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Disclaimer: Dubious consent/Slight noncon is the furthest i will go and although sometimes initially hesitant MC is always of age. Warnings will always be displayed.
Kim Seokjin ✮˚.⋆. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
Glass Garden: Everyone says Kim Seokjin is perfect. Perfect smile. Perfect manners. Perfect lies. But perfection is just another kind of prison—one with roses at the gate and your name etched on the key. YANDERE! s, a
The Pantheon Series:
INFERAEL
You cursed the heavens, and the heavens sent him. Apollo descends — golden, wrathful, and obsessed— to claim the girl who dared defy the sun. In your grief, you become his divine fixation… and his inevitable possession. s, a YANDERE! (On-Going)
The Five Labors
Sun Spoken
Min Yoongi ✦ . . ˚
Unsaid Yoongi: In the quiet between texts, in the space between almost and enough, you built a love story out of crumbs he didn’t know he was leaving. a
The Pantheon Series:
TENEBRIS:
As Above So Below: Promised to a man she did not love, she whispered a prayer in the dark. Hades answered, not with rescue—but with a ring. Now bound to the god beneath the earth, her freedom lies beyond shadowed rites, but Hades holds his chosen as the night cradles stars. a, s YANDERE! (On-Going)
Kim Namjoon ₊˚⊹☆
❤︎ The Dance of the Harlequin: When love forgets how to stay, the wound is not in the leaving — it’s in the echo of every return. a
Acantha: You are Kim Namjoon’s little rose. Even if you don’t want to be. s , a YANDERE!
The Pantheon Series:
KERAUNOS
The first Hyms of Calliope: She sings for joy, not praise. For children, not kings. But Zeus hears her. Watches her. Wants her. He will show her— To be loved by a god is to be claimed by a storm. s, a YANDERE! (On-Going)
Jung Hoseok . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
Peaches & Woes: All you wanted was quiet mornings in your garden—until Jung Hoseok moved in next door and turned your peace into chaos, one stolen peach at a time. f
The Pantheon Series:
PEREGRINE:
The Flight of the Stag: They called you a prodigy of the woods — sharp-eyed, steel-hearted, faster than even the wolves. And he is the silent god cloaked in silver light, who watches you from the dark pines with a bow at his back and blood on his palms. a,s YANDERE! (On-Going)
Park Jimin ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚
Rug Burn: Park Jimin is the vein for your existence. He’s also your partner for a class project. a (slight)
❤︎ Heirloom of a Hoax: You fake being your twin to join the boys’ team. The catch? Park Jimin—your hot, clueless roommate. f
The Pantheon Series:
AMORENT
He heard her song in the forest and followed, unseen. She sang for no one, yet he listened like it was a prayer. Eros does not fall — he chooses. And once chosen, she would never be free of him. a, s YANDERE! (On-Going)
Of Honey and Hemlock
The Breaking of the Harp
Kim Taehyung ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ °⭒˚｡⋆
Upon Each Morning: Y/N forgets everything at midnight. Taehyung remembers enough for the both of them. a, f
Hushed Reliquary: You were born deaf, mute, and endlessly kind. Taehyung was loud, cruel, and too popular to care. a, f
❤︎ Soulstitch: He promised to protect you when the world fell apart. And he kept that promise. Quietly , completely, piece by piece. a (you will cry)
❤︎ Tether | Two | Blurb: Taehyung has always been there—watchful, constant, impossibly close. As the promise of marriage looms, you begin to see the truth behind his steady gaze. He was never just waiting; he was claiming. s, a YANDERE!-ish (Complete)
The Pantheon Series
THALARIAN
You were born with salt in your veins and wind in your hair, a lighthouse girl cradled by tides and raised by the hush of waves—unaware that from the depths, a god with storm-eyes watched you grow, and claimed you long before you knew what it meant to be wanted. a, s YANDERE! (On-Going)
The Lighthouse Girl
Gaze of the Hippocampus
Jeon Jungkook ִ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
Terms & Conditions: You are not in love with Jeon Jungkook. He's always been a side character in your life. The one guy who's always there, regardless of how painfully obvious he is, you've never caught a clue. That is until a certain wager changes everything. f
Top of The Class: He’s top of the class. Star athlete, perfect scores, everyone’s favorite golden boy. And you? You’re the only one who’s ever dared to challenge him. Now it’s war—or something dangerously close to love. a,f
The Labyrinth You spoke the wrong words and opened the wrong door. Now you’re trapped in his world, and the Goblin King has no intention of letting you go. a,f (Discontinued)
❤︎ Florally Yours, Dr. Doom: She’s building a death ray. He brought her flowers. This wasn’t supposed to be a love story. f
❤︎ Vigil | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4| Part 5 | Part 6 :He’s the heir. You’re the help. You were taught to serve. Jungkook was never taught limits. Now he wants you—and he doesn’t plan to ask twice. a, s YANDERE! (On-Going)
❤︎ Ace | Part 2 | Final | He was just another criminal on your list — cold, untouchable, dangerous. But the moment you walked into that room, Jungkook forgot every crime he ever committed and started planning a new one: making you his. a, s YANDERE! (Complete)
❤︎ Roulette | Part 2 | Part 3: You were the undefeated queen of the tables—calm, cunning, and untouchable. That was before Jeon Jungkook transferred in, smiling like sin and playing like the devil. a, s YANDERE!
The Pantheon Series
INCARDANINE
When the God of War sets his eyes on a mortal sworn to another, the battlefield is no longer land or sea—but her body, her vow, and how long she can withstand his obsession. a, s YANDERE! (On-Going)
Does anyone know what this story is called? It’s a jungkook fic where he’s like obsessed with the triangle (the instrument) and he has a big crush on mc.
hey, I noticed that you haven’t been posting on your blog for a while, so I just wanted to check in. I really enjoy your posts, and I hope you’re doing okay
Hii!! Thank you I appreciate this sm. I’ve been focusing on finding a new job as I was laid off a month back :) but I would like to get back into posting to relieve some stress. I still do enjoy writing and have mostly just been reading so far. I’m working on a new roulette chapter that’s been taking me a long time lmfaoo, but I will also release a recs list bcs that will give yall a bunch of stuff to read from that is similar to the stories I create :).
I LOVED ROULETTE!!’ I saw that your reqs were open and if you don’t mind, could I ask for Prince jungkook (or any member really) x a palace worker? Could be a maid or a female knight or something
(Would love love love it too if it was yandere!)
Here you go!
I decided to do a Fae prince take on this, bcs why not :) Hopefully you enjoy!
YOUR NAME J.JK
dark fantasy romance, yandere themes, fae mythology, obsessive/possessive love, power imbalance, magic coercion, true name binding, dubious consent, captivity,stalking, jealousy, reinstated harem, court politics, psychological manipulation, magic control of body, bite/marking, toxic devotion, angst, morally grey characters, stubborn MC x possessive Jungkook,
The hike was supposed to be easy.
Just you, the trees, and a late autumn sky that looked like it had been brushed in pale watercolor.
You hadn’t planned to go far—just a few miles into the state forest near your hometown. The air was crisp, the ground damp from last night’s rain. You had music in your earbuds, your camera slung across your shoulder, and the blissful kind of solitude that made your lungs feel big and light.
You didn’t see when the world began to change.
At first, it was subtle—the birdsong faded, the rustle of leaves quieted. You stopped to look around, suddenly aware of how still everything felt. The air had a weight to it now, faintly sweet and metallic.
Then you heard it.
A low, wet growl.
Your heart dropped into your stomach. You turned slowly, eyes straining to find the source. Between two moss-covered trees, something crouched, a thing with too many teeth, skin like stretched shadow, and eyes that glowed the color of rot.
You froze.
It didn’t.
The creature moved in a blur, and you ran before you could think, crashing through ferns, ducking low branches, your boots slipping on slick leaves. The growl followed, growing louder, closer, until you swore you could feel its breath on your neck.
You weren’t on a trail anymore. You weren’t anywhere you recognized. The forest twisted around you—trees taller, bark glimmering faintly in the dim light. Your lungs screamed for air.
Then- out of nowhere- he appeared.
A man stepped into your path, but no man you’d ever seen before. His presence was a blow to the senses; sharp, unreal, beautiful in a way that felt dangerous. His hair was black with hints of midnight blue, loose around a face cut from marble and sin. His eyes; gold, slit-pupiled, looked at you like you were prey, like you were treasure.
Before you could even gasp, he lifted his hand. The air shimmered.
The monster skidded to a halt several yards away, let out an ear-splitting shriek, and then fled back into the darkness between the trees.
Your chest heaved as you turned back to him. “What - who-?”
His mouth curved into a slow, knowing smile. “You’re in my realm, little human.” His voice was warm honey over cold steel. “And my lands do not forgive trespass.”
You shook your head, trembling. “I didn’t mean to—”
“I know.” He took a step closer, and your body went still without you meaning to. “But you would have died if I hadn’t found you.” His gaze slid over you like it was mapping every inch. “I can keep you safe.”
You blinked, unsure if you could trust your own voice. “How?”
He tilted his head. “Give me your true name.”
“My… name?”
“Not the one you offer strangers. The one you were born with. The one tied to your soul.” His smile deepened, sharp at the edges. “Give it to me, and you will never know fear again.”
It sounded… strange. But if that was all he wanted, just your name, what harm could it do? You were still shaking from the chase, still tasting copper in your mouth.
“Y/N,” you said quietly.
The moment the word left your lips, it felt like something invisible tightened around your chest. His eyes lit with something bright and hungry.
“Perfect,” he murmured, almost reverent. “Now you are mine.”
You took a step back. “What—what do you mean, mine?”
“I own your name now.” He reached out, brushing a knuckle along your cheek, and your body didn’t move away even though your mind screamed to. “Without it, you cannot leave my lands. You cannot disobey me. You will be safe here… because I will make sure you never leave.”
The forest around you shifted again, brighter colors, stranger shapes, and behind him, in the distance, you could see something vast and gleaming. A palace of crystal and shadow, waiting.
Your pulse thundered. “No—I just wanted you to help me get back—”
He smiled, and it was both beautiful and cruel. “And I will help you. Back to my palace. Back to where you belong now.”
When you tried to take another step back, the air turned thick and heavy, as if unseen hands pressed you forward toward him.
“You’re mine now, little human,” he said softly, almost tenderly, as his fingers curled around yours. “And I will never let you go.”
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The journey to his palace felt like walking through a dream you couldn’t wake from.
The forest changed with every step you took at his side—trees stretching impossibly tall, their leaves shimmering like spun glass, flowers breathing out silver mist. Strange creatures peered from the undergrowth: some delicate and glowing, some sharp and watching with predator eyes.
Your legs wanted to stop moving. Your chest wanted to scream. But the moment you even thought about slowing, his voice brushed over you like velvet and steel.
“Keep walking, Y/N.”
Your body obeyed before your mind caught up. You stumbled forward, heart pounding.
When you glanced at him, he was smiling, gentle, almost fond, but there was something in his eyes that told you he’d noticed. That he’d done it on purpose.
The palace rose ahead like something out of an old fairy tale, if fairy tales had teeth. Towers of crystal pierced the sky, their spires curling like frozen flame. The gates shimmered with a light that didn’t feel like sunlight.
Inside, the halls were vast and echoing, floors of obsidian polished until they reflected the chandelier glow above. Everything smelled faintly of sweet wine and something older, wilder.
You barely had time to take it in before he stopped in the center of the entrance hall and turned to you.
“This is your home now.”
“I didn’t agree to that—”
He stepped close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. “Y/N.”
The sound of your name in his mouth was unlike anything you’d felt before, it wrapped around your ribs, slid down your spine, locked into place like an unseen collar. Your lungs tightened.
“Come here.”
You walked to him. You didn’t want to, but you did, your body ignoring every desperate scream your mind gave it.
His fingers brushed your cheek, slow and possessive. “See? You don’t have to think anymore. You don’t have to worry. You will always do what I say, and I will always keep you safe.”
“This isn’t safety,” you whispered.
“It is,” he said softly, leaning down until his golden eyes filled your vision. “You just don’t know it yet.”
He led you—because of course you followed—through halls lined with windows that opened onto gardens lit by moons you didn’t recognize. Eventually, you reached a chamber so lavish it made your stomach twist: a bed draped in midnight silk, a vanity carved from ivory, a balcony looking out onto the endless, shimmering forest.
“This is yours,” he said. “Everything you want, you will have. But you will not leave these lands. Not without me. Not ever.”
You clenched your fists. “And if I try?”
The faintest smile curved his mouth. “You won’t.”
You tried to look away, but he murmured your name again, low, smooth, and your chin tilted up to meet his gaze without your consent.
“That’s the beauty of our bond,” he said, thumb stroking your lower lip. “I don’t have to chain you. You carry my leash inside you.”
You felt dizzy. “Why me?”
His eyes softened, though the hunger in them didn’t fade. “Because I love you.” The way he said it made your skin crawl and your heart stutter all at once. “And fae love, little human, doesn’t let go.”
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You hadn’t realized until you walked among them that Jungkook was not an exception, he was a warning.
The other fae you met in his court were just as tall, just as impossibly beautiful, just as wrong. They moved with the fluidity of wind over water, their voices like music threaded with knives. They bowed to Jungkook, eyes full of reverence—or fear—but when they looked at you, their curiosity was sharp enough to cut.
“This is her?” one of them murmured to another, a male whose hair shone like molten silver.
“The human,” a woman with skin like frost said, tilting her head. “He bound her already?”
Bound. The word made your stomach twist.
Jungkook’s hand settled on the small of your back. “Yes,” he said simply, his voice warm and claiming. “She’s mine.”
The others exchanged looks—some amused, some envious. You felt like you were standing in a den of predators wearing a ribbon instead of armor.
They led you through a moonlit hall where every surface glimmered faintly. Fae music drifted from somewhere unseen—slow, winding, and intoxicating.
You kept your gaze on the ground, willing yourself to fade into the shadows. That was when you heard it.
“Y/N.”
The sound of your name in his voice slid over you like silk dipped in honey, pulling something deep in your chest taut. You stiffened.
“Look at me,” Jungkook said.
Your chin lifted before you could stop it, your eyes locking with his golden ones.
“Come here.”
You stepped forward, pulse thundering in your ears.
He smiled faintly, and in the next breath, his hand was cupping your cheek. “Kiss me.”
Your heart seized. Your will screamed. You could feel every muscle in your body straining against the command—but the magic threaded through your name burned hotter than your resistance.
Your lips brushed his.
He made a low, pleased sound, deepening it before pulling back just enough to murmur, “Good girl.”
You jerked away the second you had control again, chest heaving. “Stop doing that.”
“I could,” he said softly, “but why would I? It’s the easiest way to get what I want from you.”
His hand slid down to your wrist, thumb stroking lazily as if to soothe you. “And besides,” his eyes glinted, “you look so lovely when you’re fighting yourself for me.”
You tried not to react, but he said your name again, slow this time, tasting each syllable, and your body swayed forward despite your grip on the edge of the table beside you.
“Touch me,” he commanded.
Your fingers curled into his sleeve before your mind caught up, and his smile turned almost tender.
“See?” Jungkook murmured. “You can’t help it. You belong to me, and I belong to you. That’s all there is now.”
The others in the hall had stopped to watch, their unreadable expressions making heat crawl up your neck. You wanted to shove him away, to spit in his face, to do something—but your own body betrayed you again when he said your name once more, pulling you back into his orbit like gravity.
And he looked down at you as though nothing in the world had ever pleased him more.
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You avoided him for the rest of the day.
Or… you tried.
It wasn’t easy to disappear in a palace that was as much his as the air was. Every corridor curved back to him eventually, every glance from the other fae reminded you that you were the mortal pet of their prince.
You stayed in the upper gardens as the sun dipped into the horizon, hidden in the shadow of a massive flowering tree whose petals glowed faintly in the dusk. The air was still and thick with perfume. For a moment, you could almost pretend you were alone.
Then his voice slid into your ear like a blade dipped in sugar.
“Found you.”
You spun, heart slamming. He stood just behind you, not even pretending to keep his distance. The moonlight turned his hair to midnight silk, his eyes molten gold that seemed to see straight into your bones.
Before you could speak, he leaned in, his mouth so close to your ear you could feel the shape of every word.
“Try again,” he murmured.
You blinked. “What?”
“Run. Resist. Fight me.” His breath was warm, almost intimate. “I like watching you try. It excites me to break you every time.”
Your stomach twisted. “You’re sick.”
“Mm.” His smile was audible in the hum he gave. “And you’re mine.”
You shoved past him—actually managing two steps before he said your name.
It was like invisible chains yanked tight around your ribs. Your body locked, your breath caught, and then—like a marionette—your feet turned you back toward him.
The other fae were gathering along the marble path now, curious eyes glittering in the half-light. They leaned against columns and carved railings, watching the mortal who dared to test their prince.
Jungkook’s head tilted as he regarded you, one hand tucked behind his back, the other curling in a loose beckon. “Come here.”
Your muscles screamed to stay put. You gritted your teeth until your jaw ached. But one foot moved. Then the other. The fight burned hot in your chest, but the magic burned hotter.
When you stood before him, he reached out and brushed his knuckles over your cheek. “Good. Again.”
“No.”
“Y/N.”
Your knees nearly buckled as your hand lifted toward him without permission, palm flattening against the steady rise and fall of his chest.
“That’s it,” he whispered, leaning closer until his forehead touched yours. “Do you feel it? The way your soul bends for me? It’s beautiful.”
Tears pricked your eyes—hot, furious. “Stop.”
He smiled like you’d just told him the sweetest thing. “Why would I stop when you make the most exquisite face right before you give in?”
Around you, the fae court murmured like an audience at a theater, some smirking, some whispering to one another. And still, his voice wrapped around you like silk and iron, pulling, coaxing, owning.
“You’ll try again tomorrow,” Jungkook said softly, thumb brushing away a tear before it could fall. “And the day after that. And I’ll break you each time, until even the thought of resisting me is gone.”
The most terrifying part wasn’t the threat.
It was how certain you were that he meant every word.
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You didn’t know what finally pushed you over the edge.
Maybe it was the constant tug-of-war between your will and his magic. Maybe it was the way the other fae looked at you like a fascinating pet, an oddity that would never be one of them. Maybe it was simply the exhaustion of being hunted, caught, and kept.
That night, you tried to run.
You waited until the palace was quiet, slipping barefoot through the halls, moving as silently as you could. The moonlight spilled through tall windows, painting the marble floors in silver. The gates to the outer gardens glimmered ahead—your one chance to disappear into the strange, endless forest and somehow find your way back to your world.
You made it three steps past the threshold before his voice fell from the shadows.
“Y/N.”
The sound was gentle, almost soft—but it might as well have been a command shouted in your ear. Your body froze. Your lungs locked.
You turned slowly.
He was leaning against the gate, dressed in black that shimmered faintly with the light, looking for all the world like he had been waiting for you to try this. His expression wasn’t angry—it was worse. Calm.
“Do you know what happens when my pet tries to run?”
You didn’t answer.
Jungkook pushed off the gate and closed the distance between you with unhurried steps. His hand found the back of your neck, tilting your chin up until your eyes met his.
“I have to remind her who she belongs to.”
You opened your mouth to spit something back—but he said your name again, and your knees went weak. You ended up pressed against the cold stone wall, his body a cage around yours.
His mouth brushed your jaw. “I could have dragged you back in front of everyone, but I wanted this moment to be ours.” His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. “You want to fight me? Fight me from here.”
It was suffocating—the heat of him, the scent of wildflowers and storm wind clinging to his skin, the invisible pull of his command holding you in place. You tried to turn your face away, but his hand caught your jaw, holding you steady.
And then—without knowing why—you kissed him.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t surrender. It was a clash of frustration and inevitability, your lips pressed to his because you hated that you wanted to, hated that you couldn’t stop.
When you pulled back, breathing hard, his eyes were molten. “You’ll kiss me again,” he murmured.
“No.”
“Y/N.”
Your lips met his again before the word had fully faded.
When he finally let you breathe, you whispered against his mouth, “You can’t keep me here forever.”
His smile was slow, unbearably fond. “I can,” he said simply, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And I will.”
That was what broke you. The quiet certainty in his voice. The knowledge that he wasn’t boasting—he was telling the truth.
The tears came hot and sudden, spilling over your cheeks. He caught them with his thumb, his expression softening into something almost tender.
“Shhh, little human.” His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight against him, the silk of his voice threading into your ears. “You’ll understand, one day. You’ll thank me.”
And in the cold moonlight, in the arms of the fae prince who owned your name, you cried—knowing he would never, ever let you go.
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The banquet hall was full of light and laughter—if you could call the strange, lilting sounds the fae made laughter. The air was heavy with the scent of strange fruits and wine the color of spilled rubies, candles floating high above the table without flame or smoke.
And you… you were in Jungkook’s lap.
The throne at the head of the long table was carved from black crystal, sharp yet beautiful, and he sat in it like a king born from shadow and moonlight. You sat sideways across his knees, your back pressed to his arm, his other hand curled possessively at your hip.
You had been kissing him for what felt like an hour.
At first, you’d tried to pull away, subtle at first, then with more intent, but every time you even thought about it, he murmured your name against your lips, and the magic pulled you back like a leash around your ribs.
So you kept kissing him. Slow, languid, almost dazed from the constant press of his mouth.
The other fae at the banquet noticed, of course. They laughed, whispered, drank their glittering wine while sneaking glances at you; the mortal bound to their prince, unable to stop even in front of them. Some smirked, some looked at you with open hunger, others with thinly veiled pity.
Jungkook didn’t seem to care. If anything, he enjoyed it. Every time you shifted uncomfortably, his thumb would stroke your hip in a soothing, possessive circle, as if to say be still, they’re only seeing what’s mine.
When his lips finally left yours, your lungs pulled in air so fast it made you dizzy.
His mouth was redder than usual, a glint of satisfaction in his golden eyes as he studied your breathless state. He didn’t look away from you when he spoke, even though his voice carried easily over the table.
“I want more of you tonight,” he murmured low enough for only you to hear.
You swallowed, still trying to catch your breath. “…More?”
His smile was slow and sure. “Your body. Your warmth. All of you.” His fingers flexed on your hip, drawing you just a fraction closer. “You’ll give it to me. You’ll give me everything.”
Your heart pounded—not just from the hours-long kiss, but from the way his certainty left no space for refusal.
Around you, the fae kept drinking, talking, pretending not to watch the way you stilled in his lap at those words. But you could feel their attention, the way predators always notice the moment prey realizes the trap has already sprung.
Jungkook’s gaze softened slightly, though the hunger in it remained. “Finish your wine,” he said, brushing your lower lip with his thumb, “and then we’ll go somewhere quieter. I don’t want to share even the sight of you anymore tonight.”
And with that, he leaned in again, his breath warm against your cheek, making it clear that the next time he took your mouth, he wouldn’t be letting go nearly so soon.
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I might make a part 2 of this, i kept this one non-smut because i wasn't sure if your request included that! but if that is wanted in a part 2 I could be convinced.
The recorder’s red eye blinks like a tired heartbeat. The mirrored wall holds its breath. Somewhere beyond it, a legal advisor pretends not to lean closer, and a clerk times each pause down to the second.
You sit where suspects sit. Where informants sit. Where, for six months after the yacht, your friends refused to sit at all.
Detective-Inspector Seo flips to a fresh page, pen poised. “It’s been six months since you returned—” he consults the paper, careful with the word, “were released from your rendezvous with Jeon Jungkook.” A neutral glance. “You understand why we’re doing this again.”
“I do,” you say. Your voice is steady. The trick is to breathe before you speak.
He clicks the recorder. “State your name for the record.”
You give it. You don’t stumble. You don’t say the name he trained into your mouth at night.
“Friends Minji Kang and Hari Jin were released that same evening from the vessel’s main deck. Both declined to press charges and have refused formal statements.” Seo’s tone is mild, but the question is barbed: why won’t even your best friends talk? “They remain adamant that ‘nothing happened.’”
You keep your gaze on the glass. “They were scared.”
“Of whom?”
“Not me.”
A line appears between his brows, then smooths. “Let’s start at the beginning. You receive a call. Your friends say they’re on a yacht. You go to the private dock. Then?”
“Then I woke up in a private suite.”
The word lands cleanly. You’ve practiced it. Suite. Not cell. Suites have keycards and fruit bowls. Cells have drains.
Seo nods. “Describe it.”
You lean back like you’re pulling a file from memory, not building a set from blueprints and a handful of careful truths. “Soundproof. Too cold. Air that smelled like chlorine. No windows I could open. Someone left food. I barely saw him for the first few weeks.”
Him, like you might forget the name. He notices. You let him.
“Bathroom?” he asks.
“Marble. Camera dead center of the ceiling.” You give him the details that prove you want him to catch Jungkook. The screws were hex. The towels were heavy. The door handle stuck when the humidity rose. “The suite was somewhere inland. Or staged to feel that way. I couldn’t hear water.”
You could hear water. The floor hummed in a way only boats do, like a heartbeat trapped in wood. At night, waves pressed secrets against the hull. You keep that.
“Did Jungkook visit?” Seo’s pen hovers.
“Twice. Maybe three times.” You let your mouth shape a careful waver. “He was… disinterested. Always in a rush. He’d ask if I was eating. He’d take my trays.”
“And in six months you never learned where you were.”
You let out the smallest laugh. “He built a life on not being found.”
Seo studies you. The glass studies back.
He tries a different angle. “When you returned, when you were found—” he corrects himself, making the lie tidier for you, “there were no restraints. No injuries beyond superficial bruising. No verifiable trauma markers. You refused hospital intake. Why?”
“I wanted my apartment,” you say. You wanted a lock he didn’t own. A sink that didn’t remember his hands. “I wanted a shower. And I knew whatever I’d give you that night would be noise. I needed to separate what happened from what I could prove.”
“What could you prove?”
“Almost nothing.” You spread your hands, empty. “He doesn’t leave fingerprints. He doesn’t use names. He doesn’t stand near cameras unless he wants to be a ghost on tape.” You glance at the recorder; the red light blinks once, like agreement. “When he was there, which was rare, he was… polite. Bored. He asked about work, about my mother.” Your eyes soften at a phantom that isn’t your mother. “He was careful.”
He was never bored. He watched you eat like people watch fires. He asked about your mother because he already knew the answers, and he liked hearing what you’d choose to keep. You don’t say that. The trick with lying to cops is to give them a shape that holds their own assumptions.
Seo shifts to the timeline. “One hundred and eighty-four days unaccounted for. Six months home. No contact since?”
“No,” you say, and it’s almost true. No messages anyone else could see. No calls from numbers that exist. Just the weight of a gaze that arrives before you open a door. Just the ace of hearts that turned up once in your pocket as if you’d put it there yourself. Just the absence that feels like a hand.
He flips to a page that smells like printer heat. “We’ve subpoenaed marina ledgers, private flight manifests, fuel logs. Either his name never appears or it appears five minutes after he leaves. Shells inside shells. We can’t even prove the yacht was his.”
“That’s because it wasn’t,” you say, and you allow yourself a small, tired smile. “It was everybody’s and nobody’s. A registry that changed flags with the wind.”
He watches that smile like a crack in a door. “You were one of the best profilers in the unit. You’re young, but your instincts are… respected.” He chooses respected because feared would make this a different conversation. “Off the record,” he lies, with the recorder running, “what do you think he is now? Dead? Gone?”
“Hungry,” you say before you can help it. You recover. “Careless, maybe. That’s how people like him get caught.”
“People like him,” he echoes. “And people like you?”
You don’t blink. “I came back.”
He lets time move across the table, slow enough to make the chair creak. “I have to ask this,” he says, and the shape of the ask blooms in the glass. “Were you coerced into protecting him? Threats? Promises? Debt?”
“You mean did he turn me?” Your mouth makes a line that looks like hurt. Looks like how dare you. “No.”
“Then why are your answers so… curated?”
Because lies that save a life have to be beautiful. Because the truth would light a path he could follow back to you or—worse—the other way around. Because some promises are iron and some are silk and both cut when they tighten.
You rub your thumb over a faint scar on your wrist. He sees it. “Zip ties,” you say before he can ask. “From the dock. The night you say I rendezvoused.” You give the word back to him, blade turned sideways.
He nods, half apology, half checkmark.
“We can keep you on protection,” he offers after a page of nothing. “Quiet. No uniforms. A car that follows your car that you pretend you don’t see.”
“You already do,” you say gently. “It won’t matter.”
“Why not?”
“Because if he wants to be found, you’ll find him in a day.” You meet his eyes. “And if he doesn’t, you won’t find me either.”
The silence that follows that is not the silence of a room; it’s the silence of a decision no one wants to write down.
Seo changes tack, back to safe ground, to narrative. “Walk me through the first week again. You wake in the suite. The meals, the schedule, any routine.”
You give him a story sturdy enough to audit. Three meals delivered through a mute slot. Lights that dimmed on a timer you never cracked. A cleaning crew you never saw. A guard who hummed the same four bars of an old pop song on Tuesdays. Once, a newspaper left on a chair with the date torn off. Twice, a doctor who never touched you with bare hands. And him “rarely” - who wore a different watch every time and never a cologne you could name.
He lets you talk. He wants the texture of captivity because texture feels like truth.
You do not tell him about the way the door opened before you reached it, how the fresh air on the other side smelled like him. You do not tell him about the shape his absence took, an imprint heavier than his presence. You do not tell him about the nights the ocean stilled and the world shrank to a palm against your ankle under silk.
You keep the lie humane. That’s how it lives.
The interview lengthens and frays. Seo circles back to old points the way tired men do when they’re hoping a thread will snag. You offer a weary ally’s patience. You nod where victims nod. You hold the paper cup of water with both hands because it trembles less that way.
“This helps,” he says at last, meaning he has nothing new. Meaning you’ve given him a box with six neat sides and no air. “We’ll be in touch.”
“Of course.”
He stops the recorder. The room exhales.
On the way out, you catch your reflection in the mirror. You look intact. You look like someone the city might believe.
Your phone buzzes when the elevator doors close. No name. No number. Just a calendar notification that isn’t on your calendar. Tide at 2:17. You delete it without opening and suddenly understand that no one in the building will find it in logs. It never existed for anyone but you.
In the lobby, Minji and Hari wait on a bench, shoulder to shoulder like girls at a bus stop. They don’t ask how it went. They never do. Minji peels the label on a water bottle to shreds. Hari’s eyes live on the revolving door.
“Coffee?” you offer, performing normal.
“Not hungry,” Hari murmurs.
“Me either,” Minji echoes, though she is.
Outside, the city is everything it ever was, honking and impatient and lit from angles that flatter no one. Your badge sits heavy in your bag. Your hands are steady. Your story is clean.
Behind you, a man you respect files your statement under cooperative. He writes: Subject appears forthcoming. No clear indicators of coercion. Reinterview in 60 days.
He will not notice that you described the suite’s lamp switch as a toggle when that hotel chain uses dimmer dials. He will not notice that you called the floors decking once and corrected to flooring too fast. He will not notice the pattern you tapped with your ring against the metal chair. three, one, four. over and over, like a metronome that keeps time for someone else.
You step into daylight, and for a second the harbor wind cuts through the exhaust. You taste salt.
“Let it go,” Minji whispers without looking at you.
“I have,” you lie, gently.
Because that’s what the interview was: a beautiful lie with smooth edges. A gift-wrapped absence. A road map with one street missing, the only one that matters.
And somewhere not far enough from here, a stoic man with a ruined smile listens to your tape through a wall and decides, for now, to keep letting you pretend.
YES YES I KNOW IM SORRY. I just like im not gonna lie guys im finishing it out of loyalty but like I feel like its not my best work so the passion for writing it is low but I SWEAR IT WILL BE FINISHED.
You first met Jeon Jungkook on a playground when he solemnly traded you half a Capri Sun for your last gummy bear. You gave him the whole pack anyway. He declared you a “cheater” and then sat next to you for the next eleven years.
Now you’re nineteen, sunshine in a hoodie, and he’s the neighborhood tsundere who thinks feelings are DLC. He’s also your best friend. Unfortunately (for him), he’s also in love with you. Even more unfortunate (for him), he refuses to admit it like it’s a subscription service and he doesn’t want to put in his credit card.
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Scene 1: the convenience store arc
“Don’t get the blue slushie,” Jungkook says, hands in pocket, round glasses reflecting the freezer lights. “You get brain freeze and act like you’re seeing God.”
You beam at him. “You notice the little things.”
He looks away so hard his neck cracks. “I notice how annoying you are.”
(Translation: I have a folder in my brain labeled Things That Make Her Smile. It is alphabetized.)
You push the door open with your hip and the bell rings like a tiny carnival. Jungkook side-quests to the ramen aisle and pretends he isn’t also grabbing your favorite honey-butter chips. When you catch him, he tucks the bag behind his back like contraband.
“It’s not for you.”
“Okay.”
He glares. “It’s not.”
“Okayyy.”
“Stop smiling.”
You are incapable.
At the register, he taps his phone to pay before you can even scan yours. “I owe you like… a thousand dollars,” you say.
“You can Venmo me.”
“I tried. You keep declining.”
“Because I—” he starts, then aborts the sentence like it’s a spam call. “Because your descriptions are embarrassing.”
To be fair, last time you wrote: FOR BEING THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE 💖 . The time before that: payment for you tolerating me (sexy).
His ears go pink. He shoves the receipt at you. “Hold this.”
You do. You would hold the moon if he asked, which is unfortunate (for you), because he would absolutely say “Don’t be weird” and then Google “how to buy the moon.”
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Scene 2: group chat, the greek chorus
[Chaotic Friends (7)]
Jimin: sooooooooo how are my two favorite idiots
You: we’re at the store! koo keeps bullying me out of the blue slushie
Taehyung: he is protecting your brain cells which are few and precious
Jungkook: I can see this chat
Hobi: i love the friends to lovers slow burn vibe you guys give
Yoongi: confess or perish
Jungkook: who.
Jimin: you.
Jungkook: blocked.
Namjoon: can you both pick up AA batteries
Jungkook: no
You: yes 😊
Jungkook: okay fine we can
Jimin: whipped.
Jungkook: I’m not whipped I just hate inefficiency
Taehyung: he’s whipped
Yoongi: tragically sous-vide
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Scene 3: the lecture hall incident
You choose the only empty seats: one at the end, one next to it. Jungkook takes the aisle like a guard dog with a 4.0 GPA. Midway through the professor’s talk, a random guy you barely know leans over your chair.
“Hey, you’re in my lab section, right? Want to study together later?”
Before you can answer, Jungkook’s arm materializes on the back of your chair like an eclipse. “She’s busy.”
The guy blinks. “Doing… what?”
“Not you.”
“Jungkook,” you whisper, amused. “That was rude.”
“You’re right,” he says, deadpan. He leans toward the guy again. “Sorry. She’s busy… not you.”
The guy retreats, vanquished by customer service with malice.
You poke Jungkook’s sleeve. “You’re funny when you’re jealous.”
He chokes. “What.”
“Jealous,” you repeat, rolling the word like candy. “J-e-l—”
His pen explodes ink on his fingers. He stares at his hand like betrayal. “You’re delusional.”
“You put your arm around me.”
“I was stretching.”
“You sniffed my hair.”
“I had… something in my nose.”
“Your true feelings?”
He doesn’t look at you for the rest of class, which would be more convincing if his knee wasn’t pressed against yours like it forgot the memo.
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Scene 4: childhood flashback speed montage
• Age 8: Jungkook tells you your shoelaces are dumb and then kneels to tie them for you. He makes bunny ears. You clap. He gets so red he looks like a tomato in witness protection.
• Age 12: You cry because someone called your art “weird.” Jungkook says, “It is weird,” and then quietly takes every drawing you’ve ever given him and puts them in a binder labeled Portfolio. When you see it years later, there are tabs. There is an index.
• Age 16: He says, “You can’t just let people walk all over you,” immediately lays his hoodie on a puddle so you can step over it.
• Age 19: He tells everyone he doesn’t like parties and shows up to yours early to set up chairs, late to clean confetti, and somehow “doesn’t like parties” again the next morning.
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Scene 5: pretending-not-to-date, accidentally dating
It starts as a bit. Everything with Jungkook starts as a bit that evolves like a Pokémon into an emotion.
You say, “Let’s pretend to be a couple so people stop asking questions.”
He says, “We don’t have to.”
“Why?”
“Because no one’s asking me questions,” he lies. People ask him questions all the time: Are you and Y/N together? He answers, No, in Times New Roman, then spends an hour uninstalling and reinstalling his feelings.
Eventually he shrugs. “Fine. For efficiency.”
What begins as fake hand-holding becomes real hand-warming because your fingers are cold and his are callused from guitar and stubbornness. What begins as a staged Instagram photo becomes his lock screen that he refuses to show anyone (he shows Jimin, who screams; Jungkook tackles him like a linebacker with shame).
You start calling him “Koo” in front of people and he says, “Don’t,” but when you stop, he looks like you kicked his puppy. You start again. He glares at the floor in relief.
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Scene 6: the jealousy speedrun (boss level)
At a friend’s game night, some guy named Jay sits too close to you during charades. He smells like a cologne sample and hubris. You laugh at his impression of Timothee Chalamet. Jungkook does not.
Later, while you’re cutting brownies in the kitchen, Jay leans against the counter. “So, what are you doing after this?”
“Sleeping,” you say.
“We could, like, not.”
Before you can respond, the plate of brownies slides away. So does the counter. Because Jungkook has physically picked you up by your hips and rotated you like a pizza.
“Kitchen’s closed,” he says to Jay, who leaves behind the scent of rejected ambition.
You stare at Jungkook. “Koo.”
“What.”
“You can’t just pick me up like I’m a cat.”
He swallows. “You’re… small.”
“So is dynamite.”
“Exactly!” He stops, recalibrates. “No. I mean. That’s not what I meant.”
You put your hands on his shoulders. He pretends this is standard. It is not standard. His heart starts doing the We Will Rock You beat.
“Why does it bug you when people flirt with me?”
“It doesn’t.”
“Jay literally didn’t get to finish his sentence.”
“He uses three-in-one shampoo.”
“So do you.”
“Yes but the expensive one,” he says, then immediately regrets saying it out loud.
You raise your eyebrows.
He exhales, looks everywhere but you: the ceiling lamp, the sink sponge, the existential void. “I don’t like it because… it makes me think, like, maybe you’ll—” His voice goes quiet. “—forget about me.”
You are a human sunbeam. You cup his jaw and force him to meet your eyes. “Never.”
He melts for exactly half a second, then freezes back into Jungkook Classic. “Anyway,” he mutters, ears pinking. “The brownies are overbaked.”
“You ate three.”
“To be sure.”
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Scene 7: the almost-confession (windows xp error sound)
After game night, you walk home under streetlights, your knuckles brushing. The night feels like a secret.
“Koo,” you say.
“Don’t call me— okay.”
“I like you.”
He trips over absolutely nothing, recovers like an anime protagonist, and pretends it didn’t happen. “Everyone likes me.”
“I like-like you.”
Silence. Somewhere, a cricket clocks out.
His mouth opens. Closes. Reopens like he’s buffering. His eyebrows are having a small war with gravity.
“It’s not like I like you back or anything,” he says, as if the last eleven years have been a prank.
You smile. “Okay.”
“Stop saying okay.”
“What should I say?”
He looks panicked. “I don’t know. Say ‘prove it.’”
“Prove it.”
His whole brain blue-screens. “I— I… okay.”
“Okay?”
“Stop saying okay!”
“Okay.”
He inhales like he’s about to dive. Then: “I like you.” He says it fast, like he’s ripping off a Band-Aid. “A lot. It’s bothersome.”
“It bothers you?”
“It bothers me how much I want you to be happy,” he says, helpless. “It bothers me that your laugh makes my chest feel like goo. It bothers me that I miss you even when you’re right next to me.”
You stare at him, heart doing donuts. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said.”
“Don’t tell anyone I said it,” he says, and you burst into laughter so bright he actually smiles—full and unguarded and boyish.
“Too late,” Jimin says from behind the hydrangea bush, where the entire friend group is crouched like wildlife photographers. A phone flashes. “Proof!” Hoseok stumbles and asks how did Jimin transport us here?
Jungkook makes a noise only dogs can hear. Everyone sprints. He does not chase them only because you are holding his sleeve.
“Hi,” you say softly.
“Hi,” he answers, softly back.
You take his hand. This time he squeezes on purpose.
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Scene 8: the soft launch, hard launch, public beta
Soft launch: hands in the same frame holding iced coffees. Caption: errands. Comments: we been knew.
Hard launch: a photo of your matching socks. Caption: not a coincidence. Jungkook writes … and then deletes it, then writes we are efficient and deletes that, then writes yeah and leaves it. It gets 5,000 likes. He pretends not to care. He cares like it’s a part-time job with benefits.
Public beta: you show up to a study session with a hoodie that is obviously Jungkook’s. Jimin points. “Are we sharing clothes now.”
“No,” Jungkook says, zipping it to his chin.
“It literally says JEON on the back,” Hobi says.
“It’s a common surname.”
And they don’t mention the previous week when he was caught wearing one of your only hoodies that fit him, SUNSHINE in bold on the front. He said “it’s supposed be an ironic statement.”
“You look happy,” Taehyung says, and Jungkook goes quiet, because he is. He is happy in a way that makes his shoulders drop and his eyes soften and his mouth want to tell the truth.
He tugs your sleeve. “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“Nowhere.” He squeezes your fingers. “Everywhere.”
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Scene 9: domestic micro-slice (dlc: tenderness)
Jungkook knocks on your apartment door with a bag of groceries. “You forgot to eat lunch yesterday,” he says accusingly, unloading eggs, spinach, and strawberries. “So today I made a schedule.”
“A schedule for food?”
“And hydration,” he says, taping a piece of paper to your fridge: 8AM WATER. 12PM FOOD. 3PM SNACK. 6PM FOOD. 10PM WATER. It is illustrated with chibi doodles of you and him, and a very buff carrot. You point. He looks mortified. “I was bored,” he mutters.
You lean into his shoulder. He goes very still like you’re a deer he doesn’t want to spook, then relaxes all at once. He cooks you an omelet. He burns one side and pretends it’s “artisan.”
“It’s perfect,” you say.
“You’re lying.”
“I’m in love,” you say, like it’s the same thing.
He inhales, then exhales like a prayer. “Me too,” he says, eyes on your mouth. He kisses your forehead, then your nose, then almost your lips, then stops an inch away because he is a menace.
“Koo,” you whisper. “Please.”
He swallows. Smiles like a secret. “Say ‘prove it.’”
You laugh and tug him in. He proves it.
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Epilogue: notes app confession
A week later, Jungkook texts you a screenshot of his Notes app. The title is Not An Apology (I’m Not Sorry) and the body says:
• I like you more than my favorite hoodie
• I pretended to hate your blue slushie so you’d let me hold the straw while you drank
• I kept rejecting your Venmos because i like paying for you
• Please stop walking into traffic while waving at dogs
• I love you, I love you, I love you (don’t show anyone this)
You type back: too late lol
He sends a single skull emoji and then, two seconds later, come outside.
You do. He’s there with a helmet and a dorky grin. “Bike ride?”
“It’s dark,” you say.
“I have lights,” he says, and he does: one on the handlebars, one in his eyes whenever he looks at you.
“Okay,” you say, and for once he doesn’t tell you not to. He just reaches out, laces his fingers with yours, and pulls you gently toward the night, like there’s nowhere else in the world to be except next to each other, making everything brighter.
Note: IK I SAID ACE DRABBLE WAS NEXT BUT THIS ONE WAS ON MY MIND
description: In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world?
word count: 11.5k
warnings: Seven JK… need I say more? JK being a SIMP, JK being a flirt, the entirety of the Seven MV being Peter Parker/Spider-Man coded, JK being a dork, JK is persistent and annoying but in an endearing way, fake death, cursing, the most respectable fuck boy!JK, he just loves you so much
smut warnings: oral sex (m & f receiving), standing 69, dirty talk, protected sex, face-riding, breast play, strength kink, standing sex, missionary, serpent’s embrace, that line from his working out live, multiple orgasms, sir kink,
a/n: Hello! IT IS DONE. My two loves combined in one, Spider-Man + Jungkook! I just love the idea of JK being such an unserious Spider-Man/Peter Parker who only loves you and wants you and voila! He is your lovesick loser. :))) I sure hope you love him as much as I do. Feel free to let me know what you think! Thank you for reading.
Monday
You didn’t know why you bothered dressing up for dinner when the end goal was to turn Jungkook down. After his identity was revealed to the public (source unknown), panic set in, and you realized that a future together was not possible. However, out of courtesy, you decided not to flake on the date after promising him. The boy was ecstatic, and deep down, you suspected his ego loved the fact he won over someone like you, who had consistently turned him down.
As you approached the restaurant door, someone unexpectedly rushed past you to open it himself. Startled by the sudden action, you jumped in surprise.
“Jungkook? Oh my god, you scared me!” you exclaimed. He offered an apologetic smile, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. You noticed his heavy breathing, wondering if he had exerted himself. “Did you run here?”
“Yeah, I was stopping a heist nearby and didn’t want you to wait long,” he replied.
Your heart softened at his thoughtfulness, but it also served as a reminder of why a future together would be challenging. “You didn’t have to waste your stamina. I just got here.”
HI OKAY, I’ve disappeared I know. It’s been hectic I got laid off and lowkey I’ve been DROWNING. but I’m gonna be back to updating and I lowkey got some works that I think yall will love and will post them soon!!!!
fallen angel is so good wow it's like god answered my prayer because not long ago i was talking to myself about how i wish there's a good demon jk fic who likes to corrupt innocent souls and you served a very delicious meal thanks maam 🙏 i see your reqs are open! would you like to entertain this idea of werewolf jk who stole someone else's mate 😙 her mate could be abusive so that's why jk "saves" her or maybe jk did it for funsies bcs he's just obsessed with her lol 😆
creature of the night. jjk
pairing: alpha!jk x beta!reader
wc: 6.6k
warnings: werewolf!jk, softdom!jk, super super desperate reader, reader is taken, cheating, pwp this is nasty yall, slight coercion, light fingering (f receiving), light oral (f receiving), overstimulation, light crying, light blood, pet names, light voyernism, some aggressiveness/abusive behavior (not from jungkook), jimin is reader’s original mate !!
a/n: my first req !! tysm anon for requesting !! im not super familiar with the werewolf trope so i hope you like it !! (this fic lowk had me distracted halfway through writing phew its a nasty one) reqs still open !!
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you were always happy with jimin. at least that’s what you told yourself.
it wasn’t until he stopped touching you that you realized something was wrong. he made excuses, he was busy, he wasn’t in the mood, he was stressed about his pack i mean being an alpha isn’t easy work after all. but you had been through three separate heat cycles now, and you were frustrated.
every month passed, another heat you had to endure, waiting for your alpha to take care of you, but he never did.
and then, there was jungkook.
he was the alpha of an enemy pack, a competitor, and jimin’s lifelong threat. and he was obsessed with you, the idea of stealing jimin’s most prized possession right out from under his feet drove him wild, and he never failed to show you just how bad he wanted you.
“you look tired, sweetheart. long night?” you hear the familiar voice creeping up behind you. you could smell him coming from a mile away but gave up on any attempts to avoid him, knowing he would always track you down.
you continue piling the wood in front of you, preparing for a long winter, after all it was your responsibility as the alpha’s mate to take a maternal role for the entire pack.
“no. and even if it was i wouldn’t tell you about it.” you respond coldly, you hated his presence, and you hated that he could see right through your relationship struggles.
you didn’t even need to look at him to hear the grin on his face, slicing his words in half as he spoke.
“awww is jimin really treating you that bad, sweetheart?” you can feel him coming closer to you, but you continue to ignore his approaching frame as best as you can, continuing with your woodpile with your back facing him.
“jimin is… jimin.” is all you can muster before grabbing a stack of wood and heading to your cabin, without even a glance at the man standing behind you. but you already know he’s following, like a lost puppy looking for his mother.
“that bad, huh? i know what will make you feel better.” his footsteps follow behind you as you approach the cabin. luckily for you, the whole pack including your mate were out hunting for the day, preparing for what was supposed to be a frigid winter. you knew if jimin saw him on his territory, he would throw a fit, nevermind speaking to you. he knew jungkook had taken an interest in you recently, but he never knew the true extent of it. the paw prints by your window in the snow, the scent he gave off when he was in your presence. the flirty comments were the least of your concern being that your heat was approaching again soon, and being alone with an alpha, especially not one that’s your mate, was a very bad idea. you didn’t have full clarity in your mind or control of your body during a heat, especially not around an alpha.
you threw the wood down at the foot of the cabin door, turning around to face jungkook for the first time since your interaction had started.
his frame was large, almost larger than normal, hair a curly mess on top of his head, with his arms crossed along his chest. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he looked like a real alpha, the one you’ve been dreaming of the last couple months. but you pushed these thoughts aside quickly.
“oh yeah? and what will make me feel better?” you mimic his stance, crossing your arms and tilting your head, keeping your cold demeanor as best as you can. it was hard to hate someone you had no reason to hate, especially since jungkook had been nothing but nice to you, aside from the occasional harassment. but you were jimin’s mate, and anyone jimin hated, you hated the same.
“me.” he smirks down at you, taking a step closer to you, towering over you as he slowly approached, his gaze darkening as you begin to feel a bubble arising in your stomach. your heat was supposed to begin tonight, and you needed to stay far away from an alphas that weren’t your boyfriend.
you resist the urge to back up as he walks closer to you, instead, walking past him and brushing against his shoulder in the process, making your way back to the wood pile that was calling your name.
“in your dreams, jeon. do you want jimin to kill you?” you call out as you pick up another pile of wood and begin bringing it back to the house. you feel your heart drop as jungkook takes another step closer to you, grabbing the wood from your arms and placing it next to the original pile by the cabin.
“jimin couldn’t kill me if he tried. plus, even if he did, i’d at least die going after something i wanted.” he glances at you, smiling, before going back to the wood and picking up another arm full, doing your job for you as he continues bringing more and more to the foot of the cabin.
“jungkook, you seriously need to stop with this. i know it’s your lifelong dream to destroy him or whatever, but find some other way to do it, i’m not getting involved.” you say, watching carefully as he finishes placing down the last piece of wood, leaning up so he’s now towering over you once more. he reaches a hand up, gripping your chin gently as he tilts your head to look up at him. you feel your stomach twirl at the small gesture, but never let your face show it.
jungkook however, as an alpha, has a very keen sense of smell. especially when it comes to betas that aren’t being properly satisfied, or are in heat. you, are both of those things. and jungkook could smell how desperate you were before he even reached the property line.
he smirks at you, watching your expression carefully. “you’re already involved, sweetheart.” he releases your chin and watches as your eyebrows furrow together. “plus, i couldn’t stop if i wanted to. not when im so close to getting what i want.” he tucks a hair behind your ear carefully before turning around and walking away, without even a glance behind him at your frozen stature at the foot of the cabin.
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“do anything productive today?” your boyfriend’s sweet words echo through the dining room. you glance up from your food that you had barely touched and watch him as he eyes you carefully, waiting for a response.
“not really. brought some wood inside, that’s about it.” you bring your fork down to your plate, poking at the meat lightly before putting it down completely, leaning back in your chair. you couldn’t eat, not with the impending doom of your relationship in the back of your mind and that god forsaken alpha next door that won’t leave you alone.
jimin quirks an eyebrow before bringing his fork up to his mouth, taking another bite. “that’s strange because i heard you had a visitor.” he says in between chewing. you feel your heart drop. how could he have known? and the fact that you lied about it wasn’t helping your case whatsoever.
you gulp gently, trying to regain your composure. “y-yeah. i didn’t talk to him long though. i made him leave.”
“that’s not what it looked like, y/n.” his voice is calm, but that only makes you more nervous. how could he have seen? he didn’t get home until hours after your interaction with jungkook.
“jimin, i promise you have nothing to-“
“like hell i don’t!” you feel your body jump involuntarily as jimin smashes his hands down on the dinner table, causing the silverware to vibrate aggressively. you feel your heart begin to race, your mind swarming with thoughts as you watch him take a breath and calmly bring his fork back up to his mouth, taking another bite of his dinner.
“you know how i feel about him, y/n. why would you even utter a word to him. not to mention his obsession with you.”
“he’s not obsessed with-“
“i swear to fucking god if you finish that sentence.” you watch as jimin points his fork at you, almost threatening. you gulp again. you had no idea what had gotten into him lately. this wasn’t his first outburst recently, but if you had told the you that met him years ago that the sweet boy you knew would’ve turned into this monster, you would’ve never believed yourself
“jimin, please-“ you mutter, feeling defeated.
“you should be begging for my forgiveness, y/n. dumb fucking slut all you care about is getting dick. the second i get busy with the pack you start running off with my arch nemesis.” his words hit you like a ton of bricks, and you feel your heart pang in your chest. how could he say those things?
“jimin i never-“
“the next time i see you even breathing the same air as him, we’re done. you want to be an alpha’s slut so bad? go have him.” you watch as the love of your life stands up from his spot at the dinner table, throwing his silverware down onto his plate and storming off.
you were in shock. you didn’t know what to say, what to think. but you didn’t have time to process this right now, your heat was approaching and you needed to prepare for the night.
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you feel the warm water consume your body as you bring yourself into the bathtub. the heat comforting your cold heart almost instantaneously. as much as you wanted to push the day’s events to the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but hear jimin’s words ringing in your ears. you could barely control when jungkook approached you nevermind ignored him completely. it was nearly impossible!
you take a breath and exhale, sighing as you lean your head down and under the water, allowing it to swallow you hole.
you are only under the water for half a second, finally feeling some sort of relaxation, and then, it hits you. the first wave.
your body shudders, your heart dropping to your stomach as you feel a deep flutter between your legs.
you immediately come up for air, inhaling deeply as you cross your legs, trying to make the feeling subside in any way you can. the first couple waves are normally not that bad, but because you hadn’t been stuffed by an alpha in so long, the waves only got worse, and worse.
you feel a moan escape your lips, quickly covering your mouth before standing up from the tub and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around your bare body and escaping to your room with quick strides.
since you and jimin started to struggle, you had been sleeping in the guest room of the cabin, which is typically reserved for a member of the back during a time of need, but right now, that was you.
you quickly sit down on the edge of your bed, trying to breathe through the wave as best you can, your knuckles turning white gripping the towel across your chest.
the room is silent, air slightly chilly, enough to make your nipples harden underneath the now cold towel.
you groan, knowing that this is only the beginning, and that you needed to restrain yourself quickly before you got any funny ideas about running next door to find an alpha to mate with.
you barely had time to grab the restraints from your closet before another wave hits you, hard. you feel your knees buckle underneath you, growing weaker and weaker with each stride as the flutter travels from in between your thighs, to your desperate hole.
you feel another moan escape your lips as you regain your composure and bring the restraints to your bed.
typically you would prefer to be clothed during your heat, but right now you didn’t have time for that considering each wave was approaching faster and faster.
you lay down quickly, heart thumping in your chest as you fumble with the restraints, tying yourself to the headboard as best as you can.
once you’re fully immobilized, you take a deep breath, your legs clenching together as the heat circles around your core, the sweet tingling only making you more and more desperate, and before you know it, you’re a mess.
writhing on top of the covers, a thin sheet of sweat covered your body, your nipples exposed to the cold air only making you more sensitive. you couldn’t help the whines of desperation that left your throat. you were trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing damn well that a beta in heat without a mate was like a magnet for any alpha within a 10 mile radius, but there was only one you were worried about right now.
jungkook knew your heat was approaching before he even laid eyes on you this afternoon, and he knew that jimin hadn’t mated with you in at least three months judging by your scent.
he relived the moment he first saw you over and over in his head, staring at the ceiling longingly as he imagined how perfect you would look taking his cock, how much he would love to make you scream his name, how he would love for jimin to watch.
he smirks, feeling himself get hard at the thought of you.
but his smirk quickly drops when he hears a gentle cry in the distance.
jungkook had decided to sleep with his window open tonight, hoping that he could air out the lingering scent of you off his body before it drove him mad. but what he wasn’t prepared for was the sound of you whining across the pine trees from beside his window.
he feels his cock twitch as he makes the realization that those weren’t whines of pleasure, but whines of desperation. he figured your heat was approaching, but he didn’t realize it was here already. and not only that, but the fact that jimin wasn’t taking care of you filled him with a rage he couldn’t describe.
he feels a pinch in his palms as he opens his hands and sees the crescent patches painting his palms red, a sign of his anger, of his rage.
i should go check on her, make sure no lingering alphas get any ideas. but his thoughts are fruitless, as he’s already outside your window by the time the brain wave is complete.
but what he wasn’t prepared for, was the sight of your bare, naked body chained to your bed.
he groans darkly at the sight of you, writhing in desperation as your body pleads for some sort of relief. he brings his hand down to his pants, palming his hard on gently as his brain twists and turns at the image.
and got your scent. it was seeping through the walls. how could jimin function, nevermind sleep through this? never had he seen such a needy beta, not even in their first heat had he ever seen one so desperate.
what kind of alpha would he be if he didn’t take care of her?
you feel one of the waves finish, sliding off your body gracefully as if it didn’t leave you destroyed. each wave got more and more painful, and you were wondering how much longer you could put up with this before it consumed you completely.
your legs were shaking tirelessly, beads of sweat dribbling down your forehead as you take a deep breath in, trying to regain your composure as best you can.
but, there’s something wrong. you picked up a strange smell in the air, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
suddenly, you hear the gentle creek of your bedroom door. your body freezes, completely consumed with fear as you see a tall shadow standing in the doorway of your room.
jimin is not that tall.
you begin to whimper in fear, moving your legs so your sat against the headboard. your pleas are gentle, but any good alpha could easily decipher what they meant; please spare me.
you watch carefully as the shadow takes a step towards you, a beam of moonlight from the window shining on a small portion of his face.
“j-jungkook?” you whimper, your legs shaking gently at the feeling of another wave coming your way. you had to deter it as best as you could, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself once it arrived, especially not with him in front of you.
but, he didn’t respond, only walked closer to you, as if in a trance.
he brings a hand up to your leg, his finger gently sliding across your burning skin, carefully examining every mole and freckle along the way.
“jungkook?” you say a bit louder this time, and you watch as his face snaps up, awaking him from his day dream.
“i-i smelt you. m-my window was open, and i c-couldn’t stop myself.” he stutters, his voice less dominant and more nervous as his finger continued to trace lines up and down your thigh. you suddenly became aware of your naked state and felt a wave of guilt rush over you. jimin was going to kill you if he found out.
the feeling of jungkook’s hand on your skin stirred another wave of heat through your body, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you double over, your legs shaking aggressively as a line of slick leaks from your throbbing hole, landing on the sheets beneath you.
you’d be blind if you didn’t notice jungkook’s eyes quickly travel from your thigh, to in between them, widening as he sees the mess you’ve made already of your bed sheets.
you feel another moan escape your lips at the mere thought of his presence, silently scolding yourself for feeling this way, but you couldn’t help it, it was in your nature.
“jungkook, p-please. you c-can’t be h-here.” you stutter in between whimpers, your body shaking aggressively now as the wave takes over completely, washing you from head to toe and causing more slick to leak out of you in the process.
jungkook however, is stuck in place. his eyes were dancing around your body, from your face, to your breasts, to your gushing hole and everywhere in between. there was no way he was leaving this room now.
he feels his dominance kick in at the sound of your moans, knowing that an intense wave just hit you, and suddenly, his alpha stature comes out.
he quickly takes a seat next to you on the bed, brushing the hair out from your sweaty face.
“shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay just breathe.” you feel your core twist and turn at his words. you had never seen him so gentle before. he was always just harassing you, his alpha side must’ve kicked in when he was you experiencing a wave.
“j-jungkook. please. i won’t be able to s-stop myself.” your legs shake, your eyes closed tightly as you fight the urge to lunge at him and break your restraints.
jungkook noticed and gulps, feeling his dick twitch at the thought of being able to fuck you, mark you as his, mate with you, while jimin is right in the other room.
his mouth salivates at the sight before him, his eyes locked on your core as he watches it leak more and more slick, the bed sheets saturated with your desperation.
before he has time to process what he’s doing, he leans down, his face now in between your thighs, his breathing short and ragged as he watches your hole throb around nothing.
“just one taste…” you hear him mutter to himself beneath you. you open your mouth, wanting to tell him to stop, but nothing comes out, and your body suddenly shakes as he licks a stripe up your core.
you moan loudly, hands wrapped tightly around the restraints in an attempt to hold yourself up, your legs quivering harshly as he licks another stripe, stopping at your clit and sucking on it tightly.
you feel feral, completely overwhelmed, your body sweating profusely now as he continues to lick and suckle on your core, you can’t stop yourself from the uncontrollable moans and groans that leave your mouth.
“f-fuck. jungkook, p-please stop.” you plead, your voice weak and trembling. as much as you wanted him to stop, for the sake of your relationship, your body was desperate for the slightest bit of touch he could give you, and the more he continues his ministrations on your core, the less you’re able to control your heat from consuming you entirely.
he wraps his arms under your thighs, getting a better grip on you as he continues to eat you out relentlessly, his tongue never once faltering as he buries his face into your sopping cunt.
you moan loudly, unable to control the volume of your screams as you internally panic at the thought of jimin hearing you, or worse, being able to smell jungkook in the house. you pray to anyone that might listen to you that he’s fast asleep, but you know better. he may have been able to conceal it, but jimin’s alpha instincts would never allow him to sleep during one of your heats, it simply wasn’t possible.
jungkook pulls away from your core briefly, his face covered in your juices as he looks up at you from between your legs. the sight of you covered in sweat and heaving struggling to retain any air in your lungs only fuels him more.
“you taste so fucking good.” his voice is low and growled as he begins to move so he’s hovering above you now, your faces merely inches apart as he looks down at you. his eyes tracing your figure, his mouth agape and lips swollen, skin shining with the reflection of your juices.
you feel like you’re unable to function or think under his intense gaze, you gulp harshly, your mind overwhelmed with thoughts of your relationship, but your body unconsciously leaning up into his, trying to gain any sort of friction you can.
“let me take care of you.” he whispers, leaning down into the crook of your neck as he peppers kisses along your sticky skin. you moan deeply, cursing your body for reacting to him so easily. you hadn’t been touched in months, and he was doing everything perfectly, like he somehow already knew your body inside and out, and it was driving you crazy.
“j-jungkook.” is all your able to mutter before he begins sucking harshly on your neck, marking you in desperation. you buck your hips up into his at the sudden force, arms pulling harshly on your restraints in a subconscious attempt to break free.
“so needy, so sweet, and all for me.” he whispers in between kisses, trailing down to your breasts before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking harshly. you feel another wave of heat consuming your body at his actions, causing you to scream out again, your legs trembling and core pulsing as it leaks more slick out onto the bed.
you’re about to protest, stop him, do anything to save your relationship until you feel his hand slide in between your thighs, prodding your wet hole before pushing inside you, still marking your breasts and chest along the way.
you moan out again, body tensing as you feel yourself tighten around his fingers harshly as he starts a steady pace on your cunt.
“let’s do something about that heat of yours, yeah?” you groan again at his words, the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you almost too much for you to bare. your eyes clench shut as you begin to shake even harder now, desperate to feel more. you bite your lip in an attempt to stay quiet but it’s no use, only breaking the skin on your bottom lip as it begins to bleed lightly.
jungkook smells the blood almost immediately and returns his attention to your face, admiring your swollen red lips. he continues his ministrations on your cunt but leans forward, devouring your lips in a passionate kiss, licking up the small drops of blood that hover on your skin.
you groan into his mouth, feeling the way his fingers curl up into you, and the heat of his tongue on yours, bucking your hips up involuntarily and pulling on your arm restraints harshly, wanting to be closer to him.
jungkook notices your attempts to escape the restraints and removes his fingers from your hole, feeling it tighten around nothing at the sudden emptiness. he brings his hands to your restraints and begins undoing them, pulling away from the kiss and watching as your eyes widen with panic.
“i-i won’t be able to control myself.” your voice shakes as you plead to him not to undo your restraints.
“i don’t want you to.” he says calmly as he fully releases you from your confinement, your arms falling down to the bed harshly as the panic sets in on the intensity of the situation.
he looks at your expression, seeing the worry in your eyes as your arms shake, your body fighting its natural urges to pounce on him and ride him until you can’t walk.
he brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks gently as he reassures you.
“mate with me.” his voice comes out in a beg, filled with passion and need. you widen your eyes again at his request. he was asking you to leave jimin for him ? was he insane ?
“what?”
he looks at you again, his touch soothing the patches of sweat on your face, moving your hair so it’s no longer sticking to your forehead.
“mate with me.” he repeats, his voice just as desperate as the first time he asked. you’re unable to think. how could he possibly ask you to leave jimin ? he knew how much you loved him, not to mention your dedication to his pack. you suddenly get flashbacks to your dinner with him earlier, the way he yelled at you, his aggressive behavior, what he said about jungkook. you gulp harshly, consumed by your thoughts as you feel yourself begin to drift away from your current situation.
“you’re not happy, y/n. when was the last time he touched you ?” you feel a pang of shame in your heart at his words, you knew he was right, but you’d never be able to forgive yourself if you betrayed jimin like that.
“a true alpha would never let his mate endure their heat alone, even if he was mad. it’s not right and you know it.” you hear his words but you’re unable to respond, all you can think about was how jimin was in the next room, whether or not he could hear everything that was happening, all your happy moments together.
jungkook watches as you drift away from the conversation, and he brings his head back down into the crook of your neck, suckling the skin gently.
“mate with me.” his voice is more desperate now, kissing from your neck down to your shoulders. you feel yourself moan at his touch, your head lulling back as you allow him to take more space on your skin.
“mate with me.” he repeats, dragging his lips down to your collarbones and chest, passionately pecking any free patch of skin he could find.
“mate with me.” he brings his hands up to your shoulders and lays you back on the bed, kissing all the way down to your stomach and thighs, running his hands along the wet skin and scratching it gently.
“mate with me.” he leans back, bringing his hands down to his waistband and pulling them off quickly, his hands finding the hem of his shirt as well, pulling those off too, leaving him just in his boxers as he teasingly brings your hand to the waistband, tracing it gently.
you’re eyes widen at the sight of his hard on, he was bigger than you could’ve ever imagined. you feel his soft skin under the waistband of his boxers, feeling the gentle goosebumps arise as you run your fingers along it, instinctively wrapping your fingers around it signaling for him to take them off.
without a word, he follows your instructions, pulling his boxers down as you watch his cock spring free, drops of precum trickling down the head as he returns to his place above you on the bed.
he leans forward, his cock laying on your tummy as he kisses you passionately, your hips bucking up into his cock as you feel another wave rush over you. the feeling of his cock being so close to your core driving you wild.
you moan gently into his lips, your legs shaking slightly as you grind up into him, the base of his cock swiping against your core softly causing you to cry out again.
jungkook pulls away from the kiss, admiring how fucked out you looked already, bringing his hand down to his cock and aligning it with your entrance, prodding your hole gently.
“mate with me.” his voice now barely a whisper as he rubs the head of his cock between your soaked folds. you moan loudly again, feeling completely overwhelmed by every movement he made. you wanted nothing more than to say yes and allow him to fuck you right then and there, but you couldn’t stop thinking about jimin, and what that would mean for your relationship.
he brings the head of his cock back to your hole, watching as another heat takes over you, leaking hot liquid onto his tip. he growls at the sight, pushing the head gently into your core and watching as your mouth falls open at the feeling. he brings his hands to your hips, holding them in place against the bed as he stays still, only keeping the head of his cock inside you, and never once moving.
“mate with me.” his voice is now a low whisper, watching you struggle to keep your composure under him. you’re fighting against his hold, bucking your hips up as he holds you in place, anything to make him push into you deeper, but he never does.
“j-jungkook, p-please.” you groan, desperate for him to fuck you. you wiggle your hips at an attempt to gain friction but it’s no use with the way he holds you against the bed. you were cornered, you could either say yes and get what you wanted, or say no and watch as he leaves you even more desperate than you were before.
“mate with me, y/n.” his voice is sterner now, his gaze burning holes into you as you look up at him, his eyes dark and full of lust. you knew he would be an aggressive lover just by looking at him. nothing about him screamed gentle.
“p-please.” your eyes begin to well up at the overstimulation.
“do you know how fucking good i can make you feel?” your breath hitches in your throat as he rolls his hips forward, pushing his cock into you, slowly.
you feel your walls stretch around his length as he slowly moves his cock deeper into you, he was so big you thought it would never end.
“do you know how well i’d take care of you if you were mine?” you’re unable to form words as he bottoms out inside of you, still holding your hips in place as he settles within your cunt, stopping once he’s fully inside of you.
“you’d have your heat every night with the way i’d fuck you.” you feel a moan fall from your lips at the feeling of having him inside of you, his words only stirring the butterflies inside your core.
“mate with me.” he places a hand on your chin and forces you to look up at him, watching as your face is contorted with pleasure and overstimulation. and before you have time to process it, the word is leaving your mouth.
“okay.”
he quickly brings a hand up to your mouth, covering it tightly as he fucks up into you at an inhumane pace.
“good girl, fuck.” he mumbles, his cock stretching you out deliciously as he fucks you into the bed. you realize now why he covered your mouth as you begin to cry out loudly, his palm muffling the nasty sounds that spill from your lips.
his cock was big, bigger than you were used to, and the way it perfectly hit your g-spot with every thrust was driving you insane. you brought your hands up to his shoulders to find something to hold on to, feeling as they tense under your touch.
“god you’re so fucking tight. when was the last time he fucked you?” you moan again at his words, feeling him move his hand away slightly for you to respond.
“t-three months ago.” you stutter, your voice shaky as he covers your mouth once more, groaning as he fucks you even harder.
“fuck. i’m gonna take such good care of you, baby. you’re gonna forget he ever existed.” you feel your body shake aggressively as he picks up his pace, wrapping your legs around his back to allow him to fuck you deeper. he growls at the small action, moving his hand from your mouth to your throat as he wraps his fingers around your neck lightly.
“bet he didn’t fuck you like this, did he?” he tightens his grip around your neck, your head swirling as he cuts of your ability to breathe. you feel a head rush wash over you, your vision darkening slightly as you do your best to whisper a response.
“f-fuck, no he didn’t.” he releases his grip around your neck at your words, watching as you shake in pleasure beneath him. he can’t help the smirk that falls across his lips knowing that jimin was in just the next room.
he wraps an arm around your waist and flips you over so you’re on your stomach, pushing his cock into you once more as he grips your hips slightly.
you moan out loudly at the new position, already feeling like he’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“wanna hear that pretty voice, wanna hear you moan my name, want jimin to hear it too.” he slaps your ass harshly as he continues pulling your hips down to his own, fucking you from behind.
your knuckles are turning white from your aggressive hold on the sheets, your lips bit tightly between your teeth as you shake your head, the thought of jimin hearing you scaring you half to death.
but jungkook doesn’t like that response.
he wraps a hand around your hair pulling you back roughly, you let out a squeal at the sudden aggressiveness. his hips never stalled as he brought his other hand to your front, dragging it down to your clit and rubbing torturous circles with his fingers.
you moan out loudly as he continues to fuck you like this, his hands on your clit pushing you towards the edge faster and faster.
“wanna try that again?” he whispers into your ear as he continues to fuck into you, your mind is completely blank, all you can think about is your approaching orgasm and the way his fingers feel against your clit.
jungkook smiles to himself, noting how easily you get overstimulated, and lets go of your hair to watch your upper half fall back to the bed roughly. he brings both of his hands back to your hips and begins to fuck you harder.
“close already, huh sweetheart?” your body begins to shake, his mocking tone shooting straight to your core as you feel yourself begin to teeter on the edge. all you can do is moan loudly in response, you’re sure jimin could hear you, anyone in a 10 mile radius probably could.
“cum baby, wanna feel you cream on my cock like a good pup.” and at his words you can no longer hold back, your cunt tightening around him as you begin to squirt, coating his cock and balls with your slick, your vision turning black and head spinning as you scream loudly.
jungkook’s hips stall slightly at the way you squeeze him, almost pushing his cock out of you completely. his lower half entirely soaked with your slick as he groans loudly. he’d never seen a pup so desperate for an alpha that they squirted on him. he begins to fuck into you faster, his high approaching quickly too as he runs his hands up and down your sides, soothing you gently.
“shhh it’s okay, baby. you did so good, such a good girl for me.” his voice is shaky but he never shows how much you affected him. you begin to come back to reality, your entire body convulsing in overstimulation as you feel him continue to fuck you. his soothing actions by your sides only turning you on more, making the overstimulation worse as you writhe and wiggle under his hold.
“ahh- fuck.” you squeal, you had never felt this level of overstimulation before. normally jimin doesn’t even make you finish.
“almost there baby, fuck.” jungkook’s thrusts become sloppy as he fucks into you harder, making your cunt scream out in pain. he takes his final couple thrusts before groaning loudly and spilling his seed inside of you, filling you up completely. it’s more than you’re used to, you’ve never seen a man cum so much.
“fuck.” he mumbles, his thrusts slowing down as he fucks his seed into you. after a couple deep breaths he pulls his cock out, watching as the mixture of your fluids leak out, your hole pulsing with need as they drip onto the sheets below you.
you collapse onto the bed, feeling completely overwhelmed, but even more fulfilled knowing that you finally have an alpha that can take care of you and your needs.
jungkook collapses beside you, bringing a hand to your head as he tucks a hair behind your ear.
“what did he ever do to deserve you?” he mumbles just over a whisper, watching as you close your eyes gently out of over-tiredness.
just when you feel you’re about to drift into a deep sleep, you hear a creak in the doorway, your heart dropping to your stomach as you open your eyes widely, seeing jungkook’s cocky expression as he watches his gaze shift to the bedroom door.
“what the fuck.” you hear jimin’s familiar voice across the room, feeling an overwhelming sense of regret and shame wash over you, but you’re internally glad you’re not facing the doorway and can’t see his expression.
jungkook stands up from off the bed, reaching for his boxers before sliding them up over his legs and cock proudly.
“i told you i’d get her.” you hear jungkook respond confidently, finishing putting his clothes on before leaning back down to you and wrapping a towel over your figure, picking you up in one swift movement.
he looks down at your face, seeing your eyes scrunched up tightly, an expression of guilt painted on your beautiful features.
you can feel his chest grumble, but don’t open your eyes or respond as he shoots jimin a glare and brushes past him, walking out the cabin and into the wild.
you were his now, and he wasn’t going to let anything stand in the way.
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