The fact that these ppl are 30+ years old they know better this is sickening and I feel so bad for Jk he deserves sm better smh. These people have to be mentally unstable for them to be doing this especially the ones who already have past charges and continue to come back to his home and harass him. I hope he moves to a more secure and safe home even tho he literally shouldn’t have to.
warnings: multiple orgasms, pheromones, blood play, biting, binding, jealousy, gratuitous use of bodily fluids, use of venom that acts as an aphrodisiac
word count: 19,748
description: It’s Remembrance Day. The one day a year when the inhabitants of Earth live and party how humans of the Old World used to before the people of a distant planet came and changed their lives for the better. However, when a friend stumbles upon a game humans used to play a millennia ago called seven minutes in heaven, things get interesting—A particular alien has his eye on you, and the reasons go so much deeper than you could have ever imagined.
“You’re not very good at staying still, you know?” You chided, the pencil you were using to draw a general outline stilling on the canvas.
“Oh, don’t be mad at them. You know they can’t help it when you’re around,” Jungkook replied.
His eyes flitted to the left to look at his fringes without actually moving his body. He was laying flat on the floor, and they were splayed out around him in golden tendrils. Unruly tendrils that had been slowly creeping towards you with every passing minute since you’d decided you wanted to draw him.
You hadn’t planned on starting a project on him today. He had asked several times over the last few weeks, and he was always sad when you refused. You kept using the excuse that there was a lot of pressure in recreating someone’s likeness, but that wasn’t the actual reason. It was simply because you weren’t sure if you could possibly do him justice.
But today was different. When the sight of the beautiful alien you had been dating for the past few weeks laid down in front of you, waiting for you to finish, as he did almost every day, you couldn’t help yourself for once. Maybe because it was later than usual, the sun shining in directly through the window and refracting the gold of his fringes across the room like dancing jewels. Maybe it was because he had accidentally fallen asleep for a moment, his hands beneath his head as his mouth twitched at whatever he was dreaming of. Or maybe it was simply because you were completely enamored with him. Though, all of those things in combination was probably the actual truth.
When he woke up from his brief nap, you had already begun, telling him not to move. He grinned when he realized what was happening. And while his body remained perfectly stationary… his fringes had become restless.
You hummed. “And who controls them, again?”
His mouth curved into a smile. “You.”
You bit your bottom lip to stop the grin that wanted to spread across your face. “You are so…” You trailed off, because you really couldn’t describe what he was.
You had seen each other almost everyday since that night two weeks ago. You had walked together for hours that night after leaving, just talking and getting to know one another. You had discovered that he was actually incredibly sweet when he wasn’t saying every crass thing that passed through his head. Not that you minded that. Though, you were thankful he had tampered his vulgar words since then. It made it easier not to give into the desires that were brimming beneath your skin every time you saw him. You wanted him to do more than just gently touch or kiss you. You wanted to be beneath him, his venom slipping down your throat as his fingers curled into you. You wanted his head between—
“You know, It’s very hard to keep still when I can smell the sort of… thoughts that you’re having.” Jungkook smirked. “What’re you thinking about, darling?”
You blinked a couple of times, your mind returning to reality. You set the pencil down on the table next to you. There was nothing else that was going to get done today now that your thoughts were a mess of all the way you wanted him to touch you.
You stood up, walking towards where he laid on the floor. He didn’t move his body, but his fringes began to curl around your legs like snakes. You glanced down at them affectionately. You had come to adore the little things. How they tugged and prodded at you for attention.
When you met Jungkook’s eyes he was staring at you. He was breathing deeply through his nose, his essence slowly mapping its way across his skin. It was like a shining beacon that had you dropping to your knees on either side of his hips. His hands found the back of your thighs, but he didn’t pull you down on top of him.
Jungkook had not been as forward with you as he had in the start. Your conversation from that night after reuniting made him more cautious. He was trying not to rush you, to give you time to become comfortable with the idea of being with him. He had shown great patience. However, your patience was now wearing thin. Even with the thunder of nerves still echoing in the back of your mind, you didn’t want to wait anymore. You wanted him to show you how a Verdian could make you feel. How he could possibly enrapture you more than he already had.
You put your palms on the floor, resting them on either side of his head before leaning down to settle next to the shell of his pointed ear. “I would like to spend the night at your house tomorrow. If that’s okay.”
He sucked in a sharp breath beneath you, his face turning towards you. He looked at you for a moment, studying your expression that you hoped was insinuating what you meant by your proposal.
He gave you a small smile, his fingers rising to caress your jaw. “It doesn’t have to be like that. You could just spend the night, nothing else. I would be okay just having you in my bed, sleeping and getting your scent all over my sheets. Never know, might wake up and find me rolling around in them like a dog.” He laughed, but you had a feeling he wasn’t actually joking.
“I know you would, and I appreciate that. But… I’m also getting tired of waiting. I’m still nervous, don’t get me wrong, but being with you these past couple of weeks and getting to know you… I’ve decided that I trust you to know what you’re doing. That you won’t let it… hurt.” You felt your expression pinch at the last word, because even though you meant what you’d just said, the images of all the ways it could go wrong spiraled through your thoughts.
All humans had heard stories of what being with a Veridian was like, but most were more interested in the venom aspects of it. Just the intense feelings of euphoria that came from it. The actual act of having sex, at least for male Veridians being with female humans, caused a bit more pause. The size of them was… intimidating, to say the least. But from what you had heard over the years, most of the ones that wanted to experience it ended up loving it. That there was no comparison to it. However, there were exceptions. Some Verdians forgot themselves, not remembering that they could inflict pain easily on humans if they weren’t familiar or simply didn’t care. These thoughts were still spinning wildly when you felt Jungkook’s thumb brush across your cheek.
“Hey, look at me,” He whispered. Your gaze flicked towards him hesitantly. There was a soft look in his eyes. “I don’t like that you’re scared that I’ll hurt you, but I understand why you are. It’ll be a bit different than what you’re used to, but not in a bad way. I know what I’m doing. You won’t be in pain, not even for a second.”
His complete confidence made you curious. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Have you slept with a lot of human women?”
He bit at his bottom lip, seeming to mull the question over. “Is this that thing humans do when they ask a question even though they know the answer will annoy them?”
“No, you just seem very sure of not hurting me. I just wanted to know if you have a lot of experience with us.” You shrugged, but you did feel a hint of jealousy swirling inside of you and he hadn’t even answered yet. It looked like he noticed, because his expression said that he didn’t believe you. But after a moment he simply sighed and gave you your answer.
“Yes, I’ve had sex with many human women.” He paused. “And, uhm, they definitely weren’t in pain.”
The twinge in your chest was immediate. “Many? Wow, such a human Casanova.”
He clicked his tongue. “Hey, you said that wasn’t a trick question.”
He was right. You had been the one to ask, so you couldn't be mad at the response. It should make you feel better knowing he was experienced with your kind, but it just made you feel bitter.
“You’re right, you’re right. Thank you for telling me,” You said with a tight smile. You went to stand up, but before you could, Jungkook had one hand pressed to the center of your chest, guiding you onto the floor. You gasped when he flipped himself onto you to settle between your legs, his face hovering over yours with the intense glare of his essence shining down at you.
“Y/N, do you know what this is?” He asked, motioning to his glowing skin.
“Your essence?” You answered, a little breathless from the sudden change in position.
“My physical essence, yes.” He took the hand that wasn’t holding him up and began to trace the lines. “And what do you know about it?”
“It shows when you’re experiencing intense emotions or sensations.”
He nodded. “That’s part of it, but do you know why it happens?”
You squirmed a little beneath his gaze, suddenly embarrassed that you honestly didn’t know the answer to that question.
You shook your head. “I don’t. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.” He smiled down at you, his thumb smoothing out the concern between your brows. “I don’t expect you to know everything about how being a Veridian works. But we’ve spent the last few weeks getting to know each other like humans do, so now I think it’s my turn to teach you how getting to know each other works for Veridians.”
Jungkook had spent all this time becoming close to you in the ways that you were familiar with, and you had been incredibly grateful for that. It made you comfortable with him in a way that wasn’t as conceptual as it had been before. All those talks of compatibility and such. But he was right that it was his turn now. To show you his way.
“Okay, tell me. I wanna know everything,” You said.
He was immediately sitting up, pulling you off of the floor and onto his lap. Then he quickly started to tug his shirt over his head.
“What’re you doing?” You asked, confused at the sudden stripping.
“I’m showing you—” He paused as the fabric passed over his face. “—What you do to me as a Veridian, in a way that no one else can.”
He threw the shirt to a corner of the room. He was now naked from the waist up, the only thing still on his upper half was a thick necklace resting against his skin. Though, that wasn’t what you were focusing on. You had seen this sight before, the night you’d first met or the couple of times in the last few weeks when your makeout sessions had gotten a bit intense. It was his essence, not only on his face and neck, but traveling down his arms and etched onto his ribs in a golden river of lines. It was beautiful, the way they traversed his flesh in intricate patterns.
“What do you mean in a way no one else can?” You asked, interested about the way he worded it as if it was a definite fact. “I know you said we’re a good match, but there has to have been other Veridians or humans that you’ve felt the need to be close to.”
As much as you liked the idea of being special to him in some way. You weren’t dumb enough to believe it was exclusive to you. However, Jungkook clearly didn’t like you thinking that way.
“Perfect match. Not a good match—perfect.” He corrected you, an intense seriousness gleaming in his eyes.
“Perfect,” You repeated the word.
“Yes, and it’s very, very hard for us to find someone like that. We meet a lot of humans or Veridians that are close, but never actually perfect. There’s always something missing. Just a small part of us that isn’t drawn out by them. Which doesn’t stop us from finding someone that makes us happy, but it is always something that we crave. To have someone that can call to every part of us completely. My venom, my pheromones, my blood, my instincts—all of those things make up my essence. You just only get to see the part of it that shows up on my body. But it’s more than that. It’s everything that makes me me.” He grabbed both sides of your face, leaning in so that your foreheads were touching. You were breathing hard and fast, but he kept going. “You’ve never met a Veridian whose essence you’ve seen as much as mine, right?”
You shook your head against his. “No.”
Jungkook smiled where his lips were slightly touching yours. “That’s because you’re the only person I’ve ever met in my entire life that can control my essence like it was your own. I couldn’t stop it from showing even if I wanted to.” He paused, leaning back onto the floor with his bare body stretched out beneath you. You were still sitting on his lap as his beaming essence and fringes formed a vortex of gold around you. You stared down at him in awe as you shifted to straddle him. “This is yours as much as mine now… Terravina.”
That word… You had heard that word before, and you weren’t sure why, but hearing him call you by that mystery term had your heart fluttering. Like you could already tell it was something important to him.
You couldn’t stop yourself from immediately leaning down to crash your mouth against his. There was nothing sweet or romantic like the words he had just spun beneath you, but it was the only way you could express what he had just done to you. You twisted your fingers in each other's hair, desperately pulling each other closer—as if that were even possible. You tried to stifle your moan as his hand dropped between your legs, pressing and grinding it against you.
However, your brain had not turned to complete mush, so you were still aware of the fact that you were in a tiny room that anyone could walk into at any moment. There weren’t locks on these doors. Probably to prevent these very scenarios from playing out.
“Jungkook…”
“I know, I’m not gonna try anything. I just wanna… Fuck, I just wanna feel you for a second.”
He kissed you again, his tongue licking inside of your mouth. He kept palming you, the motion catching your clit with every movement. You had to press your mouth even harder into his to stop any noises from escaping.
“That’s not happening at my house tomorrow night, just so you know.” He took his other hand that wasn’t between your thighs and pinched your bottom lip. “I’m gonna hear everything. How you feel when I have my tongue on your cunt. When I’m fucking you and you realize how good it could’ve been this entire time. When you’re dripping down my dick because you just can’t stop coming around me. Fuck, you’re gonna be so messy. I’m gonna make you feel so good, I promise.”
You were actually throbbing between your legs, and this time you were not successful in holding back the aching moan. Jungkook seemed to delight in this, grinning so hard his canines gleamed at you.
“That’s it. Good girl, just like that,” He whispered.
He tried to kiss you again, but you were quickly scrambling off of his lap. You tried standing up but almost immediately fell. He was on you in a second, holding you in place as your legs steadied themselves.
“Let’s stop there for today. It’ll… ruin the suspense or whatever for tomorrow if we keep going.” You shrugged, trying to come up with any excuse not to let him take you right here on this floor covered in paint, charcoal, and who knew what else.
He chuckled, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pressing a gentle peck to your temple. “Okay, we’ll stop.”
You nodded, trying to shake the feelings of lust that had had your body literally trembling. You tried to turn your mind to anything else, and that was when you were reminded that there actually was something you wanted to ask him.
“What, uhm, what…” Your brain actually had turned into mush after all it seemed. “That word you called me just now. What was it? Terravina? I’ve heard it before.”
His brows furrowed. “Where?
“It was when I passed out in the room at Namjoon’s party. A voice was talking to me. They called me something, but I couldn’t remember what it was after I woke up. But when you said it just now… that was the word. I’m sure it was.”
Jungkook’s confusion turned into a soft smile. “I called you that. I didn’t realize you could hear me.”
“That was you?” You asked, surprised that he had been able to get through to that dark abyss you had been stuck in. “Well, what does it mean?”
Jungkook didn’t answer at first. He walked over to grab his shirt that he’d taken off earlier and pulled it over his head. Once it was back on he stopped in front of you, his hands cupping your face.
“It’s a rare word. It’s one we use on humans that we consider our perfect matches. It’s an affectionate term. One I would like to use on you sometimes. If you’re okay with that.”
There was a warmth that spread through your chest at the idea of that. Something that encompassed his feelings towards you as a human and him as a Veridian in one simple word.
You nodded. “Yes, I think I’d like that.”
“Good.” He kissed you, light and gentle. “Now let’s get you home.”
—————
When you walked through the door of your apartment you couldn't even make it to your room. You collapsed against the couch, restless. The ghost of Jungkook’s touch, the echo of his words, they had ingrained themselves into you. Your mind was spinning, replaying everything that had just happened, but one thing in particular had branded itself against your chest.
“Terravina…” You said the word slowly, letting the syllables roll around in your mouth.
It was a word you had never heard of. When he said it to you, it was like a click in your brain. That drifting sleep that you had succumbed to that night on Remembrance Day was suddenly clear.
Terravina. You’re okay. You’ll wake up soon.
That was what he had whispered to you when he thought you couldn’t hear him. Trying to soothe your unconscious with this term of affection that you hadn’t known the meaning of. You were suddenly curious about all the details of it. You knew what Jungkook had told you, but you were curious if there was something more to it.
You flicked your hand in the air, a holographic screen flickered before you. You searched the word. Many articles and explanations appeared. You clicked on one at random, not really sure what you were looking for. You skimmed until you came to a part that had you pausing.
The word Terravina was created to mimic the Veridian term Narina. A Veridian’s Narina is considered their perfect match. However, they are rare pairings, with most Veridians never finding that other half that they sought fervently for. However, when Veridian’s migrated to Earth, they found that there were humans that managed to fill that void. Ones that spoke to their essences just as completely as a Narina would. Thus, Terravina was coined.
You read the paragraph a couple times over. You felt a wave of anxiety suddenly rush over you. The implication of this description had your nails biting into your palms.
If you were his human match, that still meant that there could be a Veridian match out there somewhere. Here on Earth or in Veridia. He just hadn’t found them yet. They said it was rare, but that didn't mean it wasn’t possible. For him to have both a Terravina and a Narina that existed. The idea made you nervous. You were an inexperienced human after all. One that he hadn’t even had sex with yet because of your own fears. His Narina certainly wouldn’t be as hesitant as you. He would obviously prefer someone of his own kind, one that could handle every part of him. Not some human woman that was scared of certain aspects about him. And not even small aspects—important aspects. Sex was integral to a Veridian, you knew that much. It was a way of communication for them that was deeper than what humans conceived it as… And you hadn’t even been able to give him that yet.
Would you be able to satisfy him in that way? You knew you had a deep affect on him obviously, but could you actually fulfill his desires to their fullest? You honestly weren’t sure.
Something began to tickle at the back of your brain as you pondered that question. You bit your lip, your fingers hovering over the hologram hesitantly before you began typing something you never thought you would.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” You whispered to yourself.
As you entered the last letter, you held your breath before pressing enter. The images and videos that immediately flooded your line of sight sent a shockwave through your entire body.
“Oh, my god!” You slapped your hand over your mouth, eyes wide as you watched the results of exactly what you had typed just a moment ago.
Veridian human porn.
It was the most intensely erotic thing you had ever witnessed in your entire life. Your eyes focused on a specific video depicting a male Veridian and a female human, since that was the situation you had found yourself in. You clicked it with a shaky finger to enlarge it.
Everything was so… wet. The Veridian in the video so… big. His cock was so unbelievably thick and long, much more than any human man’s that you had ever seen. There were grooves every couple of inches that created a slight divot in the skin. The texture of it also looked different. There were two lines that looked like a pattern of scales starting from the base and going straight up and disappearing beneath in the middle before wrapping back around at the tip. You could tell it was just the pattern of the flesh and not actual scales—thank god—so it was simply an unusual texture that one would probably experience. But there was also the veins that adorned the sides of his shaft. They were pulsing with so much blood that it created bulging streaks across his length. You wondered what all of this would feel like inside of you. And just as you thought that, you watched as he lined himself up to the human woman.
You tensed up as he pushed himself inside of her—all of him. How the hell did he even fit? You expected a cry of pain, but that wasn’t what happened at all. Instead her face contorted into that of pure bliss. Her stomach started convulsing. Was she already coming? Just from that? Though, you couldn’t really talk. You hadn’t even been able to last a couple of seconds of Jungkook’s touch at Namjoon’s party before you finished.
Just as the woman in the video’s orgasm calmed, she was suddenly being yanked up by the Veridian’s dark blue fringes. She steadied herself on his shoulders, a satisfied smile on her face as he stared at her with an intense, hungry look in his eyes. His essence pulsed across his face for the first time the entire video. You found that odd. Jungkook’s essence flared randomly even during conversation, but always during intimate moments. Even simple kissing made him shine like molten gold. But this Veridian’s essence had remained dormant until this moment. The moment his fringe was wrapping around the human's neck and yanking it to his mouth. His fangs flashed suddenly, and you felt your heart jump in your chest. You knew what he was about to do. He was going to drink her blood. And the idea of that should be terrifying… But for some reason as he bared his teeth, an image of Jungkook flashed through your head. The idea of him sinking his teeth into you like this Veridian was about to do to this human woman made your stomach stir with arousal.
You were entranced, watching slack-jawed as the Veridian was about to bite down—
The front door swung open.
“Finally, I was waiting for you to get home—oh, my god, what the hell are you watching?!” Jimin yelled as you were already frantically fumbling with your Holographer to drop the video.
“Fucking knock, asshole!” You screamed as the video finally disappeared, your face burning as you grabbed a pillow to hide your face in embarrassment. “I didn’t give you access to my scanner just to barge in whenever you wanted!”
“Well, I didn’t know you’d be trying to get off right in the damn living room.” He laughed. “Wow, dating a Veridian has really changed you.”
You scowled, taking the pillow and chucking it at his face across the room. “I wasn’t trying to get off. I was… researching.”
Jimin scoffed. “What? Researching how to get fucked?”
You crossed your arms, bringing your knees up to rest on your chin. “Kind of… I asked to spend the night at his place tomorrow.”
Jimin’s face lit up with intrigue. “Oh, so it’s finally happening?”
You slid a palm down your face. “Yes—maybe—fuck, I don’t know.”
Jimin found the chair that was a few feet away from the couch, giving you distance after walking in on you at such a vulnerable moment.
“So did the porn hurt or help?” He asked.
You chewed at the tip of your thumbnail, shrugging. “Both.”
“What do you mean?”
You signed, tipping your head back against the couch. “It’s insane what they look like down there. I don’t know how it could possibly feel good, but I was still… intrigued. I don’t know. I’m so confused.”
Jimin was silent for a moment before responding. “Listen, I’m not going to pretend to know what you’re feeling. All I know is that, from what I’ve seen the last few weeks, the way Jungkook looks at you…” He trailed off. You lifted your head to look at him, waiting for him to finish. “I don’t think he’d be able to stand hurting you. Granted, I don’t know the guy that well. I could be totally wrong, and if that’s the case I’ll kill him myself—or get Namjoon to, because I’m not into whatever that human girl on the video was. I don’t wanna get strangled by some fringes.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension easing slightly. “I’ll remember that. But no, you’re right. I don’t think he would either.” Which was true. You didn’t think he would hurt you purposefully. And with his comment earlier about his experiences with many human women, you knew he at least knew what he was doing… But that wasn’t the only thing bothering you. “There’s also the detail that I’m worried it won’t be that satisfying for him.”
You decided not to tell him about the whole Terravina versus Narina debate that was still swirling in your head. You were still trying to wrap your mind around it, and the more you thought about it the more you realized that maybe this thing between you and Jungkook wasn’t going to work. Not if there was someone better for him out there somewhere. One that he could meet at any moment.
“I really don’t think that’s true, but again, I’m not going to pretend to actually know, so just go into tomorrow night being honest with him. Just let him know what you’re feeling, and I think he’ll understand.”
You nodded your head, a sudden resolve solidifying in your chest. One that made your heart feel like it was breaking. “Yeah, that’s what I’ll have to do.”
—————
You shouldn’t have been surprised by the size of Jungkook’s house. After all, he had told you that his and Namjoon’s parents worked at the same company back in Veridia. So you should’ve expected that he would have a similar living situation. However, when you put in the location coordinates he had given you into the transporter by your house, the technology’s familiar hum fading as your new surroundings came into focus, you were still shocked.
It was an imposing structure, three stories tall. It was black, almost gothic in its design, with the roof pointing in several places that gave it an even more grandiose feel. There were at least a dozen body length arched windows on the front of the house, some having balconies attached. And then there was the garden—though, forest seemed more accurate. From where you were standing it was at least a hundred feet to his door. There was a straight path that cut through a vast sea of plants, flowers, and trees to the giant front door. It was so thick you thought you would probably get lost if you stepped off the stone walkway.
You would love to paint this place, you thought to yourself for a moment. You weren’t sure how long you were lost in the intricacies of it before you finally regained your wits. Oh, right. You were supposed to be going to the door.
Your heart, that had been so at peace a moment ago taking in the sight of this gorgeous scenery, was now suddenly racing. Your breathing was short and fast. Your mind was racing with thoughts and concerns that you wanted to express tonight, but you suddenly felt paralyzed by the idea of actually doing it. It was as if you were going to stay locked in place forever, when the slam of something in the distance broke your stasis.
You looked in the direction of the noise, your pulse thundering even more erratically now. It was Jungkook. He was jogging down the path to the house, a look of concern etched on his face as he closed in on you.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, breathless as he grabbed your shoulders and began inspecting you from head to toe. “I could hear how fast your heart was beating all the way inside. And your scent…” He leaned in closer, one of his hands lifting to barely brush the shaking part of your lips. “You’re terrified.”
You grabbed his hand quickly, holding it in your own. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. That you were scared of him. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
“I’m not scared,” You said firmly. “There’s just some things I wanna talk about, and I’m nervous.”
His expression relaxed, but only slightly. “You know you don’t have to be nervous to tell me anything, right?”
“I know that.” You smiled at him. “But I can’t help it. It’s just how I am. I’m human. I can’t express my feelings and know what you’re thinking without saying them out loud.”
He nodded, a look of understanding on his face. “Okay, so tell me.”
You glanced away from him, your nerves rattling once again. “Uhm, can we go inside first.”
“Yeah, of course. Whatever you want.” Jungkook rounded you, pressing his hand to the small of your back to guide you forward.
The walk towards his house felt quick but long at the same time. Quick, because of the impending words that were playing in your mind, but long due to the suffocating silence. You wanted to look at him along the way, but you didn’t want to see the worry on his face that you knew was there. Instead you stared at the passing garden. The colors glided past you in hues of reds, yellows, and blues. They were shielded by the stout strength of the tall trees overhead. It calmed you as it had before. You felt your heart slow and your breath ease into a steady pace, and that feeling stayed as you finally approached the door. Jungkook opened the massive black door with ease, but didn’t rush you inside. He let your eyes wander for a little longer, until you were ready.
After a minute or so you released a heavy sigh, finally looking at him. He was staring down at you with a sweet smile, but you could see the worried creases hidden behind it. You didn’t want him to feel that way for longer than necessary, so you rushed inside.
You tried not to get distracted by the sprawling interior, since you didn’t want this tension to go on much longer. It was large, spiraling staircases that opened up to either side of the house. The dim lighting created an almost intimate atmosphere even in the large space. You tore your gaze away from all the details you wanted to revel in, finding the large sectional. You walked towards it, quickly sitting down with your hands wringing in your lap. Jungkook sat down as well, but with a couple of feet between you. You knew it was for your benefit. He could still clearly feel your nerves.
You let the silence linger for a moment, the conversation you wanted to have slowly forming on the back of your tongue. Eventually you took a long, deep breath and turned to him. As always he was waiting patiently, one arm slung along the back of the couch as he stared at you.
“I looked up the word Terravina yesterday, after I got home,” You blurted quickly, desperate to just start a dialogue.
He didn’t react much, just a slight nod of his head. “Okay. What did you learn about it that has you feeling like this?”
“Well, I read about the origin of it. How it comes from a Veridian word.” You paused, reluctant to say the term out loud for some reason. Maybe because you thought saying it would make you seem childish. Like you were jealous of someone who may or may not exist. But you couldn’t just let the idea of it eat you alive silently—not that he would even let you. “Uhm, sorry if I don’t pronounce it correctly, but they said it comes from the word Narina. What you call your… Veridian matches.”
You expected him to look at you with confusion. To not understand your point in bringing it up, but instead, his face morphed into that of realization. He moved closer to you, his knee brushing yours.
“Ah, I think I see where this is going,” He said.
“Y-you do?” You stuttered. But you were almost a little relieved at the fact that you wouldn’t have to speak your insecurities so plainly.
“You’re worried about the idea of me having a Narina out there that I haven’t met yet.”
You groaned in embarrassment, that relief you had felt moments ago fading in an instant. Hearing him speak of your concern over a hypothetical person was actually much more humiliating.
“I know it’s stupid—” You tried to say, but he cut you off.
“—It’s not stupid.” He placed his palm over your thigh, rubbing gently over your clothes. “It’s my fault. I should’ve explained it better to you yesterday. I’m sorry.”
You shrugged, trying to be casual when you felt anything but. “No, it’s fine. I guess the reason I’m so nervous is because I knew I had to come here and tell you that… that I don’t want to be a placeholder.” You averted your gaze immediately, not wanting to see any look of pity. In your periphery you saw his hand lift towards you, like he wanted to pull you back to him, but it dropped after a moment.
“Placeholder?” He repeated.
“Listen, I’ve loved us being together these past few weeks. I really did… But if there’s even a possibility of you meeting someone along the line that you’d obviously prefer… I just can’t risk it. It would hurt. I mean the idea of it happening today or tomorrow already somehow hurts. I couldn’t imagine how bad it’d be if it happened years down the line.”
You squeezed your eyes shut. This was just so frustrating. You met someone who was supposedly perfect for you, only for him to maybe have an even better option on the horizon.
You couldn’t keep sitting here like this. You had only just gotten here, but you really only came because you thought this was a conversation that should be had in person. You went to stand up, but you barely shifted forward, when you were suddenly being restrained against the couch. Your eyes went wide, golden strips lining your torso and legs.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jungkook said quickly as he forced them back beneath his shirt with such swiftness that you felt a breeze against your skin. “I panicked, so they… panicked.” His essence was showing now, but there was a red tinge of a blush across his face beneath the golden glow.
“No, it’s okay. I know this wasn’t what you were expecting to happen tonight. I know it feels sudden and out of nowhere after how great everything was yesterday. Trust me, I don’t want it to be like this—”
“Y/N, I didn’t wanna interrupt you before,” Jungkook started, cutting you off. “I wanted to let you say everything on your mind, but I can’t go another second of you thinking like this.”
“What do you mean?” You asked.
Jungkook’s hand grabbed yours tentatively, like he was nervous you were going to bolt, but you wouldn’t have been able to leave now. Not when your breath hitched at the look of absolute anguish staring back at you.
“I hate that you’ve been feeling this way since yesterday. That you think I see you as a fucking placeholder.” He said the word with complete disgust. “That isn’t true. I really need you to know that first before I say anything else.”
He stared at you, waiting for some sort of acknowledgment. Your mouth formed a firm line. You weren’t sure if you believed that, but you also didn’t consider Jungkook a liar, so after a moment, you nodded.
“Look, I know it’s confusing for you. Terravinas, Narinas, just being with a Veridian in general, it’s foreign to you. And I’ve tried being more laid back about this entire thing for your sake because you’re new to all of this, and I didn’t wanna scare you off by being too intense too fast. I know humans need more time when it comes to relationships for it to be considered serious, but that isn’t how it is for Veridians. If we want someone in that way, we know almost immediately. So I can’t pretend to be casual about this anymore when you’re trying to walk out of here thinking I could ever leave you for someone else.”
His words sounded so raw and honest, and you truly believed that he meant them. However, it didn’t change the fact that he had never met his Narina. He didn’t know how strong the pull would be. He didn’t know if his desire to be with them would overpower his desire for you.
“Jungkook, I know you don’t think you’re lying when you say that, but can you just sit back and think about it for a second? Like really picture it in your head. Meeting the Veridian who’s not just perfectly made for you, but would also completely understand you… Understand you better than I ever could. How can you honestly say you wouldn’t prefer that?”
Your chest felt hollow, like your blood was just raging inside of you with nothing to break up the turmoil. You didn’t want to say these things. You wished you could be ignorant of the inferiority you felt, but unfortunately you weren’t. It was just simply the cards you had been dealt.
The emotion was boiling over at this point, the sudden rush of tears building behind your eyes. You stood up immediately. No, you didn’t want to cry. You were the one ending this before it had really even started.
“I-l’m sorry. I’ve gotta go.” Your voice was broken, and even as you tried to fight it, tears began to fall. Your legs felt heavy as you started to walk away, but suddenly you were… off the ground? The floor disappeared beneath you. Gold bands wrapped around your stomach and thighs before you were pulled backwards and spun around. Jungkook was standing, his fringes wisping over the tops of his shoulders as they stretched to ensnare your body in place. You looked down at them with wide, curious eyes. They truly were as strong as you’d heard. They were lifting you with ease. You were still staring at them when he had them slowly guide you forward until you were just a foot away from him.
“That was actually me that time,” He whispered. He lifted his hands to your face, his thumbs wiping the tears you had forgotten about away. “Please don’t cry. I don’t ever wanna be the reason you cry.”
“It’s not your fault,” You replied. “I’m the one who decided this.”
He frowned. “But you’re deciding it based on something that isn’t true.”
“Jungkook—”
“No.” He interrupted. “It’s my turn to talk now.”
You steeled your expression, crossing your arms over your chest. You felt the bristle of his fringes react beneath your touch, but you forced yourself to remain stoic. You couldn’t let him convince you with sweet, hopeful words. “Fine. Talk.”
“Okay, let’s start with the fact that you still don’t seem to understand my feelings towards you. Even after yesterday, when I explained what you are to me, you still won’t let yourself believe it. And I get why you’re worried. I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to brush you off. I’ll talk to you about whatever issues you’re having with our relationship any time you want. But you can’t come in here and just decide for me. You can’t tell me that you know I’ll leave you for someone I’ve never even met.” He paused, shaking his head at you, a pained expression on his face. “You’re a human, and that’s okay. But you’re scared that because you’re a human, you think I couldn’t be completely happy with you. And I hate that you think that. You’re everything I have ever craved in another person. I don’t want anyone else—Not even my Narina.”
Jungkook’s hand began to caress your face. His fingertips traced your jawline and then twice across the bridge of your nose. “You don’t know it, but you have an essence just like me, but it’s one only I can feel and see. I wouldn’t ever give that up. Even if I met my Narina tomorrow, I would have to tell them how sorry I was that I couldn’t reciprocate their feelings. And you may think I’m just saying that because it hasn’t actually happened and I don’t know how I’ll actually feel until it does, but that isn’t how it works for us. Veridians are creatures that rely on our senses and instincts. One of those instincts is to care, protect, and satisfy the person that makes us feel like this—And you can’t divide its attention once we’ve found you. I search for you everywhere. In your scent, the pulse of your blood, the sound of your voice… You have invaded my body. It would want me to reject anyone else. It would even reject my Narina, because it already belongs to you. It’s chosen—I’ve chosen.”
At some point you had stopped breathing, each word constricting your airway as they embedded themselves beneath your skin. You stared at him with parted lips, still trying to grasp everything he had just confessed to you. You had prepared yourself to walk out of here with a heavy heart and regret, but now, all you felt was an ever building sense of relief.
You knew that these could just be pretty sentiments that he was placating you with. That there was a possibility that what he was saying wasn’t actually the truth. But looking at him now, his essence blazing, his face that of complete conviction… You just couldn’t help but believe him.
After a moment of silence you felt yourself being lowered until your feet hit the floor. His fringes untangled themselves from around your body and drifted back behind him. You felt their loss in an instant. You wanted them to come back, to feel them wrapped around you again.
“But with all that being said,” Jungkook started, ripping you from the cozy thoughts of his fringe’s touch. “You can leave now, if that's still what you want.”
You blinked, his words not fully registering. Leave? After he had just said all that? But when you noticed the sadness glimmering in his eyes, the firmness of his jaw, you realized why he said it. He had chosen, but you had not. It was your decision, and he would let you make it now that you had all of the facts. Regardless of whether or not it would hurt him.
You didn’t want him to have that expression for a second longer. You stumbled forward, grabbing either side of his head, your thumbs caressing the shells of his ears that were peeking through his hair. You could physically feel how hard his heart was pounding through his skin. His mouth stayed in a firm, straight line, like he was still anticipating you leaving.
“I’m sorry I upset you,” You whispered.
“No, I needed to hear what you were thinking.” He paused, biting at his lips. “Are you… still thinking that way.”
Maybe you were being naive. You had been burned in the past. But with the way he was looking at you right now, so hopeful yet so scared, there wasn’t any world where you could leave. You didn’t want to.
You rushed forward, your lips finding his. You felt the deep sigh of relief rush through his nose at the contact. You deepened the kiss, pushing him until he was falling back against the couch. You climbed on top of his lap, your hands sliding down to his neck. Eventually you forced yourself to pull away, just enough so he could see your entire face.
“I’m thinking that I trust what you told me just now.” You pressed your thumbs along the bottom of his jaw. “So, please, don’t be a liar. Please.”
“I’m not lying.” He cupped the side of your face. “I will take you to Namjoon right now and say everything again in front of him. He’d tell you if I was.”
You tilted your head in confusion. “Veridians can tell when they’re lying to each other?”
“We can tell when anyone is lying.” He smirked. “So for future reference, if you ever tell me everything is fine when it’s not, I’ll know that you’re just not ready to talk about it yet.”
“Uhm, good to know.” You laughed nervously, but you felt a slight twinge in your chest, that complex of inferiority flaring back to life slightly. “I wish I could be a Veridian, in some ways. To know how you feel. To be able to…” The video you watched the night before suddenly flashed through your head. “Satisfy you.”
His brows furrowed. “Satisfy me?”
You sat back completely, resting on his thighs. You glanced around awkwardly. “I may have, uhm, looked up something else last night.”
“What was it?” He asked.
You replayed it in your head. The Veridian. The woman. His cock, his teeth, her neck about to be bitten. It wasn’t necessarily the people in the video that interested you. It was imagining Jungkook doing those things to you instead. You felt a rush of arousal, the same one you felt when watching it.
Jungkook inhaled deeply, his eyes widening. You tensed on top of him knowing that there was nothing you could do to hide what he just sensed from you.
“Don’t say it!” You yelled, covering your eyes. “I already know you can tell what it was.”
“Okay.” He grabbed your hand, forcing it down before reaching back up for your face. He twisted it until you were forced to look at him. “And what did you see that made you think you would ever need to be a Veridian to satisfy me.”
You sighed. “It wasn’t what you think. It wasn’t between two Veridians. It was between a Veridian and a woman. She was enjoying herself very much from what I could tell.”
“So what was the problem you had with it? Were they having sex in a way that you didn’t like? Or did he do something to her that you didn’t think you’d want done to you? Something that you think I would want to do?”
You shook your head. “No, I didn’t see anything like that. I really didn’t get a chance to watch much of it… Jimin walked in on me.”
Jungkook laughed. “I’m sure that was a sight.”
You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t naked. I wasn’t watching it to get off or anything. I was just curious, and I… I liked what I saw. Well, I liked the idea of you doing it anyway.”
He gave you a small smile. “You don’t have to worry about things like this, you know? I didn’t even plan on that happening tonight even though we talked about it yesterday. I was prepared to just make you dinner and watch a movie, sleep in the same bed. I wasn’t gonna hold you to it if you changed your mind.”
You groaned. “That’s the problem. If I was a Veridian, this wouldn’t even be a big deal. It would be easier for you.”
“Fuck, easier.” He leaned forward, his forehead touching yours as he grabbed the back of your neck. “I want you. I don’t care about anything else. We’ll figure it out as we go. It doesn’t matter to me how long it takes.”
Your lips tipped upwards before gently slanting them against Jungkook’s. It was a soft kiss. Nothing ravenous or hungry, just something to show how appreciative you were of his patience. However, even with all your talk of insecurities and inadequacies tonight, you still wanted him desperately. You had almost ended things tonight, and you wanted to be as close to him as possible to soothe that hollow feeling that had begun to pit itself inside of you when you thought you were going to have to go through with it.
“I don’t want to just sleep in your bed tonight.” You said against his mouth.
His eyes searched yours, maybe looking to see if you were lying, but you truly weren’t, so he came up empty. “Are you sure? We really don’t have to yet.”
“I want to.” You grasped the front of his shirt, yanking it.
His essence had been blaring this entire time, but it suddenly seemed to somehow ignite even brighter than before. His hands slid beneath your thighs as he picked you up, his fringes wrapping around you to hold you close to his body.
“Okay, let me make you dinner first. Let’s relax from all the heavy talk.”
You shook your head, looping your arms around his neck. “I’m not hungry.”
It seemed he was done trying to argue against something that he also wanted, because he suddenly squeezed you tighter against him, his eyes never leaving your as he began walking. The two of you kept looking at each other, just like that. Your surroundings passed in a blur. The only indication that you were going up the stairs being the jostle of your body with each step. Eventually he stopped, one hand dropping from your back to twist the handle to his room. It was only when he stepped past the threshold that you allowed yourself to look.
You weren’t surprised at the size of it. It was bigger than your entire apartment. The walls were black, just like the rest of the house, with a large four-poster bed sitting against the wall in the center of the room. You were still looking at all the furniture and accented lights that filled the space when he sat you down on the end of the bed, his fringes releasing you to dance behind his back. You watched as he slowly dropped to his knees on the floor, his hands rubbing along your thighs as he stared up at you.
“You’ll tell me if something’s happening that you don’t like, right? I’d sense it anyways, but I want you to know that you can just tell me too. Don’t pretend to be fine with something you’re not into, okay?”
You honestly couldn’t imagine anything that you wouldn’t want from him. However, you were also aware that this was all new to you. That maybe there was something that he could do that you hadn’t even pictured as a possibility. Something you were unprepared for.
In the end, you simply nodded. “I’ll tell you. I promise.”
“Good.” He bent his head forward, placing a light kiss on one of your knees. You watched his eyes wander up your thighs and stop at the space between your legs. He inhaled deeply, and you saw how he physically shuttered. Your breath hitched as his hands started to slowly spread your legs apart. “You said that you saw something last night that you liked the idea of me doing to you.” He leaned his head down, his nose dragging along the clothing covering your lower half. “What was it? What got you this wet just from thinking about it?”
You licked your lips, your heart thundering in your chest. But still, you didn’t look away from him. The only way this was going to work was if you were honest with him. Not that you even had the option not to be.
“He… He had one of his fringes around her neck, and he was about to,” You paused, you really couldn’t believe you were about to admit that you liked this. “He was about to drink her blood.”
Jungkook’s hands stilled, his eyes going wide as his mouth parted seemingly out of instinct. His tongue curled around one of his canines as if it thought your blood was already waiting there for it.
“Fuck, I did not think you were gonna say that,” He murmured, shaking his head like he was trying to get himself out of a daze.
You felt self-conscious now. Should you not want that? Was that something humans only enjoyed in manufactured porn and not in real life. You knew Veridians did actually like it, but maybe it wasn’t as pleasurable to humans as they say. You tried closing your legs back together, but Jungkook stopped you, holding them in place.
“Is that… bad to want?” You asked, fidgeting beneath his grip.
“No, no, no, it’s not bad at all.” He said quickly. “I always want you to be able to tell me what you want. It’s just…” He trailed off.
“Don’t you… like drinking blood when you’re having sex?” You asked.
He stared at you for a moment before his gaze dropped to the floor. “Yes.”
You narrowed your eyes down at him. “Why’re you acting ashamed about it? Everyone knows that about Veridians. It’s not a secret.”
He sighed. “I’m not ashamed of it, but it’s something that, when it’s actually about to happen, can make us look a bit terrifying.” He reached out and grabbed one of your hands, gliding his thumb over the back of it. “I just don’t want to scare you.”
You could understand what he was saying. Sharp teeth coming at your neck wasn’t exactly the most calming picture, but the idea of Jungkook being behind them made it seem better.
“I don’t think I could ever find you scary, but you’re obviously more experienced with how humans react to you… in bed.” You said the last part begrudgingly.
Jungkook chuckled, abruptly pulling you to the edge of the bed, his face just inches from your heat. Your pants were a thin material, not much of a barrier at all.
“Are you still jealous about that?” He asked.
“I’m not jealous.” You shrugged.
He tsked at you. “You can’t lie to me, remember?”
You smacked your lips. “It’s not like you’d wanna hear about the guys I’ve slept with either—”
The words disappeared as your back suddenly hit the softness of the mattress beneath you, your body being dragged further up to the headboard. You glanced down to find Jungkook standing now, his fringes pinning you in place like golden ropes.
There was a devious smirk on his face as he placed one knee on the end of the bed. Your chest started rising faster as he began to prowl towards you, like a predator approaching the prey he had just ensnared.
He was hovering completely over you now. His hands caged you in as he placed them on either side of your head. He smiled down at you, his fangs glinting in the dim lighting of the room. The sight of them so close to you made your jaw tremble in anticipation as another wave of arousal curled in your lower stomach.
“Fuck, baby, you really do like them, don’t you?” He said, voice low as his head dipped lower until you felt the graze of them along your shaking lips.
You nodded in short, jerky movements.
“That’s why I don’t care about the human men you’ve been with. I know they can’t make you feel how I can. They don’t have the venom that you basically begged me for the first night we met. They can’t tell what you want without you having to say it. They can’t get you wet just from the sight of their fucking teeth.” He bit down lightly on your bottom lip, not enough to break the skin, but you still whimpered from the pressure. He groaned at the noise, releasing your mouth to stare down at you, his eyes softening suddenly. “The only thing that bothers me is that you had to deal with them at all before I found you.”
He was right. There wasn’t any comparison. The thoughts of all the things he could make you feel started to tumble through your head in quick flashes.
You knew he wanted to be careful with you after all of your hesitance about sleeping with him all this time. But the second you asked him to bring you up here, was the moment you decided you wanted him completely. No more waiting. No more easing you into this. You wanted everything that he could give to you.
You propped yourself up in your elbows, his fringes slackening to let you move more freely. You reached one hand up, your thumb tracing the edge of one of his long canines. “Then don’t hold back with me. Show me what you can do for me that they can’t.”
You pressed the pad of your finger into the point, just a light prick of pain, but it made a small drop of blood bead to the surface. He couldn’t see it, but you knew he could smell it by the way his fringes began to vibrate around you. His mouth dropped open completely, his tongue just hovering in place. His eyes flitted downwards and then back to you. He lifted one of his brows, tilting his head, and it dawned on you what he was trying to say. He was going to make you do it. He was going to make you be the one to decide if this was how you wanted this night to go. One filled with venom, blood, and things you probably couldn’t even imagine.
There was no hesitation as you pressed your thumb to the center of his tongue. “Show me what it means to be your Terravina.”
The sound was instant, your ears flooding with the familiar echo that had your heart pounding—The all-encompassing song of his call. You stared at him in amazement, your lips parting in wonder as you watched what was happening in front of you.
When Jungkook used his call before it had been controlled, focused, and restrained. He had been careful in how he appeared to you. Afraid that you would find him scary in his natural state. But now, after your actions of encouraging him to be his true self, he was no longer hiding from you.
This time he was letting you see everything.
His eyes were hooded, jaw trembling as the clicking-rattle continued to invade the space between you. Your thumb was still pressed to his tongue, and you watched as strings of liquid began to pour from the roof of his mouth in thick rivulets. You gasped as it started to run across your skin. The sweet taste of his venom you had gotten on the first night you met was so strong that you could already smell it in the air between you. The scent was so intoxicating you felt yourself inching forward before you could stop yourself. Your thumb finally slipped from his mouth, leaving a red trail down the center of his tongue from your cut.
“Last chance, darling. Are you sure you want me like this?” His voice was raw as he smiled down at you like a wild animal, venom overflowing and dribbling past his lips and down his chin.
You were staring at him in absolute awe, too distracted to even bother giving the very obvious answer to his question. You grabbed his face, looking at every inch of how his features twisted in pleasure. Your hands tingled from where they touched his venom. You wanted to know what it would feel like everywhere else on your body.
“You look so…” You were already breathless and nothing had even happened yet.
“Finish that. Tell me how I look right now.” He paused, licking his lips. “Do I look terrifying? With venom dripping out of my mouth like a rabid dog just from a drop of your blood?”
You pushed at his chest, forcing him to sit back so that you could climb on top of his lap. You stared at his face, shaking your head. Your fingers smeared the venom along his chin, only for more to keep falling past the corners of this mouth. The honeyed scent was beckoning you, and you couldn’t wait any longer.
You grabbed his hair, pulling it hard. “You look so fucking hot,” You said through clenched teeth before crashing your lips onto his.
He growled as he grabbed the back of your neck, forcing you to kiss him deeper. His tongue tangled with yours as he pushed his venom down your throat in waves. You groaned at the warmth, at the taste. God, you were obsessed with it. Obsessed with him. You probably would’ve kept drinking it and drinking it if he didn’t force you back. You whined as he cradled your head in his hands, stopping your helpless attempts to lurch at his mouth to taste more of him.
“Look at you. Just can’t get enough of it, can you?” He whispered.
You nodded, opening your mouth to speak. But just as the words were about to form, the effects suddenly consumed you.
Your eyes widened, fingernails digging into your palms, teeth chattering, legs shaking, stomach clenching. There was no question of what was happening. You were about to come—untouched.
“I’m g-gonna—fu-fu-fuck!” You screamed, curling into yourself. It felt good for a moment, but it was strange to not have any sensations carrying you through the aftermath. You were still panting, trying to regain your breath when your face was being grabbed, forcing you back upright.
Jungkook was looking at you with complete and utter shock. “Did you just—”
“—Yes, I fucking did,” You said through clenched teeth. Even through the lust you were becoming unbearably frustrated by his lack of touching. All this staring at each other and talking. “So do something about it already. It feels… It feels…” You couldn’t even find the words to describe how it felt. You just needed something.
You were suddenly flat on your back, your pants and underwear stripped away, leaving you your lower half bare in an instant. You hissed, the cold air hitting the arousal that was gushing down your thighs. You tried closing your legs for warmth, but Jungkook’s fringes wrapped around them, forcing them to stay open.
You went to scowl at him, but the expression drained from your face as you watched him grab the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Golden swaths glimmered down his entire body. Your eyes tracing every defined muscle.
He leaned forward, propping himself on his elbows as he settled between your legs. “As much as I love that you can come just from my venom, I hate that you feel so unsatisfied that I wasn’t touching you when it happened.”
Unsatisfied. That was exactly how you felt. He was able to describe your emotions when you yourself couldn’t. Just as he’d said earlier, he truly knew exactly what you were feeling without you having to say it out loud.
And while you enjoyed the sentiment of it, you were currently in desperate need of him to do anything in order to fix this ache inside of you. You quickly sat up, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and ripping it off your body. He watched with parted lips as you reached behind your back to unclip your bra, pulling the straps down your arms.
He was about to reach for one of your breasts, but you smacked his hand away. He shot you a surprised look.
“Apologize first.” You pressed your palm to the back of his head, fingers twisting into the tufts of hair as you urged him further down. “For making me feel so unsatisfied without you.”
You watched as his eyes devoured the space between your legs. You could still feel yourself dripping as the venom continued to pound beneath your skin. He inhaled deeply, and you watched the way he shuddered, his fringes tightening their hold on you.
“I’m so sorry,” He rasped just before his head dipped down, his long tongue lapping at your heat.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” You repeated, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you collapsed back onto the pillows.
You threw your legs on top of his shoulders, your hands still pulling at his hair as you began to grind into his mouth. He groaned, raking his nails up your thighs as he drank the arousal pouring out of you. You watched his head slowly bob between your legs with each stroke of his tongue. He started to suck at your clit, releasing it with a wet pop before doing it again and again. You pried your eyes open to find his red, glistening lips grinning wildly like he was drunk, his lengthened tongue hanging halfway out of his mouth.
“I’ve thought about eating you out again every single fucking day since the night we met. Just picturing you coming all over my face, your pussy dripping down my throat. Fuck, I…” He trailed off, suddenly sitting back on his knees.
You didn’t even have the chance to whine at the idea of him stopping before fringes abruptly started wrapping around your arms and stomach, the ones on your legs staying in place—and then you were floating.
“What the hell?!” You exclaimed, slightly panicked as you were lifted into the air by his fringes. You maybe would’ve taken the chance to marvel again at how strong they were if it weren’t for the anxiety of being dropped.
You drifted higher until your legs were being pulled back over his shoulders in midair. You looked down, Jungkook’s eyes hungry as he stared up at you. “I want more.”
The rattle of his call sent a shiver up your spine. You watched the venom start to fill his mouth again. There was no hesitation as he grabbed your hips, pressing his lips against you, his tongue covering you in that toe-curling aphrodisiac.
The sound you made was inhuman and strangled. You convulsed as it began to tingle, like every nerve ending was on fire in the best of ways. He tipped his head back, letting you ride his face as he kept you suspended in the air. You didn’t have a chance to think about the insanity of this position when your stomach began to tense. It seemed Jungkook felt what was about to happen, his hands immediately grabbing your ass, holding you in place as your release hit.
You couldn’t even make any noise, lungs paralyzed, body shaking as you stared up at the ceiling through watery eyes, completely slack-jawed. He was still lapping at you with his tongue, and normally you would’ve felt overstimulated after having an orgasm, but you didn’t feel irritated in the slightest. Instead, you glanced down at him, and the sight before you was what finally broke your silence.
“Oh, my g-god,” You stuttered.
You could suddenly feel it. The sticky, steady stream of arousal seeping out of you. Except it wasn’t going anywhere, because Jungkook was drinking it. His mouth was attached to your center, and you watched his throat contract as he swallowed over and over again, his head tilting from side to side as he consumed every drop.
His eyes opened slowly, and he stared up at you. You couldn’t see it but you could tell his lips were curving into a smirk beneath you. He pulled away slightly, wetness was still pouring out of you. You watched it slide down his chest and abs, some dribbling onto the bed. You were distracted by the intense visual of it when you felt his fringes suddenly lift you higher into the air.
“What’re you—” Your question was stolen as Jungkook tilted his head forward, the stream of your arousal suddenly cascading into his hair and down the back of his neck. He ran his fingers through the dampened strands and rubbed them across his face. He let out a satisfied hiss as he breathed in your scent. Then he leaned in even more, allowing it to run down his back. It was hitting between his shoulder blades, exactly where his fringes sprouted from his skin. You felt them tremble around your limbs.
You simply watched him from above, completely speechless as you watched him cover himself in your arousal. It should’ve been too much, it should’ve been repulsive, but that wasn’t what you were feeling at all. Instead, it was an odd sense of pride that you could be desired this intensely, this messily, this insatiably. Just the concept of being wanted like that had the venom inside of you bubbling to the surface again. You began to whimper as another release built up inside of you, but just as you made the noise, you felt Jungkook’s fingers rubbing along your clit before they slipped inside of you. You squeezed around him with a soft hum… but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was raging inside of you, that you needed something more that wasn’t being given to you.
Jungkook glanced up at you, his other hand rubbing circles along your hip as he continued pumping in and out of you. “It makes you feel good, doesn’t it? Seeing how much I need you.”
You didn’t even try to deny it. “I like it a lot.” You panted, shaking your head. “More than a lot… I love it.”
“Keep watching then.” He grinned up at you, giving you a knowing look. “And let me show you why you feel like you’re missing something.”
He sat back, laying flat against the bed, his fringes lowering you a couple of feet but still keeping you in the air. You were hovering right above him. Your arousal was now a drizzle, not the incessant stream from before, but still more than natural. It was pooling on his lower stomach, and couldn’t help the way your breath hitched as Jungkook’s hands started to unbuckle his belt. He was moving slowly, pulling the leather material out before undoing the button of his pants.
“Remember what I told you that night at Namjoon’s party?” Jungkook asked, breaking you from your trance. “How if I gave you more of my venom you would want more than just my fingers or tongue. How it wouldn’t be enough for you.”
You didn’t have to recall the conversation, because you had thought about it often. You had wanted him to use his call on you for weeks, but held off on asking because you hadn’t been ready to have sex with him. And while, yes, the idea of it was still nerve-wracking, you were finally ready. More than ready.
You nodded. “Yes, I remember.”
He lifted his hips off the bed, pulling the jeans down his thighs. Your eyes bugged out of your head, the compression shorts he was wearing underneath had hidden the bulging appendage. He had gotten into the habit of wearing them the last few weeks since the two of you were in public so often.
You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. It was one thing to see it on a video, but something else entirely to see it right in front of you. It was massive in length and girth, and you could see see all of the various textures through the material. Your mind started conjuring sensations of what they would feel like inside of you.
“I wanna see it,” You whispered, no hesitation.
You could feel him staring at you, like he wanted to catch every expression you made in response to him. He hooked his thumbs beneath the band and then pulled them down, finally showing himself to you.
Your lips parted, struggling to breathe as it smacked against the top of his abs. Your hand went to your stomach out of instinct, trying to picture how deep that was supposed to go. It was also just so thick, already beading with precum that flowed from the head and down that scaly pattern that wrapped around his length. Unlike the Veridian from yesterday, whose essence had not been showing at first, you now saw just how far the physical manifestation of their inner being went. Those two lines of scales were golden and bright as they wrapped around him.
There was also those pulsing ridges that you thought were just random, sporadic veins across the skin, but as you looked closer you realized that they weren’t random at all. Each side of his cock was perfectly mirrored. The veins bulged at the base before flattening and cresting every couple of inches to create a ribbed effect on the sides. You tilted your head, imagining it inside of you. Every edge, every thrust, every—
Your legs started to shake, toes-curling as the image sent a punch straight to your gut. You looked down to find the arousal that had slowed now dripping as fast as it had before. You told yourself you should feel embarrassed, but the venom didn’t allow for that. It burned away all reservations and left only your true, unbridled desires. Which was why when Jungkook shifted his hips so that you were pouring directly onto his cock, you began to squirm like a caged animal in the grips of his fringes. You watched as he grabbed his dick, hissing and baring his neck as he began to stroke himself using your wetness.
“Jungkook…” You whined, trying to fidget and kick your way down to him.
“What is it?” Jungkook smiled at you. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
You scowled at him. “You already know what’s wrong.”
“You’re right, but I wanna hear you say it.” He sighed, biting his bottom lip and pumping himself faster. “Tell me what you want.”
You watched with furrowed brows and panted breaths as cum dribbled down his hand, mixing with your own across his length. You were starting to sweat with anticipation, you couldn’t wait anymore.
“I want you to let me down from here.” You reached out, extending your hand as far as you could, but you were still inches away from his face. “Show me what an idiot I am for waiting so long. Show me that it was nothing to be scared of because you’re gonna make me feel so good. Goddammit, please, please, just—” Your voice had started getting a bit hysterical towards the end, maybe that was why you were pulled down mid-sentence, his hand pressing to your chest to guide you down until your head was hitting the pillows.
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” He whispered over and over again across your lips as he pushed some unruly strands of hair from your face.
“I know.” You nodded shakily, trying to calm down from getting so worked up a moment ago.
Jungkook leaned back, pushing your legs apart. Your eyes flitted down to the space between you, his cock dripping onto the bed as it hovered right in front of you. Your hips started moving on their own, needing to be touched by something that could fill that void that had not yet been satisfied.
He quickly grabbed the base of his dick and immediately slid it up your heat. You gasped, every crested ridge and scale shaped divot of skin dragging across your clit. You gripped the covers, staring at him in awe as he pressed his cock down by his palm, thrusting it back and forth with the perfect amount of pressure.
“That feels really g-good,” You stammered, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“It’ll feel even better when I’m fucking your perfect pussy with it.” He grabbed your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “That’s what you want, right, baby? You got all upset because you wanna know what it feels like to be stretched open and fucked deep by someone like me, while you come so hard you won’t even be able to think straight.”
You were nodding shamelessly, grinding along his length to show that you really meant it, legs shaking more and more with every movement. His chest was rising and falling faster now, mouth hanging open and licking his fangs, watching the way you coated him with your slick.
“Come here,” He murmured, taking you by the waist and sliding you off the pillows until you were flat on the bed.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. Your breath hitched as he guided himself lower until he was pressing at your entrance. All that confidence from a moment ago faltered slightly. He was just so big. Even with how wet you were, just the sheer size of it didn’t feel like something that was possible to take without pain.
“It won’t hurt,” Jungkook whispered, cupping your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek tenderly. “It’ll feel so good, I promise. But if you changed your mind, that’s okay. Just tell me. I know I told you before that if you had enough of my venom in your system that it would hurt if we didn’t have sex, but I can make it so that it’s only a little uncomfortable. I can keep touching you and eating you out. I won’t let it get bad. Either way, just let me take care of you.”
You were overwhelmed by the pure conviction in his eyes, like all he wanted was for you to be okay in this moment. And you knew that he would accept whatever your decision was without showing you annoyance or disappointment. You placed your hands on either side of his head, caressing the jewelry along the pointed tips of his ears.
“I trust you,” You said, tilting your head to kiss him as you pressed yourself against his cock.
He sighed into your mouth, his hands sliding down your ribs and settling on your hips. He gave you a reassuring squeeze before you felt him begin to push inside of you.
There wasn't any resistance, and the immediate stretch earned a loud gasp. You reared your head back, breaking the kiss as you arched off of the bed. It didn’t hurt, not at all. It felt like that missing piece from tonight was finally being given to you.
“Oh, my god,” You whimpered, pulsing around the tip.
“Feel good?” He asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“Mhm,” You hummed, trying to calm your breathing.
He gave you a soft smile before dipping his head down to your ear. “And what about now?” He asked as he went deeper, the first sensation of those textured ridges and scales along his length splintering your mind.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fu—” There wasn’t even a build up as you came around him. Just a lightning strike to your core that had you convulsing around him.
He hissed as he lifted his face back in front of yours. “Yes, that’s all I want. To keep making you feel just like that again, and again, and again.” He pressed his lips to yours, sinking in a couple of more inches. And Jungkook’s words were not empty, another release already hitting you while you were still reeling from the one just a moment before.
“H-how the fuck are you d-doing that?” You panted, your entire body shaking, nails raking at the bed.
“I told you before. You call out to everything inside of me.” He gently rubbed his hand along your chest. “But it's like that for you too. You’re human, but I call out to you just the same.” He kissed you just for a brief moment. “We’re perfect.”
Your lips rushed back onto his, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him as close as possible. You licked into his mouth, moaning as his words shrouded you in this cocoon of bliss. It was intense as you devoured each other, tongues clashing as his teeth nipped at you between each breath.
You were lost in that feeling when he shifted his hips deeper, and suddenly—you froze. It wasn’t painful, but it felt so… full? You weren’t sure. He was only halfway, and his girth was stretching you so wide, but it already felt like there wasn’t any possible way you could take more.
“Talk to me, baby,” Jungkook said, pulling you from your thoughts.
“It doesn’t hurt,” You replied, your breathing a little erratic. “It just feels… It feels like I can’t relax now. Like it’s gonna be too much.” You slapped your palms over your eyes, frustrated that this was happening. He was making you feel so good, and now you were having this mental block stopping you. Jungkook pulled your hands away, but you turned your face to the side, a sliver of embarrassment coursing through you.
“Hey, look at me,” He said, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to stare up at him. “It’s okay.”
“I know, but it’s annoying. It feels good—you feel good. I’m just so… tense all of a sudden.”
Jungkook sat up slowly, making sure not to push further inside of you. “Do you want me to help you fix that?”
You gave him a confused look. “How?”
His lips parted, fangs bared as the rattle of his call climbed up his throat. That sound never failed to entrance you. It was everything about it. The noise of it, the look on his face when he was conjuring it. All of it was just completely enrapturing.
His hand that was still on your jaw started to pull your mouth open. He leaned over your face, venom already dripping down his chin. He tilted his head, a silent question.
Do you want it?
You didn’t even have to think about it. You nodded your head slowly. The two of you didn’t look away from each other as he tipped his head forward. His call still rattled as thick strings of saliva fell through the air between you until they were landing against your tongue. Your eyes went wide, humming in pleasure at the picture of him like this, hovering a couple of feet above you with that intense stare as he dripped himself into your mouth. The taste coated your tongue, that sweet scent invading your nose as it slid down your throat. You felt yourself relax almost immediately, the mental wall shattering.
You started moaning, squeezing around his cock. You reached up, grabbing his necklace and yanking him down. You kissed him hard, lapping up the honeyed flavor that still coated his teeth. You began to rock against him, his groans vibrating against your lips. He pulled back slightly, his eyes hooded as he stared down at you. Suddenly one of his hands lifted the small of your back off the bed. A fringe whipped across the air and went under the new space beneath you, banding across your skin to keep you at that angle. And then he was pushing his hips forward slowly.
Your breath hitched with every inch. He didn’t stop this time. He kept going, feeling how you were sucking him in. Your stomach tensed each new ridge, shocking your mind with another wave of euphoria. Your eyes were watering but you could see that he was watching your every reaction. There was a small smile with every moan or whimper he garnered from you. But then, you felt it. One final thrust forward as he buried himself completely inside of you.
Your vision went black for a second, and then you were screaming. Your body was convulsing, tears streaming down your face as another orgasm ripped through you. This was different, however. They had all felt incredible, but this one had encapsulated your every cell, every atom, every beat of your heart. It was pulsing through you in pounding, relentless waves.
“I—fuck—I’m—It’s—” You weren’t sure why, but you started laughing at the fact that you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Jungkook chuckled in amusement as well.
You took a deep breath to try and clear your mind, but you were suddenly hit with this intense and oddly pleasurable scent. Not the honeyed smell of his venom, but something else. You tilted your head at Jungkook, leaning in closer. It got stronger and denser. You started sniffing at his face. You knew you must’ve looked crazy, but it was like a siren song that you had to find the source of.
He was looking at you curiously, but didn’t say anything as you pressed your nose against his cheek and inhaled. You felt him purr at the action. His eyes closed and he turned his face to give you better access, like he wanted you to keep going. And you did, suddenly pushing at his chest so that you were straddling his lap. The new position made him shift inside of you. You clenched your teeth, forcing yourself not to start bouncing on top of him. You couldn’t believe you had ever been scared to do this with him. It seemed so stupid now. But you still needed to find out where that scent was coming from.
You pulled his head into your breasts, burying your face into the top of his head. Your fingers combed through the dark strands as you sniffed him like an animal. He groaned, licking lazily along your chest as he let you explore him.
God, what was this? It was like you wanted to get inside of his skin and surround yourself with whatever was emitting from him. You looked down at the juncture between his shoulder and neck. Your mouth was suddenly watering. You nuzzled into the space, breathing him in, and a very specific desire violently erupted inside of you. You couldn’t stop yourself before your teeth were clamping down on him.
“Oh, fuck,” He groaned, tipping his head to the side, his hand pressing down on the back of your neck to keep you in place, silently telling you to keep going.
You hadn’t broken the skin. It was like that mental block from before. Your mind was craving something, but your body wasn’t letting you have it. You couldn’t bring yourself to apply more pressure. You were human, this wasn’t something you should even have a desire to do. You were about to pull back when Jungkook spoke.
“You know I can take it.” He paused, his fingers fisting into your hair. “I want you to.” He said the words with such desperation that he decimated whatever was stopping you, just like before.
You bit down as hard as you could. He hissed and you felt him throb inside of you. You whimpered, grinding yourself on top of him as blood suddenly trickled into your mouth. You gasped, rearing your head back to stare up at the ceiling with wide eyes. That intoxicating scent from before was suddenly encasing the air around you and filling your lungs.
You quickly lifted yourself off of his cock, the emptiness leaving you aching. You wanted him back inside of you, but you were also terrified by this sudden and strange desire that seemed to be coming from some primal part of you.
“W-why did I do that? Why do you smell like that? Wha-what’s happening to me?” You asked frantically, rubbing at your nose, your skin, your hair. Everything felt so intensely overstimulating.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. Look at me, look at me,” Jungkook said in an attempt to guide you back to him.
You took a deep breath, slowly tilting your head down, but you were having a hard time meeting his gaze. It felt like any restraint you possessed had been ripped away from you, still being inundated by that scent pouring out of him in waves.
“I can’t look at you.”
He sighed, pushing strands of hair off your face. Your eyes fluttered closed at the touch. “I know what you’re feeling right now—better than anyone. Let me help you.”
You turned into his hand, and you couldn’t stop yourself from inhaling again. You felt goosebumps erupt across your arms. “God, why do you smell so… good.”
He laughed softly. “It’s because of you.”
Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Look at me and I’ll tell you.”
You huffed in annoyance, but you still slowly opened your eyes. The second his face appeared before you, it was like a strike to your chest. Your breathing got heavier again, your heart beat faster, your palms sweatier. His essence—it was gleaming brighter than you had ever seen it. The soft golden glow that you had become accustomed to was now shining. Like it was a river, rippling and reflecting along his skin. But that wasn’t the only thing. The lines that usually curved along his jaw were longer, traveling up his temples and disappearing into his hairline. Even the tips of his ears, that usually remained untouched by his essence, were glowing.
“Does it look nice?” He asked with a smile.
“Yes,” You replied immediately. “Why is it doing that?”
He leaned in and spoke directly against your mouth. “Because you are my Terravina. You can do things to me that no one else can. No other human. No other Veridian. You are the only creature alive that can make me this way.” You were panting as he pressed his nose to your mouth, breathing in your labored pants. “And as for you, I heard it was possible, but I thought it was something that happened rarely, or maybe that it was even made up… But it’s not. It was so easy for you. It’s why you feel so overwhelmed, why you bit me, why you think I smell so good right now. It’s my pheromones.”
You stilled at the revelation. “But humans aren’t supposed to be able to sense them.”
“Like I said, I really didn’t even believe that it was possible.” He cupped your face. “But I’m so fucking happy that you can, even if it’s just for a little while. Because now you can understand that, what you’re feeling towards me right now, that’s what I feel like every second that I’m near you.”
Your eyes widened. “This is how you feel every time we’re together?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Isn’t it painful, though? I’ve only been like this for a few minutes, and I just wanna…” You trailed off, your eyes darting around his body.
“No, tell me.” He smirked. “What do you wanna do to me?”
You chewed at your bottom lip, your eyes hesitantly traveling to the bite mark. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. You had bitten him as hard as you could, but there was barely any blood. Only some of the dents from your teeth had broken the skin.
You motioned at it. “I wanted to do that, but I’m clearly not very good at it.”
He chuckled. “It’s not always the actual bite that’s important. It’s the feeling you get from someone wanting you so badly that they can’t help but bite you.”
That made sense. To be desired in such an animalistic way. That was why you had done it, because there was something inside of you that wanted to be closer to him. That still wanted to be closer to him. You glanced down between your bodies. They were disconnected, and you were aching for them to be together again.
“Can we keep going?” You asked, throwing your hands around his neck. “No stopping this time. Let’s just… act on how we feel. No holding back.”
Jungkook had you on your back in a second, his mouth devouring yours. You moaned into the kiss, scratching your nails down his ribs. You felt the press of his tip against your entrance, and unlike before, you were done with being hesitant. You rocked yourself against it, needing to feel him again.
“Look at you. You were so nervous earlier and now you’re just begging for it. Do you want me back, baby?” He said, giving into your movements as he stretched you open with a small thrust of his hips.
You nodded frantically, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. “Yes, don’t stop. Keep going, keep going, keep going.” You begged him, and he did exactly as you asked.
He pulled the small of your back up and started slowly thrusting in and out of you. You panted, the build of arousal in your belly electrifying you before it crashed down on you in seconds. You actually sighed in relief at the feeling, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as a wild, satisfied grin split across your face.
“Fuck, you look so good like this.” He hissed, rubbing his hand along your stomach. “Wanna watch you come all fucking night.”
You felt the pride radiating off of him. A satisfied aura mingling in the air as his pheromones surrounded you. He was so turned on, so blissful from being the cause of your release.
You wanted to feel that too.
Suddenly you were pushing at him until he fell onto his back, but you made sure he stayed inside of you. You shuttered around him, but not just because of the new position, but because of the sight of how his body looked beneath you.
Your lips parted in awe. His muscles were tense, his abs flexing with each panted breath. His fringes were slithering along the covers, binding themselves around your legs. His eyes were dark and hooded as he watched you hover above him. You smiled, settling your hands on his chest as you began lifting and dropping your hips against him.
He bared his neck to you, slack-jawed and rubbing the crown of his head against the bed. One of his hands yanked at the fringe of hair covering his forehead, the veins cording his arms pulsing every time he pulled at the strands. You leaned forward, sliding your palms over the sweat on his chest and neck, pushing him out of the way until you were the one gripping his hair.
“Do I feel good like this?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer. You were starting to understand why Jungkook did that to you. It felt nice just to hear the words.
His grin was lop-sided, his fangs flashing at you. The sight of them made you squeeze around him. He groaned, thrusting his hips upwards.
“So good.” He groaned, his eyes staring at where you continued to grind against him. “Yes, keep fucking me. Just like that.”
You had this overwhelming desire to just keep him like this, pinned beneath you the entire night so you could watch every satisfied expression on his face. You wanted to make him feel as good as he had made you feel.
“I wanna watch you come,” You said, and he instantly throbbed inside of you, the feeling making you hiss through your teeth.
“Was trying to hold it back for a little while.” He sighed, running his hands along your thighs. “It gets messy.” You clenched around him, liking the idea of that.
“I don’t care.” You instantly pulled him up by his hair, still riding his length as you dipped your head down to his shoulder. Your lips grazed the mark you left on him earlier. “Wanna feel you come inside me,” You whispered before biting down on the already broken skin.
Blood filled your mouth. You hadn’t gotten enough of it before to really taste it. But now that it was sliding down your throat, a warm, intoxicating river that shrouded your mind, you knew you needed more. You bit even harder, and Jungkook began to moan and whimper beneath you, shallowly thrusting as you drank his blood. You shivered, tightening around Jungkook’s length as you began to suck, trying to get every drop that you could before you were being ripped off of his neck.
You were panting, and you could feel streaks of blood dripping down your chin. You must’ve looked crazed, and you should’ve felt self-conscious about it… But you couldn’t. Not when Jungkook was staring at you with glimmering eyes and a wicked smile.
He grabbed either side of your face, one of his thumbs rubbing across your swollen lips. “You look so fucking hot with my blood all over your teeth.” He leaned in, licking away some of the mess. “You said you wanted to watch me come? Keep looking at me like that.” His fringes twisted themselves around your waist, pulling you back and forth over his cock.
Your mouth fell open, the two of you staring at the other as you felt him twitch and throb inside of you. His breathing was suddenly heavier, his stomach flexing, and then he was falling back onto the bed.
His hands fisted into his hair, jaw clenching. “This is how you wanted to watch, right? With me beneath you. It feels nice, doesn’t it? Getting to see the person you want more than anything, look at you like they never want you to stop.” He panted, his eyes fluttering closed. “Please, don’t fucking stop.”
He was begging you. Actually begging you. And the words sent a thrill up the back of your spine as you continued to ride him. You keened in pleasure, every time you lifted and dropped yourself back down causing his bulging veins to create new sensations inside of you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Jungkook growled, teeth clattering at his jaw began to tremble. His hands gripped your waist as he thrusted into you hard from below. You gasped, your muscles suddenly tensing and contracting around him—and then you felt it.
Your breathing was ragged as you looked down between your bodies. Your eyes widened. He wasn’t lying when he said it would be messy. He was still lazily thrusting into you, cum pouring down the sides of his cock each time he pulled himself out slightly. It was pooling on his groin, dripping down his balls, falling onto the bed. There was so much… And you liked it. Not just the look of it, but the feeling of it.
It wasn’t the same as a human’s. It almost felt like his venom on your bare skin. It was a mild tingle at first. Like a light current of electricity that was growing stronger with each passing second. You pressed your palm into it, siding it up his abs, and it didn’t take long for your hand to start convulsing just like the inside of your body.
It seemed intimacy with Veridians, or at the very least with Jungkook, was always full of pleasant surprises.
“It feels…” You trailed off, your body getting hotter. You suddenly wanted him with more vigor—if that were somehow even possible. Your breathing was getting faster, nails digging into his flesh as you contemplated what you needed to satisfy this feeling.
Jungkook grabbed your trembling hand, momentarily breaking you from your thoughts. Your hungry gaze flitted to his. He smirked, but his chest was rising and falling just as much as yours. He sat up slowly, his fringes splaying out around him in that winged shape that never failed to steal your breath. That in combination with his skin painted in those newly gleaming streaks, it was like you were straddling the lap of some golden god.
“You’re beautiful,” You whispered. Not embarrassed by your thoughts finding a voice, because it was irrefutable. It was simply a fact.
He smiled softly. “I only look this way because of you.” He leaned in, his lips barely pressing against yours.
The closeness made that ever growing feeling of insatiability return in full force. That need for something more ferocious. You whimpered as it gnawed at you, demanding to be pleased. You were about to open your mouth to ask him to do something—anything, in order to quell this ache, but Jungkook beat you to it.
“Bend over for me,” He said, his breath hushed and warm against your mouth. “Let me fix it for you, Terravina.”
Your heart lurched. At the word, at the proposed position, at everything. You nodded, pulling yourself off of him. You hissed at being left empty at the same time that his cock smacked against his torso. You flipped over onto your hands and knees. The bed was so wet, everything sticky and soaked through. You should have found it disgusting, but nothing the two of you had done tonight would ever cross your mind in such a way.
You sighed as Jungkook’s hands found your hips, pulling you up so your ass was higher in the air. You choked when the tip of his length slid across your slit. He did that over and over, every ridge against your clit making your writhe. But you needed more.
“Jungkook…” You moaned his name, clearly desperate.
Suddenly one of his fringes softly wrapped around your neck, coming up to dance in front of your face. It slithered from side to side before dipped to caress your lips. It was a gentle gesture right before he thrusted himself inside of you.
You let out a shrill scream of ecstasy. The depth and stretch in this position had your mind melting. Your arms lost every ounce of strength until you were falling face first onto a patch of the bed that wasn’t completely ruined by tonight’s activities.
He was fucking into you slow, but hard. It was exactly what you had needed. That restless buzz from before finally being eased with each steady stroke.
“Yes, just like that.” You smiled into the covers, pushing back against him. You were greedy to feel each inch of him again as soon as possible.
He groaned behind you. “Such a pretty fucking cunt.”
He started going faster, your legs shaking as you felt another release coming on. “Mmm, fu-fu—ngh!” It was a strangled sound as you pulsed around him. That hungry need from earlier clearing just the tiniest bit.
“Love watching you like this,” He said, not stopping his pace. “Stretched open, coming down my cock. Just taking it and wanting it so bad.”
You nodded, the side of your face rubbing against the bed. “Yes, I want it. Keep going. Wanna come again.”
You realized this was an insane thing to say. How many more times could you even orgasm? You couldn’t even remember how many times it had happened already. You were unquenchable in this state it seemed, just wanting more and more of whatever he could give you.
Another one of his fringes started slithering up your spine, pushing strands of hair off of your face before caressing your cheek. You leaned into the touch, and your eyes opened to look over your shoulder at him. Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head at the sight of him. Sweat glistening, fangs bared, fingers digging into your skin as he pumped into you. He was so imposing, so strong, so fucking hot.
Jungkook's lips tilted into a grin, like he knew exactly what you were thinking. That was only amplified when his jaw started to tighten. You squeezed around him, already knowing what was about to happen.
You moaned as the hiss and rattle of his call filled your ears. Your eyes never left his as he stared at you, still grinding into you with that steady, delectable pace. The venom started to overflow from his mouth quickly. He parted his lips wider, letting it fall down to where your bodies were connecting.
It was instant, his venom-coated cock, fucking you over the edge. But your whines of pleasure hadn’t even stopped before he was building you up all over again, sending you careening back over the edge. And it just wouldn’t stop. It was like before you could even finish one release another was already right behind it. It was mind altering. It was like the highest point of your climax stretched out over minutes. It happened again and again and again. It was mesmerizing—what he had the ability to do to you was mesmerizing.
“You just can’t fucking stop, can you?” Jungkook’s gruff voice had somehow been able to strike through the haze of unrelenting bliss surrounding you.
You weren’t sure how long this had been going on for. All you knew was how good it felt. However, the venom was waning slightly, the fiery tendrils in your blood calming. You mustered every bit of strength you had to push yourself up. You sat back onto his length, your back to his front. His arms circled your stomach immediately. His face pressed between your shoulder blades. You could hear him sniffing you. His nose trailing up to your neck until it was buried in your hair. It was the same thing that you had done to him earlier.
The same thing you had done before you bit him.
You waited a couple of moments, anticipation dancing in your veins… but it never happened. He just kept inhaling your scent and running his tongue along your neck. You started to fidget. His words from earlier coming back to you as your mind cleared. When he was talking to you about biting him. He turned your head to the side, Jungkook stopping his explorations to meet your gaze.
“Hey,” You said softly.
“What is it?” He asked, reaching up to caress your jaw.
You chewed at your bottom lip. “You know how you said before that it’s not the bite itself, but the other person wanting you so bad that they can’t help but bite you…” You paused, not wanting to bring the mood down, but knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it. “Do you not want to?”
Jungkook’s eyes widened, and he was looking at you like you had gone insane. You were suddenly self-conscious. Which was crazy in of itself after everything the two of you had just done, but still, you went to turn away. However, before you could, Jungkook was lifting you up and turning you around to face him. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“Of fucking course I want to,” He said with all the conviction in the universe. “I’m holding myself back. I gave you so much of my venom tonight. Let you drink it, fucked you with it. If I bit you, it would go straight through your bloodstream. It would be everywhere. It might be too much. You might pass out. I don’t want you to wake up confused, wondering what happened after.”
You understood what he was saying. He was doing it out of concern for you. Which you found sweet, but what you were doing right now wasn’t sweet. It was giving into your deepest needs and desires. He was holding back on something that he wanted for your sake. He had given you pleasure you hadn’t even known was possible. You wanted to do the same for him.
You slid your arms around his neck, tilting your head until your lips were brushing. You gave him a quick peck on the mouth. “I want you to bite me.” You tilted your head, kissing his cheek. “I want you to taste my blood—more than earlier.” You leaned forward, running your tongue along the point of his now gold-tipped ears. “I want you to come with your teeth still inside me.”
Jungkook’s eyes went dark as he hissed at the idea. You were slammed on your back in a second, Jungkook ravenous as he kissed you. His hips were moving again, thrusting into you and eliciting moans that he quickly swallowed. You felt his hand start caress your shoulder, his thumb reaching over to press at the bottom of your neck. That was where he wanted to do it. You nodded as he continued to lick into your mouth, turning your face to the opposite side to try and egg him on.
It worked.
He ripped his head back, and the look on his face left you completely breathless. His mouth was hanging open, fangs bared. They looked even longer than usual. The call was bubbling in his throat. His eyes were hungry as he stared down at your neck, his head tilting back and forth as he accessed the area. The movement looked unnatural, nothing like a human man. It was truly like an animal accessing something it had caught during a hunt. But nothing about him set off any instincts to try and run and hide. You were right where you wanted to be.
You took a deep breath, and those glazed over eyes cleared slightly as they met your stare. He was still there. You knew he would be.
You smiled at him. “Take it. It’s yours.”
Jungkook physically shuddered at your words, and then he was rushing forward and sinking his teeth into your skin. You yelled out, but not because it hurt. It was surprisingly unpainful. Maybe it was the venom coating his teeth. Either way you didn’t care, because at this very moment, you were intoxicated with pleasure. Your body trembled as a comforting warmth flooded through you. Every inch of your skin was sensitive. The bed beneath you, Jungkook on top of you, his cock inside of you. Everything was caressing and coaxing you. It was euphoria as your muscles tensed around him.
Jungkook growled. He was sucking and drinking your blood, his hips still slamming into you. You threw your legs around his waist and tangled your hands in his hair as the venom continued to pump through your system. His movements started to stutter, and it wasn’t long before you felt that familiar sensation of being overwhelmingly full. His seed tingling along your walls and down your thighs. You were lost in that feeling when Jungkook’s teeth unlatched from your skin. He licked a slow, long stripe across the wound
When his face reappeared in front of yours, you couldn’t help the way you squeezed around him. His lips were stained red, blood leaking down his chin.
“That was…” He trailed off, tongue licking at his teeth. “Fuck, I’ve never tasted anything like that.” He wiped his hand along his face, looking at the blood that smeared across his palm. “I was planning on this entire thing to be more human-like. You know, to ease you into it.” He paused, looking around at the complete mess of blood and cum that surrounded the two of you. “I clearly failed at that.”
You shook your head. “I don’t want a human. I want you. Whatever you are. However you are.”
You felt him twitch inside of you, and it made your belly tense for seemingly the millionth time tonight. He was ready to go again, and so were you.
“Good, because you can’t get rid of me now.” He leaned down, pressing his nose into the side of your neck. “I’ve marked you. You’re mine, Terravina”
Then he dipped his head down to kiss you, the two of you returning to intimacy with new intensity and feelings flowing between you.
—————
Two weeks later.
“How can you be this bad at staying still?” You laughed, Jungkook fidgeting very obviously on the floor of the studio.
He pouted his lips. “I just wanna touch you. Is that so terrible?” He asked, turning his lead to look at you.
You sighed. Clearly this was not getting done anytime soon. You couldn’t even finish the damn sketch, let alone the actual painting. The past few weeks had been rather… busy. You know, with not being able to keep your hands off of each other for more than a couple of hours.
You curled a finger toward him in a ‘come here’ motion. He smirked, crawling on his hands and knees until he was kneeling between your legs as you sat on the chair, his head rubbing at your stomach like a cat. You couldn’t help but caress his ears while he did it.
After that night together, his essence continued to fade in and out like usual, but the gold that had suddenly appeared on the shell of his ears had stayed.
You kept glancing back at them, smiling as you grabbed some of your sketch pads off of the side table to put into your backpack on the floor. But when Jungkook nipped at your waist through your clothes, you gasped in surprise and dropped them to the floor.
You smacked your lips. “Thanks a lot.”
“Sorry,” He said, throwing you an apologetic look. He helped you pick everything up. However, he stilled when he grabbed one particular book that had fallen open to a specific sketch. “Is this Veridia?” He asked.
You leaned your head over. “Yeah, I did that a couple of years ago. I thought it was really beautiful. Though, pictures usually make everything look like that.”
It was mountains from the city of Tremia, at least according to the pictures and articles you had looked up about it. They were jagged, tall, imposing spires that seemed tall enough to touch the stars. They were a mix of pinks, purples, and blues. Not something you see on Earth, so of course I found it beautiful.
“It actually is that beautiful. No faking angles or colors needed,” Jungkook replied.
You nodded, a slight grimace on your face. He had seen so much more of the worlds that connected the two of you. You had been stuck solely on Earth as he had traversed between here and Veridia his entire life. He knew everything about humans, while you were trying to catch up.
“Would you like to go with me sometime?” He asked, the stack of books in your lap sliding right back onto the floor.
“W-what?” You asked, not sure if you heard him correctly.
He chucked, picking up everything that you had just let clatter to the ground. “You didn’t think I’d never take you, right? I still have to visit my parents and friends. They’re all dying to meet you.” He rolled his eyes, clearly they had been pestering him about it.
You laughed, but excitement was suddenly thrumming inside of you. “I mean, yeah. I’ve always wanted to go. I just could never afford it.”
“Don’t worry about stuff like that. I’d handle everything.”
You felt heat rise to your face, a childlike giddiness building inside of you as you recalled all the images of Veridian landscapes you had ever seen throughout your life.
“How about in a couple of months? We could go for the Solstice.”
Your heart stuttered at that. “Uhm, the Fertility Solstice?”
You had heard about what happened in Veridia during this time. It was heightened sexual prowess as the planets surrounding Veridia aligned, causing a surge in their hormones. It was quite intense from what you had read and heard from casual human gossip.
Jungkook laughed. “I’m taking you for sight-seeing. We won’t participate—Well, we can. Just in private instead of how it’s usually celebrated.”
Your eyes widened as he confirmed the things you had heard about the holiday. “So you guys actually do have sex in… public?”
“It’s our way.” He gave you an impish smile, shrugging. “But not everyone does. Sometimes when Veridians have a Narina or Terravina, they don’t want anyone else to see them like that—exposed. It depends on the pairing. But most Veridians don’t have a perfect match, so it’s quite a lot of people across the planet who… engage in it.”
You pursed your lips, your mind conjuring an image of thousands of naked Veridians having sex. You didn’t know why, but you felt a small flare of heat in your stomach at the idea.
Jungkook’s nostrils flared, smirking and raising a brow at you. “Interesting. The idea doesn’t disgust you.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. You loved but sometimes hated the way he could sense your emotions. It was simply intriguing… this Solstice tradition. Though, now that you were looking at Jungkook again, you remembered that he probably had attended quite a few of them in his adult life. You imagined him being with other Veridians, out in the open. Your jaw clenched at the idea, and his smirk dropped in an instant, clearly knowing where your mind had just gone.
“It’s fine. We both had lives before each other,” You said simply as you stood from the chair.
He stayed kneeling on the ground. Your hand ruffled the crown of his head, and his eyes closed at the touch. It always made you smile when he did that. You motioned for him to stand along with you and he did in an instant.
“I don’t care about what you’ve done,” You said, and his hand curled around your waist as your fingers traced the golden tips of his ears that appeared through the black tufts of his hair. “Because I’ve marked you. You’re mine now.“
Jungkook grinned wildly as you repeated his words from weeks ago back to him. His fringes quickly surrounded you, creating a cocoon around the two of you. A couple of them weaved between your hair as he leaned in, kissing you hard. He pulled back a moment later, but just a breath, just enough to whisper against your lips.
SUMMARY: When you were children, Jungkook promised he would always walk you home. He kept that promise for years, until the night he left you at a bus stop and you never made it home.
WARNING(S): kidnappings and captivity, missing persons, abuse of authority, mentions of stalking, forced sedation, prolonged unconsciousness, bullying, grief, psychological manipulation, dissociation, memory loss, unreliable perception, implied danger to minors, near-death experiences, animal distress, and supernatural themes. Brief indications of sex but no actual sex scenes, OC is a living person whose consciousness is caught in a bardo-like state.
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PAIRING: Jungkook x ghost!Reader
A/N: I can't recall where exactly I conjured such a concept, but if you've been following me since like 2012, then me writing about death is not unusual, lmfao. I hope you enjoy it <3
In the underground underbelly of Seoul’s premier boxing circuit, Jeon Jungkook wasn't just a fighter; he was a predator trapped in a cage of his own making. And when he lost, the cage shattered.
The dressing room door didn’t just open, it practically flew off its hinges, bouncing off the concrete wall with a crack.
You didn't flinch. You had learned exactly twelve months ago that flinching was an invitation for him to press harder. Instead, you kept your eyes trained on the floor, your hands methodically folding his white towel.
"Get out," Jungkook snarled, his voice a rough, breathless rasp. He wasn't talking to you. He was talking to his head coach, and the two PR reps who had foolishly followed him down the corridor trying to handle the fallout of his first major defeat in three years.
"Jungkook, we need to address the media—"
"I said, get the fuck out!"
A heavy, leather gym bag flew across the room, smashing into the water cooler. Water erupted across the floor. The entourage scrambled backward, slamming the door shut behind them.
Then, there was only the sound of his ragged breathing.
Jungkook was huge. The papers called him a heavyweight talented mad dog. His broad shoulders heaved under the sheen of sweat and bruised skin, his knuckles, even wrapped in blood-stained tape, looked lethal.
Slowly, his dark, blown-out pupils drifted through the room until they locked onto you.
"You're still here," he spat, stepping into your space. The heat radiating off him was oppressive.
"I am," you said softly, keeping your tone perfectly level. Monotone. Unbothered. It was the only armor you had.
"Why?" He loomed over you, his shadow swallowing you whole. "You love seeing me like this, don't you? Fucking happy that the great Jeon Jungkook finally hit the canvas."
You didn't answer. You stepped forward, entirely bypassing his glaring gaze, and reached up. Your small, pale hands contrasted sharply against the brutalized canvas of his body as you began to unlace his boxing gloves.
He didn't stop you, but he didn't make it easy either, keeping his forearms tense as iron bars.
This was the dance you had performed for a year. While five previous assistants had quit within their first week, driven out by his temper, his flying fists, and his verbal cruelty, you had stayed. Because to you, this Jungkook wasn't a shock.
You had known him back at school and at university. Back then, before the millions he made and the championship belts, he had been the school’s golden boy bully, and you had been his favorite target. He used to knock your books out of your hands just to watch you scramble on the floor. Now, he threw gym bags and water coolers.
The stage had changed, the years had passed, but the monster remained exactly the same. And ironically, knowing the worst of him from before was exactly why you were the only one who could survive him currently.
"Eat," you murmured, nodding toward the meal prep container sitting on the bench. "Steak, sweet potatoes, greens. I prepared it three hours ago."
Jungkook let out a dark, mocking laugh, the sound scraping against his throat. With a brutal swipe of his wrapped hand, he sent the container flying. The grilled steak and vegetables scattered across the dirty floor, mixing with the spilled water.
"I don't want your fucking food," he growled, stepping closer until his chest almost brushed your nose. "I just lost a split decision to a nobody, Y/N. My career is crumbling right now, and you're handing me a Tupperware container?"
You looked down at the ruined food, then back up into his eyes. There was a raw, dangerous flash of darkness in his gaze, the same look he used to give you in the high school hallways before making your life hell. He wanted a reaction. He starved for you to scream, to cry, to give him a reason to shatter the rest of the room.
"I will clean it up," you said, your voice entirely devoid of emotion. "And then I will prepare another one. Because tomorrow at 5:00 AM, you have roadwork. And if your body lacks glycogen, you will lag. And if you lag, you will lose again."
The word lose struck him like a physical blow.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched so hard a vein throbbed in his temple. He grabbed your upper arm, his grip rough that would undoubtedly leave bruises on your skin by morning. He pulled you flush against him, forcing you to look up at his face, a cut above his eyebrow was leaking a slow trail of blood down his cheek.
"You think you're so smart," he whispered, his breath hot against your lips. "You think because you knew me when I was a kid, you can predict me? You’re just a maid, Y/N. A glorified servant I hired because nobody else could stomach the sight of me."
"I am," you agreed, refusing to let your voice show the deep rooted fear you have towards him. "I am exactly what you pay me to be. Now, let me get the ice."
For a long, agonizing moment, he didn't move. The tension in the room was a living, breathing entity, thick with a year's worth of unspoken history and dark, twisted codependency. He hated that he needed you. He hated that you were the only person in his entire empire who didn't look at him with fear or greed—just a cold, unyielding perception.
Slowly, his grip loosened. Not out of kindness, but out of a sudden, exhausted defeat.
He sat onto the leather bench, burying his face in his wrapped hands. The great, terrifying Jeon Jungkook looked small for a fraction of a second, swallowed by the silence of the locker room.
You didn't offer words of comfort. You didn't tell him he did his best. You knew him too well for that. Instead, you grabbed a fresh cloth, wet it with ice water, and stepped between his heavy thighs.
Gently, firmly, you pressed the cloth to the bleeding cut on his eyebrow.
Jungkook flinched, his eyes snapping open, burning into yours. But he didn't pull away. He sat perfectly still, letting you clean the blood from his skin, his massive hands resting heavily on his knees, gripping the fabric of his shorts until his knuckles turned white.
He let out a long, ragged exhale, his eyes tracking the movement of your lips before shifting back to your unreadable eyes. "You really hate me, don't you?"
You pulled the cloth away, throwing it into the laundry bin with a dull thud. You grabbed his gym bag and slung it over your shoulder.
"I don't have the luxury of hating you, Jungkook," you said, looking back at him over your shoulder. "I'm on the clock."
The rhythmic, bone-deep thud-thud-thud of leather tearing into the sandbag had been the sole soundtrack to your night.
It was 4:15 AM. Jungkook's private gym was illuminated only by the harsh, buzzing fluorescent tubes directly above the boxing ring. The air was thick, hot, and smelled heavily of sweat, iron, and a desperate, toxic pride.
He hadn't slept. You knew this because you hadn't slept either. You had spent the last six hours in the adjacent breakroom, monitoring his vitals via the smart-tracker synced to your tablet. You watched his heart rate spike into dangerous, red-lined zones hours ago, staying there like a flatline of pure fury.
Now, you stood at the edge of the mat. In your hands, you held a fresh gallon of electrolyte water and a cold compress.
Jungkook was a vision of raw, unchecked self-destruction. His shirt was long gone, discarded somewhere in the dark corners of the room. His massive back, mapped with thick, dense muscles that was slick with a layer of sweat. He was throwing combinations at the heavy leather sandbag—brutal, terrifying shots that echoed through the empty facility like gunfire.
"You should take a rest," you said. Your voice was flat, cutting through the heavy, rhythmic violence of the gym.
He didn't even acknowledged you. A sharp punch rattled the heavy steel chains anchoring the bag to the ceiling. Crack.
"Jungkook—"
"Shut the fuck up!" he growled, his voice a gravelly bark. He didn't break his rhythm. He threw a devastating right cross, the sheer velocity of the impact violently distorting the shape of the dense sandbag. He was punching with enough force to shatter his own bones, completely disregarding the fact that his hands had been wrapped for nearly twelve hours straight.
You took a deliberate step forward, standing between him and the sandbag.
"You pay me to ensure you have exactly what it takes to win," you said, looking him dead in his bloodshot eyes. "I am doing the job I am paid for. You need to do a lot of things if you want that belt back, Jungkook. And it starts with resting."
Jungkook’s chest heaved, his ribs expanding violently as he fought for oxygen. The sheer size of him was overwhelming up close; dense, unyielding muscle locked and right now, every single inch of him was vibrating with a dangerous warning, he didn't mind punching you.
"I pay you to follow my fucking orders," he snarled. "Don't forget your fucking place."
Before you could draw a breath, his wrapped hand shot out, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. His damp, sweat-soaked hair fell over his eyes, casting his face in shadow, making him look less like a man and more like a monster, a real mad dog, an effect only amplified by the staggering size difference between you.
You didn't flinch. You looked straight through the curtain of his hair, into his dark, burning eyes.
"You used to be aggressive back in school because it was the only way you knew how to grab attention," you said, your voice steady, hitting him with the precise weapon of your shared history. "And now you're doing it again. You're rough, you're aggressive, pushing your body to the edge because you're terrified that no one will ever look at you if it wasn't for your wins."
Jungkook growled, a low, animalistic sound tearing from his throat. With terrifying ease, he lifted you off the floor by your collar, driving you backward until your spine hit the concrete wall. Your toes barely scraped the floor.
"What did you just say?" His voice was laced with a cocktail of self-hatred, the agony of defeat, exhaustion, and above all, pure spite that the quiet, weak girl he used to bully was the one stripping him naked to his core.
"You heard me—"
BOOM.
His free fist slammed into the concrete right beside your head, the shockwave vibrating through the wall and into your skull. He didn't let go of your collar. Instead, the hand he had just cracked against the wall shifted, his large, taped fingers gripping your jaw tightly, forcing your face up.
"Don't act so strong," he whispered, his hot, ragged breath wiping across your skin, "when we both know how fucking pathetic you are."
"I know exactly how pathetic I am, Jungkook," you retorted, refusing to let the trembling in your bones reach your voice. You reached up, your small hands wrapping around the thick wrist holding your jaw. "I live with it. I face it every day, and that's why I'm stronger than you. You can't even face a single loss. Please..."
He clenched his jaw, his thumb pressing dangerously hard into your cheekbone.
"I hate you," you whispered, looking past the beast to the boy who used to ruin your childhood. "But I hate seeing you lose this pathetically even more. So let me do my job. Let the coach do his. Allow your body to actually get ready to win. Because your loss last night wasn't because of weakness. No you are pure muscle Jungkook, a real mad dog. But... your ego was just too high to notice the hit coming."
For a long, agonizing second, the gym fell completely silent. The only sound was the erratic, heavy thudding of his heart beneath his ribs. You could feel the raw tremor in his grip—not from weakness, but from the sheer, exhausting effort it took to keep himself from breaking you. He wanted to break something. He wanted to break you. But the absolute truth in your words had pierced through him.
Slowly, his hand slipped from your collar, and your feet hit the solid ground again.
He didn't walk away. He lowered his forehead until it rested against your shoulder, his massive, sweating body slumped against yours, letting his dead weight lean into you. It was an incredibly heavy, stifling embrace, born out of pure exhaustion and a toxic, twisted dependency he would never admit to.
"If I lose the rematch," Jungkook muttered, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt, dark and lethal, "I'll tear this whole place down. And I'll start with you."
"You won't lose," you said softly, your hands remaining on his wrists, feeling the heavy, steady pulse of the predator finally calming down.
I genuinely hate when people categorize their oc fic as x reader like bruhh I don't wanna read about some random person getting with this person arrgghhh piss me off so damnn much...
after the sudden revelation of his 13 year old son, jungkook refuses to let you leave without giving him any answers, no matter how reluctant you are.
word count: 15.004
warning: dirty talking, grinding, smut, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, more yearning jk, finger sucking, edging/orgasm denial, kissing, grinding, nipple sucking, a peak at jimin #1 mc hater, mc is kinda unreasonable but, unprotected sex, creampie,
part one / two
“I don’t think I want to do gymnastics anymore."
The car comes to a stop right in front of your apartment. You slam on the brake so hard that Ji-tae nearly jolts from his seat.
“This again?” you murmur quietly, aggressively putting the car in park. “I’ve already paid for the next few months.”
“Lisa would give you the money back.” your son retorts.
“What’s going on?” you ask. You take your seatbelt off. “You’ve been quiet the entire ride home and now all of a sudden you want to quit?”
You don’t mean to raise your voice at Ji-tae. It wasn’t him who had you at edge, it was Jungkook. The entire ride home, you had clenched the steering wheel so tightly that you were sure your palms would bleed. Your heart hadn’t stopped beating, either, and all you could think about was the look on Jungkook’s face as the elevator doors closed.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Excuse me?” you snicker. You knew sooner or later, Ji-tae would be a teenager. Having a teenager meant dealing with the smart remarks that came with it.
“Nothing.”
When Ji-tae lifts his hand to open his door, you stop him. “We aren’t done talking.” you tell him. “Tell me what’s going on. Do you not enjoy it anymore?”
Ji-tae lowers his hand to his side. He looks at you fully now. “I do.” he says.
“Then why do you keep insisting on quitting?” you question. “I told you I can afford it now.”
Ji-tae swallows. His mind flashes with the older man - obviously your boss - sitting behind the desk. His eyes watching you, and then him.
“Tae…” you trail off. You knew your son enough to know that something was troubling him.
“Are you sleeping with him?”
The car grows quiet. You’re left stunned - far too stunned to form a sentence right now.
You hadn’t expected that to be your son's question. As your mind races, the pieces slowly begin to work. It explained the look on your son's face when he stared at you, and then to Jungkook. The glare in his eyes…
No parent wants to be in your shoes right now. You feel so small in your son's gaze, one that resemblances Jungkook far too much for you to handle right now.
“You are.” Ji-tae deadpans.
“Tae,” you sigh, closing your eyes. “What-”
“That’s how you’re paying for it, right?” your son interrupts, his voice rising. “That’s how you got this car, too?”
“Tae - Tae!”
You get out of the car just as Ji-tae does. You slam the door behind you, not even bothering to lock it. You follow him right into the apartment. “Stop-”
“If that’s what you have to do to pay for everything then-”
“Didn’t I tell you to stop?!” you hiss at your son, your tone low and full of anger - but not at him. At yourself for putting your son in this position. Ji-tae may be young, yes, but he wasn’t dumb nor naive - especially not how you were when you were his age. He was highly aware of the world he lived in, even if he didn't speak it aloud.
Now, Ji-tae probably saw you differently.
“I told you to stop worrying about shit that doesn’t concern you!” you continue. Sometimes, you think the way you speak to your son, and the way he responds to you, isn’t that of a mother and son. You could blame that on teen pregnancy.
Ji-tae snickers. “It does concern me. If you’re sleeping with him to pay-”
“Stop.” you hiss, eyes widening at him. “It’s…complicated, Tae…” you take a deep breath. “You’re too young to understand it.”
You lean against the closed front door and sigh. Jumping into an abyss would be easier than having this conversation with a 13 year old.
“I’m old enough.” Ji-tae retorts.
You snort. You tilt your head a bit as you peer at your son. You lick your lips, your throat clogging up.
“I’m old enough to know that you look like you’re about to…cry.” Ji-tae murmurs. His shoulders slump a bit and now he feels remorseful. Maybe he should take your advice and remain his age - a part of him wants to. The other part of him hears his grandmother's words and her condescending tone telling him that you couldn’t afford the luxuries you give him - not without that job. In such a short amount of time, you’ve given him everything he’s asked for and more. You surprised him with a new gaming system, along with the overly expensive gaming chair you’ve remembered him speaking about.
But Ji-tae knows that he’ll gladly give it all aways if it meant you didn’t have to do what he’s suspect you are doing.
“I don’t want you to hate me.” you respond.
Sometimes you felt like it was your son who was the parent. You blame it on you being nothing but a dumb teenager when you had him, forced to grow up entirely too fast that you skipped the pivotal chapters. He was far wiser than anyone you’ve met his age, a trait you knew he hadn’t gotten from you.
“I don’t hate you.” Ji-tae swallows. “I don't want you to be taken advantage of, either.”
“You look just like him, you know? Your eyes were probably clouded with so much animosity that you hadn’t seen it.”
You make your way towards the kitchen. You could go for a drink right now, but you've decided that you’ll have to live with the self-pity for just a bit longer.
Ji-tae hovers in the door frame of said kitchen. He’s silent, replaying what you said in his mind.
“You said you’re old enough, right?” you ask. Ji-tae is eerily silent. “That’s Jungkook. He’s…your father.”
The word father coming from your lips sounds entirely too foreign.
There was a time that Ji-tae had asked about his father. He was only 7, you recall, and older than when you expected him to ask. You thought you prepared yourself for this moment, but even after he has asked you such an innocent question, you were left stunned for longer than you should’ve.
“You don’t have a dad..” Ji-tae pointed out, his small hand in yours as you and he strolled home from school. It’s an activity he remembers enjoying because it meant you and he could stop for ice cream. It was only when he was older did he realize why you never got yourself any.
You laughed at how blunt children could be. “I do.” you told him.
“Grandma says he’s in the ground.”
You nodded your head slowly. Your father wasn’t dead, he was just dead to your mother.
“Is my dad in the ground-”
“No!” you quipped. “He’s…just not around right now.”
It was the only explanation you’ve given Ji-tae and even then he took it. He hadn’t asked again, even if you told yourself that if he did, you’d explain it better to him. A part of you wished that you had more time but 6 years was enough time for you to say something to him.
Now, however, Ji-tae isn’t saying anything. He stands in the doorway and peers at you with familiar dark eyes that you weren’t sure you could handle.
“Tae,” you begin. “I didn’t-”
“Grandmother said you didn’t know who he was.”
You roll your eyes, because of course your mother would tell him that. You ponder how long your son sat and thought about you in a certain light.
“I did.” your teeth grits. “And if she was truly paying attention to who I brought in, she’d know, too.” you murmur, more to yourself than to Ji-tae.
While you were more involved in your son's life - his interests, friends, hobbies and all - your mother gave you the freedom to do whatever. You’re positive she regretted it in the end.
Ji-tae is quiet again, but his eyebrows knit together.
“Whats on your mind?” you ask him.
“So what?” your son shrugs his shoulders. “Why is he here now? Did he offer you this job out of pity or something?”
“What?” you shake your head. “Tae-”
“He wasn’t around for 13 years, ma. You don’t have to go back and do that-”
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Your body warms with hot embarrassment at how conscious your son could be. Sometimes, though you’re grateful that he isn’t, you’d wish he’d be like the other boys his age and worry about childish things.
“Tae, stop.” you interrupt. “I don’t want you to,” you swallow, eyes fluttering open to look at your son. Your heart jolts. “hate him.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” your son snorts.
“Because,”
Ji-tae knows that when you bounce your leg it means that you’re nervous. You always tend to avoid his eyes.
“he didn’t know about you.”
There isn’t any weight lifted from your shoulders like you wished there would be.
“We drifted apart. I got pregnant, and he went to college.” you deadpan. “I never told him about the pregnancy. I never thought I’d see him again.” you admitted. “I didn’t know he’d be who he was today. I didn’t know it was his company I was interviewing for.”
In front of Jungkook, the clouds appear like an ocean full of cotton, the sky a fiery pink and purple. The sun is setting and it glows intensively just outside his window. He watches it from his seat, only blinking when he feels his eyes grow dry.
Jungkook’s mind replays the last 13 years in his mind for any clues he may have not noticed until now. It’s easier to pinpoint when you fell pregnant as it was only one time, but when did you find out? Was it prior to graduation or after?
Ji-tae’s face flashes through his mind. The glaring look that he sends his way is far too obvious that he for one, didn’t know who he was, and for two, held great animosity for him.
Jungkook inhales deeply through his nose and closes his eyes for a bit. It appears that things with you were more complicated than he thought they were.
Just then, Jungkook’s ears perk at the sound of the elevator. “Lei…” he grumbles underneath his breath. “...I have enough surprises.”
Who Jungkook was hoping to see was you. He had gone through several scenarios in how he would approach this.
You were scared, obviously. You didn’t tell him because you yourself were afraid of how he’d react. It’s the reason why, for a while, you kept the pregnancy hidden. There were no records of you giving birth to Ji-tae because they were hidden.
Even if Jungkook was optimistic, there was still the lingering thought in his mind that told him you had hidden the pregnancy for the same reason you decided to ignore him all together. That thought alone plagued his thoughts and feeds on the insecurity he told himself he got rid of years ago.
You weren’t behind the door when Jungkook turns just as they open. Instead, it was Ji-tae again. He doesn’t step inside and the uncertain look on his face tells Jungkook that even he hadn’t thought about what he’d say.
Jungkook peers inside the elevator to find that he’s alone. “Where’s Y/N?” he questions.
“Home.” Ji-tae responds quietly.
Jungkook blinks.
Ji-tae does, as well.
“You can come in.” suggests Jungkook awkwardly. “Does she know you’re here?”
Jungkook’s eyes capture the way Ji-tae runs a hand through his hair before hesitantly walking through the office. Instantly, his eyes soften at the realization that the younger boy knows more than he did when he left.
“No.” Ji-tae responds. “I snuck out.”
Just great, Jungkook thinks. At first, he thought your motherly instinct came natural to you when you interacted with Jinah. Instead, you had 13 years of experience on your belt that gave you a head start. Witnessing the worried expression on your face earlier only told Jungkook that it was a matter of time before you realized your son was gone.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” Jungkook rolls his leather seat out and prepares to sit. “She’ll be worried.”
“You don’t have to play the fatherly role.” Ji-tae retorts with a roll of his eyes. In that instinct, he saw you in the boy that resembles him.
Jungkook nods his head gently and says, “Do you want to sit?”
Jungkook motions for the leather seat on the opposite side of his desk.
“You came all this way for a reason, right? What’s on your mind?”
Ji-tae finds it easier to talk where he’s standing - which is awkwardly by the closed elevator. He doesn’t realize the height Jungkook possesses until he does get closer, or the dark eyes that seem to follow him as he sits down. In that moment, he believes his mother is right about the resemblance he holds to this same man.
Jungkook sits down, as well. His office is far too quiet for his own liking.
“What’s going on between you and my mother?”
Straight to the point, Jungkook notes. Another thing he inherited from you.
“Well,” Jungkook begins. “she works-”
“I know you’re sleeping with her.” Ji-tae interrupts, and that shuts Jungkook right up. “I’m not sure if you gave her this job out of pity or-”
“Pity?” Jungkook is confused now.
“Yes, pity.” Ji-tae swallows the lump in his throat. “I already told her she doesn’t need to pay for my classes anymore, so you can-”
“I didn’t hire your mother out of pity.” Jungkook interrupts the boy all together with a shake of his head. “I…what did she tell you about me?”
“What she told me is something I’m not sure I believe entirely.” Ji-tae murmurs.
“And what are you unsure about?” Jungkook leans against the desk.
“If you truly had no idea about me at all.”
Jungkook is taken aback and he visibly winces. Ji-tae bites the inside of his cheek, thinking it’s something he shouldn’t have said.
“As I was walking away she said that,” Ji-tae takes a deep breath. “that you were already accepted at some college and she didn’t want to ruin it.”
Didn’t want to ruin it, Jungkook thinks. His foot begins to tap against the marble floor. His eyes blink a few times.
“Were you two dating?”
Ji-tae knows it isn’t any of his business truly, even if it was the reason why he was alive right now. However, a part of him doesn’t want to leave just yet.
“No. Not really.” Jungkook murmurs.
“Oh…”
“I loved her.” Jungkook nods his head, leaning back against the chair. He feels exhausted in just a short amount of time. “I would’ve stayed if she told me.”
Ji-tae doesn’t know what to say, but before he has a chance to, a loud ring sounds throughout the office. Immediately, he knows it’s you calling.
“I guess she found out I’m not home.” Ji-tae sighs, your name flashing on his phone.
“You should answer it. You don’t want to worry her.”
Ji-tae takes a glance at Jungkook. “She’s going to be pissed at me.” he mumbles. “Can you talk to her?”
Jungkook’s eyes widened a bit. A part of his heart softens at the request. The other side knows that you would be just as equally pissed at him as you were with Ji-tae. However, Jungkook nods his head and holds out his hand for the ringing phone.
When he answers, you’re already on the other side demanding where Ji-tae was and why in the world he would leave without letting her know.
“Y/N.” Jungkook speaks into the phone. Ji-tae watches as the yelling stops for a moment, his eyes hopeful. “He’s fine. Maybe we should all talk together.”
Time’s were once simpler, you recall, like the moments you’d sneak out with your own friends.
It’s something you shouldn’t have done, but your mothers disregard gave you freedom a teenager shouldn’t have and you took advantage of it.
At times, you could feel it; the wind blowing through your hair whenever you drove with the windows down. When you heard a particular song that you’d once belt at the top of your lungs alongside them. You could taste the cheap alcohol that was either stolen from your parents, or liquor stores. Sometimes both.
The first time you’ve been to Jungkook’s house was one of those nights. The streets were quiet as you stumbled into his backyard, a borrowed pair of heels in your hand. The look on Jungkook’s face when he saw you at his window. “You shouldn’t be walking alone at night.” you recall him scolding you softly, a hand around your waist to assist you in coming in through his window. “You can’t be too loud, my brother’s room is right across from mine.”
You weren’t sure why you made your way to Jungkook’s house. It felt better than going home alone, you thought, or continuing to do dumb shit with your friends that teenagers had no business doing. You dropped your heels and tilted your head at Jungkook.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” you asked. “Jacking off again?”
The redness on Jungkook’s face is something you always found cute. It’s the reason why you often teased him to no end. You licked your lips, eyes glancing around Jungkook’s bedroom. Far tidier than you’d imagine a teenage boy's room to look. “You’re such a nerd.” you murmured to him upon witnessing a tall shelf with comic books and figurines on it.
“I wouldn’t be able to do your homework if I wasn’t one.” was Jungkook’s response. “I wasn’t jacking off.”
Your eyes turned back to Jungkook, his ears just as red as his cheeks. Maybe it’s the booze in your system that has you giggling uncontrollably, a hand over your lips. You plopped down onto his bed, snuggling yourself into his comforter. “I don’t believe you. Other boys are out and you’re in your room fucking your hand. It’s pathetic.”
You never believed your own words. You found Jungkook interesting, which was the reason you kept returning time and time again. It was more than using the boy to do your assignments and projects. With time, you enjoyed playing with Jungkook - if it was forcing him to smell your panties, sitting into his lap “innocently” to the point you felt an obvious bulge, or even forcing him to speak so demeaning to himself.
However, it isn’t always that. You did like to hear Jungkook talk about things that he was passionate about. Video games, or certain movies - mainly marvel. He’d sit and explain an entire timeline to you that you actually listened to. It made you realize you didn’t have anything like that yourself that you were passionate about.
“You’re probably right.” was Jungkook’s response. His eyes focused on the way your skirt rises up, his morality screaming to stop being so perverted. It was obvious you were far too intoxicated.
“You’re such a virgin.” you giggled. “Aren’t you glad I've given you all your firsts so far?”
You lift from Jungkook’s bed to face him. He licks his lips, doe-like eyes widening. His heart was pumping in his chest. “I am glad,” he murmured.
“Say thank you.” your eyes harden a bit, however your own heart jolts, as well. “I gave you your first kiss, right? Your first handjob, too. You should be more grateful that someone like me pities you enough.”
Again, Jungkook’s body warmed. You were always so quick to remind him everything you’ve done to him, even if it was just a secret you and he shared. How could you tell your friends that you enjoyed playing with Jungkook, someone they deemed beneath them? A loser?
“T-Thank you.” Jungkook stammered.
You broke out into a smile. It’s low and a bit sinister, but Jungkook still thinks you’re far too pretty and someone who couldn’t do any wrong. “Have you ever thought about…me fucking you, Kookie?”
It’s easy to notice the growing bulge in Jungkook’s pajama pants. It excites you to no end.
Jungkook’s heart thumped even louder because yes, he absolutely had thought about it. He didn’t know what sex felt like yet, but he imagined - with you - it would be something incredible.
“Yes.” Jungkook murmured.
You laughed.
Your laugh is just as demeaning as your tone always was.
“You’re such a pervert.” you quip. “Say it.”
“I’m a pervert.” Jungkook mumbled. From across the hall, he hears his brother’s tv sounds.
You laughed again. You were too buzzed to handle Jungkook and his submission.
“You’d do whatever I tell you to, huh?” you tease, a grin on your lips. “I should stop being so mean to you, right?”
Jungkook wasn’t sure where the sudden change in your demeanor went. It happened fast, your teasing and soft eyes, to something more serious. He didn’t have the chance to question you on it before you return back to what you once were. “Take your pants off.”
“W-Why?”
“Just do it.” you shrugged your shoulders.
Jungkook had a lot of memories of you and he drawn into his memories. This moment, watching the way you hike up your skirt to remove your own panties and toss them aside, was one of many. He recalls the way he does as he’s told easily, his cock hardened at just the mere sight of you.
Jungkook remembers the way his bed creaks when you push him onto it and get on top of him, your thighs caging him between you. You sit directly on him, your clit grinding against his shaft. This was the closest he’s ever been to having sex, and he wasn’t even inside of you - that didn’t make it any less exciting for him.
“You don’t have to do this.” was what you hadn’t expected to hear from him - or any teenage boy. “You’re drunk, right?”
You recall the way your nails dig into his shoulders and how wide your eyes got. Your heart had jolted once more, but you were always left confused whenever Jungkook showed signs of genuine concern for you.
“I’m not drunk.” you murmured to him. It wasn’t a complete lie, you were buzzed, yes, but not completely incoherent. “Maybe I feel sorry for you being all alone.”
It was you who felt lonely after far too many drinks, your mind clouded with the very boy beneath you.
You press yourself firmly against him. “I left my friends to come here.”
You lied and told them you had to go home.
“Aren’t you happy?”
You didn’t know how you'd act if Jungkook had rejected you fully at that moment.
Jungkook doesn’t. He tells you that he is happy - and it was genuine. He’s happy that you chose him out of anyone to do this with, even if his cock wasn’t inside you. Feeling your pussy, warm, wet and dripping all over him, was enough.
You weren’t quiet in the slightest, however, no matter how hard Jungkook pleaded with you with fluttering eyes. You were in bliss yourself, your hips rutting, slippery pussy gliding against his hard cock. Your hands tug at his own to touch you anywhere, stating that he should be grateful you were here with him right now.
“I think I’m going to cum-”
Jungkook didn’t mean to slam his hand against your lips, he just didn’t need anyone waking up and hearing you right now.
What Jungkook didn’t expect was your tongue to wrap around his fingers and suckle onto them, blurry eyes staring right at him. He cums, it’s hard and fast and sticks all over you, but you don’t care because you cum right along with him.
You share many memories with Jungkook, even if your situation with him only lasts a school year. That was the first time he had told you about his college entrance exams, stating that the very next morning he had to take them. You recalled the way he calls you a good luck charm when he places an arm around your waist and holds you close to him, the intimacy frightening you to no end.
Jungkook recalls the way you were gone by the time he woke up the following morning as if a fragment of his own imagination.
Now, Jungkook watches the way his son - it was weird to even think about - eyes stare at the large estate as he drives through the gates.
Ji-tae doesn’t say anything. He hadn’t said much the entire ride there. Your car is already waiting for them as they arrive and once Jungkook pulls in, you’re already getting out of the car.
“You live here?” Ji-tae murmurs as Jungkook puts the car in park. A part of him isn’t ready to face you.
“Yes.” Jungkook responds. “Are you hungry? Dinner should be served soon.”
Ji-tae furrows his brows. “You have a cook?”
“Only sometimes.” Jungkook admits. “There was no time for me to cook today.” he trails off, because it was obvious. He had to find someone else to pick up Jinah entirely instead of you like she’s used to.
You have to admit seeing Jungkook and Ji-tae together does something to your heart. You didn’t want to face the reality of it all, however, especially when Jungkook draws nearer. “He’s hungry.”
“He always is.” you glance at Ji-tae, who adverts his eyes as soon as you look at him. “I was just about to start cooking until I realized you were gone.”
“We need to talk.”
“I should take Ji-tae-”
“It wasn’t a suggestion.” Jungkook interrupts.
You take a deep breath. “I’m taking my son-”
“Your son?!” Jungkook scoffs at your choice of words.
You swallow. “Get in the car, Tae.” your words grit out. “Jungkook, I’ll-”
“He’s hungry.” Jungkook hisses, his eyes glaring towards you.
Ji-tae has never been in a parental dispute before. In just a short amount of time, he realized he had a father.
No, his father wasn’t dead.
Yes, his mother knew exactly who he was.
And he was right in the middle of it all.
“Let him eat.” Jungkook continues. “You and I need to talk.”
There wasn’t any getting out of this, you note. Jungkook’s eyes are hard and staring right through you.
“Fine.” you quip.
Sitting across from a child that looked just like him wasn’t on Ji-tae’s itinerary.
Jeon Jinah stares at Ji-tae just as he stares right back at her. His stomach rumbles when he smells the food that the older man - a chef - places right in front of them.
Jinah watches curiously as the older boy eats as if he hadn’t in days. It reminds her of when her dad eats, shoving food down faster than he could chew. It makes her laugh but just a bit and she follows his lead, shoving food into her own mouth just as aggressively.
“That’s it?” Jungkook scoffs. “That’s all you have to say to me? It is what it is?”
Jungkook’s office is the furthest from the dining area that would grant them such privacy.
“You kept my son-”
“You have no proof that he’s yours.” you deadpan, only because you had no actual argument.
“Can you be serious for once, Y/N?” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “You’re actually so fucking selfish.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes glaring daggers at him. “I’m selfish?” you spit.
“Yeeesss!” Jungkook hisses. “What the fuck have I done to you?”
You snicker. “I don’t have time for this.” you wave Jungkook off. You were only willing to talk because it was evident Jungkook wasn’t going to let you leave - and you didn’t want to cause a scene with Ji-tae watching and Jinah close.
Your hands grasp the doorknob to get out of this entirely, but from behind you Jungkook slams it shut. “You’re good for that, aren’t you?” he hisses.
“Fuck off, Kook.” you push yourself away from him.
“No.” Jungkook steps closer to you. “That’s all you do, Y/N. You keep running. How long are you going to run until you’re out of breath?”
“When are you going to get out of the past?” you question. “You’ve forced me-”
Jungkook laughs in disbelief. “I didn’t force you to do anything.”
“No?” It was your turn to laugh. “Was it not you claiming that you wouldn’t let me leave?”
“You’re changing the subject. That isn’t the point and you know it.” Jungkook barks. “Why are you choosing to ignore the elephant in the room? The elephant being a 13 year old child. My child.”
You cross your arms over your chest. You didn’t have an answer. At least not the right one Jungkook would be looking for. Your body is hot and you were in fight or flight mode - and he knows exactly which mode you’ll rather be taking now.
“It is,” your eyes look at Jungkook’s once more. “what it is.”
Jungkook takes a deep breath. His throat makes a noise - a snicker of disbelief. He blinks a few times. He recalls the one and only time he’s ever put a hand on a woman and it was Jinah’s mother - for good reason, he always tells himself. But now, he finds that he wants to do the same to you. He doesn’t, but the thought flickers in his mind.
“Did you hate me that much?”
Your hard demeanor crumbles at Jungkook’s words. Even more at the crack in his voice at the end of his question. You don’t look at him anymore, and instantly Jungkook notices.
“You did.” Jungkook licks his lips. “Whatever animosity you felt towards me, Y/N, you didn’t have to take it out on him.”
“I didn’t take anything out on Ji-tae!” you hiss, uncrossing your arms.
“You did!” Jungkook barks back. “You denied him a father, have you not?”
The way you flinch has Jungkook taking a step back. He swallows the lump in his throat. He has to calm himself down, he thinks.
“For once, can you just think about how I feel?” Jungkook questions. “To have him look at me the way he did. With such animosity. He thought you were lying to him.”
You turn away from Jungkook. The study is large with books lining the wall. A studded leather seat sits behind a desk that looks obsessively organized. You don’t care about the study or the desk, you just don’t want Jungkook to look at you right now. Your eyes were beginning to burn and it was you that now appeared utterly pathetic.
“About…what?” you murmur.
“About not knowing he existed.” Jungkook grits his teeth. “He thought I abandoned him, Y/N. That now I pity you and-“
“I told him the truth!” you exclaim, still your back turned away from him. “I…I don’t want him to hate you.”
“Too late for that.” Jungkook scoffs. “I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t believe it, either. It still hurts.”
You squeeze your eyes close. You didn’t want to be here anymore and have to face the consequences of your actions. Jungkook was right to feel how he does. You should have told him about your pregnancy. You should have explained it all to him - your feelings, no matter how confused you were about them, your reasoning for leaving him alone entirely. All of it.
And not even just Jungkook, but Ji-tae. You had taken a father away from him. Even if you told yourself you were doing the right thing, it didn’t mean that it was the right thing. There’s a part of Ji-tae that he’s missed out on for so long that he’s told you himself he doesn’t want if it meant hurting you.
“I didn’t hate you.” you murmur, so low and defeated.
“You sure?” Jungkook snickers. You haven’t turned around yet. “Could have fooled me. You know…I told you about Jinah,” he begins. “about how she needed a woman in her life. Why didn’t you tell me then? You didn’t think Ji-tae needed a father in his life?”
“Of course I did.”
Your throat begins to ache and before you know it, you feel your cheeks wet. You were crying, something you didn’t want - not in front of Jungkook.
“Maybe I wasn’t the father you thought he needed.”
Jungkook speaks so certainly. He’s doing what he always does when it comes to you. He gets further into his head, his own insecurities speaking louder than you are.
“What?” You wipe your own eyes and sniffle a bit. “What the fuck are you on about now, Kook?”
“Well what else could it be?” Jungkook exclaims. “You made your choice 13 years ago. You ghosted me and took Ji-tae with you.”
“That’s not true.” you turn around, eyes glossy and red.
“Then tell me what the fuck is the truth?!” Jungkook is taken aback by your appearance. Glossy eyes, trembling lips. He realized he’s never seen you cry before - or look this vulnerable. “I followed you around because I was pathetic, right? I did your homework and all assignments.”
“Stop.” you hiss, but he doesn’t.
“I did whatever you told me to do. I touched myself in front of you because you told me to. I smelt your panties because you told me to.”
Jungkook is now a few inches away from you. He’s angered, similar to the way he was in his office hours ago.
“I told you I loved you.” Jungkook murmurs. “And still I wasn't good enough for you.”
You push past Jungkook, feeling the familiar ache in your throat. You’re at his office door again - you couldn’t deal with this. Not now.
“There you go again.” Jungkook is behind you just as you peel the door open. “Running away from your problems.”
You don’t make it far out the door before Jungkook is grasping your bicep and yanking you back.
“Be honest for once, Y/N. Say it.” Jungkook forces you to face him. “Tell me how pathetic I am, again. Isn’t that why you left me? You’ll rather have Ji-tae grow up without a father than for me to be that.”
You push at Jungkook’s chest as hard as you could. His grip on your bicep disappears, but you can still feel his fingers on you.
“Don’t you think I did it because of you?!” you hiss, pushing him again.
“Because of me?!” Jungkook’s eyes widened at your audacity.
“Yes, you!” you bellow. You don’t mean to. The door is wide open now and you’re positive Ji-tae and Jinah could hear. “I didn’t have what you did. I wasn’t accepted anywhere like you!”
You push him again, but this time Jungkook doesn’t attempt to dodge your attack.
“I didn’t have parents that cared about me like you did. Do you really think you’ll be where you are now if I would have told you?”
Jungkook watches the way you cry once more. That was twice in just a short amount of time. You’ve stopped pushing him and instead sob just a bit.
Now, Jungkook feels terrible. His words replay in his mind and he comes to the actuality of your words. You did it for him.
“Y/N…”
Your sobbing stops. You peer, through blurred eyes, the look that Jungkook gives you. Instantly, it angers you. You hated being pitied.
“Shut up and don’t look at me!” you hiss.
“Don’t do that.” Jungkook shakes his head with a sigh. “Don’t shut me out again.”
Jungkook wants to reach out and touch you, but he’s afraid that you’d attack him for real this time.
“Do you really think,” you wipe at your eyes bitterly. “that your parents would’ve allowed you to give everything you worked for…for me?” you scoff. “A slut who got herself pregnant-“
“I got you pregnant.” Jungkook interrupts. “Stop blaming yourself, Y/N. You didn’t do anything by yourself. I loved you more than going to fucking college.”
You scoff and shake your head. “You don’t get it, Kook. Do you really think I wanted you to do that?”
Before Jungkook has the chance to get further into his own head and jump through conclusions, you continue.
“Do you really think I wanted you to give up everything you worked hard for? For me?
Watching Jungkok with his family, from afar, was enough for you to come to the conclusion that you’d keep this pregnancy to yourself; at least for now. Even now, you recall the way your stomach sunk at the look on Jungkook’s face. He’s holding up his diploma as he takes pictures alongside his parents. There’s several medals around his neck and even an award in his hand.
Jungkook wasn’t like you - you thought it right there. Jungkook had two parents that loved him. He had parents that were proud of him. His own mother had tears in her own eyes as she stared at her son so lovingly.
Proudly.
“Cheer up!” Ava exclaimed, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. She shakes you a bit. She doesn’t know about your pregnancy, nor does she know just who you’re staring at. “We actually passed!”
“Thanks to Jungkook.” Lia giggled on the other side of you. “College is going to be hard without him. We sure as hell ain't going where he is.”
You felt your stomach churn at the mention of Jungkook. To your friends, he was nothing but a nerd you used to get what you wanted out of him, and in a way he was. However, you hadn’t told them how your heart felt whenever you were around him. You hadn’t told them how funny Jungkook actually was, and smarter than he even shows.
Your friends didn’t know about you sneaking away from them to visit Jungkook in his bedroom. How your heart felt as he held you all night - how you wished you’d stay but forced yourself to leave even before the sun came up.
Your friends didn’t know that you preferred the company of Jungkook over theirs.
“Yeah.” you murmur. “We aren’t.”
Now, Jungkook stares at you. You’re breathing so heavily and for the first time, you actually feel like just a bit of weight is coming off of your shoulders.
“Look at everything you’ve accomplished.” you wave your hand around at the estate - at everything, truly. “The business. The success. Do you really think you’d have it if you hadn’t left?”
The question has Jungkook stunned. He’s silent, pondering on it. Would he, he thinks, have it all? You were the main cause of his success. You leaving him gave him the drive he needed to be where he was today. It was an action he took to prove to you that he was worthy, even if he never saw you again.
Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, his heart jumping in his chest.
“No, right?” you run a hand over your hair, chuckling a bit. Bitterly. “You wouldn’t.”
“I wouldn’t have cared, either.” Jungkook responds. “I would have been fine going to community college. Or nowhere at all if it meant I could have stayed with you.”
You feel that ping in your chest again. It’s the same feeling you felt all those years ago while in Jungkook’s room. The way he looked in your eyes and told you that you didn’t have to do this. It’s a feeling you’ve never felt until that moment, you recall. The softness in his voice and the genuine look in his eye.
“Jinah wouldn’t be here.” you mumble. Jungkook wasn't getting it, you think, or at least not in the way you need him to.
Jungkook is silent once more.
Jinah.
Taking a deep breath, Jungkook feels that wave of exhaustion flows through him once more.
“Stay here tonight.” Jungkook pleads. “And don’t leave this time.”
You knit your brows. “What do you mean?”
“You always leave. Everytime.” Jungkook murmurs. “Like you did the first time. In my bedroom. You leave before we have the chance to actually talk.”
You bite your lip. Now wasn’t the time for you to bottle your emotions and mask them underneath slick remarks.
“I want us to talk when we’re both level headed. Right now…let’s just eat. As a family.”
Jungkook steps out into the hallway and presses a hand onto your shoulder. He peers down at you, tilting his head just a bit. His eyes are curious. He wants to know what you’re thinking. He wants to ask everything - how was your pregnancy? How did you find out it was a boy? Did you have him naturally? Jungkook couldn’t imagine how you felt in labor, alone without him there to comfort you.
Jungkook’s lips are warm against your head. Your shoulders slump a bit, a sudden calmness overcoming you.
Ji-tae watches from the corner. Jinah is behind him. She’s confused, maybe even a bit upset at how irate her father appeared. She looks up at him with similarly dark eyes, her clothes ruined by attempting to keep up with him in eating.
“Are they fighting?” Jinah whispers.
“We gotta go sit down.” was Ji-tae’s response just as Jungkook lifts his lips from your forehead. “I bet you can’t beat me to the table.”
Jinah instantly forgets the yelling just down the hall and runs as fast as her legs could bring her. Ji-tae glances back at you - the sight of you and Jungkook. His mind races with questions that he himself wishes he had the answers to. Instead, he turns on his feels and strolls after Jinah, assuring she got to the table right before he had.
Jinah talks - and talks, and talks. It makes the dinner table feel a bit less awkward. Her main fascination now was Ji-tae - the new boy who was older, but not yet a man like her father. She asked question after question and it’s Jungkook who’s impressed by how patient he was. He answers all of her questions while Jinah sits with dirtied designer clothes and stained cheeks.
You’re a bit amused - and maybe even a little content - with watching Jinah and Ji-tae, even if she doesn’t fully comprehend who he is just yet. She invites him to her ballet recital, stating that he could sit front row alongside you and her dad. At first she was disappointed with hearing “I’ll try”, but it subsides when Ji-tae tells her it would depend if he was done with his gymnastic meets. As if on queue, her - and Jungkook’s - ears perk. The younger girl goes on and on without taking as much as a breath in how she too takes gymnastics - how she flips and always lands on her feet; unlike the other girls her age.
“Can I go?!” Jinah then turns to Jungkook - because she always did. There wasn’t anything she couldn’t get out of him, her matching eyes staring longingly at him until he eventually gave in.
“I don’t think-” was all Jungkook could get out before her eyes began to water rather dramatically. Jinah knew that her father was leading up to a no, and a young girl with a closet just for her dolls, designer clothing and a tea set imported from Europe wasn’t accustomed to anything that wasn’t yes.
“You can come.” Ji-tae speaks up. “On one condition.”
Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief when Jinahs eyes - that coincidently appears dry now - turns to Ji-tae.
“Con..di..shon.” Jinah squints her eyes. She doesn’t know what that means.
“Condition. Like…a promise.” Ji-tae takes another bite of the steak. It happened to be his second plate right when you and Jungkook arrived. “When I come in first place, you cheer louder than everyone there.”
It’s you that rolls your eyes - Ji-tae was always competitive, a trait he didn’t get from you as you couldn’t care less about coming on top. “It’s a local competition, so she won’t be kicked out.”
You learned the hard way when Ji-tae was 10. To think of the amount of money you spent leading up to the competition, you’d be able to cheer.
Jungkook watches the way Jinah lifts her pinky as if she was signing a contract. He glances your way to find you’re already looking at him and he thinks maybe things are going to be alright - at least in this moment.
Currently, Ji-tae lays in the large bed in Jungkook’s home. He’s wearing headphones, his eyes staring right on the ceiling. His mind is clouded a bit, drifting to everything that he’s learned all in one day. He thinks of your and Jungkook’s conversation that you hadn’t known he was listening to, how you stated you didn’t have the things Jungkook had. He thinks of the pictures that were lining the living room walls of Jinah in different stages - gymnastics, ballet, her first days of pre-school and kindergarten.
Ji-tae even notices other pictures of families, but his eyes don't linger on them for longer than he needed to.
Ji-tae stirs when the dim room begins to brighten. He removes the headphones from around him and lifts up from his laying position to look towards the door.
Jinah’s so small as she peers in. She opens it more once she realizes that Ji-tae is already up.
She’s holding something in her hands when she comes deeper in. Ji-tae sets the headphones beside him and goes towards the lamp on the end table and turns it on.
“Ice cream.” Jinah murmurs quietly as this was one of her biggest secrets once her father went to bed. She’s none the wiser about the cameras in the home, nor does Jungkook ever scold her about her late night ice cream adventures.
Ji-tae is amused when Jinah holds out the ice-cream for him. It’s wrapped in white wrapping and instantly, he knows it’s a drumstick. He takes it from her small hands. “Thanks.” he whispers to her.
Jinah settles onto the bed, her legs crossed as she messily opens the ice cream, a few of the roasted peanuts falling onto her pajamas and onto the bed.
You sit on Jungkook’s bed, your eyes lingering on his back. It flexes each time he moves his arms as he dries his hair. You had showered after dinner when he was getting Jinah ready for bed, and as he did, you had spoken to Ji-tae about spending the night, assuring that in the morning you’d get him a change of clothes and her gym bag.
“I think he hates me.”
Jungkook turns around to face you. You’re already watching him. He thinks you look cute when you wear his clothing, now only being in an oversize shirt as you didn’t have any of your own clothes here.
“Ji-tae doesn’t hate you.” you say to him. “Why do you feel that way?”
Jungkook strolls towards the right of the room and back towards the bathroom. He hands his towel to dry before returning. “I don’t know, really.” he admits. “I might just be projecting. I mean…I’d hate me if I was him.”
“Come here.” you gesture for Jungkook to take a seat besides you. He’s only wearing underwear, prepared for bed. You want to do just that, but you also know Jungkook wouldn’t be able to sleep if his mind was so hell-bent on telling him he was hated by a 13 year old.
Jungkook does. You face him as he sits down, your eyes take in his face, to his bare chest.
You take a deep breath. For a moment, you are both silent. Jungkook knits his brows a bit - it looks like you want to say something, but it appears to be troubling you. There’s a slight grimace on your face.
“I’m sorry.” you mumble.
Jungkook blinks.
Then, Jungkook blinks again. He blinks a total of five times.
His eyebrows soften. “That took a lot out of you, huh?” he snickers, his lips twitching.
The snarky side of you would’ve snapped at him by now, something that wouldn’t have offended him entirely because he loves it, but you note that it wasn’t the time for that. Jungkook, after having some time to think over your words, had calmed down from earlier.
“I’m sorry, too.”
“For what?” you ask. “You didn’t do anything.”
Unless you count the way he spoke to you after not seeing you for 13 years. Or how unprofessional the relationship you and he had as boss and “assistant”. The list could go on - how he talked about you to his closest friends that he met in college, said friends that now despise you without even truly knowing you. How he had resentment towards you that caused him to take it out on every woman afterwards.
It isn’t Jungkook’s proudest moments.
“You had to go through it all alone, right?” Jungkook questions. “I can be upset with you for how things happened, but I can also try to put myself in your shoes.”
You hated being sentimental. It was a weird feeling - different than the sexual tension that Jungkook fucked out of you. That was easier than sitting here right now underneath his gaze. Your throat begins to ache and your heart does the annoying jolting again.
“I would’ve stayed.” Jungkook repeats his words from earlier.
“That would’ve been dumb.” you snort, glancing away from him to further avoid his gaze. “You would’ve stayed with the bitch that used you?”
Your foot begins to bounce slightly.
“You were too kind, Kook.” you say. “You let me use you and-”
“Was I not a willing participant?” Jungkook interrupts you. He leans closer to you, reaching out to gently poke your cheek. “You speak as if you took advantage of me, Y/N. I did your homework because I wanted to. I skipped classes because I wanted to.”
When you finally turn back towards Jungkook, you find that his own eyes are already waiting for you.
You exhale. “I thought you would’ve found a girlfriend in college.” you attempt to change the subject. “Someone nice.”
“I did.” Jungkook replies.
You furrow your brows. “Oh?” you ask. You’re unsure how to feel - even if you know you don’t deserve to feel anything at all.
Jungkook tilts his head. “Didn’t work out.” he murmurs.
You swallow. “Why not?”
Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “She was too nice.” he responds. “Isn’t that fucked up? It didn’t work out because she was too nice?” he snorts. “I was an asshole in college. I’ve built up resentment towards you without even realizing that I was trying to find you in every woman I involved myself with. Too nice, not nice when it mattered, too submissive. I was just never satisfied.”
Again, you feel it. This time, it’s a feeling you’ve felt before when Jungkook, as teenagers, stated that he didn’t talk to other girls; something you hadn’t felt in a long time.
“What about you? Have you dated anyone?”
“Y-Yeah.” you nod. “Not long. Only one guy.”
“What happened?” Jungkook doesn’t want to think about someone else having you.
“Stole from me.” you reply quickly. “Called me a crazy bitch on his way out. Stealing from me meant he was also stealing from Ji-tae. After that, I realized I didn’t have time to date. I stopped.” You shrugged your shoulders just as he did. “It’s always just been Ji-tae and I.”
Jungkook doesn’t say anything. He tries to imagine what you’d look like pregnant, even as young as you were. What you’d look like holding a young boy's hands and navigating the world when you yourself were so young.
“This has to be a lot to take in at such a young age.”
You nod your head in agreement. You want to talk to Ji-tae again in the morning. He’s punctual and waking up in a new environment would surely throw off his routine, but Jungkook does have a home gym you were sure he didn’t mind him using.
You hum to yourself, your mind drifting a bit before Jungkook speaks again.
“I want him to talk to a therapist.”
You blink.
“I know someone. He’s a friend of mine,” Jungkook begins. “from college. He’s the best in the city, too. I think it’ll be good for all of us.”
You find yourself inhaling again. “I think so, too.” you agree. “Hopefully whatever we say is confidential.” you tease - only a bit, because you did want some form of privacy if you were going to be speaking to a therapist.
Jungkook snorts. “Joon’s professional.” he assures. “He takes his job and license seriously. Plus, he’s a genuine friend of mine. He’s one of the few that doesn’t hate you.”
Jungkook stiffens a bit when he realizes he’s said too much. He watches your expression change for a moment, before it flickers back to the more stoic one he remembers.
“I mean-”
“I know what you mean.” you interrupt. “So…how much of a bitch did you tell them I was to you?”
You’re staring so intently at him, but you appear so calm. Jungkook doesn’t know if you’re upset with him, or toying with him like you enjoy doing.
“Did you tell them how obsessed you were with me?” you murmur. It’s right then that Jungkook sees it, that twinkle in your eyes. “I bet they tried hooking you up with girls, right?”
You adjust yourself to turn fully towards Jungkook, his oversize shirt hiking up your thighs just a bit to offer him a peak of what's beneath it - which isn’t anything at all. His shoulders relax just a bit, his eyes blinking away from your smooth thighs back to your eyes.
Softly, Jungkook nods his head.
Your lips curl upwards just a bit and it excites him. He feels a shudder run up his spine, the hair on his arm rising as goosebumps break out.
“I can’t wait to meet them.”
You move fast - or maybe Jungkook just doesn’t care to react. You climb right into his lap, sitting directly against his clothed crotch and he immediately wants to remove his underwear to feel you fully.
Your hands settle on his chest a bit, your eyes watching the way your fingers trace along the tattoo on his chest. You tilt your head just a bit just as Jungkook’s hands settle onto your waist.
“Did you tell them the wicked bitch from your past return? Or am I a secret?”
Jungkook doesn’t intend to hide the truth from you. “Secret.” he responds. He knows his friends. You haven’t been a topic to them for years now, but when you were they didn’t have anything nice to say. Namjoon, like he stated, was neutral. He attempted to see things from your point of view, even if he didn’t have it. He came up with his own conclusions to not fully demonize you, a teenage girl.
Jimin, however, couldn’t be convinced. Upon immediately meeting Jungkook, the shy freshman with soft eyes that kept to himself, he thought of you as a lion that preyed on a lamb. His attempts in meeting different girls in college had gone down the drain, but it didn’t mean he ever stopped. He was ecstatic in knowing that Jungkook had a child on the way and prayed that it would work out with Jinah’s mother.
It didn’t.
However, Jimin wasn’t one to quit.
Hoseok was uninterested in you, but brought you up the most as the years dragged on. He couldn’t understand how one girl could have his friend act in such a way.
“How would they react if you told them?”
Your fingers tap upwards to his collarbone, to his neck.
“I bet they were hoping you’d get over me, too.”
“They’ll get over it.” Jungkook grabs your hand into his own. He brings it to his lips to press soft kisses onto your fingertips. “They have to, right? You aren’t going anywhere.”
It’s a settled statement, not a question in sight. He’s telling you directly as calmly as he could.
“What was your pregnancy like?”
You blink.
Jungkook watches the way your expression shifts, your eyebrows knitting together. “My…pregnancy?”
“Yeah.” Jungkook nods curtly. “Did it go easily?”
The shift in conversation takes you by surprise, but you try not to dwell on it. “Um,” your mind races in order to think back to your pregnancy years ago. “I remember being exhausted. All Tae did was kick nonstop.”
Jungkook wants to envision it; you pregnant, your stomach forming as the months go on. The more he thinks of it, the sadder he gets - as pathetic it sounds - to not experience it alongside you.
“I was always hungry. I thought I’d get these weird cravings, you know?” you tell him and Jungkook listens intently, intrigued by it all while you sit in his lap. “But I didn’t. I would eat while walking around the house because that seemed to calm him down a bit.”
“Did you want a boy?”
Jungkook’s question brings you back to that time all those years ago. It reminds you of how lonely you felt without your friends - without him. All of your doctor visits were held in the next town over to assure - as your mother requested - you wouldn’t be seen by anyone she knew. Almost rarely did she attend with you.
It was moments like that, you sitting alone in the small space, that you ask yourself what it would’ve been like if you had told Jungkook. Or anyone else.
You stare with squinting eyes at the screen, your heart jolts against your chest at how weird it felt to see the fetus right inside of you.
You pondered if she was judging you, someone so young and without anyone to accompany her. She was nice, you recall, always smiled at you and even asked if you wanted to know the gender at a different appointment.
You hadn’t thought about the gender much - not until that day. At your uncertainty, she had given you an envelope and it takes you exactly 2 weeks to open it.
You weren’t sure exactly what you were afraid of - you were doing this regardless. Did you want a girl? That would be easier seeing as you yourself were one. You knew what it was like to be a girl living in this world. You knew how the world operated - for the most part - and you could teach her things your mother hadn’t taught you. You could show her the affection you wished you had, even right at that moment.
You remember the way you cried upon opening the envelope and reading “It’s a boy!” written neatly on it. You weren’t sure why you were crying. You hadn’t cried in months, but yet there you sat in your own bedroom, bawling at the thought of raising a boy all on your own.
“Yeah. I did.” you answer Jungkook truthfully. “I cried,” you snorted to yourself. “but then…I was happy. It’s just been Ji-tae and I ever since. We grew up together.”
Jungkook smiles at that. His fingers tap along your waist as he thinks about you and Ji-tae - you holding his smaller hands in yours. You holding him to your chest, him learning how to walk and talk similar to how he and Jinah were.
“I know what I did wasn’t right.”
You lean closer to Jungkook until your forehead touches his and your nose glides against one another. Jungkook’s heart races at how close you and he are. It appeared that no matter how many times he’s had you, you always had the ability to make his heart race as if he was the same teenage boy from his youth.
“But…” you murmur. Your lips are nearly touching his. “...I don’t want you to hate me.”
In that moment, Jungkook feels you shift in his lap and press yourself against his (embarrassingly hard) cock. It’s easier to feel you as you weren’t wearing anything underneath his shirt.
“I don’t hate you.” Jungkook answers almost instantly, his lips parting a bit. “You know I don’t.”
“Hm,” your hands trail teasingly behind his neck, and when you do so Jungkook has no choice but to shudder. “I know.”
Your lips capture his and he takes it all in needily. Instantly, his hold onto your waist tightens as you kiss him, growing more lewd by the second.
Your fingers trail into his hair, lightly tugging at them as Jungkook’s hands slide upwards and underneath the shirt to touch your soft skin. His tongue suckles onto yours, moaning into your mouth helplessly.
“Where do we go from here?” you say against his lips. Your body feels so hot and Jungkook’s hands on you doesn’t help.
“Where do you want it to go?” murmurs Jungkook in response.
There’s another light tug on Jungkook’s hair, one that feels good to the touch. Maybe because you were the one doing it.
“I thought I didn’t have a choice.”
Jungkook inhales your scent. It’s clean and simple, nothing too dramatic. He can feel his cock twitch to be free from its barrier and feel you. His hands slide up your sides until they’re right underneath your breast.
“I don’t want you to go.” Jungkook says, pecking your lips, then sending kisses down your jaw. “I want you both here with me and Jinah.”
You hum, deciding to deepen the kiss once more. Jungkooks’s hands tighten their grip on you, sliding up until they’re gripping your breast entirely. Your nipples hard instantly and you couldn’t help but groan into his mouth.
“You aren’t making it easier for me.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “I think you know what you’re doing.”
You’re amused. “What am I doing exactly?” you ask, but you know the teasing tone in your voice followed by the way you slightly grind against him that it’s obvious.
“That,” Jungkook sighs. “you’re torturing me, right now. You always liked doing that.”
You did. As much as you enjoyed doing it, Jungkook enjoyed being on the receiving end of it. His thumbs press against your hardened nipples, twirling them slowly, his dark eyes watching you.
“You’re supposed to be madder at me right now.” you voice. Leaning away from Jungkook, he immediately misses your warmth, but his hands settle on your waist. “You’re too forgiven.”
Jungkook takes a deep breath. For a moment, he watches you. It’s hard being upset with you when you’re already in his lap and he can feel just how wet you are, even through his underwear. It makes it harder when he does hear things from your point of view, something Namjoon had insisted he do plenty of times before, even when he didn’t have it. While he went years building resentment for you while simultaneously trying to find you in every woman he sought out, you were raising a child on your own.
Jungkook isn’t sure what he thought your life would be, truly. He assumed you’ve gone to college elsewhere and found someone else as weak as him. He assumed you used your abilities to get yourself somewhere far, far away from it all.
“You’re thinking too hard again.”
Your voice brings him back to reality. He blinks once, then twice.
“I am mad.” Jungkook murmurs.
“Oh?” you tilt your head, peering down at him.
Jungkook feels his heart jolt.
“I’m mad you didn’t tell me, but you already knew that.” Jungkook continues. “I’m mad you did it all alone.”
“And what else?”
Jungkook isn’t sure what you’re doing by asking him this. What more did you want to hear from him? As long as he’s known you, there has to be some way for you to further toy with him. He’s sure of it when you grasp the end of his shirt and pull it over your head, removing the last piece of clothing until you’re fully naked on top of him.
“I’m mad you m-made me waste unnecessary time.”
“Did I?” you snicker, more amused by the slight stutter in his words. Your fingers tap along Jungkook’s chest, dipping lower and lower. “Maybe you should blame yourself, too. I couldn’t have been hard to find, right?”
You don’t blame Jungkook in the slightest and you were truly just talking for the sake of it.
When you read his abdomen, Jungkook can feel his cock flinch desperately.
“I wanted to.” Jungkook admits, a tint on his cheeks. “Jimin told me not to.”
“Jimin…” you say his name far too sweet for Jungkook’s liking. “...a friend of yours?”
Jungkook nods.
“What does he think about me?”
Your fingers are now at the band of his underwear, the calvin klein lettering looking back up at you.
“Jimin…holds grudges…” Jungkook licks his lips. “But he doesn’t know you, just-”
“Knows what you told him?” you finish the sentence. “I’m fine with that.”
Your fingers dig into his underwear and right as you lift yourself off of him, you peel them down. Embarrassingly, Jungkook’s cock shoots up, tip red and angry.
Swallow, Jungkook murmurs, “I thought about you a lot. But…”
You allow Jungkook to speak. His underwear stops at his knees and he wiggles them off until he’s fully free of them.
“...I still resented you. Hoseok didn’t make it any better.”
You allow Jungkook to speak, grasping his cock in your palm and centering it at your entrance. You watch his face entirely.
“He told me to take my frustration from you out on other girls.”
Jungkook’s lips part, letting out a sharp breath when he feels the tip slide between your lips. So wet and warm, fully engulfing him entirely.
“Go on.” you encourage, your tone strangely sweet that Jungkook does.
“I tried. I told you the relationship didn't work out.” Jungkook murmurs. “Every hookup, all I could think about was you.”
There it was, Jungkook thinks, the twinkle in your eyes as he speaks. He thinks his words are fueling your own ego. Your walls squeeze around the tip immediately as you enter it and Jungkook shudders.
“Tell me more.”
And Jungkook does. He says it all - how he resented you for making him feel that way. How even after years away from you, all he could think about was the way you made him feel. He tells you how he became unrecognizable to himself, someone he didn’t recognize when he looked in the mirror - and he blamed it all on you. Blaming it on someone made it easier for him to get through life, even if he knew that it made him as pathetic as you called him.
Your thighs cage Jungkook in as he speaks, your hips rising and falling. You go faster and faster with each admission, your eyes focusing on the way Jungkook’s flutter and his lips part to let out satisfied moans.
“What do you feel now, Kookie?” you couldn’t help but ask. Your hands settle onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin without a care. Jungkook finds the stinging pain pleasurable.
It’s hard to speak with the way you were taking him, rising and falling onto his cock so well. Your breasts bounce in his face and it’s right here that Jungkook thinks he’s in heaven.
“I love fucking you.” Jungkook gasps, his hands grabbing your waist in an attempt to slow you down, but if anything it feeds you. You grind against his cock, groaning with how deep inside of you it is. “I love having you close to me again.”
“You sound-”
“Pathetic?” Jungkook answers for you with a whimper. “I know.”
Nothing about what Jungkook was going through - and what he’s openly admitting - was admirable. He was everything you told him he was. And, at the moment, he hadn’t cared. Instead, his focus was on the way your pussy squeezes around his cock so lovingly, sinking him into the pleasured abyss, his tip slamming against that sweet spot he’s grown to love.
“I love being around you.” Jungkook has to stop you himself by lifting you off of him. His breath quickens and for a moment, he squeezes his eyes shut. He didn’t want to cum - not yet.
“Too much?” you murmur, hovering above him. “Everytime you get sentimental, you act like you can’t handle it.”
“I can handle it just fine.” Jungkook retorts. “Maybe I just want to savor it.” he says.
Much to your dismay - partially - Jungkook flips the two of you. Your back hits the bed, but only a second goes by before he flips you once more, your chest pressed firmly against the bed.
“Knowing how you like to do things.” Jungkook retorts right behind you, and before you could snap back at him like he knows you would, his cock is entering you.
As if on instinct, your thighs part, needing to feel more of him inside of you. Your lips part and as hard as you try, you couldn’t help the moan that falls pass them.
“Never know when you’ll get up and run away.” Jungkook snaps his hips forwards, a hand falling right besides your head, the other onto your waist to keep you right where he needs you. “You’re good for that, you know?”
Jungkook starts at a steady pace, his eyes fluttering with how well you feel around his cock. He doesn’t get tired of this - of you.
“Fuck you.” you hiss just as your hands grip the sheets beneath you tightly.
Then, Jungkook’s pace quickens. Who was he not to give you what you were desperately asking of him? His cocks pumps into you deeply, his stamina never wavering. The sight of you alone has his heart racing. You look so beautiful beneath him, your back arched just a bit, your thighs pushed apart to allow more of him in. It was perfect.
“But those days are behind us, right? You won’t be running anymore.” Jungkook huffs, lowering himself to press a kiss against your back.
You bite the inside of your cheek harshly, your eyes fluttering. Jungkook always has this switch to him. One moment, you’d be in control of it all, then the next he was. It was a healthy contrast to his younger self who allowed you to do whatever. It reminds you now that he was indeed a man.
As much as Jungkook was torturing himself with pulling out right as he was about to cum, he’s torturing you just as much. You’re a trembling mess beneath him, only the tip still in your clenching hole. He’s only a bit smug with how fucked out you are right now, loving the way your body flinches and your pussy squeezes at him, wanting more.
“You look so pretty like this.” Jungkooks coos, allowing his cock to push deeper inside of you and on instinct, your hips buck. A straggled moan passes through your lips. “It’s so different to see you compliant.”
Your pussy is already so wet and with each stretch, a sloppy squelch dances through Jungkook’s ears. It’s something he’d never get tired of. He pushes the rest of his cock in, burying it to the hilt. Your back arches and your fingers are tightly fisted into the bedsheets. A part of you is grateful that Jungkook’s home is as cheap as your apartment. The walls aren’t as thin and behind the thick, mahogany door you couldn’t hear anything.
Witnessing the way your pussy takes all of him, Jungkook couldn’t help but licks his lips. Your body is so flushed, your thighs shaking and he cannot see your face, but he knows by now what you look like - glossy eyes and fucked out expression; his favorite.
“You tapping out?” Jungkook chuckles, thrusting out just to push back into you once more. He enjoys the sight of your ass slamming against him. “Can’t handle it?”
Jungkook isn’t slow in fucking you this time. He’s tortured you - and himself - enough. He doesn’t give you a chance to give him a snappy response, and instead beats you to it. Each thrust has your body crashing against the bed, a moan - sometimes a high-pitched squeal - following immediately after. He thinks how perfect you are beneath him - how much he doesn’t want this to end. Your pussy is so wet that it captivates him entirely, plunging in and out of you roughly as you beg him for more - deeper, harder, faster.
You don’t have anything catty to say to the man, nothing besides sobs of pleasures. Maybe Jungkook won this one, you think, but there'll be many more battles that you’ll overcome. Until then, you allow your hips to meet Jungkook’s thrusts. Your pussy spasms, arousal pooling down your thighs filthily.
“Theeere you go,” Jungkook groans. His left hand slides from your waist slowly, leaving goosebumps behind them. He stops at your neck and roughly grasps it and hoists you up against his chest. His pumps don't stop as his lips press against your ear. He nibbles on it teasingly before his tongue licks along it. “I know you can take it just fine, baby.”
From your neck, Jungkook’s hand softens as it glides down to your chest. He squeezes a breast into his palm possessively, all the way his tongue falls to your neck.
“Feel how wet you are.”
You do without hesitation - another part to Jungkook for how submissive you were being. You’re embarrassed by how right he is, your thighs coated with your own arousal. His cock pumps more out with each thrust. Your fingers twirl around your clit as your orgasm approaches closer. Your body falls limp against Jungkook’s.
Squeezing your breast again, Jungkook grumbles, “You aren’t going anywhere.”
Jungkook knows that no matter how demanding and monotonous he speaks, deep down, there’s the same pathetic teenage boy you remember. The same one who watched you from afar and wished, that even if once, you’d talk to him again. He needs to hear you say it, so he tells you to. “Say it.”
You let go, juices pulling onto your fingers as Jungkook sloppily thrusts forward - deeper and deeper, hitting that sweet spot so well.
“Say you’re not going to leave.” Jungkook nearly begs into your neck, his stomach forming into knots.
You do, the simple “I’m not going to leave you” that has his pathetic heart fluttering. At that moment is when Jungkook cums, spilling so much inside of you that it knocks him unconscious immediately afterwards.
Jungkook is groggy when he awakes. He isn’t sure what time it is or how long he’s been asleep for - and for a few seconds, he forgets what day it is. Then, nearly all at once, does he remember exactly what’s happened the day prior.
Jungkook also remembers you fucking him to sleep, so much so that he couldn’t do his nightly workout session.
Reaching out his arms, Jungkook feels his heart jolt at how empty the bed feels. His eyes attempt to adjust and when they do, he finds that he’s alone, the large bed holding no trace of you. At first, he doesn’t know what to think or how to react - then his mind jumps into multiple scenarios.
You left him - again. You fucked him to sleep and took the first moment you could to get the fuck out of there, taking Ji-tae with you. Of course, there’s only so far you could go, but it’s the first thought that comes to mind.
Then, however, Jungkook notices the faint smell of cinnamon. It eases his heart just a bit that he notices that his bedroom door is cracked just a bit.
Within 15 minutes, Jungkook is washed up and takes the long hallway down to the kitchen. He hears running water and when he rounds the corner, he sees you.
“Well you’re finally awake.” you say, glancing up from the plates you were scrubbing.
Jungkook takes a deep breath, watching you long enough that you look up at him and catch his eye.
“Rough night?” you’re teasing him. The smile that forms onto your lips is enough for him to know that.
Jungkook hums, deciding to enter the kitchen instead of lingering in the entry way. His eyes scan the scenery and inhale the cinnamon smell once more.
Jungkook swallows, feeling a fluttery sensation in his stomach.
You hadn’t left him, he thinks. Instead, you’re still here. You’re cleaning up what was cooked for breakfast, a meal he’s obviously missed, and you’re dressed for the day.
You hadn’t left him. You cooked. You’re still here. You’re teasing him.
“You made breakfast.” states Jungkook, deciding that if he didn’t come back to reality soon, he’d probably confuse you.
“Your plate’s in the microwave. Didn’t want to wake you.”
You woke before anyone, but you weren’t surprised when Ji-tae was the next person up. You had managed to drive home, grab more than a few items that he’d need to start his own day, before returning.
Jinah was the next one up. Her hair was a mess and at the sound of pancakes, she’s wide awake.
“Jinah’s with Ji-tae.” you say as you place a plate onto the drying rack. “I told him he could use your treadmill. He usually runs every morning.”
Jungkook’s eyes glanced around the kitchen once more. He supposed that explains items being out that he’s positive you wouldn’t use - like the chocolate flavor protein powder.
“Is that fine?”
Jungkook blinks back at you. Your eyes are on him, this time scrubbing a pan.
“Of course.” Jungkook responds coolly. “I hope Jinah isn’t annoying him,” he says. He goes towards the microwave and opens it to find the stack of pancakes - blueberry; Jinah’s favorite. “She grows attached quickly.”
You should know, Jungkook thinks, as she grew fond of you quicker than he expected.
You snicker. You have to admit that Ji-tae fits the role of the older brother perfectly and watching the two of them does something to your heart. It was him who cut her pancakes when she asked and at the sight of Ji-tae adding extra syrup to his pancakes, she insisted that she wanted the same.
“Tae’s fine.” you tell Jungkook. You’re rinsing the last pan. “She hasn’t left his side yet. They actually look so cute~”
Jungkook scarfs down the pancakes when you remember. The two of you remained in a comfortable silence in the kitchen as he ate. You make your way towards the island where your bag sits. You rummage through it.
“I went home while you were asleep. Grab some things for Tae.” you start. “Thought…you’d wanted these.”
Jungkook licks his lips. His eyebrows furrow a bit when you hold up a black album. Immediately Jungkook notices it’s a photo album
Jungkook’s eyes meet yours for a moment. You look…nervous?
Jungkook grabs the album from your hands. It’s black with a gold band outlining it.
“I know pictures can’t make up 13 years but…” you trail off. You can feel your heart in your chest now. Still, you’re unsure why you’re feeling this way. There weren’t anything but pictures throughout the years, and yet you feel as though you want the world to swallow you whole right now.
Jungkook opens the album, his eyes falling on the first picture. It’s of you - the you he remembers 13 years ago. You’re so young, he thinks, laying in the hospital bed sporting the gown. In your chest is a small infant, curled up. Your hands cradle him close and at the sight, Jungkook swallows thickly.
“My mom took that picture.” you murmur, glancing at the photo across from him. “He actually came a few weeks early. I was actually so relieved,” you snickered. “all he did was move and kick constantly.
Jungkook goes through the photo album, witnessing the way Ji-tae - and you - age. First birthdays, to first days of school. Award ceremonies at school, to his gymnastic meets - a sense of pride goes through Jungkook when he notices that Ji-tae was always first in everything.
The most recent picture in there is one of him this year, his final school picture before he’d be entering High School. He stares at the picture of the boy that’s so close to him now that shares the same dark eyes and smile.
You watch the way Jungkook’s eyes are nearly unblinking the entire time, flipping through the pictures. A few of them you explain - like Ji-tae participating in gymnastics, or the time he won so many awards at school that you treated him an entire day at the arcade, something you saved up for.
“Are you okay?” you couldn’t help but ask, causing Jungkook to blink a few times. He hadn’t talked much and now, all he had been doing was staring at the school picture in front of him.
“Is it…too much?”
You were afraid to hear what Jungkook had to say. A part of you feels bad for having him and Ji-tae find out the way they did. You understood the decision wasn’t only yours and in the end, it was Ji-tae that lost out on a paternal figure. The other part of you - the stubbornness that Jungkook knows all too well - doesn’t feel the same. Could you look at yourself the same if you knew Jungkook would have given up everything he worked hard for to stay with you?
You thought giving Jungkook an insight of what it was like, even if it was just a small fraction of it, would be a start. Now-
“You’re all he has.”
Jungkook’s words replay in your mind - over and over again.
“And he was all you had, too.” Jungkook murmurs. He closes the album and finally looks up at you. “I understand now why he thinks I’m taking advantage of you.”
“He doesn't think that anymore.” you protest, but Jungkook cuts you off.
“If looks could kill, Y/N, I would’ve been dead the first time he saw me.” Jungkook isn’t upset, you note. He’s understanding - now more than ever. “He’s just protective over you.”
You take a deep breath, nodding your head. “I know…” you exhale. “I don’t want him to be. I want him to be a regular teenager and not worry about anything. But that’s Tae for you.”
“Can I keep these?” Jungkook asks, gesturing to the pictures.
“Y-Yeah.” you nod. Your body warms up and you have to look away from Jungkook in order to feel cool again.
You hadn’t realized Jungkook had rounded the island until you felt him. A pair of arms wrap around your shoulders.
“Kook-”
“Thank you.”
Ji-tae feels like, in a short amount of time, he’s grown well of hiding around corners to listen in on you and Jungkook. He watches the way Jungkook wraps you into an embrace that has you shocked. The way he whispers “Thank you” to you, followed by a “I want us to be a family”.
Ji-tae listens in for a bit longer. He studies the way you couldn’t hold Jungkook’s gaze before you’re looking away from him nervously, but you find his kisses inviting. You tell him that you aren’t sure if it’s something he - Ji-tae - would want so soon. You don’t want to change everything he’s known overnight. “Whenever he’s ready.” was Jungkook’s response.
Ji-tae knows that he has to play it cool when Jinah’s feet paddle against the floor, coming closer and closer. When she reaches Ji-tae, her small hands grasp his and she says, “I found you!”
“You did.” Ji-tae hums, a low grin forming onto his lips. “I guess it’s my turn to count.”
“Lei,”
Lei looks up from her computer. She offers a kind smile.
“Mr. Park.” Lei stands, offering a head bow. “Welcome.”
Park Jimin offers the same smile her way, one that always has her stomach falling at how handsome he is.
“Is Mr. Jeon expecting you?” Lei asks.
“Not exactly.” Jimin giggles.
Behind Jimin stands a woman, her arms behind her back as she waits patiently for Jimin. Her hair is a golden brown and through the floor length windows behind her, it appears to glow. She’s model-like, Lei notes. Tall, slender, toned.
“Let me call him-”
Lei picks up the phone to dial her boss right on the top floor. Jungkook isn’t one to be stern, but he’s made it clear that he would need to be informed before anyone makes their way up.
“That won’t be necessary.” Jimin assures, placing a hand onto the desk. “I’ll give him a call on the way up, okay?”
Lei appears hesitant. She bites her lip, glancing between Jimin to the model-like woman behind him. She knows who he is. After being employed here for years, she’s well acquainted with those close to Mr. Jeon.
Jungkook and you have been nothing but unprofessional in his office. But you and he are on lunch break so it’s completely fine. You’re seated on his lap now, your once buttoned shirt now wide open for him. Your skirt is scrunched up at your hips. Your panties are soaked as they grind against his hardened cock.
Completely unprofessional for a boss and his assistant.
But it’s okay, because you’re also the mother of his son.
Jungkook’s tongue slurps and suckles against your hardened nipple, his thumb and index finger tugging at the other one. His right arm is wrapped around your waist, his palm directly against your ass, encouraging you to grind harder against him.
“I can get more work done around here if you’d stop trying to fuck me so much.”
But the way your hands grip at Jungkook's hair tells the true story. You didn’t want him to stop, and neither did he.
“Anyone would be happy to get paid to rub their pussy against me.” Jungkook retorts, popping your wet nipple from his lips.
Jungkook is right about that, but he also doesn’t have the chance to continue further due to the elevator sounding. He feels his head begin to hurt.
“How many times do I have to tell Lei?” he grumbles.
It takes you and Jungkook 2 minutes to get situated. It would’ve been faster if the man wasn’t hellbent on kissing you every few seconds, laughing against your lips while you attempted to button up your shirt.
Just as the elevator doors open, you’re already sitting at your desk.
Jungkook’s knowing smirk drops when he realizes who is behind the elevator doors.
“Well well,”
Your eyes follow the man that walks through, then at the woman behind him. Glancing at Jungkook, your eyebrows knit. He doesn’t look content in seeing either of them.
Jungkook stands from his seat. “What-”
“You’ve been ignoring all of my calls and texts.” the man tells Jungkook. “Hobi said he hasn’t heard from you, either.”
Jungkook takes a deep breath as he looks at a stern Park Jimin, one of his closest friends.
Seeing Jimin now wouldn’t be an issue, of course, if he hadn’t been avoiding him because of you and Ji-tae - mainly you.
Slowly, you and Jungkook were growing accustomed to being a family. It took two weeks for you to allow Ji-tae to occupy the spare room and make it his own. The first session with Namjoon was just a week ago, and tomorrow will be the second one.
Namjoon himself has been sworn into secrecy and had been speechless at the words Jungkook had told him over the phone. At times, he laughs at the look on Namjoon’s face when he comes to his home and actually see’s Ji-tae for the first time.
The events of last month had occupied Jungkook’s time to the point that he didn’t have time to answer Jimin’s blind date requests. He knew it was a matter of time before Jimin came to him himself.
“Mr. Jeon,” you say, standing at your desk and rounding it. Being professional with him is so out of the ordinary that it even surprises you. “should I get refreshments for you and your…guests?”
Jimin turns to you, allowing his eyes to trail the entirety of your body before meeting your eyes. “Hello.” he says, offering the same kind smile to you that he did to Lei. “I wasn’t aware you had an assistant now. My apologies.”
Jungkook watches the way Jimin holds out his hand for you to take. When you do, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand.
“Park Jimin,” the man says.
Jungkook watches the way your eyes flash with sudden realization. He licks his lips, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Park Jimin…” you hum back his name so sweetly that Jungkook knows it’s an act. Your eyes connect with his and you feel like it’s your lucky day. “...I’ve heard about you.”
Jimin snickers. “Have you?” he asks. “It’s a shame. My closest friend has kept me in the dark for months now.” he lets go of your hand and turns back to Jungkook. “So much so that I had to track him down myself.”
“Jimin,” Jungkook sighs. He didn’t have time for this now.
Jimin’s eyes trail along Jungkook’s desk, witnessing pictures of Jinah, the adorable little girl that has so much of Jungkook’s personality that sometimes he swears she was created in a lab. His eyes fall on another picture, one that has his eyes squinting.
Immediately, Jungkook notices where Jimin’s eyes are focused. It’s of Ji-tae and Jinah, a picture that has been taken recently by you. It’s become one of his favorite pictures with how excited the two of them look holding their own ice cream cones, double scooped with disgustingly good amounts of toppings and fudge on it that it drips down the cone entirely.
Before Jimin can question anything, Jungkook speaks. “Yes, refreshments would be nice.”
Jimin’s eyes snap upwards at Jungkook, before he turns back to you. Your heels click against the marble floor as you make your way towards the elevator.
“I didn’t get your name.” Jimin calls just as the elevator doors open.
“That’s right.” you smile, entering the elevator. “Y/N.” you tell him, pressing the button to the lobby. You had to say it was well worth it to watch the grin on Jimin’s lips falter almost immediately at the sound of your name.
so i wanted things to be wrapped up in 3 parts, but knowing me you guys will be waiting for another 6 months LMAO and i cannot have that
A night shift on your delivery girl job makes your life make a 180 spin, you cant believe where you got yourself involved in, will you lose everything you worked so hard for? Will Jungkook be there to catch you if you fall?
genre: mafia au, mafia!jungkook, dark comedy, really light story, no major warnings.
tropes: forced proximity, enemies to lovers, Jungkook is a lovesick puppy, yearning, found family, ot7