You don’t owe anyone anything. Stranger online says something you don’t like, block them. Stranger irl says something you don’t like, ignore them. A friend talks shit behind your back? Just cut them out of your life. You are more important than your relationships.
Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn’t help but end up falling.
Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader
Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.
An: Trying something diffrent with intrducing this story to you guys! This story over all, is going to be a diffrent experinces as it goes along for you guys. I can’t wait for this story to progress, and can’t wait for you guys to read.
Jungkook and Y/N are frenemies, one of them gets jelous in a party and they end up fucking in JK's car.
Thank, pretty ✨
↳ Genre: Smut
↳ Word count: 1,5k
↳ Warnings: degradtion, jealous!jungkook, dom!jk, mentions of weed, jk steals your panties, rough sex, angry jk oops, squirting, jk pushing cum back inside of you, praise
note; hey, thanks for the request! i hope you like it <3 (not proof read so ignored any mistakes/errors)
(req's are open so ask me anything! i will write pretty much any smut EXCEPT things such as rape and so on. have a good day! <3)
Blinding, disorientating, noisy. The three words could sum up your whole night.
It were a Friday night and your friend dragged you to go to one of the college parties that you really didn't want to go to. You would rather stay in bed binging some random TV show and getting high, but no, god forbid you doing that as your friend forced you to put on a short dress and drag you out of the house.
You weren't drunk, drinking made you sad so your stuck to weed, just for a little fun. As you weren't drunk, you felt stupid for dancing with some random boy that's in one of your classes (probably).
Little did you know, Jungkook, the person you despised most in the school, were looking right at you. He were watching how you grinded against the man’s crotch, he saw how were laughing at nothing, he saw how you made eye contact with the man, going in for a kiss.
Before you could kiss the man, Jungkook harshly grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the house and not muttering a word. "Hey! Let go of me, freak!" Jungkook just looked back at you, clearly pissed off.
"Why are you pissed off, huh?" Still no answer, "What? Cat got your tongue?" You laughed to yourself, but you only pissed Jungkook off more.
"Look, I don't know why you're pissed off, but can you let go so I can go home at least? I didn't even like that party so you're doing me a favour." You rolled your eyes, hoping he would let you go and stop having a bitch fit.
"Seems like you were having a lot of fun." He raised his voice, only slightly; not enough to scare you but enough to make you concerned on why he were pissed off with you.
"What are you speaking about, Jungkook?"
"That fucking boy. What's his name? I don't fucking know. You were about to kiss him?" He scoffed out.
You started hysterically laughing, "Oh my god, are you jealous or something? Why do you care?" You managed to get your question out in between your fits of laughter, wiping your tears away.
"Of course I don't fucking care. I was just helping you from doing something you'll regret."
"Baby, you could've just said if you liked me," You started teasing the boy you have disliked for years. Jungkook were shocked at your words and actions.
You got close to him, the closest you've ever got to him, lips almost touching as your bodies touched each other, "Did my baby boy get jealous, hm? Now you've pulled me away from him, maybe I'll be fucking you ton-"
You burst out into laughter, not able to hold back anymore as you were playing with Jungkook. You watched as his face were turning red and his dick hardening.
You cooed, "Look, your tiny little dick is up. You've finally hit puberty, yay!" You sarcastically said, starting to walk away but being dragged by Jungkook and pushed up against an expensive looking car. He trapped you between the car and him, a vice like grip on your wrists as he whispered into your ear, "Darling, I despise you but right now I'm fucking horny so I'm gonna use you like the good cocksleeve you're gonna be as I fuck you in my car, got it?"
"In your dreams, Jungkook." You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his words. He grabbed both of your wrists with one of his hands, his free hand lifting your short dress up slightly and sliding his hand into your thin panties, shoving a finger into your core, your slick coating his finger instantly.
"Hmmm, you're saying you're not interested but your pussy is saying something else, sweetheart." He pulled his finger from your cunt, bringing it up to his mouth and sucking on it before pulling out with a 'pop' sound and shoving it in your mouth, "Suck."
You obeyed Jungkook's orders, sucking his finger, tasting your slick and his saliva.
Jungkook opened the door to his car, pushing you in as your back were flat on the back seats, your legs were hanging out of the car. Jungkook bent down, facing your soaked panties before sliding them off you and putting them in his pocket.
Before you could say anything, Jungkook dived right into your cunt, his tongue roaming it as you clenched at the feeling. His face were coated in your arousal as he buried his face deeper into your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you impossibly closer to him.
He sucked on your clit, grazing it with his teeth which made you moan loudly. You feared being caught by someone, but somehow that turned you on even more.
"F-Fuck, Jungkook!" You couldn't hold back anything. Moans, whimpers, whines. None.
Even if you hated the boy with all your guts, you couldn't help but notice how good he is at giving your pleasure, bringing you closer to an orgasm.
Slurping noises, heavy breathing and moans were the only things being heard in the area you were in. You could hear the music from the party and people talking and getting into their cars to drive away.
He were sucking all your juices, his tongue deep inside of your cunt and his nose touching your clit. Your orgasm hit you and your cum ran out of you, Jungkook there to clean you up as he tasted you. He moaned on your clitoris as he sucked it whilst tasting you.
When he brought his face up, your cheeks were already flushed from being hot, but they went redder from seeing Jungkook's face glistening of your slick in the moonlight before he wiped it off using his sleeve.
He pushed your body to be fully in the car as he got in, closing the door as you were left there panting.
Jungkook unbuckled his belt, pulling his jeans and pants down. His cock leaked with precum, but you didn't see much of his large dick before shoving it into you. You moaned out as his cock stretched you out, your walls sucking him in as he bottomed out with one whole thrust.
He didn't give you any time to adjust, he started pounding into you, hard. He pounded into you as if he would never fuck anyone again. But he were fucking into you half because he had wanted to fuck you since he met you and because you pissed him off.
"Ju-Jungkook, oh my god! Shittt."
"'Jungkook, oh my god,'" he mocked you, thrusting into you even harder to the point the car were moving, and you were jolted up with each thrust.
"I'm making you scream my name with my 'tiny dick', huh?" He grabbed your face firmly with his hand, forcing you to look at him. "You're a whore for my dick, yet you call it tiny. Pathetic." He spat out, thrusting into you with the same pace.
You pussy throbbed, close to another orgasm as Jungkook let go of your face, putting his hands on your waist to hold you as he pounded into you harder, even if that were possible.
"Nothing but a slut. My fucking slut wants my dick, do you?" You moaned out in response, no words forming in your head.
"Of course you do, you're my personal cum doll, right, baby? Always let me fill you with my cum when I need it?"
At this point you were sure your brains were fucked out of you because all you could do is moan and whimper as answers. You forgot you even hated Jungkook for a minute.
His thrusts were hard but getting sloppy as his forehead were coated in sweat. "Gonna fill you with my cum, hm? 'm gonna spill my load into you and you're gonna keep it in there like a good girl, right, baby?"
Before even moaning in response, you moaned, basically screamed as your second orgasm hit. You squirt all over Jungkook’s lower stomach, on his abs and legs, some of it going on the window of the car and seats.
"Always making a fucking mess, aren't you, ___?" He laughed, he thrusts getting slower but even deeper, hitting your cervix with each thrust as your head were thrown back and moans couldn't stop escaping your lips.
Stilling his hips, his cum spilled inside of you as his dick were fully inside of you. "Take my cum, fuckkk, take it all just like the good cumslut you are." His seed coated your insides, and it only lengthened your pleasure as you felt it inside of you.
He slowly pulled out of you, watching his cum spill out of you. Bringing his dick back to your cunt, he gathered the escaped cum and shoved it back inside of you. "So, so pretty. What a pretty mess you made." He breathed out as he looked at the window and seats that you had soaked.
"Sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Shhh, it's fine. It was hot. You make me wanna fuck you again." He laughed out, tempted to fuck you again, but not now. Later.
Hi lovely, can i request a smut with idoltaehyung and yn are playing truth or dare with the members and in that the issue of the sexual life of the couple comes up and the members begin to teasing them since their sexual life is very active, and they begin to say that they hear them the last night and when was they first first... tae and yn were best friends before they were a couple and they have been their first time in everything.
I hope you do it, take care 🤗
*Can you let me know if you are going to do it, so i dont wait for nothing*
😘🥰
↳ Genre: Smut
↳ Word count: 1k
↳ Warnings: degradation, humiliation, kind of masturbation?, voyeurism, mentions of alcohol, little bit of praise, (tell me if i have missed anything!)
note; hi anon, thanks for the request<3 after messaging you i understood what you exactly wanted! i hope you enjoy this drabble! <3 (req's are open so ask me anything! i will write pretty much anything EXCEPT things such as rape and so on. have a good day! <3)
"I bet you can't even make her wet." Jimin blurted out, clearly 'happy' from the alcohol, teasing his best friend when giving him a 'truth' although it wasn't really part of the game at this point. Even though what Jimin said were aimed at Taehyung, you couldn't help but want to evaporate from embarrassment.
Taehyung knew he could make you scream. He knew he could fuck you until you could saw stars.
Maybe it was the alcohol that made him mad, or maybe it was the fact the members knew he could make you scream. He makes sure they can hear you; he makes sure they know that you're his. And his only.
"Tell them."
Taehyung's eyes didn't leave Jimin's. Even though he weren't looking at you, you knew what he was asking.
You gulped, trying to ignore what your boyfriend had asked you to say until he spoke again, "___, tell them how fucking wet I make you. Tell them how I fuck you until you can't breathe. Tell them how I fuck you so hard you squirt until you feel like you'll pass out. Tell them." He said once more, more aggression in his tone as Jimin smirked at his words.
You were left dumbfounded, completely shocked with what Taehyung were asking you to say to the six other boys in the room.
Barely able to form any kind of words, your mouth hung open, random stutters spewing out as you face turned red from embarrassment. However embarrassing this could get, you couldn't help but feel your panties getting soaked with your arousal, turned on by him humiliating you like there were no tomorrow.
Namjoon and Jin seemed to show a little sympathy for you, but even then, you still noticed their heavy breathing and adjusting their jeans. The other boys didn't even try to hide anything as Jungkook, Hoseok and Yoongi had raging boners at the thought of his words.
Jimin cocked his eyebrow, breaking eye contact with Taehyung and looking into your eyes. You twiddled with your fingers, looking at them until this whole thing passes, but it didn't.
You heard shuffling but didn't lift your head until you saw a familiar frame in front of you. Taehyung knelt of one knee, firmly pushing you to lay on your back and pulling your legs up until you were on show.
"Open wide, baby." You looked at your boyfriend with big eyes, obeying him as your legs opened slowly but Taehyung forcefully opened them, his patience low.
You felt the cold air through your thin, lacey panties, goose bumps washing over your whole body like waves. Taehyung grabbed the edge of your panties, holding them to the side as your arousal leaked out of you.
You tried to close your legs but ended up failing as Taehyung were much stronger than you remembered. As he were holding one leg down with his knee and the other one wide open with his right hand, he brought his left hand down to your core, his middle finger tracing a line from your hole to your clit.
When he removed his finger from your sensitive bud, a line of your arousal broke as the distance of his finger became further away. Locking eyes with Jimin, he brought the finger up to his mouth, sucking the slick off his finger as the taste of your wetness attacked his taste buds.
He groaned at the taste, his eyes slowly closing as his head rolled back slightly, becoming horny himself after tasting only a fraction of you.
Jimin had a smug look on his face, this is exactly what he wanted to happen, and Taehyung knew this. "Touch yourself."
"W-What?" You were already embarrassed enough, not able to take much more.
His focus went back onto you, "I said touch yourself. Be daddy's good slut, hm? These boys are just jealous that I have a girlfriend I can fuck whenever I want. You're a good girl for me, aren't you?" He fake pouted.
"Yes, I am." You whimpered out, wanting to please your boyfriend and prove you're good for him. "Then touch yourself for me. In front of them."
Jungkook and Yoongi could be seen palming themselves through their joggers whilst Hoseok, Namjoon and Jin had a bit of self-restraint, but that didn't mean that their boners were uncomfortable.
"Fuckkk." Jungkook lowly breathed out, causing your head to snap to his direction. He were a mess. Forehead sweaty, his chest heaving up and down and him palming himself faster. His eyes were stuck open like a lost deer as his eyes were glued onto the arousal leaking out of you.
You scanned the rest of your friends. Yoongi were smirking at the sight of you, letting off silent moans as he were stroking himself under his joggers as his breathing deepened. Jimin made himself comfy, leaning back on one arm as he sipped the bitter alcohol he had in his hand before grabbing his erection through his jeans.
Namjoon and Hoseok, however, couldn't hold back any longer. They were both staring at your centre out of shock, watching your finger hover over your bud as their erections were only getting bigger by the minute, letting out hisses of pain. Seokjin were sat there, trying to distract himself by looking at his phone but you had caught him glancing at your breasts heaving up and down from your breathing and following his eyes which landed on your leaking cunt as he adjusted his pants. He looked away, feeling like he were offending Taehyung by looking at you in such a vulnerable form, but none of the others cared.
Taehyung were somehow the only person not touching himself or showing any sign of being aroused except from the obvious boner in his pants. "Did my dumb slut forget how to touch herself, huh? Are you nothing better than a toy for me to fuck? How precious." He chuckled, "You need me to help you get off, is that it? Can’t get off without me? Poor, baby. I guess I'll have to help you then."
Hello, can i request a smut of taehyung when he is addicted to eating up the reader like she is reading, sleeping or just sitting and he is between her legs. ;) thank you
↳ Genre: Smut
↳ Word count: 0,6k
↳ Warnings: whiny!taehyung, oral f!recieving, possessive tae?, (tell me if i've missed anything!)
note; hey my love! thanks for the request<3 Ii LOVED this idea ty for requesting it (not proof read so ignored any mistakes/errors) (req's are open so ask me anything! i will write pretty much any smut EXCEPT things such as rape and so on. have a good day! <3)
"Baby?" He shook your shoulders, trying to wake you up as he grinded on your sleeping state, not able to handle his boner any longer.
"Baby? Wake up, please." The little whine on the end of the 'please' were the thing that had awoken you from your slumber and you knew exactly what were going to happen.
"Really, Taehyung? Now?"
It were three in the morning and he had woken you up because of his dick. You rolled your eyes at the whole scene, realising how your boyfriends hormones is probably broken.
"Please let me eat you out, please. You can go back to sleep after I just need you, please."
You couldn't deny that your boyfriends pleads weren't cute, so of course, you gave in.
His tongue dived into your soaked cunt, licking up all your wetness only to replace it with his saliva, wetting you even more as he grinded on the bed at a fast pace, imagining it were you.
You grabbed the locks of hair on his head, pushing his face in to get him any deeper than he already were.
Sucking noises and his heavy breathing filled the room, your moans spilling out from your mouth as you were unable to control them and him moaning into your cunt, vibrating at your clit. His tongue found your clit again, circling it and nipping at it slightly as you screamed out in pleasure as you felt your orgasm near.
"So fucking-" He sucked on your clit, letting go of it with a 'pop' sound, "tasty. This pussy is mine. All fucking mine."
He grabbed your thighs harshly, pulling you closer to him as you were pulled down the bed at his actions.
Your hands were still playing with his hair, pushing his face impossibly closer as his tongue were lost inside of your cunt.
"Cumming," You were out of breath at this point, seeing stars as your orgasm were a second away, "'m cumming, fuck, Tae."
With one final suck on your clitoris, your orgasm hit you.
Your legs shook as your head were thrown back, forehead and body coated in sweat as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You would never get used to what his mouth could do to you.
As you came down from your high, Taehyung grinded on the bed a few more times with rough thrusts, cumming in his pants as he moaned out your name and his face were still in between your legs, cleaning you up from your orgasm, making sure he licked it all.
When he brought his face out of your legs, he stood up, his face coated in your juices and his pants stained with cum. He licked his face as best as he could, savouring the taste of you before he wiped the rest of and changing his pants.
"Baby, you really have to stop eating me out whenever you're horny." You laughed at him, as if he were a horny teenager who couldn't stop masturbating.
Taehyung sighed, "I'm not that bad, I've only ate you out like three or four times-"
"Six times, Tae. Seven if you count this one." You rolled your eyes, still laughing faintly as your body were washed over with sleepiness.
"I can't help it. I love you," He pouted, sounding defeated as you snapped him back into reality, "And your pussy." He gave you a wink and you both chuckled at his words.
could you do a smut drabble with either yoongi or jungkook where they come home sore from practice one day and reader gives them a massage
↳ Genre: Smut
↳ Word count: 0,6k
↳ Warnings: praise, yoongi on the verge of sleeping but gives consent, whiny yoongi, yoongi begs, submissive yoongi cause hes sleepy :(, semi blowjob ig, (tell me if i've missed anything!)
note; hi sweetie! i hope you enjoy this, i didn't like how it came out but i hope you do <3 (not proof read so ignored any mistakes/errors) (req's are open so ask me anything! i will write pretty much any smut EXCEPT things such as rape and so on. have a good day! <3)
"Mmmm, you've always been good with your hands, ___." Yoongi chuckled out, hissing out when you went over a tensed muscle in his leg. "Sorry, sorry." You were quick to apologise, but he just laughed.
There were advantages of your boyfriend being a dancer, however, some nights he were unable to move from his muscles being so sore, that's when you became a professional massager since you met him.
A moan escaped from his lips when you were rubbing his inner thigh, your cheeks heating up instantly when you saw his penis becoming harder as time passed by.
Trying not to look at his clothed length, you continued the massage, relaxing your boyfriend for another ten minutes.
"I have one more thing that needs massaging, baby." Whining out, yoongi grabbed your hand, placing it on his cock as he moaned at the slightest touch, touch starved from not being touched by you or himself. When he got in from training, he were exhausted, he had dinner and joined you in bed, sleeping. Nothing else. You weren't upset, you couldn't be. He were trying to make his dream come true and it finally did come true. Who were you to complain about lack of sex?
He were falling asleep from the massage and now the pleasure, fighting against himself to keep his eyes open. "J-Just touch me, please, please, please ___. I've been so good, I just need you to touch me a little, I won't even cum. Just," He started moving your hand for you, dragging it up and down his veiny length, you could feel each vein protruding through his thin shorts, "Just touch me."
You'd be lying if you said his whines and pleads weren't turning you on, soaking your panties. He normally become more submissive and begging for you when he were sleepy, and you could never say no. Not to him.
"You have been a really good boy, hm," You purred out, his hand falling by his side as he were going deeper into sleep, still not there yet "Just go to sleep, I'll take care of you, baby boy."
"I'll treat you tomorrow, I pr-promise." He mumbled out.
Yoongi hummed, sleep taking over him. If he had not known or told you to touch him, he would've thought this were a wet dream, his hips bucking as you continued to palm him through his shorts and pants.
You pulled his shorts and pants down, just enough for his raging boner were sprung free. You spat on the head, your spit running down his shaft, just how he liked it, as you went to pump him.
Your pace were getting quicker and Yoongi bucking his hips as he drifted off into sleep also increased. His whines and moans were getting louder, signalling he were close, so you decided to rapidly pump him, bringing you lips to the tip.
His cum spurted in your mouth as you latched it onto the red tip. His hot strings filled your mouth up, coating your tongue and throat as you swallowed his load.
Yoongi were passed out after his orgasm, his breathing coming back to normal. You pulled his boxers back up, covering his cock that were now becoming flaccid, ripping his shorts from him, and putting them in the wash bin.
You curled up against your boyfriend, spooning him as you pulled the covers on top of both of you, drifting off into your own sleep.
— info; Where you're riding Namjoon's thigh, able to be caught at any given moment.
"My good little slut, hm?" Namjoon groans out, clenching his thigh to give you more please.
"Riding my thigh so good, baby. Such a slut for me." You whimpered, speeding up your own pace, riding his thigh hard, trying to get more friction on your clit.
Your cunt clenched around air at his lewd words, your cunt dripping, your juices going all over his bare thigh.
Biting your lip, you tried holding back any moans that would threaten to leave your lips, knowing one of the members could walk in the room at any moment.
"No, no, baby. You let your pretty moans out. Let them know how good I'm making you feel, hm?"
You nodded, letting your lower lip fall from your teeth, your mouth falling open at the pleasure, head falling back and sweat forming on your forehead.
You never knew the thought of you being caught, by staff, the members, or anyone, would be such a turn on, yet here you were, trying to reach your orgasm by riding your boyfriends thigh.
"Such a filthy girl. I bet you like being watched, hm? You're turned on by this, aren't you?" He rasped out, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head, just by hid words.
"Y-Yes, Joon." You shyly admitted, speeding up at his vulgar words.
"Riding my thighs like crazy, fuck. You're turning me on so much." Still clenching his thigh, he were blurring your thoughts.
His thigh tensed, the praises and names falling from his mouth, drove you to ride his thigh faster, your high nearly approaching.
"Are you gonna be a good slut and cum for me, hm? C'mon, baby. I know you can." At the end of his words, the locked door handle jiggled, you both hearing the other six members voices.
This turned you on fully, you rode his thigh as quick as you could, Namjoon grabbing your hips to help move you faster.
You moaned out, louder than you have, the voices getting quieter, you knowing they're listening to the moans and pants leaving your mouth.
Your toes start curling, your eyes disappearing into your head as they roll backward in bliss, "F-Fuck, yes. Gonna cum, 'm go-gonna cum, shit." Your moans being loud, making sure the others heard.
Summary: You’ve moved to Tokyo for work and to escape a broken heart. Your bestie in the music industry invites you to a dinner and across the table from you is Min m’fing Yoongi. Sparks fly in the DJ booth and you bond over your shared love of dumplings and music, but will distance and work get in the way of what might be the real deal?
1: Late for Dinner in Tokyo
OC and Yoongi meet and sparks fly
2: The First Saturday
OC and Yoongi go on a kind of date
3: Everyday is Like Saturday
OC and Yoongi walk and talk and fall - for each other
4: What It’s Like (M)
OC and Yoongi meet up again
4.5: Waking Up in Tokyo Drabble (M)
Yoongi’s perspective on their first morning together
5: To Be Loved By You (E)
Things are really good
5.5: Slow Saturday Night in Seoul (E)
OC wants a snack after dinner, that snack is Yoongi
6: Level Up (M)
Things are really not good
7: Wembley(M)
Things still aren’t great, but Jimin has pink hair so 🤷🏻♀️
7.5: Cake Drabble
Yoongi’s perspective in chapters 6 and 7
8: I Need U
OC and Yoongi try and figure it out
9: Third Love
Yoongi and OC make plans for the future
Epilogue
Genre: Idol!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Meet Cute
Word Count: ~26k
Rating: M (18+), some chapters are explicit and marked as such
General Notes and Warnings: Consensual protected and unprotected sex; of age alcohol consumption; this definitely contains incorrect details on how to DJ; I’m pretending language barriers don’t exist except where relevant to the plot; OC is kind of a Jimin bias but Yoongi doesn’t mind; This Yoongi is very romantic
A\N: This is my first fic and it was so much fun to write. Many thanks to my fic fairy godmother @xjoonchildx for the moral and technical support (and @btsarmy9593 too!!) I hope you all enjoy reading it!!
All chapters will be posted by Friday, August 20th - let me know if you’d like to be tagged!
🗝summary: when a noise wakes you in the middle of the night, you find your husband in a bad way.
🗝pairing: reader x mafia!namjoon
🗝rating: mature, 18+
🗝genre: smut, mafia AU, guarded AU drabble though it can be read as a standalone story
🗝warnings: brief mentions of addiction, smut, feelings as always. angst as always.
🗝word count: 1.7K
🗝notes: this drabble is a gift for someone i truly love and admire. no one loves kim namjoon more than @sahmfanficbts and no one loves sam more than me. so, it's a love triangle. anyway, she loves mafia joon and i absolutely picture her as my OC when writing this story and she's the kind of badass, smart chick who could actually handle him. i love you sam, i hope you enjoy. also, thank you to the most patient beta readers in the world @btsarmy9593 and @hobi-gif who refused to let me fudge a line about namjoon's water bill but were both gracious enough to read this for me, fast 💕💕💕
It’s the soft click over the baby monitor that wakes you.
You’ve never been a deep sleeper -- years of caring for your ailing mother saw to that -- but since welcoming the girls you’ve developed an uncanny ability to rouse at the most miniscule sounds. You know your babies’ night noises by heart. Every gurgle, every yawn, every whimper.
And this was most definitely a click.
Your eyes snap open, searching the shadows for the wall clock.
2:14 AM.
You slip out of bed and find him standing in the dark, staring into the open door to your daughters’ bedroom.
The weak light spilling into the hallway from the kitchen paints him in a haunting silhouette. He looks ominous like this, the broad back and solid body he’s worked so hard for filling nearly every inch of the threshold.
You pad quietly -- carefully -- across the cool marble floor, already sensing the tension radiating off his large frame.
“Joon?”
You whisper his name into the stillness as you approach and his entire body stiffens. He turns towards the sound of your voice slowly, as if you’ve found him sleepwalking.
You study his face in the low light. He looks so damned tired, so damned troubled that your heart stutters inside your chest. So you step closer, close enough to slip a hand into his and thread your fingers together.
“Baby,” you say softly, “You’ll wake the girls. Come to bed.”
“Just wanted to see them,” he whispers, gripping your hand tight. “That’s all.”
You nod, reaching past him for the knob to gently pull the door closed.
“They’re sleeping so well,” you soothe, turning back to cup his face with one hand. You stroke your fingers over his face. “Having sweet dreams. Come to bed with -- “
“ -- I went to the bar tonight.”
Your heart stops beating for a moment, you swear it. It takes every ounce of self-control you possess to keep quiet as he stares down at you with those tormented, weary eyes.
“I went to the bar and I sat down and I ordered a Macallan single malt on the rocks.”
He shakes his head at the memory.
“They sat it down in front of me and I just looked at it. Sat there like an asshole and watched the ice melt.”
Your stomach twists at the anguish on his face, in his voice. But still, you force yourself to keep your mouth shut.
“But I didn’t drink it, baby,” he vows. “I didn’t touch it. I got my ass off that barstool and came home to my girls.”
It’s only now that you realize you’ve been holding your breath. Only now when you are practically lightheaded with relief, burying your face into your husband’s chest.
“That’s good, baby,” you whisper, pressing your cheek to his chest to feel the reassuring thud of his heartbeat. “Welcome home.”
Dasom is rather preoccupied with monsters these days.
She’s convinced they lurk in the corners of her room, lying in wait for the cover of the dark. Bedtime has become a rather weepy affair in which your daughter will not sleep until you can convince her there isn’t a single monster in her closet or her sister’s toy chest or beneath her bed.
So you do what mothers do -- kiss away her tears and hold her tight; whisper promises in her ear. You swear to her that you’ll keep her safe. That monsters are just a figment of her imagination.
Someday you’ll have to tell her the truth.
That some monsters are real. That sometimes they follow her Daddy home at night. That sometimes they crawl into bed beside him. That if they were the monsters of her imagination -- with gnarled teeth and sharp claws and matted fur -- they’d be so, so much easier to fight.
You look up at your husband beneath the stark lights in your bathroom and wonder what kind of monster followed him home tonight.
A terrible one, surely, judging by the shadows in his eyes.
He keeps quiet as your hands slip beneath his suit jacket and push it to the floor. Quiet as you methodically work each button of his dress shirt apart and gently peel it off. Quiet as his belt tumbles to the marble below with a clang and his pants and boxers follow without so much as a sound.
And he says nothing as you lead him into the shower, beneath the hot water now spraying at full blast.
His eyes fall shut and his head falls back and for a moment you just stare. You stand there and watch the way the water cascades down his handsome face, his defined chest, his strong legs. You stare at him until his skin pinks with heat before finally emerging from your daze to reach out with soapy hands.
He lets you wash him without protest, chin dropping towards his chest as you rake your nails against his scalp. Groaning as your thumbs rub circles into the curve of his neck. As your hands squeeze the tension out of the defined lines of his arms.
And it is only after you have painstakingly cleaned every inch of his body that you go up on your toes to capture his mouth with yours.
The kiss is hesitant at first, on account of your uncertainty about his state of mind. The hot water falls over you both and makes it hard to breathe but you press on -- press your mouth to his, your breasts to his chest, your hands to the firm spanse of his back.
He starts to come alive then, deepening the kiss, sweeping his tongue into your mouth. His hands, large and warm, grab for the curve of your ass and pull you closer. Closer to where he is most alive now -- the swollen cock pressed between you.
“I love you,” you gasp, pulling away to suck in a desperate breath. “I would do anything for you, you know that, right?”
I know.
He doesn’t say it, but you feel it in the way his chest rumbles with satisfaction. In the way his hands grip you at the waist, roughly turning you away from the falling water. You feel it in the heat of his body against yours as his fingers glide between your thighs and slip inside you.
You press your hands against the marble and curve your back as he strokes you, hissing under his breath at the wetness he finds inside. Then he’s sliding the length of his cock through it, teasing between your thighs until he’s satisfied you’re ready.
But you’re not ready.
Not for the force of the stroke that buries him to the hilt in one thrust and not for the furious pace he sets right away. You press your forehead against the marble and cry out, the sound echoing back as your husband fucks you.
He sets his teeth to the nape of your neck, the curve of your shoulder. Then to the shell of your ear where the sound of his ragged panting is enough to make goosebumps bloom all over your body.
He brings one hand down over yours, covering it on the marble wall and then snakes the other between your legs, closing his fingers over your aching clit.
“Do you feel me, baby?” he rasps, hips smacking against your ass, the sound amplified by the water on your skin. “Do you have any idea how much I need you?”
You do know, don’t you? Because you need him just as much. Because you can’t remember who you were before him and you don’t want to consider who you would have to be without him.
Because this man -- this family the two of you have created together -- are the only things keeping you tethered to reality.
You whimper when he strokes into you savagely deep, fingers insistent on your clit. You can feel the way you clamp down around him in response, and you know damned well he can feel it too because he’s practically growling now, fucking you so hard his knuckles turn white where he covers your hand with his.
“Nothing matters more to me than you,” he groans, “Nothing.”
Your knees buckle then, limbs going limp as your orgasm hits you with the subtlety of a freight train. Without Namjoon you would collapse under your own weight but he is there, like always, to keep you steady. He grabs you with both strong hands and holds you tight as he finally explodes, whispering now -- chanting your name over and over again.
He presses his weight against you, dropping kisses to your shoulder as he catches his breath.
And you revel in it, in the feeling of warm skin against warm skin.
“I fucked up tonight, baby.”
They’re the first words he’s spoken since the two of you dried off and slipped beneath the sheets. You’re in your safe place now, secure in the crook of his arm. Cheek pressed to his chest to hear the reassuring thud of his heartbeat once again.
“Led my guys straight into an ambush,” he whispers, “Never even saw it coming.”
You squeeze your eyes shut to stop the sudden rush of tears and will yourself for the second time tonight to stay quiet. To just let him talk.
“Swear to God, I thought Hoseok was a dead man,” he confesses, and beneath your ear his heart starts to pound a bit faster at the memory. “I was already thinking about how the fuck I was going to explain this to my sister.”
His chest rises and falls with the heavy breath he takes in and lets out.
“I can’t help but think that this never happened to him. It would never have happened to him.”
Now you can’t stay silent anymore.
“Look at me, Joon,” you whisper, tipping your head up to look at him. Turning his face to yours with gentle fingers beneath his chin. “On your very worst day, you’re a better man than he ever was. A better leader. Don’t do this to yourself, baby. Please.”
He presses a soft kiss to your mouth before turning his head to stare up at the ceiling. He’s quiet like that for a while, just watching the fan spin slow circles overhead.
“I hope you’re right baby,” he whispers at last, “I really do.”
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↳ Warnings: cockwarming, humiliation, degradation, overstimulation, praise, little bit of aftercare :), (tell me if i've missed anything!)
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"Stop fucking moving, baby." He gritted through his teeth, muting his mic as he said it.
You were feeling bratty. You needed his attention. Fuck that, you needed all of him right now.
Your boyfriend loved playing video games. He loved them so much, sometimes he would completely forget about you, his girlfriend of nearly two and a half years. Nothing big.
He unmuted his mic, going back to screaming random gamer talk like 'Over there!' and 'Tae! You just got me killed you fucking idiot.' Going back to ignoring you for god knows how long.
You knew he loved you. So fucking much. It's just he was too invested in his games at the moment. And that, that got you bored and left you touch starved.
You tried hiding the faint laugh coming out of you, trying to keep it in as you thought of all of things your boyfriend would do to you after. You couldn't wait until his game was done.
Teasingly, you clenched your walls around his thick cock. You knew you were only meant to be cockwarming him; you weren't even meant to be cockwarming him, it was only because you wouldn’t stop distracting him until you got something.
Jungkook moaned a low 'fuck', inaudible for his friends to hear through the microphone. He muted his mic once again, slapping your thigh and dragging his hand up, almost touching your heat until he pulled it away, grabbing your neck harshly and pushing your head onto his shoulder.
"Do you think I'm dumb? Hm? Don't you think I know what you're doing," He tutted out, "Should I unmute my mic? Tell them how needy my little slut is being? I can unmute it right now if you-"
Grabbing onto his thighs tightly, you whimpered and shook your head, gulping down the ball in your throat, starting to feel rather small compared to your boyfriend, subbing out. You didn't want to be humiliated in front of his friends - at least you think you don't.
He smirked at how quick you had turned into a mushy sub for him, just by him threatening to humiliate you, turning his microphone back on. "Sorry, sorry. Just had to deal with something, y'know."
The way his long, thick cock stretched you out fully, his tip hitting your cervix, throbbing against it, almost driving you insane. Key word; almost. But the fact he wasn't moving, barely showed you any kind of indication he will move soon, did drive you crazy.
"Kook... P-Please..." You practically breathed out, quieter than a whisper, looking back at him, your eyes tearing up from the lack of attention and your hand playing with his hair as your eyes moved from his eyes to his parted lips.
You silently thanked that his camera wasn't on, but you knew he would turn it on right now, just to humiliate you if he wanted.
"He's behind you moron! Oh my god, Jimin and Namjoon you're literally useless at this game!" He practically screamed out, eyes looking at every pixel on the screen as his fingers pushing buttons and moving the sticks like it was his first time, as you grinded slowly on his dick, wanting some kind of friction. Any kid of friction.
Whimpering, you bit down on your bottom lip as you continued to slowly, slowly grind on your boyfriend. Your mind thinking it might be better he turned his camera on, humiliating you. At least you'd get action.
You felt your slick drip onto his balls, your slick coating his skin, threatening to spill onto his expensive gaming chair.
He whispered out a 'fuck' throwing his head back for a brief second, feeling your juices coat him and your pussy clench around his dick, his breathing turned heavy. It didn't last long though, he snapped back into 'gamer mode' and acted as if nothing happened.
Whilst there was a small minute break in his game, he grabbed your thighs, squeezing them hard. You let out a gasp at the sudden attention, only to have his hand cover your mouth.
Moving the microphone away from his mouth, not turning it off, he whispered into your ear, "Keep it down, baby girl. You want me to fuck you whilst I play? Want my cock pounding your slutty pussy as my friends watch, huh?"
You shake your head, 'no', secretly wanting him to pound into you, no matter if his friends watch or not. It wouldn't be any different from when Jungkook sends videos to his friend group chat, videos of you sucking him off, him fingering you, him fucking you.
You loved attention. You couldn't get enough of all the attention from his friends, who were also your close friends, after Jungkook sending a video. All their comments praising you, boosting your ego. 'Fuck, she's a filthy girl', 'If you ever break up, the first thing I'm doing is fucking your girl, Kook'.
Jungkook loved showing off what's his. He loved sending them explicit content of you, knowing that no one else will ever get to finger you. No one will get to eat you out. No one else will get their dicked sucked by you. You're all his. Only his.
"Oh, who am I speaking to? Y/n, she's here with me." He cut you out of your thoughts. Thoughts that only made you hornier.
Jungkook placed his headset on your head, moving your hair out of the way as he turned his camera, you oblivious to his action.
You heard a 'oh' sound come from the boys. You heard a bunch of questions. 'How are you?' 'Where's Jungkook?' 'When should we next meet up all together?'. Slightly confused, you brushed any questions off your shoulder and said a faint 'hi'.
Jungkook nuzzled into your neck, wanting to smell you, wanting to get closer than you already were. "Don't be shy, baby. You know the boys, right? They sure as hell know you." He laughed out, your face blushing at his words as you remember the latest video you had sent to the group chat; you taking all your boyfriends dick down your throat until tears streamed down your cheeks, face turning red and gagging around his size.
The thought made you unintentionally clench around his dick, triggering Jungkook to groan out. "Shittt, fuck Y/n."
Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi halted mid-conversation, Taehyung and Jimin slightly giggling. You were suspicious but you didn't think much of it, they always had their weird moments and so you thought nothing of it.
You were oblivious to the light beaming next to the camera, indicating it was on and showing you sitting on Jungkook. Oblivious to the fact they could almost see Jungkook's dick inside of your cunt; your skirt covering it. Only just.
Without you realising, he looks at the camera, looking at the six of his friends, watching with wide eyes; clocking onto what's happening.
"Let's take this off, baby. You've been such a needy slut, haven't you, hm?" He sighed out, gently pulling the headset off your head, placing it on the table. What you didn't know is the reason he took the headphones is so that you wouldn't hear the boys speaking as they watched him pleasure you.
Thinking he had muted the microphone during the break in his game, you cried out a strained moan as he slithered his hand under your skirt, touching your sensitive clit. You head was thrown back onto his shoulder, your face turned towards his neck; the neck where you were giving him hickeys and soft kisses when you're normally sitting on his lap.
He quickened the movement of his fingers that were circling your clit, only causing you to non-stop moan, your slick to continue dripping onto his balls and now onto his chair. The sensation of it all caused your hips to start moving, trying to get friction as you felt you had been edged a hundred times.
He tutted loudly. "Uh-uh-uh. You're such a needy cockslut, huh? So fucking needy for my dick." He grabbed your hips, keeping an iron hard grip on them and he said nothing but promises and dirty things he would do to you.
"I bet you wanted me to fuck you in front of my friends, didn't you? You like the idea of them getting hard at you being a slut for daddy's dick, hm?" Without knowing, you nodded as soon as he finished the question, still trying to grind yourself onto him.
"Why's that, baby? Why would you like them watching you as I fuck your brains out?" He teased, smirking as his hands was tracing lines up and down your thighs soothingly, moving his chair backwards to have 'more room'.
You almost choked out your answer when his slender fingers came to your clitoris once again, adding more pressure than the last time, his circular motions speeding up. "To show them h-how well you treat - fuckk - how you treat me. How y-your cock fills me up so good. Fuck!"
Your walls clenched around your boyfriends dick, almost spasming around him like when he overstimulates you. You came as the speed was almost too much to take. Your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, your head was thrown against his shoulder, your legs were trembling, trying to close but unable to because Jungkook’s legs locked in between yours, spreading your ones out, making sure to give his friends a nice view. Making sure they know that he's the only one to make you like this.
"Hold your skirt up, baby. It's getting in the way" He uses the excuse, just so the boys could get a good look of him stretching you out.
Your body was still a little shook from your last orgasm, so you sat there for a moment, trying to gather any sort of 'oomph' left inside of you. When you finally had enough energy, you grabbed the skirt, holding it up high as your boyfriend started moving your hips for you, also thrusting his hips up, meeting your movements.
"So fucking tight. So tight, as if I didn't pound into your tight little pussy on the bed behind us yesterday." He groaned out into your ear, speeding up the pace for the both of you. The way your cum had coated his dick before, left it easy for him to thrust into you as you rode him. It always burned at first, as if his dick were so big it was ripping something inside of you; perhaps you would never truly get used to his size.
Moans, groans, squelching, panting and skin slapping was the only thing heard in the room. Your vison started blurring from so much pleasure, "T-Too much, Kook, fuck."
"You can take it, baby. I know you can. You were so desperate and needy - shit - for my cock. You can't say it's too much now, hm. Take it in like the good cumslut you are. Maybe after I finish my game for good, we can go properly onto the bed? Would you like that, baby?"
All you can do is moan out in approval. You were sure he literally fucked your brains out of you. The only words you knew were 'fuck', 'shit' 'Jungkook'. Nothing more, nothing less.
He sped up, trying to now reach his high. Although he was trying to reach his high, he always put you first; he always made sure that you finish first and enjoy it.
"Ju-Jungkook, I-I'm close, fuck!" You stuttered out, almost embarrassing how you stuttered so much. You couldn't help it though. His dick filled you up so much. Filled you until you could see the bulge in your lower stomach.
He brought his hand to your stomach as you were looking at it. Correction, you tried to look at it. Your head was thrown back and eyes were rolled at the back of your head from the overstimulation. You couldn't help what your body did anymore.
He looked up at the boys reactions as the tip of his dick poked at your skin with every thrust. Jimin was sighing heavily, his boner clear. Taehyung, Jin and Yoongi was palming their boners through their joggers. Hoseok and Jin watching, wide eyed and their boners on display. He chuckled at their reactions; still knowing he's the only one to put you in this state. The only one to pleasure you like this. The only one to hit your spots as good as he could.
Your hands were grabbing onto anything and everything. His thighs, your thighs, his arm, his desk, his hair, his neck as your knuckles were turning white grasping to grab something. The hand he had on your lower stomach, moved lower down to your cunt, his hand grazing over your clit before touching it again, only adding onto your pleasure.
His other hand slipped under your, basically see through, shirt. His hand played with your sensitive nipples, his cock thrusting in and out of you at a speed you couldn't even think about in your mind and his other hand rubbing your clit in circular motions, adding more and more pressure to bring you over the edge - and it did.
Jungkook's thrusts got rougher, harder, and faster, pounding into your dripping cunt, hitting all the right places, sending you into a hard, body-shaking orgasm. You swear you nearly blacked out when your vision went blurry. Seeing stars, your pussy coats his dick with your cum, going on his thighs, balls, and the seat under both of you.
He thrusts went even faster after you came, making you scream from the stimulation of having two orgasms and your boyfriend pounding into you so hard, most likely bruising your cervix, catching up to his high which finally hit, his breaths hard, short, and paced.
His comes undone, shooting his hot strings of cum, painting your walls inside as he still thrusts in and out, trying to lengthen the pleasure for the both of you as he pushes himself as deep as he could, one last time before stilling as his cum still shoots out.
"Fuck, that's it. Take it all, baby. Take all my fucking cum." He moaned out. His moans could make you cum again, but you weren't sure if you had any more in you; you hadn't came that much before. Ever.
Before he did anything else, he leaned forward, his hand coming to grab the computer mouse and moving the camera that showed you and him. All of you. He also made the boys screens bigger, you now piecing together they had just watched all of that.
Your cheeks had never been so red, you hid in your boyfriends neck, hoping you could disappear right then and there. Although you were so embarrassed that you just wanted to be swallowed by a hole in the floor, it started getting your turned on again, getting a glimpse of all of them; heavy breathing, boners, mouths open in shock and eyes glued open.
You would've got up and cleaned yourself but that was physically impossible. You tried standing up to walk away, pulling yourself slowing off his still-hard dick, not aware that your legs were jelly, you had sunk back down onto him as you never managed to get off him complete, moaning loudly, forgetting you have an audience.
"We all missed out on the game. The game all of us had been grinding for at least a month. We missed it all because you were being a needy slut for me, isn't that right?" Jungkook spoke out, cuddling you from behind as you were still sitting on his cock.
You nod shyly, being lifted off your boyfriends cock and being laid on the bed before he walked off into the bathroom.
Jungkook made sure to place you on the bed so the boys could still see your dripping cunt. So, they could see the creation your boyfriend had just made inside of you. You didn't have any energy to care. Jungkook didn't mind if his friends got off on the thoughts of you; he knew that he's the only one who would have you.
"Such a pretty slut. My pretty, pretty slut." He cooed at you.
Every time he complimented you, you felt as if you were some high school girl, getting butterflies even when her crush looks at her. He carefully cleaned you up, laying on bed for a few minutes, cuddling you and whispering the sweetest things into your ear, kissing your forehead before you drifted off to sleep.
Not wanting to wake you, he got up, tucking you into bed. He walked back to his computer, putting his headset on, one ear free of his headphone so he could hear you if you needed anything and to make sure he wasn't being loud enough to wake you up.
"Fucking hell, Kook." Taehyung was the first to speak out, hearing 'mhm's' and the others agreeing with his words. Jungkook had a mix of a sweet smile and devilish smirk plastered onto his face.
"Yes, she's my girl and my girl only. I'm glad you think she's as hot as I think she is." All the other boys looked shocked, not wanting to pass any boundaries, worried that Jungkook would think they want you to themselves.
Jungkook chuckled lightly and their responses of them defending themselves. "Well, you're saying one thing, but all of your boners are saying other shit. It's okay. Even if she's the hottest person in the world, no one has ever treated me like she does. That's why I love her." Within an instant of understanding that Jungkook doesn’t care, most of the boys had turned their cameras off and given excuses such as 'I'm going to the bathroom' or 'I'm getting something to eat' but Jungkook knew they were going to jerk off.
He sighed loudly. "Poor, single boys." He chuckled to himself and started playing a game, waiting for the others to come back.
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