Summary: Jimin has morning wood and tries to convince you to be more confident around him by seducing you in the kitchen.
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The smell of coffee filled the expanse of the kitchen as you stared idly out of a sunlit window. The sky was clear and the view was nice, so you took a few minutes to soak it all in. It was a lazy Saturday morning and Jimin had not awoken yet. His schedules had been tight lately and he rarely had time to sleep in, let alone be off for a whole weekend, so you let him sleep. The beep of the coffee machine snapped you out of your thoughts and you poured yourself a cup, leaning against the counter. The spin cycle of the washing machine could be heard from down the hall but other than that, there wasn’t any other noise. The silence was nice at first, pleasant to your sleepy senses that were still waking up and you enjoyed the peace, until you didn’t. It was always quiet when Jimin wasn’t there, which turned out to be more often than you would like. Silence was something that was never in short supply, so it really wasn’t anything special, you’d much rather listen to the sounds of your boyfriend shuffling around or shouting from across the house at you to come to where he was so he could show you a stupid video that made him laugh.
You took a sip from your coffee cup, only to burn your tongue on the scalding liquid. It wasn’t the first time you had done that this week and you let out a frustrated sigh as you put the mug down. This morning you felt like doing some chores, wanting the house to at least be clean for Jimin while he rested. You woke up early and cleaned around the house, not getting into too much detail, but making it look nice and presentable. As you inspected your surroundings, you decided to clean the only thing left unwashed, you. Your footsteps padded up the stairs into your room to get some clean clothes for your shower.
As you entered the room your eyes landed on a sleeping Jimin. His face was relaxed and his features were accented by the morning light pouring through the windows. He was still in the same position he was in when you left the bed, a hollow space left where he had been spooning you. He was adorable and your heart melted at how peaceful he looked. You couldn’t resist, so you walked up to the bed and very carefully leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, making sure not to put your weight on the bed or do anything that might disturb his slumber. Then you tiptoed to your dresser to grab some new clothes (more pajamas) and headed into the bathroom silently.
You took your time in the shower, shaving most of your body in the spare time and relaxing under the water while mumbling Korean lyrics of your favorite songs softly. When you stepped out of the space, you found the room filled with steam and you had to wipe the mirror with your towel to see anything.
Your eyes landed on your reflection and you let out a breath. It wasn’t like you were embarrassed about your body, you did think you were pretty, but you still felt a bit self conscious about it. Times when you were alone in the bathroom, you would try to boost your confidence by pointing out all the great things about you even though there was always a steady stream of compliments coming from Jimin, especially when he wasn’t there. Your hands roamed your torso, stopping to push your boobs together gently. The boobs that were always too small for your liking even though you were a C cup, the same ones that were uneven with the left one being bigger than the right, making all of your bras fit weird. The ones that Jimin said were amazing and perfect in their imperfection, the ones he unconsciously plays with when he’s falling asleep; Jimin’s favorite part of your body. You blushed when you thought of his hands in place of yours, lightly massaging your flesh and pinching your hard nipples playfully. You shook that thought out of your head as you slipped on some clean panties and one of your boyfriend’s sweaters.
The air in your bedroom was cold compared to the stuffiness of the bathroom, and as you stepped through the doorway you could feel the steam follow you out, giving you goosebumps on your bare legs. You felt your nipples harden underneath of the sweater and looked down to see them poking through the thin material. When your gaze shifted from your breasts to the bed you saw that Jimin had changed positions. He was now laying on his back, one leg straight and one bent and to the side. You couldn’t see his hands under the covers, but you did see something that caught your eye. A bulge was protruding from the blankets that draped Jimin’s body and your face began to heat up when you realized what it was. Your eyes scanned his face for any sign that he was awake, but you found none. His face was just as relaxed as before, his breathing just as slow, and his hair just as messy.
While walking around the bed to leave the room, you tripped over something and almost fell. Thankfully you caught yourself before you went all the way down, but when you looked up, Jimin’s eyes were fluttering open and his lips were curling into a grin. He yawned when he tried to say something to you and you waited for his words.
“Good morning, jagi.” He gave you a warm smile and you felt your heart rate increase.
“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You tried your hardest to focus on his face, but from the angle that you were looking at him, it was hard to ignore his obvious boner. Your eyes flickered quickly down at him and then back up to his face and Jimin caught this and giggled. You unconsciously licked your lips as you sped out of the room before he could say anything. Through the silence of your gentle footsteps you could hear his low chuckles. Quite words travelled down the hall. You’re cute.
The buzzing of the washing machine called you into the laundry room. Without this noise there was no sound. No voices, no footsteps, not even the tick of a clock. Just the faint chirping that came from the birds flying around outside your house. Hastily changing the load, you shuffled back into the kitchen, finding comfort in the smell of coffee still drifting through the air. You inhaled deeply when you reached the cup. Coffee wasn’t your favorite but it sure did calm you. You, personally, enjoyed the smell better than the taste. You tried many different flavors, amounts of sugar and milk, creamers, different brands, but in the end, you just never fell for coffee like most of your friends had. On the weekends, however, you made it a bit of a tradition to make coffee, figuring that since you didn’t drink it on busy weekdays, you should at least drink it on weekends. It helped you wake up from the “Saturday sleepies” as you liked to call it, preventing you from taking a nap and accidentally sleeping the day away.
The cup was no longer hot in you hands, just like you liked it, and you leaned forward resting your elbows on the counter as you slowly sipped your now lukewarm beverage. Maybe you were engulfed in your thoughts, maybe the sipping distracted you, or maybe you just weren’t paying attention, but you didn’t hear Jimin come downstairs. His arms wrapped around your waist gently and you screamed as you jumped from the contact. He laughed and you could visualize his eye smile behind you.
“Relax babe, it’s just me.” He pressed a kiss to your temple as you placed a hand over your heart.
“Jimin don’t scare me like that!!” You exhaled, putting the coffee mug that you almost dropped back down on the counter. “You know I’m usually alone on weekends, I forgot that you were even here. You can’t sneak up on me like that!” There was at least some truth in that statement. You were usually alone on the weekends, that part was true, but you certainly had not forgotten about his presence in your often empty bed. You had actually been pondering what you had seen minutes before, wondering what he could be dreaming about to make him like that and hoping that he was dreaming about you.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed, his breath hitting your neck.
“Go back to bed, it’s still pretty early. You should try to catch up on some sleep while you’re off. That’s what I would do.”
“Well, I’m wide awake now.” His grip tightened on your waist and he pressed his hips into your rear so you could feel his arousal. You gasped at the feeling and he giggled some more.
“Why are you like this?” You shook your head and he lowered his mouth to your ear.
“Did you know that all men get erections when they go into deep sleep? It’s not uncommon to have morning wood, babe.” As he said the last few words, he moved his hips against you and you had to hold back a moan. You were turning a bright red and you suddenly covered your face. Embarrassment rose within you and you felt ashamed that he was getting to you like this.
“Why are you so shy (Y/n)?” Jimin moved away from you and turned your body to face him, amusement clear on his expression. “I’m your boyfriend, don’t act like we’ve never seen each other naked before.” His tone was seductive but the look he gave you was innocent.
He was right, you already knew this, but it was still hard for you not to get shy when he made advances like this, even if you have had sex with him 100+ times and had been dating him for about 2 years. He was so straight forward, but never demanding, wanting to make you comfortable while also telling you what he wanted plain and simple. Although you were now very horny, you had trouble admitting it. You were never the flirty type, keeping your desires hidden and appearing as innocent as possible, no matter how dirty your thoughts were. Jimin used body language to communicate his feelings and you could read him well, but you felt like if you tried to show him how you felt, it would turn out awkwardly or would be misinterpreted. Accepting his flirting was just as hard though, because you didn’t want to seem desperate or easy when in reality, you wanted it as bad as he did. You had pride and shame and you didn’t want to expose yourself, even in front of Jimin. But he could see right through you.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Admit it, you’re turned on right now.” You blushed harder and he smirked. “See, you’re just like me, except you don’t want to accept it. But I’m your boyfriend and you don’t have to hide from me.” A devious smile crawled up his face as he bent down to your lips, brushing yours with his as he spoke. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” He backed away slightly only for you to lean forward and mimic him, speaking low and seductively against his lips.
“I want… To drink my coffee.” You leaned away from him and looked up at his face. He seemed amused, though slightly disappointed, but he kept his word and gave you what you wanted. He reached behind you, caging your body between his and the counter and pressed a sly kiss to your neck before pulling back and handing you the mug. You took a sip expecting him to walk away but he still stood in front of you, watching your every movement. When you raised your eyebrows at him he responded slowly.
“Is there anything else you want?”
“Let me think about it.”
Of course there was something else you wanted. You wanted him and he wanted you, it was as simple as that, except it wasn’t. You wanted to play his game for a little while longer, but that wasn’t it. How we’re you supposed to tell him what you wanted? Just blurt out that you wanted him to fuck you right there on the counter until your legs went numb? Yes. It was that easy because all he needed was confirmation, but you couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the guts to say it. You were having an internal struggle but you had to give him an answer, so you continued your innocent act and did what you do best, tease him and lead him on.
“Nope, I don’t want anything else. But breakfast would be nice.”
“And are you serving me breakfast in bed?” He licked his lips.
“No you can help yourself.”
“I will.” He took a step closer to you.
“But you have to give me some time to cook. It’s not that simple.”
“But I have a full course meal right here.” Jimin’s eyes trailed up your body and you felt yourself getting hot.
“I’m talking about food, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You blink at him innocently and admire how worked up he gets when you play dumb. You can see the frustration in his eyes and straining against his boxers, but you don’t say anything and he doesn’t express it openly. Instead, you turn your back to him and grab your phone, opening social media and looking at what’s new. Jimin didn’t move for a little bit, but you could feel his eyes on you.
After about 30 seconds you were disappointed to find that he hadn’t made any advances, thinking that he had given up. But you were quickly proven wrong when his hands wrapped around you once again, this time with one slipping up your shirt to grab your breasts and the other pushing past the waist band of your panties to slide along your folds. I knew he wouldn’t give up that easy.
Before you could say anything, however, he flicked at your clit and you jolted against his bare chest. He continued rubbing circles around the bud slowly, increasing pressure as he went, watching your body’s response when he moved his fingers a certain way.
“Jimin..” You moaned, anything you had tried to say to him leaving your brain as you were overcome by pleasure.
Jimin hummed against your skin and you could feel his smirk. “Did jagi lie to me?” He said, moving his fingers lower to skim along your slit. “Look at how wet you are.”
“I didn’t lie..” You panted.
“Well you didn’t tell the truth. Your lips say you don’t want me but your body says otherwise.” He removed his hand from your panties and held his fingers out in front of your face for you to observe the liquid that coated them. Upon your exposure, your shyness went away slightly. You turn and kissed Jimin boldly, falling into the familiar feeling of his lips and body pressed against yours.
“You’re right,” You admitted in between kisses. “I just don’t know how to say it.”
Jimin pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. “Then let your actions speak for you.” Taking his advice you reached for his boxers. Your slim fingers pulled them down with some urgency and his member sprung out to slap against his toned abdomen; you always found watching that so satisfying. He was a bit taken by surprise but you could tell he was enjoying your surge of boldness. His body language told you that he was letting you take control and he waited for you to make the next move. Quickly, you stripped yourself of your 2 items of clothing and then reached forward to wrap your hand around Jimin’s length. You stood close to him and he caught your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you fully.
“I know what I want now,” You said breathlessly as he released your lips and looked at you. “I want your mouth on me, everywhere.” He smirked at your request and immediately grabbed on to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and laying you on the adjacent counter.
“As you wish.” Jimin pulled you closer and bent down to trail kisses along your collarbone and breasts, hands kneading the flesh of your hips. He latched on to one of your nipples and flicked the bud until it became hard and perky, releasing it with a pop and moving on to the other, treating it with the same care. He sucked dark marks into them as a way to claim them as his before continuing his journey downward.
Wet kisses trailed down your smooth skin until they reached your mound. A quick kiss was planted on your clit and you shuddered at the contact. He moved on to your parted legs, licking a line up your inner thigh to your knee and from your knee down on the other. You let out a whimper to let him know how needy you were and you could feel Jimin’s smirk.
He lifted your legs and propped them up on his shoulders before giving you a look with his smoldering eyes. You were already a mess and he enjoyed how you bit your lip and breathed heavily in anticipation for his next actions. He dove down and licked a long stripe up your slit making you shiver. Using two fingers to spread your folds, Jimin wrapped his lips around your bud and flicked it rapidly with his tongue, making your back arch up off of the table. You let out quiet noises and tangled your fingers into Jimin’s hair as he licked and sucked you clean. He inserted a finger into your dripping hole and you could feel a knot building in your stomach as your toes curled. Shortly after, another finger was pushed inside while Jimin increased the pace of his fingers and tongue on you. He curled his digits up into you, finding your spot easily with skilled practice and you gasped. Whimpers left your lips as you began bucking up into him, eyes screwed shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip.
Just as your legs started to tremble, you tugged on his soft locks, pulling him away from you. He looked up at you confused, until he saw the glint in your eyes that indicated that you weren’t finished yet. Sitting up from your position, you motioned for him to come up to your level and you attached your mouth to his. The taste of you lingered on his tongue but you didn’t mind, humming into the deep kiss while reaching to stroke his member a few more times. Jimin groaned against your lips and you pulled away, catching his eyes before sliding off of the counter to stand in front of him. His hands gripped your ass tightly and pulled you flush against him when he reconnected your lips and you let him take over your mouth. He was an amazing kisser and you enjoyed letting him lead the kisses. You pulled away first, coming up for air as he planted a few sweet kisses to your jaw and neck.
Taking control again, you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit a dining chair and he plopped down in it. He watched you with hungry eyes as you bend over and kissed his tip to taste the bead of precum leaking out, giving him a few slow pumps. You slid his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and pushing it into his slit lightly. He moaned as you took him in farther, giving his entire cock a thick coat of saliva.
Releasing him with a pop, you placed your hands on his shoulders for support as you moved to straddle him. When you met eyes with him, you felt both shy and bold at the same time. By this point there was no need for you to be timid, but the look in his eyes as he watched you expectantly made a shiver go down your spine. Seeing your hesitation, Jimin’s gaze softened and he placed his hands gently on your hips. He didn’t pull you down because he wanted you to know that you were still in control and that he liked that you were taking charge, and he hoped you weren’t suddenly intimidated. You could tell how much Jimin wanted this by the increasing strength of his grip on your hips. Hell, it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t want it just as bad, but you were never really the dominant one and it felt different being on top. But today you had decided to be courageous and to try something new so it would be wrong not to follow through with what you started.
Moving down slightly, you brushed the tip of his cock against your folds. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to your boyfriend’s as you sunk down on him, letting him fill you deliciously. A quiet groan sounded from the both of you and you swallowed each other’s noises. Your hips moved against him before you released his lips, bouncing on his lap, relishing in the feeling of him inside you.
Jimin sighed in contention. “You look so hot riding me, baby. You’re always so tight, you feel fucking amazing.” He groaned, lifting his hips slightly to meet yours as you moved up and down on him. His words were a confidence booster and you began riding him with bigger strokes. The grip you had on his shoulders loosened as you moved your fingers along his collarbones and chest, dragging your nails gently across his soft, silky smooth skin. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you increased your pace, using him as leverage for your harder thrusts when your legs began to tire.
He helped lift you when he noticed your fatigue and moved his hips more below you, letting out sounds of satisfaction. You panted in unison with Jimin, throwing your head back as you got closer to your peak. Taking advantage of the angle, Jimin attached his lips to one of your jiggling breasts, using his tongue to play with your nipple. You let out a rather loud moan that seemed to surprise both of you. Your head snapped back up to look at Jimin with widened eyes. He seemed extremely turned on by your vocality and he bit his lip at the sound. Testing the waters a bit, he reattached his mouth to your breast and pumped up into you with more power, hitting your spot. A louder moan erupted from your chest and he smiled against you.
“Your sounds are so sexy, let me hear you.” Being a usually quiet person, even in bed, you didn’t normally make too much noise. Sure you moaned and whimpered his name occasionally, but you had never been that loud with Jimin before. Suddenly you weren’t in control anymore. Jimin was controlling the pace with his hands on your waist and his shallow thrusts upwards, not that you minded much, you were starting to get tired. You could tell he was now on a mission to make you scream.
No longer satisfied with the amount of mobility he had in this position, Jimin hooked his arms under your legs and stood up from the chair, his strong thigh muscles flexing with the effort. He continued to thrust into you from his standing position as you clung to him for dear life. Jimin had carried you before but you didn’t really know he was this strong, or at least you had never experienced it first hand. It was as if you weighed nothing. He used the new space to slam into you, pulling you down with such force that the back of your thighs stung from the impact when they collided with his hot skin with each thrust. He was going so hard and deep you could feel it in your throat. Your moans were uneven and choppy, the wind getting knocked out of your lungs every time he pushed into you.
It was starting to hurt a little, but you would never ask him to stop, it felt way too good. He readjusted his grip on you and changed the angle he was entering you at, brushing against your g-spot in the most perfect way.
The loudest moan yet broke through your lungs and Jimin looked up at you with half lidded eyes. Your legs trembled as he continued to hit that spot and nip at your collarbone, leaving love bites that you knew you would have to hide for at least a week. You clawed at his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as you tried your hardest not to fall from his grasp, but with the force of his grip on your legs, there was no way in hell that he would drop you.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you inched closer to your orgasm, your body being overloaded with sensations. In an instant you were turned with a quick motion and before you could open your eyes your ass was pressed against a cold surface. Your eyelids flew open as you gasped and arched into Jimin to escape the sudden coldness until you realized that the surface was the kitchen counter and that Jimin was readjusting himself in the new position.
Propping one of your legs up on the edge of the counter, Jimin moved inside of you again with renewed fervor, resuming his hard and fast pace. The breath was once again knocked out of your lungs as he repeatedly slammed into you, eyes locked with yours in an intense gaze. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he moved, hand gliding along your lower back and ass, pulling you ever closer to his body. Feeling confident, you closed the small space between you and kissed his lips, giving him a small bite and tug on his swollen bottom lip. You pulled away and looked into his eyes with an equally lustful stare.
“Stop biting your lips. Bite me instead.” You breathed and you felt him twitch inside you at the request. Jimin leaned in to peck your lips before lowering his head to the crook of your neck, panting against your skin. The knot in your stomach grew as he went deeper and your walls tightened around him. Both of you groaned as he could feel how close you were and he sunk his teeth into shoulder, extremely close to his end as well. “I’m close.” You managed to get out and he released your shoulder to kiss your neck. His pace slowed to a steady roll of his hips and you whimpered, feeling your high slowly getting away from you. Fingers digging into his biceps, your hips moved to try and keep the the ball rolling but it was already too late, your high had escaped you. Jimin continued to move agonizingly slow against you, watching you struggle and leaving you on edge.
“Do you want to cum?” He asked as if that wasn’t already apparent. A single nod was all he got in response and he clicked his tongue, moving his hips impossibly slower. The pace was hard for him to keep up as he too was on the verge of his orgasm, but he needed something from you first. “Say it. Use your words.”
“Yes.” You whispered.
“Yes what?” His voice was softer. He tilted his head slightly to the side.
“Yes I want to cum, Jimin.” You struggled. “Please.”
“Louder (Y/n), don’t be shy.”
Swallowing hard and licking your chapped lips, you replied to him at full volume. “PLEASE FUCK ME JIMIN I NEED YOU, I WANT TO CUM!!”
The poisonous smirk that crossed his face at your words told you that he was more than pleased with your answer and he picked up his pace again, studying your face the entire time. You moaned as Jimin went deeper, angling his hips expertly to hit your g-spot, which he knew well.
“Fuck,” You breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Tell me how it feels, baby girl.” Jimin panted, running one of his hands up your torso to cup one of your jiggling breasts.
“Mmmm, Jimin it feels so good, please don’t stop.” You bit your lip as your orgasm built up once again and whimpered when you felt him nipping at your collarbone, your weak spot.
“Are you going to cum for me, (Y/n)?” He asked, voice husky and strained. It was apparent that he was close to his high as well. You knew that he just need the tightness of your convulsing walls and the sight of you releasing on his cock to push him over the edge.
“Yes, I’m so close.” Your lips were moving, but you weren’t sure any coherent words came out. Jimin understood you regardless and connected mouths with you, capturing your lewd noises as they got louder. He groaned against you when you started tightening up around him and pulled away from the kiss to observe your features. Guiding one hand between your sweaty bodies, Jimin pressed his fingers against your clit and rubbed quick circles across it, causing you to release a loud moan.
Your eyes squeezed shut and your jaw went slack at the added stimulation, then you felt something in your core snap. Waves of red hot pleasure coursed through you and your back arched into him while you shook in his grasp. Jimin removed his fingers from your clit and pulled you flush against his body, craving the contact. The sight of you shaking and gasping because of him was enough to drag him into the abyss of pleasure and he attached his lips onto yours again, whining and moaning sexily into your mouth. His arms kept their tight grip around you as he thrusted through both of your highs, his hot cum painting your fluttering walls.
He moved shallowly inside of you, deepening the kiss and taking his time making out with you. A hand moved to your face and caressed your cheek gently as he silently stole your breath away. Your leg dropped down to his side, returning to a comfortable position as he finished riding out his orgasm. When he stilled, your lips moved slower but neither of you could pull away. You finally broke the kiss and sucked in a big puff of air, not realizing how long you had gone without clean oxygen. Jimin dropped his head onto your shoulder and kissed it lightly, humming softly in satisfaction. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you started to feel uncomfortable and he let his soft length fall out of you. Jimin giggled quietly when he looked up at you.
“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.
“‘Bite me instead’ you’re so cute.” He teased and you frowned, hitting him lightly on the chest before hopping off the counter top.
“Shut up. You liked it.” You brought up that point and Jimin immediately agreed, gently placing his hands on your hips.
“I did, I love it when you’re bold.” He said, smiling down at you before pecking your swollen lips. “So don’t be shy around me anymore.”
You returned his smile and nodded, promising him that you would try to be more open about your feelings around him. He let go of you and went to grab paper towels to clean up his cum that was dripping out of you and down your thighs. You sighed as you looked back at the countertop you had just been sitting on, a sweaty butt print on the edge. You grimaced.
“Ugh now I have to clean the table again.” You rolled your eyes. “I may need to bleach it.”
“Don’t, keep this as a good memory.”
“That’s so dirty, Jimin, we eat food there!!”
“Yeah and I ate you over there too, what’s the difference?”
“I’m not food.”
“But you still taste delicious.” He gave you a flirtatious wink and licked his lips, causing you to blush.
You shook your head at him as he cleaned you up, pointing out all of the hickeys and love bites he left all over you. “Show them off so guys know that your mine. I’ll wear mine proudly to let everyone know how much of a freak you are with me.” Jimin smirked and your face turned bright red with instant regret.
Genre: 3.5k words of complete and utter filth (forgive me father, for I have sinned) (impregnation kink, lots of dirty talk, fem!dom)
(A/N): I couldn’t get this thought out of my head and I had to write it. I blame @dovechim for my impregnation kink, you guys should check her out cuz she writes some good shit 👌🏽 (sorry not sorry)
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warning: smut, reader is naked majority of the time, porn with little plot, facial, oral sex, saliva, voyeurism, public indecency, masturbation, creampie, anal, double penetration, drooling, cum swallowing, handjobs, overstimulation
"Congratulations students." says the dean, hands clapping together. He was a short and fat man with round glasses on his face. "On being in the top 10% of students with the highest grades."
Jungkook held his head in his hands and released a sigh. His eyes boredly watched his death on the flat screen television in the classroom he sat. On a Saturday of all days.
"You'd think we'd get a medal or something." Jimin scoffs. "Instead of being forced inside of a classroom on the weekend."
The top 10% of students were only 1,000 out of the 10,000 attending the private university. It was a University their parents attended and even their grandparents, fully funded by the elite last names that attended throughout decades. While the school remained vacant with the rest of the students attending, only the 1,000 students were permitted on University grounds. Guards lined up outside the gates and ID'd each student as they entered and were instructed to show where they would be for the day.
"Why'd they separate us?" asks Taehyung, seated with his leg on another desk. "Having 5 in a room seems like such a hassle."
Hoseok hums in agreement.
"You all must be confused as to why you're here on a free day, but you'll be confused no longer. We have separated you to the correct rooms where each of you will be awarded for your grades." the dean smiles, a sinister wide smile.
Hoseok's eyes the windows to the right of the room, showing the hallway of the University. It soon litters with women and men all around the same ages - and all naked.
The television turns black and the door that held the five men - Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook - swings open. A guard strolls in and behind him, a woman - you. You're naked like the rest, nipples perky and erect as you bounced inside cheerfully.
"Studying starts now. Lunch will be in the next two hours." the guard says, and like clockwork, the television displays a countdown.
The guard closes the door and you smile at the faces of the five men inside, all confused and bewildered.
"Hello." you wave to them, but neither of them respond. "I'm sure you're all wondering what's going on."
"Yes, we are." Jungkook murmurs, but his eyes glue themselves to your exposed clit. It feels dirty to stare at you, especially in front of his hyungs.
"I'm Y/N. I'm a study partner." you began to speak, making your way closer to them. "You as the top 10% of students are being rewarded for keeping your grades high."
"With...?" Jimin questions. But he's sure he knows the answer.
"Sex." you answer coolly. "You can do anything you want with me, of course." you smile cutely and Jimin reddens. "All at once or one at a time."
Taehyung shakes his head and snickers. "This is crazy." but he feels his cock twitch with excitement.
"It is." you agree. "But it's a reward for working so hard. So today, you'll use me for whatever desires you have."
You're already naked, so it doesn't take long for you to stroll to the closest person - Park Jimin. You lift your leg to place your knee upon his desk, pussy - glistening and wet - flashing him.
Jimin gulps visibly, swallowing the lump in his throat. His eyes don't glance away from you to know that they're eight eyes upon him and you.
You grasp Jimin's hand and place it upon your naked breast. These men weren't going to take the first move, and you didn't blame them. It was a tradition spawning decades that study partners will be gifted to elite students with the highest grades. The tradition itself is left a secret until the time comes, former alumni vowing to not reveal it. You would never forget the look on the faces of those prior to the five men - bewildered but willing.
"Let me take care of you, Jimin-ssi." you murmur.
Jungkook feels his pants grow tighter at the sight of you and Jimin, eyes wide and body frozen in shock. You place your lips upon Jimin, hand encouraging him to fondle your breast - and when Jimin does your throat allows you to moan in satisfaction.
Taehyung doesn't recall how long you and Jimin kiss, it's all a blur to him. What he does know is that he blinks and you're upon your knees, ass high into the air and your lips are around Jimin's cock. You waste no time gagging upon it, reaching it deep into your throat like a pro.
Jimin's moaning, eyes snapping shut. Your mouth was amazing and your throat proved to be even better.
"You're so hard, Jimin-ssi." you swipe your tongue against the tip of his cock teasingly. "Is what I'm doing making you this hard?"
Jimin nods hastily. He was breathing heavily and sweating. He feels you take him in your mouth once more, this time slobbering messily upon his cock, even taking it out and slapping yourself with it a few times the way you knew he liked it - never revealing to any of them how you know their kinks.
Hoseok doesn't stop himself from reaching into his sweats. He was but a man, and watching you pleasure Jimin to the point the man is twitching in his seat is hot. He wraps a hand around his cock and pumps, eyes on your pussy clenching on nothing - oh how he wished it was his cock you were clenching around.
"If you keep sucking like that I'm gonna cum." Jimin hisses, groaning at the way your mouth suctions around his cock.
Jimin is coming undone and you do nothing but suck harder. You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and pump him while you suck and soon Jimin is twitching harder in his seat.
Jimin peaks his eyes open as he's cumming to witness your smiling face, cum dripping out of his cock and right onto your lips. You were enjoying this - you had to be. Initially, he assumed you were doing this for the money - and with working for a private elite school, the money was amazing. But you truly enjoyed pleasuring him - and for that he found it more worthwhile. The cum drips down your chin and onto your chest.
Jimin falls limp into his seat while you lick the remaining cum from your lips.
Namjoon is the first to react. He - like Hoseok - was but a man and already had his cock out and ready. He quickly grasps you from your position and hoists you up. You yelp, but turn to face the tall man.
"You're so cute when you're horny." you murmur to Namjoon, and before he can react to your words you push him besides Jimin in an empty seat. You sit upon him, both legs on either side of him. Your clit is dripping with excitement when you rub it against his cock, and Namjoon swallows as you do so. "You know, I have been assigned to you all since you started."
Namjoon's ears perk, as do the other four men.
"They allowed me to study each of you. They showed me pictures and I just knew I couldn't wait to have you." you continue to grind against Namjoon while his hands dig into the skin of your hips. "I prepared myself for this moment and I won't stop until I've satisfied each of you."
You pushed yourself onto Namjoon's tip, entering it inside of you.
Namjoon grunts, eyes glued to your bouncing breast as you adjusted to his size. Your pussy was hot and wet and his cock felt as if it was going to melt - and could he truly be angered if it did?
You embrace Namjoon, both arms tugging him closer to you. Your breast suffocates him as you bounce atop of him, but he doesn't care. He cannot bring himself to. All he does care about is the way your pussy is making him feel - as if he could cum any moment now and wouldn't be ashamed by how quick it was.
Hoseok was the next to follow. His cock felt ready to explode at the sight of you and Namjoon and waiting for his turn was not an option. He tugs you off of Namjoon, but the only one upset about it is the man and not you. You instead giggle at his action.
Hoseok pushes you upon a glaring Namjoon and enters you, wasting no time to crack his hips inside of you at a brutal pace. Your hands clench Namjoon's shoulders for support. Your moans filled the room along with Hoseok's brutal thrusts. Your pussy is dripping slick down your thighs, but you do nothing but beg for more and more - needing to be filled by the man.
Your breasts clap against one another loudly when Hoseok yanks you by your neck closer to him. Namjoon takes this opportunity to take a nipple into his mouth and suck, left hand cupping your wet clit. He rubs circles on your clit and you're coming undone right before their eyes - and the eyes of Taehyung and Jungkook.
"I'm gonna cum!" You wail, legs shaking in great pleasure. Hoseok's cock was so big and he knew just how to fuck you - deep and hard just how you loved it. Namjoon's fingers playing with your clit as he sucked and bite at your breast was the icing on top, and just as Hoseok shoots his cum into you, you're squirting against Namjoon's hand, a long cry of satisfaction leaving your lips.
"It's my turn!" Jungkook hisses, cock out and ready to pounce, but Namjoon shakes his head.
"Hobi took my turn." Namjoon retorts.
"You let him." Jungkook rolls his eyes and he's already grabbing you by your arm when Namjoon tugs you closer to him.
"I can take the both of you." you moan. Your pussy throbs for more, even after Hoseok's powerful rampage.
"H-Huh?" Jungkook flushes at your statement. He swallows thickly, eyes already dark with lust. His mind is blurred enough at the fact that this wasn’t a wet dream. No, you were actually here taking everyone so well.
Namjoon is already seated, so it isn't hard to turn towards Jungkook and bring him closer to you. You turn back around and sit upon Namjoon, directing his cock closer to your pussy. He gulps when you center it at your hole and begin to thrust inside.
"Now you both can have a turn." you murmur, the pressure of having Namjoon inside of you causes you to take a deep breath, but it doesn't last long. Jungkook is already behind you and centering his own cock at your hole.
Jungkook has never done this before and it feels amazing to enter you. He coughs a couple groans when he does so - so tight and warm, inviting. Your back arches to take more of him, and it was the invitation needed for Jungkook to thrust.
As you feel Jungkook fuck your ass, Namjoon begins to thrust inside of your pussy. You never felt so satisfied and full at once - and the sensation was amazing. Your breasts are directly against Namjoon’s chest, fingers clenching his shoulders.
The situation right now feels surreal for Jungkook - and so filthy. The sane part of him wants himself to slow down - that you were still a woman and is deemed fragile. But you’re the one moaning so loud for them - telling him and Namjoon how much you truly wanted it.
And who was Jungkook but a man to give you what you were begging for?
“She’s so tight.” Jungkook grunts, hands firmly placed upon your hips, his own hips snapping directly inside of you.
“Please fuck me as hard as you’d like.” you slurr, your insides churning with such pleasure. You don’t notice Taehyung come before you until your hair is being yanked, and even then you cannot bring yourself to care.
The position had to be uncomfortable to you, but Taehyung doesn’t care. After all, you stated that you wanted all of them, and that’s what he was going to give you until it was his turn to fuck you.
Taehyung places his cock against your willing tongue, groaning at the wet sensation. He slaps your cheek and you do as you were silently told. You begin to suck upon Taehyung’s cock, throat vibrating with Namjoon’s and Jungkook’s thrusts.
“She’s so filthy.” Taehyung chuckles, a hand firmly in your hair. “The perfect whore with all of her holes stuffed.”
You groan a response.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jungkook snaps his hips even harder, his eyes clenching shut. He couldn’t look at you anymore, not while you appeared so filthy. He focuses on cumming, your tight walls clenching around him each time.
Jungkook removes himself from inside of you, hand wrapped around his cock. He grabs you from Taehyung - much to the mans annoyance - and cum directly onto your mouth. You open your mouth even wider to swallow every last droplet.
“Oh, shit.” Namjoon was next, but he didn't remove himself. He cums deep inside of you, thrusts sloppy and his eyes on the sight of you swallowing Jungkook’s cum.
“My turn.” Taehyung sing-songs, all too excited. He grabs you from Namjoon and roughly presses you against a nearby desk, chest slamming against it. He spreads your legs apart and doesn’t waste any time in entering you. “You’re still tight as if you weren’t fucked by so many cocks already.”
Taehyung’s speed is degrading, he cares solely about his own please - but you aren’t upset. You’ve came so many times now that if you didn’t this time, you wouldn’t be angry.
You slam against the cold desk with each thrust from Taehyung. Your pussy clenches, slick dripping down your thighs.
“Please cum inside of me!” you wail, overstimulation getting to you. You feel fresh tears swell in your eyes.
Taehyung slams a hand over your mouth, thrusts never stopping. He’s so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach, something that shouldn’t be possible.
“I’ll give you what you want.” Taehyung laughs, eyes zoning in on the way your ass bounces against his cock. He was never meant to last long - not with how wet, willing and tight you were. A few more sloppy thrusts and he’s cumming inside of you, so much that it begins to drip out before he could remove himself.
Jimin stands once more. “We don’t have much time left. I want to cum in her next.”
The time has went by rapidly, and the timer shown that there was only 30 minutes left until lunch,
“I’m sure we can all cum just one more time.” Hoseok’s already hard again, dark eyes filled with lust.
Jimin flips you onto your back. Your legs open automatically for him, but you’re far too exhausted to do anything.
“I can take two in my mouth.” you slur, already opening your mouth to invite any two inside.
Jimin growls. He grasps his cock and enters you just as you allow Namjoon and Hoseok inside your mouth. In each hand, Jungkook and Taehyung are being pumped.
Jimin focuses on your bouncing breast, then to the way your mouth was being fucked by his hyungs. You were truly a sight to behold - a woman willing to do anything to please them. He places a thumb upon your clit and rubs roughly while he fucks inside of you.
“She likes that, hyung.” Jungkook groans, his cock being pumped so tightly in your soft hands.
Jimin knows, he can feel you clench him even tighter. How your pussy isn’t stretched out by the amount of cocks you had inside of you, he’d never know.
There’s saliva seeping out of your mouth, but you cannot bring yourself to care. You’ve come twice already with Jimin inside of you. You were far from exhausted, allowing Taehyung and Jungkook to jack themselves with your hands and for Namjoon and Hoseok to use your mouth as they wanted.
Your eyes remained open, but you couldn’t focus on anything - your vision was blurry due to the tears and even not, you were currently seeing stars due to the overstimulation.
Jimin cums deep inside of you with a final thrust, slapping your clit harshly. Namjoon was next, the first to remove himself from your lips to coat your cheeks with his warm seed. Jungkook and Taehyung follow suit, both coating each of your breasts and finally Hoseok, deep inside of your throat.
You cough when you finally feel oxygen run through your lungs - the alarm blaring in the room. It was now lunchtime, you note, and you heard shuffling just outside the classroom walls.
Anticipation runs through you knowing that there was still the whole day ahead of you with the five men after lunch was over.
You and Jungkook are together for the whole weekend. All he truly wanted from you was to admit you were his girl - but like always, he had to fuck it out of you.
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“You cooked this?” your mother is first to ask once she bites into the meat, eyes growing slightly wide. “It tastes amazing.”
Jungkook gives a toothy grin and nods. “I added a secret sauce that my father has taught me.”
You want to roll your eyes at Jungkook.
Dinner was going by smoothly. Around 20 minutes ago, your parents arrived. Your father appeared much the same, nonchalant and just ready to eat. Your mother did most of the talking. Her eyes roamed the apartment with prying eyes. She asked Jungkook and you questions after questions, all of which Jungkook responded to quickly and without hesitation.
“How did you two really meet?” your mother asks after a moment. “I assume it couldn’t have been tweeter.”
You scoff. “No. It was not twitter.”
Jungkook places a hand atop yours and laughs. He wraps his fingers into your own and eyes you. He then brings your hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss. “We met at the University.” Jungkook nods. “She was so cold to me at first.”
Your mother shakes her head. “Typical of her.”
“I must’ve asked her out a million times. I was shut down each and every time. Right, baby?”
You want to snatch that smirk off of his lips, but you only roll your eyes.
“I think she got tired of my begging and agreed to a date.” Jungkook turns to your mother. “Ever since then, I’ve been attached to her like a lost puppy.”
Your father listens, not interested in speaking, but interested enough to appear apart of the conversation.
“I’m glad.” your mother speaks. She takes a sip of her water. “Y/N can be a little mean.”
You knit your brows, but before you can speak Jungkook cackles. “She can!” he agrees.
Oh wow, you think.
“But that’s what I love about her. She’s feisty and stubborn.” Jungkook looks your way, his eyes burning into you. You glance away from them and grunt, feeling hot. “And she always speaks up for me at restaurants when they get my order wrong.”
“That was once.” you quip. “You asked for extra sauce…”
“I did.” Jungkook nods. “I thought she was going to rip someone’s head off.” he tells your mother jokingly. “At least I know she cares.”
Jungkook was right - he had won over your mother.
That was expected, however. Your mother was easy to please. Jungkook was the equivalent of tall, dark and handsome. He’s easy to speak with and was such a smooth talker that it even had her swooning. He was affectionate, often kissing your hand or your head - more than usual, but you told yourself he was milking this to the very end.
Now, your father was a different story. He was able to engage the man into conversation and actually hold it, having your fathers full and undivided attention. That is when you realized that Jungkook meant what he said - that even if this fake dating didn’t end with the both of you actually dating, that Jungkook would be there regardless. Your mother was already inviting him to dinner the following week and even hugged him before leaving - before she hugged you.
“I’ll see you two next week?” your mother asks as she’s strolling out the door.
Jungkook wraps you in a tight embrace, his head resting on your shoulder. “You will!” he responds to her, waving curtly. “Y/N tells me about your cooking all the time. I can’t wait!”
You grumble - it was all the time, but you weren’t aware Jungkook was actually listening to your random ramblings. He was slowly winning your mother over that you were sure she would have him for dinner even without you there.
“You think you’re cute?” you push Jungkook off of you once the door is shut.
“Is that the thanks I get for making a good impression?”
You cross your arms. “You know what you were doing complimenting her the entire night.”
Jungkook smirks. “Like mother, like daughter. You both like my praises.” Jungkook’s hands are on you again, bringing you closer to him. “I have to keep myself on top if I’m going to be competing against these boyfriends.”
Your hands are against his chest to push him away. “Ugh, take me home.”
“You aren’t staying the weekend?” Jungkook pouts his lips slightly. “We have to finish binge watching Law & Order.”
“You’re right.” you sigh for a moment. “And here I thought I had a chance to get rid of you.”
“You never can.” Jungkook’s right hand slaps your ass. You yelp, but it was only a gesture to bring you closer to him. He pecks your lips. “Let’s get going. We have the entire weekend ahead of us.”
The night shouldn’t have ended like this. You told yourself that you and Jungkook wouldn’t be entangled together - especially since you were watching Law & Order - there was no way Jungkook could ignore such an amazing series to get his cock wet.
But Jungkook had.
It started with light touching. Jungkook’s bed is soft and it’s easy to be comfortable. He had gave you a shirt to wear - even if you had a weekend's worth of clothes - he insisted it would be best. You were certain he just wanted you in his shirt to appear more domesticated.
Your first mistake was not wearing anything but the shirt and panties. Jungkook’s hands wandered upon your skin, his body dangerously close to yours. His hips would rut against your ass, prying hand going beneath the oversized shirt. “Just one kiss, Y/N. Don’t be like that.” was what he said - and you caved.
Of course it could never be one kiss. One peck led to him begging for more - and more. It led to him flipping you to face him, his hand squeezing the flesh of your ass to bring you closer to him. It continued with you being on top of him, tongues fighting against one another. His hands stayed upon your ass, rubbing gently as you and he kissed.
“We’re missing the show.” you protest, breaking free of the heated kiss.
“We can always go back.” Jungkook eyes you with hooded eyes. “You look so pretty in my shirt.” he murmurs.
“Shut up, simp.” you roll your eyes jokingly.
“I can never compliment my girl without getting called a simp.” Jungkook tsks. His hands rub up your rib back down to your waist to your thighs. “It’s true, though. I wanna wake up with you like this every day.”
“I would have to actually be your girl for that to happen.” you retort. You gently grind against him, lips flashing him a mischievous grin.
“You are my girl.” Jungkook hisses low, hands squeezing your hips to keep you firmly against him. “I got you in my shirt, don’t I?”
Jungkook and his logical comebacks. Damn him.
“I got you to stay with me this weekend, right?” Jungkook continues, his tongue coating his lips with moisture.
“So?”
Jungkook manages to lift himself up without disrupting you. You and he are face to face now, your thighs caging him in between you.
“So that makes you my girl.” Jungkook pecks your lips. “I know you like being called my girl, Y/N. Each time I say it you grind against me a little harder.”
Truly, fuck Jeon Jungkook because damn was he right.
“Exactly.” Jungkook murmurs, and for a second you believe he’s going to say something else - a comment that would indicate just how “down bad” you were for him. But no, Jungkook continues to stare at you.
You shift in his lap and with that, Jungkook blinks. “You’re really pretty.”
You frown, knitting your brows together in an attempt to be annoyed - even if your heart did jolt.
“My pretty girl.” Jungkook continues, his arms embracing you. “Far too stubborn to admit.”
“Is this how you ask out all your girls?” you snort, but feel yourself melting in his warm embrace. “Just demand for them to be with you?”
“There you go, Y/N.” Jungkook chuckles. “You go in that head of yours and start being delusional and fantasize me being with other girls.”
“Excuse me?” Delusional?
“Why are you adamant on me having multiple girls?” Jungkook gently kisses your forehead just because he knows it annoys you - his random acts of affection or kindness in a situation that is deemed “serious”.
You shrug your shoulders. “You fit the fuck boy aesthetic.” was all you say.
Jungkook snorts. “You think I have girls lining up to suck my dick in exchange for streaming services?”
You gasp. “We said we wouldn’t bring that up!” you hiss.
“You’re right, baby. I’m sorry.” Jungkook smiles. “I just don’t see how you think I’m a fuck boy even now. I barked in order to meet your parents. I’m still getting laughed at in the groupchat.”
You suppress your own laughter, only giving Jungkook a grin.
“I basically fund your whole lifestyle. I think that’s far beyond a fuck boy.” Jungkook adds - but not in a way to throw it in your face or to appear as though you need him to.
“A sugar daddy at best.” you shrug, but even you can’t help but laugh at the bewildered look on Jungkook’s face. “You do know you aren’t obligated to buy me things.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes - it was the same song and dance as before. He’d get you something he heard you speak about once a few days prior - you would insist it wasn’t a need, but the sparkle in your eyes was enough for him to keep doing it.
“As my girl…” Jungkook places a kiss at the nape of your neck. “...it’s required of me to.”
“Until you get bored and throw me to the side.” you feel Jungkook’s teeth bite down on your neck.
“You do everything but admit you like me, baby.” Jungkook presses you firmly against him. “I’m beginning to think that’s what you want me to do so you can remain in denial.”
Jungkook’s hands go beneath the large shirt of his you wore. Your skin is so soft and smooth - the both of you shudder.
“You’re okay.” you murmur, biting your lip when you feel both of his hands engulf your breasts.
“Just okay?” Jungkook’s tongue twirls on the spot he bit. “I can have you on your back begging for me in seconds, baby. Nothing about me is ‘just okay’.”
Your play hard to get was not going to last - especially not now. The cocky Jungkook was creeping in, and he knew that your words were nothing but bluffs.
“I’m sure I would be the same way with someone else.”
You couldn’t help it. It was a game for you at times to rile up Jungkook. He was the jealousy and competitive type - he had to prove that he was the best at any and everything he did.
“You want me to fuck you so bad.” Jungkook chuckles, but you can hear the slight irritation in his voice - deep and raspy; ready to prove you wrong. You shudder slightly as goosebumps ride across your skin.
You really did. You were already wet enough, his hands and mouth adding to it. There was nothing like Jungkook fucking your petty words right out of you.
“You do this every time, Y/N.” Jungkook bites your neck harshly and you yelp, squirming. “You love messing with me. It must turn you on seeing me fuck the submission into you.”
You swallow thickly to suppress a moan. “I just give you what you want.” you shrug slightly.
“What do I want?”
“Someone to moan for you no matter if it feels good or not.”
You were playing a dangerous game with Jungkook, but it just brings nothing but excitement through you.
You yelp once more when you feel your hair being yanked. “You’re being a bitch again, baby.” Jungkook murmurs, but even he is amused by your attempts. You can never just tell him that you want him - never tell him that you want him to dominate. Instead, you deny or insinuate the opposite just to give him a reason to prove you wrong.
But Jungkook said it once before, he loved your ‘play hard to get’ game you played with him; when he had you it was much more satisfying.
“Isn’t that what you like about me?” you tease, and even in the dim room - law and order playing ignored in the background - you are beautiful to him, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Love it.” Jungkook presses his lips firmly onto yours, his tongue sliding past your mouth. It’s quick and he’s rough, but you cannot protest. His hands are gripping your flesh so hard that you feel as though they’d leave a mark.
Jungkook yanks the shirt off of you, tongue instantly finding both of your breasts. Your legs are wrapped around him, his clothed cock pressing firmly against you.
“Why can’t you be normal?” Jungkook’s lips pops from your nipples, his tongue licking it furiously. “A normal girl would just tell me she wants me to be a little rough and not provoke it out of me.”
Jungkook grips both of your breasts into the palm of his hands and brings both of your nipples into his mouth.Your back arches at the warm sensation pooling through you.
“I-I have to tell you how to fuck like a man?”
There was a new sensation when the words left your mouth and hit Jungkook’s ears. It’s a sensation that shoots straight to your core and leaves your cheek stinging.
The room is silent, Jungkook’s eyes wide watching your reaction for a moment. He’s ready to apologize for not thinking before he slaps you, but it’s your moan that draws him back to reality.
“You liked that?” Jungkook murmurs and you nod, biting your lip. Jungkook grunts, his mind wandering just how far you’d let him go.
Jungkook unwraps your legs from around him and removes himself from the bed. He drags you to the edge of it, you yelping at the sudden movement. Jungkook removes your panties and widens your legs. He’s cocky - through the flashing television light, he see’s how wet you are for him.
“Keep your eyes on me.” Jungkook demands.
You swallow, finding it difficult underneath his intense gaze. Jungkook lowers himself, burying his tongue deep within your folds. He forces your legs open each time you threaten to close them. His eyes are locked onto your fluttering ones, watching as you moan and cry for him. You were so beautiful for him - if only you’d allow him to admire your beauty. Oftentimes when he looked your way, you were quick to respond with a witty remark.
“Fuck…” you groan, breaking eye-contact just as he enters his fingers inside of you. You lay your head back and continue to pant.
“You never allow me to treat you nicely.” Jungkook removes his tongue from your clit to spit on it, continuing his pumping. “If you’d let me, I would take good care of you.” Jungkook licks his lips, the wet sounds of your pussy like a melody to his ears. “But instead, you want to be a bitch. I don’t get it.”
“K-Kookie…” you draw out a moan, a hand cupping your breast. You can feel the familiar churning in your stomach. “I’m gonna cum-”
“No you aren’t.” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you, hand slapping your clit.
Your eyes shoot open, your pussy clenching around nothing. “W-What-”
Your mouth is stuffed with Jungkook’s fingers, your tongue twirling around them.
“See how good you taste?” Jungkook questions, removing his fingers to grip your chin tightly. “I would let you cum but…I’m sure you can always find someone else to do it. Since you enjoy faking so much.”
Your heart is pumping and you flush hot with embarrassment. You aren’t sure what to say - Jungkook had you beat.
“Aw,” Jungkook chuckles. “You look so sad, baby. I can let you cum.”
You swallow, glancing away from Jungkook.
“Is that what you want?”
You nod your head, but Jungkook wants to hear you.
You yelp when your clit is slapped once more. “Use your words, baby.”
“Y-Yes!” you try not to moan and sound too desperate, but it’s inevitable.
“Yes what, baby?” Jungkook’s already tugging his bottom half off, his underwear going along with it. His shirt is next, chisel abs in your line of vision that you groan at just the sight. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. You have a mouth any other time.”
Fuck Jeon Jungkook.
Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his cocky attitude.
Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his amazing dick that has you following along with him. “Please fuck me.” you sigh in defeat. “Please make me cum, Kook.”
“With pleasure.” Jungkook is delighted. He slaps the top of his cock against your clit, licking his lips. “So wet. To think you said someone else can have you like this.”
Jungkook wasn’t going to let that go - you can only imagine how hard he was going to fuck-
“J-Jungkook…!” you shout in surprise at how hard he enters you, his thrusting increasing by the second. Your back slams against the bed with each thrust, and it only bounces back just as hard.
“You can handle it, Y/N.” Jungkook hisses, fingernails digging into your flesh. “You don’t want me to be nice, you don’t want to be my girl…”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, panting heavily. Jungkook’s tone appears serious - you’d have to ask later on if your words really got to him like they appeared to have.
“I let you…fuck…” Jungkook’s head hangs, eyes unsure where to focus. Your breast bounced furiously in rhythm with his pounding. Your face is scrunched with pleasure, a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth. “...I let you sit on my face. I let you spend as much of my money as you’d like with no limit. I…”
Jungkook grips your chin once more, forcing you to focus on him. It’s difficult - Jungkook doesn’t allow you a second to breathe, but you don’t want him to.
“And all I really ask you to be is my girl.”
It pains for him to remove himself from you - all he wants is to cum deep inside of you like you’d allow him before. But - his pride and ego got the best of him. If you were going to front as if you didn’t need him to cum, then you weren’t.
“Kook…” you cry in defeat, pussy once more clenching around nothing.
Jungkook laughs, a dark glee in the tone. “And like I said before, Y/N…” your eyes flutter a bit looking at his face - dark lust filled eyes staring right into yours. “...I can have you on your back begging for me, can’t I?”
Fuck Jeon Jungkook.
Your chest heaves. “Fuck you.” you curse at how meek your voice appeared.
“I bet you’d like that baby.” Jungkook plays with your clit slightly. “You’re my girl, right?”
You lick your lips, thighs quivering.
“Say it and I’ll let you cum.” Jungkook centers his tip at your entrance, thumb circling against your wet bud. “That’s all I want from you, baby. You can have anything you want from me…”
Jungkook enters you slowly this time. Your groan is long and deep, your hands reaching out to grab Jungkook’s bicep.
“J-Jungkook.” you trail off - the pleasure now getting to you. You just wanted to cum by him - his hands, mouth, cock, whatever it took.
“Yes, baby?” Jungkook breathes - he’s unsure himself if he’d be able to last long like this and then his ego would be hurt (but then again, he wouldn’t have blueballs).
“Please make me cum, Kookie.” you wail, hot tears falling down your face. You had to look utterly pathetic weeping for dick. Jungkook’s ego was now going to skyrocket and this moment is something he would forever hold over your head - no jokes from you could ever be taken now. “I had you on your back crying for me, baby” - you can hear it now.
But - you were desperate. Jungkook was hot, his dick was amazing and you’d allow him to have this over you.
“I’m your girl, Kookie.”
Jungkook shudders - and now he’s truly satisfied. He pounds into you sloppily, certain that neither of you were going to last long. You’re clenching around him so heavenly, moaning and crying his names that he cannot help but want to cum inside of you each and every time.
“I know you’re close, baby.” you hear Jungkook say, his forehead - moist with sweat - pressed onto yours. “We can come together, okay?”
“Y-Yea…” you nod, but you wrap your arms around Jungkook and press your lips against his. You’re groaning against the kiss, already cumming on his cock.
Jungkook feels the electric shock go through him and he shudders. With a few more thrusts, Jungkook cums inside of you, trembling at the sensation.
Ten minutes it’s what it took for you and Jungkook to come back to reality. You’re sweaty and you haven’t even done anything.
“You wanna shower?” Jungkook’s voice pipes in. “Are you okay? I didn’t go too overboard, right?”
You nod your head. “I’m okay.” you murmur.
Jungkook nods. He kisses your temple. “I can start the shower for you-”
“You aren’t coming?” you ask once you feel Jungkook shuffle on the bed.
“I-I..” Jungkook’s eyes are wide and doe like. He appears completely surprised that you offered such a thing. “You’d like me to?”
You laugh at his expression. How you manage to remove yourself from the bed is beyond you - your legs are shaking with pain that you’re not upset about.
Jungkook feels your hands against his bare chest and he tilts his head, awaiting your response.
“I said I was your girl, wasn’t I?” you murmur, sending a kiss to his chest.
In seconds, Jungkook is erect again at just the admission.
Warning: oral (m&f receiving) fingering, ass slapping, kissing,
Word Count: 8,969
Description: Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that had all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you are far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best.
Today was Namjoon's first day as a professor at this University, starting a month into the school year. He was young - only 28 years old - and the other professors made sure he knew it. He was mistaken for a student upon his arrival - even when the dean had met him a month prior. But, he doesn't dwell on it. It's an honor to be young and have a job as a professor. He reaches his classroom - the large lecture halls that appeared familiar to him. It appeared the same from when he was in his own lecture hall back when he was in University. Students piled the seats, some chit-chatting upon his arrival.
The students eyed the man as he walked in, holding a brief case that he set down on the wooden desk. He clears his throat and nods at them, the conversation around them dying down. Namjoon turns to pick up the dry erase marker and write his name and the lesson plan on the board. They should've receieved their copy of the book he would be discussing today after all.
Namjoon feels the eyes on his back - as if they were attempting to make him burst into a million pieces on the spot. Nothing's changed since he sat in similar seats as them. But, Namjoon shakes his head and sighs. It's a typical life of a scholar, after all.
"Hello class." Namjoon greets just as he turns around. It was his last class and he was almost robotic - repeating the same dialogue time after time. His hands are covered in marker as he eyes the new faces of his class. He straightens his button up shirt. "Today we will be covering one of my favorite literature..." Namjoon's eyes focus on a set of eyes that bore back into him. He pauses at you - a little too long for his liking. You were seated right in front of him, eyes staring intently. He knew you - the familiar face he hasn't seen in years due to the difference in age.
Namjoon breaks eye contact, shuffling his notes in his hands and manages to not make a fool of himself and drop them all around like he did last period. He was trying to erase the indiscretion from his mind. You, for some reason looked at him with something entirely different.
"I slaved over this stove to make that food and you're only picking at it." Jungkook huffs, his eyes glaring at Namjoon from across the table.
Namjoon looks up at Jungkook and releases a low chuckle. "Sorry." he murmurs, putting the assignments aside and picking up his chopsticks.
Namjoon preferred not to take his work home with him - but he knew he would do nothing but stay at the University if he didn't. He was no longer a High School teacher, being a Professor required more work. And he was persistent in being the best he could be.
"When's Via coming home?" Jungkook asks after he slurps the ramen into his mouth hungrily. "Her food's going to get cold."
"Wouldn't be the first time." Namjook responds on que when the door opens and Via, dark curly hair tied into a low bun, enters. She's holding different folders into her arms as she enters. She enters the kitchen and gives a tired smile to both men, dropping the files onto the island table. "How was your day at work?" Namjoon asks her, eyes not glancing her way.
Via takes a hold of her plate that Jungkook made for her. She's slurping down the ramen as if she hasn't eaten in hours - she probably hasn't. Her job as an attorney was a demanding one, after all. "Same as always." she responds when she's done with her food. "I'll be using the guest bedroom tonight again. I was assigned another case." she laughs bitterly.
Jungkook furrows his brows at Namjoon who nods at Via. "You should relax more often. I can run you a bath?" he offers.
Via shakes her head. She grabs ahold of the mountain of files and makes her way down the hall to the guest bedroom. "I'll run a quick shower. Love you, Joonie. You, too, Kookie. Thanks for the food!"
Jungkook doesn't get to respond before he hears a door open and close. He turns towards Namjoon. He's eating his food normally. "You two don't sleep together?" he questions lowly. "Is that a normal occurence in this household?"
"She works all day, you know that." Namjoon shrugs. He pushes the bowl away from him and burps slowly. "We both bring work home with us. Never time to actually sleep regardless so we'll rather not disturb the other."
Jungkook scoffs but doesn't say anything. It was weird seeing a couple like Namjoon and Via - both once so loving towards the other act so distant when it comes to their jobs. But it wasn't Jungkook's place to question afterall, he wasn't apart of their relationship to see the in's and out's of it.
Jungkook washes the dishes thankfully and Namjoon takes a quick shower before he enters the bedroom to finish correcting the assignments. He comes across yours and something catches his eyes. It's numbers at the top of the paper - he realizes it's a phone number with a heart at the end of it.
Of course, as time went on, Namjoon knew there would be three types of students. There were good ones - yes, the ones like him in University that overachieve and strove to be excellent. There were the bad ones who didn't try the least bit and only seemed to be in University for the hell of it. Namjoon considered himself nice enough, but blunt. He was going to let whoever know about themselv when it came to his class.
Namjoon crosses his arms as the students pile into their desks. There was a seating chart in his class - simply because he knew they enjoyed familiarity. When the students arrived, he placed down their quizzes that they took not too long ago with their graded marks. He watches as some students chat, excited with their marks. Others, not so much. They groaned and sme beamed depending on their marks.
Namjoon could feel the glaring eyes on him - but he didn't care. He was their professor, not a friend. He couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself at the penetrating eyes from the failing students. It was still early on, however, and they could make up their marks whenever they desired to - as long as they tried.
You were the different type of student he spoke of. After being your professor for a few, he finally realized just who you were and why you appeared familiar to him. Min Yoongi, your brother, was a friend of his dating back to his senior year of High School. Yoongi was a few years older than himself, but the two of them clicked like fine wine. He remained close with Yoongi til this day - yet he couldn't put his finger on where he seen you before until he laid in his bed at night, thinking about it.
You were now entering your second year of University and admittedly, were nothing like your brother. Yoongi was laid back, he didn't like crowded spaces and often stayed to himself or a close knit friend group. You, however, were wild and crazy. Namjoon told himself that you were because you came from a strict household of two older brothers who didn't allow you to date in High School and a father who didn't play games when it came to either of his child - especially you. You were loud and energentic unlike your other two siblings.
When he witnesses you the next few weeks, he notices how you enjoy showing skin. Again, something you were permitted to do until you were of age. He could remember far back when you were a teenager and had to wear skirts no shorter than knee length and shirts that covered it all. Now, seeing you dress as if you were going to night clubs or bars - dark red leather that showed too much skin or short skirts that allows anyone to see the smoothness of your skin. Of course, the school wouldn't approve this - but there was only so much they would do to someone paying to attend.
Namjoon knows you still live with your parents - he knows your father would never allow you to dress this way. You must take off the clothes you leave out the house in as soon as you enter school grounds.
Namjoon pushes his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose when he hears footsteps coming closer to him. Class ended a little over 5 minutes ago and he was sure everyone should be out by now. He was grading papers when he lifts his eyes up to see you.
Bending over his desk.
Namjoon swallows a lump that was caught in his throat, his eyes staying on your breast for a second too long for his liking. "Yes...?" Namjoon murmurs when he reaches your eyes.
Namjoon sees a smirk form onto your lips - glossy lips that shined in the lights, he notes. "Namjoon-ssi." you say his name with a low moan and Namjoon is soon coughing. You stand straight and take a step back, tilting your head. "I'll see you later." you say, strolling out of his room with a sway of your hips, his eyes dipping down to the way you waltz out.
What was he doing entertaining thoughts such as this? You were nothing but a student and a close friends younger sibling - he couldn't think of you in such a manner. Especailly since he had his own fiance at home.
Namjoon had his suspicions of you. He didn't want to be called crazy but as a man, you know when someone - especially a woman - is pinning after you. This is what Namjoon suspects when it comes to you. He see's you in the parking lot of the school after hours. You aren't alone, however. You're seated on top of a red convertible, arms wrapped around the neck of an unknown student and the both of you are making out, tongue swirling inside the others mouth. His see's the man's hands upon your bare thighs - you wore shorts today - and inches closer to your waist.
"Y/N." Namjoon calls as he stands by his own car. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
At the call of your name, you disconnect yourself from the boy and look towards him. Your lipgloss is smeared and your eyes roll at him. "I didn't know you drive, Namjoon-ssi. I'm so accustomed to my brother driving you everywhere."
Namjoon frowns when he hears the unknown boy laughing. When he turns his head his eyes catch a glimpse. It's a student of his - one that is failing. Namjoon unlocks his car door and opens it. "You two wouldn't be failing my class if you were as interested in studying as you were showing public indecency."
As Namjoon drives home, he feels foolish. He always told himself that he could read people easily and solve their intentions. You were popular - people flocked to you easily and it appeared as though wherever you walked, people stood out the way. As he told himself, he was no fool when it came to a woman's advances. It was as if you were provoking him - being with another man as if taunting him. Why else would you be out in public and near his car out of all places?
So this is how Namjoon finds himself requesting to speak with you privately after class. It was the end of the day and very few Professors stayed behind as long as he did. He wasn't looking forward to confronting you. There was a possibility that what he was thinking of could be something else entirely. He didn't want to offend you in the slighest.
But, Namjoon had to. It was eating him alive and he needed to know what trick you were playing with him. Was this a form of entertaining for you? If so, he had to end this right now. He didn't want to play anything when it came to you - his student and friend's little sister.
"Y/N-ah." Namjoon nods as he shuts the door to his classroom. She was standing by the array of desks with her arms crossed. "Have a seat, please." Namjoon says. He goes towards his desk and sits down, expecting for her to sit in the desk in front of him so they can start their discussion.
But you don't. Of course you don't.
Namjoon yelps when he feels you are seated in his lap. You had walked around his desk without making much noise Your hands were touching the many papers on his desk boredly. "What did you want to talk about, Namjoon-ssi?" you question nonchalantly.
Namjoon grinds his teeth together. He could feel you move every so often in his lap as you look though his paperwork. "Are you going to talk, Namjoon-ssi? I don't have all day and I'm sure you don't either." you murmur to him, looking over your shoulder to release a giggle at his face. It was as though he was holding in a breath.
As you slowly - painfully slow, Namjoon notes - rock your hips, ass pressed against him, Namjoon tenses. "Get off of me right now." Namjoon hisses, his cheeks reddening. Because if he could feel it - so could you. His pants were tight, and his cock beneath his clothes pants was hardened.
"Why?" you frown, mouth forming a pout. "I'm just reorganizing your papers? Don't we need to talk, Namjoon-ssi?"
This was inappropriate in every way possible. He was an engaged man - having been since the age of 26. He loved his fiance and this was doing nothing but going against everything he believed in.
You were also a student of his. Though you were the legal age of consent, you were still his student. There was a power dynamic (even if you held all the power) and he would never take advantage of that.
And...you were Yoongi's sister.
"I'm going to keep organizing." you murmur, bucking your hips again. You take the stacks of paper and do as you said you would, your hips slowly circlingly on his waist. You take one of his pens - a royal blue one with the finest tip - and begin to write on a scrap paper.
Namjoon's hands unknowingly land onto your hips. His mind was clouded for a second, the sensation of you on his lap, ass pressed against his cock - something he hasn't felt in so long - was amazing.
Suddenly, Namjoon comes to his senses. "Get out." he snatches his hands away from you. His lifts himself from his chair and you fall against his desk slightly. "We have nothing left to speak of."
You click your tongue. You turn towards him and drop the pen against his desk. It rolls onto the ground, but neither of you go to grab it. You smile up at him sweetly. There was a height difference, but that doesn't stop you from kissing his exposed collarbone lightly. It was a feathery kiss - so soft that he thought he imagined it.
"Get out, Y/N." Namjoon repeats more stern. And you do. Namjoon waits for the classroom door to shut before he releases a sigh, hands running through his hair. He crashes against the chair and shakes his head.
His eyes catches the writing on the scrap paper, the familiar blue pen that now laid upon the floor.
'I want you' written onto it, a single heart at the end of it.
Namjoon manages to get through the sea of students strolling the halls. He wore a new suit that Via had bought for him. She had ironed it the night before, stating that he would look just handsome with it. However, even when Via was being a wife to him - surprisingly - he couldn't contain his...excitement? Anticipation? Maybe it was the challenge of facing you again like he had for months. Nothing far inappropriate, just his eyes lingering on yours like yours did to his. Or he would notice the way you would sit closer to the front now, your legs on display each time it was sunny out.
When Namjoon opens the door to his classroom after eating his lunch, he finds you inside. You're seated on top of his desk, beneath you were paperwork and upcoming assignments. Not like you cared - you never cared. "Took you long enough." you snicker, rolling your eyes as he closes the door. Your eyes are on his as he steps closer to you. "Do you have something to say?"
"I have a wife. Well fiance." Namjoon says, swallowing the lump in his throat. "And I love her."
Namjoon waits for your reaction. You eye him. Your eyes appear as daggers, but he cannot read your overall expression. Did you know of Via from Yoongi or was this new to you.
"And?" you giggle. You uncross your legs, the short skirt you wore rising up your thighs. Namjoon is directly in front of you, suit feeling tighter and tighter as the seconds roll on. The halls are quiet, even when the students were once occupying it prior to attending their lunch hours.
The classroom felt smaller - as if closing in on him. Your eyes were one of a huntress catching their prey. You had him where you wanted him, and Namjoon was unsure if he wanted to be anywhere else at the moment. "And?" you repeated. Namjoon comes closer now, gulping. "You still want me?"
Namjoon nods without realizing it, not until he feels your hands grip his suit jacket and pull him closer to you. "I want to hear you say it, Namjoon-ssi. Admit that you want me."
"I want you." Namjoon admits, his mind swirls from reality and all he can think of is you.
That was all you needed from him. Your lips crashed against his in a heated moment. Your hands don't unclench from his suit and Namjoon was sure that the once ironed suit would be wrinkled by the time he got home tonight.
You release a throaty moan when you feel Namjoon's tension release. He doesn't hesitate any longer and his hands roam your body freely. He hasn't felt a body in his hands in so long - Via was always too tired and busy to entertain him, and he didn't wish to bother her.
You catch Namjoon's lips between your teeth. They were so plump and full as you always imagined them to be in your childhood. You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him much closer to you than you ever imagined he would be.
"Y/N." Namjoon moans against your lips. It was his discernment speaking with him, telling him what he was doing was wrong. He gently pulls your hair to get you to stop kissing him - but it does nothing but make you want more. "Wait, Y/N." he says sternly.
"What?" you pout, annoyed. "Please...don't stop." you whispered an order at him, narrowing your eyes. You wanted him, and by his reaction, you knew he wanted you, as well.
Namjoon shoves you roughly. You're laying flat against his desk, the paperwork flying around. You wrap your legs tighter around him to make sure he doesn't unwrap himself from you.
"I have a secret to tell, Namjoon-ssi." you mumble, a curt smirk on your lips. "I'm not wearing any panties."
Namjoon gulps - throat dry. His eyes glance a peak between your skirt. He was close to seeing if it was true, every so slowly. All he had to do was bend down and see for himself. And he does, but before he could see for himself, his phone sounds. The alarm that tells him lunch time is over.
You drop your legs from his waist and lift yourself up with a huff. You push yourself away from him, fiing your disheveled hair and appearance.
Namjoon lets his grasp on your thighs go. His eyes watch you fix yourself up, legs crossed to hide the secret you told him. Then, you lift yourself up. Your eyes flutter up to his own and Namjoon releases a stressed sigh. "I can wait, Namjoon-ssi." you murmur, coming closer to him. "I've been waiting long enough, so don't make me wait too long."
Namjoon doesn't take his eyes from you. He can't, not even when you make your way out of his room and down the hall. He is released from his trance when he can no longer hear your footsteps.
Namjoon tries to search his mind for what he's doing, but he can't. This was now a full fledged affair that Namjoon knew, deep down, that it wasn't going to be over until the two of you got the release needed.
Namjoon places his shirt in the washer, his eyes glancing watching as the soap and water wash away the lip gloss on his shirt. He stares at the washing machine washing away his affair in self-loathing. He knows how it got there and understands that it would possibly happen again. It was as if his mind couldn't think straight when you were around him. One thing for certain, you left the heart-shaped lip gloss stain on his shirt on purpose.
"Joonie?" Via's voice calls for him as she enters their home. Namjoon furrows a brow, his concentration from his thoughts of you are left behind as he ehars her footsteps around the home.
Namjoon leaves the laundry room, giving his wife a dimpled smile. "You're home early." he notes, kissing her cheeks. She didn't have any files in her arms and appeared relaxed. It was a good look on her.
"Ah, yes. I'm nearly done with the case." she admits, eyes tired but gleaming with determination. "I thought we could have dinner together. We haven't in months."
Dinner felt whole again. Months it consisted of Jungkook coming over to keep him company during dinner while Via couldn't. When Jungkook couldn't, he would eat alone and leave a plate for Via when came home. There were a few times when she would come home with stacks of files and just eat quickly before retreating to the guest bedroom. now as Via and he sat and ate and converse, he realized that he missed his wife in more ways than one.
Now Via laid besides him asleep, a soft snore coming between her lips. Namjoon laid against the bedframe, the book opened in his hands. His desk lamp on his side of the bed was on but dim enough to not disturb Via. It felt foreign sharing their bed again, it's been months since they laid together. However, the words on the book appeared as gibberish. He couldn't concentrate what he was attempting to read.
His mind remained on you. And the release he felt as though he needed. His mind was in despair, attacking him as a man. His wife lay beside him and of course, his desires for forbidden fantasies are upon you. You were someone that appeared utterly forbidden as a young, university student - his student. His friend's younger sister - Yoongi and you weren't as close as him and his own sister, but there was still a level of respect. You were of age, but regardless, he was nearing 30 and engaged to marry while you were freshly new to college. His mind told him he was attempting to steal your youth.
But, what did you mean? You've been waiting for him? Your words sounded sincere enough - but how did you wait? Surely your young eyes weren't upon him as a child. That made Namjoon's heart flutter - in both excitement and disappointment. Because then that would mean that even as he came around you as a friend to Yoongi, that you eventually developed a crush that skyrocketed to lust - and could he take advantage of that?
Even so, this all was a game to you he was sure. You weren't dumb by any means, even when you chose to get what you want with your body instead of your brains. He doesn't judge you, however, you came from a strict household afterall. You seeking him out specifically had to be something deeper than just wanting to have relations with your professor - if that was the case you had 10 others around the University.
Namjoon shuts the book with a groan. Maybe it was far into this...affair? He should call it that since he has since far cheated on his fiance. He shoudln't be thinking of your motives now after he has already felt your lips upon his.
Namjoon lays beneath the covers, his back facing Via. He wasn't going to put the blame on you for being desirable. No, you were a woman growing into yourself and he was the older man that couldn't stop himself - so he says. He could stop what he was doing with you. He could tell you what you two were doing was inappropriate. Namjoon had the power to stop this.
But he didn't want to - and that's what frightened him.
Now here Namjoon sits in his last period class, discussing the Jungian archetypes - the same topic for months now. He leans against his desk as he listens to the students discussions. Even so, he could feel your eyes upon him. He felt like he was in High School again, avoiding the gazes of the girls he had crushes on in embarrassment. But, you weren't his crush - he was a grown man who didn't have crushes.
Yet and still, your eyes intimidated him. He didn't love you - and he knew you didn't love him. He only felt a sense of adventure when it came to you. The thrill of the risk - as horrible as it was. He had no future plans with you in general and you couldn't mean much to him besides being the sister of his friend and now, ironically, his student.
What if the two of you only kissed - would that be as bad as a full on affair?
You raise your hand to signal Namjoon's attention. He blinks at you and then nods his head. "What about the shadow archetype?" you question.
"We all have the shadow archetype." Namjoon answers. "It's compossed of our weaknesses and desires."
Namjoon swallows.
"I've been reading Jung's work, Namjoon-ssi," you say, turning the pages of your book. "and he says the shadow can appear in dreams or visions."
Namjoon nods. Maybe that's why his own dreams possessed you constantly - in all forms, more ways than one.
"Have you ever been visited by the shadow?" you ask him, your eyes dancing with amusement.
Namjoon doesn't answer, and thankfully time was up regardless. He coughs, turning around to the stacks of graded assignments. He calls for his students to come correct their assignments. He congratulates a few of them on their marks and suggests that the ones with low ones come to him if they have any questions. He grabs his brief case and is ready to flee the classroom just when you call his name. He turns to you, his eyes not reaching yours. "I have questions about my grade."
Namjoon furrows a brow. "You're passing my class." he retorts. "What questions would you have?"
"As a professor, you should be far more concerned for your students, Namjoon-ssi." you hiss. You're in front of him before he can blink, closing the door slowly.
Namjoon's lips turn to a straight line. He was ready to leave - something that was new to him because he never leaves when University is over. But he needed to avoid you entirely. "What do you want from me?" he murmurs in defeat. The question sounded weak, even coming from him. He gulps when he see's you inch closer to him. He tells himself that he has the power to stop this - all of this. But when he witnesses you stop directly in front of him and grab his tie - a girf from Via - and bring his lips to yours, he questions how he would do it.
Namjoon's lips dance with yours. His fingers dug into your hips but then he soon snatched them away. You disconnect your lips from his with a frown and a glare. "I'm not weak nor a child, Namjoon-ssi."
Before Namjoon knows it, you push him into the leather desk chair. Your hands are on his belt buckle, ripping it off in a matter of seconds. Namjoon's hands grip the arm of the chair. You were quick in taking his cock out in seconds. You're stroking him at a good pace - so good that Namjoon has to stop you. He places his large hands over your small ones.
"I'm not going to stop, Namjoon-ssi." you mumble, opening your mouth to send a kitten lip onto the tip of his cock. Namjoon's naiols dig into the chair. "Not unless you want me to."
Your lips wrapped around him, the sparkly lip gloss you wore painting his cock as you suck. Your eyes don't leave his, not even when Namjoon unknowingly thrusts into your mouth, moaning lowly. A groan leaves your throat and Namjoon thinks maybe he thrusts too hard and nearly chokes you. But when he see's the tears in the corner of your eyes and the pure lust in your eyes, he know's you enjoy it just as much as he does.
Namjoon grabs the back of your head and thrusts with no remorse. This was the release he needed that he hadn't had in months. Your mouth was wet and warm, inviting. He lets himself get loose, moaning a little louder with each buck of his hips. Soon he's shuddering, about to cum. You don't move, not even when he tries to tug you off of him. His cum shoots out of his tip and into your mouth.
You swallow it whole. When your lips remove themselves from his cock, there's a string of saliva connecting them together. You wipe your mouth, eyes on Namjoon. He's catching his breath, fluttering his eyes open when he senses you hovering above him. You give him a sweet smile that makes him return it. That was before you grab his hand and guide them beneath your skirt - something you wore often now - and he feels the fleshly, wet warmth of your clit.
Namjoon tells himself he should stop - he really should. But feeling how wet and inviting you were, mixed with the risk of doing anything in the classroom with an unlocked door. Namjoon was but a man, so he doesn't hesitate in putting you onto his desk, fingers playing with your clit while you moan. Your moans should have stopped him from continuing, but it eggs him on to continue. He enters two fingers inside of you, marvelling at how wet and tight you were.
Your legs widen on his desk, giving Namjoon a full view of how inviting you truly were. The slick dripped down onto his pumping fingers and it was hard to take his eyes away from the sight. All of this felt taboo - but he hadn't felt this muich excitement in years. It was really sad to say. He was still young - not as young as you maybe - and his life felt bland. He didn't sleep with his wife anymore - more ways than one. He couldn't remember the last time he did anything that made him feel spontaneous such as this - and that was terrible.
You're cumming, Namjoon notes. Your breathing hitches and your hips are buckling. The moans that releases from your lips are so heavenly that Namjoon doesn/t care that his fingers are soaked.
It takes you a few minutes to calm down, but when you do, you scoot yourself from the desk. Namjoon doesn't look at you - the awkwardness kicking in. He wipes his fingers with a few discarded napkins on his desk. You lift yourself from his desk and fix your skirt.
"Y/N," Namjoon calls, eyes looking your way now. "Don't-"
"I know, Namjoon-ssi." you giggle, waving at him. You open the door to his classroom and walk out. "I won't say a thing. It'll be our little secret."
Your footsteps down the hall makes his gut feeling intense. He wasn't going to tell her to keep the secret - something that should've came from his mouth. He was going to plead for her not to go.
Namjoon stayed home the next week, taking up his sick day vacation. He made sure to email all his students their assignments and state that he would be working from home. Jungkook has come to visit him a few times, each time questioning if he was truly sick. Namjoon appeared conflicted, not sick. But it wasn't his business to go any further into Namjoon's life.
Once the week was up, Namjoon returned to the University. He was greeted by a few teachers who asked if he was alright. Some of his students asked the same thing and it made him feel welcomed. Months ago when he first started teacher as a young professor, he was afraid that the students wouldn't click with him, but he was proud to admit they had.
Namjoon stalks the halls to his classroom, not before finding you a few feet down speaking with a few of his students. He stops, his eyes narrowing at you. You turn to him, lifting a brow. "We need to speak of your assignments lately, Y/N-ah." he says before walking towards his classroom. Internally, you're beaming with hysteria but you compose yourself in front of your friends - more acquaintances than anything.
Namjoon lays his brief case upon his desk and hums lowly to himself. He was a scholar, yes. But he still had his own needs. It haunts him day and night and he knows he cannot get rid of these thoughts unless he goes along with them.
The day is slow - painfully slow than any other day since he started. Maybe because he was waiting for you at the end of it. His mind wonders if you're waiting for him just as he was for you.
At his final class ends and the students pile out, Namjoon shuts his door. He's unaware if you're on him first, or if he was on you. His lips find your neck, soft and inviting. You smelt heavenly. You grip his hair lightly and release a few gasps when he sits down, flunging you on top of him. He's gripping your thighs - you wore jeans today, weirdly - and your hands are roaming his torso.
EVerything about this excited Namjoon to his core. He could feel you pressed against him so heavenly. He knew this was wrong and it had to be stopped - but he brought you here for a purpose afterall.
"We can go back to your place." you murmur when you release your lips from his.
Namjoon shudders. "I-I can't." she shakes his head. He could if he wanted to. Via was at work and Jungkook never came unannounced.
"Please, Namjoon-ssi." you whispered, lips on his cheeks. "We'll never get privacy unless we go elsewhere. I know you have your own home." her fingers are playing with his tie.
Namjoon kisses you. Possibly this was his way of denying you, his hopes for you to not ask him again. But you do nothing but rub against him, a throaty groan releasing. You had no intentions of stopping yourself - not until he gave you what you wanted. And you wanted him - all of him. Whatever he was willing to give you.
Namjoon releases a breath. "She won't be home this weekend." he sighs in defeat, the feeling of you rubbing against him started to play with his mind.
Maybe it was the temptation of being with you. His desire catapults whenever you're around him. As soon as Namjoon returns home, he's planning on ways to get Via to not come home. It was easier said than done, of course. Via always came home at night even if the two of them barely spoke. His mind can only think of one thing - and that's a getaway Via has been hinting she wanted to go on. The only issue was - it was with him. And he couldn't get his release with you if he went on a weekend getaway with his wife.
"Joonie." Via smiles as she enters the sitting room where Namjoon scrolls through his phone. "Are you alright?"
"Yes." he nods, a nervous smile on his lips. "I was thinking about that trip you wanted to take. To Seoul."
Via's interest peaks. She stands above her fiance and tilts her head.
"I wouldn't be able to go." Namjoon frowns. "I have a meeting this weekend at the University. It's mandatory."
"Then why don't we go next weekend?" Via suggests the obvious.
"I...I just want you to relax and unwind." Namjoon says lowly. He leans his head back onto the couch. "You're always stressed and bringing your work home with you. I want you to have that spa day you deserve." Namjoon gives her a dimpled smile. "I hope you aren't upset but...I already paid for it."
"Joonie!" Via gasps, but Namjoon can see her excitement.
It makes him feel like an asshole when she wraps her arms around him tightly, and he returns the favor. Even when he is watching her as she drives down the driveway of their home, a short wave. His mind is telling him to think about what his body wants to do. For hours he thought about what the right thing to do was - and it wasn't this. Having an affair with a student of his that he had a deeper connection with because of her brother. He couldn't think of his friend without thinking of his sister, and that was the problem.
His relationship with Yoongi was slowly going to die down - on his side especially. He hadn't spoken to the man in weeks and that was because he couldn't without his own mind telling him he was a bad friend. A bad husband - and a bad Scholar.
Namjoon spoke to you the same day Via leaves. He was unsure how you got his number because he never gave it to you nor did he ever call or text you. He got rid of the number you left on his desk months ago. He doesn't respond to the messages you send, his heart telling him that he shouldn't be doing this - not to poor Via who was nothing but a good fiance and soon to be wife.
But as Namjoon opens the texts you send, now pictures and short videos. You wore lingerie, red at that. The red against your skin makes the color vibrant and he's ashamed to be salivating at the smoothness your skin appears. The way your breasts cup the bra, as if it was ready to burst any moment makes him give you the address you had asked him for hours prior.
But, he was nothing but nerves when he heard a few knocks on his door. He gulps, palm sweaty. He opens the doors to see you, eyes watching his intently. He moves aside and allows you to come in. He closes the door before his neighbors find it suspicious. He turns to you, finding the shorts you wore too tight against your skin. The shirt you wore was tied in the front, revealing your belly button that for some odd reason, fascinates him. Was he a creep? Maybe.
"I think we should stop." Namjoon speaks. "I'm about to be married and-"
"Did that stop you from fingering me in your classroom?" you interrupt. Your eyes dance around the modern style home. "Is this your wife?" you ask loudly. The picture hanging on the far wall is of Namjoon and Via. It was an old picture of them at her graduation. Her curly hair is freshly cut shoulder length and a bright wide smile on her lips. Your eyes scan the picture before nodding. "Did it stop you from cumming down my throat?"
You vacate your stance in front of the picture of him and his fiance and now you're sauntering towards him. Namjoon pushes away from you as if you were going to burn him. However, he couldn't escape you - not now. You're in his home afterall and there was nowhere to hide at this moment. You are smiling now, pushing your body against him. "I thought you wanted me, Namjoon-ssi?"
Namjoon is conflicted because, yes, he did want you. But his heart is screaming at him to stop this affair. He was going to ruin his life with one simple lustfilled act and disrespect his wife in the process.
When your arms wrap around his neck, he wants to fight you. But he can't. He melts into your arms and subconsciously leans into your touch. You jump up to wrap your legs around his waist and he catches you effortlessly. You let out a little giggle before kissing his lips. You weren't going to allow him to get away any longer - you've fought for his attention for years now. You break the kiss to breathe. "I know you feel something Namjoon." you murmur. This is the first time you addressed him informally.
"Y/N..." he cuts himself off. His hands on your thighs are gripping.
"Just one night." you state. "We'll do whatever we want with each other and then I'll let you live your life again."
Your plan was foolish. But so was he. He couldn't get his mind off of you after his first day as your professor. It was clouding his every being and he desired nothing more than to be with you.
Namjoon thinks of the vows he would say to Via upon their marriage. He ponders if he would cry when he saw her in the dress. They've been engaged for years now and sometimes he wonders if they'll ever be wed. Via was so busy with work that the one moment she wasn't, he ships her off to Seoul for a Spa weekend while he remains home for an affair.
Did Via ever cheat on him? Was she unfaithful - even if it didn't go as far as sex? He ponders if you ever looked at your male co-workers and thought of them as more than that. You had assistants that were males every once in a while - were you unfaithful with them?
No, this was Via. She was a wonderful soul that put others before herself. She was loyal - unlike him. She had control of herself. She had standards. She busied herself in her studies and work - and it paid off. She was the highest paid attorney in the city while he was a professor at the University allowing students to get to him.
Now, he laid on his bed between your legs, tongue ravishing your clit as you moaned and tugged on his hair. You were sweet and savory - he was hungry for more. He couldn't get enough of your moans. His fingers dug into you at a satisfying pace and he wanted to taste your cum. The months of him using his palm to get off were over now - and he was ready to fuck into you.
Namjoon lifts himself up just as you were about to cum. He slaps your thigh. It was as if he was a different person - not the clumsy professor that was utterly awkward in class. Namjoon removes his shirt, bringing his lips to yours. The taste of your wetness against your lips makes you moan out for more. You never wanted a man more than you wanted Kim Namjoon. Your hands roamed around his body, feeling the way his bare muscles flex at your soft touch.
You swallow. You wanted him in your mouth now, and when you try to touch his cock he jerks away. Your eyes flutter open, pouting at a frowning Namjoon. He lifts himself up, releasing his cock from the painfully tight briefs he wore and you lick your lips. The tip of his cock had pre-cum dripping from it and your desires to taste the salty cum down your throat once more intensifies.
"Turn around." Namjoon demands, his voice deep and eyes dark. You waste no time in doing as you're told, lifting your ass in the air for him. Namjoon hisses. He grabs the condom on his dresser - recently bought the day prior - and rips it open. He places the condom onto his cock and releases a sigh. There was no going back now. He was going to fuck you in the bed he shared with his wife.
Namjoon enters you. A sharp hiss releases from his throat when he feels your walls clench around him. He thrusts slowly, eyes rolling in the back of his head. He hasn't felt anything like this in months. Your wetness surrounding him surprises him. The condom was on still, he's checked, but the tightness and warmth appears as if he wasn't wearing one.
Namjoon quicken his pace. His nails dig into your hips and at your moans, he doesn't hesitate to buckle his hips roughly into you. The lack of sex makes him want to never stop. The sound of skin slapping is heard throughout the room - the once quiet room he lays in every night.
Via was once a sexual person and they had sex almost every night. As work piled up, she lost the satisfaction of wanting to and would rather sleep. He didn't blame her - he never did.
You clench around Namjoon, grunts releasing themselves from your lips. You feel is palms smack against your ass sharply and at that you scream. You've never been fucked this good before. But Namjoon was a man - a more experienced man. He was much older than you and the boys you've been with. He had years to perfect his craft.
Namjoon's hand tangled into your hair, yanking you back as he pounds into you. Your neck aches, but it's nothing you're not willing to deal with if it mean he was going to fuck into you.
"I've wanted you for so long." you admit, your eyes are trying their hardest to stay open. "Your cock is so much better than I've ever expected."
Namjoon grunts. Your words make him want to never stop fucking you. When did your desire for him grow? He doesn't want to think of you as a little girl wanting him. Maybe in High School? After High School?
Namjoon doesn't want to cum yet. He flips you back onto your back, lifting your legs to your shoulders. The sight of your fucked out expression, wet pussy and bouncing breast is what's going to make him cum. You were beautiful - you always were. He watches his cock slip in and out of you effortlessly - you were wet and dripping all over the sheets.
"You're slutty." Namjoon's voice reaches your ears. His thumb rubs your wet clit as he fucks you. "This is what you've wanted, huh? To be fucked by me?"
You're nodding your head, pussy clenching around him. You were going to cum soon if he kept rubbing your clit. But Namjoon knows this, and he doesn't stop. He continues assaulting your clit, teeth biting his bottom lip. His free hand wraps around your neck. You're caught off guard, but you don't fight him. Instead, you wrap a smaller hand around his wrist as your high reaches you. You buckle your hips and soon you're cumming.
Namjoon marvels at you squirming before him, your wetness shooting out to hit him in his abdomen. He groans and fucks into you deeper. He was going to cum and second now.
Namjoon releases himself from you and removes the condom. He's unsure as to why, but he hovers above your face and cums on your face. The cum dripping down your cheeks onto your breast and into your open mouth was a sight. He wishes he could capture a moment like this - but his memory would have to do.
Namjoon can't recall the last time he had so much sex. The weekend goes by and he can't get his hands off of you - and vice versa. After a short nap, Namjoon wakes with you bouncing on top of him, feet on both sides of him to hold your balance. No room or area was safe from the two of you. He fucks you more on his bed, then brings you out towards th hallway - his hanging dipolma dropping onto the floor when he pushes you against the wall to fuck into you deeper.
When it was time to shower, the sight of your naked body wet was enough to fuck you for an hour inside - cramped and all. The couch was amazing for him to sit and watch your tits bounce as you ride him. His tongue swirls your nipples as you do so, the roundness of your breast and the perkiness of your nipples was inviting. He never wanted to stop.
Namjoon laid you upon the kitchen island and eats you out hungrily. His head is bobbing back and forth, one hand holding your thigh and the other squeezing your breast. He proceeds to fuck you on the same island, the sound of your moans egging him on. He has since ran out of condoms - but that didn't bother him. Each time he was ready to cum, he would pull out and cum on whatever body part he desired. Each time you allowed him to.
Now, the two of you sit quietly at the breakfast table. You're naked and the only think Namjoon has on is boxer briefs. He wasn't a cook so all he could manage to give you was cereal - as embarrassing as it was. You eat it happily, however, and don't mind.
Namjoon's minds wander to you and him. Of course, this couldn't happen again, no matter how much he enjoyed it. But, his mind lingers on one question in particular. "Why me?"
"Huh?" you ask, slurping up the rest of your milk.
"You said you were waiting so long. Why me?" Namjoon asks. His eyes scans your reaction.
"I've had a crush on you for years now." you admit. You put the empty bowl down and glance away. "But you were Yoongi's friend and I wasn't allowed to date until I was 18."
Namjoon's heart thumps at the mention of Yoongi's name. He feels disappointed in himself. He feels as though he has taken advantage of you.
"And I know you'd never return my feelings." your voice makes Namjoon want to punch himself. "But I'm willing to have you in whatever way."
Namjoon is taken aback. "W-What do you mean?" he questions. "You shouldn't settle for me."
You frown, your bottom lip pushing out in a childish pout.
"You deserve someone who could love you. Not a man who has an affair with their friend's sister who's also my student." Namjoon snickers at himself bitterly. He knows now that he did take advantage of your crush on him, and he feels horrible about doing so. "I can be here for you no more than a Professor. And a friend, as well. I've known you prior to you being my student."
You nod. This was his way of turning you down, you know this. But in a way he was right.
A loud knocks sounds on the door. Your heart is pumping, your arms are automatically going to cover naked body. Namjoon lifts himself up. "Go upstairs." he quickly demands. He's thankful that he shut the windows the day you came.
Namjoon walks towards the front door in high alert. He peaks out the peak hole and his blood runs cold.
"W-Who is it?" you murmur beind him like a deer caught in head lights.
"Go upstairs, Y/N. Now!" Namjoon hisses. He knew the familiar SUV parked outside. "It's Yoongi."
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W.I.P Snippets (1) A Fall From Grace (Masterlist) Mommy Issues (Installments) Alternate Universe (Masterlist)
Study Partner: An alternate world in which the elites rule the world and have everything at their fingertips. At a top elite college, “Study Partners” - the most desirable sexual partners around the world - are assigned to the top 10% of students with the highest grades. W.I.P
Plaything: (Idol!Bts) Your first year in South Korea was amazing. You got to live out your dream of being an English teacher at a private Academy. You’ve attended concerts from your favorite musicians and even acquainted yourself with new friends. But, no good life last forever and now you find yourself jobless, homeless and living out of cheap motels. You’ve reached your last resort- becoming an Idol playmate. W.I.P
The Feeling of Being Stared At: You and your friends are targets of a masked killer who terrorizes each of you before they make their move on massacring. Your instincts tell you that the call is coming from inside the home, and maybe the killer is closer than you think. W.I.P
Public Enemy (Part 6/7): (Mafia! Doctor! Seokjin) You’re a young doctor - an intern fresh out of medical school - and begin your career at the best Hospital in South Korea. You would’ve been swimming in student loan debt if it wasn’t for your boyfriend of 1 year, Shin, paying it off in full. You were shocked at the action and questioned where such money came from. You got you answer when your boyfriend himself comes rushing through the hospital doors with a bullet through him. completed
Gluttony; over-indulgence and over-consumption of food, drink, or wealth items, particularly as status symbols. Upper level demon Seokjin - known as the deadly sin of Gluttony - follows alongside Namjoon as they both influence a prideful and gluttonous ruler. (Part 4 to A Fall From Grace) completed
Agent of Chaos: You’re unsure how long you’ve been an Angel for - centuries probably. You grew tired of the holier than thou attitude of your fellow Angels and decide you were ready to sin. What better place than to go than Hell to do so? W.I.P
Public Enemy (Part 7 of 7): (Mafia! Yoongi) Your elder sister was not one to disappear. After quitting her job she fought and worked hard for years in, you knew something was wrong - even when everyone insisted there wasn’t foul play involved. So, you go on your own investigation to find the truth of what just happened to your elder sister. completed
Deceived: Your life was perfect - you had an amazing husband, a beautiful daughter and neither of you wanted for anything. Your world flips upside down once your husband comes to you fuming claiming the daughter he has come to love isn't his - paternity test in hand. W.I.P
Ecstasy: You were pregnant by 19, married by 20 and divorced by 25. You weren't focused on dating, especially when you had a 7 year old. However, you weren't against it. Just when you were about to dip your toes in dating, your ex-husband returns and he's less than happy to hear about you 'attempting' to date. W.I.P
Contagious: An alternate world in which at the age of 25, your true soulmate is revealed. Some choose to defy the soulmate tie - but you refuse; especially when it’s revealed to be your sisters boyfriend. completed
Public Enemy (Part 5/7): (Mafia! Hoseok) You wonder where Hoseok goes off to when his work phone calls at all times of the day and night. It’s a bother - especially when the two of you are on a date. You suspect he’s cheating on you and decide one night to follow him and witness just where he scurries of to. completed
Bound: Jimin has tried everything in his power for you - one of his closest friends - to get laid. He realizes that your kinks don't match with just any man besides one; another friend of his - Jung Hoseok. You've met Hoseok many times and don't think your masochism can be satiated by someone as bright and sunny as him. completed
Wrath: Wrath; extreme anger. Upper-level demon Hoseok - known as the deadly sin of Wrath - wrecks chaos on Earth when a woman scorn goes on a frenzy of revenge against those who wronged her family. (Part 3 to A Fall From Grace) completed
Agent of Chaos (Part 1): You’re unsure how long you’ve been an Angel for - centuries probably. You grew tired of the holier than thou attitude of your fellow Angels and decide you were ready to sin. What better place than to go than Hell to do so? completed
Love You (Just A Little Too Much): Your group of friends preform a yearly dare that has been a tradition in the friend group since your childhood. Your senior year, you're given a dare to seduce and break the heart of a classmate who has a crush on you - Jung Hoseok. Years later, you're sure that he's come back for his revenge for breaking his heart when your friends suddenly turn up murdered. W.I.P
Public Enemy (Part 3/7): (Mafia! Detective! Namjoon) Your life was going great. You’ve been promoted from police officer to detective - something you’ve worked hard for. Your first case was to solve a murder of a local drug dealer brought to the hospital who you suspect foul play from. completed
Forbidden Fruit - Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that has all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you being far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best. completed
Cruel Intentions: Organized Crime - Namjoon finds you captivating - but for the sake of his pride, ego and heart, he sure as hell hopes you are who you say you are. However, you aren't a foreigner coming from the States to Korea as a stripper - you're an Undercover detective coming to take down multiple Mafia families in Korea; Bangtan being your top priority. (Set around 9 years before Cruel Intentions) completed
Pride: Pride; a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one's own achievements. Upper level demon Namjoon - known as the deadly sin of Pride - returns to Earth 50 years after his demonic counterparts to wreck havoc on a new generation of sinners. (Part 4 to A Fall From Grace) completed
One Time Thing: Namjoon was the whole package - tall, dark hair with an amazing physique. Let's not forget the personality and the intelligence that was an added bonus. Too bad he was your friend's boyfriend - even if he did appear a little too infatuated with you. completed
Public Enemy (Part 2/7): (Mafia!Jimin) After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and you’re threatened expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasn’t your first option, however, now it may be your only one. completed
Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You’re his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would’ve never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed
Lust: Lust; an extremely strong sexual desire for someone. Upper Level demon Jimin - known as the deadly sin of Lust - is on a mission to drag a certain promiscuous woman down to hell with him. (Part 1 to A Fall from Grace) completed
Creep: Park Jimin had it all. He was loved throughout the world as an idol apart of one of the biggest groups. He had the popularity, respect and adoration - and a few haters; but what idol didn’t? What Park Jimin wasn’t expecting for was infamous blogger, Creep, to be reporting on him. W.I.P
Glory and Gore: The point of blind dates is to not know who you're meeting prior to the date. You were set up with Jimin by a mutual friend. Sadly, for Jimin, he didn't know you were a serial killer who killed your victims after fucking their brains out. Sadly, for you, you didn't know Jimin was a vampire and wouldn't be killed easily. completed
Seduction: You were sick of Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook - the local fuckboys at your University. These men knew they could have any women with a snap of their fingers - all except you. This is how you find yourself attempting to seduce all three men in order to crush their hearts like they've done to the women before you. W.I.P
Public Enemy (Part 4/7): (Mafia!Hitman! Taehyung) You’ve been with your boyfriend, Shin, for 3 years. The relationship wasn’t perfect and the two of you butted heads often which resulted in him buying whatever designer items to get back in your good graces. For the last few months, you begin to notice a slip in his character and question just what he does when he isn’t with you. completed
Insatiable: ( Part 1) (Part 2) You noticed your Junior Year of High School that Kim Taehyung, Senior, didn’t like you. It didn’t get too far, however, just verbal “teasing” and taunts. But, now that you were a sophomore in University he decided he had enough. Maybe he was a changed man - or maybe because he saw that tight skirt you wore with those lace panties peaking through. completed
Envy: Envy; a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck. Upper level demon Taehyung - known as the deadly sin of Envy - makes his way up to Earth in time to witness what those who are envious are willing to achieve. (Part 2 to A Fall From Grace) completed
Unusual Suspects: You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure. completed
Two Sentence Horror Story: you ran up to the first person you saw - a man inside his car whose tires screeched upon you jumping in front of it - and screamed how you were kidnapped and blindfolded. completed
Seduction: You were sick of Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook - the local fuckboys at your University. These men knew they could have any women with a snap of their fingers - all except you. This is how you find yourself attempting to seduce all three men in order to crush their hearts like they've done to the women before you. W.I.P
Sweet Serial Killer: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison. (Part 1 to Lethal Lovers) completed
Lethal Lovers: After finding out Jungkook is Yeonma, the vigilante serial killer that has the nation in a chokehold, he offers you a deal you refuse to turn down. (Part 2 to Sweet Serial Killer) completed
Public Enemy (Part 1/7): (Mafia!Jungkook) You don’t ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High School sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea. completed
Cult: You've grown reclusive and naive to the world - your mother has sheltered you throughout your life. That was until you've grown of age and desire to see said world for what it was - through the eyes of 7 men - 1 in particular - who all claimed to be Gods of a new world. W.I.P
Insatiable: (Part 1) (Part 2): One thing for sure, Taehyung compelled you. You couldn't not think about him after your night in the woods. However, you also couldn't keep your mind off of your best friend, Jungkook, who gives you every reason not to. completed
Cruel Intentions: (Mafia!Yandere! Jungkook) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Finale) You adored your eldest brother - you truly did. Before his addiction got the best of him, he was amazing at caring for you and your other siblings. Now, however, it was your turn to care for him without the help of your siblings who long abandoned him, advising you to do the same. Once your brother manages to get himself imprisoned, you realize just how much trouble he got himself into. Once your family is threatened, you offer to pay off the debts your brother owes with the one thing any powerful man couldn't resist - your virginity. completed
Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You’re his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would’ve never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed
Greed: Greed; intense and selfish desire for something. Upper level demon Jungkook - known as the deadly sin of Greed, joins Hoseok in his pursuit of a woman’s intense and selfish desire for something scorned gone greedy with power. (Part 3 to A Fall From Grace) completed
Seduction: You were sick of Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin & Kim Taehyung - the local fuckboys at your University. These men knew they could have any women with a snap of their fingers - all except you. This is how you find yourself attempting to seduce all three men in order to crush their hearts like they've done to the women before you. W.I.P
Slave 19990319: In the intergalatic slave trade, the human race are hastily becoming the slave - or pet - of choice. When you were a child, you were given to a young Jungkook - a prince from another planet - as a pet and grown alongside one another. completed
Concubine 19990319: The King doesn't approve of Jungkook's relationship with you - a human pet - and agrees to arrange a marriage with the Princess of a neighboring planet, Planet Amare. Soon you're considered nothing but the Princes Concubine. Desperate times call for desperate measures and you refuse to let Jungkook be taken away from you. completed
Power & Control: After word of your pregnancy spreads throughout the intergalactic universe, enemies of Planet Ivictus threaten to harm you. W.I.P (Part 3 to Slave 19990319)
One Way or Another: (Part 1) (Finale) You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years.
Mommy Issues: Your student is a little more convincing than he should be. (Mommy Issues Part 1) completed
Homewrecker: If Jungkook couldn't be happy with you, why should your husband be? (Mommy Issues Part 2) completed
Cruel World: It's sad your brother wasted all this time getting into college just to be expelled. completed (Mommy Issues Part 3)
Sad Girl: Jungkook may be away, but he'll forever be with you. completed (Mommy Issues Part 4)
Freak: Jungkook finds a way back into your world - and you let him. completed (Mommy Issues Part 5)
Whore: When you're lonely, Jungkook is always there. completed (Mommy Issues Part 6)
Burning Desire: You allow Jungkook back into your life - fully. completed (Mommy Issues Part 7)
Pity Party: When all things fail, and everyone leaves you - you're left with no one but Jungkook. completed (Mommy Issues Part 8)
alternatively, jungkook gifts you a watch and you repay him with something of his choice.
[ 99% smut but of course there’s still plot, oc is the one who’s a little mean this time, 478jk asks to be choked, he says the word mommy one (1) time, they r so in love it’s almost annoying ]
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Jungkook’s your cheerleader.
He does what’s given to him with grace and giddiness, sometimes going so far as to do things without actually being asked to. He’s been planning your celebratory party ever since it came out that you were nominated for the Daesang for your role in your latest drama. Without fail, Jungkook’s been praying for your win everyday since then, even if he wasn’t the type to.
Was he completely ambitious (he calls it a feat of manifesting) to start planning your celebratory party even before the award ceremony itself happened? Completely. But was it a far shot for you to win the grand prize? Absolutely not, Jungkook argues. You’ve peeked over his shoulder a week before the ceremony and scolded him for being presumptuous that you’d automatically win, but he only turned the tables and scolded you for being too hard on yourself.
You won last night, and everything felt like a fever dream; from the way you’ve bested all of the veterans you went up against, to the whole public roaring in cheers, to you crying to your palms and Jungkook sobbing even harder than you did. You won the Daesang just last night, and after weeks of preparation and second-guessing himself, your husband throws you a party larger than life tonight.
To be completely loved by everyone in attendance made you feel extremely warm and grateful, the whole night revolving around you just like how Jungkook planned it to be.
“That’s my wife for you!” Jungkook must’ve uttered atleast a thousand times tonight, because as much as he wanted to be glued to your side the whole time, he can’t complain because seeing you getting whisked at every direction with praise had put a permanent grin on your face.
Your husband’s social battery conveniently runs out when the last of your guests leave, unable to recall a time that he’d been more eager for people to stop complimenting the foyer on the way out. He finally breathes a sigh of relief now that the two of you are alone, immediately untucking his polo and undoing the first few buttons of it.
“Finally-…”
“Isn’t it so crazy how we’re still so hyper?” you blurt out at the same time as him, making him blink because he doesn’t exactly know what we were you referring to. He’s not sleepy but it’s clear how you’re the one who’s more energetic between the two of you. “Are you hungry? Do you want takeout? Wait, what if we cook? I think-…”
Jungkook tunes you out, not out of irritation, but out of clear realization that he’s forgotten to give you his present. He finds you adorable when you’re droning either out of sheer excitement or fatigue, but in this light where you’re hit just perfectly in front of him, hands on your waist and silhouette illuminated, Jungkook blanks out.
For a lack of a better method to catch your attention, Jungkook tugs you down to his lap, his abruptness almost making you stumble with your high heels. He doesn’t even look the least bit sorry; in fact, he looks a little nervous.
“Bought you a watch,” Jungkook mumbles, spawning a box from right behind the couch when you weren’t looking. It was the only hiding spot he could think of this morning, albeit a risky one to think there were hundreds of people that have piled in and out of your house tonight.
You’re a little bit perplexed, both from the whiplash and how Jungkook hid it (you’re nosy and it’s physically impossible for him to hide a large Rolex box in his pocket… right?), but you move on as soon as your eyes land on your husband.
He actually looks nervous, his eyes practically glistening when they look up at you with more trepidation the longer that you don’t open his gift.
“Kook, you didn’t have to,” you start, the smile that forms in your face widening when you finally open the package. It’s the Lady-Datejust that stares right back at you, the white gold casing and the pale pink watch face reflecting your awed expression. It’s the same watch that Jungkook stumbled upon in your old Pinterest board before, dating back to the year where you started taking your acting workshops and wanted to take note of all the things you wanted to buy when you make it big.
You did make it big, yet truth be told, you’ve almost entirely forgotten of the things you used to dream of. Your old to-buy lists and manifestation boards come back right to your head with Jungkook’s gift, the memory and sentiment he has for these sorts of things– for you— making you reel back.
“It’s so pretty,” you speak at last, making your husband sigh a breath of relief because he thought you completely hated his gift. You take the timepiece out carefully, looking at Jungkook playfully as you do. “Is this why my debit card was missing the other day?”
Instantly, Jungkook rolls his eyes and shifts suddenly, joking to drop you from his lap as if he’d ever let it happen. He rests his chin on your shoulder as you wear the watch, his large hands running up and down your bare legs.
“Bought it with my own money, silly,” he answers, voice lilting when he presses a kiss to your shoulder. He noses the curve of it up until he reaches your earlobe, the low giggle that erupts from him in faux arrogance making you shudder. “The couch we’re sitting on? My money too.”
“Your money,” you snort suddenly, the mischievous upturn of your lips making him raise his brows in provocation. He’s a little tipsy and with just the tiniest bit of alcohol in him, Jungkook’s filter is nowhere to be found. He makes it known that he’s entirely amused, even when you’re poking fun at him. “From where, baby?”
You already know where Jungkook could’ve possibly gotten the funds to buy you a luxury watch, especially since he worked for a large firm after college and was thrifty (maybe too much, even), but you wouldn’t be surprised if he does surprise you with a different answer entirely.
It just happens that you love playing with Jungkook as much as he loves riding along.
Jungkook chuckles again, squeezing your arms with his hands. He figures that you have goosebumps because the airconditioner you have on works extremely well so he keeps touching you, but unbeknownst to him, its his ministrations in the first place that are making you shudder.
“Well against my dignity, I became Jimin’s virtual assistant. Did the bookkeeping for like, decades worth of records.”
“My Jimin?” you ask in surprise, voice pitching because as much as you expected Jungkook to surprise you, you didn’t think it was to this extent.
He’s unfazed by your reaction for the most part because after all, he did confess to working with your manager behind your back, but what Jungkook really takes offense to is the way you word your shock.
Your husband flicks your forehead as gently yet as pettily as he could, the roll of his eyes coming like clockwork. “What do you mean, my? He’s just your manager.”
You laugh at the brief childish display, not being any better, when you gently pull on his hair. You’re occupied with getting back at him that you don’t notice the hitch in Jungkook’s breath; how his eyes close briefly in bliss.
“Right. Sorry, accounting nerd.”
“This nerd got you a couch and a watch.”
The hum that leaves you is playful in good nature, and if Jungkook didn’t want to ravage you alive at the moment, he would’ve cackled. “That’s cute. I got us a house.”
“Mhmm, yeah you did. Pretty house,” he instantly agrees, closing his arms around your waist before he leans back on the baby blue floor couch and takes you with him. “It’s like you’re my sugar mommy, but we’re in love and we’re married and we’re not only fucking.”
“Greatly put, Kook,” you chuckle, the new position you have making the hiccups of your chest from your laughs reverberate right through Jungkook’s.
He’s still amused with you, the glassy look on his eyes evident not just from the liquor and the banter, but from the pure need in his chest. He zeroes in on your face when you look back at him, the intensity in his stare shutting your laughs up effectively.
He looks you over like it’s the first time he’s ever did this night, the desire in his eyes trumping everyone else’s who had looked at you in wholehearted yearning and jealousy — he figures that everyone knows and should know that you’re taken by him.
Jungkook traces you from your high heels, to your stunning legs, to your pretty face, and finally, to your wrist that bears his gift.
“Thank you for the pretty watch,” you mumble, lost in the way Jungkook’s drinking in your appearance.
“You’re welcome. It’s pretty, isn’t it?” he hums, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. Jungkook’s speaking an afterthought, one that’s the only thing that’s been plaguing his mind recently. “Maybe you should choke me with it on.”
The skip that your heart makes isn’t out of fear, but instead, it’s out of excitement. Your sex life with Jungkook is the furthest thing from boring, of course — it’s just that this is the first time he’s ever pitched the idea to you and you want to kick yourself for not thinking of it sooner.
Against the popular misconception of your closest friends (and even non-close, prying people invested in your life too), it’s actually Jungkook who follows your lead. It’s proven by how he clung to you even from a distance during your break, to how he waits for you to come home from work and adjusts to your schedule, to how he craves your validation, and now, to how he wants you to choke him while wearing his gift on your wrist.
“Yeah? That’s what been in your mind all night?” you lick your lips, the drag of your teeth against them assuring you that this is actually happening and it’s not just a lust-crazed dream.
Jungkook’s mind cannot be any more present than now, the nod that he gives you highlighting his desperation. “Heels too, please,” he mumbles, chest starting to rise rapidly in anticipation.
You squint at the volume he regards you at, the way you tower over him as he’s sitting on the couch making him violently shudder. “What’s that? Don’t mumble if you want something, Jungkook.”
Jungkook snaps out of pent-up neediness, the roll of his eyes unmistakeable. “I said, keep your watch and heels on when you fuck me.” He blinks slowly the more that you keep your face straight at him, realizing his mistake belatedly so he rectifies his request sheepishly. “Please.”
“Could’ve said that without the attitude.”
“My fault,” he tests you purposely, knowing that you hate it when he doesn’t say sorry in verbatim. It’s a way of getting to you and on your nerves that he’s mastered. “You should choke me as punishment.”
As much as you try to feign indifference, an amused smile keeps trying to break out of your lips when Jungkook utilizes your moment of silence to scamper out of his clothes quickly, getting out of them in record time. The temperature the room is in should technically make him shiver, and yet the cold doesn’t get to Jungkook at all when his skin’s already hot just by thinking of you getting your way with him.
He has both arms leaned against the cushions, deceivingly composed when everything that’s just running through his mind involves you left alone in your watch and your heels. You undress in front of him like you’re bored and just want to get it over with, and even if it’s merely a show of your pride, it oddly makes Jungkook want you even more.
“I’ll use you however I want,” you croon, testing the waters that Jungkook’s already drowning himself in. He feels woozy already, the manicured nails with the color he picked out scratching against his chest. You’re perched on his thighs and not on his cock and so he bucks up into nothing, the realization that he’s not the one calling the shots making him hiss.
“Y-you’re right. I’m sorry.”
Jungkook’s docile underneath you, prim and proper even when he’s hard. The tiny nudge you give his chin makes him immediately look up, eyes attentive and pleading.
“It’s okay, baby,” you give in, the gentleness of your tone almost making him forget that he’s not dying for you to ride him already. “Wanna be a good boy for me?”
The question barely manages to come out of your lips fully before Jungkook leaps to kiss you, sloppily and messily. He’s whimpering with his mouth open, brows furrowing in frustration when you take control but it’s just not enough until he fills you up.
He’s noisy now, even more vocal than before. You inch closer to fill the space in between the two of you, and even if you aren’t sitting on his cock just yet, your clit brushes against the underside of Jungkook’s cock and it automatically makes him arch, the choked-out groan that comes from your throat making him whine.
Your pussy throbs at the mere attention but you’re sure that neither of you are gonna last either way, making the most out of the little room Jungkook has left before he cums.
“I know, I know,” you hush Jungkook when you finally line your dripping hole with his cock, the combination of the easy slip and his tip maxing out in your core making him see white. He clenches your hips so hard that you involuntarily squeeze around him, his eyes almost bulging out of its sockets.
“Too — you’re too perfect for me,” he wheezes out when you grind against him before bouncing down again, riding him like you mean it. You’re flush against him, tits against his chest and mouth painting hickeys on his neck like he couldn’t feel any more insane.
Jungkook makes the sweet mistake of looking away from where the two of you connect and onto the couch, seeing that you did keep your heels on and it makes him choke up over nothing. You pull away briefly from his neck just to see what his attention was on, and you realize that it’s one of the two things he asked you for.
“You’re making this too easy for me,” you huff, the roll of your eyes looking too genuine that your husband’s heart skips. He’s too preoccupied in his pleasure and the feeling of you that he momentarily forgot what he even asked of you in the first place until your hand comes up to his throat. Jungkook gutturally moans at your first, slow squeeze, eyes rolling back immediately.
Even if he hasn’t cummed yet, Jungkook looks completely unraveled beneath you, his moans and whimpers unlike any other. “Tighter. I-I can take it. I’m not gonna break,” he convinces you with his lips trembling, the nod that wracks his head making him even more dizzy.
Your grip on his neck momentarily loosens and Jungkook was just about to whine for more like the brat he is, but he stops in his tracks when he feels you gradually increase the pressure. “But what if I do wanna break you?”
“Gonna– gonna be the fucking death of me,” he whimpers, voice pitching out highly to the point it’s almost recognizable. The groan he releases next scratches the undeniable itch in your brain, setting goosebumps all over your bare skin because Jungkook’s possessed with pleasure. “I’ll let you. I want you to.”
His lips part open without you even saying a word, blinking up at you wordlessly and you take it as your cue to spit in his mouth. Jungkook whines because your hand temporarily betrays his neck to grip his chin in place and so he attempts to move it back himself, only to be swatted.
His eyes are blown-out with nothing but pleasure, snapping out of his daze when you go back to choking him. Jungkook plain-out mewls as your fervent bouncing on his cock transitions back to slow, deeper stroking against your walls.
Your hand presses down all the right points and Jungkook feels like he’ll go cross-eyed just looking at the watch on your wrist that glints, the slight tremble that’s starting to wrack his body making you realize that’s he’s close to cumming.
“Read the time,” you practically spit as you slowly go back to bouncing on his cock at an angle, the fit tight and obscene with how your walls squelch around him. He’s inside you so deep that you feel the tip of him brush against your cervix, each thrust being the equivalent of you coming closer to being undone.
Jungkook’s close to incomprehensible, his breathing all over the place. “W-what? The– t-the time?” he squints, the tears of pleasure in his eyes making it harder and harder to see.
You bite back a moan when your other hand descends to your clit, digging yourself a grave as you tease. “Read the time, Jungkook. Do it correctly.”
“B-but I can’t-…” he starts to blubber, able to look down on your watch when he cranes his neck down enough, but unable to read the time when he’s this teary and close to cumming.
“Stupid,” you huff, making him whimper. You forego rubbing your clit in favor of roughly pulling his hair back, making him look at you even with the tears in his eyes. “Told you I wanted you to be a good boy. Not a stupid one. Can’t– fuck— can’t even read the time, baby?”
Jungkook’s mouth dries the more that you harshly ride him with no reprieve, the whimpers coming out of him being too high that they barely make a sound anymore. “I-I feel so good that I c-can barely see.”
He shakes underneath you, cock starting to twitch uncontrollably as you rock your hips to a rhythm he can’t keep up with. It feels too good that it’s paining you, swallowing your moans instead by taking out your pleasure by choking Jungkook. “Read the time correctly and I’ll let you cum.”
He feels like bursting already but he wants to please you still, gathering every last bit of clarity in his head. “It’s — t-the time is-…” he stutters, chest rising up and down rapidly. “12:45. It’s — shit! It’s 12:45 i-in the morning.”
You hum, finding the newfound energy to tease him before you see yourself ultimately crashing in the next few seconds. “I don’t know, Kook. You’re off by a few minutes.”
Jungkook’s so frustrated that he can tear his hair out, a new wave of tears running down his cheeks as he repeatedly chants under his breath. He’s begging and pleading and whining underneath you, lip jutting out in an insistent pout. “Y/N, m-mommy, please.”
“What did you say?” your jaw snaps, the breath in your throat hitching that it makes your hand loosen up slightly on his own. Jungkook’s insistent for your hand to remain though, shaky hands darting up to keep the pressure there. “Where’d that come from, baby?”
“Huh? What did?” he mumbles, so blissed out and lost in pleasure, he feels drunk and sleepy at the same time.
You finally take mercy when the knot in your stomach starts to unravel out of control, breathless when you take the last step to tighten your hold on his throat. “You think 12:45’s a good time for you to cum, baby?”
“It’s perfect,” Jungkook manages to get out, his vision turning white now that all it takes is one final roll of your hips before he cums inside you.
“Let go, baby, hm? Don’t stop cumming until I tell you to.”
Jungkook finally gets his release and his cum bursts in waves inside you, setting off your own orgasm. He shakes and cries continuously, whining as you slowly rock back and forth through your high as if you’re soothing him. He screws his eyes shut the moment that you grind against him, beyond sensitive to the point of no return. “Can’t — I c-can’t stop cumming! I-…”
You catch your breath as you cease your movements, feeling your husband tear it all out beneath you. “Just until the minute is up,” you assure him, your own vision hazy from how hard you came. “You can take it, crybaby.”
“I can, I can! I’ll be good,” Jungkook whispers, the very last few spurts of his cum draining everything from him. The two of you are completely fucked out, one more-so than the other.
You’re convinced that your husband has already succumbed to sleep if not for the small deep chuckle that escapes him, eyes glazed and slitted.
You don’t hold back this time, indulging Jungkook fully because this time, he says the right thing at the right time.
“If I get you a bracelet next, how far can that take me?”
⏤ genre: parent au, exes to lovers, ceo au, angst, fluff, and smut
⏤ rating: 18+
⏤ warnings: dilf!jungkook, tattooed!jungkook, swearing, mention of breakup, mention of jk being a fuckboy, broken hearts, nervousness, communication issues, mention of going through a dark period, oc wasn’t really nice, mention of sickness, mention of the hard side of parenthood, jk and oc are workalcoholics, the closure conversation, mention of sex, mention of death, mention of grief, mention of cheating, sexual tension, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, nipple play, pet names, penetrative sex, protected sex, rough sex, and creampie
⏤ words: 13,986
⏤ summary: meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time?
⏤ author’s note: wrong time is finally all yours! i actually can’t believe it’s finally posted after almost a year of work! but it also makes me incredibly happy to release it. the past year has been a crazy year and this fic is a reflection of all that. most of the things mentioned in the fic are things that i experienced so this makes wrong time even more special to my heart 💞 i really want to thank my nikki @xpeachesncream for her support, i know i couldn’t have done it without her! 💞 enjoy the fic & let me know what you thought of it!💞
Genre: smut, enemies to friends to lovers, whole lotta smut not gonna lie :)
Warning: smut, threesome, oral (m&f receiving) creampie, spit play, nipple play, possessive jungkook and taehyung, not gonna lie, very little plot lol, voyuerism, threeway kiss, drunk sex, shower sex,
Word Count: 7,195
Description: One thing for sure, Taehyung compelled you. You couldn't not think about him after your night in the woods. However, you also couldn't keep your mind off of your best friend, Jungkook, who gives you every reason not to.
"These ribs are good." Chaerin moans out in delight stuffing her mouth with more of the savory rib.
"That's my secret sauce." Jin smirks at Areum who does nothing but roll her eyes. They had previously argued about what to sauce the ribs with - Jin's secret Sauce or Areum's dry rub. Jin won rock paper scissors, much to Areum's annoyance.
The rest of the day takes off just as planned - you all go hiking, enjoying the views and scenary. You and Jungkook took many pictures along the way, most of them of you in front of whatever attraction. Some of them consisted of group photos, some of you and just Aream, Chaerin and Seo-Jun. They were peaceful memories you adored, even if it was repeatative yearly.
You all now gathered outside of the cabin, the sky darkening around you all. The flickering lights of the fire Yoongi made was enough to keep enough light for you to eat peacefully. Your eyes meet a familiar brown pair from across from you, your lips curled into a smile at Taehyung. He munches on his own rib, his eyes darting to you and Jungkook - who sat besides you - every few moments.
Taehyung ponders how Jungkook and you become so comfortable with the other. Maybe it was the fact that your mothers were friends before they had the two of you. Or the fact that you lost your virginity to him and vice versa to now becoming comfortable enough around the other that there was no boundaries.
Maybe this was why Taehyung has never seen you around another man (outside of the friend group). Having to witness your girlfriend be so close and touchy-feely with Jeon Jungkook - an attractive man who had tattoos and piercings and could possibly rival you in strength withoutt trying - would make him want to steer clear from you, as well.
You never had the need for a man, either, Taehyung notes. As he sits across and scans the way you eat off of Jungkooks plate (even if you had the same food as him) and he allowed it. To him feeding you with his chopsticks to you sharing drinks. You sat so close to him on the shared bench that he just knew you could hear him chewing.
You didn't have a need for a man because there sat Jungkook, willing to give you his food without thinking. He was willing to follow you when you told him to, or stay where he was at if that's what came from your mouth, as well. For years you annoyed him - when you would call during a gaming session and Jungkook would leave without a second thought. Or when you would come over unannounced while it was a guys night and soon, it became a guys and Y/N night. Or even when he watched Jungkook nearly strangle a guy at the mall for bumping into you without apologizing.
Taehyung frowns. In the end, there would always be you and Jungkook, without a doubt. "I'm going to bed." he states, grabbing his paper plate and plastic utensils. "I'm kinda tired."
"Tired? But you've barely drunk anything." Jimin states, his eyes on the full shot Taehyung babysat for a while now.
"You know we don't have the same tolerance as you." Hoseok rolls his eyes, a frown on his lips.
"Sounds like an excuse to me." Jungkook says, leaning against you, a smirk on his lips. When it came to you and Jungkook, no alcohol placed in front of you was left untouched.
Taehyung scoffs. "Drinking alcohol to fuck your friend sounds like an excuse to me."
The table grows quiet. Jin stops chewing, his eyes adverting back between Taehyung and Jungkook.
Namjoon's ears perk at Taehyungs words, the venom dripping from them not going unheard.
"Woah," Jimin coughs a bit before continuing. "He was just joking."
Jungkook remains silent, tongue in his cheek as he takes his eyes away from Taehyung. You are caught by the sudden tension caught between the three of you.
Taehyung glances at you then at Jungkook. "Good night." he murmurs and turns away to go to his room.
Yoongi snickers. He was no fool to the situation. He was a naturally quiet man - more of an observer than anything else. The look Taehyung gave the younger man was nothing else besides the look of jealousy. The cause of the jealousy would be no one other than you - with Jungkook's hands on you as he usually does while tipsy. The reason as to Taehyungs sudden jealous and interest was what confused him, but no one is every like that when a woman is involved unless he's had a taste of said woman.
"Well," Yoongi raises his shot glass filled with whiskey. "cheers." he says lazily, taking his shot.
You stayed back with the rest of the group, not speaking as much. Jungkook was the same way. He didn't drink much else, choosing water to sober up a bit - to no avail. Though Taehyung's word was probably out of irritation for him, he had to say it embarrassed him. Taehyung was the least to embarrass Jungkook when it came to his crush on you (that he often denied). Witnessing the change of events had him questioning his older friend and his sudden change in mood.
"Let's make out." you murmur, voice low enough for Jungkook to hear. The table was soon becoming clear, Seo-Jun and Chaerin already calling it a night. Yoongi and Jimin both sat drunk, rambling on and on about nothing in particular while Jin and Namjoon cleaned the rest of the area up. Hoseok had his head against the wooden table, eyes closed and groaning. He was never one to keep up.
"Let's get you to bed." Jungkook ignores your whines, grabbing your waist and hoisting you upwards. "You look a mess."
You huff, allowing Jungkook to drag you into the cabin and down the far hall to your room. He himself stumbled a bit, far too much for his liking, but he made it down the hall where your, his and Taehyung's room sat. Taehyung's door was slightly cracked, unbeknownst to the two of you. The room was dark, and he heard the way Jungkook and you stumbled towards the room across from his - yours. He could see directly into your room. He watches as Jungkook turns on the desk lamp, giving the room more light.
"Kookie." you say to him, pulling him close when he pushes you onto your bed. "Lay with me."
Jungkook chuckles, but shakes his head. "I can't. I know what you're trying to do."
Taehyung scoffs, his tipsy mind rolling his eyes. Of course, when you were intoxicated all you could think of was Jungkook. He began to think your drubk actions was what you desired while sober.
Taehyung sits on his bed, eyes watching as you pull your shirt over your head. He felt like a creep, really, but he couldn't get his eyes away. You wore a basic black bra that cupped your breast nicely. The hickeys upon your skin was an added touch.
"Do you want to change?" Jungkook slurs. Taehyung was unsure if he was fazed by your actions - because he was, across in his own respected room. But Jungkook was different than him, more stronger. He could survive your tricks against him - he has this long after these many years.
You shake your head. Your mind only knows that you're hot now and want to get out of these clothes. You remove the shorts you wore and throw them aside. You lay down on the bed in a huff. "Lay with me."
Jungkook stumbles closer to you. "I can only until you fall asleep." Taehyung hears him say, but Jungkook doesn't move to lay down. "Are you ever going to tell me who did that to you?" Jungkooks fingertips touches your breast, circling the bruised fless.
You lick your lips. "It's a secret." you whisper to him. It wasn't a low whisper, but maybe your intoxicated mind thought it was.
"We don't keep secrets." Jungkook tilts his head. "We never did. Why start now?"
"Because," you eyes glance behind Jungkook into Taehyung's room. He's startled, swearing you saw him behind the shadows watching you. "it doesn't matter now, Kookie." you let out a yawn but sit up. Your head tilts to the side, still glancing over to Taehyung's room. "Can I ask you for something, Kookie?"
Jungkook nods. "Anything." he says hurriedly. And he means it - Taehyung knows he does.
"Can I suck your cock?" you ask innocently, eyelashing blinking up at Jungkook standing above you.
Taehyung's breath hitches and he knows Jungkook's did, as well. But he questions if Jungkook's cock twitched the way his did just now.
Jungkook stutters, his face going red. He's unsure what to say, knowing you and him did anything that came to mind while drunk, but this was new. His cock grew harder in his pants, harder than when he witness you undres to nothing but your bra and panties, hickies on display.
Taehyung licks his lips. He witnesses you drop to your knees, a glance in his direction, before your hands grab Jungkook's cock through his pants. The man is startled as you begin to message him, Jungkook's throaty moans heard.
You proceed to take Jungkook's cock out of the pants and boxers, thick veiny cock in your hands. You hadn't seen it in years, you noted, and now it was larger - thicker. Your mouth water at your (drunken) sight. You take Jungkook into your mouth, sucking on his tip. He moans louder now as you suck roughly on him. You taste the sticky, salty taste of his pre-cum leaking onto your tongue.
Tahyung gulps, his throat dry. His cock twitches more at the sound of you sucking Jungkook off in real time. His eyes are unable to move away from you - it brought him back to earlier in the woods when you were on your own knees sucking him off. "Fuck." he hisses lowly to himself, unable to keep his hands away from his own length. He was tipsy, and the sound of Jungkooks moans and your suckle was enough to make him stroke himself.
Jungkook cursing, his eyes on you. You halt your sucking to moan against his length. You suck onto his tip and pump the length of his cock roughly. Jungkook pants, his breathing coming quicker. You hadn't done this in years - back when you were both inexperienced and childish. The fact that he had you now was enough for him to die happy. As he watches you through hooded eyelids, he smiles down at you. You were beautiful for him, eyes teary and saliva coming down your chin. "You're so beautiful" Jungkook moans.
Taehyung pumps spits into his hands, having no time to find any lotion. He pumps his cock as he watches Jungkook yank your hair back with both hands. He thrusts inside of you at a rapid pace - Taehyung is shocked by the sudden change of the maknae. The way he thrusts into you as if he has no care for your safety was enough for him to groan as he pumps himself - trying to bite back his own moans. You two were loud, Jungkooks curses mixed with your wet gargling of his cock could be heard from down the hall he was sure.
You blink away the tears as you feel Jungkook's cock twitch and explode into your mouth. You manage to swallow it, keeping Jungkook into your mouth until he grows soft. He pulls out and stumbles back, holding your head. "S-Shit...spit it out. I didn't-"
"I swallowed it, Kookie." you murmur, coughing a bit before giggling.
Taehyung cums against his thigh, curses lowly. He was embarrassed - ashamed even - that he watched you and his maknae become sexually active like this. This was beyond anything he's ever done. But he was tipsy, he tells himself. And you two were right outside his door without a care in the world - unbothered if he heard or saw you.
"Can I...eat you out?" Taehyung hears Jungkook question, shyly and low. He curses, unsure if he could keep on watching the two of you.
But he does - like the creep he was. He lifts himself up, unable to stop himself from coming closer to the door. He bites his lips as Jungkook pushes you against the bed, snatching the panties you wore off and opening your legs wide.
Your eyes catches Taehyungs and he stiffens. You open your moan and release a moan as your head pushes back. Jungkook is ravishing your clit, a hold on your thighs. He doesn't stop for air either, content with passing out between your legs if that was what he was destined to do. It's been years since he's been this close to you, drunk and all, and he was going to savor this moment as if it was his last.
You lick your lips, eyes on Taehyung's shadowy figure. You tilt your head, a smirk on your lips. "Come." Taehyung is sure you tell him. He was compelled, cock hard and twitching once more.
Taehyung does come to you - he opens the door and strolls across the hall into your room. He closes the door behind him slowly. Your eyes never leaves his as he hovers above Jungkook - who didn't stop devilishly sucking your clit.
Taehyung gulps, he's unsure if he should say anything to you. But you beat it to him. "K-Kookie." you murmur, tapping his shoulder. Jungkook lifts his head, sensing someone behind him. He flinches when he sees Taehyung behind them. He goes to cover your body, humiliated to be caught like this but he is halted by you. "I want you both between my legs."
Jungkook is taken aback, as is Taehyung. He eyes you questionally. "Y/N-"
"Please, Kookie." you widen your legs, giving them the sight of your pussy - wet and pulsing for them.
Taehyung's breathing is heavy. He inches closer to you, getting on his knee's besides Jungkook.
Jungkook gulps. The sight of Taehyung, not disgusted by your actions or questioning. The way he was willing to do this now, with the two of you, told him that this is who you've been seeing - who made the hickies on your breast.
"I want to taste her." Taehyung tells Jungkook, eyes blow out. He doesn't wait for a response before his own tongue is on your clit. He shivers, the savory taste of this morning coming back into his senses.
Jungkook grunts, licking his lips at your expression. He felt perverted for finding this hot - your wide legs for Taehyung while you squirmed beneath him. Jungkook doesn't waste any time. He takes your bra and unhooks it quickly and throws it aside. He takes a nipple into your mouth hungrily, his eyes on Taehyung's tongue ravishing you.
"You're such a whore, Y/N." Taehyung spits onto your clit. He takes two of his fingers and swirls it around your clit. "Trying to take the two of us."
Jungkook bites down on your nipple accidentally, but at the sultry moan you let out, he notices that you enjoyed it. He pops the nipple from his mouth and chuckle, a trail of saliva connected. "So you fucked Taehyung, too?" Jungkook hisses. His hands take both of your nipples and twist them, receiving a loud gasp.
"Y-Yes!" you cry out.
"Fucking whore." Jungkook shakes his head, slapping your breast. "Giving your pussy away to the both of us."
Taehyung chuckles darkly, his three fingers entering you. "She couldn't get enough when I fucked her earlier."
Jungkook widen his eyes. So that's where you went off to.
"I fucked her like a slut in the woods." Taehyung thrusts inside of you, your walls and wetness clenching around him.
Jungkook's fingers rubs onto your clit at a rapid pace. "You're such a whore, Y/N. Fucking Tae in the woods." he shakes his head, his eyes now on his hyung. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've fucked her after."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." you tried to close your legs at the overstimulation, but received a slap from Jungkook.
"This is what you wanted, Y/N." Taehyung tsks, his hands and wrist filled with your juices. "Don't close your legs now."
"I want to fuck her, hyung." Jungkook groans out, his eyes watching just how wet you were. "You'd let me fuck you, right, Y/N? You already let hyung fuck you."
You couldn't do anything besides nod your head, the idea of getting fucked by Jungkook while Taehyung watched turned you on greatly. Without a second to spare. Jungkook flips you, your ass in the air and face pushed into the softness of the sheets.
Jungkook places the tip of his cock at your entrance, biting his lip. His eye glance at at his hyung. "Did you cum inside of her?" he questions, the competetive side of him peaking through.
Taehyung smirks and nods, the flashbacks endearing to him.
Jungkook hisses. He grabs your hair and yanks it back for you to look at him. "I can't believe you'd let him cum in you before me!" he spits. He enters you without warning, your wetness enough lubricant for him to without an issue.
You yelp out, the new found thickness and length inside of you was alarming. Jungkook doesn't waste time pounding into you angrily, cursing beneath his breath how he was going to cum deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, just as hungry for him to fuck you as he was to get to fuck you. Jungkook had grown from the boy he was when you were experimenting with the man he was today, showing you how much he's grown.
Taehhyung licks his lips once more. The sight before him was amazing. He would have never thought to be the man to enjoy watching another man get off, but this felt different. Jungkook was his friend - nearly a brother to him. The possessiveness he once felt over you was slowly dissipated. He knows for sure that whatever possessiveness he held over you wasn't what compared to what Jungkook felt over you for years now. "You're fucking her good, Kook." he encourages, coming closer to lift your head to watch your teary eyes. "I should've allowed you to fuck her first."
Jungkook grunts, nodding his head. His eyes were blow out wide, watching your ass slap against his abdomen.
"But I'm happy you shared her with me." Taehyung murmurs, wiping your tears of lust from your eyes. "You're her best friend after all, you know what's best for her."
"I-I do!" Jungkook snaps his hips into you harshly, his nails digging into your hips tightly. "I am her best friend. I should be the one to cum into her first!"
Jungkook would be sure to scold himself later. You were your own person, whatever you decided he would support 110% - but his jealousy, possessivness, love and competative side (mixed with lust and liquor) was telling him that you were his and his only. He couldn't stand the thought of you allowing Taehyung to cum in you before him.
"I think you should apologize, Y/N." Taehyung says to you, shaking his head. You were an absolute mess, having already came twice with Jungkook's harsh pace. You couldn't even lift yourself up - soley lifted by Jungkook's strength alone.
"I-I'm sorry, Kookie." you slur your words, tears dripping down your cheeks. You were in utter bliss so amazing that you couldn't help but cry. "I'll always let you cum in me first." you cry out.
Jungkook grunts, he was soon to coming. He wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you back, your back now against his torso. He doesn't stop his brutal pace. Taehyung is marvelled at your breast bouncing, nipples erect. He couldn't help himsel any longer. He swirls his tongue on your nipple, middle and ring finger twirling your clit rapidly.
You scream out now, the overstimulation getting to you. With Jungkook fucking into you, cursing into your ear, and Taehyung rubbing your clit and sucking onto your nipples, you were ready to pass out. Your hair was disheveled, eyes puffy, cheeks tear stained and mouth drooling. You would have never thought you would be here - fucking Jungkook and eventually Taehyung in the same night but alcohol does wonders.
"Please cum in me, Kookie." you slur, buckling your hips. You were going to cum again, this being your third time by just Jungkook. "You're fucking me sooo good." you cough out.
Jungkook thrust deep inside of you, cum filling you quickly that it drips out. In that same second, with Taehyung causing the overstimulation, you cum - wet juices squirting all over the older man. You release a hushed scream, Jungkook's hand on your mouth, shushing noises in your ear. "S-Shit." you cry, panting heavily and twitching.
"Are you going to let hyung fuck you, too?" Jungkook asks, his voice deeply low and raspy.
You nod quickly. Jungkook releases you gently, pushing your hair away from your eyes. He thought you were beautiful - fucked out and all. Taehyung almost felt as though he was intruding on a moment between Jungkook and you, the way the man changed from dominating to loving and caring was like a flick of a light.
"How do you want me, Tae Tae?" you ask, your eyes are adverting Taehyung with a bite of your lip. He eyes you and then Jungkook.
"You enjoy watching her, don't you, Hyung?" Jungkook chuckles. He sits against the headboard of the bed, turning you so your back is once again on his torso. He leans you back against him, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses your forehead - once again, Taehyung feels as though he is witnessing a couple, not best friends. "Open your legs, Y/N." Jungkook instruct.
You do, wide. Taehyung sucked a breath at your wet pussy, Jungkook watches Taehyung come closer, cock already out and at your center. He gulps, looking up at you and the maknae. "Are you sure...I should be here?"
"I invited you." you responded. Jungkooks hands are on your breast, he nods at Taehyung.
Taehyung enters you, grunting and groaning at how tight you were around him. He pushes in and out at a steady, slow pace, not wanting to hurt you or cause any discomfort. Jungkook would surely have his head.
"You can fuck me faster." you encourage, your arms hooking beneath your thighs to allow him more access.
Taehyung does, his hips smacking into yours at each thrust. He couldn't believe he was doing this with you - with Jungkook. You felt amazing, the situation felt amazing. Even better than before, he is sure. Jungkook watching intently didn't make him uneasy like he thought it would, the act of Jungkook watching him fuck you felt incredible. It disgusted his sober side, but his tipsy side wanted (needed) to enjoy this one of a lifetime moment.
"You're fucking her good, hyung." Jungkook speaks, his hands massaging your breast. "I never knew you were attracted to her."
Taehyung swallows, his eyes glancing at your face. Your eyes were shut, lip biting harshly to hide the moans.
"You are fucking me good, Tae Tae." your voice catches him off guard. It's shaking with pleasure, your pussy clenching around him.
"I love fucking you." Taehyung admits, his hands holding beneath your knees to allow deeper access. "You're so tight."
Jungkook felt sick - sick that he enjoyed watching you, his best friend since birth, get fucked by his older hyung. It turned him on in ways unimaginable - your moans, the way your pussy clenched around Taehyung's cock, the way your hands would hold his wrist tightly.
Your head leans back against Jungkook, mouth opening, eyes slightly slanted. "K-Kookie..." you moan, Taehyung snapping his hips at the perfect pace that you would be cumming any moment now. "I'm cumming."
"Go ahead and cum, baby." Jungkook encourages. He leans down and kisses your lips. "You've came so much today like a whore. Aren't you happy we've fucked you?'
You nod furiously. "I'm so happy, Kookie. Thank you for letting me cum!"
"Thank Taehyung, too. He helped you cum." Jungkook says, eyes taking a peek at Taehyung. "Why don't you kiss her with me, Hyung?"
Taehyung was going to cum, your pussy was clenching him too tight. Jungkook knew what to say to drive you and him to your high. Taehyung's lips leans down to kiss you with Jungkook, all three of your lips touching but neither of the two men minded. In seconds, Taehyung is cumming inside of you, twitching. Your releases doesn't come far behind, your juices dropping from your pussy to your ass, staining your bedsheets.
The three of you stay like that for a few minutes, lips connected.
"Eomma is visiting." Jungkook says over the facetime call. "She wants to see you."
The camping trip was eventful. The day after you three woke, naked, sweaty and filled with sex, Taehyung was horrified. He fell off of the bed, startling you and Taehyung, who was equally as terrified. The three of you didn't speak for the first five minutes. You were the first to apologize, Taehyung assured you that you weren't at fault. Jungkook assured that none of you were at fault.
"Did you like it?" Jungkook asked you.
"Did...you?" you ask Taehyung who couldn't help but nod.
"Then, it's okay." Jungkook smiles, an awkward smile, but a smile nonetheless. "We're all adults and friends."
You nod back, biting your lips. "Where does this leave us?"
"We're all friends." Jungkook says. "This doesn't change things, right?"
Taehyung shakes his head. They wait for your response.
"Does this change anything, Y/N?" Taehyung asks, and he notes that Jungkook is panicked.
"I...I liked it." you repeat. "I..."
"You..." Jungkook asks.
"I wouldn't mind doing it again."
"I missed her." you sigh out, throwing your phone in your lap as you spoke to Jungkook.
She misses you, too. Probably more than me." Jungkook scoffs, but laughs. "We can meet her tomorrow for breakfast?"
"Tomorrow?" you hum. "Aren't we getting shit-faced tonight?" Chaerin had invited you all to the new club that opened somewhere in Seoul, and knowing her, she already had a private booth booked for you all.
"Sure. But getting shit-face and having breakfast?" you hear Jungkook blow a kiss. "Chef's kiss, honestly."
You laugh, but agree. "Alright, tomorrow for breakfast." you say. "I have to go, Chae is calling me."
"Good luck." Jungkook sighs. He hangs up while you answer the facetime call, Seo-Ju and Areum in, as well. Areum was walking, possibly to her next class, upon the facetime call.
"What are you wearing tonight, Y/N? And don't embarrass me, either." Chaerin snaps.
"Harsh." Areum shakes her head. "Hello to you, too."
"Hi." Chaerin waves her hand. "Now, what are we all wearing. I think we should coordinate."
"We're adults." you deadpan.
"Coordinate! Not match." Chaerin rolls her eyes. She props her phone up and strolls towards her dorm closet. "How about a dress? Simple."
"To get drunk in?" you moan. The last time you wore a dress at the club, Jungkook had to fight a man from putting his hands on you, trying to catch a feel.
"Maybe if some people could control their liquor." Seo-Jun teases, her lips twitching.
"And didn't makeout with their friends." Areum adds.
"You guys know that's a sensitive subject." you yawn, no need to hear your friends speak of Jungkook as if they didn't already know the obvious. "How about black? It's simple but sexy."
"Finally you're contributing to this friend group." Chaerin says from inside her closet. "Oohh, wear that backless dress you have." she tells you. "And Areum, show your boobs tonight. You need to get laid."
Areum reddens over the phone. "I-"
"Do." You, Chae and Seo-Jun all interject. "Preferbably Jin. The pent up sexual tenstion you two have is..."Seo-Jun tilts her head to think.
"Intoxicating?" you add. "Annoying?"
"Says the one who humps her-"
"I admit what I do with Jungkook, Areum." you stick your tongue out. "Admit what you want to do with Jin and just do it. He's a man, he wouldn't say no.
"What are you wearing?" Jungkook asks as he opens the bathroom door. You always enjoyed using Jungkook's shower - he was a naturally clean person who kept everything organized and tidy. Since he had no roommate still, the bathroom was purely his and your favorite place to be.
"Some dress I was told to. You know the rules." you respond. You begin to undress, placing your clothes upon the counter before entering the large shower. "Are you joining me?" you ask him. "Kill two birds with one stone."
Jungkook bites his lips and nods. He undresses himself and enters the warm shower with you. It felt foreign bathing with, this is something the two of you hadn't done before - shockingly for two best friends that did it all. His eyes watch you wet your hair water falling down our bare breast. "I got this for you." Jungkook's words make your eyes crack open.
Jungkooks holding a medium sized bottle, purple with white words. "It's lavender and smells good." he says. "You can leave it here, since you shower here most of the time."
You smile at him, thankful to have him as a close friend. He opens the bottle and places some in his hands. He rubs your shoulders, bringing you close to his body. You leave back against Jungkook's chest as he rubs your shoulders and neck. His hands then trail down to your breast. His large hands engulf them and start to rub, the body wash subbing up.
"It's been a long day." you sigh, eyes sealed and lips gaping slightly. The sensation of Jungkook's hand was amazing.
"How so?" qustions Jungkook.
You wanted to say how you didn't speak with Taehyung much, even in class. It wasn't awkward on your end, but you noticed he was growing a little distant. He greeted you more now, either in the public eye of your friends or not. He spoke casually with you, but you missed th Taehyung that would randomly flirt.
"Just is." was what you told him, not wanting to trouble Jungkook with your problems.
"We don't have to go out tonight." Jungkook offers. He places his lips upon your neck. "We can stay here?"
"We can't, Kookie." you murmur, goosebumps trailing your skin. "I've already told Chae. She's literally drag us out of here if we don't show."
You feel Jungkook trail his hand from your breast to your stomach, to between your legs. "Let me make you cum before we go, then." he murmurs, lips trailing kisses.
Jungkook rubs your clit roughly, your palm wrapped around hus wrist tightly.
Jungkook's tongue pokes to suck your neck, hips buckling into your bare, wet ass. Your moans were making his cock twitch. He pinches a nipple with his free hand before pushing your chin towards him. "Kiss me." he says, collecting your lips.
Ypu push back against his cock. He knew what you wanted now and he was going to give you just that. His fingers halt on your clit but goes to arch your back. His length - the tip of it - twitches against your ass. He centers it at your center. "How's Taehyung?"
Jungkook enters you slowly, with your hands on your hips. You release a breath. "Quiet. I'm hoping to talk to him tonight." you respond between thrusts.
Jungkook quickens his pace. "I enjoyed watching him fuck you." he admits. He loves to watch your ass bounc against him, water from the shower head falling agaisnt the two of you.
"I loved it, too, Kookie." you moan, adoring the way his fingernails dig into the skin of your hips. The sound of your ass smacking his skin was now evident throughout the room. "I want to do it again." you confess.
"Did you tell him that?" Jungkook grunts. You clench around his cock so tightly. His thrust were powerful, you admired how much stamina this man had. You'd always allow him to lead the way - you'd allow him to fuck you against the wall, lift you up, whatever he desired you'd fulfil.
"Not yet." you sigh.
Jungkook chuckles. He yanks your hair back, lips against your ear. "I can't wait to watch and have you later." His thighs push yours apart, speed just as powerful. He lets go of your hair and places three fingers onto your clit, rubbing circles. "You belong to us."
Your stomach clenches. It was a sign you were close and Jungkook knew this. He starts to quicken his speed on your clit. His words replayed in your head.
You belong to us.
You belong to us.
"I-I'm cumming!" you stutter out, feeling your arousal pool out of you. "S-Shit, Kookie."
"Where do you want me to cum?" Jungkook asks with sloppy thrusts. He came inside you once and had no desire to cum anywhere else, still he would ask for yout permission and preference first.
"Inside me, Kookie." your head hands low at the overstimulation.
Jungkook smirks. You were too embarrassed to say it now, but he knew. He was positive you enjoyed when he came inside of you - him and Taehyung - and used you like a rag doll. You got off at the roughness and the disrespect. As taboo as it was because - you and him were not a couple - but he loved cumming inside of you. The dark, perverted side of him got off on it just as much as you and Taehyung did - the act of tainting and marking you with his cum.
Jungkook cums with a quick thrust, catching you as you fall back against him.
You and Jungkook enter the loud clu, eyes scanning the room for your group of friends on the crowded sea of people grinding.
A loud crash sends you jumping into Jungkook and the two of you examine the noise. Of course, it was Namjoon and Jimin, Hoseok cleaning up the mess caused by them. They had crashed bottle in a small area they were in.
"That was expensive!" you hear a high pitch voice, none other than Jin. Even over the loud music his voice was heard.
"Found them." Jungkook whispers in your ears and gently pushes you forward to walk into the small, v.i.p area. You were glad you didn't wear heels to this occassion, it was far too dark inside this club to see straight.
"Love birds!" Jimin cheers as he enters back into the area, a champagne bottle in his hands. "You look hot, Y/N. Surprisingly."
"Excuse me?" you scoff at Jimin.
"Just teasing. I wish I got you before Jungkookie did." he winks at his younger friend who rolls his eyes in return. "Let's take a shot!"
Typical Jimin, always trying to shove alcohol down someones throat before anything else. We have Soju, Makegeoll, Cheongju, even American liquor. Remember fireball?" Jimin playfully sticks his tongue out.
You shake your head. You weren't drinking fireball, recalling when you took the cinnamony shot 6 times too many and vomited all over Jungkook and you. He had to take you back to his dorm like that - crying out apologies - while taking off your clothes and bathing you.
"Not happening again." you sigh. Of course back then you were a lightweight, but that memory haunts you greatly.
"How about...Sake?" Jimin pours the shot regardless of your hesitation and cheers.
Taehyung watches from the black leather couch as you and Jimin take an array of shots. You two were like alcoholics, but it was amusing to him. His eyes rack your figure in the skin tight dress, your back on display somehow enticing him.
"Where have you been?"
Taehyung turns his head to see the maknae seated beside him, a shot in his hands as an offering. He takes it and shrugs. "Around."
Both of them take the shot and squirm. Whatever it was, it was strong.
"Y/N thinks you're avoiding her. Us."
"Just thinking." Taehyung shrugs.
"Do you regret it?" Jungkook says, another shot down his throat.
Taehyung was quick to take two more before answering. "No." he says. "And that's what scares me."
He enjoyed you getting fucked by Jungkook - and participating - far more than he'd want to admit. The look on your face when you came, Jungkooks eyes on him while he fucked you, the dirty talking and three-way kiss. It kept him up far too long.
"Would you...want to do it again?" Jungkook questions. His eyes are on you and by the sway of your hips - even in the dark room - he knows you're tipsy. Classic Jimin. As you reach both of them, you seat yourself in Jungkook's lap. He wraps an arm around you. "Let's take a shot, Kookie." you sat. Your eyes wander and find Taehyung's. "Tae tae!" you cheer, reaching his own lap, arms wrapped around his neck.
"Do you want to dance?" you ask Taehyung and Jungkook after you all took a line of shoots, feeling hot and dizzy. "Come on." you guide them to the corner of the large room, past the drunken dancing coming from your friends. You three were hidden, everyone too busy and drunk to notice you sneak off.
Your front faces Taehyung while your back faced Jungkook. His hands sit along your waist, grinding into the music. Your hands guide Taehyung's hands onto your body. "Where have you been, Tae?" you question. "We missed you."
Taehyung notices the way your eyes gleam as you say we. He gulps. "Just around. I missed you two, as well." he admits.
You close your eyes when you feel hardened cocks, from the front and back of you. The liquor in your system gave you an extra push you needed to be outside of your character. You begin to arch your back against Jungkook, swaying and shaking your ass with the music, her eyes on Taehyung. Taehyung's hands feel up your naked thigh.
"I need to tell you a secret." You say to them, bringing Taehyung's head closer to you. "I'm not wearing any panties." you giggle, music laring loudly in the background but it was as if it was just the three of you.
Taehyung sucked in a breath. "You had the intention of getting fucked tonight, huh?"
"She did." Jungkook snickers, his eyes glancing at his hyung. "She couldn't shut up about how much she wanted you again."
You flush, biting your lip. Jungkook slightly lifts your dress. "Just take a feel, Hyung. I bet she's wet." he says.
And you were wet. Taehyung's fingers slide into your folds smoothly. He shakes his head, bringing his fingers to your lips. Your tongue twirls around his fingers. "You're always such a slut for us." Taehyung hisses. "Turn around." he says.
You turn towards Jungkook, thankful that the club itself was dark except for the lasers and that your friends were far too drunk to notice you three in the corner being utterly filthy. You lean onto Jungkook while Taehyung lifts your skirt. He doesn't waste anytime, he has to feel you. He enters two fingers into your wet heat and pumped.
Your lips find Jungkooks and you embrace him in a wet, sloppy kiss. You hiss and moan into it, Taehyungs long fingers thrusting in and out of you at a great pace.
"You're so dirty. Can't even wait to be alone so we can fill you." Taehyung hisses. "You had to have us right here, huh?"
You nod your head, lips disconnecting from Jungkook's to lean back against Taehyung. "i-I want to suck your cocks." you moan out, mind hazy just as theres. You three were all blown out with lust that it didn't matter if you were caught or not.
You don't waste time in getting on your knees, breast out due to Jungkook. You managed to get both of their cocks out, sucking Taehyung's first at a sloppy pace. He hit's the back of your throat each time, doing nothing but making you wetter.
When you get to Jungkook's cock, you're breathing heavy and theres tears in your eyes. Taehyung laughs at you, shaking his head. "You love having our cock in your mouth." he says, pushing your hand away from his cock to shove his back into your mouth, eyes wide as both his and Jungkooks cock said dangerously close to your throat.
Jungkook hisses out, as does Taehyung. You don't deny them, instead continue to suck both cocks in your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin mixing with the tears.
"You're so beautiful, baby." Jungkook coos, his high coming soon. You were utterly disgusting for him and Taehyung, something he adores about you now. "Cum inside of her, Hyung." he tells Taehyung, pushing his out of your mouth. "I'll cum in her mouth and you'll cum in her pussy."
You cough up saliva when Taehyung leaves your mouth. He wastes no time before entering you, shoving your head back towards Jungkook's cock. You can't help but moan as Jungkook fucks your throat and Taehyung your pussy. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you wanted nothing more than to be a hole for them to cum in. You wouldn't say it was the alcohol - your desire for Taehyung and Jungkook went on for weeks after the camping trip. It was the way they dominated you and made you theirs that you adored greatly.
Jungkook slaps you across the face, hips gutting into your mouth. "Fucking whore." he grunts. "Our whore, hyung. Only ours."
Taehyung laughs, his hips smacking into your ass. The loud music drowns it out, but the sight alone was enough for him. "She is ours." he tells Jungkook, his high coming at the sight of you being completely used by him - by both of them. You were perfect for them, in whatever way you were willing to have them.
You groan out, twitching as you came. Your throat was sore, but as long as you satisfied them as they satisfied you, you were alright with it. You feel Taehyung push you onto the ground, your knees bruising onto the floor. He and Jungkook cum on your face, mouth open and tongue out taking it all. Some shoots onto your forehead, some onto your nose and lips, dripping down your chin. You pant, catching your breath.
"You're so perfect for us, Y/N." Jungkook says. "I love you."
He kneels next to you, kissing your lips, ignoring the cum on them.
Taehyung does the same, engulfing the two of you in the same three way kiss as weeks prior, this time seeming more complete than ever.
The point of blind dates is to not know who you're meeting prior to the date. You were set up with Jimin by a mutual friend. Sadly for Jimin, he didn't know you were a serial killer who killed your victims after fucking their brains out. Sadly for you, you didn't know Jimin was a vampire and wouldn't be killed easily.
Jimin had once loathed the idea of falling in love. He was centuries old, witnessing the world around him change and evolve to what it was now. Living through centuries to some could feel like ages, but to Jimin it was as though it flashed through his eyes in a matter of seconds. He had a good run, he'd admit. Living through plagues and wars. Meeting historical figures and even going through adrenaline rushes like jumping off of cliffs and going through high-speed chases with the police. He would say he truly lived.
It was Taehyung's idea - his long-term friend who was much of the same as him - that he starts dating. Jimin was more of the "hit it and quit it" type. He had amazing sex back in his time - dealing with orgies in the Mediterranean was possibly his favorite. Yet, he couldn't say anyone stood out to him and that was ages ago. Taehyung insisted that it was time for Jimin to settle down and, by the man's words, "Buy a home with a white picket fence, maybe a pet and find yourself a lover".
Jimin attempted to go on dates, but no one ever caught his eye. When you lived through centuries and different times, only someone quite charming could make his interest peak. By the fifth date he had understandably given up. He didn't need to find someone to live forever with - especially if that someone was meant to be a human. As long as he lived, the only person he had turned into a Vampire - the new name humans call them - was Taehyung himself. He had no real reason to turn anyone else, Taehyung being like a brother to him when he found his friend near death. Having to snap his neck after forcing him to drink his blood hurt his heart - but having Taehyung wake up blood thirsty and though not alive, seeming as if he was, was worth it.
Taehyung was the first to greet him when he returned back to the small town Taehyung now resides in. He had a few residences that he owned and had given him one to live in - coincidentally with a white picket fence - and declared that he had the perfect woman for him to date. No matter how many times Jimin insisted that he didn't need help finding a partner - male or female - Taehyung was not one to be told no.
So, Jimin agreed.
However, he did have requirements. If this person was someone for him, he had to make sure it was up to his standards. Jimin asks Taehyung the correct questions. Was he or she beautiful for a "vampire"? Did they exceed the level of confidence that wouldn't make them insecure around him? Were they highly intelligent - possibly rich? Money didn't matter, of course, but he wasn't going to have someone around him that only wanted him for his own.
The most important - as of now - were they good in bed? Taehyung wouldn't know this question and before he could even have the chance to ask, Taehyung had vanished before his eyes and left the older man alone in the home he gifted him. Jimin had released a heavy sigh and decided he needed some wine infused with his favorite type of blood.
It was exactly the next day when Taehyung had returned around dinner time. Neither of them ate human food, so to see Taehyung carrying a large box of pizza raises an eyebrow, but as he allows his friend inside, he could hear it. Smell it.
You. Jimin could hear the way your heartbeat quickens, pushing blood throughout your body. He inhales when you step your foot inside of his home and gives him a cute, shy bow. It makes Jimin licks his lips - you were his favorite type of blood and Taehyung knew this.
"This is Y/N."
Jimin hears Taehyung's words as though they're far - echoing into his mind. However, his full focus was on you and your beating heart. It pounds through his head until all he could think of was having you - devouring you on the spot. He can count the number of times your heart beats per second if he truly desired.
"What?" Jimin snaps his head to Taehyung who releases a few dry chuckles.
"I said," Taehyung places a hand on Jimin's shoulder. "you're drooling."
Jimin scoffs. He shrugs off Taehyung's hand and offers you his hand to take. You do, a flush on your cheeks. Your heart is increasingly breathing through his ears when he brings your hand close to his lips and place a kiss upon them.
Jimin gulps. He was close to your veins and in a quick movement could easily have the taste of your sweet, savory blood inside of him. But he wouldn't - you were a friend of Taehyung's and an obviously the woman expected to settle down with him.
"Park-"
"Jimin." You finished, the sound of his name coming through your lips was enough for Jimin to like you (enough to not want to drain you dry right before him).
Jimin was no monster by all means. He understood that killing humans would do nothing but raise suspicion - even if there was probably a serial killer going around killing men. He had no problem with buying his favorite blood off of the black market or frequenting blood brothels.
"This is Y/N." Taehyung repeats your name, but Jimin's eyes doesn't remove themselves from yours. "She's my assistant."
Jimin raises a brow. He wasn't 100% sure what Taehyung did exactly that he needed an assistant, but he wouldn't question. Instead, he was going to focus on you, the beauty pumping his favorite blood through your veins.
Taehyung takes a seat after placing the box of pizza on the coffee table, arms crossed. He wasn't planning on staying for long, just enough to get you comfortable with Jimin. By the looks of it, you wouldn't be anything but comfortable. You and Jimin sat side by side, both speaking in hushed tones that his advanced ears easily picked up on.
Taehyung finds you fascinating. You were an interesting individual that would be giving Jimin the adrenaline rush he craved.
It didn't take long for Taehyung to leave, only a half an hour. You eat a slice of pizza and Jimin does, as well, but only to make you feel at ease. He had no desire for human food, and every desire to sink his teeth into you.
"Taehyung is convinced that you're going to be interested in me."
Jimin furrows a brow at your words. "Is that so?" He wasn't wrong.
You lick the corners of your lips and nod. "I'm not sure why."
"You don't find yourself interesting?"
You shrug your shoulders and Jimin hums.
"I'm sure you do. You couldn't stop staring at my neck."
Jimin's lips twitched.
"I have that effect on people."
You weren't new to this, and this is what made you captivating. But you were also observant. There was no doubt he was looking at the veins littering your neck, but it wasn't in the way you assumed - not fully, at least.
"What makes you think you have that effect on me?" Jimin leans back into the cushioned couch.
Jimin wishes he can read minds by the twinkle in your eyes. You tilt your head as you watch him, eyes darting between his lips, to his chiseled jaw to his dark eyes.
"Are you saying you don't want to have a taste?"
Jimin's eyes darkens. Your words indeed affect him in ways you have no ways of understanding - because he indeed wanted a taste. More ways than one.
"Are you willing to give me a...taste?" Jimin's eyes flicker to your lips. They're plushed and puckered.
You lean forward, neck exposed to him. You appeared as though you knew of what he was, but Jimin is positive you were clueless. "I'll give you a taste of whatever you want..." you murmur. "...as long as I also get to have a taste myself."
You yelp when you feel Jimin - with such speed in nearly knocks the breath out of you - into his lap. His lips are on your neck, inhaling deeply and sending wet, open-mouthed kisses. You can feel his teeth grazing against it.
"You smell amazing." Jimin grunts. His nails dig into the skin of your hips. "Amazing enough to eat."
It took deep rooted strength for Jimin to not sink his teeth into now. He's positive that you'd be sweet and savory. It's been a while since Jimin got to taste his favorite blood type straight from the vein.
Your blood flows smoothly throughout your body and Jimin can smell your excitement.
"Pick your poison." Jimin murmurs against your neck. Just how dirty were you, he wonders. Were you the vanilla type? He wasn't opposed to soft and passionate sex, but it wasn't his cup of tea.
"I don't think you'd be interested in what I'm into." you giggle cutely and Jimin couldn't help but laugh. You were so cute, adorable even. You weren't dumb, just uninformed. You didn't know Jimin wasn't mortal who had countless of sex - good, bad and the ugly - throughout the years. Nothing was ever off limits for him.
"Try me." Jimin grazes his teeth against your neck.
You hum, slowly grinding in Jimin's lap. You can feel how hard he is and his fingernails dig deeper into your skin.
"Are you more submissive or dominant?"
The question catches him by surprise. He was dominant when it came to humans - male or female. He rarely had anyone dominate him - he wasn't what they were. However, he wasn't opposed to being submissive, only when it came to those the same as him.
Jimin licks his lips. "Do you want to take control?" he asks. Maybe it's your scent that intoxicates him. How can a human woman take control of him when he could easily snap your neck with ease?
You smirk, hands that once laid on his shoulders now tangling in his tresses. You yank them so he's now looking into your eyes. "Would you let me do whatever I want?"
Jimin grunts and nods, and this brings a smile to your lips. It appeared crazed - Jimin assuming you were the kinky dominator who got off at hurting men, He would go along with it, pretending you'd hurt him to satisfy your ego.
Maybe Jimin would even enjoy it.
It didn't take long for you to be in Jimin's bedroom. It was clean, the bed large sitting in the middle of the room. His sheets were soft and velvet.
You were the dominate type, Jimin notes amusingly. You were also prepared. The purse you held came equipped with rope that you tied as hard as you could after you demanded he strip naked, cock on full display. Jimin would wince every now and then to keep up the act of being human.
You stripped yourself of your own clothing, sporting a dark red lingerie set that amazes him. it was simply effective and Jimin was never the lingerie type of man. But he savors the way you strut over to him confidently.
You had rules that needed to be followed. You went through them and Jimin only nodded.
"Say cherry if you want me to stop." you instructed - he never intended to. "Let me know if I'm taking anything too far." Nothing was too far, whatever you had he could surely handle.
"Do whatever you want to me." Jimin shrugged, a taunting tone in his voice.
And you did. You straddle him and suddenly landed a few hits against his chest, head tilting for a reaction.
Jimin didn't give you nothing but a lip bite.
You slapped him across the face a few times, rubbing your clothed pussy against his bare cock and Jimin could do nothing but moan. He can feel you - moist and warm pussy dripping at the act of hurting him. Your slaps (soon to be punches) was child's play, but he would wince and moan to satisfy you.
You release your own moan at the tint of his skin. You leaned down to place a kiss upon his lips just to sink your teeth onto his bottom lip, drawing blood.
Jimin grunts, hip jutting into you. He was dead, technically, yet Jimin has consumed enough amount of blood - human and animal - that he could bleed just as a human can. He wouldn't die like a human would if he lost a significant amount, but he bleed nonetheless.
What causes Jimin to nearly go feral was your eyes watching him as you licked his blood off of his bottom lip.
You were a different breed, and he was going to have fun with you.
"Do you think I'm a freak?"
Jimin shakes his head slowly.
You smile and Jimin leans into his pillows. He supposes you are cute.
"I'm going to ride you." you state, lifting yourself up so you can push your panties to the side. "Until I cum. Hopefully you cum along the way. I was never known to cater to a man."
Jimin liked you and your cocky attitude. He was going to cum - in his own way. He wasn't human and he didn't release the way male humans do with sperm. He was filled with him own venomous fluid that took a good fucking to release - he could always compel you to ride him until he indeed 'came'.
You sink down onto Jimin and shiver. He was big and had the perfect girth you only experienced with a dildo. You start off slow, adjusting to his size. You don't care that your nails are digging into his skin but neither does Jimin.
You speed up the pace and it's alarming. Your stamina wasn't up to par with his kind, but for a human you were amazing. Your juices flow effortlessly onto him and you're fucking yourself without a care. You wrap your arms around Jimin's neck and squeeze - having no need to breath Jimin allows you to choke him however much you desired.
"You let me do whatever I want to you." you moan out, pussy squeezing his cock that send shockwaves throughout his body. "You're like a little fuck toy."
Jimin grunts, his hips gutting to go deeper into your pussy. Human women weren't like you - dominant and degrading. You weren't afraid to hurt him, and he enjoyed it more than he'd thought he would.
You squeeze your eyes shut and hover about Jimin. He took it upon himself to fuck into you at full force, his arms bound by the rope but that didn't stop him. You were going to cum soon, but not until you got off with what you truly wanted.
"It's a shame..." you murmur out, pussy dripping all over Jimin's abdomen. You were close to cumming and Jimin knew this - but he wasn't going to stop until you came the next ten times and had the chance to taste your own blood. "...that we won't be doing this again. I actually might like you."
Jimin's confused because he's sure he'd allow you to come back whenever you desired. "What makes you think you won't see me again?" Jimin grunts, eyes watching your bouncing breast. To suck your nipples until they're swollen is what he'd want to do next - maybe even get a taste of the blood flow.
You begin to laugh, pussy clenching. Jimin doesn't halt his thrust, not until he feels you let loose. You're cumming now, and before Jimin could do anything else, he feels a sharp pain straight to his heart. His eyes widen and his thrusts halt.
You bring the sharp knife into Jimin's chest repeatedly. You begin to ride off your orgasm, blood squirting from Jimin's heart right onto your chest.
The knife pierces him multiple times and Jimin can feel his body reacting. His vision blurs and all he could hear was your moans mixed with laughter.
"Fuck!"
Jimin brings a pale hand up to wipe off the mud from his face. He spits out the dirt inside his mouth in disgust. He's pissed - beyond pissed. He's unsure who should he kill first, you; the bitch who did this to him, or Taehyung, the motherfucker who introduced you to him.
Jimin stares into the sky. No doubt he's been buried in this disgusting field for a few days. The sky was a dark grey filled with clouds. Droplets of rainwater began to fall, smearing the dirt covering his - extremely expensive- clothing.
Jimin is seething as he runs through the deep forest, the tree's passing by appearing blurry irrelevancies. He was going to kill you. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around your neck and watch your life drain right before his eyes. It'll bring great joy to hear the way your heartbeat quickens with fear until it rapidly drops - until it stops. Then, he'd be satisfied.
Jimin would have to drain you dry first; make sure not a single drop of your blood gets missed by him. It'll bring immense joy to kill you after he foolishly decided to give you a chance. It was an honor that he was fascinated in you and here you've gone and ruined it by attempting to kill him. Keyword: attempting.
Jimin scoffs as he reaches Taehyung's home. He throws the front door open and strolls in, a trail of mud marking the pristine floors.
You didn't know what Jimin was and that was your downfall. However, Jimin was no fool. You've done this before - killed. You worked fast, bringing the knife into his heart so rapidly that he didn't have a chance to defend himself (ironically enough). He awoke beneath the ground, buried deep enough to not be found by anyone and so far from civilization that you could be considered a professional.
But Jimin wouldn't completely blame you. You were a serial killer no doubt and probably the one he's heard mumblings about. Serial killers didn't concern him because he couldn't be killed by the average human. However, you concerned him now for your attempts upon him. You weren't a man that the media thought you were and though you impressed him with your skill - your lifeline was going to end soon.
But before he'd deal with you, he'll deal with Taehyung.
"What the fuck?" Taehyung's eyes widen at the mess staining his floors. "You're making a mess-"
Jimin wraps a hand around Taehyung's neck with inhumane speed and throws him to the nearest bookshelf. It crumbles at the impact, but Jimin remains unbothered. He places his muddy shoe against Taehyung's neck. "I had to dig myself out of the ground." he spits. "Because of that bitch you introduced me to."
Taehyung struggles against Jimin's strength. He was smaller in frame compared to him, but Jimin's strength could easily overpower him. He was centuries ahead of him in age, after all.
"I hope you are not fond of that bitch." Jimin snatches Taehyung forward, hands around his neck. "I'm going to kill her.'
Taehyung widens his eyes. "Hyung," he hisses. "let me explain-"
Jimin snaps Taehyung's neck. His friend falls to the ground lifelessly.
Jimin sighs. He hates punishing Taehyung, but this was unacceptable. His clothes were ruined, as were his shoes. His hair would take more than a few washes to get the mud and dirt out and not only that, but how fucking embarrassing was it that a human girl caught him by surprised?
Jimin shakes his head. Taehyung would be fine. In a few hours he would wake - the snap to the neck wasn't as severe to last long. In the meantime, he would use his shower to get the mess off of him while he decided how he was going to kill you.
You tap your fingernails against your desk, eyes drifting between your computer to your boss's shut door. Taehyung wasn't in today. It was weird to not see him on the days you worked. The large window that displays his desk is empty and no one else appears to know where he is.
You ponder if Taehyung is looking for Jimin. The last week Taehyung had mention that Jimin wasn't taking his calls and that he'd might have to visit the man. You agreed - stating that Jimin had ignored several of your texts and assumed that maybe he didn't want to be bothered.
Of course, you knew the truth - but you couldn't tell this to Taehyung. How could you ever explain to your boss that you killed his friend while fucking him to your orgasm? It wasn't something you'd ever tell anyone, not even a journal or diary.
Jimin was a cute one. He was experienced in sex, and it wasn't anything special for you to dwell on. He was bound by the wrist but could still fuck you fully. But that didn't stop him and neither did you.
Killing brought an adrenaline through you. The act of appearing innocent with the idiotic men you chose is nearly comical. They'd never suspect that you were a threat to them. You were considered nothing but a defenseless woman that couldn't carry her own.
But you weren't - you were the same serial killer murdering all these men for the last few months. The news stated that you were a man hunting at random. The true crime podcasts had their own theories of who you were and your reasonings. You heard that your "childhood was filled with abuse" but their theories weren't correct.
You yourself are unsure the core root of the start of your murderous rampage. Your first time murdering a man had made you sick - you vomited for days. Soon, you were able to ignore the stench that came with getting rid of the body and how to cover your tracks. You learned how to steadily hold your weapon with ease. You would once dump the bodies of the men at random locations, but the thought of being caught frightened you.
You began burying the men deep within woody forest areas - sometimes in cemeteries. No one ever questioned someone digging a grave at a cemetery.
The ringing of your office phone jolts you back into reality. You hastily grab the phone and answer with your best customer service voice. You didn't hear anything on the other end, but you were a patient person. You repeated another time just as sweetly, but still heard nothing.
"Waste of my time." you slam the phone down on the receiver and sigh.
The phone rings once more, this time you look at the caller I.D and frown. It was probably a prank caller and this time your patience was wearing thin.
You answered the phone, but before you can speak, the caller does. "I should gut you and drain you dry." the voice hisses before the line goes dead. Your eyes widen at the menacing words and your heart thumps outside your chest at the familiar voice.
Following you wasn't a part of the plan. While he showered the mud off of his skin, he thought about how he'd end your life. He wasn't opposed to hurting women as long as they deserved it, but it wasn't an act he enjoyed doing. Even if he was a human, his strength would rival a woman so as an immortal with inhumane strength, it was simply unfair.
But you were a bitch. A bitch who pretended to like him and got him vulnerable before you killed him - of course, not literally.
Jimin's pride was hurt. He was embarrassed. No one has ever done anything like this to him. He was a man of great strength and intelligence. A woman - a human woman at that - managed to distract him enough to seemingly end his life. Did you work alone? He wasn't obese, but he was solid enough to not be easy.
Another part of Jimin was impressed with your tactic. You appeared as an everyday woman working as an assistant. Not purely innocent, but not one to fuck, murder and dump a body. What he pondered on was if you truly ever were interested in him. Did he captivate you differently from the other men? Or was he the same as them - a good fuck and a good kill?
How Jimin was going to kill you didn't concern him. He could snap your neck easily, bleed you dry as you were his favorite blood type, and burn your body in the deepest part of the woods.
But what was the fun in that? You had your adrenaline rushing fun and he wanted his.
The phone calls began as Jimin watches you sit at your desk. Taehyung wouldn't be in today; he was sore from the neck snapping injury. But taking Taehyung's phone and getting your number wasn't difficult. He began calling you after you clocked out of work and made your way home. By the third call, he was blocked. But that didn't bother him. He had endless money at his defense and that meant endless number of phones and phone numbers he can call off of - all at once.
The pictures came next. He couldn't enter your home without an invitation, but that didn't mean he couldn't walk the perimeter of your home. He'd developed the pictures of you walking into said home, getting into your car and even pictures of you at work; at the same desk he made the first phone call.
The look on your face each time you witness said pictures brought satisfaction to his non-beating heart. To watch you day by day become completely unhinged; frightened. Constantly looking over your shoulder to ensure he wasn't near, but you understood he was. You were a serial killer after all.
Jimin was growing tired of hearing your heartbeat. When you were frightened, the blood pumps your blood through you at an alarmingly delicious pace. It was time, he could feel it through his venom filled veins.
It was early morning when Jimin decided it was your time to die. It was raining when you left your home for work, surveying your surroundings before you do so. It was dark and the surrounding homes were all left quiet. You enter your car and Jimin could hear you lock your doors soon after you entered.
Your actions bring a scoff out of Jimin. Nothing could stop him from getting to you - especially not locked doors to a car he could destroy the hinges of.
You take a deep breath before reversing out of your home. Your wipers are on the highest setting they can be and yet, you still have difficulty seeing the road.
Your paranoia has since skyrocketed out of control. You're unsure how you managed to get out of your home and go to work or run errands with an apparent stalker. The pictures, the messages and the constant phone calls - you blame your ego. You have yet to see anyone, but it always feels as though they're a pair of eyes on you at all times.
As you proceeded to drive down the rainy and dark road, your phone vibrates in your lap. You're hesitant to see but your curiosity gets the better of you. You don't recognize the number on your screen, but all the numbers were never the same. You've managed to change your number but whoever the stalker was had gotten ahold of it.
"Watch out." you read aloud. Your eyes flicker to the road and your heart nearly stops. You stomp on the breaks, skidding against the wet pavement of the road.
Your eyes are wide and you're afraid to blink. The pale skin glistens in the rain as your headlights shine against him. His eyes are dark as they watch you through your windshield. Your terrified to move, not even as he makes his way closer to you.
Jimin doesn't appear to be a figment of your imagination. The last you saw of him; you were dragging his lifeless body to your car and to the nearest woody area.
You've attempted to get off of the breaks and floor the gas, but your window breaks, and you're being dragged out of your car. It continues to drive down the road, becoming faster by the second.
The palms of your hands manage to catch yourself as you fall.
"Get up."
His voice haunts you. You crawl against the wet ground to get asway, but once again your hair is being pulled.
"You aren't the great serial killer I thought you were." Jimin's voice is taunting you. "Go ahead and kill me. Do something."
You fight against him, but only when he pushes you aside do you manage to let yourself get free. You turn to face him, eyes wide with shock. You crawl backwards, another attempt to get away. The road is silent, and no other cars are in sight - not even yours.
"I-I..." you cough, choking on your own words. You killed him. You watched him die - bloody and all. "J-Jimin, I-"
"Why are you stuttering?"
Jimin is in front of you within seconds, speed incredible. He wraps a tight hand around your neck.
"Where's the confidence I seen the other night? Where's the woman who gave me the best fuck in decades? Maybe even centuries." Jimin cackles. "Where's the woman who killed me without remorse?"
"I'm sorry." you began to cry, heart racing.
"Pathetic." Jimin scoffs. He shoves you away. You stumble, but don't fall. "To think...that I actually liked you."
"I liked you, too." You gulp.
"Stop lying to me!"
Jimin's sudden roar frightens you. You hold yourself, slowly stepping away.
"I did." you admit. Of course, there was no doubt that you were scared shitless. But it wasn't a lie that you enjoyed Jimin in the moment. "I...I just thought..." you lick your lips. If you made it out alive today, you'd surely catch a cold. "...what are you?"
There it was. Jimin snorts. The million-dollar question. "What do you think I am?"
"A demon?"
Jimin shrugs. "Maybe I am." he responds. He's in front of you in a blink of an eye. "Your heart is pounding from a mile away. It makes your blood smell so refreshing."
The color drains from your face. The mention of your blood brings a sudden realization through you.
You weren't big on mythology. The only thing you knew about those who enjoyed blood were vampires. It would explain the way he stands before you seemingly unharmed. He was pale, but not strikingly pale to the point you'd be concerned.
What about the blood? Vampires didn't bleed, did they? They were dead.
"You're confused but you know what I am." Jimin offers a taunting smile. "And here Taehyung thought you and I were going to be together forever."
The mention of your boss makes you feel sick. "Taehyung...is he."
"Yes, he is the same as I." Jimin nods. "He's one of my best friends, after all."
Taehyung was a vampire, as well. Jimin was a vampire.
You. You were human and now you were in deep shit.
"Do you like my blood?"
Jimin is caught off guard by the question. He can hear your heartbeat become steady. He ponders on the question you asked him while intimate - did he think you were a freak? In this moment, yes. You were different. Frightened, but curious.
"Yes." Jimin admits. "It's my favorite. I can't wait to sink my teeth into you."
Jimin's teeth become sharper, canines pulsing beyond the others.
"You can't die." You state. You're trembling, fear mixed with the cold rain. "If you can't die that means-"
"Are you trying to make a compromise?" Jimin is beyond astonished. "After you put me in the ground in the middle of fucking nowhere?" The audacity of you.
"You can feed off of me!" you exclaim. You're unsure if what you did know about vampires were true. Did the prefer to feed directly from the neck or did it even matter? Could they walk in the sunlight, or would they burn right there - you were sure they didn't sparkle like you've seen in Twilight.
Jimin furrows a brow, amused. This was a new one. You were determined to not die, it appears.
"And maybe I...can kill you."
Jimin snarls.
"You can't die!" you protest. "I-It can be a game. I like you and...you can come to like me."
In the centuries that Jimin's lived, no one has ever compromised in such a way.
"Then I wouldn't have to kill anyone else if I can..." you take a deep breath. It was insane to try to make a deal with a vampire on a vengeance. "...kill you. It's not like you'd die."
Jimin licks his lips. You were serious, and he was curious.
"You'd let me have a taste?"
You nod hastily. You're unsure if he would even consider your proposition, but it was worth a try.
Jimin hums, but his lips hover above your neck, nonetheless. "Run." he hisses.
And you do, as fast as you could. You nearly fall a few times but manages. The sky is starting to show some light, but not enough for you to know where you're running, ironically, through the wooded area.
You scream pierce throughout the trees, but it's died down with the sound of the rain. Your back hits a nearby tree and the breath gets knocked out of your chest.
"We did it your way the last time." Jimin's hands are cold against your chin. "We're doing this my way now."
The pain is excruciating for the first couple of seconds, but then you began to feel warm throughout. It was a weird feeling. You felt lighter.
Your hand reaches out to grab Jimin's shirt, clenching tightly.
"Please fuck me."
Jimin licks his lips, shivering in pleasure. Your blood was exquisite.
"As much as I would love to..." Jimin leans back, eyes watching yours. You were intoxicated with the venomous fluid that dripped into your blood. "...I would rather not take advantage."
You gulp.
"And as tempting as your offer is..." Jimin wraps both hands around your neck. Maybe he would come to regret his decision to kill you - but he couldn't allow you to consume him. He snaps your neck and watches as your body drops to the ground lifelessly.
Taehyung watches as the elevator lifts him to the top floor. He has yet to get in contact with Jimin and he's grown upset with the older vampire. To barge into his home and punish him for your actions was uncalled for.
The elevator dings as he reaches the top floor where his office was located. As the door opens, Taehyung's eyes widen at the bloody scene before him.
Blood stained the walls as he trails further inside. He notes bodies of his employees, all dead and gutted. The scene would have disgusted his human form, but he was far from human now. The mess would be hell to clean up, but it wasn't impossible.
"Taehyung..."
Taehyung's head snaps to the side. He tilts his head. "Y/N."
You're dripping wet, possibly from the rain outside. Your clothing is torn and your covered in blood, but not your own.
"I-I...I'm so hungry." you cry, eyes wide with confusion.
Taehyung knew you would be.
When Taehyung met you, he was fascinated by your aura. He was even more fascinated to know you were a serial killer. It was fun, as fucked up as it was, to introduce you to his hyung. You were his favorite blood type, and he was curious on what you'd do. Would you kill him like the others or spare him?
Taehyung got his answer when he hadn't received any word from Jimin. He'd came into work and asked about your night with Jimin and your thoughts about him. You claimed to like him and desired in seeing him again - he sensed no lies from you. You did want to see Jimin again, but you lied about not knowing his whereabouts.
Taehyung was no fool knowing that if you did kill Jimin, that he would come back for you in vengeance. You were interesting nonetheless, and he understood that Jimin also took an interest in you. It was a matter of time before Jimin returned so Taehyung did what he needed to do to make sure Jimin thought twice about killing you.
Taehyung had offered you a drink mixed with blood - Jimin's blood. Vampire blood remained in the system for a week. Witnessing you here confused and hungry, that meant that Jimin had killed you recently.
"I know you are." Taehyung pulls his phone out of his pocket.
"I didn't mean to kill them." You're in front of him fast, not yet understanding how to control your sudden speed. "I-I...they tasted so good."
"Ssshh." Taehyung shushed. "Let me call someone to come get you."
"The police?!" you screech.
"Y/N. You're immortal." Taehyung is amused by your reaction. "No human - man or woman - can stop what you are."
You nod your head and sit down at the nearest table. You're unsure what's happened to you. The last thing you remembered was Jimin biting you and then suddenly you were at work feasting on your coworkers.
"Y/N."
How long have you sat there?
Your head snaps up to come face to face with Jimin and he looked pissed.
Jimin was livid when he received a phone call from Taehyung explaining the situation. He never got anywhere to confront his friend faster than he did now.
You were alive - in a way - and sat before his eyes covered in blood.
"Why'd you do this?" Jimin asks Taehyung, eyes on you.
"Didn't you like her?" Taehyung asks. "I know she likes you."
Jimin sighs.
"I knew you'd kill her if she decided to kill you." Taehyung leans against the wall. "This is the most excitement you had in decades, hyung!"
You lean back against your chair and hiss.
"She's hungry." Jimin notes. And you wouldn't be satisfied unless you learned how to feed and become satisfied.
"She's sired to you." Taehyung murmurs. "Don't ask how I got your blood."
Jimin grunts. Of course, Taehyung was always the mischievous type. You were sired to him like Taehyung was. This could only mean that Taehyung had indeed planned this from the start.
Jimin strolls towards you and shakes his head. "I can never get rid of you, can I?" Jimin brings his wrist up to his mouth and bites until it draws blood. "Drink." he orders, and you do hungrily. Jimin encourages you, gently petting your head.
"Well, lovebirds." Taehyung claps his hands in satisfaction. "I'll be calling the cleaners."
Jimin waits until you're satisfied and full. You lick your lips and stare up - almost innocently - at him.
"A-are you going to kill me?"
Jimin could. You were nothing but a lowlife newborn and he could surely snap your neck while you sat here.
But, you were interesting. The most adrenaline he felt in years.
"No." Jimin murmurs. "You're sired to me now. You can't betray me even if you wanted to."
You nod your head. "What happens now?"
Jimin offers you his hand to take. "Let's go home." he says to you when your hand is in his.
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