>>warnings: hard dom jk, brattiest brat oc, mentions of pet play!!, wearing of cat ears during the deed!!, teasing, hand job, spit, finger sucking, name calling, degradation, tummy bulging, pet names, orgasm denial, begging, masturbation, light pussy slapping, jks a lil mean… so sexy of him, praise kink, flinching, light face slapping, humiliation, size kink, jk biggest cock in the whole world !!, forced orgasm, withheld creampie to forced creampie??, mentions of buzzfeed and 2d cat girls, jk lowkey a simp 🙄, mentions of choking
>>notes: this is more of oc just getting railed with cat ears on LMAO actual pet play stuff will be in part 2 which i will have out next week hopefully seeing as this part wasn’t even supposed to turn into a whole ass one shot -.- anyway!! this is ltgb!couple <3 but you dont have to read that to read this~~
>>summary: you’re jk’s baby, his toy, and now his pretty little pet.
Summary: Fuck Jungkook or die. That’s it. That’s the story.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre: Assassins AU, porn without plot, friends to enemies to enemies, fuck or die, aliens (seokjin) made us do it, edging, oral sex, multiple x10 orgasms, mild size kink, mild corruption kink, superhuman sex toys, overstimulation, mean!jjk, softdom!jjk
Word count: 6.2k yeah that’s right 6k of pwp, TAKE ME TO COURT I’M READY
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One hot summer, somewhere in Barcelona, Black Ops Agent Jeon Jungkook is about to put a bullet in your leg when he:
flips his motorbike over a stubborn cobblestone, and
goes careening into a fruit stall, and
rips through the storefront tarp, thus
tumbling through some bizarre interspatial portal into a foreign vessel… because, apparently, karma said so.
“Welcome, human male. My name is Seokjin,” a lilac-haired, dual-antennae alien greets, hovering over Jungkook with a put-upon smile. “We shall wait for human female before commencing.”
DISCLAIMER : This does not represent the personality of the real life counterparts of the characters used. I do not intend to glorify toxic behavior. I do not own BTS ( :((((( )
PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader
Warnings : Yandere themes, mentions of hunting animals (kindly mention any others that I might’ve missed in the comments.)
Summary : As the arrival of a new stranger brings prosperity into the village for many, it brings with it dread and misery for one - you.
A/N : I don’t know how this came out to be honest. Hope you like it!
-Aani
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Gold thread weaving over the white cloth, meandering throughout the sleeves of it’s pale canvas. The fabric laid over a wide wooden table, two ends of which were broken, creating a hazard for the young woman hunched over it, holding a needle in her nimble fingers.
Tired hands smoothed away pieces of unruly hair that escaped from her poorly secured bun. These rebellious strands fell into the girl’s eyes. This was a recipe for disaster since the woman in question required absolute focus in her as a seamstress. One wrong turn of a finger and she would not only ruin weeks worth of hardwork but also break the heart of the poor woman who looked forward to wearing the piece in the upcoming village festival.
➴ Warnings: copious amounts of swearing, depictions of a car accident, mild (playful) physical violence amongst friends, misunderstandings, emotional breakdowns, reader knows her alcohol and partakes occasionally, lots of tears
➴ Tags:
General: Chaebol AU, heiress!reader, heir!Hoseok, high school sweethearts, friends to lovers, lovers to exes, exes to lovers, friends with benefits, unrequited love, pining
➴ Summary: Best friends, exes, ex best friends, friends with benefits…there are very few remaining labels you and Jung Hoseok can continue to add to your unofficial list. Things have changed since high school, with the exception of one thing–you’re still head over heels for him, and he’s not.
➴ A/N: This is part of the Sons of Midas collab hosted by my soulmate @joheunsaram ! Check out the other talented authors here (all our fics are intertwined and set in the same universe!)
Thank you so much to @missgeniality @joheunsaram and @taegularities for betaing!
@taegularities this is for you, baby, thank you for being the Swan to my Candy ♡
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“Jesus, Y/N, what are you wearing?” Jimin’s face scrunched up in disgust as he took in your outfit with a grimace, equal parts horrified and amused.
You set the corners of your lips back in an amused pout, rolling your eyes. “This,” you gestured to your scarf and white knee high socks, “is what my parents decided to punish me with for telling them I used my monthly allowance for pole dancing lessons because I wanted to drop out of school and become a stripper. Granted, they couldn’t do much today because of the uniform, but…they replaced my entire wardrobe with nun outfits.
“Fortunately,” you continued, stopping at your unnecessarily large locker, “I can fix that when they can’t see me.” With a flourish, you pulled an altered uniform out of the hardwood polished cabinet that resembled a small vanity rather than a locker. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Your best friend shook his head when you greeted him again, grinning from ear to ear as he took in your appearance.
With a skirt that ended barely past your ass, white thigh high socks, jacket altered to end mid-forearm, and a casually unbuttoned top to show off part of your collarbones, you finally looked every bit the ‘aspiring stripper’.
“You know your parents can’t see you at school, so you can drop the rebellious act, right?” Jimin raised an eyebrow as he leaned casually next to your locker, crossing his arms.
You sagged against your locker door, face falling. “Yeah, I know, but I’m tired of playing the good little heiress. What if I want to be a stripper?”
Jimin scoffed. “When have you ever played the ‘good little heiress?’ Come on, Candy. Let’s talk more about your stripper career later. We’re going to be late to class.”
“Did you just—” you slammed your locker door, armed with only a paperback journal. “—call me Candy? That is the most stereotypical stripper name! Park Jimin, get back here!”
Jimin, noticing the telltale rise in pitch, had started backing away with a grin, hands coming up to protect himself.
genre: alpha!jk, werewolf au, smut, friends to lovers
warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader, dirty talk, groping, spanking, name calling (bitch) fingering, oral (f receiving), impreg/breeding kink, possessiveness, jk is massive, knotting, multiple orgasms, slight choking
summary: You're ovulating - and oblivious to it - and Jungkook, the best friend he is, wants to protect you. But because you're a brat and never listen anyway, you do the exact opposition of what Jungkook advised you to do... And somehow it all ends up with Jungkook fucking you.
a/n: i may have listened to 'drown' by baekhyun while writing this heheee 🤭
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Jungkook is your best friend.
But as much as you love your best friend, sometimes - maybe a little bit more than only sometimes - your love is equally freighted with hate.
You just don't know why he's acting so haughty sometimes and thinks that whatever nonsense spills out of his mouth is the best and right thing to do. Well, he is a werewolf - an alpha werewolf to state it correctly - but still, it's not like Jungkook and you aren't friends since you both were little, so Jungkook is undoubtedly aware of that you don't care whatever alpha male shit he is confronting you with.
Take for example this situation right now - Jungkook is pulling that stupid alpha shit on you, behaving like he knows everything better and has to take care of you like you're his younger sister and ew, that perception is just gross.
,,But I want to come with you," you pout, eyebrows stubbornly furrowed.
,,I don't care," Jungkook simply answers, pushing your hand away that you stretched out to straighten his bangs.
You huff at his annoyed attitude and turn around to open your dorm room with your keys. ,,Why can't I come?" you ask, still not understanding why he doesn't want you to come to the party.
Jungkook picked you up from your late afternoon class and walked you to your dorm. When you asked him if he had something planned for today he said he was going to the party later and of course you asked if you could join him, but to your surprise he rejected you. Without a reason. Jungkook thinks he's being all protective - over what you don't know, because you've been with him to a lot of parties already - but to you he talked gibberish for the past ten minutes while you walked to your dorm and not one single reasonable sentence came out of him.
You turn around when the door opens, pushing the it wider so Jungkook can come in, but he is just standing in front of the entrance, not indicating to follow you inside.
,,You're not coming inside?"
,,I told you that I would go over to the frat house," Jungkook retorts, perplexing you.
,,The party won't start until a few hours though."
,,I know, but the boys and I are gonna meet there now."
,,Okay, then I'll come over later."
Jungkook flares his nostrils, trying to calm himself with taking a deep breath. ,,Why is it so hard for you to just obey me when I tell you something?"
,,What the hell, Jungkook? I'm not your bitch that you can boss around." Normally Jungkook had more patience with you than he has now - though you're behaving like a brat for the most of times - and doesn't let his anger overcome him.
,,It's better for you if you stay home today, y/n," he says calmer, your reaction telling him that he may have been too rough with you.
You roll your eyes. ,,What kind of bullshit is that? You know, just- just tell me if you don't want to have me around, Jungkook."
,,When did I say that? Stop putting words into my mouth, y/n."
,,It certainly feels that way."
,,But really, do you think just because we're best friends we have to be with each other all the time?"
,,So you're admitting that the only reason you don't want me to come is because you don't want me around because you want some alone time with your friends? Am I too clingy for you?" You arch an eyebrow, pretending to sound accusatory, but inside you're supposition that you have of your friendship is crumbling under uncertainty as you take Jungkook's words into consideration.
Are you really clingy? Are you not letting him have time with his friends, because your practically occupying his whole free time? You never thought about this, it never hit your mind that Jungkook could find your annoying or clingy, because he never implied anything when he was with you. You both grew up like this though, always being with each other, literally almost always spending the night over at each others places.
However, right now everything seems quite the opposite.
,,I didn't say that," Jungkook tries to clarify, but it doesn't sound convincing.
,,Sure you didn't."
Jungkook is visibly piqued at your persistent doubts that you exhibit towards him, but you don't care about how your words are affecting him, because your focus is on defending yourself and not letting him treat you like this - he's your best friend after all, he shouldn't be out here treating you like your his bitch that he can command.
,,Stop fucking acting like this," Jungkook says, clenching his jaw.
,,Yeah your right, sorry for wanting to spent some time with you. Your friends are probably waiting for you," you retort pertly. You don't give him a chance to reply anything to you as you shut the door right in front of his face. A triumphant feeling bubbles inside of you, though it might seem a bit childish, but you don't care.
,,Y/n," he growls from the other side, but you just turn on your heels and enter your kitchen to eat something. Food seems much more important than an annoying Jungkook who can't keep his stupid alpha behaviour under control.
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A few hours later you're at the frat house.
Though Jungkook told you to not visit, his reasons - were there even any reasons? - were inscrutable, so you didn't give a damn about what he said to you and decided to come over anyways.
You're not aware of where Jungkook is, but that shouldn't matter because you're not here because of him. You're here to have fun and no to meet Jungkook.
After you get yourself a drink there's already a guy - named Hoseok - who approached you and starts a conversation with you. You know that he's a werewolf, he's in a few of your classes but you never really talked to him. Most werewolfs get scared off by the heavy alpha smell that always lingers on you - the outcome of being with Jungkook 24/7. The students here didn't dare to hit on you-sometimes even too afraid of approaching you to just talk to you. They either smell the alpha scent on you or they're aware of Jungkook and you being close, so they decide for the safer option and don't reach out to you. You have some friends, most of them female though, and making new friends was getting harder every day.
However, you're surprised that the usual keeping distance from you doesn't apply for today, because lots of people approach you and try to get your attention.
You're currently in the middle of talking to Jimin, when someone clears his throat beside you. You gasp in shock and turn your head to be met with Jungkook's brown orbs, already staring at you. A perfectly shaped eyebrow is arched and his buff arms are folded in front of him.
Jungkook seems to be...angry. And to call his impression to be angry was an understatement. He looked...Yeah, you don't even know how to describe it, because Jungkook never looked at you like that. He never seemed to be angry at you - well, yes, sometimes over petty things, but not to that extent - and you simply are at loss of words.
His tongue is prodding at the insides of his mouth and if it wasn't for the furious expression he grants you with, you would have concentrated on his hotness and fantasised about what else his tongue is able to do. Jungkook looks so utterly beguiling when he is angry, but not when his rage is pointed at you.
It didn't take long for Jungkook to notice that you're somewhere in this dwelling - despite him explicitly telling you not to come, but of course you still came over since your whole entity exudes brattiness so it's no wonder that you didn't listen to his demand - and it also didn't take a lot of time for him to make out your exact location - the house is practically getting drowned in your scent.
,,What are you doing here?" Jungkook asks, his gaze fully locked on yours and not even sparing a glance at Jimin - who's slowly taking little steps to the side to get away from Jungkook and the scene that's about to unravel...
,,I don't think that's any of your business."
Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head.
,,You are so stupid, aren't you?"
,,Just leave me alone. I'm not even here with you, so have fun with your friends," you say and want to brush him off and walk to the living room, but Jungkook grabs your wrist and doesn't let you go.
,,Where do you think you're going?" he asks with his deep voice.
,,Away from you," you answer and try to wiggle his hand off your wrist, but he doesn't budge.
,,Being with me is probably gonna be the safest now," he grumbles and suddenly he starts walking, dragging you along with him.
You're out of the frat house, walking down the street and you're so confused as to why he reacted like that. Sure, you ignored his words from earlier, but dragging you out of the fucking frat house? That was too much.
,,What is wrong with you Jungkook?!"
He turns around, eyes big and full with anger.
,,What's wrong with me? Really?"
You knit your eyebrows together. ,,You're fucking towing me out of the party like I'm some five year old kid. Get your shit together, Jungkook!" you almost scream at him and your thankful that nobody is around.
,,Why don't you get your shit together? Why are you fucking blaming me?!"
,,What are you taking about?" you ask confused, Jungkook makes absolutely no sense today.
,,Didn't your parents teach you this, y/n?" Jungkook hisses, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
,,Teach me what?" you obliviously ask.
,,That you shouldn't be walking around horny frat boy werewolfs with no care in the world when you are fucking fertile!"
Blink.
...
Lips parting you try to get a coherent sentence out of you, but no words spill out of your mouth - just silence hanging between the two of you, his chide completely threw you off.
You absolutely did not expect this. How could you though? (Perhaps if you would keep track of your fertility, but documenting your period on the app on your phone was already annoying enough so you never cared about anything else. Stupid you.)
,,I- I didn't know...," you say abashed.
,,Of course you didn't know." Jungkook's voice is still laced with irritation, he tries to suppress the growing anger inside him, but it doesn't work. Your intoxicating smell is fully wrapped around him, even stronger than when he picked you up from your classes earlier this day. And the fact that you didn't listen to him - didn't listen to his demand though the only purpose of everything he does is to protect you - infuriates him so much.
Sometimes Jungkook really asked himself how he was able to stay with you for so long, because your impish attitude gave him a hard time for hundredths of times already. But the simply answer to that is love. His love that is allocated for you ebbs every annoying thing away, lets it crumble into something meaningless and reminds him about his deep feelings for you, because no matter how tough it is with you sometimes - Jungkook would do everything for you. He'd do everything to meet all of your desires and arouse that sweet little smile that you flash him every time you're fond of his actions.
The simplicity of love surprised him sometimes. The simple way of having such intense feeling for someone that bewitch him into not hesitating for anything he does for you, never spending a second thought about his actions - as long as it pertains your welfare he would do anything to make you happy. But that's what love does to you, Jungkook thinks. And if that's what being in love with you is like, Jungkook would never get tired of it. Making you happy is the equivalent to making Jungkook happy.
,,Let's just get you home. Your smell was giving everyone a hard time back there," Jungkook says, voice finally calm - though it sounded strained.
Usually when you're ovulating Jungkook tries to be as close to you as possible, allowing no other male person to have any intrusive thoughts and thinking about approaching you. He also makes sure to stay either at your or his place when your scent is the strongest. Throughout the whole procedure of keeping you away from horny werewolfs - whom primal insticts would get the better hand of them if it wasn't for Jungkook protecting you - it was excruciatingly painful to be with you when the aroma of your fertile pussy is flying in the air. But he always kept his itching finger away from you. As long as you don't have a partner to do this job for him, he would be the one keeping you safe. (Though you being in a relationship with someone would probably not change anything about his constant need of protecting you and making sure that you're okay.)
You still have a hard time adjusting to the fact that you came over to the frat house, getting surprised by all the boys suddenly approaching you, but now you know that they only hit you up because you are ovulating, which finally brings some sense into the atypical situation.
,,But let's keep some distance between us. It's hard to hold back," Jungkook confesses. He pondered about saying this, but he wants you to know that your ovulating indeed has consequences that are also affecting him.
You weren't prepared for his sudden admission - yes, he is a werewolf, you know that, but you didn't think he would openly confess that your current that effects him. Nevertheless, you like it. You like having the knowledge of him having a difficult time because of you. Because there's an elusive desire in him and you're the cause of it. It would be a lie if you would say that you didn't relish in the feeling of having that power over him, which also leads you to feel more confident, causing a questions to pop up inside your mind.
You take a step closer to Jungkook, reducing the desirable between you, despite of what Jungkook said a minute ago.
Your heart drums inside your chest, your lungs tightening and effecting your steady breathing. Desperately you try to calm your nerves, knowing that Jungkook can hear your heartbeat, is able to notice your whole change in your demeanour, but you don't succeed with your attempt and rather flood your body with more excitement.
Regardless of his skills and the knowledge of the obvious exhilaration that builds up in you, Jungkook stays quite and waits for your answer. He won't dare to cross a line and put you off - you're way too precious for him.
,,What if I don't want you to hold back?"
Your words add more tension in the already buzzing air, holding so much power in them.
,,What if I want you to fuck me?"
,,Y/n...," he warns.
Maybe you would've felt insecure after that insensible answer to your confession, but his lust filled eyes tell you enough to make you doubtless - facilitated even, because for how long did you hide your crush on Jungkook now? (you clearly remember the day when Jungkook joined the baseball team in school and suddenly his body became all buff and big, his usual adorable look vanishing and being replaced with something so manly and attractive that made all the girls in school gush over him. And maybe his bulkier body and the confidence he gained through all the attention that he got - though a lot of people already had a crush on him before that - provoked the crush you developed on him.)
,,I mean it, Jungkook."
,,You don't know what you're getting yourself into," he tries to alert you, wanting to let you know that once you both would get started he won't be able to urge his primal instincts back.
Again you step closer to him, wrapping your hands around his neck and trailing your eyes over his soft lips, the wait trail that his tongue left there a second ago glistening under the glow of the moon that is high up in the sky.
Jungkook can't stop himself, the close proximity of your body instantly drawing him to your neck and he nuzzles his face into your soft skin, your aroma hitting his nostrils and he growls against your skin.
,,I want you," you whisper.
Oh God. How long had Jungkook waited to hear these words from you? He wants you for so many years now, the desire to stuff you full of his cock has been inside him for too long.
And when you start placing soft little smooches on his neck, it's over for Jungkook. He won't be able to resist you this time.
,,You're absolutely sure?"
,,Aren't you literally able to smell how wet I am right now?"
,,No, because your fucking fertile cunt outweighs every other smell," Jungkook snarls, his eyes twinkling in a light red colour as his primal instincts to breed you right then and there get the better hand of him.
And that's how you end up in Jungkook's bed - both your bodies left with just your underwear - only a few minutes after.
He's pinning you down, his big and muscular body caging you under him, his lips hungrily moving against yours and tangling his tongue with you. It's messy and fast and uncoordinated, but as long as it's Jungkook, everything feels amazing.
While his mouth trails down to your jawline his hand cups your tit, squeezing the soft flesh before harshly tugging your bra down and tweaking your already hard nipple. You whine at the pleasurable plain, your whine turning into a moan when he starts sucking your neck and soon slightly sinks his teeth into your skin. Jungkook soothes his bites with his tongue, placing a few reassuring kisses before he moves on.
He fully neglects your tits as he ducks down, he would worship your body more, but right now there's just one place that he wants to be and that's your fertile little pussy. His whole mind is clouded just because of your addicting smell and he can't prolong his craving any longer.
He settles himself between your open legs, discarding your wet panties in one swift motions. Your leaking pussy is just a few centimetres away from his mouth. Jungkook sniffs at your pussy, taking long and deep breaths through his nose to devour the whiff of your fertility.
,,Fuck, you're pussy is so ready to get filled with cum, isn't it?" he asks, his index finger gliding over your cunt. Jungkook bites his lip when he takes the sight of your sticky arousal on his finger in, pulling his digit away to see how long the string of your arousal will go. ,,Fucking look at this." He's so mesmerised by your pussy, his eyes trained on your wetness. His other hand roughly squeezes your thigh, his fingers digging into you flesh. Jungkook sucks his digit clean before pushing both of your thighs up. ,,Hold them up," he instructs and you immediately comply, bending your legs and holding them to your chest.
Jungkook dives right in, his mouth sucking and slurping on your juices, completely surprising you with his tempo. His wicked tongue darts out, rapidly toying with your clit while moans and whimpers spill out of you. His ministrations only cause your pussy to get wetter and wetter, but Jungkook is quick to drink it all down, desperately searching for all your juices that you can offer him.
His hands sneak up to your tits, fondling with the straps of your bra before impatience overcomes him when he can't seem to get the fabric away to see your beautiful full breasts in their full splendour, so he rips your bra into two pieces, throwing both of them away.
,,What the fuck, Jungkook?" you manage to say, suppressing a moan.
,,I'll buy you a new one," he mumbles against your core. Though you're really mad at him, you can't pretend like Jungkook murmuring words against your pussy with his deep voice isn't turning you on.
,,Don't think you will tho," you retort, eyebrows furrowed as you feel the blood inside you sizzle in pleasure.
,,Want me to take you to Victoria Secret tomorrow? I'll get you everything you want, baby."
Oh fuck. Just the thought of Jungkook pampering you with sexy lingerie only excites you.
,,I'd fucking love to."
Jungkook hums against your core, the vibrations of his low tone sending another wave of arousal through you and you're so close to coming undone.
,,Now shush, I'm gonna make you cum now." His big hands knead your tits, fingers grazing over your buds before teasingly pulling them. You whine and moan and shake beneath Jungkook, everything he's doing feels so great.
His mouth latches onto your clit, sucking at your bundle of nerves at the same time as he plunges two fingers inside you. You moans when he starts moving his digits inside you, expertly crooking them and finding you sweet spot within seconds.
,,Oh!" you moan loud.
Jungkook looks up at you, enjoying the view of your beautiful face twisted into pure euphoria.
,,Gonna cum now," you warn him.
Jungkook hums again, the vibrations completely sending you off and throwing you into another dimension. You roll your eyes, your fingers digging into the back of your thighs. The motions of his fingers stop and your pussy starts grinding on its own on Jungkook's face, riding your high out as Jungkook cleans your cum smeared folds up, licking your sticky cunt clean before he withdraws himself and his fingers from it. You let go from the grip on your legs and they fall limb on Jungkook's bed.
,,That was so goddamn hot," he whispers kissing his way up to your face.
You're still panting crazily, but that doesn't stop you from wanting more.
,,You're gonna fuck me now?"
,,Such a fucking bitch," he curses. ,,You're really desperate to get bred by me, aren't you? You want me to fill you up so good and full of cum, huh?"
,,Shit, yes. Yes, Jungkook."
You notice his glance to your pussy and then to his night stander where his condoms probably are.
,,I have an IUD," you tell him before he's able to ask. He nods, and kisses you briefly before he pulls his briefs down, throwing the fabric across his room. Then he sits back on his heels, stroking his hard dick in slow movements.
Jungkook is huge. You'd already fantasised about his big size, but you never imagined it to be this massive.
You bite finger while your thought, captivated by his enormous length.
You're a bit intimidated by Jungkook's size and he immediately picks up on your hesitance, reassuring you with soft spoken words and loving strokes on your body.
,,We can stop right now, but once I get inside you I can't promise to be gentle," he truthfully informs you, giving you the opportunity to back out, but you're way too turned on right now to not allow Jungkook to fuck you hard and deep just like you need it.
,,No, I want this. Want your cock inside me and filling me with your cum. Please." Your voiced is laced in desperation and longing for his cock and Jungkook wouldn't let you pass another minute without his dick stuffed inside your tight pussy.
,,You want me to breed you so fucking bad, huh? You're so filthy." He bores his fingers into your hip, his mind fully misted over with your suffocated scent and his primal instincts to fuck his pups inside you. In the next second Jungkook flips you over, holding your hips up and you naturally steady yourself on your elbows, arching your back for him.
He glides his cock over your slick folds, his tip gathering every bit of your juices that stick on your pussy. After he lubricated your entrance with your wetness, he nudges his tip slowly in, hands grazing over your sides to calm your senses as he plunges his length deeper inside you, leisurely sinking into your heat till he's fully buried in your warm core. You weren't aware of the breath you were holding in, but when his whole cock deep inside you, you let out a shaky wheeze.
,,What a beautiful bitch you are. Taking my cock so well," Jungkook praises and your insides flutter at his comment.
Jungkook presses soft kisses over your spine, continuing to pamper your body with gentleness before he would start fucking you like he truly wants, but at the same time his affectionate gestures allow him to calm himself down, suppressing the zeal that is going to overtake his body once he makes sure of your wellbeing.
,,You can move now, Gguk," you say, a little moan escaping your mouth after feeling him shuffle behind you and his length mildly moving inside.
Jungkook bottoms out, only letting the tip in before he thrusts forward again, moaning in unison when your tight walls are wrapped around his thick member. Just when Jungkook gracefully moves into you, he knows that he won't be able to control his animalistic behaviour, your tight pussy feels too good to let him have a sober mind.
He has no patience to build up a fast rhythm by going slow at first, Jungkook has to fuck you hard and deep, he wants to make you both cum and spill his seed inside you and let everyone smell his cum on you. He wants everyone to know that your his and no one else's.
You whimper, his cock stretching you out so delicately and reaching spots that no one else ever touched.
,,You like getting fucked like this, don't you?" His condescending tone sends shivers down your spine, making your body scream for more. And Jungkook is good in giving you more, his pace evolves into a more rapid and ferocious one, letting you think of nothing but his cock ramming inside you. ,,Answer me, bitch," he demands.
,,Y-yes, love it. Love it so much, Jungkook," you mewl.
,,Who am I?" he asks though gritted teeth, intently waiting for your answer.
,,Jungkook." You know that this probably wasn't the answer he wanted to coax out of you, but your mind is too busy with dealing with the unceasing pleasure that rushes through.
,,Wrong," he tsks, his hand harshly landing on your ass. You hiss at the sting, mind searching for what Jungkook wants to hear, but you can't come up with something.
,,I'm your alpha, you hear me? I'm your fucking alpha and you're my little bitch." Jungkook spanks you again before gripping your ass with both his hands.
,,You're my alpha, I'm yours, I belong to you," you frantically pant and blurt these words out, but you really mean them - they're not just trivial words you say to make him feel better. You belong to Jungkook, it has never been otherwise.
,,That's right. Your alpha is gonna breed you, hm? I'm gonna shoot my cum into your womb and fuck you till your full with my pups. You would love that, wouldn't you?
,,Fuck, yes. Wanna carry your babies," you moan. Your elbows give in and you press your cheek against Jungkook's bed. He groans when the images of you being big and round fill his mind and Jungkook loves it, he adores the thought of everyone knowing that your his and he's yours so fucking much.
,,Everyone's gonna know that your mine, that your round and full with my pups," he growls lowly.
They already know that Jungkook and you belong to each other - and Jungkook is fully aware of that too because he purposefully scents you every time your both have to go somewhere without one another.
Jungkook leans over, nuzzling his face on the juncture between shoulder and neck.
,,Smell so fucking good," he mumbles, low pants filling your ears and clouding your mind.
The familiar knot magnifies inside you again and you clutch the sheets, knuckles going white because of the tight hold.
,,You're gonna cum, aren't you? You're gonna cum for your alpha." Jungkook draws back again, his gaze locked on you ass jiggling due to the harsh snaps of his hips and reveling in the sounds of your slick pussy getting pounded by his cock.
You nod hastily nod, the tight feeling inside high approaching fast and clogging your mind with thoughts of finally experienced your high that you seek for so desperately,
The constantly sprouting wave finally threatens to erupt with a sudden intensity. And when it ultimately does, it shatters your body into profound delectation, your whole body shuddering as it overflows with pleasure that you've never felt before.
Jungkook's boundless lunges into your pulsating heat let you see scintillating stars when your eyes screw shut, little whimpers and whines leaving your mouth.
,,Fuuckk, that's right. Cum on my cock like the good little bitch you are," he groans, watching how you nuzzles your face further into his mattress and muffling your loud moans. He slides his hands across your sides, giving you a few affectionate strokes.
Tears prick in your eyes, your head comfortable laying on the sheets and your cheek pressed snugly on it. Your heart thunders inside your chest. Your whole body felt drained and tired but at the same time you never felt so much delight and euphoria fill your body, your toes curling at all the overwhelming feelings that flooded your body all at once.
,,Shit, your pussy is so tight baby. So greedy to milk everything out of me," Jungkook curses and one hand crashes against your ass, coaxing a whine out of you. ,,I'm gonna breed you - fuck, I'm gonna fill you up with my cum."
Jungkook opts for really hard thrusts now, your body jolting forwards as he does, but he instantly pulls your back by your hips, having a secure grip on holding your body firmly on your spot.
,,You're my dirty little bitch aren't you? Only mine - you're my bitch, right?"
,,Uh-huh, I'm yours - I'm your bitch," you retort with a tired voice, but his current state rubs off on you, slowly coaxing you out of your little bubble and shooting fire inside you again.
Your answer gets Jungkook more of. He ducks down again, one hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing his fingers around your sweaty skin. Jungkook is lost inside your body, absolutely lost in the way your fertile cunt was spasming around him and trying to milk him out.
,,Want me to breed you? Do you want me to fuck my pups into you?" he pants, his digits pushing further into you throat.
,,Please Jungkook, please fill me up," you beg, tilting your head so you're able to look at him. And fuck, you've never seen him that gorgeous before. His dampened curly hair hangs on his forehead, his whole body covered in a layer of sweat, some droplets streaming down his neck and his temple. Eyebrows scrunched together and his lips secured in his teeth, his jolts get sloppier the closer he gets to his climax.
,,I'm so fucking close," he mutters and draws closer to slightly bites down your shoulder.
,,Breed me, Jungkook. Breed me till I'm swollen with your pups inside me."
Your words spur him on, a deep animalistic growl leaving his mouth before you feel him painting your clenching walls white, shooting his cum so deep inside you that you feel it spurting past your cervix. Jungkook's cock twitches inside you a few times and he lets out a deep moan, continuing slow strokes till he completely stops.
Not soon after that the base of his cock starts swelling, stretching your even wider as his size grows bigger. A few more spurts of his cum squirts inside you. You whine at the new feeling, squirming beneath him.
,,Shh, it's fine, baby," he soothes you, slowly guiding both your bodies on your sides when his knot infatuated to its full size.
A few tears roll down your cheeks and Jungkook quickly swipes them away with his thumb, cupping your cheek and placing a soft smooch on your nose.
,,You did so well, baby," Jungkook whispers, combing his fingers through your hair. ,,So well." His gentle voice pacifies you, lulling your pain away.
,,I love you." Your sudden confession makes him stop with his comforting strokes on your hair. He's searching for something in your eyes - he doesn't know that exactly he is looking for, but just something that indicates that your just playing with him and not meaning the three little words that you just said. But Jungkook finds nothing in your eyes, except for the mesmerising sparkle and the usual fondness that Jungkook always notices when you look at him.
Of course nothing had changed from the look of your eyes - you're gaze looks the same as ever, you were always looking at him with full love expressed in your eyes, because you are in love with Jungkook for years now.
,,I love you," Jungkook retorts, his tone soft.
You flesh him your cutest smile ever, nose lightly crunching up.
,,Say it again," he says.
,,I love you."
,,Again."
You giggle. ,,I love you."
Jungkook pulls himself closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours.
,,Again," he mumbles against your lips.
,,I lov-" before you can finish he captures your lips into a kiss, moving his lips in languid fashions over yours. Your tummy tickles, shivers run down your spine, mind clouded with his loving touches and his sweet confession.
The realisation that you got laid by your best friend sinks in only now. Your childhood friend - your long-time crush fucked you and on top of that he reciprocates your feelings. What a life. Is this what the main characters in books and movies feel like?
You both were so caught up in kissing each other that you both didn't notice how his cock slipped out of you and how a tiny mess of cum is now sticking on his bed sheets. You want Jungkook again, the sudden confessions and the passionate kisses are making you thirsty for him.
,,Again" - you push your upper body up, grazing his abs seductively - ,,Please fuck me again," your beautiful voice whispers.
Jungkook is bemused for a second, taking into consideration how your body must feel utterly fatigued after what you both have done - especially after Jungkook's untamed animalistic behaviour - it is absurd how fast you want to go again. He thought you were done for the night, but it seems like you have other plans.
Despite is concern about the condition of your body, Jungkook would do anything to satisfy you wishes. (and maybe he wouldn't deny your wish because he feels his softened cock growing into a boner again...)
However, before he starts getting into action again, there's one thing Jungkook wants to tell you again.
,,I love you," he repeats, watching how your eyes sparkle in delight at his confession.
,,I love you too," you beam and peck him on the lips. ,,But please make me see stars again, wanna feel you again, want you to fill me up again," you beg and bite your lip. Your ovulation is making you feel so horny and now that you have a naked Jungkook beside you it's not really helping to curb your hormones.
And with your lust filled pleads, Jungkook towers over you again and you two have lots of fun for the rest of the night, the moon accompanying you two with its glimmer shining into Jungkook's bedroom, encasing his room in a comfortable light and creating a cosy environment that envelops the both of you.
You both go for a second round and then a third round - the moonlight shining into Jungkook's bedroom a constant companion as you do the dirtiest things - and perhaps even a fourth - no, that would be too much, even for Jungkook...But maybe you did?? No, no, not possible...Or..?
Well, only Jungkook and you know everything that happened on his bed, on top of his dishevelled bed sheets, his glooming bedroom which you filled with the pent up love that you finally get to express just how you both dreamed of after hiding your admiration for so long.
pairing: jungkook x reader / word count: 7.4k / genre: pacific rim au with brief smut (NSFW, 18+)
summary: there are no secrets in the drift. if jungkook were to see the mess inside your head and heart, laid utterly bare, he’d turn away from you.
warnings: sexually explicit content (briefly), unprotected sex (please be safe when you have sex) / reference to injuries but nothing graphic, giant robots powered by love punching big alien monsters
a/n: this is a birthday gift for the amazing @yeojaa. happy birthday, erin. this is completely self serving and is stuffed full with inside references that I hope you’ll enjoy. I wrote this in two days and it kicked my ass because I did so much reading and researching that turned out to not even come up in the story 👁👄👁 you know when I said I was studying? I lied. I was writing HAHAHAH ily I hope you like it hhhh (this is unbeta’ed so please forgive any mistakes it’s 1:30am as I’m scheduling this) (also summaries are so hard, I’m sorry)
Jeon Jungkook really is the perfect posterboy for a Jaeger pilot.
Broad across the shoulders and trim at the waist, all sharp punches and hard muscle, resilient and tough, with a face that’s the perfect balance of angles and softness; the cut of his jaw easing up and into his pretty mouth, the line of his brows subdued by his warm eyes—he’s a Goddamn vision, raw masculinity overlaid on rich veins of boyishness, glittering stratum that sparkle and shine even under the harsh lights of the Shatterdome.
He pouts when he thinks and his hair hangs a little in his big, big eyes and he has dimples that appear when he grins, teeth poking out onto his pretty pink lips, like someone took a rabbit and turned it into a man and packed on pounds of muscle alongside. Undeniably powerful and strong, but youthful and sweet, too.
pairing: hoseok x reader / word count: 26.8k / genre: fluff, smut, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, slow burn, technically a buzzfeed unsolved AU but you don’t need to be familiar with BFU at all so dw!
summary: having hoseok as your best friend and co-host for your web series is a dream come true. the only hitch? you’re kind of in love with him, and it’s getting harder to ignore that fact, even if he doesn’t feel the same for you.
warnings: idiots being oblivious, sexually explicit content, oral (f receiving + brief mentions of m receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), body worship + praise (f receiving), a lot of soft emotions and pet names, hoseok treating reader like a pillow princess
a/n: the more I read this the less happy I am with it but after the amount of time I’ve spent on it/how long it’s gotten, I’m calling it finished (even if it’s a lot lighter on paranormal related stuff than I’d initially planned OOPS…) please feel free to let me know what you think AHH x
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Jung Hoseok is a lot of things.
Jung Hoseok is: a work-friend-turned-real-friend-turned-best-friend, and one of your favourite people in the world.
Jung Hoseok is: very easily scared, the opposite of a thrillseeker, Not A Fan of big rollercoasters, or haunted houses, or anywhere that involves jump scares or loud noises or anything vaguely dangerous or threatening.
Jung Hoseok is: a man with ridiculous lung capacity who can also screech so loudly that you’re fairly certain he could shatter glass if he wanted to.
“It’s just a bat, hyung,” Jimin says, before the bat comes back round and Hoseok shrieks again.
y’all this was adorable and the writing was top notch. y/n and hobi’s dynamic was written so well and they had so so so much chemistry with each other. like, i read so many fics and it’s hard to find such a realistic dynamic that’s not forced or stereotypically hot and heavy. they’re such a good couple akhfasdhfaskdfh and the AU is my absolutely favorite
series: hush, yeah?
pairing: taehyung x reader(f)
genre: brother’s best friend au, music festival au ; angst(?), smut
summary: the innocent accident that started it all
warnings: groping, tension, pussy play, public smut, inadvertent edging, language, taehyung’s an asshole lol
notes: thank you endlessly to @missgeniality @sunshinekims and @taegularities for being fantastic betas! your general hype, suggestions, and comments mean the world to me. taglist is under the cut and is still open!
word count: 5.7k
rating: m
m.list | part 1 | part 2
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“Why do I have to sit in the back?”
“We set these rules from the beginning! Whoever showed up last gets the last row.”
“But it wasn’t my fault!”
“Just hurry up and get in. We’re already behind schedule.”
Summary: Y/N’s life was far from normal. All seven of her childhood friends are werewolves who are very attached to her.
Authors Note: It’s been a bit since I’ve posted a story so, I hope you’re all excited!
Post Date: 7/16/18
Word Count: 1,954
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9
You woke up feeling like you were in the Sahara Desert. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of your neck and you tried to sit up. Tried being a key word. Only your head could be lifted to see a wall of fur laying across your chest. With a bit of wiggling you freed your hands from under the covers. The wall of fur huffed as it was jostled by you.
“Jungkook get off. I’m going to have a heat stroke.” The wolf turned his head to look at you through narrowed eyes. “I will give you belly rubs if you get off me.” The bribe seemed to work as the wolf snorted dramatically and rolled over to the other side of the bed. You immediately threw your covers off, only to find your feet trapped.
“Jin,” you whined. The sleeping wolf raised its head, blinking slowly. It licked it’s chops before yawning. He stood up but instead of hopping off the bed, he turned and flopped down onto you. The weight of a full-grown wolf caused you to fall back onto your pillow. You felt a wet muscle swipe up your cheek. Jin groomed you in greeting, accidentally giving you cowlicks in the process.
“Yes, yes. Good morning.” Once satisfied with your cleanliness, Jin pressed his cold nose to your neck and sniffed. Your hands ran down his back, almost disappearing in his thick fur. “I need to get up Jin.” With a bit of a whine, he shuffled over to cuddle against the youngest.
Finally free, you slipped out of bed and stretched your arms to the sky. The kitchen greeted you with warm sunshine and a gentle summer breeze. It carried with it the scent of freshly cut grass and lilacs. After admiring the atmosphere, you brewed yourself a cup of coffee. Right when you were about to pour it, a furry head pushed itself into your free hand.
Summary: Hoseok is your beloved childhood friend but knowing someone for your entire life doesn’t mean you know who they truly are.
Warnings: smut, bullying, minimal gore, murder, voyeurism, manipulation, hobi’s been sexually attracted to y/n ever since she was a child (they are the same age)
Word Count: 8K
A/N: This was inspired by the teddy bear emoji 🧸! Cute, right? 🥺
The laughter of children rang through the air as they raced past you like roller coasters at the amusement park. Your cheeks were pink like the cotton candy in your hand as your fingers brushed with his. With roller coasters on your mind, a giggle burst from your lips like the pop of a bubblegum and Hoseok looked at you quizzically.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
He looked amused but also immensely fond as he looked at you. You had an impish look on your face that piqued his interest in more ways than one.
“Do you remember the time you vomited on a roller coaster?”
Hoseok groaned, “God, you still remember that, baby? We were, what, eight?”
His ears were strawberry-red and you pressed a light kiss on the shell of his ear with a chuckle. You ignored the shiver of his body against yours but he only pulled you even closer.
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Cursed Jimin, Stalking, Obsession, Forced Relationships, Blood (Lots of it), Gore, Fear, Panic/Anxiety, Depictions of dead bodies, Devious Intentions, Depictions of Weapons, Mourning, Self Harm, Massacre, Murder, Isolation, Drowning, Allusions to Religion (Use of the word Heathen)
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.
<<Forbidden Fables Masterlist>>
Preview: A princess’s job is to learn etiquette and to marry, so why did you derail from that path? All it took was one instant of you departing from your fiancé’s hunting party to become lost in the enchanted forest and to stumble upon a cursed man who doesn’t believe in love. He must be so lonely…do you dare to befriend him?
A/N: Hello my loves! This is my last fic for the Forbidden Fables Collab! I have had so much fun working on this series with my fellow authors and I still cannot believe that they invited me to be a part of it in the first place. This was literally so much fun, and I think I may actually like this fic better than Run Little Red so that’s interesting 👀 Anyways, happy reading, I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and in the comments 💜💜💜
The carriage you were sitting in was jostling you to and fro, the motion making your stomach twist in uneasy knots.
You tried your best to lean your head out of the open window, the fresh summer breeze being the only relief to your motion sickness. You despised traveling by carriage, but the journey you were making was long and near impossible to make by foot.
Not to mention, you were a princess, and a princess never walked to her destination. She was always escorted by a squad of knights and enclosed in a horse-drawn carriage for her safety.
The day would have been a lovely one, had you not been confined to a space that made you sick and were being sent to another place you so deeply despised.
Your wedding date had been looming over your head for months, and now with it coming closer and closer, you were instructed to have supervised visits with your fiancé. Your parents had been enthralled with the idea of you being wed to him, his kingdom was vast, prosperous, and wealthy. He was, by all means, the perfect suitor if he wasn’t so goddamn dense.
this was just *mwah* what a unique concept god i loved that scene with the lake women comforting y/n in solidarity and this whole fic was just so unsettlingly dreamy
>> THE FATHER, THE SON, AND THE HOLY WHORE : DILF!NAMJOON
✦ SUMMARY you were supposed to be sleeping over at your boyfriend's house, but when you get up in the middle of the night for a glass of water, you find yourself in arms that are much bigger.
You wanted to say you loved your boyfriend, you really did. You tried hard to look past his irritating habits; the way he would slurp when he ate, the constant phone addiction, the lack of attention he gave you. The way he screamed into his gamer headsets for hours with his friends, but when you tried to wrap your arms around him and offer sex for his attention, he'd push you away with a "not now," only agreeing if it was a blowjob, and he could continue playing.
Tonight, you were spending the night at his place. That is to say his parent's place. Even though he was loaded, and probably one of the only freshmen in college that could afford their own place, he was too lazy to get his ass up and actually go out and get something. The spoiled brat had everything in life handed to him, pampered and doted on into incompetence, courtesy of his mother. What need did he have to leave the giant family home when he had every single one of his needs met there?
"Gaeul," you prompted, nudging your lump of a boyfriend, earning only a grunt in response.
"What's the problem. I'm asleep," he mumbled, tugging the covers further over him and turning away, as if to cue a do-not-disturb sign.
"I'm thirsty," you whispered, nudging him again. "Can't you get me something to drink?"
"Just go down to the kitchen. You know how to work the water cooler."
You scoffed at how useless he was. Lying there, like a lump. Already snoring away. You crept out of the bed slowly, cold sensation of the floor touching your feet making you shiver as you hopped out.
You slowly downstairs, careful not to make any noise, extra cautious on the stairs. In your own home, you'd probably have had to watch out for a creaky floorboard here and there. That wasn't the case at the Kims, you quickly realized. Everything up to pristine shape. You attributed to the attentiveness of the patriarch of the house, Mr. Kim Namjoon.
Despite your boyfriend's beliefs, his house was not at all easy to navigate, and you had been here only a handful of times. Which led you to fumble around until you were stood right in front of the only light on in the house.
"Yn? What are you doing up?" Kim Namjoon took off his reading glasses, shuffling papers around on his desk.
"I—," you stutter, drawing a blank after seeing him look at you like that. More than your boyfriend, his father always amazed you. Not at all arrogant or spoiled, like his wife or son. He was raised humbly, and pulled himself up by his bootstraps. Wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth and an automatic gold path everywhere he walked. He was a self-made businessman, one of the richest. And he did it all on his own. You couldn't help but compare his son to his father, think about how far the apple had fallen from the tree.
Not to mention how sinfully hot he was. You still remember the first time you were introduced to him, once his mousy wife had moved out of the way. Big hand outstretched and a soft grin on his face as he welcomed you into their home. Glasses perched on his face making him look his age. But you could still make out a ripple of muscles underneath his prim business suit, muscles straining the fabric, threads barely holding it together. You were barely holding it together at the sight of him every time you saw him again, stumbling over your words and avoiding his piercing gaze.
But you saw the way he looked at you. You felt the tension, the magnetic pull to him. The secret glances he would steal when he thought no one noticed. He was a man after all, and he appreciated a nice ass no matter what. Even if you happened to be his son's girlfriend.
"Just getting water, Mr. Kim. Sorry to interrupt," you squeaked, jumping up to back out of the room.
"Just a minute, yn—," he flashed you that beautiful smile.
And next thing you knew, you were bent over his desk as he rammed his cock into your pussy ruthlessly. He never did anything just halfway, you could feel that notion in your guts. This is it, exactly what you wanted.
"Bending over for daddy," he cooed, landing a harsh slap to your ass, "Making daddy feel so good with this tight pussy. Such a sweet girl."
All you could do was whimper and slobber all over his desk, crying out when he pushed you down further. "Shh," he slapped his palm over your mouth, "You don't want Gaeul hearing you fuck his old man, do you?"
"Please," your voice was muffled as you pushed back onto him desperately, trying to stimulate your orgasm. "Please, Mr. Kim. I haven't cum in so long."
His hand wrapped around your body, finding the sensitive bud with his large hand. You never knew someone so externally gentle could have such rough hands. "Little prick not takin' care of you right?" He tilted your head to look at him, his heart softening with the pouty eyes you gave him as you pitifully shook your head no.
"Don't worry," the desk was starting to shake from the impact of his pace, tears welling as he bounced you on his cock. "Daddy's gotcha."
Summary: Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his vicious guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you took ownership of Yoongi, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you?
Words:10 K
Warnings: Rated Mature; Death of minor character, sexual content, knotting, oral (giving), switch/dom/sub, baby girl & baby boy, protection, explicit language, and dirty talk.
A/N: Hi…I wanted to release this one-shot as an intermediate while I’m working on another series. Thank you for being patient with me. This is supposed to be lighthearted~. Thank you for reading~ check out the other version to get a (slightly different perspective on this one-shot!
Masterlist | Monsta X Shownu Version
The whine of drills and sparks singeing metal played in harmony with the sound of heavy rainfall. The toxic combination of gasoline, oil and fresh water bit at his sensitive nose. However, with the years spent in the auto shop, the familiar smells have become comforting. He leaned against the steel service door frame, watching and guarding the entrance protecting the mechanics inside. The rain was thundering against the rooftop and metal awning shading the service doors. He closed his eyes, resting them just for a moment letting his six sense take over, as he was lulled by the cascading waterfall off the awning.
Wet footsteps sloshed against the asphalt, a new sound against the normal industrial noises. The shuffling of a paper bag accompanied the hurried steps. Inconspicuously, a floppy ear perked up towards the sound and when it got closer he pried open an eye. She was wrapped up tightly in a hoodie with her arms struggling over a large bag in her hands. She ran through the parking lot like she was running away from rolling lava. She broke thought the waterfall, her hoodie getting drenched, and pulled the hood of her hoodie back breathing a sigh of relief. He watched the pink and rosy burn on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. A smile radiated from her at him momentarily stopping Yoongi’s heart.
He closed his eye again, but a huff left you noticing his passive attitude. You pulled out a smaller bag out of the bigger paper bag you were carrying with a sly smile. You approached the grumpy, but docile pinscher. He seemed like a quiet one with his stoic exterior, but he could yap at times like a chihuahua. Yoongi put of this pretense of being an aggressor, a force to be reckoned with, but he melted like putty when it came to pets. He was all bark no bite…at least when it came to you.
summary It was a tradition that had started with his father as a way to consolidate his power deemed jus primae noctis: the right of the first night. The lords would watch him claim the woman they would spend the rest of their lives with physically, and their pride would fall at his feet.
genre king!jungkook, virgin!reader, royalty au
rating 18+
warnings induction of prima noctae, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fellatio, an audience during sex, grinding, dirty talk, hickies, fingering, spanking, nipple play, spitting, throat fuck
wc 5.0k
(a/n): this won't have a part 2 but you're welcome to ask me questions about the couple in my ask box!
"Your appointment for this evening is ready for you, your highness," the chamberlain announces with a bow of his head.
Jungkook nods as he reads through the documents left in the royal study. "I'll be there when I'm finished."
As soon as the door behind the chamberlain shut, Jungkook buried his head in his hands. He was in the middle of trying to garner an alliance with a nearby kingdom, but the terms of the agreement were something they were still hassling over. There was a small piece of disputed land at the border of the two kingdoms that had long been a source of strife. But it was Jungkook's intention to resolve that issue and finally join together with Kim Taehyung's forces. After all, it would be mutually beneficial to have foreign support for both leaders as Taehyung could use Jungkook's army, and Jungkook could use Taehyung’s power to feign off challenges to his throne.
He had been reading over the agreement Taehyung had sent over, which tilted very selfishly in his favor. Jungkook tried to outline a new agreement that would be fair to both kingdoms, but his brain was fried and he couldn't take thinking any more tonight.
He leans back in his chair, feeling the burden of the kingdom weigh down on his shoulders. Many people thought he was too young to ascend to the throne, too inexperienced, after his father's untimely death. And it was moments like this when Jungkook thought they were right. Even though he is an adult, he felt woefully unprepared. His father never spent enough time teaching him the reigns, or passing down lessons on how to be king. He instead chose to foster Jungkook's love for traveling, as he awarded him his own boat and crew to traipse around the world for the time he was supposed to be learning crucial information that might've come in handy now.
Of course, Jungkook was no pauper. He had grown up around war meetings and strategic defense planning, and it didn't hurt that his mind was as sharp as an eagle's talon. But Jungkook still couldn't help but feel that his father sending him on a long vacation had more to do with keeping him out of court and keeping him numb to the responsibilities of a monarch, lest Jungkook suddenly made an uncharacteristic grab for power, than it did for his father's true understanding of his son. Now that he really thought about, Jungkook could laugh at the latter; that was never really his father's style.
Jungkook reluctantly stands up from the study, leaving the unfinished draft to wallow on his desk in place of him. He walks out, nodding to the guards, and follows the path he always did on nights like this.
With every step of the way, Jungkook's mind reeled; he couldn't help but think "What would father do in this situation?" Though he had the answer ready before he even finished thinking the question. He knew what route his father would take in these negotiations, and he knew how his father would handle a threat to his throne; heck, at this very moment, Jungkook's feet led him to the exact thing his father did to keep his power.
He knew his father wouldn't bother messing around with a peace treaty, opting for a more violent solution to the border dispute. But Jungkook wasn't his father, he thought adamantly, and things were going to be different now.
He shook his head of his thoughts as the giant doors to the bedroom were pushed open for him as he strode in.
He spares a fleeting glance to the procession lined up on the other side of the bed; the chamberlain, a member of the clergy, the lord chancellor, and of course, a representative of the groom's family, most likely the groom's father, to bear witness to the act that was about to take place.
It was a tradition that had started with his father as a way to consolidate his power, deemed jus primae noctis: the right of the first night. The lords would watch him claim the woman they would spend the rest of their lives with physically, and their pride would fall at his feet. It worked, of course, though only a man as ruthless as the late king would come up with such a rule. He always seemed to revel in this decree, going overboard to prove he was the one in charge. However, with his death came the very strife and competition among the court that would threaten Jungkook's rise to the throne, and so he was in no position to overrule the decree. Not yet, anyway.
He didn't glance over at the small window that was covered in the sheerest of fabric, knowing the court ladies stood blushing behind it. The ceremony was as much a power play for the women as it was for the men of the royal court. Though he knew they weren't technically supposed to be there, it was tradition that they snuck behind the glass, their eyes watching him with every move, vying for a good view.
He strides over to the canopy bed, the white translucent curtains drawn, though he could see the outline of a figure inside. He pulls the curtains back to run his gaze over the girl waiting for him, and his heart stops.
Lying on the intricately-woven comforter was the most beautiful woman Jungkook had ever seen, clad in white lace lingerie down to the matching sheer stockings and robe. Her hair pooled on the satin pillow beneath her head, a single white rose clutched in her hands as she looks up at him. She looked so delicate, so angelic that Jungkook could almost see the halo glowing around her head. There was something ethereal about her, as if the light shining from her was too good for this world. Jungkook had only a moment with her, and already he was bound under her spell.
He was caught completely unawares, so much so he could be knocked down by a feather in this moment. This wasn't supposed to happen, he thinks fleetingly, hopelessly. He wasn't supposed to be captivated by her. It was supposed to be as simple as a business transaction, just a task he had to complete. He doesn't even know who she was, for goodness sakes! And he's the freaking king, it's not like this was his first time seeing a girl all spread out for him. He was used to this scene.
But try as he might, he couldn't stop his heart beating so loudly that he could feel it trying to rip out of his chest and be encased in her embrace.
He was pulled into her spell willingly, as he leaned down to do something he never did: he kisses her. His lips gently brush her soft ones, asking for permission, before she presses back, giving her consent.
He could feel the surprise of the people around him, though they didn't dare say a word. The clergymen and lord chancellor were very familiar with the usual interaction; most nights, the king would simply stride in, engage in simple intercourse that would fulfill the requisite, and leave just as swiftly to attend to his busy schedule. They had never one seen such a tender moment take place.
He forgot about the world around him when he pulls back to look into your dazzling eyes. He searched for the reason of his enthrallment with you, trying to explain how he came to be so enchanted all of a sudden, but all he found was your gaze, drawing him further into you. He gently plucks the white rose from your hands and places it on the bedside table before climbing into the bed, hovering over you. He runs his eyes down your body, in awe, before settling at your midline. He tugs at the thin string holding your robe together to have it fall apart, revealing your garter belt and bustier delicately wrapped around your body. He takes in the sight hungrily, wanting to rip those fragile seams apart and have you writhing in pleasure underneath him. But he paces himself, knowing if he did what he wanted, it would be over way too soon for his liking. Not to mention, he has to prepare you first.
He eyes travel back up to meet your hesitant ones, and his heart skips a beat. He leans down to place a comforting kiss on your lips, his emotion pouring in, communicating his intentions. You visibly relax into his touch, returning the kiss with a fervor you've never known before. You feel safe here in his arms, despite the onlookers surrounding you.
You had been so nervous for this moment, not knowing what to expect on this night. You had heard of the consummation process of prima noctae, but you still had a thousand thoughts plague you before. How would it feel, lying with the king before being resorted to your future husband? The rumors surrounding the king varied, some insisting he was just like his father, but others painting a more empathetic picture. How would he treat you? There were women who had witnessed jus primae noctis before, but they were typically ladies of the court, and they held those secrets of the king close to their chest, like treasure they were afraid to lose it.
Your nerves kept you in constant anxiety, from getting ready in the bathhouse, to getting dressed and dolled up for him, until the moment itself. But as soon as you saw his handsome face peering down at you softly, you knew you could trust the king to take care of you, in whatever way he deemed. You are ready to give yourself to the man kissing up your neck right now, confident that he can make you feel better than any other man ever could.
His kisses trail down to your breasts, his hands running down your sides. He pulls one leg up to his hip as he cradles you under his hand. He takes his time, finding his own path down your body as his sensuality led the way. He leaves open-mouthed kisses wherever he goes, a spark running through you everytime his lips touch your body.
When he reaches your panties, he exhales a soft breath at the sight. He lookes up at you, and you catch a hint of a smirk before he puts his mouth on you through the fabric.
Your head falls back as butterflies explode in your stomach. His lips hold you hostage as his tongue swirls around, drenching the fabric. Your eyes roll to the back of your head; he barely touched you and you were already so aroused. When he is satisfied with his work, he pulls back to admire the now-see-through panties hugging you.
His eyes grew hungry at the sight, and it wasn't moments until you yelp out at the tearing sound and the sudden cold breeze you feel between your legs. Jungkook had torn off your panties, throwing the remains over his shoulder. You blink at him in suprise as he staree down at your glistening pussy, his eyes mesmerized.
As if willed by powers above himself, Jungkook dives down and buries himself in between your legs. You fall back on the bed with a gasp. He holds your folds open with two fingers, exposing you to him, as he licks and sucks at your dripping cunt. The slurping sounds are loud in your ear, causing you to groan. If you didn't feel so blissed out, you would've been embarassed at the sounds coming from what he was doing to you. Your hand unconsciously comes down to squeeze your breast as you buck your hips into his mouth.
A knot starts to build in the pit of your stomach as he hooks his hands under your knees to pull you closer. He eats you out like he was a man starved for a thousand days.
"Are you close, darling?" He coos. The first words he spoke to you. He looks up to meet your eyes in a tender gaze... before licking a stripe up your pussy while holding eye contact with you.
You gasp out, shakily nodding. You're on the brink of feeling better than you ever had before. And all it takes is for Jungkook to plunge his tongue inside you for the tension inside you to break. You sob, thighs trembling as your orgasm washes over you, coating his mouth in your cum. You could feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you choke at how good it felt.
Your body is covered in a light layer of sweat as he climbs back up, taking your mouth in a heated kiss. You could feel your arousal on his tongue as he gently pushed it into your mouth.
When he pulls away, his eyes lock with yours in a passionate gaze. He almost takes your breath away with how handsome he was; long black hair that was originally tied back neatly now falling into his face messily, his sheer black shirt doing little to hide his toned body and pecs from you, his light overcoat framing his shoulders. He is truly worthy of the title "King."
"Jungkook," he breathes, startling you out of your gaze. "You can call me Jungkook."
You nod, hesitantly trying out his name on your tongue, "Jungkook."
His heart almost bursts at the sound of his name falling from your lips. Never was it uttered in such a heavenly way as you did just now. Your voice is like a song, and sweet as sugar. He wants to hear it again, and again, and again...
"Jungkook," you gasp as his lips trail back down to your neck. You could feel him marking you, sucking purple and red into your skin, marks that would be hard to cover up tomorrow. You almost forgot you were betrothed to another man as he brands you as his, and you were happy to be tainted with his touch. You would let him claim you for the rest of your life, if he so desired.
"What's your name darling?" he mumbles against your skin.
It takes you a moment to respond, having to ground yourself from the pleasure he was kissing into you. "____" you mumbled shyly. Saying your name out loud suddenly makes this moment feel so real. This wasn't a dream, and all of reality came rushing back... including the fact that someone else would be uttering your name tomorrow at the altar.
Jungkook seemes to sense your rising anxieties, tilting your chin up to look at him. His gaze fills you with the warmth of a spring day, melting all your thoughts of the outside world away. It's perplexing to you how easily he is able to draw you back into him, and make you think of only him.
He bends down to kiss you softly, his covered bulge rubbing against your folds causing you to whimper into the kiss. Spurred on by your quiet moans, he slowly grinds his hips into yours and deepens the kiss, making you feel every curve of him, the girth making you gasp.
His hand snakes down your bodies, and starts playing with your clit, prepping your pussy for what was coming. He pulls away from your mouth and goes down to mark your boobs as he teases your entrance with a finger. You can feel your cunt throbbing at the sensation, about to suck his fingers in greedily, but you stop him before he goes any further, a hand on his making him look up in suprise.
You don't speak as you gently push him back on his haunches, crawling towards him until you're face-to-face with his crotch. Jungkook looks down at you, stunned, as your hands work his pants open and pull his cock out.
The sight of the veiny shaft with the red mushroom tip makes your mouth water. He is huge, and he isn't even fully hard yet. You aren't even sure if it is going to fit inside of you, but you want to take him so badly. You want to please him, make him feel as good as he made you feel, show him how good you can be for him. You want to take him into your mouth as far as he can go and have him look as fucked out as you looked earlier.
You wrap your nimble fingers around his cock, feeling the texture for the first time. He gently places his hand over yours, making you look at him. "Are you sure?" he asks softly.
You nod reassuringly, your innocent eyes not holding fear or concern, but determination. You experimentally slide your hand up and down his cock, testing the waters. The slide was a bit rough, so you try it out after spitting into your palm, which pulls a loud groan above you from Jungkook. You tentatively put your mouth on his tip, swirling your tongue around before pulling out with a pop. He was already big, but the more you touched him, the more he swelled. You go back in, taking him further, bobbing your head, as you fall into a comfortable rhythm. You look up at him expectantly, and he tangles his hand into your hair, moaning out a "good girl."
You revel in his praise, your hand pumping him faster as you push him into your mouth as far as possible, feeling a tightness in your throat. You can feel your arousal starting to pool in your center just from taking him so greedily, your senses abandon you as all you focused on was the handsome figure above you. His eyes are closed, and his head falls back, but he tries to resist that reflex. He wants to watch you, admire the way you look. He wills himself to open his eyes and look down to see you trying to take his giant cock into your tiny mouth, and he almost falls apart.
Your cheeks hollow as your eyes flutter up to look at him. You hear him whine out your name at the sight of you, and he starts to thrust his hips into your mouth, chasing his high. Your hand comes down to hold yourself steady on the bed as you try to take him. It wasn't exactly comfortable for you, but your pussy was dripping from how he was fucking your mouth. You moan around his length, thinking about how he'd feel inside of you, and the vibrations causing Jungkook to hasten his pace with a groan. You're sat prettily, looking up at him with big eyes as thrusts his ginormous cock into your virgin mouth, and Jungkook knows he won't last any longer with you looking like that, so he pulls out before he spills his cum down your throat, and pushes you down on the bed roughly.
"Fuck baby, you sure that was your first time sucking cock," he groans in your ear, while returning his hand to the original position between your legs to tease your pussy. You wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer, whimpering and nodding as he plays with your clit, sparking a fire in you that only he'd be able to put out.
"And look how wet you are," he teases, spreading your arousal around in his fingers, "is it because you let me fuck your mouth, sweetheart?"
You whine as he nears your entrance, slowly circling it without ever going in. "Yes, wanted to be good for you," you cry out, bucking your hips into his hand. God, you wanted him so badly.
He chuckles at your neediness before giving you what you want, pushing one finger inside you slowly, using your arousal to pump.
"You were so good for me, ___," he nuzzles your neck, "you deserve everything. You deserve the world."
Your breathing stutters as he adds another finger, slowly stretching you in preparation for his cock. You were thankful, because there was no way you'd be able to take him now, in all his fully engorged glory, without this precursor. He finds a steady rhythm, alternating between pumping his fingers in and out and scissoring you open. You can feel him brush up against a your bundle of nerves as he goes deeper, curling his fingers up inside you. You gasp out, nuzzling your face in his neck as you clutch his bicep, moving your hips in tandem with him, riding his hand.
Once you were clawing at his hand, and bucking your hips up in desperation, he abruptly pulls his fingers from you. You whine at the sudden emptiness inside you, before he muffles you with a kiss.
"Patience, baby," he smiles teasingly as you pout up at him. But Jungkook was a hypocrite, because, right now, his cock was throbbing with an ache to be inside of you. The only reason he had any self-control was because he wants to cherish this moment, cherish how you look at him, how you kiss him, how you reach down and line up his cock at your entrance...
"You ready?" he asks softly. You're so perfect, all layed out for him, looking better than heaven. He wants you so badly, wants to take you so many different ways, but he holds himself back in concern for you.
"Yes, please fuck me, Jungkook. I'm ready," you beg, pushing his bangs out of his face to get a better look. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." There was nothing else you wanted more on this earth, and he could feel that in your gaze. He hesitantly rubs his cock against your folds, holding back. You whine at the teasing, bucking your hips up in desperation while pleading his name. He chuckles, whispering "Okay," gently kissing your forehead and entangling his hand in yours, before lining himself up. Your hands braced around his torso as he hovers above you.
He pushes past your walls slowly, and you could feel every inch of him inside you. You could feel him stretching you as he carefully moves, rubbing your waist comfortingly. It feels a little uncomfortable and odd, but he is being so gentle with you, the sensation was easier to bear. Once he bottoms out, he pauses to give you chance to adjust, placing a tender kiss on your lips.
"You okay?" he asks. You can tell he's holding back, his cheeks red and his neck vein popping as he paces himself for your sake. You nod, taking his face into your hands and kissing him passionately. He moans into your mouth, savoring the taste of you on his lips as he was tucked inside of you.
He pulls out slowly, pausing for only a second before pushing back in roughly. You gasp out at the sudden intrusion, digging your nails into his back as he continues his slow pace, trying to loosen you up. You could feel pleasure replace the pain as he repeats the action.
"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," he groans in your ear as he nips your lobe. You whimper at the sensation before you're pulling him closer and whining "faster, Jungkook," in his ear. It takes all of his self-control not to bust right then and there, his heart swelling with the thought of fucking you how he wants to.
His pace quickens as he ruts into you, littering your neck in kisses as his cock slams into you with every thrust. You could hear the thud of the wood against the wall as the giant canopy bed moves with the two you. The curtains around you shudder, mimicking you as your legs tremble around him.
His breath is hot in your ear as your pussy takes him, the squelching sounds adding to the symphony around you. You could feel a familiar warmth blossom in the pit of your stomach.
"Jungkook," you squeak out, "I'm close." Your arms wrap tighter around him as he pulls one leg around his waist, the new angle causing you to gasp out as he nudges the rough bundle of nerves inside you. He snakes his arm down to rub your clit while pressing wet kisses down your neck.
"Already, angel?" he prompts, hitting deeper inside you, targetting your g-spot. You cry out his name as he finds it with it ease, now constantly stimulating it. He kisses you feverishly, panting, "Alright, baby, come for me."
The sensations around you overwhelm you, and you're pushed over the edge with a sob of his name, your body shaking.
Jungkook is peppering your face in kisses as you coat his cock in arousal, but you can still feel his hard cock inside you. You feel him pull out before flipping you over and pulling your hips up, your flimsy, short robe falling over your ass. He pushes it to side before shoving his cock back into you, slapping his hips against your ass as he finds his new rhythm.
He groans out your name as you tighten around him, the overstimulation already building another knot inside of you. He thrusts relentlessly, chasing his release, gripping your hips tightly as he moves them to match his pace. He tries to slow down, to give himself more time, to collect himself. But the sight of you, your face pressed against the mattress, whiny moans muffled, as you squeezed around his cock, is too much for him to bear. He sloppily ruts into you, tightening his grip trying to get you to move faster against him. His hand furiously rubs at your clit, trying to draw another orgasm out of you, gasping "Come on baby, one more time. Be a good girl and cum for me."
Your body convulses as his encouragement pushes you into another orgasm, falling limply and letting him use your body for his pleasure, officially tapped out for the night. His hips stutter around you, your orgasm triggering his own, and he moans out your name before releasing inside of you, squirting his cum all over your walls.
He falls beside you, heavy breathing matching your own. He turns his head to look at you, capturing your image, all fucked out from his cock, looking ethereally beautiful. He brushes your hair away from your face and kisses your forehead before tucking you into the bed. He moves to the edge of the mattress, pushing the curtain aside to peek out and call the chamberlain over, hissing instructions to him quietly.
He crawls back in beside you, as the chamberlain dismisses everyone in the room, and shuts the window shutters from prying eyes, leaving the two of you alone in the giant bed. He gets under the covers and pulls you into his side, admiring you as you look up to meet his eyes, a heat slowly creeping up your cheeks. You make have been shameless before, but after the bliss of orgasm was lifted from you, you became shy in his presence, and of all the things you let him do to you.
"Your fiance is a lucky man," he breaks the silence. There's something behind his eyes when the words leave his lips, but you can't quite make out what it is.
"Hm," you laugh humorlessly, "if luck awarded him me, I wish he would run out of it."
"You mean..." Jungkook pauses, surprised at your statement. He assumed you would be happy about marrying the love of your life. He shakes his head, "you didn't choose?"
You smile sadly. "I'm from the outer villages. the only bargaining chip my family had was me. I went to the highest bidder and that was all. I had no say in the matter."
Jungkook quietly contemplates your words. You were entering into a loveless marriage. A choice you didn't even make. The man, the lord, you were going to marry was going to parade you around court like a prize, and all the while, you'd be... alone.
You nuzzle into his side as you drifted off to sleep, comforted by his warmth and scent. You feel protected in his arms. Protected from what tomorrow would bring, what the rest of your life would bring. He was the only person in your life who had ever asked you what you wanted, if you were okay, and you wanted to cherish that feeling for as long as you could.
Jungkook watches over you as you sleep. How could he ever live to know that you would belong to someone else? How could he let you go, knowing tonight was the last time he was going to see you? It killed him to think he would never be able to hold you again, never feel your soft kiss again, never have you wrapped around him again...
He could feel physical anguish at the thought. The thought of someone else doing the things you two did. The thought of you lighting up someone else's life with your charm and bewitching smile.
Jungkook sighs heavily, staring down at you. You're the north star in his night; you gave him direction and hope just by sharing your presence. You shone so brightly he couldn't be bothered with any other object in the sky. But just like the star, you would disappear when the sun rose, and day's harsh light would bring real life back at his doorstep.
The next day, when you were looking at your reflection in the mirror, white dress draped on your body with a veil to match, you didn't expect to see a royal courier burst in, hastily shoving a note in your hand. You expected even less for the letter to read:
"Your wedding to the lord has been called off, by royal decree of the king."
pairing: jungkook x reader / word count: 13.4k / genre: fluff + comedy (I suppose)
summary: you work the night shift in a supermarket. and now your crush, aka the cutest boy in the world, aka the guy you’ve been thirsting after for months, aka jeon jungkook, works the night shift too. les geddit
warnings: this fic is sfw BUT there is cursing/explicit language—the reader is thirsty af, just SO thirsty, seriously the thirstiest, but other than that this fic is pretty soft
a/n: thank you to my darling friend and beta reader @hobi-gif, without whom this would have remained an unpublished fic I just wrote for funsies, and also to @yeojaa for reading this through and enjoying this terrible self indulgence of mine, you’re both queens
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Why is it that all the interesting things happen whenever you’re not at work? Like the time you’d been off for one (1) night so that you could move into your new place, so you hadn’t witnessed the full on brawl between a customer and the security guard right before the store shut. Or the other time when you were twenty minutes late because of road closures and you’d missed all the free doughnuts—Yoongi hadn’t even saved you one, opting to give it to his crush instead, even though Jimin wasn’t even night shift.
(Yoongi was a Judas, betraying you all because of a little thirst. Snake.)
(Okay, sure, you’re friends with Jimin too, but still.)
