouth was everywhere; your jaw, your cheek, and now landing right at the corner of your mouth.
That was the moment his eyes fluttered open, meeting your wide ones. His gaze was drugged and hazy, but there was something else swirling there, something you couldn’t place your finger on. And the more you gazed at him, the closer he seemed to get to you until his nose brushed yours tenderly.
Were you going to allow yourself this little bite of heaven? Were you really going to break all the rules just for a few seconds of ecstasy to know how it felt like to kiss Jungkook?
Your sweet, sweet friend that seemed to have stolen your heart and kept it for himself. Your sweet, sweet friend Jungkook, who was looking at you like you were the only star in his sky.
You swallowed thickly, heart clenching at the thought that this would change things forever. You would not be able to get out of this room unscathed and you had to admit the thought scared you. And what about Jungkook? Was he sober enough to understand what he was doing?
“Y/N.”
Your eyes snapped up to his, heart skipping a beat at the dark intensity of his jet black eyes.
You felt a hand trickle along your hip. He squeezed softly, tugged you closer, before his other hand trailed up to grasp the side of your face.
“Jungkook, how drunk on you? On a scale of one to ten,” the words rushed out of you in hopes of breaking the sudden tension that had taken over the room.
He took a ragged breath, “a five.”
“Right. So—uhm, I’ll just go find a water bottle to place by your bed—“
He didn’t give you time. His arm pulled you at the same time that he dove forward before he pressed his lips to yours.
Jungkook kissed you. And you knew that everything was going to change.
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Uncle Kim
The following slides might contain 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄, do not interact if uncomfortable
Pairing: Step-Uncle!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader
Genre: Rough Smut, angst and little bit of fluf
Warnings: Rough Smut, teasing, daddy Tae, humiliation, degradation, puppy kink, daddy kink, cock slapping, naughty Yn
“Yn! Come downstairs!” you heard your stepfather shout, you annoyingly stood up from your bed before walking downstairs, not caring about your short pyjamas. “Yah! Kim Yn! Come down quick!” You heard your stepfather shout again making you groan as you fasten your pace of climbing down the stairs. Despite your stepfather being sweet and caring towards you, he still had a very bad temper and would start his rap when he is angry. “Good morning dad, what is it?” You said while yawning, stretching your arms, making your tiny tummy display. “Yah! It’s a good afternoon going on! Which girl wakes up at 1 p.m? Who is going to marry you if you behave like his?!” You just quietly sat down at the dining table and started eating your brunch without caring about your rapping stepfather. After a while you noticed him calm down and asked “Dad, when are you and mom going on the business trip?” You asked with an innocent face but inside you were planning to throw a party at the club after they leave. “Aren’t you too excited for us to leave?” Your mother said while walking into the scene with a suspicious look. You let out a nervous laugh before saying “N-No mom, why would I be excited to see you leave?” before your mother could talk, your stepfather interrupted “Jagya, you don't need to worry about her, I have someone who’ll take care of her” Your eyes widened hearing your stepfather’s comment “No! Why ?! I don’t need anyone to take care of me!” you father was about to reply but the bell disturbed your conversation. “I think he is here” Your stepfather said and even before you could say something he walked away to greet the ‘man’. You stomped your feet before sitting back down with a big pout, making sure everyone knew that you are sulking. You heard your father talk with the ‘man’ while walking towards the dining table. Soon they both were here as they sat on the dining table chairs, your father called “Yn-ah, here meet your caretaker” You looked up from the food to be captured in eye contact with those familiar chocolate brown eyes. You stare at those eyes as you let your lips escape a whisper “Taehyung?” You understood that he smiled when you noticed his eyes wrinkle a bit when he smiled. Your beautiful eye contact was disturbed by your stepfather “Yah! How many times have I told you to call him uncle?” Before your father could start his rap, Taehyung stopped him by saying “Jin hyung, stop it, she is just 4 years younger than me, right Yn?” His deep voice sent tingles down your spine, you notice how he had got a lot more buffer than the last time you saw him. His huge hand had prominent veins, sometimes you wonder how good his hand would look when it would be wrapped around your throat. “Are you alright Yn?” Your naughty bubble was broken by Taehyung’s sexy voice, you looked at him before whispering “Y-Yes T-Taehyung” You looked at him as he stared back at you, his stare was enough to make you feel wet between your legs.
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“So we’ll get going” Your stepfather said while looking at you and Taehyung. You made a cute pitiful face before saying “Eomma, appa, don’t gooo” Well… You wanted them to go before so that you could party but you knew you’ll not be able to handle yourself if you were left alone with Taehyung. “Aww, sweety, we have to go” Your mother said as she hugged you tightly while you too held her tightly “Don’t worry, Taehyung is here to take care of you! You won't feel alone at all” Your father said with a joyful face, only if he knew. “Let’s go, jagya. Bye-bye!” Your mother said while your stepfather walked her away before saying goodbye. You see their car drive away second by second until it’s not visible anymore. You turned around before closing the door, only to bump into a rock-hard chest. You looked up at him while he bent down until he was face to face with you, his breath fanning your lips as he said “You were desperate to be with me alone when we were young, what happened now?” He leaned in till only a centimetre distance was left between both of your lips. You just stared at him as leaned in more until his lips were on yours, still not moving. A few moments passed but he didn’t move his lips, so you decided to take matters into your hand and move your lips. As soon as you started to move your lips, he too started to move his lips as you both kissed softly which soon turned rough. Taehyung entered his tongue inside your mouth as you let it in. Soon his kiss moved down your body towards your collarbones as he sucked around them. Your mouth escapes a little moan when Taehyung finds your sweet spot. You could feel the wetness in your panties as Taehyung continued to suck on your neck. You were into the moment when suddenly it all stopped. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung standing in front of you, this time at a decent distance. You looked at him confused but your confusion turns into shock when he said “It’s your study time, go and study. Your father told me you are lagging in Math” He walked away after his doing as you continued to stare in shock before whispering in anger “Kim Fucking Taehyung!!!”
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The whole week went by Taehyung’s continuous teasing and nagging. The whole week you were left on edge, you even tried to masturbate but couldn’t finish. Today is Saturday and you decided to get back on Taehyung by teasing him. You wore a very scandalous dress that Taehyung would love to see you in but would hate to let others see it.
Yes, you decide to make him jealous, very basic but effective. You did your makeup and wore your heels before walking downstairs, making sure Taehyung hears you come. You saw him in the living room seeing something on the television. “Taehyung! I am going out with my friends to a club, I’ll be late at home so don't worry!” You say Taehyung look at you in shock as he heard you but his shocked face was turned into an angry one when he saw the dress you were wearing. You started to walk towards the door but before you could he grabbed you by your arm before turning you around. Your hands were on his chest as his eyes looked at you in jealousy. “You are going out to a club? And that too dress like that?! With whom?!” You internally smirked at his question but kept a neutral face and said “I am going out with Rayan and what’s the problem with my dress?” You pushed him a bit before twirling around and showing him your dress “You are going out with a guy and that too to a club” He said as he gripped your arm again but this time tighter. “You are not going anywhere especially wearing that dress” He said as he pulled you towards him. You whined in protest, trying to get away but inside you were loving the attention. “What’s your problem, Taehyung?! I am not a little girl, I can take care of myself. You are not my dad to interfere in my life” You said, maybe a little too harsh, you could see flames of anger inside his eyes and now you regret what you said. Fear slowly accumulates in your body as you shuttered “T-Tae-ah” You tried to say but were stopped when suddenly Taehyung gripped your throat. His grip painfully tight, his other free hand holding both your hands behind your back. “Oh babygirl, you really shouldn’t have said that. Gonna show you whom this slutty body belongs to, making sure you know who is your real daddy” His remark made you clench your legs tight, a small whimper escapes your lips as he tightens his grip on your throat “Gonna make sure you scream daddy all night” He said before throwing you on his shoulders and walking towards his room. Your mind floods with anticipation and lust. He walked inside his room, locking the door before throwing you onto the king-size bed he had, your breast jiggled due to the impact making him hungry for you.
He hovered above your small frame before taking your lips into a rough kiss. You tried to match his pace equally but still lagging. He gripped your clothed breast in his hand before squeezing it making you moan. Taking this as a chance, he entered his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of your mouth. He detached his lips from yours before moving them down to your neck, sucking a load of hickeys on your neck making you a moaning mess. Satisfied enough of the art he created on your neck, he moved down until he was lying on his stomach, his head between your thighs. In a swift movement, he pushed the hemline of your dress to your stomach as his eyes came in contact with your sexy crotchless underwear “Fuck! You were begging to be fucked. Fucking slut!” He said as he rubbed harshly onto your bear wetness. Your crotchless underwear made it easy for him to access your raw entrance. He pulled down your panties before throwing them somewhere in the room before saying “Spread your legs wide for daddy” Submissively you pulled your legs apart, displaying your greedy cunt to his hungry eyes “Fuck, such a tiny cunt you have” Pushing your legs up his shoulders, he bends down to nudge your clit, smelling your essence. Sticking his tongue out, liking your folds as he brings his free hand to flick your clit. His harsh actions on your sensitive pussy bring loud moans from your mouth. “Come on baby, moan louder for me, let everyone know who is pleasuring you ao good” He encourages as he continues to eat your pussy like a hungry wolf. Moving away from your pussy making you whine he pushed your legs from his shoulders to your chest before commanding you to hold them wide. You desperately acknowledged his command and pulled your legs wide apart. Taehyung sucked on his two fingers, wetting them enough before pushing them into your leaking hole making you release a deep breathy moan “Fuck, daddy!” Taehyung lets out a low moan seeing his fingers disappear in your hole. You were almost near your orgasm when he unexpectedly pulled his digs out of your cunt making you whine loudly “You thought you were gonna cum after the stunt you pulled, no babygirl that’s not how it works” He said before pulling down the straps of your dress until your dress is bunched up on your stomach. Your nipples hardened as soon as they came in contact with air. He pinched your perky nips before saying “You are such a naughty girl, going out without any proper garments. Looks like I have to put some sense in that slutty brain of yours. On your knees, crawl to me” He said before sitting on a chair that was in the corner of the room “Come on, baby girl, crawl to daddy” His dirty comment made you clench your thighs together as you slowly gained your strength before getting up from the bed and kneeling on the cold marble floor. You slowly got onto your hands and knees before crawling towards him. You crawled until you were in front of him as you looked up at him with your big puppy eyes “Such a good little pup for daddy” He said as he pushed your face onto his covered crotch. Humilation fills your veins as he said “Such a slutty little pup, you are a cock hungry bitch, aren’t you?” You wanted to say now but couldn’t help but just clench your thighs together to prevent any wetness to leak.
He stood up for a moment before pulling his pants down along with his boxers. He sat back down on the chair, manspreading as he gripped his cock “Open and suck” He commanded and you obeyed like a good girl, opening your mouth to take in his huge cock. You begin to take him slowly but he grips your hair and shoves his cock inside your mouth making him groan loudly. He grips your scalp as he controls your rhythm, you move your tongue around the tip of his cock making him moan loudly ”Such a pretty little cockslut you are” he moans out and pushes his cock deeper into your throat. Pulling his cock out of your mouth only to slap it on your face a few times before harshly showering it back in your mouth. “Yes, take my cock like a good slut” He curses as his tip met with the back of your throat making you gag. Tears streamed down your face as he thrust hard in your mouth, his moans making liquids gush out of your cunt making you clench your legs. “I am gonna cum baby” he says before cumming in your mouth, pulling out of your mouth before making sure you swallow his cum. “On the bed, ass up” He said, tapping your face lightly. You obeyed his command as you moved from your knees towards the bed. You got on all fours on the bed, making sure your ass sticks up high enough for him to see your both pucked holes. He walked towards you before hovering above your small frame. He took both of your hands in his grip before holding them behind you with his one hand. Pumping his cock he slowly tapped it on your clit making you whine “What was that baby?” He said while rubbing his tip on your clit “Please I want your cock daddy” you begged as your hips moved up in search of friction but he prevented you from doing so “Hmm, you want my cock, baby? But do you deserve it? Do you baby?” He says as he enters his tip into your hole before immediately pulling it out making you whine in frustration “Please daddy! I want your cock!!” you screamed only to be replaced by another painful moan as he spanks your ass “Behave slut!” He said as he gripped onto your asscheek “I’m sorry daddy, please I want your cock” He strokes your pussy slowly making you whine “Please fuck me, daddy. Fuck your slut. Tame my naughty pussy with your big cock. Fuck me like a whore I am” You begged him in desperation, this time you didn’t care if you sounded like a whore. “Since you begged so nice” He said before slowly entering his cock into your pussy, making you gasp because of the stretch. Slowly thrusting in you as he moaned when he felt you clench around him “Faster daddy, please fuck me faster” you said as he obeys and increases his speed “Fucck!! you fuck me so good daddy!!” You moaned loudly, feeling his girth stretch your tiny cunt, his tip repeatedly hitting your g-spot “Fuck!! Such a tight cunt you have!!” Your both’s moans echoed throughout the whole room, and both of your bodies glistened with sweat as if the air conditioner didn't work. You felt your orgasm approach as you clench your wall around his cock wanting to make him cum too “I’m gonna cum daddy” You moaned out “Be a good girl and hold it, cum when I say” Nodding your head while you moaned as he wreaked you “Cum” not being able to hold anymore you came as well as squirted as he commanded, creaming his dick with your cum “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” he moaned a string of curses as he pulls out and cums on your ass. You lay there breathless, trying to catch your breath. You felt Taehyung release you from his grasp before walking away. You felt disappointed, well maybe you expected a confession. “Maybe he really doesn’t like me” You whispered before pouting but gasped when you heard him “What are you pouting about? Did you not feel good?” He asked while walking towards you with a wet towel “W-what are you doing?” You questioned him as he hovered above you again “Cleaning you up, aftercare is necessary. Take a nap if you want” He said before wiping his cum off your ass, you just lay there as he cleaned up before walking away to dispose off the towel to the laundry. You got under the covers, closing your eyes as you waited for sleep to engulf you. You were almost about to sleep but got startled when you felt Taehyung wrap his arm around you “Sleep baby, sleep” He said pushing you into his chest, you too wrapped your arms around his torso as you let sleep consume you. “I love you my baby” Taehyung whispers into your hair as he notices you sleeping. He placed a small peck on your forehead before closing his eyes and sleeping.
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can anyone send/recommend me some ot7x reader, yoonmin x reader, jimin x reader, yoongi x reader fanfictions??😭 it can be ongoing, or one shot!! But i can’t find anything good, or i’ve read them.. and i desperately need new ones!! thank you so much<3
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BTS OT7/Multi-Member Master Fic Rec List
OT7 unless otherwise specified.
hit;record - kithtaehyung (Yoongi, Seokjin)
About Love 1 - mochiimac (SERIES)
Tied Up! - justanotherarmyfangirl
Stretch You Out - chateautae (Namjoon, Jungkook)
Eidolons - sopejinsunflower (SERIES)
the comforts of creatures - interesting-interludes (SERIES)
Starring Role - explicit-tae (Jimin, Jungkook)
night shift - aquaagustd (Yoongi, Hoseok)
two in one - here2bbtstrash (Hoseok, Jimin)
Lost and Found - flowerfangz (SERIES)
Loved by Seven - imaginebeautifulwords (SERIES)
Fake Love - jellifysh (SERIES)
Belong: a drabble - ratherbefangirling
Sunset Songs -bunny-kookoo
The Ravenheart Manor - seokoloqy
night shift - aquagustd
feels like home - btsrunmylife (ot7)
envolver - jjungkookislife
Creme de la creme - breadoffoxy (Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook)
oh, little red - jincherie (Yoongi, Jimin)
Hybrid Games - moviefreaklover -major-infires
Butterfly Tattoo Studio - Hoseok, Jimin
No Relation to Morals - smasmashie
I'll still stay - rmontr
Origins - sugamoonv
Find Rest for your soul - bobaandasiandramas
Seven Days of Dates - bangtansocean
Woman Without Flaws - sweetlyskz
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Masterlist | BTS Masterlist
#tritd#tritd-fic-recs#tritd masterlists#tritd fic recs#emificlib#bts x reader#bts x y/n#bts x you#bts fanfic#bts smut#bts fic#bangtan x you#bangtan x reader#bangtan x y/n#namjoon x reader#namjoon x y/n#jin x y/n#jin x reader#seokjin x reader#seokjin x y/n#suga x reader#suga x yn#yoongi x reader#ot7 x reader#poly!bts#jimin x reader#hobi x reader#taehyung x reader#jungkook x reader
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Seokjin fic recs 2023
In honor of Seokjin’s birthday, I want to share my favorite fanfictions that I’ve read this year. Although I did not read as many as I wanted to, the list will be short. But! I’ve leave my ‘to read’ list at the bottom to make up for it 💜I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹
❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗
If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂
BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (💜)(kth) |
Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻.
⭐Knocked by @sailoryooons [10.6K]
// ksj x f.reader // roommates to lovers // 🥵😂
📝 Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.
🗨️ This was so hilarious, and the build up and pay-off was really good 👏
⭐Sleepover by @peachypinkygloss [7.3K]
// ksj x f.reader x pjm // bestfriends!au, threesome // 🥵
📝 You spend a night with your two best friends at their dorm room. You should have known that they wanted to do more than just watching movies.
🗨️ Omg this was so good, the smut 😘🥵
⭐I Don’t Think I’m Okay by @ressjeon [4K]
// ksj x f.reader // slice of life, idiots to lovers!au, childhood friends!au // 🥵🥰🌩️
📝 With many chances wasted, you couldn’t even resist anymore.
🗨️ A cute little Seokjin fic 🥰
⭐The IKEA Test by @yoon-bug [9.1K]
// ksj x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰😂
📝 One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.
🗨️ Their banter and all the sexual innuendos are damn hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed this very much 💜
I’m really sad that I didn’t get to read more Seokjin fics 😭 I have a lot on my ‘to read’ list, so I’ll share some that I’m really excited to read when i have more time (and I know they’ll be great because they are written by amazing people!) ✨
‘To read’ list ⬇️
Fast Lane by @yminie [20.6K]
Cherry Topper by @kth1 [17.6K]
Final Sleigh by @floralseokjin [23.3K]
Stuck with you by @taleasnewastime [29.6K]
Small Tuna Fish by @floralseokjin [17.1K]
Off Limits by @floralseokjin [series; completed]
Raspberry truffles by @gukyi [5K]
Christmas Warfare by @gimmethatagustd [14.5K]
9 Months to Fall in Love by @floralseokjin [series; completed]
Redamancy by @jeonggukingdom [7.1K]
Sunday by @here2bbtstrash [5K]
Serve Me by @chateautae [16K]
Meet Me at the Bar by @eoieopda [7.5K]
Internal Conflicts by @yoongiofmine [series; completed]
Forever by @oddinary4bts [25.2K]
Thank you, Daddy by @ktheist [19K]
The Devil Wears Armani by @floralseokjin [series; completed]
Glazed & Dazed by @floralseokjin [30.3K]
Wet & Wild by @jamaisjoons [10K]
Warm this Winter by @jamaisjoons [51.6K]
Peach Parfait by @jamaisjoons [series; completed]
Borderlines by @jamaisjoons [series; ongoing]
All I Don’t Want for Christmas is You! by @minisugakoobies [23.7K]
Cupid’s on Holiday by @persphonesorchid [17K]
Don’t Go Baking my Heart by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids [14.7K]
Platonic by @joheunsaram [series; completed??]
Last November by @kithtaehyung [24.7K]
Sit. Stay. by @daechwitatamic [14K]
Turn Back Time by @raplinesmoon [13.3K]
Made-up Love Song by @floralseokjin [series; completed]
Lost and Found by @taleasnewastime [21.2K]
I’m so sorry that I didn’t get to read more! 😭 Life happened, and yeah. But all of these wonderful fics on my list sound so incredibly good and I really look forward to reading them and give them a lovely review 💜
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEOKJIN!!! 💜 🥳 🎂
#bts fic recs#bts fic#bts fics#bts imagine#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts x female reader#bts x you#bts x y/n#bts x reader#bts x reader smut#bangtan x you#bangtan x reader#bangtan smut#bangtan fanfic#bangtan fic#seokjin fluff#seokjin angst#seokjin smut#kim seokjin#seokjin#seokjin x reader#seokjin x y/n#seokjin x you#seokjin x oc#jin x reader#jin fanfic#jin smut#bts jin#jin x you
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↳ Index [Snippet #47 - Quiet]
"When you and Jungkook have to be quiet because you are at his parents' house."
Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, Smut
Warnings: toothrotting fluff, so much domestic loveliness, they're so married y'all, they're so annoying <3, sharing of his small childhood bed, a very mild fight about how little space they have (it's more marital bickering), naked cuddling, Koo gets horny from it, switch!Kook, switch!reader, he is so hot besties, like he such a safe Dom omfg, also a total cutie once he gets subby, good girl kink, good boy kink, having to stay quiet, making out, needy touches, nipple & breast sucking, nipple play, finger sucking, gentle choking (m.receiving), Koo has sensitive nipples, hair pulling, oral (f.receiving), pussy fingering, tiny spit kink, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he treats her so well after making her cum with his mouth, the smallest strength kink, cowgirl position where he is sitting, loving dirty talk, he cries cause he loves her so much!, he keeps that he loves her as she rides him <3, creampies, some cute lil mess ups during sex <3, sweet aftercare, this is so wholesome and hot and cute, they're in love :(
Wordcount: 9.2k
a/n: this is inspired by anonie's idea 🧡 i'm so fucking obsessed with this couple and most importantly, with this Kook. you guys have no idea how much FUN i always have when i write for them :8 he is such a cutie and i need my future husband to be like him istfg have fun besties ily 🧡
You and Jungkook normally book a hotel room close by when you visit his parents. It is easier and more comfortable that way. However, this time around, the visit was quite spontaneous and your go-to-hotel was fully booked.
“No worries, you can stay with us”, his father assured you on the phone before calling over his wife to talk as well.
“Just tell us what you’ll eat for breakfast and I’ll pop right down to the store to get it”, she instantly said and then proceeded to ask if you and Jungkook were eating enough (you assured her that you were).
And so you agreed. Just a little shy about it, you agreed.
Jungkook’s childhood home was small yet homely. It was located at the border of where country life meets suburban life. A grocery store, drugstore and hardware store were close by, as well as the hotel you always stay at. The roads were well taken care of, but were never busy enough to be of annoyance volume-wise. The neighbours were also very nice and welcoming. The house had a good garden surrounding it and a shed his father uses as his man cave where he always works on his cars and bikes. There was only one floor and Jungkook’s bedroom was closest to the bathroom and office. His parents’ bedroom was on the opposite side of the hallway two doors down.
They welcomed you with loud voices and happy smiles, taking their son into their arms as tightly as they could.
They weren’t good parents when he was young, but you can see that they are really trying these days. You like that. He might not have had parents in his childhood, but at least in his adulthood he can.
They even sat down with him and apologised, which not many parents ever do. You know that it meant the world to Jungkook even if he always pretended that he didn't need his parents. Deep down, everyone needs their parents. So to know that your Jungkookie could hear the apology he needed and witness their growth really means the world to you. He deserves it, your love.
Like always, his mother drags you inside for food after hugging you as well. She chats and babbles excitedly, holding you and Jungkook by your arms. She is walking with a skip in her steps, looking oh so happy to have you with them. His father follows with the suitcases.
You left Bam with your parents for the weekend because the drive would have been too long for him. He will be happy and well taken care of, so you don’t worry too much.
Not that this stops his parents from asking for all the updates and pictures. For the majority of dinner, you have to tell them everything about Bam with pictures included of course. It meant a lot to you because Bam feels like your baby to you.
One thing you really like about his parents (and yours) is how they never pressured you to have children. They asked of course and tried to change your minds a few times, but when they finally realised that you and Jungkook truly don’t want to have children, they accepted it without any sort of retaliation. These days, they treat Bam like their grandson, cooing about your little fur baby as if it was your real son.
The hours after dinner are spent taking walks in the nearby forest and exchanging life stories and laughter. After the walk, Jungkook’s dad kidnaps him to the shed so they could tinker on bikes together, while his mother asks if you wanted to knit. You agreed and so you sat on the back porch in your rocking chairs as you each knitted something for your husbands.
The sun has already set when Jungkook and his dad join you as well.
“What are you making?” Jungkook asks, caressing the crown of your head.
“I don’t know. I tried making a bunny, but it looks like roadkill. It’s supposed to be for you, but it’s ugly. Sorry.”
Jungkook laughs, leaning down to peck your cheek.
“It’s not ugly. It’s unique. Thank you, my love”, he says and looks at his mom, “what are you making, eomma?”
“Just a scarf for appa. He is always cold in winter.”
“I am. It’s because winter is cold.”
She laughs. He grins.
He looks a little like Jungkook when he grins like that. It kind of makes sense that Jungkook is always trying to make you laugh. He must have learned from his father, because that man constantly tries to crack jokes to get his wife to laugh. It works most of the times.
“Oh jagi, you are too silly”, she says and stands up, “is it time for the bath already?”
“It is. Do you want wine?”
“Yes, that would be wonderful.”
They are conversing as they leave for inside. Apparently his parents share baths most nights.
Jungkook sits down on his mother’s rocking chair, running his eyes over the view.
“Did you have a good time with your dad?”
“Yeah. I did.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Did you have a good time with eomma too?”
Jungkook grew up bilingual. So he told you very early in your relationship and that he is fluent in both languages, just as his parents are. When Jungkook is alone with his parents, he speaks Korean with them. When you are with them as well, they switch into your shared language so you wouldn’t feel left out. Small phrases and words still transcend languages however. You think that it is wonderful.
“I did have fun yeah. Except for my roadkill bunny.”
Jungkook laughs, “it doesn’t even look that bad. I don’t know what you’re on about.”
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know, knitting’s hard.”
“Yeah, I never figured it out. Stuff’s too complicated”, Jungkook says and sighs deeply, sinking deeper into the chair, “yeah, that’s the good life. Crickets, a chilly night, the smell of hay and my beautiful wifey by my side.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“Mhm”, he hums, “wanna have a beer?”
“No thank you. I’m not in the mood for alcohol.”
“Okay, yeah I’m not taking one either then.”
“You can if you want to. I’m not stopping you.”
“No, no I’m good. I only would have taken one if you did. But it’s good, I’ve got everything I need right now”, he says and stretches his legs out.
You and Jungkook stay outside until it is time to say goodnight. His parents are in their bedroom watching telly when you and Jungkook officially go back inside.
Jungkook knocks on their doorframe.
They look at him and you standing in the door.
“Yes?”
“We’re gonna go to sleep now. Good night, eomma and appa”, Jungkook says.
“Good night, my son”, his father says.
“Sleep tight, my boy”, his mother says, “and you too, my daughter.”
“Thank you, sleep tight eomma and appa”, you say to which his father tells you to have a good night.
“I’m closing your door already, yeah?” Jungkook says.
“Thank you.”
The door closes with a soft click. Jungkook looks at you and smiles, placing his arm around your waist so he can pull you in for a temple kiss.
“It means a lot that you call them like this.”
“You’re sweet, my love”, you say and lean into him.
“I’m serious. I don’t have a lot of connection to my parents’ heritage, but it’s the little stuff like calling them eomma and appa or sharing traditional food which means a lot to me. I feel really loved by you when you participate as well.”
You smile, stealing a kiss.
“I love you, you know?”
“I love you too”, Jungkook says and kisses your cheek, “also, I’m calling dips on the bathroom. Bye”, he says quickly and runs off.
“Hey, not cool. I wasn’t ready”, you call after him, but he merely snickers and disappears in the bathroom.
You wait in the living room for him to finish, watching some random show on the telly. It’s a stupid show, but still entertaining. You even find yourself snickering at some parts.
“Sweetie, the bathroom’s free now”, Jungkook announces himself once he finished his night routine. He is currently walking to the water dispenser on the kitchen counter for a glass of water.
“Nice. Finally”, you say, turning off the show to hurry to the bathroom as well.
He left the door closed so you would have it toasty. He really loves you, doesn’t he? He hates leaving the door closed because of potential mould, but for you he did. You would marry this man again and again if it was legally possible.
He isn’t in the living room once you finish your night routine and his closed bedroom door lets you know that he is already cozied up there.
After getting yourself a glass of water as well, you go to the bedroom.
You close the door and lock it. Jungkook is looking at you over the brim of his glasses, cocking his brow up in question.
“I feel better like this. At least we have a little bit of privacy this way”, you explain.
He nods in acknowledgement and looks back into his phone.
You love how the bedside lamp illuminates his features. He is such a beautiful person.
“You’re so handsome, my sweetheart”, you tell him, watching in delight as his face lights up.
“Thanks yeah”, he murmurs, wiggling his feet under the blanket.
Now feeling good, you make your way to his childhood bed. This weekend is going to be very interesting. Because it is a bed once meant to house a small preteen Jungkook, it is sized accordingly. It is going to be very interesting to share it now that you were both grown adults. You can already feel all his sleep flinching and your sleep twitches annoying the shit out of the other.
You climb over Jungkook. He lifts his arms and watches you with confusion as you scramble over his lap.
“What are you doing?”
“I want the wall side”, you say and grunt as you try to wiggle yourself into the small gap.
Jungkook scoots over a little. Groggily if one may add that little fact.
“Yeah sure, so you can kick me out of bed in your sleep”, he complains.
“I’m not gonna kick you out. I’m a plank once I sleep, you know that.”
“No you’re not. You twitch and kick your feet.”
“Only sometimes.”
“Still. Hey, stop that. You already have enough space. I only have a third left now. That’s unfair.”
“Lies. We’re equal”, you throw back and flip to your side so you are facing him. Your back is squished against the wall. It feels cold even through your pyjamas. You don’t mind because his room is very hot and his blanket very thick.
“Tch, whatever”, Jungkook murmurs and looks back into his phone. He looks a little annoyed, but won’t act on it.
But because you were feeling like a little shit, you want to annoy him more. You poke your finger into his side.
He writhes away, pressing out a quiet “stop that.”
You do it again.
“Stop”, he whines loudly.
One last time.
Jungkook drops the phone in the blanket and looks at you.
“Stop it”, his voice is raised in pitch, his lips pouty, “it hurts, don’t do that.”
“It hurts, really?” you snicker.
“Yeah, it’s uncomfy”, he mumbles, rubbing the spot you poked.
One more time.
“Stop it”, he grabs your wrist gently, “why are you being so annoying? Stop it.”
You break into giggles, gazing up at him.
“No, don’t laugh. You’re not funny right now.”
“Gosh, I’m sorry. You looked pokeable.”
“I’m gonna poke you if you do it again”, he murmurs and picks up his phone.
You touch his waist.
“___”, he whines, sagging his shoulders in defeat.
“I wasn’t tryna to do something. I just wanted to caress you”, you whine as well and rub his side softly, “like this.”
“Yeah good. Don’t do the other thing again”, he says and relaxes.
You won’t do it again. Being an annoying little shit is only this fun before it turns into being a bad spouse. You don’t want him to lose trust in you or feel uncomfortable. So you keep rubbing his side as he scrolls on his phone. Soon, you also incorporate his stomach, drawing little circles with your palm and fingertips.
“What are you looking at?” you ask him.
Jungkook flips the phone so you could see it.
“Just funny videos. That one’s not funny, but look at that”, he switches to his likes and shows you a video of two cats fighting. There are speech bubbles appearing on screen as if the cats were talking to each other. They contain silly and funny one liners which are exactly Jungkook’s humour.
He is snickering and laughing as he shows you the video, pointing out the funniest parts by going “and now look at this” before following it up with a laugh.
You have to laugh right with him. Soon you find yourself resting your head on his chest with his arm around you and his fingers scratching your scalp mindlessly as you both look into his phone to watch funny videos. He shows you his likes and together you snicker, laugh at silly stuff or gush over talented people.
You share quality time like this until you both are starting to get sleepy.
“I think I’m gonna pass out now”, you tell him, kissing his chest, “sleep tight, baby.”
“I’m gonna pass out too. The drive really fucked with me”, Jungkook says and places his phone and glasses on the bedside table. He turns off the lamp, then rolls to his side so he could spoon you.
You snuggle back into him, intertwining hands with him.
“It was really exhausting”, you agree, “this is nice by the way. Really snuggly.”
“Mhm yeah, so snuggly”, Jungkook agrees.
This is however, when the interesting part starts to happen. The cuddling is so nice and romantic at first. To be so close and cuddle is wonderful, but then your bodies begin heating up to uncomfortable levels and you can’t do your routine of breaking apart for sleep and the cuddling becomes one annoying thing. Bickering begins. You tell him to move back, while he insists that you could scoot closer to the wall. Jungkook is annoyed about his ass feeling the edge of the mattress and you are annoyed about his hot body boiling yours. Your knees are also hurting in the current position and you can’t move them because there is no space.
“I wanna move. Can you scoot back?” you ask him.
“I can’t, my love. I told you already. I’m literally hanging off the edge already”, Jungkook answers you with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Let’s just-”, you wiggle until Jungkook has no choice but to scoot back, “do that. That’s better.”
“No it’s not. I have no space on here”, Jungkook says and scoots closer. His nose is all up in the nape of your neck this way. He is burning you alive. He is so hot, it’s insane.
“God Kook, you’re literally breathing into my fucking spine. Can you not?” you hiss just a little snappishly.
“Excuse me? I need to breathe. You’re all in my face with your stupid pyjama collar. What should I say?” he throws back and flips it with his fingers
“Hey, don’t touch it.”
“Oh my god, I’m not even doing anything”, he says and moves just a little which ends in you accidentally knocking into the wall.
“Kook, stop that.”
“What did I do now?”
“You kicked me into the wall.”
“You wanted the wall side. I’m literally just moving, oh my god, I didn’t kick you.”
“Yeah you did. You went like this.”
“Hey, don’t kick me”, he says and pokes your side.
“Hey! Stop that”, you flip onto your side instantly, facing him this way.
Your breaths intermingle. Your noses brush against the other, ripping both of you back to reality enough that you just kind of freeze. The silence exists while you and Jungkook stare at where the other is hidden in darkness.
Suddenly you feel his sigh on your face.
“What are we doing? Why are we fighting?” he asks in a soft spoken voice.
“I don’t know”, you speak softly as well, “I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. Let’s not fight anymore.”
“Yeah, let’s not fight”, you say and touch his chest, “sorry again.”
“Sorry too.”
“I think I’m so irritated because it’s so hot, I’m literally dying.”
“Same. Fuck, the blanket’s grilling me and my clothes are the devil”, he says and sits up to undress.
“Are you getting naked?”
“Yeah, I can’t do clothes. Seriously.”
“Actually, that’s a good idea. I’m stealing it”, you say and sit up to get naked as well.
You and he throw your clothes onto the floor, getting under the blanket again once naked.
“I’m keeping my ass out tough”, Jungkook says
“Really? Aren’t you scared that something’s gonna poke your hole?”
“Why would something poke my hole randomly?” he is snickering.
“I don’t know. You never know, sleep paralysis demons maybe.”
“I’m sure the demon is hot, so they can poke my hole if they want to.”
You slap his chest softly.
“That’s not funny.”
“Why not?” he is snickering.
“Cause I don’t want you fucking demons.”
“Not even if you could watch? Imagine waking up to me getting railed by a sexy, hot demon.”
“You’re not funny”, you murmur and huff out air.
“Are you jealous?”
“Yes.”
“Aww sweetie, don’t be. It’s just my sleep paralysis demon.”
“God, I regret this stupid joke. Whatever, good night I guess”, you say and turn your back to him.
Jungkook touches your waist instantly, whispering your name.
“What?”
“Don’t be jealous. You’re the only one I want poking my hole.”
You snort. He chuckles.
“Yeah good, whatever I guess.”
Jungkook trails soft kisses up your spine until he can kiss your shoulder. His arm is over your waist again.
“You know that you’re the only one, don’t you?” he whispers.
“Yeah, I do. Still, thank you for saying that”, you say.
Now reassured that you aren’t feeling insecure anymore, Jungkook relaxes into the pillow. His chest is pressed into your back, your butt is snug with his crotch.
“Can you feel my dick like this?”
“I can yeah.”
“Okay, good to know.”
You chuckle, “you’re a goof.”
Silence overcomes you and him afterwards. Sharing the small bed doesn’t feel awful anymore. Truly, getting naked took a lot of that heat away. Quite frankly, now you are glad that he is keeping you warm because the room finally feels chilly.
You could fall asleep like this and you probably would have if Jungkook hadn’t called your attention again.
“___?”
“Mhm?”
“Are you still awake?”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s only been a few.”
“Right yeah. Hey uhm”, he dances his hand over your waist and hip. You know exactly what this touch means, “I’m a little horny.”
“I know, your touch says enough.”
He kneads your thigh.
“Yeah well, you’re naked and soft, so yeah.”
“And we’re in the smallest bed ever.”
“I’ll be careful.”
“Quiet too?”
Jungkook doesn’t have an answer instantly and so you flip to your other side so you were facing him. You run your fingers up and down his pecs, drawing circles around his pierced nipples.
He shivers and shudders like crazy, sighing the softest moan.
“Mhm? Are you gonna manage to be quiet?” you stress.
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“Because I know you. You’re a whiny baby when my wet, soft pussy fucks your cock just right.”
“___, jesus fuck”, he gets out and squirms, pressing his legs together, “don’t say that, I’m gonna leak on the sheets.”
You chuckle, “I’m just stating the obvious. You’re not gonna be able to be quiet. Sorry Kookie, but because of this I can’t give you what you want.”
You flip to your other side, grinning to yourself when Jungkook grabs your hip desperately.
“___ baby…please”, he begs in a breathy voice and his thumb drawing swirls on your skin.
If you were being honest, you had been feeling a little horny yourself before Jungkook confessed. You are very down to mingle, but getting him to beg some more is way too much fun not to do it. He is so delicious when he is desperate.
“Sorry, the risk is too high.”
Jungkook lets out a dramatic little sob, following it up with a whiney “pleaseee” and his cheek rubbing against your shoulder. He is such a cutie.
“You can’t sway me. My decision is final”, you coo, grinning to yourself.
“Please, baby. I’ll be so, so quiet”, he pleads and begins kissing your neck.
It tingles, sending electricity to your core. You press into him, parting your lips in a silent gasp.
“Please baby, please I’ll be quiet”, Jungkook begs between kisses, upping the game by cradling your right breast in his strong hand. He kneads and massages it gently, rubbing his thumb over your nipple every chance he gets.
“Behave, Kook”, you sigh.
Jungkook purrs quietly, flicking his tongue over the piercings on your ear. He makes sure that it brushes your skin as well so you could feel the tongue he could put to good use.
“Please? I’ve been such a good boy today.”
A fond smile curls your lips.
“Have you?”
“Yeah, so good. Such a good boy. I filled up the gas for you when you went to pee, remember?”
“Mhm, I do remember.”
“And I let you squeeze my butt at the red light.”
“You did let me, yeah.”
“I was a good boy, please”, he begs and gives your nipple an especially good massage, “please can I have a reward, please?”
“Fine, fuck you’re too good”, you give up because you can’t deny him when he is hitting you with The Good Boy. He is too powerful and the goodest boy. You couldn’t possibly deny him.
“Thank you, god I’m gonna fuck you so good”, Jungkook says and rolls you to your back as best as the small bed allows.
His tits are pressing into your arm like this. Fuck, they are so huge. All this working out he is doing really pays off because his tits are gorgeous.
Jungkook pecks your lips before paying attention to your jawline instead. He runs his tattooed hand all over your torso and legs, reminding your skin why his touch will always be the best.
You enjoy the attention with closed eyes and your fingers feeling up his tits as best as possible. So squishy and soft when relaxed, but so hard and strong when flexed. Fuck, he could smother you with them and you would thank him.
“You really want this, don’t you? I’m not forcing you?” he makes sure in a whisper and his gentle fingers caressing your waist.
“Yes Kook, I want this. Just wanted to make you work for it.”
“Wah baby, so mean” he gasps.
You snicker.
“No, don’t laugh. Do you have any idea how awful blue balls are? I was fighting for my life and you were just being a tease? Wah so mean.”
You giggle, hooking your fingers behind his neck.
“I wasn’t being mean.”
“Yeah, you were. God, come here you”, he says and begins nibbling on your jawline, “I’ll eat you up, you tease.”
You laugh and squeak, scrunching your face in happiness. It tickles, but in a good way. A tingly way.
Jungkook hums, smiling against your skin. He loves hearing you laugh.
“Such a tease. My baby’s such a fucking tease”, he purrs, moving his lips to the most sensitive part of your neck while his tattooed, strong hand feels up your waist and hips.
You sigh, melting in his hands. You are still hot, but it feels nice. He is getting you all heated up and bothered. You love being like this because of him, breathing heavier because it is so exciting.
“Mhm? You’re a fucking tease. Making me beg and driving me crazy that way. Fuck”, he moans softly, squeezing your thigh. He slides his hand to your inner thigh afterwards, sending electricity through your veins.
You open your legs further, feeling heat pool where you need him most.
“I’m gonna eat you up”, he rasps and takes your earlobe between his teeth to tug on it gently.
“Kook, fuck”, you get out breathily, arching your back.
“And out”, he whispers, “get it? Gonna eat you up and out.”
“That’s not funny”, you whine, but laugh.
“Yeah it is, you’re laughing”, he snickers.
“Cause you’re silly, you goof.”
He smiles and kisses your cheek, pressing himself closer until his semi hard cock rubs against the side of your leg. He humps it slowly, feeling up your inner thighs with more vigor.
“I need you so bad, babygirl. I need you so fucking bad.”
“Take me. Please”, you beg in a sigh, feeling excitement leak out of you. You are aching. You need him to act soon or else you are going to be the one not staying quiet.
Jungkook presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers a needy curse, before finally breaking away from you to disappear under the blanket.
You feel him grab your hips and fix your position, opening your legs willingly. His head is hidden under the blanket, his strong hands hold your hips. His lips kiss down your inner thighs.
“My babygirl, my fucking queen, my everything”, he whispers and finally, fucking finally, you feel his wet, hot tongue against your pussy.
“Kook”, you get out at a normal volume before you remember where you are, “shit, sorry.”
“Ssh quiet, baby”, he is teasing, smiling against you, “you gotta be quiet.”
“Fuck…” you croak and throw your arm over your eyes, “ah, fuck. God, Kook.”
Jungkook chuckles, burying his mouth back in your pussy again to lap up the sweetness you offer him gladly. He purrs and hums, making it even harder for you to stay quiet.
But this is his plan. You want to tease him for being loud? You dare to call him a whiny baby? He is going to show you how easily he can make you struggle with your volume. The only whiney baby is going to be you and he is going to fucking make you shake on his tongue.
“You’ve got the best pussy”, he says and slurps deliciously, “the fucking best. You’re so sweet, so fucking sweet”, he adds between his hungry slurping. He rests two of his fingers against your pussy, wetting them with eager licks as he worships your clit. Once his digits are wet and slickened, he pushes them inside, forcing shakes through your legs.
“Hmhmn”, you let out, trying so so hard to keep your mouth shut. It’s difficult. His fingers are your ruin.
He has the longest fingers ever. You always forget how long they are until you have them inside you to his knuckles with your body feeling as if it is being consumed by electric flames.
“Kook”, you croak, arching your back as your fingers close around a bundle of his hair.
Jungkook purrs against you, flicking his tongue over your clit messily while his long digits fuck your puffy hole. Your walls are throbbing around him, your g-spot is swelling more and more. Jungkook fucks it out of hiding with how good he fingers your pretty pussy. Good. That’s what he wants. He needs you blissed out.
“Like it? You’re shaking”, he lulls against your clit, licking her eagerly afterwards.
“Like it”, you mewl, wiggling on the sheets before deciding to arch your back again.
“Mhhhm baby”, he lets you really feel his purr, taking your clit between his lips to give her a good, long suck. And as he sucks on your bundle of nerves, he drags his slickened tongue over it in languid, long strokes. He is making the slowest love to your clit, while his long fingers fuck your pussy as if anger motivated them.
The contrast is sending you into a frenzy. Out of all the places he could pick to give you the hottest head ever, he chooses his childhood bed. Where you can’t be loud, where you can’t chant his name and where the biggest torture is how you have to hold back. He is driving you fucking mad.
You mewl and keen, sounding so obviously pained by how quiet you have to be.
Jungkook breaks away from your clit with a nasty slurp, reappearing from the blanket as he sits up just a little. He has a plan and he needs to sit for it. He turns his hand palm-way up and begins drilling his digits into you quickly, keeping his fingers curled so they would stroke your sensitive spot every single fucking pump.
“Koo-” you throw your hand over your mouth, whimpering into it loudly as your legs shake out of control.
Your pussy sounds so wet. The fuck is so rough in the best way.
“That’s good, isn’t it?” he taunts, staring into the darkness with blown out pupils. He can feel you shake and squirm. He just knows you are covering your own mouth.
“Mhh mhmh ngmh.”
“Yeah it’s good. Keep staying quiet, baby”, he teases and spits on your pussy. He slips his other hand to it so he could rub your clit with his spit as sinful lube. Quick and skilled. The shakes course through your entire body, he has you fucking burning up.
“Mhm! Ahmgm!” you scream with a closed mouth, arching off the mattress so aggressively his entire bed croaks in protest.
You drop in embarrassment, dragging your hand from your mouth.
“Please stop”, you beg squeakily, grasping his wrist to try and stop him. You can’t, destined to tremble uncontrollably as he ruins you with just his fingers.
“Hurts?”
“No, too hard…stay…quiet pl-please.”
“Who’s the whiny baby now, mhm?”
Your mind scrambles, your legs shake. Fuck, you’re leaking like a fucking faucet on his fingers. He is so mean. It’s getting you off so well.
“You’re so mean”, you mewl and throw your hand over your mouth again to muffle your needy moans.
“The fucking meanest”, Jungkook hisses and lowers his head to your pussy to lick your clit as quickly as his skilled tongue can go. He keeps you spread apart with his fingers so he can reach the best parts. All while he still drills your pussy as if she had a debt to pay.
You grab his hair and twist. Jungkook growls from the tug, furrowing his brows.
“Koo-” is all you get out and then you have to press your hand to your mouth. No more arm over your eyes, you need to silence yourself because Jungkook is making you climax as if you never climaxed before and you could fucking scream.
Jungkook moans into your pussy, keeping his fingers deep inside and moving as you cum all over his pretty face. He had a feeling that your hair grab meant he is making you lose control. Now that it’s his sweet reality, he is hellbent on making it the best fucking experience of your life. That most difficult one as well because he knows for a fact that you want to scream his name, but can’t.
He is so painfully hard because of it. His pretty, perfect wife mewling so painfully tortured just because she can’t scream his name. Jungkook wants to change your life with this orgasm. Holy fuck, he is so into you.
“Stop please”, you soon beg, tugging at his hair in a way that lets him know you’ve had enough.
Jungkook breaks away from your well fucked pussy, kissing his way up your torso. He makes sure to worship every inch of it, using his hands to give you soothing touches. That he spreads your mess this way, neither of you care about.
He finds his home between your legs naturally. The leaky tip of his hard cock rubs over your pussy and lower tummy, but isn’t of importance for now.
Jungkook lingers on your chest a little longer, massaging and kissing your breasts with soft moans at the back of his throat. He sucks and licks your nipples, while between your legs his cock is twitching oh so needily against your tummy.
Jungkook only moves on to worshiping your neck once your nipples are pulsating in sensitivity.
“My good girl”, he whispers, following it up with kisses on each side of your neck. Even your throat he worships, going especially gentle because he knows it’s a vulnerable spot for you.
“Koo”, you sigh, following it up with an exhausted huff of air.
He kisses his way up to your face, adoring every inch of it while his fingers run along your hairline and ears.
“My good, pretty girl”, he whispers sweetly, “how was that, babygirl?”
“Good”, you lull, melting in his safe hands.
“That’s good to hear”, he kisses your heated cheek.
“You were mean.”
He smiles against you, “I was?”
You nod your head, “I wanted to be quiet but you acted like that.”
Jungkook chuckles and kisses your lips mid-smile. He tugs on your lower lip gently, still smiling like a lovedrunk puppy.
“I didn’t even do anything.”
“Yeah, you did. You acted like that on purpose.”
“Mhm”, another slow, obsessed kiss followed with a suck on your lower lip, “had a point to prove.”
“Koo, you’re mean.”
“Mhm yeah”, he agrees and tongue kisses you slowly as his fingers caress your temples. He breaks the kiss with his tongue tracing your lips, “I love your pussy so much. You got me obsessed, babygirl.”
“Mhm Koo…” you mewl and squirm under him happily.
“Fuck.”
Jungkook’s whispered curse swirls against your lips. You know its origin without needing to ask. His cock is so hard, rubbing against your stomach and your squirming made him aware of how unfucked he still is.
“Do you want me to return the favour?”
His cock twitches, his fingers close a little around your face.
“You wanna suck my cock?” his voice trembled as he asked, his lips nib on yours hungrily afterwards.
“Suck your cock, lick your balls, eat your ass. You name it.”
He smiles against your lips, letting out a raspy chuckle.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me with your words one day. Fuck”, he bites your lower lip gently, “I’m fucking crazy for you. Can I just stick it in? Please?”
“Yeah, stick it in.”
“I love you, thank you”, he says and reaches over to turn on the light.
You groan in the sudden brightness, squinting your eyes at him. His face is flushed, his pupils dilated, his dark hair messy. You feel yourself falling for him again and again.
“Is that okay for you? Wanna see my beautiful woman when I fuck her.”
“Aww Kook, you’re so sweet. Course it’s okay. Com’ere you.”
“Okay wait, gotta go slow. The space is small”, Jungkook says and begins his grande adventure of fixing himself atop of you.
He manages after a few bumps against the wall with his elbows.
“Okay, okay I got it. Got it”, he says and places his hands on the pillow above your head.
He meets your eyes and grins. You retort it.
“Ready?”
You nod your head, running your hands down his torso so you could push his cock inside.
“Want you like crazy, babyboy”, you rasp.
“Babyboy?” he is stifling a laugh, tingling like crazy because you are dragging his tip through your wet folds. It feels crazy good.
“Mh-hm, babyboy. Fits you ‘cause you’re cute.”
“I’m not cute.”
“Right. You’re so cool”, you are teasing him, stealing him of his whiney complaint by sinking his cock into you.
“Holy fuck, ___”, he drops his face into the crook of your neck and groans. Thankfully his lips are pressed to your skin because otherwise his noise would have echoed through the entire house.
You grab his buttocks, moving his hips this way.
“Fuck, baby”, he moans, slamming his hand onto the headboard just to drag it down in desperation. Another loud groan tickles your neck, his fingers close around the crown of your head. His arms tense.
“Quiet baby, you’re being too loud”, you coo.
“Quiet, yeah, quiet. Ah fuck, gotta be quiet urgh mhhmhm.”
“That’s it. Gotta be quiet”, you sigh and do the unthinkable crime of sliding your fingers between his buttocks just to rub his hole.
“Fu-”, Jungkook stops himself, sucking on your neck instead. He whimpers cutely as he does it, gripping the edge of the pillow.
“See? Told you, someone gonna poke your hole tonight “
“Fuck, shut up just- why are you so calm? A-ah you have me ahm, ah, fucking ah oh god, can’t talk. Oh god”, he stutters and retorts to whimpering softly and panting for air.
“You’re cute”, you snicker and sigh just for his hearing pleasure, “such a good boy too. Such a good boy”
“Fuck, baby…”
He begins chasing you, speeding up because you’ve got him desperate. He thrusts into you harshly.
Bang!
“Ah, ouchies my head.”
You open your eyes.
“What happened?” you gasp, sliding your hands to his hips.
“I banged my head on this stupid headboard”, he sits back on his heels and hits the headboard softly. He pouts, rubbing his aching head. He slipped out like this, but neither of you mind as his aching head is more important right now.
“Oh god, are you okay?” you laugh, sitting up to cup his head and rub the spot he hit.
“No, I’m not. Hurts”, he mumbles, “stupid shit, ruined the entire flow. I was picking up such a good rhythm too. Stupid.”
“God, come here you”, you say and tilt his head so you could press a kiss to the sore spot, “did that help?”
“Yeah, thanks”, he says with a little pout still present.
You trace it with your thumb, gazing at him.
“I’ve got an idea. Switch with me real quick.”
“Okay?”
“Trust me.”
“I am. Okay fine, teamwork come on.”
You and he make it work. How it happened is a mystery of the universe, but you managed.
“And now?” he asks, sitting where you once sat.
“Now, lean back and relax”, you say and push at his strong chest until his back collides with the headboard.
You climb his lap and sink down on him.
“Baby, oh god”, he croaks, looking up at you with droopy eyes. He places his hands on your hips, giving them a needy squeeze.
“There we go. Right where you’re supposed to be.”
You begin moving instantly, bouncing up and down on his cock with a swirl in your hips. Jungkook parts his lips in a silent moan, arching his back. You know that if you were in the privacy of your own home, he would be noisy as fuck right now. But the only thing noisy is your wet pussy getting stuffed with his perfect cock and his childhood bed croaking from the movement.
“How’s that baby?” you ask him, feeling out of breath because it feels so good to ride him. His groin keeps grinding against your clit, his cock hits all the best spots.
“Fucking heaven…ah, god ah, baby don’t stop”, he sighs, parting his lips to let small moans escape.
“It’s safer too. Can’t have my man bang his head again”, you say as you ruffle his hair with both hands.
He grins goofily, letting his head sort of droop as you completely turn him into puddy under you.
You giggle and cradle his head against your chest, closing your eyes. He hugs you back, throbbing deep inside you.
“You feel so good, oh god”, Jungkook moans into you, grasping you tightly.
“You too, my love…so good…you’ve got the best cock. Fucking love it so much.”
“Holy shit, please don’t stop. It’s so intense, ah god.”
“So good, baby. So good.”
“I love you so much, oh god. Love you, lo-love you s-so much.”
“I love you too, Kookie.”
“I love you, ah ___, I love…love you.”
“I love you too, baby. So much.”
Jungkook is a romantic. It has always been that way and will always stay this way. He is a total, soft and proud romantic. You notice it in day to day life in the little things he does or says. And then, when the sex hits the right spot on his heart, it practically bursts out of him. It isn’t rare that your husband ends up chanting the breathiest, neediest confessions of love when you and he are connecting. Tonight seems to hit the right spot for him. He just can’t stop saying it. It spills out of him with each movement, filling your heart with so much love for him.
You hug him closer, slowing down your bounces until you are only rocking back and forth on him.
Jungkook whimpers into your chest, lifting his head just so he can nuzzle into your neck.
“I love you so much”, he breathes out, shuddering uncontrollably.
“I love you too, baby.”
“Oh god, this feels so good.”
“Yeah, feels amazing”, you sigh, playing with his soft hair.
You understand why it is getting to him. You are so close. Your chests are melted together, you can feel the other’s racing pulse, your skins share one warmth and your noses are filled with the other’s scent. You are so close and connected, feeling even more intertwined through the deep, slow movements of your hips.
Jungkook slides his hands under your buttocks and lifts you just enough that he can sit cross legged and deepen the connection even further. He hits his knee on the wall as he tries to change it, mumbling a low “ouch” into your shoulder.
“Did you just hit your knee?”
“Yeah, there’s no space. Just ignore it, it’s fine”, he jokes, making you snicker just as he makes you moan because he sinks you back onto his cock.
“Fuck, Kook.”
“Good?”
“We’re so close, it’s insane”, you croak and press him closer, rocking your hips back and forth needily. He is grinding against your clit, it feels so good. No words can describe how good he feels.
“I know. I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Jungkook cradles you in his strong arms and sobs softly against your neck.
“I love you…”
“I love you too…”
From what you have learned, Jungkook needs you to say it back every time when he is in that headspace. No matter how often, how many variations, how loud or quiet, you need to say it back otherwise he gets so, so sad. The three most wonderful words are so, so much more important to him when he is in this headspace and they are also, quite frankly, the hottest dirty talk you could give him. No other words, no matter how nasty and dirty, could get his cock as hard and leaky as your confession of love could get him in those moments.
And oh how hard and leaky he is. How he is throbbing and twitching and filling you up. How his legs are shaking under you.
You lift your head from his neck to breathe, using the moment to litter his shoulder with kisses. He has such a pretty birthmark on it. You love to kiss it. He is yours, every inch of him, every birthmark and scar, every single inch of him is yours. Yours to love, to cherish, treat well and kiss. You could honestly eat him up.
Now aware of your changed position, Jungkook lifts his head as well, meeting your eyes. He is making the biggest, sparkliest doe eyes at you, looking so so in love.
“I love you”, he whispers shakily.
“I love you too”, you whisper back, cradling his cheeks, “mine, you’re all mine.”
“Yours, so yours” he agrees as the galaxies in his big brown eyes practically turn into countless little hearts.
“Mhm, yeah. Mine”, you sigh, swiping your palm down his cheek until you have his throat under it. You close your fingers around his neck without applying pressure. Your other hand still cradles his cheek.
Jungkook moans.
“Quiet, baby.”
“Sorry, oh god it’s so hard”, he whispers and parts his lips to gasp repeatedly.
“Mhhm Kook”, you purr, “mine. I love you so much, sweetheart”, you lull and apply just a little pressure. Not enough to make him dizzy, just enough to let him know you’ve got him.
Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, grasping your waist desperately. His cock twitches deep inside you, his thighs tense under you. You are seriously ruining him. You are.
“Good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise, tracing his pierced lip. Not for long because then you already have Jungkook opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue.
You drag your fingers up his soft muscle, feeling tingles deep inside you. This is so hot.
Jungkook sighs and closes his mouth around your digits, sucking on them with pouty lips and big doe eyes. You can feel how his neck tenses from the movement and how much faster his pulse becomes.
“You’re so hot, holy fuck”, you croak, lifting yourself off his cock so you could command him to stretch out his legs.
He follows, getting rewarded with your pussy and your eager hips dancing on his needy cock. You are on your knees for it, using the bounce of his mattress to your advantage to ride him as if it is the last time you ever will. He moans around your fingers, furrowing his brows in utter bliss.
“Quiet baby, be quiet”, you gasp out, feeling breathless from pleasure. His throat under your hand, his mouth on your fingers and his cock deep inside while his strong hands knead your waist and hips. Yeah, it can’t get any better than that. You are fucking obsessed.
Jungkook mewls and keens. You slip your fingers out, resulting in his spit to cover his chin.
“Quiet, come on.”
“It’s, it’s so ah ha-hard. A-ah.”
“Quiet, baby. Just be quiet, it’s easy’, you order, slamming your hips down on him repeatedly. And to make matters worse, you put your slickened, greedy fingers on his left nipple to massage it eagerly. You abandon his neck to lick your other hand and use it to massage his right nipple as well. You twist and pinch, tug and rub, play with his piercings and trace his very tip. You know exactly what drives your husband crazy and you are hellbent on showing him all your tricks.
“Stop please”, Jungkook begs, arching his back, “stop please stop”, he pleads.
“Hurts?”
He shakes his head, “too hard, please.”
“You can do it, baby. Just be quiet, it’s easy.”
“Ah god, ah, aaah” Jungkook mewls and throws his head back, grasping your waist with such desperation he brings it in just a little. He is kicking the sheets as best as possible, curling his tongue in his agape mouth.
That’s where you want him. That’s his best look. You take his swollen nipples between your fingers and rub them in sideways motions.
His abs tense, his huge pecs throb and tighten, his arms bulge as well. You are hitting the right fucking spots and his body reacts in the sexiest of ways.
“Ahng”, Jungkook silences himself by throwing his hand over his own mouth. He scrunches his face, whimpering behind his hand.
“Holy fuck, this is so hot. That’s it, keep quiet. Good boy. Fuck, I love you.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes back and squeezes them shut. He sobs your name. You can feel it before you see it on his face. This was too much for him. You are making him climax. Deep, deep inside you and with days worth of hot, creamy cum he is shooting into you, bruising your waist in the process and biting down on his own palm just to stop himself from screaming your name. Tears run down his cheeks, he is arching his back even more. Yeah, you’ve really got him good.
You help him ride it out with a fluttering heart, giving him the best kind of afterglow by cupping his face and pulling it in for kisses all while your hips rock back and forth on his still hard cock.
Jungkook drops into your hands, feeling so far away and yet so, so close to you. His cock is sensitive, but it doesn’t hurt. It is just warm, wet and safe. He is so safe when he is inside you. Your pussy feels so good. Every ridge, hill, crevice and inch. Only you feel this good. Only you. And only you can make him feel this way.
“I love you”, Jungkook gets out shakily, dripping tears from the tip of his perfect nose. You tilt his head up and kiss the tears away.
“I love you too, Kookie. How is my hubby love doing? Comfy?”
“Yes comfy”, his voice is just a little higher in pitch, “feels so good.”
“Yeah, feels amazing. You did such a good job filling me up like this. Making me yours and all. I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too, oh god”, Jungkook opens his eyes, sniffling with shaking shoulders.
“Good?”
He nods his head vigorously, cradling your cheeks.
“I just love you so much”, he squeaks and rolls his hips up slowly, meeting your movements as best as possible.
“Yes love you too”, you sigh, “oh”, your eyes go just a little out of focus, “oh Kook, there.”
“There? Do you like this?” he asks repeating his movements all the way down to flow, speed and angle.
“Yes, so much. Ah Kookie, you…ah feel…holy fuck, so good. Ah.”
“Quiet, baby”, he whispers, making you chuckle breathlessly.
“Yeah, fuck I get you now. Fuck mhm.”
“It’s hard, isn’t it?”
You nod your head, giving his cheeks a squeeze.
“Shit baby. Kookie, I’m close.”
His pupils dilate even more. His breathing speeds up.
“You are?”
“You feel so good”, you sigh and whimper softly, fluttering your lashes, “is hard.”
“Don’t hold back, baby. I’ve got you.”
“No, is hard to, to keep looking at you. Want to look at you as I…ah…I, I cum.”
“Baby…” Jungkook gets out and squeezes your cheeks, “fuck. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love…you…too...Kookie ah please.”
“Let go, baby. Let go. I’ve got you, baby.”
“Koo, ah”, you squeak out, falling into him as your high overtakes you.
You shake and convulse, using his shoulder to muffle your sounds as Jungkook soothes you. He is cradling your head, rubbing your back as he shushes you and whispers the sweetest love to you.
“That’s my girl. I love you cumming on my cock. That’s it. You’re doing so well. I’ve got you, babygirl. You’re such a good girl. Such a good girl, god you’re my good girl.”
Honestly, you blame him for making this orgasm as hard and intense as it is, because goddamn does it feel good to be talked through this way. Fuck, you’re climaxing just from his words. Honestly.
Jungkook makes sure to give you the best afterglow as well by squeezing your hips tighter to his body and giving your sensitive clit warm pressure. You love warm pressure after a high. The comedown is so intense but healing. And as you shudder in his arms, he is tracing your spine slowly, enjoying the moments of silence with closed eyes. You have your eyes closed as well, finding solace in his heartbeat against your chest. It is synced with yours, slowing down gradually.
You are the one to break the silence.
“So uhm, that was intense.”
“Yeah”, he sighs and sighs again, “thank you, I needed this so bad.”
“Me too, baby. Who would have thought that your tiny bed is that good to fuck in.”
Jungkook chuckles, “yeah. The creaking was a little annoying though.”
“I kinda feel like your parents must have heard something.”
“Please don’t say that, I’ll cringe to death.”
You laugh, lifting your head from his shoulder. You press a loving kiss to his lips then wipe his tear-stained cheeks.
“I genuinely tried to be quiet.”
“Me too. You didn’t make it easier. I think I nutted with my nipples, no joke.”
“I can imagine”, you snort and shimmy on his lap, “I’m starting to leak.”
“Sexy.”
“Not sexy. Wet and gooey.”
“Don’t call it that”, he laughs as he helps you slip off his cock. You leak onto his thighs, hissing in distaste.
“God, such a mess. Sorry.”
“It’s okay, let it happen.”
“Don’t wanna let it happen. It’s so messy and wet.”
“Wait, let me”, Jungkook says and reaches for his bedside table. He takes a handful of tissues, “here you go”, he says and hands them to you.
“Thanks.”
You press them to your pussy, climbing off his lap awkwardly.
“Please ignore the noises, air sometimes has its own mind”, you mumble.
“It’s okay, let it happen baby. You know how I sometimes sound after anal.”
You and he snicker in comradery. Yep, being married and comfortable is definitely amazing. Not even the most embarrassing sex noises are embarrassing when you’re together.
“You know, creampies are awesome in the moment, but afterwards? A cramp in the anus”, you say, wiping at your pussy with new tissues.
Jungkook laughs, “at least you’ve got tissues. Remember that one time we fucked in a motel only to realise we didn’t have tissues?”
You are putting on your pyjama just in case you meet his parents outside. If you were alone, you wouldn’t bother.
“And I had to use my hand to catch it? Yes baby, you laughed at me. How could I forget?”
“I only laughed because you were cute as you waddled to the bathroom.”
“Yeah sure”, you say and lean down to peck his cheek, “brb, gonna go piss real quick.”
“Mhm’kay”, Jungkook says with a goofy smile on his lips.
He is still grinning goofily when you come back, resting on his side with his eyes to the door. He is still naked, opening the blanket for you.
“Did you steal the wall side?” you ask him as you get naked again.
“I did.”
“Not cool. I claimed it.”
“And I reclaimed it.”
You roll your eyes fondly, climbing under the blanket. Jungkook wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him instantly. He drapes his leg over your hips, smooching your cheek before nuzzling into your neck.
“You feel cold”, he whispers
“The pee cooled me down.”
“Mhm, is nice”, he kisses your skin, “sleep tight, my sweetie.”
“You too, my love”, you say and turn off the light.
He wiggles and makes a small sound of contentment. He shifts his head a little.
“Psst, sweetie?”
“Yes, sweetie?” you giggle because he is a goof.
“How was it for you?”
“Amazing. I loved it.”
“Me too. Was so good”, he breathes and sighs, growing softer, “I really love you. I do. Yeah, you my baby and boo.”
“That rhymed.”
“Mhm, yeah…” he sighs and exhales deeply. He fell asleep. Of course he did.
You melt into him and drift off in his arms. Maybe sharing a small bed isn’t as terrible as you first thought it would be.
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Don't Do that- Jungkook x Reader
A/n: it's just a short drabble. I took inspiration from this youtube short I watched
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It was late, like really late when Jimin heard a knock on the door. Who would visit someone at 12:20 am?! He thought as he grabbed a nearby baseball bat and looked through the peeping whole and sighed and opened the door.
"Hi Hyung" the younger boy said.
"JEON JUNGKOOK! WHAT DID YOU DO NOW?!" Jimin asked in frustration.
"Nothing. We just argued and she threw me out. Of our own house?!" Jungkook said as he just entered and took a seat on the couch.
"But why?" Jimin asked carefully to not be pushy or interfering. To that Jungkook just shook his head with an adamant look. Jimin knew he had a better shot at you than Jungkook, but it's late, he'll just deal with this in the morning.
"Hyung?" Jungkook called
"Eh?"
"Whats with the bat?" Jungkook asked looking like a confused bunny
"I thought- never mind. Just go to sleep. Good night"
In the morning, Jungkook went to the washroom with the change of clothes he always keeps in his car for emergencies, right after Jimin came out of his morning routine and shower.
"I'll be out for the day, I have schedules" he informed the elder boy who nodded.
As soon as Jungkook left, Jimin called you up "Hey Y/n. How are you?”
"I won't let him in until he apologizes himself" you said sternly.
"But, tell me what happened?" He asked
"What happened! WHY DON'T YOU ASK THAT RASCAL WHAT HE DID! And he dared defending. Ah! I'm so angry! Ask him" you said
"Okay okay. Calm down" Jimin said
The two of you talk about other stuff and work a bit more before you hung up.
What can I do? If neither will speak? Jimin told himself and decided to not meddle.
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"Jungkook, it's been four days! You won't speak to her. You won't tell us. Do you wanna break up?" Jin asked as all the other 6 heads whipped towards him, even Yoongi's who everyone thought was asleep.
"What? No! She will talk" he said smirking "She's probably on her way right now"
"Oh my god Jungkook. Just WHAT did you do?" Namjoon asked.
Of course, everyone loved you, but god forbid when you were angry. Even Yoongi lowkey dreads an angry Y/n.
"But why DID you fight?!" Jimin asked curiosity eating him up "Tell us. By now this is a group agenda!"
As if on cue the door slammed opened and as anticipated, an angry Y/n was visible.
"Hey Y/n-ah" Jin said but you didn't pay a head.
"JEON JUNGKOOOOOOOOOOOK!" you shouted
"Yes love" he said with a smirk, now normally you'd just drop everything and hug him, you haven't seen him for four days after all, but not today!
"HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU PULL SUCH A STUNT!" you asked.
"Okay! Okay. Y/n calm down, Tae shut up" Namjoon stepped in and made you shit on a couch, Yoongi now sitting up straight.
"Take deep breaths" Namjoon demonstrated. "Yes. Just like that. Now tell us. What happened"
"He came to the apartment today, when I was in the washroom. I had made a beautiful sandwich, kept it ready to eat when I'm done showering and dressing up. This bitch ate it!" You said pointing at Jungkook.
You found his smirking and rushed with your purse "YOU. EVEN. TOOK. MY. KIMBAP. FROM. THE. FRIDGE!!!!" Hitting him with the bag with each word and finally sitting down on the chair beside.
"That's mine too! It's my house too!" Jungkook protested.
"DOESN'T MEAN YOU'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! TODAY WAS SUCH A BUSY DAY! I COULDN'T GET ANYTHING FROM THE CANTEEN BECAUSE IT'S A SATURDAY AND IT'S CLOSED. MY PHONE DIED, I COULDN'T ORDER IN AND EVERYONE WAS TOO BUSY FOR ME TO SEND SOMEONE TO GRAB SOMETHING! I'M SO HUNGRY!" You almost broke down and Jungkook looked pale. Yes, you fought, but he never meant this to happen. He immediately ran out.
"Wow" Yoongi said.
"Can you please tell me why you fought? What did Jungkookie do?" Jimin asked.
"He didn't tell you?" You asked in shock.
Right then Jungkook entered with a sandwich and a juice.
"I'm so sorry babe" he literally kneeled down in front of where you were sitting. "I am really sorry"
"He cut the matress" you said grabbing the sandwich and taking a bite, it tasted like heaven after only drinking coffee and water for the whole day
"He did what? Why?” Hobi asked in shock.
"It was big for the new bed we got, it was just a little big so I altered it. Big deal?!" He said shrugging.
Before you could say something Jin already said "Why didn't you return it and get a new one?!"
"That's exactly what I asked" you said
"It's a lot of work" Jungkook said with a bunny smile.
"You're buying a new one!" You said "And taking that one to your game room!"
"Okay, fair. But why my game room?!" He asked.
"Cause it's your fault!" You said.
"Fine" Jungkook deadpanned
"Let me help with ordering the new matress" Jimin offered.
"You threw him out for that?" Taehyung asked.
"Of course not. This idiot was arguing with me and left the house himself!" You said.
"JUNGKOOK!" Jimin and Jin scolded together.
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Not a Dream
Summary: She thinks she is not good enough for him. She thinks she has nothing to offer. But she doesn't know she is all he wants. But why?
Pairing: idol!Hoseok x Staff!Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, a very very little bit of smut, Hoseok is a bit obsessed.
Wordcount: 4.8k
a/n: This is my very first ff and I do not know anything. Forgive me for the mistakes and tell me how to be better.
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"what?" I exclaimed for the second time in 2 minutes, obviously because whatever I was hearing wasn't making sense at all. "But what's the need for me there?" I asked the manager again clearly not understanding why I was being escorted to the party that wasn't my place to be.
Jhope, Jung Hoseok, was throwing his grand glam party for his second solo album "Jack out of the box''s release and it was huge to say the least. Almost the entire Kpop industry was there. The top floor of the hybe building was then holding more wealth than some of the small countries. As expected, staff not having any direct connection with the album production weren't allowed to go even near the top floor today. I was certainly one of the uninvited ones. That was at least what I knew until Hoseok's manager came to escort me to the party.
"Why is she being invited there when we're not even allowed to step near the floor? Just because she's an army?" Sooah, one of my teammates almost cried with pure jealousy laced in her voice. Well, it's not that I don't know the answer. I do, just don't wanna admit cause it all feels like a dream. There were some sort of things going on between hobi and Me. No, we weren't in a relationship. It was somewhat complicated.
I was in the army and all of the seven adored me because of that. They never had a dedicated army among their staff ever before. After having me they literally started to treat me as if I represent the entire fandom. It's quite understandable because they were always so curious to know why the armys are more interested in their thighs than their faces (just joking).
However, for me it was quite different. Getting to know them was a blessing. I got to know that they were even better personally but they live a very different life. I realized quickly that my love for Jung Hoseok was better to be cherished as a normal Fan-idol thing because my intensity would only make my heart break. And it did, it broke more and more every time I realized I am not perfect for Hoseok, I can never be. Obviously, he was the global star, BTS's Jung Hoseok and I was Y/N, a normal and very very ordinary girl with nothing to rock people off of their socks.
But apparently Hoseok thought differently. Ever since I got drunk after a late night emergency meeting and blabbered the shit out to him about loving him so fucking much, he decided I am the one for him. God knows why. Whenever I try to tell him that he and I can't work, he seems to get more and more determined. This has been going on for some months. I have tried to tell him that this job is my dream and it's precious. I can't get fired and if I do, there's no way I'm getting another job in this kpop industry because by then I'll be known as the staff that "seduces the idols". I love him but I have to live, I have parents to support.
But it seems like he is adamant to make things work between him and me. As much as it flutters my heart, it scares me as well. What if the higher ups catch it all? What if they rule me out of my dream project of Weverse magazine? What if they ask me to quit? What if I end up returning home! No no! Not a chance. I have to stay professional. Only if I wasn't a hybe staff, I would gladly accept his offer and would be already deciding upon our children's names. But no. I can't. Moreover, one thing I have understood, this glam life, fame, and attention aren't for me. It's all too complicated for me. I am better with my simple life. Now that I am done seeing Bangtan up close, and telling Hobi how much I love him, I can look forward and find a man to love and to be loved and settle down.
However, Jung Hoseok won't let me.
He had a different plan all along. He had a different plan when he dragged me into the empty copy room after seeing me giggling with one of male colleagues at the company cafeteria. He slammed me on the wall, whispered "You're mine" in my ears and pressed his lips on mine with such passion. Kinda possessive right? The only thing that his action did was make me fall for him even more. Making my strong-girl-pretense harder than ever.
Only if my higher ups knew that I have been locking my lips with one of their biggest assets behind their backs then I'm sure, I was nowhere to be found in the company or maybe in the country, who knows.
Back to the present, I still can't believe Hobi really wants me to be there in the party, when he clearly knows that I can't socialize, not even with people of my stature, and guests of his party were everything beyond my league.
"It is his order Y/N and you know he can be really stubborn at times" his manager said. Well, who knows it better than me at this point. I knew there was no benefit of revolting to the manager. I need to call the mastermind. Excusing myself from them I went away to call Hobi. He received the third ring. "Hey, when are you coming? Why aren't you here yet? It has been almost 10 minutes since manager hyung left." Hoseok was very excited, I didn't even know why!" I started to put down my words carefully. "Hobi, you know I am not a great fan of parties and more specifically a party like yours. I am just a very big misfit there. I am sorry but I don't think I should..." "You're coming Y/N, if you don't want manager hyung to escort you then I myself will go and I am serious about it." His voice was demanding, authoritative even. I knew he was capable of leaving the party to take me with him and that would cause unnecessary drama, so I had to give in.
I stepped into the party and it was a world itself. A world that knows nothing other than Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Balenciaga and I couldn't feel more self-conscious in my $20 zip up hoodie and a pair of loose fit ripped jeans. At this point I was sure, people would not hesitate to think that I am in charge of cleaning services. I spotted the man immediately. He is called sunshine for nothing. So glamorous and beautiful with the aura that he wears, everyone buzzed around him like bees buzz around the most aromatic flowers. I felt so small there that I wanted to run away. And I decided that I would after meeting him, telling him that I kept his request, oh well, his order.
My reverie was broken with a honey dripping voice that I can recognise even in my unconscious mind. "Hey, Y/N" Jin said, walking up to me and my smile reached my eyes. "Oppa!" I was about to jump on him. "Why do you look like you wanna run away?" He asked. "Because that's exactly what I wanna do, Oppa. You know that I am nothing but a misfit here. I really did not want to be here but Hobi won't listen to anything." He smiled, and I melted. "Y/N you know that you're special to him and on his special day he just wants to keep his special person by his side. But I understand your point too. Why don't you talk to him? Tell him how you're feeling here?" Jin completed. I sighed, "I want to talk to him but he is busy, which is natural."
"What's the tea?" The man of the night was now standing just behind me, "what are you two talking about without me?" "We were just talking about you Hoba." Jin said, "Now I'll leave the two of you alone and meet some people. Enjoy the night Y/N" with that he left with a wink. And within an instant, I felt myself being dragged by my arm to a room, which seemed to be the storage for the drinks and food for the night.
And here I am again, pressed against another wall, the man towering over me looking at me as if he will devour me then and there. "I know Jin hyung is your bias wrecker or whatever you say. But you should remember that I am the main character. I am your main character." His tone was kinda sultry but I wasn't the one to show that he intimated me easily, so I threw my counter attack. Teasing him a bit I said, "So you're now jealous of your hyung? That's a shame". I didn't expect him to agree but he did and said, "oh, hell I am. And you know what? I should mark you as mine. Everyone should know you belong to me or at least belong to someone already. What do you say baby?" I didn't get what he was saying, "what do yo---" and I was cut off since my lips were attacked by his ever waiting one. I obviously didn't waste my time in kissing him back but in the midway I felt my arms being pinned over my head as he attacked my neck in the purpose of sucking a bruise. I understood his assignment now. As if I wasn't already ashamed of showing up here wearing E-mark Sunday market clothes that he had to increase it more by giving me hickies. "Hobi please no!" I protested but it was of no use. He kept on sucking my sweet spot while I wiggled as much as I could. His lips left my skin once he was satisfied enough. He pulled his head up and looked deep into my eyes, while I did the same. His low voice ringed, "now you're marked and anyone that approaches you here should be shown that. Understood?" I gulped and before I could reply anything his phone vibrated signaling that he was gone for a bit too longer than he should.
We both left the storage room one by one interval by interval to dodge suspicion. Once I was out, he was nowhere to be seen. More like, he was at his own place, dancing and mingling with some of the goddess looking ladies. I couldn't help feeling a bitter feeling inside of me. And I stood there alone, like the low-class introvert that I was, watching others like I'm watching a TV, close to my eyes but far from touch. The more I watched him that night, the more I realized, he and I are from two different worlds, and these worlds can't collide. They should remain at their places for the peace of the universe.
I was deep in my thoughts and my eyes were almost glassy with the impact, when another known voice approached me. "Y/N!! Did not expect to see you here! What's up?``said Lee Sung hoon, one of the graphics designers, hybe always works with. We have worked with him during some of our Weverse magazine projects. He is also in the team that worked for Hobi's album this time, so even if he didn't expect to meet me there, I expected. And now I was embarrassed by his question. I parted my lips to reply but didn't know what to say, "I -uh". He cut me off, "oh well, it's dumb of me to ask you the question, since we all know you're close with the boys. So, I am sure you're here as part of the guest list." "Well, yeah, kinda" I replied. It was both fortunate and unfortunate that I found him there. Fortune because I stopped feeling way too out of place and lonely. Unfortunate because I then had to reply to all of his flirtatious remarks that he has been throwing to me since the day we met.
We were talking about something which gradually landed in Hoseok. Sung Hoon said, "He is the life of the party. Isn't he? I mean, Man look at him, all the ladies are going crazy even the older ones too. " I smiled and nodded. "You too have a crush on him, I know," he added. "Is it news? The entire company knows he is the reason why I am still single." I replied. Sung hoon was quick this time, "yeah, I know I know but don't you think you're wasting your time and your youth?". I questioned him, "What do you mean?" He continued, "Look at him Y/N, he is the Jung Hoseok! The richest member of the biggest boy band of this world. One of the major shareholders of the company itself. There are female idols dying to get into his pants. No, I am not saying that he is out of your league but at the same time I am saying it, you will only get yourself hurt. He is like a dream to people like us. They can only be polite to us but they can never love us back. That's the reality." All of it hit me hard and he continued, "I have seen you looking at him as If he has star casted in his body. So I am worried for you. As a senior in this industry, I would suggest you refrain yourself from falling for an idol. They will entertain your idea but they won't return your feelings. They will just use you as a thrill, the thrill of having the forbidden fruit but nothing more." Was it all I was to hobi? A forbidden fruit?
Thinking about it then I realized that Hoseok has never said that he liked me or he felt anything for me. His weird affection suddenly started and then I found him saying I belong to him and nothing else. Never did he say that he liked me but he claimed my lips with every chance he got. Now that I could think about it, all the clouds seemed to be in a silver lining. To him I was just a thrill, which was just a purpose of free entertainment. He could never love to be back or at least like me cause I don't reach upto his standard. Finally it felt like I understood the deal and I couldn't take it anymore. I was just staring at the ground, desperately blinking my tears away. I couldn't hear a word sung hoon said. I finally pulled my head up and looked at sung hoon. "I will leave now Mr. Lee, it's getting late and I may miss the bus. Enjoy the party." Saying that I turned my heels to walk away but he called me back, "Y/N wait! Let me drive you home. It's pretty late anyway." "No, no! The buses are still available I can manage." I smiled at him but he looked at me being determined. "Have you even eaten anything yet? I don't think you did. Let's get outta here. I am quite bored as well. Let's grab dinner at the snack bar and then I'll drive you home. What do you say?" He offered. I wanted to be alone but at the same time I didn't want loneliness to devour me. So I accepted his offer and left the party with him.
Hoseok's side:
The man was very busy today, after all it's his listening party and he had high profile guests to attend. But his heart was with that one person. His heart left his body in the store room. One song played after another to let the guests hear those exclusively. But all he was waiting for was that one song. The one that he wrote for her and added to the album at the very last minute. It was the night when she let out her drunken confession, he found himself looking at the stars from his balcony. The lyrics came into his mind when he thought of her face, her lips, her eyes, which held so much love for him. The love he never found in anyone else ever before. And finally today he was going to play The song. He planned it all. He planned to be in front of her when the song would play, he planned to look deep into her eyes and tell all the things he couldn't. He will do it tonight. Just two more songs before the party ends, before that one song played, he had to find her.
Hoseok looked for her but there wasn't any sign of her. He was clearly stressed and angry when he couldn't find her. He proceeded towards the exit and enquired the guard, "Have you seen Y/N? Did she leave?" The guard replied in positive and his anger now reached to the peak. "Did she leave alone?" He enquired again. "No sir, Mr. Lee was with her. They left 8 minutes ago approximately." Okay! So she left with the guy who just finds the opportunity of getting her in the bed? He was so mad, so mad! He would punish her well this time. Without thinking much he exited the party. He went out of the back entrance as fast as he could, he wanted to catch her on the way and pull her back to the party. He went to the parking area but he saw sung hoon's car still parked, knowing it was his car from the name plate attached to the car for emergency contact purposes. He rushed out of the parking lot and got in the street and he could already see his beloved giggling with sung hoon sitting in the coffee shop just across the street through the glass walls. He wanted to punish her, he promised himself he would punish her but right now he needed to be at the party. He returned and asked the dj to skip the last song, he said it should be kept as a surprise track.
They say acceptance is the key to happiness. But to me it was the key to the dam of my tears, they kept on flowing. It was past 1 am and I kept on crying since I arrived at home. No, I didn't expect him to make me his girlfriend or anything then why did it hurt so bad? Why did the idea of Hobi just playing with my feelings tear my heart like a paper? I stared at the patterns that my mood lamp drew at my ceiling and my silent tears made their way to my pillow. It was about 10 past 1 when the doorbell rang, making me startled. There was no way I could have a visitor this late at night. Then who could it be? I was so afraid. What if it's a robber or a sick rapist? A lot of people know that I live alone! What if it's a stalker? Another round of impatient boor bells rang. I gained some courage to finally open up the door. Turning on the lights of the drawing room I held the door knob of my 1bhk apartment. My senses left me making me dumb enough not to take a look through the peeping hole. A grasp left my lips upon opening the door, seeing Hoseok standing there with dark eyes.
"Hobi? What are you doing here at this hour?" I asked him in confusion. Well truth to be told, I knew why he was here probably but I was confused why didn't he call me first to know why I left the party. To be honest, it hurt me more when I didn't receive a single call from him which led me towards strengthening the ground of my assumptions. "Why? Did you expect someone else at this hour?" His voice was low but he almost growled and I knew he was super mad at me. "No, I mean, come in '' I asked him to enter my embarrassing home.
Within what feels like a fraction of a second, I felt myself yet again being pinned at the nearest wall. Did this man have some fetish for pinning me? I thought to myself. His eyes were dark and those were measuring me from up to down as if I was naked, when the truth is I was clad in my comfy shorts and an oversized shirt with no bra on.
His grip on my wrists tightened when he further pushed me to the wall and said, "how dare you leave the party? Without informing me? That too with another man?" He hissed. "So what would I do when I feel like a misfit at your glam party? That was not my place to be in Hoseok! Why don't you understand? You have seen me at parties before! I am the one who always stays in the corner! Even in the company parties where I know most of the people, I stay aside and you know it all very well. So you should understand how out of place I would feel in a party full of celebrities! I was so fucking embarrassed with the way I looked today among all of them! I can not even name the brands they were wearing! Their shoes were worth more than my entire apartment! Yet I was there! Just because you forced Me. Just because you wanted to make a fool out of me. I was fucking embarrassed and anxious Hoseok! Why the hell did you want me there? Why?" I burst out being unable to contain it anymore. My tears rolled down my cheeks and Hoseok's eyes softened. He let my hands free and wiped my tears away with his thumb. He gently said, "do you really think I would force you to the party just because... Just because.. I wanted to make you look like a fool? I wouldn't do that Y/N. I wouldn't even think of doing anything like this even in my wildest dreams. There was a reason, baby. There was a reason why I needed you there." And I was still angry with everything. I burst out again, "and need me for what?? For what exactly Jung Hoseok? To show me how different your and my worlds are? To show me that I can't even love you? To show me that I am nothing but a cheap thrill to you? To make me believe that I can never be the one for you?". "Shut the fuck up!" His eyes were ablaze. He was clearly infuriated at this point. He held my shoulders and pushed me to the wall again. "You don't get to say anything! You just don't get to put your words in my mouth! I fucking wrote a damn song for you to tell you how I feel for you and forced you to the party so that I could let the World know that you're mine and I'm yours. To let all the guests of the party know that they are only listeners but the girl right beside me was the muse. But what did you do? You left! You left with that nutjob who desperately wants you in his bed! And when I went to look for you, I found you giggling with him!! Tell me is that fair? Tell me is it fair that you choose to stay away even when you love me? Tell me is it fair that I had to chase you when you could easily run into my arms? Tell me Y/N is it fair that you choose to stay oblivious when I..." His voice shook a bit but he continued anyway "when I am desperate for you? When I am in fucking love with you?" My eyes widen with the sudden confession. Was it really not a dream? The man of my dreams was in love with me? Is it even possible?
Before I could say something Hoseok continued, "but now, I have had enough. Enough of this push and pull game of yours. You never reciprocate to me properly but you also never hesitate to kiss me back when I kiss you! What do you want Y/N? Stop giving me mixed signals! Stop being so afraid! Tonight either let me claim you completely or push me away. If you decide to push me away I promise I will never disturb you again." With that he left my hands and just stood in front of me. I wanted to push him away so badly but just the thought of him stopping "disturbing me" knocked me off my breath. He was right. I was being a coward, I was being afraid of the future and I declined to enjoy the present. That's it. Yeah! Carpe diem! Let's live in the present. Hoseok loves me. The man of my dreams loves me. I needed to claim him. And I pressed my lips on his. He didn't even take a second to kiss me back. But he pulled back immediately and said, "So should I take this as an answer?" I looked deep into his eyes and said, "Claim me, Jung Hoseok." "Are you sure? Cause once I claim you, there's no going back." He breathed out. I pressed my lips on his as the response and he devoured me without wasting a second.
And that night he claimed all of me. He claimed me by sealing his lips with mine. He claimed me by touching me everywhere he could. He claimed me by painting bruises all over my body. He claimed me by stuffing me with his fingers and his dick. He claimed me my fucking me raw and shooting his cum in me. He claimed me by naming my v-card in his name. I was sore the next morning and the pain shot through me, the moment I opened my eyes. I actually didn't expect him to stay over. I thought he would leave early when the streets would still be deserted. But there he was laying beside me, looking at me with his sleepy eyes. oh! Was I really waking up beside the man of my dreams? It isn't a dream right? It couldn't be, I was still sore with his claim all over me. "You didn't leave? I thought you would leave." I said. He smiled at me and replied, "I didn't come here to leave Y/N. And I am not leaving till the album releases. I need you to listen to the song, with me beside you." I smiled at his response, I was still in a daze. It was All hard for me to believe. "Can I ask you something?" I asked, staring into his dark brown orbs. "Sure, go ahead." He replied. "Why do you love me, Hoseok? I don't have anything to be loved by a man like you." I finally let out my biggest question ever. He smiled at me, pulling me closer with his one arm draped around my waist. "I love you because you love Jung Hoseok more than you love Jhope. Jhope is loved by millions but Jung Hoseok still craves to be loved. The love that I found in your eyes for the first time when we were introduced. But I didn't think much of it until you decided to confess after being drunk that night. Your love is precious to me Y/N and I don't know if I can find a love like yours if I let you go. And this is what made me adamant to make you mine. And when you didn't reciprocate just because you thought you're not good enough for me, it made me angry. And I burst out seeing you with someone else. Now, remember you are mine and I am yours. So don't you dare ignore me. I'll teach you tough lessons if you do." He completed it. I giggled, shoving my head in his bare chest and we stayed like this until it was time to listen to his song. The song that was written solely for me, oh what a feeling to be a muse. Sitting on my couch being wrapped around in his arms, we kissed and listened to, "Not a dream"
"Oh I am standing before you
It's not a dream
I am reaching out for you
It's not a dream
Don't be so afraid
A love like this is hard to find
Tell me you love me too
Cause you are all there in my mind."
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For Your Love
Taehyung x Fem Reader
fluff, angst, jealousy, romance, 18+, smut
"Y/n it's been three weeks you are throwing tantrums and I am bearing that You know the reason." Taehyung spat while throwing the pile of shirts on the bed.
"Hmmm...!" Y/n just went to his walk-in-closet and brought out his warm clothes. Taehyung sighed seeing her ignoring him and followed her behind.
"Y/n! Please stop this silent treatment. It's killing me now." He spoke being sad but Y/n moved from there and came back to the bed where his clothes were scattered, helping him pack his stuff for travel.
"I am putting these warm clothes here. And yeah, I have put all your accessories in the white bag. Still if you don't find anything rather than messing things up call me. I forgot your shoes... Let me get tha..." She turned to see Taehyung's tall figure hovering over her.
"What are you doing Taehyung step aside.. Let me get your...." She ignored him and tried to pass through but he was quick enough to pull her waist and back hug her while she stood still.
"Don't do this to me Y/n. You know that I love you." Y/n chuckled sarcastically and tried to break through his embrace but he held her tight and kissed her earlobe making her body shiver under his touch.
"You don't trust me Y/n now.? You don't think that I love you??"
"Kim Taehyung let's not talk about the things you yourself are not sure of."
He hugged her tightly nuzzling his nose in her neck. "This is the only thing in my entire life that I have been so sure of. That's you."
"Oh really, A moment ago I heard you were just bearing me.." She tilted her head in the other direction so that she wouldn't have to look at him...
He broke the hug and turned her around with the painful expressions. "Why do you only focus on the words. You don't even know how you are making me feel right now."
Y/n lifted her head slightly to look into his shiny dark orbs with her teary hazel eyes, "That's right Taehyung. You don't even know how you are making me feel." Seeing tears brimming in her eyes Taehyung's eyes became wide. He never wanted to see her in pain, in tears. Let alone he was the reason behind this. She was on the verge of crying because of him. He tried to speak but Y/n was fast enough to dodge any questions coming her way.
She moved towards the closet again. "See you would have forgotten your ties as well." She extended her hands to reach for the ties when he held her hands and turned her around towards himself and cupped her face. "Is it about Lisa?"
Hearing that name Y/n got agitated. She never wanted to talk about her. She never wanted him to know how her jealousy was eating her inside out.
"Taehyung, just leave me. I am not done with the packing." She was looking everywhere in the room but his eyes...
He held her face tightly. "Look me in the eye and say it's not about Lisa."
"Taehyung, I need to leave for work after your packing, leave me..." She said with a stern voice trying to sound tougher that she wasn't ...
"So it is about Lisa." He smiled lightly and grabbed her from her waist with one hand while the other flicked her nose cutely. "You know it's just work, Babe. It's a business trip. Nothing else. You know that I love yo..."
"For Fuck Sake! STOP LYING TO ME KIM TAEHYUNG..." saying that she pushed him a bit and Taehyung was taken aback. He has never ever experienced this side of Y/n.
He stood stern while she let out everything that she's been keeping for three weeks. She was distancing herself from him rather than telling him the exact reason.
"You could have taken your own Private Plane or booked a Business Class ticket. But you came up to me telling me that you were invited by her for this Business trip. What do you expect me to do... Huh..??? SPEAK NOW ...."
She was literally yelling at the top of her vocal cords. He slowly came forward to grab her hand. But she backed away and he said,
"Baby, that's what the company wanted me to do. Lisa was oblivious of this as well... That's how companies work, Love try to understand."
"Don't you Fucking Dare put this on Company... Why is it you always? Why not any other member...? I let the incident with Olivia slide but not every time... You always have a chance to say no... You could have said no... And who are you trying to protect?? Lisa??? She's more important for you now?" She said while showing her index finger infront of him pointing out everything.
He sighed fully frustrated now. "I just don't understand, that why are you exaggerating this whole scenario...?"
Y/n looked at him in disbelief for a second and then said, "You are right I am exaggerating." She went near the bed where her handbag was placed. After pulling it on her shoulder she rushed towards the door of the bedroom.
"It's over Kim Taehyung. Hope you find someone better and worthy."
His eyes widened at these words. He could see his whole world upside down. He hastily reached her hand before she could even step out of the door he pulled her hand towards himself and pinned her to the wall aggressively looking in her eyes.
"Don't you dare, turn your back on me ever again." He threw her bag on the floor and claimed her lips harshly. With his right hand he lifted her left leg and wrapped it around his own waist bringing her so closer to himself. He wanted her to know how impatient he is for her with his other hand, he was supporting her head because she was not giving in.
He kissed her passionately tugging and nibbling her lower lip making her weak. She was vigorously shaking and sobbing, not getting over the argument they had just a few minutes ago... Soon she stopped struggling.
It's not like she didn't trust him much or she thought that he was cheating her but just the mere idea of him being with someone else scared her. She was possessive.. so was he... They both had been possessive for each other from the start.... "Taeh..yung.. Taehyung.. I... I don't.. Taeh..." she didn't even know what she wanted to say so desperately even when she herself knew words were not coming out...
He attached his forehead with her and reached for her other leg to tangle it around his waist in order to lift her above the ground. "shhh!!! sShhh baby I am still here with you.. I am not gonna leave..."
"I am so-rry. I am sorr-y for letting out m-y anger lik-e this..." She started to hiccup in between...
"I am sorry too Princess for hurting you... I can't see tears in your eyes... Please don't cry." Rather than stopping she wrapped her arms around his neck and cried loudly while hugging him. He kissed the side of her head and brought her to his bed.
While balancing himself and her in his arms he threw his luggage off the bed and then placed them both on it... They both felt each other's touch after so long. They both had been craving for each other without them knowing. He brought his face above hers to look into her eyes shining with love and so many emotions for him. He kissed her head multiple times and then her teary eyes. "Silly Girl" she smiled hearing this... He kissed her cheeks and her nose. He again attached his forehead with hers.
"What am I gonna do without you."
"Maybe enjoy your trip with Lisa." She said sulking making a pout. He giggled at her statement and kissed her pout.
"I have a better idea. That is to pack you in my suitcase and take your everywhere I go." Taehyung said in between the pecks he was giving her on her lips
"I don't even know why did they ever invite you for Celine. I mean you are not even good at modeling." She said that to tease him, giving him a fake attitude.
"Oh really.?? Really you think like that???" He smiled seeing her acting way too cute under him.. "Then let me just do something I am very good at." He started kissing her passionately while she was giggling and he pulled the duvet from underneath to cover them both.
After making love to her as much as his heart desired, he laid down beside her placing his arm beneath her head and she kept kissing his face. His moles were always something tempting for her so she couldn't let this chance slide knowing that they are going to be away for some time...
"So do you trust me now.?" He leaned his head towards her while she kept kissing him.
"No..! Never ever. I will not trust you again. Kim Taehyung." He made a pout and switched his position hovering her again.
"Oh really. Then you deserve punishment for not trusting me." He said that dropping his voice to several octaves and started kissing her earlobes.
"No. Fuck! Not again...! Yahhh!! Leave me..!!!!"
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Just Mine - 1
The following slides might contain 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄, do not interact if uncomfortable
Pairing: Duke!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Princess!Reader
Warnings: JEALOUSY(for now that's it)
“Princess, I think it is a bad idea” Your maid more of a best friend said as she gets scared of your plan to sneak up to the strawberry farm. You, you are the one and only princess of the kingdom of Anotle. You are the most adored and cherished kid of the royal family. You are the only girl among the seven kids of the king and most loved by both the king and her six elder brothers. Everyone in the kingdom loved you and not only the kingdom but also other kingdoms, many princes already had an eye on you but you were bounded to be with him and no one in the seven kingdoms dared to mess with him. Despite being a princess, you still had restrictions but loved to disobey and today was one of those days. You were not allowed to go to the strawberry farm since the last time you did, you suffered a long-time fever but you were blinded by the love of strawberries. Your maid/friend, Arial was scared of your disobedience but you care about anything. You both slowly walked through the hallway, making sure no one knew you were sneaking to the farm but froze on the spot when you heard him “What are you doing here, Yn?” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You swiftly turned around as your eyes came in contact with his chocolate brown eyes “T-Taehyung” You shuttered while playing with your fingers “I asked you something, Yn” He said while raising his eyebrow making him look more handsome than he already is. “I-I was going-am, I was going to the library!” You shuttered in confusion before suddenly screaming out(not too loud though) “Library is in the opposite way of where you are going princess” He said in his usual cold voice. You bite your lips before cursing your dumb brain. You were left speechless as you bit your lips, thinking of a solution but Taehyung’s loud sign brought you back “Miss Arial, you can go, I’ll lead princess Yn to the library” Your eyes widened as your head moved immediately to her, eyes signalling her to deny but who are you kidding, except the royal family and the god himself, no one dared to deny Duke Kim’s order. “As you say, Duke Kim” without missing a beat, Arial obeyed his order and said sorry to you through her eyes. “Let’s go, Yn” Taehyung said as he forwarded his hand to you. You let him wrap his hand around yours as he pulls you towards him before letting his hand wrap around your waist.
You both walked through the hallway until you reached the library. Taehyung pushed the door open and you both walked in to see one of your older brothers with a few books in hand "Namjoon oppa!" You exclaimed. He smiled at you and Taehyung before saying “I was about to call you both” You looked at him as you tilt your head in confusion before you could say anything Taehyung asked, “What is it, hyung?” Namjoon looked at him before saying “Father is organising a royal ball tomorrow and your both’s presence is a must” You gasped as you realised “But I don’t have anything to wear tomorrow” You pouted. Taehyung creased your waist as he says “Don’t worry Yn, I’ll order a dress of your choice for you” He looks deep into your eyes making you blush as you looked away from him. Namjoon chuckles at you both before saying “I shall leave you both alone now” Namjoon walks out before kissing your cheek making you giggle. You looked at Taehyung only to know that he was already staring at you. You turned away from him before walking to a shelf to look for some books because the original plan failed. You tried to pull a book of your choice from a high shelf but another hand was placed over your as your back was pinned against your chest “You don’t need to act princess” Taehyung bends before whispering against your ear. Your body shivers as you hear your name coming from his mouth. Taehyung’s hand moves and grips your waist before pulling you more to him “Don’t go near the strawberry farm, it’s just for your health. Got that?” Your toes curl as he whispers in your ear. You nodded, feeling the loss of words due to closeness “Words princess, I want words” He says as his hand moves upwards and creases your covered skin, just below your breast “Y-yes, Duke” You breathed “Good” He said before moving away from you. He gave you your book and said “I’ll leave you alone for your time princess, I’ll go and prepare all the necessaries for tomorrow” Without waiting for your reply, he walked away. You stood at your place, clenching the book as you breathed while clenching your legs.
——On The Ball Day—————
“Princess, do you want me to braid your hair or keep it open?” Arial asked as she brushed your hair “I’ll like to keep it open” You smiled at her. She brushed your hair as you sat straight while the other maid did your makeup. Your back ached from sitting so long but you had to look prettiest since you were the princess of the strongest kingdom. “All done princess” Arial smiles as she helps you stand up and fixes your dress “Duke Kim would be speechless after seeing you” She said while giggling making you blush. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you eyed yourself. The blueish-white gown with a golden embroidered waist as ends of the gown sat comfortably on the floor. You picked the crown that you were given by your mother when you were born and placed it on your head “I think we should go now” “Sure princess” Arial said as she bows to you before following you.
As you reached the hall, everyone’s attention was turned to you. You smiled at everyone as you walked down the stairs. As you walked a few steps down, a very known hand was pushed in front of you. You looked at Taehyung and blushed before placing your hand in his’s as he wraps his fingers around it as he helps you walk downstairs. You reached the last step as taehyung wraps his free hand around your waist before walking you to your parents. You hugged both your parents before taking your place beside Taehyung. “You look so pretty, my daughter” Your mother said making you smile “She grew up so quickly” Your father said as he eyed you emotionally making you look at him with softness “Appa” You whispered as you hugged him “Aww, look at the father-daughter duo, they don’t care for us” You brother Hoseok said with a pout while the other five brothers nodded “She doesn’t love us anymore” Your another brother, Jungkook said as he sulked “Oppa, you know it’s not true” You denied with a smile making your oldest brother huff “I still don’t get my hug” He pouted making you look at him “Oppa, you are too old to act childish” “Yah!” He screamed making all of you laugh “Come here all of you” You spread your arms as all six of them came to you and you all did a tight group hug. “Ok, now take your seats, I have an announcement before we start” Your father said as you all obeyed. You sat on your seat which was in front of Taehyung. Either side of you sat your brothers making you feel comfortable but in front of you, Taehyung sat surrounded by unknown women making you jealous but you remained silent. “Thank you, everyone, for your presence here” Your father started “Today, I have organised this ball as a celebration of an upcoming announcement” Your father looked at you while smiling before saying “Today, I, the king of Anotle announce my daughter’s marriage with one and only Duke Kim” Everyone clapped at the fruitful announcement making you blush “One week from today, the marriage will be held and I invite you all, please show your blessings to the to-be-husband-wife” You didn’t dare to lift your head cause you knew everyone must be looking at you
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Throughout the dinner, you didn’t look up from the table as you felt too shy. You could feel Taehyung’s stare at you making you feel giggly. “Princess” You looked at the voice as you see the prince of Xylem, Kiven. “Prince Kiven” You smiled at him. He took your hand in his before placing a kiss on its back. You were not fond of someone kissing your hand except your family or Taehyung but you ignored it “Princess if you don’t mind, may I have a dance with you?” You wanted to deny but the image of Taehyung sitting with women made you agree. You walked down to the centre of the hall as Kevin placed his hand on your waist, you wrapped your hand around his shoulder while his free hand held yours. “How do you feel princess? You are going to get married” He said as he grips your waist tighter “W-what do you m-mean, prince?” You shuttered, taken back at his words “I mean, you are getting married to the well-known Duke” He smirked “I mean, every woman here wants to be in your place and can do anything for him. I think you know that already” He said as he smiled viciously. You gulped visibly “You don’t deserve a man like him, princess” He whispered in your ear as he pulled you near him “You need a man who will take care of you, hold you and……pleasure you” He said as he placed his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent “Just like me” He whispered as he licked your neck. Your eyes suddenly came in contact with Taehyung’s.
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