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⤷ ✓ = finished
⤷ Abundance
genre: hybrid au, enemies to lovers/strangers to lovers
pairing: ot7 x female reader
summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you.
Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.
⤷ Lovesick ✓
genre: yandere, soulmate au
pairing: ot7 x female reader
summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late.
⤷ The Obsidian Pearl ✓
genre: yandere, mermaid au
pairing: seokjin x female reader
summary: Sailing through The Dead Man’s Passage is a death sentence and the whole crew knows it. But with the ship’s stocks dwindling fast, your captain is left with no other choice. When a haunting melody makes the crew jump ship one by one, you find yourself alone with the demon lurking in the murky red water. As the creature beckons you to jump into the icy water – “come to me, pet” – you find that you can’t do anything but obey.
Part: 01 - 02
⤷ Desolate ✓
genre: hybrid au, strangers to lovers
pairing: yoongi x female reader
summary: You just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. So you’re not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.
⤷ Out Of The Woods ✓
genre: hybrid au, strangers to lovers
pairing: namjoon x female reader
summary: Promising Jihyo that you were going to stay away from your writing for one weekend had been easy in theory, but much harder to actually do once you reached the little cabin the woods. To make matters worse, the only thing that rivals your inability to keep promises is your terrible luck – and after a particularly bad choice leads you to get lost in the mountains, you suppose that it’s only karma that you end up face to face with a wolf that looks ready to rip your throat out.
Part: 01 - 02 - 03
⤷ (You’re) always on my mind ✓
genre: hybrid au, enemies to lovers
pairing: jimin x female reader
summary: When your workplace announces that they’ve decided to promote collaboration between departments, you suddenly find yourself face to face with your sworn nemesis Park Jimin. Your plans to avoid him are quickly foiled as his presence turns the floor into a madhouse, your coworkers all vying for his attention. With so many people at his beck and call, why is it that Jimin is always so insistent on getting in your way?
Part: 01 - 02 - 03
⤷ The Ivory Fang ✓
genre: mermaid au, yandere
pairing: taehyung x female reader
summary: You have run out of options when it comes to treating your mother’s illness. When a mysterious man offers you a solution that might save her, you decide that nothing is too strange if it means it’ll lead to a cure – not even finding and striking a deal with a mermaid.
Part: 01 - 02
⤷ The Crimson Shell ✓
genre: mermaid au, yandere
pairing: jungkook x female reader
summary: You had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. But unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.
Part: 01 - 02 - 03 - 04
extra: for the love of me (bun!koo / mer!koo)
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welcome to my blog - my name's quae. this is my main blog. trivia-yandere is my yandere blog. my ao3 is explicit_tae warning: majority - if not all -of my writings will be considered nsfw and suitable for those 18+. they will (sometimes) contain graphic smut scenes, yandere/dark moments, etc.
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The Feeling of Being Stared At: You and your friends are targets of a masked killer who terrorizes each of you before they make their move on massacring. Your instincts tell you that the call is coming from inside the home, and maybe the killer is closer than you think. W.I.P
Insatiable: You noticed your Junior Year of High School that Kim Taehyung, Senior, didn’t like you. It didn’t get too far, however, just verbal teasing and taunts. But, now that you were a sophomore in University he decided he had enough. Maybe he was a changed man - or maybe because he seen that tight skirt you wore with those lace panties peeking through. one | two
Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You're his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would've never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed
Public Enemy (Part 6/7): You’re a young doctor - an intern fresh out of medical school - and begin your career at the best Hospital in South Korea. You would’ve been swimming in student loan debt if it wasn’t for your boyfriend of 1 year, Shin, paying it off in full. You were shocked at the action and questioned where such money came from. You got you answer when your boyfriend himself comes rushing through the hospital doors with a bullet through him. completed
Public Enemy (Part 7 of 7): Your elder sister was not one to disappear. After quitting her job, she fought and worked hard for years in, you knew something was wrong - even when everyone insisted there wasn’t foul play involved. So, you go on your own investigation to find the truth of what just happened to your elder sister. completed
Contagious: An alternate world in which at the age of 25, your true soulmate is revealed. Some choose to defy the soulmate tie - but you refuse; especially when it’s revealed to be your sister's boyfriend. completed
Carnal Desire: The last person you expected to see was an ‘old friend’ from nearly a decade ago, but you’re determined to show the man that you’re no longer the little girl he use to know. One | Two | Three
Public Enemy (Part 5/7): You wonder where Hoseok goes off to when his work phone calls at all times of the day and night. It’s a bother - especially when the two of you are on a date. You suspect he’s cheating on you and decide one night to follow him and witness just where he scurries of to. completed
Bound: Jimin has tried everything in his power for you - one of his closest friends - to get laid. He realizes that your kinks don't match with just any man besides one; another friend of his - Jung Hoseok. You've met Hoseok many times and don't think your masochism can be satiated by someone as bright and sunny as him. completed
Moral Dilemma: Your morality is tested at a monthly family dinner that gets interrupted by two masked men. completed
Love You (Just A Little Too Much): You're brought down memory lane and come face to face with someone you've completely forgotten about. completed
10/10: Neither you or Hosoek can contain the sexual tension that’a been building up for months. completed
Public Enemy (Part 3/7): Your life was going great. You’ve been promoted from police officer to detective - something you’ve worked hard for. Your first case was to solve a murder of a local drug dealer brought to the hospital who you suspect foul play from. completed
Forbidden Fruit - Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that has all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you being far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best. completed
One Time Thing: Namjoon was the whole package - tall, dark hair with an amazing physique. Let's not forget the personality and the intelligence that was an added bonus. Too bad he was your friend's boyfriend - even if he did appear a little too infatuated with you. completed
Public Enemy (Part 2/7): After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and you’re threatened expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasn’t your first option, however, now it may be your only one. completed
Public Enemy (Part 4/7): You’ve been with your boyfriend, Shin, for 3 years. The relationship wasn’t perfect and the two of you butted heads often which resulted in him buying whatever designer items to get back in your good graces. For the last few months, you begin to notice a slip in his character and question just what he does when he isn’t with you. completed
Unusual Suspects: You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure. completed
V-Day Special: You ask your ex - who you're still close with - if he's willing to come on your cam-show for a valentine's day special. completed
Nefarious [Prequel]: A look back in your and Jungkook’s relationship, prior to the marriage, kids and detachment. completed
Repent: Adventures of Jeon Jungkook and the new girl who attends the church retreat - and who is also determined to fuck him. one | two | three | four
B.A.S: You knew you weren't shit, but you still gave your boyfriend 10 minutes to respond before you went to be a hoe. Luckily for you, Jungkook wasn't shit either. completed
Sweet Serial Killer: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison. (Part 1 to Lethal Lovers) one | two
Public Enemy (Part 1/7): You don’t ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High School sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea. completed
One Way or Another: You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years. One | Two
Peepshow: You were Jungkook's favorite person to watch when he was outside your window. This time, he's determined to have a closer look. completed
Lick Back: Realizing that your boyfriend has become a completely different person & being malicious towards you could only mean that he’s being nice to someone else. completed
Not Until I Say So: That time you got caught masturbating in your professor's classroom after hours. completed
When Did You Get Hot?: It’s a shock to see Jeon Jungkook, the once cute doe-eyed boy you once tutored, grow into a hot tattooed slick-mouth man.
working alongside jeon jungkook has proven to be a lot harder than you anticipated, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. that’s until a secret you’ve been hiding comes to light.
word count: 11.959
warning: nerd/shy jungkook, mc was a bit of a bitch at first, kissing, naive teen jungkook, grinding, why did mc use jk like that??, semi-public sex, handjob, dirty talking, dry humping, fingering, office sex , degradation, submissive reader/dom jk, also dom reader bc she can be a bitch sometimes LMAOO, creampie,
part one
Often, you think about the time Jungkook told you that he loved you. You thought about how you reacted. You were shocked. Said shock had you reacting indifferently towards his words.
A part of you recalls how you felt when you began to ignore Jungkook. The look in his eyes that had your heart jolting, but your face never faltered from its stoic one. You avoided him like your life depended on it - not because of what Jungkook said, but because of how his words made you feel.
The only time Jungkook recalls you showing a bit of interest was when he was publicly congratulated at the end of the school year for being the few students accepted into a top University. For a split moment, your eyes met. However, before Jungkook could process it, you were out of his sights.
Jungkook doesn’t know why you ran off as quickly as you had, but you did. You remembered the way your mouth salivated, your stomach churned and you sprinted to the nearest exit. The girls restroom was empty when you arrived, and you hadn’t even bothered to lock the stall door before you dropped to your knees and vomited right into the toilet.
Graduation day was when you found out you were pregnant. The small letters that held the eight letter words appeared as though it was laughing at you. You couldn’t find a single picture of you at said graduation where you appeared content. Your mother, at the time, just told you it was woe of you growing older and off into the real world. Only you knew the true reasoning at the time.
Your mind travels to that day often. From finding out you were pregnant, to receiving Jungkook’s letter. He hadn’t delivered it to you personally, and instead had been given to you by someone walking by. You opened the card, your brows knitted together as you read it.
You recall the way your heart jolts at the way he writes your name. Jungkook apologized for making you uncomfortable. He pleads for forgiveness, stating that he’d do whatever for you to forgive him, even if it meant that you and him wouldn’t go back to the way things were before.
You found Jungkook in the crowd of excited teenagers. His eyes lit up, you noted. With anticipation. Even then, he was pleading with you for forgiveness that he had no fault in. In just a quick moment, your mind flashes with the amount of times you and he have been together, to then at the graduation.
How would Jungkook react to the news of your pregnancy, you asked yourself. How would your friends? Your parents?
Unlike Jungkook, you hadn’t thought about universities and where’d you go. You promised your mother that after a year break, you’d start classes again. Now, however, you were certain you couldn’t do what you planned.
You placed the card back into the envelope, ripping your eyes away from Jungkook and turning to walk away. You don’t see the way his face falls or his shoulders falter. With your back turn, he doesn’t see the way your eyes tear up a bit before you force them away.
That was 13 years ago and your mind always wanders back to that same night. You ignored Jungkook’s calls, but each time his name flashed onto your screen, you thought about answering. You thought about telling him about the pregnancy - about your own confused feelings you felt for him.
You hadn’t.
You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute. His nervous doe-like eyes, always shy and low whenever you were around. He often kept them hidden behind his hair, possibly hoping it’d assist him in camouflaging entirely.
Jeon Jungkook was quiet. The only time he spoke was when he had to, the teacher choosing him at random.
You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute - and that was something you couldn’t reveal to your friends. While you listened to them gush about who they hooked up with, who was hot or not, Jeon Jungkook wouldn’t make the cut.
“He probably humps his pillow.” your friend, Lia, cackles, turning her head away from Jungkook and back to the group; to you. It was one of the many times Jungkook had been caught staring. His cheeks are a bright red. He leans low in his chair, hunching a bit to avoid further eye contact.
“I think he’s got a crush on you.” Ava cackled, covering her mouth with her manicured hand - the same color and design that matches all of your hands perfectly.
You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute, but you were young. You were popular. You had a reputation - even if you realized after the fact that it was dumb. “I bet I could get him to do my homework…he’s such a loser.”
You didn’t mean anything you said to your friends about Jungkook, yet you never defended him aloud. You continued to use Jungkook to your advantage - allowing him to do your homework and copy off of him when needed. You teased him while your friends all watched.
You always found Jeon Jungkook to be cute. It’s the reason you found yourself having fun with the boy. It was probably wrong to use him for your own personal gain, but the rose tint on his cheeks followed by his shy eyes were just too hard to resist.
It’s why you kept it on - forcing him to smell your panties. Told him to touch himself in front of you, calling him pathetic with how excited he was; it was all to feed your ego. It wasn’t right, but it felt like it.
Your favorite memory was during study hall when you asked Jungkook to help you with a project - something he always did himself while you sat pretty beside him. He looked cuter this time, round glasses on his nose as he focused on the laptop in front of him for information. It was quiet in the library, only a few students scattered around.
Jungkook had stiffened when your hand placed itself on his thigh. You begin to tap your fingers upwards, reaching closer and closer until it’s at the twitching dent. “You aren’t going to stop me?” you recall asking him. “I bet you want people to catch us like this. That’ll boost your popularity, won't it?”
Jungkook’s lips part as you force your hand into his pants. His head whips around to the quiet library. A few tables away is a girl with her head against the desk, most likely asleep. Rows of bookshelves hide the librarian in the front.
“I still can’t believe a nerd like you has such a big cock.” you murmur, leaning closer. “You’re happy, aren’t you? You like the way my hand feels around your cock.”
Jungkook’s body shuddered at the feel of your squeezing hand right on his covered cock, his underwear appearing tighter and tighter against him.
“Say it.”
“I like it.” Jungkook squeaked out, low and pathetic just as you said.
You knew he did. Dare you say he liked it just as much as you. You continued to grind your palm against his cock, watching him closely as his eyelids began to flutter. His breathing quickens, attempting to hide it to now draw too much attention to the two of you..
“Say you’re lucky to have me.” you lean closer. “Say you’re pathetic.”
“I’m pathetic.” Jungkook’s hand curls into a tight first, his heart pumping so radically outside his chest. “I am lucky…to have you, Y/N.”
You told yourself the giddy feeling you felt in your heart was just a stroke of your own ego. You had giggled low when he came in his underwear, the warm substance sticking against him sickly. You kissed his cheek, just inches away from his lips and told him, “I know.”
You thought back to the time Jungkook had told you that he loved you for the first - and only - time. How you proceeded to ignore him - his calls, letters, all of it. You told yourself that it had gone too far and you weren’t doing anything but further toying with Jungkook who had admitted to you that he loved you.
Then, you found out you were pregnant.
In a way, you created a monster, you think. You were the reason Jungkook had grown older, harboring these feelings towards women all because you were too much of a coward to face him. To face your friends if they ever found out what you were doing with him.
Now, Jeon Jungkook is back in your life. He’s taller, even more handsome and successful - everything you aren’t.
Jeon Jungkook was correct about a lot of things.
Your car has been repossessed.
You’ve taken out more loans than you should’ve.
You were behind on bills.
You watched your reflection in the glass door of the bank, your eyes staring right back at you. It was 10 minutes before close. You wouldn’t say you didn’t recognize yourself, it’s just the you that you hadn’t seen in years.
You deposited the money into your account far too quickly, only a bit ashamed of yourself in the way you’ve gotten in. However, the expenses you had didn’t wait for you to gain money morally.
“Miss Y/L,”
You offered a strained smile as you entered the building. Your eyes scanned the open gym, several children - of all ages - littering the vicinity. Your eyes immediately went towards where the older ones were, pre-teens and teenagers alike. You spotted him almost instantly and your heart jolted.
“Hello,” you glanced away and towards the voice that greets you. “I have to, uh,” you opened your purse to take out the check you’ve gotten from the bank. “make a payment, of course.”
Your cheeks were warm once you handed over the check. You’ve known Lisa for years now. She’s a kind middle aged woman who always has her cat-framed glasses on her nose. She takes the check you hold out gently and inspects it. She tries to hide her surprise.
“It’s what I’ve owed and also to cover the next few months.” you responded meekly. Your palms began to sweat a bit.
Lisa has never judged you or any parent. It was her who gave you the extension on your payments as she understood what it was like. “I was a single mother at one point in my life, too.” she told you one evening almost three months ago. Your eyes were watering when you told her you couldn’t pay to be a part of these gymnastics classes anymore.
Your eyes glanced back at him, your son. He’s tall and lean, his time doing gymnastics since he was young had added only a couple years to his age. He was only 13, but could pass as 15. His hair was dark and wavy, and his eyes resembled the same ones you witnessed for the first time in a decade.
13 years.
“Did you take out a loan?” Lisa questioned, her voice low. She looked concerned and you can tell by her voice alone. “Miss Y/L, I didn’t want you to do-”
“No loan.” you shook your head, your heart jolted once your son met your eyes. Training was over, but he never stopped until he saw you enter the building to come get him. He was on the parallel dip bars, pushing himself up, his legs straight and his shoulders tight. “Um…his father…helped.”
You tore your eyes away from your son to look back at Lisa. She’s met you as a single mother to a 4 year old, your son hyper and bouncing everywhere happily. You never mentioned a father before and even now, you appear uncomfortable.
“Ma!”
Your eyes blink once, then twice. You had spaced out yet again, this time your mind going down a lane full of memories that you couldn’t help. You probably looked insane right now, you think, staring at your son as the two of you eat - or at least him.
“You spaced out.” Ji-tae states matter-of-factly. He takes a bite of his pizza, an abundance of toppings nearly falling off of it. “You’ve been acting weird for a few weeks now. Is everything okay?”
You offer your son a low grin. “You forgot who’s the parent and who’s the child?” you tease. You grasp the bottle to take a sip of your drink. “I’m fine,” you say once you’re done sipping. “just trying to get back situated with work, you know?”
Ji-tae nods his head a bit. He isn’t fully convinced, but you almost never shared your own issues with him. As far as Ji-tae needed to know, you were working a new job that allowed you to drive a nicer car. You had more money to splurge on him, buying him whatever items he asked for without a blink of an eye.
Your son doesn’t need to know the brand new car is from Jungkook, your boss who happens to share the same dark eyes as him.
“What do you do?”
Your eyes twitch a bit, but nonetheless you remain calm. “Assistant.” you reply. “Why do you ask?”
Ji-tae shrugs his shoulders. “Curious.” is all he says, taking another bite of his pizza.
You know your son. He’s scrunching his nose in a way that tells you he wants to say something, but is holding back.
“Ji-tae,”
Your son looks up at you. His eyes meet yours and for a moment, your heart jolts once more.
Ji-tae knows you only call him by his name if you are being serious.
“What's wrong?” you ask him, assuring to keep eye contact.
“I think I want to quit gymnastics.”
Your eyebrows knit. “What?”
If it's one thing your son loves, it was the competitiveness that was gymnastics. He often overworked until he was able to get a certain move close to perfect. Several awards lined the shelves in his bedroom.
“Grandmother,”
Immediately you groan - because of course it had something to do with your mother.
“said you didn’t have the money-”
“What did I tell you, Ji-tae?” you don’t mean to sound harsh. You aren’t upset with your son in the slightest. Your mother, however, always found it hard to not discuss whatever issues you were having with your child. “It’s my responsibility to worry about you.”
“Not the other way around…” Ji-tae trails off. He swallows thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing. “...but if it’s too expensive-”
“It’s not.” you stand, the chair scrapping behind you.
You move faster than you should right now. Your phone is on the kitchen island and you snatch it and Ji-tae is fully aware of what you’re doing.
Your mother answers on the third ring, sounds cherrier than she should right now. You walk out of the room to assure Ji-tae wouldn’t hear the conversation.
“Why are you telling my son things that don’t concern him?” you ask as soon as your mother answers the phone. “He should never know about what the fuck-”
“Y/N, do calm down.” your mother tells you. Her tone is sickenly sweet, but you’ve been raised on it your entire life. It was her ‘mother knows best’ act, something she pulled constantly.
“Tae said he wants to quit gymnastics because you told him I couldn’t afford it.” you spat out, but not too loud for your son to hear.
“Well can you?”
Jungkook was correct about a lot of things that evening. He knew about your car being repossessed, so oftentimes you borrowed your mothers or found your own way. He knew about the small, yet several loans; though he didn’t know that it was for Ji-tae and his hobbies - gymnastics, that led to tournaments at the end of the week, being the most expensive. He knew you were behind on several bills, but that was to assure that Ji-tae had whatever he needed.
What Jeon Jungkook didn’t know was the very existence of your son. That was something you intended to keep a secret as much as you could.
It was your mother’s idea to keep your pregnancy a secret. No pictures. No being seen when you didn’t need to. The plans you’ve made with your friends - the travelling, the late night fun and partying - were gone.
“Please tell me what I’ve deserved to become a grandmother at this age?” your mother asked during dinner one evening. You were five months, bump forming underneath the oversize shirt you wore. “How many times have I warned you about this, Y/N? I wanted you to be more than a pretty face, you know? But look at you now.”
It was also your mother’s idea to sign custody over to her. It made appearances easier, she told you. On paper, sure, she was the mother. But it was you doing the late night feedings and caring for J-itae.
“Do you even know who the father is?” your mother questions lowly on Ji-tae’s first birthday. It’s a question she hadn’t asked you prior. She’s holding him in her arms, a bright smile on her lips as she poses for pictures.
“Well?” your mother's voice brings you back to reality. You’ve spaced out far too many times lately. “Tae told me you started a new job, honey.”
“I did, mother.” you clench the phone to your ear. You inhale slowly, closing your eyes. “I am capable of taking care of my son, mother. If you can’t respect my wishes, then maybe you shouldn’t come around anymore.”
“Excuse me?” your mother laughs. “You’re being dramatic, Y/N. I was just trying to help-”
You hang up. Your heart is racing. You rarely stand up to your mother. For years, you attempted to see things from her point of view. How embarrassed she must’ve been when people soon realized the child she claimed as her own, would slip up and call you mommy. The facade had fallen when Ji-tae was 5, but luckily most of your friends were long gone and those who remained hadn’t believed the facade for a second.
Jungkook, you’ve learned, has changed over the last decade.
And Jeon Jungkook has a daughter.
Jeon Jinah is five. She looked so much like Jungkook, so much so that you pondered how her mother looked. The Jeon genes were strong, you thought, as when it came to Ji-tae and Jinah, it appeared Jungkook gave birth to them himself.
Meeting Jinah for the first time had sent a shiver up your spine, the resemblance to your own son was uncanny. Her eyes are dark like Jungkook’s and Ji-Tae’s. Her stare appeared cold when her father introduced you to her. She peered up at you as if alarmed by your presence.
Then, she smiled a smile that had your heart tugging. You knew that smile all too well.
Maybe it was because she reminded you of the Jungkook you’ve known in high school. The boy whose eyes sparkled with innocence. The boy who was so caring and shy; nice and genuine.
Maybe it was because the smile resembled that of your own son.
Jungkook watches the way Jinah takes your hand in both of her smaller ones, tugging you into her bedroom. He notices the way your eyes roam around the large room, marvelling at how high the ceilings were and how large the bed was for a small child like her. The closet had to be as big as your own bedroom, and she even had a bigger bed than you did.
Jungkook lingers in the doorway as his daughter speaks to you. She rambles, speaking without taking a break. She shows you everything in her room - the expensive tea cups that Jungkook bought that surely weren’t kid friendly as they were decorative glass from Europe. Behind one door, is a second closet, only she tells you it’s for her dolls. You’re almost jealous of the toys when she shows you the clothing, all designer brands you couldn’t pronounce.
After a month, you realized that you appeared to be working for her instead of her father. How you managed to juggle between Ji-tae, who had training every day after school, to Ji-nah was something you yourself couldn’t comprehend.
Jungkook had given you one of his many cars to drive where you picked her up from the home - the same home you also had a key and security codes to.
Jeon Jinah has a strict schedule, you noticed, and you began to realize that Ji-tae inherited more from Jungkook than you.
Each day, you’d come an hour before Ji-nah was set to wake up to prepare her school lunch and breakfast.The first day, Jinah insisted that you eat with her and Jungkook, who only began work after his daughter was in school. Everyday since then, it’s become a routine - only because your son soon insisted on his own strict schedule; morning run, protein shake with breakfast, then to school where he often took the bus to.
After breakfast, you would get Jinah ready for school. That consisted of helping her with her school uniform and doing her hair in whatever style she preferred - on Wednesdays she wore pigtails.
As Jinah was in school, you accompanied Jungkook to the office. The first day, he had given you everything you needed that concerned the girl. Her doctors numbers and emergency contacts outside of his own. Her preferred fruits and vegetables and snacks - he was as organized as you remembered him.
After school, you were surprised to learn that Jinah also did gymnastics. Obviously, it was also a gene she and your son had to inherit from Jungkook. Three days out of the week, she trained in a luxury studio you could never afford yourself. The following two days were ballet and on Saturdays, recitals.
You couldn’t stop the feeling that everything, especially after another month, has become…domestic. You told yourself it was because of Jungkook. In the mornings, he would brew coffee as you made breakfast. He finds watching you shape the pancakes for Jinah in little hearts - simply because she enjoyed it - fascinating. He wouldn’t tell you, but he was expecting you to be bad at this. However, you adapted to the role naturally.
Jungkook was touchier, holding your hips as he passed you or even kissing you at times; actions you never questioned him about.
Maybe it was when Jinah had her last recital at the end of the month when you felt the domestication at its highest. Jungkook had insisted you sit with him instead of being backstage as you always had. His arm circles around your waist and he’d whisper in your ear ever so often about nothing in particular that it had the hair on your neck rising.
Or, possibly now. Jinah is in bed and she asks you if you could stay with her for the night. Sure, she wakes up with you there, but it isn’t the same. In the short amount of time, you understood what Jungkook meant on the first day of him feeling as though she needed a woman. You only agreed because Ji-tae himself wasn’t home and instead was with his friend for the night.
Jungkook doesn’t tell you about the cameras he has in his home. The one he watches you through frequently. Even now as he sits at his desk, the night sky and city lights surrounding him, he hears the way his daughter pleads for you to stay the night with her. He watches the way you get into the large bed and hold her close.
Jungkook continues to watch until he finds that he’s watched for hours. His ears perk when your phone rings and you struggle to get it without waking Ji-nah. He hears you murmuring on the phone; “Tae, what’s wrong?”
Jungkook didn’t know who Tae was.
“I’m working now.” you say, voice low but he can hear you perfectly fine. “Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you, too.”
You’re asleep when Jungkook gets home late that night. Usually, you’d be up waiting for him to return so you could go. He doesn’t bother you. Instead, he allows you to sleep as he closes the door and makes his way down the hallway to his own bedroom. His mind ponders on who’s Tae - a boyfriend? Would you have fucked him if you had one? Surely he wouldn’t know - there isn’t anything hinting that you were in a relationship.
Yet, you tell this person that you loved him. That you’ll see him tomorrow.
Jungkook finds that he doesn’t care - not deeply at least. After all, in a way, he owns you now more than ever.
The domestication doesn’t end there. As a month turns to several months, you begin to ponder on your relationship with Jungkook. It wasn’t professional in the slightest - the sex was the main indicator. Sleeping with your boss wasn’t ideal, but you never denied him when he made advances, partly because you understood your place. He was correct when he said you’d let him.
You understood that you had to keep Jungkook happy. Keeping Jungkook happy meant that Ji-tae could have whatever he needed and more. It meant that you could save the hefty amount of funds Jungkook gave you for your son, a college fund you always told yourself you would start. It meant that you could make on time payments for his gymnastics and pay the fees needed when championships arrived.
But the more you worked under Jungkook, the more you began to question what it was that he had you doing. You, Jinah and him attending an amusement park wasn’t something you should be doing. It felt too personal, but you did simply because Jinah wanted you to. Her small hands in yours and Jungkook's.
A part of you even wished your son could join.
“You’ve been standing there for ten minutes now.”
It’s Jungkook’s voice that gets you out of your thoughts.
You blink a few times before shaking your head. Your eyes glances at Jungkook. He was cooking, chopping up various vegetables, more than he usually would, but he wanted Jinah to try more. “What’s on your mind?”
You straighten your shoulders, turning your eyes away from him. It’s one of those rare occasions that Jungkook wasn’t at the office. Though you saw the man in various suits that served him well, or even naked as unprofessional as that was, you find that his relaxed attire was your favorite. His shirt is dark and loose and he’s wearing sweats that hang only a bit low on his waist.
“...I…”
Jinah is in her room and had been coloring when you walked down the hall to get her a snack. It was when you smelled the food and witnessed Jungkook in the kitchen that your mind wandered.
“...you?” Jungkook raises a brow, giving you a glance before returning to cutting the vegetables.
“Is that all the work you have for me?” you ask. In hindsight, this job was perfect. The pay, the benefits - it all was. But you couldn’t help but feel like this was just the calm before the storm.
“Do you want more work?” Jungkook asks cooly, not bothering to look up at you. “I thought Jinah and her energy would’ve drained you by now.”
You shake your head, even if his eyes weren't on you. You’ve dealt with Ji-tae for years and knew just how to deal with an energetic child.
“I love being around Jinah.” you admit. “It’s just…it doesn’t seem like work. I feel like a mom.”
Your lips curl shut.
Jungkook hums, the knife slicing against the cutting board. This time, he glances up at you just as the last piece of onion is diced. He places the knife down and offers a raised brow.
“Is that a bad thing?”
You catch Jungkook’s eyes. They’re hard and unblinking, waiting for you to answer.
“Is it a bad thing?” Jungkook repeats, a bit louder. “I could have you at the office doing boring paperwork, but instead you’re here.” Jungkook raises a hand to motion around his home. “I trust you enough to care for my daughter. You’re debt free…what more do you want?”
“I never said I wanted more.” you turn away from him. You didn’t even know what you were asking for. “Forget it.”
You make your way to the cupboard to find Jinah a snack. In a way, Jungkook is correct, there isn’t any more you could ask for. Your job was entirely too easy that it has you questioning what Jungkook’s plan was continuing further.
Before you could turn around with the cookies you got for Jinah, Jungkook is behind you. You hadn’t seen him gather the vegetables into the boiling pot and set it to low. His hands are on your waist, lips against your neck.
“What if I told you I don’t have any intentions in letting you go?” Jungkook murmurs against your neck.
You swallow, a shudder running up your spine. “And why is that?”
“Why would I?” Jungkook snorts. “I just got you back.”
Jungkook is kissing your neck now. Your lips part a bit. “13 years is a long time…” you trail off, a slight tremble in your voice.
“It is, isn’t it?” Jungkook says against your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. His hands roam upward slowly, going underneath your shirt. At the feel of his hands along the bare skin of your stomach, you let out a short breath. “A long time to still be hung up on one girl, right?”
Jungkook presses himself against you, his crotch grazing your ass.
“You talk as if you’ve been waiting for me.”
You lean back far enough for your back to touch Jungkook’s chest. You were a weakling, you think, fully submitting to Jungkook so easily with little fight.
“Maybe I have.” responds Jungkook. His tongue glides against your neck. “Maybe I am as pathetic as you once used to say.”
Jungkook’s fingers reach your bra. He slides them up until both of his hands are engulfing your breasts. Gently, he squeezes them, the sensation has your eyelids fluttering a bit.
“I think back to how you treated me back then - when it was just you and me.” Jungkook strokes his tongue upwards. “How much of a bitch you were to me and how much I liked it.” he murmurs, his voice lowering in just a way that has your thighs clenching. “When you called me pathetic…when you’d say I was lucky to have you do that to me.”
You lick your lips. Your right hand gently clenches the cookies in your palm. Jungkook begins to rut his hips into you.
“You were pathetic.” you respond without thinking. For a moment, you stop. Your eyes snap open and your heart jolts - you didn’t want to upset Jungkook. He was the one that held all the power between the two of you. You couldn’t risk your mother's words being right or your son worrying about you.
However, Jungkook doesn’t appear to be upset. If anything, your statement seems to excite him further. He whimpers in your ear, his hold on you growing tighter.
“And that’s why I kept on.” you continue. “I wanted to see how far you’d let me go.”
“You knew I liked you.”
It isn’t a question. Jungkook wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was in his youth.
“I knew you liked me.” you nod. “That’s what made it more fun. I liked the flush look on your cheeks when I’d bend over.”
Jungkook squeezes your breast, his breath hitching - he remembers those days too. The first time you were wearing bright yellow panties that he thought about the rest of the day. So much so that the first thing he did when he got home was cum right into his hands at the thought of them; an action that left him feeling utterly disgusting afterwards.
“I liked when you’d stutter when I spoke to you. How you’d do whatever I wanted you to.”
Jungkook’s right hand lets go of your breast and slides them down - lower and lower - until they’re forcing its way into your pants.
“You were such a pervert, too.” you gasp when Jungkook’s fingers fingers your clothed clit. This was happening entirely too fast, but the both of you were enthralled, forgetting where you’re at. “Doing anything I told you to.”
“You knew I would.” Jungkook breaths as he twirls his fingers over the fabric.
“I was only teasing when I told you to smell my panties.” you giggle - which is soon followed by a moan with how much pressure Jungkook is putting in rubbing. “But you did it like the perverted little boy you were.”
“Stop acting like you didn’t like it.” Jungkook jerks his hips once more, his bulge hardened. “You liked how perverted I was. Isn’t that what made you jump on my cock?”
You gasp, Jungkook’s fingers finding their way between the moist fabric of your panties and planting themselves right on your clit.
“Maybe…” you swallow, your head falling back. He twirls his fingers roughly. “...I felt sorry for you.”
It’s a lie and you know it. You did like how perverted Jungkook was for you and you alone.
“Is that so?” Jungkook hisses. Another squeeze to your breast. “Is that why you told me I felt so good inside of you?”
Your eyes squeeze shut. Jungkook didn’t forget a second of that day - and it was only one time. Sometimes he thinks how many other times he could’ve had you if he hadn’t slipped up and admitted he loved you. It’s the reason why he doesn’t intend on letting you go anywhere now - making up for lost times, he tells himself.
Jungkook doesn’t know those feelings he felt for you all those years ago were reciprocated.
“Daaad!”
Instantly, Jungkook removes himself from you at the sound of Jinah’s voice. Her feet sound immediately after, paddling down the hall. You stumble, but catch yourself before you could fall.
Jinah enters the kitchen seconds later, eyes bright and wide and a smile on her lips.
“Jiji…” Jungkook trails off, looking at the small girl. “...remember what I said about coming in here while I’m cooking?”
Jinah nods her head. She’s holding a paper in her hands. “Accidents.” she murmurs. “Look!”
You turn, cookies in hand as Jinah shows what she has colored to Jungkook.
Jungkook is already rounding the corner, a tint to his cheeks. He washes his hands, eyes flickering to you for a mere moment before turning back to Jinah.
“That’s amazing.” Jungkook says, smiling down at his daughter. You watch him, unsure why you find him to be cute whenever he speaks to Jinah. He isn’t cocky, he isn’t demanding. He’s just Jungkook.
“It’s me and you and,” Jinah turns to you, pointing at her with her left hand. “Y/N!”
“I see.” Jungkook takes the paper from Jinah’s small hands. “And a dog…” he chuckles, his eyes flickering to the small blob at the corner of the page. “Want to see?”
Jungkook is speaking to you now. He furrows his brows.
“Y-Yeah.” you stutter. Your feet work for you, paddling towards Jungkook and Jinah. “Wow,” you say, your voice raising like it always did whenever you talk to her - or to small children in general. “It’s so nice.”
Jinah beams up at you and Jungkook in a way that has your heart jolting.
“Let’s go hang this up.” you speak to Jinah. “Right along with the other ones.”
Jungkook allows you to take the crayon drawing from his hands, avoiding his eyes. Then, Jinah takes your hand in her smaller ones and drags you down the hall, far more excited than he’s ever seen her before.
In Jungkook’s eyes, as a young teenager going through far too many hormones and emotions, you could do no wrong. It didn’t matter that he did almost all of your work and expected nothing in return - because your attention was enough.
Jungkook realized that you were becoming a bad habit - one that had him skipping classes whenever you asked. You and he would sit right behind the school, an area secluded by tall trees and shade that left the two of you completely hidden. He recalls that this was one of his favorite memories of you. Before you had mounted him, wrapping your bare pussy around his cock and he uttered those words, you’d tease him right here.
Still, your friends didn’t know and Jungkook was positive they never would. You were his secret, one he would take to the grave with him if it meant that he could remain as such.
“You are such a cutie without your glasses.” you’d tell him, removing the frames from him and offering a low grin, your lips glistening with gloss. You begin to chew calmly, as if savoring the minty gum in your mouth. Your lips sparkle with the right amount of shine underneath the shade.
You always thought that even with said glasses, Jungkook was handsome. “I bet all the girls tell you that.”
You’re teasing him, you always do. “I don’t talk to other girls.” he’d say, repeating it over and over again, a part of you (that you’d never admit) secretly enjoying that Jungkook was yours and yours only.
“How come?” you asked, feigning ignorance. “Don’t tell me you actually like me?” you giggled, this time instead of hovering above him, you take a seat right in his lap. Your skirt is short, as is every girl in your friend group, and it rides up when you sit. “You’re like a little dog, you know? Following me around and humping my leg.”
Jungkook swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. His pants are just as thin as your panties and he feels it all. He stiffens, his cock growing embarrassingly hard as the seconds roll by, and he knows you feel it, too.
“I was right.” you giggled, tilting your head to look at him. His tinted cheeks are as cute as him, as was the humiliated expression on his face. “You can be so pathetic at times, you know?”
Softly, Jungkook nods. “I know.” he agrees silently.
You watch Jungkook closely, your eyes trailing across his face. To his rosy lips, soft eyes, to the sharpness of his jawline. Jungkook doesn’t know what you’re thinking, and you like to keep it that way. You didn’t want him to become like the other boys in school.
You lean closer to Jungkook, your crotch rubbing against him. He lets out a soft whimper at the friction. His lips part, his eyes widening as he watches you. You’re chewing the gum, this time flattening said gum along your teeth, pushing your tongue through and blowing. It pops in his face, a breeze of mint tickling his nose.
“That’s okay, Kookie,” you tell him, both of your hands settling onto his face. He could die right here, he remembered thinking, and he would be fine with that - right underneath you and in your full control “I always wanted a dog.”
Your lips fall onto his and instantly, he tastes the coconut gloss. Your tongue forces his lips apart without a fight, your tongue sliding across his possessively until he feels soft, sticky texture against his own lips. Your hips jut so softly, teasing his hardened cock against you that he’s positive you’re toying with him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
When you pull away, Jungkook inhales and nearly chokes when the gum threatens to go down his throat.
“Excuse me -Y/N!”
You stop in your tracks at the sound of your name. You turn around with knitted brows. You’re holding a box that’s full to the brim with different envelopes and paper, all assigned for you to organize - only because Jungkook had nothing else for you to do while Jinah was at school. Currently, he’s in a work meeting just down the hall and in view, the windows showcasing the amount of people and possible investors inside.
“Oh,” you offer a smile at the man. Ren is his name. He sports a soft smile your way, pushing a black cart in front of him. “hello Ren. How are you?”
“Great!” Ren exclaims. “I noticed the box you’re holding is full. Need a hand?”
Ren is one of the many assistants here that do whatever they’re told. Coffee runs to answering phones to scheduling meetings. He is indeed pushing a cart that appears to have different arrays of office supplies. “Stocking up?”
Ren nods, going around the cart to take the box from your hands. He places it on top of his cart, pushing aside a stack of papers. “Sasha likes fresh inked pens every other day.” he states. “Kaede goes through paper like crazy, so he needs his printer to be stocked daily; insane right?”
You walk besides Ren as he makes his way down the hall. With each step, the conference room comes into view. Behind it, Jungkook is speaking, using his hands to motion as he does so. You ponder what he’s talking about, but you and Jungkook rarely speak of work.
“How is it working for the big boss?” Ren questions. “He scares me.”
You glance Ren’s way, snorting. “Jungkook scares you?” you ask, tone a bit teasing. However, as your mind thinks further into it, it was obvious why Ren would find Jungkook intimidating, especially when he was a small fish compared to the shark that was Jeon Jungkook.
“You…” Ren trails off, brown eyes widening a bit. “...call him by his name? He allows that?”
Your cheeks warm at the realization, now remembering that you were the only one that didn’t speak to Jungkook professionally. You didn’t want what you were doing behind the scenes to be outed and have everyone suspecting you fucked your way into a job - even if that’s exactly what you did.
“Mr. Jeon and I go way back!” you say quickly just as you were about to pass the conference room. For a moment, behind the glass, Jungkook looks your way. His eyes glance between you, then Ren, then back to you. “We went to the same high school.”
You take your eyes away from Jungkook to focus back on Ren.
“Oh.” Ren sighs out in what you swore was relief. “I see. You two must be good friends then.”
You and Ren stop at the elevator, your destination, the top floor where Ren’s never stepped foot in. He wonders if he was even allowed without Mr. Jeon present, but you step inside just as the doors open and motion for him to follow you. Once inside, he straightens his shoulders.
“Working with Mr. Jeon isn’t all that bad. He’s very punctual, but I suppose I understand why others might find him scary.”
The elevator moves, going higher and higher.
“Yeah.” Ren murmurs. “We don’t really cross paths often, but when we do it’s…” Ren hums. “...he seems very powerful, in a way.”
You snicker. “Really? You speak of him as if he’s some type of super villain.”
Ren himself chuckles, a tint growing on his cheeks. “I mean, he is powerful. Super wealthy and still so young. We all work directly under him in this company that he’s built. I suppose I would say I find him admirable.”
The elevator dings just as Ren finishes talking. As the door opens, Ren’s eyes widen at the luxurious sight; the same way you had when you first entered the same office months prior.
Your heels click as you step inside. “You can just put the box on my desk over there.” you tell Ren. “And, I know what you mean. Mr. Jeon is admirable…”
Ren pushes the cart into the office, the sudden feeling of being under dressed overcomes him. Suddenly, his shoes weren’t shiny enough, his shirt not the correct quiet luxury brand that he knows Mr. Jeon wears.
“What was he like in Highschool?” Ren questions. He grasps the box and does what you tell him to.
Ren is young, you note, and if you had to guess, possibly fresh out of college. You ponder if this was his first “real” job where he wishes to climb the corporate ladder. He still has a bit of a baby face, his eyes containing the twinkling sense of hope that died for you years ago.
You blink a few times, your mind drifting back to the quiet kid in the back of the class that was Jeon Jungkook. Shy, timid and though not a loner, only contained a small group of friends around him.
“Smart.” you respond. “Always the top of our classes. He’s helped me a lot with my own work.” you admit, that warm feeling coming back to your cheeks. “It isn’t surprising that he has all of this.” you wave your hand around, gesturing to not only the office, but to the entire company.
“You and him were good friends?”
Ren himself thinks maybe he’s asking too many personal questions, but you hadn’t glared at him yet like others had. During his time working for this company there was only a selected few who actually treated him kindly, you being one of them.
“We…lost touch after high school.” you avoid answering the question on whether you and Jungkook were friends. Could you call it that? You used Jungkook like a tool and he allowed it, hiding whatever “relationship” you and he had from your friends.
What would you tell Ren? ‘Yes, Mr. Jeon and I go way back that I even had a secret child with him who to this day he has no idea about!’ It wasn’t idealistic.
The elevator dings again. Ren turns his head to the sound, his eyes widening when Mr. Jeon steps through.
“Sir,” Ren bows his head a bit, his hands gripping the metal cart.
Jungkook blinks towards Ren. His eyes then trail towards you. “How’s the filing coming along?” he questions.
“Just about to get started.” you murmur, glancing back towards Ren behind Jungkook. “Ren was helping me bring it up here.”
Ren blinks, panic flowing through him when Jungkook turns back to him. “Oh.” is all the older man says.
“I’ll be taking my leave, Sir. Y/N.” Ren murmurs. He can feel his palms growing sweaty at being far too close to Mr. Jeon.
“You do that.” Jungkook says as he steps deeper into his office. He rounds his desk to sit down.
You glance at Ren as he enters the elevator. The door shuts before you could say your own farewells. You couldn’t shake off the sudden uneasy feeling that clouds the office, but you otherwise don’t say anything about it.
The next hour is met in silence as you do your job - filing paperwork, making copies and even scheduling in your work laptop. Jungkook himself is silent, typing away at his computer. He hadn’t said a word the entire time and you weren’t sure if that was good or not.
“What were you and Ren talking about?”
Another hour had passed when Jungkook had spoken. You look up from your laptop to offer him a glance.
“You.” you answer.
“What about me?” Jungkook scoffs.
“He finds you admirable.” you squint your eyes his way. “Asked what it was like working alongside you.”
Jungkook doesn’t say anything further, so you do.
“He reminds me of you.” you say truthfully, glancing back to your screen. You continue to type. “Back in Highschool. He still has that sparkle in his eyes.”
“Ah,” Jungkook hums. “you like that, don’t you?”
You stop typing. Slowly, your eyes trail up to Jungkook from your own desk. Your eyes connect with his.
“What does that mean?” you question.
Jungkook shrugs one shoulder. “You like that sparkle in his eyes.” he states coolly. “It’s like you have a radar for pathetic beings to take advantage of.”
“Excuse me?” you hiss, eyes widening at his words.
“What, Y/N, are you going to fuck him next?” Jungkook snickers. “Are you going to ruin that sparkle he has in his eyes, too?”
You bite the inside of your cheek until it throbs. Your hands clench slowly.
“What is this about?” you murmur dangerously low. “Are you jealous…of Ren?”
Jungkook scoffs before laughing entirely. “Please, Y/N.”
You close your laptop, glaring eyes piercing right through Jungkook. “I think you are.” you shrug. “Maybe through Ren you see what you once were.”
Jungkook doesn’t find anything funny anymore. He watches you push back your chair and stand.
“After all these years, you’re still upset about what happened in high school.”
Jungkook’s eyes dance down your figure. “Where are you going?” he questions as he witnesses you gathering your items.
“For lunch.” you state. “Maybe I’ll ask Ren if he wants to go anywhere-”
“You’re going to get that boy fired.” Jungkook spats. He stands, rounds his desk and stalks towards you. “Sit-”
You push yourself away from Jungkook as he grasps your arm. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”
“And you’re the bitch who lives a good life because of me.” Jungkook hisses right back. “You don’t get paid to flirt in front of my face. Is that the reason you asked for ‘more work’.”
“Flirting…flirting in your face?” you snap, now genuinely appalled by his words.
At least you were right, you think, Jungkook was jealous. To think someone like him with the amount of endless money and resources would be jealous of someone that found him admirable.
“Even with all this money and power you have, Kook, you’re still the same pathetic loser who I fucked and left all those years ago and nothing is going to change that.”
You stiffen at your own words. You didn’t mean to say it aloud - or at all - you were just upset. Only your mother knew how to pinch a nerve in you like that, and now Jungkook was jabbing that same nerve repeatedly.
Immediately, you squeeze your eyes shut and mentally curse at yourself. It was a sensitive topic for not only Jungkook, but for you, as well. When you were triggered, you’d resort back to the person you once was - a total bitch. Those words had your mind flashing rapidly - to the look on Jungkook’s face when you opened his letter, to those words your mother spoke to you; “I wanted you to be more than just a pretty face. Look at you now.”
“I didn’t mean-”
“Yes you did, Y/N. That’s okay.” Jungkook interrupts. At first, upon hearing the lack of malice in his voice, you thought maybe he was telling the truth. “You think you can do better without me?”
Jungkook’s voice is dangerously low. When your eyes flutter open, he’s directly in front of you. Those dark round eyes of his are hard, piercing right through you.
“You think…”
You yelp when Jungkook’s hand slams into your head, yanking a fist full of your hair.
“...you could do any better than what I give you? I may be the same pathetic loser, but you’re still the whore that needs my help.”
Jungkook presses himself against your body. Maybe it’s the way your eyes glared at him after you called him pathetic, or maybe it was just the words - whatever it was, it caused his cock to harden. Your words rang true to the core. Deep down inside, even with all the money and notoriety he’s gained remains the same boy who was shy and reserved. The boy who followed your every word - the boy who was still stuck on you for years to come.
You inhale through your nose, taking a deep breath. You and Jungkook lock eyes, neither of you speaking but the both of you seething - and entirely a bit too aroused by the other. What you and Jungkook had going on wasn’t ethical, but it was good. Even if you weren’t sure where it was going to lead to.
“The whore you fell in love with.” you murmur, your own eyes hardening. “What does that say about you, Mr. Jeon.”
Jungkook’s throats make a noise. He’s less angered now, finding the way you’re looking at him far too appealing. His grip in your hair softens.
“Do you still love me?” you ask rather boldly. It’s fast, but your eyes flicker to his lips, the beauty mark underneath said lips was something you always found cute, as weird as it sounded. “After all these years, Mr. Jeon?” your voice softens, teasing him further. “I bet after I broke your pathetic little heart, you tried to find me in every woman you’ve been with since then, huh?”
Jungkook licks his lips. Maybe your words were harsh - true, however - and it was weird, but he finds that his cock is twitching in his pants right now. Your eyes are glaring daggers into him with such anger and annoyance, but yet you’re still so beautiful. So alluring that he bucks his hips into you further.
“And none of them satisfied that itch that you obviously still have for me.”
Your hand reaches up to touch his hand that’s still in your hair. Jungkook’s throat makes another noise, a whimper that notifies not only him, but you, that you were far too correct.
“Admit you’re jealous.”
Jungkook furrows a brow, asking a silent question.
“Of Ren.” you murmur, slowly removing Jungkook’s tattooed hand from your head. Your thumb caresses the top of said hand, eyes watching Jungkook.
“I can never be jealous of someone who couldn’t take you from me.” Jungkook speaks coolly. “I’m pathetic but not incompetent. You’re right where you want to be. Where I want you to be.”
It’s weird that Jungkook has a switch to him. How he could freely admit that he was so pathetically down bad for you while also being so confident that whatever he felt you also reciprocated.
“How can you be so certain this is where I want to be?” you raise an eyebrow. “I could just be using you until I get bored.”
You aren’t expecting a low smirk to form onto Jungkook’s rosy lips. Sure, you aren’t too serious - it was just playful banter. But still, you wanted the man to gravel at your feet, not match your pettiness.
“You’re good for that, aren’t you?” Jungkook murmurs. “You want to hear me say that I’m jealous of another man to stroke your own ego, huh?”
Jungkook removes his hand from your own to place it onto your cheek. His thumb places itself on your lips, tracing it slowly. The closeness of the both of you causes heat to radiate off of one another. You can feel his bulge against you, the heartbeat between your legs only growing with each passing second.
“You aren’t leaving me.”
Unblinking are Jungkook’s eyes as he speaks; straight to the point. He doesn’t budge an inch, his closeness radiating even more heat that flows throughout your entire body underneath his gaze.
Jungkook is serious, but the way you hear it is not the way he intends. Your mind hears Jungkook’s “you aren’t leaving me” as if it's something you couldn’t afford to do. No, it wasn’t that at all. What Jungkook truly means is he wasn’t going to allow you to leave him again like you had all those years ago; shut him out and go your separate ways. Not again - not ever.
“You can’t stop me.”
And of course you spoke. You couldn’t help yourself. The smug look on Jungkook’s (handsome) face was enough for you to want to prove him wrong.
“If I wanted to leave, I could.” you continue. “Just be happy I haven’t yet.”
“But you aren’t going to.” Jungkook says, dropping his hand from your cheek to your neck.
Your lips part, a soft breath passing through as Jungkook’s palm cups your neck, fingers digging ever so gently into it.
“Did you think I was joking with you when I said that you’ll do as I say?”
With a free hand, Jungkook grasps your waist to bring you closer to him. His grip on your neck tightens.
“Before, I gave you a bit of a choice.” Jungkook murmurs, bringing himself closer to you. His nose grazes yours softly. “Now, however, I’m not.”
Jungkook’s lips are the softest pair of lips you ever tasted. You learned that though he was a man, he had a thorough routine that left his skin soft, his hair silky and smooth and his lips soft.
Even if your body craved for Jungkook that left an aching heartbeat between your legs, it’s your own will that pushes the man away - even if he didn’t go far. A slap sounds throughout the office so loud and sudden that it stuns even you.
Jungkook’s stinging cheek doesn’t upset him - no, the opposite. He’s even more excited by your action that he almost asks you to do it again.
“You talk as if I belong to you.” your eyes squint at the man.
“You do.” Jungkook responds without a second passing. “I’ll be damned if someone else gets to fuck this sweet pussy of yours.”
Jungkook’s hand finding their way into your skirt in a manner of seconds has you yelping. He cups your pussy, the heartbeat only growing more rapid. Your thighs clench around his hand for a moment, your reaction giving yourself away.
“You’re just a stubborn bitch is all, Y/N. You always have been.” Jungkook chuckles, licking his lips. “But I’m not a little boy who’s afraid of a challenge. You like to be chased,” he shrugs his shoulders, so nonchalant and cool. “so I’ll let you run.”
You hate how Jeon Jungkook makes your body feel - so warm and weak that your thighs tremble with anticipation. He has a hold on you that he’s never truly had before and that thought both frightens and excites you.
“I’ve had a long day so far.”
Jungkook’s fingers rub against your clothed pussy until the fabric grows damp with arousal.
“Meetings after meetings,” Jungkook licks his lips before continuing. “and at the end of it all, I come to you for relaxation. But all you’ve given me was attitude.”
“We aren’t going to rewrite history.” you murmur, because it’s the only way you could say it without your voice cracking. “You started with me.”
“I did.” Jungkook’s lip twitches upwards, attempting to avoid the smirk that would surely send you into a rage. “What do you want me to say, Y/N? That I was jealous?” he questions, adding more pressure to his rubs, his gaze hardening on your face for any ounce of expression. “You talking to Ren, no matter how much of a downgrade he is from me-”
You roll your eyes. Not completely out of pure annoyance from Jungkook’s audacity, but also because your pussy was growing wetter with each passing moment.
“-reminds me of when you’d do the same all those years ago. Toy with me just to go back to living your life.”
“You want me to apologize, Kookie?” your voice is so breathy; so full of need. Your eyes flutter a bit. “That you’re so insecure that even someone you deemed lesser than you has the possibility of stealing me away.”
Jungkook chuckles. He knows that you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Your degrading words are so sweet to his ears - they always have been. Instead of responding, his fingers dig into your panties and push them aside. He slides said fingers right on through and gathers more than enough of your juices all over him.
“You have the sweetest pussy, you know?” Jungkook continues to slide his invasive fingers until he finds your entrance. “She always gets nice and wet for me, too.”
You’re hoisted right against your desk, Jungkook pushing himself right between your thighs so you don’t have the chance to close them. He begins to pump inside of you as your gummy walls squeeze around him so sweetly.
“Cat got your tongue?” Jungkook leans closer. “Where did all that mouth go, baby? You know I like when you talk shit to me.”
Jungkook’s palm rubs against your clit as his fingers drill inside of you. You can feel your own hips buckling into him, a tiny part of your mind telling you to fight back, but your body wouldn’t listen.
“Oh, I forgot.” Jungkook snorts. “You know when to shut the fuck up when I’m inside you, right?”
Your pussy squelches so loud, as if responding for him before you had the chance to. It’s what he truly loves about you, amongst other things.
You cum hard around Jungkook’s fingers that you’re a trembling mess, but even then he replaces them with something bigger. He doesn’t hold back, either, as he plunges his cock deep inside of you. He does it so needily, as if proving an unspoken point.
The desk creaks beneath you, but it’s just added noise along with the grunts, moans, whimpers and slapping skin.
Your legs wrap around Jungkook, your hands snatching his expensive shirt to pull him closer to you. Your foreheads touch right as you capture his lips, an action he adores whenever he’s deep inside your pussy.
The kiss is just as lewd as the fucking is, saliva pooling from the corner of your mouth as your tongue fights against his, your squeezing cunt caging him in. Jungkook feels like he’s sinking deeper and deeper into you entirely, the world around him blurring until all he could focus on is you.
“-don’t stop~” you whimper against Jungkook’s lips.
“I’m not.” Jungkook grunts. “I waited all day to cum inside of you.”
You fall back against your desk and that allows Jungkook enough time to rip your own buttoned shirt open. He shoves your bra down just enough for him to grasp a fist full of your bouncing breast.
“You take me so well, baby.” groans Jungkook, your hardened nipple right against his palm. “If only you could see the way you look right now.”
You whine - because the way Jungkook looks now right above you is just as amazing. A bit of sweat lined his forehead, dark eyes clouded with lustful purpose. His perfectly trimmed eyebrows scrunched together in concentration.
“You’re so handsome, Kookie~” you moan, the pits of your stomach churning. “To think you’ve gone from the pathetic little boy who’d hump my leg if I asked, to a man.”
Jungkook’s breathing hitches, his palms tightening on your breast. Your words get a rise out of him, one that has his hand wrapping around your neck firmly. “Yeah?” he snorts. “I’m not that same boy.”
“You are.” your body squirms, his cock drilling deeper and deeper that you’re surprised you can even form words still. “Still so pathetic.”
Jungkook’s tip hits right at your cervix, so hot and merciless. Your squelching pussy enjoys every assaulting second of it.
“And yet here you are,” Jungkook barks back. “allowing me to use your pussy to my liking. You’re just as pathetic as me, baby.”
“I never said I wasn’t.” you spat back, followed by a string of curses that has your stomach sinking in. Then, your bratty tone changes entirely and you mewl out a “I’m cumming!”
“I know you are, baby. Let it go.” Jungkook chuckles, ramming his cock in you; deep, filthy and sloppy.
Your cunt is sopping, a creamy white ring decorates his cock. He grumbles to himself at the sight of you - then at the audacity to think that he’d ever let you leave him again. The past several months he had grown accustomed to your presence in his office and his home - and his bedroom. He enjoyed the lingering aroma of your perfume that stuck to him that got him through until he saw you next.
Jungkook liked to think he was a territorial man, not a jealous one. He knew how you were with those you deemed lesser than you - and Ren was exactly that. A weakling with sparkling eyes and full of hopefulness; eager to please anyone around him. It didn’t disgust Jungkook entirely until he saw the man and you made your way up the elevator.
Again, Jungkook was territorial, and he’d be damned if he allowed you to demean and walk all over a man that wasn’t him.
Your body shudders entirely, twitching underneath Jungkook’s pumping cock. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your body twitching due to overstimulation. His hand is wrapped firmly around your neck, not letting you go until he’s had enough of you.
And after all you’ve said to him, you’re sure he was claiming dominance over you.
“You look so pretty like this, baby. Fucked out, whimpering…”
Your gummy walls continue to consume him entirely, bringing him in deeper and deeper. The desk scraps aggressively underneath you. The slapping of his skin against yours is an added base, one he couldn’t get enough of.
“I still have another meeting to get to,” Jungkook groans, his eyes hardening. He could take you another 3 times if he could just to show you how serious he is about claiming you as his. “but tonight I want you in my bed.”
Jungkook lets go of your neck to trail his hand down your body and right between your legs. His thumb presses at your clit and he circles the bud, licking his lips at how your thighs clench.
“Slow d-down!” you stutter, but the way your pussy squeezes him tells Jungkook that you love the way he’s touching you. “It’s too much.”
“You can handle it.” Jungkook chuckles. “It feels better when we cum together, baby, and you’ve already came twice.”
Your lower back arches as your hands reach out to grasp onto anything for support. Your rolling eyes has Jungkook far too smug because it was him who was doing this to you. It was him who had you completely fucked out and creaming all over his cock like the slut you’ve always been.
Him, Jungkook thinks. He finds that he often dwells in the past and thinks of the “what if’s”. What if he hadn’t ruined things between the two of you - would you have continued to see him? Even if it was just as an outlet for you to demean and taunt him. Would you have grown to like him as something more?
Now, Jungkook finds that living in the past and constantly thinking of the “what if’s” would do nothing for him. Instead, he had to see what you and he could be in the present - and right now, more than anything, you were his.
“-too much!” you squeal, your squelching pussy growing louder and louder. There isn’t any use in closing your legs as Jungkook isn’t allowing it - not until you’re cumming all over him again. The pleasure is intense and painful, your body trembling right on top of the desk pathetically.
“I know you can handle it, baby.” Jungkook grumbles, his eyes dancing between your creamy pussy to your face. “Where’s the slut with the bitchy attitude?”
Jungkook himself isn’t going to last much longer.
Jungkook catches your eyes fluttering open, glossy and lustful, stare right at him.
“Ah, theeeerrree she is.” Jungkook smirks. He adds pressure to your wet clit. “
“Fu-uck you.” you breathe right before cumming yet again, just as pleasured as before but this time with added pain due to the overstimulation. Goosebumps litter your skin, your head falling back against the desk.
“Fuck~” Jungkook hisses, shooting hot, sticky cum right inside of you.
Jungkook falls on top of you, his cock continuing to twitch until there is nothing left. His head is in your chest, listening as your heart beats erratically, your breathing hitched.
“I-”
Jungkook is cut off. The elevator began to sound and that only meant one thing. “What the fuck?” he hisses, annoyed. He removes himself from you. “Why did Lei let someone up without informing me first?”
Jungkook pulls his pants up and tightens his belt. “Maybe it’s Lei herself.” he murmurs to himself. His eyes look down at you and whistles. “Get dressed, baby. Don’t want her to see how good I’ve fucked you, right?”
The elevator continues to ding, indicating that it’s drawing nearer and nearer.
You button up your shirt with trembling hands. You find your panties on the ground and scramble to pull them up and attempt to make yourself presentable. “I fucking hate you sometimes.” you hiss at Jungkook.
“Yeah, I bet you do.” Jungkook retorts.
You roll your eyes and run a hand over your head. Your hair was now frizzy, your once neat but now appearing entirely fucked up.
“I’m serious. I don’t want Lei to think-”
“That you’re fucking me?” Jungkook interrupts. “Fucking your boss?”
Jungkook rounds the corner and sits back at his desk. He sends a sly smirk your way.
“Maybe I should fuck you in front of everyone-”
“Jungkook-”
The elevator sounds before the doors open. You straighten your shoulders, waiting for Lei to walk through.
Only Lei doesn’t walk through.
Your eyes widen and your body runs cold.
“Tae?” you murmur at the sight of your son. His eyes glance around the office. He appears much like you did when you first arrived. “What…w-what are you doing here?”
Jungkook’s eyebrows knit. His mind racks in his mind. Tae…
Ji-tae.
Jungkook’s eyes watch as the younger boy steps into the office. It’s eerily silent on your end.
“Ma,” Ji-tae responds. “grandmother told me you worked here.”
Ma, Jungkook thinks. The words ring through his ears over and over again. His eyes drag towards you. You’re entirely stiff, your eyes wide and from here he notes, a bit glossy.
“Why aren’t you in school?” you swallow the lump in your throat. You take a deep breath. “H-How did you even get-”
“Got out early.” Ji-tae responds. His eyes glance to Jungkook to find the older man is already staring at him. “I’ve passed all my finals and didn’t need to be there.”
Your own eyes look towards Jungkook. Your heart jolts when, at the exact moment, his eyes dart back to you. That look in his eyes; that of realization. He’s done the calculation in his head, and even if he hadn’t, Ji-tae looked far too much like him for the man to not put it together.
Ji-tae’s eyes scans your appearance. His eyes squint just a bit.
“Let me take you home.” your knees feel weak when you walk towards your desk and grab your bag.
“You didn’t tell me you had a son.”
Jungkook rises from his seat. Ji-tae’s eyes glanced at him once more.
“I’m going to take him home.” you don’t look Jungkook’s way. You needed to get out of this situation immediately. “I-I’ll be-”
“Am I interrupting?”
Jungkook furrows his brows at the younger boy. He wasn’t talking to you, but to him.
“Of course not.” your heels click against the ground as you make your way towards Ji-tae.
“You must be smart to pass all of your finals so early on.”
Your trembling hand wraps around your son's wrist.
Jungkook thinks it’s like staring into a mirror when he looks at Ji-tae, the younger boy's glaring eyes staring right back at him.
“Yeah.” is all Ji-tae says as you tug him towards the elevator. You press the button and nearly shove your son inside with you.
“Y/N” Jungkook calls just as you press the button to the lobby. “we’ll talk another time.”
Jungkook watches the way your eyes meet his as the elevator doors closes.
trivia-yandere: okay… 👁️ so what are we thinking?? like ofc this isnt the og version i was going with but like, i actually like the drama of a secret kid that a few ppl suggested. soap opera vibes 🤪
title: drakskar
pairings: general!jungkook, yandere!jk x duchess/cadet f!reader
genre: fourth wing au, dark romance, arranged marriage au, smut, porn with plot, fanstasy au
word count: 16,5 K
beta read: lovely @chaoticpuff17
summary: To escape an arranged political marriage to the infamous marked-one general, Jeon Jungkook, you enroll in the Riders Quadrant instead—choosing dragons and near-certain death over becoming his wife. But fate proves crueler than politics when you bond a dragon mated to his.
disclaimer: this is a Fourth Wing AU and therefore borrows lore, concepts, and certain dynamics from Rebecca Yarros’ original worldbuilding. This oneshot was inspired by chapter 22 and explores the idea of what if xaden never taught violet how to shield from the mating bond? all recognizable elements belong to their rightful owners.
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Cadets enrolled in the Riders Quadrant are hereby forbidden from entering into holy matrimony while under active training and service. Any marriage contract, ceremony, or binding recognised outside military authority shall be considered null and void for the duration of enrollment. Violation of this clause is treated as a breach of Quadrant discipline and subject to command review. A rider’s allegiance belongs first to their dragon, then their wing. Marriage is not prohibited. It is deferred until survival is no longer uncertain.
–ARTICLE SEVEN, SECTION TWO
THE DRAGON RIDER’S CODEX
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!”
“In my defence, your proposal was always deeply inconvenient.” You fold your arms. A dangerous pause, you’re waiting for him to snap at you, which…he does.
“We were supposed to be married by now!”
“No, right. My apologies.” You gesture vaguely. Something dark flickers behind his eyes. He pushes off the table and begins walking toward you. His boots echo once. Twice. You hate that your body registers each step as he keeps walking.
“You crossed the parapet,” he says, like he still hasn’t fully accepted the reality of it. “Without training.”
“Yes. I made it.”
“Barely.”
“Still counts.”
He stops in front of you now, close enough that you have to tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact.
“You disappeared before dawn,” he says, voice lower now. “Left your family in chaos, your escort unconscious and half the capital convinced you’d been abducted.”
You wince. In fairness, the unconscious escort had been a regrettable necessity. Unhinged move that you’ll be apologising for later…in life.
“They’ll recover.”
“That is not the issue,” you swear you can hear his teeth grind against each other.
“No, I gathered–”
A humourless breath escapes him. For a second, he just looks at you. Not with anger, exactly. Something more exhausting. Like you have personally shortened his lifespan by several years.
“This,” he says quietly, gesturing once toward you, toward Basgiath, toward all of your terrible life choices, “was a deeply irritating move.”
“You thought enrolling here would solve your problem?” Jungkook continues in his…lecture? Preaching?
“It actually did,” you retort.
“No–” his voice is maddeningly certain. “It changed the location of your problem.”
“The Codex is clear.” You fold your arms tighter. That earns you the faintest shift in his expression. Almost amusement. Almost.
“Yes,” Jungkook says dryly. “I’ve finished this death college. I lived by the codex…sort of.”
“Then you understand the complication.”
“You seem to be under the impression that a bureaucratic clause is what was keeping this arrangement intact.”
That… is not the answer you wanted. Your stomach tightens.
“You cannot possibly mean—”
“If you wish to be here,” he cuts in, “then be here.” His tone is level. Controlled. Too controlled.
“I will not drag you from the Riders’ Quadrant because you wanted to prove a goddamn point.”
That surprises you. Enough that your guard slips, just slightly. Jungkook notices. Of course, he notices and continues.
“You crossed the parapet. You earned your place.” There’s something almost respectful in the words. Almost.
Then:
“But let’s be very clear.” His gaze sharpens, pinning you in place more effectively than any physical restraint could.
“This changes absolutely nothing.” The words land like stones. Your jaw tightens and you tighten your fists.
“You don’t get to decide that alone anymore–”
“No,” he agrees, infuriatingly calm. “But you do not get to vanish into a death college and pretend I will simply… what? Move on?”
Well. When he says it like that, it sounds almost ridiculous. Which is inconvenient.
“I entered the Riders’ Quadrant,” you say, forcing steadiness into your voice, “because I–”
“Because you don’t want me? Is that it?” The interruption lands like a blade thrown with terrifying precision. He steps closer, but you don’t move back. Your lips part, but for one humiliating second, absolutely nothing comes out.
Because of all the responses you’d prepared for this conversation—anger, threats, political manipulation, outrage—that was not one of them. Not even remotely. Jungkook watches you carefully. Not like a general assessing a cadet. Like a man waiting for an answer he actually intends to remember.
“Because Basgiath is the only place in this kingdom where my name belongs to me.”
For the first time, something in his expression softens. Not much. Just enough to be dangerous.
“You think I don’t understand that?” That throws you. Because no, actually—you hadn’t considered that possibility. Not really when he was eager to give you his name.
Jungkook studies your face for a long moment before speaking again.
“If being a rider is what you want,” he says, quieter now, “then I’ll allow this.”
“How generous of you.” You bristle instantly. His mouth twitches. But his next words erase any satisfaction you might have gotten from that.
“However,” he says, “if this becomes too much for you—if you are overwhelmed, too injured, or one reckless decision away from becoming dragon food—I will remove you myself.”
“You can’t do that.” Your eyes widen at his proclamation.
“Watch me.”
“The Codex—”
“Fuck the Codex.”
The sheer bluntness of it knocks the air from your lungs. Jungkook leans in slightly, voice dropping low enough to feel less like conversation and more like a threat wrapped in velvet.
“If you thrive here, then fine. Stay. Bond a dragon. Graduate. Become the most insufferable rider Basgiath has ever produced but you will be my wife.”
“The Codex says no cadet can marry while enrolled,” you say, clinging perhaps a little too hard to the one technicality currently standing between you and total loss of autonomy.
As if a paragraph in military law is somehow stronger than the man currently looking at you, like bureaucracy is a mild inconvenience. Jungkook’s expression doesn’t so much as flicker.
“Yes–” he says.
“And eventually, you will no longer be a cadet.”
𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬: the full fic is now available on ko-fi for fairy club subscribers - 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢
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“You married Taehyung because of an arrangement between the court and your family. While the connection might seem political at first, it is very far from that. Mutual love, adoration and scorching passion make up the foundation of your union, lots of laughter and quiet nights fill everyday life. Your pleasure is of greatest importance to him, his happiness your most desirable goal. One hot summer’s day, you decide that he deserves to feel just as good as he always makes you feel, and so you ride him in your doctor’s office.”
Pairing: Army General!Taehyung x Royal Healer!Reader
Warnings: subbish!Taehyung, Domish!Reader, she is feeling herself and Taehyung is into it, kneeling & puppy eyes, first time they're doing it in cowgirl, making out, neck kisses, body worship, nipple play & licking, penetrative vaginal sex, unprotected sex 'cause historical, definite muscle kink, buff!Taehyung, sweaty!Taehyung, semi-public sex, praise & good boy kink, dirty talk, creampies, giggly aftercare
Worcount: 6.2k | Minors DNI you will be blocked & reported
a/n: y'all hopefully didn't think you've seen the last of general!tae because ya didn't LORD writing this story was a need, i'm being so serious i needed to fictionally ride him like a bull otherwise i'd have imploded. look forward to more stories with him besties 🤍 and ah! leave some comments hihihih <3
“Lady ___, what brings you here?” the owner of Moonbar asks you, surprised to see you in his establishment outside the normal opening hours.
People are cleaning around you and merchants carry in their deliveries. You are aware that you are currently not welcome here, but you have a very important reason for your visit.
“Good day. Is Lady Inna setting up already?” you ask him.
“Yes, she is.”
“Can I perhaps see her for a moment? I need to speak with her. I will even pay.”
“I shall ask. Please wait here.”
You wait by the bar, trying not to stand in the way of anyone working. Your heart is pounding. This is definitely not comfortable for you, but you must be brave. If you hadn’t been brave back then, you never would have found out how amazing life can be. You got to learn companionship, a wonderful husband and amazing sex. Such amazing sex, the kind which makes you change your stance in public when you think of it for too long.
“Lady Inna is willing to see you”, the owner’s voice rips you back to reality, reminding you not to fantasise about your husband naked and pleasured.
“Oh! Yes, thank you.”
You hurry to the back, hoping that nobody can see you. You feel less shame around your needs these days, but you still have a reputation to up hold. You would rather not be seen seeking sex advice.
Back to the sex. It is amazing. Taehyung has you regularly arching your back. He is such an attentive listener, always brimming with passion, and he takes your pleasure very seriously. To top it all off, he is the most amazing, most wonderful and sweetest husband outside the bedroom. He makes you laugh, he listens, he is kind and he loves hugs. You also love hugs. And you love him. So much.
So much in fact that you want to make him just as happy as he makes you.
“Good day, Lady Inna.”
“Good day, Lady ___. What a surprise it is to see you.”
Lady Inna does not wear her signature up-do yet, combing her long hair. She is not wearing any make-up either, looking a lot younger without it. Her rope is a bright pink and slightly out of fashion.
“I hope that I am not disturbing you”, you say, closing the door behind you.
“You aren’t. I hope you do not mind my appearance. I haven’t put on powder yet.”
“You are beautiful, Lady Inna.”
“Oh? Oh my, thank you.” She giggles and turns to you fully. “What can I do for you?”
Nervous, you sit down in front of her.
“I don’t know how to say it”, you confess.
“Perhaps I can guess it.”
“Go ahead.”
“You have troubles in your marriage and you need my advice.”
“Ah, no. The very opposite, actually. We get along well and I want to surprise my husband, which is why I need your advice because I do not know how to do it.”
“Tell me.”
“It embarrasses me to talk this way, but uhm…Lady Inna, I wish to learn how to ride my husband.”
Unlike you expected, she does not seem even the slightest bit baffled by your confession. She hums in understanding and nods her head.
“He must be a great husband if you are willing to do something for him.”
“He is. He is so wonderful.”
“Your husband is General Kim, yes?”
Your face heats up and a giddy smile tugs on your lips.
“He is”, you sigh dreamily.
“Mhhm, a handsome man. Strong as well.”
“Really strong. It makes me hot just thinking about it.” You fluster. “Forgive me, that was improper.”
“Nothing you could say is improper. I earn my money telling stories of passion, my dear.”
“That is true now that you mention it.”
She snickers, nodding her head. She is not in the slightest bit ashamed of her profession and she shouldn’t be. Now that you know how fun passion can be, you admire what she does for the women who perhaps do not have good sex in their lives. You could not imagine such a life for yourself and you feel really bad for any wife who does not get pleasured properly.
“Before I can teach you, I must know a few things. Have you ever been on top?” Lady Inna asks, flustering you. She notices, reaching out to calm you. “There is no judgement here. You can talk freely with me.”
“No, uhm, I haven’t been on top. Ever.”
“I see. Have you been on a horse before?”
“What? Why would I do that with a horse???”
“No gods, not like this. Have you ever ridden a horse the normal way?”
“Ah. This makes more sense. Yes, I have.”
“I see. Very good, then I know what to work with. Lie down.”
“Huh?”
“Lie down.”
You follow her order, albeit very confused. You get comfortable on the floor, head propped on a pillow. Lady Inna gathers her dress so that her legs are free then does the unthinkable thing of climbing your lap.
“Wait! What?!” you gasp, sitting up straight.
She puts her hands on your shoulders and pushes you back down. It knocks the air out of you, her weight on you is burning hot.
“First rule: it is terribly arousing for some men when you pin them down”, she says, running her hands along your arms. “Most are very proud of their muscles, so praise his strength as you touch him.”
She grabs your hands and puts them on her hips, lighting up your cheeks in giddiness. She is very soft.
“He will go mad if you do this.”
She begins to move on top of you, hands covering yours and eyes locked onto your face. You do not dare to breathe. Her hair falls so alluringly, her hips are so active between your hands.
“Can you feel how I move my hips back and forth?” she asks.
“Y-yes.”
“This movement is very pleasurable for you, and gives him a moment to breathe. Use it to guide his hands over your body.”
She shows you. You have never in your life felt a woman’s body as intimately as hers and you are a healer. She even makes you cup her breasts, which are very soft. Gods, you are burning up.
She drops your hands to her hips again.
“If you want to make the pleasure about him, you have to bounce on him up and down like this.”
She places her hands on your shoulders for balance and begins bouncing on your lap. You could take your hands off her hips, but you don’t, gawking at her with parted lips.
“You can control the depth in which he enters you and the speed. Another way to ride him is to bend back.”
She arches her back and puts her hands on your shins. She is more on her knees this way, exposing herself. If she was naked, you would have perfect view of her… This is too sinful to put into words. Oh, you are burning up hot.
“He can touch you this way and because you have to tense to support yourself, you are tighter.”
“O-okay.”
She straightens up again, placing her hands on each side of your head. Her hair falls loosely, framing your face. It smells sweetly floral.
“Look into his eyes, kiss him and his neck. Some men like their nipples to be touched. And most importantly, remember to switch it up if you want him to last long. Men tend to be very eager when a woman rides them.”
“Alright”, you whisper, feeling short of breath.
She smiles, “good. Now let us switch places and let me see how you move.”
It is needless to say that you leave Moonbar embarrassingly damp at the very least, properly soaked at the most. This was the most interesting, yet also highly confusing situation you have ever found yourself in. Lady Inna is truly a woman like no other.
Compromised and struggling to walk, you seek out Taehyung once you are back at the palace. He is on the training grounds, wearing nothing more than loose pants and a linen shirt. His arms are exposed, glistening in the sunlight and his hair is tied up loosely. Gods, this man is going to kill you.
He is currently lost in his training, eyes closed in concentration. With the way Lady Inna riled you up, you wish to be the sweat pearls sitting on his face.
“Mistress, hello”, Jimin greets you with a bow. He is equally as sweaty and loosely clothed. His long hair is tied back in four braids.
“Hello, general.”
Taehyung opens his eyes, gaze softening instantly. He drops the weights. The veins in his arms are bulging all the way up to his shoulders because of working his muscles. You will faint if he continues to exist.
“Beloved. What a surprise. You never visit these grounds.” He furrows. “Wait. You never visit these grounds. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
You close the distance to him, pulling him down so you can whisper into his ear. You put your hands on his upper arms unapologetically, considering for a very short moment whether you should lick his ear. Yes, you are very hungry for him.
“I’m aroused. Do you have time?” you whisper, squeezing his arms.
Taehyung steps back, eyes widened. You have never been this bold before.
“Woah. Really?”
You nod your head, staring at his lips and craving the taste of his kiss.
“What’s the matter?” Jimin asks.
“She uh, we uhm.”
“It’s embarrassing, but a very heavy patient fell in my office and I cannot lift him without Taehyung’s help. Please don’t tell anyone, it’s embarrassing.”
“Oh dear, do you need a third pair of hands? I can help.”
“No, that won’t be necessary. If Taehyung has time to help?”
“I do. Oh, you bet I do. Where did you say he was? Your office?”
“Yes, my office.” You grab his hand. “It is urgent so we should hurry.”
“Of course.”
You tug him with you. Jimin lifts his hand in a wave.
“Good luck! Call for me if you need me!”
“We will not call for him, will we?” Taehyung asks you in a whisper.
“Obviously not.”
You pull Taehyung into the office and lock the door.
“Windows.”
“Wait. Here? But I thought you said that you did not want it here in case of patients.”
“I cannot last till home. I need you right now. Close the windows.”
“Alright, wow.”
Taehyung hurries to them to follow your orders obediently. The paper screens let in the sunlight, painting the room in a warm, yellow light. He turns and startles because you are right in front of him. Craze reflects in your eyes like a feral animal, making him gulp.
“We have to be quiet”, you say.
“Okay.”
“Undress me.”
Your orders are clear and urgent. Taehyung obeys happily, albeit very confused. You have never been so boldly aroused before. At least not in public and definitely not with such dominant tones in your voice.
Because it is almost summer, you do not wear as many layers and undressing you is easier than in winter. He unlaces your jacket and helps you take off your pants. Your underwear gets discarded quickly because you joined his hands halfway through it as you could not wait any longer.
Nude and heated up, you face him. This is unbelievable to him. You, fully naked in a semi-public place. He swears that it makes him dizzy.
“Kiss me”, you order, grasping the back of his neck.
“I love your behaviour”, Taehyung says and gladly kisses you.
You moan, pressing yourself against him as close as possible. His body is so hot, increasing the fire in your stomach and the hunger of your touches.
Taehyung has a difficult time matching your rhythm today, swaying slightly because you keep pulling him closer and closer and closer. He finds balance on your butt, eliciting a needy moan from you. Your hips tilt into his touch, your hands glide down his neck and arms.
“Touch me, yes touch me”, you feed him the words, moaning with every new inch he explores.
His muscles are so hard, his skin is glistening. He makes you so fucking wet. You shove your tongue between his lips, allowing him to suck on it rather desperately. His right hand disappears between your legs, fingers parting your folds. You purr, chasing his touch with needy hips. The kiss breaks as a consequence. He did it because he needed to look at you.
“You are soaked. What the fuck happened?”
“I’ll tell you later. Get naked. I’ll do the pants.”
“I really love your attitude.”
Together, you undress him and soon he matches the state of you. The sunlight kisses your bared bodies, warming your skins and illuminating the paths of you. Sunlight on your naked bodies. What a wonderful kind of intimacy to share.
You cannot stop staring, biting your lip.
He is sporting a semi. Thick, bulging veins on his stomach lead your eyes to it. You really have to fuck him more often after a workout. He is so sexy.
Taehyung closes the distance and leans in for a kiss but you stop him.
“Get on the floor.”
“You are really different today. What did you do?” he asks, obeying your orders.
He kneels, palms facing up and eyes like that of a good puppy. His cock grows with each second, a subtle flush lies itself over his skin.
“Just something.”
“Something? Care to enlighten me?”
“Yes. Change positions. Sit.”
Taehyung obeys, looking up at you afterwards. Again, his puppy eyes are to die for. You simply have to reach down and pet his head. He smiles, tilting his head so you can pet him a lot better.
“You listen so well”, you praise, watching his cock twitch in response. Of course he would like that. He is such a lover for praise.
You lower yourself and run your hand to his arm. He inspects it, then your face, brow cocked in question. You let your body do the explaining. With your hand still on his arm, you climb his lap. Taehyung watches, breathing quickening more and more. Your bare cunt is pressing against his naked thigh. You are seriously so soaked, marking him with it.
Tingles run along his spine when you dance your hands down his arms. His neck gets touched as well, his chest next. Taehyung swears that he feels on fire when you explore him this way. The flames flicker when your hands disappear to his stomach and connect with his sensitive skin.
“Such a strong man. So muscular.”
He is heated up, abs tensing as you drag your hands up his torso. Tingles follow, more and more of his body gets covered in goosebumps.
You meet his eyes, talking to him in a sultry voice.
“I want you.”
Taehyung’s breath trembles, eyelids fluttering as he fights his emotions. Only you can manage to arouse him and fluster him at the same time.
You touch him more. His face, because he is beautiful. Taehyung exhales shakily, leaning into your palms. Your kiss on his forehead forces him to squeeze his eyes shut and whimper just a little. You are suddenly so soft with him, it weakens him so much. With a gentle tilt, you have him looking up at you.
Your adoration reflects in his lovedrunk puppy eyes, he is struggling not to absolutely crumble in your hands.
You kiss him. An actual whimper leaves him, his arms close around you tightly. Of course they do. Taehyung could survive in your arms if you let him. He told you so before. His eagerness is no surprise to you so you know exactly how to rein him back.
You let go of his face and push your elbows out, forcing his arms to open this way. The kiss breaks despite his mewl.
“Slow”, you whisper, giving him your hands to hold.
“Slow”, he breathes, nodding his head obediently.
“Good boy.”
You reward him with a chaste kiss, guiding his hands to his sides. He obeys even if it is difficult. Your behaviour is untypical. He cannot predict your actions. The unpredictability should scare him, but it doesn’t. Not with you.
Happy with his obedience, you dance your left hand to his chest. You cradle the back of his head with your other hand and with a firm push, you have him down on the floor.
Taehyung collides in an audible grunt, mouth falling open and eyes widening. His hair is messy, spreading on the bamboo mat. His cheeks flush a soft red.
“What are you doing?” he chokes out.
“You’ll see”, you say and connect your lips with his neck, hands dancing to his arms and shoulders. His taste is intoxicating, his smell alluring.
He inhales sharply, back arching off the floor and pulse fluttering. This goes down as the most amazing sensation ever. Taehyung feels as if he is floating above the clouds. This is the first time he is on his back with you on top of him. Just as it is the first time that you actively pin him down. This isn’t you. At least it shouldn’t be, so why do your movements feel so goddamn natural? You know exactly where to place your lips to make it heavenly or where to put your hands to render him useless. Taehyung swears that when you lift your head again after marking up both sides of his neck, he is dazed.
He can’t even kiss you back properly when you initiate, mewling and licking into your mouth more than he kisses.
“Mhhm, beloved”, you purr, tugging on his lower lip before kissing down his neck and chest.
You set your tongue on his salty skin and lick the sweat right off his nipple. This is heavenly, making Taehyung gasp and tense his pecs.
“You taste so good”, you growl and bite into him. Hard.
“Mistress”, Taehyung gasps in response, bucking his hips. His nipple throbs, skin burning in desire.
“Mhhm so delicious”, you lull, licking him in thick, languid strokes. Again, all of this highly untypical of you.
“A-ah, wow.”
“Mhhm, I know. Such a perfect nipple”, you say and bite into it.
Again, you never talked like this before. Let alone bit him. Taehyung swears that he can feel his heart beat in his cock. He is so hard for you. And whiney. And needy. And wet.
“Mistress, please”, he begs, writhing under you.
You sit up with your hands on his chest and arch your back so your butt sticks out, smiling down at him and fingers playing with his nipples.
“Please what?”
“Can I fuck you?”
“No.” You stub his nose. “No, I do the fucking today.”
“Huuuh???”
Taehyung looks up at you like a starstruck, eternally loyal puppy. So endearing that you would coo at him if you both weren’t so fucking wet in arousal. Cooing can wait.
You lift yourself off his lap to position yourself over his cock and wrap your hand around it, holding it in place. He is so erect, pulse throbbing under your touch.
“Get it?” you ask, rubbing yourself against him. So wet. So messy. So hot.
“Yes.” He mewls and begs with his eyes. “Yes, please. Please, please.” Okay, maybe he also begs with his mouth. He cannot help it. You have him a mess.
“How much do you want it?” you ask, giving him glimpses of heaven each time you grind your soft folds along his tip.
“So much. Please.”
“So much…this is a lot”, you coo and finally lower yourself on him.
He can’t look away, heart close to giving out and head dizzy. You sink him into your warm heaven, he does not want to miss out on anything.
“Slipped right in”, you purr, clenching around him to get the point across. Just for a second, he should get desperate for more.
Taehyung keens, biting his lip afterwards. His toes curl and you haven’t even taken him in completely.
You let go of his cock when you are halfway down, placing both of your hands on his chest. Feeling him fill you will never lose its spark. This is such a new way, which makes it as good as it does. Especially the bottoming out part. Fuck, this has you flying on clouds.
Taehyung grabs your thighs and squeezes. The pressure increases when you lift yourself again only to drop a second later. You fall into a pattern this way: with your hands on his chest and his hands on your thighs. It is a slow rhythm, calculated and meant to build tension. Just as Lady Inna taught you. Make him want more.
You stay quiet for the time being, listening to his ever-changing breathing. He is staring so intensely, mouth changing between hanging agape and pressing closed. His mind must currently be scrambled. You know that you have never done this before, so this must be a complete shock to him. Judging by how hard he is, it is good for him though.
Gods, his heart is beating so fast. How much quicker can he breathe without making a sound? Is he holding back?
You lift your hips and clench, dropping down on him this way.
“A-ah”, Taehyung lets out and throws his hands over his mouth, eyes rolling back as they close. There he is. That is what you wanted.
You repeat the movement. Up, clench, down.
He moans behind his hands, face tensing for a second before absolute bliss relaxes it again.
Up, clench, down.
You swear that his voice trembles as he moans.
Up, clench, down. Circle your hips a little.
Taehyung groans, brows furrowing. They stay this way. Tense and scrunched because you have him showing you his truest face. If only he wasn’t covering so much of it…
Thankfully you know just what to do. You take his wrists and drag his hands away. His eyes open, he is confused, letting you mould him to your wishes.
“Don’t cover your face, darling. Let me look at you.”
You press his hand into the floor on each side of his head, keeping them down by grabbing his wrists. It angles you differently, tightening you naturally and making him go deeper.
His once throaty moans pitch, equalling mewls. You swear that you can watch tears form in his eyes.
“My beautiful husband. I love your face”, you whisper, hips showing him how much you appreciate him.
You pick up speed just as Lady Inna taught you. First work him up then make him see stars. That is what she told you to do, and you are more than willing to put it to the test.
Your name leaves him in a whimper. His eyes close halfway and roll back. This might very well be the most sinful he has ever looked, and you finally get it. You get what he means when he says that you look beautiful when you are in pleasure. You never really believed him, always wondering how you could possibly look good when you are making all these weird faces.
But you get it. You finally get it. This isn’t weird. This is heavenly.
Seeing Taehyung absolutely blissed out changes you as a person.
“Holy fuck, you’re so beautiful”, you press out and lace fingers with him, dragging them up the mat as you drop down for kisses. They are pinned in place above his head, squeezing you back as you kiss his neck sloppily.
He cannot do much more than moan and mewl, everything else is under your spell. He is so much stronger than you, but right now you stole him of any sort of strength.
“You feel so good, Tae”, you moan against his neck, biting it gently afterwards. Over and over again, giving him moments of relaxation where you kiss and adore. If this continues, Taehyung will explode. He swears that it is building up to immeasurable levels.
You guide your kisses to his lips, sighing when his lips try to match your needy rhythm. Although, he does more moaning and whimpering than he does kissing. You don’t mind. It’s beyond endearing. And hot. So hot. You want to taste every one of his sounds. But Taehyung is eager. Too eager.
He thrusts his hips and reminds you of his cock inside you.
You squeak, shooting up.
“No. No moving”, you gasp, “I, I have so much more rehearsed.”
“You rehearsed?” he breathes out.
“Yeah.”
“How?”
You don’t answer him, instead you sit up and get into position so you are on your knees. You put your hands on his thighs and begin your well-practiced dance.
“Fuck”, Taehyung yelps, arching his back. Skin slaps against skin, your connection sounds wet and creamy. He grasps your hips first before his big hands settle on your waist instead. He squeezes you so much that he brings it in a little. The touch is like fire.
“Please don’t slow down”, he begs.
You couldn’t. Your muscles are going to shake so much afterwards, but in this very moment you exist for pleasuring him. In this intimate moment you exist for riding him senseless. Nothing could tire you.
You roll your head back, parting your lips.
“Taehyung”, you moan, writing his name against your g-spot one bounce at a time.
Taehyung finds it difficult to stay present. You move as if you have always done this. He has never been ridden this well before. He swears that he lost all feeling in his legs and that the knot in his stomach has never felt so fiery before.
He is losing himself in you. If you hadn’t fucked him into a non-verbal, moaning mess he would declare his everlasting love for you with every bounce.
But alas he is doomed to moan and whine and whimper, wetting his temples with tears.
“I love your cock, Tae. Holy fuck this is amazing.”
Your words do not make it easier to bear. Taehyung feels new flames flicker in his tummy whenever you speak.
He drags his hands to your chest, cupping your breasts. They are so soft in comparison to your pleasure-swollen nipples. He kneads and massages them, needing it to remind himself that he was not going to pass out.
“O-oh. Tae.”
He will never tire of this nickname. He can’t look, feeling you up blindly. So soft. Your nipples are hard in contrast. He plays with them, growing dizzy because his touch makes you tighter.
“___”, he moans because it is the only word he can still manage to say. If you keep bouncing on him in such a rhythm, he will burst. It is like you are jerking him off. Expect that it is a thousand times better, wetter and hotter. And softer. So soft. Oh, your pussy is so soft. Fuck, now he is focusing on how soft you are.
Taehyung whimpers, dropping his hands to your hips to stop their movements.
“Not yet, please. Not yet.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I‘m so close, please slow down”, he is whining, working oh so hard to keep you still.
Your tummy tingles pleasurably, your heart skips a giddy beat. You are making him feel that good. You didn‘t think that this would be possible, after all this is your first time on top of him and there is definitely still room for improvement.
Your instinct is to hide in him and giggle, but you are feeling kind of powerful right now. Powerful and desperate to make him whine.
“Didn’t you tell me not to slow down moments ago?”
Taehyung peels his eyes open, shock lacing his drunken gaze. Your teasing comment was unexpected, entirely scrambling his brain.
You snicker and caress his cheek, shifting on top of him so the penetration is slightly changed again.
“Make up your mind, darling husband”, you coo, rolling your hips back and forth. He is still buried deep inside you, getting hugged by your warm walls.
“What the fuck is happening today?” Taehyung mewls.
“I am feeling like it”, you lower yourself, hands pushing his arms above his head again and breasts squeezing against his chest. Your feet press to the side of his thighs this way, your soft cunt is so tight around him.
“Who are you?” he whispers, staring into your darkened, sultry eyes.
“Your wife”, you coo and kiss his neck. You made him so sensitive and sore with your earlier bites that Taehyung’s only way to handle it is by bending his knees and pressing his feet into the ground. He almost throws you off him, resulting in you squeezing down on him and lifting your lips.
“No.” You slap his chest very softly. “Bad boy. Don’t be a bad boy.”
He drops his knees, eyes filling with tears.
“It’s so difficult to stay still. I’m so sensitive”, he whines, writhing on the floor.
“Try to. Doctor’s orders.”
He gasps, eyes widening.
“You are insane.”
“You tempted me”, you coo and kiss his lips before straightening back up.
You get to your knees properly and pick up the fast rhythm of before. One hand is on his stomach, feeling him up and enjoying his twitches. The other hand is on his knee, keeping it down and supporting yourself. Lady Inna spoke of riding horses and, well, the only thing you are riding today is your husband. And oh you are galloping right now, movements precise and greedy. You are reaching your limit, both physically and as far as your own high is concerned. Your muscles shake each time you lift yourself, your legs tremble whenever you take him back inside and he presses to your sensitive spots.
“Yes Tae, yes. I fucking love this. Your cock’s amazing. So fucking amazing.”
But you cannot stop. Ignore the fatigue, focus on the pleasure. You want to continue until your cunt knows his cock by heart. Or inch by inch in her case.
Gods, you really love having him inside, giving him a good show of it as well. So wet and creamy.
“Holy fuck, holy fuck, ho-holy fuck”, Taehyung is barely breathing, using what little air he has to voice his shock.
“Yeah… so good, your cock’s so fucking good”, you agree, arching your back sensually.
Your breasts bounce, your stomach tenses and your face is glowing in pleasure. The sunlight bounces off your skin and hair, sweat glistens in the crevices. Your cunt is sinful in comparison. Stuffed to the brim with cock, lips swollen and stretched, and juices smearing all over his length.
“Mistress, holy fuck.”
“Good boy. Good boy with the best cock”, you lull, entirely sex drunk and blissed out.
You are insane. A temptress. The very goddess of sex having come down to make his life a pleasurable heaven.
Taehyung throws his arm over his mouth and bites into it. These walls are way too thin. He cannot scream.
He remembers when you made him promise to never ever seduce him in your office. Where did this version of you go? Why can’t you be more like her? Because Taehyung is losing himself. It is building up rapidly and aggressively.
He reaches for your waist, biting down harder at the feeling of you. It is going to happen and it will happen regardless of whether you slow down again or not. He cannot drag it out any longer.
You know that it will happen. You have never seen him bite his own arm before. His muscles are tense, his veins are bulging and his big hand is balled to a fist.
“Do you have to, beloved?”
He nods his head, squeezing your waist.
His cheeks are squished up, flushed and glistening. His eyes are barely there because he squeezes them shut so tightly.
Curious, you lean slightly forward and play with his nipples.
Taehyung squeaks and arches his back. He drops his arm, head rolling to the side so he can lick his own skin. His muscles are bulging, his tongue is so pink in comparison to his honey skin. His pits are exposed like this. All natural and masculine. What a fucking view. This is changing you.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
You want to get him there. Watching his orgasm is the one thing you need to reach your own. You massage and pinch his nipples, tightening around him because you are getting very close yourself.
“Holding out for so long, I’m so proud of you.”
“Mistress please.”
“Don’t stop on my account. Be a good boy.”
Taehyung swears that he blacks out for a second. He takes your left hand and presses it over his mouth, muffling the uncontrollable yelp you force out of him. His thick, hot orgasm shoots up into you. His cock throbs and twitches.
“Good boy, such a good boy. Give me your pinnacle”, you encourage him.
Lead by only one thing, pleasure, Taehyung thrusts up. Hard and rough.
“Beloved, now”, you whimper, dropping your head as your own high hits you. You love sex with him so much.
“Kiss me please”, he drags you down, rutting up into you as you orgasm around him. The kisses you share are sloppy and wet.
You could do this forever.
But alas a human orgasm only lasts this long and your muscles finally give up on you afterwards.
“Ah shit.”
You drop onto him, lying on him in frog position. Your face is pressed to his neck, your heart beats just as quickly as his’.
“Shit.”
“Yeah.” He hugs you. “What the fuck?”
This was better than you imagined it. You feel high, drunk and soaked in endorphins.
And also, very tired, spent and sore. Your hips are starting to cramp up.
“I am going to cramp.” You sit up and attempt to climb off his legs. You squeeze his orgasm out of you accidentally, knees shaking so much that you collide with the floor rather clumsily.
“Shit, fuck. Sorry. Ouch.”
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. Just made a mess. O-oh no my legs are weak, I cannot get up.”
Taehyung laughs breathily, throwing his arm over his eyes.
“Fuck.” He smiles so bright. “You’re seriously insane.”
You snicker and settle on your elbow, facing him sideways. You love him so much.
“I don’t think I can walk in the near future.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
You rub his stomach, making him drop his arm and look at you. You wipe his past tears, grinning at him proudly.
“What the fuck did you do this for?” he asks.
“Just so. Why?”
“I wanted to scream.”
“Oh? Wow, I had hoped that you would. I’m happy.”
“I’m not, I’m in shock.”
You snicker, “was it really this good?”
“Yes. Where did you learn to move like this?” he asks, barely keeping his eyes open. If he was any less obsessed with your face, he would have already closed them. But alas he does not want to miss out on anything.
“I went to Lady Inna and she showed me.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because I asked her to.”
“Why??”
“Because you always make me feel so good and I wanted to return the favour.”
“Oh.” His face becomes beet red.
The view makes you laugh and cradle his face so you can kiss it everywhere.
“You are adorable. Do I fluster you, beloved?”
“Yeah, so much”, he sighs, heart beating in his giddy chest. He loves being adored. “And you arouse me like no other.”
Your gaze softens, “yeah? What did you like the most?”
“Apart from everything? When you leaned back and arched your back.”
“Lady Inna said that you would like that.” You kiss his shoulder, draping your arm across his chest. “When I ride you again, you could try playing with my clit.”
“Hot. You are so hot. Oh gods, you’re going to make me want to go again.”
You laugh and kiss him.
“Your hunger must wait. If I used my legs right now, they would fall off. Look.” You show him how they shake with the slightest movement.
“You are going to be so sore tomorrow.”
“Most definitely, but it was worth it. I had so much fun.”
“Me too.” He rolls to his side, resting his head on his hand. “I’m so happy that you are so comfortable with sex these days.”
You lie down, facing him in the same position.
“Me too. I feel so free when I’m with you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“But also you have to be less free. What you did right now should be illegal. Wow”, he jokes and pretends to faint, making you laugh loudly.
“Never. You created a monster that is insatiable, so feed me”, you say and snuggle into him, burying him halfway under you
Which is perfectly fine for him. Taehyung is exactly where he wants to be.
“And there is nothing I can do to still the hunger?”
“Nothing. Especially looking like this, you royal banquet you”, you say and bite him playfully.
Taehyung giggles, heart bursting in his chest. He loves being adored.
FUN AND GAMES ── taehyung isn’t all that surprised to discover how much he likes this. he’s always been obsessed with giving. gifts, love, attention, orgasms. It’s only one step further to realize he wants you to take. @gukslut
BESOS NAVIDEÑOS ── a christmas wedding, a house full of childhood friends, and an ex-boyfriend. what could possibly go wrong? dread fills you the moment you're back in town for alea's wedding, and not even your best friend, hoseok, can cheer you up with his rendition of christmas carols on the ride home. after a messy breakup, seeing your ex, taehyung, flares up your fight-or-flight response. will you two be able to keep it cordial, or will this wedding turn into an absolute disaster? @jjungkookislife
WHAT MATTERS MOST ── running on little sleep and a lot of tension, channi, taehyung, and their two year old daughter bella set off on a five hour drive for a family wedding. between missed alarms, quiet resentment, small arguments, and shared exhaustion, the road tests taehyung’s patience and his priorities. but when channi finds herself in danger, taehyung is reminded that no matter how tired or irritable he is, his family comes first, always. @sntjk
ALL I AM IS A MAN ── just a man loving his woman very much. @sturnaisa
FRAGMENTS OF YOU ── y/n finds solace in a quiet seaside town, where fleeting moments with kim taehyung teach her the quiet power of love, presence, and letting go. @inkedwithcharm
THEY WERE RIGHT ── this is basically the first time doing anal with your boyfriend taehyung. @bunnybubae
STRESS RELIEF ── while sergeant kim taehyung is deployed for the holidays, you’re hired to ease the stress sergeants such as him may face. @trivia-yandere
EAT MY LOVE ── “fill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love.” @joonberriess
FIREFLIES ── “there’s no hope for people like us, sweetheart. We’re destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.” @sugaxjpg
OUR LOVE IN TWO LINES ── taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. you get pregnant unexpectedly, why don't his emotions come rushing through as usual? @youmistme
HEAT AFTER DARK ── he’s been around forever—your brother’s best friend, charming, off-limits, and slowly getting under your skin. when a group camping trip forces you too close for comfort, the tension finally snaps. @divinelyparkjimin
COME BACK TO ME ── to see you cry hurt the deepest part of his being, he wanted to kiss away the tears and take you somewhere you would never be upset. where you would only smile and laugh. but he couldn’t, he told himself. because here you were, still crying, and his hands were void of the worlds he wanted to give to you. @bebetae
DAMN CHOCOLATES ── taehyung and channi show up to their friends christmas party in matching pajamas, expecting a cozy night of holiday chaos, however white elephant games, and laughter later- everything goes off the rails when gifts get stolen, & spicy adult chocolates missing… with taehyung eating them by accident. now he’s stuck in a hilariously awkward situation inside his pants that he definitely did not plan for, and channi is trying not to laugh at his very obvious predicament. @sntjk
HALFWAY BETWEEN THE GOLDEN HOUR AND YOUR LIPS ── nothing kim taehyung does should surprise you. he's been your best friend for the last two years and so you know his ways of passing time, including the entertainment of a large audience. so when he asks you if you just want to make out to pass the time, you shouldn't be taken so aback, but there's absolutely nothing that could’ve prepared you for what the question unfolds. @jensthwa
LET ME FOLLOW ── you disappear just before your anniversary, leaving behind a man who has survived everything except your absence. each step draws him closer to a truth he isn’t ready to face. @mrsvante
GIRL CODE ── y/n is falling for her best friends crush, but she won’t make a move because she doesn’t want to break girl code. that doesn’t stop taehyung from falling for her and trying to make a move. @allysonhope
NEXT YEAR ALL OUT TROUBLES WILL BE MILES AWAY ── determined to break down his walls as a new year’s resolution, (y/n) impulsively signs up for taehyung's art class. what follows is a series of lingering looks, whispered names, and enough "friendship energy" to make the rest of the group (specifically Jimin lmao) suspicious. from an almost kiss at a new year’s countdown to a cozy, candlelit moment during a winter storm, (y/n) and tae slowly realize that they aren't just student and teacher, but they are two people finally learning to see each other clearly. @hazytaezy
VANILLA ── taehyung is usually a very conservative person. he’s also the type of person who is not fond of PDA at all. channi however is the total opposite. she thrives for new things & experiences. she’s wild & spontaneous in every way. what happens when channi calls taehyung a “vanilla” person in bed? how would he react & would he give Into her little reckless request of doing something naughty in public sight…? @sntjk
THE THINGS WE DONT SAY UNTIL WE DO ── a quiet morning, a shift neither of them names, and a night where unspoken things finally find their shape. a slow, gentle unraveling of two people who learn each other in the small moments—soft looks, shared spaces, and the kind of closeness that sneaks up on you long before you realize it’s there. @mytaegiheart
STROKE GAME ── teasing taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences. @jungkussyficrecs
ONE OF THE BOYS ── all your life you wanted only one thing- for kim taehyung to like you. you did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. but who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him? @littlemisskookie
WHILE YOU SLEEP ── you and your husband haven't had sex in days. both sexually frustrated, taehyung had enough of this stress pent up in him and decides to take it out on you while you sleep. @younithv
BAD DECISIONS ── drug dealer taehyung x fem reader. @n9mgi
NOBODY ELSE ── runaway lovers. @btsvt-bar
SHOW YOU I LOVE YOU ── your husband proves he is perfectly fine. @milk-moonbunnies
AFTER MIDNIGHT ── @watashijeon
CLAIR DE LUNE ── the softest taehyung smut. @gukslut
YOU CALL, I RUN ── @layover-mp7
PEELING MANDARINS ── your bi-weekly movie nights with taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. what should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. after so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers. @yoongiofmine
THE ONE ── after accepting the lead role in a romance series, taehyung finds himself in a quiet rural town where, for the first time in over a decade, he’s free to exist without being recognized. It’s just his luck that the one person who finds him is the one who once knew him best. and the one he never truly had. @taevescence
FANCY DINNERS, EMOTIONAL PROPOSALS ── you and taehyung go out to dinner for your 5th anniversary of being together, but on this particular night, your boyfriend has an emotional trick up his sleeve. @kooslovv
DIAMONDS DANCING ── @layover-mp7 (we all love grills taehyung)
TOWERING HEIGHTS ── he was a sweet neighbour, a friendly face that made you feel like you weren't alone in this new city. Until one day, you accidentally uncovered what he did for work, and now he's trying his best to keep you out of his tangled mess. @layover-mp7
TOO LONG; DIDNT READ ── this is the story of how you trolled your way into taehyung’s heart. @fortunexkookie
FARM BOY ── farmertaehyung! @dreamescapeswriting
SWEET NOTHINGS ── @dreamescapeswriting
KING OF THE CLOUDS ── you were in an arranged marriage with a man you’re convinced isn’t fit to be your husband. he’s got his head too high in the clouds. @httpjeon
DRUNK LOVE ── “Jerk off for me.” @edytae
OWNER OF A LONELY HEART ── you’re still single nearly two years after breaking up with your ex, and the lack of intimacy in your life is finally starting to get to you. If only there was someone out there, someone willing to help you feel a little less... lonely. @jinfizz
RIDE WITH ME ── while on location for taehyung’s driving vlog, he shuts the camera off to make a confession. @theharrowing
MARIPOSA ── @cupoftaae
SWEETBITTER ── you always hated him, his cockiness and his teasing. but after five years when circumstances lead you to spend more time with him, you start to question your true feelings. you still can’t stand him but this time, you don’t know if it’s because of your hate or your knees. @rosedtae
DAISY ── sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyung’s child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughter—daisy. @chateautae
(mini & long) SERIES
THE BRIDE ── "a former assassin awakens from a four-year coma after her ex-lover taehyung tries to kill her on her wedding day. driven by revenge for the loss of her unborn child and stolen life, she creates a hit list and embarks on a ruthless mission to take down everyone responsible." @chimcess
OUT OF LINE ── "you don't flirt back. you don't fold. and taehyung is running out of rules left to break." @jungkoode
THE HAND WHICH STILLS THE WILDEST SOUL ── “For if she doesn’t, he will never find calm. the healer and the knight, connected by fate, find peace in each other and comfort at night.” @borathae
WHITE DRESS ── being a waitress in a small town was a comfortable and familiar routine. however, when police officer kim taehyung, AKA the most annoying man in town asks you for help with a murder case, you realize your life is about to become much less mundane. @strawbarryjiminie
THINGS WE DONT SAY ── three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. but when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems. @wintaerbaer
FOREVER AND A DAY ── your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. he knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision. @cupoftaae
this is just another set of pure classics along with recent stories that are just pure art, I have SO many stories that I’ve liked to recommend in the future, these are some of the best that I’ve read so far. they’re all so entertaining and I truly admire all of these writers and their ideas and ways they put these stories together, because now that I’m starting my writing journey, it’s not easy to come up with ideas and FINISH them, especially series’s. to those authors that I’ve mentioned or that see this post, keep going because you’re AMAZING!
