I'm still not over the Needy one shot. I know it's on your archived masterlist, but do you think we'll ever see anything of the needy bunnies again? Any more heat sessions?
😚 They're cute together, aren't they? Mmm...
I'll re-read it and see what I can say about their future together.
This looks like a good place to start:
jjk || Needy (2)
warnings: smut (18+), alpha!jungkook x fem!omega!reader, unprotected sex, breeding kink, size kink, they're bunnies, ddlg/Daddy kink, omegaverse, boob touchin', just kinda generally messy sex, a little vocal this time, pheromones, praise kink
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Jungkook munches innocently on his apple pie strudel while still inside you. "Mm! It's actually better than I remember it..." he laughs.
"It's really good, Jungkook," you laugh.
"The pie or my dick?" He asks.
You roll your eyes lightheartedly. "I can't believe we're doing this."
Sure, it was expected that eventually you would go into heat. You're in your sexual prime, as weird as it is for you to admit. It's natural and normal for you to have these feelings, especially towards a male of your species.
You'd never mentally processed that if you were to have such an emergency on campus, that Jungkook would be the one to mate with you.
You've always felt a pull towards him, but you had always dismissed it as an afterthought, a "what if."
He, on the other hand, has had his sights on you forever. Jungkook knew this would happen and therefore he spent the entirety of his first rut craving your pussy and imagining it stretching for him and flooding with his seed.
He just learned to act casual about it around you.
"You know, I knew you and I would end up like this," he says.
"Why didn't you tell me, then?" You reply, after thinking about all the times you caught him looking at you a certain way during a lab. You could never seem to crack his code.
"I dunno. It was inevitable that we ended up like this, but I wanted to give you the freedom of choosing me. I was confident that it would be me, anyways," he thinks.
"You were confident that our relationship would end with your cock buried inside of me so I could have your babies?" You ask.
"Would you believe me if I said yeah?" Jungkook hovers over you with his arms on either side of your head, simply gazing into your eyes for a minute.
Love is quietly blooming in them, as he starts to deflate. Your bodies are warm against one another's, and all Jungkook has to do is kiss you a little more to get you to melt for him completely.
His hands move down your body, touching every inch of skin from your breasts to your ass, his bunny tail twitching in the process.
"Jungkook I'm ready to go again," you gently remind him, admiring his innocently playful face while looking at you.
"I love your tits," he grins, taking them in his palms and gently squeezing.
"They're gonna get big when I'm pregnant with your babies," you remind him, placing your hands over his hands in a careful embrace. "You need to be gentle with me."
Jungkook's expression grows calm. "You're my mate. Of course I'll be gentle with you," he hums. "C'mere..."
He plants an experimental kiss on your lips.
A moment of silence is shared between you.
You lean forward and kiss him again, prolonging the kiss until he lets out a small moan.
"You sound so good...do it again," you ask, running your fingers through his soft hair.
"You gotta kiss me again..." he mumbles.
So, you do exactly that.
He deepens the kiss in excitement, moaning confidently against your lips.
You hum happily, holding his face. "You're so cute...are you gonna start releasing the pheromones soon?"
"Hm? Do you wanna nap first?" Jungkook asks, concerned with his tired bunny.
"No~" you whine. "M'chillin'."
"You're chillin'. Got it," he repeats.
A thick scent of vanilla lingers around the both of you, the softer, top notes of honey pronouncing themselves as it develops.
"That's what you smell like...?"
"What is it?"
"...Vanilla...and honey," you say, weaving your fingers into his hair, your eyes softening towards him as his hands caress your torso.
"Is that so...is it good, baby?" He purrs into your ear in a low, seductive hum.
"Yes, Daddy..."
Fuck, even calling him that feels so strange. It's almost humiliating but your heart skips a beat every time. It's so terribly satisfying to hear the name roll off your tongue and his reaction is never less than satisfactory.
"That's a good girl..." he floods your senses with more of him, causing your mind to haze and your body to relax. There's no feeling better than having your alpha inside of you, sedating you with his pheromones as he prepares to pound his kits into you again.
His rut is delicious.
Your eyes flutter back in excitement as you start to feel him again, pressing against you. It's such a tight fit, but Jungkook makes a way.
"Ohh please be careful with me, Daddy...I'm still..."
"Sensitive," he finishes for you, his breath hitting your neck as he swells in arousal. "Babybun--" he moans. "You're squeezing me..."
Your hands travel to where you are connected and you feel him heaving and rutting. "Do you think we're going to have pretty babies, Jungkook?" you ask, quietly as you watch him panic with lust.
"Yes. Ohh~ fuck yes, I think so," he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. "So warm, mmm--"
You gasp quietly, feeling him finally thrusting inside of you again. You spread yourself beneath him and kiss his lips chastely. "Your cock is so amazing, Daddy...please don't stop fucking me..." you sigh.
You're gushing for him, your slick covering his cock and dripping onto the padding below you as his inflated cock penetrates you.
Jungkook tries another angle, holding your leg over your bodies and fucking you from the side. He breaks out into a pleased smile, panting desperately as he fills you. "Nnnhhh~"
You flood for him, your whole body heating up as you accomodate for his massive load. "Jungkook~" you squeak, unable to formulate a coherent thought.
"You and I are the same species...it was inevitable that I would end up fucking this pussy full of my kits...I'm surprised you didn't figure it out before I did..." he speaks to you in a soft growl.
"Ohhhh..."
"You're so smart, y/n..." he smirks. "Now you're going to be a dumb little fuck bunny for Daddy..."
No matter how hard you tried to deny yourself an orgasm, you cream around him then and there, causing you to spasm and for him to quickly hold you down and spew his cum into your still-dialated cervix.
His strong hands force you on the pillowy surface beneath you as he finishes filling you, growling softly as your tail twitches wildly. "Mm!mmmm~" you whine. "Daddy~ daddy-- ohhh Daddy-- daddy," you gasp sharply.
You kiss him in a tangent, and he smiles through it, swollen tight against your walls so that none of his cum can escape. "That's a gorgeous knot..." he praises. "That's beautiful."
Jungkook's eyes light up, his heart pounding as he holds you between his arms.
You watch them bloom for you. "And so are we..."
a/n: honestly you can send me an "encore request" to any of my fics and I'll gladly fulfill it when my reqs are open.
hybrid!reader and alpha!jungkook and they are both in heat. with a daddy kink like dd/lg *wink wink*. also with a size kink ? i love your writings and i hope you have a wonderful christmas !!
mmmmn. You know, I've had a scenario for this for a looooong time, in my head? I know exactly how to write this for you, darling. You're in for a treat.
DDLG - LMAO I haven't heard that one in a fic for a whileeee but yeah, I'll write it here.
Macrophilia - yyurr lesgetit (also i double-checked with my wife and the definition of macrophilia is the attraction to things bigger than you...so...it doesn't matter which term i used).
😛
jjk || Needy
warnings: smut (18+), alpha!jungkook x fem!omega!reader, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, size kink, they're bunnies, ddlg/Daddy kink, omegaverse, marking, just kinda generally messy sex.
-
You were sure that your university accommodated to this kind of thing. It was illegal for them to not have one that's up to code. Every single school that admitted students of presenting-age are required by law to have multiple rooms that are specially made for when someone goes into heat or a rut.
These rooms were so clean and soft that you could eat and sleep on them, which made it a somewhat popular spot for non-hybrids to fuck, so now they implemented a system that verifies your identity privately before you enter one of these rooms.
The school is very strict about their usage, and make it very clear that they're only to be used by the hybrid students on campus as a safe space.
When you find yourself suddenly grabbing the attention of all the alphas, alarm bells start ringing in your head. You can't smell it, but they most definitely can.
Fear courses through your veins. You know you need to move and move fast before you're pounced on by unwanted men. In the middle of your lecture, you privately call for an escort to one of the designated heat rooms.
You walk fast alongside them, the familiar warm and uncomfortable feeling beginning to brew somewhere deep within you like a dull and pressurizing pain in your nether regions. You forgot how fucking uncomfortable this feels.
The hallway is expansive, with the east wall being one big glass window. It welcomes in all the morning light and aligns nicely with the over-all fengsui. It's comforting as you approach the room where you'll be spending days working through your torturous heat in.
Fuck! That hurts.
You take a deep breath in. There will be toys there, the kind that may sedate some of your symptoms for a few minutes before you'll have to go again.
You're one of the lucky ones. Your first heat was relatively easy-going with little discomfort afterwards. You really weren't planning on it coming on today. You didn't really take suppressants or anything. "Ah, I'm so sorry, I really didn't plan on this happening today," you tell your escort.
"Quite alright, hon, it happens to the best of us. You'll be in a double compartment. I don't know if there will be anyone in compartment A..." She approaches the touchscreen that manages the registration for the compartments.
"Oh! There's an alpha right next to you!" She says sharply. "Are you sure you still wanna take the one right next to it?"
You bite your lip, looking down the hall. The other heat rooms are all the way across campus. Fuck, that's way too far for you to walk.
"I assure you that it's perfectly safe. They're protected and seperate from one another...unless you specify that you'd like him to help you... the both of you will remain completely and totally separate. The rooms are pheramone-sealing," she explains quickly.
"It's fine--" you blurt out. You need something inside you now or you're sure you're going to explode.
"Okay, sweetheart..." She sighs. She looks very concerned. Of course, she has no idea what a real heat is like or how it feels to need to have sex or be in excruciating pain-- you can't blame her.
Once the escort is done registering you and filling out your information, the door to the chamber immediately opens. You step in as she introduces all of the emergency functions inside the heat chamber, and how to operate the hands-free telephone.
Lastly, she presents to you the door that seperates compartment A from compartment B. The glass is incredibly fogged up, so you can't make out exactly who is on the other end. It's trivial information that your escort isn't required to state, legally.
"That's everything you need. Your toys are all along this wall. Our operating systems are up and running." The escort steps out of the room and positions her fingers over the close button. "Take care," she smiles, genuinely.
-
You sit down on the floor and take deep breaths. It's a little cooler in here than outside, and there's increased oxygen in this room in order to ensure comfort.
You don't know what to grab first. You take off your cardigan and fling your ID lanyard across the floor, to one of the corners. You wiggle out of your jeans slowly, continuing to breathe slowly as you dip your fingers below your waistline. Your face scrunches with discomfort upon realizing you have, in fact, ruined your jeans and what's left of your underwear.
You neatly fold them and place them with your other things. You're now bare naked in a pure white room, left with nothing but your own hands, toys to stimulate yourself with, and your thoughts.
"That's okay, Y/N..." you affirm. "We're comfortable here, we're getting through this today..."
That's when you hear it.
A sharp and beautiful groan rumbles through the room, coming from compartment A. His voice is smooth and dream-like. That's what a grown alpha sounds like when he's in a rut. You had never heard it before today, and it causes your body to exhude a wave of mind-numbing pheramones. You have to grab a toy before your knees are too weak to stand.
You walk over and grab one that suits you best. For different kinds of hybrids, there are different toys because they have different needs. You select one that's one size bigger than what you're assigned. It's just a preference.
You lay down on your back and bring your hands and fingers down to touch and fiddle with your body, leaning your head back as the different textures of your own form familiarize themselves with your fingertips.
You're gushing with slick. It's so fucking embarrassing to admit but the kind of sounds that the boy next to you is providing has you messy. You've been pulsing for an alpha ever since this morning's lecture, and now you're pooling for him as you insert the girthiest toy they provide with ease. You swallow it to the base, sighing in overwhelming release as it nurtures the unfathomable tension that only grows inside of you.
You sit up and rock on it to the music that your mate on the other side of this stupid fucking wall is making. He's almost singing with need. Curious, you grab the tablet assigned to his compartment and look through his information as your pussy adjusts to the size of the toy, whimpering softly.
You gasp when you read his name with your own eyes. "Jeon Jungkook," you mouth. No way that Jungkook was in a rut. You smiled at the idea.
You had a chemistry class together. You even did a lab together just last week. He was the most sought-after guy on campus, and it sounded like he was in there completely solo.
Could it be that it was your heat that triggered his rut? You're of the same species, something entirely coincidental.
Looking back on his actions towards you in the days following the lab, it's very probable that his body reacted this way towards you because of your proximity and sudden closeness to one-another.
It isn't his fault, necessarily...
A loud whine cuts through your thoughts. He sounds like he needs help.
Closing out of the registration, you open an application that allows you to ask consent of the party occupying compartment A to merge. You send your request in and within seconds, the door between you is unlocked.
Jungkook catches his breath. He's covering himself with the t-shirt he ripped off himself four hours ago when his rut initiated. The amount of pheramonal, evaporated sweat that contaminated your newly shared airspace made your body shake. He smells indescribable, like all your favorite scents combined into one heavenly stench of sex.
"Hey, what--" he pants. He's a little far gone, sweat drenching his entire body in pools between the cushions of the floor. His eyes dip below at your pussy riding your toy to sedate your growing heat. "Whooooa...hey..." His eyes widen in concern.
"Wow, that looks uncomfortable," he laughs. You smile at him softly. He bites his lip, just looking at you before his eyes squeeze shut. He's quivering, needing some kind of stimulation again but he can hold it off.
"I came...five times in the past...hour," he pants, trying to keep his eyes up on your face. "I've never...I've never...done...I've never..." He stutters.
"Me neither. I figured it was me who triggered it, so I might as well...and...I want to mate you, you're really hot," you laugh.
"Woooow," he breaks out into a cheeky smile, rolling his eyes. "Fuck~" he spits under his breath. His palms stroke his cock through his t-shirt as his eyes dip below to watch your tits, wishing they were on his tongue.
"Show me how you ride it," he requests.
"Hm? Oh," you lean back and swirl your hips on it, forward. It sedates you good, satisfies and keeps you at bay, but staring at what he's working on...you know it'll only be a matter of time before this isn't enough for you.
"You're sweet, by the way. You taste like cotton candy from over here," he says as he rubs himself furiously, his jaw slack as his eyes focus on your cunt taking that massive toy and dripping all over it with fluency.
"Yeah, I'm sweet?" You moan, biting your lip hard. "Can I see how big you are? I'm really fertile, so...I wanna know if I can take your knot easily."
After some contemplation, Jungkook carefully removes the black cloth covering his crotch. He's bigger than what's inside of you, irregular for a rabbit hybrid. His dick slaps on his thigh with a thud, leaking his precum on his honey-toned thigh. He's angry red at the tip, veins running like rivers along the shaft. He swells and retracts.
His hands grasp the girth of it, loosely tugging as he gathers some of his precum from his slit and drags it down all the way to his balls. He shows off for you, his languid strokes defining just how devastatingly big he is.
"Mate me~!"
A whine slips from your mouth.
Something changes, biologically, in Jungkook.
His eyes grow dark, dialating into something animalistic as he approaches your body. He pounces, his body parallel to yours. His cock smacks against your stomach as his pupils drink in the sight of a true omega in heat.
"Mate me, who?" Jungkook smirks.
You quiver, caged by his massive arms. Without warning, his mouth connects to your neck and sucks a hard mark right on your collar, causing you to part your lips in a sudden gasp. "Daddy!" You erupt.
Jungkook smiles against your skin. He was expecting a "Jungkook," or maybe an "alpha--"
But this...this was interesting.
"Daddy? Mate you, Daddy?" He plunges his fingers into your squelching pussy and gathers your slick on his hand before connecting it to his cock and coating himself with you.
"Yeah~" you cry. "Breed me, please." You sigh, shifting uncomfortably under him while he teases and tugs at you with his tongue, wrapping his tongue around the peak of your breast before dragging you on your back towards his hips.
"You want my cock to split you open and fill your cervix with my kits," he meets your pleading eyes. "I'll do it for you, baby girl..."
Your eyes soften, feeling his back hover over you and his body warm up right against yours. His skin is so good to touch, it's smooth and comforting. "It's better if you're bent over the other way, you'll open up for me better...I can relieve more of that tension for you, baby..." He places his hands under your hips, preparing to turn you over.
As soon as he does and he has that control over you, he does not waste time and pounds into your dialated cervix. You spread your knees wide as he claps his hips against your ass, pounding into you with vigor as you mew for him.
You choke on your own spit, your face buried in the cushion with just how much force his fat cock has against your little pussy. It's so stupidly good. You can't get enough of it as your claws poke out, scratching up the padding beneath you.
Jungkook sings out his beautiful moans, another strong wave of his pheramones thickly flowing through the air, tainted with your arousal. The mixture is deadly. "Babygirl likes to take Daddy's cock while pressed up against the floor so my pretty baby can feel it all the way in her uterus? You're so so so tight for me," he pants.
Your combined arousal is pooling beneath the both of you, and you're sure you've already cum once or twice but every one of your senses come to a screeching halt when you feel the beautiful tension building where his cock joins your cervix. He's knotting, his cock filling in every ridge and crevice of your palpitating cunt. He kisses you deeply, and you kiss him back as his cock fills you with his kits.
While the bond between you stiffens, and he adjusts you so that you're more comfortable beneath his body.
Vents activate within the room to circulate fresh air into the room before your next cycle. Jungkook only begins his next cycle in half an hour, and you're sedated for about an hour.
Eventually, it becomes easier for the both of you to shift around a little more. He carefully helps you up on his lap, holding you in his arms while still inside you. He caresses you delicately, kissing the top of your head. "How are you feeling?" He hums.
"Hm?" You turn your head up to meet him.
"How are you, my dear?" He repeats in a loving tone.
"Tired," you sigh.
"You wanna go softer next time?" He takes a towel and dabs the sweat from your face.
"Mmm...mhm," you breathe.
For a moment, you collapse on his chest, closing your eyes.
Jungkook lays you down away from the mess you had made together and brings you some water, drinking half of it after you. "We need food," he says. "We have a little bit," he glances at the monitor.
contains gn!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms), angst >:), fwb, unhappy ending, implied smut, college au
summary you walk in on hoseok with someone else, but you’re just friends with benefits, aren’t you?
words 1.3K
note(s) has my angst improved 👁👁? also me already having another request finished?? weird
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you sighed, falling back onto the soft sheets. still breathing heavily, you forced yourself up even if you wanted to lay longer, catch your breath, and cuddle.
you wet a small towel in the bathroom sink and returned to the bedroom with it; hoseok was still in the same position you left him, laying on his stomach, already half-asleep. tsking, you rolled him over and wiped off his lower stomach and face before wiping yourself off a bit as well.
thankfully the sheets hadn’t received too much damage, so you threw yourself back into bed, where hoseok clung to you right away - he’s already a pretty physically affectionate person on his own, it was barely a surprise when you realized he’s a post-coital cuddler.
“y/n?” hoseok mumbled tiredly, from where his face rested against your chest. “hm?”
“you free this weekend? probably gonna go to this party, wanna come?”
“i have to study,” you groaned, “got this dumbass test next week,” adjusting your position to cuddle up to hoseok more closely, you sighed comfortably.
“mm. that sucks,”
it really did.
-
you almost groaned audibly before remembering you were very much in a library. with a quiet sigh, you let your blue highlighter fall from your achy hand, making an audible clacking noise as it made contact with the desk. you got a look or two for that one and simply rolled your eyes.
refraining from just dropping your head onto the desk, you closed up your book, gathered your supplies and papers, and stuffed them into your bag.
it was a sunday, and you’d been studying for quite a few hours straight; if only you’d studied more and hadn’t begun practically last minute. though, you guess it was your fault for procrastinating…
you rubbed your temple, trying to ease the aching to no avail. you’d have to hurry home - to take some painkillers, and probably grab a snack and some water. you wanted to stop by hoseok’s within a few hours, it was still a bit early in the night, so he wouldn’t be home yet, but hey, more time for you to relax.
and surely, you really did relax; you’d promptly fell asleep after lying in bed, telling yourself you were just gonna rest your eyes before. you blinked your eyes open from your nap and groaned before grabbing your phone, it was a while after midnight.
at least you hadn’t slept longer, otherwise, you would have of had to abandon your plan of seeing hoseok in favor of sleeping. though, more sleep sounded quite appealing… no, you already got up from bed.
the trip to hoseok’s apartment is a quick one, thankfully; you weren’t up for going anywhere too far, and hoseok only lived a few blocks away.
you stopped at his door, on the fifth floor and brought your hand to the keypad to type in the code. it beeped with a green light so you pushed the door open. shutting the door behind you, you stepped further into the entryway, cursing under your breath when a pair of shoes almost made you trip. said shoes were an unfamiliar pair and instead of sitting neatly to the side they were tossed carelessly in the middle of the entrance, another pair - one of hoseok’s familiar pairs - was as well; it was odd because hoseok was a bit of a neat freak.
shrugging off your confusion, you took off your own shoes and placed them neatly before heading in the direction of hoseok’s room. the door was open and you could make out the dim lighting in the dark hallway.
a moan made you stop in your tracks. it was undoubtedly hoseok.
you stupidly continued to the door, the curiosity and anxiousness gnawing at your mind. your breath hitched when you peeked inside.
it was hoseok with another person. and it shouldn’t make you feel anything besides maybe embarrassment from witnessing your friend having sex with someone else. but instead, a frown sets on your lips, and there’s an ugly disruptive churn in your gut; you feel sad, angry, even though you probably have no right to.
you’re the one who agreed to this kind of relationship after all, and you’d never spoken about being exclusive; hoseok would probably say something like, ‘doesn’t that make us seem like a couple?’ and make a face. you knew hoseok hadn’t particularly been looking for a romantic relationship when you agreed to this, yet you never stopped your heart from fluttering or pitter-pattering when hoseok smiled so brightly at you or when he held you so tightly.
you silently slipped back out of the apartment, leaving no trace of your visit, and made your way back home, feet dragging on the concrete.
your bed seemed nice, safe right at that moment. you replaced your outfit with a comfortable pair of pajamas and fell into bed.
you hadn’t been oblivious to the fact that hoseok slept with others besides you, you weren’t dumb. but knowing of it and actually seeing and acknowledging it are two completely different things. so, what now?
-
like an idiot, you pretended everything was okay. the day after, you saw hoseok, hooked up, and listened to him talk about the party, where he’d conveniently left out the part where he spent his night with someone else.
you pretended just fine for a few weeks; it wore you down and in the end, you felt like you were wilting a bit, missing something.
you distanced from hoseok, only seeing him now and then for a quick hookup and losing the hangouts and conversations about everything and nothing. it would be fine.
maybe not. you were going to hoseok’s for the first time in two weeks and had seen him with the same person from before - you never saw their face but they had a distinct hair color. you dragged yourself back home again and laid in bed.
maybe the universe is giving you blatant signs to give up. you sigh at the ceiling, perhaps that’s what you should do. give up.
-
you lose track of time, suddenly the semester’s coming to an end and you can’t remember when you last saw hoseok, spoke to him even. was your friendship with him that fragile, invaluable? maybe.
“hey,”
blinking, you angle your head up to see the man you’d just been thinking of, hoseok, who’s in your favorite cafe. “can i sit?”
you shrug and hoseok chews his lower lip before sitting across from you. it’s awkward and your shoulders are tensed, you stare down at the drink in your hands, anything to avoid looking at hoseok at that moment.
“y/n… ah, we’ve been so busy, i feel like i haven’t seen you in months.”
probably because it may have been months, you don’t know. “yeah.” you answer plainly.
“…we should catch up soon. i would suggest today but i’m actually supposed to be meeting someone,” hoseok gives a strained smile.
“oh-“
“babe, there you are!” a voice says through a smile, and suddenly there’s someone standing next to hoseok and greeting him with a kiss. you recognize the hair color. hoseok smiles, bright and carefree. “y/n, this is my partner,“
“i actually met them at that party and-“
you act like you’re listening, nodding, and giving tight smiles, but you’re more in your head than anything, an endless train of what if’s plaguing your mind.
what if you’d just told hoseok how you felt? what if you went to the party with hoseok? what if you never agreed to the whole friends with benefits thing? what if-
“y/n?”
“…yeah?”
“i said i’d text you. see about meeting up sometime soon.”
“oh, yeah. okay,” you said dismissively with a nod. you weren’t planning on seeing him again.
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