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1. MOLDY FUCKING MUFFIN(S) — by @raceme2hell

⌘ ✎ ♡ idol!jeongguk | crack | bffs au

2. Help Wanted — by @merakoo

… ⟳ ♡ ☾ ᛝ ☍ dilf!jungkook | slowburn | nanny!reader

3. Handle With Care — by @dreamersparacosm

⌘ ✎ ♡ ᛝ blue-collar!jungkook | smut | marketer!reader

4. Boyfriend Hotline — by @matchastwb

… ⟳ ♡ ᛝ Onlinebf(?)!Jungkook | crack | smut

5. Waterboy — by @seokbite

⌘ ✎ ᛝ waterboy!Jungkook | heavy smut | cheerleader!reader

6. Clunk — by @seokbite

⌘ ✎ ᛝ ☍ mechanic!jungkook | nasty smut | florist!reader

7. Drown With Me — by @gukcnt

… ⟳ ♡ ☾ ᛝ 𓏵 ☍ marine biologist!jungkook | mystery thriller | forensic investigator!reader

8. One More Night — by @dreamersparacosm

⌘ ✎ ᛝ ☍ virgin!jungkook | major smut | stripper!oc

9. If You Hear a Cat at Night — by @raceme2hell

… ⟳ ♡ ☾ ᛝ 𓏵 ☍ shaman/manshin!jeongguk | urban fantasy | . magazine editor!reader

10. Make it Magical — by @cupidsbling1

… ⟳ ♡ ᛝ Bff au | denial (romance wise) | f!reader

More to come…

[koosette]

PEACHES & HONEY

📜 summary: sunlight spills through the curtains, jeongguk’s arms are wrapped around your waist, and neither of you have any intention of leaving the bed anytime soon. some mornings are made for lazy kisses, wandering hands, and falling in love with each other all over again.

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📜 tags/warnings: established relationship, soft smut, domestic intimacy, soft dom!jeongguk, praise kink, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, clingy boyfriend behavior, mutual pining but they’ve already won, excessive affection, aftercare, forehead kisses, light possessiveness (“my girl”), sleepy sex, afternoon sex, reader and jeongguk being disgustingly in love, tooth-rotting fluff, emotional softness, comfort, pancakes, no plot just yearning <3

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📜 word count: 2,474 words

Sunlight pleats through the heavy drapes in ridges of warm, muted caramel — the kind that belongs to afternoons that have nowhere to be, that settles over everything like it intends to stay.

Jeongguk has been awake for a while now, just watching you sleep. Your back is flush against his bare chest — the thin silk of your camisole catching the light where it rides up at your waist, where the sprawl of ink across his forearm holds you close; like letting go is something he hasn’t yet decided to do. You look so peaceful. He watches the slow rise of your chest, the way your lashes rest against your cheek, and thinks he would like to keep that repose on your face forever.

It is no different when you are awake — he looks at you then, too, and thinks he could listen to you for an eternity without ever growing tired, because your mind moves the way water does — never settling, always finding somewhere new to go.

He exhales softly into your hair, growing a tad restless now. He wants to see your eyes when they find his face — that fond, adoring way they always do. Like a hand pressed flat against his sternum, steadying him.

Although, he almost feels guilty. The ache you’re probably still carrying is his doing — last night’s tangled sheets, his hands tracing every inch of you like scripture, hours of relearning you over and over until neither of you could anymore. But how could he ever get enough of his sweet girl? The guilt dissolves when you shift in sleep, a small unconscious sound leaving your lips as you press closer — seeking him even now, even without knowing it.

“Baby,” he murmurs, voice languid with sleep, his lips drifting in slow, half-conscious trails over your shoulder, the nape of your neck — anywhere he can reach. A mumble of protest escapes you, and somehow, it only encourages him more. “Wake up, beautiful,” he tries again, his breath warm near your ear as he whispers sweet nothings in between.

“Gguk,” you protest, voice small and sleep-heavy. “S’too early.”

Letting out a fond huff at your whine, he nuzzles his nose against the side of your neck, breathing you in. Like peaches and honey — the sweetness of your skin warm from sleep, something sun-ripened and entirely yours. “Early? Baby, it’s past twelve. We should be having lunch,” he says, warm and teasing.

“Then go have lunch,” you declare, unwilling to move.

There’s a pause. The kind that has a look in it — mischievous and not entirely innocent. “Oh, I’ll have my lunch, alright.”

And the next moment, he tugs on your arm, and you go with a small grumble, letting him draw you to face him. He curls around you immediately, like an octopus, his face burying in the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek.

You continue whining, but you’re too malleable for your boyfriend to resist for long. With a quiet sigh, your fingers begin carding through his hair, nails scratching his scalp in the way he always adores.

“Mmm.” He’s all contentment now, pressing kisses everywhere — your neck, your collarbone, your jaw — the muted sounds filling the room alongside your breathing and the rustle of sheets as his hips shift into yours, and you find yourself parting your thighs to make room for him.

You try to focus on his affection, tilting your head to give him more area to work on, but the visible strain in his boxers presses insistently against your thigh, impossible to ignore.

Instinctively, your thighs squeeze together, and the friction that jolts through you pulls a muffled curse from him. He pulls back just enough to look at you.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his bambi eyes earnest and searching, not wanting to push you too soon after last night.

Your heart does what it always does when he looks at you like that — melts completely. Instead of answering, you lean in and capture his plush lips with yours, the cool metal of his lip ring catching against your tongue as you sweep over his lower lip, coaxing him open. He parts for you eagerly, his tongue meeting yours as he grinds down against you in patient, rhythmic circles.

You press closer — you might as well be inside his skin, from how tangled together you are — your fingers gripping his hair and pulling him deeper, your sweet sounds of pleasure filling the sunlit room.

Jeongguk kisses you like he wants to bury his breath inside you, a lazy, starved heat that tangles your sighs together until you’re sharing the same taste.

“Gguk,” you breathe out, pulling back just enough to linger against his lips. “Please.”

“Please what, beautiful? Use your words,” he gently compels, sinking his weight deeper into the cradle of your thighs, emphasizing his desire.

A fragmented gasp escapes you. Your fingers curl against his bare chest, searching for something solid. “Please — please touch me.”

Jeongguk lets out a satisfied groan, like he’d give you the whole damn world if you kept looking at him like that, kept saying please so sweetly, like you’d let him take you apart at any hour of the day.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, soothing your restlessness with loving kisses across your cheek and temple, his hand slipping between your bodies to ease the whisper of silk from your hips.

He draws back to ease you onto your back, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. When he finally buries his head between your thighs, his gaze finds the warm dew of your arousal — his approval hums low against your ear, mellow and reverent.

“My sweet girl,” he murmurs, circling his thumb over your clit, content to take his time. “Always so ready for me.”

Your fingers curl around his bicep as your body tenses — just for a moment — before liquefying under his touch. “Only for you, Gguk,” you exhale, your free hand tracing the warmth of his neck, his chest, needing to feel him.

Your words seem to undo him, but instead of quickening, he reaches for your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss pressed right to your knuckles. A silent promise: just let go. I’ll take care of you.

He rustles low-voiced praise against your ear, mouths slumberous kisses into your skin, and when his fingers ease into you, you arch into him almost immediately, a flushed plea on your lips. He reads you effortlessly, his pace deepening as he slides in another finger, then another, stretching you open with a terrible, patient grace.

“Feels so good, Gguk,” you whine, lifting your eyes to his. The darkness in his gaze nearly undoes you — but it’s the contradiction of it, lust and tenderness living in the same look, that truly breaks you open. He touches you as though you’re the definition of everything he has been looking for.

“Yeah?” he hums, his thumb stroking your clit as his fingers work deeper, curling just right until you’re squeezing around him. “So good at taking it,” he murmurs, like it’s something private, something only he gets to say. “Just like that.”

The pleasure builds in swells — his fingers, his voice velvety at your ear, the scent of him — until your neck arches backwards, pulling you toward the edge. He pulls out briefly, fingers slick, only for his tongue to swirl—

“Ggukie, stop,” you gasp.

He stills immediately. He lifts his head, eyes widened and wary, already worried he’s asked too much of you after last night. “Shit, baby, I’m—”

You shake your head, pressing your finger gently to his lips.

“No. You’re perfect, Ggukie,” you promise, kissing his cheek to smooth the furrow between his brows. “I just—” You hesitate.

Something in him soft-pedals first. He reads you the way he always does — the small crease between your brows, the way your lip catches between your teeth. His thumb brushes your cheek before his palm settles there, warm and waiting.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” you finally say, a delicate flush rising to your cheeks, voice quiet and a little shy. “I want to feel you.”

He tries very hard not to coo. His lips twitch anyway, that familiar crooked, bunny smile breaking through as a wave of affection rises so fast it almost knocks him sideways. He eases his way up.

Slowly, he lays you back against the pillow, settling his weight completely over you, his large hands cradling your face like it’s the most precious thing to him.

You let out a small, startled puff of air, hands ghosting over his shoulders as you look up at him — wide-eyed, unguarded.

That seems to do him in entirely. He drops his forehead to yours and just — covers your face in kisses. Loud, sloppy, completely unabashed, murmuring in between: “You’re so damn cute.” “My pretty, shy girl.” “I love you so much.”

Your eyes go wide for just a moment before you dissolve — giggling helplessly, trying to protest between each press of his lips. “Ggukie, stop—” you say in a dazed whisper. But your hands don’t push him away. They cradle the back of his head instead, fingers threading through his hair.

He doesn’t stop. He can’t. You could simply breathe in his direction and he would be on his knees. That’s how deep it runs, and it lives plainly in the way he looks at you when he finally pulls back — still breathing raggedly, his eyes so liquid it almost aches.

You draw him closer until your foreheads touch. Nose to nose. A soft deflation.

“You love me so much,” you muse. Not exactly a surprise. Just a fact you like saying out loud. Certain.

“I really do,” he anchors, taking in your face like he wants to keep it somewhere safe. Like a memory folded and tucked close to the heart.

A stillness settles between you then — unrushed, comfortable.

“I love you,” you whisper. Then, with a sheepish smile: “But um... I really need you, Ggukie.”

His eyebrows shoot up slightly, like he’d genuinely forgotten what you were doing before the cuteness overwhelmed him. A flush rises to his cheeks. He lets out an abashed, breathy laugh and brushes his nose against yours.

“I’m at your service, pretty girl,” he declares, grinning, earning a swat to his chest and your laughter in return.

He catches your hand, brings it to his lips — a kiss pressed to the center of your palm — then reaches down to slide off his boxers, discarding them somewhere behind him.

He’s already hard, has been, and even after all this time, the sight of him makes heat bloom across your cheeks. It still feels intimate. It still feels like something special, for only your eyes.

He makes everything feel that way.

He gives himself a few slow strokes, lining up to your entrance, his eyes never leaving your face. You press feather-light kisses to his chest and shoulder while you wait, and he returns each one with a knowing smile or a kiss to your temple.

“Ready?” he asks, patient.

You nod, murmuring a hushed “yes,” and he sinks in slowly — just enough to let you feel him — before the slickness draws him deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully rooted inside you.

He watches your face. Waits.

And when he finds only pliancy there, only warmth, something in his own expression thaws completely. He braces on his forearms on either side of you, and looks at you.

“What am I going to do with you, hm?” he rumbles.

The question surprises a laugh out of you. He answers it by leaning down and kissing you over and over, chasing the sound of it on your tongue.

“Whatever you want, Gguk. I’m all yours,” you affirm.

“All mine,” he echoes devoutly. “My pretty girl.”

He begins to rock into you — slow and sensual, his hips finding a rhythm that feels like ‘mine’. His voice drops raspy, a cascade of sweet nothings that blurs at the edges until it’s just his silky baritone, the warmth of him, the fullness of him.

“I can’t think when I’m inside you. All I can do is feel.”

“Then feel me.”

So he does.

Every muttered word. Every slow thrust. It makes you feel cherished.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby — taking me so well,” as his mouth paints the line of your throat, leaving behind love bites. His favourite thing to do.

He wants his sweet girl to walk around wearing his love.

He fucks you slow, the kind of slow that makes time disappear.

The kind where his hands find yours, fingers pinning together beside your head.

A quiet, throaty hum rolls from you like you’re still half-asleep. Your legs lift slowly, knees brushing his ribs. He watches them move, watches you offer yourself up, and the corner of his lips twitch.

“Legs around my waist, baby.” His forehead presses to yours, eyes closed. “That’s it. That’s exactly it.”

“Fill me up?”

“Mm... say please first.”

“Please, Ggukie,” you sigh.

He cups your face, thumb brushing your cheek, and kisses you as he keeps that leisure, rolling rhythm — rocking into you again and again until his hips pulses and he spills deep, warm, and full, moaning softly into your mouth.

The room blurs until there’s nothing left but haze, climbing slowly, feverishly, until you reach the edge together.

And when the release finally radiates outward, it feels electric. Not just the physical closeness, though that is its own kind of beautiful. It’s the feeling of being fully known, fully held — intertwined and inseparable, two people briefly becoming one heartbeat.

The room is cocooned and gold and very quiet. Your heartbeat is still finding its way back to something steady.

Afterward, Jeongguk disappears briefly and returns with a damp cloth, running it over your skin with the same attentive care he gives everything that matters to him. He stays close, lips nesting against your shoulder, your temple, the curve of your jaw — weaving between each kiss how loved you are, how beautiful you make his life, how much he adores you. You don’t say anything. You just let him.

You wonder sometimes if he knows what it feels like — to be loved by him. You don’t think he does. It lives in every part of you the moment you think of his name, wresting from you past all control.

Later, wrapped in his hoodie, you slip your arms around his waist from behind as he makes pancakes. A somnolent peace settles over the kitchen, over you, over everything.

You kiss his cheek. Once. Twice. Seal a muffled ‘I love you so much’ against his jaw.

He turns. Kisses you breathless. The pancakes are forgotten.

Until it’s just stolen kisses, breakfast at odd hours, and the safety of love.

[ggukiebar]

drunk sex | j.jk

pairing: boyfriend jungkook x fem reader

word count: 9.2k

genre: smut, pwp

summary: you thought he ended the live…gasping & moaning out loud while he fucks you, the hearts and comments flooding the screen while you stare at it with wide eyes.

warnings: drunk!horny jungkook x fem reader, explicit sexual content, dub-con, jk is very mean & horny, dumbification heavy degradation, he fucks you with the beer bottle, very dom jk, usage of slut & whore, spitting, edging, clit rubbing, pussy eating, mock sympathy, spitting in mouth, praising, condescending dirty talk, nipple play, mild choking, cum eating, manipulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, overstimulation, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie.

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‘’Open your legs wider, baby. Don’t act shy on me now.”

His voice was low, laced with amusement...as his tattooed hand came down against your left thigh in a firm slap, urging your legs farther apart.

Heat bloomed beneath your skin, your cheeks burning as you reluctantly obeyed. You parted your legs just enough to satisfy your own embarrassment, but not his.

Jungkook raised a brow, his gaze lingering on the hesitant space between your thighs before it flickered back to your face. A smile, equal parts teasing and knowing, tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Are you shy, baby?” he murmured. “I thought you wanted me to play with your little pussy.”

“Koo—”

“Spread them wider,” he said lazily, his gaze dropping to your legs with a mocking stare. “Let me see how wet you are, hmm?”

Jungkook was drunk.

Not the kind that left him stumbling over his own feet or slurring every other word. Just enough alcohol lingered in his veins to loosen the restraint he usually carried so well—to make him needier, bolder, hungrier.

Only an hour earlier, he had been live on Weverse with a bottle of beer resting comfortably in his hand, laughing with his fans as if the night belonged to all of them. He sang a handful of song requests, talked about his day, shared little fragments of his life, and even offered glimpses behind the curtain of an industry that rarely allowed him to slow down. It was one of those rare evenings where work wasn't suffocating him, and he looked lighter because of it.

While he remained blissfully occupied with the thousands of people watching him through his phone screen, you had quietly let yourself into his hotel room.

A cute little surprise…one he'd been far too distracted to notice.

Earlier that evening, you had told him you were busy. It was a harmless lie, one you rarely ever told him.

Every night…Jungkook would call you. It didn't matter if he had spent the entire day rehearsing, performing, or traveling from one city to the next. No matter how exhausted he was from tour, he always found a pocket of time to hear your voice, to tell you about his day, and to ask about yours.

Tonight was no different…except you answered his call with a sleepy voice, telling him you were tired and that you would probably head to bed early.

The truth was far more exciting.

While he believed you were curled up beneath your blankets, you were already slipping into the backseat of a cab, your destination set to the hotel where he was staying.

The smile that tugged at your lips refused to fade throughout the drive.

Beneath the long coat wrapped around your body hid a short velvet dress—one you knew he'd appreciate the moment his eyes landed on you. The soft fabric skimmed your thighs, warming you just enough against the cool night air as anticipation fluttered pleasantly inside your chest.

Getting inside had been easier than expected.

Jimin, already aware of your little surprise...had quietly helped you get hold of a spare keycard without so much as a second question. His only request was that you record Jungkook's reaction afterward.

You laughed under your breath at the memory as the hotel room door clicked shut behind you.

He hadn't noticed…his back was still turned toward you, completely absorbed in the live broadcast.

Jungkook sat comfortably on a wooden chair cushioned in soft white fabric, his phone carefully propped up on the table in front of him. A small potted plant filled the background of the frame, giving the stream an almost homey warmth despite the unfamiliar hotel room. Beside him rested a couple of half-finished beer bottles and a plastic container of takeout, abandoned between stories and song requests as he smiled at the comments rolling endlessly across his screen.

He was still wearing the matching denim jacket and jeans from the concert, making it obvious he had gone live the moment he returned to his hotel room, not even bothering to change out of his stage clothes.

Smiling to yourself, you carefully slipped your coat off your shoulders, revealing the short velvet dress hidden beneath it. The soft fabric settled against your skin as you quietly draped the coat over a nearby chair before making your way to the bed. Every movement was slow and deliberate, careful not to interrupt him while he remained completely immersed in the live.

His voice drifted through the room as he sang another request, occasionally glancing at the flood of comments racing across his screen. Watching him like this...relaxed, smiling, blissfully unaware of your presence—made your chest swell with affection.

You quietly settled onto the middle of the bed and bent down to slip off your heels, but the moment your fingers brushed against your small purse, it slipped from your grasp.

A soft thud echoed against the carpet.

It wasn't particularly loud, but in the quiet of the hotel room, it felt deafening. Your heart immediately lurched into your throat as one terrifying thought crossed your mind.

The live must've picked that up.

His singing came to an abrupt halt as his dark eyes landed on you, silently taking in the unexpected sight before him. They wandered over your figure with unmistakable disbelief, lingering on the short velvet dress, your bare legs, and the heels still dangling from your fingertips before finally returning to your face. For a long second, neither of you spoke.

You forced a nervous smile, but the excitement that had carried you all the way to his hotel room quickly melted into panic. Nervous that you might ruin his career by your stupid surprise.

Jungkook merely shook his head at the camera, an easy smile settling on his lips as he dismissed the noise. "Probably something from outside," he said casually before excusing himself for a moment. He set his phone down on the table and disappeared from the frame.

The moment you heard his chair scrape against the floor, you let out the breath you'd been holding. A grin spread across your face as you stepped away from the bed, smoothing the front of your dress before standing a little straighter.

"Jungkookie!" you chirped, unable to contain your excitement. "I was about to surprise you. Hehe... my bag—"

The rest of your sentence dissolved into a startled gasp.

Before you could take another step, his hand found the hair gathered at the nape of your neck, his fingers curling around it just firmly enough to stop you in place. His other hand drifted lower, absentmindedly brushing along the hem of your short velvet dress, his fingertips grazing the fabric as though testing just how much of a surprise you had planned for him.

"Thought my baby's busy?" he asked, one thick brow lifting in quiet amusement.

His eyes, darkened by the beer still lingering in his system, wandered over you without the slightest hint of restraint. They traced every curve the dress hugged, lingering with unmistakable appreciation before finally returning to your face, where they met yours with a knowing smile that told you he'd already begun piecing together the night's little deception.

You couldn't help the little pout that tugged at your lips.

"W-Well, I wanted to surprise you and—"

"Really?" he interrupted, the corners of his mouth lifting into a teasing smile. "What were you gonna do?"

He closed the already small distance between you, leaving barely enough space for another breath to fit. The warmth of his body seeped into yours, and when he spoke again, his hot breath—tinged with mint and the lingering bitterness of beer—fanned softly across your face, making your thoughts stumble over themselves.

You blinked up at him, "Uh... I-I was gonna—"

"Spread your legs and play with your little pussy while I'm on live?" he cut in, amusement coating every word as his fingers tightened ever so slightly around the hair gathered at the nape of your neck, drawing you a little closer.

Your eyes widened almost instantly. "N-No, Koo!" you protested, your voice coming out smaller than you intended. "I just wanted to surprise you by being here."

Panic settled heavily in your chest.

From the very beginning, you had known what loving Jungkook meant. His career was bigger than the two of you, his name carried a weight few people could truly understand, and the moment you agreed to be his girlfriend, you also accepted that your relationship would remain hidden from the world.

You never resented him for it.

You understood how demanding his life was, how carefully every move he made was watched, and how quickly the smallest rumor could spiral into something neither of you could control. It wasn't the live itself that frightened you—it was the possibility of someone hearing your voice, catching a glimpse of you in the background, or noticing something that shouldn't have been there. It only took one screenshot, one clipped video, one curious fan to start asking questions.

Questions neither of you were ready to answer.

That's why you had planned tonight so carefully.

You hadn't come here to interrupt him. If anything, your plan had been to wait quietly until his live ended before revealing yourself. You had spent far too long getting ready, slipping into your cutest velvet dress beneath your coat, fixing your hair, touching up your makeup, wanting to be the first thing he saw when he was finally done. You knew how much he missed you, just as you missed him through every city, every flight, and every late-night phone call that never seemed long enough.

The surprise was supposed to be for him. Instead, one careless sound had your heart lodged somewhere in your throat.

A low chuckle escaped Jungkook's lips, though there wasn't an ounce of humor behind it. His fingers caught the hem of your dress, slowly tugging it—and you...closer until your body rested flush against his chest. The warmth radiating from him seeped through the layers of your clothes, his grip possessive without needing to tighten.

"Aww," he cooed, the praise dripping with mock sincerity. "What a sweet girl you are."

The words should've sounded affectionate. Instead, they carried that familiar edge you had learned to recognize over time.

You looked up at him, and that's when it hit you.

The soft, doe-like gaze you adored had all but disappeared, replaced by pupils blown wide beneath the dim hotel lights, his irises nearly swallowed by the darkness. A faint flush dusted his cheeks, and the scent of beer lingered on every slow breath that brushed against your skin.

He was fucking drunk.

Not completely gone, not enough to lose himself, but enough for the alcohol to blur the lines around his usual restraint.

You'd seen this version of Jungkook before. Whenever he drank a little too much, he became impossibly clingy, forever reaching for you, wanting you close enough to touch. And beneath that affection always lingered something else—a quiet neediness that settled into every glance, every smile, every lingering brush of his hands.

You couldn't help but pout. ''Cause I missed you, Kookie...wanna spend time with my boyfriend."

Your fingers found the collar of his denim jacket, fidgeting with the fabric as nervousness crept back into your chest. You smoothed an invisible wrinkle with your thumb, too shy to meet his eyes for more than a second.

He didn't say anything right away. He simply watched you, his dark eyes trailing every small movement of your hands as though they fascinated him.

His head tilted, curiosity dancing behind his dark eyes.

“You miss your boyfriend?”

Your teeth caught your lower lip almost instinctively. Heat crept up your neck and settled across your cheeks every time he called himself your boyfriend, as though the title still carried the power to fluster you no matter how many times he'd said it.

When you gave him a slow, timid nod, something shifted in his expression.

His fingers released the fabric of your dress only to cradle your face instead, pinching your cheeks together until your lips parted obediently for him.

A startled gasp escaped you the moment he spat into your open mouth.

Before you could even process it, he leaned in. His tongue brushed against yours, slow yet demanding, pushing the warmth of his saliva deeper while his tattooed hand held your head firmly in place, leaving you nowhere to retreat.

“Sit on the chair and spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice rough around the edges. “Show me how much you missed me.”

Oh, he's horny.

Your eyes softened as you lowered yourself onto the same chair he had occupied only minutes earlier during his live, settling into it like the good girl he expected you to be.

You looked up at him through your lashes, watching as he bent toward the table. His fingers curled around another bottle of beer, the denim jacket hanging effortlessly from his frame. Worn over bare skin, it left the smooth expanse of his chest and the defined planes of his stomach completely exposed, drawing your gaze before you could think to look away.

Your lips parted, your small fingers instinctively gathered the hem of your velvet dress...clutching the fabric tightly as heat blossomed beneath your skin.

Jungkook tipped the bottle back without ever looking away from you.

His adam's apple bobbed with every slow swallow, the muscles of his throat working beneath warm, honeyed skin. When the bottle was half-way, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand before tilting his head ever so slightly, his dark eyes lingering on you with quiet expectation.

“Thought you missed me?” the words dripped with quiet condescension.

He took another lazy sip, in no rush whatsoever, as though he already knew exactly what your next move would be. All that was left was waiting for you to gather the courage to make it.

You swallowed hard.

Something about the way he was looking at you made your stomach tighten. His pupils had nearly swallowed the warm brown of his eyes, leaving behind a darkness that only ever surfaced when alcohol loosened the last threads of his restraint.

It wasn't cruelty that the alcohol brought out of him, but hunger—raw, possessive, and impossible to ignore. A side of him reserved only for moments like these. A side of him that never failed to leave your heart racing, your thoughts unraveling, and your body aching for whatever he decided to do to you next.

Slowly, almost hesitantly...you spread your legs wider.

Heat rushed to your cheeks the moment the damp patch on your panties came into full view, the fabric clinging embarrassingly against your already wet pussy. Your dress had ridden dangerously high, bunching around your waist with the movement, leaving you far more exposed than you ever thought you could bear. Your fingers curled tightly around the armrests, your grip firm enough to whiten your knuckles.

Jungkook simply watched.

Leaning lazily against the edge of the coffee table, he absentmindedly twirled the half-empty bottle of beer between his fingers, his gaze never once leaving the space between your thighs. There was no urgency in him. Only quiet patience, as though he knew you would eventually give him exactly what he wanted.

“Come on, baby.” he teased, the corner of his lips lifting into a knowing smile. “You know what I wanted to see...you're my smart girl.”

“Koo...” the protest barely left your lips.

Unable to endure the weight of his gaze any longer, you slowly lifted your legs onto the armrests, spreading them wider until there was nowhere left for your embarrassment to hide.

A shaky breath escaped you.

Warmth bloomed across your face, crept over your ears, and settled along the back of your neck as the realization of just how exposed you were settled deep in your chest. Every inch of you was laid bare for him to admire, your wet underwear the only thing standing between his eyes and what he truly wanted to see.

And perhaps what embarrassed you the most was how your pussy responded.

The quiet submission of obeying him, of letting him look his fill, only made the wetness between your thighs deepen.

The corner of his mouth curved upward as his gaze lingered on the darkened fabric between your thighs.

“What a pathetic little slut.”

The words left him with a quiet chuckle, rich with amusement rather than surprise, as though your flustered state had been exactly what he'd expected the moment you walked through the door.

His eyes wandered unhurriedly over your body before settling between your thighs, where the damp patch blooming against your panties betrayed every ounce of your desperation. The smug curve of his lips only deepened, wearing the kind of confidence that made your humiliation burn even hotter beneath your skin.

“Did you get all wet and needy because you missed me, baby?” he teased, lifting the bottle to his lips for another slow swallow. “You couldn't even wait for me to finish, I bet you would rub that little cunnie of yours while waiting for me to end the live.”

There it was. The filthy mouth that only alcohol seemed capable of coaxing out of him.

You bit down on your lower lip, shaking your head as you struggled to swallow the embarrassed whimper threatening to slip past your lips.

A soft chuckle rumbled in Jungkook's chest.

He set the nearly empty bottle on the table with a quiet thud before turning his full attention back to you.

“My sweet baby,” he teased, his voice warm with drunken amusement. “Getting wet just from opening your legs for your boyfriend.”

“Koo...” you pouted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Take off your panties, baby.” his eyes drifted between your thighs before returning to yours. “Let me see that little pussy that's been waiting for me.”

Your fingers hesitated at the waistband for only a moment before you obeyed, slowly guiding your underwear down your legs until the delicate fabric pooled around your ankles.

The cool air brushing against your bare cunt made your breath catch.

He bit his lower lip. "My pretty pretty pussy, can you open your folds for me baby?"

You hesitated, your cheeks flushing a deep crimson. But the fire in his eyes was impossible to ignore. Slowly, you parted your pussy lips...giving him a clear view of your most intimate place. His eyes darkened, and a low growl rumbled from his throat as he took in your glistening folds, already slick with your creamy juices.

"Poor baby," he muttered, licking his lips. "All wet and tight for me to play with," he reached out, trailing a single finger along your slit, drawing a soft gasp from your lips at the sudden contact.

"Go on, you’re not dumb…rub it.”

With growing shyness, you reached between your legs, your fingertips finding your swollen clit. You rubbed your bud in slow, careful circles at first before your movements grew rougher, matching the pace you knew he liked best, all while remaining painfully aware of his eyes following every motion.

“That’s it, baby.” he praised, his voice wrapped in mock sympathy that only made the words sting more. “Rub yourself good and hard, like the needy little whore you are. Show me how you make yourself come when I’m not here to do it for you.”

Your breath faltered, each shaky inhale caught somewhere in your throat before leaving you in uneven gasps…your chest rising and falling faster with every passing second. Your body betrayed you so easily, responding despite the heat blooming across your face, despite the humiliation curling low in your stomach.

The corners of your eyes began to sting. "Oh, Koo-"

You blinked rapidly, willing the tears away before they had the chance to fall. Stopping wasn't an option—not when his eyes remained fixed on your pussy with that unwavering patience, waiting to see whether you would obey.

And you always did.

You wanted to please him. Even if it meant surrendering every ounce of your pride beneath the weight of his gaze.

“You look so pretty,” he murmured, the corners of his lips lifting with cruel amusement as he watched your cunt. “You pathetic little thing.”

The words should have hurt. Instead, they settled somewhere beneath your skin, sending an unfamiliar warmth coursing through your veins, twisting together embarrassment and longing until you could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.

You were his.

The realization came as quietly as it always did, wrapping itself around every frantic beat of your heart.

Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the warmth spreading from your face down to your chest as you continued rubbing your clit with growing urgency. The rough pads of your fingers slid over your sensitive slit, each desperate stroke accompanied by the soft, slick sounds of your creamy juices filling the room.

Your fingers moved faster, the circles growing tighter as the pressure increased. Pleasure coiled deep inside you, building with every passing second until it became almost unbearable. Your body tensed as you climbed higher and higher, your breaths breaking into short...shaky gasps, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you struggled to keep up with the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes...you were completely exposed before him, vulnerable in every sense, and yet you couldn't stop. You wanted to give him everything he asked for, to show him just how desperately you needed him.

Your fingers became a blur against your aching clit, every touch sending another wave of pleasure through your body. You were so close—just a few more seconds, just a few more strokes...

And then—

"Slow down, baby," he said, his voice a low...commanding purr. "Let me watch you longer, hmm?"

You took a deep breath, your fingers pausing for a brief moment before resuming their motion. This time, you rubbed slowly...tracing gentle circles around your swollen clit, barely grazing the sensitive nub. Your body responded immediately to the change in pace, your hips shifting instinctively in search of more pressure, more friction.

He chuckled, the low, dark sound sending a shiver racing down your spine. "That's it, baby...just like that. Nice and slow for your boyfriend." he reached out, his fingertips trailing up your thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "You're so sensitive, aren't you? I can see your tight hole twitching already."

Heat rushed to your cheeks once more, a soft moan slipping past your lips as you continued to touch yourself, your movements slow and deliberate. Every gentle stroke, every careful rub of your fingers sent another wave of sensation through your body. You felt everything with startling clarity, your body hypersensitive beneath his gaze. Your breaths settled into soft, steady pants, your chest rising and falling with each measured inhale and exhale.

“I-I'm close, Koo...please.” you breathed, your voice trembling as the words barely made it past your lips.

His smile widened, his eyes never leaving your wet pussy.

“Aww…that fast, baby?” he murmured, his voice rich with condescension. “Come for me, then. Show me how much you love being used and degraded by your boyfriend.”

The knot low in your stomach tightened. Your breathing turned shallow, every muscle in your body drawing taut as though the anticipation itself had wrapped around your limbs. You couldn't hold back any longer.

Pleasure crashed over you in relentless waves, your body shuddering as you came. Your back arched instinctively, a soft cry escaping your lips while your movements lingered, prolonging the overwhelming sensation that rippled through you. Embarrassment, exhilaration, and the weight of his words tangled together until they became impossible to separate, leaving your thoughts deliciously hazy.

Slowly, the intensity began to ebb.

You blinked your eyes open, your vision still blurred around the edges, only to find Jungkook standing between your parted legs. The teasing smile had long since disappeared.

Something darker settled behind his gaze instead, the lingering amusement giving way to quiet hunger as he looked down at you, taking in every shaky breath, every flush painted across your skin.

“My good girl,” he breathed, the word falling from his lips almost absentmindedly as he watched you. “Cumming so hard and making me so proud.”

His gaze drifted back down to your cunt, a satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“My poor little pussy…so tired and puffy from my baby’s small fingers.”

You shook your head almost instinctively, your body still trembling in the aftermath, yet already yearning for more.

“Kookie, please...” you whimpered.

A pleased hum rumbled in his chest as he knelt before you, leaning back slightly. His eyes remained locked on yours while he slowly spread your folds apart with his fingers.

Your eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you felt your twitching hole being exposed to him even more. You could feel the cool air against your wetness, and you knew he could see your thick white cum leaking out, coating his fingers.

He let out a low growl of approval, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of your arousal. "Look at you, baby..you’re leaking so much." he scooped your warm cum and brought his fingers to his mouth, never breaking eye contact, and wrapped his lips around them.

You watched, your heart pounding in your chest, as he slowly tasted you, his tongue swirling around his tattooed fingers. His eyes fluttered shut for the briefest moment, a soft moan escaping him before he opened them again, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

“Mmm...” he groaned. “You taste so good.”

The sight alone made your stomach flutter. Jungkook leaned down, his face hovering just above your cunt, his warm breath ghosting across your swollen pussy as his gaze searched yours.

"Do you want me to eat your pussy?” he murmured.

You could only manage a weak nod, your cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. Embarrassment and anticipation swirled inside you, but you would do anything he asked of you.

“Tell Koo, what you want him to do to your little cunnie.” his lips curled into a teasing smile. “Be a good girl and ask nicely.”

Your heart skipped. Heat rushed to your face all over again, your shyness rooting you to the spot. The words lodged in your throat, refusing to come out no matter how badly you wanted to obey him.

“P-Please, Koo...” you stammered, your voice scarcely more than a whisper. “Lick my pussy.”

He lifted his head just enough to meet your eyes, a knowing look settling across his features.

“Louder, baby.” he raised a thick brow at you. “Koo, can't hear you when you're being so shy.”

You bit your lower lip, gathering what little courage remained.

“Please... lick my pussy,” you repeated, the words leaving you a little steadier this time, though your voice still trembled around the edges.

A quiet chuckle escaped him as he slowly shook his head.

“What was that, baby?” he teased. “I didn't catch that.”

For a long moment, all you could hear was the frantic pounding of your own heartbeat. You drew in a slow breath, swallowing the last of your embarrassment before finally forcing yourself to meet his eyes.

“Please...” your voice quivered despite your efforts to steady it. “P-please lick my cunnie.”

His expression softened into quiet approval, a subtle smile replacing the teasing one he'd worn moments before.

“There you go…my obedient slut.” he praised. “So well mannered for Kookie.”

He leaned in, his tongue flattening against your wet slit before dragging a long, unhurried stripe through your folds.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips. Your fingers instinctively curled around the edge of the chair, knuckles whitening as pleasure rippled through your body in slow, relentless waves. He groaned against you, the vibration melting into your skin, shooting another pulse of pleasure straight through your already trembling pussy.

"Oh, my..."

Your voice came out broken, the aftermath of your earlier orgasm still lingered...your body caught in that delicious in-between where every lick bordered on too much. And somehow, it only made you crave more.

A low chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest, the sound muffled against your soaked cunt.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?"

The words barely left his lips before he buried himself between your thighs once more.

This time, there was no teasing.

His fingers slipped between your legs, gently pulling your hood back, opening you up more beneath his gaze before his mouth found your puffy clit.

His tongue traced slow, deliberate strokes through your slickness...savoring every little sound you gave him. He sucked your clit with growing hunger, each languid movement gradually giving way to something needier, more desperate, until your head tipped back against the chair.

He lost himself in you, messy, wet and sloppy...slurping every milky white cum that you released.

His lips glistened with your arousal, his chin damp, his tongue refusing to leave your wet pussy for more than a heartbeat before finding your clit again. He didn't seem to care about anything beyond the way your body reacted beneath him, the quiet catches of your breath, the involuntary tremble of your thighs, the way your hips tried to follow every movement of his warm mouth.

He spat softly against your pussy, the warmth of it blending with the slickness already coating you. His thumb spread it with slow, practiced circles, rubbing it into your sensitive slit until everything glistened beneath his touch.

"There..." he murmured, almost to himself. "Much better."

You moaned, your hips instinctively bucking in search of more friction, more of his mouth, more contact. But Jungkook was quick to stop you, both hands settling firmly around your hips and holding you still against the chair. His grip was unyielding, leaving you no room to chase your own pleasure, forcing you instead to surrender to the pace he had chosen. His mouth found your bud again, sucking it between his lips as his tongue flicked over the sensitive clit with practiced precision. A cry tore from your throat, your back arching as your body convulsed beneath the sudden rush of pleasure.

He didn't stop. If anything, your reaction only seemed to encourage him. He continued licking, spitting and sucking with an almost greedy determination, gradually pushing you higher with every languid stroke of his tongue. Then you felt one finger ease inside your tight hole, followed by another, stretching you open before curling upward to brush against that familiar spongey spot that immediately stole the air from your lungs. Your fingers tangled through his hair, clutching at the dark strands as your thighs trembled around his shoulders. His rhythm never faltered, steady and relentless, patiently working you toward another release despite the way your body still quivered from the last one.

"Koo... I'm... I'm close..." you panted.

At that, he finally looked up. His lips glistened, his chin damp, his dark eyes shining with quiet satisfaction as they met yours.

"I'm not done," he growled, "Let me eat your cunnie more, yeah?"

You squirmed at the suggestion, a soft whine escaping you before you could stop it. "Koo, please—"

Your body was unbearably sensitive from your earlier release, every brush of his tongue sending a sting of pleasure through your nerves that bordered on overwhelming. Yet he only tightened his hold on your thighs, anchoring you exactly where he wanted you.

"Shh," he murmured, his warm breath ghosting over your slit. "I'm not done with you yet, hold your cum."

Your lashes fluttered as you forced yourself to meet his gaze, your lips parting around a shaky breath. "But I just... I can't..."

A knowing smile spread across his face. "Oh, you can," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low groan. "You can take more, baby. You're my good little slut."

Each word was followed by the slow drag of his tongue, eating you more till your pussy was so wet from his spit and your juices. The pleasure unfurled through your body in steady waves, drawing helpless little sounds from your throat despite how sensitive you already were. Your hips lifted instinctively, chasing more of his mouth, but the movement only earned you another amused chuckle.

"Stay still, baby." he chuckled, the corners of his lips curling before he buried himself between your thighs again.

He was messy, unapologetically so...yet he made no attempt to slow down or clean himself. If anything, it seemed to encourage him. 

Jungkook opened your folds again, a harsh thick spit landed against your tight hole...his middle finger gathered it, pushing it deeper and deeper. They slipped through your arousal with effortless ease, gliding in practiced strokes that left your body trembling beneath him.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice roughened by desire, “You like it when I'm rough with you...when I take what I want."

Fully submitting to him…your thighs quivered around him, every involuntary twitch answering for you long before your voice ever could.

He pushed his saliva deeper until your hole was overflowing, pushing slow enough for you to feel every inch before a second finger joined it, stretching you around them with practiced ease. They began to move in a steady rhythm, slipping in and out of your tight hole as your breathing gradually lost its rhythm, each thrust coaxing another broken gasp from your lips, your creamy cum spilling like a broken faucet.

"Watch me." he groaned, "Watch how I stretch your pussy."

His fingers curled upward, deliberately brushing against that familiar spot inside you, and your head immediately tipped back against the chair.

Your eyes fluttered shut, even as you tried so hard to keep them on him...your grip tightening in his hair as another rush of pleasure coursed through your body.  He felt the way you reacted, the way your pussy trembled around his fingers, and a satisfied smile settled across his lips.

"You like that, baby?" he murmured, never once slowing his pace. "Like how your boyfriend's fingering you?"

You whimpered, every slow curl of his fingers tightened the knot low in your stomach, winding it a little tighter until your muscles began to tense all over again.

"Jungkook..." you breathed, the syllables catching between uneven gasps. "I'm... I'm close..."

Your fingers threaded deeper into his hair, unconsciously holding him there, as though the simple act of touching him could somehow steady the overwhelming pleasure steadily consuming you.

"I know, baby," he said, his voice thick with want. "I know you're close, you’re getting tighter."

And then, just as the pressure threatened to spill over, he withdrew them.

The sudden emptiness stole the breath from your lungs.

A quiet whimper escaped before you could stop it, your body instinctively chasing the warmth that had just been taken away. Every muscle still trembled with need, caught between relief and frustration, but one look from him was enough to keep you still. His gaze lingered on yours, silently demanding your patience.

Without breaking eye contact, Jungkook slowly rose to his feet. He reached for an unopened bottle of beer on the table, curling his fingers around the chilled glass before deftly twisting off the cap with a practiced flick of his wrist.

He brought the bottle to his lips and tilted his head back, taking a long drink. His throat worked with every swallow, his adam's apple bobbing steadily as he let the silence stretch between the two of you.

As he lowered the beer from his lips, his gaze never strayed from yours…pinning you in place long before his fingers found the button of his jeans. He undid it with unhurried precision, each small movement deliberate enough to make your pulse stumble.

"Watch me, baby." he ordered with authority.

"Watch me touch myself while you keep those pretty legs open for me."

Your breath caught, your eyes widening for the briefest moment. Your legs remained spread exactly where he had left them, warmth pooling between your thighs, your juices gathering beneath you until it dampened the seat below.

He pushed his jeans down just enough to free himself, and his cock sprang into the cool air, already hard and throbbing. The mushroom tip glistened with beads of precum that caught the light, while thick veins ran along the length of his shaft. His balls hung heavy beneath him, a clear testament to just how aroused he'd been from the very beginning.

His hand closed around his hard cock with practiced familiarity, giving it a slow, measured stroke that seemed intended less for his own pleasure than for yours. His eyes never left yours, as though he wanted to watch every reaction unfold across your face.

He rolled the foreskin back with deliberate ease before his thumb glided over the sensitive tip, squeezing another bead of thick milky precum. It gathered at the crown before slowly trailing down the shaft, leaving his cock glistening as more juices followed...until it shone with the evidence of just how aroused he'd been all along.

"Do you like that, baby?" he grunted, squeezing his mushroom tip more. "Do you like watching me touch myself while you're all wet and open for me?"

“Y-Yes, Kookie.” you whimpered, like a dumb little whore while watching him touch his hard cock.

You were getting wetter.

The sight of him…so drunk with desire, his eyes heavy-lidded and his lips slightly parted—made your breath catch. His hand glided steadily along his wet shaft, each slow, deliberate stroke tightening the knot low in your stomach until every coherent thought slipped away. The only thing left in your mind was how desperately you wanted to feel his hard cock buried inside your already spent pussy.

He smirked, a wicked glint flashing in his eyes. "Be a good girl and pinch your nipples for me, baby. Make my cock harder."

Your cheeks flushed, slowly...your fingers found your hardened nipples beneath the soft fabric of your favorite dress. You pinched them, a soft moan slipping past your lips as a sudden jolt of pleasure shot through you.

"Harder, baby," he growled, his hand moving faster along his cock. "I want to see you hurt yourself for me."

You obeyed, tightening your fingers around your nipples until the sharp sting blended with the pleasure. Your back arched instinctively, your body yielding to the intoxicating mix of pain and desire. He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before opening again, his gaze darker than before, filled with unmistakable hunger.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice thick with approval. "Keep those legs open, keep pinching those pretty little nipples. Show me how much you love watching me touch myself, how badly you want my cock inside you."

Your body trembled, each breath leaving your lungs in ragged gasps as you followed every one of his commands. Your eyes never strayed from the sight of him stroking himself, your pussy pushing your old release and releasing more fresh juices.

He was right—you could take more. You wanted more. And you would do anything he asked, just to please him, just to make him proud.

Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with need. You could feel another orgasm building, your breath coming in short, broken gasps as your fingers pinched your nipples harder, your hips bucking slightly like a needy whore.

“I-I’m close, Koo,” you panted, your voice shaking with need. “Please… I want to cum again.”

He chuckled, a low, cruel sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Not yet, baby.” he said, his hand moving faster on his cock. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

You whimpered in protest, your body aching with the need to release, but he only laughed again, that wicked glint still sharp in his eyes.

“You're such a slut aren't you?” he murmured, gaze dragging over your bare cunt. “I always fuck you but you’re acting like a needy virgin.”

Your breath hitched, your body trembling harder at his words.

“Koo… please…”

He smirked, leaning in closer until his face hovered over yours, close enough that you could feel every word. “Do you want me to fuck you? I bet you want that tight little cunt of yours wrapped around my cock while you beg me to let you cum.”

You whimpered, your body already aching with the need to feel him inside you. He reached out, his hand wrapping around your throat, his thumb brushing against your lips as he tilted your chin down. “Spit on my cock, baby,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Lubricate me with that pretty little mouth of yours.”

You swallowed hard, your tongue darting out to wet your lips before you leaned in. Parting your lips, you gathered saliva on your tongue before letting it fall over his length, coating his throbbing cock in a slow, messy trail.

He groaned under his breath, his cock twitching in his hand. “Good girl, always doing what she's told.”

He spread your spit over his hard cock, his hand resuming its motion, faster now, his breathing turning rougher with every stroke.

You watched him, your body tightening with need as he jerked himself off in front of you.

His hand moved in long, deliberate strokes, tight around his shaft, fingers brushing the head on every upstroke. He was messy, unrestrained, moving with a rhythm that made your own body respond instinctively—your hips shifting, your fingers pressing harder into your nipples as your breath came faster.

Jungkook groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again, that hunger still burning in his gaze. “Fuck, baby, I’m close,” he panted, his hand moving faster, grip tightening around his swollen mushroom tip.

“Show me your swollen nipples baby...I’m going to cum all over your tits, mark you as mine.”

Your body tensed, breath breaking into short, helpless gasps as you pushed your dress down for him...your own orgasm still hovering just out of reach, teasing you. You wanted it to happen together, wanted your body to convulse in sync with his as he spilled himself over you.

But he had other plans.

He suddenly released his cock, his hand moving instead to grip your thighs and gently push them farther apart. He leaned over you until his face hovered just above yours, his warm breath fanning across your sensitive skin.

"You were gonna come, huh?" he taunted.

You gasped, your eyes already glassy with unshed tears, your lips parted as another shaky breath escaped you. Your body ached from being kept on the edge for so long, anticipation leaving you trembling and drooling beneath him.

“B-But-“

“You’re gonna cum around my cock, I want your tight pussy to convulse around me.”

You gasped, your body aching harder at the promise of him, at the way he looked at you like he already owned the moment. He guided himself at your twitching hole, the head of his mushroom tip sliding against your wetness, rubbing through it slowly as he coated himself with you, dragging out the anticipation until it made your chest feel tight.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Koo…” you answered, your voice shaking as the need overwhelmed you.

He smirked, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly pushed inside you, his cock stretching your pussy inch by inch. A gasp tore from your throat, your body arching into him as your fingers abandoned your breasts to grip the edges of the chair.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “So warm...all wet and tight for me to love and use, yeah?”

He began to move, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy in a steady rhythm. His mushroom crown brushing against your spongey spot deliciously, the sound of wet squelching noises filling the hotel room.

“Years of fucking you, and your pussy’s still so tight.” he leaned down, capturing your parted lips in a hungry kiss...his tongue pushing inside your mouth, tasting, exploring and claiming.

When he pulled back, his lips were glistening with your saliva, his breathing uneven.

"Open your mouth and show me your tongue."

Like a good slut, you opened your mouth for him, your tongue lolling out in silent obedience as he instructed. Your body bounced with every firm thrust, each push of his hard cock sending another jolt through you, your lips parting around shaky breaths as you struggled to hold yourself together.

He spat harshly into your tongue. “Swallow it, baby.” he ordered, “Show me who’s my girl.”

You obeyed, your body trembling as you swallowed. The taste of his warm saliva, laced with the lingering bitterness of the beer, made your head spin. When you finished, you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue, silently showing him that you'd done exactly as he'd asked.

"What an obedient little slut." he slapped your cheek lightly.

His hips snapped harder now, his rhythm growing more insistent as he kept you suspended between pleasure and denial. He drew his cock all the way out before thrusting back in with a single, smooth motion, his shaft already coated in your creamy arousal, each stroke leaving it glistening.

“Gonna make me cum, baby,” he panted, his voice strained with need. “I’m going to fill you up, make you my little slut...my little cumdump.”

Your body tensed as your orgasm finally crashed over you, pulling you under in a wave of heat and release. At the same time, he spilled himself inside you, filling your pussy with his hot creamy cum...his cock pulsing as his body shuddered, trying to push his cum deeper and deeper, his hips rolling against yours like he wants his cum to stay inside you.

He collapsed onto your body, pressing you into the chair...his lips finding yours again in a rough kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he tasted and explored you.

Slowly, he withdrew from your body. His cock glistened in the dim light, coated with the combined proof of your arousal and his release. You thought he was finished, your body already beginning to melt into the warmth of his embrace, until you looked up.

His eyes were still dark, still burning with that unmistakable hunger. Sweat beaded along his brow, and his chest rose and fell with slow, measured breaths.

"Cup your pussy," he instructed, "Don't let my cum fall."

Confusion flickered across your face, but you obeyed without question. Your trembling hand slipped between your thighs, gently cupping your trembling pussy.

Warmth pooled against your palm, the slick mixture of his release and your own arousal coating your fingers as you fought to keep it from spilling.

Without another word, he pushed himself to his feet. His gaze never left yours as he reached for the opened beer bottle resting on the table. Tilting his head back, he took a long drink...his throat working with each swallow before he lowered the bottle, now half-empty.

Then he stepped back between your parted thighs.

Slowly, he lowered himself onto one knee, his eyes fixed on the hand cupping your warm pussy.

He looked up at you, his pupils blown wide...a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Would you let me put this bottle inside your pussy, baby?" he asked in a low voice, holding up the cold, beer bottle.

You gasped, caught off guard by his boldness, but your body betrayed you, a wave of heat washing over your skin. "Yes, Kookie," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips as he gently removed your hand from between your thighs. He positioned the cold, wet neck of the bottle at your entrance, lifting his gaze to yours in silent confirmation. You nodded, your breath catching as he eased it forward, the narrow neck slipping inside you and stretching your hole just enough to leave you feeling deliciously full.

"Push my cum for me, baby." he instructed, his voice thick with desire as he guided the bottle a little deeper.

You bit your lip, hesitating for only a moment before bearing down, pushing his warm, milky cum out of you and into the bottle. You watched with a mixture of fascination and disbelief as it slowly filled with your shared releases. He watched you just as intently, his eyes never straying from your pussy, his breathing growing heavier as you pushed out the last of his cum.

When you were finished, a soft whimper escaped your lips as he nudged the bottle a little deeper, the cold glass brushing against your sensitive walls and sending a shiver racing through your body. A low, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"Can you take more?"

You bit your lip again, taking a moment to consider before giving him a small nod. "Only a little bit, Koo." you admitted with a small pout.

A slow smile spread across his lips. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs, his tongue tracing the delicate skin with deliberate slowness. Then he eased the bottle farther inside you, its wider body settling within you as the cold beer sloshed gently inside the glass. You could feel the chilled liquid shifting against the bottle, the unfamiliar sensation flooding your nerves all at once. Your toes curled instinctively, and your fingers tightened around the arms of the chair as you fought to keep yourself still.

When he was finished...he slowly pulled the bottle free, earning a loud shriek from you as the cold glass dragged against your sensitive flesh. He rose to his feet, watching the remaining beer mixed with his cum and your arousal. He studied it for a moment, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, before lifting it to his mouth.

You watched with wide eyes as he drank it, swallowing the mixture of your shared releases mixed with the cold beer. Then he leaned down, gently squishing your cheeks between his hands before capturing your lips. A soft gasp escaped you as you felt him transfer the liquid from his mouth into yours.

The bitter taste of the beer lingered on your tongue, mingling with the salty tang of his cum and the sweetness of your own juices. He pushed his tongue deeper, urging you to swallow every last drop as he explored your mouth with slow, possessive strokes.

When he finally pulled away, you were left gasping for air, your body flushed and your heart pounding against your ribs. He smiled at you, your complete submission melting something deep inside him.

Setting the bottle aside, he cupped your cheeks with surprising tenderness.

“I’m so proud of you,” he murmured against your lips, “I love you, baby.”

Leaning down, he pressed soft kisses across your cheeks, your forehead and your nose.

“Stretched you so good, didn’t I?”

Heat rose to your cheeks at his words, your body still trembling faintly from the aftershocks of your orgasm, the sensation still echoing in soft, fading waves beneath your skin. He shifted back slightly, studying you for a moment, concern softening the sharp edges of his features.

“Are you alright, baby?” he asked gently, voice dipping lower. “I didn’t hurt you, didn't I?”

You shook your head, a small, breathless smile forming. “No, Koo...” you giggled weakly. “I’m fine… it was perfect,” you said shyly, almost like the words cost you something.

Jungkook smiled…before pressing a gentle kiss to your nose, humming softly at your sweetness. “Let’s get my baby cleaned up,” he whispered softly as he rose to his feet and walked over to the table.

He reached for the phone, its screen still facing down, and picked it up with an easy, unbothered motion that didn't immediately register as anything unusual.

“I just checked that thud—decided to mess with it because it was behaving badly,” he chuckled lowly.

Your brows knitted together in confusion, but before his words could fully register, he suddenly flipped the screen.

The camera was already pointed at you. Panic seized you as your eyes landed on the display—on the flood of comments, hearts, and reactions pouring in so fast they blurred into a glowing chaos.

“Meet my girlfriend.”

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[berryqtiie]

Call me Ian — j.jk || part 1

summary: grief does strange things to people. for example, it convinces you that spending time with your dead boyfriend’s twin brother is a good idea. jungkook, on the other hand, has convinced himself that being loved for the wrong reasons is better than not being loved at all.

pairing/genre: jeon jungkook x reader. ‘strangers’ to lovers. twin brother au. angst. smut. bittersweet romance. hurt/no comfort. (heh.)

pt1 tags: female reader! small town au. main character jungkook. death, grief, resentment, complicated sibling relationships, mentions of smoking, hints of depression, first meeting, awkward af jungkook, reader is going THROUGH it… i think that’s all!

a/n: first time posting on this acc, kinda nervous... if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters, please let me know! and if you enjoy the story, likes, reblogs, and replies are highly appreciated. thank you for reading! <3

wc: 5.2k

Jungkook hates mirrors.

He’s been saying it for years now, and it’s the reason there isn’t one hanging on his bedroom wall.

No.

Jungkook hates looking at himself in the mirror.

You would think it’s because of the obvious things, like the catalog of insecurities people tend to hoard and dissect. People always assume he’s avoiding something about himself. They’re not completely wrong. Just not in the way they think.

The problem has never really been his face. The problem is that it isn’t only his. The real reason why Jungkook hates mirrors has a name, and, inconveniently, the same face as his.

Ian Jeon. His twin brother.

Jungkook hates thinking about his childhood, too. He wishes that his memory wasn’t so meticulous and clinged to things the way it does, preserving them in unnecessary detail that feels this cruel.

He remembers Sunday mornings clearly, sitting at the table across from his brother, legs swinging under their chairs, arguing over something trivial—how much juice had been poured into each glass, whose portion was unfairly larger. Their father would laugh under his breath, tsking lightly, amused by the ridiculousness of it, before reaching between them to settle the dispute. Predictably, Ian always came out ahead.

He remembers the sound of the new comic book pages being flicked on their birthday as Ian devoured each panel from the comfort of the sofa, while Jungkook sat a few feet away, crying over not getting a single birthday gift from their grandmother.

He remembers the cheers whenever Ian scored in soccer, how people would crowd around him at the end of the match like moths to a flame, all hands on his shoulders and eager to congratulate him. He remembers how much their mom praised him too, how easily it came to her. And, bitterly, Jungkook remembers that she never once stopped to look at any of his paintings.

He also remembers their father’s hand in Ian’s hair whenever he did well. Remembers the imprint of their mother’s lipstick pressed against Ian’s cheek and how he would complain about it, wiping at it until it smeared.

Jungkook remembers all of it.

Including that stupid, unforgiving mirror in the hallway.

He remembers standing there for hours, looking at himself. His hair neatly in place, his cheeks clean and untouched… no smudged lipstick, no disheveled hair, no evidence that someone had shown him an ounce of affection.

Oh, how much he hates to remember.

He hates the comparison, the jealousy and envy, the resentment that had bloomed against his own brother without ever understanding why.

He wishes he could change that. Wishes he could look back and feel something that doesn’t sit so wrong in the back of his mind or make his heart ache so much.

But even now… now that Ian is dead… He can’t.

Jungkook still fucking remembers.

The voice of Kurt Cobain blesses Jungkook’s ears through his wired earphones. At least, that’s exactly what he would say if somebody stopped him right now and asked what he was listening to as he walks down the street, suitcase dragging noisily behind him.

What the fuck am I even doing here?

He’s been wondering that ever since he got on the plane to Oregon, where his father lives. Everything here is damp. The air, the pavement, the sleeves of his hoodie after only ten minutes outside… Eugh. How is he supposed to get used to this?

After Ian’s death only a month ago, his father had practically begged him to come stay for a while. Loneliness, that’s the word he used. Jungkook wouldn’t call it loneliness though, but rather his father’s desperate attempt to pretend that he still has Ian. Anyone else would probably be upset in his position. Angry, even. And, well… if you squint really, really hard… Jungkook supposes he cares a little too. Enough for the thought to leave a bitter taste in his mouth whenever it resurfaces, at least. But not enough to turn around and get back on a plane home.

Any excuse is good to put distance between himself and his mother. In a different state, he feels a lot more free. Not that he ever felt particularly trapped before, that would require his mother to have paid enough attention to him in the first place. She never really did, if we avoid using bigger, uglier words for it. CPS had been called on her more than once throughout Jungkook’s childhood, although nothing substantial ever came out of it in the end. Jungkook still remembers the almost tearful relief on her face the day he turned eighteen, like an unbearable responsibility had finally been lifted off her shoulders now that she wouldn’t have to legally deal with him anymore.

Sometimes, he wonders whether she even cared about Ian dying at all, and a part of him wishes he could have been there to watch her reaction when she found out. She had always made it obvious which twin she loved more.

When the court decided, after the divorce, that Ian would move away with their father instead of staying with her, she barely spoke to Jungkook for nearly three months afterward, as if he was responsible for it somehow.

And yes… of course he remembers that too.

But things are looking brighter for Jungkook now. Or perhaps not brighter, exactly. Lowell barely sees the sun. The small town is permanently trapped under a layer of clouds and fog. His father had always loved nature, so it makes sense he ended up settling somewhere like this. A place swallowed by forests, with an enormous lake and a small beach that probably only looks appealing in postcards and tourist brochures. It would be so beautiful if it weren’t constantly raining.

And it really is constantly raining.

The asphalt squeaks under Jungkook’s shoes as he walks down the street, following the route displayed on his GPS.

He couldn’t even come pick me up?

The thought has been percolating in the back of his mind ever since he stepped out of the airport, which he himself finds childish. Jungkookk kisses his teeth in annoyance, he can’t help it. He can’t believe his father couldn’t even make the effort to pick him up himself, especially considering this is Jungkook’s first time visiting him in God knows how many years.

A few droplets of water splatter against his phone screen, distorting the GPS for a second, and Jungkook looks up, squinting one eye at the heavy dark clouds looming above him. The sky looks angry. Thick with rain that seems to have been threatening to fall ever since he arrived.

Another droplet lands directly on his cheek.

“Fuck,” he mutters, hastily pulling the hood of his hoodie over his head before the rain fully starts.

It helps for all of two minutes.

Rain comes pouring down in heavy sheets, drumming against the pavement so loudly that it drowns out the music still playing through his earphones. Jungkook curses under his breath and starts walking faster, stubbornly trying to push through it, shoulders hunched against the downpour.

Bad idea.

Within minutes, his clothes are soaked, strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead despite the hood covering his head. He can’t even keep his phone out long enough to check the GPS without water soaking the screen. Eventually he has no choice but to shove it into his pocket.

And, with absolutely no prevision whatsoever, he of course didn’t bring an umbrella. Even though he knew Lowell was like this.

What an idiot.

Jungkook glances around quickly, searching for somewhere to shelter from the rain. Across the street, partially obscured by the heavy downpour, he spots a small convenience store with a flickering bright blue sign glowing through the foggy windows.

Thank fucking God.

He quickly crosses the street, slipping inside the store just as the rain starts coming down even harder. A small bell jingles above the door. The man smoking behind the counter glances away from the TV and gives Jungkook a lazy nod.

“Rain’s comin’ down real nasty out there, huh?” he drawls. He has a thick accent.

Jungkook nods back awkwardly, slightly out of breath as he pushes his drenched suitcase farther inside the store.

“Does it ever stop raining here?” he asks, pulling one of his earphones out.

The man behind the counter snorts softly.

“Boy, y’ain’t from ‘round here, I’m guessin’. This is the nice weather. Come winter, ya gon’ start missin’ this.”

Jungkook lets out a small laugh through his nose, brushing wet strands of hair away from his forehead. Water drips from the sleeves of his hoodie onto the floor. The older man studies him for another second.

“Huh...”

Jungkook glances up. “Hm?”

“Sorry,” the man says, staring at him with visible confusion. “S’just… swear I seen yer face ‘round before. Y’got one’a them familiar faces.”

Jungkook pauses for a second before answering, “Yeah... I have a twin brother. He lives here.”

Lived, he corrects himself silently.

“Ahhh,” the man nods. “That’s probably it then.”

Jungkook’s eyes drift away from the counter, scanning the tiny store aimlessly until they land on the refrigerated sandwich shelf at the back wall.

His stomach growls.

Right.

He hasn’t eaten anything in hours. And considering the storm outside looks nowhere near close to stopping, it probably wouldn’t hurt to buy something to eat while he waits for the rain to calm down.

Pulling his phone out again, he decides to text his father.

Dad, I’m at a convenience store waiting for the rain to stop. Gonna eat something here.

Do you want anything?

He stares at the messages for a moment after sending them before he shoves the phone back into the pocket of his hoodie.

Just as he starts walking toward the first aisle, the man behind the counter stops him.

“Y’can leave yer suitcase here, son,” he says casually. “Ain’t nobody gon’ steal it. Jus’ cleaned them floors ‘bout twenty minutes ago, though, an’ I’d rather not have that wet thing rollin’ all over the store.”

“Oh,” Jungkook says quickly, glancing down at the puddle his suitcase wheels have apparently been leaving behind. “Yeah. Of course, sorry.”

He pulls the suitcase back toward the counter and carefully places it beside the register in a way that won’t bother anyone coming in or out of the store. Not that there seems to be much traffic anyway. It’s a small town. Jungkook doubts anybody would even bother trying to steal his suitcase in the first place. Besides, it’s not like there’s anything particularly valuable inside. Well. Maybe his blue ‘Salty to the Core’ shirt. That, admittedly, would be a devastating loss.

“Thank ya, son,” the man says with an approving nod before returning his attention to the tiny TV, weather forecast droning softly in the background while rain continues violently battering against the windows outside.

Jungkook nods once more before making his way toward the first aisle, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie as he slowly scans the shelves.

His mouth unconsciously forms tiny o’s every now and then whenever he spots something appetizing, making him even more hungry.

What would Ian buy if he were here right now? Jungkook wonders. I mean, he obviously came here before. The man at the counter recognized me, so Ian must’ve walked through these same aisles at some point, grabbing things from these same shelves.

Jungkook finds himself staring at the candy section. Would Ian go for the chocolate and caramel bars? A bag of chips? Red vines? Or maybe something healthier to pretend he had his life together. Oat cookies or those disgusting protein bars athletes always eat. Gosh, those are so disgusting. How could anyone eat them?

The guessing game continues inside his head despite how stupid it is. Because that’s all it is… guessing. Trying to imagine the choices someone he technically knew his entire life would make while simultaneously realizing he didn’t know him at all.

He has no fucking idea what Ian liked. They hadn’t spoken in years. Sure, there had been occasional texts. Birthdays, holidays... but whatever relationship they could’ve had had slowly rotted away over time, through mutual indifference.

Whenever Jungkook thinks about it, he feels guilty. He should’ve tried harder. Should’ve called more, visited more, been more… brotherly. If that even means anything. Yet, at the same time, the thought irritates him too, because why is all the responsibility sitting on him now that Ian’s dead? Ian never fought for their relationship either. He never called much. Never visited. Never seemed concerned about the fact that they barely knew each other anymore. So why should Jungkook be the only one feeling guilty about it?

The chocolate chip cookies in Jungkook’s hands stare back at him from inside the plastic packaging. For some reason, he’s convinced these are probably the kind Ian would’ve picked. Ian loved chocolate when they were kids.

Before he can linger on the thought further, his phone vibrates, startling him slightly in the quiet of the aisle. Jungkook quickly places the cookies back on the shelf before pulling his phone out.

Dad.

You’re gonna eat there? OK don’t eat too much, I was making roast chicken😆

I don’t want anything thank you

If it hasn’t stopped in 20 let me know and I’ll pick you up OK??

With a sigh, he types back a simple response.

Okay.

He slips the phone back into his pocket just as the bell above the entrance jingles again, announcing someone else entering the store. Jungkook glances toward the front windows.

Who the fuck comes to a convenience store in weather like this?

Then again, he’s doing exactly that too.

He slowly makes his way toward the refrigerated sandwich section, hearing the muffled sound of the man behind the counter talking to someone—a young woman, judging by the voice—about a pack of Marlboros. Jungkook doesn’t pay attention. His focus remains on the sandwiches lined up on the fridge while he debates which one looks least depressing. Eventually, he settles on a tuna mayo sandwich. It has never failed him before.

He grabs it from the shelf and studies the packaging, licking his lips as he does. His mouth feels dry too, now that he thinks about it. Yeah. A cold soda sounds really fucking good right now.

“Y’know, sweetheart, at this point I oughta start refusin’ to sell these to ya.” Jungkook hears the man say as he walks up to the other fridges with the sodas.

“Pretty sure that’s illegal,” the girl replies dryly.

“What’s illegal is livin’ off cigs an’ alcohol, young lady.”

Jungkook tries glancing toward the counter, but the shelf beside him completely blocks his view. Not that he cares enough to move and look. Still, he listens. The only thing he can gather about the girl is that she sounds young. Young and unexpectedly soft spoken. Her voice sounds so sweet… Not at all what Jungkook would’ve expected from someone currently getting lectured about chain smoking by the convenience store owner.

“I’m fine, Jerry.”

“Uh huh.” He doesn’t sound convinced in the slightest. “An’ I’m Elvis Presley.”

“Jerry—”

“You gon’ make me start worryin’ for real.”

Silence.

The fridge door hums in Jungkook’s hand as he opens it.

The girl mutters, defensive, “Can I just get the cigarettes?”

“Not ‘til ya grab somethin’ t’eat first.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Jerry clicks his tongue.

“Sweetheart, last actual thing i seen ya buy was that soup couple days ago.” His voice softens. “C’mon now. Jus’ grab somethin’.”

The girl lets out a tired sigh.

“I just want the Malboros. I don’t have enough money on me to spend on food right now.”

“Who said anythin’ ‘bout spendin’ money? Pick whatever ya want, it’s on me. A sandwich, chips... Hell, grab one’a them nasty hotdogs if ya want. M’not arguin’ with ya today.”

Jungkook presses his lips together thoughtfully. Jerry seems like a good man. Jungkook could tell from the moment he stepped inside the convenience store soaking wet and miserable. He thinks he probably would’ve done the same in his position.

The girl lets out another loud, defeated sigh before finally giving in, and a second later Jungkook hears her footsteps moving through the aisles.

After grabbing a soda from the fridge, he finds himself trying to catch glimpses of her through the narrow gaps between shelves purely out of curiosity. He hears the crinkling of a candy packaging right before she makes her way toward the sandwich section.

That’s when he finally catches sight of her.

Of you.

You’re wearing jeans, the soaked hems dragging across the floor after being completely drenched by the rain outside. Your hair somehow looks even wetter than Jungkook’s, and your zipup hoodie looks enormous on you. The sleeves are so long they completely conceal your hands. There’s a pack of red vines under your arm now alongside a sandwich.

You linger in front of the yogurt section, staring blankly at the different flavors, and when you slightly shift your position, Jungkook finally sees part of your face through the reflection of one of the convenience store mirrors next to you.

Well, shit.

She’s beautiful.

Oh, she’s so fucking beautiful.

You look nothing like what he had subconsciously imagined from the conversation at the counter. His own judgment had imagined somebody completely different, built from stupid little societal assumptions he hadn’t even realized he was making until now. He had been so wrong. You look like a freaking angel.

He’s staring at you hard and shamelessly, eyes widening in pure awe at the sight of this unknown girl who has taken his breath away within the span of mere seconds. He can even feel his lips part slightly in shock. And the heat steadily creeping up his cheeks and ears despite the cold soda bottle sweating against his palm.

Jesus Christ. You’re seriously the prettiest girl he thinks he has ever seen. He can’t even remember the last time the mere sight of a woman affected him like this, left him feeling so stupidly swept off his feet. He must be fucking dreaming.

But unfortunately for his dignity, he is very much awake.

The moment you start turning in his direction, Jungkook immediately snaps out of the pathetic trance he had just fallen into and quickly looks away, making his way back toward the register and trying to look as normal as humanly possible.

At least the hood of his hoodie is still pulled over his head, hiding his face… and, thankfully, the catastrophic embarrassment currently written all over it too.

“Find everythin’ alright?” Jerry asks when Jungkook places the items on the register counter.

“Mhm.”

The older man scans the items.

“Seven forty two.”

Jungkook blinks. He hadn’t even realized the man had already scanned everything.

“Hm?” he says intelligently.

Jerry chuckles under his breath.

“Seven forty two, son.”

“Oh. Right.”

Jungkook fishes his wallet out of his pocket and taps his card against the machine. The old card reader takes its sweet time processing it, forcing him to stand there awkwardly.

“So,” Jerry begins, leaning one elbow against the counter, “how long ya stayin’ in town?”

Jungkook shrugs.

“A while, I think.“

Jerry hums, clearly sensing that Jungkook isn’t exactly in the mood for conversation but choosing to ignore it anyway.

“Good place t’be if ya like trees… Ain’t much else besides that.”

The older man says it with so much pride that Jungkook suspects it was supposed to be a selling point.

“Y’know,” Jerry says as he hands him the receipt, nodding toward the front windows, “there’s some tables over there if ya plannin’ on waitin’ out the storm.”

Jungkook follows his gaze.

A small seating area sits by the large glass windows overlooking the street, probably meant for people drinking coffee before work or teenagers killing time after school. Yeah… He’s not walking anywhere anytime soon. The rain outside is still coming down heavily, racing down the glass in thick streams that distort the street outside into a blur.

“Thank you.”

“Take ya time.”

Gathering his sandwich and soda, Jungkook steps away from the register and starts making his way toward the seating area by the windows, thinking about finally sitting down and eating in peace while he waits for the rain to calm down. Only to come face to face with you in the middle of the aisle as you’re heading toward the counter.

Jungkook’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, he hadn’t expected to run into anyone. Plus, he knows he has the nervous system of a frightened bunny, especially around women… And after spending five whole minutes acting like a complete weirdo when he caught a glimpse of you, this is pretty much the last thing he needed. He can only hope he doesn’t look as awkward as he feels.

Your eyes widen too. The expression that overtakes your face is so sudden and so strange that it makes something uneasy settle in his stomach.

The bottle of soda slips from your hands and hits the floor with a loud crash, spraying dark liquid across the tiles as it explodes open. Everything else you carry follows shortly after, tumbling from your arms while you continue staring at him with an intensity that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. As though you’ve seen a ghost.

“Ian?”

The name leaves your lips in a breathless whisper just as Jungkook’s eyebrows begin to furrow.

Your eyes have filled with tears. They gathered quickly, spilling over before you’ve had the chance to blink them away, racing down your cheeks.

What the hell is going on right now?

The explanation is obvious, though. You knew Ian. You mistook him for Ian.

Jungkook opens his mouth, preparing himself to explain that he’s not his brother, that he’s Jungkook, that Ian was his twin, that he’s sorry for the misunderstanding and for sticking his finger in the fresh wound without meaning to. But he never gets the chance. Before a single word can leave his mouth, you’re throwing your arms around him.

The force you use almost makes him drop his own drink. Your face disappears into the front of his hoodie as a sob tears its way out of your chest, followed by another, and then another, your fingers clutching desperately to him. Jungkook stands there, completely frozen. Yes, he understands why you’re hugging him. What he doesn’t understand is what the hell he’s supposed to do about it, the situation has escalated far beyond his ability to handle it. He hasn’t been hugged in… Wait, he doesn’t even remember.

You’re crying so hard that your entire body is shaking against his with the effort of holding yourself together. Shit. Jungkook hesitates for a moment, standing there stiffly while you continue clinging to him, sobs muffled against his chest. He’s never been particularly good with crying people, if he’s being honest. Even if he’s tried to be. But right now there doesn’t seem to be anybody more qualified available. So, after a few long seconds, he cautiously wraps his arms around you too, his hand coming up to your back in what he hopes gives you comfort.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, even though he has absolutely no idea whether it’s okay. The words feel useless when they leave his mouth.

Still, he finds himself gently patting your back, trying to soothe you despite the fact that he’s completely out of his depth here.

The soda continues fizzing across the floor, the liquid now spreading under the shelves while the scent of carbonation lingers in the air, but neither of you pays it much attention.

A moment later, hurried footsteps approach from the front of the store.

Jungkook glances up to find Jerry appearing at the end of the aisle, clearly drawn over by the sound of the bottle exploding and, more importantly, by your crying.

The older man comes to a stop. His eyes move from the spilled soda, to you, to Jungkook, who looks back at him helplessly over the top of your head. Surely Jerry knows who you are and what’s happening. Except, judging by the expression on his face, he seems just as confused as Jungkook is.

To you, Jungkook’s arms feel exactly like Ian’s. They’re big, warm and comforting, wrapping around you in the exact same way Ian always used to; both arms around yours, pulling you so close that you’re practically buried against his chest. It feels so familiar that your body melts into the embrace like it’s something you’ve been missing for a long time.

Which, of course, it is.

For the first minute, it doesn’t even occur to you that the man holding you isn’t him. Perhaps it should have. Perhaps that should’ve been your very first thought, considering Ian has been dead a month now, buried under Lowell’s wet dirt and depressing rain. But it isn’t because you’re too busy feeling relieved. Too busy feeling happy. You’ve missed him so much that, for one horrible moment, you let yourself believe this. That somehow all those nights spent crying yourself to sleep were for nothing because he’s standing right in front of you now with his arms wrapped around you.

It is only later that you realize how insane that sounds and how impossible it is. He’s dead.

You believe it’s the whiff of Jungkook’s cologne that breaks the illusion, the unfamiliar scent still lingering on his clothes from that morning. You have no idea who this is or what he’s doing here, but you do know that this is not the scent of the man you love.

Embarrassed and confused, you sniff, tilting your head up to look at his face. It’s only centimeters away from yours, partially concealed by the hood of his hoodie, which darkens his features. Even then, he looks soft and sweet, staring back at you with concern through his big, dark, bambi-like eyes. You must be dreaming. That’s Ian. He’s right there. In the flesh.

No… No, no, no.

This person has a beauty mark right under his bottom lip. Ian didn’t. If he did, you would’ve known. You know every inch of Ian’s face as well as you know your own reflection, you have it memorized… And there are the piercings too, glinting on his ears and lip, unfamiliar little details disrupting the face you know too well. He’s not Ian.

Jungkook is talking to you, you can see his lips moving and the growing concern in his expression as his eyes move across your face, searching for answers you’re clearly not giving him. But you can’t hear a word. There’s a high pitched ringing in your ears, drowning out every other sound inside the convenience store.

You feel sick. Sick and nauseous.

“Can you hear me?” he asks, his hands settling more firmly on your arms after feeling your body almost give out. “Hello? Do you understand what I’m saying? Nod if yes.”

Jungkook watches as your breathing grows quicker and quicker, your chest rising and falling unevenly while your eyes remain fixed on him. Yet you still haven’t spoken a single word. He has absolutely no idea what to do.

A few minutes ago he was choosing between two different sodas and wondering why the store owner worried so much about the prettiest girl he had ever seen. And now said girl is standing in front of him looking like she might pass out at any given second because she mistook him for his dead brother.

“I think we should call an ambulance,” he says, panicking on the inside as he turns slightly toward Jerry, only now noticing that the older man has moved beside the two of you at some point during the chaos. “She’s not—”

He never gets to finish the sentence. Before Jungkook can even begin to understand what is happening, you’re wrenching yourself free from his grip. You run to the door, your shoulder colliding with his on the way past.

“Hey! Wait!” Jungkook yells, rushing after you.

The convenience store door is already swinging shut by the time he reaches it, still moving from where you had shoved it open seconds earlier. He catches it before it can close all the way, holding it open as a gust of cold wind and rain slaps him in the face.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

Squinting against the downpour, Jungkook cranes his neck, trying to spot you through the thick curtain of rain engulfing the street. The weather had been bad before, but now it seems even worse.

He spots your figure on the opposite side of the street, hurrying down the sidewalk with your head lowered against the rain. Fuck, you’re fast.

You turn a corner and begin to disappear from view, and without really thinking about it, Jungkook makes up his mind. He’s going after you.

He only has the chance to take one determined step forward before his body is jerked backward.

“Whoa there, cowboy.”

Jungkook stumbles as Jerry grabs a fistful of the fabric at the back of his hoodie and drags him back inside the store before he can fully step into the rain.

“What you doin’?” Jerry asks, looking at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “Get back in here and let her go, son.” He says it before Jungkook can even question why he’s being dragged back inside the store in the first place.

Still, the words do very little to settle the sudden urge he feels to run after you.

His eyes drift back to the glass door, hoping to catch another glimpse of your figure through the rain, albeit he already knows you’re long gone by now.

“She’s havin’ a hard enough time as it is.” The older man shakes his head before looking out at the rain too. “Her boyfriend passed away ‘bout a month ago.”

Ian had a girlfriend? Since when?

At this point, he’s beginning to realize there are probably a hundred things he doesn’t know about his brother. Or perhaps a thousand.

Jungkook’s gaze leaves the door and returns to Jerry slowly. The man doesn’t say anything else, he doesn’t have to. The look on his face is enough.

Jerry tskes.

“Now I know why ya looked so familiar. M’sorry for yer loss, son.”

Jungkook swallows. He doesn’t know what to say, so he simply nods. The man seems to understand.

After giving Jungkook a brief pat on the shoulder, Jerry makes his way back toward the aisle, reaching for a mop as he goes to deal with the spilled soda, abandoned red vines and sandwich, and everything else left behind in the wake of whatever the hell had just happened.

[mei-mei-fics]

monomania | stalker!k.th

pairing: stalker!kim taehyung x afab!reader

synopsis: there was something odd about your regular customer, taehyung. he always came to your bakery, but only the days you worked. he tipped well, too well. when your hours become scarce, he finds other ways to show up around you. you notice him everywhere you go. your suspicions grow when he becomes your new neighbor.

wc: 15.5k (;-;)

warnings: age gap (reader is 21, taehyung is 31), stalking, implied violence, depressed taehyung, loser taehyung, ocd tendencies, clueless reader, sub/dom dynamics, submissive taehyung, dominant reader, heavy smut, implied suicidal tendencies, low self esteem reader and taehyung, codependency, manipulation, toxic dynamics, etc

Monomania 

monomania | ˌmänəˈmeinēə | noun exaggerated or obsessive enthusiasm for or preoccupation with one thing: she has an obsession with the drug that verges on monomania. 

There was something wrong with Taehyung. 

There were a few things in this world that Taehyung loved. He loves jazz music. The sultry melodies and the rhythmic sounds of brass instruments enticed him. He loved fashion. When people were creative, it inspired him more to chase after his own dreams and push his own ideas out to the world. He loved his camera. 

Because his camera was filled with pictures of you. 

Pictures of you at work. Your outfits. Your friends. The boys who occupied your attention from him. Your apartment. He especially loved taking pictures of your apartment. 

Whether you were there, whether you weren’t. He was obsessed with your apartment. 

Mainly because in his mind, you both shared the space. At least, it will be soon. 

It started almost one year ago.  

Taehyung worked long hours at a marketing company. He dreaded his job. Especially his coworkers and boss. 

The bakery down the street from his office was where he spent his lunch breaks occasionally. Until you started working there. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, from 2pm-6pm, you were there earning a buck. 

When he first noticed you, your kind smile and soft skin struck his eyes. He looked at you like you were a rare jewel on a sparkling necklace. Your voice was like honey, and your tone was gentle and sweet. 

“Welcome, May I take your order please?” 

He stared for almost a second too long. He returned your smile with his timid one. 

“A hot black coffee, and cheese croissant please,” 

You nodded, following along as you typed the order on the screen. “Cream, sugar, milk?” you questioned softly. 

He shook his head, pulling out a crisp $20 bill and handing it to you. “Please, keep the change,” 

Your eyes lit up at the kind gesture. “Thank you! I’ll make sure to have it right out to you!” You beamed as you handed him his receipt sweetly, waving him off. 

Taehyung reciprocated the smile, bowing his head and taking the receipt to his table by the window. His eyes trailed to you once he took his seat, watching as you interact with each customer. Kind eyes. Soft voice. Sweet demeanor. Like a princess, or an angel from a movie. You were the complete opposite of him. 

You seemed to enjoy your job, enjoy interacting with others. And everyone seemed to love interacting with you. This was quite the opposite for Taehyung. 

He hated others. He hated interactions. Everyone seemed to hate him too. 

“Here you go sir,” your voice sang as you placed a tray with his order down in front of him. 

Packets of sugar and various creamers amongst the trays. “I know you said you didn’t want any cream or sugar, but it seems like you’re having a rough day.  A little sugar wouldn’t hurt?” You suggested with a little grin, waiting for his reaction. 

He was wide-eyed and at a loss for words. You noticed his tense demeanor right beneath him, despite how kind he was while placing his order. You saw right through him. No. You noticed him. He’d never been noticed before. 

“Thank you,” he replied, watching you wave once more before turning on your heel back to your station. 

He eyed you as you took off, attending the counter once more. 

He cleared his throat before taking out his small digital camera, as he loved to snap photos of his meals every now and then. For some reason, the meal bestowed upon him from you deserved its own snapshot that day. So, he did. He snapped a photo before eating. 

As he exited, a chirp from you could be heard on his way out. “Have a great day! Come again!” 

His ears perked, head turning towards your beautiful expression again. Waving meekly before exiting the café. 

That was the day he decided to come again. And again. 

—— 

He came in again later that week around the same time. This time, you weren’t at the cash register, you were making the drinks. 

You smiled once you noticed him again. “Oh! Hi Sir, nice to see you again,” you exclaimed cheerfully. 

Taehyung was caught off guard. You’d remembered him, and it had only been the second time you’d seen him. Yes, you had left an impression on him, but did he leave one on you? 

“Hi, nice to see you. See you’re making the drinks today,” he chuckled awkwardly. He was never good at small talk. It was something his coworkers critiqued a lot about his behavior. The main reason why he didn’t speak to them now. 

You giggled back, nodding your head. “Black coffee again? Or could I make you something actually yummy today?” You questioned, grabbing a cup and sleeve as you headed towards the espresso machine. 

His brows were raised in surprise. Taehyung didn’t usually receive offers from anyone. Not even negative sarcastic ones. At his job, he simply did as told and continued on with his day. And he didn’t have any close friends either who would offer anything to him. 

“Oh, whatever you want to make is okay. I’m not picky,” 

You smiled, nodding as you began to make the beverage. A hot caramel coffee with whole milk and an extra pump of sugar. It was sweet. It was almost too sweet, but it was delicious.  

You sat the beverage on the pickup counter, signaling him to receive the drink. 

Taehyung shyly approached the counter, looking for confirmation. “Is this mine?” 

You nodded. “Try it! I think you’ll really like it,” 

He reluctantly picked up the warm cup, pulling it towards his lips as he took a long swig of the sweet coffee. He tasted the drink against his lips, his eyes widening at how much he enjoyed it. 

You clapped your hands cheerfully at his reaction.  

Cute.  

“It’s really good,” he complimented genuinely. You coined a big grin at his praise. 

“I’m so glad you liked it! I hate when people drink plain coffee, so I whipped this one up just for you,” you explained. 

Just for him? Favors and gifts were a foreign concept to Taehyung. Outside of his mother, he rarely received anything nice from those around him. Hell, he can’t even receive a day off from his company when it’s his birthday. 

“Hey uhm- I didn’t get rung up for this, how much is this?” He nervously remarked, his statement shushed once you shook your head. 

“Oh please, it’s on the house. You seem so stressed every time you come into the shop,” you replied, leaning against the counter as your eyes locked in with his. 

He took the opportunity to properly gaze upon your face. Eyeing every detail of your beautiful carved face. You were adorable. Your personality matched your beauty perfectly; it wasn’t something that could be disregarded or ignored by him. 

“I am,” he openly admits as he continued to sip his drink. “I work every day at that marketing building down there,” he pointed outside the window. 

Your eyes followed his direction. “Ahhh, I see. Marketing seems hard. I have school every day and work every other day afterwords, and I find myself getting really tired and stressed too. I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” 

On the outside, Taehyung nodded, following along with your words politely. But on the inside, he made mental notes. You worked every other day? Great. He’d figured out how to tailor his lunch breaks around your shifts. 

And school? Hm, what university could you go to? What is your major? How long did you have left?  

“Are you in college?” He simply asked, narrowing down his questions into one simple umbrella. 

You nodded, humming an ‘mhm’ to him. “It’s my third year. I’m a student at the downtown campus, focusing on healthcare,” you answered him. 

Taehyung's smile grew. Healthcare, third year? It made perfect sense. Your caring demeanor and youthful appearance. 

He looked at his watch and scoffed at the time. “I have to go back to work sadly,” he sighed, a furrowing of his brows amongst his face as he frowned. 

You returned the small frown, nodding your head before you waved off. 

“Wait!” You erupted as he turned his back. 

His brows cocked in confusion. 

“What’s your name sir,” you politely asked finally. 

He was taken aback, before clearing his throat to answer. “Taehyung,” 

Taehyung. The name registered in your mind from there on out. “Y/n, nice to meet you sir,” you introduced. 

Your name stuck with him like glue. He repeated your name to himself for the rest of the day. A name belonging to the most beautiful woman he’d ever met.  

———- 

Following his next few visits, Taehyung took his lunch breaks as an opportunity to get to know you more. At least, it started off innocently. 

He learned about your favorite food, your favorite class, and even sat on lunch breaks with you. He rarely spoke about himself, but with you, he felt free enough to let you in. 

He was older. Much older, but to you, he was just a really kind customer who spent 30 minutes every few days with you. Made your shifts go by quicker, tipped you well. 

But God, were you so much more than that to him. 

You slowly became the reason why Taehyung woke up every morning. Why he became less irritated at work, why he sprayed extra cologne on in the morning, and starched his outfits every night. 

You became the reason Taehyung took long walks around the city, hoping he could catch more traces of you. 

When you told Taehyung you were going to the library after work, he took it upon himself to go as well. Not with you, that would be overstepping a boundary. No. He disguised himself in a narrow corner by the entrance of the library, watching you walk in with a friend of yours to the study space. 

He eyed you from the corner, watching you place your earbuds in and highlight over your textbook. He took in the way the warm lights highlighted your face. How cute your scrunched nose adorned you as you were deeply focused on your book. 

As blessed as Taehyung was to observe this with his own eyes, he was too greedy to only take in the moment once. 

He fetched his camera, shutting off the flash of course before snapping a quick photo of you. Looking at the image immediately after it was snapped and saving it to his private folder of you. 

You studied for 3 hours. He stayed the entire time. 

Taehyung made a habit of waiting outside your job once you got off. Making sure you boarded the bus safely, as he waited in his car for you to do so. You didn’t know he did this. He wouldn’t tell. But he did. 

You were too innocent in his eyes to wait alone. You weren’t cautious enough to watch your surroundings and the people around you. A young girl like you taking public transit at night wasn’t a smart idea. Even when Taehyung offered you rides home, you politely declined as you didn’t want to bother him. 

But boy, you taking the bus bothered him worse. 

Today was different. 

Taehyung discovered that you lived alone. No one was home ever waiting for you to return. You walked alone every night. You came home to an empty apartment. 

Taehyung liked that. 

He waited in his car, parallel parked across the street as he waited for your bus to retrieve you. 

You should’ve been more alert, waiting at night for the bus to arrive. Maybe if you were, you would have noticed his car. You would have noticed him in the window. 

But you didn’t. You were naïve of the world. You didn’t overthink much, and it was a blessing and a curse. 

Your bus arrived. You boarded. The bus drove, and so did Taehyung. All the way until the bus dropped you off at your stop, which was right across the street from your apartment complex. 

Taehyung, of course, snapped his photos. You getting on the bus. You disembarking the bus. And you walking into your small complex. 

He parked at the leasing office of your building. Again, you should be weary and notice that this car had followed you for 20 minutes, but you didn’t.  

Taehyung watched as you walked, safely making it into your place in one piece before shutting the door. He watched as the windows inside lit up with the lights you turned on. 

This would be the day where Taehyung discovered where you lived. 

——- 

When Taehyung arrived home that night, he researched the place you lived. The complex only offers 1–2-bedroom spaces. It was extremely cheap, obviously catering towards the young students in the area. 

Not gated. Always leasing. Every amenity was shared. The complex had a laundry room, a mailroom, and even study space catered towards everyone who lived in the complex. 

He sat in front of his computer, favoriting the tab for later. He made a note for himself to apply for the place. Hoping that he will get a unit close to yours. 

Taehyung didn’t see anything wrong with it. He just wanted to be closer to you. You didn’t have a car, you didn’t pay much attention to anything around you, and you got along very well. If anything, he would be doing you a favor. In his mind, at least. 

He would take care of you. He would. Taehyung cared for you.  

Taehyung dug in his back pocket and retrieved the SD card from his camera, uploading it to his computer. 

Dozens of pictures from the last few months of you plastered amongst his screens. It was lit of countless off-guard portraits of you. 

You studying. You at work. You at the bus stop. And now, you walking home to your apartment. 

He favorited that one. 

“Any plans this weekend?” You asked as you handed Taehyung his receipt. 

It’d been almost 4 months since Taehyung first arrived at the bakery. He came in asking for the usual coffee you made him the second day followed by a cheese croissant, which you were currently making for him. 

It was Friday. Taehyung dreaded Fridays. You didn’t work on weekends; that meant no time to speak. The only time he’d seen you during the weekends was when he sat outside your apartment in his parked car, or when he quietly followed you around town when you hung out with your friends. 

“No, taking it easy and resting from work. How about yourself?” 

You nodded as you sleeved the warm cup of coffee, handing it to him. “I actually have a date, some guy from my English class asked me out,” you mentioned easily. 

Taehyung’s heart felt like it skipped a beat. Although this expression didn’t falter, he felt himself tense up at the words. He was irritated beyond relief on the inside. “Oh, really? Tell me about him,” he peered with a feigned sense of eagerness, sipping away at his coffee. 

You leaned against the counter with a smirk. “His name is Gabe, senior, and business major. He wanted to take me to this museum or something, but we haven’t spoken much. Kinda just text every now and then,” you gossiped to the older man. 

Taehyung stored every word you said meticulously in his mind. He kept a grin on his lips, but in his mind, there was a harsh grimace as he thought about every option possible. He had to prevent this date from happening. 

“Well, I hope you enjoy your date. He’s a very lucky guy,” 

—- 

Not lucky enough. Once Taehyung arrived home, he immediately got to work, researching his victim. 

He was able to put pieces together from his collection of photos of you, and your Instagram which he stalked daily, to find the man who was taking you out. Or, attempted.  

There was no way that loser was going to get to you. It made no sense for a guy like that to be with someone as stunning and radiant as you. The guy didn’t look extraordinary. Average hair, average skin, average height. You didn’t deserve anything average. 

Taehyung saved the profile on his computer, selecting the ‘message’ option on Gabe’s account. Taehyung wasn’t one to make threats. He made promises. He didn’t have to strike fear into someone; he had to inform them of what lies ahead of them. 

This is exactly the initiative he took with Gabe. Taehyung messaged the man from a private account. The text read his address, his IP, and a photo of Taehyung’s gun. Clean of course. Followed by one more brutally crystal-clear text. 

He’d never used the gun. Never needed to. He was a man living in the city, it was only smart of him to keep one for protection. Or, for a moment like this. 

“Don’t talk to y/n ever again.” 

Simple. Blunt. To the point. 

After a few moments, the text was read. The messages were liked. 

“Woah, sorry dude I don’t want any issues… I’ll drop the date now…” 

His work was done. He leaned back in his seat, opening his folder once more, scrolling through. 

He clicked on the favorites tab, a collection that was growing bigger by the day. Today, he liked a new photo of you. It was you in the window of your apartment this morning, getting dressed for class. Only a bra on and a skirt.  

“Oh Y/n,” Taehyung huffed aloud to himself as he allowed his hand to roam to the bulge in his sweats. He palmed himself at the sight of the photo. “How foolish of you to get ready with the curtains open,” he cooed. 

He bit his lip, squeezing his cock. “A pretty girl like you doesn’t know how to care for herself properly. Need me in your life,”  

Taehyung often caught himself doing this. Jerking to your photos, talking to them like you were actually there. It was almost incredible how quickly he got himself off to this too. Once a day wasn’t enough. Some days he’d do it 4 times. 6 times. Until he couldn’t cum anymore. 

Tonight was one of those nights. 

Ropes of cum usually filled his screen by the end of the night, landing on your photos. Loud screams of your name falling from Taehyung’s tongue as well. 

Every day, he prayed to be able to do it in person. 

—- 

You sniffled, sitting at your bus stop waiting for the vehicle to come sweeping you away from your misery. 

Taehyung watched from afar. He knew why you were crying. Your date was mysteriously canceled, and you were looking forward to it. 

“Hey,” Taehyung called quietly, feigning a confused look at your sullen expression as he approached you. “Oh, what’s wrong? Why’re you crying?” 

You were fresh off work. It was Friday. You were expecting a date the next day, and it would never come. 

“H-hi,” you stammered sadly. “It’s nothing, it’s really stupid,” you shut down, eyes looking at the concrete ground beneath the bench you sat at. 

Taehyung pouted. It hurts to see you cry, genuinely. Him being the cause, he almost felt guilty. But how could he? If anything, he saved you from a boring weak man who couldn’t care for you. 

“Hey, you can talk to me,” he assured, sitting beside you on the col bench. His eyes locked on your face. 

“He canceled the date. And he blocked me on everything. I don’t know what I did. I must have made him uncomfortable during our conversation,” you explained, eyes welling with tears again. 

Taehyung gasped, his brows furrowing in his faux sympathy for you. “I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve that,” he comforted the best way he could. “What do you mean you ‘made him uncomfortable’? What did you say?” He curiously asked, his body faced completely to you. 

You shook your head rapidly. “I-it’s, I don’t know. I guess it was too soon, it was stupid and my fault to tell him. I understand why he ghosted me,”  

Now Taehyung was intrigued. New information about you that he didn’t know? How could you be so open to that guy, but not to him? Why are you hiding from him now? 

“Tell me, "He said strongly. Not loud, but gruff and serious. He didn’t like that you didn’t tell him everything. Let alone, you had the audacity to tell another man? That’s not fair. 

Your eyes widened, looking at him in shock by the sudden assertive behavior. You gave in.  

“I told him what I liked in the bedroom. He said he was down at first, but then later in the night I was blocked,” you shamefully admitted whilst another tear shed. 

Taehyung looked at you with deep confusion. Sure, Taehyung peered into your life as much as he could. One thing that bothered him was his lack of knowledge on your sex life. You never brought men home, and at night your curtains were usually shut. You lived on the higher floors of your complex; it was almost impossible to peek in on you as he’d liked.  

“If you don’t mind me asking, what did you tell him that you liked?” He questioned softly, analyzing your humiliated face. 

The bus was approaching; you took it as your opportunity to end the conversation. 

“I should really get going now I can’t hold you up about my drama Taehyung,” 

As you collected yourself, a firm grip was laid on your wrist.  

“I can take you home, it seems like you need a friend right now, you can talk to me,” he insisted with a friendly smile.  

You kept a frown before nodding your head, agreeing to his request. 

He smiled and awaited you to stand with him, leading you to his car across the street. For some reason, the sight seemed oddly familiar, but you ignored it. 

He opened the passenger side door for you, allowing you to enter the car and sit comfortably before he closed the door. 

He started the car after fastening his seatbelt, pulling out of the parallel space and heading towards the main street. 

“Uhm, Taehyung?” You questioned; his eyebrows raised in acknowledgment. “Don’t you need my address?” You questioned curiously, confused at his actions. 

Fuck, he almost forgot. His expression was blank; he coughed before pressing the GPS on his dashboard. “Right, sorry I just assumed you were gonna give me directions as I drove,” he faked as he opened the keyboard. “You can put your address in,” he ushered, waiting for you to do so. 

You nodded, typing in the words and clicking the ‘start’ icon, the GPS voice narrating the directions. 

The ride was silent for about 5 minutes. Not an uncomfortable silence, but an awkward one. 

“So, are you gonna tell me what you told him?” He peered, bringing up the situation again. “As a guy, I'll tell you honestly if it was something that would push us away, you know?” 

You side eyed him, still recovering from your flurry of emotions. Flurry of emotions. 

“Well, I told him about my preferences in the bedroom,” you lead quietly, eyes shameful as you averted your gaze from his. “I- I like to play the dominant role, I like certain things that I guess he wouldn’t,” you continued on. 

He nodded. His heart secretly halted at the confession. He wouldn’t have taken you for that type, you seemed sweet and innocent, incoherent to sex life. But to find out that you liked to be in control, exuded something in him. A new fire that he never thought would burn. 

“That shouldn’t have driven him away,” he comforted. “Any real guy shouldn’t have an issue with letting their girl take control. As long as my partner enjoys it, she can do whatever she wants with me,” he assured you. 

Your ears perked and your eyes softened. “You’re being serious?” you questioned unsurely. He nodded, a small tug of a smile on his face. 

“Thank you,” 

“Of course, sweetheart,” 

—- 

“Would you like to come inside? I can make you dinner to repay you,” you asked as you pulled into your complex, parking at an empty spot in front of your building. 

Taehyung smirked. “If you’re offering, then sure, but you don’t have to repay me,” he assured, taking off his seatbelt as he shut the engine off. 

Exiting his car, you took the lead of walking towards your apartment, your keys jingling in your hand as you lead him upstairs to the unit. He viewed the surroundings, looking for cameras, nosy neighbors, bright lights, just in case. Anything that would help him furthermore with always keeping his eyes on you. 

You opened the door, “Ta-da!” You cheered, slipping off your shoes at the door as you entered the cozy space. 

It was surprisingly heavily decorated from what he usually seen. He had faint photos of your bright lights and some portraits among your wall, but not anything as high detail or descriptive as being inside. 

He slipped his off as well, keeping them by the door as he entered, eyes intently focused on every aspect of the apartment. Warm walls, pink throw pillows, pictures of your family, thick curtains, plants, everything. He took it all in. He could get very used to being here. 

“It’s so nice here,” he complimented. “Decorated everything yourself?” He questioned as he followed you into the kitchen. 

“Yeah, took forever, I've been living here since last year so,” you answered, pointing to your stool at the kitchen island. “Have a seat, I'll start making dinner,” you instructed. 

Opening your fridge, you took out some beef cubes, green onions, and eggs laying them amongst the counter. You headed towards your pantry and grabbed 2 packs of ramen. 

Taehyung watched you with a gentle smile, the way you flowed freely amongst your kitchen. You turn on your stove and wait for the pot of water to boil as you season the meat. The domestic sight made his heart flutter; it seemed as if all his fantasies for the past few months were slowly becoming real. His doubts of you never becoming his washed away day by day.  

“Oh shoot, my phone is dead,” your cursed, tapping the screen of your smart device repeatedly just to be met with a black cold screen. “Let me go put this on the charger really quickly,” you announced, walking to your bedroom. 

Taehyung nodded, acknowledging your action. He kept his eyes locked on his cellphone until he heard your bedroom door open and shut. Quickly, he rummaged in his pants pocket and pulled out his digital camera. Turning it on. 

He snapped a few photos. The photos of you on your wall. A photo of the kitchen, zooming in on the ramen ingredients. And a few more photos regarding the layout of the apartment, the windows primarily. For later usage. 

He heard your bedroom door open once more. He turned off the camera and shoved it back in his pocket before holding his cellphone again, smiling at you as you walked back into his sight. 

“I hope you like your ramen a bit spicy, I only siracha flavor,” you alerted, walking to the pot of boiling water and opening the packaged noodles. 

He placed his phone down to acknowledge you. His eyes timidly met yours as he quietly fidgeted with his hands. “I can handle it; I should be thankful that you’re cooking anything for me. It’s very sweet of you,” he said bashfully.  

You looked up to him with a soft grin. “You were kind enough to listen to my rants and take me home today, please allow me to repay you” you asserted. 

Once you began to assemble the bowls, Taehyung felt an urge of courage suddenly striking his core. He had been thinking about your confession earlier; he didn’t receive as many details as he would’ve liked regarding your bedroom fantasies. It was his right to know what you wanted. You pour yourself out to him any other time; why should now be any more different? He helped you avoid a date with a guy who wasn’t willing to fight for you the same way Taehyung did. He was the one who valued your ideologies, your wants, your needs, your wellbeing. He deserved to know.  

“Hey y/n, I have a question, if that’s okay...” he started off, his gaze low.  

You hummed, “mhm?” Waiting for him to finish while you continued your task. 

He paused briefly. “So, what exactly do you mean by being in control during bed?” He nervously spat out. 

Your cheerful expression fell into an incomprehensible one.  

You grabbed the two bowls of ramen and placed one in front of him, before taking your seat next to his. 

He sat up immediately. He became hyperaware as you were next to him, your eyes blank before you grabbed your chopsticks and picked at the dinner. 

“The dinner looks nice, thank you,” He bowed his head, grabbing his own utensils as he dug in. 

You nodded softly. Still quiet. 

“I don't know. I guess I just like to be the one who controls the pace of sex. I like to give commands, ask the questions, tie men down, things like that” you admitted nervously. Taehyung listened, his face unwavering as you explained. 

“I think sex is very vital to a relationship, and submission shows how much you trust your partner. It can be a sign of devotion and acceptance of the relationship you know? It’s not about just possessiveness, but it’s real love. Plus it’s just really sexy,” 

You added, your tone faltering at the last sentence. 

But Taehyung heard everything loud and clear. His brain decoding ever word and storing it like a smart computer. 

“I understand. I think guys should be most willing to do that with their partners. I personally wouldn’t mind having a woman tie me up and take over you know,” he assured your words as confidently as his coy behavior would allow. 

He blissfully enjoyed the dish you prepared while you sat in your thoughts.  

For some reason, the pattering of your heartbeat slowed and a sense of calm rushed over you from his affirmation. You enjoyed Taehyung’s company, but you never expected much from him other than quick conversations and laughs. Never in a million years did you expect to express your deepest desires to him. Let alone, for him to understand them and enjoy them for himself. 

You didn’t continue the conversation after that. You both ate in a comfortable silence. 

—- 

“Thank you for the dinner y/n,” Taehyung said as he took his empty bowl and yours to the sink. “I’ll wash the dishes for you,” he offered, grabbing a sponge and turning on the faucet. 

You shook your hands. “Oh Tae, that’s not necessary really,” 

Tae. The nickname was unfamiliar coming from your mouth. Not many people referred to him as Tae. Not even his own friends and family, maybe some coworkers but only when they’re passive aggressively speaking to him. He liked it coming from you. It was blissful. 

He shook off your protests and allowed himself to continue. He rinsed away the broth and debris before placing it on your drying rack. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t repay you?” He questioned rhetorically, coming back to your side. 

You froze with a grin. “What kind of friends do you have that do your dishes for you?” you chuckled teasingly, standing up from your seat. 

Taehyung’s face fell slightly at your words. “Not many, I actually don’t have friends who would even hang out with me really. Let alone invite me over and cook for me,” he admitted insecurely to you.  

You frowned at his admission. “I’m sorry, Tae. You know you can always call me if you wanna hang out and such, I’d love being your friend,” you wholeheartedly told him. Your arms extend and wrap around his neck for a quick hug. 

He froze.  

He was taken aback but didn’t miss the opportunity to hug you back. His arms wrapped gently around your waist.  

His breath steadied, taking in your scent. The moment was more intimate than he thought; the rapid pace of his heart racing brought him down from the high. You pulled away softly, eyes looking up to his almost dazed expression. 

“Are you okay, Tae?” 

“Sorry, it’s just, been a while since I’ve hugged a girl,” 

Shit. Why did he say that? 

Your eyes widened in shock. “Really? Like how long?” you peered, head cocking in confusion. 

“I-I,” he stammered reluctantly. “I couldn’t tell you honestly. It’s been years,” he continued shamefully. 

You didn’t laugh, scoff, snicker. You nodded, understandingly. “I haven’t really hugged or talked to any guys in a minute either. It’s why I was so happy to finally have a date, get a kiss out of someone for once,” you said as you related to his hardships. It wasn’t anything you were necessarily embarrassed of, but it wasn’t your favorite fact about yourself. 

Taehyung’s eyebrows rose. “I could kiss you,” he suggested before catching himself. His impulsive thoughts coming to light too quickly. 

You paused. 

You stared at him, your expression blank. God, he hated that. When he didn’t know about you. How you felt. What you were thinking. He hated every fucking minute of it. 

“Sorry,” he ushered, pulling away from your hug. “I should get going, shouldn’t I?”  

Taehyung grabbed his phone and his blazer, heading towards your front door vigorously out of humiliation. Just as he was about to slip on his shoes… 

“You can kiss me, Tae,” you simply allowed. Your voice is quiet, just above a whisper. You still stood in the same spot. With your island chairs. Facing his frantic body in vast parallel to your steady one. 

He froze in his tracks, eyes of hope looking into your certain ones. He took a few strides against the wood flooring. Meeting your smaller frame swiftly. 

Your head tilted up to his, your eyes low yet sure as you scanned his face. 

“Are you sure?” He questioned stiffly. 

You nodded rapidly.  

Taehyung wasted not a second more. His lips connected with yours in an instant; the kiss was feather-light but warm.  

You didn’t know what you were expecting. Contrary to his timid demeanor and soft-spoken voice, his kiss was confident yet desperate. His hands held your waist flush against his chest, and his breath was deep and rugged between the kisses. 

Your hands cupped his cheek, not allowing him to dare to pull away. Not that he ever wanted to. 

Once you both finally stopped, your breaths were caught in deep huffs, and your eyes were sewn onto one another. You could not resist the smile that crept on your face. 

Taehyung’s cheeks were reddened from the intense heat of the passionate kiss. He wanted to keep his eyes on yours, but the creeping sensation of bashfulness wouldn’t allow for it. His eyes scanned everywhere on your face but into your orbs. 

“Look at me,” you spoke sternly. His eyes flicked onto yours immediately. It was a command, not an ask. He obeyed. 

Your smile grew. “Good,” you cooed, cupping his cheek. “You listen really well, don’t you?” you questioned to the older man; he nodded slowly into the palm of your hand. 

“Aww, can’t use your words huh?” you asked authoritatively, already knowing the clear answer to your question. 

His lips tugged a small pout. “I-I can use them,” he spat out unconvincingly.  

“No, you can’t. Hardly can even look at me half the time we talk without getting nervous, I'm surprised you even kissed me,” you told, recollecting all the times over the past few months where you’ve two interacted. 

You’d talk; he’d listen. Not without toying with hands, or averting his gaze, or stammering hard as he fumbled out the words he needed to say. You’d notice it of course; his actions were subtle, but you weren’tstupid. You made him nervous, weak, and shy. 

You always thought it was adorable how he reacted to you. He was also very handsome as well, so it didn’t take long for you to be interested in him. He was older, had nice dark hair, a deep yet sweet voice, and valued your work ethic. 

It was natural for you to take interest in him, and luckily for you his feelings were reciprocated. 

If only you knew the exact feelings he had for you. 

Your feelings were vastly contrasted to his. You liked him. He loved you. You were interested in him, and he was obsessed with you. 

“I can’t. You’re right,” he pathetically admitted, his voice softening and pitching just above a whisper. 

You held back a small chuckle. 

“Do you like me, Tae?” You asked, opposite hand meeting with his chest, placing it over the space where his heart was, feeling each rhythmic beat pound against your palm. 

Something about the action was beyond explaining in words for Taehyung. You were so close; the moment was intimate, not only sexual but endearing.  

Your fingertips against his heart, the tone of your voice condensing yet somewhat nurturing, and the intense eye contact caused his blood to burn hot.  

He felt his pants get tighter and the blood flow rush to his manhood at each giving moment. 

He bit his lip, almost choking on the word vomit that he threatened to spew. 

“I do, I'm sorry if it’s weird. I know we barely speak but I love coming to the café and seeing you and- “ 

“Shhh…” you cooed, tapping his cheek lightly. 

His eyes widened, confusedly at your voice. 

“I know Tae, I know,” you whispered condescendingly as you strummed his cheek. “You were too shy because you thought I wouldn’t feel the same?” You asked him, receiving a rapid head nod as an answer. 

“Is that why you gave me so much reassurance when I told you my secret?” You questioned again. 

It took him a moment to remember what you were referring to. But how could he forget? The confession of your sexual desires to him. How much the two of you relate to the roles, how he told you that your fantasies turned him on as well. 

“Yes but, also because I genuinely like it too…you being in control that is,” he admitted, his eyes squeezing shut as his cock twitched in his tight dress pants. 

Taehyung dreamed about this moment constantly. His occurring wet dreams of you consisted of you on top of him, talking to him filthily about the lewd things you wanted to do to him. He found himself waking up in a pool of sweat with a raging boner every morning prior to work because of it. 

You hummed, understanding his thought process. Your eyes shamelessly looked down at his pants. His dick threatening to bust out of the seams. You smirked. 

“Follow me, darling,” you instructed, hands leaving his body as you walked to your bedroom. 

Taehyung’s eyes resembled a deer in headlights. Your room. He was going to see your room.  

The man shamelessly jogged after you, entering the space beyond the wood door and took everything in. 

—- 

Your room was surprisingly nothing like he expected it to be. It was filled with a flurry of all your niches. 

Posters of your favorite band, plushies of your favorite cartoon, your favorite color splattered in traces of décor and accessories.  

He viewed everything he could, as if he were writing down every item you had in a blank notepad in his brain. He noted your favorite lip gloss, or what he assumed to be so as it was sat loosely on your desk. As well as the brand of highlighters you used for school. He remembered that from the couple of times he watched you at the library. 

The brand of hair clips you used, the ones you tied your hair with at work? Everywhere. He already knew which ones you would like, but he underestimated how many were in your collection. 

Your room was a shrine of you. Everything you liked, everything about you, everything that reminded him of you. He felt like an art freak in a museum. Enamored by the amazing work that bodied his favorite subject. You. 

“It’s cute here,” he complimented as his eyes finally found yours again. 

You chuckled, “thank you, Tae,” you sat on the edge of your bed. “It’s even cuter when you’re here,” you added, crossing your legs while you sat. 

“I’m still in my outside clothes. I hate lying in bed with dirty clothes on. But I'm so tired from work, I can hardly move and take them off,” you complained, pouting at the inconvenience you feigned. 

Taehyung looked at you, his expression blank and almost dumb. His boner still prevalent and face redder than a tomato as he stared, confused on what even to do. 

“I can uhm. Help you out of clothes,” he offered quietly, stepping closer to you. 

You giggled again. “That’s so sweet of you, you should,” you replied. Your voice still sweet and firm, it was amazing how well you exuded your dominance to a man like him. Who knew a hard-working corporate man, had a thing for a young sweet girl like you? 

Taehyung nodded, more so to himself attempting to give himself some confidence before proceeding. 

His body made his way to yours, walking across the room to your bed and stopping once he was in front of you. His Adam's apple bobbed as he took a deep gulp, eyes meeting your top. 

Your smirk never faltered, waiting for him to finally make a move. 

You lifted your arms up, waiting for the man to take off your long sleeve work shirt.  

Taehyung gulped. Hands carefully, taking the bottom of your shirt and lifting it off your soft skin. Exposing your almost bare half to him, leaving you in your black bra. 

He took the fabric and folded it lazily before placing it on your desk. 

“Good job!” You applauded him, quietly clapping your hands for him. “Can you unhook my bra for me now please?” 

His breath hitched as he nodded profusely. His large hands wrapped around your back, reaching for the clasp and unhooking your bra as your breasts spilled. His eyes sewn towards the plush skin. Your nipples perked and taut. 

You grinned, allowing him to stare for a bit longer before you became overwhelmed with the ache in your panties. You were sopping wet already and needed relief. “Okay, time for my pants now. Get down for me,” you pointed to the ground expecting his obedience while you uncrossed your legs. 

The man got to his knees against your fur carpet. His hands reluctantly reached to touch the button of your jeans, unclasping the material and pulling the denim hem down achingly slow against your plush thighs. 

You watched with your bottom lip caught between your teeth and eyes drooping in a daze. He moved carefully, hands feeling feather light at the movement. Once your jeans were fully off, Taehyung allied the fabric to pool on the carpet. His eyes glued to the sight of your bare legs and black panties caught between your legs. 

You chuckled under your breath. “What about my panties?” You questioned. 

He froze in place. He imagined how beautiful you would complete bare before him multiple times. Every time he had the opportunity to peer into your window, he hoped to catch slivers of your naked skin, but was never blessed with the opportunity to see anything past you in a bra. He believed he was unbelievably lucky to be around you as much as he is, let alone for you to be into him. 

But the true blessing coming to light, seeing you willingly naked all for him. 

His hands grazed your hips. Thumb and index finger clasping to the cotton hem of your panties. He struggled to remove the fabric swiftly, but his eyes immediately caught the shine and moisture between your legs. You were soaked. Sticky slick spilling from your cunt. 

You hummed at the release, fully exposed to the man in front of you. “Good job, thank you so much, Tae. I can finally be comfortable,” you sighed, leaning back on your elbows. “My feet are really killing me from work,” you feigned.  

Taehyung placed the fabric of your panties adjacent to your jeans on the ground. He looked up to read your expression. Your pout was adorable, but he knew it was anything but innocent. He looked down at your feet. Your perfectly polished toes made his mouth water. 

“I can massage them,” he offered sincerely. You smiled, patting his head and running your fingers through his thick locks. “How sweet of you, thanks, Tae,” you cheered, sticking your foot towards him. 

He nodded, taking your soft foot between his hands, pressing his thumbs against the heel. He massaged lightly, rubbing gracefully on the sole. You blissfully moaned beneath your breath at the feeling.  

Taehyung watched you intently, taking in how every touch of his hand caused you to react. His eyes grazed down to your toes again; his impulsivity running ramped as he took your foot, placing your toes against his tongue. 

Your eyes squeezed at pleasure. The warm muscle sloppily licks between the sensitive nerves on your foot causing you to moan loudly. The sound echoes from your bedroom walls. Taehyung took your big toe, encapsulating the digit completely and sucking it tastefully. Humming around it, the vibrations striking though your toes and straight to your clit. 

“G-good job, fuck feels so good,” you moaned to the older man, praising him for his actions. Your fingers tighten the grip on his hair, holding him tightly amongst your sensitive feet.  

Taehyung used your praises as motivation to continue, licking long stripes against your soles. Pressing sloppy open kisses against them. His sick fantasies in mind run across his mind. He recalls how vividly he imagined this moment would be.  

He had a fetish for you. Everything is revolving you and your body. He thought of putting his tongue anywhere it could be. His lips kiss every inch of your body. His dick rutting into every hole you possessed.  

He worshipped your feet, completely whipped at the sight of you falling apart from the light touches. Your pussy dripping, staining your sheets below you. 

“Tae,” you called with a breathless whimper. “That’s enough, touch me up here now,” you instructed, looking down hazily at him. His lips glistening from his own saliva pooling from his mouth. 

His mouth pulls away from your sole as he pouted. He didn’t want to stop, but he was eager to get closer to you. He hoped to finally have you cum for him. 

“Yes Miss,” he obeyed, placing your feet down as he came closer to your dripping heat. His hands rest firmly on your soft thighs, spreading you wider for him. Your perfect pink clit shining for him like a pretty pearl. 

You bit your lip, stroking his flushed cheek with your thumb. “Gonna be a good boy and eat me out?” You questioned, knowing the answer already. He shyly nodded, head eagerly diving into your legs before you caught him roughly by his hair, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Words. Are you gonna be a good boy?” you sternly repeated. 

Taehyung’s head rapidly nodded, words choking out embarrassingly. “Yes, yes, I will Miss. I’ve wanted to do this for a while, make you feel good ma’am,” he stammered, hissing at the pain of your fingers tightly in his hair. 

You hummed approvingly, releasing the tight grip. Taehyung sighed in relief as he dug into your pussy. His tongue twirling in circles around your cunt. His hot breath against your hole and the tip of his nose grinding against your clit. 

You wanted to scream from the intensity. He ate you like you were his first meal in ages. It was sloppy, hungry, and forceful. His desperate whines against your cunt made your abdomen ache from pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut as he took in every moment shared. 

“Shit! Just like that baby boy,” you cooed. The praises falling naturally from you. You were enjoying every single minute of it, his tongue was aggressive and needy against your clit. You’ve never had someone take as much pride into making you feel this good before. 

Something you could easily get used to. 

Your thighs threatened to shake from the blissful pleasure. You didn’t take your eyes off the handsome man devouring you. He looked as if he were ready to cum himself. Flushed skin, a light layer of sweat, and deep sweet moans spilling from his mouth. 

His two long and thick fingers entered your hole, swirling around the velvety walls and fucking you at a harsh pace. His fingers causing squelching noises between you. 

“So-so sweet miss,” he whimpered against your puffy lips. “like candy, just like I imagined,” 

Strings of slickness and spit filled your thighs and his mouth. He sucked harshly at your swollen clit, you near your release. 

“Tae, fuck. Who taught you to do that?” you asked rhetorically in shock from the skillful tongue. Sure, he was older, and you assumed he had much experience. But you were far from correct. 

You didn’t know how much research Taehyung put into learning how to properly give oral sex, just in case he got the chance to perform it on you.  

Luckily those countless hours of porn seemed to be paying off well for him. 

Your eyes fluttered as your back arched, ready to give yourself to him completely. “Wanna cum! Gonna be good and take it, right? Good boy,” you warned, your thighs impulsively squeezing around his face as you grind against his face. 

Taehyung’s pace became relentless. His tongue flicks over your lower lips rapidly, eagerly pulling you to your climax.  

With a few more loud screams, you achieved it. Your release painting his face like a canvas. His lips swollen and shiny as he met your eyes. “Did that feel good Miss?” He questioned bashful. 

You softly chuckled and pulled his chin to gently peck your lips, tasting yourself. “Did such an amazing job baby boy,” you praised. Your eyes fell to his crotch, the evident strain of his bulge as clear as day. “Want me to take care of that?” You questioned, pointing at the sight. 

He gulped, nodding his head vigorously. “Please help, been dreaming of it,” he plead honestly to you. 

You didn’t read too much into his words, but you smiled the same sweet one you always did. “Let me ride you then,” it wasn’t a suggestion; it was an order. And order that he was always more than willing to follow. 

In his fantasies, they always included you on top of him. Bouncing your perfect tits in front of him while you took every inch of his cock while on top of him. His dick could hit you at the perfect angle, making you dumb and compliant for his touch. 

Taehyung moved like lightning. To his feet and immediately tugged his pants and boxers off swiftly. 

You moved your body fully on the bed, waiting for him to prepare. Your eyes caught the silver device poking from his back pocket. “Is that your digi-cam?” You questioned calmly. He stopped in his tracks, seeing the silver lens peaking. 

He’d always been open about his love of photography to you; it was no surprise to you at all that he had it. “Yeah, just take it with me everywhere. Never know what you’re gonna see,” he claimed. His excuse convincing enough for you as you nodded your head with an understanding hum. 

“One day you’re gonna show me your pictures, right?” you asked intrigued with his hobby. 

He chuckled nervously, “yeah, you’ll be the first one to see,” he assured. 

Taehyung’s cock freely sprung into the air, angry with a leaking red tip and veins bulging from the member. 

You pat the open space on your mattress, signaling him to lie down for you. 

Taehyung reluctantly took his place, back against your plush mattress. You crawled on top of his warm body, your pussy against his bulging cock teasingly as you sat on him. 

Your lips connected once more in a deep passionate exchange. Taehyung loved kissing you. It was better than he had imagined; your lips were like sugary candy. They were soft, your lip gloss just a bit sticky. He loved it.  

His large hands gripped tightly on your waist as he held your naked lower half against him. His cock throbbing from the contact. You two were so close, yet not close enough. He yearned to finally be inside you, your beautiful wet canal taking him in like you were meant to do. 

You pulled away from the heated kiss breathlessly, sitting up and taking his hard cock in your hands, pumping the large member. 

“Ready for me to ride you baby?” You asked just above a whisper. 

“Please! Need you so bad,” he begged quietly. 

You condescendingly cooed, a feigned pout on your lips. “Aww, no that doesn’t sound very convincing babe. Think you can beg better than that,” 

“Fuck y/n, just- fuck please. Please fuck me, I always think about it. Always imagine you on my dick, I always do. Think about you every day…. Wanna fuck toy every minute-“he rambled frantically, his sentences ending with grunts as your hand squeezed his member tightly. 

“Good boy, since you asked so nicely,” 

You finally slid onto his cock in one fluid motion. His thick member gave you a good firm stretch, your eyes fluttering as you released a high-pitched moan. 

Taehyung’s moan was loud and guttural; his hands harshly gripped your hips, holding you as you took him in. 

You were wet. So wet. Tight like a glove around Taehyung, his body reacted immediately. 

Your movements were slow at first, getting used to his fat cock took a moment, but the way his eyes fluttered like he was in heaven made you only want to fuck him faster. Harder. 

He was a whiny, desperate mess inside of you. “So beautiful on top,” he cooed. His lips caught between his teeth as he chewed down holding back a moan. 

You pouted, “lemme hear baby, don’t you feel good?” You said. Your hips pick up the pace. The wet slapping skin fills your bedroom. The tension is thick and hot. 

You grind against his member with a steady rhythm earning his moan, beautifully hitting your ear. He was a mess. Whimpers incoherent and eyes squeezed shut, as he could barely look at you due to the immense pleasure you caused him. 

The sex was so good to the point where he could almost cry. Months he waited. Countless nights of jerking off to his secret shrine of you. Worth it. 

“You’re the best mommy. Best pussy ever- gonna make me cum,” he whimpered helplessly to you. 

His words are melodic to your ears. A new profound energy overcame you. You were so turned on from his words, his voice, his cock. It was the best feeling you’d had in a while.  

You leaned down, wrapping your arms around his neck, hips snapping against his cock intensely. Your mouth littered open mouth kisses against his jaw and neck, humming with each one. 

Taehyung’s legs shook and abdomen convulsed as his high came over him.  

You looked and seen a few stray tears cascade over the poor boy's face. 

“Aww, baby. Felt so good huh? Don’t worry, I'm cumming too for your love,” you comforted, kissing away the hot kisses of his overwhelmed frame. 

Your climax harsh and jagged like his. You cursed his name as you felt apart against his toned body, his hands holding you close as you came.  

A few moments of silence filled the air. You two laid comfortably against another, taking in each other'ss warm embrace. No words, no questions, no worries. Just the feeling and comfort of one another. 

Taehyung held you tightly, strumming your hair softly as your breathing slowed down. His cock still inside you, softening but he didn’t dare pull away. Not at this moment. 

—- 

Taehyung woke up bright and early the next morning. 5:48 am to be exact. The sun barely rose, but it was peeking through your blinds. 

You weren’t on top of him anymore. You were adjacent, your back facing him as you were caught in a deep sleep. 

He watched you momentarily. You looked peaceful and angelic. The way the sun kissed your skin was like a mural. Like a muse to the artists of the world. 

Taehyung quietly slipped out of your bed, making sure to make not even the quietest noises to disrupt you from your sleep. Once on your carpet, he leaned down to his pants and dug for his digital camera. His hands turned on the small battery powered device and loaded the screen. 

He looked at you deeply just once more before holding the camera to his eyes, snapping a few photos of you asleep. Naked. 

He then grabbed your soiled panties from the floor in his hand, taking detailed up-close photos of the fabric. 

He then snapped multiple photos of your room. Your desk. Pillows. Posters. Everything. 

He sat his camera down on the floor once more, grabbing his boxers and slipping them on, along with his dress pants. Shoving his camera in his pocket once more. 

He rolled up the fabric of your panties, and slipped it into the opposite pocket. 

Taehyung took a deep breath, leaning on the bed and tapping your shoulder slightly. 

“Hm?” you responded groggily, still half asleep, not even turning to meet his body. 

“I have to go now y/n, I'll see you later, okay?” He calmly alerted you. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, hardly even processing his words in your fatigued state. 

Taehyung sighed at himself. He quietly exited your bedroom, closing your door. He headed to the front door, slipping on his shoes and exiting through the front door of your apartment, making sure to lock it on the way out. 

He stood outside the door momentarily. He looked around the complex. It was quiet, even though it was only dawn. It was peaceful, perfectly suited for you. Your side of the complex seemed to be scarcely populated. 

His eyes trailed to the unit right next to yours. He took a step over to the window. Taehyung’s curiosity got the best of him; his eyes pressed against the glass and searched inside the unit. Empty. Dark. No furniture, no lamps, nothing. 

He looked at the number of the door, making a mental note before finally heading to his car. 

—- 

“Apartment 613 is available for lease sir, that is correct,” the apartment manager spoke on the phone to Taehyung. 

“Great, my application has already been approved. I was wondering when my move in date would be?” he asked abruptly to the woman over the phone. 

“Well, we can schedule you an apartment tour for tomorrow but- “ 

“No tour. I want to move in. When can I move in?” he interrupted bluntly, causing the woman to be taken aback from the conversation. 

The agent cleared her throat before answering. “How does the 21st  look?” She asked carefully. 

The 21st. Less than a month. 

“Perfect, the 21st,” Taehyung answered to the woman. 

She gave a nervous smile against the phone. “The 21st it is Mr. Kim, thank you for leading with us,” 

The line cuts. Taehyung couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face. Ever since that night, he knew he had to make his move to keep you in sight. Asking to be your boyfriend and wait for when you would allow him to move in would simply be too long to wait for him. He knew if he wanted to change, he would have to do it himself. 

Being your next-door neighbor was way more rational to him. He’d know when you’d get home, who you’d bring home, observe you closer. The only thing repeating you would just be a wall. 

He’d wonder how you would react. 

He could play it off as a coincidence. He didn’t know the apartment they would lease him would coincidentally be the one directly next to yours. 

Why did he choose your complex? For the rent, the amenities, the close proximity to his job. It seemed believable enough. 

Taehyung didn’t have much to move to the new place either. Outside of his clothes, utensils, and computer, it wouldn’t be much of a hassle at all.  

His phone buzzed, and a text from you popped up.  

You: hi, idk if this is weird but I really enjoyed what we did the other night. 

You: was wondering if u maybe wanted to keep it going? Something just casual, yk? 

Casual? Taehyung never did anything casual. He never did anything. If you enjoyed it so much, why would you only keep it as something brief? Didn’t it mean something more to you? 

To him it was everything. The ultimate act of intimacy. It was love. Why didn’t you love him? 

No, you do. You said it right? You were interested in him. You liked him. You told him you did. You love him, you just don’t realize it yet. That’s okay. He’ll help you. 

Him: casual is fine :) whenever ur up for it, we can. 

Smooth Taehyung. 

Despite it being the total opposite of what he wanted, Taehyung knew better than to rush this with you. The last thing he wanted was to push you away. He could never do that. He’d gotten you closer than he planned to within the last few months, and he’d be damned to let you go now. 

You: cool. Was wondering if you were free tmrw night? A movie n’ chill? 

Him: sounds great. See u tmrw :) 

—- 

And so it began.  

That following month, your friends with benefits situation with Taehyung went extremely well. 

He was more than amazing during sex, and he loved to spoil you with dinner and movie dates in between your rendezvous.  

He still visited you at the café during the week, not much changing other than a bit of flirty exchange every now and then. But he was the same Taehyung to you. The kind shy man who knew how to please your body beyond relief. 

There were a few odd things that took place during that month with you and Taehyung. At least once a week, he brings you flowers. You assured him that you didn’t need them, (nor really wanted them so soon), but he made it a mission to have them delivered to your doorstep. 

The thing that made it odder? They were your favorite flowers. You never told Taehyung your favorite flowers. 

“Oh wow, Taehyung you know you didn’t have to!” you said as you grasped the 5th bouquet he’d given you. 

“But you deserve them, I don’t want you to think that just because we’re causal that I can’t be chivalrous,” he protested. 

You nodded slowly. Accepting your fate. “Thank you,” you quietly said, holding onto the obnoxiously bright bouquet, bringing them inside. 

Another incident that often occurred during your rendezvous was the fact that your panties always went missing. But not necessarily the pair you wore right before sex. Pairs that you swear you tossed in your dirty laundry hamper earlier in the week. 

While doing your laundry downstairs in the laundromat, it seemed like the pink pair you worse Tuesday miraculously disappeared. You were getting annoyed; you couldn’t really afford to go panty shopping every week with your barista salary. 

Taehyung also got clingier, naturally. But his few texts a week turned quickly into rapid spams a day. 

Him: I hope u do well on ur exam today!! 

Him: I went to the vending machine at work and seen ur favorite candy. Dropping it off at your place soon. 

Him: The flower shop ran out of ur favs, so I grabbed some pink peonies today, hope that’s okay. 

Him: Am I seeing u tonight? 

Him: y/n? did u see my text yesterday?? 

To anyone else, this would be a dream. A guy being so caring and considerate like this would be heavenly. But to you, it’s a little weird. 

You liked Taehyung yes, but you didn’t want anything serious so soon. You’d only met him a couple of months prior, and you began to get to know each other only a few weeks ago. You wanted to be casual. He agreed to be casual. 

It was far from it. 

Taehyung was beginning to grow impatient as the countdown for his move in day came quicker and quicker. 

After your fuck sessions, he would bring home more evidence of you to his apartment while leaving traces of him in yours. 

The flowers filling your place were symbols of his love for you. At least, that’s how he seen it. 

How did he know they were favorites? Maybe he opened your phone one night after sex and scrolled through messages of your ex-flings while simultaneously deleting and blocking their contacts. 

The panties you complained were missing?  

He told you that maybe some creep in your complex was raiding your hampers when you left your clothes to wash in the laundromat downstairs. 

“Ew, that’s gross who would do such a thing?” you grimaced as he chuckled. 

“It happened to my old friend at her place. Sometimes homeless people just grab clothes and take it for themselves from public places like that,” he explained as he drank the coffee you fixed for him. 

“Yeah, but it’s only my panties going missing, Tae,” you explained, your voice in a timid whisper. 

He chuckled. “Maybe they have a thing?” He joked, earning another grimace from you. 

But of course, this wasn’t the case. 

Taehyung keeps your panties scattered across his mattress, sleeping beside them like they were extra pillows or his favorite plushies. 

Only your soiled ones, of course. The ones he secretly grabbed from your hamper while you showered or cooked in the other spaces of your home. 

The days where he didn’t see you, he used them as his personal cum sock. His sick urges getting the best of him every time as he jerked himself with the damp fabrics. Moaning your name lewdly as his imagination ran with the filthiest desires for you. 

—- 

A month passed. 

Taehyung’s and you decided to pick up the pace a bit with your relationship. You officially went on dates, but to your eyes were nowhere close to officially being a couple. You were exploring the connection you two had. 

You enjoyed the flowers more now. The late-night calls, and the dinners picked up. A few times a week you two would go out, and you enjoyed it. 

The school day had just ended for you. It was a slow day, just a few classes and a study session but nothing out of the ordinary for you. 

You finally returned home, walking up the stairs to your unit, keys in hand when your attention was caught by the door next to yours wide open with movers coming in. 

You stopped in your tracks and peered nosily in the open space, trying to get a glimpse of your new neighbor. “Hm,” you hummed curiously, not making out any signs of them. 

You hoped they weren’t like the last ones. Loud and obnoxious at any given moment. Maybe they went to your school? You hoped they were nice.  

You unlocked your door and stepped inside your space, making yourself comfortable as you set your school supplies down and headed to the kitchen. 

The kind spirit inside of you decided you would make them a welcome treat, you luckily had some brownie mix and eggs in your fridge, so you whisked the ingredients together and set them to bake for the next hour. 

Once the movers stopped for the day, you took the tray of brownies and placed the squares in a large Tupperware container before heading next door. 

You knocked on the door three times, watching the warm light flicker through the window as the sound of footsteps led to the door. 

Once the door opened, your eyes widened in shock at what stood behind the threshold.  

You almost drop the container. 

“Surprise!” Taehyung cheered, arms wrapping gently around your frozen frame. 

“Y-you’re my neighbor?” you sputtered in a gasp. 

He pulled back to read your face. 

“Yeah, I’ve been apartment shopping for the last few months, and I coincidentally signed up for this place a few months ago. Crazy, I didn’t expect a unit so close to you,” he explained like it was something so simple. As if it were just a crazy coincidence. 

You were stunned but somehow managed to smile his explanation.  

It was just a coincidence. You told yourself. 

“What a surprise,” you said. A nervous grin crept on your face. 

He nodded, stepping back behind the threshold. “Please, come in,” he ushered you inside. 

His apartment layout was similar to yours. 

Kitchen. Living room. One bedroom. Bathroom inside. 

Empty but a couch, a couple of boxes, and a lamp. 

“You packed light,” you commented, setting the brownies on the kitchen island. 

“Yeah, I don’t have much. Minimalist,’’ he replied with a light chuckle, his body walking towards a box on the floor as he sat down and began to unbox it.  

“So, you weren’t gonna tell me you were moving here?” You began, sitting adjacent to him on the wooden floors. 

He merely shrugged. “Just didn’t think it was of much importance you know?” He answered as he pulled out the contents of the box. Pots, pans, and kitchen towels. 

Your brows are furrowed. “But- we’ve been talking for the last month, I just thought it would’ve been important to know,” you protested, your tone quiet but your tone the complete opposite of calm. Shaky. 

His eyes met yours confusedly. “You said we were casual, I didn't think casual meant tell you I was moving,” he answered honestly. Too honest. He rarely talked about himself to you, for good reason. 

This, being the prime example. 

“Taehyung, no,” your voice rose. “No, you knew I lived here for the past month and when I invited you to my place, you never once mentioned you moving here let alone being my next-door fucking neighbor! This is weird!” you snapped, voice raising to a scream. A scream he never heard. 

You were scared of him. His worst possible fear is coming to light. 

His head lowered; he froze in his tracks. 

His eyes welled as he attempted to hide his face from you. 

“I didn't know, we were gonna be neighbors I swear- I signed the lease before knowing you... I didn’t-” he choked. 

His emotions are real, but his words are far from the truth.  

Your eyes met his sullen frame. Guilt crept as you scooted closer to him.  

“Fuck, Tae,” you cursed apologetically. “I’m sorry, I know you did say that. I’m just overthinking, I’m upset you hid it from me,” you apologized sincerely, wrapping your arms around him. 

His large arms wrapped to hold you closer, tears falling now against your shoulder. 

Geez, who knew a man like him could be so sensitive. 

“I think it’s nice that we’re neighbors now. It’ll be easier for us to date,” you admitted shyly, his tears slowing at your confession. 

“You still wanna date?” He asked meekly. 

You nodded in response with a cheeky grin. 

“Of course, who doesn’t want their future boyfriend next door to them?” 

Exactly. 

You were finally on his wavelength. You see eye-to-eye. The reason why he did this was already perfectly decoded in your mind, and he didn’t even have to explain it to you. 

Such a smart and willing girl. 

— 

You enjoyed Taehyung being your neighbor.  

Once summer finally came around, you agreed to be his girlfriend officially. School was out, and you could finally focus on things outside of just school and work. 

Him, your family, and friends. 

But mainly him. 

Taehyung occupied most of your time. 

He convinced you to work the same hours as him at your barista job. You both now worked every day, 9-5 except weekends. You left the house together; you came home together. 

You ate together, showered together, shopped together, slept together. 

Everything in your routine perfectly matches Taehyung’s. 

You spent equal time in one another’s apartment, hardly ever leaving the space now outside of work or errands. 

You texted your friends throughout the day, as much as you could at least. If Taehyung didn’t complain about you ignoring him, that was. 

He never exclusively said he wanted to meet your friends, but he always implied that you needed to describe every detail of how you met them, what they’re like, what they do, etc. 

If you wanted to hang out with them, he never exclusively said no. 

But he did do everything in his power to limit the time you spent with them, or plain guilt-trip you into not going at all. 

“Baby, you’ve worked all week, why don’t you stay home tonight?” 

“Honey, tonight is our night. We already agreed to go to the movies,” 

“Y/n, you have dinner here at home already. Why go out and spend more money?” 

You always caved in. 

You’ve seen how upset Taehyung gets. Never angry, never cold. Just plain sadness. No, depressed. 

His shoulders slumped, tears brimmed, and voice quiet. He’d rather isolate himself for hours than yell and allow you to see him angry. It was off-putting, and you genuinely hated it. So, you prevented it by all costs. 

However, tonight you were willing to put up with the possible repercussion. 

It was your best friend’s birthday tonight and you hadn’t seen her since the end of the semester. You were extremely excited to celebrate with her, and you’d been mentioning it to Taehyung all week. 

It was a girl’s night at the bar, and the theme was ‘dress to impress’, and you were beyond excited for some release. 

You’d done everything to convince Taehyung. You made him dinner early, promised he could pick you up from the club, wear a dress he approved of, and even fucked him extra good the night before.  

He was putty in your hands when he finally agreed. 

“How do I look?” you stepped out in the long black maxi dress you both chose alongside the expensive kitten heels he bought you to compliment. 

You did a small twirl for him, showing off the silky fabric and the curls of your hair falling gently. 

His voice hitched, a feigned pout on his face as he stared. “Darling, you’re making me regret saying yes,” he said, his head dipping dramatically. 

Your eyes rolled as you walked closer to him, taking his droopy head between your hands and pecking the pout on his lips away.  

“Oh, don’t be so whiny, you’re picking me up at midnight right baby?” You questioned, pecking his lips again. The man nodded, hands placed on your hips firmly. 

“I will, so don’t have me waiting please. Midnight, I'm serious,” he answered, his tone stern and assertive. A tone he only used when it came to situations like this. Where he was afraid something would happen between you. 

You nodded. “Midnight, gotchu baby,” you assured before turning on your heel and walking back to your bedroom briefly. 

You were originally in there to grab your lip gloss and keys, but your eyes caught a glimpse of the silver camera Taehyung always carried around. 

On your dates, he would snap photos of you two, (mainly just you) and show you how cute they came out. You loved using the pics he snagged for your Instagram and such. He hadn’t used it since the last date;you wondered why it was in your room actually. 

Maybe he just had it on him and took it out when he came over? Yeah, that made the most sense. 

You did love the quality of the photos, however. Maybe you and your girls could snap pictures of each other tonight at the party!  

You didn’t think much further, taking the camera and safely tucking it away in your purse before exiting the room. Taehyung waited beside the front door of your apartment, and a small frown on his face again. 

“Are you sure I can’t come?” He whined, eyes like a lost puppy staring into you. You rolled your eyes teasingly, hugging your big baby and pecking his cheek. 

“Unless your name changes to ‘Taeyeon’, I don’t think so,” you joked, letting him go and opening the door. “See you later baby,” you bid before exiting the unit and going downstairs. The uber you and your friends were sharing awaited downstairs for you. 

Taehyung made sure you safely entered the vehicle before closing the door to your apartment and locking it. 

He continued to roam around your apartment, looking at things to see if anything had changed. He knows it didn’t. Never did. 

He went through all of your drawers. Cabinets. Closet space. Even your mattress, anytime he could. Anytime he can. 

Walking into the bedroom, his eyes scanned your desk. Looking at all the makeup you used to get ready tonight. 

You hardly wore this much makeup on your dates with him. Not that you needed it, but it caused his heart to race. 

Why did you need it tonight? You were just hanging out with the girls. That’s what you said, right? 

If not him, then who’re you trying to impress? 

The dolled-up face, the tight dress, the curly hair. All for a bar filled with random men to see you at all night.Fuck. He had to release this pent-up aggression. 

His eyes scanned, searching for his camera. 

He swears he left it there, it was right there. By your lip gloss. The lip gloss you just used… 

Fuck. 

—- 

“Happy birthday to you!” You and your girls sang to your best friend, everyone’s phone recording as the mini cake was lit up at the VIP section of the club. 

The music was thumping and the bass was almost too loud for anyone to hear each other. 

Shots scattered around the table. You only had 2, just like you promised Taehyung you would. 

Your best friend blew out her candles, and your section cheered happily at the sight. Flashed lit up the table as everyone took selfies and pics with one another on their cellphones. 

“Oh my god, guys wait!” you announced, digging in your purse as you scurried to find the camera. “I took my boyfriends digi-cam tonight. I want all our pics to be like in A1 quality, I'm so serious,” you told the girls. 

Your best friends' eyes shot up happily. “Oh my god! That’s amazing, I literally need like professional pics for tonight! We all look too good,” she cheered. 

“How’s you and that guy anyways?” Your other friend commented curiously. “Being as, it’s been almost 3 months, and we haven’t met the guy, you guys still going slow?” She wondered. 

You nodded. Your hands finally found the camera as you rushed to turn it on. “Still kinda slow, we haven’t met each other's friends or family yet. Told him I wasn’t really ready for that type of shit yet, but he completely understood and agreed,” you told your friends, the girls nodding their heads and humming. 

You turned on the camera and peaked at the settings, adjusting it for the club lighting. “Okay ladies, everyone looks at the camera!” You announced, flipping the camera lenses to face you and your group. 

You all smiled and held up ‘peace signs’ before the shutter went off. 

“Okay show us!” Your best friend urged.  

“Yeah, come on!” your other friends are heard begging profusely, tapping your arm in excitement. 

“Chill! Okay!” You shushed the girls, opening the gallery of the camera, searching for the pictures. 

Suddenly, it’s dead silent. 

Your mind blanks as you’re faced with what was in the gallery. Your friends' hands flew over their mouths in shock, eyes wide and voices completely gone. 

You didn’t pay any attention to them. To the music, to the crowd, to the drinks. Just completely shifted to what was lying in the camera roll. 

Hundreds of photos of you. 

Naked. 

Asleep. 

Walking to school. 

Walking home. 

Walking to work. 

Working. 

Even some with you and your friends, the same friends sitting right beside you. 

“Y/n what the fuck?!” Your friend cursed.  

“Did you know?” The other questioned. 

Tears well in your eyes. “I-I-I had no clue… I never went through this before, I only seen pics he’s shown me…” you stammered hopelessly, eyes still glued as you scrolled. 

A knot in your stomach churned; you began gagging violently. 

Your best friend caught you in her arms, patting your back. “No- fuck. Y/n, no you’re okay, it’s not your fault, it’s okay,” she comforted as much as she could.  

Your other friends took the camera from your hand, averting your eyes from the images. 

But they looked. They scrolled and seen everything. “Y/n, this is really bad,” one of them commented. 

“He literally has pictures of your documents here too. Your birth certificate, your social, your passport,” 

“You have to go to the police right now!” 

“Shut the fuck up! She’s literally about to vomit from this shit, she can’t handle hearing this right now!” Your best friend yelled at the other girls, she being more overwhelmed than you are. 

Your breath steadied, eyes blinking rapidly as you attempted to calm down. 

“it’s fine… I'm gonna figure this out myself,” you told your friends, feigning a calm and stable voice. 

You reached for your phone. 11:57pm, Taehyung will be outside any minute now. 

You collected your purse and stood up. Kneed wobbly and eyes watery. “Gimme the camera, I gotta go,” you said, reaching for the device and snatching it away from your friends. 

They all stared at you in disbelief, calling your name profusely. 

“You can’t go! This guy is fucking weird!” Your friends screamed. 

“Y/n, we’re gonna call the police, I swear to fucking god!” 

“Please, this isn’t safe!” 

It was all white noise. 

Your hands rummaged through your purse as you set the camera inside, walking outside the bar and seeing a familiar black car parked right in front of the building. 

You opened the passenger door and sat down inside, buckling your seatbelt. Your eyes averted from the man beside you. 

“Hey, Tae,” you whispered, eyes looking out the window. 

Taehyung’s gaze was completely on the side of your face. Small smile, soft eyes, the typical expression he always shared with you. 

“Hi baby, you, okay?” He asked, his hand reaching instinctively to land on your thigh. 

“Drank too much, feeling sick can we-,” you paused, your eyes looking outside the window and seeing your friends flocking around the club entrance trying to find you. 

“Please, let’s just go,” you begged as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. 

Taehyung didn’t say anything else, immediately putting the car in drive and pulling off. 

—- 

The street was bare, hardly anyone was out driving this late. The streetlights suddenly became eerie, and the silence in the car echoed throughout the drive. 

Taehyung came to a stop at the red light. 

“Hey baby?” He asked softly. 

You hummed in response, still not facing him. You couldn’t. You were physically sickened to your stomach. 

“I can’t find my camera. Have you seen it?” He asked casually. His eyes focused on the road as the light turned green, his foot accelerating on the pedal. 

You choked. “N-no, haven’t seen it,” you lied. 

He sighed frustratingly. “You’re a liar,” he deemed. 

Your eyes widened, looking over at him now. His foot on the pedal pressing, faster.  

50. 

60. 

70. 

“I-I-I'm not lying, Tae… slow down, you’re speeding,” you begged frantically, watching as signs, buildings, lights passed you by at lightning speed. 

His hands gripped the steering wheel harder; his knuckles whitening. 

“You’re lying to me. Why’re you lying to me? I never lie to you, why do you lie to me?” He chanted under his breath, barely above a whisper. It was hard to say he was even asking you directly at this point. 

Tears fell down your face. Your throat hoarse from the sobs you choked back all night. 

“I have it!” You screamed, holding onto your own body against the seat. “It’s in my purse! I just borrowed it for tonight! I swear!”  

Taehyung’s eyes were glossy. His foot lifted off the accelerator; the car naturally slowed down at the release.  

His chest heaved from frustration. He continued the drive at a steady speed; his hands still rough against the steering wheel. 

“Why did you lie?” He asked quietly. 

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand as you trembled. “I didn’t want you to be upset that I took it out with me,” you responded honestly. 

“You should’ve just asked, I would’ve given you a new SD card and all,” he replied in his same soft-spoken tone that he always used with you. 

It was fucking petrifying. 

“It’s okay, we only took one picture anyways- “ 

“No!” He yelled, hitting his hand against the wheel. “It’s my camera! The photos on there are mine! Only for me to see!” He yelled harshly. 

You flinched at the loudness, hands shaking as you shielded your face from him. 

“I’m sorry! No one seen anything! I promise!” you defensively yelled back at the man. 

“Yes, they did! That’s why you’re lying, you’re a fucking liar! You’re lying to me!” He accused his foot picking up on the accelerator again. 

Suddenly, a loud siren wailing sounded from behind your boyfriend's car. Red and blue flashing lights followed behind. 

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. 

Your eyes were red. The intense crying blurred your sight completely, and your heart raced from fear. 

Your boyfriend and the cops would never mix, especially in the situation you are in now. 

Luckily, Taehyung was smart enough to pull over. 

The parallel parking lane was dimly lit.  

Taehyung pulled out his license and registration immediately, rolling down the windows for the cops. 

“Have any idea why we’re stopping you?” The gruff voice of the cop beamed through the interior of the car. He took the information of Taehyung and scanned it thoroughly. 

“My girlfriend had a really long night at the bar, just trying to get her home safely,” he answered, his thumb sticking to point to you. You didn’t look at the cops. 

Your face was tear stained, hair frizzy, and body attempting to stabilize from the trembles. 

The cop stared at your figure.  

“Ma’am, step out the vehicle for me,” he instructed. 

“W-why does she need- “ 

“It’s fine, Taehyung,” you assured, eyes briefly looking at him as you unbuckled your seatbelt, taking your phone and purse with you to the back of the car where the officer awaited. 

“Name?” 

You told him your first and last name. 

“Date of birth?” 

You answered. 

The cop spoke on the radio, saying a number and asked for backup. 

“We got a call earlier about you, leaving the club downtown, saying you were the victim of a violent incident and people there were concerned for your safety,” the cop bluntly stated. 

Your eyes widened, your head turned to the car, looking through the back window for any signs of Taehyung paying attention to the situation. 

“Don’t look at him, talk to me” the officer instructed firmly. 

“If he’s hurting you, you have to let me know. We can’t have you going home and something happens,” the cop explained narrowly. 

“He doesn’t hurt me but, I think he stalked me,” you answered shamefully. 

The cop nodded his head. “The caller mentioned he took explicit photos of you without your consent, has a gallery of pictures inside your house, and so forth,” the cop continued. 

You only nodded your head.  

“Do you have the camera on you?” He asked once more. 

You reluctantly opened your purse, hand maneuvering through the bag. 

“No!” A loud visceral yell is heard from beside the car. Taehyung is standing by the driver's door, tears rushing down his flushed face. 

The cop immediately reached for his taser, aiming it at the man. “Stand back!” The cop screamed. 

“No!” You yelled at the cop, reaching before him.  

“Please Y/n! I’m not crazy… I swear baby. I-I-I just love you so much, I had to see you everywhere I…” he hiccupped between his words, falling to his knees. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you; I just never knew I could love someone like I love you. I took pictures to have you with me all the time because… I was scared you weren’t gonna ever like me… I took what I could please,” he whimpered, tears drenching his face like rainfall. 

“I’m begging you, please don’t leave me, I can’t be without you please. It’s not worth being here if you’re not with me… you’re my purpose… you’re my life, God y/n,” 

The cop rolled his eyes. He replaced the taser with cuffs. He walked over slowly to the weak man, placing his arms behind his back and cuffing his wrists. 

You stood there in shock, hand over your heart as you watched the man cry, plead, beg for you. 

His eyes glossy and red, lips stained with saliva as his cries grew louder. The cop dragged him into the back seat of the patrol car, shutting and locking the door before walking back to you. 

“I’ll make it simple. He admitted to his crime already, you can hand me the SD card for evidence, you go home, he goes to jail and you don’t have to deal with this,” the cop explained to you swiftly. 

“Or you don’t give me the card, you don’t press charges, he goes to jail overnight with a ticket and then comes home and you risk him hurting you, what’s gonna happen?” 

Your eyes dart between the cop, your purse, and Taehyung in the back of the car. 

You choked on your sobs, wiping your face with the back of your hand before focusing on the cop. 

You dug once more in your purse and opened the SD card port to the camera, punching out the small blue disk and handing it into the officer who gladly accepted the piece. 

— 

School started again around two months ago. 

You quit your job as a barista and moved out of your apartment right after Taehyung was convicted and sentenced to prison time. 

It was hard facing him in that court room, testifying against him while viewing the photos he took of you for the second time. 

The police raided his apartment. The old one and the unit he purchased next to you. They found the gun he’d threatened Gabe with. He never told you owned one, and you doubt he ever would. They found the portrait frames he’d purchased, planning to frame the photos he’d taken of you alongside the computer filled with terabytes worth of evidence towards stalking you. 

What pained you the most about the whole thing... it wasn’t the fact that he had explicit photos of you nonconsensual. It wasn’t the following you home every night. It wasn’t the threats he sent to the men around you. It wasn’t manipulation, lies, the infatuation.  

It was the fact you were blinded by his ‘love’ for you. 

The way he masked his obsession behind flowers, and dates, the sex. 

It was an impressive facade. 

The monomania of being in a relationship with you, rather than genuinely loving you. 

You’ve gotten a new job, working in retail at your favorite clothing store. 

“Here’s your bags,” you smiled at the young lady opposite the cash register, handing her the bags filled with clothes and the receipt. “Enjoy your day!” 

She reciprocated her smile, “thanks” she accepted the bags and walked towards the exit of the doors. 

A buzz from your phone rang in your back pocket, 

“Excuse me, sorry need to take this,” you alerted to your manager who nodded understandably as you walked to the back office. 

You picked up the call. 

“Hello?” 

“Hello, this is Officer Jackson with the county jail downtown, it appears that inmate Kim wanted to speak with you over the line, is that okay?” The officer’s voice beamed through the speaker. 

Your eyes squeezed in realization. A deep strung-out huff blew from your chest as you collected your thoughts before you answered. 

“Yes,” 

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺

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[gukcnt]

BACKSHOTS ✮ JJK

in which jungkook fucks his girlfriend raw in the middle of a performance because he's addicted to that pussy.

❪ PAIRING ❫ : idol bf!jungkook x gf!f.reader

❪ GENRE ❫ : established relationship au, porn with no plot, smut and fluff

❪ WARNINGS ❫ : 18+, explicit smut, semi public sex, quickie, rough sex, doggy style, unprotected sex, penetrative vaginal sex against the wall, praise kink, dirty talk and degradation, he calls her a slut, size difference, spanking, manhandling, lots of clit play, makeout, scratching, mentions of pain, creampie, slight overstimulation and orgasm control, he gives it to her hard, a little breeding kink, cum play, use of panties as a plug to keep the load in

❪ WC ❫ : 2.2k

❪ NOTE ❫ : couldn't help myself so i wrote a quick smut drabble cos i've been feral since watching jungkook perform in that jacket, i felt like you naughty girls deserved to join in on the fun so enjoy reading and wet dreams ! <33

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“wait for me baby, don't go anywhere.”

that was what your boyfriend jungkook had rasped two hours ago after kissing you breathless enough to leave your legs shaky and then he ran back onstage.

you stood just off the main stage, your heart pounding in your chest, feeling the sexual desire wafting between you both even though he was away giving all his energy and power to singing and dancing with his members.

but you only got the version of him no one else got or knew about, the one who glanced toward you between songs, eyes locking on yours with a hunger that had nothing to do with the performance.

it was as if he were giving his own personal sultry show to you instead of thousands of fans screaming his name.

you watched a droplet of sweat trace a line down the middle of his chest almost pornographically, like it begged for your tongue to lick it right off and you wanted to so badly.

now during the short break after one of their songs, jungkook jogged offstage for a quick towel and water, his denim jacket with nothing underneath parted to show off his sweat slick muscular body, his jeans low enough to show off the tiny hint of his calvin klein underwear.

he tossed the towel aside and made a beeline straight for you, ignoring the staff calling after him.

“fuck i've been thinking about you the whole time.”

his voice was husky from singing, a little breathless as well, he grabbed your wrist impatiently before you could even reply and pulled you deeper into the backstage down the corridor for more privacy.

“i can't focus when i know you're right there watching me.”

“jungkook the performance and the fans—”

you started but your protest melted into a gasp as he pushed you against the wall directly out of sight.

“they can handle the next song. i need you now.” he grumbles.

his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust and with pent up energy that he wants to take out on you.

he spun you around without waiting, pressing your chest against the wall, his front molding to your back as you felt the hard line of his erection already straining against his jeans.

“it's been hard since i saw this tight little ass in those jeans.”

“kook...”

you whimpered at his words, your back already arching for him, your eyes growing half lidded.

“god i love it when you call me that.” he rushes out.

his hands moved fast before you could even catch a breath, yanking your jeans and your panties down your thigh in one rough tug.

you could hear the cheers of the crowd and the beat of the music still playing, everything made you both feel alive and the thrill that you both might get caught at any second, yet instead of stopping you it made you hornier, your pussy giving a twitch.

“shitt you're already wet.”

jungkook groaned low, one hand sliding between your legs to tease your folds, feeling the copious amounts of arousal you leaked.

his fingers were so skilled, always knowing how to find your clit like an expert and it makes you shudder each time as he circles your clit once twice before dipping inside just enough to make your knees buckle but not fully inside, just giving you a little taste of what's about to come.

“all this for me hmm? while i was out there dancing?”

you bit your lip hard, nodding frantically.

“yes kook p-please...” you panted.

he chuckled as he grabbed your hips, leaning down to nip at your earlobe.

“atta girl, keep quiet for me yeah? can't have them hearing how i fuck my baby backstage.”

he pulled the zipper down, freeing himself, his cock hard and throbbing hotly, precum already beading at the tip.

he rubbed it along your slit coating himself in your essence, letting out a string of curses at the warm feeling of you.

there was no time for foreplay and time was running by fast and he had to join everyone on the stage so he didn't wanna waste any time.

jungkook was big, always had been and each time he decided to impale you on his cock, it felt like the very first time even though the stretch had gotten familiar.

“ahh... yes…”

you let out a long relieved whine at the feeling of him coming home inside you as he pushed in slowly inch by inch, intentionally letting you feel every ridge and vein of his dick and how he twitches inside you.

“fuuuuck...”

he hissed through gritted teeth, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he felt your pussy clench on him, welcoming him inside with a wet hungry swallow like it'd been dying for him to be inside.

his one hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, the other hand on the wall above your head.

“so tight, always so fucking perfect for me.”

he growls and grunts like a madman and you respond with a moan of yours.

he bottomed out with a deep,manly noise and he watched with hooded eyes at the way your ass quivers.

the fullness was overwhelming, his cock buried deep and pressing against that spot inside you that made you see stars behind your eyelids.

for a second he just stayed there, breathing hard, both of you listening to the crowd outside, then he started moving and you were already a squirmy mess.

backshots or whatever they called it.

receiving that from him always turns your brain to mush and it felt like he was literally rearranging your insides.

hard, quick, yet rough thrusts that only happened when he was trying to make you cum fast and with each thrust from him, you rocked harder against the wall, your hand scrambling to grab onto something and not being able to help yourself, you gripped his hand tightly, your nails digging into it and the pain fueled him even more.

the angle was perfect and with every thrust he reached that special spot inside you.

his hips moved like a needle does on a sewing machine, your tongue lolls out lewdly, almost drooling in the mindless pleasure.

squelch. squelch. squelch.

obscene noises were made each time he pumped in and out and in and out, his heavy balls slapping against your clit, sending jolts through you.

each thrust made your breasts bounce under your top, nubs hard and aching against the fabric.

“listen to that!” he snarls.

“hear how wet you are? taking my cock so willingly while everyone out there thinks i'm just taking a break.”

you sobbed, trying to muffle it against your arm though it didn't do much help anyways.

“kook… faster p-please, i need—”

he didn't let you finish your words because he obliged instantly, picking up the pace, his hips slamming inside you.

the same control he used on stage now driving you into insanity.

sweat dripped from his hair and onto your back, his free hand snaked around you to rub your clit in a tight fast rubs, matching the brutal rhythm of his cock.

your lips remained perpetually parted, letting out little “uh uh uhs” with each of his thrusts, not having any control to hold yourself up, your body was held like a ragdoll with one of his arms alone.

“yeah uh huh? you like this?”

he asks, mockingly imitating one of your noises with a breathless chuckle.

“oh god..”

you mewled, not even processing his words enough to reply to him.

“answer me when i ask a question. tell me, do you like getting pounded like a secret slut while i'm supposed to be performing?”

he lets out an animalistic sound, his palm coming down to give a sharp spank on your butt cheek, most definitely leaving a red handprint there.

“nhnnmm ahh y-yes so good. i want more. i want more pleaseee.”

you choked out letting out quiet squeals, unable to keep up with his fucking while he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his head falling back, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“of course you want more, this pussy never gets enough does it huh? so greedy.”

he gives you a few more hard thrusts, his hips circling occasionally doing that grinding rhythm that makes your toes curl while you start fluttering hard around him as if trying to just trap him inside you forever.

“dammit you feel so good, g-gonna cum so hard inside you baby.”

he stutters, his brows furrowing.

the pressure was starting to build fast so fast, from the way he dominated you, from his words, the rush of adrenaline and everything else... it was too much yet so amazing at the same time.

you wanted more, more and more.

your head thrashed side to side as you felt like he'd just hit deep inside your stomach, your hand scratching red lines on his tattooed wrist.

“yes—yes—yes—”

you yelped, trembling uncontrollably as you felt so near to your orgasm.

“that's it cum on my cock, let me feel you.”

he starts pounding you, angling your hips, manhandling you so he's able to reach the depths inside you that you didn't even know existed.

his hand quickening on your clit, doing that side to side and up and down motions on your clit, he knows it drives you a little insane.

he knows that you love it when he plays around with that little sensitive button of yours.

when he decides to pinch it between two fingers and holding on while delivering sharp thrusts, did it finally break you.

you came with a loud scream that ended in a wail.

“hahhh!”

your pussy pulses around his pistoning length, milking him, making his pace falter at the heavenly feeling of you cumming around him.

but he soon picked back up, fucking you through it and chasing his own release while making your juices splash everywhere making a mess on the floor beneath you.

his breaths turned ragged, thrusts losing their rhythm as he got closer and closer.

thrust. thrust. thrust.

“gonna fill this cunt up baby ughh!”

he hisses, slapping his palm beside your head as he buried himself to the hilt and came.

“mmmph..”

you let out a pathetic muffled noise as hot spurts of his cum filled you to the brim, leaving so much of the white mess as he ground his hips slowly, murmuring expletives while pressing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder.

for a long moment you both just panted, bodies locked together, both of you throbbing in the same way with heartbeats racing together.

he didn't wanna leave you so soon or lose the feel of this sweet cunt wrapped around him that he was addicted to but time was almost up, he could hear the members getting ready and the staff calling for his name.

with a reluctant groan, he pulled out slowly with a grunt and an “ohh” leaves you from the empty incomplete feeling.

your pussy gaping right in front of his eyes, leaking his cum as if saying without words how much she misses him already, he had to force his eyes away or else he'd probably just cancel everything and throw you over his shoulder and take you back to the hotel.

he pulled you close pushing your panties and jeans up, smoothing over them while you squirmed at the sodden feeling but the way he held you tighter confirmed that this was exactly what he wanted.

“you okay?”

he asked, eyes searching yours with concern and cups your cheek.

you nodded, a wanton moan leaving you as he kissed you deeply, tongue tangling with yours, tasting your cherry chapstick and your natural taste that he knows by heart.

“i love you so much, i will be finishing the show as soon as possible and then i will take you back to the hotel to finish this properly, you get me yeah?”

he patted your clothed butt and you giggled even as your legs still trembled a bit as he leaned down to steal another kiss.

“i love you too, go kill the rest of the performance pretty boy.” you cooed.

he grinned at the praise, cheeks flushing, that bunny toothed smile breaking through the post sex haze which you adored so much.

he adjusted his earpiece and took a few steps forward but he paused and turned to look back at you.

“keep those panties on, i want my cum leaking out of you when i come back to you.”

he winks, wiping sweat from his brows and rushing back toward the stage as if nothing had happened and he hadn't just said the filthiest thing ever.

you leaned against the wall with a giddy laugh, catching your breath, feeling his cum slowly start to sweep into your panties.

you watched him rejoin his members and dance like he hadn't just ruined you backstage.

your beautiful man is glowing even more now.

but one thing he didn't forget to do every now and then was look back at you with that secret smirk.

the world wanted him, yet you had him all to yourself and you never felt more lucky.

he was yours and you were his, it was a forever kinda thing.

you watched his tongue trace his bottom lip while singing and watching you with bedroom eyes.

it was a promise of what was to come.

you knew the night was far from over.

you couldn't wait.

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[kookied]

ALL’S FAIR | JJK 

“𝘐𝘯 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺, 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 (𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦) 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩, 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥.”

You were never greedy. What you had was always “good enough” and you always just settled. But after years of routine and a mundane social life, you begin to want more. And one wish on your birthday brings him to you.

supernatural au. sevenvicesGREED!jk ── demonic possession. depictions & descriptions of excessive desire/greed. biblical references including mentions of the "seven deadly sins". slight overlap in vices. references to human nature/psychology. portrayals of mild violence! profanity. mild nudity. physical touch (non-explicit). jk is manipulative! oc is skeptical about jk’s existence. descriptions of demonic possession and certain supernatural behaviors are from the tv show, Supernatural!

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memos. Spent the last two days grinding to finish this. I’ve always wanted to write a supernatural fic because I love that genre and this is my first time ever writing one so I hope it doesn’t disappoint, especially because there was so much anticipation — thank you so much for that! The American, The CW Network tv show, Supernatural, heavily inspired this fic. I love that show with a burning passion so this is dedicated to my pookie, Sam Winchester. Hope you enjoy! And as always, reblogs and feedback in the comments/my asks are appreciated! <3 

Disclaimer: The human psychology references in this fic are solely based on my own knowledge. Please allow margin for any errors in explanations as this work of writing is purely fiction!

*Note: All depictions & descriptions of desire/greed, portrayals of violence, and biblical references made in this story are fictional and have no connection to any real people or events. They should not be taken literally.* p.s. jk is referred to as “Greed” and "the demon" throughout the story to reflect oc's skepticism. Also, once the demon is introduced, I use "Jungkook's" when explaining actions or behaviors that the demon exhibits, to show that possession is only a mental process and the demon is essentially just borrowing Jungkook's body and controlling it physically, as seen in Supernatural!

Thursday, D-1, 10:00PM

“So what did you wish for?” Your older sister looks at you curiously, wanting to know what you asked for just before you blew out the candles that are sticking out of the top of your birthday cake. 

You shake your head with a smile, which means that you didn’t wish for anything. 

Well, at least that’s what you told her. 

You did wish for something. Something that you knew is hard to come by, at least for you. 

But then again, you’re not really supposed to tell people what you wished for, right? Because if you say it aloud, you’ll jinx it. If only you knew that that jinx would make you regret ever wishing for what you did. 

“That’s not really true, you know.” She pouts, upset that you wouldn’t tell her. 

“What isn’t?” 

“That if you tell people what your birthday wish is, it won’t come true.” She pauses in between her sentences, “I’ve told you all of mine for the past 26 years since I was 3 and they all came true.” 

“You’re just lucky, sis.” You smile at your older sister and rub her arm to comfort her, “I’ll tell you what I wished for if it comes true.” 

“You better.” 

Friday, D-Day, 12:01AM 

The guy behind the counter could not ring up your items any slower. He has a blank look in his eyes once he makes eye contact with you after scanning the last item,  “That’ll be $23.75.” 

“Oh, I forgot to get toothpaste. Can you give me a sec?” 

The guy blinks. You couldn’t tell whether he heard you or not. Someone clears their throat from behind you. 

Turning your head back, you see that three people are waiting in line behind you. “Sorry.” You rush into Aisle 3 to grab a tube of toothpaste, not wanting to hold up the line for any longer. Your eyes peruse the selection of oral hygiene products and look for the brand of toothpaste you always get, “Do they not have it? I guess not.” You breathe a sigh, and turn to your right to walk back to the counter empty-handed. Just before you turn the corner at the end of the aisle, a man bumps into you. 

“My bad.” A low, husky tone rings in your ears.

Turning your head to look at who that voice belonged to, you’re met with the most alluring gaze and naturally, you get lost in it.

“Aren’t you going to pay for this?” The guy behind the counter hollers at you, seeing as you had held up the line long enough. 

“I’ll be right there!” You call back while looking at the man facing you. 

“See you later.” He whispers, the corner of his lip tugging into a smirk just as that last syllable leaves his mouth. 

“What the-?” Talking to yourself, your eyebrows furrow and you rush back to the counter. You throw $30.00 onto the counter, “Keep the change.” You mumble and gather all of the very ordinary items you just paid for. After you stuff them into the tote bag on your shoulder, you shove your hands into your sweatshirt pockets. When you walk out the door of the store, the muggy air slaps you in the face again. 

Stupid summer weather. 

You squint, finding the air rather unpleasant and disgusting. Why you are wearing a sweatshirt in this kind of weather is a mystery. After ten minutes of huffing through the humidity, you are home. Eager to get out of the heat and stickiness, your fingers fumble with your house keys. You insert the key into the hole to unlock the door. You push it open and cold, crisp air from the air conditioner greets you, putting a smile on your face. Breathing a sigh of relief, you drag your right foot to walk inside when a knock sounds from the other side of the door. Your head jerks around to stare at the door. Wary of who it could be, you stand still and cover your mouth with both of your hands. 

There’s another knock. 

For all you know, it could be a prank. Which actually makes it scarier. You breathe deeply into your hands, slowly removing them from your mouth. Your heart rate begins to rise as your hand extends out and grabs onto the door handle. The voice inside your head is screaming at you not to open the door but your hand turns the knob and the door opens with a click. Your arm pulls the door towards you just enough so that whoever is behind it can’t come in. You insert your head into the crack betweenthe door and doorframe that you just made. 

“What-? W-why-?” You stutter, eyes widening at the sight of the man standing in front of your door. 

“Hey.” He has his hands inside the leather jacket pockets. “Told you I’d see you later.” He invites himself inside your apartment, pushing you behind the door. 

You push the door off of your chest and watch him walk into your apartment like it's his own. “Do you know me?” He ignores you and paces around your living room. “What do you think you’re doing?” You scoff as he relaxes on your couch. 

“You called me here.” He stares at you blankly, waiting for confirmation. 

“When? I don’t even know you.” You walk closer to him, the voice in your head trying to stop you from interacting with him any further.

“When you wished ‘for more’ earlier.” He reminds you, standing up from the couch while the next few words echo into the air, “What I can’t figure out is-.” He cuts himself off and paces around your living room, continuing that sentence just seconds later, “-what you mean by that.” 

Oh shit. That birthday wish. 

“What did you mean when you wished you for ‘more’?” He stops pacing to look at you, analyzing your face. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“People usually want more of something. It’s usually love, money, power, fame, status, acknowledgement, hell, even sex.” He breaks eye contact for a second, “Humans usually know what they want more of.” He makes eye contact again, tilting Jungkook's head, “But you don’t seem to know.” 

“Who are you?” Your voice shakes, finally listening to the voice inside your head that had been warning you about him for the past five minutes. 

He shakes Jungkook's head, “Not ‘who’, ‘what’.” 

“What?” You frown. 

“I’m not human.” Approaching you, he raises Jungkook's eyebrows, “Have you heard of The Seven Deadly Sins?” 

“As in Christian theology, ‘The Seven Deadly Sins’?” 

He’s quite impressed with how calm you are, considering that most people would make a run for it right about now. “Yeah and I’m ‘Greed’.” 

Your pupils dilate as your upper body begins to shiver, “Y-You’re what?” 

“I’m one of The Seven Deadly Sins.” He repeats himself. 

“You’re lying.” You scoff, “That is not possible.” You take several breaths between your words.

“I’m a demon.” He continues to explain to you how he’s standing in front of you right now. “And I had to possess a human to be standing here in front of you.” 

All you can do is laugh. None of this made sense. The Seven Deadly Sins are demons? Demons are real? Possession actually happens? 

You blink at an attempt to collect your thoughts. Exhaling deeply, you then ask him the one thing you could comprehend right now, "So you chose to possess BTS Jungkook?"

The demon shrugs, "He doesn't mind." He puts Jungkook's hands in the jacket pockets and leans against the back of the couch. "See? You do know me."

“Of course I know who BTS Jungkook is. I just don’t know him personally. But now that you tell me you’re a demon possessing him, I don’t know you at all.” 

“Just think of me as BTS Jungkook. Then this whole process will be much easier.” 

“What process?” Your voice slightly rises at the end of that question.

“The process of making you greedy beyond anyone’s control.” He smirks, hoping that you’d give in and let him ‘help’ you. 

It’s impossible to look at him since he’s wearing Jungkook’s face. “What if I didn’t mean what I wished for?” You fold your arms across your chest, frowning. 

“Humans never wish for something they don’t mean.” He shakes Jungkook's head. “That’s the psychology behind human beings. They desire for a reason. Sometimes, that desire can become so intense, that no matter how much they gain, they’re not satisfied and just keep wanting more. That excessive desire is greed, or me.” He takes Jungkook's hands out of the jacket pockets and extends Jungkook's arms out to each side about 30 degrees from the torso. 

“That doesn’t mean that my desire will turn into greed.” You try to make him leave because you didn’t need any help. 

“True.” He lets Jungkook's arms fall to their sides and turns around before pacing again. “Your desire could just remain pure desire. But here’s the thing.” He stops pacing to approach you again. “It’s very unlikely for your desire to remain just that.” 

“How do you know?” 

“Because that’s usually what happens.” He maintains eye contact with you, “Why do you think people gamble, embezzle money, commit tax evasion, form cults and recruit followers, or even murder?” He waits before answering his own question, “It’s all because of greed. That excessive desire for more money, status, power and control.” He bends down to be eye-level with you. Jungkook's voice is just above a whisper as one corner of Jungkook's lips curls into a smirk. 

“Well I guarantee you, my desire for more won’t turn into greed. So you can leave.” 

“Nope. Not how it works.” Standing up straight again, he looks down at you. “I can’t leave until I figure out what you want more of and corrupt you.” 

“Why me?” You exhale, resting your right arm on your waist. “I’m sure there are people greedier than me out there. People who actually know what they want more of.” 

“Mm.” He nods, “That may be true. But remember, I chose you. So I can’t leave until your greed gets out of control. Once it does, that means that I’ve done my job.” 

“What happens after you ‘corrupt me’?” You might as well play along with what the demon is telling you. 

He tilts Jungkook's head, “What happens after that is all you.” 

“What does that mean?” You frown, watching as he comes closer to you again. 

“My job is done when I’ve made you greedy to the point where you’re uncontrollable. How you handle that, or rather, whether you handle that or not, is all up to you.” 

“What kind of messed up bullshit is that?” 

“Hey, we demons only corrupt humans. Dealing with that corruption is what rehab, therapy and mental hospitals are for.” He raises Jungkook's eyebrows, hoping that he got his point across. 

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Fine. Just- Can you do something about your appearance? I’m uncomfortable talking to you and going through with this whole thing while you’re wearing Jeon Jungkook’s face.” 

“No can do, baby.” He’s standing right in front of you. Jungkook's voice purrs in that low, husky tone again, “I like this guy and his face. I also have a feeling that this whole process will work so much better if I remain in this body.” 

“Why is that?” You lean back slightly in reaction to Jungkook's face being a bit too close to yours.

“Because you can’t resist this guy’s handsome face. It’s perfect.” 

“How do you know that I can’t?” 

He smiles and reaches Jungkook's right hand up to your face to move a strand of hair in your face to the side, “Nobody can. He’s BTS Jungkook. That’s why I chose to possess him. To make everything easier.” 

“You’re lying.” You’re still skeptical about this whole ‘demons are real’ thing and that one is standing in front of you after possessing Jeon Jungkook. 

“After all I’ve told you? That’d be one hell of a lie.” He slightly inches Jungkook's face back from yours. “I told you. Just think of me as Jeon Jungkook. Then everything will be much easier.” 

He’s right. 

If you just believe the demon and let him do his thing, then he’d leave. After all, he didn’t need to know whether you are actually becoming greedy or not. He just needs to think you are. 

“Okay, whatever. Have it your way. Now can you leave so I get some sleep?” 

He nods while pursing Jungkook's lips, “I’ll see you bright and early Monday morning.” He gives you a wink before walking out of your apartment. 

Once you're left alone, you begin to doubt everything that just happened. Are you dreaming? You slap your face and judging from how you flinch, then feel your cheek begin to burn, you aren’t dreaming. 

This is real. Fuck. 

Monday, 7:30 AM 

You yawn and stretch your arms up while walking out to the kitchen to brew your morning cup of coffee. “Holy shit!” You jump after opening your eyes from yawning. “What are you doing here? How’d you get in?” 

Greed sits comfortably on your couch with both of Jungkook's arms extended out to the side and resting on top of the back cushions. “I told you I’d see you bright and early Monday morning. So here I am.” He pauses before answering your second question, “And the door was open.” 

“No, it wasn’t.” You shake your shake slowly and raise your eyebrows. You remember double checking to make sure the door was locked before going to bed last night. 

“Oh, then you need to get your door fixed.” He smiles just with Jungkook's mouth. 

Your eyes widen before you peer over at the front door to see that it was destroyed. The door knob was on the floor with several dents in the door, the large piece of metal now barely hanging onto the hinges attached to the doorframe. A loud gasp escapes your body and your attention is back on the demon lounging on your couch. “How could you-“ 

“I told you. I’m a demon.” Jungkook's eyes turn black as the demon tells you what he is again. 

Your eyebrows slightly rise and eyes widen again as you hear him tell you that. Meaning that this time, you believe him. “But that doesn’t mean that you can just break someone's door!” You stand a good distance away from him, fearing what would happen if you are closer now that you know what he’s capable of doing. 

“How else was I supposed to get in?” He shrugs, not really seeing the problem with destroying property. 

“Okay, that’s it.” You walk over to him and stand next to the couch, facing him. “If you’re going to corrupt me or whatever it is you came here to do, do it while acting like a human being.” 

“But I can’t because I’m not human.” He has Jungkook's head turned to the left, looking up at you. 

“You’re possessing a human being and to everyone out there, you’re Jeon Jungkook. So, you can’t go around destroying things or hurting people.” 

“What makes you think I hurt people?” Jungkook's eyes slightly smile, intrigued that you would think such a thing. 

“You said you’re a demon. Isn’t that what demons do?” 

He shakes Jungkook's head, dumbfounded, “That’s a stereotype. I mean, most demons do. But not me. That’s not what we vices do.” 

“But you destroy things.” You figure that you’re right about that, at least, seeing what he did to your door.

“I wouldn’t say that I destroyed your door…” 

You grit your teeth, “Then what do you call that?” You keep your eyes on him as you extend your right arm out to the side and point to your broken front door. 

Jungkook's eyebrows move up and down as he shrugs, “Let’s get down to business. Tell me what you want more of.” 

You let your arm fall back down to its side. “I don’t know.” 

He brings Jungkook's arms together and puts Jungkook's hands in the jacket pockets before standing up. “All’s fair. There’s nothing that you can’t want. I can make you want anything.” 

You raise your eyebrows and shake your head.

He sighs, "There's something you need to see." He approaches you and lays a hand on your shoulder. Within seconds, you're outside your apartment and standing in a sandbox on a playground. "Look over there." Jungkook's chin extends forward then back again which guides you to turn around and notice two little boys, who are both no more than six years old, fighting over their turn on the slide.

They're standing at the top of the slide, whining at each other. From what you can hear of their argument, the boy on the left, wearing a blue t-shirt, had just taken a turn on the slide but wants to go down again. The other boy, wearing a green shirt, whines back, saying that he hasn't had a turn yet. They whine back and forth a few more times before the boy wearing the green shirt finally gets his turn and goes down the slide with a smile.

The other boy is still at the top of the slide and he frowns, before following his friend and sliding down the sloped piece of plastic. Once he gets to the bottom, he pushes his friend down by the shoulders while yelling, "I told you that I wanted to go again!"

The boy in green then falls down and wails as his body hits the ground with a thud. He cries back, feeling that it is unfair. "You got to go on it twice! I just wanted a turn!"

"What are you trying to show me?" You turn back around to face the demon standing still, watching what just happened.

"Greed is everywhere." He continues to watch the two boys through Jungkook's eyes and continues talking, "Of course, this kind of greed is innocent because children have yet to understand the complexity of 'wanting'." The demon takes Jungkook's eyes off of the boys and meets your eyes, resting Jungkook's hand on your shoulder again to take you somewhere else next.

What you now see in front of you are slightly run-down exteriors of buildings and beat-up cars. Screams echo in the distance and you see injured people lying on the ground and small fires igniting all around you. Your pupils move side to side, scanning your surroundings. You begin to recognize where you are, though still ask in doubt of your guess. "Where are we?"

"Not 'where', 'when'." He informs you that you're standing just years from present time. "This is what will happen when everyone gets greedy. It's only a matter of time before the world ends."

"How are you so sure the world will end up like this?" Your voice slightly shakes.

"Because people are selfish and are becoming more and more selfish. Humans are naturally self-centered and only care about themselves and what they want. The more they care only about their own needs and desires, their natural desires grow into greed, and when everyone's greed grows out of control, all at the same time-" He pauses before watching a car explode behind you, which makes you jump at the sudden 'boom' it makes. "-eventually the world ends."

A tear rolls down your left cheek as you watch the destruction continue in front of you. It was heartbreaking to watch and you couldn't bear it any longer.

The demon notices your reaction to the whole scene. "It can't be helped. Desire is just a part of human nature. Just as arrogance, anger, jealously, laziness, and cravings for food and sex are. Those are just surface-level aspects of what makes people human-beings. But those aspects can get become uncontrollable and turn into 'me' and the rest of us." He exhales, placing Jungkook's hand on your shoulder for the third time, "You have more to see."

This time, you're standing in the middle of a hotel casino. Some people are sitting at slot machines and the sounds of several machines overlap in your ears. There are also tens of groups of people sitting at tables playing various card games and betting stacks and stacks of paper currency.

"Why did you bring me here?" You groan, looking up at the demon. Though it's impossible to look at him for more than five seconds at a time, especially when he's still wearing Jeon Jungkook's face.

"I figured that you're familiar with this form of greed. Everyone is."

"What's your point?" You grow impatient.

"This is the beginning of human corruption. Every human being wants money, because it can buy anything and everything that they want. With an infinite amount of money comes an unlimited amount of material goods, status and power." He looks around with you. People are either cheering because they won more money than they know what to do with or have their hands on the backs of their heads because they lost more money than they came in with. "Money is what drives human success, because they can fulfill their dreams and goals without obstacles. But it can also destroy their level of self-control, and sometimes, bite them in the ass."

"So what exactly do you want from me?" You begin to feel angry, getting the impression that he's just doing this for kicks.

"I want you to think long and hard about what exactly it is you want. That you shouldn't just say anything to make me go away." He stares into your eyes, trying to read what your deepest desire is. But for some reason, he couldn't.

He lays a hand on your shoulder for the last time and now you're back in your living room.

"If you're trying to prove that your job is to make people greedy to the point where they go insane, you've made your point." All three examples he used to explain to you what 'greed' is, all teach you the same lesson. That he's responsible for the human destruction and corruption in the world.

Jungkook's head shakes, "I'm just showing you how greed can affect humans in different ways, depending on how they handle it."

"Then I won't end up like you think I will. Because I will handle my own desires in my own way and control them." You reassure him again that there is no reason for him to be here.

"You sure about that?" Jungkook's voice purrs as he looks down at you with a smirk.

You roll your eyes and sigh, walking towards your front door that has somehow still not fallen down completely yet.

"Where are you going?" He calls from behind you while watching you put on your sneakers.

"To the bank." You answer him while you're down on your left knee, tying the laces of your right sneaker.

He smiles, seeing that this could be an opportunity to corrupt you. "Because you want more money?"

You stand up after you finish tying your shoelaces and turn around to face him, who is now standing rather close to you. You grab your wallet and house keys that are in the bowl on top of the small shoe cabinet leaning against the wall. "No, because I need more money. There's a difference." You give him a straight smile before turning back around and proceeding to squeeze your body through the doggy-door sized hole between your crooked door and its frame.

You straighten your body after folding it in half to fit through the hole and hear the demon groan behind you as he follows and tries to fit through the hole. You laugh, enjoying watching a supernatural being act like he's human. "So you can destroy things and travel through time, but you can't teleport?"

He exhales in relief after managing to fit Jungkook's body through the hole and stands up straight next to you. "Sweetheart-" He groans again, exhaling softly, "-that is way above my pay grade."

You laugh, deciding to tease him just a bit more, "Demons get paid? By who? Satan?" You walk ahead of him, toward the end of the hallway.

Greed forces a laugh, "Cute." He follows behind you with Jungkook's hands in the leather jacket pockets, "You know there's a very fine line between 'wanting' and 'needing'. 'Needing' turns into 'wanting' and vice versa." He catches up to you, matching your pace.

"In my case, it doesn't." You shut down the assumption of you wanting more money. It only takes you five minutes to get to your local bank. You open the door to the walk-up ATM inside the bank and realize that he's standing right behind you, practically invading your personal space. "What are you doing?" You stand outside the door with your hand holding the handle.

"Why aren't you going inside?" He's completely clueless.

"You know you can't follow me inside, right?" You speak while looking through the glass door at the ATM machine on the other side.

"Why not?"

You roll your eyes, "Do whatever you want. Just- step back for a second." Once he steps back at your instruction, you exhale before pulling the door handle towards your chest and opening the door. You walk straight inside toward the ATM and begin withdrawing money. After following the on-screen instructions, the machine makes a continuous rolling sound as it sorts through the paper bills inside itself and the desired amount dispenses out of the slot in the chosen note denominations.

"Are you sure you don't want more?" He stands behind you and bends down, whispering that tempting question into your right ear in a distorted voice.

Even your well-grounded, stubborn self can't resist the demon's temptation. Jungkook's voice puts you in a trance, involuntarily making you start a new transaction to withdraw more money to further decrease your total account balance. The ATM machine makes the rolling sound again and dispenses another small pile of money through the slot.

Greed smiles, satisfied that you finally succumbed and are now one step closer to corruption. "That's it! That's it, now more." He watches as you withdraw money for the third time and the cycle repeats. "More!" Jungkook's voice gets louder as he keeps smiling.

It's just after he shouts the second "more" that you wake up from your trance. You blink, staring at the large stack of money in your right hand. Letting out a gasp, you turn your head to the right to notice that Jungkook's face is relaxed and rather disappointed. "Wh- What did you just do to me?"

The demon pouts, smacking Jungkook's lips together. "Mm, that's too bad. This whole thing could've just ended here." He backs away from your face, standing up straight ahead behind you. "If it's not money that you want, then what it is?"

"Wait a minute." You turn around to face him, sliding the tip of your tongue along the inside of your bottom teeth with your mouth closed. "That trance I just went into right after you asked if I wanted more, that happens when I want more of something?" Your eyes slightly smile, hoping that you successfully picked up on what will happen to you.

He shakes Jungkook's head, closing Jungkook's eyes then opening them back again. "I just tried something." He pauses and watches as your eyes relax. They look back at him with slight disappoint as he continues, "Honey, if it were that easy, I would've just done that from the beginning. Sadly, it isn't." He looks down at Jeon Jungkook's body and exhales, "Given that I'm inside a human being's body."

"Then what does happen when I begin to become greedy?" You're still holding the wad of cash in your right hand as you fold your arms across your chest.

"I don't know. That depends on the person. It's up to you find out." He walks out the door and back onto the sidewalk.

You exhale and uncross your arms to stuff the cash into your sweatshirt pocket. "How are you going to figure out what I want more of, when I don't even know?" You trail behind him as he walks ahead of you.

"That's why-" Jungkook's body suddenly stops at the curb to let a car pass before crossing to the next block. "-I need to know more about you."

You had stopped in your tracks when he did, though you now catch up to him. "Why'd you stop just there?" You furrow your eyebrows as you wait for an answer.

"I can't bruise this fine packaging, can I?" The demon continues walking alongside you.

"Who knew demons cared about the people they possess?" You scoff, amused that a demon would care about such a thing.

"We don't." Greed squints, "But the whole world seems to care about this guy for some reason. So, God forbid I leave a scratch on Jeon Jungkook-" He doesn't bother finishing that sentence and just shakes Jungkook's head. Jungkook's body suddenly stops again, this time in the middle of the sidewalk and his body turns around, "Now, tell me about your life and what made you wish for more."

You exhale under your breath, startled by the demon's sudden halt and demand to know more about you. "Is that really necessary? You're a demon, aren't you? Can't you just read my mind?"

He sighs, disappointed in your lack of knowledge of the supernatural. "Again, way above my pay grade." He tilts Jungkook's head, eyes beginning to smile, "But should you really be saying that I'm a demon out loud? We are in public." He smirks, choosing to act cheeky. "You said yourself that to everyone out here, I'm Jeon Jungkook. So, you can't just call me a demon. People will hear you."

"Fine, I believe you now. So do you want me to call you 'Jungkook'?" Your eyebrows move up and down, finally giving in and acknowledging that demons are real.

"You should've done that from the beginning." He pulls on the bottom hem of the leather jacket with Jungkook's hands to straighten it out.

"Jung-" You try to call him but exhale before saying the second syllable. "I'm sorry, but I just can't do it. You look exactly like him, but I know you're not him." You pause before tilting your head, suddenly realizing that the real Jeon Jungkook is technically, in this sense, "gone". "Where is he anyway?"

"Who?" The demon raises Jungkook's eyebrows, as if he doesn't know who you're talking about. "Oh." He taps the left side of Jungkook's head using his left index finger. "He's trapped in here. He's gonna need a lot of therapy by the time I'm done with this job, or rather chore."

You scoff, "So, now this is a chore?"

"Yeah, because I'm forced to do this."

You furrow your eyebrows and stare at the demon wearing Jungkook's face, "I thought you chose me. So you weren't forced to do anything."

"Whatever. Damn it, this guy is too valuable. If I had just possessed some random, poor bastard, I could do whatever the hell I wanted and I wouldn't matter." Greed squints again, using Jungkook's right leg to kick up in frustration.

"Then why don't you just do whatever you want in that body?" You laugh, now beginning to find this whole "possession" thing amusing. It now clicks that as long as the demon's inside Jeon Jungkook's, he'd have to watch how he behaves.

"Have you not been paying any attention?" He twitches Jungkook's upper lip upward to expose Jungkook's teeth that grit. "I just said that I'm restricted in what I can do to you because of this guy's reputation."

You smile, "Oh, I know. I just like seeing you get annoyed."

"This is funny to you?"

You raise your left hand with your left thumb and index finger brought close together, almost touching. "Just a bit." The demon groans in Jungkook's voice as you stand next to him and continue laughing. You then feel the wad of cash in your sweatshirt pocket, "What am I going to do with all of this money?"

Greed calms down and Jungkook's mouth smiles, "Let's go." Jungkook's hand grabs yours and the demon drags you down two more blocks before walking into a retail clothing store.

"Hi." You smile at the salespeople in the store, who are astonished by the presence of Jeon Jungkook, or who they think is Jungkook.

There's actually a demon possessing him. The shell is only Jeon Jungkook. You internalize that thought, figuring that no one here would even believe you if you told them that.

The demon uses Jungkook's body to greet the employees in the store, who react in awe and are giddy beyond words.

One of the three employees then walks up to you both eagerly, not taking their eyes off of Jungkook. "How can I help you?" Their question is obviously directed toward him.

"I'm good. She's the one that needs help." Greed diverts the employee's attention to you, having a good feeling that he'd succeed this time.

"What?" You whisper and jerk your head at him, then at the employee. You let out an awkward laugh before walking with the employee further into the store.

The demon follows behind you, feeling very confident that what you want more of are material goods. "Isn't that one nice?" He stands behind you, bending down. Jungkook's voice is distorted again, which is the start of the demon's second attempt.

"It is." You think for a second, before hyperfixating on one piece of clothing on the rack. It just so happened to be the most expensive piece of clothing on that wall. "How much is this?" You hold up the dress while asking the employee next to you. Once you hear the price of the dress, you wake up from whatever it is you just experienced, like a record scratch in movies. "Nevermind," you let out another awkward laugh before hanging the dress back on the rack. "I'll come back another time." You smile at all of the employees in the store and drag Greed out of the store by Jungkook's right arm. You two now stand outside the store, on the sidewalk. You fold your arms your chest. "Why did you do that again?"

"I'm just doing what I need to." Jungkook's head slightly jerks to the side as the demon continues, "So that's what happens when you begin to come greedy."

"What does?" You frown, not fond of how you're being manipulated.

"You hyperfixate on what you want. That makes this a little bit easier now." Jungkook's head nods as the demon has finally cracked you. "Now we just have to figure out what 'that' is."

Friday, 10:00 PM

He hadn't shown up for almost a week, which is oddly unsettling. Not that you wanted him to show up because after all, he's a nuisance. It did make you nervous though. Is just going to corrupt you without you realizing? You let your mind wander as you open the door to your apartment that you had gotten replaced this morning. You had to pay for it obviously, which is where you spent all that money that you withdrew from the bank a few days ago.

Once you unlock the door with your keys and walk in, you jump again at Greed's sudden appearance. He rummages through the baskets on the shelves of your TV stand. The couch cushions aren't where they should be and most of your things are scattered on the floor all over the living room. He turned this place into a mess. But wait? How did he get in this time?

"Oh, you're back." He stops what he's doing and straightens Jungkook's body, acknowledging your presence.

You warily drag our feet further into the apartment, as if it's someone else and not yours. You scan the mess around him, "How did you get in? The door was locked and was replaced this morning"

He takes a lockpick kit out of Jungkook's leather jacket pocket and shows it to you, "Believe it or not, this is why I'm now here. You humans make even picking a lock complicated. I spent days learning how to use this."

You scoff and shake your head, "Why the hell did you turn my apartment upside down?"

"I was trying to learn more about you since you refused to tell me."

"And?" You exhale deeply, "What did you find out?"

"That-" He uses Jungkook's hand to pick up a vinyl record from the top of the TV stand. "-your life is very boring. It makes sense that you'd want more."

"Is that so? In what way?"

"Well, for starters, you clearly don't have a boyfriend. You're a virgin, right?"

You scoff, "Wh-What does that matter?"

"Because-" The demon looks at you seductively through Jungkook's eyes. He uses Jungkook's arms to take off the leather jacket on his body. "I figured we could start there and see where it goes." The jacket gets tossed onto the couch and next the t-shirt comes off as Jungkook's body keeps coming closer to you. Now you're staring at Jungkook's bare chest. Greed moves the right corner of Jungkook's lip up, "Like what you see?"

You blink, not knowing what to say. You are honestly hoping that the real Jungkook takes control of his own body again and puts his clothes back on. But of course, that doesn't happen. You finally get a grip and turn him down, "I'm not sleeping with you."

"Why not?" Jungkook's voice purrs and his eyes continue to look at you provacatively. "I'm sure that's one of the things you want."

You continue backing away from him but he just continues to walk closer to you. Your back then hits the wall, not letting you go any further. The demon catches up to you and stretches Jungkook's right arm out so that his palm rests against the wall that your back is leaning on. He uses Jungkook's left hand to caress your face. You keep your eyes on Jungkook's face, trying to resist the temptation to look below his neck at his chest. What Greed is doing right is clearly working as your pupils dilated not just five minutes when you saw Jungkook's bare skin in person for the first time. He's taking advantage of your reaction right now, setting the stage for corruption.

"You know, if you give in to this tempation right here and now, my job would be done and I wouldn't bother you again." Greed leans Jungkook's face closer and whispers. He scans your face with Jungkook's eyes as you feel Jungkook's thumb softly rubbing your cheek. The hand caresssing the left side of your face slowly slides your down the left side of your neck and stops at your collarbone.

You inhale softly, maintaining eye contact with the demon inside Jungkook's body. The eye contact breaks when you close your eyes and tilt your head down. You exhale sharply, opening your eyes again and staring at your feet. "No, I shouldn't." You whisper keeping your head down. As much as you wanted him to go away, you know that this isn't right.

"So much for my tutor session with 'Lust'." He lets Jungkook's arm fall back down to its side and backs away from you.

"You got tutored by 'Lust'?" You raise your eyebrows while watching the demon walk back to toward the couch to put the t-shirt back on Jungkook's body.

"Yeah. But that was clearly for nothing." He faces you again, fully clothed now. "And it wasn't for free either. I had to find a human waist-deep in sexual desire in exchange for a lesson on seduction."

"So you took 'Seduction 101' just to get me to cave?" You snort and lick your lips. "I thought all seven of you already know how to tempt humans."

"We do. It's just-" He tries to find the right word for what he's about to say, but just settles with one that best describes it, "-the specialty, to put it, that's different. That is, after all, how the differents aspects of human nature get twisted and turn into the seven of us." He reaches for the leather jacket. "Anyway, that's it for today."

"What?" You walk up to him, "You're leaving just like that?" You didn't expect him to give up this easily.

"Yeah. I just wanted to put what I learned to the test. And since, I clearly failed, I need to find out what else you could want more of." One of Jungkook's eyes blink as the demon gives you a wink. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be back soon." And with that, he walks out your front door.

You stand still in the mess of your living room, sudden feeling something that is really, strange.

One Week Later, Thursday

"I can't believe you got promoted already." Your colleague is in awe of your impressive work performance.

You shake your head, "I just got lucky. My boss had to take a sudden leave of absence and they needed someone to fill the position. I was just there." You don't let this promotion give you a big head. You try to stay as humble as possible.

"Still, you're already in a managerial position whereas I'm stuck as an assistant." Your colleague pouts, slightly jealous.

You just smile before parting ways with your colleague. "I'll see you tomorrow!" You wave and continue walking straight to make your way home.

That's when a familiar voice sounds from your left, making you jump. "It must be status and power then."

You turn your head to spot the demon standing there with Jungkook's hands in both pants pockets, like he had just come out of nowhere.

"Where did you come from?" Your voice rises slightly and your eyes widen, startled out by his third sudden appearance.

"From behind the bushes." Greed shrugs. "Anyway, if you don't want more money, more material goods, or even sex. Then it must be more power and status that you want." He takes another guess, really curious about what you want more of.

"Nope." You calm down and continue walking home.

He follows you, walking next to you on your left. "Don't you want status like this guy?" He raises Jungkook's eyebrows, trying to tempt you again.

"Wait, so Jungkook got to where he is now because of you?" You suggest.

Greed moves Jungkook's head left and right to deny your suggestion, "I'm just giving you an example. Jungkook got to where he is now all thanks to his own patience, efforts and ambitions."

You chuckle, finding it hard to believe that a demon is making an exception, "Why does he get a pass?"

"Because I like the guy." He continues to walk alongside you, matching your pace. "And his face is doing me some good. Because I chose to possess him, you're not pushing me away, no matter how annoying you think I am." He seems to enjoy that privilege. "So, what do you say, is more power and status what you want?"

"Not even close." You keep your eyes focus on what's straight ahead of you. "Better luck next time."

He groans in defeat, with Jungkook's finger now pointing at you, "This is not over. I will find out what it is. Just wait and see." He stomps off in the direction you both came in, no longer next to you.

You shake your head at just how persistent he is. How can a demon control their anger that well? It was actually amazing.

Two Days After That, Saturday, 12:00 AM

This time, you called him. Because you have finally figured out what you want more of.

Greed stands a few feet apart from you in the parking lot. You and him are standing next to a river, facing each other but not saying a word. He slides Jungkook's hands into the pockets of that same leather jacket while staring at you.

"I finally know what I want more of!" You holler to him over the wind.

Jungkook's body walks closer to you as his eyes squint, "What? What did you say?" Greed hollers back, closing the distance between you two.

You watch as he comes closer, lowering your voice to a normal volume. "I know what I want more of now."

He curls the ends of Jungkook's lips into a smile. He lets out a sigh of relief, "Finally, now tell me so that I can finish my job."

"You said all's fair, right? That there's nothing I can't want more of, right?" You recall what he told you in the beginning. You watch him nod Jungkook's head, telling you that you're correct. "You."

The demon furrows Jungkook's eyebrows in confusion, "You want more of Jungkook?"

You shake your head, repeating yourself. "No, you. I want more of you, Greed."

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series masterlist: in the frame ✮⋆˙

synopsis: your skills as a videographer gets put to the test when your friend, who happens to be in the same profession, falls victim to double-booking. problem is, you only specialized in weddings, not adult films. despite your initial reluctance, you take the job. cue the lights … you meet jeon jungkook, a pornstar, on set — in his world. you just never expected him to play a part in yours.

pairing: pornstar!jungkook x wedding videographer!fem reader

wc: 74.8k

genre: s2l, pornstar au, smut, angst, fluff

cw: slice of life, miscommunication, inaccurate adult filming industry discourse/depiction, situationship, sexual exploration, tension, yearning, virgin oc, 18+ ONLY, specific smut warnings in each part.

STATUS: COMPLETED ✓⃝

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─── NSFW ALPHABET! ﹐✶ JEON JUNGKOOK

features ♰ smut, multiple different positions, oral, talk of sex toys, masturbation, talk of hair, multiple kinks mentioned, smutty smutty smutty!!

ꕤ let’s bring back the classic nsfw alphabet shall we!! i rarely see these nowadays… thank you to the person who posted this template 🙏🏻.

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A = Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

Jungkook is incredibly attentive and soft afterward. He’ll pull you close, kiss your forehead, and ask if you’re okay. Expect him to get water, clean you up gently, maybe run a warm bath, and cuddle while playing with your hair. He loves the intimate, quiet moments just as much as the heat.

B = Body part (his favorite body part and also his favorite of yours)

On himself: His arms/hands— he knows how strong and defined they are from working out and loves using them to pin or lift you.

On you: Your thighs and ass. He’s obsessed with grabbing, kissing, and burying his face between them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He loves marking you— coming on your stomach, chest, or thighs. He has a bit of a breeding kink too and gets turned on by the idea of filling you up and watching it drip out. Clean-up usually involves his tongue.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory)

He secretly gets off on the risk of getting caught (especially during tours). He also has a thing for recording voice memos of you moaning to listen to later when he’s alone.

E = Experience (how experienced is he ? does he know what he’s doing?)

Not super experienced at the start, but extremely eager to learn. Once he figures out what you like, he becomes a quick study and very skilled. He’s a natural pleaser who pays close attention to your reactions.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style or missionary with your legs over his shoulders. He loves the eye contact in missionary but also the deep angle and view in doggy. Prone bone is a close favorite too.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? or is he humorous? etc.)

He can be both. He’ll tease and laugh during foreplay or when something awkward happens, but once things get intense he turns focused and a little possessive.

H = Hair (how well groomed is he? etc.)

Neatly trimmed— he keeps it clean and managed but not completely bare. He likes the natural look but stays groomed for comfort and aesthetics.

I = Intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate. He makes a lot of eye contact, whispers praises (“so good for me,” “you’re mine”), and kisses you deeply throughout. Sex with him often feels like making love even when it’s rough.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

Frequently, especially when on tour. He likes long showers where he can take his time, often thinking of you or watching videos you sent him. He edges himself sometimes for better stamina later.

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)

Light bondage (tying you up or being tied), praise kink (giving and receiving), slight choking/breath play, mirror sex, and overstimulation. He also loves thigh riding.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom (especially with the big mirror), the shower, the studio after hours, and the back of his car. Anywhere semi-private where he can take his time.

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

Your voice (especially moaning his name), when you wear his clothes, seeing you dance or work out, and subtle teasing throughout the day. He gets worked up easily from physical touch too.

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that involves heavy pain, degradation that feels genuinely mean, or sharing you with others. He’s possessive and wants it to feel good and safe for both.

O = Oral (his preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s enthusiastic about giving, he could stay between your thighs for hours, using his tongue to his advantage. Receiving makes him vocal and a bit shy at first but he loves watching you.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Versatile. He can go slow and deep, savoring every second, or fast and rough when he’s pent up. Usually starts sensual and builds to intense.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He enjoys them when time is short (dressing room, quick break at the studio), but he prefers longer sessions where he can take care of you properly. Still, he’s down whenever you want.

R = Risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)

Pretty open to trying new things as long as you’re comfortable. He likes a bit of adrenaline (semi-public risk) but always puts your safety first.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

High stamina thanks to his athletic build. He can go multiple rounds (3-5 easily) and lasts a long time, especially if he’s already come once.

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them?)

He owns a few, vibrators for you, maybe a cock ring. Loves using them on you to overstimulate you while he watches. Open to more if you suggest.

U = Unfair (how much he likes to tease)

Big tease. He’ll edge you with his fingers or tongue, make you beg, and smirk while doing it. Loves when you get needy for him.

V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds he makes, etc.)

Jungkook is very vocal, lots of deep moans, groans, and heavy breathing. He’ll whimper when you’re sucking him off or riding him, and he loves dirty talk in a low, husky voice.

W = Wild card (random)

He has a secret playlist of songs that he uses as “mood music” and sometimes gets turned on just from certain choreographies because they remind him of how your body moves.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick, long, and slightly curved upward. Very pretty and veiny, with a sensitive head. He keeps everything trimmed and clean.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Very high, especially in his early 20s. He could go every day if your schedule allows and still want more.

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

Pretty quick once the aftercare cuddles start. Jungkook gets sleepy and clingy, holding you tight as he drifts off with a satisfied little smile.

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《 ONE NIGHT CONTRACT 》 BTS

𓊆 ❤︎ 𓊇 ──── seven powerful businessmen have the luxury, the influence and anything they could ever desire — yet none of it makes them feel alive anymore. that is, until they become captivated by a waitress who awakens something inside them for the first time in years. drawn in by your presence, they offer you one night of passion and pleasure in exchange for money, never expecting it to end in such an unforgettable way.

PAIRING ✦ dom!bts x sub!f.reader

GENRE ✦ gangbang au, BDSM, polyamory, eightsome, porn with little plot, smut, fluff

WARNINGS ✦ 18+, explicit smut, rough sex, eightsome, multiple orgasms and positions, creampie, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), free use, mentions of safe word (not used), semi public sex, they're all obsessed and possessive over her, drinking and smoking, flirting, they protect her, sexual fantasies and interest, so much tension, makeouts, hickies and marking, scratching and hair pulling, mentions of blood, they literally have the sweetest yet dirty relationship development, kinda semi public sex, thigh riding, groping, power play, size kink, heavy body worship, stripping, praise kink and dirty talk, switch but mainly submissive!reader, slowburn sex cos they take their sweet time with her, they call her her with such endearing nicknames, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play and nipple play, so much nipple stimulation, belly button stimulation, teasing over panties, clit rubbing, panty sniffing, finger sucking, they tease her so much, clothed sex, cunnilingus by multiple men, pussy eating, face riding, clit sucking, pussy inspection, she's always being touched in every way possible, so much hypersensitivty and arousal, edging, cum eating, finger fucking, scissoring and g-spot and cervix stimulation, fisting and penetration from several fingers, anal fingering, rimming, use of lube, yoongi saves the best for last so he claims her ass first, anal training, cum denial, begging, they make her squirt while giving her oral, oral sex (m. receiving), kneeling circle blowjob to all seven men in rotation, deepthroating, throat fucking, gagging and saliva play, she switches between them, ball sucking cos our man jin loves it, use of belt as a collar, cock slapping on face/tongue, sloppy messy blowjob, crying, overstimulation, simultaneous handjobs, sensory overload, they masturbate onto her body, cum facials and cum play, cleaning cocks with mouth post cum, they constantly check in on her, yoongi fucks her in reverse cowgirl, choking, mirror sex while doing it doggy with hoseok, manhandling, spanking, mid air suspended position by jungkook, deep pounding, cowgirl position, she rides seokjin while yoongi sucks her clit, bondage with the use of silk ties, missionary by taehyung and jimin, degradation, they cat call her, cum inflation and frothing, nasty sex, so much bodily fluids, double penetration, namjoon takes her ass while jimin takes her pussy, tit fucking and handjobs together, they pass her around and uses her (consensual), double vaginal penetration done by yoongi and jimin, triple penetration, belly bulging, all holes used repeatedly and creampied, slight details of several more positions and orgasms, they compete against who can make her cum the hardest, sex throughout the night, she kinda ends up losing her consciousness, they all take care of her together, sweetest loving aftercare

WC ✦ 28k

NOTE ✦ it's finally posted! i'm so sorry for the delay but i hope y'all enjoy this oneshot, this is also my biggest oneshot so far and definitely my smuttiest one yet so i hope it leaves your panties wet and your thighs trembling a little hehe, i've put a lot of time and effort into this story cos it's also my first time writing an ot7 smut, i hope it's worth your time and lives up to your expectations, if it isn't perfect, i apologize since this was my first attempt writing a fic involving so many characters at once, i'll keep practicing and working hard to make even better ot7 fics in the future, as always i'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback in any form, it means the world to me and always motivate me to keep writing, i love you sweethearts, happy reading !! <3

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“another win today.” namjoon says, leaning back against the couch with a sigh.

jeon jungkook, kim taehyung, park jimin, kim namjoon, kim seokjin, jung hoseok and min yoongi, seven powerful businessmen had spent the whole day in boardrooms acting like actual hunters in sealing the deal that left everyone else speechless. exhausted and filled with the adrenaline of victory, they'd all collectively decided to head straight to one of the city's most exclusive clubs. they didn’t wanna face the quietness and loneliness of going back to their house, where everything seemed too consuming but coming here wasn’t any better.

they had everything one could only ever dream of, endless money, private jets, yachts and influence over the highest ranks yet the men today felt a certain hollowness in their chest. a void that no amount of luxury could fill, it was mocking because they were supposed to celebrate winning billions today.

they were all seated in the vip section that had been prepared for them before they even arrived, their status was known too well by everyone.

jungkook the youngest yet fiercest among them, who is used to getting what he wants slumped back against the cushions, his black suit jacket unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose around his neck, revealing the tattoos that traveled up his arm to the side of his chest. taehyung was beside him as he accepted a glass from the waitress, his own tie loosened as well. jimin fiddled with his cufflinks before tossing them aside while namjoon, who was often like the leader when it came to their business, crossed one leg over the other.

seokjin the eldest ran a hand through his hair, loosening his tie completely to be able to breathe properly. hoseok beside him, probably the least grumpy and bubbliest in the group, leaned forward with elbows on his knees but he also tends to be intimidating at times when necessary. yoongi the quietest and most intimidating was right beside him, lighting a cigarette with a flick of his lighter. he was the most feared and intimidating one among all of them, those sharp eyes alone sent shivers down people's spines.

“it feels empty..” hoseok broke the initial silence as he exhaled smoke from his own cigarette. the vip rooms glass walls allowed a view of what was going on outside but inside it felt too isolated.

“billions more in the bank—we should be celebrating shouldn’t we?”

but even as he spoke, his eyes drifted to the ashtray, his usual vibrant energy dimmed by that same hollow feeling they all shared. they were tired of the constant days of work and the same routine that nothing seemed to spark that feeling of being alive anymore.

“yeah.” jungkook replied with a frustrated tone as he stared into the distance, lost in thoughts of the day that should have left him exhilarated but instead left him numb.

“fuck… it feels like i'm losing myself amidst so much work.”

taehyung nodded slowly, swirling the alcohol in his glass before taking a sip, his gaze distant as he took off his suit jacket throwing it over the armrest.

“i feel it too… there's no excitement anymore, no one to share it with that truly gets it.”

it felt like they'd climbed every mountain to reach the top and they finally had but now the view is just empty sky. the conversation went on between them comfortably until jimin chimed in too.

“i caught myself standing by the office window earlier.” he mutters.

“i was thinking about how we used to make such a big deal of every win. now we’re making billions and i barely feel anything.”

he lets out a dry laugh.

“that's messed up isn’t it?”

namjoon ever the philosophical one, nodded.

“i get it, we spent years working for it convinced it'd make us happy then we get here and.. life just keeps going.”

“exactly.” seokjin added.

“i brought the latest new car last week, the one everyone won't shut up about.”

“and?” hoseok asked making jin snort.

“and nothing, it was cool for ten minutes then it was just another car you'd brought.”

a few chuckles spread around the table. yoongi remained quiet but his rare interjection cut through, taking a drag from his cigarette before speaking.

“every day feels the same lately.”

the others looked up at him.

“wake up, work, make money, go home, repeat.”

“and the worst part?” taehyung says quietly.

“we should be happy..”

“but we’re not.” jimin finished.

silence settled as they sat there with just their thoughts. a stripper began her usual routine just outside their enclosure, her body moving in a seductive dance catching the attention of every single man present there but not one of the seven men so much as glanced her way, their eyes remained unfocused staring into space, occasionally sipping their drinks or puffing smoke out. all their thoughts were interconnected in some way.

jungkook traced the rim of his glass absentmindedly while taehyung's brow lifted when yoongi spoke up again.

“we're sitting here acting like a bunch of depressed old men.”

that earned a few genuine laughs.

“maybe we are old men.” seokjin admits.

“speak for yourself.”

the laughter faded but the mood felt lighter for a moment even though the silence returned because it wasn’t awkward just familiar.

in the main area outside the exclusive section, you walked around balancing a heavy tray full of cocktails and liquors. you'd worked this job for far too long, your sweet smile remained fixed on your lips as always but that never quite reached your exhausted eyes. the uniform you wore was the standard for the club and what all the waitresses here must wear, a tiny shirt and a black blouse with a neckline plunging enough to reveal your cleavage but not overly vulgar. it was tiny and tight leaving little to the imagination and you'd grown used to the wandering eyes and glances of drunk men while working. your feet ached in those heels today and the constant barrage of customers earlier had left you drained but you still pushed forward with determination.

just a few more hours before you can go home and relax and get out of this hellhole.

as you continued serving in the main area moving between tables, you hadn't even glanced toward the vip section yet, focused entirely on the section you were serving placing drinks in front of some loud men nearby but you didn’t know that taehyung's eyes had lifted suddenly, scanning the crowd out of habit before locking onto you. for whatever reason, you caught his attention immediately and completely.

there was something about the way you carried yourself, even from where he sat he could see the tiredness etched deeply in your eyes, the way when you thought no one was watching you let your posture slump. he couldn’t help but notice the subtle bounce of your breasts with each step and the way your hair was styled but slightly messy from the busy night. it wasn’t just the physical allure even though you were one of the sexiest women he had laid eyes on, it was also the authenticity, the way there was something real in you. it was like a cherry on top, making you look even more attractive in his eyes even though he hadn't interacted with you and it made his heart race. unexpectedly.

intrigued taehyung straightened, genuine interest flickering in his usually bored gaze as he leaned toward the others.

“hey all of you, look over there, the waitress serving the main floor.”

the group shifted their attention subtly, eyes following his direction. jungkook raised an eyebrow crushing out his cigarette as he took in the sight of you balancing another tray.

“damn… there's something about her.” jungkook observes.

jimin tilted his head, a small smirk forming as he observed you.

“i know right?”

he was clearly intrigued as namjoon nodded thoughtfully, eyes assessing you even from afar. it reminds them of something genuine almost, she doesn’t even know they're watching and it makes them want to learn more about you. why do you stand out so much? and why even though they haven’t interacted with you, are you already making the night feel less lonely?

jin chuckled as yoongi finally speaks up, his tongue coming down to lick at his bottom lip collecting a stray drop of alcohol.

“she caught my eye too.” he confesses.

they go quiet for a bit just watching you, feeling that unexplainable pull that took away the heaviness from their chest for a fleeting moment. taehyung grinned, eyes still tracking your movements.

“told you she's something else. makes you wanna know more doesn’t it?”

everything else was put aside, now all their fascination is on you as you continue to work completely unaware.

you leaned over a corner table to set a drink in front of a middle aged man with a sweaty face and bloodshot eyes clearly several drinks past his limit. you were about to turn around to leave but that’s when a meaty hand clamped down hard around your wrist. it happened so suddenly that you jumped, turning around to look at him with wide eyes.

“hey there sweetheart.” he slurred, his breath reeking of whiskey and something stale that made your nose wrinkle. his other hand hovered dangerously near your waist.

“what's a pretty thing like you doing serving drinks when you could be sitting on my lap instead? bet you'd look even better with that skirt hiked up. i could show you a real good time.”

you were used to this. it had happened several times before in this club filled with entitled men who mistook your politeness for availability, thinking that they had free rein to touch you or grope you whenever but bills didn’t care about your comfort or the dread you felt, they demanded payment and this job as risky as it was, was what kept the roof on top of your head and food on the table.

some backed off easily when you threatened to call the manager, a kind hearted woman who had always had your back and also all the other girls who worked alongside you, knowing the difficulty of handling men and got security involved without hesitation. others, the way too gone ones or insistent ones, required her intervention and you'd be so grateful each time the guards kicked them out. still the constant risk gnawed at you. you wondered sometimes what if your manager wasn’t nearby, if things escalated too far before help arrived, you could never protect yourself from these men. you weren’t strong enough.

these days you hated the job more than ever but what choice did you have? it was the curse of never having enough money.

you tried to pull your hand away gently at first, twisting your wrist in his grasp while maintaining that professional smile though it felt strained because of the disgust you felt just from his touch.

“sir please let go, i need to get back to work.” you said evenly even as fear started rising in you. his grip was tightening painfully.

“if you don’t, i'll have to call the manager right now. this isn’t okay.”

but he didn’t listen, leaning closer with his lecherous grin.

“aw come on, don’t be like that baby.”

his crude words continued making your stomach churn as you looked around hastily, no other staff was close enough to notice anything and the music drowned the majority of the noises as genuine fear gripped you, now realizing how trapped you were against the wall and the table’s edge.

from the section overlooking the main floor, all seven of them watched the scene unfold with growing anger but before any of them could react, jungkook's eyes narrowed, his tattooed hand clenching around his glass as he watched the man disrespect you. he didn’t think twice and stood up walking straight up to the table. his hand shot forward from behind the drunk man, yanking his grip away from your wrist with such force that the man stumbled back.

you gasped sharply at the sudden interruption, looking up at the handsome stranger who just became your savior. he radiated such power and fury. the man immediately recoiled as he took in jungkook's tall frame and the glare he had.

“w-what the hell man? this isn't your business.” he sputtered, trying to puff up but clearly intimidated.

“it is now, touch her again and you'll regret it. get your hands off her and fuck off before i make you.”

the man tried to protest, his hand reaching towards you once more and that’s when jungkook's control fully snapped. you watched, eyes wide in horror as jungkook grabbed the man's wrist hard before it could touch you once again and twisted it so hard that the crack of bone was audible even over the club's noise as the man howled in pain, doubling over.

“shut the fuck up!” jungkook growled, not wanting the man's scream to pull even more attention and put you in the spotlight.

“or i'll break the other one too. now leave and don’t even think about coming back here.”

the man now pale faced and squirming in pain, nodded frantically before scrambling away, clutching his injured hand. you watched as he disappeared into the crowd. you stood there frozen for a long moment trying to process what just happened, your heart fluttering.

no one had ever defended you like this before and it was so foreign that you struggled to find words now, not being able to compose yourself.

“i… t-thank you.” you managed shakily as you rubbed your sore wrist absentmindedly.

jungkook's gaze softened as he looked at you, scanning you for any other signs of injury.

“are you okay? are you injured anywhere else?”

you nodded attempting a small smile, not wanting to think about what would happen if he didn’t interfere on time.

“yeah i'm… i'm fine. thank you again really. i appreciate it more than you know.”

“you don’t have to worry anymore, i'm jungkook by the way.” he rasps, holding out his hand for you to shake it.

you stared at it for a bit, your lips parting as you shakily gripped his hand, your hand looking comically small and delicate in his tattooed one. he held your hand in his gently like giving you the free rein to pull back if you want, not the forceful grips that you're so used to.

“y/n.” you breathe, his thumb brushing on the back of your hand in a comforting manner but it instead sends a shiver of thrill down your spine.

how long has it been since a man’s touch excited you instead of making you disgusted? and now with you holding his hand, it made you realize how much you’ve been yearning for it.

“y/n.” he repeats as if tasting your name on his tongue.

the emotions swirling in his eyes almost hold you captivated for a long time before you pull your hand away from his as he studies your face for a long moment.

“you don’t have to go back out there right now.” he starts.

“wanna take a break? come sit with me and my friends over there just for a bit.”

his offer surprised you as you hesitated only briefly, your feet ached in your heels and you'd been working for so long, you didn’t want to lose contact with this stranger named jungkook so soon so you nodded.

“okay a little break sounds good.” you whispered.

jungkook's lips curved as he guided you to the vip section amidst the crowd, his presence parting people like they knew who he was but you still didn’t grasp who he was yet as you stepped inside the area, you paused, recognition finally drawing into you. you'd seen their faces a few times in newspapers or news channels even though you'd never paid enough attention to learn about them in depth.

they were extremely rich, powerful businessmen and they looked so different in real life even more fierce and dominant. six of them lounged across the couches and they were big not just in height and muscularness but also in the aura they exuded. they made you feel small and out of place, they looked you up and down taking in the way your uniform hugged your curves tightly.

their gaze didn’t hold anything lustful but something appreciative like you were truly worth noticing and deserved adoration. it made your stomach twist with a strange heat as you shifted on your feet, smoothing your hands down your uniform self consciously, not knowing how to step past the door but jungkook led you further, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“this is y/n.” jungkook announced to the group as he gestured to you.

“figured she could use a minute away from it all.”

the way the men straightened immediately told that they didn’t mind having you in their space one bit as if they'd been dying to have you near, their eyes locking onto you with undivided attention. one by one they introduced themselves, the one with the broadest shoulders spoke up first.

“i'm kim namjoon. nice to meet you y/n.”

next to him, a man with such perfect handsome features smiled.

“kim seokjin but you can call me jin.”

a bright eyed man leaned forward.

“junghoseok.”

right beside him was the quietest man yet with such a piercing gaze that spoke more about him louder than any words can.

“min yoongi.” he offered a small nod only.

the two other men introduced themselves next, the one with plush kissable lips whose name was jimin and the man who noticed you first, a smirk present on his expression named kim taehyung, a little stubble present on his jawline that made him look even sexier, his voice also the deepest among them.

there was so much masculine energy and the smell of male in this small room that you felt fully surrounded by it in the best way possible and that you might as well have just fainted from how weak in the knees you were. you’ve always been so confident in handling everyone in your job but this was the very first time that you were so fidgety.

“come sit please.”

one of them spoke up and you nodded dumbly before taking a seat on an empty couch right in front of them. you realized quickly with just a little introduction of how different they all were yet fundamentally similar to each other in some way. maybe that’s what deepened their bond so much. the men exchanged glances, their thoughts still clearly fixated on the incident outside.

“fucking prick.” jungkook muttered as he settled near you, cracking his knuckles.

“a guy like that thinks he can grab whoever he wants, i saw red when his hand touched her.”

taehyung nodded, his eyes still on you.

“we all did, no one should have to deal with that shit in their workplace.”

“it's good that you handled it kook. i was so close to beating his ass up too.” namjoon turns to look at you.

“are you sure you're okay?”

their protectiveness made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“yes i'm okay.” you bite your lower lip, looking down at your hands, twisting them together.

you were acutely aware of how their eyes followed your every small movement and the tension was palpable even when there was silence. you noticed one thing, none of them, not once had glanced at the stripper dancing just outside even though the other men were staring at her like a hawk and catcalling her but to these men, it seemed as if she didn’t exist and you were the only center of their attention, like you were the only one that existed in their world.

it was overwhelming.

intoxicating

“so y/n tell us about yourself. how long have you been working here?” jimin broke the silence, wanting to learn more about you.

“i've been working here for a while… pays the bills you know? it's not ideal but it's what i have right now.”

you talked shyly at first but words started flowing more easily than you expected. you shared bits about your long shifts and the exhaustion and how you dreamed of something more stable but life doesn’t always go the way you want it to. they listened intently, asking thoughtful questions as if they really wanted to know more and cared about your life. they also shared about themselves too.

“we just closed a massive deal today… but honestly? it feels empty.” jimin explains.

they looked at you like you were the only spark they'd felt after months, watching you as you laughed lightly at a joke hoseok cracks. you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with pink cheeks when you felt all their eyes on you at once.

“you're cute when you're shy.” seokjin chuckles.

their compliments weren’t crude, they admired your beauty and the efforts you made at your work, your confidence and how despite everything, you were so strong to do this every day.

time seemed to pass by without any of you realizing when the topic turned deeper, they learned of your financial struggles too. you never let anyone know about your weakness but for whatever reason, you trusted them so easily to let the words flow.

“i manage, i make it work somehow.” you shrugged.

their expressions shifted with concern.

“you also don’t have to worry about that guy from earlier bothering you again, he's suspended from his job.” namjoon clarifies.

information on that man was retrieved by the guard outside and namjoon learned that he worked at a measly low grade company that they could probably buy within seconds but they wanted him ruined so they made him lose his job instead with just a few texts, they held the power to do so. seeing him touch you like that pissed the hell out of them.

you paused, blinking in shock.

“what? y-you did that for me? but why? i'm used to it, men are always around in this place so it's nothing new for me.” you croaked.

they reacted immediately as yoongi's jaw clenched.

“used to it? you shouldn’t have to be. no woman deserves to face this every day.” his voice was low with anger while jin's usually light demeanor hardened.

“you're handling all this out there?”

you smiled sadly, looking down at your lap.

“you really didn’t have to do all that for me—”

but jungkook interrupts you before you could finish your words.

“we'd do it again in a heartbeat. you're worth more than being treated like that.”

you swallowed at their words, almost feeling tears brim in your eyes that you pushed back, your heart not being able to handle such affection and possessiveness but in a good way from them, in a way that you’ve never received before in your life. it left you speechless and with a thousand unknown feelings and little did you know that even to them you seemed even more extraordinary than their words could convey as taehyung leans back on the couch, his eyes locked on yours like he hasn’t missed a single word.

“you know.” he starts speaking.

“most people in places like this… they're always acting like someone else but youre just... you, even after a shift like that its nice to see it honestly.”

the others nodded in confirmation, knowing what taehyung means by heart. they've been constantly surrounded by too many fake smiles and even women who have had eyes on their wallets rather than them. they've had countless encounters before with girls trying to be too close to them because of an intention, none of them were honest and wanted them for who they are.

“yeah i get what he means.” hoseok added softly.

“it's just… refreshing talking to you feels normal like actually normal.”

“o-oh?” your heart thuds harder at their words.

“you're honest.” yoongi said simply.

“people don’t really do that much around us anymore.”

“i'm not that special.” you breathe.

“you are y/n.” jungkook glances at you.

“when that guy grabbed you… you were about to handle it even before i intervened. you're tougher than you look.”

you're the kind of woman who could bring kings to their knees without even trying, that's how they saw you. they made you feel desired, not merely physically but as someone captivating in her entirety, your your smiles and beauty and your confidence mixed with shyness, they loved everything.

you felt this certain heat all over you that pulled you towards them, your legs clenching together and that didn’t go unnoticed at all. sensing the shift and needing a moment to compose yourself amid the overwhelming feeling, you offered them a slightly breathless smile.

“um do you all want some drinks? i can go get a fresh round.” you offered, noting how all their glasses were empty but that none of them seemed even the slightest bit drunk because of how well they were at handling alcohol.

they nodded in agreement and you rose from the couch, feeling their eyes follow every movement as you turned, feeling their stares caressing the curves on your back and it made goosebumps of excitement rise up on you as you walked to the bar, almost hurrying to be back to them, not wanting to waste any second with them.

returning moments later with a tray balanced with their liquors of choice but nothing too heavy, you felt the intensity multiply upon re entering their space. you set the tray down on the low table slowly which required you to bend forward but you did so almost intentionally and coyly so that they'd get a good view of your cleavage. doing a subtle arch of your back that allowed the already short skirt to ride up exposing the curve of your ass, you heard sharp intakes of their breaths and that makes your heart pound harder.

your uniform was so short that you'd always avoid bending down but doing so in front of them made you feel wanted. your cleavage pressed forward against your top, the soft swells visible for the men in front invitingly.

“damn y/n...” jungkook breathed first as he shifted in his seat.

“are you trying to kill us bending over like that?” jimin lets out an appreciative hum, not complaining one bit to have you like that while hungrily tracing your figure.

“she's perfect isn't she?” namjoon murmurs quietly.

seeing you like this is stirring things they haven't felt in ages. you bite back a grin when you hear yoongi let out a growl when he catches a glimpse of your white lace panties. your thighs pressed together subtly as you straightened, feeling exposed yet empowered.

you handed each of them a glass, jin's fingers brush yours when grabbing the glass and the contact makes you gasp.

“easy guys, we've got all night.”

what started as conversations and shared stories had slowly turned into something deeper as the tension and intimacy grew that none of you could deny it anymore. there wasn't anything normal anymore, there was too much need and their eyes were growing increasingly hooded. it was like both of you guys were in a game wanting to see who'd break first and take what they need, challenging each other through eyes alone. jin was the first one to break, not being able to fight the pull anymore.

“come here y/n.”

you watched him manspreading so sexily as he patted his thigh and you let out a shy smile, standing up almost immediately to walk to him. he guides you onto his thick thigh, his large hand resting at your lower back, the heat of his body and his scent make you tremble as you place a hand on his chest. sitting on his lap made your skirt ride up and you made no move to fix it, your feet dangling off the ground because of the height difference with jin and not only him but also all the other six of them were just so huge especially namjoon, whom you guessed was the tallest of all.

you felt a subtle shift of his muscles as he adjusted, supporting your weight with literally no effort. the others watched with appreciative eyes, already jealous that jin gets to have you so close at first, their focus on the cigarettes and drinks was completely forgotten.

“are you comfortable like this y/n?” jin rasps leaning closer, his warm breath hitting your ear.

his hand stayed put, thumb rubbing circles against your thigh and you nodded jerkily, the proximity making it hard for you to breathe. you forgot about the club, the music outside. it was just the seven of them who were pulling you in their spell even deeper. then taehyung, not being able to help himself, leaned forward from his seat.

“can i kiss you sweetheart?” he asked directly, eyes searching yours for any hesitation.

the way he asked for consent made you flush, you were not used to it at all and it only made your need bubble higher and more fiercely.

“yes please.” you plead.

he closed the distance slowly, his hand cupping your jaw before his lips met yours right there with you still on jin's lap. it started soft but quickly deepened, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth before slipping inside making you moan into it which he swallowed. the breathy sound began to ignite something in all of them because even if your eyes were closed, you could sense their expressions.

the kiss was unhurried, he took his time exploring every inch of your mouth as both your salivas intertwined. he tasted like something entirely different like dark chocolate. his fingers threaded through your hair and he pulled back his eyes half lidded and breathing unevenly.

“fuck you taste good.” he mutters, thumb brushing your swollen lower lip.

hoseok joined right after taehyung, sliding closer on the couch, looking at your lips with dark eyes, wanting permission without any words and you reached for him grabbing the collar of his shirt. while your other hand pressed harder on jin's chest for balance, fisting his shirt. the makeout with hoseok was different, it was hungrier like he couldn’t get enough as he sucked your bottom lip and you let out a louder whimper.

“mmph!”

jin's hand on your back slides lower, brushing against your butt and it makes you shiver, your bottom pressing harder on his thigh. he rearranges you until you are straddling one of his thighs, only causing the entire pressure on your clothed pussy alone making you squeal. you shifted on his thigh to chase more of that friction, your skirt now rode up further revealing your lace panties fully.

one by one they each took their moment and kiss until you were surrounded by heated touches and kisses. namjoon cradled the back of your head as he explored your mouth thoroughly.

“you're so responsive baby.” yoongi growls against your throat, all the men enjoying your cute little noises.

he takes his turn too. yoongi's kiss was full of bites and clashes of teeth from how impatient he was that you were afraid your lips would start bleeding from how he wouldn’t let go. jimin placed slow open mouthed kisses on your neck and jawline while the others observed what made you moan and squirm. like the expert jimin was, he immediately found the sensitive spot below your ear and locked his mouth there to suck a mark while you struggled to breathe into yoongi's mouth.

jungkook held you in place with a hand around your throat, squeezing slightly and his kiss was a bit more rough while he took your mouth like he was starving for it.

jimin took his turn too, sweetly.

their hands roaming everywhere they could find every exposed skin, gripping your waist or thigh, getting busy making out with you or leaving hickies on your throat and cleavage while your hips twitched occasionally on jin's thigh. your lips remained parted, tongues tangling lewdly with each of the men. jin takes your mouth and sucks on your tongue making you whine and rock on his thigh, his hand fully cupping your butt, encouraging you to grind harder.

“u-uh…”

you whined as jungkook's hand caressed your inner thighs so close to your panties. your body responded eagerly, nipples hardening as you pulled away from jin's mouth, panting hard from all their devoted attention feeling yourself melt into a puddle just from touches and kisses alone. you squirmed on jin's thigh, feeling his hard muscle flex beneath you.

the other men breathed heavily too, chests rising and falling, your whimpers and their rough breaths the only sound that could be heard. they were visibly affected too and you could feel the growing hardness pressing against your thigh from jin. their eyes roamed your flushed face and how kiss swollen your lips were, their jaws clenching as after a particularly heated kiss with jimin that left you gasping you pulled back slightly.

a sudden wave of nervousness took over you. the vip room was private, not see through from the outside yet it made you pause when you realized what you were doing in the haze.

“i… i don't do this.” you whispered shakily, glancing towards the door.

“my shift isn’t even over, i should go back out there. this isn’t… i'm not that kind of girl.”

you’ve never slept with anyone here in the club, probably the last time you had sex was years ago with your ex and the heartbreak of it never led you forward to another relationship even though your body pined for the touch of a man who made you feel wanted in every way and for the first time in years, they made you feel that. never in your dreams would you have assumed that it would be seven of them doing so.

the men looked at you but there was no judgment, only understanding and want as jin's hand stayed comfortingly on your back.

“we stop whenever you say but fuck.. we want you, not just like this but more.” taehyung growls in that deep husky voice of his that makes you weak in the knees.

“yeah exactly…” namjoon added.

“you make us feel alive again and we don’t just want a quick thrill here, we want you for the whole night.”

you made the fire in their veins rise once again after years, you made them forget the hollow feeling they’ve been carrying, it eased the second you walked in here even though you were hesitant, your body betrayed you, shifting again on jin's lap and feeling that delicious friction.

“but why me? i'm just… me, a waitress. you guys could have anyone, someone who fits better with your world. i don’t understand.”

the insecurity was evident in your voice and you didn’t understand why they'd want you and care so much when they could have someone of high class. women probably threw themselves at them every day yet they looked at you like this. they look at you like you are the center of their universe. jungkook cupped your cheek, making you face him so you could see the sincerity visible on his expression.

“because none of that other shit matters. you caught our attention because you're you, it feels right and it’s the best thing ever.”

hoseok grinned, tracing a finger along your arm.

“and we can see you want this too baby, those pretty eyes of yours are telling us everything… the little hitch in your breathing.”

your bottom lip quivers at their words as your thighs clench around jin's thigh, the action pulling a small wanton noise from you.

“let us give you the best night of your life sweet girl.”

you remained quiet even if your hand clung onto jin's chest hard

“please?” he breathes.

they dominated everyone, high status companies and billions, yet for you they'd be ready to beg on their knees. your body ached for them but most importantly, it was your heart too that was screaming at you to say yes.

namjoon leans close to you, the tempting column of his throat exposed from where you'd pulled at his shirt while kissing.

“you don't have to decide right now but... come home with us tonight.” namjoon said with such genuineness and the others nodded with him. they murmured their approvals in a chorus as jimin's eyes locked onto yours, seriousness in his expression now.

“no pressure at all beautiful, it's whatever you want…”

they knew one thing for sure, they couldn’t forget the way you looked at them and the way your body responds to every little touch. it makes them want to know how you'd react to touches at your most private places. hoseok reaches out to brush a lock of hair from your face.

“we've got a black card here, if you need anything, leave this job and take this. come with us whatever that helps you feel secure.” he whispers.

it wasn’t about buying you with the card, it was about wanting to give you the world because you deserve it. all their words made your chest tighten with emotions.

you sat there stunned as you thought of their offer. the black card in hoseok's hand represented everything, a lifetime of not worrying about bills, living with no fear of not making ends meet and being able to breathe without feeling like you have to survive but more than that, it was them and you knew money or no money, you wanted this, wanted all seven of them so you made your decision in a heartbeat.

“i… i agree.” you whispered at first almost quietly before finding a bit more strength at their encouragement.

“yes i'll come with you.”

their reactions were immediate as they let out chuckles. yoongi's hand squeezed your knee and he let out the first real grin since he came here.

“that's our girl. fuck you have no idea how happy that makes us.”

getting praised by yoongi made your clit throb, your face falling on his chest as you nuzzled against it while jin rubbed up and down your back.

“we'll take care of everything, you don’t have to worry.” jin confirms.

with the decision made, they didn’t wait any longer, wanting to have you in their place so they could claim you there with all the time in the world. they guided you out of the vip section with possessive hands at your waist. your heart raced so fast you could feel it in your throat and you felt like it might burst right open.

you spotted your manager near the bar, her eyes widening when she saw you flanked by the seven most well known business owners whose faces had been everywhere. she straightened up instantly not finding words, instantly terrified of what might happen as they stopped in front of her.

“she's not working here anymore.” namjoon stated firmly, his arm slipping around your shoulder.

“y/n is coming with us. consider her shift over permanently, we'll handle any necessary paperwork if needed later.”

your manager blinked rapidly, clearly intimidated but nodded quickly.

“o-of course sir, y/n take care of yourself.”

she shot you a quick look but the men's presence left no room for her to question anything else while you still couldn’t grasp the reality fully. feeling freedom and disbelief all at once.

they led you outside to the waiting matte black limo which was pure luxury, starting from the exterior to the interior. they helped you inside and once the door closed, the vehicle started moving and just along with that, their hands on you were at full force.

this time yoongi didn’t hesitate and pulled you onto his lap first, gripping your hips as he ate at your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours drawing out whimpers as the others shifted closer. jimin's hand slid up to cup your breast through the fabric of your uniform making your back arch even through layers of clothing, their touches felt so prominent.

you didn’t know what would happen once you reached their penthouse and they wouldn’t hold back anymore. hoseok sucks and bites on the side of your neck while jungkook placed a loving kiss against your cheek, his eyes blazing as the ride felt too long because of of what was to come.

“can't wait to have you spread out for us at home.”

you couldn’t wait either.

the limo pulled in front of their penthouse and you stepped out on shaky legs still buzzing from their heated touches that had filled the ride over.

the door opened, welcoming you inside the open living room before you could admire the poshness and extravagance of the place, you were surrounded by all seven of them, their presences closing in like a wall of dominance until you were fully trapped between them. like seven predators closing in on their little prey and they wouldn’t let you go easily especially when there was so much impatience and all the teasings from earlier had left everyone on edge and frustrated.

jin and jimin positioned themselves on either side of you immediately, their breaths ghosting over your skin as hoseok's hand boldly slid under the hem of your uniform, tracing your skin and the skin around your belly button.

“you're so damn soft.” hoseok murmured huskily.

jin's lips found the curve of your neck, placing delicate kisses along your throat, tongue darting out to taste your skin while jimin mirrored him on the other side, alternating between pecks and nips that made you gasp softly. they went oh so slow as if they wanted to memorize every inch of you with just their hands alone, pulling you deeper into their circle.

“look at her already trembling for us.”

jimin whispers against your ear before capturing your lips in a hot kiss, his tongue making that sex act of thrusting in and out that left your knees weak, your hand grasping onto one of their shirts.

“can i?” taehyung gruffs out.

his gaze never left yours as he reached for the zipper at the back of your dress.

“y-yes.” you stuttered, letting out excited huffs of breath.

his fingers worked it down slowly while his mouth sucked on the exposed cleavage of your breast as the fabric parted, revealing the expanse of your back and all seven men watched with rapt attention, their fists clenching in need. you could see their hard cocks straining against their suit pants.

namjoon stands behind you now while yoongi leans against the couch with a smirk enjoying the scene, his arms crossed, eyes devouring every revealed inch, jungkook's hand brushed your hair aside to help taehyung pull the zipper down properly as the dress finally slips down your arms and pools at your feet, leaving you in just your heels, stockings and those tiny lacy white panties, your uniform didn’t need a bra so your breasts jiggle free, making them all groan in unison at the sight. your hand instinctively goes up to cover yourself but taehyung holds it, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss against the back of your hand.

“don't hide from us… god you're perfect.”

you let out a needy moan at his words and how they traced every inch of you with such fascination that you felt like the most beautiful woman in the world and most worshipped. you never thought one could be worshipped with eyes alone and for the first time, you also believed that you could feel perfect… because when you viewed yourself through their eyes, you indeed felt that.

“you look like a dream.” seokjin grumbles.

their praises seemed to reach every corner of your soul. they didn’t take off the panties wanting to admire you like this first, watching the way your nubs were pointed in the air into twin peaks the more as cool air brushed against them.

“we've wanted this since we saw you out there…”

namjoon rumbled, his fingers brushing your spine while yoongi stepped closer, his cold facade cracking as he ran a hand down your side making you lean onto him while panting.

“fuck these curves…”

you were driving him fully insane, their chests puffed up because you were letting them see you like this, your body a bit squirmy at first from being bare in front of them while they're all fully clothed but slowly adapting confidence from their words. all their hands joined in touching you until you couldn’t tell them apart anymore, gliding over every curve, caressing your breasts while thumbs brushed against the nipples.

“oh… hahh.” you whined, your head falling back on jimin's shoulder, your panties wetly clinging to your folds as you clenched your legs together hard but it did little to relieve your ache.

hoseok drops to his knees to kiss along the tops of your stockings while his cock throbs inside his pants, the smell of your arousal hitting him so directly that his nostrils flare but before they could start properly and things could escalate further, they all paused suddenly making you look at them with confusion, your breasts rising and falling. they had to force their eyes from your blossoms to speak to you.

“we need to hear it from you y/n. are you sure about this? fully sure?” namjoon asks.

“i am sure.”

you crooned, your lips forming a pout due to them suddenly stopping and it makes their eyes narrow at how the sweet action pulled at their heartstrings. they'd do anything you asked if you gave them those eyes and that expression but they need to finalize a few things.

“you can use the safe word anytime, red for stopping completely, yellow to slow down and green to keep going yeah?”

you nodded, seeing the care in their faces even in between so much tension and need.

“we've seen how men treat you at the club… so we won't do anything without your consent. we want you so bad but only if you want us just as much.” jungkook rasps.

you didn’t know if you'd ever felt so valued and safe before in front of men and it makes tears of gratefulness well in your eyes as you pressed yourself closer to them, giving your body to them fully.

“i've never been more sure in my life. i want all of you please… please.”

you whimper, feeling their chest and nuzzling against taehyung who is in front of you now and he makes a low noise right beside your ear. they were ready to lose themselves in you completely, all their restraints and control gone.

you were laid back on the couch in the center of the room as you looked up at them, nervousness yet anticipation in you, your body already hypersensitive from being touched. jin leans down to your right side when he cups the underside of one of your breasts, feeling its weight. his thumb flicked it, your nipple hardening even more under his ministrations. you felt his touches all the way down to your clit.

“oh god…”

a squeal left you when taehyung left wet kisses along the side of your other breast, not wanting to keep your other breast neglected before he captured the peak between his lips, sucking at first then with more pressure while jin's skilled pinching and rolling combined with taehyung's warm suction. your back arched off the couch as your breaths came out in short gasps, every pull of tongue and twist of fingers on both your nipples drew involuntary moans from your throat.

the others watched everything, their own need evident as they shifted closer even though taehyung and jin were having their moment, the hands of others would occasionally brush your arms or thighs in reassurance.

“ahh.”

you let out a particularly loud moan as taehyung bites slightly on your nipple before soothing it with laps of his tongue making you feel heady as seokjin's mouth joined too, leaving your breasts wet with saliva. your breasts were like a glistening playground of sensation.

“ahh… jin taehyung… it feels so good.” you whimpered, your hand gripping onto the couch from the pleasure. jin lifted his head briefly, his lips shiny.

“yeah? you like when we suck on these pretty tits baby?

“it makes your pussy feel good mhmm?” he asks.

taehyung hummed in agreement, switching to light nibbles and soothing licks, their words making you even more horny as you nodded dumbly.

“she's dripping so much just from getting her nipples played with… just look at that wet patch.”

jungkook comments, all their eyes falling on your panty covered cunt where a damp spot had started forming from the amount of arousal you leaked and the white lingerie made everything see through. meanwhile, namjoon began kissing torturously down your stomach, his tongue leaving a trail as shivers race up your spine as he worshipped your belly, circling his tongue around your belly button. when his teeth scraped a certain ticklish spot, it made you giggle and you grabbed onto taehyung's shirt who was beside you.

“mm…”

taehyung grinned at your giggle while namjoon glowed softly.

“so beautiful, every inch of you.”

he praised, nipping just below your navel. your legs couldn’t stay spread, feeling a little shy from the copious amount of essence you were leaking and also from the building ache but hoseok and jungkook didn’t let you hide away so easily, holding one leg apart, each opening you completely to their gaze. jungkook leaned in first, pressing his face close to your soaked panties inhaling deeply with a guttural groan.

“shitt she smells so good.”

he mutters, his hot breath fanning over your covered core making you twitch.

“i know right?” hoseok adds, already too obsessed from earlier after getting a waft of your pussy when he was so close to it. jungkook begins kissing and sucking marks onto your inner thighs, starting high near the crease and working inward, each harsh suck leaving reddish hickeys.

“j-jungkook..” you stammered as his tongue avoided your pussy entirely and focused around it, only puffs of air hitting it and you squirmed helplessly as hoseok's fingers dug in near your panties.

“spread wider for us princess, let us see how much you need this.” hoseok encouraged when your thighs trembled.

jimin and yoongi were the only ones left to join and they didn't hesitate anymore. their fingers joining to touch you over your panties, fingers expertly finding your swollen clit through the lace.

you whimpered, the pressure was never enough to push you over the edge but just enough to keep you teetering on the brink. jimin's touch was precise, he used the pads of his fingers to rub tight patterns between your folds that made your hips buck, with taehyung and jin watching your pleasured expressions with focused intensity.

“feel that sweetheart?”

yoongi asks as he flicks your clit side to side.

“hmm?” he persists when you don't reply, pressing his thumb against your clit even harder and it felt so much even without them touching you directly.

“y-yes haggh.” you mewled.

yoongi presses the fabric against your folds, rubbing up and down the length of your slit until the lace lewdly sticks between your pussy lips.

“listen to those sounds she's making… fuck.”

seokjin and taehyung conversed among themselves, their eyes focused on your pussy and what the other men were doing and it makes you even more excited if that was even possible, there was something so naughty about having the others comment on you while you were being touched as if there was an audience itself. it doubled the sensations for you as jin and taehyung occasionally tweaked your nubs just to hear you gasp between your moans from the maddening clit rubs that left your pussy clenching, your arousal coating your inner thighs messily now. you couldn't take their teasing anymore as your head thrashes.

“please goshh more... i need more.” you begged breathlessly, not being able to stay still.

jimin offered two fingers, pressing them against your lips.

“open up baby. suck them like you mean it.” he instructed.

you obeyed, eagerly opening your mouth as he slid them past your lips. you swirled your tongue around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head slightly. the others watched intently, already imagining you sucking their cocks exactly like this and all their cocks twitched inside their pants while jimin groaned at the wet feeling of your mouth, his eyes growing half lidded wondering how his cock would feel inside your mouth.

“look at that mouth working so well.” jungkook added.

he pushed in his own fingers right next to jimin's, pushing his tattooed fingers so deep that it brushed the back of your throat, his fingers giving slight thrusts as tears brimmed your eyes trying not to gag.

“just like that, get them nice and wet for us.” jimin murmurs.

jin grabs ahold of your hair, not enough to hurt but hard enough to make you feel the slight pain mixed with pleasure as he pulls your mouth to him for a sloppy passionate kiss that leaves you dizzy, swallowing all your noises. you made a throaty sound when jungkook's fingers finally left your mouth, his eyes focusing on your pussy, not being able to stand seeing it covered anymore and from the state of others around, they're impatient as well.

he went down your body as you watched with wide eyes but instead of using his hands to slide them off, he leaned down, your breathing growing ragged. with a dirty glint in his eyes, he caught the edge of the panty between his teeth and began to tug them downwards slowly making the fabric peel away from your core with a wet sound.

your pussy now fully exposed to the seven men and jin and taehyung also joined the others below to look at you making your cheeks flame from the vulnerability of it all and how exposed you felt while two of them spread your legs further until you were eagle spread, your folds parted as well, the soaked panty dragging along your thighs, leaving a trail of your own slickness. your entire body trembles as the cool air hits your center. the panties finally slip past your ankles and jungkook tosses them aside with a satisfied growl.

all of them leaned in closer where you lay bare as if inspecting you and it makes your brow furrow, heart pounding hard. you've never felt more exposed at once while your clit throbbed helplessly. they let out a mix of curses and loud exhales. their eyes held something else entirely, it went far beyond lust like they wanted to eat you whole and never stop. you felt like you were surrounded by seven hungry wolves and you'd give yourself up to them willingly. namjoon's breath hitched audibly, his large hands clenching at his sides as if fighting the urge to touch immediately.

“fuck...” he murmurs.

they'd never seen anything more perfect, it was like you were a work of art.

you were bare except for your thigh stockings and your heels. jin lets out a hum, his plush lips parting as he stared. your folds were swollen and parted slightly to reveal your labia and your gaping entrance, the clit on top shiny from your arousal and throbbing under their gaze. it was as if they were touching you from their stares alone and they hadn't even touched you yet.

“look at how she's clenching around nothing. fuck that's so hot... you're so empty aren't you angel?” jimin asks so adoringly that you let out another soft sound at his endearment.

taehyung stared in awe as he tilted his head, it was as if your pussy itself was begging for their tongues and fingers on its own. they've never wanted anyone more, it was like you're the only woman in the world. they've always appreciated a female body but their bodies never reacted in such a way. they were never so mesmerized. they wanted to learn more about what made you moan or cry, where you liked being touched, what made you giggle and most importantly, what made your precious heart happy.

jimin chuckled with admiration when he saw you hiding your face between your hands because of how overwhelmed you felt from all their eyes on you at once.

“hey baby...”

he removed your hands from your face and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“don't be shy… you're stunning. look at how hard you make us just from staring at you.”

your eyes fall on their tented bulge and it makes you exhale shakily, it was the proof of how true their words were and it gives you a little more strength. yoongi's tongue darts out to lick his lips.

“i bet she tastes even better than she looks.” he comments, tilting his head making your breath hitch.

jungkook still positioned closest, looked up at you with those piercing eyes. you gulped, feeling your stomach flutter.

“i... i've never had anyone look at me like this.” you whispered, trying to find words to say what you truly wanted.

“especially not all of you, i-it feels… too much but good. i feel wanted.. really wanted.”

your pussy gave a clench along with your words, drawing another groan from them by the sight of it and from your words.

“do you want me to eat your pussy baby? nice and slow mm?”

you nodded desperately and jungkook didn't waste time and dived in first, his tongue pressing against your entrance, dragging upward in one lap stroke all the way up to your clit.

“ahhh mm fuck—”

you squeaked at the sensation of his tongue and lip piercing combined and he let out a hiss at the taste. he took his time, eyes locked intensely on yours the entire time, never breaking contact as he repeated the motion, savoring every drop of you like it was the finest wine. the pressure was perfect, not too light and not too rough yet enough to make your hips jerk and your hands fist into the cushions beneath you.

“she tastes incredible joon.” he murmurs to namjoon beside him. you squirm at the feeling of the cool metal of his piercing hitting your clit.

you tasted sweet and tangy at once, it was everything.

your eyes fall closed, not being able to keep them open as your head falls back in sensation. jungkook paused, biting onto your inner thigh, making you gasp as your eyes pop open.

“look at me while i taste you or i stop.” he threatened.

you let out a long moan and kept your teary eyes open, the touches of others sending jolts straight to where jungkook was eating you. namjoon groped one of your breasts, squeezing it while hoseok rubbed his still clothed cock against your thigh not being able to help himself. a damn spot formed on his pants from the precum.

“you want a taste too?”

jungkook smirked at taehyung, who was watching him eat at you with hungry focused eyes and jungkook moved aside to let taehyung have a chance. his tongue felt different, slow yet so deep as he traced every fold with the tip of his tongue. he suckled gently on your clit, humming around it to make your toes curl. your pussy was blooming more and more for them.

“i could do this for hours mmm.” he moaned against you, his tongue dipping inside your hole a bit to collect your fluids.

during all these, your legs were held open so they could eat your pussy with no resistance at all. namjoon's mouth was on your breast now, replacing his hands sucking on your nipple and also leaving a hickey on the underside of it while yoongi watched everything with hooded eyes, squeezing himself over his pants.

“pleaseee!”

you whined loudly, pressing your hips harder towards taehyung's face, feeling yourself getting close but he pulled back slightly with a chuckle looking down at you.

“not yet darling, we all have to have a taste first don't we?”

from his words you knew that the torture was just beginning and you already felt like you'd cum but they were just beginning, they were about to take their sweet time. jimin pressed his mouth against you giving you teasing flicks of his tongue across your clit quickly that built the pressure rapidly before pulling back, leaving you whining pathetically and he almost felt bad but he enjoyed teasing you.

“aww.” jimin cooed, wickedness present as the others smirked.

“you want more don't you? but this pussy is too good to rush.” he rasps, catching a droplet of your arousal that leaks with the tip of his tongue.

in the meantime, jungkook and hoseok latched onto your nipples, simultaneously sucking and biting while their hands roamed your body taking the chance to discover your breasts too since they didn't before and you grabbed onto their hair, holding them to your chest while sobbing. yoongi grunted, watching your pussy while the denial makes your body shake. the room filled with your breathy moans and the wet sound of their mouths working on your body.

namjoon was the first to slide his fingers along your mound and his intentions make you pant as his middle finger presses against your clit, a needy whimper leaving you.

“so fucking wet baby. this pussy's been begging since the club hasn’t it?”

“want it uh…” you whined needily.

taehyung ran two of his long fingers along your outer lips, spreading them apart with his thumbs so namjoon and he could see every slick detail making your thighs quake.

“feel that? she's pulsing so much.” namjoon observed.

you moaned loudly, head falling back when namjoon's fingers breached your entrance before dipping inside so slowly while taehyung continued his exploration on the outer part of you. the feeling of having something inside you from them even if it's just one finger, felt heavenly almost euphoric as he curled his finger immediately against that spongy spot inside you.

“oh god… oh please.”

you let out brokenly your hand fisting jungkook's hair, who still lets little licks on your sensitive nipple. jimin chuckled, his fingers replacing taehyung's on your clit as namjoon added a second finger, scissoring them to open you up as you bit your lip to stifle the cries that were trying to escape and they didn’t like that one bit, they didn’t like you holding back in any way.

“let us hear you princess. don't hold back… that’s it.”

your lips parted to quiet little “ah ah ahs” as namjoon pumped two of his fingers while jimin and taehyung took turns flicking your clit up and down, side to side, whatever motion they desired. your arousal coated their hands and dripped down to soak the couch. your eyes widen when hoseok's hand joins namjoon's, his fingers teasing your entrance around namjoon's thrusting fingers. namjoon's lips curl up as he makes space for hoseok's, whose two fingers slide inside you so easily considering how wet you were.

“nghh oh god i—”

your words cut off in a cry as you felt your pussy stretch and accommodate four fingers. their fingers were already so thick that you were stretched beyond imagination, stretched more than even dicks alone had done to you from just their fingers. you couldn’t imagine what their cocks would do to you then. the burn was delicious, your hips rocked against them chasing the pleasure, feeling your orgasm get so close.

“unngh!”

you bite onto jungkook's clothed chest because he was the closest beside your head making him fist your hair.

“come on boys, make her feel it.”

he grins, earning aroused laughs from namjoon and hoseok. both their fingers curled against your g-spot while taehyung pressed his thumb on your clit, holding it there with a blinding pressure that has your eyes rolling back. your pussy clenching continuously on their invading fingers as they wiggled and twisted their finger inside you as if they were searching for something deep inside you and your legs thrashed, not being able to take too much.

“shhh… you're going so good.”

taehyung soothes you, sensing the overload of sensations. you cried out, back almost lifting off the couch despite the men holding you from all around, your walls fluttering wildly around the intrusion.

“yess fuckk, ah r-right there!”

you wanted more and wanted to escape at once, your mind couldn't catch up from the stretch and the curl, the constant pressure on your clit from multiple hands now taking turns also your breasts never being left alone. you didn’t even realize when namjoon and hoseok left your pussy so that jungkook's three fingers could take place inside you almost immediately, they slid in with no effort as he pumped them roughly.

squelch. squelch. squelch.

it makes loud wet noises that seem to override even your moans and gasps and the men around you groan at the noises too, a pained look on all their faces from holding back. jungkook watched your face contort in ecstasy, his jaw clenched.

“atta girl, squeezing so tight around me, so damn hot… yess.”

he hisses, his thighs starting to grind against the corner of the couch, wanting stimulation from how crazy you are driving him. jin watched everything with dark eyes rubbing against your inner thighs.

“you ready for two more fingers baby?”

jin asks, stroking one of your butt cheeks as you watch him with a swallow, wondering how you'd take two more fingers while jungkook had three inside already but your orgasm was so close you couldn’t think straight and by the way, your pussy was gaping, you wanted more.

“y-y-yes.” you stammered nervously.

“i'll be gentle yeah?” he coaxes.

slowly jin penetrated two of his fingers alongside jungkook's three moving ones, basically fisting you and you let out a loud cry, your toes curling.

“oh god, oh god.” you chanted.

they all watched the way your pussy accommodated several fingers, lips parting hungrily while you were a mess beneath them. they moved their fingers in and out slowly now, mindful of the fullness in a rhythm that had your juices overflowing with pornographic sounds leaving you. your thighs trembled hard and uncontrollably as you struggled to breathe, choking on your saliva.

“i-i can't... it's too much.. feels so good.”

the others paused their actions just to watch jungkook and jin having their moment, hitting your spots relentlessly. taehyung pressed down on your lower belly to heighten every sensation and to feel their fingers moving inside you. your hips bucked wildly but strong hands pinned you down, forcing you to take every bit of pleasure they gave and it was building higher and higher without mercy.

“ah please please let me cum! i need it, i'm so close hahngh.”

you babbled, not even making sense, your hand gripping hoseok's shirt so hard that it ripped, buttons flying all over. the orgasm was so close to hitting you and that's when they decided to stop altogether, fingers leaving your cunt and their touches stopping.

“noooo why?”

you sobbed out tears streaming down your face now. it was as if someone had just snatched your high from you after so long and it left you heartbroken and your body aching.

“we've got you baby.” jimin murmurs soothingly, his hand rubbing circles on your belly while you try to recover from the denial.

amidst that, taehyung had gone upstairs to grab a bottle of lube from a drawer before walking back downstairs, it's like they knew exactly what they planned to do. taehyung's eyes met yours with a smile that somehow made even this intimidating moment feel safe.

“you ever had your ass played with sweetheart?”

jungkook questions and you flush at the question, the hint of what's about to happen making you restless.

“i-i yes… i did touch myself a few times but i didn't have anyone inside t-there.” you stuttered shyly.

you had experimented and fingered yourself on your back hole during moments of need all alone, you even tried butt plugs but that was pretty much it. you weren't so experienced because no one had you there before.

“yeah? do you want us to be your first?” taehyung questions.

you huffed, leaning onto taehyung, your lips falling onto his throat and sucking a mark.

“just make me cum please.” you sign.

“fuck anything you want sweet baby.” he grunts.

their hands are already soothing over your thighs and palms spreading your legs wider, pressing them upward and against your breasts to give them better access to your lower portion.

“we'll go slow okay?”

hoseok's palm stroked the inside of your knee while jungkook's hand rested on your hip. you shuddered from a mix of nerves and arousal. you felt thrilled and excited for what was to come even despite the fact that they didn't let you cum.

yoongi grabs the lube from taehyung, his eyes falling on you, looking almost feral. he had been controlling himself all this time, watching the others have their fun with you while he didn't intervene at all because he was the type to strike at the right time and also because he wanted the part of you that no one took first so he'd held back. your heart races as you look at him lean over you, your hand gripping his shoulder on its own.

yoongi always did the most calculative unthinkable moves and when he attacked, it was always in the most intense way. he drizzled the lube, making the liquid trickle slowly over your tight asshole, you gasp at the sudden unfamiliar sensation.

“breathe for me, in and out.” he instructed and you tried following him, breathing in and out. he circled the pad of his finger around the puckered rim not pushing in yet, just feeling around.

“mmmmm… yeah…”

his free hand rubbed circles on your thigh, coaxing you to relax.

“you're doing so good already.”

jimin murmurs, leaning in closer from the other side, adding more lube with his fingers. it mixed with the juices already leaking from your pussy making everything even more slick while their eyes watched every twitch of your body and the moans that left you.

“ahh... it's cold but feels… good gahh.”

you whimpered, your hips shifting slightly as namjoon held one of your legs steady. they worked you open with patience. multiple fingers from different men joined in. yoongi's thumb continued rubbing over your rim along with jungkook's finger.

“oh—!”

you squealed as taehyung's two fingers sank back into your pussy, doing that scissoring motion making you sob. it seemed more intensified because of your rear being touched.

“fuck she's so tight back here.” jungkook groans and yoongi nods in acknowledgement before slowly pushing the tip of his finger inside as you tense.

“relax just let me in...” yoongi rasps.

you gripped his wrist, whining, trying to not clench too hard while hoseok grabs your thigh, stroking your skin to distract you from any discomfort. yoongi's finger sank deeper and the lube made him sink all the way in so suddenly that you cried out raw.

“oh god... h-hahh.”

yoongi cursed at the feeling of how tight you are.

“color?”

he asks, your bottom lip quivers at his caring tone despite how long he'd held back.

“g-green.”

you gasped and he smirked slowly, starting to pump his fingers while jimin and jungkook touched around your stretched rim or your clit while taehyung still had his fingers pumping, both of them delivering careful thrusts. there was pleasure, pain and so so much ecstasy. you never thought getting fingered on the pussy and ass could feel so good as you couldn't stop moaning. namjoon's mouth latched onto one of your nipples, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the sensitive nipple.

“haah… haah…”

you felt like you'd burst when hoseok leaned closer to your pussy to lick at it, flicking it over your clit. the dual assault combined with the fingers till stretching and pumping inside both your holes was mind shattering and you could barely think straight. namjoon's suction on your nipple intensified, teeth grazing while the others held your legs open, preventing you from closing them against the overwhelming stimulation. yoongi's fingers curled inside your ass, touching the spot that you didn't even know existed and his fingers were extra long, as were taehyung's and both of them continued fucking you with them.

“ah-ah-ah-ah—fuck!”

you saw stars behind your eyelids with tongues on your pussy and the slide of fingers knuckle deep in your ass and cunt and the pull on your breasts. your nipples felt like they were on fire from the constant sucks and bites they received, they were swollen and almost reddened. all of the several sensations were about to do it for you.

“please… p-please! i can't...”

your voice breaks into a series of whimpers.

“i'm gonna... i need to cum... ahh please let me cum!”

they didn't stop their movements at all, drawing it out even slower to heighten the peak.

“yeah?”

he curled his fingers again and again just to see you tremble.

“you only get to cum when we say so.”

jungkook rasps against your clit before sucking into it even harder between his lips, humming vibrations through it making you twitch and wail out.

“please please.” you chant, your head thrashing side to side.

hoseok licks you all over, lapping at the lube and your juices mixed together. namjoon switched to your other nipple, biting down gently while his other hand massaged the first breast. the pressure built unbearably. your asshole and pussy clenching around the digits, every muscle in your body tensed, toes cuddling in your heels as the orgasm finally crashed over you with their permission.

“that's it, let go. cum for us.” yoongi commanded softly, his hand stroking your thigh.

your first orgasm of the night ripped through you and it was more intense than anything you've felt, the first best orgasm of your life. your pussy gushed around taehyung's fingers and your ass spasmed around yoongi's while you screamed, body shaking violently.

“ahh! fuckkk.”

you cursed as you saw stars behind your eyelids while they continued licking and fingering you through it. spurts of liquid left your pussy soaking the couch and their hands and they all groaned, licking at it. even yoongi leaned down to get a taste while making animalistic noises. the aftershocks making you twitch and whimper, your chest heaving as they slowly eased their fingers out making you whimper at the loss. their hands didn't leave you entirely, now murmuring praises.

“you did so well angel...” jimin cooed, kissing your thigh.

their eyes couldn't get enough of you as yoongi brought his glistening fingers to your lips for you to taste yourself.

“mhmm.” you licked obediently, feeling dazed and blissful, doing the same to taehyung's sloppily while still breathing hard.

they let you catch your breath while they looked at you with hunger and need that it made your chest tighten, wondering what they'd do next. that's when one by one they began to undress themselves fully, shedding off their dress shirts and pants that had already been partially opened. the clink of belts and the metallic sound of it makes your eyes hooded as you swallow, staring at them.

taehyung undressed first, taking off his shirt then pushed down his pants and boxers together, revealing his big cock. your eyes widened at how long it was, flushed at the tip from his need as he kicked away his pants. namjoon was next, taking off his shirt to reveal his muscular body, the type that came from gym sessions. his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, curving slightly upward with a prominent vein running along the underside, already glistening with precum.

jimin had all lean muscle, his abs rippling, the nevermind tattoo and the tattoos on his back as he revealed a perfectly shaped dick, not the longest but girthy enough to make your pussy clench at the sight, it looked like it was perfect to hit every sensitive spot. jungkook revealed his tattooed body next as he stripped, your mouth watering at the sight of his tattoos and muscles, revealing a cock that was both long and thick, veiny and aggressive looking, standing proud and pointing at you.

hoseok was confident in his bareness, he just seemed to have a flexible physique like he could put you in any position he wanted, his huge cock bouncing free, slapping against his stomach. jin moved next, revealing his broad chest and shoulder that you stared at with parted lips, his cock was thick as well and he was utterly shameless in it when he grabbed it and gave it a slow stroke, smirking at the way your eyes widened.

finally yoongi undressed last because he was too busy savoring your reactions to the others getting naked. his body was lean and strong, his pale skin makes him sexier and you gasped when his cock was exposed like it was a weapon, along with a slight thickness that promised deep thrusts and he was leaking steadily.

you were in pure awe as you took them all in, surrounded by such raw masculinity in every way possible. it felt so much more fierce because they were all bare. that you didn't even know whom to admire, you wished you had the capability to admire them all at once and to your heart's content. they were magnificent, each uniquely breathtaking and exerted dominance and masculine perfection and their cocks? they were all intimidating despite being different and you couldn't stop staring at them, you wondered if you were drooling.

you felt so incredibly powerful and unreal that you affected the men like that, they were all hard and leaking precum just for you. your pussy still throbbed from the aftershocks but couldn't stop clenching.

“oh my god...”

you whispered, your cheeks burning as you stared openly unable to look away. nothing in the world mattered in that moment except them, the way their bodies looked and the way muscles shifted under their hard and ready cocks because of you. you still couldn't believe that this was happening.

“you're all... so big.”

your tongue felt loose, the words leaving on their own. the men's egos boosted at your reaction, some smirking while the others looked at you heatedly. jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his piercing caught between his teeth.

“fuckk look at her staring like that, like we're the only thing she's ever wanted.”

he murmurs and namjoon chuckles deeply before nodding. you got that look in your eyes. they've had such powerful companies bow for them yet nothing compared to the way you looked at them right now. they didn't even want to compare you to anyone else, you were that special. they felt irresistible in your eyes.

“keep looking at us like that baby and we won't last long enough for everything we want to do to you.” hoseok grumbles.

you shifted forward onto your knees without needing much prompting, your knees sinking to the hard floor but jin quickly grabbed a cushion from the couch and gently placed it under your knees.

“don't want you bruising those pretty knees princess.” he says, stroking your hair once before stepping back as your heart flutters.

the seven of them formed a circle around you, their cocks at your eye level until you could get their clean male scent so well. your pussy dripping anew with eagerness. yoongi stepped forward first. he gathered your hair into a loose ponytail with one hand, pulling you close with a firm tug.

“open those sweet lips for me baby.” he rasps.

you parted your lips with a whimper and he slowly fed his cock into your mouth inch by inch. the taste of salty precum and clean skin made you moan as you took him deeper, your tongue swirling and he groaned, his eyes half closed in pleasure.

“good girl just like that. your mouth feels incredible.”

you relaxed your throat even more at the praise, wanting to do the best for him, taking him further until your nose brushed his pelvis, your eyes watering at the stretch. he held you there for long moments by your hair, savoring the tight heat then his hips started rolling lazily. his free hand caressed your cheek, thumb wiping away a stray tear.

“look at me while you take it… yeah just like that.” he growls.

the others watched intently, hands stroking their own cocks.

“she's handling yoongi so well.” hoseok commented huskily.

“look at her throat bulging a little, goddamn it.”

yoongi fucked your throat with such deepness that it left you gasping and moaning around him. he took your mouth for several long minutes, knowing others are still waiting so he reluctantly pulled out with a pop.

“perfect start sweetheart.” he praised.

jin moved in next, he tapped the head of his cock against your tongue almost immediately without letting you catch your breath. doing it a few times enough to make you whine.

“tongue out.” he ordered.

you obeyed dragging your tongue along his cock, letting out an “mmm” at the way he throbbed under your attention. then he guided you lower.

“now my balls suck them.”

jin was a balls kind of man, he had such sensitive balls and he loved it when they were sucked nice and gentle so you did exactly that. you leaned in, taking one into your mouth sucking while your tongue massaged it. your hand came up to cradle the other heavy one. jin let out a long satisfied moan, his head falling back.

“just like that... fuck… you're a natural. swirl your tongue more.”

you tried your best to follow his words, alternating between sucking and kicking while your other hand stroked his shaft as well, not leaving any part of him unattended. he grinned at how eager you were taking care of him so well even after everything they did to you earlier. you were worshipping his balls like they were your favorite treat.

“don't forget the rest of us baby.”

namjoon chuckles, the others making amused impatient noises, dying to get the feel of your mouth. your lips were already swollen and glistened when you pulled off jin's balls to breathe and he was about to slide his cock inside your mouth but hoseok was already taking his place next, his cock throbbing as he guided your head with one hand tangled in your hair.

“come here baby.” he murmurs, making your stomach flip.

your lips remained parted on their own so he slid it inside efficiently. your hand was placed on his thighs to hold on as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked.

“shitt.” hoseok groans, his hips beginning to fuck your mouth, each thrust pushing him deeper until the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. you gagged as you heard wet slaps of his skin meeting your face as he picked up the pace, your moans drawing vibrations around him.

“yes… yes keep sucking like you mean it.” he rasps.

“so fucking pretty with your mouth full.” hoseok rocks into your mouth with a few more rolls.

his fingers tightened just enough in your hair to guide you, snapping his hips and burying himself deeper inside your mouth. from his ragged breaths and groans you felt that he was close and he wasn't letting go so easily. saliva dripped down your chin and onto your bouncing breasts.

“ahh.” hoseok pants as you licked along the underside of his shaft on a particularly hard thrust.

“you're gonna make me lose it if you keep that up.”

you only quickened your movements as the men around you were feeding off the sight.

“easy there hobi, don't wear her out too soon.” taehyung teased.

“yeah save some of that energy for the rest of us, give us a chance,” namjoon added, pumping his fist slowly over his cock. jungkook beside him, doing the same.

hoseok even though he was so close, pulled back, breathing hard as he petted your head as if you'd done a good job. they'd all planned to cum together and hoseok didn't wanna break the rule first. namjoon cupped your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing over your precum soaked lips.

“you okay baby? want more?” he asked, checking in before taking his own moment.

“hah y-yes.” you nodded eagerly.

he filled your mouth completely with his cock from how slippery it was from all the fluids of others and your drooling mouth. his hand moved to rest on your throat, just cough to feel the bulge of his cock with every roll forward and you gagged, tears streaming down your face as you tried your hardest to breathe through your nose. his fingers flexed slightly as he controlled the pace so you took him to the hilt, he groans at the way your throat constricts around him.

“this throat feels so tight and good.” he murmurs. eyes half lidded as he watches the outline move under his hand.

“ugnngh!” you make a throaty sound that makes his grip tighten more. he loves the sight of you choking on his cock.

“she's taking it all... so hot.” yoongi observed, his cock still glistening from when you'd sucked his earlier and he used that to stroke himself.

namjoon's thrust grows faster as he fucks your mouth and the eyes and praises of others made your head spin and your thighs squeezing together from the frustration and need to finish once again. jimin stepped up, not wanting to wait any longer and as namjoon's eyes fell on him, he slipped out with a growl.

“perfect... you're absolutely perfect.” jimin hums with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he rubbed the head of his cock along your bottom lip first, tapping it lightly against your tongue without fully entering inside your mouth, pulling back whenever you leaned forward eagerly.

“ah ah, not yet angel.” he cooed.

“chase it… show me how bad you want my cock.”

you let out a whine, eyeing his cock with glistening eyes, tongue out sluttily but he was having his fun making you work for it. you part your lips, your tongue darting out to taste him, only for him to shift his hips to pull his cock away from you at the last second, leaving you whimpering and shifting on your knees. you watched helplessly as a bead of precum left him that you couldn't catch with your tongue, your mouth watering for more.

when he finally let you have him, it was just the tip sliding past your lips before he withdrew again and he let out a smirk. he sure had incredible patience to do this because the others were eager for your mouth while jimin was taking his sweet time. he makes you chase after it, your lips trying to suck him in desperately, each time he allows you just the head of his cock licking off his precum.

“p-please.” you sobbed.

“don't be such a tease jimin.. give our girl what she wants.”

jungkook chuckles hotly and the others nodded with a grin enjoying jimin's little game

“she's loving it though, she'll work even better on me once he's done.” taehyung adds with a grunt, already having made up his mind that he will go next.

“yeah? you want it bad baby?” jimin snarls and before you could reply, he abruptly filled your mouth with his cock, making your eyes widen.

“then suck it good will you?”

you suckled instantly, like you've been given water itself after being thirsty for so long, bobbing your head while making sputtering noises.

taehyung's turn came too slowly as if he knew exactly what he was doing. he sat on the edge of the couch unlike others who decided to take your mouth, standing on his long legs, man spreading so you're able to kneel comfortably between them. his dark eyes locked onto yours without blinking. taehyung's focus was solely on you. he reached down to gently stroke your tear streaked cheeks, it was such a tender touch compared to how hard and throbbing he was against your lips.

“you ready baby?” he murmurs.

you flushed, parting your lips slowly as you enveloped him with your mouth lapping onto the very tip of him as his taste fills your senses. his hand continued to stroke your cheek like you were his darling even as you sucked deeper.

“ugh!” he hissed, hips twitching as he lets you set the pace at first, loving the way you lap at his tip.

“your mouth feels like heaven... keep those pretty eyes on me, don't look away.”

the eye contact made it even more intoxicating as you tried to look up at him through blurry vision due to your tears and it made it even more intimate while he hit the back of your throat.

“just like that.” his head falls back onto the couch with a gasp.

jungkook follows soon, walking up to you with his belt, pulling your mouth off taehyung's cock with a slight tug in your hair that makes you moan. he was so impatient and rough after waiting so long for everyone to have their turns, his hand gripping your hair hard enough for pain to mix with pleasure. taehyung watches with a smirk, a little annoyed that his fun was cut short but he lets the youngest have his fun.

jungkook clasped the belt around your throat like a collar making you gasp, he used it as a handle as he pushed his cock inside your mouth in one go. he growled at the feeling, rolling his hips, throaty noises coming out of you from how immediately he reached the depths of your throat.

“take it deeper… ugh just like that.”

his hips delivered more sharp pumps while pulling your head forward with the help of the belt and you struggled to breathe properly, choking on his cock and your tears, he slowed just a little after a while.

“breathe through your nose baby. you're doing amazing.” he grumbles.

you breathe shakily as he pulls his cock out for a bit to let you breathe.

“mmph-”

your noise gets interrupted because he lets you take one inhale before driving back inside your mouth with full force. what started as you giving jungkook head led to more when the desperation in the group increased and they couldn't keep themselves away especially from how near they were from jerking off and also from the attention you've given to every single one of them differently and you knew what the men wanted without even proper words as you slowly started switching between all seven of them.

there were seven cocks surrounding you in a loose circle and you struggled to even focus properly. one moment your mouth was full with jimin's length sliding in and out of your mouth while yoongi's hand guided your hand to his cock from the side so you'd be able to jerk him off simultaneously.

“ah ah... mmmphmm.”

a mix of their husky moans and your muffled noises was all that could be heard. next you were turning to take namjoon's girth while both your hands jerked hoseok's and jin's cocks in rhythm. your palms were fully slick with spit and precum as you stroked them from the base to the tip.

“she's literally made for this.” namjoon rumbles as he holds your jaw, thrusting into your mouth.

“she can handle all of us together uh-huh?” jungkook lets out an amused groaned noise.

the different tastes and sizes were sensory overload for you, jin's cock filling your mouth and you also switched to sucking his balls like he liked while jungkook rubbed his dick against your face, leaving wet trails of precum on your pink cheeks. their hands didn't leave your body either, fingers tweaking your nipples, stroking your thighs or even guiding your head to the next cock. all this made you drip all over the floor, your pussy producing so much essence. you pulled off taehyun's cock with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his tip, only for hoseok to messily kiss you right after, his tongue tangling with yours and he growls at the saltiness from everyone before pushing your mouth back to yoongi's cock.

“oh...” you squealed.

when taehyung rubbed his cock against your cleavage, sliding down to flick your abused nipple with the tip of his cock

“tae pass her to me.” jungkook breathes out.

you whimpered as taehyung pushed your head on jungkook's cock so you'd be able to suck onto him while you twisted and pumped other cocks, occasionally leaning to lick or suck on balls or kiss the heads messily. no one came yet, they were holding back and edging themselves while you rotated between two or three cocks demanding your attention.

they noticed the way your thighs trembled and the sticky mess that was falling on the cushion between your legs and they didn't like neglecting you like that while you were working so hard on them. a shared look of understanding passed between taehyung and jungkook before they kneeled in front of you, making your eyes widen as they positioned you so your legs are spread while your mouth and hands are still able to work on others.

“ah-hahh, shit…”

jungkook and taehyung bury their heads between your spread thighs, their hot mouths devouring your pussy with hunger as your mouth couldn’t stop producing mindless noises. jungkook's tongue dragged slowly from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit in long strokes, his lip piercing hitting your clit every time, sending shivers up your spine with every pass. taehyung focused on tracing every fold with the tip of his tongue, sucking on your clit whenever jungkook moved his focus on your opening.

“hmm...”

he hummed, the vibration along with the dual sensations was overwhelming. both their mouths worked insistently as if they had all the time in the world, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other sloppily while your hips bucked. around you, the other five men stroked their thick cocks with pumps of their fists, their dark eyes locked on your writhing body.

“fuckk.” namjoon breathes.

his large hand gripped his length firmly, thumb swiping over the leaking tip as he watched jungkook's tongue disappear inside you continuously. you looked so goddamn pretty taking both their tongues like that.

“she's making a mess joon. watch how much she’s leaking.”

seokjin's lips curved up in a smirk as he let out a raspy chuckle with namjoon, both of them stroking their cocks side by side.

“she sure is.” he groans.

jin couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to grope one of your heaving tits to roll and pinch the nipple until you whimpered. hoseok's hips suddenly snapped forward, slapping against your parted lips. he panted smearing his precum on your bottom lip.

“mmph!” you let out a muffled sob when in one go, hoseok stuffs your mouth full of cock, almost cutting off your airflow, his eyes growing half lidded with lust and pleasure. yoongi and jimin were almost hypnotized with the sight of your pussy being so thoroughly eaten as hoseok grabs the belt around your throat that was being used as a collar and uses it as leverage to fuck your throat. pulling you closer with sharp tugs of the belt, fucking your mouth like his personal sex toy while choking you with the collar.

gluck. gluck. gluck.

the wet sounds of your throat getting fucked were all that was ringing in your ears along with the obscene slurps and sucks from between your legs. the men around you let out shared masculine moans and groans. you let out broken whines that you couldn’t hold back no matter how hard you tried, struggling to breathe.

“oh god...”

jungkook growled against your cunt as the two mouths between your thighs pushed you higher and higher. they held you apart when your thighs trembled so the others could get the perfect view.

“you're clenching so damn much baby.”

taehyung grumbles as two of his fingers slide inside you effortlessly from how slippery and wet you were while jungkook's tongue focused on your clit with renewed vigor.

“she's probably gonna cum again… she’s squirming so much.” jimin says and the other men made noises of affirmations.

hoseok pulled his cock out not giving you a chance to catch your breath as yoongi takes position and is already grabbing a fistful of your hair. he feeds you his cock and you couldn't help but clench on jungkook's tongue, making him let out a muffled groan, diving in again while taehyung latched onto your clit.

“taste so fucking sweet, are you gonna cum again for us princess?” taehyung pulls back enough to speak.

“ummmhg.” you let out a whine on yoongi's cock and he smirked

“yeah you will?”

one of his fingers joining to curl inside your pussy, making you sob, your eyes closing on their own. the others around you stroked their cocks right in front of your faces, stroking faster and faster, their breaths growing ragged muscles tensing. they also made you switch between sucking cocks of whomever you could and squeezing until you almost forgot whose cock you were touching or whose one was getting inside your mouth, you just blindly followed whatever they guided on you while jungkook and taehyung kept fingering and licking you beneath, stroking their own cocks. your boobs sometimes groped or squeezed against their cocks and also slid against each other. their eyes devouring your tear streaked flushed face, your body twitching hard.

you knew that they were so close. one by one they began to cum in sequence. all you could hear were groans and curses and the noises of liquid hitting the floor. jungkook pulled back from your pussy when he reached his peak with a harsh breath, stroking himself furiously over your mound before letting thick ropes of cum land across your pussy lips and clit, painting them white.

“fuuuuck yes marking this cunt right up.”

he hissed through gritted teeth while taehyung continued licking around the mess tasting your juices and jungkooks release mixed together with a moan his hand working faster as well. you pant against jimin's thigh, your forehead rested against it, all your attention diverted to the men coming around you instead of your own pleasure. namjoon aimed for your open mouth as you panted, his cum shooting across your tongue.

“shallow for me, take every drop.”

he commanded and you obeyed, gulping down everything. there was a slight bitter edge to his cum and you loved it. seokjin followed next, groaning deeply as he came across your tits and stomach, squeezing the last beads onto your skin while you squirmed.

“shitt yes yes...”

hoseok lets out groans as he cums against your cheek and lips, some landing on your tongue as you lick it up instinctively. jimin and yoongi targeted your breasts and belly, adding to the mess that now coated your upper body and within a few minutes, taehyung cums all over your ass cheeks too. the sticky warm fluid was everywhere and there was so much of it sliding over your curves, dripping down your sides and mixing with your sweat. fingers from some of them joined in pushing their combined release into your mouth, feeding you more as you moaned around the digits.

“such a good little cumslut.”

yoongi murmurs, roughly pushing two fingers coated in cum past your lips for you to suck clean. the taste of their release mixed together was so erotic that you couldn't stop gasping and whimpering. their cum slid down your forehead and eyelashes and they loved it, it made them even more possessive at the sight of you glazed by them.

you were their personal canvas.

taehyung scooped some of his cum from your ass and brought it to your lips too.

“shallow it all down baby, show us how much you love being ours.” he exhales.

jungkook and hoseok rubbed their softening cocks against your cum covered tits, smearing the white fluid further while namjoon and jin worked with their fingers to gather more and feed it to you, making you drink copious amounts of seed.

jin made you clean his cock properly while he groaned in approval before yoongi joined in, letting you clean every trace of his release, sucking at the tip while he stroked your hair. hoseok went next, guiding your head as you took him deeper while residual cum dripped from your chin and onto his shaft. he murmurs out soft praises while you move to clean namjoon as well with slow licks, smiles on all their faces in the afterglow.

you cleaned taehyung and jungkook together while they caressed your cheeks sweetly, ending with jimin, finishing cleaning all of them thoroughly.

your breasts heaved with every inhale as there was silence for a bit while you leaned there on the floor, your thighs quivering from the multiple edges they'd brought you with their tongues and fingers. your mind was hazy after giving all of them head even though they'd made you swallow a lot of it. cum still dropped slowly from your chin and onto your collarbone, you could still taste some on your lips. jungkook panted and moved closer first as he looked at you with lingering hunger as he brushed a strand of hair from your sticky forehead.

“so beautiful covered in us... you took everything we gave you.” he murmurs in genuine awe.

taehyung nodded in response.

“are you feeling okay y/n?”

the others gathered closer too. hoseok wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, jimin biting his lip as he admired the view and yoongi watched you, all of them waiting for your response. you nodded weakly at first, your throat hurting from sucking them and the constant moaning.

“i... am good more than good, that was...”

you couldn't find the proper words to finish your sentence but you were honest, it was everything and you shifted slightly, still feeling the ache of your unfinished release. the men exchanged glances, silent communication passing through them.

“she's still with us guys.”

jungkook said with a grin, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead. jin reaches down to take off the belt from around your throat, letting you breathe properly. the belt left a pink mark that made them let out appreciative noises.

“drink some water first, you've worked hard and if we're gonna keep this going, you need to stay hydrated.”

hoseok coos as he walks over to grab a cool water bottle from the fridge, having no shame in walking around naked, his cock bouncing and it makes you flush harder. he uncapped it, holding it to your lips himself, tilting it carefully so you could sip slowly. it soothed your raw throat as you drank greedily, some of it spilled down your throat mixing with their cum.

even drinking water looked sinful on you.

they let you rest for a few longer minutes, their presence comforting you, hands roaming soothingly on your body while murmuring praises about how responsive you've been and how well you took them.

“think she's ready for more?” taehyung asked the group.

“she's nodding already, she's eager... aren't you angel?”

you smiled as you let out a sigh.

“yeah... i wanna continue.”

you admitted, your voice gaining new strength, no longer hoarse after the water and the break from them. the men lit up with renewed need, their cocks already twitching back to life at your words.

after a few more minutes of the rest period, they also helped wipe you clean with some tissues, not wanting you to be uncomfortable because of the stickiness and for what was coming next and they did that slowly, taking their time even if some of their cocks were already standing hard.

seokjin scooped you up as if you weighed nothing and into a bridal style, your body pressing against his chest. you gasped at the sudden lift, your arms wrapping around his neck, feeling his heart thud beneath your palm which told you that his heartbeat matched with yours. the others followed as jin carried you upstairs, your head resting against his chest, inhaling his scent.

“we've got you beautiful.” jin whispered.

they led you into the massive master bedroom which had a soft light giving a sensual glow. jin laid you gently in the very center of the bed, your body sinking into the mattress while they stood taking you in and how your thighs pressed together instinctively. there was so much desperation and anticipation. you were gonna lose a lot of fluids before the nights over so they were glad that you drank water.

“tell us baby... do you wanna keep going?”

you nodded, feeling impatient but still a little over the moon from their constant checks but you felt so good and naughty that you couldn't stop anymore.

“i want you all raw please... i-i'm on birth control, i want you inside..” you whine sultrily.

you didn't give them a moment to react before you shifted onto your hands and knees in the center of the bed, arching your back, invitingly presenting yourself to him. your ass swayed slightly as you looked over your shoulder and at them with half lidded eyes, your hair falling on one shoulder.

“make me yours tonight, use me like your little toy.”

the words came out confidently with no hint of nervousness, all your shyness and shame gone as you wiggled your hips in an attempt to seduce as if they weren't already. your spread thighs gave them the best view of your cum soaked puffy pussy. you have no idea what you've just unleashed and you're gonna face the consequences of that.

“did you hear that guys? she's already begging to be bred.” namjoon said with a wicked smile.

“that's exactly what we're gonna do.” jimin adds.

they couldn't wait to watch you take every load of cum inside your pussy. they've been pretty lenient with your mouth but they don't think that they'll go any easier on all your holes when you've just given them free rein. hours of pleasure were still to arrive.

yoongi of course was the first one to claim you based on the knowing look from the others who knew that he was going to be first as a primal look took place in his expression. without a word at first, he pulled you onto his lap in reverse cowgirl position making you yelp. your back pressed flush against his chest so that every other man in the room had a perfect view of your body. he gripped your hips firmly before one wrapped up to wrap around your throat making your breath hitch.

“y-yoongi..” you stammered as he bites your earlobe.

“sir. call us sir.” he corrects you, making you swallow, already lifting your hips enough to keep you suspended over his cock.

“sir... ahhh, oh my gosh.”

he rolls his hips, letting the head of his cock drag between your folds teasingly before notching himself right at your entrance and sliding inside you inch by inch while you can't stop writhing.

“nghh.” you let out a mewl when he was fully seated and he didn't waste much time before starting to thrust, the head of his cock dragging inside you with every grind making your walls flutter around him.

“so fucking tight.”

he grunts, his eyes half closing. the feeling was better than any drugs or money could provide, the feeling of your warm tight hole around him. the other men were already feeling jealous and extremely impatient, wanting to get a feel of your pussy too. they started pumping their cock with their hands, all their eyes locked on where yoongi's cock disappeared inside your dripping cunt.

in and out. in and out.

“ahh fuck... you're squeezing me so good like you never want me to leave this pussy.” he growls.

his thrusts remained torturous, sometimes circling his hips in a way to make him go deep and it made you let out the most delicious noises, his lips brushing against your ear as his grip on your throat tightened just a fraction. his free hand slid down to spread your folds wider with two fingers to expose you for the viewing pleasure of others and they could see every intricate detail of how he fucked you. the way his cock filled you and pressed against your inner walls, your body trembled as did your thighs on either side of his legs from their gazes.

you were also shocked at how they were all rock hard again so soon, their cocks hard and heavy as they jerked themselves lazily, enjoying the show yoongi was putting on. your pussy clenched around yoongi's length as he fucked you with measured thrusts that seemed to reach deeper than physically possible. the hand around your throat made your head spin, heightening every sensation until you felt like you might shatter. you were also having a cock inside you after years and he was so big that you couldn't remain still, it felt like you might shatter any moment.

“yoongi… oh god, it's so deep.” you gasped out, hands gripping his thighs for leverage as you tried to meet his thrusts.

he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back as he picks up the pace just a notch, snapping his hips up.

“too much for you huh?”

“let them know how much you love it shitt.”

he sent you spiraling, your walls fluttering as you felt the orgasm build for the second time tonight, your entire body tensing. the others couldn't take their eyes off you, their chests tightening along with their hands on their cocks. with a final deep thrust and a loud groan, he buried himself fully inside you, his cock twitching as he spilled thick ropes of cum inside you.

“yess yes...”

you babbled as his cock kept moving, some of his cum pushing out with his pumps. it triggered your own climax crashing over you hard making you convulse hard around him, your juices coming out as your back arched against him.

“that's it.”

he encouraged, his hand loosening on your throat to grip both your thighs as he kept going slowly through both your orgasms, ensuring you felt every throb. the others let out groans as well, their strokes pausing momentarily at how you both orgasmed.

“you tired her out already man.” hoseok laughed breathlessly, his cock twitching.

yoongi stayed inside you for a long moment, grinding to push his cum deeper as you rested against him while breathing hard. he didn't wanna leave the feel of you around him so soonbbut he reluctantly eased out with a wet pop, a trail of fluid leaking down your thighs. you made a frustrated little sound at the empty feeling. hoseok gave yoongi a smirk, the energy was practically wafting off him even before he reached you as he patted yoongi on the shoulder.

“you set the bar high didn't you huh?”

yoongi's lips curled, feeling satisfied but already looking forward to his next turn with you.

“take your time with her then.” he whispers to hoseok.

you were already limp, pussy clenching around nothing, eyes glassy as you looked up at hoseok. he flipped you onto all fours, positioning you to face the large mirror on the opposite wall so you could watch yourself while the others got a view too and it already has you panting. he lined up behind you and right on your slit, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. he didn't give you any moment to suck in a breath, it was so abrupt it knocked the air out of your lungs. he slammed home all the way inside with one thrust, stretching you open again amidst yoongi's cum.

“ahhh!” you screamed.

the hard fucking began immediately, his hips snapping forward relentlessly, his balls hitting your clit with every deep plunge. each thrust drove you forward slightly on the bed, your breasts swinging while you watched your face contorted in pleasure in the mirror along with the way his cock drove inside you and it made you even hornier and turned on.

“look at yourself and how good this cunt is taking my cock.” he snarled.

his one hand fisted your hair to keep your head up, forcing you to watch yourself. the others made manly noises enthusiastically, full of dirtiness.

“go harder hobi, she loves it rough.” jungkook urged

“she's absolutely gone.” jimin chuckles darkly, watching you in the mirror, leaning closer for a better view.

“uh… uh… uh…”

you let out with each thrust of his. the position and the angle make hoseok hit that spot inside you over and over and especially that combined with the cum inside you makes everything wetter, sloppier, more obscene. your walls fluttered wildly as you felt another of your orgasms building so fast from the brutal pace.

“s-s-sir, it's so good gahh!” you moaned loudly, pushing back against him desperately.

hoseok had started pounding into you with an intensity, his hands gripping your hips to keep you anchored in one place, your walls fluttering around him as the pressure built higher and higher towards another peak. hoseok's breath came in growls as he chased his own release he was so close to.

“gonna fill this pretty pussy up.” he groans but just as your orgasm hovered right on the brink, it all suddenly stopped.

jungkook moved closer all of a sudden, his hand shooting forward with determination.

“it's my turn now.”

jungkook gruffs out. it was like he was possessed by lust at the sight of your pussy being taken by others and he couldn't control himself, all he wanted was to feel you around him and couldn't even wait for a single moment. he was already pulling hoseok back by the shoulder and he let out a frustrated groan, his cock slipping out of your dripping heat.

“jungkook what the fuck? i was so close, she was right there clenching like she was going to cum any second too.”

hoseok complained, his cock throbbing angrily in the air, glistening as he shot jungkook a half annoyed and half amused glare, wiping sweat from his brow as he stepped aside reluctantly.

“you can have her right after man.” jungkook promised with a smirk at his lips. he scooped you up in a second from the bed as if you were nothing more than a delicate doll made for his pleasure.

“right now i wanna have her like this and fuck her.” he declared smugly, his eyes locked on yours in a way that makes your stomach flip.

it makes you let out a long moan because you loved it and this is what you wanted, wanted them to reduce you to their sexual plaything to pass around and claim as they pleased and it sent a shameful heat to your core. it turned you on more than you care to admit. another gush of wetness trickled down your thighs as jungkook maneuvered you into position. everyone was silent for a beat, a little shocked at the raw power jungkook exerted himself when he lifted you completely off the ground and into a full suspended hold, his strong arms hooked under your knees, folding your legs up and apart and blanching you like that, completely immobilizing you and exposing you. somehow the position made your puffy pussy get even more exposed to everyone. your back pressed against his chest while he stood as if he wasn't just balancing your whole body with just his arms alone.

you yelped sharply at the vulnerability of it all, your body suspended mid air, utterly at his mercy, your heels dangling.

“j-jungkook—”

he cut off your words with a click of his tongue, making a disapproving noise.

“yoongi specified to call us all 'sir' didn't he? you're seeking to get punished hmm?”

your lips part from his words, the position working against you in the nastiest way.

“i'm sorry sir.” you signed.

“now that's more like it.”

“she looks so helpless like that.” namjoon murmurs from the side, watching the way your pussy lips parted invitingly.

“jungkook's showing off his strength again.”

taehyung nods, grabbing a cigarette from the drawer beside him and lighting it with a flick of his lighter, taking a puff of smoke and blowing it out while his other hand strokes his cock.

“stretch that cunt wide for us.” seokjin grins.

“she's probably just soaking even more just from being held like that.”

hoseok adds, watching patiently, waiting to strike as soon as jungkook finishes but enjoying the show as well. jungkook adjusted his grip, his cock nudging insistently against your entrance. he teases you for a bit, rubbing the broad head up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your essence while you whimpered and squirmed in his hold.

“you want this don't you baby? want me to fuck you mid air like the needy slut you are for us?” he growled hotly against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“ohh yes please sirr... fuck me..”

and as quick as those words left your lips, jungkook slowly buried himself inside you, the sheer force lifting you slightly higher before gravity pulled you back down on his length. you saw stars behind your eyes from his size and the position made you tighter than anything. you cried out when he started moving using his immense strength to bounce you up and down his cock. each upward drive of his hips sent his cock slamming into you, producing loud wet noises as your juices coated him and dropped down onto the floor below.

“aaahh… yes…”

your body jolted, tits jiggling wildly, your head thrown back against his shoulder as moans poured uncontrollably from your lips. he kept his hands tight below your thighs, it kept unable to do anything more than take everything he gave you. his muscles strained from the efforts, veins popping along his arms and neck but he showed no signs of tiring, only pure focus.

“shittt she's creaming all over your cock already.” jimin observed.

“pound that pussy kook.” taehyung whistles, taking in another puff of his cigarette.

“don't forget to save some for me later, you greedy brat.”

hoseok added with a laugh. jungkook was clearly wearing you out quickly and the words from them only seemed to fuel him further. his thrusts are growing faster and harder, your cries escalating. he adjusted the angle slightly, grinding deep on every downstroke so his cock head kissed your cervix repeatedly while your pussy tightly held him, he felt so much bigger than he already was. the pressure built rapidly inside you, the unfinished orgasm from hoseok has left it coming back in full force so that it was almost painful, your clit twitching hard and untouched.

“sirrr gahh fuck i'm gonna—” your voice breaks in a wail.

“cum for me, let everyone watch.”

he commanded through gritted teeth, his own release approaching fast as he felt your pussy spasming. a loud scream that ended in a sob left you as you came harder than you ever had, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you'd never squirted ever in your life and it was the very first time that your body couldn't keep up with it. clear fluid gushed out around his pistoning cock in squirts, soaking his thighs fully and landing so much of it down to the floor in a puddle. your vision whitened, every inch of your body locking up in ecstasy. jungkook groaned deeply, the feeling of your squirting pussy pushing him over the edge.

“fuckk yes take it all.”

he roared, burying himself as deep as he could, his cock pulsing hard inside you, thick cum flooding your womb in seconds, filling you to the brim. he held you there suspended, both of you panting and trembling, his cum mixing with your squirt.

“damnn she squirted so much...” hoseok grins, already moving closer.

“good job kook. now hand her over, i still need to finish what i started.”

jungkook slowly lowered you down onto the bed and you fell on your stomach from how exhausted you were even though you anticipated the other five of them. hoseok took his second turn hard and rough, he was already so close due to being inside your pussy the first time and the frustration had left him rougher than usual.

“fuckkk.” he snarls as he slides inside you with a loud noise from behind. you let out a wanton noise, murmuring his name.

“oh shit—oh shit—!”

you let out a string of curses when he reached around to rub your neglected clit in circles, feeling how engorged it is since nobody touched it for a while.

“goshhh yes.” you whined at it. your mouth fell open in an 'o' when it took him just a few more hard thrusts to fill you to the brim. there was so much cum from jungkook before as well that it soaked the sheets and made your thighs sticky with the creamy white mess. he pulled away from you with a shaky breath.

they let you have a few minutes of breath, your head buried on the pillow as your lower body quivered.

jin slowly walks forward, his hands settled on your back, caressing your sweaty skin. your hand fisted the sheets as you turned your head, your eyes longingly looking at his pouty lips and he didn't think twice and pressed his lips against yours, giving you a slow kiss. you whimpered when he pulled back, his arms pulling you close to him. his hands settled on your hips as he lay back against the pillows, one arm casually folding behind his head, his half lidded eyes sparkling with playfulness settled on you he guided you to straddle him, his thick cock standing proud and flushed against his abdomen.

“come on baby.” he whispers, stroking your ass.

“ride me. move those hips for me yeah?” he rasps. you felt a heat pool in your belly at his words as you sat on his hard stomach, breasts heaving as he cupped your cheek. your hips pressed against his abs, he helped you right above his cock, your breaths coming out fast.

“slowly…” he encouraged and you nodded jerkily as the head of him pressed against your puffy entrance.

you felt overstimulated in the best way and from cumming twice, it left you feeling floaty. he slowly stretched you open, giving you that burn that made your thighs tremble around his waist as you bore down more with a few gasps and sank down fully, his girth filling you completely until your ass met his hips and you were fully seated around him.

“hahhh!” you mewled as jin's face twisted in pleasure and at the feeling of your creamy cunt from all the loads you'd taken, it had left you warmer and even better inside. his free hand slid up your side before cupping one of your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipple in tiny flicks that sent jolts through you.

“fuckk that's it.”

he groaned, his head tilting back slightly to expose the column of his throat, his adam's apple bobbing as he savored the tight heat enveloping him.

“move sweetheart. ride my cock like you mean it.”

he didn't push you at all, his hand caressed one of your butt cheeks, holding it spread so the others from behind could stare at the way his cock was inside you while he let you set the pace. your hands braced on his chest for balance as you began to roll your hips, lifting and sinking down in a slow grinding rhythm that dragged his cock along your inner walls with every motion.

“nnn… nnn… ahhh…”

pleasure started to build and he didn't push you so you were able to please yourself on him and he understood that you were a bit overstimulated so this was really helping you as you enjoyed yourself.

he hit the best spots on every downward stroke and your toes curled at the tingling feeling, your breath came out in needy squeals. sweat trickled down your back as the pace gradually quickened, your breasts bouncing with the movement and jin was hypnotized with the motion. his hand tightened on you, his jaw clenching with restraint as he helped you bounce on him, just bucking his hips up a little bit to meet you driving himself deeper. quiet whimpers left you. from the side of the bed, yoongi had been watching his lips parted slightly, lost in his control even though he'd had this turn at the very beginning but he couldn't help it.

“can't just sit here and watch anymore.”

he mutters huskily as he moves closer on the bed, positioning himself right beside seokjin. his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as you continued riding seokjin and then his mouth was on you so suddenly you choked out and gripped his hair in shock.

“w-what—” you gasped when his mouth grabbed onto your clit, sucking onto it making your entire body jerk.

“mmm so sweet..”

he hummed as he circled your clit, flicking at it with his tongue, teasing it before sucking it fully inside his mouth. his tongue technology was everything, he was an expert and so skilled it was so good, he was the best at eating pussy, sometimes lapping along your folds where they stretched around jin's cock.

“nnn… y-yes.”

your eyes closes, your motions faltering on jin's cock from taking both of them. it felt too much with the drag of jin's cock combined with yoongi's expert mouth devouring you. you almost lost yourself in the sensation of yoongi's tongue when a burst of pain from the spank of jin's hand made your eyes pop open with a cry, his hand immediately soothing the spot.

“don't stop moving.” jin commanded, a glare on his face, delivering another slight spank that made your pussy clench hard around him.

“keep riding me while yoongi eats your clit. you can take it yeah?”

the pain pleasure mix made you moan loudly, your movements resuming on their own with urgency, grinding down harder and faster as yoongi's tongue lapped at the mess where you and seokjin were joined, tasting both of you and also the mix of others that leaked out of you without hesitation, letting out groans at the taste. the others eyes gleamed at the pornographic sight.

“look at her go.”

jungkook breathed, biting his lower lip, watching the way yoongi's tongue worked on you while you quivered constantly and drooled from how intense it was for you.

“ride him harder, make him feel it.” jimin calls out. the others laughed lazily at his words.

“don't go easy on her man!”

he didn't go easy on you at all as jin tensed beneath you, his hips snapping up more insistently now to meet your frantic rides, his cock swelling inside you.

“shit i'm gonna cum.” he gasped.

his hand that was behind his head now gripping your waist with both hands to pull you down hard repeatedly as he thrusts up at you.

“milk me baby cum with me.” he encourages roughly.

all this while, yoongi's tongue never stopped sucking on your clit with the perfect pressure.

“don't stop—don't—ahhh!”

“never gonna stop baby.”

jin promises and after a particularly harsh suck from yoongi that even jin could feel on his cock, he finishes with hot spurts of his cum flooding you that pushed you right over the edge. you came even faster and harder than you expected while his cock draws out every drop. you let out a series of gasps as juices mixed with his cum coated yoongi's chin as he continued licking through it to prolong the contractions. the full wet heat and the sting on your ass from the spanks made you feel like you broke as seokjin held you close, still impaled on his cock. yoongi pulled back with a satisfied noise, lips shiny and swollen.

before you could catch a breath, taehyung and jimin came over to you, not one but two and the thrill of what the two of them were going to do made your eyes go round comically. taehyung was the first to grab your waist and pull you firmly against his chest, the smell of tobacco and sex clinging to him, while jimin slid in from the other side, pressing against your back until the both of them sandwiched you, his lips brushing your ear as his fingers traced patterns on your skin.

“we've been waiting to feel this tight body up close.” jimin whispers, and taehyung nibbled at your collarbone.

“i can already tell she's gonna feel so tight around me.”

he adds, earning a smirk from jimin and you shuddered violently at their words. with slowness, taehyung and jimin both together worked to take off your thigh high stockings and your heels, taking off the only set of clothes on your body and now you were fully naked from head to toe. after that taehyung grabbed a silk tie from the drawer.

“put those hands up..” he coos and you gulp but obey shakily.

he bound your wrists above your head to the headboard. he tied it securely but not too tight, just enough to make sure you couldn't get out of it no matter how hard you tried. he leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your arms, lingering on the pulse point at your wrist, smiling at the way it raced.

“is this okay love? not too tight is it?” he asked and you nodded breathlessly, the vulnerability of being tied down made everything heightened for you. jimin watched, his hands already sliding down to pry your thighs wide apart.

“good.” jimin nods as he holds you open.

“damn they've really did a number on her…” jimin husks, watching the copious amount of cum your pussy seemed to leak.

taehyung settled between your thighs, not being able to hold himself back from the lewd sight of your stuffed cunt. his cock nudges against your folds, coating himself in your juices and he grunts at the feeling of hitting the tip of his cock on your clit, making your hips twitch with a whimper but jimin kept you pinned and open, not letting your thighs close. namjoon slowly joins the duo too, his hand cupping your jaw to turn your face toward him for a kiss.

“mnnn…” you let out a muffled noise, kissing him back, both your tongues tangling messily while his hand roamed to your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples. taehyung's cock finally on the other hand, pushed inside you inch by thick inch and you moaned and cried loudly into namjoon's mouth, who was busy sucking on your tongue, his fingers tugging your nipples until they ached.

“she feels incredible fuckk.”

taehyung groaned deeply as he bottomed out inside you, his hips flush against yours, pelvis grinding against you which stimulated your clit too.

“so tight so hot, this pussy was made for us wasn't it princess mhm?” he grumbles as he feels you pull him in deeper with every little twitch.

“unngh..”

you let out another moan against namjoon's mouth while taehyung pulled back almost completely before sliding in again with that torturous slowness, making his cock drag against your inner walls and it made a loud squelch sound from how wet you are. namjoon kissed you more insistently, his teeth grazing your lower lip before he pulled back to let you breathe as he watched your face contort from ecstasy, his fingers not stopping playing with your nipples, kneading the flesh until they were more swollen than before, it made a slight pain mix with it.

“hnngh… ngh… mmh…” you let out all your desired noises after namjoon pulled away. he sometimes focused on sucking on your nipple too.

“that's it tae fuck her, watch the way her pussy clenches around you hm.. she's loving every second,”

jimin was mesmerized with the way taehyungs cock slides in and out especially from getting a proper close up view now instead of standing away, his hands faltering on holding your thighs open. taehyung lets out an approved grunt at his words while you struggle to keep up with all three of them playing with your body like this, you can't even move or shift due to being tied down, your hands clenching into tight fists, knuckles turning white. tears welled in your eyes as taehyung hits your g-spot, his breathing growing ragged as he grows increasingly close to his release.

“i'm so close..” he groans, pounding into you, making your body shift forward so hard that you had to grip the headboard.

“ahh.”

you and taehyung let out shared groans as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. ropes of cum painted your inner walls as he stayed inside next for long moments, grinding to push his release deeper and leaning down into you, kissing your neck. taehyung shoots jimin a look before pulling out with a wet dirty sound, his cum already starting to leak from your used hole as jimin took his place seamlessly in the same missionary position. taehyung was the one now holding your thighs apart, spreading you wider so everyone could see the mess as jimin's cock slid between your cum slick pussy with ease from so much fluid making him so slippery that he lets out a breathless chuckle. namjoon shifted impatiently, watching taehyung and jimin take turns with you and he was the only one left so he rubbed his cock against the side of your face, smearing precum across your cheek before tapping it against your lips.

“open up angel, suck me while jimin fucks you.” he pants.

your lips part wetly to take him in as he slides inside and at the same time, jimin slides inside you.

“ugnngh!” you sobbed around namjoon's cock, tears streaming down your face.

“oh goddd she's even sloppier, it feels like heaven.”

you let out muffled groans around namjoon's shaft as he slowly started pumping. taehyung leaned down to kiss wherever he could reach, your neck, your breasts, your stomach while he kept your legs pinned. the others watched everything, the satisfied group did so after they had their chance, stroking themselves and throwing their dirty crude comments and murmuring among themselves about you and it makes you feel wilder. a bit more animalistic. you were completely a crying mess by now, your body trembling from the overstimulation from your cunt being taken again and again while you couldn't moan or breathe properly due to namjoon's cock. jimin's thrusts grew faster while you sucked namjoon. taehyung hadn't let you cum earlier so even before jimin had cum, you started cumming on him while thrashing, your hair falling messily on your face, your pussy clenching and gushing. your body tried to buck but couldn't from your hands being tied and your legs held.

“yesss!”

jimin moans out, letting out some sweet whimpers too at how hard you were clenching on him like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. namjoon held your head steadily, giving a few thrusts before pulling back slightly from your mouth and you gasped for air loudly.

“she's our girl for sure… keep going jimin.” namjoon snarls.

the feeling of you cumming around his cock so quick made him cum almost soon after as well, some landing on your stomach as namjoon watched, stroking his saliva coated cock. namjoon carefully turned you onto your stomach and then guided your hips up, positioning you on your knees while your upper body remained pressed against the sheets. he spread your ass to press his throbbing cock against your pussy, groaning low in his throat. behind you, jungkook moved in closer, his lip piercing pressing against your skin as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, your stomach flutters at having him close once again.

“we're gonna take you together now baby, me in this tight ass while namjoon takes this pussy, do you understand?”

“i wanna hear you say it...” he rasps.

your mind was hazy with lust, tears of pleasure drying on your cheeks, it's like you existed for it only and you were willing to take whatever they gave you.

“y-yes p-please... i want it please.” you gasped out, needily pushing back against namjoon's cock.

“i want both of you.”

jungkook chuckles against your skin as he reaches for the bottle of lube on the bedside table that taehyung has brought with him while coming upstairs as if he just knew it'd be needed again soon. he poured a generous amount over his cock, stroking himself slowly, mixing his precum with him and making himself so slick while he breathed heavily. he added more lube directly to the right ring of muscle of your ass that was exposed from being held open by namjoon. he did it patiently, coating your outside completely and some of the cum and fluids had also dripped down to your ass so you were already so wet but he didn't wanna hurt you in any way and wanted to make sure that you were comfortable.

“ohh...”

you moaned when one of his fingers penetrated you, lubing your insides too while namjoon continued rubbing his cock head against your pussy, dipping just the tip in and out to keep you on edge making you tense.

“relax i'm gonna make it feel so good for you sweet girl.”

jungkook promised, his free hand keeps your ass cheeks spread more as he worked a second finger in scissoring to prepare you just like yoongi had done downstairs. he crooked his fingers just right, brushing against the special spot making you sputter as your head thrashed side to side, not being able to make much movement from being tied down. namjoon leaned down, his chest pressing against your back.

“you're taking kook's fingers like a champ.” he praised.

when jungkook finally deemed you ready, your ass stopped clenching too tight and had started fluttering instead in anticipation. he pulled his fingers free and lined up his lubed cock at your ass.

“ohhhhh fuck…”

you sobbed when your ass stretched immensely around his cock, your entire body shaking as he sank deeper, his groans mixing with yours at the feel of the tight channel.

“so fucking tight, let me in... yes.” he gritted out, one hand reaching around to rub your clit to distract you from the pain and it definitely did help as you breathed in and out.

when jungkook was halfway in, namjoon thrusted forward, burying his massive cock into your pussy in one stroke from how slick and gaping you were from taking multiple dicks there and jungkook was on the way to doing to the same training for your asshole too. it felt so overwhelmingly good yet so much, both their cock's met each other through the wall separating your holes, creating a pressure that made your eyes roll back so hard that there was only white visible, your legs kicking on the edge of the bed. namjoon's cock hit that perfect spot inside you while jungkook created a deeper fullness. it felt weird to have something inside your ass but it was forbiddenly good and you wanted more of it, your eyes went unseeing when he went all the way inside, pushing and gushing so much. the lube made everything slick and slippery so jungkook slided in and out with ease. they alternated, one pulling out while the other pushed in, thrusts that rocked your entire body upwards as you held onto the headboard desperately.

“hah… hahgh o-oh.”

namjoon growls, his hand fisting in your hair so your head shifts slightly and the others can see your blissed out face. jungkook's hips snapped harder, his balls slapping against your ass as he buried himself to the hilt. you couldn't stop making wanton noises, your stomach coiling from the dual penetration and it seemed to edge you so fast.

“i'm… i'm gonna oh—”

you wailed as you heard the slapping noises of skin meeting skin and the way namjoon and jungkook fucked you. the others around you were jerking their cocks faster so fascinated yet feeling so animal at the scene before the and they were so close to losing all self control.

you came hard around namjoon's cock, your pussy clenching violently around his shaft while your ass fluttered on jungkook's cock. your limbs shook uncontrollably against the ties as your forehead rested on the headboard as you tried to breathe wildly. namjoon followed right after, his thrusts growing erratic as he buried himself deep and came flooding your pussy with cum.

“fucking shitt.”

he lets out a string of curses, grinding deeper against you to push his release deeper while jungkook continues fucking your ass through the orgasm, drawing it out until you are oversensitive, his cock inside your ass makes you forget about the overstimulation of your pussy momentarily. the feeling of namjoon's cum leaking around his cock as he stayed inside you combined with jungkook's pace left your mind fully blank, you couldn't even produce proper words other than helpless moans. the aftershocks making your holes flutter around their cocks as they held you there, not pulling out yet

namjoon and jungkook slowly pulled out of you after a while, there seemed to be a certain shift in the air, like the wait had finally snapped. after seeing your flexibility and impressive energy, capable of being able to take two cocks at a time. they surrounded you on the bed, closing in like you had nowhere to escape.

namjoon and jungkook and taehyung were still beside you, their eyes all holding obsession and need as their eyes traced your flushed trembling form and the way that there was a large wet spot on the sheets. your wrists were freed from the tie by yoongi so you won't be restricted and they could put you in any position they want.

“color?” hoseok asks you with genuine concern.

“if it's too much, tell us.” taehyung adds.

his hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your swollen lip. their hands hovering, cocks leaking against your thigh but waiting for your consent before proceeding, knowing you already took a lot. jimin leaned in to press a kiss against your temple.

“you're shaking so much but we won't push you unless you're okay.” hoseok croons while you gasp for breath, your heart pounding and slowing down as minutes pass by.

“green...”

that's the only word you managed to get out as you looked at them with glassy eyes and they all groaned together.

“that's our girl for sure.”

jungkook grumbles and the others made noises of agreement at how perfect you are and how your body opened up and gave itself to them so easily even after everything, you wanted to take more. they knew that you were the one for them.

they closed in fully and before you knew it, hands and mouths were on you all at once and everywhere. kisses went down your neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach, open mouthed kisses. teeth grazed your collarbones while tongues soothed the sting, fingers tangling in your hair and stroking your sides and ass. they teased every sensitive spot on your body. it was sensory overload as the heat of their bodies pressed close.

“haa…”

jimin was the first to claim your pussy, sliding his cock through your slit with a groan. he pushed in slowly at first, feeling your walls trying to pull him in like a magnet from earlier orgasms. namjoon positioned himself behind you, his cock pressing against your asshole. he didn't need to use more lube because there were already residuals of it from earlier and you were so full of fluids.

“gahh!”

you made a throaty noise, hands fisting the bedsheets as he worked his way inside your ass as well. jimin's thrusts rubbed against that spot inside you perfectly while namjoon's cock filled your ass. their hips snapping in sync, both their heavy cocks slapping against you, making pating noises while you sobbed out almost pornographic noises, not even recognizing the noises you made yourself. at the same time jungkook moved closer to your head, his hand wrapped around your cock, guiding your mouth open with the tip of it.

“let me feel that throat baby.” he growls, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he pushes deeper.

you moaned loudly as he immediately hit the back of your throat, tears welling in your eyes anew while jimin and namjoon continued fucking. taehyung on the other hand, slides his heavy cock between your breasts, squeezing them together around his length with a groan which were bouncing automatically from thrusts causing friction on his length.

“these are so soft.” he grunts. he loved the way they felt around his cock, his precum causing his dick to glide easily, his thumbs flicking your nipples with every moment. jin and hoseok claim your hands next, wrapping your fingers around their throbbing cocks. your palms were guided up and down their lengths with their larger hands covering yours, setting a firm pace.

“stroke me good baby.” hoseok says, their hips bucking into your grip, abs flexing.

“gahhsh hahh mmphh.”

you make mindless muffled sobbing noises on jungkook's cock while being stimulated in every way possible. they continued without pause, jimin fucking your pussy with deep strokes while namjoon pounded your ass. jungkook used your mouth like a toy, like it was just a warm wet sleeve for him to use as he alternated between deep throats and quicker thrusts. taehyung's cock slid messily between your breasts, leaving them glistening and he let out grunts. jin's and hoseok's cocks were twitching in your grip.

yoongi was the only one left to join and he was standing close to the bed, watching everything and the chaos with feral eyes, tracking every noise of yours and the slap of skin as the other men claimed you. his hand paused on his cock, his chest rising and falling as he saw you being used so thoroughly. jimin was buried deep inside your pussy already but yoongi could see the way your walls clenched and fluttered, begging for more. the stretch was not yet complete and that alone made his cock twitch. you were his adorable little slut and stretched so wide and still hungry for more. the other men also noticed that yoongi didn't join as they egged him on, turning to look at him.

“yoongi's been holding back.”

hoseok chuckled, guiding your hand along his cock. his other hand kept you steady on jungkook so your mouth kept working on him.

“come on yoongi, join us.”

jimin groaned in agreement, his hips never slowing as he looked at yoongi with a flushed smile, knowing exactly what he wants. they've known each other well enough to understand what the other wants without words and right now yoongi holding back means he wants something different, the way his eyes were fixated on your gaping pussy told him exactly that.

“she's so fucking tight even now… but we can make her take us both. get over here and stretch our girl.”

yoongi finally pushed off the bed, his cock bobbing heavily as he approached, making the men chuckle between groans while you struggled to keep up with their words or even understand what they're saying. he added more lube over his length, adding even more to where jimin was already connected to you. the head of his cock pressed against your already stuffed entrance, teasing over the stretched rim where jimin was inside.

“go for it.” jimin smirks at him and yoongi hums.

“you want this baby? want both our cocks splitting this pussy wide open?” yoongi murmurs, his free hand stroking your bulging tummy gently, feeling the outline of jimin inside you. all you could respond with was a muffled sob around jungkook's cock as tears and snot left you, your mind melting.

“that's a yes.” jungkook replies to yoongi with a grin, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

your vision blurs when yoongi finally pushed in alongside jimin causing such a burning stretch like you were going to tear open, forcing two massive cocks all the way in together. inch by inch, yoongi's length slid home, the lube easing the way but not diminishing the intense fullness as your tummy visibly bulges outward even more prominently at the dual intrusion.

“hnnngh... mm...” you sputtered with wide eyes around jungkook's cock.

the men groaned, their hands roaming your body, all focused on watching the way you took three cocks, two cocks inside your pussy and namjoon still pounding your ass. your belly bulged with each thrust until you could feel every bit of the detail and veins of their cock. you've never felt so full and complete in your life. the masochist in you barely registered the pain and only focused on the way you were being claimed so thoroughly. yoongi and jimin found a rhythm together, their cocks rubbing against each other, it sent white hot sparks exploring through their nerves. your pussy was overfilled and cum frothing at your entrance with every plunge, dripping down to where namjoon was hammering your ass in perfect counterpoint. jungkook pulls out from your mouth to let you breathe understanding your need for it.

“ah-ah-ah-ah—fuck!”

they treated you like you were a breeding toy, namjoon's hand pressing down on your lower back to arch you further, deepening the triple penetration.

“we're gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else. gonna pump you so full of cum you'll be leaking for days.” jungkook snarls, spitting inside your mouth as you wail, his hand stroking your tear streaked face as he jerks off right on your cheek.

“our cumdump..”

yoongi groans, giving you a few more pounds. you were spiraling higher and higher, murmuring and screaming nonsense, your brain's functions lost, while they were hitting spots inside you you didn't even know existed, rearranging and jostling your insides. just then namjoon leaned down to pinch your clit hard between his thumbs. you fully lost your mind.

“AHHHHHHHH!”

you let out such a loud scream that you were sure others outside the penthouse could hear despite it being soundproof as you gagged repeatedly on jungkook's cock, your breasts beingsqueezed hard by taehyung. you orgasmed hard, pussy cleaning down like a vice, milking yoongi's and jimin's cocks as so much liquid squirted out of you, soaking everyone. your entire lower body was soaked and their thighs were mixing with saliva and precum, your throat constricting around jungkook's. your vision blackened and you fell forward, almost like you lost your senses. yoongi snarled through gritted teeth, his hips rocking faster.

thrust. thrust. thrust.

that was what all of them were doing, jungkook inside your mouth, hoseok and jin fucking your fists, taehyung using your breasts while namjoon fucked your ass and jimin and yoongi fucking your pussy, all their faces contorted, not being able to stop moaning, pushing you to hypersensitivity and every inch of your body felt like it was burning and on fire. they didn't stop continuing to fuck you until they all started cumming, one by one they came all over your body and face and inside all your holes.

all you could smell was sex, sweat, raw masculinity and cigarettes, it all mixed together into something extremely lewd. so much liquid sloshing in your belly, becoming inflated as namjoon, yoongi and jimin dumped it inside you. you all felt less human and more animal like, sex beasts where nothing was enough and the night still wasn't over.

the night went on like that and the hours felt like an endless haze of pleasure as the seven of them continued to use you like their personal fucktoy, rotating through every single one of your holes until no part of you was untouched. groans, moans, cries and the slap of skin against skin were all that could be heard.

creampies after creampies.

“who do you think made her cum the hardest huh? i bet it was me hitting her spot just right.” jungkook chuckled deeply, gripping your ass.

“nahh kook, it was me definitely.” yoongi interrupts.

“y/n baby, tell them, whose dick wrecked you the most?”

but you could barely form words, your mind foggy and from overstimulation so they gave you another round just to prove among themselves actually who was capable of making you cum the hardest as if they all didn't successfully do so several times already. they passed you around with ease, each man claiming a turn while others watched or strokes themselves and joined in to heighten the torment. they also competed about who could make you scream or cry the loudest as they shifted you into several different positions. you were shocked at your body for being so flexible. you didn't even remember your own name at this point as the rotation continued relentlessly.

hours went on with edging and making you cum, sometimes with mating press position or putting both your legs over their shoulders and sometimes they gave it to you in the spoon position so they could take their time with you passionately while they talked among themselves, always discussing who gets to have you next or in which position to put you in.

“y/n are you still with us or did we fuck you dumb already?”

you were far from responding to them, only letting out garbled noises, your body taking them all even now, you felt like you were in heaven and hell together from the pleasure and from the sensitivity. the gangbang went on until you felt like your pussy and ass overflowed with their cum that was constantly pushed back in by insistent fingers and cocks. the sheets were fully ruined, drenched in sweat, saliva and semen, your body was soaked from head to toe too as they made sure not a drop of their cum went to taste. even if they argued among themselves about who made you cum the hardest but at this point your body reacted to even the little brush of fingers because of how hyper used you felt as you babbled incoherently still pushing back against several cocks.

you were also shocked at how much raw energy they had that even after so many orgasms and such exerted force they could still go on, their cocks seeming to get hard within minutes of release but soon you felt them slowly growing exhausted as well after hours of claiming you.

you saw the first hints of morning light through the curtains from half closed eyes, you all didn't even realize that the night had turned to nearly dawn. you felt half conscious yourself, not a single bit of energy left in you, not being able to lift your head as your lower body still convulsed. the bed was a wreck, the sheets half twisted and all wet, some pillows on the floor, pools of cum drying on your body and theirs as well. one pillow was half torn, you'd probably grabbed too hard between your hands but didn't even remember properly. the headboard also had nail scratches and marks from grips.

you lay in the center of it all, voice almost gone from screams and moans, feeling blissfully blank and dreamy, where thoughts dissolved before they could form. your body ached deliciously, bite marks everywhere, handprints reddened your hips and ass, your pussy and ass swollen, still trickling bits of their white seed. they all panted around you, all their cocks softened now, no longer having the power to get hard again as you felt a few sets of arms wrap around your waist, holding you close without crushing you with their weight.

“fuck… baby, are you okay?” jungkook murmurs.

he pressed soothing kisses against your shoulder and you just whimpered, burying your face in taehyung's chest, your body shifting a littl and that made you let out a quiet little cry because it put pressure on your lower body.

“shhh, don't move too much.” taehyung whispers as he places a hand behind your head.

“we've got you.”

“water first, someone get the bottle.”

namjoon says urgently, knowing how thirsty you'd be after everything. jin stands up on shaky legs and goes to grab another bottle of cold water for you, while hands of theirs that gripped and spanked now rubbed slowly over your sore muscles, slightly massaging.

“you did so well baby.”

taehyung nuzzled into your side while yoongi pressed slow apologetic kisses on your stomach and you mewled, melting in the sheets. they made you drink water, making sure you finished the entire bottle to quench your thirst and also for whatever energy you lost. they constantly asked questions about if you were okay, if any specific body part of yours hurt and that they were sorry even if they had no reason to. they constantly made sure that you were comfortable and safe but you had no energy to reply to them to tell them that you enjoyed everything and to not apologize. so you expressed your gratitude through actions, leaning onto them and clutching them as they all enveloped you into cuddles, solid bodies radiating safety until you were cocooned.

your head pillowed on jin's chest, legs tangled with jungkook's and hoseok's, taehyung's arm draped over your waist, jimin's fingers laced with yours, namjoon's hand stroking your hair while yoongi traced up and down your back. they didn’t talk for several minutes, letting you recover, knowing you weren't in the state to reply to them until they felt your breathing regulate more.

“are there any cramps? do you feel dizzy?” jin asks softly and you shake your head weakly.

“good… safe.” you managed to croak out and they all smiled, letting out relieved noises and kissing against each mark and bruise they left on you.

“you worked so hard angel… we're so proud of you.”

they also had scratches and bite marks on their bodies from where you'd grabbed onto them. some nail marks also caused blood to bead a little but all their focus was on you, not caring about themselves. after the blissful recovery they decided it was time for a shower. you also felt a little uncomfortable and sticky everywhere from so many fluids so they carried you to the large bathroom.

during that, the staff had already been notified to clean the sheets and bring fresh food in without a single question or raised eyebrow from them. they knew better than to do that and minded their own place but even shock was evident in their faces because it was the very first time the men had ever brought a woman into their place.

in the shower they treated you like you were something precious and fragile, giving you utmost care as if you were a delicate flower meant to be handled like that. they washed you together, massaging your scalp with shampoo while your head rested on the edge of the tub, warm water making you moan in relief as they cleaned all the fluids from your hair and body.

“lift your leg for me princess.” yoongi instructed affectionately.

then he used a soft towel to clean between your folds and between your thighs slowly as you winced from the pain and soreness but he did that oh so gently, a huge contrast to how he fucked you moments ago as they helped support your legs, massaging between your toes too and it makes you giggle with a tired smile. they didn’t touch any of your sensitive spots or your nipples, noting how swollen and reddened they were, being extremely mindful and checking in with you.

“there we go… nice and clean.” namjoon held you against his chest.

they talked among themselves about what to feed you next or which ointments to apply to your marks in hushed voices so as to not jerk you while they wiped down your body with a dry towel. they wrapped a towel around you and carried you back to the freshly made bed with new sheets and laid you down carefully, making you sigh at the feeling of freshness and no more wetness even though your body ached sweetly. they insisted on feeding you a light snack too despite that you felt so sleepy, not wanting you to fall asleep on an empty stomach and in pain.

“just a few bites… such a good girl yeah?” namjoon coaxed, they were all patient as you managed a few bites. your throat a little sore too from taking so many cocks but the cold fruits helped. after that, they made you have a pain relief tablet before placing extra fluffed pillows behind you.

“we're right here.”

jimin whispered.

“sleep now, we’ve got you.”

you never felt so cared for. it made your heart flutter, your lips curving in a dreamy smile as you buried your nose in the pillow, a kitten like purr leaving you from deep within your chest and it made all the men around you melt into puddles. their bodies forming a protective circle, hands rubbing and massaging your thighs, almost rocking you to a peaceful sleep, their devotion something you'll carry with yourself even in your dreams. they watched you all quietly, you slept so deeply on your stomach, one of your hand squished beneath your cheek making your lips pucker.

“she's out cold... poor thing took everything we gave.”

yoongi said with a rare smile as jungkook pushed a strand of wet hair away from your face. it seemed as if all their heart was being carried in your little palm all alone, like they found what they'd been missing all along.

“she fits doesn’t she?” hoseok murmurs, lost in the haze of watching you too as the others nodded softly.

“she does…”

they knew that they wouldn’t let you go and that they'd keep you, it wasn’t just a contract of one night, it was more that, they didn’t wanna spoil you just for one night but forever.

nothing in the world mattered except you right here in their arms, owned by them, marked by them in every way humanly possible and there was no going back, they knew that even their souls knew that.

“we'll talk to her when she wakes up but she's not leaving, we’ll show her how serious we are.”

you meanwhile, slept unaware that your life had changed for the better and that new beginnings were yet to come with much adoration and sex, yet most importantly, eight hearts connected and meant to beat together.

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Swan Song | JJK

Summary: All vampires have a special ability which they invoke to lure mortals into their clutches, whether to feast on their blood or for the purposes of their pleasure. For Jeongguk, it’s his siren voice, and he’ll use it in whatever way necessary to attract you to his side and take you as his own.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fantasy in the Modern World AU, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Fluff (if you squint), Smut, Slow-Burn

Word Count: 26.5k

Warnings: fantasy elements, vampires, blood, blood drinking, biting, fangs, immortality, obsession, loss of innocence, bodily changes, nightclubs/bars, drinking, nonconsensual kissing & touching, dancing, dreams, dream walking, sexual touching while asleep (kinda?), vampiric powers, siren, knocking someone unconscious, stalking, research, anxiety and paranoia, manipulation, watching someone sleep. SMUT: kissing, dry humping, biting into genitalia, drinking/playing with bodily fluids, loss of virginity, cum swallowing, cum eating, face fucking, masturbation (m), choking, gagging, unprotected sex, fingering, semi-public sex (ehh?), titty fondling, biting tits, hair pulling, missionary, doggy, oral sex (both receiving), cream pie, hickeys, ok I think I got them all.

Author's Note: happy early birthday to my man! (i'm listening to you grunt on a treadmill as I type this) I turned JK into a vampire just like he's i've always wanted 🤪 and it's so self-indulgent y'all... this is lowkey just pure monstrous filth. also used the alternative spelling of JK's name bc I felt like it fit better for the story. I got the idea for this one while listening to your idol from KPDH (particularly the bridge!) so you can definitely listen to that before reading but it isn't necessary, just an inspiration of mine for the fic. I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it ok ily byeee! :)

His voice is like velvet; smooth and luxurious, but it’s also warm, deep, and rich like an aged whiskey with strong hints of vanilla. The first time you hear the mystifying timbre is in your dreams. He appears as a dulcet voice in your head while you’re sound asleep in bed one cold, autumn night. 

There’s no vision accompanying the sound, only the bleakness of the back of your eyelids, and yet it’s so vivid you swear he’s beside you in bed. 

He’s singing to you in a language you don’t recognize, although if you have to guess you’ll say it hails from somewhere in Asia. The syllables and phrases sound undeniably old as though no one has spoken it in the last couple hundred years. It’s beautiful regardless of its origin or age, and the mysterious lyrics paired with the serene melody lull you into an even deeper slumber. 

You gasp awake the following morning, almost shocked you’re still in your own bed after listening to the alluring song all night. Even without picturing anything like a normal dream, the music alone seemed to transport you to a different realm of imagination. 

Shaking your head to and fro to bring yourself back to the real world, you regretfully leave the warmth of your bed so you can ready yourself for the day. 

As you brush your teeth while staring down your reflection, you wonder how your mind managed to conjure up such a gorgeous serenade. Perhaps you heard something similar while watching tv or it was playing in the background of a cafe or store. Whatever the answer may be, you don’t consider it much after spitting your toothpaste out and hoping in the shower. 

Until you fall asleep again that night and the song returns only moments after shutting your eyes. 

Two weeks go by of you hearing the same recurring melody in your head, and that’s when you deem it weird enough to head to the library for an answer. 

You start with physical books, figuring if the song is as old as you think, your chances of finding it there will be better than with a computer. Scouring through encyclopedias and textbooks galore, you spend the first half of the morning with your nose between dusty, old pages. Which does, in fact, yield some results once you compare your haphazard chicken scratch of the lyrics to a foreign language book and find that the words are similar to Korean. Armed with your new discovery, you return to the twenty-first century by researching the history and past variations of the language on your laptop. 

It turns out Hangul has gone through multiple different iterations across the centuries, and each one seems closer than the last, but the written history of the language ends before you find an exact match. Further confusing you because you must have heard it somewhere if it’s appearing in your dreams, but the more you search, the less you find. 

The day ends with Shazam, YouTube, and plain ole Google to find the song or even the singer, but none of the applications recognize the tune and you begin thinking you created both the ballad and its owner out of thin air, which shouldn’t be possible. 

When the sun sets and you’ve yet to leave the library or consume anything besides iced coffee, your roommate comes to rescue you. 

Emily, who happens to also be your best friend, walks into the large building like a woman on a mission. The fire in her eyes immediately tells you she means business and is going to stop you whether you want to or not.

“Em —“

“Girl,” she interrupts you. “I haven’t seen you all day, where have you been?”

“Here,” you answer like it’s obvious. 

She rolls her eyes while occupying the seat across from you.

“Is this about that song?” You nod sheepishly and let your head fall into the open book on the table. “I honestly don’t get why it’s bothering you so much. Dreams are weird! What else is new?”

“You don’t understand,” you groan. “It isn’t just a dream. I feel like someone is beside me singing directly into my ear. And how do you explain it being in a language I don’t speak and the voice of someone I don’t know?”

Emily shrugs before standing up and extending her hand out.

“Let’s just call it a mystery of the universe and go about our day, yeah?” Albeit reluctantly, you take her hand so she can pull you up. “It’s Friday night! We’ve got partying to do.”

You chuckle at her lack of priorities, but follow her to the doom room to get dolled up anyway.

Partying, clubbing, and drinking aren’t necessarily your favorite activities, but you adore spending time with your best friend and she always makes nights out enjoyable for you. It isn’t the activities themselves you don’t prefer, but the company that comes with the territory. 

It’s a secret only you, Emily, and God knows that you’re still a virgin despite being in your early twenties and an active socialite. 

The decision to remain celibate all these years is one you made all your own and isn’t for lack of options. You’re waiting for the right person to give your body to and it certainly isn’t going to be one of these grubby college guys who constantly try getting with you. You aren’t ashamed of your choice to wait, but going out can be difficult when everyone assumes you’re there to find a sexual partner for the evening. 

Emily acts as your first line of defense in those scenarios. Either by pretending to be your girlfriend or simply scaring them away, she makes it so you can have fun without being bothered by members of the opposite sex trying to bring you home. 

Although, sometimes you don’t mind the attention as long as you’re able to maintain your firm boundaries. Like tonight, when a handsome fellow student offers to buy you a drink and fervently agrees with you when you make it clear you won’t be coming home with him. Sure, men love to lie, but Emily gives you an assured look from across the bar telling you she’s got your back. So, you take his hand and allow him to lead you to the dance floor. 

You dance together through a few shitty songs the DJ very poorly mixes together, but you have a good time regardless of the random beat drops. His hands remain in a conservative position on your hips while you sway side to side and enjoy the feeling of his chest pressing on your back. 

There’s a brief lull between songs and you feel a cool breath on your neck right as the music becomes quiet enough.

“Y/N.”

Hearing your name makes your brow scrunch and you glance back over your shoulder. 

“How do you know my name?”

“Huh?” Your dance partner leans in towards you. “I didn’t say your name.”

Right on que, there’s another whisper.

“Y/N.”

The syllables have a slight musicality to them, as if the person is singing your name, and that’s when you recognize the voice.  

Shock and confusion forces you out of the stranger’s embrace. He reaches for you while asking what’s wrong, but you shake your head and weave through the crowd of bodies to quickly escape the dance floor. 

Once you’re free from the congestion, you frantically look around before pushing open the squeaky bathroom door and locking it behind you. Gripping the sink until your knuckles turn white, you inhale and exhale while counting each breath that moves through your lungs. 

It’s one thing to hear a mysterious voice in your dreams, it’s another entirely for him to visit you while you’re conscious. A dream you can rationalize away; this you cannot. 

After taking a moment to catch your breath and steady your racing heartbeat, you leave the bathroom to find your best friend. She’s still at the bar talking to a girl who’s precisely her type and you feel guilty about stealing her away, but you have to get out of here.  

“Em!” 

Her eyes momentarily search for the source of her name before landing on you. She enthusiastically waves until noticing your distraught expression and immediately jumps into protector mode.

“What’s wrong?” 

Her lady friend’s face distorts, but Emily pacifies her with a wave of her hand conveying you aren’t a threat in that regard.

“I’m… um… just ready to go, if that’s alright?” 

Fear and anxiety are evident in your features and Emily doesn’t hesitate to take your hand after apologizing to her companion. The two of you exit in a hurry, the chilly autumn air encompassing you and helping to clear your head as you walk home together.

“Did that guy do something to you?” You shake your head. “Then what’s going on, babe?”

“He said my name.”

“Who?”

“Him.”

“You mean —”

“Yes!”

Emily shakes her head back and forth like she’s trying to use the action to make sense of everything.

“Well, it must be because you’re drunk.”

“I had one drink,” you correct her.

Her mouth snaps shut when your response silences any possible retort waiting on her tongue. It’s obvious how scared you are and in order to avoid being dismissive, she stops applying logic to the strange situation and decides to just be there for you as best she can.

Once you’re home and getting ready for bed, you exclusively think of your allusive dream man saying your name tonight. The syllables and vowels rolling off his tongue were as beautiful as his song despite having no melody. It initially terrified you, but now there’s a piece of you craving to hear it again.

It’s still a mystery whether he’s real or merely a figment of your imagination, but he certainly feels like more than just a voice in your head.

A feeling which is validated when things change that night. As soon as dreamland whisks you away, the familiar song filters into your subconscious, but then the darkness begins moving the same as fog creeping in at dusk. The smokey presence encircles you like a pair of arms holding you tight and even the volume of his voice gets louder as though he’s kissing the shell of your ear. 

It sends shivers down your spine while goosebumps form on your skin, yet the reaction isn’t out of fear. In fact, you wish you could open your eyes to meet the owner of the ghostly limbs. 

His presence is all-encompassing and so intense it feels like there’s a physical weight pressing down on your chest. The new element to your recurring dream solidifies to you that there’s no way you're making this all up. He feels too real, too much, to be something conjured up by your own mind. 

You wake up with a shuddering gasp while clutching your head in both hands after spending the entire night being sung to and surrounded by him. None of this should be possible and yet you’re certain about what you experienced. 

Emily isn’t awake, so you spend a moment in bed calming your racing, worrisome thoughts before heading to the bathroom in hopes of washing all your convoluted emotions down the drain. 

Nighttime continues just the same for a couple more weeks, but you don’t do any research about the new development. You know when you inevitably find nothing it will only cause more stress, so you let the dreams continue without any real answers while hoping he’ll go away on his own.

You and Emily have a plan to spend a night out on the town with a couple friends tonight. It’s pretty standard to head to a bar or house party every weekend, but midterms just ended so all of campus will be out celebrating. It’s the first time you’ll be going out since the night you heard his voice and it would be a lie to say you aren’t nervous it’ll happen again. Alas, you’re only young once and you refuse to miss out on the action because of your fear of the unknown. 

There are empty cans and wine glasses, makeup tools, and clothes strewn all around your room as you prepare for the evening. Emily and two of your mutual friends who live across the hall are each occupying a corner as you all simultaneously do your hair, makeup, and choose your outfits. Emily and Hannah are deciding between two dresses while you’re applying mascara to your lashes. Shelby is still curling her hair and also happens to be preoccupied with arguing with her long distance boyfriend on the phone. 

“I do not envy that,” Emily notes while standing behind you and checking her ensemble in the mirror. 

“Nope, not even a little bit,” you concur.

Hannah joins you both to fix her lipstick that unfortunately smeared all over her teeth.

“I don’t know, maybe fighting every now and then is worth it to have consistent dick in your life,” she comments.

You roll your eyes.

“Having someone to fuck should be the cherry on top, not the reason you date them.”

Hannah and Emily make eye contact with knowing expressions. 

“You’re such a romantic, Y/N,” Hannah states.

Shrugging in response to her comment, you drop your mascara tube and stand to get dressed. 

“Maybe so, but I know what I want and am willing to wait for it,” you reply.

Emily smiles and squeezes your shoulders in support.

“As you should, babe.”

The four of you eventually finish dolling yourselves up and head towards the club everyone will be at tonight. It’s a different establishment than the bar you went to last time, but is in the same general area downtown. 

Upon arriving you immediately notice the place is packed beyond belief. Even though you expected it to be busy, the hordes of people definitely don’t ease your anxiety and you automatically grab Emily’s hand to bring her to the bar for your first round of drinks. 

The goal is to let loose following your exams and you aren’t going to let your worries about this mystery man dictate your actions, especially when you aren’t even certain he exists. If he wants to have another one sided conversation with you, so be it. 

With that in mind, you spend the first half of the evening drinking and chatting with men around the bar. The only issue is you can’t bring yourself to step onto the dance floor. Every time you do, something in your brain puts a complete halt on the movement and your companion eventually leaves to find a different dance partner. You don’t hear his voice or feel his presence, but there seems to be a mental block preventing you from engaging with anyone else.

You’re currently on caller number five, who’s a handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus a couple times. He’s ordering you another drink with his arm resting on the bar stool behind you and by now you’re drunk enough not to be too nervous, but you end up feeling stone cold sober when an icy chill crawls up your neck. 

There’s no rhyme or reason why you move so instantaneously, but without another thought you’re pushing your chair back to find the exit. Skirting past all the warm bodies occupying the already tight space, you finally reach the door and nod at the bouncer before stepping past him into the night.

As soon as the cool air nips at you, your teeth start chattering as you shiver from the harsh breeze. You wrap your arms around your torso while stepping away from the club to lean against the building. Inhaling the fresh air around you seems to calm your mind and you’re thankful for whatever force led you outside, whether your own brain or something else. 

While taking a moment just to breathe, you absentmindedly gaze out across the street. When you do, your eyes land on a man with quite possibly the most striking set of features you’ve ever seen.

Even though he’s a couple yards away across the pavement, you can see his raven hair and large, matching eyes as well as his pink lips, round nose, and sharp jaw. He effortlessly takes your breath away and you’re positive you’ve never seen him before because you’d remember a face like his. Yet the longer you stare, the more you swear you know him from somewhere. His aura is so familiar you can taste it on the tip of your tongue and despite the distance, you can feel intense energy radiating from him where you stand. 

Your reaction must amuse him because his lips quirk up in a smirk before he turns on his heel to leave in the opposite direction. 

Once he’s out of sight, you quietly gasp to replace the missing oxygen from your lungs. Never in your life have you experienced such a charged encounter and if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear it was a dream. 

The illustrious meeting frazzles you too much to return to your previous endeavor, so you message your friends and hail a cab to take you home. 

You remove your makeup and change into your pajamas in a flash, for the first time actually wishing to fall asleep and return to your nighttime companion. The different occurrences tonight were just so bizarre that the familiarity of your dream man’s song and touch are a comfort to you in comparison.

Although he does greet you soon after shutting your eyes, it isn’t how you expect; not the way he has for the last month or so. 

Tonight, the presence which usually encases you like strong arms, has fingers that caress you throughout your slumber. The shadowy digits dance along your arms and shoulders as his tender voice fills your mind with song. You didn’t know it was possible for him to feel any closer or more intense, but as he maps your entire outline by slowly tracing your every curve, there seems to be no space between you at all. 

It should terrify you more than any of the past instances have, but his presence is so mundane now that it almost feels natural for him to be touching you. 

After the intimate night with your faceless visitor, you don’t wake up having to catch your breath or clutch your chest as you often do. Instead, a content sigh leaves your lips as you take time stretching your limbs in bed.

“Who’s Jeongguk?” 

Your head whips towards the sound of your roommate’s voice.

“Huh?”

“It sounds like a name. You were saying it in your sleep,” Emily explains.

“I was?”

Talking in your sleep isn’t something you’ve ever been known to do. 

Emily nods to answer your question while getting out of bed to head to the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

You’ve never heard that name before so you don’t understand why it would be slipping from your lips in the night, but aside from the obvious connection, your mind simply knows whose name it is as though it's written in your internal code.

Assuming he’ll follow the normal pattern, you predict a couple more weeks of him gently exploring your body before he’ll up the ante, but that’s not the case. When you fall asleep following a lazy Sunday spent studying and watching movies with Emily, he changes his approach again. As always, the dream starts with his sanguine, melodic voice. His magnetic presence follows soon after and just like the night prior, it’s no longer just a shadowy weight surrounding you, but the tender touch of darkness. 

Unlike last night, his fingertips don’t begin their excursion at your shoulders and collarbones. No, his featherlight touch lands on the supple skin of your inner thighs.

His prowess initially shocks you, but as the ghost-like caress continues along the sensitive area bordering your core, you slowly succumb to the pleasant feeling. 

He touches you just the same for a while, as though it’s the first time he’s feeling someone’s warm skin. His hands move along your thighs and hips at a snail’s pace, never going higher than your ribs other than when he ever-so-slightly skims the underside of your breasts. It’s only after one of his slow descents down your stomach and abdomen that he ends the hypnotic pattern by placing his hand on your pussy. 

Your breath hitches and even in your sleep you’re aware of the soft moan that escapes. He doesn’t move at first, allowing you to acquiesce to the weight of his hand on your most private and exposed area. Then, as your consciousness whirls with anticipation, he tentatively stretches his fingers until he’s able to part your folds and circle your hole.

To no one’s surprise, you’re already soaking wet with feminine essence that he swirls around your lips with his digits. 

It simultaneously feels heavenly and sinful, but most of all surreal because you don’t understand how this is happening or even if it is. This could still just be a mirage of your mind after all, but somewhere deep within, you don’t believe it is; it simply can’t be.

He ceaselessly plays with your pussy the entire night, but his fingertips never actually sink into your sex, causing you to wake up in the morning already yearning for more. You’ve never been touched by someone else and you didn’t expect it to feel so amazing. Even though his fingers were merely a presence and not physically there, it was the most sexually pleasurable experience of your life so far.

You don’t tell Emily about the new occurrence as you normally would. Truthfully, you’re too ashamed of how much you enjoyed it to utter the truth out loud. Here you are, a proud virgin waiting for the right partner, who then surrenders to the phantom touch of someone who only exists in dreamland. 

Emily notices the shift in your behavior regardless of you mentioning anything, but she gives you space to sort through your emotions and waits patiently for you to come to her rather than prying the information out of you. Therefore, she’s the one who picks up on you slowly descending into madness the longer this goes on.

Night after night he returns to you, always touching you in different, mesmerizing ways without ever penetrating you. Instead, he’ll massage your breasts all night by alternating between squeezing them and tweaking your nipples until they’re so hard they hurt in the morning or running his hands up and down your inner thighs while brushing your core every so often to tease you. It’s pure torture and yet you can’t get enough. You start going to sleep earlier, waking up later, and eventually, even begin napping midday just to feel him again. 

By the time he finally uses his long fingers to fuck you, it’s been close to two months since you initially heard his voice in your head and you’ve been going insane for at least half that time. 

It happens on a frigid winter night while you’re cocooned in a pile of blankets. Emily’s at home this weekend for a family gathering, so you’re all alone in your dorm room. You wonder if he knows and that’s why he decides to enhance your relationship, if you can even call what you have anything so formal. 

Perhaps you’re just genuinely crazy and your lack of sexual encounters finally broke your mental state enough to create a fictional partner who spends the night with you. There’s no strength left within you to care either way; you’re too addicted to him, real or not, to rationalize or stop the dreams.

He’s touching you leisurely tonight, steadily inching his fingers up your waist before cupping your breasts in his large hands and giving them a generous squeeze. You’re used to the sensation and gladly welcome it as quiet, content sighs leave your parted lips. But the sound morphs into a sharp intake of air when he tries something different and you have to clutch the sheets in response. 

All of the sudden, a warm mouth is touching your chest and the pure shock caused by his actions almost startles you awake. Your visitor kisses across the fatty flesh of your left breast before moving to the right as his hands descend to your hips. It feels immaculate and you desperately wish you could touch him in return while he pleasures you. 

His lips wrap around your pebbled nipple and tug on the sensitive skin, making you moan exuberantly in your sleep. You believe that’s all he’s going to do, but then his fingers sneak into your wet folds so he can move your juices around and lubricate your cunt. He must be satisfied with how soaked you already are, because he switches to rubbing tight circles over your clit. It feels so intense you believe you’re going to burst, but he relieves the pressure by moving away from your pearl and parting your lips with his fingers. 

He’s still sucking on your tits while exploring the pussy he’s no doubt memorized and the dual sensations are mind numbing, but nothing could prepare you for the way your ecstasy peaks when he sinks two fingers into your hole. 

You scream as your back arches off the bed and you swear you can hear satisfaction in his voice as he continues singing to you. 

He begins by fucking you slow and deep, obviously enjoying the tightness of your untouched cunt around his fingers. It takes time for you to adjust to the foreign feeling, so you appreciate his initially timid approach. His andante pace doesn’t last for long, though, and another wail rips from your throat when he scrapes your nipple with his teeth while forcing his digits farther up into your pussy. 

Tears never once stop rolling down your cheeks throughout the entire encounter, but they’re all from the pleasure and relief of finally feeling him touch you where you need him the most. You’ve been craving this for so long and it’s even better than you imagined, so much so that you secretly hope your alarm never goes off so he can keep fucking you and slobbering all over your chest. 

It only takes a few minutes for you to have your first orgasm caused by someone else and it’s the single most exquisite experience of your life. The euphoria is so extreme it leaves you sobbing into your pillow as your body shakes and convulses. Your cunt pulses around his phantom fingers throughout the high and the sensation must do something to him, too, because his song stops abruptly. 

“Good girl, Y/N.”

His speaking voice paralyzes your mind to the point you don’t realize his fingers and lips are retreating. Besides him serenading you, you’ve only heard him say your name before, but his timbre is just as beautiful without a melody accompanying it. 

“Jeongguk.”

You barely recognize your weak voice and using the unfamiliar name is purely instinctual.

“That is right, my little mortal.”

His reply is your final moment together before you gasp awake and find yourself drenched in a cold sweat. Throwing the blankets off your shaking limbs, you sit on the edge of your bed to catch your breath. When you glance down, you see a large wet spot on your pajama bottoms that’s without a doubt a consequence of the orgasm he gave you. 

The room feels like it’s spinning and you can’t get a single thought straight, but one word manages to stand out amongst the kaleidoscope.

Mortal.

Despite leaving Emily in the dark for the last month or so, you practically word vomit an update to her when she walks through the door later that day. 

“He’s not human?”

“Yes, and it’s the answer I’ve been looking for. He can do what he does because he’s not human!”

“And you know this because…”

You may have excluded some key details when explaining your recent discovery, like him touching you and making you come last night.

“Well, he called me ‘his little mortal’ last night,” you confess.

Emily blinks in shock a couple times.

“He what?” She shakes her head in pure disbelief. “I’m sorry, I thought he only sang to you. He’s speaking to you now?” You nod. “Girl, human or not, you need to talk to someone about this. I mean, he’s basically a stalker.”

“Em, who the fuck is going to believe that someone’s been singing and talking to me in my sleep?”

You purposely don’t mention that you enjoy his presence in your life, stalker or not.

“Fair. Do you at least have an idea of what type of non-human he is?” 

“Not a clue. Monster lore has gotten pretty mixed up over the years and dream walking can be traced back to pretty much any of them,” you explain.

Emily sighs and sits beside you on your bed.

“I’m sorry you’re going through this, babe,” she tells you.

“You really believe me, just like that?”

“Of course I do,” she states. “I’ve seen what it’s done to you first hand. You’re antsy, talk in your sleep, constantly have your head in the clouds. You haven’t been yourself for a while now.”

Sighing in relief that you’re not alone, you rest your head on her shoulder while she reciprocates by wrapping an arm around you.  

Even with your massive break in the case, it doesn’t change anything, and your mystery monster continues to pleasure you with his hands every time you close your eyes. Which happens often because every touch just makes you more infatuated with him and within a couple weeks, you’re sleeping between every class and waking up as late as possible to spend as much time in his arms as possible. 

You’re aware how unhealthy the relationship is and yet something about it makes you feel fulfilled, rejuvenated, and whole. All you know is the sound of his voice and the weight of his presence, but he makes you feel things no other man ever has. 

As if you being asleep half the time isn’t enough for him, his ghostly embrace finds you wide awake in the library one night. To be fair, it’s finals season and you couldn’t spare any time for a nap between studying and running across campus for class. Perhaps he’s just as needy for you as you are for him and his only option is to greet you outside of your normal schedule. 

The book you’re reading falls right out of your hands and onto the floor when you first feel his fingers brushing your nape. You wonder if you fell asleep studying, but when you pinch your arm to check, the mild sting answers for you. Once you realize this is happening while you’re fully conscious and in public, you survey the area for any students or staff, but no one’s in sight. The library will be closing soon, so it makes sense you’re alone in the large building. 

His fingertips travel from your neck down the front of your torso as you relish in the sensation. Your head falls backwards, mouth drops open, and legs instinctively spread apart as if to make room for him, despite knowing he isn’t actually there. He descends like honey dripping from a spoon, but you embrace the feeling of him languidly tracing your curves before finally reaching your center. 

You're disappointed when his touch ceases entirely and a small whine leaves your throat in response, but he pacifies you quickly. Except when he returns to you, it isn’t the feeling of his hand on your core, but his lips. 

A shuddering moan breaches the air as his tongue repeatedly moves through your pussy from bottom to top. He licks you up and down like he’s afraid he’ll miss a spot and your nails reactively bite into the leather chair. You’ve never felt someone’s mouth on you and the sensation is otherworldly. Unlike him fingering you which you could compare to your own hand, feeling him kiss and lick your cunt is completely unrivaled by anything else. 

Releasing one arm of the chair to cover your mouth, you loudly moan and whimper as he continues eating you out. He works ravenously to drink up the essence pouring out of you and before you know it, you’re crying hot tears of pleasure.  

You want nothing more than to touch him in return or at least lace your fingers in his hair while his tongue plunges into your hole. Without anything else to hold onto, your free hand nearly rips the chair because of the intense pressure in your abdomen and thighs.  

It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to build in your gut because of his ministrations, but even when you come on his tongue with a sharp cry, he keeps lapping up your cum like water. He only stops his torment when you sob out the syllables of his name once the overstimulation becomes too much. 

His presence vanishes just as soon as he appeared and you're left panting and sweating in your cum soaked underwear just as the closing announcement for the library rings overhead. 

Frantically collecting your possessions, you practically run home with a half-zipped book bag and your headphones still around your neck. Upon reaching your dorm, you slam the door behind you and attempt to return your heartbeat to a normal cadence by remaining against the wood. 

You’re unsure what about tonight terrified you so much, but for whatever reason, you decide it’s time to fight back against your mystery monster. His incessant actions are changing you, etching away at your morals, and you refuse to lose your virginity to a mere ghost or something far worse. 

They say the best method of getting over someone is to get under someone else, so you ask Emily to go out with you tonight for the sole purpose of finding someone to fool around with. She’s rightfully hesitant and surprised by your sudden change of heart, but you assure her this is what you want and you leave campus together a couple hours later. 

The plan isn’t to sleep with someone, but you at least want to feel the touch of another person so you can forget the bond you’ve formed with your nightly visitor. 

It’s quite possibly the easiest mission ever to locate a relatively sober man to take you out back, and when you find someone you deem cute enough, you instruct him to follow you before taking his hand. 

You lead him into the alley beside the bar and immediately grab onto his jacket for a searing kiss up against the cold brick wall. He seamlessly matches your enthusiasm by holding you flush to his chest and slipping his tongue into your mouth. After making out for a minute or so, you feel his hand sneaking towards your belt and brace yourself, but before he can even undo your buckle, you realize you heavily underestimated how ready you are for this and push him off of you.

“Sorry, changed my mind,” you state while moving out of his embrace. 

A hand on the wall stops you from going any further and you glance back in confusion.

“I don’t think so, kitten,” he sneers.

Your face contorts in disgust at the pet name, but then you’re yelping as he tugs you back and cages you in with both arms. He cuts off any avenue of calling for help by kissing you again and your only choice is to try kicking him since he’s holding your arms up on either side of your head. But your attempts are unsuccessful once he uses his hips to pin you down and hold you still.

Fear courses through your veins like blood and you can feel tears pricking at your eyes. When he readjusts his grip so one of his hands is free while still securing you against the bricks, an unequivocal dread overtakes you.

Except nothing else happens. You see a flash of color behind his head and the next thing you know, his grasp is gone and he’s tumbling to the ground. For a poignant moment you just stare at his limp body beside your feet, but then reality creeps in and you lift your head.

“Humans should really stop touching what is not theirs.”

Before you is the man you saw a couple months ago and without any hesitation, you start screaming your head off.

The stranger’s eyes go wide for a split second before his expression shifts to one of annoyance, as if you being terrified of him killing someone is an inconvenience to him. His head tilts and he clicks his tongue before stepping forward to silence you by clasping his hand over your mouth. 

His actions certainly don’t help the terror in your belly, and you continue yelling even though  the sound is muffled.

“Shh,” he whispers. He’s merely centimeters away and you can feel his breath on your earlobe. “He is not dead, just unconscious.”

His voice is so recognizable you could pick him out of a blind line up and once you realize who’s standing in front of you, you cease your screaming and aggressively whine as a means of begging him to let go.

The pathetic sound must appease him because he chuckles while stepping back so you’re eye-to-eye.

“I know, I know. I am excited to finally be face to face as well.” His other hand rises to push some stray hair out of your eyes. “Are you going to be my good girl and stay quiet for me?” 

You nod while maintaining eye contact and he removes his hand in response. 

“You’re… him,” you pant.

“Him?”

It takes a second for the oxygen to return to your lungs so you can reply.

“Jeongguk. That’s your name, right?”

He smiles in obvious satisfaction and although it’s dark, you can see inhumanely sharp canines among the rest of his teeth. 

“Yes, my darling,” he answers you. 

The moment feels too surreal to comprehend and you’re unsure whether meeting him makes you happy or even more petrified. 

“Why me?”

Jeongguk’s eyebrow quirks up upon hearing your question, but he nods in understanding after a second and offers you his hand. 

“Come with me and I will explain everything.”

You wish it took you a while to discern the consequences and outcomes of leaving with him, but you take his hand almost instantaneously and follow him out of the alley without any further questions.

Jeongguk’s been alive for a long time, to the point he doesn’t necessarily remember the exact amount of years. He knows he’s the youngest of his coven since their leader is the one who turned him into a vampire, but as century after century goes by, his memories fade more and more. 

What he does recall is that being a human is boring and he heavily prefers being a vampire. The abilities, lifestyle, and overall allure of his position in the world brings him far more satisfaction than his previous human life. As a vampire, he can spend all of eternity drinking blood, having sex, and enjoying life stuck in his late twenties. It’s quite the advantage for him to look as he does; his handsome, youthful features providing everything he needs to quench his thirst to feed and fuck. The vampiric gifts bestowed on him to bring mortals into his clutches aren’t even necessary half the time.

Even so, he doesn’t shy away from using them, especially his singing voice that can lure anyone to him with a single line. 

Jeongguk can speak multiple languages after having plenty of centuries to learn some, but he still chooses to sing in his native tongue, albeit an older version of the language that’s since died off. Whenever he wishes to connect with a human, whether to drink their blood or use their body for his pleasure, all he has to do is sing an old Korean lullaby or ballad until they appear beside him. He could always coerce them to his side, a power shared by all vampires, but he prefers his company to join him of their own volition.

He’s never wanted a human for more than one night, unlike some of his brothers who have used their abilities to obtain a mate. 

It’s incomparable to human mates, who fall in love, get married, and have children. A vampire mate is more or less an easy way of getting food and/or laid whenever one pleases. There’s a ritual which can be done to make said human immortal, although not a vampire, allowing the vampire to feed off the human’s blood without killing them. Most vampires still hunt for their meals and reserve their mates for sexual purposes only rather than a food source, but plenty of his kind use them for both. 

Not everyone in his coven has a mate, but it’s seen as a goal for vampires to acquire one. Jeongguk doesn’t have any interest in it, perfectly content having his pick of the litter when it comes to mortals. Why settle for one when you can have as many as you like?

That all changes the moment he lays eyes on you. 

He never understood why his brothers and so many other vampires would take on a mate when there’s millions of humans to choose from, but when he sees you for the first time, he finally gets it. 

You’re sitting on a bench at the university Jeongguk often peruses to find his meals. The sun’s only just gone down, hence why Jeongguk can walk around freely, but even in the moonlight he can see how beautiful you are. At first, he figures he’ll just have a fun night by bringing you into his bed, but then the wind blows and he inhales your alluring scent for the first time. 

Jeongguk can smell your innocence from a mile away, the dark red, rich, virgin blood pumping through your veins nearly causing him to lose his mind. Adult virgins are a rare find nowadays, especially one as undeniably gorgeous as you. 

A mortal must be a virgin for the mating ritual to occur, making it harder for vampires to locate potential mates as human society becomes more sexually liberal as time goes on. 

Alas, here you are, the most perfect little mortal he’s ever seen. 

You’re merely reading with your legs crossed and your hair up in a bun, but having your jugular on full display for Jeongguk to see while you’re clueless to his nearby presence has his mouth watering. 

It’s worrisome just how badly he wants you, both your blood and body, but he knows he has to wait. If he’s going to make you his mate, you have to want him just as much. He won't be able to utilize his normal tricks to attract you to him, he has to seduce you. 

He skips dinner altogether to hurry home and ask his coven for advice. When he enters the massive, abandoned mansion they’ve been living in for the past few decades, he bounds down the steps a couple at a time until he finds his brothers in the large living room.

“Hyungs,” he calls out to them. 

Six heads turn towards the sound of his voice and a couple of them gesture for him to join them. 

“Why do you look so clean? Were you not going out to feed?” Seokjin, the oldest of his coven, asks.

Jeongguk waves his question off as he comes to stand in front of them on the couch.

“I found a virgin,” he states. 

All of their eyes widen in both surprise and delight.

“An adult virgin?” Jimin asks.

“Yes.”

“In this day and age?” Yoongi comments.

“And?” Hoseok probes him further.

Jeongguk’s eyes roll into his skull as he imagines you all alone on that bench. 

“She is the most stunning mortal I have come across in centuries,” Jeongguk explains. 

“You finally settling down, then?” Namjoon asks with an eager grin.

“I do not believe I have a choice,” he admits with a smile of his own. “Will you help me?”

Despite not being the eldest, Namjoon is considered their leader and since he’s the one who turned Jeongguk, they have an especially close bond. 

“Help you how?” Taehyung questions. “All you have to do is fill her womb with your seed.”

Jeongguk grimaces at the comment even though that’s precisely what he wishes to do to you. 

“She has to ask me for it,” he replies. 

Taehyung’s eyebrows rise at his response since Jeongguk’s usually the most sexually pervasive of them all, but he understands the sentiment.

“It is simple. You use your gift,” Yoongi answers. 

All vampires have a specific power besides their normal abilities which they can use to attract humans to them. Jeongguk’s is obviously his siren voice, while his brothers have various other ones. 

“I am aware, but I have only used it for single encounters and I will not be able to convince her after just one meeting.”

“You could dream walk,” Namjoon suggests. “It would give you enough time to slowly lure her in.”

“It will be hard, though. You have to resist going too fast or you will risk scaring her,” Seokjin states. “Mortals are able to seal their subconscious minds from us if they so wish. Then you will be left with no choice but to use coercion."

Jeongguk scratches his nape and nods his head as he processes their advice. It seems like his best option, but he’s never done it before, so he’ll need to practice before attempting it on you. 

“Go get something to eat,” Jimin instructs while patting him on the shoulder on his way out. 

His brothers concur with the final suggestion and Jeongguk can’t help but agree given that vampire powers work best following a meal. 

So, he ventures out again to the same campus where he found you. It’s the weekend meaning he has plenty of young blood to choose from as students mosey about from party to party. He doesn’t particularly enjoy the taste of blood tainted with alcohol, but they’re the easiest population to subdue and coerce into forgetting the encounter. 

Before finding his prey for the evening, he returns to the bench to pick up your scent and hopefully find where you live. It’s easy enough when yours sticks out so much amongst the rest, taking him no time at all to locate your dorm room. 

The light is still on, so even though you’re on the third floor, he can see you sitting in bed watching something on your laptop. Luckily, you have artwork on your wall spelling out your name or else he doesn’t know how he would learn it. He whispers the moniker under his breath a couple times, practicing how to roll the syllables off his tongue. 

Even though your hair is down and it unfortunately conceals part of your face, Jeongguk is just as enamored with you as he was a few hours ago. You look so gentle, warm, and soft and he wants nothing more than to sink his fangs into your neck while his cock is buried deep in your pussy.

No one’s ever had you like that, which means you’ll be entirely, solely his and in that moment he swears to do anything and everything to ensure that happens. 

Jeongguk reluctantly leaves after watching you for a while longer and continues on his mission to feed from a couple drunk college kids. 

Upon returning home, he swaps his bloody clothes for clean ones before immediately heading to the expansive library they’ve built up over many years, courtesy of none other than Namjoon. He spends the night studying both ancient and new vampire texts that explain dream walking in graphic detail so he’s fully prepared to accomplish it with you. 

The following night he returns to practice on some unsuspecting students. He isn’t able to see their initial reactions in the morning, but once the sun goes down, he studies the humans and thankfully, all of them tell their friends about hearing a mysterious singer in their heads the night prior, so Jeongguk considers it a success.

He waits one more night so he can feed again beforehand and as soon as the moon rises, he finds himself outside your window. Dream walking is possible from afar, but at least for now, he wants to be nearby. Besides, he can’t help but crave seeing you whenever he’s able.

You take a while to fall asleep, but Jeongguk is patient and passes the time by admiring you as you complete your nighttime routine and change into comfier clothes before slipping beneath the covers. Once your eyes close, he focuses on propelling his voice into your mind as he did with the other students. He doesn’t have to actually sing to serenade you in your dreams, but he’s still technically singing in his head, so his emotions and inflections will reach you regardless. 

There’s no obvious reaction on your face to show him his powers are working and it’s not as though he can stay until the morning to see you wake up. He believes he was successful, though, because when he comes back the next night, you’re dramatically explaining the occurrence to your roommate. 

All your mannerisms, including your pretty voice and animated expressions, utterly captivate Jeongguk as he watches from outside and for the first time, he doesn’t mind the idea of spending eternity with a single soul. 

He serenades you night after night for a couple weeks so he can gain confidence in his abilities before advancing to something more difficult. It’s important he has a good handle on the technique and he also wants to avoid moving too fast for your sake. Although, that plan doesn’t last long when he follows you out to the bars one night. 

You and your friend, who he learns is Emily, are walking hand-in-hand towards downtown while Jeongguk trails behind a fair distance away since he can still see and hear you easily. He’s honestly surprised you’re going out at all, since you’re obviously not the type to have casual sex, but he definitely doesn’t mind seeing you in a skin tight outfit. 

Despite remaining outside while you enjoy your night, he still smells you from across the street. Meaning he can tell when you end up standing too close to another human inside the bar. 

It’s evident that alcohol is gradually mixing with your blood, but the scent isn’t potent enough for you to be drunk. He despises the idea of you willingly interacting with someone else, but he’s also aware that he’s helpless to stop you. So there you are, borderline sober and dancing with a human man while Jeongguk’s blood boils underneath his skin. 

Even though you don’t know it yet, you're his, and these mortals better keep their hands off you before Jeongguk loses his goddamn mind. 

In an act of desperation to separate you two, he decides to try speaking to you while you’re conscious. He knows it’s doable when in close proximity to someone, but still much harder than dream walking. Usually the person has to be inebriated, fatigued, or easily susceptible to persuasion and you barely fall into one of those categories. 

Regardless of the possible hurdles, Jeongguk completely focuses on you using his mind to communicate with you. He figures keeping it simple will best accomplish his goal, so he merely utters your name in his head. 

The sound must reach you, because your scent spikes with anxiety and confusion. He repeats your name, singing it this time so you know it’s him calling out to you and the plan works flawlessly. Within a single moment he smells you hurrying away from the man off to a secluded area far from anyone else’s scent. 

He feels slightly guilty upon hearing your heart beating erratically because of him, but the knowledge that it’s only a matter of time until you’ll be happily welcoming the sound of his voice soothes him. 

You leave soon after with your friend trailing close behind and Jeongguk waits while you walk far enough ahead of him before following you home. Once he sees you arrive safely back at your dorm room, he admires you from the shadows as you remove your makeup and let your hair down, every mundane movement of yours holding his full attention. 

When you fall asleep, Jeongguk plans on continuing his previous endeavor of singing to you, but then he remembers the sick feeling in his gut when he knew you were in someone else’s arms. His jealousy and anger boils over until he has no choice but to change tactics. For the second time tonight, he attempts something new by sending not only his voice to you, but his presence. Vampires are able to use everything but their physical being to communicate with humans from afar, so he imagines his arms wrapping around you. 

He watches as you shiver in your sleep and goosebumps appear on your arms, telling him everything he needs to know about the success of his abilities. 

Satisfaction swirls inside of him as he holds you in his arms for the first time, albeit only subconsciously. He can’t sense any distress from you either, meaning everything is going according to plan.

Once he’s certain the connection will hold no matter the distance, he heads home to convey his accomplishment to his brothers. 

Jeongguk doesn’t watch you sleep anymore since it’s easier to concentrate while relaxing in his own bed, but he still stands outside your window while you get ready or stay up late studying. 

That’s how he knows you’re going out again a couple weeks later. 

The usually quiet dorm room is suddenly full of laughter and music as you, your roommate, and two unrecognizable women prepare to head out later in the evening. 

You look undeniably exquisite as you sit in front of a mirror applying your makeup and curling your hair. The sight nearly makes Jeongguk forgo his entire plan and take you right there, but he knows patience is the key to winning you over. 

Just as he did before, he follows you and your friends along the winding streets leading to downtown. You seem nervous in comparison to last time and he wonders if it’s because of him and his previous actions. Even if that is the case, he has to push through until you’re comfortable and needy for him or he’ll never succeed in taking you as his mate. 

He can tell you’re anxious immediately upon your arrival, but you self-soothe by drinking as soon as you step inside. Jeongguk grimaces at the smell of alcohol tainting your delicious blood and the night only goes further south when you remain close to multiple different men throughout the night. 

The scent of their dirty blood standing near yours makes him want to be sick. His only solace is that you never spend much time with them, jumping from person to person every thirty minutes or so. Jeongguk is beyond curious why you’re behaving in such a manner, but he vehemently hopes it’s because he’s in the back of your mind. 

He believes his theory might actually be correct when your scent spikes with adrenaline and your heartbeat grows closer. His whole body goes taught in fear of ruining things by seeing you face to face, but before he can hide, you’re pushing the glass door open and resting against the brick wall outside. 

All of his senses dial to ten as he stares at you shivering in the cold. There’s a split second where he thinks he can make a run for it, but then you gradually lift your head in his direction. When your eyes land on him, they widen dramatically and your breath hitches. He knows it’s impossible for you to recognize him, but there’s a glimmer in your eyes telling him you have a hunch as to who he is. The idea makes him smirk as he appreciates you shamelessly ogling him, but he doesn’t remain there to enjoy your expression for much longer.

Disappointment is evident in your scent as Jeongguk walks away down the sidewalk and it fills him with pride. Seeing you up close and more importantly, your reaction to seeing him, is the exact amount of fuel he needs to keep your relationship moving forward. Truthfully, he simply can’t wait any longer to finally touch you. 

Once you fall into a deep sleep that night, he imagines his hands caressing you, taking his sweet time feeling you for the first time by tracing your outline over and over again throughout your slumber. 

His more intimate presence comes with the consequence of you being able to learn more about him in return. It’s a natural evolution of your bond growing stronger and the more intense your nightly routine becomes, the more of a two-way street the dream walk will be. Jeongguk isn’t sure how much your subconscious mind will absorb, but he hopes you’re able to sense something about him other than his phantom embrace.

It kills him that you’re both alone in your respective beds rather than tangled up in his sheets together, but despite the sensations not being as fervent as they will be in person, he’s pacified by the feeling of your soft, supple skin beneath his fingertips.

Jeongguk wishes the simple touch satiated him, but when you wake up in the morning and the connection severs, he realizes it isn't nearly enough. He just wants more, more, and more of you and although he originally planned to continue with his steady timeline, he can’t help himself from escalating things again the following night. 

It'll be more difficult to accomplish, so as soon as night falls, he finds himself a couple humans to feed from before returning home to his bed. When he senses that you're asleep through your mental connection, he closes his eyes while picturing himself touching you.  

His fingers meet your warm thighs and his mind goes completely haywire. Even through the dream walk you feel like absolute heaven to touch and it takes all of his willpower not to rush things. Knowing the wait will be worth it, he spends an ample amount of time moving his hands up and down your waist, hips, and thighs. 

Once he grows too impatient, he finally rests his hand over your core after descending from your abdomen. He desperately wishes to see your reaction or smell your scent changing because of the arousal, but for now he’ll just keep imagining it. After waiting a moment for you to relax, he uses his fingers to part your folds so he can feel your pussy for the first time.

The sheer wetness and warmth of your cunt has his eyes rolling back as he bites his lip to refrain from moaning aloud. All he’s doing is moving his digits up and down your slit and yet his cock is straining against his pants. You feel unbelievable and exactly as he always knew you would, even without pushing his fingers inside of you. 

He continue to play with you by spreading your essence around all night. He wants to do more; so much more, but he knows now is the most crucial time to move at a snails pace, so you acclimate to his touch to the point it’s the only thing you want and need. 

When the morning comes, the first thing he does is pull his hard dick out of his pants to relieve the pressure that’s been building all night. Once he’s more confident in his abilities, he’ll be able to masturbate as he feels you up, but until then he’ll have to do so afterwards. In all honesty, his dream is to watch you jerk him off; to see your small hand wrapped around his cock as you pump him as fast as your humanity allows.

Jeongguk hasn’t masturbated in a long time, since he could easily find someone to fuck prior to meeting you, but now you occupy every single thought in his head and he can’t comprehend wanting to be with someone else when he has you. 

Short, staccato grunts leave his mouth as he eagerly moves his hand up and down his cock, using the precum pooling on his tip to lubricate himself. He moans with his head buried in the pillows as an orgasm builds in his abdomen and before he can even fully enjoy the friction of his hand around his dick, he’s coming all over himself with a whine that sounds like your name. 

It isn’t the last time he jacks off while waiting for you to return to him and as he continues to tease you by fondling your erogenous zones every night, you start sleeping even more. 

You go to bed earlier, wake up later, and Jeongguk notices you begin napping the longer your ghostly affair goes on. It fills him with pride and satisfaction that he has you right where he wants you. It’s obvious you’re becoming just addicted to him as he is to you and he knows it’s only a matter of time before you can be together. 

After about a month of touching you everywhere but within the walls of your cunt, Jeongguk decides it’s time to take your relationship to the next level. 

He makes himself comfortable outside your window to watch, something he hasn’t done in quite some time, because there’s nothing he wants more than to see your reaction when he sinks his fingers deep inside you. 

To his surprise and delight, he finds you alone in your room, meaning you’ll have no reason to hold back for the sake of waking someone else up. 

Jeongguk’s eyes remain on your pretty face as he begins his nightly ritual. He’s sitting just below your window, in a hidden area that still gives him the perfect line of sight into your bedroom. It’s wintertime, so no one should be outside to catch him, but he still doesn’t want to risk being visible.

He waits until you’re fast asleep before shifting his shadowy presence from that of his hands to his mouth by kissing across one of your breasts. From his position outside he can see and hear your breath catch in your throat and it encourages him to continue relentlessly. He kisses and licks your chest, eventually latching onto one of your nipples and sucking on the sensitive skin. While his mouth is busy, one of his ghost-like hands descends to your core so he can play with your pussy to his heart's content. 

He doesn’t tease you for long because he’s honestly dying to feel you, so upon deeming you wet enough, he pushes two of his fingers into your cunt to penetrate you for the first time. 

Your tight, virgin hole sucks his digits into its warmth without him having to do any work, creating a feeling far better than his imagination could ever produce. The soaking wet, pulsing pussy wrapped around him drives him absolutely insane. Accompanied by the vision of you crying out and arching off the bed when he starts fucking you with his fingers, he feels so unbelievably satisfied the emotion seeps into his nightly song. 

His eyes observe your every expression as he pleasures you in your dream and before long he joins in by palming himself. He’s rock hard and throbbing beneath the fabric of his jeans and if he wasn’t outside, he’d pull his cock out to get himself off alongside you. 

It doesn’t take long for your climax to ramp up. Jeongguk can tell from both your body language and the way your pussy grips his fingers like a vice. He speeds up the pace of his own hand over his bulge so he can come with you and soon enough you both feel an unbelievably intense release from your individual orgasms. 

Jeongguk uses his free hand to cover his mouth as he grunts, his hot cum soaking his underwear and revealing a wet patch on his denim. Meanwhile, your whole body is shaking as pleasurable tears roll down your cheeks and Jeongguk is beyond delighted at the sight of you writhing in ecstasy because of him.

Without thinking, he speaks both aloud and to your subconscious. 

“Good girl, Y/N.”

He notices your eyebrows furrowing, but then you surprise him in return by replying.

“Jeongguk.”

His jaw goes slack at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. He wasn’t even aware you knew his name, but the bond you share must’ve provided you with that information at some point. 

You knowing who he is fills him with such pride and accomplishment that he happily responds to your call.

“That is right, my little mortal.”

Jeongguk continues making you come night after night for a couple more weeks and you seem to want it just as badly as him, seeing as you go to sleep almost every two hours like clockwork. 

He certainly doesn’t mind fucking you with his hand or pleasuring your tits multiple times a day, especially because that’s his ideal cadence for when you become his mate. The issue is he grows comfortable with the routine, and when you break it one day by staying awake, he gets irrationally antsy. 

After tracking your scent from your dorm room, he finds you in the library about thirty minutes before closing. You look to be studying, but Jeongguk can see your droopy eyes and slumped shoulders caused by exhaustion. 

Since he’s been without you all day, he decides to use his proximity and your fatigue to his advantage by sending his presence to you while you’re awake.

The very second his hands graze your neck, you sigh in relief while your head lulls back, and as he continue down your torso, you spread your legs apart as though he’s actually there. Your innate reaction makes him chuckle. His claws are in you so deep and your obvious want for me makes him up the ante of your relationship yet again.

Rather than using his hands to pleasure you, he imagines himself licking a long stripe up your entire cunt before circling his tongue over your hole. He relentlessly eats you out, kissing and sucking on your wet pussy like a man starved. It’s not the same as it will be once he truly gets his hands on you, but that’ll be soon enough. 

You taste fucking delicious and if it weren’t for you coming on his tongue in practically no time at all, he would go on for hours. 

He doesn’t stop even as he’s swallowing your cum and you’re covering your mouth to suppress your loud, whimpering moans, but then he hears you crying his name and he removes his presence from your mind to grant you relief. 

His eyes lock onto you afterwards, eager to see your reaction to his ministrations. Except when he peers into the window of the library again, you don’t look remotely happy and he can hear your blood pumping erratically in your veins. He watches you gather your things and rush out of the building towards your dorm and once you’re there, you press yourself against the door with your eyes shut while slowly inhaling and exhaling. 

Did he scare you? It’s been months of him meeting you in your sleep and you’ve never once reacted like this. 

It could be because you were awake or maybe using his mouth on you was too much. He vehemently hopes that isn’t the case and proceeds to follow you for the remainder of the night to ensure he didn’t ruin his carefully laid plans.

Unfortunately for him, your out of character behavior continues. 

You seem to ask your friend to go out again and Jeongguk is forced to watch as you doll yourself up and head out with her to a bar or club where you’ll no doubt be interacting with human men. He follows you as always until you enter the establishment and he’s left outside to sense your movements rather than see them. 

Although, you appear before him again far sooner than he expects by leaving hand-in-hand with some random man. 

Jeongguk’s anxiety sky rockets as he observes you leading the man into an alley where you pull him in for a kiss. His nerves morph into pure, unadulterated anger, his hands practically shaking with fury as he stares at the scene before him of you making out with someone else. 

Here he ate you out, most likely giving you one of your best orgasms to date, and you have the audacity to kiss some human a few hours later? 

His emotions are about to get the better of him when he sees you push the man away and side step out of his embrace, instantly relieving his agony. The satisfaction is short-lived, though, because a moment later you’re being yanked back and pinned against the wall. The man kisses you again, obviously against your will, as you struggle helplessly to get him off you. 

Jeongguk automatically sees red and within a split second he’s using his vampire speed to reach you so he can hit the man’s pressure point and knock him out cold. 

He watches in disgust as the grimy creature falls to the ground with a pathetic thump.

“Humans should really stop touching what is not theirs,” he sneers.

When he glances towards you to check that you’re alright, you shock him by screaming bloody murder as soon as your eyes meet. 

Your adverse reaction instantly frustrates him, as if he didn’t just save you from this punk. Regardless of his own feelings, he knows you’re only human and that adrenaline is likely running the show in lieu of logic, so he simply clicks his tongue before muffling your noises with his hand. 

When you still attempt to scream even with him covering over your mouth, he steps forward to whisper in your ear.

“Shh. He is not dead, just unconscious.”

Jeongguk feels your entire body tense with realization and soon enough your cry for help turns into a pleading whimper, making him chuckle pridefully because of your quick recognition of his voice.

“I know, I know.” He steps back to see your pretty face. “I am excited to finally be face to face as well.” His voice seems to calm you and Jeongguk reactively brushes some hair out of your eyes. “Are you going to be my good girl and stay quiet for me?” 

When you nod your head in response to his question, he drops his hand and gives you space to catch your breath.

“You’re… him.”

It’s the first time he’s hearing your voice up close and it has every neuron in his brain firing off.

“Him?”

“Jeongguk. That’s your name, right?”

He could hear you say his name over and over for hours and not grow tired of it.

“Yes, my darling.”

He’s wearing a saccharine smile because he simply can’t contain his happiness any longer. You’re finally right here in front of him where you truly belong. 

“Why me?” 

Your question gives Jeongguk pause and his eyebrow quirks up in response. It makes sense given the situation, but for him the answer is so obvious he doesn’t know how to properly verbalize it.

Instead of answering, he extends his hand towards you.

“Come with me and I will explain everything.”

Not an ounce of hesitation passes through you before you take his hand and Jeongguk internally celebrates as he leads you away from the alley.

The two of you walk hand-in-hand down winding back roads which run parallel to a large forest. Jeongguk doesn’t speak, but you can tell he’s perfectly content just holding your hand. You admire his handsome profile as you stroll and the feeling of being beside him after so long is both astonishingly surreal and totally natural. It should terrify you; he should terrify you, but you don’t feel anything close to fear.

“What are you?” You ask after a long time of comfortable silence.

Jeongguk smirks at your question before meeting your gaze.

“Would you like to guess?”

His antics make you chuckle. Here he is, some type of creature of the night, playing a guessing game with you. You play along regardless of the absurdity of the situation by tapping your chin with your free hand.

When you glance at him again, you allow your eyes to trace his features before answering him assuredly.

“Vampire.”

He smiles and it’s confirmation enough when you see his sharp fangs peaking out. 

“Am I so obvious?”

“No,” you reply. “Just a hunch.”

Jeongguk stops abruptly and you follow suit, waiting patiently by his side for him to speak again.

“Are you scared, darling?”

“No.”

Your instantaneous response makes him smile again.

“Why not?”

It’s hard to explain given that you don’t truly understand your own emotions about the matter. 

“I’m not sure to be honest. At this point, you’re just so familiar to me that I feel comfortable with you.” You sigh. “I am afraid of what you might do to me, though.”

Jeongguk’s brow creases as he invades your personal space by stepping closer.

“Do you think I would hurt you, precious?”

His reply makes your eyes roll.

“Well, you are a vampire. You know, the monsters who drink blood. Something I conveniently have plenty of,” you explain sarcastically. 

He laughs while shaking his head back and forth.

“Oh, my little mortal, you truly believe I would spend months familiarizing you with my presence if I was just going to kill you upon meeting one another?” 

You suppose he makes a great point since all his efforts would go to waste if he drank you dry right now. 

“What do you want with me then?”

Jeongguk begins walking again, tugging you along by the hand so you can reach your destination and he can properly explain the answer to your inquiry. 

When you reach a large mansion hidden amongst the tall trees of the forest, you know you’ve arrived without him saying as much. 

Jeongguk leads you up the stone steps before opening the door and chivalrously offering you entry before himself. The home is beyond grand, with beautiful, ornate artwork and decor around every corner. It’s suited for someone as old as Jeongguk presumably is, but you wonder if it’s solely his.

“Do you live here alone?” You ask.

“No, I have a coven.”

He reclaims your hand to guide you down a long corridor left of the entrance.

“How many of you are there?” 

Although you’re asking him question after question, your eyes are busy surveying every inch of the magnificent house.

“I have six older brothers, but there are people who stay here, too,” he explains.

“What… what do you mean?” 

The idea of other humans being here sends shivers down your spine because you aren’t certain whether or not it’s by choice.

Jeongguk smiles while glancing back at you.

“You really are eager to know more, huh?”

Right on cue, he halts you in front of a wooden door. He doesn’t give you a chance to ask any questions before twisting the doorknob, revealing four women lounging on plush sofas and chairs. 

“Hi, Jeongguk!” They cheer in unison.

“Good evening, ladies,” he greets them in return. “This is Y/N, the woman I have been telling you about.”

“Oh my gosh! Hello!” A beautiful blonde woman crosses the room to pull you into a hug. “It is so wonderful to finally meet you.”

You have no clue what the hell is going on, but you return her embrace out of politeness. She releases you to rejoin the others in the center of the room and the three remaining women wave.

“We have heard so much about you, Y/N,” a gorgeous brunette states.

The final two women nod in agreement while smiling graciously at you.

“These are my brother’s mates,” Jeongguk explains.

“Mates?”

Jeongguk nods before continuing.

“Vampires are very social creatures, so not only do we have covens, but many of us take on a human mate to be our lifelong companion.”

The scattered puzzle pieces of information begin clicking into place upon hearing his explanation and your blood runs cold when you realize what all of this means.

Jeongguk must notice you growing uncomfortable because he quickly waves goodbye before shutting the door and turning his attention back to you.

“C’mere, my darling,” he coos while taking your hand. “We can talk in my bedroom.”

Although your nerves are on the fritz and you aren’t sure if you want to hear more, you follow him in the opposite direction until you reach an open door framing a large, grandiose bedroom. 

His room looks a lot like him; mysterious and dark, but full of old artifacts and deep, rich colors. Jeongguk allows you to enter first by gesturing for you to sit on his king bed and joins you once his bedroom door is closed behind him. 

“You… you want me to be like them, is that it?”

Jeongguk’s eyes trace over your features before he responds.

“That is correct.”

You sharply inhale and stand to pace back and forth at the foot of his bed. 

“What would that entail? I mean, how can I be your lifelong companion if you live forever?” 

“There is a ritual that turns you immortal. Not a vampire, but you will be unable to die,” he calmly replies.

His answer only confuses you more.

“What’s the point? Wouldn’t you rather spend eternity with a vampire?” 

“I cannot drink the blood of a fellow vampire.”

A beat of heavy silence passes, and then all of your bodily systems go on red alert and you run straight for the door without another thought, which is silly because Jeongguk is a vampire and moves at quadruple your speed. 

“Y/N. Y/N, hold on.” 

He reaches you before your hand can even graze the doorknob, snagging your waist and turning you around to face him.

“Let go of me!”

“I would never hurt you, YN, I swear,” he assures you.

“Please, I just want to go home,” you beg. Head falling to his shoulder, you grip his shirt in your hands in an act of pure desperation. “Please, Jeongguk.”

His fingers soothingly comb through your hair and despite your best interest, the repetitive motion calms your racing heartbeat.

“I will answer any questions you have, precious. Please do not go.”

While lifting your head to meet his reverent gaze, you take a deep breath in preparation for your next question. 

“Do you love me?”

Jeongguk’s expression momentarily shifts into shock, but he quickly recovers.

“Love is a human emotion. It is not the proper way to describe my feelings for you,” he answers. “They say love is patient and kind, but I am neither of those things. The only reason I waited so long to introduce myself is because I did not want to scare you. Everything I do or have done is for my own selfish motivations.” He sighs and reaches out to caress your cheek with the back of his hand. “But I want you more than I have ever wanted something in my long life and I need you so bad I feel it in a heart that no longer beats. You consume my every thought and are the reason behind my every action, so if that is what you consider love, then I suppose I do.”

His words take your breath away and suddenly every ounce of fear in your body dissipates. 

“You still haven’t told me why I’m the one you want.”

“The ritual only works if the human is a virgin,” Jeongguk answers. 

Something about his response shatters your heart, because this isn’t about you, it’s about you being untouched, pure. Whether or not he loves you doesn’t matter when you’re merely a pawn to him.

You scoff while shaking your head, shoving his hand off of you and turning back to the door.

“I want to go home, Jeongguk.”

A loud sigh comes from behind you and the next thing you know, his strong arms are wrapping around your middle. 

“You misunderstand, my pretty mortal. It is true you have to be a virgin to become my mate, but that is not why I chose you.” He presses a kiss to your nape and you involuntarily close your eyes in content. “I never intended on taking a mate until I saw you and became completely bewitched by your beauty, and later your mannerisms and personality. If you were not a virgin, I would merely turn you into a vampire to make you my companion.”

You wish you had the strength to pull away from him and leave, but everything about him is so addicting that you can’t bring yourself to move.

“What if I don’t want to be immortal?” 

Jeongguk hums in thought while slowly kissing across your neck and shoulder.

“Do you not want to be with me?”

It’s a far too weighted question, but you attempt to answer truthfully anyway.

“I… I do, but it isn’t the same. We wouldn’t be able to grow old together or get married and have children,” you explain your point of view. 

“That is true. I cannot offer you the same life a human male can, but no human can offer you what I can; pleasure you how I can,” he whispers in your ear. 

His statement sends shivers down your spine and causes goosebumps to appear all over you. You have no comparison since you only know his touch, but you can’t imagine someone else ever making you feel how he does.

“I’ve waited my whole life to give my body to someone and always hoped it would only be one person,” you admit. 

“It still can be,” he argues while brushing your hair away from your neck. His lips produce a dark, purple hickey on your skin and your head tips back in euphoria when he scrapes his fangs over the mark. “All you have to do is say the word and you will be all mine. Forever.”

His offer is all too enticing, and you have to rapidly shake your head to dispel your wild thoughts before turning to face him again.

“Why do you need my permission? You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”

One side of Jeongguk’s mouth curls up in a smirk. 

“It is true I can make you do whatever I wish with the power of coercion, but I do not want to acquire a mate like that. You have to want it, want me, for yourself.”

“Have you ever used your powers on me?” 

Jeongguk fervently shakes his head.

“Never.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?” 

He chuckles in disbelief. 

“You would know, darling.” You gesture with a wave of your hand for him to further explain. “When a vampire coerces you to do something, you feel it.”

“Show me,” you demand.

Jeongguk pauses as his eyebrows rise, but after a decisive moment he clicks his tongue and sets his sights on you, his brown eyes suddenly piercing and far darker than normal.

“Come.”

A crushing, unbearably heavy thought weighs down on your mind and without thinking or even flinching, your feet carry you to his side. He catches your waist once you’re close enough, but you can only feel his arm around you, not see it, because your brain and other four senses are too overloaded with his voice and intense aura.

When the sensation disappears after a second, you dramatically inhale to collect the air around you. 

“Holy shit,” you gasp.

“See?” Jeongguk asks in a smug voice. “All I did was visit you in your dreams. Nothing more.”

“You ate me out while I was awake,” you correct him.

He smiles while tugging you closer until you’re nose to nose.

“Mm, yes. I just could not resist you a moment longer, my sweet little mortal.” One of his hands possessively cradles your jaw. “Perhaps I can convince you by showing you precisely what your future with me will look like.”

Your lips are only millimeters apart, your breath tangling together in the limited space between you and you want nothing more than to kiss him, but your conscience is still clouded with indecision.

Forcing yourself out of his embrace, you back away to keep a fair distance between you.

“Don’t you kill people?”

Jeongguk scoffs.

“Of course not.”

“Of course not? You’re a vampire, Jeongguk.”

“Darling, blood is a naturally replenishing resource. Why in the world would we kill people and have less of our only food source?”

All the vampire lore you’ve heard, read, or seen feels like a total betrayal when you hear his explanation, which arguably makes perfect sense.

“So then you just take a little bit of blood when you eat?”

Jeongguk sighs before taking a seat on the edge of his bed. 

“It is roughly the same amount as if you were donating blood. Vampires have expert hearing so we know if we are taking too much based on the sound of it in your veins and the beat of your heart. On average, we feed from about two to three humans every couple days to remain fully satisfied,” he tells you.

“But if I were immortal, you could just drink from me without killing me,” you comment.

“Precisely, but many vampires do not exclusively feed from their mate and still hunt on occasion.”

“Why?” 

“Well, you could compare it to eating the same meal for all eternity. Just as you would not want to eat chicken every night, we still enjoy some variety in our diet,” he replies.

You return to his side by sitting on the bed again.

“So not all blood tastes the same?” Jeongguk shakes his head. “What about mine?”

A mischievous smile spreads across his face. 

“I have not tasted yours yet, precious.”

The conversation topic sets your nerves alight as you fiddle with your hands in your lap. This still feels unlike any reality you know of, but Jeongguk, and more important your feelings for him, are more real than anything else.

“Do you want to?”

“I do. You smell absolutely divine, my little mortal.” He reaches out to move your hair away and expose your jugular. His fingers trace along the large vein and even you can feel it pulsing with adrenaline. “I want nothing more than to sink my fangs into your soft, warm skin and drink the perfect blood coursing through your veins.”

Someone talking about consuming you shouldn’t have a positive effect and yet you find yourself rubbing your thighs together to relieve the sexual ache his words cause. 

“Does it hurt?”

Jeongguk leans over to kiss the exact spot his fingers were.

“At first, but it feels good after the initial bite,” he answers honestly, all while continuing to kiss your throat.

You slowly inhale while collecting your racing thoughts. Every inch of your mind is saying something different, some in agreement and some not, but you don’t heed any of the warnings and turn your head to see Jeongguk’s lustful, hungry eyes staring back at you.

It’s been months of a one-sided, ghostly affair, and your need for his physical touch after all this time is so great you can hardly stand it. 

“What was that about convincing me?”

Jeongguk doesn’t even wait a split second before grabbing your face and pulling you in for a damning kiss. 

Par for the course of a vampire, he absolutely devours your mouth while you clutch his shirt between your fingers like a lifeline. His fingertips dig into your cheeks as his lips move in amorous, lewd circles to coax yours apart. Once he’s successful, he shoves his tongue inside and swirls it around so he can taste you. It’s not romantic or sweet as a first kiss probably should be, but you can’t seem to get enough as you press your face as close to his as possible and desperately chase after his lips. 

Besides the sound of your wet mouths repeatedly meeting, all you hear are tandem moans and grunts as you kiss the air right out of each other’s lungs. 

“Please, I have to have you,” Jeongguk begs between kisses.

You automatically grasp his face in both hands and move to straddle his lap, which he assists you with by wrapping an arm around your waist. He falls backwards onto the bed, bringing you with him without ever ceasing the feverish lip lock. On instinct you start grinding in his lap and Jeongguk reacts with a growl as he uses one hand to guide your hips. 

It quickly becomes difficult to catch your breath while you hump the evident tent in his pants and continue kissing him senseless. 

“Show me, Jeongguk. Show me everything,” you whimper. 

Your words seem to light a fire inside of him and he releases your face so both of his hands can push and pull your cunt over his jeans. He stops maiming your lips and travels across your visage one kiss at a time until he reaches your neck, painting your throat with bruises and saliva while you pant in ecstasy. 

“I will only bite you if you want me to, darling. Just say the word.”

Perhaps it’s unfair of him to suggest such a divisive act while your mind is hazy with lust, but deep down you know it’s his absolutely unbridled control over you that causes you to answer without any hesitation.

“Do it.”

Armed with your consent, Jeongguk wastes no time at all before flipping you both over and tugging your hair aside so he can savagely bite into your neck. 

When his fangs pierce your skin, you scream as an overwhelming pain washes over you, but once he starts sucking on your throat and lapping up the blood pouring out of you, the sensation is so pleasurable the sound morphs into a delirious moan. 

It’s sloppy, filthy, and a complete mess as blood seeps from the wound down your neck, chest, and even across your shoulder until it’s soaking the sheets. Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind one bit and continues drinking from your vein like it's water. 

In a complete betrayal to your own humanity, feeling him consume your very life source is somehow so sensual you find yourself lacing your fingers through his hair to tug on the black strands. He grunts in response and you feel his dick growing rock hard in his jeans, making you so aroused in return that your hips begin to chase his bulge as he feeds from you.

His fangs recedes from your skin when he begins licking his bite mark and the surrounding area to catch spilled blood. He trails his tongue down the river of red liquid on your chest until it disappears beneath your shirt before returning to your lips to kiss you with his blood stained mouth. 

You gasp at the coppery taste of your own blood as it smears across your face and drips onto your tongue when he forces his own between your teeth. Making out with a vampire who’s just finished feeding from you should be disgusting and terrifying, but you’re soaking wet while tangling your tongue with his amongst all the blood. 

“So good, my darling. Your blood tastes so fucking good,” Jeongguk praises. 

He pulls back to admire you and you return the favor. The bottom half of his face is covered in blood and yet he still looks so handsome. It’s in his hair and some of it even got on his ears, but his wild appearance only makes you want him more. His thumb moves the blood around your cheeks and chin before stopping at your lips to push the digit inside. You respond automatically by hollowing your cheeks around him and gazing up with big, innocent eyes. 

“Oh, my little mortal, just like that.” His eyes turn into deep pools of desire as he moves his finger in and out of your mouth. “Fuck, I cannot wait for you to suck my cock.”

You release him from between your lips and quickly catch your breath.

“Then let me,” you unabashedly beg. “Please?”

Jeongguk’s eyes go wide at your request.

“Do you even know how?”

A sly smile appears on your face.

“In theory, but you can teach me, can’t you?” 

In addition to your question, you take the time to lick the blood off each of Jeongguk’s remaining fingers while holding his gaze. His eyes turn into thin slits in response to your teasing and he starts removing his belt before he even answers you. 

“I am not a human, Y/N. I will not go easy on you,” he warns. 

“Good,” you reply unapologetically. “I don’t want you to.”

Jeongguk sinisterly smiles while moving off of you. Once his back meets the wall facing his bed, he calls you to him with his pointer finger. Obeying without a second thought, you rise to stand in front of him with eager anticipation.

“Kneel.” 

He isn’t using coercion and yet you instantaneously follow his demand by dropping to your knees. The plush rug provides some comfort as you await his next instruction, which he seems to be debating on as he combs your hair away from your face. After tucking some stray pieces behind your ear, he traces your jaw with his fingertip before lifting your chin so you’re staring up at him. 

He’s wearing a proud and undeniably erotic expression, his pupils blown wide with his mouth slightly agape. It’s obvious how much he wants you and your own chest fills with pride the longer you’re on your knees for him.

All while maintaining steamy eye contact, he starts unbuttoning his jeans to kick them off. The first thing you notice is a wet spot on the boxers hugging his thick, muscular thighs and it nearly makes you moan.

“Tongue out,” he commands. 

You immediately do as you're told and it satisfies him enough to reward you by removing his underwear as well. When he does, the sight of his hard cock makes a loud, broken gasp come from your open mouth. 

To put it plainly, his dick is huge, both in length and girth. You don’t technically have anything to compare it to, but you can tell what’s big and what isn’t, especially when it’s that big.

“Is that a vampire thing?” You ask after shutting your mouth.

Jeongguk’s head tilts in confusion.

“Are you asking if vampirism has an impact on penis size?” When you nod, Jeongguk laughs out loud and for a moment he doesn’t look like a creature of the night, but the boy next door. “No, precious, it does not.”

“How old are you again?” 

“More than five hundred, less than a thousand,” he responds. “I am not exactly certain anymore.”

You shake your head while admiring his cock twitching right in front of your face. 

“Maybe men were just built different back then,” you wonder.

Jeongguk seems amused by your affectionate rambling, but refocuses your attention by cupping your cheek. 

“Open wide, my sweet mortal.”

You stick your tongue out as he caresses your cheek in admiration of you completely submitting yourself to him. There’s a triumphant smile on his face as he pumps himself before guiding his dick towards your awaiting lips. You attempt to keep your eyes on his face, but the sight of his tip coming closer has you going cross-eyed as your heart hammers in your chest and when the head of his cock presses down on your tongue, his masculine taste sends your eyes rolling back. 

Despite his earlier warning, he’s unexpectedly gentle as he steadily pushes his length deeper into your mouth. 

“Wrap your lips around me,” he quietly instructs. 

You do so while tentatively sucking on his shaft as his tip finds a home in the confines of your throat. He’s so thick that your lips are stretched to the max, but the pressure and ache in your jaw is surprisingly pleasurable. 

When you bat your eyelashes up at him, Jeongguk looks supremely pleased with your actions so far and a groan comes from deep within his chest at the feeling of your warm mouth encompassing him.

“Good girl.”

Humming in response, you keep your eyes on him while experimentally moving your head closer to his pelvis. The more cock you take into your mouth, the louder Jeongguk’s noises become and the hand on your face possessively sinks into your hair so he can hold you right where he wants you. 

“That is right, darling. Just keep moving your head back and forth.” 

You pull back while inhaling before pushing forward again in an attempt to take more of him into your throat. 

Jeongguk grunts and yanks on your hair when you’re successful and he can feel your esophagus constricting around him. His sounds of pleasure encourage you to keep going and you set a steady pace by bobbing your head while continuously sucking on his shaft. It’s easier than you expected, especially with Jeongguk’s hand on your head helping to guide your movements. 

When your nose finally reaches his pubic bone, his head tips back as he growls deep in his throat. 

“Breathe… through… your nose,” he orders across shaky exhales. “While using… your tongue.”

It seems even without any experience you’re still driving him mad and you feel infinitely smug. You take his advice and inhale through your nostrils so you can lick the underside of his cock when you retreat again. Before sinking back down, you swirl your tongue over his head and the taste of his precum makes you moan. 

He responsively gasps and clutches your hair in his fist as your vibrations meet his cock and once you realize it feels good for him, you repeat the noise while his tip is nestled deep in your throat. 

“Holy fuck.” Jeongguk looks down at you in complete awe. “You are doing so well, precious.”

Although his compliments make you want to continue even more, you momentarily release him to breathe deeply and massage your jaw.

“You don’t have to hold back, Jeongguk.”

His eyes widen as his eyebrows rise up his forehead, then a cheshire grin appears. 

“Do you believe I am holding back for your sake?” He bends over while yanking on your hair so you’re forced to look up into his fierce gaze. “I am just getting started, mortal.”

He whispers the moniker like venom rather than his normal, endeared tone, but it lights you up inside far more than the sweet version of the phrase.

Jeongguk uses his grip to return your head to its previous position and before you can properly prepare, his cock is in your mouth again and you’re choking on his head as it settles in your throat. 

“Do not forget to breathe,” he teases.

It’s his final instruction before thrusting forward, causing you to aggressively gag on his dick as he fucks your throat with relentless effort. You desperately clutch his thighs to keep yourself from falling backwards. Once you’re steady, you focus on suctioning your lips around him so his length can seamlessly move in and out of your mouth. 

If you still had any doubts about Jeongguk being a monster, they all fly out the window due to his erotic assault on your throat. 

Truthfully, this moment should have you running for the hills because he clearly cares more about his pleasure than the well being of your esophagus, but after months of him making you see stars, you figure it’s time to return the favor. 

Your nails sink into the meat of his thighs in an effort to hold onto anything you can, including your sanity, but the longer he pushes his cock into your mouth, the easier it becomes and soon enough you begin licking along his shaft during each of his strokes. 

Jeongguk seems grateful for your diligence, if his incoherent moans and grunts are anything to go by. 

“Oh fuck, darling. Your throat is so fucking tight,” he whines.

When you respond with a pleased hum while his tip is tickling the back of your throat, he gasps in ecstasy and scratches your scalp. He picks up the already monstrous pace afterwards and you have no choice but to hold onto his legs for dear life, bringing tears to your eyes while drool drips from the corners of your mouth and down your chin. 

A noise of surprises passes through your swollen lips when Jeongguk’s other hand steals one of your own to cup his balls that are covered in the saliva leaking from your mouth. You peer upwards with wide eyes and he smirks before providing an answer to your silent question.

“Gently.”

Taking his comment into account, you begin softly fondling his balls which you can tell are heavy with the cum you’ll soon be swallowing. Feeling them in your hand is totally foreign and you aren’t sure how well you’re doing, but Jeongguk’s euphoric expression as you play with his sack is encouraging enough. 

You synthesize the movements of your mouth and hand, doing your best to match the cadence of his hips as he repeatedly sends his cock into your throat. While your tongue swirls around his velvet skin and caresses the large veins on his shaft, your fingers continue to massage his balls that are nearly slapping you with each thrust.

“Yes,” he enthusiastically moans as his head hits the wall behind him. “There you go, my darling.”

There’s something so unequivocally sexy about him teaching you how to pleasure him that sets every nerve ending in your body ablaze. Your sore jaw, swollen lips, chin that’s coated in a mixture of spit and dried blood, and cheeks covered in runny, black mascara are all worth it because you’re finally able to be with the man who’s haunted your dreams and consumed all your thoughts for so long. 

“When I tell you…” Jeongguk groans through strained vocal chords. “Take me as deep as you can to swallow my cum.”

Nodding to the best of your ability with him still stuffed between your lips, you brace yourself for the feeling of his cum shooting down your throat. 

It only takes another minute or so for his balls to clench in your palm and his dick to pulse with an impending orgasm and despite being able to predict what’s about to occur, Jeongguk warns you regardless.

“Fuck. Now.”

You avidly inhale through your nose before pushing your head forward until his entire length is resting in your mouth with his tip deep in your throat. He growls while using your hair to hold you in place as his thighs shake and he comes in hot ropes of white liquid. 

A loud gagging sound accompanies his climax as you swallow everything he’s giving you, the unfamiliar but pleasant taste eventually making you moan once his seed stops dripping from the head of his cock. 

 Even once his orgasm ends, you continue moving your head to lick along his warm skin and clean the remnants of his pleasure off of him. 

“Y/N, be careful what you do to me. You will not be able to handle another round,” he states.

Releasing his cock with a loud pop, you sit back on your heels while gazing up at him.

“Don’t you need time before going again?” 

Jeongguk chuckles while shaking his head, the hand in your hair slowly releasing the strands to slide back down your cheek and wipe away your tears.

“No. As I told you, I am not a human. I do not need to rest or take breaks. I can go all day and night without stopping even once.” The notion of him fucking you without reprieve makes your pussy clench as your thighs twitch with need and he obviously notices the reaction based on the smile he sends you. “Would you like that, my little mortal?” You mindlessly nod. “I can make that happen, precious, but the decision is yours.”

He’s referring to you becoming his mate, an immortal who could keep up with his insatiable need. 

“How does the ritual go?”

Your voice shakes as you ask him about the life altering event and he attempts to comfort you by offering you his hands so you can stand up.

“It is not really a ritual. I just have to come inside of you, your womb, more specifically.”

“That’s it?” Jeongguk nods and you take a couple steps back to sit on his bed. “Would I have to live here like those women?”

“Not if you do not wish to,” he answers. “Although, I am rather greedy, so you will have to be mine as soon as the sun goes down each night.” He pulls his boxers back up and occupies the spot beside you. “You will still be a human and can live life normally for a while, but once your lack of aging becomes noticeable, it would be best for you to stay with me to avoid suspicion.”

A million thoughts swirl in your head as you think about your options and the subsequent consequences. You want Jeongguk more than anything else and that scares you because in order to have him, you have to sacrifice everything you’re looking forward to. If you choose to remain as you are and leave his side, will you ever be able to find someone to compare? Will you regret not accepting his offer of spending eternity together?

“Do they enjoy their life here?” 

Jeongguk smiles assuredly while nodding his head.

“You are more than welcome to ask them any questions you have.” He gestures towards the hallway where you met the women. “They each have their own bedrooms, too. The room you saw is just a lounge we established for them, although most of them sleep with their mates.”

You sigh while pressing your palms into your eyes as a means of focusing. This is all too much at the moment and you don’t know if it’s even possible to decide tonight. 

“I’ll need to think about it, Jeongguk,” you respond.

He removes your hands from your face so he can hold them instead. 

“Of course, my darling. Take all the time you need.” A lingering moment passes before Jeongguk reaches out to run his hands along your thigh. “In the meantime, I would still love to pleasure you. Doing so through our mental connection is not enough for me anymore.”

His statement brings a pink blush to your cheeks and you automatically lean in to kiss him, albeit much softer and slower than your first one. He responds immediately, bringing his other hand up to your cheek as you mold your lips together.  

“Touch me like you did in my dreams, Jeongguk,” you quietly plead. 

He continues to kiss you rather than respond, but his answer comes when he lays you down and proceeds to crawl on top of you. 

You shamelessly make out as he hovers on his forearms above you, the mixture of blood, cum, and salvia on your tongues creating an erotic concoction in your mouths. Jeongguk takes his time exploring your body as though he doesn't intimately know every curve already, but you can both agree it feels so much better touching each other in person rather than your mind. 

“I am going to take my time with you, precious. Do not attempt to rush me.”

Jeongguk gives you a final peck before kissing your neck and collarbones that are still stained with blood. He groans in delight at the taste of the potent liquid while he ceaselessly ravishes your soft, sensitive skin. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you breathe out.

“Do I have free reign to bite you wherever I please?” 

He glances up so your eyes meet when he asks, wanting to see your reaction to his question.

The visceral memory of him feeding from you earlier makes you shiver. 

“As long as you don’t take too much.”

When he sends you a dashing smile in response, your heart sings.

“I am quite the pro, you do not need to worry about that.”

The conversation ends with a harsh sound of fabric tearing and when you look down, your shirt is ripped in half to expose your bra and bare torso.

“Jeongguk!”

He giggles, a hundreds of years old vampire giggles at your poor, tattered shirt as he removes it from underneath you and unceremoniously tosses it on the floor. Before you can protest further, he returns to kissing and sucking on your throat.

“You.” He kisses you. “Your clothes.” Again, only an inch away from his last smooch. “Your possessions.” Another kiss. “Your body.” Kiss. “And your very soul.” Kiss. “Are all mine.” He kisses your pulse point. “I will do what I please with them.”

If you could argue against his claim, you would, but you know just how true it is. 

When Jeongguk realizes you have no retort, he smirks and continues kissing down your front until he reaches the curve of your breasts. He cups them in his large hands and massages you over your bra, making your head fall back into the pillows as you whimper. 

Just like your shirt, your poor undergarment is torn to shreds so he can see your tits unhindered. His initial glimpse must be enjoyable, given that you hear an animalistic growl coming from above you before you feel him mouthing at your skin. 

“You are so soft, darling,” he notes while squeezing and kissing your boobs. “I could do this all night.”

His tongue peaks out for a lick before his teeth gingerly sink into your flesh. He gives the same treatment to your other breast, alternating between kissing, licking, and biting you until he eventually takes your nipple between his teeth. 

You whine as he sucks on the nub to make it pebbled and hard while his hand tweaks the other to match. Even though he’s only fondling your chest, you can feel your cunt practically leaking essence all over you. His hands and mouth are a perfect team who work seamlessly in tandem to drive you insane.

“It feels… so much better… in person,” you pant.

Jeongguk nods in agreement where his face is still buried in your cleavage, but rather than responding to you, he lifts his head, harshly squeezes your tit, and pierces it with his fangs. 

A scream rips from your throat as he sucks your blood straight from the source since he’s right above your heart. Dark, red liquid erratically spills from the wound and runs down the valley between your breasts like a river as your entire torso gets painted crimson. 

“Fuck,” Jeongguk curses. He takes a break to lap up the thick blood with his tongue as more and more pours out of you. “You are s’fucking delicious.”

He returns to the scene of the crime to drink some more as you moan and writhe beneath him. 

When he’s done feasting on you, he licks downwards to circle your nipple with the tip of his tongue before imitating the motion on your opposite breast. The fusion of pain and pleasure sends your mind into subspace and you lose all focus on everything but the man above you.

You think he’s going to keep trailing down your torso to reach the pussy that’s weeping essence for him, but his lips return to yours once he’s done making a mess of you.

“Je.. Jeongguk,” you whimper into his mouth. He hums in response while using his bloody hand to cradle your cheek. “Need you.”

“Where, precious?” 

He kisses the corner of your mouth and up your cheek until his lips are on your temple. Meanwhile, you’re still in such a daze that it’s hard to answer him properly.

“Please, just touch me,” you weakly reply.

You can feel Jeongguk smiling where his mouth is on your skin and his lips momentarily caress your forehead before he moves away so you’re eye to eye again.

“Do you want me to play with your pussy, my darling? Hmm?”

All you can bring yourself to do is nod as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for another messy kiss. 

While you continue locking lips and sharing oxygen, Jeongguk’s hands glide down your stomach to ruin the rest of your wardrobe by ripping your pants and underwear off in one go. Once you’re completely bare underneath him, you return the favor by grabbing the bottom hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He stops kissing you so you can remove the top, but he isn’t able to kiss you again afterwards because you’re busy ogling him.

“Damn.” As if his extraordinarily handsome face wasn’t enough, his torso is chiseled to perfection and he has not six, but eight pretty abdominal muscles. “This isn’t a vampire thing either?”

He steals a kiss while chuckling at your question. 

“No, all me.”

“Insane,” you comment under your breath. 

Jeongguk still hears you and his face scrunches up because of how big his adoring smile is. 

“You are truly such an adorable little human.”

You’re too busy running your fingers along his taut muscles to acknowledge the compliment, but he forcibly reclaims your attention by kissing you again. 

His hands spread your legs apart so he can settle between them before tracing along your skin starting at your knees. He squeezes your supple thighs between his fingers while traveling upwards until his hands finally reach your pussy. When his digits force your folds apart to feel your wet sex pulsing just for him, you both moan in one another’s mouth. Although him touching your cunt is familiar, the previous times are nothing in comparison to having him in person. 

Unlike those nightly rendezvouses, he doesn’t waste any time teasing you and immediately sinks his fingers into your hole with a loud squelch. 

“Oh,” you harshly gasp. 

Him fucking you with his hands and mouth via a mental connection means you’re still technically a virgin and this is the first time someone else’s hand will be inside you. His fingers are significantly longer and bigger than yours, so he only needs two of them to stretch you open. 

“Shh, you can take it,” he whispers against your lips.

He starts pumping his digits in and out of you at a steady pace, using his palm to rub your clit simultaneously. Despite the unfamiliar pressure in your core, the dual sensations feel amazing  and all you can think is that you wouldn’t mind having this, having him, forever. You can imagine yourself 20, 30, and 100 years from now still wanting him just as infinitely as you do today. 

Jeongguk pulls you from your reverie when he begins using his thumb to circle your clit at the same time he speeds up the cadence of his two middle fingers. 

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you tell him.

“Mm, I can feel you clenching around me,” he replies. “Are you going to come, my darling?”

When you don’t answer right away, Jeongguk bites on your lower lip, tugging on it with his teeth before letting it snap back into place. The sting makes you gasp, but he swallows the noise when he forces his tongue into your mouth again. 

“Yes,” you manage to respond.

The assurance encourages him to speed up again as he repeatedly makes a come hither motion inside your cunt, tickling the just right spot inside you to send your eyes rolling backwards into your skull. 

“Come for me, little mortal.”

It’s all too easy to follow his command when he’s a goddamn expert at fucking his digits into you. 

When you come, it’s more intense than all of the times he’s made you orgasm combined and you have to claw at his biceps just to hold onto something because of how overwhelming it is. 

Jeongguk continues kissing you through the high, if you can even call it a kiss when you’re too busy moaning to return the affection. Your body shakes in his hold as a climax more pleasurable than anything you’ve ever felt in your life courses through you. His fingers are still deep within you gummy walls while your cunt tightens and leaks cum all over his hand, but he keeps going even when you whine from the overstimulation. 

He ends your kiss with a final peck before removing his cum-soaked fingers from your hole and you watch in complete adoration as he places them in his mouth to lick them clean. 

“Fucking hell,” he groans around the two appendages.  

“Does my cum taste as good as my blood?” You tease. 

His responding smirk reignites the arousal in your core and despite your body desperately craving a break, you’re already ready for more. 

Jeongguk snatches your jaw before pulling his hand away from his mouth so he can shove his fingers into yours instead. You gasp in surprise as he gags you by pushing down on your tongue, a devilish grin appearing on his face as he watches you struggle with a lustful fire in his eyes.

“You tell me.”

His hand quickly retreats so you can answer him, but first you sharply inhale while clutching your throat to refill your lungs. 

“Cum… the cum tastes better,” you tell him.

He chuckles while placing his elbows on either side of your head to hover over you as close as possible. 

“Surprisingly, I agree with you.” Jeongguk kisses you for a mere second before descending until his face is directly above your cunt. “Which is precisely why I want more of it.”

“Wait — ah!”

Your nerve endings are still tingling from your last orgasm, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to care as he tauntingly laps up the cum glistening on your pussy. His tongue moves from bottom to top multiple times to collect the wetness before swallowing it with a satisfied hum. Meanwhile the oversensitivity is causing your legs to aggressively shake and clamp around his head from all the pressure in your abdomen and thighs. 

“I want you to come on my tongue before I fuck you, my darling.”

He kisses your clit once and then moves down to kiss along your inner thighs. 

“I thought I have to be a virgin to become your mate,” you retort.

Jeongguk is too busy smooching and sucking on your skin to respond at first, but he eventually gives your thigh a playful bite before glancing up.

“Technically, but in reality it means I must be your one and only sexual partner. So us having sex tonight will not ruin the ritual for later,” he explains. You still look hesitant and Jeongguk tries to pacify you by gently kissing your supple skin. “Would you like that, precious?”

At this point the two of you are covered in a mixture of bodily fluids and the bottom half of Jeongguk’s face is stained light pink from your cum and blood, but he still looks so handsome and somewhat boyish for a creature of the night. His big, brown eyes are gazing up at you expectantly and you can’t imagine telling him no as you comb his messy hair away from his forehead. 

“Yes, please,” you whisper to him. 

He smiles and returns to ravishing your thighs with his mouth while you contentedly sigh and lace your fingers into his black hair.

Just when you think he’ll reclaim your cunt, you cry out because he pierces your inner thigh with his fangs and begins drinking your blood again. It’s less frenzied this time, his lips almost leisurely sucking on your skin to consume you. The stark difference causes you to pathetically whimper as the feeling turns your mind into mush. 

Jeongguk releases you quicker than before, but proceeds to slurp up the remaining blood on your leg. 

“I have never tasted blood as good as yours, Y/N.” He languidly runs his tongue through the liquid while staring up at you. “If I could still use the lord’s name in vain, I would.”

“You can’t?” 

He shakes his head between sloppy kisses along your skin until he reaches your cunt again. 

“There are not many things vampires are unable to do, but that is one of them.”

“What else?” 

Jeongguk chuckles before curling the tip of his tongue through your pussy and effectively silencing you.

“Later, my darling.”

You certainly don’t mind cutting the conversation short so he can make out with your sex, especially since your body’s had time to relax from your initial orgasm. 

While he licks along your slit and circles your hole with the tip of his tongue, he situates your thighs on his shoulders so he has better access to you. His arms wrap around each leg to hold you steady and when you begin writhing with pleasure, he tightens his grip to keep you in place.

His mouth masterfully produces stars behind your eyelids and he uses his evident talent to pull more juices from your hole that he spreads around your lips for an easier glide. It feels messy and sinful, but also so good you think you could climax again in an instant. 

After a while of lackadaisically swirling his tongue through your folds and fucking your hole, he moves upwards to flatten the wet muscle on your clit. The delicious friction makes you whine and your tears of pleasure from earlier return to create more streaks of mascara down your face. 

You’re surprised by his relaxed pace while he eats you out, but you soon realize he was just ramping up for the main event when his fangs teasingly scrape your clit.

“Jeongguk…” 

“This will feel good, Y/N.”

That’s the only warning you receive before he growls and bares his fangs so he can bite right into your cunt. 

The scream which pierces the air is your loudest one yet and you nearly suffocate him when your legs convulse from the intense sensation washing over you. He’s drinking your blood while continuing to flick his tongue over your pearl and the combination of the two actions is indescribable. When you still can’t refrain from flailing around, his fingertips dig into the meat of your thighs so he can literally eat your pussy undisturbed.  

“Oh fuck, Jeongguk,” you helplessly whimper. 

You can’t tell if the euphoria is making your mind blank or you’re simply losing too much blood, but you can’t bring yourself to care. It feels too good to ask him to stop and you don’t believe he would even if you did. 

An orgasm begins to loom over you embarrassingly fast and you can’t even warn him before you’re coming all over his face while you cry out and desperately grip his hair between your fingers. 

Jeongguk repeatedly grunts and moans as he simultaneously feasts from you and swallows your cum. It feels like heaven and hell are combining in your cunt and you have no idea which way is up or down anymore. His fangs are flanking your clit and as your core pulses through the high, more blood flows from the wound right into his awaiting mouth.

“Holy… shit…” you deliriously mumble.

He removes his fangs but continues to lick you, both to clean up all the blood and ensure he’s pleasuring you throughout the entire climax. 

Once your body and mind settle into normalcy and you feel like you can breathe again, Jeongguk kisses along your torso, licking your dried blood as he goes until he can kiss you and make you taste yourself on his tongue. 

“I have wanted to do that for so long, my little mortal,” he confesses. “The very second I laid eyes on you I knew you would be mine. I must have you, Y/N, or I will go mad.”

His words act like a magical spell and you nearly tell him to do it; take you completely and make you his for all time. Alas, a rational voice inside your head stops you and you refrain from uttering the life changing words by softly kissing him. 

He returns the gentle affection with a content sigh. His warm, soft lips are swollen from all his previous efforts, but they still feel wonderful against your own. He slowly marries his mouth to yours, allowing your tongues to dance together inside your mouth and you eventually reach up to caress his cheek so he doesn’t go anywhere. Despite how nasty and devious the two of you have been tonight, the kiss is delicately passionate. 

“Please don’t break me,” you murmur. 

He snickers before pulling away to look at you. One of his hands cups your jaw while he runs his thumb along your cheekbone and it feels so calming you momentarily close your eyes.

“Do not worry, my darling. I promise I will make it worth the wait.”

Your eyes catch the movement of him removing his boxers and it causes your heart to pick up its pace. When you see his cock again, you begin to wonder what cards you pulled to exist in this reality, one where you’re about to lose your virginity to someone so entirely gorgeous all over.  

Jeongguk begins coating his length in your cum by gliding the tip through your pussy and you distract yourself with running your hands all along his shoulders and biceps, eventually digging your nails into his skin when he teases your clit with the head of his cock. It’s common to be nervous for your first time, but uncommon for said time to be with a vampire. Ironically, you trust him more than any of the men back on campus with something as fragile as this. 

When he’s sufficiently lubricated, he lines himself up with your hole and you take a deep breath while screwing your eyes shut.

“No, no,” Jeongguk scolds you, using his fingertips to lift your chin up. “Look at me.”

Your eyes meet per his instructions and you almost forget he’s not human for a second. His pretty irises look like they have stars in them and you nearly melt under his ardent gaze. 

“I know it isn’t the same for you, but this means a lot to me,” you tell him.

His head tilts as a confused expression crosses his face.

“You think this does not mean anything to me?”

“I —”

“I have waited hundreds of years to find you, Y/N.”

You’re too awestruck to think of an appropriate reply, so you pull his face down to yours for a searing kiss instead. 

Jeongguk’s free hand lands right beside your face to hold himself up as he slowly pushes his cock into you, using the avid lip lock as a distraction for the pain you’ll no doubt feel when he penetrates you for the first time.

When his head passes through your tight circle of nerves, you animalistically scratch down his arms to relieve the pressure of him steadily filling you up. He shushes you and kisses across your face to keep you at ease, knowing if he hurts you tonight, you won’t trust him enough to become his mate. Besides, he wants to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

“You’re… so… big,” you grunt as he enters you inch by thick inch.

You hear his bashful, melodic chuckle in your ear.

“I know, but I swear I will not ‘break you,’” he teases. 

It takes some time for him to fully sheath himself inside you, but once his dick is pressing against your cervix, you release the air you were holding in while he groans and buries his face in your neck.

“Does it feel good?” You ask him. “I know you’ve been with plenty of women before me.”

He chuckles and presses a kiss to the wound he gave you earlier tonight. 

“None of them compare to you.” His eyes find yours and it’s easy to see just how much pleasure he’s experiencing from being inside you. “You are fucking perfection, my sweet mortal.”

You cradle his face to admire him for a moment and you swear he almost looks shy over your affectionate stare.

“Will you tell me what it feels like?”

Jeongguk’s brow creases at the unique request, but he grins and complies with a nod. He waits until his lips are beside your ear again and even taunts you by licking along the perimeter of your earlobe. 

“You feel like heaven. You are so tight that I can feel your warm walls rubbing against every inch of my cock and so wet you are practically drowning my dick in cum.” His words send a shudder down your spine as he bites on your ear to make you moan for him. “I could have anyone I want, my darling, but I am willing to give all that up just so I can have you for all eternity.” 

He’s doing a ridiculously wonderful job at convincing you to accept his offer and let him fuck his seed into you, but you push the thought away. 

There’s no turning back and you wouldn’t want to anymore, so you inhale and grasp his shoulders in preparation. 

“Fuck me, Jeongguk.”

Those seem to be the magic words to make Jeongguk clutch your hipbone while rearing back so he can completely leave your cunt save for his cockhead. You whine at the sudden emptiness, but it isn’t for long before he menacingly thrusts back in all the way to the hilt. 

Tears instantly prick your eyes as you scream and whimper from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Your veins, nerves, and organs feel like they’re on fire as he naturally sets a disastrous pace of sliding in and out of you. 

You aren’t sure if sex always feels this good or if it’s just sex with Jeongguk, but as the ache slowly dissipates, it makes way for the most amazing sensation you’ve ever felt. 

“Oh, Jeongguk. Holy shit.”

He’s entirely focused on fucking you with all his might, but he lifts his head from your neck to look down at you. 

“Does it feel good, precious?”

You attempt a nod as hot, salty tears fall and make you look like even more of a mess, but Jeongguk just reaches up to wipe the liquid away.

Raking your fingers into his hair, you yank him down for a kiss that seems to motivate him to up the pace of his hips which are already rocking into you with inhumane speed. The change has you crying and writhing in ecstasy within seconds and Jeongguk responds by pinning your hips to the mattress. 

When you still can’t refrain from wiggling, he hooks his arm under your knee and forces your leg up higher. 

The angle brings his pelvis down on top of yours and sends his dick even further into you, making you gasp and sob from the fullness. You instinctively mirror the position with your opposite leg until you’re practically bent in half and Jeongguk clearly enjoys the adjustment because he growls and stops kissing you to heave out a couple deep, panting breaths.

“Fuck, I do not know what I will do if you say no.” The hand carrying his weight moves to your neck. “You have completely ruined me for anyone else. This tight, fucking immaculate pussy is all I can think about.”

You wrap your fingers around his wrist so you have something to anchor yourself to while he continuously pounds into your cunt. 

He lightly chokes you, successfully ceasing your air supply and making the sex feel that much more debilitating. His cock is reaching so far up inside you that it’s almost like his tip is choking you rather than his hand and his reverent confession doesn’t help your dizziness.

“You say that as if I’m not in the exact same boat.” He removes his hand from your throat so you can continue. “For months now all I’ve known is your voice, touch, and presence and I have no idea what I’ll do if that goes away.”

His fingers rake into your hair before tugging on it and tilting your head back to give him access to your neck. He kisses you while his cock abuses your cunt to the point the entire room fills up with the noise of your bodies clapping together. He’s giving you even more bruises as he sucks on your skin and the harmony between his mouth and the big cock stretching you apart is enough to make you forget what you were saying in the first place. 

Jeongguk’s other hand is still clutching your thigh and you wonder if his fingerprints will be left on your skin in the morning, as if he hasn’t already marked you as his ten times over, both metaphorically and physically. 

“I will not let that happen. I will do everything in my power to convince you that being with me is worth it,” he finally replies.

You wish you could properly explain that it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with what you’ll lose. There’s a picturesque future in your head and you don’t know if you’re ready to give up on it. 

“Jeongguk —”

“My precious, beautiful mortal.”

His adoring words melt your insides and silence anything waiting on the tip of your tongue, so you run your nails down his back as a means of expressing what you don’t know how to vocalize. 

He groans at the sensation while readjusting his hands, pressing you deeper into the mattress so he can amp up the speed and force of his strokes. It makes you scratch at his shoulder blades again as the sheer brutality of his hips shoves you further and further up the bed. 

“Jeongguk, I’m close,” you inform him.

“So am I, darling. Where do you want me to come?”

Remembering that he can’t finish inside you without changing your entire body chemistry, you glance down at your torso to decide on the ideal location for his seed. 

“My tits?”

A boyish laugh comes from above you as he bends down to peck your lips.

“I was hoping you would say that.”

Your hands naturally move upwards into his hair as he works tirelessly to break you both off. Truthfully, you don’t want your first sexual encounter to end just yet, but your body is begging for rest and you aren’t sure if your pussy can handle anymore orgasms.  

Jeongguk kisses you again when he feels your cunt constricting around his cock and you know he’s close too because his heavy balls are hitting your ass with each thrust. 

In the end, it only takes a couple more times of his tip kissing your cervix for you to come with a loud, broken moan.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry.

The orgasm is so volatile it shakes your whole body and you sob hysterically while both your cunt and thighs repeatedly clench, but Jeongguk keeps you steady beneath him as he continues chasing his own high. 

After a couple more minutes of him vigorously rolling his hips into your pussy, he whines while pulling out so he can fist his cock over your chest. Hot, creamy, white cum shoots from his tip and sporadically lands all over your tits, mixing with the blood already there and turning you light pink. It feels absolutely filthy, but the sight of him fucking his hand with his head thrown back is truly one to behold. 

“Shit,” he curses breathlessly. 

His chest is dramatically rising and falling to accommodate the comedown of his orgasm and he’s practically glistening with sweat. He’s still covered in blood just like you, the dark liquid staining his chin, neck, and chest and even dripping all the way down to his v-line. 

Unable to help yourself from the mouth watering sight, you climb to your knees and crawl across the mattress to him before skimming your fingers along his thighs and up his stomach. Locating a trail of blood on his abs, you follow it with your tongue while watching for his reaction. He erotically moans as you lick along his muscular torso until eventually reaching his pecs where you circle his nipple with the tip of your tongue. 

Jeongguk looks unequivocally fucked out, his eyes half-lidded and heavy with desire as he watches you in a sensual daze. He grabs your nape to guide you towards his face, but you ignore him and start kissing his neck instead. 

Another moan leaves his lips when you swirl your tongue on his hot skin, seemingly causing him to forget what he was doing as his fingers intertwine in your hair. 

You finish your exploration by biting him right where he first drank from you and his deep, low chuckle makes you smile as your teeth scrape his throat. 

“Be careful, darling. I do not think you will survive me taking you again,” he taunts.

Heeding his advice, you fall backwards onto the bed with a soft thump. 

He crawls over you again, hovering so close that the cum on your chest smears onto his own.

“You’ve made quite the mess of me, vampire.” Jeongguk playfully bares his fangs and you giggle while tracing one of them with your thumb. “Care to clean me up?”

He combs your messy hair out of your eyes before replying. 

“I will run you a bath.”

Before he’s able to fully stand and leave, you grab his wrist to stop him.

“And you’ll join me?” You ask hopefully.

Your endearing expression has him shaking his head and clicking his tongue.

“You are an insatiable little thing, are you not?”

Giggling in accomplishment, you sit on the edge of his bed to watch him stroll into the en suite bathroom.

He returns a moment later and stretches his hand towards you, which you gladly take so he can lead you into the bathroom where a large tub full of water and soap bubbles awaits.

“A bubble bath?” He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders. “Oh, and you’re supposed to be some big, scary vampire.”

“Watch it, mortal,” he warns.

You smirk at him before stepping into the bath one foot at a time and turning around for him to take your hands and join you. Once he does, you let him sit so you can occupy the space between his open legs. 

It might not be the cleanest bath, since the water soon turns pastel pink from the mixture of shared bodily fluids washing off of your skin, but it feels wonderful on all your sore muscles. 

Jeongguk wraps his arms around your waist while placing soft kisses over each of your hickeys and the single bite mark on your neck. Being completely encompassed by him in the warmth of the tub calms your nerves and you contentedly sink deeper into the water before resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Will you sing to me?” You ask while tracing a large vein running down his forearm.

“Sing to you?”

“Mmhm.” Twisting your head around, you meet his eyes over your shoulder. “At first, it’s all I knew about you and after three months of hearing you sing to me every night, I’m just so used to your voice.” A bashful blush appears on your cheeks. “It brings me comfort.”

He smiles at your explanation.

“I have never done that,” he replies.

“What do you mean?”

“Vampires each have a unique power they can use to lure mortals in and mine is the gift of song, but I have never used mine to serenade someone, only to capture their attention or subdue them.”

“Oh.”

Jeongguk frowns at the disappointment in your voice before moving your wet hair aside so he can tilt your chin up.

“How about I make you a deal, precious? If you become my mate, the first thing I will do is sing to you.”

“Ugh, it’s so unfair to use that as a bargaining chip,” you complain. 

Your obvious indignation makes a laugh rumble through his chest.

“I already told you, darling, everything I do is for selfish reasons. I do not care about playing fair when it comes to convincing you.”

Before you can protest again, he steals a slow, sensual kiss by gripping your jaw and pulling you closer. 

Once you’re both clean of the remnants of your affair, Jeongguk helps you out of the bath and wraps a large towel around you. He leaves for a moment to get some supplies and clothes from the girls since he shredded every article of clothing you had. Upon his return, you do a short skincare routine and dawn the comfortable hoodie and sweatpants he brought you. 

Thankfully, the baggy clothes cover all of your bite marks and hickeys that you have no reasonable explanation for. It’s already morning and you feel awful for leaving without telling Emily and hope she isn’t too angry with you for disappearing last night. 

Jeongguk can’t go outside with the sun up so he only escorts you to the door before giving you a long, passionate goodbye kiss.

“Will you visit me tonight?” You ask just before heading out.

“No I will not, my little mortal.” When you pout, he uses the back of his hand to caress your cheekbone. “I do not want my presence to sway your decision either way. I think it is best we stay apart until you make up your mind.”

For some reason, and maybe because you know him well enough now, you think it’s the exact opposite and he actually wants you to miss him so bad that you say yes. 

Jeongguk notices the inquisitive look on your face and immediately realizes he’s been caught red handed, but he doesn’t change his answer. 

You leave with a reluctant wave goodbye before using your phone to guide you back to campus. When you arrive and unlock the door to your dorm room, Emily springs from her bed and nearly topples you to the ground with how forcefully she hugs you.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Your best friend is practically shaking in your arms and you feel immensely guilty. “I thought something horrible happened to you.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you whisper to her. 

“It’s okay. I’m just so happy you’re alright.” She takes your hands after you part. “When we found that guy unconscious and you were nowhere in sight, I freaked out.”

“I went home with someone. We didn’t… we didn’t do anything.” You utterly despise lying to her, but she can’t know where you actually were. “He helped me when that guy wouldn’t take no for an answer, but I was so frazzled afterwards that he offered to take me back to his place. I got a good night's sleep, took a hot shower, and then he gave me these clothes to come back in.”

“Wow, what a gentleman,” Emily comments.

All you do is smile, not wanting to say any more and risk her catching onto your deception. 

Even though she seems to believe you, she gives you space because she can tell you’re still not yourself. You hug her again while thanking her for being such a good friend before heading to your bed to get some sleep. 

The only issue is you aren’t able to fall asleep because you’re missing a key element. 

Without Jeongguk’s voice and presence, your mind feels unbearably empty and the stark silence makes it impossible for you to catch a single wink.

It goes on like that for three days before you finally break. 

When night falls after a straight 72 hours of being wide awake, give or take a couple cat naps you managed to slip in, you leave a note entirely full of lies for Emily and retrace your steps back to the mansion.

Upon arriving at your destination, you repetitively bang on the door before stepping back to await an answer, but when it swings open, the people behind it aren’t who you’re expecting to see.

Six gorgeous men stand before you, all twelve pairs of eyes curiously observing you.

The sight momentarily frightens you, but then you remember Jeongguk mentioning he has six older brothers. You’re positive there’s no actual blood relation between them, but it also seems like too good of a coincidence for all seven of them to be absolutely breathtaking. 

“How is all of you being this handsome not a vampire thing?” 

A couple of the men laugh while others raise their eyebrows at your boldness.

“How can we help you, gorgeous?” A tall man with dragon eyes asks you.

“Is Jeongguk home?” 

“Oh, you must be Y/N,” the one beside him with plush, doll lips states.

“Yes…”

Jeongguk must not have been exaggerating about how much you occupy his thoughts since everyone in his home already knows exactly who you are. 

“He is in his room,” a shorter blond man tells you.

One of them gestures for you to come inside and after briefly thanking them, you head down the familiar hall until you reach the door you recognize as his. It swings opens to reveal the man in question before you even get the chance to knock, no doubt because Jeongguk heard your heartbeat right outside his room.

“What are you doing here?” 

His voice automatically eases your tired mind and you suddenly want nothing more than to run straight into his arms.

“I may regret this for… well, forever, but I don’t think I can live without you.” Jeongguk’s already huge eyes become massive pools of chocolate as an expression of pleasant surprises takes over his face. “I’m here so you can make me yours, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk doesn’t need to hear anything else and you experience his superhuman speed for the first time when he captures your waist, yanks you off the ground, and carries you into his bedroom all in a single millisecond. 

Before you can even comprehend what just occured, he’s pressing you against the wall and using a firm grip on your thighs to wrap your legs around his middle. He tilts his hips forward, effectively pinning you down before tracing your entire outline. Once his hands reach your face, he rakes his fingers into your hair to fiercely kiss you. 

He acts as though you were parted for months and not days, feverishly chasing after your lips like you could vanish beneath his arms any minute. His enthusiasm and evident need makes it impossible for you to keep up, so you let him take the lead while circling his neck and tugging on the black strands at his nape. 

Whether or not he’s capable of loving you, he certainly kisses you like he does.

You’re both panting after successfully stealing one another’s oxygen while Jeongguk’s hands trail down your face, neck, and shoulders as though he can’t believe you’re here in front of him. 

“Are you positive? I will not be able to stop once I start.”

“I’m sure. I want you. Now and forever,” you wholeheartedly admit. 

Jeongguk shakes his head in disbelief as a massive grin forms. 

“Oh, my darling.”

He lifts you again and turns around to send you both tumbling onto the bed, your two sets of limbs tangling together as you continue to make out. 

His hands steal yours from behind his head to pin them to the mattress, giving him complete control over you as he pushes on them just to prove it. You don’t protest being held captive, though, in fact the feeling of being totally surrounded by him is pure heaven after missing him so much over the last three days. 

As Jeongguk ceaselessly molds his mouth to yours until you aren’t sure when you end and he begins, his hips grind over your crotch and you can feel his bulge rubbing against your already soaked pussy.

“Please, I wanna be full of you again,” you pathetically confess.

Just dry humping is sending your mind into a tailspin as your immense need for him overwhelms all of your senses, but the feeling must be mutual because Jeonnguk leaves you with a final kiss before standing over you at the edge of his bed. 

“Strip down for me. Then get on all fours,” he commands. 

You comply without another thought and quickly remove your clothes before situating yourself on your hands and knees in the middle of the mattress. 

Jeongguk looks pleased with your steadfast obedience as he smirks at you being in such a vulnerable position, stark naked on his bed. 

He proceeds to take off his own clothes and you watch in awe and pure hunger while he strokes himself to full hardness. Once he’s erect and twitching in his own palm, he makes a twirling motion with his finger as an instruction to face forward before climbing onto the bed behind you. 

You do as he says and turn to the headboard while slowly breathing in and out to calm your nerves that are tingling with anticipation. 

“You look exquisite like this, my little mortal.”

His hands find your hips as he explores your waist, ass and thighs with his fingertips. He spends a tortuous amount of time caressing your skin rather than fucking you like you want him to, causing you to impatiently whine his name after a while. 

“Please, Jeongguk, I need you so bad.”

There’s an airy chuckle followed by the harsh sound of a clap as he spanks you hard. The initial sting makes you gasp and lurch up the bed, but he tugs you back into place with a low growl. 

The next thing you know his chest is touching your back as he bends over you to speak directly into your ear.

“We will have all of eternity together after this, precious. I am going to take my time.”

You turn your head to capture his lips, causing a noise of surprise from him that makes you giggle into the kiss. When you end the smooch all too soon, Jeongguk chases after your face for another peck.

“The sooner you fill me with your cum, the sooner we can fuck nonstop,” you argue.

Jeongguk tilts his head with a saccharine grin.

“That is fair.” He rises to his knees again. “This is the point of no return, my darling.”

“Good,” you whisper assuredly.

He clicks his tongue at you before leaning in so you can feel his hard cock against your ass and you moan as he moves his hips to slowly lubricate his shaft with your essence. 

Just when you think he’s going to penetrate you, his hand lands on your hair and he forces your face down into his pillows. You grunt while turning your head so you can still breathe, but the air in your lungs is stolen from you when he aggressively tilts your hips until your back arches. 

“There we go. Much better,” he coos.

Without any further warning, he thrusts forward and sheathes his entire cock inside of you in one movement. You cry out, shoving your face into the pillows and clutching his sheets in your fists to relieve the pressure. 

His dick feels infinitely deeper in this position and you swear you can taste him in your throat, at the very least he’s rearranging your guts. 

Jeongguk groans at the same time his hands grip your ass to spread your cheeks apart and provide him with the perfect view of your pussy stretching around his cock. 

“Oh, fucking hell. If I could die, you would be the death of me.”

If you weren’t currently smothering your face with pillows just to survive, you would have a witty reply. 

“Jeongguk —”

“I know, I know,” he pacifies you. “There is no need to beg, soon enough you will be so full of my seed it will be dripping out of you.”

True to his word, he doesn’t wait any longer before using his grasp on your hips to spear you on his cock. Sharp, desperate sobs come from you when he immediately sets a monstrous pace and you nearly tear his sheets with how forcefully you’re holding onto them. 

Him fucking you from behind feels unbelievable, but it shuts down every system in your brain and your body has to run on muscle memory alone to control your movements. Although, you aren’t doing much besides whimpering and moaning while Jeongguk does all the work. 

He doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, based on the animalistic sounds coming from his throat, he prefers being able to manhandle you and use your body however he pleases. 

“Shit, you take me so well, precious,” he praises.

When he adjusts your hips again to arch your back even more, you’re forced to bite into his pillow, but it still doesn’t muffle your rabid screams.

His cock is continually penetrating you with so much force and in such quick succession that you worry about him actually tearing you in half. Yet he doesn’t let up for a single second, and along with his balls slapping your clit with each thrust, you aren’t sure you’ll survive long enough to become his mate. 

“Jeo… Jeongguk,” you incoherently moan.

Honestly, you may forget all other words but his name before this is over.

He responds to your call by using his hand as a ponytail and yanking your head up. The new angle it forces your body into sends his cock even deeper into your cunt and you both loudly cry out in pleasure. 

“You are so… fucking tight,” he grunts. “And your cunt is leaking all over me.”

You can hear exactly what he’s talking about, an erotic squelching sound that accompanies each of his strokes proving his statement correct. 

As your end grows near, your pussy relentlessly pulses around Jeongguk, making him growl under his breath before pulling you up until your back meets his chest. He secures you in place by wrapping his hand around your throat as his other one continues guiding your hips to bring your cunt down onto his cock over and over. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whine when the new position provides his tip with the perfect target inside your pussy.

“Mm, my little mortal must be enjoying herself, huh?”

His fingers spread out along your jugular so he can still choke you while licking and kissing your neck between his digits. 

“Bite me, Jeongguk,” you breathlessly chant. 

“No.” His teeth playfully dig into your neck, but nothing more. “Not until you are immortal. There has not been enough time for your body to replenish what I took last time.”

“Will that be soon?” 

Jeongguk laughs at the subtle way you tell him to hurry up.

“Yes, my darling.”

He shoves you back down before retaking your hair like reigns and speeding up his thrusts. His inhumane tempo makes you arch your back again as you keen and sob at the sensation of his cock’s thick veins and ridges rubbing along your inner walls. It feels like you could burst from all the pressure in your core, thighs, and abdomen and before you can tell him as such, your cunt clenches and you come all over him.

“Ahh, fuck.”

Hot tears roll down your face and collect on your chin as an ungodly orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your nails bite the sheets and your entire body shakes in Jeongguk’s hold because it’s more intense than any of your prior climaxes combined and all you can do is scream and pant as it works its way through your body.

Your high causes a chain reaction and Jeongguk’s hips momentarily falter as your pussy milks him for all he’s worth, bringing him right to the precipice of ecstasy. 

“Y/N, I am going to come.”

He isn’t just warning you for the sake of it, but because there’s truly no going back after this. If you let him come inside you, your life as a mere human ends here and now.

There is no choice for you to make; he’s already completely conquered you, body and soul. 

“Do it.”

Jeongguk doesn’t need to be told twice and he shoves your face back into the pillows before ferociously thrusting into your cunt. His dick swells where it’s buried deep inside of you and soon enough you feel his warm semen filling you up. It’s then you realize why he chose this position and pushed your face down when he came, because once his seed reaches your womb, it feels as though your entire body is being torn to pieces.  

The scream that meets his pillows is horrific and gruesome despite being severely muffled by fabric. You wail and convulse as a burning sensation overtakes you, turning all of your nerve endings into small flames that ravage your insides. 

“I am so sorry, darling,” Jeongguk pants. “I promise it will not last much longer.”

He’s right, and the feeling of a cool ice bath gradually douses each flame, replacing the pain with a soothing sensation that relieves the ache and grants you the ability to breathe again.

When Jeongguk pulls out, you automatically crash into the mattress from sheer exhaustion. He runs his fingers through your hair to move it aside, surveying your face so he can make sure you’re alright. 

“Thanks for the warning,” you dryly joke.

“I did not want to scare you by explaining what it would feel like,” he explains. 

“Did it work?”

As delicately as possible, he pulls you into his lap before sitting with you against the headboard. His arms keep you close as you rest your head on his bare chest while taking deep breaths to replace all the oxygen you lost.

Once you’re comfortable, he tilts your chin to the side where he’s softly running his thumb across your skin.

“See?” It takes you a second to realize you’re spotless and the hickeys and bite mark from before are gone. “You are pristine, my little mortal.” He kisses you where the wound once was. “And all mine.”

A smile breaks out across your face without you even realizing it.

“You know what that means, don’t you?”

Jeongguk affectionately rolls his eyes before stealing a kiss from you, but he follows through on his promise, and it turns out his melodic, captivating voice is even more beautiful in person.

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First thought, transcending the game. Like. Woah. I feel like my extreme kink for vampires should come as no secret by this point, but I would once again like to let the world know how disgustingly unhinged a am for a creature with fangs and blood thirst. So this fic went platinum for me, naturally, and not just because of the vampires, but because Alyssa's writing actually makes me want to tear my heart out and hand it over to her.

It has all the good stuff, phantom sex (fuck yeah), vampires, blood, pussy biting, you name it. So if you're a freak like me, which I would hope since you follow me, then you should definitely give this a read, you will not be disappointed! Lots and lots of hot porn, and then the insane depiction of Jungkook as a vampire, see it does not get any better than this.

[merakoo]

──── 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 | 𝗷𝗷𝗸 ⧽ TWENTY-FOUR

𓄲  He doesn't respond, you knew he wouldn't. The roaring fire inside of you is put out as though someone had dumped a bucket of water over it. Better if he didn't? You let your gaze drop to the floor, to where your feet were but an inch from nudging his — yet Jungkook had never felt further away. 

전정국 x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— cw dilf!jungkook single dad jungkook nanny!reader 1980s au slowburn fluff angst (eventual) explicit content age gap (jungkook is 30, reader is 20) oc!cassian/oc!rayne (jk's children) soft launching the angst in this one

⧽ word count ⋮ 8.3k average reading time ⋮ 45 minutes

── [ ✉️ ] I think I scared you ladies with the teaser, this chapter is not that angsty. The real deal has yet to hit us where it hurts. But oh my god, literally everything is about to change right now. I'm so nervous hitting post on this because I already know how my comment section and inbox is going to look in a couple of hours. The moment we all waited for is here though. Feedback in the comments/reblogs and asks are much appreciated <3

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chapter 24 — "Twig Snap"

Your bedroom looks exactly the way you had left it six months ago — save for the layer of dust that had accumulated since your departure. The knick-knacks you hadn't bothered with in the midst of the July heat, lay scattered across your old dresser, desk and bookshelf. A couple of stacked books, a plant that your mother was surely watering, and the Walkman your father had gotten you a few years back. 

There was something so sickeningly nostalgic about standing in the center of the room you had grown up in. How one glance toward the green bedsheets with dotted flowers could make you feel like a kid all over again. 

The duffel bag slung over your shoulder sits heavier than it had upon your arrival at Mr. and Mrs. Jeon's house. Perhaps it was the cookies Ye-seo had stuffed in there before your departure, or maybe it was simply the weight of Jungkook's silence as he drove you to the train station this morning. 

You let it drop to the floor with a thud, leaving it behind as you approach the bed. Your knees buckle and then they hit the mattress, your body toppling forward as your face buries in the pillow that still holds memories of childhood. Your eyes flutter and you find comfort in the darkness behind closed lids. 

There's an uneven, soft lump, pressing against your ribs. Reaching a half-hearted hand under yourself, you frown when coming into contact with familiar, fuzzy leg. You pull the teddy out from beneath you, huffing out a short breath when its sun-bleached head lolls forward. 

Your dad had named him Tater, said that his yellow hue and lumpy stomach made him resemble that of a potato. You'd cried on the stuffed toy's behalf at first, at least until your mom managed to console both you and your teddy — whose feelings were naturally hurt. 

His floppy arms are easily manipulated under your fingers and you bend one of them into a small wave. "Hey there," you hum, and Tater claps enthusiastically. Leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead, you take a moment to inhale the different scents that inhabit him. Like that of the funky-looking tapestry, paint being left out to dry, the bitter traces of your father's cigarettes and something sweet. 

Despite the delicious food you'd been eating at Mr. and Mrs. Jeon's house, there was still a gaping hole inside your stomach. Jungkook had been avoiding you ever since yesterday morning — when the movie ended and your interlocked pinkies became nothing but a sacred memory. 

You don't know what had changed, but something had. He wouldn't look at you during mealtime, engaging in conversation only when his father forced him to. Mrs. Jeon had worn a solemn expression almost all day but you couldn't quite figure out what had been the cause. 

Cassian was the only one who'd seemed just as clueless as you. Though he was at least able to enjoy himself. You think that perhaps it had to do with you — had your presence been unwanted after all? Had you said something out of line without even knowing it? 

There's a quiet knock to your bedroom door and it pulls you back from the edge of the cliff that had become your mind as of late. "Come in," you call, rolling onto your back as you stare up at the ceiling. 

You already know that it was your mom who had come. Dad never knocked, and he always found a way to step on all the creaks when crossing the wooden floorboards. Your mom is silent, almost eerily so, as she approaches you where you lay sprawled out on top of the covers. 

"I thought I'd give you some time to settle in," she says when taking a seat on the edge of your bed. The mattress dips under her weight and the sight of her like this, instantly transports you back to a time long ago. "Your dad is in the kitchen making lunch, as per my demand." 

The corner of your lip twitches as you nod, "Scrambled eggs?" 

Your mom sighs, "The only thing he knows how to make without setting something on fire." 

You both giggle at that. Your father's inability to cook was something that had led to many pizza nights — especially when your mother worked late and he was assigned with the task of dinner. 

"She won't find out if we're sneaky about it," he would say as you hurried down to the local pizzeria just a few blocks from your house. Of course, she did always catch on, though she said nothing when finding both you and your dad passed out on the couch with the unfinished box still on the coffee table. 

In the distance you could hear the tell-tale clinking and sizzling of a pan, signaling that your father was indeed trying his best to navigate the kitchen in his wife's absence. 

"I see you found Tater," your mom nods toward the plushie you still cradle in both hands, a fond look in her eyes, "I'm starting to think I should write him into my will." 

You scoff, "No. But I'm writing him into mine." 

The two of you share another laugh at that before a comfortable silence settles between you. Things like that were easy with your mom. She asked just the right amount of questions, left out the ones she knew you wouldn't want to answer. You study her through the corner of your eye, trying to force the sudden lump in your throat back down. 

You had deprived yourself of her comforting presence for six months now. The phone calls only did so much to pick up her soothing voice over the static — and now that you were here, on the same bed where she had lulled you to sleep so many times before — three days no longer felt like enough. 

"That's a beautiful necklace," she muses, clearly having noticed the way your eyes glossed over with unshed tears but knowing better than to address them. Instead, she tilts her chin in the direction of the golden heart that rests over your collarbone. 

Following her gaze, you crane your neck to see it better. "Oh," the exhale feels like it's been punched from your lungs and you reach a finger up to trace the pendant. "Yeah, it is," you hesitate before adding, "It was a gift." 

Your mother's expression flickers with surprise as she leans forward, inspecting the piece of jewelry closely. "Must have been from someone special then," she says, but there's no teasing lilt to her voice — just raw honesty. It makes your chest contract even harder. 

Yes. Jungkook was special. Your eyes find their way back to the golden heart, it shines softly under the sunlight that seeps through your window. Yet, the longer you regard the piece, the deeper the crease between your brows become. Were you special to him? 

You glance toward the sneakers by your door, the ones he'd gotten you, the ones you had worn with pride throughout all of Christmas day as you played with Cassian in the snow. Then back to the necklace, the one you had tucked under the collar of your shirt when Mrs. Jeon had come to close to asking, the one you only let yourself behold when no one else was around. 

The moment in the kitchen had felt romantic, as it always did when you and Jungkook were alone. But that was the thing wasn't it? The sneakers were fine — but the necklace too much to ever be given to you in front of his family. His gesture becomes tainted by the realization that it could not exist outside the bounds of your privacy. 

"Yes," you whisper when letting the necklace fall back against your skin, "Someone special." 

Special. But not special enough to be shown off in front of the people he loves most. 

There was this pre-established routine at the round table in your parents' tiny kitchen. The kind that couldn't be found in the Jeon estate where you had shared so many of your meals. No, this came from years of coexistence. Where you had learned that your mom liked her coffee steaming hot with only a dollop's worth of milk. Or that your dad had this peculiar habit of layering the salt on the back of his hand before sprinkling it over his food. 

It was a privilege, to know someone so intimately, to no longer need words when you communicate. Your parents do it all the time, a kiss on the cheek as your mother hands your father his mug, or him tucking a stray hair from her face when she brings her fork to her mouth. 

The two of them had met by chance, really. Three years worth of college, all in pretty much the same classes with neither of them paying the other any mind. Had it not been for that drunken night — spent at the same graduation party in 66' — you might have never came to be. 

A leap of faith is what your mother calls it. She would often remind you to thank your father for your life, for she had been ready to give the pregnancy up as soon as she found out. It was dad who convinced her to give him a shot and go out with him. 

So in a way, you suppose you watched your parents fall in love, all the way from the beginning. You were gap-tooth and a proud first grader when your father proposed. You were 4'11 in a sheer, pink dress on their wedding. You were a lousy teenager when you celebrated their fifth anniversary with a trip to Egypt. 

Nearly twenty-one years later and you were still watching them get hopelessly lost in each other's eyes. 

Your dad nudges the massive plate of scrambled eggs in your direction, "Figured you'd be hungry after the long journey, kiddo," he says between mouthfuls when you raise him a brow. 

"It's a two-hour train ride, honey," your mom sighs when snatching a slice of toasted bread for herself, to which the former grumbles under his breath as he shovels another forkful past his lips. 

You sip on your orange juice, fingers tapping against the rim of your glass as you gaze out across the rather crammed kitchen. The fridge was covered in magnets, most of them bought from various stores in the area, though some souvenirs from the trips you would splurge on every so seldom. 

Lunch consists of small talk for the most part. Details and funny stories about your parents' recent trip, and a bunch of apologies for not being able to bring you along — to which you simply shook your head. "I had a lot of school work anyway," you say when setting your glass down once more.

"Still, we really wanted to bring you along but the—"

Your dad is cut off by a sharp elbow to his ribs, delivered by your mom who hisses a 'quiet' under her breath. Confused, you sit up a little straighter. The two of them were not people to keep secrets, your twenty years by their side had taught you that much. 

But before you get the chance to question your father's odd behavior, your mother cuts in. "So, how has school been?" she leans forward in her seat, ignoring her husband who was rubbing his wounded side with a grimace. "Last we spoke you mentioned a big exam, how was it?"

Blinking a few times, you recall the late evening where you had anxiously informed your mother of the important examination. What you hadn't told her about, was the very hands-on lesson with Jungkook on your couch that had followed. The heat of the memory alone makes his aloof demeanor yesterday feel all the colder.

"It went good," you hum, the few remains of eggs and toast on your plate now forgotten about. 

Your dad finally recovers from his wife's brutal hit as he, too, joins in on the conversation. "Do you have anyone to practice with? Any classmates?" he asks as he reaches for his coffee mug, "Daehyun? He seemed like a nice guy." 

Nodding, you give him a small smile, "Yes, Dae is nice. We study together." 

"You should bring him around sometime," he then says as he peers down into his cup, "It'd be nice to put a face to the guy who—" 

"Dad," you silence him with a sharp flick of your tongue, already sensing which road he was headed down. "Me and Daehyun are friends." Your father had a habit of believing each and every man you interacted with to be a potential suitor — so it was better to shut the idea down as quickly as possible. 

"Besides," you then add with a tiny grin, "He likes boys." 

The brows on his forehead raise a little higher at that and your father hums to himself. "Yes," he murmurs against the rim of his cup as he brings it up for another sip, "I've heard that's a thing."

On his right, your mother sends him a glare that could cut steel and he clears his throat into his coffee, "Not that there's anything wrong with it of course!" 

Your mom rolls her eyes, wafting a hand in his direction like she was batting away a fly. Then she turns back to you, leaning across the table as much as it allowed. "You could still bring him over as a friend. I would love to meet him." 

Giving her a nonverbal agreement, you sink back in your chair slightly. The idea of introducing Daehyun to your parents wasn't something you'd toyed with before — but you figured that there would be no harm in doing so. 

"How about work, how's it looking for you over there in the big city?" Your dad asks when setting his mug down. 

While your parents had been supportive of the move and your willingness to chase your dreams, the financial aspect still worried them. You didn't want to burden them even further by asking for help, determined to make it on your own, even if it meant working yourself to the bone. 

"Well," you shrug, "I told you guys I quit at the restaurant, right?" They both hum and you draw in a long breath. "I make a lot more being a nanny for the children, besides, I've been entrusted with a lot more responsibilities." It wasn't a lie — it wasn't the truth either. Your relationship to Jungkook was complicated at best, and that was without taking yesterday into account. 

Your father seems content to hear that, "I see. And the kids, they're nice?" 

Nodding enthusiastically, you say, "They're lovely, I would love for you to meet them someday." The thought of possibly introducing the children to your parents had never actually crossed your mind. But the more you try to picture the four of them together, the faster your heart beats. 

At least until Jungkook finds his way into the frame. You can see him so clearly. In his dress pants and button ups. With his hair styled to perfection and a face of stoicism. You imagine him next to your mom and dad. What would they think of him? What would he think of them? 

"Their father raises them on his own, yes?" Your mom suddenly asks, ripping you from your momentary train of thought. Her expression doesn't falter when you tell her yes, but her brows do furrow, if only slightly. "He's alright? Treats you well I hope?" 

You hum, "More than well." 

Her and your dad share a lingering glance that makes you sigh. "He's a nice man," you tell them with certainty — refusing to let the mark of Christmas Day show as you send them a faint smile. 

The tension in your mom's shoulders ease up as she sits back in her chair. "I'm sure he is," she hesitates, "It's just— I want you to be safe. The world is full of dangerous people and I simply want my daughter to be alright." 

"Well Jungkook is not like that." You're unable to hide the defensiveness as it creeps into your voice — you're sure they both pick up on it. "There's nothing to worry about," you add after heaving another breath. 

It's quiet for a while where neither of your parents make an attempt to say something. You deemed lunch to be over and rather than waiting for them to get a move on, you instead start collecting the unfinished plates of food — feeling your mother's eyes on you as you do. 

It's your dad who takes it upon himself to break the silence. "Alright then," he leans back in his seat, slapping both hands onto the round table, the way he always would when he had something to announce. 

You pause, just enough to raise him a brow, but he doesn't seem to take note of it as he instead says: "Why don't we head to the garage?" Next to him, your mom mouths something under her breath but her husband simply shakes his head as he gives her shoulder a pat. 

"The garage?" you finally bring yourself to ask, hovering just short of grabbing his plate to stack it onto the others, "What for?" 

To that he simply grins, "For your Christmas present of course."

"Is all of this really necessary?" 

With your mother's hands resting over your eyes it was impossible to make out anything at all as they guide you down the hall. "I'm not a kid anymore," you remind them, but your parents are too busy biting back fits of giggles that had you wondering if perhaps you should be asking them that question instead. 

"Careful now," your dad says when pushing a door open, "Lift your feet." 

Doing as you're told, you step over the threshold without much difficulty. The garage is a lot colder than the rest of the house, the familiar smell that had always been a secret like of yours, infiltrating your senses immediately. "Can I open them yet?" The extreme measures they were going to actually excited you, though you wouldn't give either of them the satisfaction of knowing that. 

"Just a second!" comes your father's voice from somewhere in the distance. You can hear him knocking a few supplies over, the action followed by a few muttered curses as your mother's fingers flex across your face. 

He returns to your side a moment later, breath fanning across your shoulder. "Okay," he exhales, "Show her, honey." 

The bright light is the first thing that hits you as your mom's hands fall away from your eyes. You squint, blinking rapidly as you adjust to your new surroundings. At first nothing sticks out. The old cans of paint, their unopened lids a tribute to your dad's abandoned idea of sprucing up the house. The packages of soil that your mom used to fill the flower beds in the front yard with. 

But then your gaze lands on the car — not the old truck that had taken you everywhere as a child — no, an actual car. With a steel-grey surface, new tires and clear, polished windows. "What is—" you trail off, your attention lingering by the red bow that was tied to the windshield-wipers. 

"Your father and I thought you could use something to get back and forth from school a little easier," your mom explains with a shy smile, "We know it's a hassle for your to commute everyday." 

Too stunned to even form proper sentences, you stare at the vehicle in awe. This was yours? The model is certainly an upgrade from the old, green pick-up that had been in your family for as long as you could remember, and it had undoubtedly stretched their budget to its limits. "When did you…?" 

"Had to pick it up three hours away," your father shrugs, "But it was worth the drive." 

You pause, the pieces slowly clicking into place. "The trip… But I thought you were going on a Christmas vacation?" A twinge of guilt sparks through your chest at the thought of them sacrificing the holidays for this and your throat thickens when you meet your mom's eyes. 

"We still went on the trip," she says, "With an additional detour of course." After a pause she adds, "Merry Christmas—" 

The words have barely left her lips as you come crashing into her, wrapping her in a tight embrace. "Thank you," you whisper against her shoulder, unable to express your gratitude any better than this. 

Your father's hand is warm and gentle on your back as he joins in on the hug. "I take it as a success then?" he says, and you can practically hear his grin. All you can do is fight back the tears steadily building as you swallow down a pathetic sob, nodding weakly as you turn to let his arms envelop you. 

When you pull back enough to wipe the corner of your eye, you glance toward the car once more. "How did you afford this?" you ask, already frowning as you tried to count the costs for yourself, estimating staggering amounts and multiple zeroes that made you feel faint. 

"We've been saving up," your mom says. 

"Ever since you first left," you dad adds with a proud tilt of his head. 

"And I've been picking up a few extra shifts at the store," she hums. 

Your gaze jumps between them both, bottom lip already trembling again despite your attempts to calm yourself down just moments ago. "You really didn't have to," you murmur, "I mean— I'm fine taking the bus. You should be spending your money on yourself, not me!" 

But your father is already shoving the keys into your palm, closing your fist around them before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Only the best for our girl," he gestures toward the car, "Come on, won't you give it a spin?" 

You hesitate for a second, peering over at the vehicle that was now proudly yours. Then you smile, "Yeah, I want to try it." Giving your parents one quick peck on their cheeks, you let them pull you back into their arms a second time. "I love you," the confession is muffled against the press of bodies, though you know they heard it. 

Leaving home a second time was almost harder than the first. You thought that by now you would have it easier saying goodbye to your parents but the brief three-day stay had made you realize just how much you truly missed them. The hugs and whispered endearments go on for far longer than they should — making your departure all the more painful. 

After a long thirty minutes where the three of you all shed a couple of tears — something your dad would never admit to — you pull out of the driveway. 

The journey back would take you less than two hours but it was still enough time for you to sit alone with your thoughts for the first time since Christmas Day. And as your parent's house disappears in the rear view mirror, your mother and father's waving figures growing smaller and smaller until you could no longer see them, your mind finds its way back to what awaits you when returning to your apartment. 

You and Jungkook hadn't been in touch since he'd dropped you off at the station that morning. The air had been crisp, the last snow settling over the ground, a few flakes falling into his hair as he got out of the car to walk you to the platform. A silly and stupid part of you had hoped he would kiss you, seize the rare moment of privacy after spending two days in his parents house and make good on his words from that night in the kitchen. 

But Jungkook had simply nodded a quiet farewell when your train arrived. And he'd taken his leave before you even rolled out of the station. 

Your fingers drum anxiously against the wheel as you drive down the lonesome road. It cuts through the forest, with tall pines crowding you both left and right. You still had a good couple of hours on your side before nightfall, making you relax as you ease up on the gas. No broadcast channel reached the car's radio out here and you were left to fill the silence on your own. 

Jungkook inhabits most, if not all, of your thoughts. You replay Christmas Day over and over in your head. The soft caress of his pinky against yours as you sat on the couch, a stark difference to the cold shoulder he gave you during the rest of your stay. 

Brushing pasting you on the stairs when you were headed up and he down. Both Mr. and Mrs. Jeon avoiding any kind of conversation with him during breakfast and dinner. Excusing himself to his room every couple of hours for 'work purposes' despite the holiday. 

In the midst of it all you had tried to appear composed, like every subtle, non-verbal rejection didn't cut deeper than any blade. And by the time he dropped you off at the station, suppose you had felt some kind of relief at the three days of distance ahead of you. 

You groan, stealing a glance at the necklace you wear in one of the side mirrors. Returning meant facing where you left off last and you weren't sure how that was to be done. However, with only a few days to spare until the new year there was a good chance he wouldn't ring you in to watch the children at all, thus postponing your inevitable conversation a while longer. 

The idea comforts you enough to make the rest of your drive home.

Jungkook did not in fact, not wait, and his call came the very next day, giving you less than twenty-four hours to settle in back at your apartment after being away for almost an entire week. You were going through the pile of mail that had been shoved through the hatch in your door when the sound of your landline came tumbling down the hall. 

You hadn't meant for the letters to slip through your fingers but they had anyway, and on quiet feet you'd approached your desk — picking up the phone with a final exhale. 

The bruising static assaults your ears for a long moment. You should probably have said something by now, but words weren't coming. Once you've counted five long breaths does he finally speak: 

"Are you in the middle of something? 

His voice is too calm and for a second you almost forget how things had ended on Christmas Day — had it not been for the detached edge to it. You glance toward the abandoned mail by the front door, "No." 

Jungkook sighs, he did not usually take this long to get his point across. His silence unnerved you slightly. "I need to swing by the office," he says before adding, "Just for an hour or two." The unspoken requests sits between you for a moment. You knew that he would be okay with you making up an excuse about not having time, perhaps he even expects you to.

"I can stop by," but then again, things very came easy for you, "Give me twenty minuets." 

There's an exhale on the other end of the line, though you can't tell if he was relieved or simply acknowledging your agreement. "Alright," is all he says before the call cuts and your landline goes back to static. 

That was one of the shortest conversations the two of you had ever held. 

You had gotten well accustomed to the comforts of your new car by this point, making the ten minute drive to Jungkook's place feel like a breeze compared to the alternative of the bus. You distract yourself with music, humming along to whatever the local broadcast station was playing as your eyes gaze across the road. 

But even the pop songs soon became background noise and by the time you reached the large house and killed the engine, you had decided that you would try to talk to him about what had been on your mind for the past couple of days. 

"Can we talk—" 

"I think it's a good idea if you and me have a conversation—" 

Each line makes you shake your head. Sitting behind the wheel, you stare at the three-story estate through the windshield. Its white concrete walls felt less like a peace offering and more like an impending doom. Ridiculous really. The windows hold no movement, not even a flicker of a curtain, like it too, was waiting for something. 

To hell with it, you think as you swing the car door open and step out. There was no point in prolonging the inevitable, you would have to face him eventually. And so you make your way to the front door, up the three stone steps before ringing the bell, just like you had so many times before. 

Even with its bright, beige walls and glowing chandelier — the Jeon house fails to capture the warmth that had come so easy back at your parents'. It had been more than a week since you last set foot here, that was the longest you'd ever been parted from the high ceilings and soft carpets since first taking on the position — and in that time you had managed to forget just how hollow this place could feel. 

Jungkook didn't say much when he opened the door for you. He was already dressed for work. Gone were the soft sweaters he'd worn during the holidays, the smile you would catch him trying to hide or the way his eyes lingered on yours when no one else was looking. 

The man in front of you today is a shell of himself. Stripped down until only the firm line of his jaw and his furrowed brows remain. He takes your coat from you without a word, hanging it up alongside the children's with methodical care. You're wearing the shoes he got you but he doesn't glance at them once. 

"Will you be heading out soon?" you ask when slipping the sneakers off your feet. 

He nods, "Just need to get some paperwork from my study." He doesn't wait for you to say anything else, turning on his heel before you can even heave your next breath as he heads toward the stairs. 

It was then you noticed that neither Cassian nor Rayne had made an appearance. The silence which had always been a custom in this house now felt oppressive. You missed the youngest's laughter, even his sister's remarks and the sound of her flipping pages in whatever book she read. And in front of you, Jungkook has almost disappeared from view entirely. 

"Wait—!" you scramble after him, clutching at the banister as you dart up the stairs. He's already by the door to his home-office when you finally catch up to him, one of his hands curled around the knob that he'd been prepared to turn. 

He tilts his head over his shoulder, giving you a long glance that held none of the warmth he'd been reserving for you these past couple of weeks. 

"Do you have a minute?" your fingers are toying with one another, unable to keep still as you await his response. "I'd like to talk." 

Jungkook shakes his head. "I have to get to work," he jerks his chin toward the library, "The children are in there." The finality that laces his voice fills you with disappointment and you watch as he pushes the door to his study open to step inside. 

For a long moment you simply wait. Through the crack you can see him move about, collecting papers and stapling them together before he slides them into accompanying folders. Your gaze darts to where the kids wait for you — torn between duty and something far more complicated. 

In the end, the latter wins out and you storm after him as you shove the door open with more force than necessary. It hits the wall with a thud, not hard enough to rattle the paintings on them, and not hard enough to grab Jungkook's attention as he continues to sort through his files. 

"It won't take long," you're determined to see this through, to get to the bottom of whatever this was. But he doesn't acknowledge you, save for the sigh he lets out, a little louder than the last. You can feel your throat tighten at his blatant dismissal, and the words come gushing out before you can stop them: 

"Did I do something wrong?" 

He pauses at that, the folder currently in his hands bending slightly under the pressure he put onto it. Though you could only see half his face, the frown he wears and the tension to his jawline is unmistakable. "What?" he asks flatly. 

You want to scoff but all you manage is a huff, a strained noise that betrays just how easy it was for him to make you feel things out of your control. "I'm asking you if I did something wrong," you step forward, pushing your shoulders back and lifting your chin. 

Jungkook remains indifferent, his head shaking slowly as he reaches for the briefcase sitting on his desk, the one you had yet to notice. "No," he says, his tone never rising above its default octave, "You haven't." He sounds so sure of himself and it makes you desperately want to believe him. 

Only, you can't. Not when he wasn't even looking at you, much less talking to you. "Well it feels like I have," you shoot back, "So then what is it?" 

A muscle in his jaw ticks as he stuffs the organized folders into the case, sealing it shut with a rough jerk. "Nothing," he grits through clenched teeth, "You've done nothing wrong." 

You let out an exasperated breath, "Well there must be something." Gesturing vaguely to the space that still exists between the two of you, "You don't talk to me, you don't get close to me, hell, you won't even look at me."

The briefcase hits the desk loudly as Jungkook slams it down onto the mahogany wood. He exhales something that sounds almost like a hiss, as though he was holding off on saying things he shouldn't. 

"I need to get to the office," he echoes, "We can talk later." 

He grabs his things, ready to leave — only for you to stop him as you get in his way. "No," you say, halting him in his tracks. His chest nudges yours, a touch that would've send fireworks through your stomach on any other occasion, now it just makes you sick. "I want us to talk now." 

Jungkook's brows pull together, lips pressing into a firm line. The grip he has on his briefcase is white-knuckled, yet he says nothing for a long while. Then he exhales sharply through his nose, "You're being unreasonable." 

The way he says it, like a statement of disapproval, like you were just some kid who's silence he had a right to order. It infuriates you in a way Jungkook had never been able to before. 

"Me?" The accusation tastes bitter on your tongue, "I'm being unreasonable?" Had you been able to take another step forward you would have done so, but your bodies were practically pressed together by this point. "You haven't said three words to me since Christmas Day, and even then you avoided me all afternoon!" your hands are thrown in the air, gesturing wildly to nothing in particular. 

A headache is steadily building behind your eyes, whether it came from anger, exhaustion, desperation, you didn't know, all you know are the feelings in your chest that beg to be let out. "Then at the train station you didn't even—" the frantic flailing of your arms come to an abrupt stop and you swallow the last bits of your confession down. 

Jungkook pauses just as you do, his gaze heavy with an accusation that matches your own. "Didn't even what?" he asks and your heart draws back at the tone he used. 

For a while you debate on not saying anything at all. To mutter a 'forget it' and walk off to the children, pretending that everything was fine. You trap the inside of your cheek between your teeth, gnawing on it before letting go again. 

"You didn't even kiss me." 

There's a small crack in his structured exterior, a quick flash of surprise passing by his eyes, only for him to conceal it again. Jungkook blinks once, then shakes his head. "I thought it'd be better if I didn't," he says. 

"What…?" He doesn't respond, you knew he wouldn't. The roaring fire inside of you is put out as though someone had dumped a bucket of water over it. Better if he didn't? You let your gaze drop to the floor, to where your feet were but an inch from nudging his — yet Jungkook had never felt further away. 

Your next breath catches on your quivering bottom lip — you hadn't even noticed that you were close to crying — and you press them together as you struggle to swallow. "I just—" fingers tapping against your thigh, "I thought that there was more to us." You frown, almost tripping over your sentence. 

It feels devastating to say, to willingly confirm the theory you had been building on with dread. And perhaps it really was true. Perhaps you had let yourself get strung along, let yourself get lost somewhere between the lingering touches and the chaste kisses. 

Jungkook's face twists into a painful grimace as he forces himself to look away, leaving you to watch with a sinking heart as he chews on his next words. His brows twitch once before settling across his forehead. "I have never lied to you," he says. While his tone remains leveled, his jaw clench and unclench as he battles the vulnerability that followed the admission. 

"I don't understand…" If each second spent in his embrace had been real, each kiss and each gentle touch to your skin, then why hide? For weeks you'd been able to place your concerns with his children, delude yourself into thinking that the line between you existed solely because of Cassian and Rayne. But this sudden distance, it was different, and the tremor to his hand, still wrapped around the handle of his briefcase betrays him. 

Your frown returns tenfold as you regard him with scrutiny. "What are you so afraid of?" 

The simple question becomes his undoing as it unwinds the last fragile threads that keep him together. Jungkook's head whips in your direction, his eyes blazing hot when they zero in on you. "A lot of things!" He snaps, finally breaking free of his monotone confinement as he shouts the words in your face. 

Jungkook had never raised his voice at you. Never. And you found that you absolutely hated it. He must see it too, for he immediately takes a step back, the briefcase slipping from his grasp and landing on the floor with a thud. His chest rises and falls, quick and uneven as he tries to rein himself back in. 

A full minute passes without you daring to even open your mouth. He doesn't either, until finally, his chin drops in defeat. "I can't—" teeth trapping his bottom lip, he bites down hard enough to draw blood. When he speaks again, it's no longer a yell, it's something uncharacteristically small, his next confession slipping out soundlessly, "I can't give you what you want." 

You stare at him in silence, measuring the space between you as you glance toward the briefcase on the ground. "What?" You don't register the question until its left your lips, but Jungkook does. 

"It means I can't." He inhales, dragging a hand down his face before forcing it through the hair he'd styled before your arrival. His other one, covered in ink, points vaguely to you, never actually touching. "Whatever this is, it's not right to you." 

A tiny flame flickers inside of you, and you're quick to disagree. "You don't know that." Who was he to tell you what was right and what wasn't, who was he to decide for the both of you? 

Jungkook huffs, "Maybe not." His voice is filled with self-deprecation as he continues, "But I know that we can't keep playing house while I pretend that I'm not being extremely selfish." 

Is that what he thinks this is? That you were here doing charity work with both him and his children — that Cassian and Rayne were nothing but dolls which you moved around as you pleased? 

"Don't act like this wasn't my choice just as much as it was yours," you say, closing the distance between you again when taking another step forward. 

The intensity had yet to dull from his eyes, but he still made no move to back away when you force proximity onto him. He gives you a long once-over, gaze dragging over every inch of you, the way that would always make your skin prickle. Without missing a beat he bends down to pick up the discarded briefcase. 

"Then let me be selfish one last time and take that choice away from you." 

It's the last thing he says before brushing past you and before you can even register what's happening, the door to his study slams shut behind him — leaving you alone with the remnants of the fire you both started. And suddenly you thought yourself stupid for defending him so adamantly in front of your parents. 

You feel like an intruder when walking into the library where the children sit gathered around their usual table. Cassian looks up at your arrival, his face cracking into a beaming grin as he waves enthusiastically. "Nanny!" he calls out as he beckons you over. 

The smile you give him in return doesn't feel genuine and you berate yourself for it. Still, you try your hardest to act like your heart wasn't in complete shambles after your conversation with their father just moments ago. 

"Hi sweetie. What are you up to?" You sink down on the chair next to his, your arm coming to rest against the back of it as you lean closer to better see the drawing he was working on. The rainbow crayons you had gotten him for Christmas seemed to be well-used, and you study the depiction of a large fish with sharp teeth on the paper. 

"I'm painting," he says, pointing to the art work. 

"I see that. Is it a fish?" you ask when running your fingers through his hair, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy. 

He shakes his head, "A shark." 

"Ah, of course." In your defense, the creature on the paper resembled very little of a shark, but you didn't tell him that, content to watch him draw a little while longer. 

Rayne sits opposite him, one of the books she had gotten from her grandfather opened in front of her as she reads. She gave a subtle nod as a means of saying hello, your eyes meeting for a brief second before she went back to the contents of her pages. 

You hadn't seen the kids since Christmas Day and while you had missed them both dearly — Jungkook had occupied most of your thoughts during your stay with your parents. Sitting with them now lessens the ache left by their father's words significantly. 

"Daddy said you went to see your parents," Cassian muses as he colors in the wonky-looking fin of his shark. 

Humming softly, you let your hand fall to the back of his chair again. "I did," the corner of your lip twitches, "They gave me a Christmas present." 

At that he stops drawing, glancing up at you with newfound curiosity. "What did you get?" he asks. 

You think back to the moment in the garage at home. Your dad's grand surprise and your mom's hard work. It wasn't often you found yourself thinking about them like this, suppose it had something to do with the rollercoaster of emotions that today had been. Meeting Cassian's gaze, you give him the first real smile you'd worn all day, "A car." 

"A car?!" The crayons are completely forgotten about as the young boy twists in his seat, eyes wide as saucers. "A real car?" he questions, and when you nod he practically leaps out of his seat. 

Rayne, too, had stopped reading and was now watching you with a look of mild surprise. Though she kept quiet as the library echoed with her brother's excitement. "Can I see it? I want to see it!" He's already on his feet, halfway across the room as he heads for the door. 

You get up after him, "Sure we can. I can even take you both for a drive somewhere if you'd like?" 

"But it's snowing," Rayne speaks up for the first time since you entered, her brows furrowed in concern. 

"I'm a decent driver," you tell her with a confident shrug, "You know that." 

She hesitates for a second, fingers picking at the corner of her page — but even she wasn't immune to Cassian's giddy laughter. The book is shut and she hops off her chair to join you both. "We'll see about that," she says with a huff, though does a poor job at hiding her small grin. 

The three of you head downstairs with Cassian in the lead as he dashes for the font door, eagerly pulling on his shoes, albeit clumsily. You kneel down to help him, easily falling back into the habit of tying his laces. 

"Can I sit in the front?" he asks as he watches you work. 

"You're too small for that," you tell him, having already anticipated the whine that followed. 

There was still a sense of peace that came whenever you were around the children. It was never intentional on their part, least of all Rayne who was still muttering to herself as she pulled on her coat, but without knowing, they brought joy to a day you would otherwise deem ruined. 

Once you're all geared up and ready to go, Cassian suddenly freezes. "Wait—" he says, bottom lip jutting out into a small frown, "I need to get Frank." That was what he'd ended up naming the stegosaurus plushie you had gotten him for Christmas, who now apparently counted as an important member of the family. 

He scurries down the hall, already headed up the stairs when Rayne sighs. "I'll go with him, he's not allowed to have his shoes on inside." You hadn't even noticed that she'd rid herself of her own footwear, standing in only her socks as she give you a quick nod — then she's gone after her little brother. 

You listen to the joint sounds of their footsteps on the second floor, Cassian's excited giggles as he rummages around for his beloved dinosaur. The car keys rest in your palm and you peer down at them with a fond smile. You don't know how you would be able to repay your parents' gesture, but you'd figure something out. 

A minute passes and you're just about to call out and ask how the kids were doing when the sudden knock to the front door pulls your attention away from the keys. Strange. Jungkook couldn't possibly have returned so soon, even if he did, he had no reason to knock. 

Two months you had spent in this house, and not once had there been a visitor besides yourself. Not even a second later, the knocking returns. Three sharp and impatient raps against the wood. Why not use the doorbell — unless they were anxious to alert the wrong person? 

Throwing a glance over your shoulder, you find the staircase empty, Cassian and Rayne were still nowhere to be seen. You approach the door cautiously, fist closing around your car keys, the metal was blunt enough to cause damage, should the person on the other side prove themselves a threat. 

The knocking returns after a beat's silence and you inhale a deep breath before twisting the lock and pushing the door open. 

You don't know who you had expected to see. A big, scary stranger with a mask on, a delivery man maybe, hell, even a clown who'd gotten the wrong address for a birthday party. 

What you find is none of that — but a woman. 

She looks to be in her early thirties, perhaps late twenties, though the dark circles under her eyes and deep frown she was wearing might've added on a couple of years. Her dark hair is a mess, tangled where it falls down her shoulders. She's not dressed for the weather, clad in only a thin fleece which had her wrapping her arms around her torso. 

To put it simply; she looked rough. 

Your grip loosens on the keys you had been clutching, your other hand holding onto the doorframe as you study her. What business could she possibly have here?

"Hi," you try to sound friendly as you greet her, "Can I help you?"

Her eyes find yours in an instant and for a second you could've sworn you saw Rayne in them. But that illusion is quickly broken as they dart around the front porch she stands on, skittish in the way they jump back and forth. "Yes," she says, her voice a low rasp, as though she hadn't used it in a while. 

When her gaze finally finds its way back to yours, her expression has fixed itself into something more composed. She parts her chapped lips, tongue darting out to swipe across the bottom one. 

"I'm here to see my children." 

── [ ✉️ ] Woah. Okay there, before you jump on me and say "Ugh. Ki I hate when they bring back the ex wife in fics like these." Let me stop you right there. Pause. Big deep breath in and out for me. Okay, good? I have a plan, not a concept of a plan but an actual solidified plan. So just trust me for this and sit tight for the upcoming chapters, I know what I'm doing. I won't fumble you ladies <3

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Truth & Dare | Jk x Jm x Th x reader

A weekend over with your roommate's friends. A fun game to spice up the night and what could go wrong?

Pairing : JK x JM x TH x Reader

Warning : this one shot is full of smut with no plot. It contains Bi scenes, degradation, sex, double penetrating, spitting, eating out, body shots, foursome, blowjob, cumplay, squirting.

I suggest you to not read if you are not comfortable with above mentioned themes.

It was my first time writing multi smut shot :) this is purely smut and film of filthy smut. Read at your own risk. Not a great smut but my first try!

"Yaaa! Get some coke!" Jungkook yelled from the living room, his thumbs flying furiously over the controller as he played Call of Duty on the big screen with the guys.

Jungkook was your roommate. Because of that, you’d been introduced to his two best friends, Jimin and Taehyung, who practically lived at your apartment on the weekends. Over the past year, the four of you had grown incredibly close, and you genuinely loved having them around.

Jimin strolled into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. The definition of a rich kid, he looked effortlessly expensive in a sleek black leather jacket. "Coke? On a weekend? Since when did Jungkook get so boring?"

You chuckled, pulling a bottle from the shelf. "Don't worry, we have alcohol."

A smirk played on Jimin’s lips as he slipped up behind you. "Wow," he murmured. He let his hand rest casually—and completely unnecessarily—on the curve of your lower hip, leaning over your shoulder to peer into the open refrigerator.

You just smirked back, playfully shoving him away. "Okay, that was definitely not needed."

It was always like this. The three of them never missed an opportunity to flirt with you. With Jungkook, though, things had already crossed a line. It started one night when he accidentally walked into your room while you were changing, and it had since evolved into a regular, no-strings-attached fucking sessions.

But Jimin and Taehyung? They remained a constant, tantalizing blur of playful touchiness and effortless charm, keeping you entirely on your toes.

Jimin shamelessly let his eyes trace your figure once more. You just rolled your eyes, a knowing smirk playing on your lips as you walked out of the kitchen. You had to admit it—you thrived on their attention, and they certainly knew how to give it.

As you plopped down onto the couch, Jungkook grabbed the can from your hand and pressed a casual, lingering kiss to your cheek.

"Whoa, hold on. Why does he get to touch you so freely?" Taehyung pointed out, his lips forming a dramatic, exaggerated pout.

Jungkook ignored him, shutting off the TV console with a heavy sigh. "Alright, what are we actually doing tonight? I’m bored of gaming, and if we put on another one of those boring-ass movies, we’re all just going to fall asleep."

Jimin sauntered over, settling into the empty space right next to you. "Let's play something. Board games?"

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back. "Boring."

A wicked grin spread across Jungkook's face. "How about Truth or Dare?"

That instantly caught everyone’s attention. Within a few minutes, the four of you were sitting in a tight circle on the living room rug, an empty glass bottle resting in the center.

"Just remember, this isn’t a PG-rated kids' game. Make sure you ask the good stuff," Jungkook warned, giving the bottle a sharp spin.

The glass whirled before finally slowing down, its neck pointing straight at Taehyung, who immediately let out a whine.

Sitting comfortably wedged between Jungkook and Jimin, you leaned forward, your eyes bright with excitement. "Truth or dare?!"

"Ugh... truth."

"You are so boring," Jimin muttered, rolling his eyes.

Jungkook leaned back on his hands, a reckless smirk on his face. "Okay. Have you ever sucked a dick?"

The question completely threw you off. Your eyes went wide as you looked back and forth between them. Wait... they were bi?

"Of course I have," Taehyung replied easily, shooting a playful wink across the circle.

Your cheeks instantly flushed, a sudden heat rushing to your face as the vivid image of Taehyung doing exactly that flashed through your mind. "Well... that is definitely new information for me.”

The bottle was spun once more, the glass whirring against the floor before it slowly grated to a halt. This time, the neck pointed straight at Jungkook.

He let out a excited giggle, the sound so infectious it made you laugh along with him.

"Dare," he said, his eyes glinting with a reckless smirk.

Jimin’s lips curled into a wicked grin. "Body shot."

Jungkook immediately shifted his gaze to you, his eyes dark and full of anticipation, clearly preparing to lean over you.

But Jimin wasn’t done. "On Taehyung."

You blinked, completely caught off guard. Taehyung didn't even hesitate. With a lazy smirk, he pulled his shirt completely over his head, tossing it aside before laying back flat on the living room rug. Your cheeks burned a fiery red. You couldn’t believe what you were about to witness.

Jungkook grabbed the bottle, uncapping it as he crawled over to Taehyung. He carefully poured a pool of the harsh liquid right over Taehyung’s sharply defined abs. Leaning down, Jungkook kept his eyes locked intensely on Taehyung’s face as he bent over his torso, slurping the alcohol straight off his skin.

You bit your bottom lip hard, a wave of pure excitement crashing over you. This was entirely new territory.

Jungkook dragged his tongue slowly across Taehyung’s stomach, collecting the last drops before finally pulling back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You instinctively clenched your thighs together, a sudden, heavy ache settling low in your stomach. It was undeniably arousing.

Jungkook sauntered back to his spot, wearing a triumphant grin. "That was easy. Done it a million times."

The mental image alone made your breath catch in your throat, a quiet gasp nearly escaping your lips.

As the bottle was sent into another spin, the boys seemed entirely unbothered, acting completely normal as if they hadn't just set the room on fire. You, on the other hand, were left completely breathless, your heart hammering against your ribs as the tension in the room grew unbearable with every passing second.

"Okay! Y/n!" Jimin exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with sudden excitement.

You looked between the three boys, the sudden spotlight making your pulse race. Part of you was terrified of what they’d come up with, but the adrenaline got the better of you. "Dare."

The collective smirk that spread across their faces did nothing to calm your nerves.

"Come on, then," Taehyung said, his voice dropping into a husky, teasing register. "Give us a slow striptease."

Jungkook let out a low whistle. Even though he had seen your body countless times behind closed doors, the sheer thrill of the game always seemed to dial his excitement up to an eleven.

Slowly rising to your feet, you kept your eyes locked on theirs. You reached for the zipper of your top, undoing it with deliberate slowness before sliding the fabric off your shoulders, letting it drop to reveal your lacy bra.

Jimin hummed in deep approval, his gaze burning with satisfaction. Taehyung was openly drinking in every inch of your exposed skin, while Jungkook traced his eyes up and down your figure as if he were seeing you for the very first time.

As your top pooled around your feet, you reached for the button of your skirt, unfastening it and letting it slide down your hips.

"Matching panties?" Jimin teased, a playful glint in his eye.

"So sexy. I’ve honestly always imagined you looking exactly like this," Taehyung added, shamelessly admiring the view.

Any lingering nervousness you had quickly melted away as the game progressively turned spicier. With every spin of the bottle, more layers of clothing disappeared, and the dares grew increasingly bold.

"Come on, JK!" you whined softly a few rounds later, watching intently as Jungkook leaned in to kiss Jimin. Their lips clashed in a messy, passionate heat, hands tangling behind each other's necks. The sight was intoxicating. You tilted your head, watching Jungkook let out a low moan right into Jimin's mouth, their tongues tangling in a deep, slow rhythm. When Jungkook finally pulled back, breathing heavily, the tension in the room was palpable.

"God, that made me so hard. Look at her, she looks completely turned on too," Taehyung groaned, his hand casually resting over his jeans, which were already showing clear signs of arousal.

Jimin chuckled darkly. "Time to spin again!"

The bottle whirled on the floor and came to a halt, pointing right back at you. Driven by the heat of the room, you didn't hesitate. "Dare."

"Squirt on Jungkook's cock," Jimin commanded, leaning back on the couch with his legs casually spread, eager to watch.

Jungkook smirked, immediately pulling you closer. His tongue darted out to trace your bottom lip before he gently guided you down onto the floor, spreading your legs wide. He parted you slowly, letting out a low sigh as he noticed how incredibly slick and ready you already were.

"Jimin, fuck, do you see how wet she is?" Taehyung growled, shifting uncomfortably. "God, my cock actually hurts."

You gasped aloud as Jungkook began teasing your outer folds with feather-light touches, before his fingers found your clit, applying a slow, agonizingly perfect pinch. "Kook...."

Jungkook leaned down between your thighs, his tongue executing one long, deep stroke from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He began circling the sensitive bundle of nerves slowly, making you throw your head back against the floor.

"Gosh... this is so good to watch," Jimin moaned, his hand moving rhythmically over his own length through his pants as he watched Jungkook eat you out. "Does it feel good, Y/n? Getting licked while we all watch you?"

You could only answer with a broken moan as Jungkook continued to lap at you, his pace quickening repeatedly until a sudden wave of pleasure crashed over you, making you come right against his mouth. But he didn't stop there. He pressed his thumb firmly against your clit, rubbing through the hyper-sensitivity, overstimulating you until you screamed his name.

"God... I’m going to lose it just from watching," Taehyung growled. He reached out, pulling Jimin down closer toward him. "Fuck, Jimin, come here." Jimin complied easily, spitting on Taehyung's length before sliding him slowly into his mouth.

You watched them from the corner of your eye, a fresh wave of arousal hitting you at the sight of Jimin bobbing his head up and down while Taehyung thrust deeper into his mouth.

Jungkook kept up the pressure below, and your legs began to shake violently as a heavy squirt released from you. Jungkook quickly positioned himself right beneath you, ensuring all your slick juices coated his hard dick.

You let out a soft whine, your eyes still glued to Jimin's rhythmic movements.

"I’m gonna cum! Out!" Taehyung gasped out suddenly, pulling away from Jimin's mouth. He stepped over to where you lay, releasing his climax right across your stomach. Jimin chuckled, wiping his mouth as he looked down at you.

"She looks so incredibly sexy like this, doesn't she?" Jungkook asked, looking up from between your legs.

You lay completely undone on the floor, your own juices pooling beneath you while your stomach glistened with Taehyung's warmth.

"Let's put her to good use, hm? You're going to let us, right?" Taehyung murmured, patting your head gently before his fingers drifted down to pinch your nipples.

Jimin walked over, a dark, hungry look in his eyes as he stood over you. "I’ve always wanted to fuck her boobs.”

You let out a broken moan as Jimin teased you, lightly slapping his hard length against your lips. Once. Twice. Thrice. Completely driven by the heat in the room, you parted your lips, your tongue darting out instinctively, needy for a taste.

Jimin chuckled softly, glancing over at the other two, who were watching with dark, satisfied smirks. "So needy, hm? I want to fuck your boobs, baby. Don't worry, Jungkook will be more than happy to fill your mouth."

Shifting his position, Jimin aligned his dick right between your heavy breasts. A low, ragged sigh escaped his lips as he squeezed your breasts tightly together around his shaft. "Gosh..." he murmured, before he began sliding his length smoothly back and forth between them.

At the same time, Jungkook knelt by your head, his eyes dark with intent. "Open up."

Before you could even process his words, you let out a sharp gasp at a sudden, freezing sensation between your thighs. Taehyung had moved between your legs, tilting a bottle of whiskey over you. Your eyes rolled back as the ice-cold alcohol poured directly over your sensitive folds.

"Gonna drink some off you," he muttered darkly. He parted your folds with his fingers, leaning down to inhale the sharp scent of your arousal blended with the liquor, before plunging his tongue deep inside your entrance. Another wave of pure pleasure crashed over you, making your mind go completely fuzzy.

Your mouth, still open from the sharp gasps of pleasure, was suddenly filled as Jungkook pushed his thick, pulsing length inside. He groaned deeply, his hips rotating slowly as he adjusted to your heat. "So warm!"

You couldn't think straight. Your senses were entirely overwhelmed with Taehyung eating you out, Jungkook taking over your mouth, and Jimin riding the tight space between your breasts.

As your eyelids grew heavy, threatening to close from the sheer intensity of it all, Jungkook delivered a sharp, light slap to your cheek. "Open your eyes. Look at me."

He buckled his hips forward, pushing deeper into your throat and making you gag softly around him.

Jimin finally pulled away from your chest, leaning down further to press his lips against your breasts. He gave each nipple his full undivided attention, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peaks with a surprising, torturous gentleness.

"Ugh... Tae..." you moaned out, your voice a breathless rasp as you felt Taehyung’s tongue begin to stray lower, dangerously close to your ass.

Jungkook’s pace quickened until he let out a low growl, pulling out of your mouth just in time to release his climax across your face. "Fuck! Look at you. All drenched and dripping. Does it turn you on more?" he panted, breathless. You leaned up slightly, pressing a slow, messy kiss to his lips, your tongues tangling as he sucked on yours. But the distraction was short-lived; you whined into the kiss as Taehyung’s breath hit the sensitive skin of your backside.

"Gosh... this hole looks so tempting too," Taehyung muttered, his voice thick with desire.

Jimin reached down and pulled you up by your waist. Your knees were shaking violently, barely able to support your weight. "On all fours," Jungkook commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Jimin immediately laid flat on his back beneath you, guiding your body over his face. Your dripping center was positioned directly over his mouth, while your backside was raised high into the air.

Jungkook stepped up behind you, callously parting your cheeks to give Taehyung a perfect, unobstructed view. "A fucking tight hole."

Taehyung slowly ran his tongue up and down the seam, his own length practically throbbing with need. You whined loudly, your body aching for his tongue to center directly on your tightest knot of nerves.

Jimin didn't wait, reaching up to pull your hips down firmly, forcing your wetness flat against his face. You screamed out at the dual sensation as both men began lapping at you simultaneously. Jimin ate you out like a starving man, swallowing every drop of your juice, while Taehyung swirled his tongue deeply against your asshole, giving it his undivided attention.

Jungkook, unable to just sit back and watch anymore, moved to Taehyung’s side. He wrapped his hand around Taehyung’s throbbing cock, squeezing it firmly. Taehyung let out a sharp hiss at the sudden, intense friction.

"Fuck," Taehyung groaned directly against your skin, the deep vibration of his voice sending a literal shockwave straight through to your clit.

"God! Fuck!" you cried out, your dirty noises causing Jimin to hum in deep, vibration-heavy approval against your folds. You could hear Taehyung’s ragged moans echoing between every wet stroke of his tongue.

"I need... I need you guys inside... please..." you whined, your entire body trembling as your core pulsed with an unbearable, aching need to be filled.

Taehyung smirked, leaning back onto his hands. "I want to watch."

Jimin nodded in agreement, shifting his weight. He slowly positioned the heavy head of his length right against your dripping center, deliberately dragging it up and down against your hyper-sensitive clit.

"J–Jimin..." you gasped, your fingers clawing at the floor.

"She's so fucking sensitive!" Jungkook growled, his eyes wide and dark as he watched Jimin teasingly rub himself against your swollen folds.

"She is so wet and sloppy," Jimin commented, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips just before he delivered a sharp, stinging spank to your raised ass. The sudden heat made you jump.

"Just fuck her already," Taehyung urged, his voice tight.

Jimin didn't need to be told twice. He slowly sunk himself inside you, a string of breathless curses leaving his mouth as your slick warmth pulled him in instantly.

Beside Taehyung, Jungkook let out a low whimper at the sight.

You felt Jimin’s thick length stretch your walls beautifully, a sensation so intense it made your eyes roll back in pure bliss. Your mouth hung open in silent gasps as he began a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing and pulling deeply in and out of your core, making you squirm helplessly against the slow, agonizing friction.

"Fuck," Jimin moaned, his bare chest slick with sweat as he picked up the pace.

Jungkook reached over, pulling Taehyung closer by his waist. He wrapped a single hand around both of their throbbing lengths, his grip gentle yet firm. Taehyung groaned, buckling his hips forward and grinding his shaft directly against Jungkook’s in a desperate search for friction.

You cried out in pleasure, the view of the two boys touching each other only heightening your own ecstasy. Jungkook moaned loudly, his head throwing back as he neared his limit. "Are we taking her together next?" Taehyung panted, leaning in to capture the youngest's lips in a wet, deep, open-mouthed kiss.

With a final, deep plunge, Jimin shuddered, releasing a thick wave of his climax deep inside your core. He pulled out slowly, but immediately pushed two fingers back inside you, deliberately stroking the walls to pack his warmth deep within you.

Taehyung broke the kiss with Jungkook and walked over, his eyes burning. "Time to take care of us, baby."

Jungkook leaned down toward the floor, wrapping his fingers into Jimin’s blonde hair and tilting his head back so he could hungrily suck on Jimin’s nipples. Jimin moaned loudly in response, arching his chest and pressing Jungkook's face closer against his skin.

Your core dripped heavily with a mix of Jimin’s cum and your own endless juices as you lay there, watching Jungkook eagerly worship Jimin's body.

But you weren't left waiting for long. Taehyung lined his hard length right against your tight backside, leaving your aching front completely open for Jungkook. You screamed aloud as Jimin crawled back up to your head, burying his face in your neck to plant a series of deep, marking bruises.

On a shared count, Jungkook and Taehyung pushed themselves slowly into your respective holes. Both of them let out a synchronous, ragged moan as they bottomed out inside you.

You completely lost control of your senses. The boundaries of your mind blurred entirely; you could no longer tell which dick belonged to whom, or whose lips were pressing against your skin. You only knew the incredible, overwhelming stretch of being completely filled to maximum capacity. Jimin kept his hands busy, aggressively massaging your breasts, kissing and sucking on the tight peaks like a starving man, while Taehyung ruthlessly fucked your ass and Jungkook pounded into your pussy.

"Ughhh!"

Your breathless screams only fueled their speed further. The living room was filled with the chaotic symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, deep, guttural groans, and ragged pants.

"I’m coming!" Taehyung suddenly groaned, his pace turning frantic before he abruptly pulled completely out of your backside.

Jimin didn't hesitate, immediately crawling over to Taehyung's twitching length, wrapping his lips around it and sucking him off with practiced ease. "Good boy," Taehyung complimented breathlessly, patting Jimin’s cheek as his hips twitched.

With one last, incredibly deep thrust that pinned you to the floor, Jungkook released his entire load deep inside your pussy. The intensity of it shattered you; you squirted violently right onto his stomach, your head thrown back against the rug as hot tears of pure overstimulation stained your cheeks.

Seconds later, Jimin pulled back, and Taehyung came heavily inside Jimin’s mouth, making the blonde moan in sheer ecstasy as he swallowed the thick release.

The rest of the night stretched out into a seamless, hazy blur of heat—each body eagerly taking turns sucking each other off, worshiping your skin, and ruthlessly stretching you out until none of you could move.

A/n : what was i thinking while writing this...? Idk.

[ptolemaeiia]

TONGUE SMAU ✴︎ c. james

⌞ 🧷 ⌝ 𝒾n which 𓄲 texts between you and your messy situationship… read tongue for the whole context + story

nsfw content : suggestive messages + sexting, +18 photos, cursing, hate, insults, toxic relationship, degradation (?)

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Help Wanted Chapter 24:

[merakoo]

Okay so, this chapter on Wednesday night. Hopefully between 9-10pm CET <3

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secret blowjob | pjm

→ summary: you give jimin a secret blowjob during a get together at taehyung's penthouse → pairing: bts!jimin x fem!reader → tags: smut, jimin smut, kissing, bts fanfiction, jimin x reader, park jimin, secret relationship, angst, romance, bts au, idol au, party scene, tension, forbidden love, slow burn, head, blowjob, teasing, flirting, dialogue, dirty talk, etc → word count: 3.0k → a/n: I FEEL MYSELF RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS...feel free to suggest things in my inbox >:)

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the bass of taehyung's expensive sound system thrummed through the floor, a steady heartbeat for the gathering. laughter echoed off the high ceilings and glass walls of the penthouse, the city lights of seoul twinkling outside. it was one of those rare nights where the chaos of their schedules aligned, bts and their partners, all gathered in one space.

you were nursing a flute of champagne, the bubbles tickling your nose, your body angled just so on the velvet sofa to have a clear line of sight to him.

he was leaning against the kitchen island, effortlessly captivating in a simple black silk shirt that clung to his shoulders and chest. he was listening intently to something yoongi's girlfriend was saying, his head tilted, a polite smile on his lips, but you knew him better. you saw the way his eyes kept flickering away, scanning the room, searching. and when they found you, the polite smile transformed into something else entirely.

it was a private, searing look that lasted no more than two seconds before he deliberately turned his attention back to the conversation. but it was enough. a current arced between you across the crowded room, a secret energy. your stomach clenched, a familiar heat pooling low in your belly.

this was the game you played. the delicious, maddening, terrifying game of being his secret. six months of stolen glances, of coded text messages, of quick, desperate encounters in back hallways and darkened cars. the secrecy was a kind of constant low level hum of danger that made every touch feel risky. but nights like tonight, surrounded by everyone you were hiding from, were a special kind of torture and thrill.

"are you even listening to me?" hae, hoseok's girlfriend, nudged your arm playfully. you blinked, snapping back to the present. "sorry, zoned out for a second. what were you saying?"

"i was asking if you've seen the view from the terrace yet. it's insane. tae really outdid himself."

"i bet," you murmured, your eyes drifting back to jimin. he had moved now, standing by the large windows, staring out at the city skyline. his profile was sharp, beautiful, the line of his jaw tense. he looked pensive, distant. you wanted nothing more than to go to him, to wrap your arms around his waist and press your cheek against his back, but you couldn't. you were just friends, another guest at the party. the thought was a bitter pill.

as if sensing your frustration, he turned from the window. his gaze found you again, and this time, it was heavier, more deliberate. he let his eyes linger, a slow, appreciative sweep from your face down to the bare skin of your legs, exposed by the slit in your dress. you felt the caress of his gaze like a physical touch, your skin prickling with heat. he raised his glass to you in a silent, mocking toast before taking a slow sip. the message was clear:i want you and we can't do a damn thing about it.

you clenched your jaw, taking a gulp of your own champagne. two could play at that game. you set your glass down, stood up, and made your way towards the balcony, deliberately walking a path that would take you right past him. you didn't look at him, but you felt the shift in the air as you approached. you paused by the door to the terrace, pretending to be interested in a piece of art on the wall, your back to him.

"you're playing with fire," a low voice murmured right beside your ear, making you jump. he had moved so silently.

"someone has to," you retorted quietly, not turning around. "you can't just look at me like that and expect me to do nothing."

"like what?" he asked, his voice a challenge. you could feel the warmth radiating from his body and smell the faint, clean scent of his cologne.

"you know exactly how you were looking at me."

he chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that you felt more than heard. "i have no idea what you're talking about. i was just admiring the art."

you finally turned to face him, your eyes flashing. "the art? is that what we're calling it now?"

his smile was wicked, his eyes dark and alive with mischief. "the best kind. a living masterpiece." his gaze dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second. "but you're right. it's not fair." he took a small step closer, bringing you into the shadow of a large ornamental plant near the entryway. the proximity was dizzying. "i've been thinking about that dress you wore last week; how i peeled it off you, how you tasted."

your breath hitched. "jimin, stop."

"or what?" he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "you'll make me stop thinking about bending you over this railing right now?"

a shiver raced down your spine. the risk was immense. taehyung's girlfriend was laughing with jin just a few feet away in the living room. "we can't," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

"i know," he breathed, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back, his thumb stroking circles through the thin fabric of your dress. it was an innocent enough touch for anyone who might glance over, but for you, it was branding. "that's what makes it so much fun, isn't it?"

he was right. the fear, the adrenaline, it was all mixing with the raw desire to create a potent cocktail. you could feel your resolve crumbling.

"i have an idea," he whispered, his eyes gleaming. "trust me?"

you looked into his face, searching for any sign of hesitation. there was none. only confidence, desire, and that familiar, dangerous spark. against your better judgment, you nodded.

"good girl," he murmured, the praise sending another wave of heat through you. "finish your drink. walk back to your seat. in two minutes, get up and head for the main hallway. the one by the guest bedrooms. don't look back."

and then he was gone, melting back into the party as smoothly as he'd appeared, leaving you leaning against the wall, your heart hammering against your ribs. you did as he said, your legs feeling unsteady as you walked back to the sofa. you picked up your champagne, your hand trembling so much the liquid sloshed against the sides of the flute. the next two minutes were the longest of your life. you nodded and smiled at the conversation around you, but you heard none of it. all your senses were focused on the hallway, on the promise of what awaited you.

when the time was up, you stood. "just heading to the restroom," you said to no one in particular, your voice sounding surprisingly normal.

the hallway was dimmer, quieter, the thumping bass of the music a distant pulse. you saw him immediately, standing outside a door halfway down the corridor, his back to you. he didn't turn as you approached, but you knew he was aware of your every step. he pushed the door open; a guest bedroom, not the bathroom - and gestured for you to go in.

"jimin, no," you protested in a harsh whisper. "someone's bedroom?"

"relax," he said, following you in and closing the door. the click of the lock was unnervingly loud in the sudden silence. "it's the spare room. no one's been in here tonight." he took your hand, his grip firm, and pulled you further into the room, away from the door. the space was pristine, the bed perfectly made, the air still. it felt like a different world.

"this is insane," you breathed, but you were already moving into his embrace, your body betraying your words.

"completely," he agreed, his lips finding yours. the kiss was desperate, hungry, six months of pent-up frustration and longing pouring into it. his hands were everywhere, tangling in your hair, sliding down your back to cup your ass and pull you flush against him. you could feel how hard he was, the rigid length of him pressing insistently against your stomach through his trousers.

you moaned into his mouth, your own hands roaming his chest, feeling the taut muscle beneath the silk shirt. you wanted to feel his skin, to taste him, to have him in a way that was impossible in this room, on this bed, with a hundred people just outside. the frustration was agonizing.

"i need you," you gasped, breaking the kiss.

"i know, baby. i know," he soothed, his forehead resting against yours. "but we can't. not here. not like this." he took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment. when he opened them, they were dark with a new kind of intensity. "but i can't leave you like this. and i can't go back out there like this."

he took your hand and guided it down to the front of his pants, pressing your palm against his straining erection. "see what you do to me?" he groaned. "this is your fault."

a thrill went through you, a surge of feminine power. "then let me fix it," you whispered, your eyes locked on his.

his breath hitched. "here?"

you nodded slowly, a slow smile spreading across your face. the idea was reckless

a slow, wicked grin spread across jimin's face, his eyes darkening with a mixture of surprise and raw, unadulterated lust. "here?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. "right now?"

"right now," you confirmed, your confidence growing with every passing second. the risk was a potent drug, and you were already addicted. you sank to your knees on the plush carpet, the fabric soft against your skin. the movement was graceful, deliberate, your eyes never leaving his. from this angle, you had to look up at him, and the shift in power sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight to your core.

"fuck," he breathed, his hand coming up to rest on the top of your head, his fingers tangling gently in your hair. "you're going to be the death of me."

you smiled, a slow, seductive curve of your lips. "i'll try to make it worth it." your hands went to the buckle of his belt, the metallic clink sounding like a gunshot in the quiet room. you both froze, listening. the party was still a distant, muffled hum of bass and laughter. no one was coming. you continued, your fingers working with practiced ease to undo his trousers. the zipper was next, another sharp sound that made his grip on your hair tighten.

you freed him from the confines of his silk boxers, and he sprang into your waiting hand. he was already rock-hard, the tip flushed and glistening with pre-cum. you took a moment to just look, to appreciate him in the dim light filtering in from the hallway. he was beautiful, perfectly formed, and the knowledge that you were the one who made him this way, who could reduce the confident, charismatic park jimin to this state of desperate need, was heady.

you leaned forward, not taking him into your mouth yet, but letting your warm breath ghost over the sensitive head. he shuddered, a low groan escaping his lips.

"stop teasing," he pleaded, his voice strained.

you smirked and finally gave him what he wanted, swirling your tongue around the tip to taste the salty bead of moisture there. his hips jerked involuntarily, a choked sound catching in his throat. you took him into your mouth then, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he hit the back of your throat. you relaxed, taking him deeper still, your nose buried in the coarse hair at his base.

"jesus christ," he hissed, his head falling back against the door with a soft thud. "your mouth… so fucking perfect."

you began to move, establishing a rhythm that was both leisurely and intense. you pulled back until just the tip was between your lips, then sank down again, taking him deep. your hands came up to cup his balls, rolling them gently as your mouth worked its magic. you could feel his control fraying, the taut muscles in his thighs trembling under your touch.

you were so lost in the sensation, in the taste and feel of him, that you almost missed it. a sound. footsteps. not the muffled, indistinct noise from the party, but the clear, distinct click-clack of high heels on the hardwood floor of the hallway, getting closer.

panic, cold and sharp, shot through you. you froze, your mouth still full of him. jimin's eyes flew open, wide with alarm. his body went rigid, his hand tightening in your hair, not in pleasure but in a silent command to stay still. the footsteps grew louder, accompanied by a female voice, laughing.

"…so i told him, if you think i'm wearing that, you've lost your mind!" the voice was right outside the door now. it sounded like one of the stylists' assistants.

jimin's eyes were locked on yours, a frantic, silent communication passing between you. don't move. don't make a sound. you could feel his heart hammering through his shaft, the frantic pulse a stark contrast to the stillness of his body. the risk was no longer thrilling; it was terrifying. your own heart was beating so hard you were sure they must be able to hear it through the door.

the doorknob jiggled.

your blood ran cold. it was locked. thank god, it was locked. but what if they had a key? what if taehyung told them where it was?

"strange," the voice outside said. "it's locked. is someone in there?"

a second voice, closer this time, replied, "maybe it's just tae being weird. let's try the other guest room. i think i saw one down by the kitchen."

there was a moment of agonizing silence, and then, blessedly, the sound of the footsteps receding, moving away down the hall.

both of you let out silent, shaky breaths. the adrenaline was still coursing through you, making your hands tremble. you started to pull back, to end this madness, but jimin's grip on your hair tightened, stopping you.

"don't you dare stop," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous command. his eyes were blazing with a fire you'd never seen before, a mixture of fear, relief, and a primal, desperate need that overshadowed everything else. the near-miss hadn't scared him off; it had fueled him.

he began to move his hips, a slow, shallow thrusting into your mouth. "finish it," he breathed, his voice raw. "now."

the command sent a fresh wave of heat through you, washing away the fear and replacing it with a renewed sense of purpose. you redoubled your efforts, your head bobbing faster now, your tongue working feverishly against the sensitive underside of his cock. you hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard, and he rewarded you with a guttural moan that he quickly muffled with his own hand.

"fuck, yes," he whispered, his eyes squeezing shut. "just like that. don't stop."

you could feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming less controlled, more erratic. his breathing was ragged, his whole body tensing like a coiled spring. you looked up at his face, at the way his brow was furrowed in concentration, his lips parted as he fought for breath. he was utterly lost in the pleasure you were giving him, and the sight was the most erotic thing you had ever seen.

"right there," he choked out, his hand fisting in your hair. "i'm gonna… fuck…"

with a final, deep thrust, he came, his body shuddering violently as he spilled himself down your throat. you swallowed quickly, your throat working to take every last drop. you continued to suck him gently, milking him through his orgasm, until he was completely spent.

he slumped against the door, his body limp, his chest heaving. you slowly released him, tucking him back into his trousers and refastening his belt with nimble fingers. you rose to your feet, your knees a little stiff, and met his gaze.

he looked wrecked. his hair was messy, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were heavy-lidded with satisfaction. he reached for you, pulling you into his arms and crushing his lips to yours in a kiss that was less about passion and more about gratitude, and possession.

"you," he said, his voice hoarse as he rested his forehead against yours, "are absolutely insane."

"you knew that when you met me," you whispered back, a smile playing on your lips.

he chuckled, a low, contented sound. "i did." he kissed you again, softer this time, a lingering press of his lips. "and i wouldn't have you any other way."

after a moment, he pulled away, checking his reflection in the dresser mirror and attempting to smooth his hair into some semblance of order. "okay," he said, taking a deep breath. "we go back one at a time. you first. wait two minutes, then i'll follow."

you nodded, your heart already starting to settle back into a normal rhythm. you smoothed down your dress, ran a hand through your own hair, and gave him one last, lingering look before unlocking the door and slipping back out into the hallway. the party was still in full swing, oblivious.

you walked back to the living room, a secret smile on your face, the taste of him still on your lips. you had just reclaimed your seat on the sofa when jimin reappeared, looking cool and composed as if he'd simply been taking a private phone call.

he caught your eye from across the room and gave you a small, almost knowing nod. the game was over for tonight and you had won.

[foliexaxdeux]

SLIPPERY WHEN WET | KSJ

Pairing: Jin x f!reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut, pwp

Summary: When your neighbor Jin is dealing with a leaky pipe in his kitchen, you rush to his aid. But oh no, now you're both soaked... Guess what happens next.

Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, cheesy barely there plot that's straight from some 90s porno, reader is a bit shy, based on Jin's only scandal (he has a horse c*ck), comedy, first time together, heavy make out, oral (both receiving), PiV, protected sex, bit of dirty talk where Jin is still a comedy king as always, Jin being very sweet even though he is so big that you can see MC's stomach bulging from the outside :)

A/n: Inspired by Jin's recent habit of exposing his stomach. Which I approve of. Heavily.

Wordcount: 4.8k

Masterlist

It’s Saturday afternoon and you just sat down on your couch, strawberry matcha latte in one hand, your phone in the other. That drink got popular for a reason and since you finally gave in and tried it yourself, you’ve been indulging in it almost every other day. It might be partially due to the hot weather, but your new obsession even dethroned your long time favorite, a dirty chai latte. Now instead of having to replace your chai syrup every month, you keep pureed strawberries in your fridge.

You shuffle back on the sofa, cozying into the pillows behind you, ready to aimlessly scroll on your phone for a while.

A sudden loud thump, followed by a hissing sound and cursing makes you almost drop your cup. God damn, you almost spilt the matcha on yourself and the couch. The noise undoubtedly comes from your next-door neighbor. You would have strangled Jin had he made you soil your new cushions.

He was actually the one to put you on to the strawberry matcha. Jin’s always in for a fruity treat, never one to care about being judged for his ‘girly’ drink choices. Just yesterday he knocked on your door, as you were getting ready to go out with some girlfriends, to borrow some of your strawberry mush. With a pout and a big sigh too, as if he’d die weren’t you to provide him with the missing ingredient for his matcha. Jin is big on dramatics, that’s also why hanging out with him is always a fun time. You think he might actually implode if he doesn’t do anything dumb for a few minutes.

So, what the hell is he doing now, causing all this ruckus on a sunny Saturday afternoon?

Jin’s voice keeps thundering through your shared wall. “Fuck, fuck, shit, no!” you hear him yelling. Well, now you’re worried. Did he hurt himself?

You sigh and put your drink on the coffee table, already mourning the relaxing day you had planned to enjoy. With urgency in your step, you hurry out of your door, not even bothering to put on shoes. You know Jin never locks his door when he’s home, a habit you’ve scolded him for multiple times. Now though, you are glad about it as you fling open his front door.

“Jin? Are you alright? What the fuck?” you call out.

“Kitchen!” he just yells in reply, and you scurry further into his apartment, following the loud clamor.

Your worry immediately dissolves into incredulous laughter when you spot Jin. He’s on his knees in front of the open cupboard under his sink. The pipe is spraying water all over him with the pressure of a fucking fire hose.

“What the hell did you do?” you ask him, still snickering. He looks up at you, obviously trying to glare at you for laughing at his misery, but you can tell that there’s a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. Even in the worst situations imaginable, Jin is always keeping his spirits high. You always admired this about him, his endless optimism.

“Grab my sweater from the table,” he pleads, kneeling there in the relentless spray of his sink pipes, in a white shirt and some light blue cotton boxers.

Not trying to draw out his troubles, you move to take the hoodie that’s slung over the back of one of the dining chairs. Turning back to Jin, he waves you down to the floor next to him. You crouch and put the sweater towards the leaking pipe, trying to stop the fountain of water. The fucking cold water you realize as the stream hits you, immediately soaking your clothes. You shriek and now it’s Jin who’s laughing.

“The drain was blocked, I just tried to check what the problem was,” he chuckles while wiping his wet hair out of his face with the back of his hand.

“Did you empty the coffee grounds in the sink again?” you immediately accuse him. “I’ve told you not to do that!” This is not the first time his kitchen sink is mysteriously clogged. 

“I might have,” he admits with a sheepish smile. You snort and lean towards him to nudge him with your shoulder, hands occupied trying to unsuccessfully stop the water from leaking. You are basically sitting in a puddle by now and the hoodie around the pipe is already soaked through as well.

Jin is now scrambling to get up from the floor, moving to finally turn off the kitchen’s water supply. You slump your shoulders in defeat, feeling useless as you cover the leak with the dripping sweater, but you’re huffing out a laugh while doing so. This is not how you imagined - or hoped - your weekend to go.

Suddenly, the water stops flowing and you sit back on your heels with a relieved sigh.

You hear footsteps and when you turn, Jin is standing in the kitchen door, scratching his neck. Now that the chaos has come to a stop, you finally look at him properly for the first time. He’s just standing there, water dripping off his body. Your eyes start to wander further down, from the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead, to his chest, where the white t-shirt is clinging to him, at this point completely see through from the involuntary shower. Damn, when did Jin start working out for his body to look like this? Absent-mindedly, you start nibbling on your bottom lip as your gaze lands on his very defined v-line, uncovered as the shirt has ridden up a little, revealing the skin above his boxers. When your eyes roam even further down, you gulp, almost choking on your own saliva. You can basically see his whole dick through the wet fabric, calling it an outline would be the understatement of the year. And dear god, is that one hell of a dick. Fuck, get a grip. You try to snap yourself out of ogling Jin when you start to imagine what his cock would be like hard if it’s already this impressive soft.

You shake your head to get rid of the thought and return your gaze to Jin’s face. 

The corner of his mouth is pulled up into a smirk and you can tell he caught you drooling over his body.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he pouts and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “At least take me on a date first, Jesus.” His fake frown only lasts a second - Jin was never good at keeping a straight face - before he chuckles. 

You know he’s not actually offended but you’re still embarrassed, even though he managed to draw a little giggle from you with his dumb comment. 

You drop your gaze to the puddle you’re kneeling in, mumbling more to yourself than him while doing so. 

“Well, why’d you have to walk in here all indecent and wet?”

“You’re one to talk.” His reply makes you lift your head to find his eyes, not immediately grasping what he’s getting at now. 

And, oh. He’s staring right back at you. With his mouth slightly agape, he’s eyeing you up and down. A cold shiver runs down your spine and suddenly you are very aware of what you are wearing. A white flowy dress. Which is not so flowy anymore in its wet state - it’s clinging to your curves instead now.  Why, of all days, did you have to wear white today? With horror, you remember that you are also not wearing a bra. You look down to your tits and find your nipples sticking straight out through the translucent fabric, hardened from the cold. A bead of water is currently running down between your breasts and Jin's gaze is unabashedly following it. 

With heat spreading up from your neck to your cheeks, you clumsily get up from your kneeling position. When you lock eyes with Jin for a moment, the tip of his tongue slips out and licks a droplet of water from his lip that’s dripped off his hair. You feel a familiar tightening in your abdomen and look away in shame, mortified by the fact that all it took for you to be turned on by your neighbor of 8 months was a leaking pipe. Maybe you should have listened to your friends and downloaded a dating app after your last relationship because this is ridiculous. 

“Um, you should probably mop up this mess,” you mutter as you get up and try to move past Jin, your head lowered, eyes trained towards the floor. Well, he definitely should, because after just three steps, you slip in the puddle on the tiles and stumble until arms wrap around you and keep you from falling on your ass.

“You okay?” you hear Jin’s soft voice close to your ear. When the adrenaline of the almost-fall wears off, you find yourself pressed against him, his arms around your back holding you close.

Your breasts are squished against Jin’s chest and one of his legs ended up being wedged between yours. His heartbeat is synced to yours, going fast and hard.

“Yeah,” you breathe out with your forehead resting against his shoulder. “I’m fine.” Neither you nor Jin make any effort to move. It’s as if time has frozen and you’re stuck in his embrace, turning your cold and clammy bodies warm again.

His breath is fanning over the side of your face with each exhale and when you finally turn your head up to face Jin, he is, once again, already looking at you. This time, a shy smile is painted across his face. An unusual sight for you, but to be fair, the whole situation is new territory. Yes, you’ve hugged before, but only quickly and mostly in greeting or to say goodbye. You’ve never been flush against his body without an inch of space between you. You are very aware of the thigh between your legs too, applying slight pressure to your groin. It’s making your stomach flutter with each tiny movement of his leg as you’re standing there, holding on to each other. Consciously fighting the urge to rut against his thigh, you blink up at him through your lashes as one of his hands moves from your lower back up to your face and he pushes your hair behind your ear.

“You’re pretty when you’re flustered,” he whispers, his fingers still softly resting against your jaw. You could swear his leg moves against you with more intent as you feel your cheeks heat up at his words. Feeling shy, you nuzzle your face into the space where his shoulder meets his neck.

Not letting you evade his eyes, he gently lifts your head up again, cupping your face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly, looking down at you.

All you manage is a nod.

When he bends down and his lips meet yours, the fluttering in your stomach intensifies and you sigh against him. Jin is softly slotting your lips together, the pads of his fingers caressing your cheek. He’s humming when you catch his bottom lip between your teeth and tug carefully. His tongue slips out and traces your lips, before licking into your mouth to meet the tip of your own tongue. It’s a sweet kiss, unhurried, but it has you in a frenzy nonetheless. 

Your hands are holding on to Jin’s sides when his own palm moves to the back of your neck and the arm around your waist pulls you against him harder. You unintentionally rub over his thigh with your crotch when he presses you to him and you whimper into the kiss, surprised by the sensation. Your reaction has an obvious effect on Jin as he immediately licks into you with more urgency. His digits slowly wander down from your back to the curve of your ass. He doesn’t quite squeeze but firmly rests his hand there with splayed fingers.

At this point, you can feel Jin all over your body. He’s pressed into all your sensitive parts and your body is about to go up in flames. You can’t hold back and your hips start moving on their own accord, seeking stimulation where you need it most. Your obvious excitement isn’t lost on him. You can feel his mouth twist into a grin and his hand snakes down further and under the moist fabric of your dress. He properly grips the flesh of your ass now as if to guide your movement. His dick is twitching against your right leg, slowly filling out.

That’s when Jin breaks the kiss and pulls away from you a little.

“Are you alright with this?” he asks you with slight uncertainty in his eyes.

The sight is making you giggle. It’s not like you were just humping his leg from how horny he’s got you by just making out.

“Am I giving you the impression I’m not?” you ask him grinning with your head cocked to the side.

He just huffs out a laugh and you get up on your toes to catch his mouth in another kiss while he’s kneading your ass cheeks with both of his hands now. After a moment of your mouths tangled and bodies rubbing against each other, he peels away, breathing heavily.

“Let’s move out of this mess,” he smiles and playfully slaps your butt to get you moving into the direction of his bedroom.

With your naked feet you carefully trudge through the water still all over the kitchen tiles, producing squelching sounds with each of your steps. It’s making you laugh for some reason, your head feels airy and you giggle like a teenager as Jin leads you through the apartment.

Once inside the bedroom, he grabs your hand and spins you around, so you are back in his arms. He walks you towards the bed while placing kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders. When the back of your legs hit the bedframe, you go to plop down on the mattress but Jin stops you by picking you up with his arms under your thighs. He turns around and sits down himself, placing you in his lap in the process.

With your knees on either side of Jin’s legs, you grind down immediately, making Jin groan and fall back. His fingers are pressing into your sides while you roll your hips, gliding over Jin’s now hard cock still confined by his boxers. You giggle again, elated by the fact that he’s already so unraveled too. 

You remember your wet dress in that moment and lift it up and over your head, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Your initial coyness has completely dissipated. Although this is far from a normal situation between you, you feel at ease with Jin. The fact that the horniness is mutual might have played a part in that.

“Fuck,” you hear him breathe out from under you and when you look down, you see that he’s propped up on his elbows, watching. With his eyes darkened by hunger, he comes back up and catches one of your nipples in his mouth. You lift up on your knees to give him better access. His tongue is flicking over your hardened nub and he sucks before releasing your tit with a plop to kiss up your neck again, now gently rolling your nipple between his fingers instead. You bite back a whimper, but apparently you’re not doing a good job as you hear Jin tease you from where he’s attached to you. 

“You’re gonna be all shy now? I'd love the feedback.”

You groan, but as his tongue runs over the skin of your throat and he latches on to mark you with bruises straight after, you erupt into goosebumps and finally let out a high-pitched whine. You are going crazy between the soft and harsh sensations, impatience gradually building up until you can’t take it anymore and you push Jin back down into the mattress.

Before you settle in his lap again, you grind down hard just once, eliciting a low moan, a stark contrast to his airy laugh from just a few minutes ago in the kitchen. Your fingers grip on to the moist fabric of his shirt and you slide it up until his stomach and chest are bare. You could already make out his abs through the white top earlier, but now, out in the open, the sight is making saliva gather in your mouth. With your gaze trained on his skin, your fingers splay across his torso, feeling the taught muscles beneath your touch. Your index finger traces from his abs to the line that’s leading from his side down into his boxers. It’s so fucking hot, you’ve always loved a good v-line and Jin’s is absolutely driving you insane currently.

His breath hitches when you don’t stop at the waistband of his underwear but instead start to peel it off of him while moving from his lap to get down on the ground between his legs. He lifts his hips up to help you pull the clingy fabric down his thighs until his dick slaps up against his stomach. Dear. God. That is the biggest cock you’ve seen in your life. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear Jin chuckle at the sight of you drooling over his dick with your mouth agape.

“Before you ask - no, I don’t need a license for that.” 

He shuts right up though when you wrap your hand around his shaft, not wasting a second. You tug once before letting a big bead of spit drip down on the tip of his dick where it’s mixing with the precum already pooling there. You spread the slick around with your thumb, easing the glide of your palm when you start to slowly pump him. With each flick of your wrist Jin huffs out quiet hisses.

His dick looks so damn delicious between your fingers that you can’t resist leaning in and licking at the head. Jin’s thighs tense up when you suck the tip of his cock into your mouth. You let your tongue swirl through his slit before carefully lowering yourself down on his length. There’s no way you’re getting him all the way in. You get about halfway down his shaft before you feel your gag reflex kick in so you move back up. His hands are gripping the sheets as you bob your head up and down. Just as you’re getting a good rhythm going, his fingers tangle in your hair and he gently peels you off his cock.

You look up at him, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth to his dick and he mutters out curse words at the sight.

“Come back up here,” he directs you and takes your hand to help you up the bed. You move to straddle him again, but once you’re on top of him, he grabs your hips and rolls you off his body onto your back.

He is sitting back on his heels next to you, his eyes roaming over your body.

“Beautiful,” he whispers before leaning over you and catches your mouth in a kiss. While his tongue is gliding against yours, he comes up on top of you, one knee between your spread legs and one of his hands finds its way between your thighs. His fingertips are trailing the seams of your panties, just ghosting over the soft skin where your pussy meets your inner thighs. You whine against his lips, you can’t take the teasing touches.

“P-Please,” you stutter.

“Hm?” he hums into another kiss, his fingers still not where you need them.

“Jin, please,” you almost beg. You can’t be arsed to think about how pathetic you sound; your composure has long crumbled to dust by now. “Touch me.” It comes out in nothing but a whisper, but it’s enough for Jin to finally comply.

His fingers press into your clothed pussy, the fabric is pushed in between your folds by the movement. Jin hums when he feels your arousal seeping through it. 

“Did I make you so wet or was it the sink?” he wonders while his fingers rub up and down your labia, feeling the slick that’s soaked through your panties. “You’re dripping.”

He shuffles back to remove your underwear, lifting your legs up to slide them off and discard them on the floor. He places a soft kiss on your calf before lowering your feet back to the mattress. The shirt still bunched up at his chest follows suit as he slips out of it and throws it to the side.

Jin pushes your legs up into a bent position and spreads them with his hands on your knees. He gazes at your exposed pussy with droopy lids and blown pupils. “I want to taste you so bad,” he exhales before his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. “Can I?”

“Yes, please,” you mutter and rest your head on the mattress as he leans in closer to your core. Your hand finds the back of his head while he slips his arms under your legs to pull you towards his face. It sends sparks through your body when his soft lips finally make contact with your pussy. He buries his face in your heat, his nose brushing against your pubic mound as he immediately licks between your folds. His tongue drags from your entrance up to your clit, not quite focusing on it yet though. He’s savoring the taste of your arousal, eating you out as if you were the juiciest fruit he’s ever gotten his mouth on to. He moans into your body while he’s working his tongue. He’s not in a rush to leave his place between your thighs anytime soon it seems. All you can do is gasp each time he makes contact with your clit, as he keeps increasing the pressure before finally giving all his attention to your most sensitive spot. He’s switched to harder flicks now, dragging you close to the edge with each pass.

With one hand in his hair and the other gripping the blanket you’re lying on, the coil in your abdomen finally snaps and your legs press close around his head, trembling. Your voice comes out in a high-pitched shaky moan as your back arches off the bed. Jin doesn’t stop until you basically melt into a puddle under his mouth. He detaches from your pussy just as you start to get overstimulated and moves back up to your face, caging your head in with his arms. He kisses you swiftly, before lifting himself back up.

“See how sweet you taste?” he asks you, looking down at you fondly.

Heat rises up your face and you have to avert your eyes, but you still reach up to stroke his arm next to your head.

Your eyes fall to Jin’s hard cock twitching between your bodies and your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Need you inside me,” you whisper, not quite meeting his gaze.

“Okay,” he breathes against your neck, leaving another trail of kisses down to your tits. He flicks his tongue over both of your nipples before he sits back up on his heels.

One of his hands is caressing your thigh, the other wraps around his cock and strokes a couple times before he reaches for his nightstand and fishes out a condom.

XXL, you can make out on the foil. Well, shouldn’t be a surprise, but it still makes you giggle in excitement. You can’t wait to find out how he feels inside you. Your pussy throbs, just as impatient as you are, so you grab for his leg, trying to urge him to hurry up.

He rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls the rubber over his length before giving it another tug. His eyes are locked on where he lines his cock up with your entrance then and he curses under his breath as he slowly watches it sink into you.

Without any prep, you feel your pussy stretch around him with every inch entering you and you whimper. 

“Hurts?” he asks you when he notices your scrunched up face and halts his movement.

“A little,” you huff. “But in a good way. Keep going.”

Jin nods and you can tell he’s going slower than before, but he keeps pushing into you until he feels the resistance of your cervix and backs up an inch. He stills for a moment, looking into your eyes for any signs of discomfort. He pulls out a little before thrusting back in slowly. It’s a delicious drag against your inner walls as he goes in and out, the feeling eliciting moans from you each time. 

He is biting his lip while watching his cock disappear inside you with every pump until he finally picks up pace and he falls forwards, head lowered now as he grunts synced with his thrusts. 

You lock your hands behind his neck and your legs are wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

It doesn’t take long until his movements start to go a bit choppy and his breathing increases in speed. He sits back up again and places his hand on your lower abdomen. When your own palm follows his to your stomach, your eyes go wide. You can actually feel his cock bulging out from inside you. You press against it, making Jin lose his rhythm for a moment as he huffs out swear words again. You let your hand rest there, stunned by the new sensation. His thumb finds your clit and he rubs in tight circles that immediately make you clench around his cock. You didn’t realize how close to another orgasm you were already until his touch sends bolts of electricity through you.

You meet his thrusts with a lift of your ass, pressing yourself into his hand harder in the process as well. All you can feel is Jin, Jin, Jin. All over you, in you, even protruding from your insides. The room is filled with the nasty sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans and grunts meddled together as he fucks into you. He’s going harder now, but you can tell he’s still trying to be careful. You wish he’d just let go. You could take it, you are sure.

“Gonna come,” he warns you before his hips start to stutter as his head shoots up with his eyes squeezed shut. His mouth hangs open as he releases inside you, every spurt of cum accompanied by loud, broken moans echoing through the room.

You look at him unraveling on top of you and the sight takes you over the edge too. With a gasp your pussy throbs, milking Jin through his own orgasm as you whimper, his thumb still brushing over your clit, dragging out your bliss. You throw your head back, panting, all your limbs tingling and twitching, just as Jin is on top of you, his orgasm slowly ebbing down. He finally collapses, his arms giving out, but he’s careful not to crush you, so he plops down next to you on his side. His chest is heaving as you turn to look at his blissed-out face. You reach out to stroke his cheek softly and he sighs into the touch.

He throws his arm around your middle after pulling off the condom to tie it and put it aside.

“Cuddle?” he asks you with a tired smile. 

“Yeah,” you let yourself melt into his embrace and turn to face him. You feel him go slack against you, sighing happily. Blissful exhaustion starts to wash over you and your eyes slowly blink shut. 

You doze off for a few minutes and when you open your eyes again, you nudge Jin’s shoulder with your forehead.

“Hey,” you wake him up. “We still have to deal with the mess in your kitchen.”

“Way to ruin the mood,” Jin pouts and then suddenly starts chuckling as if he’s just thought of something.

You turn your head up to raise an eyebrow at him before rolling onto your back.

“This is like the plot of the cheesiest porn ever,” he chortles. “Next time I’ll get stuck in the dryer I guess.”

You swat at him, but you can’t deny that he’s absolutely right. And you’d like a next time, you decide for yourself.

“You know what I’m in the mood for?” Jin suddenly asks, ripping you from your thoughts.

“What?” you ask him, smiling up at the ceiling.

“Strawberry matcha.” Jin sighs in content before he leans up on his elbow and looks down at your face. “You have some puree left?”

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