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Jungkook has been keeping you close upon the revelation about the Pi Gasu curse. Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, terminal illness, unintentional violence / injury description, explicit sexual content, painful sex, biting, heavy angst
SERIES MASTERLIST
Being cursed for death doesn’t seem too far afield from what’s written for everybody in this world. People breathe, sleep, eat, breed and eventually they wither and die. Of course there are vices that consume humanity between its beginning and end. Drugs, alcohol, lying, cheating, stealing, fucking everything with a pulse in a three hundred mile radius. And that’s only to name a few.
Death is inevitable for every living, breathing thing. One way or another life ends. No matter how beautifully written the book, or in spite of the end being premature, or even how peaceful the final chapter may be. That’s exactly what it is – a finale. Everything else is irrelevant in that moment. The sins, the celebrations, all the regrets and false promises truly mean nothing when it’s time to close the book.
We’re all born to die.
But to die before you’ve really lived? It’s pitiful. You don’t have a vice, there’s no morally grey area that intrigues you. Well maybe there is one. It’s tall, dark and sinisterly handsome with a knack for taking your breath away whenever it speaks in romance riddles. Whenever it embraces you you’re left wordless, and on the rare occasion it’s lips have moulded against yours it’s enough to consume every fibre of your being.
Unfortunately for you, it’s the same vice you’ve been staying with for almost three weeks now.
The curse of the Pi Gasu has plagued your thoughts ever since Jungkook told you about it. How you and your twin brother Eddie are cursed. How your biological father was a vampire. How Eddie’s terminal illness is nothing more than a transition into immortality. And how his transition will only be completed the moment you die. So it’s all real, the scary monsters and spooky tales. The vampires, werewolves and demons. The witchcraft, the potions and curses. It’s been a rough couple of weeks for you hiding out in Jungkook’s house that’s for damn sure.
Which leaves the question: why are you hiding out in his house?
It was something the monster in question deemed necessary, now that he knows the truth of your linage he wants to protect you from vampires. As Eddie’s transition painfully drags itself to almost completion, your scent has only grown all the more enticing to the undead.
The Pi Gasu curse births a born predator, a powerful vampire, and when the DNA splits itself in the womb the other twin, the human twin, is cursed for a short-lived life plagued with the unwanted art of seduction. Everything about you mesmerises a vampire, securing your death and completing Eddie’s transition into eternal darkness. Restoring the balance in the world, one death for immortal life.
It’s been unbearable for both you and Jungkook to be around each other as your scent flourishes, drowning him, so much so that you’re staying in a small spare bedroom on the highest floor away from his choice of bedroom – the basement.
It's decorated nicely, the bedroom you’re staying in, as is the rest of his home. Plain and simple, added touch of personality. Almost like he saw the room in a catalogue and thought; 'that's what humans live like, I'll copy it.'
You’ve been in the basement many times, hell he’s nearly taken you to heaven and back again within those walls on multiple occasions when you used to fool around together. But it’s out of bounds right now, for no reason other than your safety. You know that he’s insisting you stay here for your own good, to stay alive, because he’s told you that he needs more time. More time to find a cure for the Pi Gasu curse, but so far his efforts have been futile.
Of course there was the spark of hope that perhaps if you turned into a vampire, Eddie would be saved and you could avoid being buried deep in the earth or being scattered in the sky. However, after much researching Jungkook and his for lack of better word friends Taehyung, Seokjin, Jimin and Namjoon all found no evidence to support the theory.
Apparently Jungkook isn’t willing to risk it regardless, he shut you down very quickly when you asked him to turn you. And not just because it’s illegal, but because he doesn’t want that life for you. He’s determined to find another way. And as you’re currently cooped up in his home asking any of the other vampires you know through association to turn you is somewhat impossible.
“Maybe I should just ask him to get this over with and kill me already.” You whisper at your reflection in the mirror, brushing out your wet freshly-showered hair.
That’s the inevitable, right? You’re going to die anyway so what’s the use in prolonging it? Eddie will be saved, Jungkook won’t have to fear that you’ve been found and killed by a vampire every damn day. It’s been a few days since you’ve even seen Jungkook’s face, usually he knocks on the bedroom door to let you know there’s food waiting for you before disappearing into the basement. It must be becoming a chore for him to take care of you like this, as much as it’s becoming a chore for you to stay put and wait for a miracle. You’re bored, broken and ready to face reality.
You were born to die.
Slowly, you push the bedroom door open, contrasting against the quickening of your beating heart. You’ve given him time and he’s found no cure. You’re ready to embrace death if it means your brother can be saved.
Skin still damp from the hot shower you cling onto the small towel that barely covers your modesty, making your way downstairs in his eerily homely home. It’s warm, as it has been throughout your stay here. Usually he would never feel the need to turn on the heating, but with a human under his roof he’s grown considerate of your comfort. Jungkook’s basically doing what he can to keep you alive, all while staying well out of your way and in turn not killing you himself.
Before you even have chance to call out his name in the open living area, he’s resting against the doorway in front of you – like he sensed you coming. Water beads trickle down your exposed skin when you stand completely still, frozen, staring at the vampire who’s hellbent on protecting your soul.
Jungkook swallows, wetting his lips all while his eyes slide over your body and drink in what you’re wearing. Well, what you’re not wearing. Unlike you he’s fully clothed, a shimmering red bomber jacket thrown over a zebra print sheer shirt that hangs just over his black belt. All tied together with ripped black jeans and bare feet. His disregard for colour palettes or themes when it comes to fashion choices never fails to amuse you. No human would ever dress like that.
“Did you need something?” His voice is flat, unreadable, much like the expression blanketing his sharp profile that’s only softened by the wavy locks of raven hair tickling his thick brows, “Are you out of clean clothes?”
“No… I just-, I just wanted to see you I guess.” You sigh absentmindedly, shaking some excess water from your hair, “It’s pretty lonely up there.”
The look on Jungkook’s face is nothing short of pained when his eyes squeeze shut, he looks almost guilty before he pinches the bridge of his nose, “Y/N… I’m sorry. But it’s for your own safety.”
“You’ve never hurt me before.” You mumble, averting his gaze.
And he hasn’t. Initially when you first met Jungkook all those months ago you were terrified of him and the prospect of what he could do to you. He’s strong, a lot stronger than a regular bitten vampire, he’s a Pi Gasu vampire, much like your brother he was born for this life. It’s in his veins and always has been. Even before his twin sister died and secured his place in the immortal world, the monster he became lingered beneath the surface. Waiting. Begging to be freed.
But then you got to know Jungkook on a personal level, and he would do anything to keep you safe. The fact you’re standing in his house proves the fact on some level, despite having no soul, he does care about you. There have been moments together, heated moments, moments that will last an eternity in his mind, where he could’ve succumb to his inner demon and blood lust. But he didn't.
Jungkook’s features soften upon meeting your eyes, his doe-like eyes may be crimson red in colour but they’re swimming with emotion, enough to make you drown in them, “Truthfully I don’t know what’s worse,” He frowns, pierced lips parted, “Staying away from you makes me crave you more, but being near you…”
“Makes you want to kill me.” You clear your throat, somewhat overwhelmed by his presence.
A while ago he’d asked you if you believe in fate, soulmates, convinced that you and he were tied by the beauty of the moon. But as you watch the man in front of you physically struggle to breathe around you, you’re reminded that it’s nothing more than the curse of the Pi Gasu.
The corners of his lips quirk up into a soft smile, “It’s not the curse.” His voice is low, it’s still equal parts infuriating and endearing that he can read your thoughts and you’ll never get used to it. “You’re… It’s…. It’s more than that. If I were only interested in you because of the curse you would’ve been dead a long time ago. The curse complicates things, but, well…”
“Maybe it’d be better for everyone if I just died already and got this over with.” You chuckle, while you’re trying to ease the budding tension with a joke at your own expense it’s obvious Jungkook doesn’t see the funny side. His frown deepens, a small hum escaping him.
“Is that how you really feel?”
“I’m just saying…” You sigh, squeezing the towel wrapping your body a little tighter, “Eddie will transition into a vampire, he won’t be in pain anymore… And you won’t have to waste time searching for a miracle. You can go back to your normal life before we met—”
“My time will never be wasted when spent on you.” He takes a step forward, surprising you, his jaw clenched so tight you wonder if vampire bones are capable of shattering, “If it takes me forever to find a cure then so be it, I’m not prepared to let you die.”
You try to reason with him, shuffling a cautious step in his direction, “I don’t want my brother to be in pain anymore, if dying is the only way—”
“I’m not going to let that happen!” The projection of his voice startles you, but not as much as the loud bang followed by bricks crumbling around his feet after he punches the door frame does. You stare at him wide-eyed and frightened, unable to peer away from the way his chest heaves up and down with each angry breath. “I need more time… I’ll find a way.”
At this you lose it, laughing humourlessly before you match his volume and rage, “There isn’t another way Jungkook! You’ve tried!” You rush over to him, until you’re in arms-length distance and being mindful not to step in the aftermath of his temper, “I can’t live like this anymore, knowing that it’s hurting my brother… I just-, I want this to be over with. I’m ready.” You sigh, eyes fluttering shut. It’s such a relief to say that out loud.
Jungkook swallows, dark eyes zoned in on your face, “Well I’m not ready to lose you Y/N.”
“It has to be this way, to save my brother.”
“I'm not letting you go, not yet. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you,” He begins, trembling tattooed hands gently finding purchase on your bare shoulders, “You’re the poem the universe wrote only for me.”
A tiny gasp betrays you when his inked fingers find your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. It’s indescribable how beautiful the man is standing before you, even in his human life he must’ve been the most handsome person around. His eyes are dark in colour, framed by even darker delicate lashes. The pits of your stomach ignite with desire, along with an uncontrollable need to be closer to him. A pull so inhumane and sewn deep into your soul that you struggle to compare it to anything you’ve ever experienced. It's Jungkook’s breath warm against your lips that breaks you from the trance, gazing up at him with big eyes.
“I know you feel this too… This comfort, this desire…” He whispers, until his lips are a hair away from yours, his own eyes sliding shut, “The ache in your heart, is my promise to you that this is more than the curse. You belong with me.”
“Then change me.” You plead quietly, cupping his angled jaw with your hands, “There’s no way to beat the curse, if it’s death that completes his transition… Technically I’ll be dead. Change me.”
“There’s no guarantee it’ll save you brother, there’s no guarantee you’ll even survive it… There’s no evidence of a Pi Gasu twin being turned. It’s too risky. Your life isn’t something I’m willing to take chances on.”
You sigh again, pressing your forehead to his, “Please, Jungkook.”
“You may have nothing to lose, but if we do this I’ll lose everything.” His whisper comes with his arms snaking round your back, pressing your body to his own. “If you die—”
“We don’t know that I won’t survive it,” You hold his face tighter, silently begging him to grant this wish for you, “I can’t tolerate the thought of my life causing my brother pain anymore. Please, for me, please. It will work—”
“Do you realise what you’re asking of me?” He bites, and for a split second you swear you see his chin quiver. “I could never forgive myself if it didn’t work, if you died before I had the chance to really be with you.”
His admission sends a rush of guilt over you, you are asking a lot of him but there is no other way. He’s searched, his friends have searched, and no cure has been found. If you’re going to die regardless, at least it won’t be in vain.
“Then be with me.” You whisper, “Take me, however you want me, have me.” You kiss his cheek, not missing the way his hold of you grows stronger.
“It’s too dangerous.” His face his scrunched tightly, as though he’s having a difficult time being so close to you. Where his skin is usually ice cold his cheeks feel flushes beneath your palms, “If I lose control, even for a second…”
“You won’t.” You hush his concerns, thumbs tracing back and forth on his skin in an attempt to comfort him, “And if you do… You could change me. This will work, I promise.”
"What if it doesn't?" He whispers back.
"But what if it does?"
Large palms make their way up your back until they find purchase in your damp hair, and at that exact moment nothing else in the world matters. It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel for each other so deeply, so unwaveringly, that when his lips find yours you simultaneously feel broken and complete all at once. When he kisses you you’re left breathless, haphazardly grabbing at his body to get impossibly closer to him, something he reciprocates wordlessly.
Jungkook’s hands are all over your frame, his lips crushing yours hard enough to bruise, with such urgency it makes your head spin. It doesn’t take you long to slide his jacket from his broad shoulders, messily clawing down his back when his tongue elegantly glides into your mouth and dances with your own. You stand there for some time, embracing each other, kissing as though it’s the last time, choking on the thick sea of words neither of you are too brave to speak.
It's then that you’re being whisked downstairs faster than you can humanly process. Your back hits the mattress on the large bed centred in the basement, Jungkook’s body atop of your own and strong arms caging you in. His lips never leaving yours, kissing you with so much yearning and lust that it’s enough to make you feel as though you’re the only two people in the world. When your arms reach out to his shirt buttons the towel you’re wearing falls open, revealing your entirely naked body underneath him.
The scent of your exposed flesh must’ve been like heat from a foreign country smacking Jungkook straight in the face when stepping off a plane. He pulls back ever so slightly, calming himself, steadying his breathing while burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“I want you to know…” He exhales, voice thickened by bloodlust and greed, “That whatever happens, if this doesn’t work… In my own way, in my own morbid, sinister and selfish way. Not once in my centuries of existing have I ever felt this way about anyone.”
“Jungkook…” You whimper beneath him, ridding him of his thin shirt. You'd almost forgotten about the countless tattoos decorating his physique. The dark sleeves, the intricate artwork littering his entire body. The muscles on his body. He really is breath taking.
“To know you is to love you Y/N.”
Wet kisses smother your neck, filled with emotion and truths untold that have you sighing in bliss. He’s omnipresent, you can feel him in every inch of your body, his voice haunting your thoughts and his touch burning your flesh. His tongue glides over a sensitive spot on your neck and that’s when you feel his fangs, sharp and threatening, scratching the spot through the kisses. Jungkook’s movements grow more frantic, his mouth lapping up your taste before he hisses against you, shaking his head of the intrusive thoughts.
“It’s okay…” You whisper, “It’s okay… You won’t hurt me, I trust you.”
You feel his small smile against you, “A foolish mistake on your part.”
With your earlobe pinched between his teeth he rests his weight on one arm, snaking the other down to cup your breast. When his thumb grazes your nipple you both groan, overwhelmed by lust. Every nerve in your body is aflame, singing a song written for only Jungkook to hear. When his hand travels further down your bare body, until his fingers toy with your folds you lose all sense of who you are.
“Please,” You beg shamelessly, “Please touch me.”
“Once I start I won’t be able to stop Y/N,” Where his whispered warning should bring you to your senses, it does nothing save for fuel the burning desire in your body, “Being… Intimate with a vampire, it’s-, it’s not going to be like it is in the movies. It’s rough, it’s painful and it will hurt. Are you sure you want this?”
“I’m sure,” You nod along a little too eagerly, ready to be thrown into the volcano. “Come here…” You gently grip his head and tug his neck to your lips, peppering the clammy skin with lewd kisses, “Can I-, um…”
For the first time in a while you hear him chuckle, his white smile so boyish and bright you almost miss the threat of his predatory fangs completely, “You can. Don’t hold back, get a good amount of blood in case this ends badly. Bite me like your life depends on it.”
Because it does.
With a lot of effort your teeth sink into his flesh and the familiar taste of iron coats your tongue. It’s not pleasurable, not for a human, to taste blood. But the moment is intimate, like you’re tasting the forbidden fruit you’ve been told to avoid your whole life. You’ve tasted his blood before when you fooled around, mostly because he didn’t want to hurt you and knew a drop of his blood would help repair any injuries sustained. But this time it's different, this really may be your last night with him if things turn sour.
Soon your biting turns to kisses and Jungkook lowers his lips to the shell of your ear, his voice raspy yet serious, “Are you sure about this?”
“Positive.” You murmur against his skin, jaw falling slack with a gasp upon the sensation of his nimble fingers drawing firm circles over your sensitive area.
It’s euphoric, the feeling of coming undone beneath a monster you’ve lusted for since the moment you met him. Your body caged under his, his muscles sheltering you from the outside world. Like a rose guarded by it’s thorns, two halves a whole, neither one existing without the other. And as his ministrations grow more deliberate, dipping into where you crave him most, the rose begins to shed it’s petals. Layers of doubt, fear, uncertainty, falling onto the bedsheets with your discarded towel. Walls crumbling, only leaving the part of your soul that yearns for more. Your body language is something he is fluent in, understanding completely what you want and how to give it to you.
As you watch him slither down the sheets, until his face is buried into the plump flesh of your thigh, you feel like you’re falling. But he doesn’t let you touch the ground, catching you, he takes a deep breath through flared nostrils to steady himself before heavy eyes flicker to your face. Perhaps the most sinful feature of human nature is to give what we most wish to receive, and in this moment the only thing clouding the limited space between your bodies is the mutual need for intimacy.
To be loved.
Jungkook’s losing his mind, every ounce of self-restraint slowly dissipating into the carnal desire to claim you. To make you his in every sense of the word, until your minds, bodies and souls are eternally intertwined. His bare chest rises and falls in rhythm with your pounding heart, the scent of you flooding every sense he possess. Subconsciously his jaw tightens upon seeing your wet pussy shimmer in the dim lighting of the basement. The monster inside him has never been so painfully close to the surface in your presence, it’s a battle he knows he’ll ultimately lose and the neediness smothering your pretty features is far from helping the situation.
Open-mouthed kisses guide him to your swollen clit, where he takes it between his lips and begins to lap it up with a flattened tongue, sucking and licking until you’re writhing on the bed in equal parts shock and desperation.
“Fuck… Jung-, hnnng.” You moan breathlessly, feeling akin to being on cloud fucking nine, body tingling in every way imaginable. His licking grows heavier, more determined and erratic, barely giving you time to even out your unsteady breaths, “Shit, Jungkook.” You mewl, pushing your hips up to meet his greedy mouth.
His muscular arms sling themselves under your thighs, a bruising grip on your hips when he drags you closer to his face, the bend of his nose now flat against your core. You're no match for the shapes he's creating with his tongue. you don't stand a change against the harsh sucks and groans he's delivering. It’s as if he’s enjoying this equally as much as you, thick brows pinched in concentration while the hold he has on your bones turns painful. Hearing you cry out from the combination of pain and pleasure only spurs him on more, smothering himself between your legs where he eats you out so ravenously your legs twitch and tremble either side of his face.
“Jungk-, ohhh…” Your eyes glide back into your skull, hands roughly and quickly finding their way into the depths of his raven hair. With urgency you push his bangs away from his face to get a better view of the unholy display unfolding before your very eyes.
The dark veins framing his hooded gaze should deter you, turn you off, make you scream for an entirely different reason. But they don’t. In spite the noticeable bruising around his eye sockets, drawing attention to the beast inside him, you’ve never wanted him more.
It’s when he looks up at you that you realise exactly what he was referring to earlier. Despite having consumed his blood the strength he’s grabbing your body with hurts. You’re frowning, lips ajar to allow your shallow breaths and quiet whimpers escape freely. The pain is soon forgotten about when Jungkook hisses against you, sucking in a sharp breath before diving right back in, visibly losing control.
We don’t fall in love with the pure intentions in people, we fall in love with the darkness we recognise in others. From the moment your eyes met his, you knew there was something inside his demonic stare that felt like home. It’s all overwhelming, contradicting, confusing, but boy is it addicting.
It’s a stab to the heart and being brought back to life in the same moment, knowing it hurts but unable to pinpoint where. Just knowing you want more of it, until you’re gasping for air and drowning in the sea of possibilities. Further proving that if it doesn’t hurt, ache and bleed, it’s not love; and the way he holds your body strong enough to break it has you finally making sense of the term ‘to love someone to death’.
“Jungkook… I’m-,” You pant, tugging and pulling his hair, “I’m close. Please…” Your body shakes and jolts with ecstasy, the fire in your stomach never burning hotter. The pornographic sounds of him savouring every drop of arousal you’re giving him floods your ears, fogs your mind and throws you head first over the edge.
“Fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming! Don’t stop!”” You gasp, back arching from the sheets, hands flying to your scalp to helplessly tug your hair.
Your frame is punched with the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, pulsating with pleasure that comes in white-hot waves. Had Jungkook been human the way you’re pressing your thighs together from the overstimulation would have his eyes pop out his skull. Instead his face stays there, stare hungrily dragging itself up and down the spans of your sweaty body. His movements slow into an eventual nothing, aiding you ride out your high, until he’s suddenly above you, crashing his face to yours in a bloodthirsty kiss.
“Take more,” He orders, craning his neck to give you easier access to where you bit him previously, “I’m-, have more. Please. I’m not gonna be able to hold back much longer, I don’t want to hurt you.” The genuine pain weaved into his words sparks a panic inside you, this is him holding back? You think about how tightly he held you, how your bones almost crumbled beneath his fingertips. So you do as he says, biting him again until a soft moan emits from his pierced lips and catches you off guard.
“If this is too much for you…” You say quietly, guilt eroding your insides, “We don’t-, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this for me. If you’re not having a good time—”
You’re cut short by the sound of Jungkook’s breathy laughter, sounding disbelieved. He meets your eye contact with a smirk, still panting for air, “How can I put this to you?” He’s laughing, wetting his lips between smiles, “To call what we’ve just done ‘a good time’ is a fucking insult. I’ve never felt seduction like this, I want to have you, to take you, to consume you in every way imaginable until you’re mine.” There’s a possessiveness to his tone, one what reignites the fire of passion.
“I’m already yours.” You whisper, in what feels like a very profound moment where time itself comes to a halt.
Jungkook stills, swallowing the needy noises that threaten to betray him when you start kissing his neck again, softly, featherlight, showing him no fear or hesitation. You want this, just as much as he does, “Everything I am, everything I have to give, is yours Y/N.”
And just like that he’s kissing you again, feverishly, hopelessly, like a love sick fool glutton for punishment.
The tension picks up quickly, atmosphere shifting into something more sinister as Jungkook begins to lose his resolve. His body is tense, jaw tight, eyes slid shut and white teeth bared in a threatening snarl against your cheek. A hand reaches out to the wooden bedframe to steady himself, but instead it crumbles between his fingertips and he has no choice but to keep himself still to stay calm.
“Are you okay?” You peer up at him, expression innocent yet screaming concern.
Jungkook growls, he knew this moment would happen sooner or later but he doesn’t have time to dwell on the specifics. When his eyes lock with yours they’re deep red, rich, oozing lust, a born predator stalking his prey.
“You’re mine.”
A moment later he’s shed of any clothing, hovering above you, chest heaving up and down while panting for air. Your scent is everywhere, it’s enough to make his eyes roll back into his skull when he bites his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The tattoos, the muscles, the bumps and bends of his body have you silently pleading for him to take you, it’s the last thing Jungkook sees in your eyes before the monster inside finally takes over.
The lust that overcomes a vampire when aroused is like nothing any human would understand. The need, the urgency, the craving that weighs down their limbs and clouds their judgement. Any rational thinking dissolves quickly and the frenzy kicks in strong. With flared nostrils and unsteady deep breaths he lines his cock up to your entrance, hands trembling with anticipation and greed.
“Take me Jungkook,” Your voice is like that of an angel’s when it lands on his ears, quiet and calm, “I’m yours.”
With that statement your walls struggle to accommodate the size of his length as he pushes into you, the two of you groaning and gasping at the new mind-blowing sensation. Your hands are pinned above your head, held in place by the bone crushing grip Jungkook has on them with one hand, the other pawing at your left breast while his tongue finds your other nipple, swirling against it hungrily.
“Fuck!” You cry, never feeling so full in your life, “Jungkook… Oh my-, oh-, nnngh.” You whine pathetically between tiny breaths. You were warned that being intimate with a vampire was no easy feat, you knew it would hurt, and yet you’re still surprised at just how much it hurts.
“Who do you belong to?” Jungkook growls against your skin, pulling back his hips until he’s almost fully out of you before slamming himself back inside. Your organs already feel bruised, bones aching, head spinning. Yet there’s something tremendously addicting and pleasurable behind the pain.
“Y-you.” You hiss.
The roll of his hips is already overbearing, physically and emotionally pushing you to your limits. With each feral thrust you feel weaker, legs shaking in time with your pants for air. You’ve never given much thought to why mating with a vampire is illegal, Jungkook had explained to you that it’s extremely dangerous and the repercussions of these actions. Yet to experience it first hand is another thing entirely. The stretch is almost too much to handle, so much so that you shriek when you’re equally blessed and cursed by a particularly harsh thrust.
“Aaah!” Your eyes squeeze shut, mirroring the way your walls tighten around the girth currently stuffing you senseless.
“Fuck. Oh fuck.” You barely register the words lost to the sound of his moans and groans against your flesh, too caught up in your own self-awareness and thoughts. This is really happening, you’re fucking Jungkook. And Jungkook is annihilating you.
Once you’re adjusted to the brutal pace he’s set, plunging in and out of you, the pleasure slowly creeps up on you like a stalker in the night. It’s there, you can sense it, you know it’s coming and you cling onto the feeling of growing arousal inside you as a way to deal with the aches and pains spreading your frame. Focussing on how good this feels, you manage to find a sense of bliss.
As though he read your mind, Jungkook snakes a hand down your body to your clit, rubbing the area firmly to amplify the pleasure you’re feeling. The movements of his hand match the snaps of his hips. Hard, deep, inhumane, but it’s enough to regain some strength in your limbs and reignite the fire of passion in the depths of your abdomen.
“Shhh, shit-“ You choke out, completely enamoured by the sensation, “Keep going. Just like that.”
"I knew you'd be able to take me," He gasps when you clench around him again, "Fuck... Mmmph."
"Please, don't stop..." You whimper, your second high fast approaching thanks to his huge cock effortlessly brushing past your most sensitive spot with each roll of his hips, "Please."
"I could fuck you for eternity." He spits, lips tucked between his teeth while trying to remain calm, tightening the grip of your bound hands with his own, "I'm going to fuck you for eternity baby. Every night, mmmph, forever."
"Forever." Your voice is barely audible over Jungkook's loud moans every time he fucks into you, the sound alone sparking a whole new wave of need inside you.
“You’re mine,” He reiterates between ragged breaths, “All fucking mine.”
“All yours.” You sigh, growing hotter and sweatier all while being drilled into the mattress beneath you, “I’m all yours, and you’re mine.”
And that he is. He’s spent the last eight centuries guarding his heart, guarding it so viciously that others questioned if he even had one. It may not beat, it may not pump blood through his body, it may not work at all. But even then, in its broken, shabby, moth-eaten and frozen state. It belongs to you. Each part of his being, both man and beast, is undeniably, unfathomably, and uncontrollably yours.
He can’t blame the curse for his feelings, the fact alone that you make him capable of feeling anything is all the proof he needs that you’re his mate. His true mate. Just because you’re a Pi Gasu, a blood singer, doesn’t mean the emotions surging his core aren’t real. He’s fucking you hard enough to break you, to kill you, if it were nothing more than the curse drawing him to you he would’ve bitten and drained you by now, he's being intimate with you because he wants to.
Therein lies the biggest mistake Jungkook could’ve ever made. With your naked, exposed, vulnerable body quivering beneath him – he thinks about your blood. The romantic taste it leaves on his tongue, the thick scent of it flooding this entire room, his nostrils, how your arousal makes it sweeter…
“Jungkook, oh my—” You whine, muffling your shy moans behind your teeth that are sunken into your lips.
Without warning the grip he has of your hands tightens again, and your eyes fly open in a panic when you hear, when you feel the bones in your fingers snap. You stare at Jungkook, dumbfounded, in a state of shock. But he’s too zoned in on your neck to notice your features, he hasn’t registered what’s just happened despite the fact your fingers are like putty in his hands. His grip tightens once more, this time your wrist shatters like the bedframe did earlier, and you can’t help but scream.
"Ahh!"
“Shit shit shit, fuck!” Jungkook snaps out of his daze, face full of horror upon seeing what he’s done, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” In a frenzy of contradicting emotion he takes his hand away from your wrist, grabbing your hip to still your bodies – except the pressure from his vice-like hold is strong enough to crush your bones.
“Ahh—!” You’re coughing, spluttering, crying when it feels as though your hipbone has been ground down to dust and popped out of socket, paralysed with pain. “Jungkoo-, plea-, stop.” You choke, and the red tinge to his eyes quickly fades into chocolate brown. He raises his shaky hands to prove to you he’s not going to touch you, withdrawing himself from your body entirely.
“I-, Y/N… I’m sorry. I-, I lost it… Fuck, I’m s—”
“It hurts-, it-, it hurts.” You sob, physically incapable of moving your broken body on the bed, “Please… M-make it stop!” You’re roaring inconsolably, which tugs on the vampire’s heart strings a lot harsher than he’d prepared for. Nothing could’ve prepared him for seeing you in this much agony, nothing could’ve prepared you for feeling this much agony.
“I'll make it stop,” He nods once, twice, three times to syke himself up, “This is going to hurt, but it’ll take away the pain soon I promise.” With your eyes squeezed shut you manage to nod at him, giving him the only confirmation he needed to lower his lips to your jugular.
It’s a bittersweet moment for him, finally having the consent to bite you. But at what cost? He hurt you, something he’d promised himself he’d never do. And biting you now, after you’ve consumed his blood is going to change the course of your life forever. That’s if it even works… It should’ve prevented your bones from breaking, but it didn’t. Shaking the intrusive thoughts from his mind he kisses your neck tenderly, fluttering his eyes shut as mutual greed and despair takes over his immortal being.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers, before plunging his sharp fangs into the supple skin of your neck as easy as a blade through soft butter.
The second your blood stains his tongue, it’s over. Not just for your mortality, your soul, but for Jungkook too. It was one thing to drink your blood from the donation vials you’d gifted him previously, but to feast on you in such an intimate way in such a sacred moment is unbearable. He grips your body tightly, shattering a few of your ribs in the process to tug you even closer, all while his eyes roll into the back of his skull. You taste like every sonnet ever written, like every genuine smile you’ve ever gifted him, he’s never tasted such romance that it’s impossible for him to stop.
“Jungkook…” You’re growing weaker by the moment, the agony broken bones forgotten about, replaced by a searing hot pain on your neck that makes you want to shriek and sob. Except you’re too frail to move, to complain, instead having to take the hurt for what it is and pray that it’s over soon.
“Jung-,” You’re lightheaded, rapidly emptying of blood as your eyelids grow heavy. It’s a selfless thought, your final one, prompting the corners of your lips to curl into a smile. At least your brother will be okay. “-Kook… I-,” Your breaths slow, as does your heart, but you’ll be damned if you die without speaking your truth, “-love you.”
Your heartfelt confession forces him back to reality, he gulps, somehow finding the inner strength to stop and let go of your body. With a heaving chest and aching heart he retracts his fangs, replacing them with a soft kiss to the wound he’s created. A kiss so heartfelt that Shakespeare himself would have difficulty describing it. It takes him a selfish moment to steady himself, to fully shake the demon within to the back of his thoughts and appreciate your words and their magnitude. His forehead rests against your cheek, his hair damp and wayward, sticking to his skin as he smiles.
“To say I love you too would be an understatement,” He exhales, withdrawing from your face when you don’t react, “Y/N?”
Death is so beautiful. To have certainty, no yesterday and no tomorrow, no misery or doubt, just eternal peace. Envy brews inside Jungkook at the prospect of those capable of dying, to be the first to say goodbye, to lay forever in the soil and be a part of something more. The circle of life, the balance and harmony of the universe. At least that’s how he viewed death until he saw the light fade away from your eyes.
“Y/N?!”
He sits back on his knees, panicking, only now registering just how much damage he’s caused. Your body is warped, a mangled version of the epitome of beauty it was before. Not once has Jungkook ever felt remorse for his killings, it’s not in his nature. But the sight before him has him feeling sick to his stomach. He did this.
“Y/N?! No, no no no no…” Frantically shaking his head in denial his hands find the towel, covering your intimate areas with it to spare you some dignity, “Come on… Come on… The venom should be working, stay with me baby, stay with me!”
Love never dies a natural death. It withers away from the wrongdoings of the person we trusted most. The deceit, the pain and betrayals. It dies because of us, the consequences of our own actions. In it’s final hours love hurts so much that we feel numb to the pain, and even though we know the inevitable is coming, the execution destroys us.
And Jungkook loved you so much that it killed you.
“Please, you can’t leave me! You-, we were meant to be forever.. Please, come on come on come on...”
For the first time in his immortal existence Jungkook is scared. You should’ve turned by now, you should be like him. He’s turned many before, all of which showed signs of life after death within seconds of dying. It was a risky move to make, turning you when knowing of your lineage and the Pi Gasu curse, but even he must admit deep down he thought this would work. The silence in the basement is deafening, not even a trace of you beating heart remains.
"I've searched for so long to find you, please," He's desperate, leaning down to bite the other side of your neck. Your wrist, your arms, his fangs even make their way down to your thighs to bite you there too. The venom should be working. Why isn't it fucking working?!
It's then that he maps out a plan, one that will end his anguish if you really are dead. He’s to report your death to the council, they would never let him live knowing that he mated with you, never mind the fact he murdered you. The council consists of the world’s oldest, strongest vampires that implore the laws and see out punishments for ones broken. He’ll be executed. He knows first hand that he will suffer, it will be torture, the same pain he inflicted on others when he was a part of the council before he fled. Even then, nothing could ever hurt him more than living, if that’s what he is, knowing what he’s done.
“I’m so sorry,” His quivering lips part, allowing sobs to escape freely.
Even in death you take his breath away.
Unbeknownst to Jungkook you’re screaming for him not to worry, soul banging against the flesh of your body as the venom of his bites spreads your veins. It’s indescribable, agonising and paralysing. Internally you have the energy to run a thousand miles, the room smells different, there are dust particles falling in front of your eyes that you so desperately want to catch between your fingertips that feel restored to their usual structure. Yet you can't bring your body to move a single muscle.
You’re pleading, begging for him to stop crying and see that it worked. It worked. Eddie's transition will be complete just as you finish your own. You’re right here with Jungkook, where you’ll always be.
Forever.
“I should’ve never put you at risk like this… I-, I should’ve shown more restraint. I should’ve never let this happen.” He continues, sparks igniting your skin when his cool fingers trace your profile before he shuts your eyelids for you.
“I spent centuries searching for you, longing for your touch… Only for my touch to be the weapon that kills you. I would’ve given you the world and yet I’m the one to take it from you. The irony of loving someone so much it kills you is wasted on me, I feel nothing short of heartbroken.”
Please, please don’t cry, you think, please.
The world’s greatest love stories are defined by tragedy, and there is nothing more tragic than finally embracing your adoration and love for someone when it’s too late. How selfish of you both, to only truly appreciate the other and the comfort they brought you once it faded into darkness. It takes every ounce of strength, every shred of adrenaline in your body to flutter your eyes back open. And when you do, you're greeted with the sight of Jungkook sobbing into his hands.
Your voice is hoarse, throat burning, as though you've just died and come back to life, but when it registers in your mates brain his gaze snaps to yours instantly, and he grins.
Because this is my favorite holiday of all time, I've created this list for everyone wanting to read some Halloween related fics for today. They may not all include the holiday itself, but they at least have the elements we love so much about the holiday!
Supernatural!au, Horror!au, etc.
Give all the authors your praise for their stories. I included a few of my own, but besides the fic’s I claim as mine then none of these fics are mine. Make sure to check out the warnings before you read the fics!
You may have seen some of these fics recommended on my other lists, but it’s only because they’re related to this rec list AND because the read was so good for me I wanted to recommend them again! I hope you all enjoy the fics as much as I did, and have a happy Halloween!
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Key:
(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,
(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Drabble
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Title: Birthright 💦👊🗒
Summary: Vampire!seokjin x human!reader. Also historical and strangers to lovers!au
↳ “Slowly making peace with the one singular purpose your life served, you were grateful for the solace you didn’t anticipate within the cold walls of the Briarwood Manor in a handsome stranger who kept your heart warm with his gorgeous smiles and a vast collection of books. However, you couldn’t escape the eerie inkling that you knew him better than you realized. Not when assaulted by dreams in which Kim Seokjin’s charcoal black eyes turn as red as his lips had been the first night you met him.”
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Title: Mirror, Mirror On The Wall 💦🗒
Summary: Vampire prince!seokjin x human servant!reader. Also royalty and medieval!au.
↳ “Being a vampire prince, Seokjin is used to feeling everyone’s eyes on him. In fact, he’s come to expect it from his subjects. So when you won’t look at him of course he’s not happy. After all, didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude not to stare at him?”
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Title: My Queen 💦🐑👊🗒
Summary: Vampire king!seokjin x human!reader. Also royalty and soulmate!au.
↳ “Seokjin had just returned to find his court and staff were not treating you how they should when he was gone. You were hurt, and his instincts were telling him to claim you and make sure you were unharmed.”
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Title: Magic of The Night 👊🗒
Summary: Witch!Yoongi x Human!Reader. Also Magic, Halloween and Horror!au.
↳ “There is a witch you go to for spells and potions whenever human nature is not enough for things to go your way, and he loves you more than anyone else ever will.”
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Title: Snowstorm 🐑👊🗒
Summary: Jack Frost!yoongi x reader. Magic, Jack Frost and Childhood friends!au.
↳ “Strange things happen in the woods when you return home for Christmas. And why does your mum insist you stay away from Min Yoongi?”
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Title: Trick-or-Treat! 🐑🗒
Summary: Trick-or-treating and meadow!au. Short, but sweet. This felt like a good relief to read after reading all of these other fics. A needed fluff read for this season!
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Title: Red 💦🗒
Summary: Idol!Sub!Hoseok x Demon!Dom!reader. Fantasy, supernatural/demon, and established relationship au.
↳ “Can we go on one date without you causing someone trauma?” ... “Babe, I’m a demon. What do you expect me to do?”
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Title: Run Little Red 👊🗒
Summary: Wolf!namjoon x human!reader. Little red riding hood and yandere!au.
↳ “A calm life in a small village was all you ever knew, your days spent in the bakery and keeping to yourself. You liked the quiet and gentle nature of your life, but one day a wolf stands outside of your window, a stranger arrives, and people begin to go missing. Do you dare don your red coat and enter the forest?”
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Title: Lady Of The Night 👊🗒
Summary: Jack the ripper and horror!au.
↳ “You had been plunged backwards through time for a reason, and maybe this was the reason. This was the world’s most infamous cold case. What were the chances that a journalist would slip through the cracks in time and stumble into the East End of 1891? The only conclusion you could draw was that you were meant to identify who the ripper was. You knew nothing about time travel regardless of the pop culture you had consumed. For all you knew, changing the events of the past would not create a ripple effect but instead a branch. And, as horrifying as this scenario was, your curiosity was going to get the better of you. You needed to know, even if it meant following around the egotistical self proclaimed genius that had sheltered you.”
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Title: Born For This 💦👊📝
Summary: Alpha wolf!Namjoon x Omega wolf!Reader. Also Yandere!au.
↳ “It’s the Goryeo era. And you happened to be a rare type of omega. Other Omegas like you were either dead or hunted till almost extinction. You luckily escaped and were living a normal life until you were chosen as an offering to the walking God of the land; Alpha Namjoon.”
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Title: Under The Full Moon 🐑👊🗒
Summary: Werewolf!Namjoon x GN!Reader. Also enemies to lovers and forbidden love!au. I’m such a sucker for forbidden love!au’s!
↳ “—in which only the moon is a witness to the forbidden love you and namjoon share”
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Title: Bitten 💦🐑👊📝 (Ao3)
Summary: Werewolf!RM x Witch!Reader. The forbidden love!au is through the roof with this one!!!!!
↳ “Rule number 1 of the holy book of witches: witches may never have intercourse with a werewolf. Every violation will be punished.You were a witch, he was a werewolf and it was forbidden.”
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Title: Just A Taste 💦👊🗒
Summary: Vampire!Jimin x Human!reader. Absolutely loved this read! It was so sweet, and I even saved it to my fave’s list!
↳ “They said having a relationship with a human wasn’t a good idea, but Jimin liked you too much to ever let that get in the way. Your relationship was beautiful, yes you didn’t know that small important detail about him being a bloodthirsty vampire, but he had it under control. That’s at least what he thought, he never would have predicted a drought...”
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Title: The Dark Prince Epilogue 💦👊📝
Summary: Although this is a part of a series, only the epilogue (link above) is Jimin x reader. The other 8 parts are JK x Reader. Also curse!au, and Witch!Jimin x queen!Reader.
↳ “Approached by a witch with the promise to free your husband’s family name from a curse, you question whether his intentions are good, but soon find there is a heavy price to pay.“
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Title: The Cave Dweller 💦🐑🗒
Summary: By me. Cave Monster!Jimin x Human!Reader.
↳ “It started out as a curiosity, then you met a being that took up your interest altogether. You’ve always been the type of person to comfort those who are lonely, you just didn’t expect your new found friend to be a cave monster. A monster that teaches you tricks of magic, and you eventually teach him your own dirty tricks.”
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Title: Moonlight 💦🗒
Summary: Best Friend/Wolf!Taehyung x Human!Reader. Friends-to-lovers, and wolf!au.
↳ “The full moon means one thing and one thing only to your best friend, Kim Taehyung. It’s the one time a month he turns into a wolf and frolics in the moonlight. However, on his 25th Hallows’ Eve, his wolf is calling out for his mate.”
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Title: The Phantom 👊🗒
Summary: Part of a Halloween yandere series. Yandere and horror!au.
↳ “Spending Halloween serving preteens greasy popcorn and cleaning spilled soda off the carpets isn’t what you had in mind for a fun night. But lucky for you, your night is about to get real interesting when a series of unfortunate events start occurring throughout the movie theater and your soon to uncover the horrifying curse that surrounds your part-time job.”
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Title: Blue Boy 💦🐑👊📝
Summary: 45 parts + epilogue. Also JK x Reader (but as ex’s and there’s no theme of them getting back together). One of my favorite reads of all time! College, and yandere!au. Please read the warnings before reading. It gets dark. The author is also making a second series for this, so lots to come!
↳ “While going through a painful but necessary breakup, reader meets someone who is patient, kind, and understanding; everything your last ex was not… or is he?”
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Title: Mate 💦🐑📝
Summary: 9 parts. AlphaWolf!jk x OmegaWolf!reader.
↳ "Jungkook knew in his soul from the moment your eyes met his in the forest that you were his mate, that he was meant to protect you at any cost. You’d been through hell while escaping a place that had treated you horribly since your childhood, and it was strange how calm you felt in his presence when you found yourself in an unfamiliar place with a stranger. Something inside of you told you to trust him."
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Title: Pi Gasu 💦👊📝
Summary: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader. 8 parts + prologue. Completed series???? I started on pt.6 by accident, so I can tell it’s a slow burn. This story made me tear up, and I don’t know why. Also Suga x reader if you squint. Jk’s blood lust basically ruins everything, but at the same time makes everything better. XD
↳ From pt.6 ~ “Donating blood for Jungkook is physically draining you, in more ways than one.”
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Title: Sucker For Love 💦🐑👊📝
Summary: Ongoing story. Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader. Also best friends-to-lovers!au.
↳ “In which your best friend happens to be a vampire and the only time he’s able to be himself in the world is during Halloween night. OR you’ve been in love with your best friend for a long ass time and want him to bite you for a change and not a random person, which for some reason, he refuses to do. they say love hurts, and damn it all that you want it too.”
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Title: Virgin Sacrifice 💦👊🗒
Summary: By me. Demon!Jungkook x Human!reader.
↳ “Since the day you were born, your parents prepared you for your sacrifice. The whole village knew, and with that everyone stayed away from you. Thinking even just looking at you would make the demon in waiting mad. The demon that has been praying on you since birth, but not for what you expected.”
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Title: The Wolf Within You 💦🐑🗒
Summary: By me. Omega wolf!Jungkook x Alpha wolf!Reader. Also arranged marriage!au and dom/sub dynamics.
↳ “Arranged marriages always seemed to be so boring on the outside. A treaty pairing the two wolf clans together was the only reason you and Jungkook got married in the first place. But once you saw the little omega shy away from you, holding onto his sleeves for dear life, you knew your marriage was going to be anything but boring.”
Kinks: Switching, red lipstick, kissing, body worship, nippleplay, erotic photography, praise, tears, finger sucking, sexy possessiveness, marking, tattoos & piercings, black leather jackets, rough & passionate sex on the sofa, she rides him, overstimulation (m.recieving), creampie, squirting, the aftercare :(, the sexual tension in this is making me weak, also Jungkook is wet from being in the rain because that deserves a warning
Wordcount: 6.6k
a/n: i want him, need him, crave him. i also wanna state that this story controlled me, i will not apologize for the utter feralness however. enjoy besties ❤
“Kiss me.”
You are on your way home after a date at the cinema. The sky is crying cold rain and the small bus stop barely shields your bodies. The sun has set a long time ago, the wet streets reflect the millions of city lights. Red, greens, whites, oranges and blues. The most beautiful paintings are engraved on the streets, destined to disappear once the world dries up again.
“Kiss me”, Jungkook whispers, eyes glued to your lips and hands on your waist. He is standing by your side, resting his forehead against your temple.
You ignore him not because you want to, but because you feel way too shy to initiate his request. You are never that touchy in public.
“Please kiss me”, he begs, drawing closer until his lips brush against your cheek. They feel warm on your cold skin, forcing a shiver to run down your spine.
“The bus’s coming in two minutes”, you tell him.
“So kiss me in that time”, he says, pulling you closer by twisting a bundle of your coat.
You are so affected by him. If you weren’t still in public, you would have already given in. You have no idea why exactly he was as clingy as he was right now, but you won’t question him. You are so obsessed when he is like this.
“Let’s wait a little”, you say.
“How long?” Jungkook breathes, gazing at your lips. You are wearing red lipstick tonight and it’s been driving him insane. You look so beautiful with red lips.
“Until we’re home.”
“But that’s in twenty minutes.”
“You can do it.”
“No, I can’t.”
You turn your head.
He chases you instantly, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.
1. Hobi is tied up during sex
2. This piece is inspired by a prompt I saw on @creativepromptsforwriting:
“Can we go on one date without you causing someone trauma?”
“Babe, I’m a demon. What do you expect me to do?”
(Submitted by: welcome-tothe-mystery-shack)
Warning: one of the characters is a demon, mention of Hobi’s red suit (yes, THAT one), oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, kinda rough sex but not that crazy rough, slight choking, for once Hoseok is not the dom.
A/N : thank you to the lovely @illneverrecover who really boosted my confidence and enjoyed the story when I wasn’t even sure about it!
Taglist: @gee-nee
Just over two years ago, Hoseok met you in an upscale club.He remembers the moment he saw you as if it was only yesterday. He remembers seeing you all by yourself at the bar in the VIP section, your finger circling the mouth of your martini glass lazily. He remembers the blood red dress you wore- how it was so conservative that it covered you up completely, but it hugged you in all the right places. He remembers the way you looked at him- as if you were hungry for him- and it still sends shivers down his spine to this day.
you fall into the temptation of fucking your best friend, aka the biggest fuckboy on campus.
pairing — jungkook x female reader
genre — fluff, smut
word count — 9.3k
warnings/tags — bf2l, fuckboy!jk x textbooknerd!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, annoying jk, awkwardness, tension, some pining, teasing, making out, cursing, a little body worship, grinding, hickeys, nipple sucking, groping, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), praise, spit, choking, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, sudden confessions, creampie, false denial, a little soft near the end
a/n: ahh omg finally!!!! i’ve been having issue trying to post this on tumblr for the last three weeks so we out here using google docs 💀
please refrain from sharing the link with others as it may reach the wrong people and my email address is tied to this. i’ll be sharing the link individually to everyone :) but feel free to like and reblog this post as a sign of acknowledgment 🫶
please either dm me or comment below and i’ll forward the link to you 💗
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five
Hey new here and looking for a good Arrange Marriage or pregnancy fan fic. Full off drama. Thanks
I have an Arranged Marriage!JK list if you want to check it out.
I did the pregnancy part of your request since I haven't done a list like that yet. I also involved all the members and listed the ones with some or a lot of drama. At least two recs per member.
Request: Hey new here and looking for a good Arrange Marriage or pregnancy fan fic. Full off drama. Thanks
By: @prajusstuff
(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,
(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Drabble ,
(💜) ~ Personal Favorite
Request Guidelines | Fic Rec ML
NONE of these works are mine. Give all your love to the authors and their works. The links will either bring you to the Tumblr page or a Ao3 page of the work.
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➳ Seokjin
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Title: Soarin 💦🐑👊🗒💜
Author: @aquagustd
Summary: Husband!Seokjin x Wife!Pregnant!reader. Also established relationship and vacation au.
↳ “When you find out that your husband is hurting just as much as you, you realize that you’ve been thinking selfishly. And when you come forward with your doubts, he shows you how much he loves you.”
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Title: Clingy Pregnancy 🐑🗒
Author: @blu-joons
Summary: I feel this would so be Seokjin if he ever got his girlfriend pregnant lol!
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➳ Yoongi
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Title: Silence 🐑👊🗒
Author: @hyungieyoongi
Summary: Also married/established relationship au. Drama in this one!
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Title: Oh Baby 🐑🐑🐑🗒
Author: @yoonlattesworld
Summary: Idol!husband!yoongi x pregnant!wife!reader. Also established relationship/marriage and idol au.
↳ “Attending an award show with your husband is fun and all until the baby in your belly starts squeezing your bladder and you need to pee in the middle of an interview.”
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Title: Telling Him You’re Pregnant 🐑🗒
Author: @blu-joons
Summary: This writer makes really good pregnancy dribbles!
↳ n/a (title makes it self explanatory)
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Title: Hope In The Sheets 💦🐑📝💜
Author: @youarejesting
Summary: 10 parts + epilogue. Completed series. Also friends-to-lovers au. Drama in this one!
↳ “You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things. What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.”
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➳ Namjoon
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Title: Two More 💦🐑🗒
Author: @e-cm
Summary: Husband!Namjoon x Pregnant!!reader. Established relationship/marriage au.
↳ “With two more months of pregnancy left and nothing to relieve you of your...discomfort, Namjoon offers you exactly what you need.”
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Title: Nine Months 🐑📝💜
Author: @gimmesumsuga
Summary: 4 parts. Completed Drabble series. This felt so real that I had to add it lol! Some drama in this one!
↳ “Your due date has come and gone. Namjoon’s excited and you’re uncomfortable, but you’re both equally as impatient to meet your little girl.”
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➳ Jimin
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Title: Wild Flower 🐑👊🗒💜
Author: @tataelingmoon
Summary: Pregnancy reveal and establish relationship!au. Some drama in this one!
↳ “You and Park Jimin have been together for as long as you can remember. However, when you find out that you were pregnant you didn't know what else to do but run away in fear of his reaction.”
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Title: Better Together 🐑🗒
Author: @sparklingchim
Summary: Husband!jimin x wife!reader. You also already have a child together, so second baby!au.
↳ “Just a casual day with your husband jimin and your little boy jihoon.”
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➳ Taehyung
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Title: Flying High 💦🗒💜
Author: @borathae
Summary: Husband!taehyung x wife!reader. This is more of a trying to get pregnant au, but it was so good I had to add it. Also established relationship/marriage and ceo au.
↳ “Your husband has the perfect remedies against the boredom on long flights. Snuggles, neck kisses and his pretty cock pounding into you. Sounds like fun? Very much so. Alternatively: The story of the night where you and your husband finally managed to get pregnant.”
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Title: Saving You 💦🐑👊🗒💜
Author: @bebejungkook
Summary: Husband!taehyung x wife!reader. Also yandere, established relationship/marriage, and ceo au. Drama in this one!
↳ “Your very over protective husband finds out you’ve been kidnapped and he was going to take the matters into his own hands.”
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➳ Jungkook
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Title: Only Teens 🐑👊📝💜
Author: @0funsite0
Summary: Teen!jungkook x teen pregnant fem!reader. I’m a sucker for teen pregnancy stories... sue me! Drama in this one!
↳ “You live in Korea with your American mother, Bulgarian father, and half Korean half Bulgarian half-brother, Jin. Next to being born to a wealthy family, where your and your boyfriend's parents own a successful company together and are best friends, you are also on the straight path to succeeding as a young actress. But all that can be shattered with an unplanned teen pregnancy,”
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Title: Mistake 💦👊🗒💜
Author: @dreamescapeswriting
Summary: Idol and accidental pregnancy au. Basically, you accidentally got pregnant and jk is an idol in this so that’s like a no go. Drama in this one!
“Your husband has the perfect remedies against the boredom on long flights. Snuggles, neck kisses and his pretty cock pounding into you. Sounds like fun? Very much so.
Alternatively: The story of the night where you and your husband finally managed to get pregnant.”
Pairing: CEO!Taehyung x CEO!Reader
Genre: Married Life!AU, Smut
Warnings: subby!Taehyung, dom!Reader, Madam kink, public sex in their private plane, trying to stay quiet, making out, grinding, thigh riding, fumbling hands, riding him, cumming inside, mentions of chastisty, mentions of car sex, slightest humiliation kink, talks about trying to get pregnant, impregnation kink, they’re so in love & so horny & are just so ready to be parents :(
a/n: This the night the ihyily!couple finally managed to get pregnant. They like to say that it happened during their holiday in Paris, but nope, those two horndogs got pregnant on a plane. We love to see it 😌 I hope you guys enjoy it, cause I had a lot of fun writing it 🥴💜
“Come on Tae, or else we are going to miss it!” you call over the hundreds of scurrying people in the massive departure hall so your husband would be able to hear you.
His nervous eyes peek over the silver frame of his glasses, sending you a silent apology. He tightens the grip around the handle of his leather bag before finally starting to run, trying his hardest not to bump into strangers’ shoulders.
You and him are running late. Again.
You have no idea what it is with you and airports, but each time you and Taehyung find yourselves in one, you seem to run terribly late. At least he wasn’t distracted by playing Candy Crush this time around, which doesn’t mean that you were running any less late.
Mister Choi has already called you three times, informing you of your tight schedule. It wasn’t a leisurely flight you and your husband would take today. As a matter of fact it was a very important business flight to the far away city of Paris. Your company has finally branched into Europe and as the official CEO, you found it only appropriate to be present for its launch. Taehyung insisted on coming with you. You and him had terribly busy schedules and barely saw each other lately, so he suggested he accompany you so you and him could spend time together and have a few lovely days in Paris. You said yes of course, because spending time in Paris with your husband sounds like a romantic dream to you.
Taehyung reaches you with his arm extended so you can fetch his hand mid-run. You do, intertwining your fingers with him and tugging him down the crowded hall.
↣ when you find out that your husband is hurting just as much as you, you realize that you’ve been thinking selfishly. And when you come forward with your doubts, he shows you how much he loves you.
pairing — husband!seokjin x reader
genre/rating — R | crack, fluff, smut, slight angst
a/n — Seokjin’s bday fic!!♡ this is part of an ot7 series I’m still working on.
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Adjusting the button on your jeans, you sit back in the chair with an annoyed huff. What’s taking him so long? You were told to wait while he fetches another serving of waffles for himself, but it’s been nearly five minutes and he hasn’t returned yet. Finally, he comes around the corner holding a very large plate stacked with ice-cream and chocolate syrup. On his way to your table, he drops the spoons and rushes to pick them up from the ground, attracting the attention of a few girls sitting a table away from you. They giggle and whisper as they watch him like a cackle of hyenas. You shoot a sneer their way then direct it to your husband who sits across you. Cheeks puffed up goofily.
Warning: reader being discriminated against :( , spitting, tentacles, smut, oral (male receiving), rough penetration, virgin reader, reader is yandere for jungkook, jungkook's kinda yandere for her too lol, breeding kink, manipulation, self-inflicted harm (mentioned), stockholm syndrome,
Word Count: 15, 155
Description: In the intergalatic slave trade, the human race are hastily becoming the slave - or pet - of choice. When you were a child, you were given to a young Jungkook - a prince from another planet - as a pet and grown alongside one another.
Humans were highly intelligent creatures, even if they weren't one of the smartest of all of the universe. They held great beauty similar to the planet to the native people of Invictus, some would say the Humans and the Invictus natives were distant cousins, but the natives would never claim Humans as such. The humans natives planets of Earth were light years away, far too long for just anyone to go to - only those who came from a Planet of wealth would have the opportunity to do so. That only meant that whoever bought a Human as a pet would be high in not only status, but in wealth.
Humans were bought often - always showed off like the pet they were as bragging rights. Children around the universe would brag about their family owning their own pet Human, discussing who had the best human and whose human was just basic and bland. It was a show of power and wealth to show off your new expensive human pet. Of course, these pets all had different uses for them - some showed off as trophies, some left in bedrooms of their masters - it all depended on who the master was.
The intergalactic trade had been going on for decades now - planet Earth cooperating with those around the universe in allowing their Humans to be bought and sold to the highest bidder. Those Humans with wealth were able to buy their way out of being sold to the intergalactic trade - those with little to none were not so fortunate. But the poor Humans to the intergalactic trade was like finding a diamond in the rough. They were more appreciative for what they got. They no longer had to work for a living - being a pet to an alien was like being a cat or dog to a wealthy family on Earth.
"Her hair is so...unique." says an Alien - he was short, a few inches taller than you. He spoke english, which you come to realize was rare for extraterrestrial beings. He had a chestnut shaped head with horns coming out of his forehead. His skin was pale - almost sickly pale, but his lips were a bright purple color. You nearly cried upon seeing him a week prior - now you find him to be boring to look at. "But she's a cute one. She'll adjust to the planet."
You sat on the bed the large space ship provided, listening to the two men speak of you as if you weren't present. Your mind couldn't make up for certain words, you were only 7 now when you were finally sold off as a pet to the Aliens - 5 when you were sold by your parents. While on Earth, once you were sold and made to live in a camp where other Humans reside - only a few kids - you were made to believe that being sold to an Alien was an honor. You were conditioned to be respectful towards them and grateful that they were willing to pay millions to give you a better life.
The universe was vastly unexplored, so there was no telling who would come to Earth and try to buy a Human pet - so what little knowledge the Earthlings did know they attempted to teach you all. You understood a few languages, but not well enough to hold a conversation for long. It wasn't guaranteed the Alien language you were taught would be the same Alien who would come to purchase you.
You'd never forget the moment your young mind realized you were being sold off. You never thought the day would come, hoping that once you were old enough and no longer desirable, that you'd be kicked out of the intergalactic camp and set back into the real world of Earth. You were brought out of camp where your few friends and you played and brought into the large bathroom. You were bathed, your skin was lotioned and even your hair was brushed to look decent. You were dressed in better clothing foreign to Earth - better than the orange jumpsuit you wore. You screamed and begged for them not to sell you, that you'd be good on Earth but it was no use anymore.
Your eyes trailed to your wrist to stare at the numbers engraved into your skin. You recalled the amount of days you cried after getting it, the pain nearly unbearable. After the years went on, you can finally say the pain was easing, only burning whenever you moved your wrist a little too far.
You were told said numbers were your personalized identification - 19990319. It was used to identify you specifically in the amount of Humans on Earth. Now, you were far from Earth and had not a clue when you'd be on your new planet. You wore different clothing - if you could call what you wore clothes. In your mind, it resembled battle armor. You wore what appears to be a black, skin tight romper and on top, an armor that had large shoulder guards and a chest piece that resembled gear from American football.
"It's the price's birthday today. We'll be landing in a few hours." says the Alien and that makes your ears perk.
You hadn't been told who you would be residing with - all you did know was that Planet Invictus was far from Earth and was an extraterrestrial race that has yet to be explored by Humans - maybe for the best.
"He doesn't know of his gift of the Human girl." the alien continues, and at this you're left speechless. You know of Princes and Kings and Queens of a palace - yet that appeared to be more of a myth than anything; some type of fairytale told at night before bed. "The King of Planet Ivictus, King Jae-yong, has spent a fortune on her for the young prince. Didn't make a dent in the Kingdom's treasury."
You drowned out the conversation they were having and laid your head upon the bed, closing your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to be released from the spaceship. You've done nothing but sleep and eat, only bathing once a day and returning to the same clothing you've already worn time and time again. The ship was nothing special and t had no windows to look out of where your bed rest - not like space had any light for you to witness anything outside of it.
You woke with a yelp, being shaken roughly. It's the alien, his nails - fingertips stained black - are gripping onto your shoulder in a tight grip. "Wake up, human." he yips. "We're here to meet the King."
You don't respond. You wipe the sleep from your eyes. You question mentally how long it's been - there was no sense of time on the ship and your mind wonders if time ever mattered.
You stand to your feet, crossing your arms onto your chest. The human man doesn't say anything to you as you follow the alien, and you don't acknowledge him much, either. Before the door of the ship is opened, the alien turns to you. "I nearly forgot you humans were weak." he murmurs, more to himself than you. He makes his way deeper into the ship - a part you were forbidden from entering - and returns shortly with what appears to be a collar. "Planet Ivictus has a gravity that's far more intense than Earth. Never take this off, human. It's loose enough for you to continue to clean your neck, but that is all."
You do as you're told in putting the collar on. It's black and metal, a bit heavy but nothing you weren't accustomed to wearing. The alien turns to open the ship door, the metal clacking as he does. Your eyes widen, marvelling at the new surroundings. You noticed quickly that the sky was different from Earth - a bright crimson sky with the whitest clouds you've ever witnessed that appeared much lower than on Earth. That wasn't what surprised you - it was the closeness of what you assumed was the moon. It appeared walking distance rather than light years away like you were accusted to on your home planet.
As you and the Alien make your way down the metal stairs of the ship, you've noticed not far stood a few men - scarily similar to the men you've seen back on Earth. They were tall and muscular - their eyes appearing to shine as bright as their skies.
The grass was green - the only similarity you've noticed. However, it appeared far more green and highly saturated.
The alien bows before the king. He pushes you roughly in front of him to do the same, but you don't. He glared slightly at your rudeness, but he doesn't dwell on it. The alien is speaking in an unknown dialect - possibly the language of the Ivictus people. They speak for a few moments before the large man - the King - steps forward.
The large man eyes you, leaning down to eye you further. He has a beard that was connected to a mustache. He rubs it gently as he inspects you. He opens his mouth and speaks, and when you only tilt your head, his eyes shine to the alien behind you.
The language continues and your eyes continue to wander around the outside area. There are large buildings that all appear dome-like with windows that you cannot see through like normal ones. They appeared to be stained with either red or green glass. Your eyes glance upwards to see another dome-like home, though fairly large and appearing as though it is floating high into the sky.
"Human." you look at the King. He has an accent that makes his voice deeper when he speaks to you. At your attention, he stands straighter, arms crossed. "Jungkook." he says to no one - it's as if he's saying it into the air. Within a second, almost as a blink of an eye, a boy appears. He's young, maybe the same age as you, but he's taller. He is dressed nearly the same as the King - and you, since you're dressed native to their planet. He sported navy skin tight romper, but instead of his whole body being covered, the romperstops at his knees. The armor he wore appeared far heavier than yours and it shined bright - the red cape adding nothing but dramatic luxury.
Your mind tells you this was the Prince you were sold to.
Jungkook eyes the small girl in front of him - stares rather deeply that it makes her step back under his gaze. She begins to tremble, her nerves screaming at her to get away and run. The men had not looked at her with such distaste like the boy had - and if this was how she was doomed to feel daily, she would rather risk being sent back to Earth.
Jungkook speaks to his father, the unknown dialect foreign to your ears. Soon he turns back to you, now in front of you. You're sure he didn't walk or even run to you - it was as if he disappeared and reappeared. He begins to circle around you, you take note of his nose twitching as if he was smelling you. You're stiff, eyes following his every move in case he would attack you. You were no match for him, you knew this, yet you would defend yourself - even if it sent you to your death.
You hold in a scream when you see it - the long and slender tentacles that make its way to you from behind his back. It wraps around your neck loosely and Jungkook does so just to test your reaction to him. He could hear your heart beating out your chest and his eyes zoom in to see the way the beads of sweat are forming onto your forehead.
You slap the tentacle away roughly, eyes glaring at Jungkook. The alien man behind you gasps, clenching his fists at your disrespect. You were going to get yourself killed - and him along with you.
The King snickers at the girls reaction and the Prince hums, but smirks. You weren't like the Humans he met - though all adults - who cowered away from him and cried. You were frightened to the core, he could not only hear your heart beat but feel it through his tentacles. However, you had fight in you and maybe that would make you survive.
Jungkook steps forward to you and speaks, the dialect coming from his lips foreign to you. You don't understand him, and that seemingly makes him upset with you. He takes another step forward, speaking once more until the King places a hand on his shoulders. You noticed another pair of tentacles coming from the King place itself on Jungkook's forehead.
"You must adjust to the Human girl like she must adjust to you." the King speaks, this time you understood. You stand straighter, glancing at Jungkook who huffs. The human was lucky he gained his knowledge in all human language by devouring a few humans a while back of their mind - and soul - but he wouldn't tell you this. You were terrified enough.
"How old is the girl?" the King asks the Alien behind you. He was quick to buy the most discipline Human child from Earth for his son that he had not thought to ask any questions prior to now.
"Ah, she is 7, King Jae-yong." the alien answers. "Human years. That would make the Prince about...2 years her senior."
The King hums, nodding his head.
Jungkook's widen his eyes - appearing like a deer caught in headlights. "I want it!" Jungkook turns to his father, the accent he held similar to his fathers. "I want to keep the Human!" he demands. He was the youngest in his family, along with the youngest on his team. He never had anyone younger than him before.
"I'm not an it." you murmur low - but the ears of the Invictus people were far more sensitive to those back on Earth. Jungkook's head dashes to you and he narrows his eyes.
"Human." Jungkook retorts, letting the word roll off his tongue. "What is your name?"
"Y/N." the alien speaks, but Jungkook snaps his head to him.
The alien takes a step back under Jungkook's intense gaze. He hisses something in his foreign tongue - something that must've told the alien to not speak without being addressed. The alien takes a step back and bows his head.
Jungkook scoffs, his glowing eyes turning to you. He steps closer to you and wraps a tight hand around your wrist - the same wrist that helds your identification number.
As Jungkook held the room open to his room, you were positive it was the show the wealth he had and not to be polite in bringing you inside. It was well enough that it was fit for a Prince - the large kingdom floating into the sky told you enough that he was indeed wealthy. "This is my room." Jungkook says, his voice loud as he speaks.
You feel yourself being pushed inside when you don't take a step. He watches you saunter inside of it, eyes traveling the interior of it. An abundance of gold, you note, a large bed in the middle of it that appeared to hold the silkiest sheets you've ever seen.
Jungkook was smug at your reaction. He knew Humans didn't have such luxuries like his people had - especially a Prince of a planet like him. He wasn't sure where exactly you came from, but surely this would have to be an upgrade from your previous life back on Earth. He never had any desire to go there personally - the air was polluted by the words of his father. The skies were a weird color and the water wasn't clear in the slighest. He would have to make sure the Human girl didn't come to him with any diseases.
You take not in the corner of his room laid an array of silk, crimson pillows. Your feet clicked under his colf, marble floor as you make your way to them. You touched them, admiring the softness they held.
"That's where you'd sleep." says Jungkook, startling you with the suddeness of his words.
You turn to eye him, before eyeing the large bed. The large King size bed that could fit several children back on Earth and still have room to stretch out - was all for him. You turn back to the pillows and nod your head. It was softer than the pillows you had back on Earth, even softer than the thin bed's you laid upon.
You sit on the ground and lean into the array of pillows. There was no use in arguing with the Prince - he was spoiled as he was royalty. He was stronger and faster than her - and had horrifying tentacles that appeared from his back. It was evident by the way the Alien cowered away from him that Jungkook was not one to be messed with.
"Okay, human." Jungkook sits along his bed, facing your sitting figure on the floor. "Let's go over rules for you to follow as a pet."
You drowned out Jungkook who had been speaking over the course of 10 minutes, naming rules that you didn't care about listening to. You had no intention on going against him - you were in a foreign planet and were made to, ultimately, be his slave. The word "Pet" was nothing but a better term for a horrible situation.
"Number 12, address me as Master." Jungkook suddenly shouts, gaining your attention. "Or Prince. I am royalty afterall, Human."
"My name is Y/N."
You haven't spoken much since your time with Jungkook. You had no intentions of doing so, not until each time he insisted on calling you either "Human" or "Girl". You were young, only 7 while Jungkook as you learned was the age of 9, yet you knew well enough that being called outside of your name was something you didn't like nor appreciate.
"Girl." Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, a smirk forming on his lips. He had no intentions of listening to someone who was bought for him as a pet. "That's better than 19990319, is it not?"
Jungkook had long seen the numbers on her wrist and knew instantly it was her identification number. His father would go through the intergalatic records and assure that everything was alright and up tpo date - including whatever diseases she had that would need to be cured instantly if she would be around a Prince.
You bite your tongue, glancing away from Jungkook. He had no intentions of ever calling you by your name.
"Besides, that's a Human name." Jungkook's nose wrinkles. "I should rename you something better than a Human name." he places his hands on his chin. "But I won't. You aren't worthy of a name from a mighty race such as us. I'll refer to you as I see fit, okay, Human?"
You don't respond to him, there isn't a reason to. Jungkook was Prince from a different planet who was far more spoiled than she ever was. He lived a lavish lifestyle and had anyone at his beck and call. He has adapted to people fearing him for who he was as a Prince, and who is father was as a King. A weak Human such as yourself couldn't change his behavior over night - but that didn't mean you weren't willing to stand by and remain being called outside your name.
Your name was the one thing you had left of yourself and your life on Earth. You had no parents anymore and you couldn't recall what they looked like. Your friends are back on Earth and soon your young mind will forget them, as well. Your clothing was left and now you sported the attire of Planet Ivictus, only your armor was now off and you only sported the skin tight romper - you assumed it was used to sweat in because you were humid as you laid down.
Jungkook makes a throaty hum before laying down onto his own bed. He couldn't wait to show off his own human to his older friends - he was the first of his Planet to have a human child as a pet and he knew they'd just be jealous of him. He would have to train her first and make sure she didn't act out - but that wasn't anything he couldn't handle.
It was the ultimate sign of disrespect to strike him - especially on something as sensitive as his tentacles.
A week had passed since you've arrived on Planet Ivictus and to say Jungkook wasn't giving you a good time would be an understatement. He constantly spoke down to you as if you were nothing but dirt beneath his shoe. He often would touch you at random times - mostly with his tentacles because he knew you were frightened by them - pulling your hair or tugging onto the collar you wore because of gravity - whatever that meant you had no idea.
Jungkook could see the distaste in your eyes for him and it wasn't anything he could do but scoff. He was just as furious as you were at him. Slapping him in general was the ultimate sign of disrespect and disobedience. You were used to being treated lowly as a Human, what did you expect coming to a different planet as a pet belonging to a Prince?
Still, you could deal with Jungkook's spoiled attitude. You already grown a liking to the small cot of soft pillows besides his bed. She could deal with the amount of food she ate already with her time here, Jungkook stating that everyone on his Planet had large appetites and that you'd need to have one, as well - even if it made you vomit afterwards. You could even deal with the death glares you got from the other girls around you and Jungkook's age who roamed the palace - not any part of royalty but their parents were high ranking commanders says Jungkook.
Your brain wanders to your time on Earth and how you miss it. You regret not appreciating your life there. You had friends, a bed to sleep in at night and food 3 times a day - something far greater than most people on Earth had!
You had nothing against Jungkook for who he was. He could be nice when he wanted to. When he would come back from a long day of training with his older friends, you were instructed to ice his body. He was kind then and didn't bring out his tentacles to bother you.
There was even a time a few days ago where Jungkook had hugged you - simply because he was hurt by the words his father yelled to him but he wasn't allowed to cry them out. You recall even from Jungkook's room the screams of the King echoing through the walls so loud that it frightened you awake. He told you lowly that men on his planet don't cry - it must be a tough planet was your response.
But the bad out-weighed the good often - even if it was only a week. He would taunt you at times, mock you and insult you any chance he could. He got a laugh in by scaring you when he would blink in front of you or when you felt his tentacles wrap around your body as you slept at night. Even the guards eyed the way the Prince treated the girl but couldn't do anything when it came to him. The King may be a strict man, but Jungkook could rarely do any wrong in his eyes and treating his 'pet' rudely was one of them. The guards were instructed to treat you as they treated Jungkook - which for someone coming from a different planet and being brought in as a pet, getting treated like the young Prince was an honorably luxury.
However, when one guard had offered you a sickly sweet treat, Jungkook had snatched it from his hands and dangled it in front of your face, laughing when you couldn't grab it from him. It was evident that Jungkook enjoyed taunting you - he didn't even like the sweet, but he also didn't want you too have it.
"What are you thinking about, Human?" Jungkook's voice reaches through your ears and you release an irritated hiss, clenching your first to yourself. His tentacles had retracted themselves back behind his back and he scoffs. "Your attention should not be elsewhere when you're with me."
Jungkook waits for you to respond, and when you don't his eyes widens. "Are you listening to me, Human?!" he hisses - sounding more like a high-pitched whine than anything. He hated when your mind chose to wander and block his words from entering your brain. He was being kind enough to speak with you in your native tongue and yet you embraced ignoring him.
"No." was your response - a bold response nonetheless. Yet, you've grown tired of Jungkook's mood swings. The one moment he desired to be kind with you, allowing you to walk around the Palace with him and the next, he's scaring you half to death and claiming it to be "just a joke".
Jungkook's throat growls deeply. "Get up." he snaps. "We're going to see my friends."
You heard about such "friends" of Jungkook. You knew they were older than him, meaning they were way older and taller than you. You had no desire to be around more people like Jungook - that meant more people scaring you with their tentacles and berating you every chance they had.
However, that was different. You've met the older boys in the galace grounds - the large grassy scenery where an abundance of foreign flowers resided. Your eyes sparkled at the scenery, the crimson sky giving the flowers a lovely hue. Jimin was the first to arrive, his eyes never leaving you and even ignored Jungkook completely until the Prince huffs and puffs for attention. Jimin had leaned into your face, his eyes - a glowing hue of azure - scans your features. His nose twitches as he smells you and he even touches your skin, releasing a few murmurs in foreign dialect.
Taehyung was no different, yet more touchy. He pulled your hair to get the feel of it, but apologized once he realized your eyes begin to water. He circles around you, examining to see what was so great about Humans. He did conclude that you were cute - your eyes were so large as you watched him and Jimin and your cheeks appeared squishable - so much so that he pinched them with his thumb and index finger. He would do it often when Jungkook was younger, much to his annoyance.
Jungkook sits by for the next hour and watches how you smile at Jimin and Taehyung. How you appeared to enjoy their light touches and even smiled their way. Jimin had offered you a sweet - something sickly sweet that you enjoyed greatly. It tasted similar to chocolate and it reminded you of Earth.
"What's your name?" Taehyung's accented voice was deep for his age, but it was soothing.
"Y/N-"
"Girl." Jungkook interrupts, his eyes glaring at the way Jimin sat far too close to you - his blood boiling at your content appearance.
Jimin looks at Jungkook and rolls his eyes. He knew Jungkook since he was a baby, their father's being close since they were in their own youth. He murmurs something foreign to Jungkook and all the boy could do was cross his arms and deny. There was no way he, a Prince, would be jealous that his pet seemingly was having a good time with his friends than you ever had with him. That was insane.
"Human hair...is soft." Taehyung murmurs, his hands rubbing through your hair. You were confused. Seemingly enough, if these boys didn't have tentacles (you hadn't seen Jimin's and Taehyungs, but you assumed they had them, as well), and glowing eyes, you would assume they were human like you. There hair didn't appear any less soft than your own.
Jimin places his hands in your scalp, as well, nodding his head in agreement.
Jungkook's fist clench. He noticed you become relaxed, slumping next to Jimin as both boths massaged through your hair and scalp, both speaking in their foreign dialect - Jungkook hearing how soft your hair was and how fascinated they have become by a Human. He could hear your heart beat fluttering to a normal pace - a calm pace. You're eyes were fluttering close. His ears pick up on the low hum coming from your throat, his advance hearing only making him more upset by the second.
Jungkook wasn't jealous - he didn't feel jealous. He was a Prince and though Jimin and Taehyung weren't low class in the slightest...they weren't royalty.
And who were you to allow yourself to grow comfortable with them before you ever had for him?
Jungkook blinks in front of you, slapping both of his friends hands away. He places his own into your hair and rubs at a rough pace. Your eyes snap open and you release a groan of discomfort.
Jimin crosses his arms and Taehyung sighs before laughing. You had slapped his hands away, leaning back from Jungkook. His clenches his fists together and seeths at the audacity. You were ungrateful - he would never give anyone a massage to anyone else, especially a pet. You should be massaging him!
"She doesn't like that." Jimin snickers. "You have to be gentle with her. She's Human."
Jungkook huffs, his cheeks redden in slight embarrassment. Jimin knew this look; the appearance seconds before Jungkook was going to throw the biggest tantrum ever. He was not ready to hear the younger boy scream, particually because his pet liked him and Taehyung than she liked the Prince. "Here," Jimin grabs Jungkooks hand and places it upon your scalp. "you have to massage it slow...like this." Jimin demonstrates it, Jungkook following his lead.
Taehyung had placed his hands into your scalp, as well, enjoying the way your breathing mellowed out.
Jungkook let's out a low hum, his eyes watching as you lean slightly against him.
The King had insisted that you needed someone you could relate to. Yes, you were just a Human pet who belonged to Jungkook and solely him. He was aware of how territorial his son was, yet there wasn't a need to be territorial when it came to someone of the same gender as you. You would be growing older as the years went along and only being around Jungkook would stunt your growth.
The guards had brought in a few girls - all taller than you, yet appeared close enough to your age. You had been seated on the ground alongside your pillows. You were given books shipped straight from Earth, another gift from the King. You were startled at them entering, but soon would be grateful to have other girls. You hadn't seen someone the same gender as you in weeks.
One girl had sat opposite of you, her long coily hair sat on her shoulder. Her eyes were glowing a lavender color as she scanned your features and golden brown skin that appeared to shine. The next girl had straight hair that stopped just at her knees - far too long for your liking but she was pretty nonetheless. The pinkish hue of her eyes matches the oliveness of her skin. The last girl had an odd color hair, the first time you've witness sine you've arrived.
"You're a Human." the girl says, leaning closer to her. It was a statement - matter of fact.
You nod your head at her.
The long-haired girl releases a laugh. She whispers something amongst the three of them before turning back to you.
"Humans are only pets." the coily haired girl tilts her head. "Who do you belong to, pet?" her words are spat at her like venom, and you flinch at the sudden harshness.
Your bottom lip trembles. Your mind told you that you'd have friends now that were just like you - only by gender, sure - but that was not the case. The girls eyed you with distaste and the snickering and whispers told you that they weren't fond of you.
"J-Jungkook." you whisper out.
The girl gasps, but stares. They're furrowing and knitting their brows, shaking their heads.
"Why would Prince Jungkook want a pet like you?" spats out the odd-color haired girl. "I heard Human's had diseases!"
You shake your head. You may have been young, but knew well enough what a disease was. You had not had any - a few of your friends had been separated from the camp when they were infected with something, but never you.
"You shouldn't be here!" the long-haired girl gasps. "You're going to give Prince Jungkook a disease and he'll die!"
When you feel the warm substance hit your face, you're disgusted. You yelp and flinch away, feeling more of the spit hit along your face followed by a few laughs. You could feel your hair being tugged and pulled left and right. You were told by the girls of how unworthy you were being upon their planet, that Prince Jungkook didn't need a pet that was as ugly as you.
Jungkook strolls down the hallway of the palace, cape dragging along the marble floor. He had finished sparring with his father and desired nothing more than to be iced by his pet. You were good at that and in return, he would allow you to eat the candy he had got from the guards. Even if it was intended to be for you because, again, he didn't like it, that didn't mean the sweet shouldn't be earned.
Jungkook felt a sense of pride in having a Human pet. Jimin and Taehyung spoke about you nearly nonstop, all questioning when you'd return. Even his older friends were asking about the mysterious Human. After all, he was the first child of not only his kind, but all of the galaxy, to have a human child! His parents had warned him how delicate a human girl was - that you were much different than the children around the palace - even if he didn't always listen, he assured you were safe. He vowed that you could not be seen without him unless you were under strict super vision of the palace guards.
Imagine Jungkook's reaction to see you surrounded by a group of girls native to his planet abusing their power over such a delicate human pet - his pet at that. He had slammed the door open to witness it - them spitting on you, berating you and pulling your hair. He could feel from down the hall that you were in distress - your heart pumping eratically out your chest.
"Jungkook's my friend!" you had cried out at them, neither you nor the three girls noticing his prescence.
"Prince Jungkook is not-"
"Get out!" Jungkook screams, his eyes glowing brighter and his tentacles appearing on instant from behind his back. His hands turned to first and he was ready to attack the girls right then and there for disrespecting you as his pet.
The girls nearly jump out their skin, eyes wide as they look back to see a seething Jungkook.
Two of the girls stammered an apology before leaving. The third had dropped to her knees, bowing to him. A spew of apologies was released from her lips, but Jungkook had no time to hear it. A tentacle wraps around the girl's throat and easily lifts her up, throwing her out of the room. Her small body hits against the marble floor roughly, but he had not cared in the slighest.
Jungkook eyes you, his tentacles slowly making their way back. He sees the amount of spit on you by the girls mixed with your tears. He waits a few moments for you to look up at him, but you don't. You're humiliated and nearly traumatized - rightfully so.
Jungkook removes his cape and armor, only left in the skin tight training gear. "Come." Jungkook says, stepping forward to reach for your hand.
You stand, taking his hand on your own. Jungkook makes his way out of his room and down the familiar hall to the bathroom. You enjoyed the large bathroom - especially the bathtub that appeared as large as the Jacuzzi you've seen on Earth - only on Television, however.
As you make your way towards the bathroom that only you and Jungkook used, you feel ashamed and humiliated to think you would find friends on a foreign planet. You were nothing more than a pet, that fact was evident. You've dealt with Jungkook's mood swings, his constant berating and insults, yet you didn't let that get to you. However, the girls stating that Jungkook would never respect you as a pet, how you're nothing but a useless Human has your young heart shattering.
Jungkook pressed the buttons outside the metal door. It clanks open allowing both of them to enter before closing behind them. You were often marveling at the scenery of the bathroom - it appeared far ahead of the Earth's bathrooms. The floors sparkled so clean that you could see your reflection in it. The jacuzzi appearing tub was large, round and clear, having steps leading up to it.
Jungkook makes his way to the tub and taps it slightly, the water pouring out on one end, a dark green liquid - you know now it as soap - comes from another. You hum as the bubbles form against the tub.
Jungkook begins to remove his clothes and when you note this, you close your eyes and turn away with a yelp.
"What are you doing, human?" Jungkook questions with genuine curiosity. "Get into the tub."
You shake your head. You never bathed with anyone before - not even with Jungkook. You're confused by his sudden actions.
"You're dirty." he deadpans, entering the bath. The bubbles cover up to his chest. "And need to bathe."
You knew it was a matter of time until Jungkook lost his temper. You turn around slowly to thankfully see Jungkook already in the water, scrubbing his face. He doesn't turn his head when you take off the wet clothing and enter the warm tub. You're glad the bubbles hide your body. The wall next to the large tub holds different bottles in a language you didn't understand. You would take a random one and wash with, hoping it was body wash.
Jungkook watches as you go beneath the water to what he assumed to scrub your skin away from the spit. You emerge a few seconds later, releasing a sigh of relief. Your hair is now wet, sticking to your skin and shoulders. Jungkook continues to watch you scrub at your skin to get rid of the filth of the spit, slightly amusing him. He would have to tell his father what had happened with the three girls and discuss a punishment. To him, death would be the only option. To his father, not so much.
Jungkooks arms reaches for a bottle - a natural remedy to wash your hair. He places a few squeezes onto his palm, throws it into the water to float and looks at you. "We need to wash your hair." he murmurs. "Turn around."
Jungkook doesn't wait for you to, already massaging your scalp. He doesn't want to admit that like Jimin and Taehyung, he is enthralled by your hair. It is softer than anything he's touched on his own planet - and Planet Invictus had such soft fabrics.
You enjoy the way Jungkook doesn't jerk his fingers through your hair thanks to Jimin showing him. You're glad that he's attempting to be more gentle with you - not opening his mouth and belittling you for at least 5 minutes. It was calming and moments such as this, you didn't mind being around Jungkook.
Jungkook cups his hand beneath the water and begins to pour water from his palms onto your saopy hair. The soap falls from your shoulders to the water until it's completely gone. You hum, smiling to yourself.
Jungkook leans back against the tub as you turn around. Your head tilts to him and all he can do was furrow his brows and wait for you to speak.
"Do you want me to...wash your hair?" you are as astonished as him when you ask. But you tell yourself that it's because you're giving your thanks - a type of eye for an eye.
Jungkook slowly nods his head in agreement. You smile and grasp the bottle floating into the soapy water. You squeeze a decent amount before scooting closer to Jungkook. He turns around for you to and leans his head backwwards.
Jungkook feels goosebumps erupt through his arms when he feels your fingers massage his scalp. He closes his eyes and hums lowly to himself, the feeling of you raking your fingers through his hair leaves him content. He wouldn't tell you this - you were his pet after all and should be pampering him. He would have to bathe wih you more often just for you to wash his hair.
Soon you're also humming along with him, a silent hum that has no real melody to it, but it's soothing along with your massaging fingers.
"Done." you sing-song, splashing his head with water to get rid of the soap.
Jungkook bottom lips form into a pout. He enjoyed far too much than he cared to admit of your small hands washing his head, but he doesn't dwell on it.
Soon the both of you are leaving the bath, towels wrapped around one another. You both turn away to dry and get dressed in the extra clothing in the royal bathroom. Your hair is dripping even after you dried it with the towel, but it'll just have to be air-dried now.
As Jungkook and you make your way back to the room, you feel more refreshed than anything you couldn't help but recall the previous events that transpired.
"Jungkook?" you call for him as you enter his bedroom. He turns to you, not saying anything when he does. "Do you wish you had someone else as a..."
"Pet?" Jungkook finishes.
You nod your head slightly. You couldn't help but think about the words the girls spoke to you - how the Prince of such an amazing planet could never have a Human pet such as yourself.
"Nah." Jungkook shrugs his shoulder. He makes his way to his bed and lays upon it, yawning. It was far too early for sleep and dinner had not yet been served, but a quick nap wouldn't hurt him. "Come lay down."
You're taken aback when Jungkook pats the bed beside him. You never slept on his bed - the pillows had always been where you slept and it was more comfortable than you once expected your first day on Planet Ivictus.
"A-Are you sure?"
"I won't ask you again, Y/N." Jungkook snaps, his patience running thin. You don't speak again and do as you're told. You lay on the bed opposite of him, it was fairly large so the two of you would not be touching, yet you can feel his warmth. Your place your head along the soft, silk pillows and close your eyes, body calming down. You take not it was the first time he called you by your name.
"Why does she need to study anyway? She's not on that weak planet anymore?" Jungkook hisses at his father. It was rare for the both of them to speak in a language not their native, but today was the exception.
A few months have gone by now and the King has suggested that you would start your studies. The King was slowly growing accustomed to your stay and had a soft spot for you. Upon hearing about what the girls had done to you, they were permanently banned from the palace. Jungkook would have to be one of the only friends you had for now - and maybe Jimin and Taehyung, they appeared smitten with you rather quickly.
It was about a month ago when the King had suggested while Jungkook had his own educational studies on PLanet Invictus, that you should do the same - only you had no need to study what others did on his planet. The technology Planet Invictus had was far more advance than Earth - so getting in contact with someone from your home planet willing to teach you from light years away was expensive, but then again, so was getting you here for his son.
"She's a growing girl." the King retorts rather bored. His son protested day by day about you studying. He knew the true reason was because he wanted you to remain dependent on him, yet his son would have to get over himself. "She cannot miss out on education just like you cannot."
Jungkook crosses his arms and sucks his teeth. His father didn't get it and never would. What pet gets special education? What education would she need besides catering to him and him only? She was growing excellent at that and her reward for following his rules were exotic candy and being able to sleep in his bed. What more could a Human ask for?
You on the other hand had strived to go to your classes every day while Jungkook went to his own. Speaking with another human was a breath of fresh air and you actually felt understood. You had short classes at the camp, yet nothing like this. It was as if you were learning a vast amount of knowledge in a short amount of time.
Though Jungkook found it useless, it makes your stay on the planet bearable. Jungkook mood swings had lessened over time and the two of you could now coincide without bickering at one another. Every night you two would bathe in the large bathtub, him demanding that he wash your hair and you do the same to him - no matter how many times you told him your hair couldn't get any cleaner.
You two would have dinner sometimes with Jimin and Taehyung and sit around the palace grounds. There was even a time where Jungkook took you away from the palace with the escort of some guards to a nearby waterfall where the two of you swam. You couldn't swim - only being 7 - but Jungkook was an amazing swimmer to be 9. You told yourself it was because he wasn't Human like you. That was the first day you weren't afraid of Jungkook's tentacles wrapping around your waist to stop you from drowning.
You were done with your studies for the day and already looked forward to coming the next day. You were now allowed to walk freely through the palace without Jungkook, yet you never went far or on uncharted territory. You make your way towards the familiar hall until you're stopped by a sudden hand. You turn to see Taehyung smiling down at you. You note that he's dressed different than the usual battle armor, but it loose fitted clothing.
"Tae!" you smile at the boy who does the same.
Taehyung places a hand on your head and gently rubs it, an action he does often when he see's you.
"What are you doing here?" you ponder aloud, tilting your head. "Is Jungkook around?"
Taehyung shakes his head. "I came to see you, little Human." he murmurs. "Jungkook has kept you hidden away from us."
You nodded in agreement. You hadn't seen Taehyung or Jimin for some time and if you'd ask Jungkook it would do nothing but strike a nerve in him.
"Come, I'll take you back to Jungkook's room." Taehyung offers and the two of you begin to stroll side by side, speaking about nothing in general. Taehyung was a good listener as he was a good speaker. You enjoyed his company overall and you were glad he wasn't like the girls you've met a few months prior. Jimin and he had been nothing but kind to you and you were utterly grateful for him.
Jungkook watches from afar as Taehyung and you stop by his door, both speaking and laughing at one another. His eyes are glaring at the closeness of Taehyung next to you. He feels himself growl when he witnesses Taehyung place his hand upon your head and lean down, smiling at you. "You're so cute, little Human."
"What are you doing?" Jungkook snaps, stepping closer to both of you, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you back. His had a fierce look in his eyes as he glares at Taehyung, who's nothing but amused.
"Walking Y/N back to your room." Taehyung shrugs, emerald eyes shining amusingly at Jungkook's obvious jealousy.
Jungkook snarls. He opens the door to his room, pushes you in and slams it behind him, not caring how rude it was towards his older friend. Taehyung could do nothing but laugh.
"What were you doing with him?" Jungkook demands, nails digging into your shoulders.
"Walking back-"
"Why was he touching you?"
"He always does." you furrow a brow at Jungkook. It was clear that he was upset about something, yet you couldn't fathom why.
Jungkook removes his hands from your shoulder and scoffs. "You're my pet, human." he sneers out, eyebrows tight and jaw locked. "Not Taehyung or Jimin's."
You gulp, sauntering back from him. Jungkook's sudden anger was caught off guard by you because - like stated - Taehyung always touched you. He always stroked your hair and called you cute - even if Jungkook was around.
"You shouldn't let anyone touch you anymore." Jungkook hisses, his voice coming louder. "I'll have to kill them if they do. I'm the Prince of Ivictus and you're my pet!" Jungkook is screaming now and all you could do is tremble with wide eyes at his sudden outburst. "And you're going to be nothing more than a pet that serves me and me only, you stupid Human."
His words cut deep, now more than ever. Jungkook had not called you his pet in months, nor had he called you human. You enjoyed the way he said your name - your mind telling you that the two of you were becoming friends.
You were wrong after all.
"Go to sleep." Jungkook hisses, turning around and slamming the door open and closed.
You make your way to his bed and lay upon it, feeling tears whelm into your eyes at Jungkooks sudden harsh demeanor - not fully understanding in your young mind why he was being so cold towards you - especially when it had to do with Taehyung. He never acted this way prior to Taehyung petting you.
Jungkook doesn't return to his room until after dinner hours later. His father had asked for you and he claimed you had fallen asleep after so many hours of learning "dumb Human education" and was far too exhausted for dinner. Of course it wasn't the truth - yet you didn't deserve to eat tonight after being far too kind to Taehyung.
Jungkook wasn't jealous - he would never be jealous. He was a Prince and Taehyung could never compare to him - no one could compare to him at that. You were his Human and warming up to one of his friends is unacceptable. It was evident that he'd allow you to be comfortable for too long - sleeping in his bed when pets should be on the floor, having an education when it was clear you didn't need one.
Jungkook scoffs as he opens the door to his bedroom, just thinking about how you were adapting to this as a vacation.
Jungkook closes the door behind him, it was dark yet he could see clear as day - perks of being one of his kind. He can hear your soft breathing to know you're asleep. He makes his way to you. His shining eyes catch the dried tears on your cheeks as he climbs upon his bed. You don't move as he does this. He doesn't lay down and instead continues to watch you - the way your chest inhales and exhales.
Jungkook thinks about Taehyung's words - how cute you were. It wasn't the first time he heard his friends go on about how "such a cute Human" she was and "how such soft Human hair" with the "biggest and innocent human eyes". It was growing tiring hearing about you from his friends when they had no right to be so amazed. It was as though they never seen a Human before.
But as Jungkook thinks about how "cute" you were to his friends, his mind tells him that he guessed you were cute. You weren't ugly to him like the other Humans he saw - even other beings from different planets. You were soft - he knew as much when you would hug him when you saw him after your studies. He supposed you weren't a bad pet - you were just a friendly pet and that's not what he appreciated.
Jungkook doesn't think when he kisses your lips - it was something he wanted to try. He witnessed his father kissing his mother and wondered what it felt like. He once called it "adult germs" until one by one, his friends told him they all kissed someone - and Taehyung leaning down close to you wasn't something he was risking.
Maybe it was selfish of him to kiss you while you slept - but he couldn't risk it any longer. He couldn't risk you going around having anyone steal a kiss from you - especially his friends (who swore that they saw you nothing more than a human friend).
Jungkook stiffens as you stir in your sleep. You don't wake and instead turn towards him and continue on with your slumber. Jungkook releases a sigh and lays his head upon his pillow. He touches his lips, the warmth of your lips tingling on them still. Jungkook hums, slightly smiling to himself at the giddy feeling. He allows himself to get closer to you, his chin placing gently at the top of your head.
You were his pet, after all. And there was nothing wrong with a master cuddling with his pet.
"Maybe you're attracted to her." Jimin says with a knowing smirk on his lips, furrowed brows. "It's normal. You're a growing boy."
"Don't be stupid!" Jungkook hisses, hands clenching.
Jungkook turns away from his older friend who was now laughing at him. What he needed was advice - not to be teased.
You were now 15, and Jungkook being 16 - 17 in a few months and would be off for training - has sensed there was a change in him. Of course, the normal change - his height increased, his voice deepened and he was growing an insane amount of hair all over. The Prince was excelling in his training alongside his father and would be fit for a King - eventually, those on Ivictus had a long life span. However, his mind couldn't stop the intrusive thoughts when it came to you.
"It's okay to want to fuck-"
Jungkook clenches his fists again, his eyes narrowing at Jimin.
Jimin rolls his eyes. "...want to be sexually active with her." he rephrases his words, knowing Jungkook didn't take disrespect when it came to you lightly - even if he claimed you were only a pet to him. "You're with her almost all the time."
Jungkook feels the tips of his ears redden when it comes to you and anything involving his growing attraction. Over the years, you sleeping in his bed was established and he has begun to enjoy your warmth as you did his. He didn't always have these thoughts about you - you were just a pet he desired to be close to. All the time.
At around 15 he woke one too many times to his hips rutting into you and his hands wandering. He would always push himself away from your sleeping figure as if you burned him and curse at himself for touching you. But it happened day by day - and even though the two of you were older enough now and didn't need to bathe together, he could never stop himself from allowing you inside the tub that was filled with too many bubbles. Still, his eyes didn't wander to your figure and he made sure to keep his distance from you.
Jungkook wouldn't tell Jimin that the thought of touching you begins to be so unbearable that he had to touch himself for relief, his mind imagining it was you doing it. It didn't make himself feel any better once the deed was done, however, and all he does feel is guilt for thinking of you in such a manner. You were his pet - one of his favorite people. You've grown alongside him and became far more submissive and happy to be with him.
Jungkook decides that Jimin is no help - so he would have to go elsewhere for help. It takes him months to get the intrusive thoughts out of his head. He stopped the baths you took together - even if he could hear your heart beating rapidly in confusion. He no longer cuddled you close to him as the two of you slept - ignoring the way you tossed and turned at night. But in the end, his intrusive thoughts as a growing boy no longer occupied you.
You're embarrassed when you see him - Jungkook and another girl engaged sexually. You had apologized profusely and ran out of the room as fast as you could. You remained in the hallway, back against the wall as you waited for him to be done. As long as you lived in the palace and could roam freely without any trouble, you always enjoyed being in the familiar room Jungkook and you shared.
It was another 10 minutes before the girl leaves, ignoring your presence entirely. Jungkook has stepped away from the room and eyes you before walking down the hall. You follow him, arms behind your back. "Are you going to take a bath?" you ask him quietly.
Jungkook nods his head, turning towards the door. He glances behind you. "What are you doing?"
"Can't I join?" you tilt your head at him, in a way that makes his heart ache. "We always take baths together until you stop."
Jungkook breaths in. His mind questions if your body felt the same for him as his did for you. Your eyes didn't look at him in the way he knows his did yours. You didn't touch him the way his sleepy figure did yours.
"Don't you think we're..." Jungkook trails off. "...too old?"
You eye him for a second, a blank stare on your face. "Would you prefer we shower?"
Jungkook feels his throat run dry and suddenly, his shorts feel far too tight. You weren't dumb in the slightest - but far too naive to get what he was intending. Maybe it was because you've dealt with Jungkook since the both of you were children and didn't see him as nothing but a master - a friendly master. He didn't scare you anymore or call you degrading names. He wasn't too rough with you or punish you for things that weren't your fault.
Jungkook hums. That was it. You were his pet, after all. He would consider you his friend in a (human girl) pet form that didn't want to change the routine the both of you shared. You didn't see him in the same light he was beginning to see you - and that was good. You were pure; not corrupted by the thoughts and you'll never will be.
"Okay." Jungkook murmurs, turning towards the now open door. "We can shower."
Jungkook and you enter the bathroom, a smile adorning your lips. He'd never shower with you before - never seeing the point of it. He enjoyed the baths he shared with you until the thoughts came - and he hoped that after his relief with the unnamed girl (he didn't care for her to learn it), that the thoughts for you wouldn't return.
The shower was large and as you begin to remove your clothes and step into it, it turns on automatically as it senses a body. Jungkook is frozen as he stares at you - now naked and enjoying the warmth of the shower. He's surprised at the revelation that he's never actually seen your body before - it was always covered by the bubbles and the fact that he would look away as you undressed.
Jungkook tears his eyes away from you and undresses himself. He enters without a word, trying his hardest to not look at you. More water makes their way out and onto Jungkook. The water is refreshing and it assist in calming his nerves.
"Do you want me to wash your hair?" you ask him.
"That'll be hard to do since we're not sitting down." Jungkook murmurs, the sound of the water hitting against the floor brings a sense of peacefulness.
"Hmm." you hum. You're unsure what to do for him. You grab the soap resting on one of the bars into your hands. It's natural, you note, made by one of the guards wives as a gift to Jungkook after the guard overheard him having dry skin. You rub it into your hands then begin to rub it along his shoulders.
Jungkook stiffens feeling your hands on him. You're washing him - something innocent and pure, yet he can't help but moan to himself as your hands roam his body. From his shoulders, to his neck then torso. You're humming softly to yourself - but his ears can pick up everything. You often hummed to yourself whenever you washed his hair or vice versa.
"I can wash your hair." Jungkook chokes out when he feels your hands rub along his adomen. He quickly turns you around and grabs the nearest shampoo bar - he's attempting to get his breathing in order when he rubs his hands on the bar and then inside of your scalp.
Jungkook tries to not let his eyes wander around your body as he massages your scalp. You're his pet - an innocent pet who's grown to love him over time. What he isn't going to do is allow these disturbing thoughts to hinder his relationship with you.
"Do you love Uma?" you ask him after a few minutes as Jungkook is finishing with shampooing your hair.
"Who's Uma?" Jungkook scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "Turn around so we can take the shampoo out."
You do as you're told. You open your eyes slightly to look at him, smiling when your eyes meet.
"The girl you were with earlier." you say as Jungkook begins to rinse the shampoo from your hair.
Jungkook gulps. He wasn't aware you knew the girl. You didn't have many friends that weren't his - nor did you spend much time outside of the Palace without him, the guards or even his friends. He was now comfortable with his friends enough to know they wouldn' hurt you - and hopefully not have the same intrusive thoughts he had for you, that was something he would never allow.
"No. I don't love her." Jungkook answers truthfully. He hadn't even known her name. All he did know was that he was a Prince and had all types of women at his disposal if needed be. "Why do you ask?"
You don't respond to his question immediately. It was as though you were thinking - processing his words.
"You were having sex with her, right?" your words make his fingers stop in your scalp. He wasn't sure where you were going with your questions.
"...Yes."
You open your eyes to look at him, your eyelashes blinking away the water droplets that laid upon them. "I was told you're suppose to have sex with people you love." you're tilting your head at him, genuinely confused. It was what you were told by the Human scholar when it was time for you to learn about your body and that of the opposite sex. The scholar couldn't tell you much about those of Planet Ivictus - just that they were nearly the same as Humans.
Jungkook doesn't respond. He's unsure how. Maybe this is how Humans thought - having sex with just people you love. It was different on his planet and sex was nearly a sport at this point. The girls had high sex drives when the full moon was present and the men were almost always ready for sex. He's had plenty of sex by the time he hit puberty and was encouraged to do so to relief pent-up frustration - and also so he wouldn't take any of that frustration out on you.
"You are." Jungkook nods slowly. He's unsure what to tell you - or why you're even bringing up the idea of sex. You never have before, but then again he was much careful who he brought to his room. He always made sure you were away or occupied when he had - and that the aroma of sex was well cleaned from the room and there was fresh sheets for you to come back to.
You nod your head at him. Jungkook hears your heart beat faster as you come closer to him, eyes large and full with curiosity. "Can I have sex with you?"
Jungkook thinks about anything to make his cock deflate. He thinks about the time his father forced him to eat raw Alien meat as a form of "survival". He thinks of when Jimin laughed so hard he threw up an insane amount of food he ate moments prior - literally anything to not make him grow hard at your words. Such innocnet words - as though you knew not the true meaning of them.
"Why would you want to do that?"
You step closer to him, eyes blinking to look up into his own eyes. Your hands place themselves on his chest as you come closer to him. "You're suppose to have sex with people you love." you answer. "And I love you."
Jungkook doesn't know how to respond to you. He's astonished at your words of admission. You pleading to have sex with him - someone who has never been touched before by no man - not even himself, and you were his pet, after all.
Jungkook turns his head from you and sighs. "You don't mean that."
"I do." you assure, coming even closer to him. "I want to have sex with you!"
Jungkook gulps.
"You're my master. You're allowed to do anything to me."
Jungkook groans, he could feel himself grow harder by the second. But he tells himself you don't know what you're asking of him.
"You need to stop." Jungkook swallows. He turns to make his way out of the shower, the second stream of water disconnecting at his absence. "You don't want me to do that."
Jungkook hears your footsteps following after him, your stream of water turning off behind you. "I do mean it!" you call after him. "I do mean it, Jungkook!" you sound seconds from crying at how cold he was being with you.
Jungkook turns his head abruptly, his eyes glaring at you. "Stop it." he hisses - a hiss that makes you flinch. He manages to not skim your body. "I'm not doing that with you."
Jungkook snatches a towel from the rack and begins drying himself.
You cross your arms and glance at the ground. "Is it because you don't love me? Did you love Uma more?"
Jungkook curses at himself mentally. You had it completely opposite and he regrets telling you that sex and love are the same - because they weren't. Not with him at least. He didn't care for Uma in the way he cared for you and Uma wouldn't be someone he brought back to his room.
"It's okay if you don't love me." you tell him, stepping closer until you're directly behind him. You place your check against his back, an action you did often since you were a child of 8. It was different now - he was taller and his body much more sculptured. "I know not all masters love their pets."
"Who told you that?" Jungkook knits his brows. You never spoke like this before. It was rare for you to address him as master and yourself as a pet. You knew your situation as much as he did. He was no longer a child that demanded you call him by his Royal title.
Jungkook turns to face you, waiting for your response. You place your head against his chest this time, arms loosely around his waist. He ignores the way your breasts are pressed firmly against him. "Another human pet told me. She said that she pleases her master all the time."
Jungkook hums, processing the information. He wasn't aware you had another human acquaintance. Obviously, they were posioning your mind with the intrusive thoughts you never had until you associated with them.
"She told me what she does." you continued. "I can please you with my mouth."
There it goes. The blood rising inside of Jungkook makes him push himself away from you.
"Get dressed." Jungkook hisses. "And stop fucking talking to that whore. She's corrupting your mind."
You and Jungkook get dressed, both silent. Jungkook isn't a fool to your hurt feelings - he could sense the way you're saddened by his words. The two of you make it out of the bathroom and down the hallway. It was quiet, no guards roaming the halls.
"Are you going to keep seeing Uma?" you call as you near the bedroom. "Or Hadiza? Jimena? Bora or -"
Jungkook turns around. He stops you in your tracks. How long have you known about the girls he brought to his bedroom? You knew of their names and as far as he thought, you had no idea.
"Why are you questioning me?"
"It's not fair that you have sex with them and not me." you exclaim, your eyes narrowing at Jungkook as he did to you. It brought back memories of your younger self - how you willingly fought against him with no fears. It was one of the reasons he grown to like you.
Jungkook inhale then exhales deeply.
"I don't want you to keep having sex with them." you murmur, but your voice is stern. There's a glint in your eyes that makes Jungkook scan your entire body language.
"Who are you to tell me what not to do?" Jungkook scoffs. He was amused - you were growing territorial and he can only blame himself. He allowed you to have freedom over him and situations. He ran when you called and made sure no one even caused any harm to you that now you stand before him demanding things.
"I'll kill them if you have sex with anyone." your words reach his ears and replays in his mind. You don't say another word to him and instead turn around and make your way opposite of his room. He watches your figure until you aren't in his line of vision.
Jungkook's ashamed. Ashamed because your words cause something deep in him - desire? Adoration? He wasn't sure himself. He's more ashamed that he feels himself grow harder at your words - you were far ahead of yourself in thinking you could kill any of the girls he brings to his bed, but the threat alone excites him.
Your threat rang true - year after year. Jungkook chooses to play with you as if you aren't capable of killing. And of course you weren't. That didn't mean you weren't going to use your connections. You crying to Jimin about Uma clawing you on your cheek makes the boy upset, nearly attacking the girl for putting her hands on you. You're dripping in blood when the King see's you, declaring that one of the girls Jungkook brought to his room became "jealous" of how close he was to his pet - soon her whole family was banished from the palace grounds and had to live on the outskirts of the planet.
Year after year, Jungkook tested you and you showed him that no matter who he brought to his bedroom - even who he spoke to - wasn't safe from you. You had no strength, skill or will to kill them - but ruining their lives for the sake of having Jungkook to yourself was worth it to your eyes.
Jungkook was no fool to your plans - as sick and twisted as it was. He knew the way in which you hurt yourself and blamed it on the girls he associated with - yet his friends wouldn't believe it if he told them, neither would his father. You were the cute innocent human pet - who was not so innocent any longer. At 17, you were growing into your womanly figure. You insisted on sleeping in his bed when you were well adored in the palace to have your own bedroom. You rubbed his pack every night, kissed his neck as far as he allowed you to. You snuck into the shower with him one too many times to count, all claiming to be a loving pet for him.
The people of Ivictus had grown to adore you, as well - a rare instance for a Human. You sauntered around the Planet without being harmed and no longer needed guards or Jungkook to escort you. You had your fair share of admirers - and those who disliked you, yet you never cared for them. They weren't living the life you had and that would make anyone envious.
Now as you're 18, you're awaiting Jungkook's arrival back to the Planet, along with Jimin and Taehyung. The three men were sent out on a year-long mission outside of the Planet and you've wanted nothing more than to be with Jungkook again - even settled on counting the days until his return. You were left bored without him. Sure you had the palace at your disposal and whatever you wanted to buy from the shops around the Planet - yet that wasn't what you truly desired.
You've planned it out perfectly - of course with help of your Human friends who was also a pet to one of the elites in the palace. She assisted in buying you clothing - or lack thereof - to attract your master. She claimed it would allow him to see you in a different light - and this time you hoped she was correct. Your desire for Jungkook had grown from a tiny crush to a full blown obsession. With the amount of information she entrusted into you, you wished for nothing more than for Jungkook to do the things her master did to her.
'A master would never allow another person to touch what's there.' she told you.
You're chilly - the lingerie clinging onto your body doesn't allow much warmth, but if you wanted Jungkook you needed your body to be on full display. You're dosing off - the sun has since set and you've waited for Jungkook long enough. When you hear the door open and close gently, you're yawning awake, sitting up slightly.
Jungkook's eyes shine in the dark and your appearance doesn't go unnoticed by him. The smoothness of your skin, the white fabric against it and the way it reveals a lot without revealing too much - even if he does know what's beneath it already.
You're beautiful - Jungkook is aware of this. You've grown from the young child he met just a a couple years younger than him to an adult woman now. Year by year it's as if you develop more, growing more into your beauty. You were a dangerous creature that has Jungkook's mind wandering. He feels at time that you're the master and he was your pet that was wrapped around your finger - ready to pounce when you told him to.
"Jungkook." you murmur, voice low and groggily. "I missed you."
"We talked everyday." Jungkook snickers. He saunters closer to the bed, his eyes examining your figure, thankful Human's couldn't see well in the dim like he could.
"It's not the same." you huff. Lifting yourself up, you bring yourself to the edge of the bed.
Jungkook places his hands on both sides of your cheeks. He furrows a brow. "Have you been good?" he questions, but he knows the answer. You're mischeivious as it comes - doing whatever until you get your way.
You nod your head, but he see's the smirk forming onto your lips.
"Good girls don't lie." Jungkook chuckles, removing his hands from your cheeks.
Jungkook takes a step back and that's your queue to stand and hug him. You jump, wrapping your legs around his waist, knowing he'll catch you. You inhale his scent - he showered before coming to his room.
"Did you miss me?" you ask into his neck, lips close to the nape of it.
Jungkook hums in agreement. He knows what you're doing - it's the same tricks you do time and time again. You kiss along his neck, reaching his earlobe. You bring it between your teeth and nip lightly.
"Where did you get this from?" Jungkook traces the white fabric against your skin. "I never seen it before."
"I bought it new. Just for you."
Jungkook only chuckles. He brings himself down onto the bed, you cling on top of him. You snuggle against him, the feel of your ass on his groin is evident but he's trying everything in him to pretend he cannot feel it - to not give in to your advances.
You lean back, smiling sweetly down to him. "Do you like it?" you question, giggling.
Jungkook smiles, places his hands on your thighs as he scans you over. His eyes rack to your hips, from your chest until they reach your collarbone and neck. His eyes narrow, a frow forming onto his face. He then lifts himself into a seated position, his right hand grabbing your shoulder roughly. "What's on your neck?" he demands a response.
You yelp at his nails digging inside of your skin. You're squirming on top of him. "Jung-"
"Who put their filthy hands on you?" Jungkook barks harshly, his tone ansty. "Someone took advantage of you, didn't they? I told Father to not allow you out by yourself." Jungkook touches the marks - marks that appear like bites on your skin. "Tell me who took advantage of you and I'll kill them myself!"
Jungkook was ready to assassinate anyone who thought it would be a good idea to touch what was his. You were known around the planet as belonging to the Prince - untouchable and should remain unharmed. Who was bold enough to do this while he was away? Or at all for this matter.
"Answer me!" Jungkook screams, hands wrapping around your neck.
"I-I'm sorry!" you cried, tears welming into your eyes.
Jungkook removes his hands from your neck, shaking his head. "It's not your fault." he assures. "Tell me who hurt you and I'll kill them, Y/N. They don't deserve to live any longer after-"
"I let him touch me." you cried harder, handing your head low. "I allowed him to because you didn't want me."
Jungkook examines the way you're crying - face red with the tears streaming down at a rapid pace. Your heart beat is erractic - out of control as it beats nearly out your chest.
"You let another man touch what's mine?" His words were calm, all the screaming and anger long gone from his voice - but you know well enough that Jungkook was beyond angry.
You shake your head, but Jungkook doesn't wait for a response.
"You allowed a filthy man to taint you? To touch you?" Jungkook's throat lets out a growl. "All because I wouldn't?"
Jungkook is livid - the thought of someone touching you makes his blood boil. He shakes his head - they take advantage of you. You weren't in the right headspace to allow them to do this, yet he's angered with you.
"I didn't let him do anything else." you cry, nails gribbing onto Jungkook for dear life. "I couldn't have sex with him. I wanted it to be you."
Your weeping figure does things to Jungkook - he's far more upset that you're crying than anything else.
Jungkook places his hand on your cheek and wipes the tears away with his thumb. He eyes you for a moment, reading your expression.
"You don't listen to me." Jungkook mutters with a shake of his head. "No matter how many times I try to protect you...you never listen. It's my fault for allowing you to have such freedom and reign of not only me but others."
You blink and sniffle.
"All these years I fight to protect you and give you a good life." Jungkook tsks. "And all you want is to be treated like a whore."
You shriek when he grips your hair. He's strong when he flips you over.
"And now I have to treat you like a whore." Jungkook shakes his head. "So you won't go out there and have another man do what I should have done to you years ago."
For the first time, you feel Jungkook's hands roam your body. He grips your breast, slides them down your waist and even grasps your ass. You're moaning at the sudden feeling of his hands all over you - it feels scandalous. Finally, your dreams of being with Jungkook were beginning.
Jungkook leans down to kiss your lips - the sensation sends shivers throughout his body. He hadn't kissed your lips since he was a young, naive and spoiled child - kissing you because he would be damned if anyone else had before him. His clothes begin to feel far too tight for him now.
Jungkook trails his hands to your breast now, ripping the thin fabric to allow them to spring free. His mouth dips down to kiss along the flesh, fingers massaging them. You arch your back when you feel his tongue swirl around your nipple - his eyes examine your expressive reaction. His breathing was heavy. He had wanted you far too long now, his mind completely blank when it came to the morals he had prior.
"I want to pleasure you." you plead, the erotic feeling of Jungkook sucking along your nipples becoming nearly unbareable. Your stomach was churning and you felt a tingle between your legs. "I know how to do it! I promise."
Jungkook nods his head. You were so cute begging to please him - he would have to reward you later with that favorite sweet you enjoyed.
You simper, pushing him back gently. Your hands grab his pants, tugging on them until they're released, along with the breifs he wore beneath them. You lick your lips when his cock springs out, nearly hitting you in the face if you hadn't moved.
Jungkook nearly explodes at the sight of you wrapping your tongue around his tip. His mind is screaming at him - how did you know how to do this? It's obvious whoever the Human girl you were associating yourself with was becoming an influence on you.
Jungkook curses when he feels the back of your throat mixed with the sounds of you gagging against him. He's twitching - you were too much for him. The thought of tainting you makes him go wild. The fact that his pet was pure and wouldn't be with another man but him brings him to great joy and a sick satisfaction.
Jungkook grabs the back of your hair. Your eyes are watering as you stare up at him. He begins to thrust inside of you, you're coughing but you refuse to stop him. You're in bliss - being with Jungkook was what you wanted for years now. The amount of times you've hurt yourself and blamed it upon the women Jungkook has been with were well worth it - now you had to assure he was yours and no one but yours.
You nearly cough when you feel a warm substance shoot in the back of your throat - he hits deep to the point you feel as if it'll be coming from your nose. Jungkook removes his cock - long, veiny and full of girth - from your throat. You struggled swallowing his cum, but you managed. You're coughing, tears streaming down your cheeks and nose red and swollen.
"You're so beautiful, pet." Jungkook coos, yanking your head up to kiss your salty lips. "I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" Jungkook chuckles darkly at your eager nod. "And I'm not going to prep you first, either. A whore like you should already be wet for me."
It was sadistic and he would hate himself later, but now he had to be inside of you. It doesn't take him long to rip the rest of the flimsy lingerie off of your body. He was correct - you were dripping. Who knew his pet - someone so innocent and pure - would be so filthy for him right now. He spreads your legs, his shining eyes noticing how tight your pussy was and he feels proud of you for not allowing anyone unworthy of your purity.
You hiss, gripping your eyes shut when you feel Jungkook enter you whole. You bite your lip, trembling. Jungkook places a hand upon your cheek, his thumb rubbing it calms you. But his actions say otherwise and he wastes no time in thrusting into you at an alarming pace. As much as your body aches at the pain being caused by him - you can't love him any less.
Jungkook grunts as he fucks into you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You were wet and tight - far too tight for him to handle. You were pure for him and him only, your body belonging to him. Destined for him to take and do as he pleased. His fingernails dig into the skin of you knees as he brings them up to your shoulders, enjoying the way you clench around him with more urgency.
"Your pussy's so tight for me." Jungkook chuckles darkly, his eyes opening to look at your face. "You waited for me all this time, haven't you?"
You nod your head. You were glad the pain was subsiding and forming into pleasure. Your eyes open in time to see it - his tentacles. He hadn't brought them out in front of you in years - not unless he had to. You didn't scream or cower away - you feel them wrap around your legs, one softly around your neck while one places itself along your clit. You shake your head, arching.
"I know you love it, pet." Jungkook laughs aloud, his pounding only getting more powerful. His tentacle plays with your clit as one wraps around your nipples. "You love whatever I do to you, don't you?"
You're nodding your head, twitching. Your body didn't feel like your own - you're unsure what was happening. You didn't want his tentacles to stop pleasuring you as much as you didn't want his cock to. You feel the tears of pleasure form and slide down your cheeks. "I love you so much, Jungkook." you cry out.
Jungkook hisses. Your words were going to make him cum - but that doesn't mean he would cum for good. He had high stamina and could go for as long as you'd allow him to.
"Say it again." Jungkook hisses.
"I love you." you repeat again and again, each time earning Jungkook deeper access to your pussy. "I love you so much, master." you cry out, twitching uncontrollably. Jungkook feels the liquid hit his check, but neither him or his tentacles stop - not when he was so close to cumming himself.
"I'm going to breed you." Jungkook's eyes were bloodshot - his thrust was far too powerful for a Human to handle, yet you were taking it as well as you could. "I'm going to fill you up until you're pregnant with my heir."
The tight grip Jungkook has on your legs makes you bleed, but neither of you care. You came an excessive amount of times - overstimulation being an understatement. Your eyes are rolling and you're covered in sweat and cum (and possibly blood) - but you can't bring yourself to regret your decision to fuck Jungkook.
Jungkook cums deep inside of you, head hung low - the thoughts of you being full of his cum and soon with his child plaguing his thoughts. You would be glowing and round with the heir to the throne - a child so powerful that could even rival him as an infant.
Jungkook falls besides you, chest trying to find any air left. Who knew a Human - a virgin one at that - could make him so weak.
"Please, Prince Jungkook there must be-"
"I don't make mistakes!" Jungkook hisses. "She has pointed out your Human as the one who took advantage of her."
The man shakes his head as the Human boy is dragged out of the home. A crowd forms around the home, yet not too close to the Prince. There's whispers surrounding them, the red sky above them shining down at the pathetic Human.
You're standing besides Taehyung as Jungkook brings the dagger across the Human's neck, the crimson blood splattering on the grass below them. There's a few yelps and shrieks, but no one does anything.
The Human's body hit the ground and all Jungkook can do is spit upon him in disgust. An act against his woman would never go unpunished. He waves his hands to a few guards and they're quick to dispose of the body, pushing the crying woman away from the dead body. Jungkook reaches you, his eyes glancing around to the crowd. "And that goes for anyone who touches what's mine." he hisses.
Taehyung glances at Jimin from across from him who gives him the same amused look. He wished he would've made the bet with Namjoon when he said Jungkook would be wrapped around the Human's fingers in no time. Little did you know, Jungkook had killed and harmed far too many men in your honor - those who spoke ill of you never went unheard to the Prince.
"Let's go home." you wrap your hands around his with a small smile.
Jungkook allows you to drag him away from the quiet crowd, all eyes watching the way you appeared to tame the once irate Prince.
As you walk towards the palace, a familiar set of eyes are watching you. You see her - the same Human pet who you took advice from many times before. The same one who insisted you sleep with your master when you were young, the same woman who assisted in buying you the lingerie and who ultimately covered you in bruises to make the Prince jealous in being yours. You smile at her, nodding your head slightly and she does the same with a smirk on her lips.
Hi! you said you reblog on your main sometimes so what is your main blog? thx
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That's where I post my own written content and sometimes reblog gifs lol
your bio says you review fics but I hardly see anything reviewing fics? im confused
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It’s also only a directory link and request button in my bio, so I'm not sure where you’re seeing that.
After listening to Jimin whine one too many times about needing to get laid—and feeling the need himself—Taehyung sets the two of them up on a double date with two others. However, over the course of the date, the two of them realize that the feelings they thought were unrequited for the other are, in fact, reciprocated, accidentally third-wheeling their dates in the process.
🌷 warnings: they're idiots but they figure it out eventually, first date, friendly competition, messy feelings, drunk confessions, literally sleeping together, flirting, teasing, use of the word "slut", fairly soft morning sex, eating the booty like groceries, anal sex, i wrote this instead of sleeping
💎 written for the One Shot, Two Shot Fest!
🌷 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading, and to elle for helping me come up with the name!
💎 pov alternates from jimin & taehyung
Taehyung:
Double date! Tomorrow! Be there or be square!
Jimin stares at his phone and lets out a deep, heavy exhale. Yes, he and his friend Taehyung have been lamenting more frequently about being single. And yes, he may have agreed—after two too many glasses of chardonnay and one too many romcoms—that he was ready to hit the scene and meet new people. He may have promised to go along with whatever idea Taehyung had come up with that caused the adorably mischievous glimmer in his eye. But now that he's sober, Jimin feels extremely anxious about the whole ordeal.
Jimin:
Yah! We were drunk!
I didn't think you'd actually go ahead and set us up with anyone.
Taehyung:
You truly have no faith in me, Jiminah. ☹️
Trust me! The guy you're meeting with is super sweet *and* he's also from Busan!
Jimin:
And the guy you're meeting with...does he happen to be super weird *and* also from Daegu.
Taehyung:
How did you know?
Jimin:
Wait, really?
Taehyung:
Tomorrow! 4 PM! The arcade near your apartment! We'll eat and drink and then play some games.
Jimin:
Fine. I'll be there.
Taehyung:
yayayayay! 😁
Jimin feels nervous as he gives his reflection one more scrutinizing look before deciding he's as ready as he'll ever be. His pastel pink hair is parted nicely, falling over his forehead in perfect swoops, and he wears silver hoop earrings, a plain black tee tucked into tight black jeans and black chelsea boots.
The arcade is only a ten-minute walk from Jimin's place, and he leaves with just enough time to get there and not be so late that he seems rude. It's not that he is inconsiderate of other people's time; it's just been a while since Jimin has gone on a date, and he spent too long fussing with various outfits and raising his level of anxiety before settling on something simple yet flattering.
As much as Jimin enjoys meeting others and going out with friends, there is always a level of presentation to dating that makes him spiral. What if he talks too much about himself? Or not enough? Or what if he is into the other person, but they're not into him—or the other way around? There is always a lot at stake and too much guesswork. It's stressful.
Jimin makes it to the arcade at 4:02. Taehyung had put a table on reserve for the four of them, so Jimin approaches the apathetic-looking teen behind the front counter and gives her Taehyung's name. She points to a corner table in the back of the adjoined restaurant area, and he finds two men sitting side by side. One has short dark brown hair, and the other has longer dark brown hair, neatly tucked behind his ears. They're looking at the short-haired man's phone discussing something when Jimin arrives, and he feels awkward interrupting them.
As soon as Jimin approaches and gently sets his hands on the back of an empty chair, both men look up expectantly. Jimin opens his mouth to introduce himself, feeling heat rise to his cheeks when an arm is slung around his shoulder, making him jump.
"Hey, guys!" Taehyung says from beside Jimin. "Sorry I'm late; I couldn't decide what to wear. Have you all been introduced?"
Jimin turns to the right and finds Taehyung with freshly colored bright blue hair, dressed head to toe in white. He turns and flashes Jimin a bright, rectangular smile that calms some of Jimin's nerves, making him smile back.
"Uh, n-no," Jimin says, turning to the men at the table. "Sorry, I was also late. I—um—couldn't decide what to wear either."
The one with the longer hair grins and says, in a deep, raspy voice, "You two look like cotton candy. How cute."
Taehyung gives Jimin's shoulder a squeeze and says, "I didn't even think of that! Look at us!"
Jimin chuckles, but it's more of an uneasy sound than a fun one. He's not sure why he feels so strange about the comment but reasons that he is just struggling to ease into the whole date situation and that it's probably just his nerves. That, and his unrequited crush on Taehyung is still in the forefront of his mind, even in the presence of a date, which he certainly feels nervous about. Taehyung drops his arm from around Jimin and motions to the one with shorter hair.
"Jeongguk, right?"
The man nods and stands, holding his hand out to Jimin. "I'm Jeongguk, your date."
"Oh, h-hi, Jeongguk," Jimin mutters, reaching for Jeongguk's hand. He has tattoos that start on his fingers, cover his arm from wrist to bicep, and disappear beneath his sleeve, and Jimin does his best not to stare. He has a few tattoos of his own and is thankful to have something to possibly talk about.
"I'm Jimin. It's nice to meet you."
Jimin switches places with Taehyung and stands in front of Jeongguk. To his left, Taehyung and the other man introduce themselves, and he learns that the man is named Yoongi. Jimin notices that Jeongguk and Taehyung are about the same height and build, whereas he and Yoongi are similar in height and build. For the risk of making things awkward, he keeps his findings to himself and has a seat.
"So you're from Busan," Jeongguk says as they settle in.
Jimin nods and cracks a smile. "Yeah. I moved here when I was sixteen."
"Ah, yeah, I was fourteen," Jeongguk says. "Do you go back often?"
Jimin shrugs. "Not really. I visit family sometimes, but I've been so busy with school and work that I don't make time to go back. How about you?"
"Yeah, same," Jeongguk says. "I would like to visit more, but I don't have much time for it."
Silence falls between them, and already Jimin laments using up that subject to relate on. He supposes he could ask about the area Jeongguk grew up in, but he wonders if it would be weird to discuss someplace he hasn't been to for so long. Luckily, a server comes around and takes their drink order, providing some distraction.
Jimin only asks for water out of nervousness, but Taehyung and Yoongi ask for a pitcher of beer and two bottles of soju for the table. Jimin isn't opposed to drinking, and he hopes that alcohol will at least aid in calming his nerves some, but he hadn't discussed ahead of time what Jeongguk might want. Luckily, Jeongguk seems to go along with it and nods his head, smiling sweetly.
Now that Jimin has settled in, he finally gets a good look at his date. Jeongguk's short dark brown hair falls over his forehead, and he has big, curious round dark brown eyes, a nice nose that's prominent without being large, and pretty full lips with a sharp cupid's bow. He wears a short-sleeve button-up with a black and multi-colored shirt pattern that looks like tie-dye tiger stripes, unbuttoned with a plain black tee beneath. He has a small silver hoop in his lip and several silver earrings in his ears. In short, the man is beautiful and has a pretty cool sense of style.
Beside him, Yoongi is dressed in a simple navy blue sweater with dark hair grown out just below his ears. He wears four small silver hoop earrings and a thin silver chain that disappears beneath his sweater, and he has a beautiful mix of sharp and soft features, with feline eyes, a button nose and nice full lips. Jimin wonders if Taehyung will enjoy kissing those lips and immediately cringes inwardly, wondering why the hell he suddenly thought of that.
"So, how do you two know each other?" Yoongi asks, looking between Taehyung and Jimin. Jimin turns to Taehyung, who turns to him, and they both stare at one another for a while. Explaining this one might be a bit awkward, but Jimin eases into it.
"We go to the same school," Jimin finally says, turning back to Yoongi and Jeongguk.
"Are you classmates?" Jeongguk asks.
Jimin shakes his head. "No, I'm a dance student, and he's a fine arts major. We, uh, we met because I was—"
"Nude!" Taehyung blurts out.
Jimin drops his face into his hands, muttering, "Why did you have to say it like that," into his palms.
"Nude?" Yoongi asks, with a mirth-lilt to his tone.
Jimin doesn't lift his face from his hands, allowing Taehyung to continue. "Jimin came into my class as a still life model, and he posed nude a few times. I thought he seemed cool so I asked him for his number, and we became friends."
The sound of Yoongi chuckling pulls Jimin's attention. Jimin knows that when he looks at Yoongi, he must be scowling at the poor guy, and Yoongi holds up a hand and shakes his head.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh. I think it's really neat that you feel confident posing nude. I just... I'm surprised you two set yourselves up with us and not each other. You seem to have a lot in common."
Jimin and Taehyung scoff in tandem and turn to each other with looks of disbelief. The idea of dating Taehyung is ridiculous, Jimin thinks. Sure, he may be handsome, with angular features, a sharp jaw and a friendly rectangular smile. And yes, Jimin may think his various moles are really cute—especially the one in the tear line of his right eye. But Taehyung is...Taehyung. He's never shown any indication of liking Jimin like that.
Taehyung hopes his cheeks aren't as red as they are warm. He cannot believe he blurted out the word nude like that, putting Jimin on the spot, but his brain went back to Jimin's lithe, muscular body and pink pouty lips, and Taehyung's brain short-circuited. Thankfully, the server returns, providing a distraction.
As the server doles out their drinks and begins taking their orders, Taehyung wonders what he was thinking wearing white. He was so caught up in imagining how angelic the outfit may look, contrasting with his tanned skin and bright blue hair, that he failed to consider what a hazard it may be to eat a greasy burger.
To make matters more awkward, Yoongi's comment about him and Jimin looking like cotton candy still swims in Taehyung's mind. He hadn't thought about that possibility while he was getting his hair done, only that being friends with someone who has a pretty hair color inspired him to have a pretty hair color too.
Perhaps part of Taehyung wanted to impress Jimin, and yes, maybe a small part of him is disappointed that Jimin hasn't said anything about it. But there is still time, and Taehyung can tell Jimin is pretty nervous, so he thinks maybe he will bring it up later once they've been loosened up by booze, and he can shamelessly fish for compliments.
"Wait," Jimin says, pulling Taehyung out of his thoughts and back into the conversation, "so how do you know these two?"
Taehyung turns to find Jimin looking at him and gets lost for a moment in his soft, dark eyes, then clears his throat and pulls his gaze between the other two men instead.
"I don't," Taehyung says with a chuckle. "After we were drinking and whining about being single, I sent a text to a couple friends asking if they knew anyone they could set us up with. Namjoon-hyung suggested Yoongi-hyung, and Hoseok-hyung mentioned Jeongguk. There was also some guy Seokjin-hyung suggested, but he seemed...weird."
"Wow," Yoongi says. "And how do you two feel about their choices?"
Taehyung can't help but smile at Yoongi's candor. Though he seems shy at times and a bit reserved, he is also blunt, which is a quality that Taehyung appreciates. Not to mention, he is also very pretty and seems really interesting. Taehyung thinks he could like someone like Yoongi, and he hopes that, for Jimin’s sake, he feels the same about Jeongguk.
"So far, so good," Taehyung responds with a smile, enjoying the way Yoongi's eyes light up.
"I agree," Jimin says, and Taehyung turns to catch him smiling at Jeongguk. "No complaints, yet."
This makes all of them chuckle, and Taehyung takes the opportunity to grab a bottle of soju in hopes of providing a bit of liquid courage—he can't stop noticing how reserved Jimin is. Jimin is ordinarily a lot more outgoing, even when it comes to meeting new people, and Taehyung is beginning to worry he may have put Jimin in a situation he is not comfortable with.
Despite becoming fast friends with Jimin, there's still a lot about him that Taehyung hasn't quite figured out. A small part of him had hoped that Jimin would want him to be the one to take him on a date, but when Jimin drunkenly whined, "We need to find someone," Taehyung took the hint and didn't suggest it.
Taehyung puts on a show of grabbing onto the soju bottle at the base and lid, twisting it around so the lid is upside down, and shaking the bottle. In one swift movement, he cracks the lid open, reorientates his arms, so the bottle is right-side up, and removes the cap.
Everyone oohs, and aahs as Taehyung smugly pours four cups, and then, after they all raise their glasses in a toast, Taehyung promptly brings his glass to his lips and spills the soju on himself, causing everyone at the table to laugh. Jimin slaps the top of the table, falling forward into it, and Yoongi and Jeongguk seem to make failed attempts at holding back their amusement, squeezing their mouths shut while their shoulders bounce.
"I meant to do that," Taehyung says with a confident grin, causing everyone to laugh even harder, and Taehyung gets to work collecting and pouring the next four cups—this time without the fanfare, and everyone settles back into their chairs.
"What games do you guys want to play after we eat?" Jimin asks.
Taehyung slides a cup of soju to everyone and says, "I like racing games the most. And the fighting games."
"I like those too!" Jimin responds, taking his cup.
Warmth blooms in Taehyung's chest from Jimin's enthusiastic response, and he can't help but smile at him. Jimin returns the smile, then turns to the others in anticipation of their responses.
"I like more physical games," Jeongguk says, "like the basketball hoops, or Dance Dance Revolution."
"I'll take you in basketball," Yoongi says smugly, and Jeongguk fist bumps him, solidifying it as a deal.
The four of them tap their soju cups together and shoot them back, and Taehyung is grateful for Jimin's small burst of initiating conversation. Meanwhile, Yoongi pours everyone a glass of beer.
"Jiminah, aren't you good at DDR?" Taehyung asks with a grin. "I bet you could take on Jeongguk!"
Jimin chuckles, and an adorable blush rises to his cheeks. "You would think so, but I've actually never been great at rhythm games."
"But you're a dance major," Yoongi teases, passing Jimin a mug of beer while sliding another toward Taehyung. Taehyung takes the cold mug by the handle and lifts it toward Yoongi as a silent thank you, and Yoongi nods to Taehyung as he pours the third glass.
"Yeah," Jimin chuckles, "and before you ask, yes, I do have rhythm! But standing in place and stomping is quite a bit different from ballet."
"You do ballet?" Jeongguk asks, and Taehyung doesn't miss the way his eyes light up like tiny galaxies. Jimin doesn't miss it either, judging by how much deeper his blush becomes.
"Ballet and contemporary," Jimin responds somewhat shyly. "Sometimes it's a little more structured, and at other times, it's more of a freeform dance style."
Taehyung takes a sip of his beer. It's bitter on his tongue and uncomfortably cold, but he didn't want to be the odd man out with a different drink and agreed to the pitcher, hoping to swallow some of his pride along with the nasty beverage. After one sour sip, he sets it aside.
"Just think of DDR as a contemporary dance," Jeongguk suggests with a smirk.
"Yeah, okay," Jimin says with a fake enthusiastic nod and everyone laughs.
Burgers come, and everyone focuses their attention on their food, only speaking occasionally to groan about how good everything is. For a spot that is known for their games first and food second, they have pretty good burgers, and this tends to be a hotspot for dates on the weekend. Their drink specials definitely help with their popularity.
Taehyung takes another bitter sip of beer and tries to hold in his scowl as he reaches for the second bottle of soju and gets to work pouring everyone another cup. Beside him, Jimin and Jeongguk begin talking about something while leaning a bit over the table, past half-eaten food, and Taehyung tries his best not to listen in on their conversation.
"Shouldn't we be on a team against them?" Jimin asks behind a quiet chuckle.
Jeongguk shakes his head. "Nothing says building a connection with a stranger like healthy competition."
Jimin cannot believe what he's hearing, but he plays along, raising his eyebrows and nodding enthusiastically. If he is being honest, he's not very confident in his arcade game skill, and going up against someone competitive might frustrate him, but he doesn't want to admit that.
"Wouldn't it make more sense if we were on a team, though?" Jimin presses. "Think about it, Taehyung and I like the same kinds of games, so we'll probably compete with each other. And you and Yoongi-hyung like the same ones, so you'll probably play those together."
"Just admit you're worried I'll beat you and go, Jimin-hyung," Jeongguk teases.
"Maybe a little," Jimin mutters, sitting back with a playful huff.
Jimin likes Jeongguk. He's pretty, he's soft-spoken, and he seems really easy-going and interested in whatever conversation is happening. There's a puppy dog quality to him that makes Jimin want to reach across the table and scratch behind his ears.
But he's not sure there's a connection between them. Of course, these things could take time, and Jimin isn't in any rush. He reminds himself to ease into it and be open-minded. If nothing comes from it, at least he tried, and maybe Jeongguk will want to remain friends.
With the plates empty and the mugs half full, the men decide to chug their drinks and head to the games. Taehyung abandons most of his beer, grumbling that it got warm, and Jimin makes a mental note to get him a whiskey and cola next time he gets something for himself to drink.
The sights and sounds of the arcade floor hit Jimin the moment he steps from the brightly lit restaurant to the dimly lit game room. Blinking lights and a chorus of chiptune tracks on top of the hazy beginnings of intoxication make walking into the space a bit disorienting at first, and Jimin finds himself crowding Taehyung's personal bubble as the four of them gravitate to a machine that exchanges notes for coins.
Jimin had thought about this ahead of time and pulls out some money from his wallet to feed into the machine. What he hadn't thought about, however, was storing the handfuls of coins, which he begins unceremoniously shoving into his pockets. At least he is not alone and catches a glimpse of the others doing the same. Without considering who his date is for the evening, he hops back over to Taehyung.
"What should we do first?" Jimin asks.
"Well, I am going to kick Jeongguk's ass at basketball," Yoongi announces from behind them, "so if you want to get whooped by Taehyung in Mortal Kombat or something, we can tally our scores and figure out what's next?"
“And what are we fighting for anyway, hyung?” Taehyung asks.
Yoongi tugs his lips into a devious smirk and says, “Honor,” making everyone laugh. Then, he adds, “So watch yourselves, Busan boys.”
Jimin doesn't mind the friendly competition or the way Yoongi treats him as if he is on the losing team, but he looks over his shoulder with a glare and sticks his tongue out anyway. Yoongi giggles, baring his teeth and gums in a wide, pretty smile, and Jimin turns back to scope out the machines.
"Ooh, how about Mario Kart?" Jimin suggests, feeling excitement bubble in his chest.
"Sure!" Taehyung responds, and they head toward the game.
Jimin takes the left seat and Taehyung takes the right, and they dig into their pockets for coins to insert. In this particular game, a camera takes a picture of your face to stick onto your character, and Jimin pouts cutely and waits for his photo to pop up onto the screen. Beside him, Taehyung laughs, and Jimin looks to his screen to find that Taehyung also made a pouting face with his bottom lip jutting out.
"You copied me," Jimin chides, which is met by Taehyung muttering, "You wish."
They select their characters, and Jimin picks Rosalina and begins to customize his cart to have the perfect balance of speed and stability. He glances to the screen beside his to find Taehyung outfitting a car for Tanooki Mario.
"Rosalina is too heavy," Taehyung teases.
"You're too heavy," Jimin bites back, selecting a cart with a slightly higher handling stat.
Taehyung suggests the Mario Cup, and Jimin agrees with a hum and a nod. Then, Jimin sits forward in his hard plastic chair, grips onto his steering wheel, and lets out a deep breath as the camera pans across the Splash Circuit.
And then they are off. Taehyung takes the lead quickly, and Jimin huffs as characters barrel into him and throws him off course. But then Jimin adjusts to the controls and eases into the game, picking up items and throwing them with enough conviction to get ahead.
It's not long before Jimin is in third place, teasing Taehyung that he is about to catch up. They alternate between first and second, and it looks as if Jimin is going to win, but then Taehyung hits a coin and accelerates through the finish line, throwing his hands in the air with a pleasant shout.
Jimin is all smiles, and although he wishes he had won, he thought it was a fair fight and that he did well, all things considered. Taehyung does not rub his win in Jimin's face, and as the camera pans over Tropical Coast, Jimin grips his steering wheel and readies himself for more.
This time, Jimin takes the lead quickly and leaves Taehyung in the dust. A blue shell threatens to ruin everything, and Jimin feels his frustration rise at the computer players, but he quickly recovers and shoots back as many bananas as possible, reveling in the occasional groan of Taehyung when he barrels into one. There is no back and forth this time. Instead, Taehyung gets set back and comes in at fifth place. Overall, Jimin receives more points and is crowned the winner.
Despite not being a sore loser in round one, Jimin is a smug winner, and he turns to stick his tongue out and tease Taehyung. A pretty red blush tints Taehyung's neck and cheeks and he pouts, emulating his photo on the screen.
"Again?" Taehyung suggests.
Jimin does want to play again, but he would also like to be a bit more intoxicated and loosened up, so he nods and says, "Want a drink first? I can get us something."
"Sure," Taehyung responds. "I'll see how the boys are doing and we'll meet back here?"
Warmth fills Jimin's chest as he says, "Sounds good."
Taehyung leaves the hard plastic seat and glances around before finding the other two in the far corner, tossing basketballs into hoops. The arcade is fairly empty, with a few people playing games here and there, and Yoongi's voice carries across the space as two pale fists fly into the air.
"Told you nobody can beat me," Yoongi rasps with a cocky smirk as Taehyung approaches.
Jeongguk digs into his pocket for more coins and immediately begins the next round, pausing for Yoongi to follow suit. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Yoongi begins to insert coins on his side.
"I guess it's one and one," Taehyung mutters, making the others turn to look at him while the basketballs are released from the top of the cabinet and fall into reach.
"I take it you lost?" Jeongguk responds with a satisfied grin.
"Psh, barely," Taehyung responds, feeling his cheeks warm. "We were neck and neck the whole time; Jimin got lucky."
"Ah huh," Jeongguk responds, "sure he did."
Taehyung watches as Yoongi and Jeongguk toss balls into and around their baskets but quickly grows bored. The scores are nearly identical the entire time, and although it could be exciting to wait around and see who pulls forward, Taehyung is more interested in getting back to another game with Jimin.
And, speak of the devil, a pink tuft of hair bobs just above some cabinets near where they were playing before. Taehyung gives Yoongi a light pat on the shoulder and mutters, "You got this, Daegu!" before heading back toward the Mario Kart games.
"It appears our teams are...tied..." Taehyung begins, trailing off as he notices two glasses of brown liquid in Jimin's hands. He cocks his head at his friend and swallows a lump that rises to his throat as Jimin smiles. Without having to ask, Taehyung knows it's a whiskey and cola.
"They might not know that you hate beer, but I do," Jimin says with a grin, handing Taehyung a cold glass. "And besides, if we're going to be drinking all those calories, it may as well taste good, right?"
The gesture of getting something that Taehyung likes, for both of them, is small, but it makes Taehyung giddy—Jimin is always so thoughtful. Taehyung takes a sip, and the initial shock of how sweet yet boozy the drink tastes settles, both cooling Taehyung's tongue and warming his chest.
Jimin shifts on his feet, nibbling on the small paper straw in his drink, and with a smile that seems nervous, asks, "Do you want to play again?"
Unsure how to translate Jimin's sudden change in demeanor, Taehyung shrugs. "I do if you want to, but we don't have to. We can see what else there is."
Jimin shakes his head, and a small smile blooms on his lips. "I would like to play again," he says softly and takes his seat.
Taehyung follows suit and sits in the same chair as before, takes a sip of his drink, and places his glass into a drink holder to the right of the steering wheel. The game hasn't reset, so rather than take another photo and set up their characters again, they select the Don-chan cup with their same pouty characters and begin their race.
Playing with Jimin is a breeze. He seems competitive without taking it too seriously, though he does pout adorably when he loses and gives a cute, arrogant jut of his chin when he wins. Taehyung is torn between wanting to make Jimin lose and wanting to let him win, unsure which expression he likes more.
They play several intense games, and, in the end, Taehyung wins. He lucks out by Jimin falling enough behind in one round that he was able to make up for lost points from his fifth-place loss earlier.
Both Taehyung and Jimin loudly slurp the last of their drinks from their glasses and stand with haphazard giggles out of the chairs. Taehyung does not feel drunk—far from it. But he feels light and giddy and excited to get another drink and find out what Jimin wants to play next.
At the bar, Taehyung gets a whiskey and cola, and Jimin asks for water, muttering, "You know I'm a lightweight," and Taehyung gives him a teasing poke in the ribs but doesn't chide him further.
A glance around the arcade shows Yoongi and Jeongguk still at the basketball hoops, so Taehyung suggests they make their way to a fighting game. He does not anticipate playing with the others soon.
Taehyung could have anticipated it, however, because as soon as they put their coins into a game and select their characters, Yoongi and Jeongguk arrive, panting and covered in sweat. Yoongi leans onto the game cabinet with his elbow against it, and a sharp but pleasant musk comes from him.
"You winning, son?" Yoongi mutters playfully.
Taehyung resists the urge to respond, "Yes, daddy," in part because he is losing but also because he is not sure he is ready to call Yoongi any nicknames with sexual undertones, despite feeling tipsy enough to be in a flirty headspace. He is also a little surprised that someone like Yoongi is quoting a meme at him.
Taehyung likes Yoongi. There's a calm nature about him that puts Taehyung at ease, and he is very easy on the eyes. But he’s not sure he feels any sort of connection with him. Which is fine, Taehyung tells himself. These things can take time, and at the very least, maybe Yoongi will want to remain friends.
Lost in thought, Taehyung forgets Yoongi ever said anything to him and continues to play. Then, moments later, it occurs to him that Yoongi asked him a question, and he glances quickly, humming in question.
"Never mind," Yoongi responds with a chuckle.
To his right, Jeongguk is muttering in quick succession the buttons Jimin should be hitting in order to beat Taehyung. The gesture is nice in theory, but it messes him up, and in the end, he just mashes buttons, hoping for the best. As far as Jimin is concerned, most games are based on luck, not skill, and those who claim to understand them are just lying to themselves and everyone else around them.
Luck must be on Jimin's side, however, because he's wiping the floor with Taehyung. With a few more random mashes of the multi-colored buttons under his fingers, Jimin gets a fatality, and his character rips the spine clear out of Taehyung's character while pixelated blood flies at the screen.
"Ah, better luck next time, Daegu," Yoongi mutters, and Jimin turns to find Yoongi rubbing a soothing circle on Taehyung's shoulder.
Jimin feels a tinge of something hit him in the gut and looks away. To his right, Jeongguk is wiggling around in a happy dance, which Jimin thinks is cute.
Jeongguk's pants are tight, accentuating nice muscular thighs and calves, and he wears chunky black sneakers, further elongating his legs. A good choice, Jimin thinks. So maybe he doesn't feel an emotional attraction to Jeongguk; his physical appearance more than makes up for it, Jimin thinks. And the night is still young.
"Team vs team DDR?" Jeongguk suggests with a glimmer in his eye. "Yoongi-hyung and I will get more drinks if you want to whoop him once more to even out our scores."
Jimin chuckles and turns to find Taehyung pouting petulantly, before responding, "Sounds good, we'll meet you over there!"
"What are you two drinking?" Yoongi asks.
"Whiskey and cola," Taehyung mutters, followed by a drawl of "Thank you, hyung," that's laced with so much sweetness, it nearly makes Jimin feel sick.
Luck is on Taehyung's side for the next round of fighting, but Jimin comes close. He thinks he may have even figured out a decent pattern for mashing his buttons to execute combo moves, but he also does not want to play another round despite the others taking longer at the bar, so he leans against the cabinet and runs a hand through his hair.
"What do you think?" Taehyung asks.
Jimin turns to find Taehyung leaning against the game cabinet with a glassy look to his eyes. He is so pretty; Jimin wants to tangle his fingers in his freshly dyed blue hair.
"About what?" Jimin asks, distracted by Taehyung's beauty.
Taehyung chuckles and says, "Jeongguk," with raised eyebrows.
Ah, right. Jeongguk. Jimin feels himself flush and finds he has to look away from Taehyung's face. "He's nice. I don't know."
"You don't know?" Taehyung asks, voice low and suggestive, making a chill run down Jimin's spine.
Jimin shakes his head. "I don't know."
Nervousness shivers through Jimin and makes his hands feel clammy. It's not as if he is uncomfortable talking about Jeongguk; he just doesn't want to talk about him with Taehyung. Jimin looks back at Taehyung to find him gazing at him as if lost in thought, and he considers smacking him on the chest and scolding him for staring, but Jeongguk's voice breaks him from his thoughts.
"You guys ready?"
Jimin spins quickly on his heels and makes his way toward Jeongguk, accepting a whiskey and cola that Jeongguk is holding for him, and follows him to the Dance Dance Revolution machine. Behind him, Taehyung mutters something to Yoongi, and Jimin does his best not to eavesdrop. He is definitely not ready to play this stupid game, especially with all the alcohol in his system that is suddenly beginning to hit him, but anything is better than standing defenselessly and letting Taehyung stare at him the way he had been.
As Yoongi hands Taehyung his drink, Taehyung notices that Yoongi's beverage differs from the other three. Rather than a whiskey and cola, it appears to be straight whiskey.
"Too fancy for cola?" Taehyung teases.
"I don't care for the sugar," Yoongi responds. "I already get hungover from the alcohol, and the sugar makes it worse."
Taehyung hums and nods. He supposes sugar could make the headache worse in the morning, but he is also not entirely sure how it all works, and he doesn't care enough to ask for more information on the subject. If Yoongi is comfortable with drinking whiskey straight like an uncle, Taehyung thinks that it's his own business.
"Alright," Jeongguk announces, and Taehyung's vision snaps up to find Jeongguk standing with his arm around Jimin's waist. Jeongguk's hand fits nicely above Jimin's hip, and Taehyung tears his eyes away, feeling nausea rise.
Jeongguk continues, "Are we ready to play? Jimin-hyung versus Taehyung-hyung on one machine and myself versus Yoongi-hyung on the other. The battle of Busan and Daegu."
Jeongguk's eyes shimmer and he smiles widely, and Taehyung feels ashamed of himself for his momentary lapse in judgment. He is the one who set Jimin and Jeongguk up, after all; he has no reason to find the two of them together nauseating. Perhaps all the alcohol mixed with soda is to blame, Taehyung reasons, suddenly convinced that sugar is the cause for all of his problems. Maybe he just needs some water next time.
Yoongi wraps his arm around Taehyung's shoulders, and Taehyung startles but leans into the touch, afraid to make Yoongi think his affection is unwanted. In fact, his touch is comforting and warm, and Taehyung wishes he could keep Yoongi's arm slung around him rather than having to play this silly rhythm game.
With an encouraging squeeze to Taehyung's upper arm, Yoongi grumbles, "We got this! Let's kick their asses!" Then he drops his hand away, and they approach the machines.
They get into place, Yoongi and Jeongguk together on the left and Taehyung and Jimin together on the right. Then they insert coins and begin to select their songs. Now that Jimin is by his side, Taehyung begins to feel a little more excited about the game as he looks through the songs.
"To make this fair, should we all do the same song?" Jeongguk suggests, and they all shrug and hum in agreement.
Yoongi challenges Jeongguk to a game of scissors, rock, paper and wins, and then he chooses some techno rendition of a familiar classical song. Everyone takes one last swig of their drink and sets their glasses into cup holders near the screens, then get into position on the big floor pad to shake out their limbs and hands.
The whole thing is a disaster. Jeongguk is the only one of the four of them who seems to be remotely good at this game, holding onto the bar behind him as his feet stomp across each arrow. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jimin simply flail around and shout. Taehyung can't see how Yoongi is doing, but judging from the yelling and swearing, he assumes he's not doing much better.
The moment the song concludes, Jimin flings himself against Taehyung's side, and Taehyung stumbles to catch him, wrapping an arm around Jimin's shoulders.
"This is terrible!" Jimin shouts as he buries his face against Taehyung's bicep. Then, suddenly, Jimin looks up with a surprised expression and straightens out.
"S-sorry," Jimin mutters, and Taehyung shakes his head, still hovering his arm around Jimin's back and gently touching him. He feels light and happy and gives Jimin a soft smile.
"No sweat," Taehyung responds. "That was a pretty harrowing experience."
"You guys will get it," Jeongguk says encouragingly as he stomps through the list of songs, looking for one to choose. He decides on some techno Ariana Grande mix, causing everyone in the group to groan, and they follow suit and select the song.
The second round is just as bad, and Yoongi winds up stomping away from his machine while shouting before it's over. Taehyung gets distracted by the outburst and begins to laugh, which pulls Jimin's attention and causes him to mess up and begin to shout with frustration. Jeongguk is, once again, the only one who seems to be able to play the game.
Once the song ends, Jimin spins toward Taehyung with his face in his hands, groaning something unintelligible. Taehyung holds his arms out in case Jimin flings himself against him once more, but to Taehyung's disappointment, he never does.
Yoongi shakes his head and downs the rest of his drink—a move that, admittedly, Taehyung finds very attractive—and then makes his way toward the bar, muttering that he needs another. Taehyung decides he would like to spend some alone time with Yoongi and grabs his glass, drinks a fair amount of its contents through the small paper straw and follows him.
"Hyung," Taehyung calls as he picks up his pace. Yoongi stops in his tracks and turns with a smile that makes Taehyung's tummy swoop, and he waits for Taehyung to catch up.
As he approaches, Yoongi reaches an arm toward Taehyung, and Taehyung does the same, wrapping his around Yoongi's shoulders while Yoongi's goes around his ribs. Being in close proximity to Yoongi is nice, and Taehyung thinks about how it would probably feel the same if he were in this position with Jimin.
"Some alone time with my date," Yoongi mutters. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Taehyung chuckles. "Yeah, I suppose we haven't seen each other much. Maybe an arcade wasn't the best idea."
Yoongi shrugs and drops his arm from around Taehyung. They approach the bar, and Taehyung slowly lets his arm fall away as they sit on stools and slightly rotate toward each other. Taehyung slurps the rest of his drink and sets his glass down, then turns to find Yoongi watching him.
"Can I ask you something?" Yoongi prompts, and Taehyung nods and hums. Yoongi continues with a cock of his head. "You and Jimin seem really close. Are you sure there's nothing there?"
Taehyung scoffs but hesitates. He shakes his head, swallowing down a myriad of emotions that he does not have the energy to sort.
"Jimin..." Taehyung begins, then swallows a lump and continues. "I don't know; he just never seemed interested. I m-mean, not that I'm—I don't know. We're just not—"
Yoongi chuckles and raises a hand to Taehyung's shoulder, rubbing him in soothing circles. "Are you sure? It's okay, man; no hard feelings or anything. I'm having fun being here and getting to know all of you, regardless."
Yoongi's words are nice, and they are appreciated, but it is not what Taehyung wants to hear. Regardless of Yoongi's blessing, Taehyung has unrequited feelings. And now that Yoongi has a glimpse of Taehyung's heart, he imagines he will just call the date a wash and leave Taehyung empty-handed.
What a joke, Taehyung thinks.
Out of curiosity, Taehyung spares a glance in the direction of the Dance Dance Revolution machines and finds Jimin playing what appears to be a much easier level while Jeongguk stands to the side, coaching him with his big, pretty smile and round, attentive eyes.
Jimin must do well because he jumps around in joy and falls into Jeongguk's chest, wrapping his arms around his neck. Taehyung turns and swallows down more nausea, deciding that he has seen enough.
"Something tells me you could use a shot," Yoongi grumbles, and Taehyung nods emphatically.
Yoongi orders them a shot of whiskey that nearly knocks Taehyung clear out of his shoes. How Yoongi drinks something like that straight is completely beyond him.
But Taehyung does a second shot for good measure, and all at once, the whiskey hits him fast. It's as if everything he had been drinking until this point has finally caught up to him, and all he can do is hold on tight and enjoy the ride.
Taehyung considers demanding a third shot, throwing caution and misery to the wind, when Jeongguk appears beside them, alone. He worries his bottom lip, and Taehyung glances around, looking for Jimin.
"I think…" Jeongguk trails off, scratching the back of his head. "I don't know. I may have said something to offend Jimin, and he went running off to the bathroom."
Jeongguk's words take a moment to settle over Taehyung, and then he springs into action and slides off his barstool. The room spins around him, and he stands still a moment to get his bearings, wondering once more how in the hell Yoongi can drink like this.
"I got him," Taehyung mutters, sounding far more sober than he feels, and Jeongguk nods gratefully.
Taehyung glances around the space slowly, orienting himself and trying to figure out where the damned bathroom is hiding. Then he spots the signs with the stick people on them and heads in that direction.
Putting one foot in front of the other is a task at first, but Taehyung adjusts to his intoxicated state quickly and takes measured steps. He doesn't have time to sort out which door to go through before Jimin is barreling out with his hair somewhat mussed as if he had just been tugging at it.
"Oh, good!" Jimin says as he wraps his arm around Taehyung's bicep and tugs him away, toward the arcade. "I want to talk to you."
Jimin glances over to the bar to find Yoongi and Jeongguk talking and sighs with relief but feels terrible about the whole thing. Jeongguk is so sweet and kind, and Jimin freaked out the second he got too close, and he ran away. To make matters worse, Jimin can't stop thinking about it.
"How did I get so lucky to be matched with someone as pretty and sweet as you are?" Jeongguk had told him beside the loud arcade machines, with stars in his eyes.
He looked as if he wanted to kiss Jimin and then slowly brought his hand up to gently caress Jimin's cheek with the backs of his fingers, and rather than stop Jeongguk gently and apologize for not reciprocating his feelings, Jimin had simply blurted, "Sorry, excuse me!" and ran off to the restroom like a child.
And now here he is, dragging a very intoxicated Taehyung into a photo booth along the wall of the arcade. Jimin groans as Taehyung stumbles, and he wonders what the hell happened in the short time they were separated.
"In here," Jimin grumbles as he pulls the red faux velvet curtain aside and pushes against Taehyung's hips.
Taehyung sits a little too hard on the white plastic bench, exhaling a deep, "Omph!" and Jimin fights the urge to laugh.
"Go!" Jimin exclaims, shoving at Taehyung's shoulders. "Scoot!"
"Patience, my adorable friend," Taehyung mutters as he places his palms onto the seat and slides in, leaning against the wall. "You're always in such a rush; just enjoy your surroundings."
"Yeah, okay," Jimin responds under his breath, deciding not to try to figure out what on earth Taehyung is talking about.
Silence settles over them, save for a high-pitched tune that plays from the booth encouraging patrons to insert coins and pose for the camera. Jimin attempts to gather his thoughts, but he's on the outskirts of feeling drunk, and Taehyung seems absolutely gone.
"Y-you wanted to talk?" Taehyung grumbles as he slings his arm roughly over Jimin's shoulder.
"Nah," Jimin says, feeling sadness bubble in his throat. "Just wanted to take some photos with my new best friend."
Taehyung lets out an exaggerated "Pfft!" and sits up as if he's reluctantly getting ready to take photos purely for Jimin's sake. Jimin digs into his pocket for a handful of coins and begins to insert them.
The machine prompts them to hold up peace signs, and Taehyung half-heartedly obliges. Jimin grins widely, showing his teeth, and as the camera flashes, he hopes his eyes don't look as sad as he feels. This whole evening feels like a bust, especially with Taehyung getting so drunk that Jimin once again doesn't feel comfortable with confessing his feelings.
The chipper machine voice directs them to make finger hearts, and Jimin does so, tilting his head toward Taehyung. Jimin is about to scold him for not paying attention when Taehyung mutters, "That's not what I want."
Jimin looks into the camera and smiles in time for it to flash, then turns to Taehyung with a confused hum. Taehyung sighs and rests his head against the wall, worrying his lip between his teeth.
"What don't you want?" Jimin asks softly, afraid for Taehyung's response.
"I don't want to be your friend," Taehyung whines softly, scrunching up his face as if he anticipates something painful to follow his words. He lifts his head and looks at Jimin with all the conviction of a man who is willing himself to become sober again, but he doesn't say anything more.
"What do you m—" the camera flashes again, ripping Jimin from his thoughts and leaving him feeling conflicted as he blinks away white and black spots that cloud his vision. Taehyung apparently no longer wants to be his friend, and Jimin's head spins as he attempts to sort out why.
The urge to cry overwhelms Jimin, but Taehyung's warm, comforting hand softly grips onto his knee, and Jimin returns from his spiral to find Taehyung smiling so sweetly at him.
"I want to be more than that," Taehyung says softly. "I love you, Jimin."
Jimin's mouth falls open, tears blur his vision, and another bright flash of the camera fills the space, capturing a moment that Jimin struggles to comprehend.
Taehyung grins, a crooked, mischievous expression and groans," I confessed to you; are you gonna kiss me or what?"
A chuckle rocks through Jimin, and he shakes his head and wipes away the tears that managed to escape.
"No, you dummy," Jimin responds with soft laughter. "You're too drunk for me to kiss."
Taehyung drops his face into his hands and lets out a strained whine. "You're right," he mutters.
"We should get you home," Jimin suggests softly, forcing another whine from Taehyung's throat.
Taehyung wraps his arms around Jimin, leaning against him suddenly, and Jimin struggles to accommodate, lifting his arms in the small space and doing his best to reciprocate whatever is going on.
"Don't want to leave you," Taehyung mutters.
"Can you walk?"
Taehyung groans and nods his head slowly.
"Alright," Jimin says, attempting to push Taehyung back into a seated position. "I'll walk you back to mine and put you to bed. But no funny business!"
"Okay," comes out meekly, and Jimin swoons for a split moment before deciding he is tired of sitting in the photo booth and shoving Taehyung up and away. He is suddenly exhausted, and he wants to end this chaotic date, get Taehyung settled, and put this day behind him.
Jimin manages to get Taehyung's arm off his shoulders, and he slides out of the photo booth, nearly getting tangled in the curtain as he shoves it open. He stands and has to pause a moment to get his bearings, then he remembers the pictures they took and grabs the photo slips out of the retrieval slot, glancing just long enough to verify that they are his before sliding them into his back pocket.
With a cacophony of grunts and groans, Taehyung makes his way out of the booth and stumbles into a standing position. Jimin is about to take Taehyung by the arm and lead him to the exit when he remembers there were two other men with them.
Guilt pools in Jimin's tummy as he turns to find Yoongi and Jeongguk, who still sit at the bar, facing one another with fresh drinks beside them. Jimin takes a deep, calming breath and does his best to deliver a silent but confident pep talk to himself.
Jimin hates having to turn anyone down but especially laments having to let down someone as kind and handsome as Jeongguk. He doesn't want to think of the way Jeongguk's pretty, wide eyes will downturn in disappointment along with the edges of his perfect lips, but alas, Jimin needs to do what he needs to do—finally ready to admit that his foolish little heart belongs to another.
The chorus of chiptune songs does nothing to calm Jimin as he attempts to steel himself. He takes one more reassuring inhale, and in that moment, Yoongi reaches a slow, gentle hand and caresses Jeongguk's thigh, giving it a soft squeeze before resting it there. Jeongguk smiles softly, scrunching his nose and lips, and the gaze the two of them share is nothing short of infatuating.
Jimin's breath huffs out in surprise, and he cannot hold back his smile. Perhaps nobody will be disappointed tonight, after all, he thinks.
"Let's go let the others know we're leaving," Jimin says, turning his head toward Taehyung, who seems to be holding himself up well.
Jimin takes Taehyung by the hand, lacing their fingers together, and leads him toward the bar. They get a few feet away when Yoongi notices them, and first, his hand lifts quickly from Jeongguk's knee, but then his eyes fall to Jimin holding Taehyung's hand, and with a smirk, Yoongi places his hand back down.
"I see tonight isn't turning out how anyone anticipated," Yoongi mutters, looking between Jimin and Taehyung.
"I guess not," Jimin responds, dramatically wiggling his eyes between Yoongi and Jeongguk as he chuckles. Then he turns his attention to Jeongguk. "What a relief. I was so scared of having to turn you down. Hence running away, god, that was so childish; I'm so sorry, Jeongguk."
Jeongguk shakes his head and smiles. "I was disappointed at first, but only because I thought I said something that upset you. But Yoongi-hyung mentioned Taehyung more or less confessed his feelings for you, and we put two and two together when you disappeared for a while."
"I can't believe you made us third-wheels on our own date," Yoongi chides, and Jimin cringes.
"So you two..." Taehyung says, trailing off.
Blush rises to Jeongguk's cheeks, and Yoongi gives him an assuring glance before responding. "Yeah, we got to chatting and decided that if you two weren't coming back, we'd make the most of it. We actually have quite a bit in common."
Jimin laughs and squeezes Taehyung's hand. "I'm glad. And we'll remain friends, yeah? You guys were so much fun! Next time we'll have a proper double date with the correct pairs."
Yoongi and Jeongguk laugh, and Jimin delights in how their shoulders rise and fall similarly. "Sure thing," Jeongguk says at the same time Yoongi rasps, "Sounds like a plan."
"Alright," Jimin announces, shifting tiredly in place. "I'm going to get this one a tall glass of water and some cozy pajamas. Get home safe, you two!"
Yoongi and Jeongguk stand, and everyone exchanges hugs, then Jimin tugs Taehyung toward the exit. The cool night air hits him, but not uncomfortably. In fact, the light breeze in his hair feels nice. Most of the ten-minute walk back to Jimin's place is silent, with mindless grumbles about interesting storefronts and restaurants that smell good.
Once they get to Jimin's apartment, Taehyung becomes especially clingy, draping himself over Jimin as he struggles to retrieve the key to his building. In the hallway, Jimin stumbles with Taehyung's arms cloaked over his shoulder, and he grumbles with annoyance despite doing absolutely nothing to move him because Taehyung smells fresh like a spring day, and a little like home.
"I'll find you a toothbrush and pajamas," Jimin mutters as he punches in his door code.
Jimin keeps the living room light off and forces Taehyung to stand on his own as he kicks out of his shoes and pads through the living room and into his hallway to flip on a dimmer, much more inviting light. He watches with amusement as Taehyung struggles to kick out of his white sneakers and nearly topples into the back of Jimin's couch but sorts himself out and leans back against the wall.
Then, Jimin goes into the bathroom to find his pack of fresh toothbrushes and sets one on the counter before opening his above-sink cabinet and grabbing his own. It doesn't take long for Taehyung to join him, and Jimin takes a step to the right to give him space. Jimin tries his best to ignore the rush of emotions over how domestic the moment in front of the small bathroom mirror is, and he takes handfuls of tap water to swish around his mouth and spit into the sink before replacing his toothbrush in the cabinet.
"I'll get you some water," Jimin offers, attempting to walk around Taehyung, but Taehyung twists, standing in the way.
With the toothbrush lodged in his cheek and spit-filled white paste running down his lip, Taehyung sputters, "After this, will you kiss me? I smell good."
Jimin's pulse quickens, and he chuckles, shaking his head. "You're still too drunk, silly."
With a sigh, Taehyung turns back to the sink and spits out the toothpaste. "Unfair," he mutters.
"You did this to yourself," Jimin teases as he leaves the room.
On his way toward the kitchen, Jimin hears Taehyung whine, "Yoongi-hyung got me this drunk."
"Conveniently blaming someone who isn't here, hmm?" Jimin calls as he fetches a clean glass from his sink-side rack and fills it with water.
Jimin returns to find the bathroom empty, and he makes his way down the short hallway to his bedroom. Taehyung is seated on the edge of Jimin's bed, looking like an apparition in the dark, and Jimin laughs to himself as he crosses his bedroom, flips on his bedside lamp and sets down the glass of water.
"I'll grab you something to wear," Jimin says as he turns to walk to his dresser, but strong arms wrap around his torso and tug him back, causing him to stumble and fall haphazardly against Taehyung's lap.
"You didn't compliment my hair," Taehyung pouts pathetically, and Jimin chuckles, turning his head in an attempt to face him.
"You're right, and I'm sorry,” Jimin responds sweetly. “Your hair looks beautiful, Tae. It suits you."
Taehyung's eyes sparkle as he asks, "Really?" making Jimin laugh a little harder.
"Yes, really. Of course, really. Anything would look pretty on you, Tae; you're breathtaking. Now let's get ready for bed."
"Just wanna hold you," Taehyung grumbles. "I confessed and now all I want to do is love you and hear you call me pretty."
Jimin's cheeks burn red hot as he makes a feeble attempt to pull away. "Let me get us pajamas, and you can hold me while we fall asleep."
Taehyung lets out a long, contemplative hum, then squeezes Jimin tight before opening his arms wide as if releasing a pet into the wild to be free. Jimin fumbles back to his feet, still feeling somewhat intoxicated—both by the alcohol and by the sudden turn of events—then makes his way to his dresser to find two matching sets of pajamas. One is blue with little white clouds, and the other is pink and white stripes, and Jimin giggles at the coincidence and chucks the pink pair at Taehyung.
Jimin strips where he is, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it to the side. Taehyung has seen him model nude, after all, so what does he have to hide? He does, however, turn to give Taehyung privacy as he shrugs into the top and begins to button it, noticing the rustling of fabric that indicates Taehyung is changing.
"Let me know when you're done," Jimin says as he pulls the photo strips from his pocket and sets them on his dresser. He undoes his pants, wiggles them to the floor and steps out of the denim and into the flannel.
"I, uh...it doesn't fit," Taehyung grumbles. "You're too small."
Jimin rolls his eyes and turns with a sneer, ready to give Taehyung a piece of his mind. "Maybe you're t-too b-big—"
The temperature of the air rises rapidly as Jimin takes in golden skin, muscular arms and chest, and a somewhat toned, soft tummy. He drops his gaze to the floor as his cheeks flush with warmth and notices the pink and white striped pants stopping above Taehyung's ankles.
"Sorry, Jiminah," Taehyung says in a tone dripping with anything but apologetic undertones as his feet step closer. "Guess I have to sleep topless."
Jimin spins quickly on the balls of his feet, muttering, "I have a tee shirt you can wear!" but Taehyung stops him by grabbing onto one of his wrists and pulling him close. Jimin fumbles against Taehyung and turns to look at him, feeling shocked by his behavior and finds Taehyung looking back with a pointed gaze.
"Come to bed," Taehyung says softly, voice dropped so low it gives Jimin a chill. Taehyung tugs Jimin towards his bed and says, "I'll drink the water you brought me, and in the morning when I'm sober, I'll ask for that kiss again."
"Okay," Jimin all but whispers, feeling dizzy from the pounding of his heart.
Taehyung continues to hold onto Jimin as he sits on the edge of the bed, only letting go to scoot toward the middle and wiggle under the cover. Jimin stands, suddenly finding it hard to comprehend that Taehyung, of all people, is in his bed, getting cozy in his baby blue sheets. And that he confessed. Taehyung gets onto his side, anchors himself with his bent arm against the bed, and pats the empty space in front of him.
The neurons in Jimin's brain seem slow to fire as he stares at the scene before him, struggling to process it. Taehyung cocks his head, knits his eyebrows, and hums a questioning tone, and Jimin snaps out of it and approaches the bed. He sits on the edge, grabs the water, and twists to hand it to Taehyung, who sits up behind him.
"Almost forgot," Taehyung mutters.
Jimin hums. "Only sober Taehyung gets a first kiss."
A quiet moment passes before Taehyung reaches past Jimin to set a nearly empty glass on the bedside table. Jimin grabs it, drinks the rest of the water, and then switches the lamp off. As he twists to get into bed, Taehyung pulls him close, tangling his arms and legs around him in a firm but comfortable hold, and Jimin falls asleep quickly with Taehyung's steady breath warming the nape of his neck.
Light dances behind Taehyung's eyelids, soft and warm, and he slowly feels his limbs tingle and stretch to life. As his arm and leg hit a body to his left, everything comes flooding back to Taehyung, and he turns with a gasp to find tousled pink hair and round, cherubic cheeks against the pillow beside him.
Jimin. Soft, sweet, beautiful Jimin in his pale blue pajamas covered in little white clouds. Taehyung confessed to him while drunk on far more whiskey than one man should ever consume at once, and now that he feels sober, he is determined to prove to Jimin that he means it.
A pink wave hangs over Jimin's closed eyes, and Taehyung gently pushes it away, high enough to get stuck on a bunch of hair and off his face. Taehyung gently rubs the back of his pointer finger over Jimin's cheek, and Jimin's bottom lip juts out into a pout as he groans and shifts, gradually getting pulled from sleep.
Taehyung resists the urge to suck Jimin's plush lip between his teeth and rouse him with a moan; it's probably too uncouth for a first kiss. Instead, Taehyung continues to caress Jimin's cheek delicately until the other stirs and begins to stretch and tremble awake. Jimin's groans become louder and more frustrated, and Taehyung grins.
With a scrunch of his brow, Jimin cracks one eye open. Then, suddenly, both eyes open, blinking quickly, and Taehyung watches Jimin remember all at once everything that happened the night before.
"Hey, beautiful," Taehyung mutters, voice raspy and deep from disuse.
"I guess it wasn't a dream, hmm?" Jimin groans as he rolls onto his back and stretches his arms over his head.
"Depends," Taehyung responds playfully, "how good was your dream?"
The apples of Jimin's cheeks blush a pretty azalea rouge, and Taehyung delights in how easily he can fluster him. Jimin turns again, eyes searching Taehyung's naked shoulders and chest before rising to meet his gaze, and he licks his bottom lip. Taehyung mimics the movement and reaches out to take Jimin by the waist.
"About that kiss...?" Taehyung begins, and Jimin looks scandalized, rolling out of reach, whining, "I have morning breath, you animal."
"Swish some mouthwash and come back," Taehyung groans, reaching for Jimin, who scoots further away.
"You also have morning breath, Tae."
Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Fine, come back and spit some of the mouthwash into my mouth."
Jimin sits with a start, pink hair sticking out in every direction, and he twists to glare down at Taehyung—a sight that makes Taehyung's heart pound.
"You're disgusting," Jimin says, and Taehyung falls onto his back, laughing.
"Fine," Taehyung concedes with a sigh, sitting up and kicking the baby blue blanket off his legs. "We'll gargle some mouthwash quick and return to bed so I can kiss you until you're dizzy."
"Fine," Jimin responds, clearly fighting with the corners of his mouth and resisting the urge to smile.
The two of them leave the bed and pad into Jimin's bathroom to brush their teeth side by side at the sink. All joking and eagerness to lock lips aside, Taehyung takes his time and returns to Jimin's room for the cup they used the night before and takes it into the kitchen for more water while Jimin closes the door to the bathroom for privacy.
Taehyung sips at the water as he returns to Jimin's room and sets the glass on the bedside table, then notices the photo strips on Jimin's dresser. He walks over, picks up the top strip—which is curved slightly as if it had been put in a butt pocket—and his breath hitches.
In the first frame, he and Jimin are holding up peace signs with wide, cheesy smiles, but as the photos progress, Jimin looks confused, and finally, surprised. There's something in Jimin's eyes that Taehyung can't quite discern, and it looks like he might be on the verge of tears. Taehyung wonders, with a swell of affection in his chest, if this is the moment he told Jimin he loves him.
Jimin returns, hair tamed and face flushed, and he sits on the edge of the bed. Taehyung nibbles his lip and sets the photo down, then returns to the bed, taking his place beside Jimin, who fidgets with his hands in his lap.
"Oh my god," Taehyung groans, "don't be so nervous. We can wait if you're not ready."
"I'm ready," Jimin responds hurriedly. "And nervous. I can be both."
Taehyung scoots back on the mattress and leans back against one hand while he pats himself on the thigh, saying, "I'll ease your nerves. Come here."
A look of confusion that blends into intrigue tugs deliciously at Jimin's features, and he stands and turns, then slowly positions one knee on the bed and pauses. "Y-you want me to—"
"Get on my lap?" Taehyung interjects with a smirk. "Yes."
Jimin licks his lips and complies, swinging a leg over Taehyung's thighs and straddling him. Taehyung reaches for Jimin's chin and gently pulls him close. "Kiss me, pretty," he mutters, and smiles as Jimin leans forward and brushes plush lips against his.
A pleased groan rumbles in Taehyung's throat, and Jimin wraps his arms over Taehyung's shoulders and settles comfortably in his lap, while Taehyung moves his hand to gently cradle Jimin's nape. He gently sucks Jimin's lip between his teeth—just as he has imagined time and time again—and the deep, needy groan that falls between Jimin's lips makes every second that has passed since the moment Taehyung first laid eyes on him worth the wait.
Taehyung releases Jimin's lip with a pop and a smile, eyes not fully closed so he can see the way Jimin's mouth is open for him as he lets out a delicate gasp. He rotates his face ever so slightly, making room for their noses to slot beside one another, and licks between Jimin's lips, tasting mint and spit, and gently presses his fingertips into the back of Jimin's head.
There's a soft but present frenzy in the way one of Jimin's hands pushes into Taehyung's hair while the other grips onto his neck, his shoulder, and back to his neck again, as if he's mapping out shapes or plotting points for later. Jimin darts his tongue out to meet Taehyung's, and they lick and groan and smile against each other's lips in languid movements, teasing and tasting and inviting the other for more.
"Let's lay down," Taehyung suggests into Jimin's mouth, receiving only a nod in return.
Taehyung bends at the elbow to lower them to the mattress, and, with a giggle, Jimin slides off Taehyung's lap, prompting him to open his eyes. Jimin hovers close as he says, "Lay down for real."
With both elbows, Taehyung scoot-crawls further onto the bed, and he slowly swings his legs up—with what little room Jimin gives him—and wiggles around, settling onto his side. Jimin clambers back onto the mattress, wraps one arm around Taehyung's neck, then the other as he crashes their lips together, and pushes Taehyung into the pillow, laying him half on his side and half on his back.
"I hope you're right," Taehyung mutters against eager lips, getting a hum in response before continuing. "I hope none of this is a dream."
Jimin bites down on Taehyung's bottom lip—not hard, but enough to elicit a painful hiss and confused groan. Taehyung's eyes open wide to find a devious smirk, and Jimin says, "Looks to me like you're awake, Tae."
The pain, the snark, and those soft, beautiful lips have heat building around Taehyung's groin and his lower back. He wants more—wants everything—but it is still soon, and he's unsure whether it would be too impolite to ask.
Jimin swings a leg over Taehyung and pulls their bodies flush. If the bulge that rubs against his own is anything to go by—and the elicit moans that fell from both their lips—Jimin must feel the same.
"Want you," Jimin whines, confirming Taehyung's suspicion—or, perhaps, reading Taehyung's mind. "I know it's too soon, but I—"
Taehyung rolls forward, forcing Jimin to crash onto his back with a whine, and grinds his hips slowly against Jimin, sliding their cocks together with intent. Jimin's head digs into the pillow, fingers grip Taehyung's bare shoulders, and he rasps a needy, pretty sound that blends with the pleasure coursing through Taehyung, shivering down his spine.
"I want you too, baby," Taehyung groans as he leans forward and places soft, wet kisses against Jimin's throat and neck. "Always wanted you."
"Please," Jimin whines as his body writhes beneath Taehyung, searching for friction.
Taehyung lowers his hips and lifts his head, and he watches as Jimin grinds up against him and bites his lip to stifle a moan. "God, just look at you," he groans, delighting in how shameless and needy Jimin has become.
Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and whines petulantly, then grabs onto the back of Taehyung's neck and pulls him until their lips are hair's widths apart. Taehyung watches Jimin's lips as they part and tremble, and he darts out his tongue to leave a teasing strip of spit.
"How do you want me, baby?" Taehyung asks before sucking Jimin's lip between teeth where it belongs.
Jimin hisses and moans and mutters, "Slow. Fuck me slow."
A pleased, needy groan rumbles and rips through Taehyung's throat. He lifts himself enough to stare down at Jimin and see his entire blush-flushed face. He asks, "You want me to fuck you, baby?" and delights in how wide and desperate Jimin's eyes become when he nods.
Taehyung rubs their noses together. "Do you need to clean? Wanna taste you."
A whimper accompanies a slow shake of the head. "I cleaned already. Probably still wet."
Taehyung can't help but gasp. "This morning?" Jimin nods and hums. "You weren't in there long."
"I cleaned before the date too," Jimin confesses with a blush, "just in case."
Intrigue with a hint of jealousy deepens Taehyung's arousal. "You cleaned yourself in anticipation for the date?"
Jimin nods and hums, giving Taehyung wide, innocent eyes, and Taehyung chuckles. "You wanted our sweet Jeonggukie to fuck you, is that it?" he groans as he leans in close and nuzzles noses and cheeks.
"I wanted to be open to the possibility," Jimin whines. "You know how horny I've been; stop teasing."
Taehyung grins and nibbles his bottom lip. He, too, had gotten himself ready, just in case.
"So is it me you want," Taehyung continues with a dark tone, "or will any cock do?"
Jimin slaps Taehyung on the side of the arm and pulls him close enough to lick at his lips, making Taehyung smirk. "Stop," he whines.
A deep chuckle passes through Taehyung's lips as he taunts a bit further. "Sorry, baby; I don't mean to tease. I like how slutty and needy you are, I promise."
Taehyung doesn't say these things to hurt Jimin—he watches Jimin's expressions and listens closely to his voice to make sure he doesn't seem to be crossing a line. It has simply been a test of endurance to be Jimin's friend and listen as he gets drunk and whines about how badly he needs dick, and now Taehyung cannot resist making him regret saying it all those times, just a teensy bit.
"Want you, Tae," Jimin whines. "Please."
And if Jimin is going to ask so sweetly, Taehyung is sure that he could never deny him anything. "Get on your stomach for me, baby."
Jimin twists and wiggles, turning onto his stomach with very little room to move. Taehyung watches with a smile as Jimin pulls his hands above his head and digs his fingers into the pillow with anticipation—cheeks squished and round just as they had been when he was asleep.
"Take your top off for me," Taehyung instructs, and Jimin groans as he moves from his new position to attempt to anchor himself onto his elbows and work the buttons on his nightshirt.
Taehyung sits up, straddling Jimin's very plump butt, and he reaches his arms below him and begins to help unfasten the buttons near his tummy, working his way down. Jimin struggles to shrug out of the shirt before Taehyung is finished, and he can't help but giggle at his impatience.
"So needy," Taehyung teases as he helps pull the shirt off one arm and then the other, then tosses the cloudy garment to the floor.
"Keep teasing me, and I'll kick you out," Jimin whines with absolutely no conviction, returning his hands to the pillow beside his head.
Taehyung leans down, lays his weight against Jimin, and as he nuzzles his nose into Jimin's nape and smells his citrus shampoo, he mutters, "Is that so?"
A shiver visibly runs through Jimin, followed by a whimper, and Taehyung smirks. Taehyung kisses Jimin's neck, smells his sweet skin, and takes in every tiny sound and movement that comes from below. Jimin's back is soft against Taehyung's chest, and he slowly crawls down the length of Jimin's torso leaving soft, wet kisses in his path.
For months, Taehyung felt ashamed of the vivid ways in which he imagined worshiping every inch of Jimin under the assumption that he may not have felt the same way. Now, with Jimin in his hands, Taehyung can't seem to think clearly and kisses with abandon as he works his way down to the soft, plump cheeks he has sketched and painted and squeezed his cock thinking about time and time again.
Taehyung kneels between Jimin's thighs and dips his fingers below the band of Jimin's pants. Jimin tilts his hips up, and Taehyung catches his briefs as he begins to tug down, pulling carefully in front to prevent Jimin's erection from catching in the fabric.
Despite having witnessed the peaks and valleys of Jimin's perfectly toned body, getting to touch and praise and really see him makes Taehyung's heart pound. Taehyung lifts his legs, gently but clumsily getting Jimin's pants down past where he kneels and to Jimin's ankles while staying between them, then drops down to the mattress with his hands on Jimin's ass as his feet help to guide the fabric past Jimin's feet.
Taehyung gets on his stomach between Jimin's thighs, runs his hands over Jimin's ass, and in response, Jimin begins to lift his hips. Taehyung pushes him down, slowly but firmly. "Relax," he mutters, and Jimin settles his hips and attempts to spread his legs a bit further.
"You're so perfect," Taehyung groans as his lips touch the underside of Jimin's cheek, over the crease where soft flesh turns to firm thigh. Jimin trembles below Taehyung's touch, and he kisses up, over the pillowy curve, toward the center, where he wants to kiss most. All the while, arousal pools in his groin and tingles through his limbs
Gently, Taehyung spreads Jimin and holds back a groan at the sight of such a cute, puckered hole, still moist, as Jimin had promised. Taehyung kisses toward it, keeping his eyes on it until it begins to blur from being too close, then he laps his tongue over it, slowly and tentatively, and Jimin's hips shake as he lets out a breathy moan.
There's a delicate sweetness to Jimin's skin, and Taehyung laves over him more in long stripes and slow circles as his hands move up to Jimin's hips and settle. Taehyung groans and licks, letting Jimin's cheeks close around his face, threatening to suffocate him, and Jimin whimpers and gasps such pretty sounds for him.
Taehyung takes his time licking and sucking against Jimin's rim, dipping his tongue inside to taste and tease just a little more. Then, he pulls one hand down to spread Jimin's cheek and gently prod one finger in while his tongue twists and flicks, leaking drool and making a mess.
Stretching Jimin on one finger, then two fingers, and then—with the addition of lube that Jimin practically throws at Taehyung's head—three fingers takes time. Jimin's hips grind and shake under Taehyung's languid, measured movements, and by the time he's twisting and scissoring with three fingers, Jimin is choking out wet sobs, begging for his cock.
Taehyung grabs the bottle of lube that he placed beside Jimin's hip and pops the cap open with his thumb. He anchors himself onto his elbows, burying his face in Jimin's ass as he squirts more than enough liquid onto his hand, then snaps it shut and flings the bottle just hard enough for it to land it close enough to reach again. Taehyung shimmies onto his knees and reaches between his legs to slick up his hard, neglected cock as he slowly tongue fucks Jimin.
A moan rocks through Taehyung's chest, stifled by Jimin's ass as his hand grips onto his cockhead and slides down over his shaft, sticky-slick, sending waves of pleasure through him. He comes up for air, gets onto his knees, and rubs the leftover lube over Jimin's ass unceremoniously with his fingers and palm. Jimin grinds back against his hand, and Taehyung cannot resist dipping his fingers into Jimin's stretched hole once more before rolling away from Jimin, onto his side.
"Come here, baby," Taehyung says as his sticky fingers tug at Jimin's hip, and Jimin twists his face away before rolling onto his side and scooting himself to fit against Taehyung as if he was meant to be there. Taehyung wraps his lower arm beneath Jimin's neck, and he spreads his palm over Jimin's chest, smiling softly as Jimin wraps both of his hands around his hand and wrist.
Taehyung nuzzles his lips against Jimin's nape as he spreads his cheeks around his cock and slowly slides his blunt tip over the expanse of his cleft, from the top of his cheeks down to his balls, and back to his hole.
"Tell me if you need me to go slow, okay?"
Jimin nods and mutters a broken "mmhmm," and Taehyung presses his cock against Jimin's rim and slowly pushes himself inside. Jimin moans and gasps and swallows Taehyung's tip eagerly while Taehyung rocks his hips in gentle motions, slowly carving a place inside Jimin that's meant just for him.
"Fuck, you're tight," Taehyung mutters as his lips drag across Jimin's skin.
"S-so big," Jimin sobs, bowing his back as Taehyung holds Jimin's cheek spread and works him open. "Please don't stop."
With one slow, deep push, Taehyung nearly gets his entire length inside Jimin and stops, giving him a chance to adjust. The sounds that pass through Jimin's lips are nothing short of heavenly, and Taehyung pulls him closer, trailing kisses up to his shoulder and back to his neck. Jimin doesn't protest, only holds his arm tight and litters kisses on his wrist.
"Ready, baby?" Taehyung asks as he nuzzles his nose in the hairs at Jimin's nape.
"Yes, please," Jimin responds, breathy and sweet.
Taehyung pulls out, feeling the head of his cock drag deliciously against Jimin's tight, eager walls. Then, he presses back inside, as deep as he can before he worries he's too deep for it to be pleasurable. Jimin's back arches, and his ass swallows Taehyung deeper, still, and Taehyung moans and squeezes his eyes closed—the pleasure he feels is nothing short of overwhelming, and he worries he could be swept under far too soon.
"So good," Jimin whimpers, scratching blunt nails down Taehyung's wrist.
The morning light floods the room, sharp and bright, kissing Jimin's skin so perfectly, and Taehyung does his best to keep his eyes focused and open—desperate to see every tiny mole and goosebump on Jimin's skin; eager to commit each detail to memory.
Taehyung rocks his hips slowly, back and forth, moaning in tandem with Jimin, whose leg bends and straightens as if restless. Taehyung smoothes his hand over Jimin's thigh in hopes of calming him, then picks up his pace just enough to pull sweet, pitchy sobs from Jimin's throat.
"You're so perfect, baby," Taehyung groans into Jimin's neck. "So good for me."
Jimin rocks his hips to match Taehyung's movements, grinding his ass against him with each thrust, and Taehyung's eyes roll back as he rasps deep, satisfied moans. He will absolutely cum if Jimin keeps it up, but he doesn't want it to stop.
"Want to kiss you," Jimin whines, attempting to turn his head.
All Taehyung can manage is dragging his lips and teeth over Jimin's jaw, and with a huff, Jimin shifts forward, pulling Taehyung's cock out of him and sending it against his tummy with a weak slap. Taehyung whines as Jimin rolls onto his stomach, spreads his legs wide, and tugs at Taehyung's shoulders to join him.
Grumbles all are Taehyung can manage as he moves—pleasure-dizzy and disoriented—dropping his limbs over Jimin, getting between his legs, and slipping his cock back in. Taehyung's back arches as Jimin wraps an ankle around his thigh and pulls him deeper, drowning Taehyung in how good he feels. He lets his head fall forward, and Jimin grabs his face and pulls him into a kiss, causing Taehyung's body to melt like warm wax as he settles over Jimin and picks up a steady pace with his hips.
"I should have known you would be this good," Jimin groans into Taehyung's mouth.
"Imagine me fucking you often?" Taehyung teases in a bit of a daze, allowing Jimin to use his mouth as he pleases while keeping his eyes open.
Jimin cocks an eyebrow and nips at his bottom lip, and Taehyung hisses as he mutters, "Maybe I have."
"That so?" Taehyung drives his cock particularly deep, and Jimin's back arches as he moans, "Ahhh, yes!"
Taehyung rocks his hips slow and deep, losing himself to pleasure as Jimin moans into his mouth, scraping blunt fingernails over his shoulders and back. He wants to cum—wants to hold Jimin close and fill him up and do it all over again in every position conceivable.
"Don't think I'll last much longer, baby," Taehyung groans with his lip pulled between Jimin's teeth.
"Cum inside me, Tae," Jimin whines, and Taehyung nearly does so just from those words alone. "I'm close, too."
Taehyung wants to see Jimin's entire body react—wants to watch his face warp and twist from pleasure—and he manages to sit up on his knees, wiggling out of Jimin's grip. Jimin giggles as his arms fall up above his head, and he relaxes into the new position.
"Touch me," Jimin whimpers through kiss-swollen lips, making Taehyung swoon.
Teasingly, Taehyung runs his fingertips over Jimin's pretty cock, from the soft skin below his head, down to his base and back up, thinking about how good it would feel lodged in his throat or deep in his ass. Jimin whimpers and whines, jutting his lip out and clearly unsatisfied, and Taehyung chuckles as he wraps his palm around Jimin's cock—revels in how Jimin's entire body responds to him.
"That's it, baby," Taehyung groans as he dry-strokes Jimin to the rhythm of his thrusts. "Cum for me."
Jimin's back lifts from the bed at Taehyung's command, squeezing Taehyung as his hips jolt, mouth trembling with pleasure, and he sprays his release all over himself. Jimin looks incredible—flayed on the bed with his neck elongated, while his sweat-sheened skin glistens in the morning light. His muscles contract in the time with his moans, and Taehyung loses it—sees stars and stutters his hips—as Jimin cums, needing only a few more deep pumps to unravel completely, himself.
Pleasure quakes through Taehyung, and he buries himself deep, deep, deep as he spills his release inside a still quivering Jimin. Moans and whimpers fill the room, and Taehyung gently rocks his hips, tipping him close to the point of overstimulation before he releases Jimin's cock and pulls out.
Taehyung collapses onto Jimin, squelching drying cum between their bodies and connecting their lips as Jimin tries to complain about the mess but is interrupted by tongue and teeth.
"Let's shower." Taehyung groans into Jimin's mouth.
"Shower and then breakfast," Jimin grumbles, nipping at Taehyung's lips as his shaky hands rub the length of Taehyung's arms.
"Deal. Anything you want, baby."
"Just want you."
Taehyung's kisses leave Jimin's lips and trail down his chin and jaw as he mutters, "You have me."
"Fancy seeing you here," a deep, familiar voice rasps, and Jimin turns to find Yoongi and Jeongguk standing behind him at the café just down the street from his place.
Jimin hugs Yoongi, then Jeongguk, and then he notices Jeongguk—like Taehyung—is wearing the same clothes as the evening before. Taehyung returns from the restroom and hugs them, then points out that he and Jeongguk clearly haven't been home yet, making everyone chuckle and blush.
The four of them order drinks and pastries and find a table for four in the corner, and Jimin smiles as conversation flows easily between them. Just yesterday, two of these men were strangers, and the other was just a friend—a crush which he thought, for the life of him, was unrequited—and here they are, catching up as if it hadn't only been twelve or so hours since they last met.
"I guess we're having that promised second date faster than anticipated," Yoongi says with a grin, and Jimin feels his heart melt just a little.
"I suppose so," Jimin responds, blush rushing to his cheeks as Taehyung grabs his hand under the table.
What had begun as a wine-drunk cry for someone to dick him down has twisted and melded into something fun and hopefully long-lasting, and Jimin can't help but smile as he eases into conversation with the others. He learns more things about Yoongi and Jeongguk, who gaze at each other with stars in their eyes, and feels proud to have contributed to the two of them finding each other, even if the circumstances were as unorthodox as they were.
"It's pretty obvious that the four of us are meant to be together," Jeongguk announces as if it's fact, following a comment from Yoongi about how strange but delightful it all turned out, and everyone chuckles.
"No complaints from me," Taehyung responds, squeezing Jimin's hand, and Jimin turns to match his smile and gaze into his deep, pretty eyes as he nods, agreeing wholeheartedly.
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Summary: Jungkook dresses up as the same stereotypical magical creature every Halloween: A Vampire. But unbeknownst to you, it has never been a costume.
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"You wanted vampy sex, so do it, bite me for fucks sake."
Words: 3k
Warnings: Biting, TW blood, established relationship, Gore themes, Vampy Koo, sex in a haunted house, marking, cum, scared reader for a split second, boobies, alcohol, overprotective Jungkook, dom Jk, sub Reader
A/n: Tadaaa!! First time writing something 'Creepy'. Enjoy some vampy Koo!!
"A vampire, again?" With a raised brow, you examine Jungkook's costume for tonight's Halloween trick-or-treat run.
Most people would probably say that kind of stuff is for kids, but you, your boyfriend, Jungkook, and Jimin didn't think so.
It had become a tradition at this point to go out on Halloween night and rate people's spooky decorations on a scale from 1 to 10. Normally, Jimin's girlfriend, Sana, would join you guys, but she was out of town visiting her parents, making Jimin a bit of a third wheel if you think about it. In addition to bringing plenty of liquor to lighten the already fantastic mood, Your final destination was always that creepy house at the end of the street, a mere hour's walk away, where you'd settle down and start drinking and playing games.
