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The Arach (M)
|Masterlist|Ko-Fi|
Happy Birthday Jungkook!
Summary:
In a time of magic and gods. Of mythical creatures and sacrifices, you were to meet your fate. You were to be offered to the arach.
Genre: Smut, Celtic AU, Mythical/Supernatural, Crackish
Pairing: Dragon!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Situations, mentions of human sacrifice, claiming
Word Count: 6106
Vocab: tuath = tribe, ri = chief/king, fine = family, arach = dragon, filid = seer/soothsayers
For months the shadow of a great winged beast had passed over your tuath’s land, cows and sheep disappearing once every week since it’s appearance. Your father, the tuath’s ri, had sent your twin brother to fetch a druid once he caught wind of the first sighting.
You had been first in your tuath to see it, having been under the wing of the tuath’s bard for training. Just two more winters and your training would be complete.
You had been practicing the art of voice when the light of the midday sun was blocked, causing you to cast your gaze towards it. Your breath caught in your throat when golden scales shimmered in the day’s glow. Though hot on its tail were rolling dark clouds, thundering as they spread and trailed behind it. A storm. The beast had bought a storm with it. It wasn’t long before shouts filled the air, others finally noticing what was in the sky.
The sun was beginning it’s journey westward by the time your brother had returned with a druid in tow. The druid was bought into your father’s home to discuss the beast and its presence. As you were the first one to see the creature before the clouded sky obscured its silhouette, you had been allowed to join them. The priest was quick to tell you that the beast, the arach, was a good omen. One of fertile land and a good harvest as well bringing the power of mother earth with it since arachs were chosen by the gods to be the guardians of wisdom and the known world. And the fact it bought rain with it seemed to be further proof that the arach’s presence was a blessing.
The druid encouraged your father to make sure the arach stayed, and to make offerings; to turn a blind eye to any livestock that went missing and to send the beast sacrifices.
And so your father followed the advice given. He didn’t fuss over the odd sheep going missing, but when weapons and precious materials started disappearing, he started the practice of making sacrifices.
At first he sent the non-freeman, those who broke the tuath laws, only for them to return with heads bowed in shame and carrying a message:
“The arach wishes to be sent only young maidens who are of age but no younger than 18 winters.”
When word caught your ear of the demand, your stomach dropped. Yes, it was an honour to be sacrificed to a great being, but there was only few who fit the category of appropriate offerings. You were one of those few and since your father could not find you a willing suitor and your bard training soon to come to an end, it was highly likely you would be offered. Once you had finished your training, you would not be allowed to wed either. Your father and brother had been particularly desperate to find you a suitor before it was too late but all were driven away by your brash behaviour. A side effect of having no female figure in your life since your mother died in childbirth, just like the goddess Macha. A woman-turned-goddess who died while birthing twins, exhausted from being made to race against steeds by her husband.
You watched as once a month, a girl around your age would disappear into the forest, never to return. Then the day arrived. The day you were chosen for sacrifice. Your father had made a speech to the rest of the tuath about how it honoured him greatly to give up his only daughter to the arach. Your brother, on the other hand, pleaded for you to leave the tuath. To run to safety, even though it went against his own training as a soon to be druid himself. He could not bare to lose his only sister, his twin and other half. But you refused. Running away would bring a curse onto the tuath. You couldn’t let that happen. So with a heavy heart, your brother offered you the only protection he could offer: a prayer to Cernunnos before you entered the woodland to the east of your lands, to where the arach’s den laid.
“I don’t see why I need protection when crossing through the forest when the other sacrifices did not.” You complained while the elder women of your father’s fine fussed with your hair and clothing. You had to look presentable for your death.
They braided your hair, weaving freshly picked flora and beads into the intricacies they created. Designs that were memorized and passed down through generations. A torc adorned your neck, the gold resting heavily on your collar bones. As daughter of the ri, golden rings decorated your body. They proudly situated on your arms, wrists, fingers and ankles. You were dressed in purple floor length tunic, sleeves short as to showcase your golden bands. Intricate designs had been sown into the tunic in a lighter shade of purple while a simple gold chain girdle rested on your hips.
“It is Ostara, the day of the goddess Eostre, the animals and creatures are in rut. We need you to reach the arach untouched.”
You gulped, “Do… do you think I will remain untouched when I join mother in the Otherworld?”
Your brother placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, mindful of the hard work of the fine.
“Ask the filid when it is time for you to be offered. They will have the answer, I cannot see into the future.”
You stood in front of the forest, in the same place where the offerings before you had stood. The filid was beside you, a cloak around her shoulders, her hood down to show her painted face. The twisting patterns holding ancient meanings.
“Filid, may I ask, when I join my mother… will I be untouched?”
The filid gave you a gentle smile, “Do not worry about the Otherworld, arach silliin, you have the blood of Macha with you. It is time for you to meet your fate. Recite the prayer your brother gave you.”
With a shaky breath, you staightened your back, wishing your father would tell them to stop. You looked over to him only for him to give you a nod.
“G-God of the green, Lord of the forest, I offer you my s-s-sacrifice.” Your focus went back to the forest, “I ask you for your blessing. You are the man in the trees, the green man of the woods, who brings life to the dawning spring.” A light began to shine within the foliage, “You are the deer in rut, mighty Horned One, who roams the autumn woods, the hunter circling round the oak, the antlers of the wild stag, and the lifeblood that spills upon the ground each season.” Your voice grew in confidence as it approached, “God of the green, Lord of the forest, I offer you my sacrifice. I ask you for your blessing.”
From the light emerged an almighty stag.
The filid gave you a gentle push towards it, “Cernunnos has come to escort you. He gives you his blessing and accepts you as the tuath’s sacrifice.”
The stag lowered onto its front legs, as if bowing to you. You took tentative steps towards it and it gestured to its back, was it a silent command to hop on? Did the manifestation of the Lord of the forest really want you to ride it?
“Go on child of Macha, this is an honour only few get to have.” She took your hand and led you closer to the stag, helping to seat you on it’s back, “You are the daughter of the ri, silliin to the arach and child of the gods. This is your birthright.”
The filid untied a crown of flowers from her own girdle, placing it on your head with the utmost gentleness. And with that, the stag rose to it’s full height and turned away from your tuath. It took all your strength not to cry. You would be meeting your mother in the Otherworld soon enough.
The midday sun was at its peak, you were having difficulty staying awake. Until a soothing bartone filled your ears.
“We are there, daughter of Macha.”
“W-who said that?”
The stag turned it’s head to look at you as it continued forward, entering a clearing, “I did, child.”
That couldn’t be. There was no way Cernunnos was speaking to you through his avatar. The stag once again lower to allow you off its back. Though it did not leave. Instead, it lowered itself further to lay on the lush green grass in front of you.
“Why are you shocked? You are a daughter of Macha, descendant of a goddess from the Morrigan.”
You couldn’t have been more confused, “What d-do you mean?”
The stag tilted its head, apparently confused itself, “Do you not know of the blood that runs through your veins? The lineage you inherited from your mother?”
“She died in childbirth. I never met her.”
The stag nodded in… understanding?... “Only the filid must know of your bloodline then, since your mother came from a neighbouring tuath. Child, Macha was your mother’s mother’s mother.”
You were about to question the stag further when a great wind blew into the clearing, bellowing, as a shadow appeared over you. The arach had arrived. The arach had arrive and you had just found out your were a descendant of a goddess. You couldn’t die. Not now. You had so much more to learn.
You turned towards the beast as it descended into the clearing, golden scales shimmering, catching the light. Unbeknownst to you, the stag stood back up as the arach landed, the arach’s wings folded in as it bowed to the stag. And with that, the stag left back into the woods.
Lightning crackled around the beast, building up to a blinding degree before disappearing with a flash. There, before you, was the most handsome man you had ever seen. Long dark hair the colour of the skin from a ripe cherry framed his face, complimenting his aureate skin. Wide eyes, silver like the moon, took in your own features and his nose scented the air before his lips split into a toothy grin. Golden scales covered his shoulders and sides, leaving his undersides like his stomach uncovered… He was naked…
“My my, aren’t you the bejeweled one? You must be from a wealthy family. And from the purple gown… you’re royalty in your tuath. The ri’s daughter perhaps?”
Even his voice sounded gorgeous. Why did death have to greet you like this? Couldn’t it have stayed as a giant beast?
“A… Are you the arach?”
“No shit. You just saw me transform. And I have a name. It’s Jungkook.”
Jungkook…
As hard as you tried your eyes kept wandering downwards. Sure you had seen the warriors of your tuath bereft of clothing but none were as attractive as the creature that was approaching you in slow measured steps. Jungkook appeared to be sizing you up.
“Could you m-maybe cover up? The only man I should see like this is my future husband.”
Jungkook laughed, his eyes gleaming deviously, “You are here to be sacrificed, maiden, there is no future husband for you.”
A furious anger made itself known inside of you as he mentioned your lack of a future.
“I am not ‘maiden’. I am Y/N of Cauci. My father is the ri of the tuath, and my mother's lineage is of the great goddess Macha. You will not kill me and you will stay on my tuath’s land.”
“Kill you? I don’t plan on killing you, my little demi-god. If I wanted a dead sacrifice, I would’ve asked for a grand ceremony, a public spectacle.”
Silence filled the space between you as Jungkook’s eyes glimmered with mirth. You weren’t going to die… but if that was the case…
“What happened to those before me?”
He smiled, surprising you with how… human… his teeth looked. You were expecting rows upon rows of daggers, like a lynx.
“They’re safe. I delivered them to different tuaths. A person rejected by an arach is dishonoured, an omen. A person gifted by an arach is treated with respect.”
You took Jungkook’s word for it and breathed a sigh of relief. Arach’s didn’t lie after all. The other girls were safe… Did that mean the same for you? Would you be taken across the land only to be dropped at some other tuath’s land? No longer the Ri’s duaghter, your training as a bard abandoned? Would you be forced to marry?
It was strange how easily you accepted the prospect of all this earlier when you thought you were facing death. But now you knew that death wasn’t what the deities had planned for you… You’re chest began to constrict.
“So… so… You’re going to make me leave my home behind… for the sake of my honour?”
Jungkook scoffed, seemingly having closed the space between you while you were caught in thought. His hand coming up to cup your chin, eyes staring into your own, amusement swimming within them.
“Little demi-god, your honour is mine. I’m making you leave your home because it is the fates will. Why else would you be bought to me by Cernunnos during Ostara?”
You blinked up at him as the pieces began to fit together in your head. Ostara, the time beasts and animals alike went into rut… An arach asking for maidens of age… He was looking for a suitable partner to state his needs.
You took a step away from him, “Do you honestly believe I’d let you… lay with me?!”
Jungkook looked taken aback, clearly thinking you wouldn’t question fate’s will. You crossed your arms as he shook his head, that smirk of his returning.
“Maybe I was too… arrogant… I’ll be as clear as possible. We, you and I, are tied by fate. I am of age and have been searching for my life mate. My silliin.” He took a tentative step forward to once again close the distance. “I knew I had found where they were when flying above your tuath. I could smell them. But I couldn’t tell who it was. From the scent I knew they were a maiden of age.”
Your eyesbrows drew together. The filid and Cernunnos had referred to you as silliin. Had this been what they meant?
“And… You think I’m her?”
His tongue snuck out, wetting his lips, “I know it is you.” He leant forward, towards your neck, and sniffed, “Definitely you.”
Fate sure had a strange sense of humour. The daughter who couldn’t find a suitor was destined to be the life mate of an arach. AN ARACH… A gorgeous one at that…
“Why should I accept you?”
He straightened up to look down at you, concerned and uncertain, “Because you want me? The spice of your arousal is colouring your scent so deliciously.”
You huffed, “At least others tried to court me-”
“Arach’s don’t court. In fact, this is the closest to courtship you’ll get from my kind. My mother literally spotted my father and swooped down, carting him off to her home.”
Your jaw dropped and he chuckled, arms sneakily wrapping around you.
“Will you accept me, my little demi-god? I can provide you with shelter, food, protection… freedom to see the world if that is your desire. And in return all you need do is be the mother of my children.”
Fear crept into your veins, travelling to your heart and constricting your throat. None of the women on your mother’s side had survived childbirth from what you knew. It was always twins and certain death.
“I-I- I’ll die-die if I-”
He cut you off by pressing you to him, “Can you feel it? My heart beat? Once we consummate our joining, we’ll share it. Your heart will beat with mine for as long as I live. Don’t be afraid, Y/N of Cauci.”
And you could feel it. Strong against your own chest, already beating in time with your own erratic one. He was just as afraid as you. Though he was afraid of rejection, you were afraid of dying.
You barely noticed how close his face had drawn to yours, too caught up in his silver eyes that grew darker the longer you stayed pressed up to him. Well, you barely noticed until he spoke again, his lips brushing against yours, sending tingling sparks across them.
“Will you accept me? I need your answer.”
What was the point in rejecting him? You no longer had a fine you could return to. At least he offered you a choice on how you would proceed in life.
"I lost everything as soon as I was chosen to be a sacrifice, I have nothing more I can lose.”
You heard what sounded like a faint whine, like the arach was distressed by your words.
"Accept me and you don't have to lose everything. I'll remain by your tuath. You can still go see them. My mark on you will let them know you are not dishonoured."
You didn’t have to lose everything. Your brother’s face flashed before your mind’s eye. With that thought in mind, you gave him your answer.
“I… I accept-”
His lips were on yours in an instant, lightning suddenly coursing through you in place of the fear that once gripped you. Was this what all kisses felt like? Cause you could’ve gotten addicted to them. The building heat radiating from him was seeping through your tunic, contrasting the chill of the spring air against your back.
You were the one to break the kiss, panting for breath as more sparks spread through you where his hands ran up your back and down your sides, making quick work of your girdle. The metal snapping under his strength.
“Say it again, I won’t interrupt you this time.”
His eyes had turned pitch black save for a few flecks of silver that survived, making it seem like the night sky was trapped in his gaze, much like you were.
“I accept you… Jungkook.”
Jungkook’s eyes slid shut as he visibly shivered, taking a deep breath before opening them again.
“You won’t regret this, I promise.”
He then proceeded to rip your tunic down the front. Didn’t he know how expensive purple dye was?! And exposing you to him with no hesitation either? The nerve. One arm flew up to cover your breasts while the other shot downwards to cover your most intimate area. But he paid you no mind, taking the remains of your tunic and laying it out on the grass beside you. It’s not like he wasn’t affected by your nakedness if the hardness between his legs was anything to go by. You’d admit to being confused by his actions.
At least you were until he patted the material he had lain on the ground, “Care to join me down here, Vahdin?”
You took a moment to truly look at him. How the breeze gave his long tresses life. How his scales caught the sun and glittered like jewels. A creature that was indeed blessed by the gods themselves yet nothing like how legend described. No tale ever told to you, that you learnt from the current bard, mentioned an arach taking human form. Heat built in your chest and spread up your neck, to your cheeks and settled on your ears. From his beauty or his simple act of attentiveness, you didn’t know.
Taking tentative steps towards him, you stopped once your feet were on the rich fabric. Slowly, you lowered onto the remnants of your clothing, still covering yourself with your arms.
“Do… Do you want me to remove my jewelry?”
He shook his head, “They’re a sign of your status. That would be like asking me to cut my hair.”
You gave him a quizzical look.
“I’ll explain it later. We’ll have all the time in the world to learn about each other.” He reached up and removed the flower crown from atop your head. You were surprised it had stayed on at all. “Let’s focus on the now. The offering of each others bodies.”
“Ha-have you done this before?”
He chuckled, “Of course not. My body is for you, my silliin, and you alone.”
You were taken aback by his gentleness as he gripped your wrist and moved the arm covering your breasts away. His eyes widened, reminding you of the forest animals when they caught sight of a human. But that wasn’t the case with him. His eyes didn’t hold fear. They held reverence. Taking in the details of you at his leisure. He muttered things to himself in a language you did not know. Did arach have their own tongue? One word you did understand - Lugh.
His hands travelled to your breasts, cupping them delicately, “Soft. So soft. I’ve been blessed with such a fine mate.”
“Fine? Am I simply fine?”
His eyes snapped towards yours, a playful smile on his lips, “You’re more than fine. I would say you’re perfect but I’d like to see and feel all of you before I decide.”
Your free hand went to his chest, marvelling at it’s firmness and the difference in texture from skin and scale. Both gave way under the pressure of your hand. But where his skin was soft yet firm, his scales were rough yet smooth.
“Do you even know how to… to…?” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish your sentence but he seemed to catch on to your question.
His cheeks were dusted rose, a first for the confident arach, “I’ve stumbled across humans… mating on my travels searching for you. And my father explained the male side of things, my mother explained the arach side.”
You remembered coming across amorous couples A-maying during Beltane when you had gone herb picking in the forest for your brother. The memory made your own cheeks colour.
“O-oh. Is it different for arach?”
Jungkook coaxed you to lay back, his hands having moved to your shoulders, “We… uh… we mate for life. We show that bond through a claiming mark-”
“Like a marriage knot?”
“...I have no idea what that is.”
You blinked up at him, “You… don’t know… what a marriage knot is?” He avoided eye contact, choosing to once again focus on your breasts, massaging them under his palms. “It’s uh… um… stop distracting me… it’s what’s-ah! What’s tied around the hands of those who want to be paired for life.”
He stopped tweaking your nipples to look at you in confusion, “They spend the rest of their lives literally tied together?”
You couldn’t help it. You laughed. It just slipped out. And once it did you couldn’t stop it.
“Don’t be ridiculous. They’re only tied together in the ceremony. After the hand-fastening has been done they exchange and wear rings that act as proof of their union.”
“So humans have two types of marking? One temporary and one permanent?” You nodded as he traced a pattern onto your stomach, “Arach only have one way of marking. It is forever and is etched into skin with our lu. It’s part of the mating process.”
“Oh…” You were feeling somewhere between shocked and awkward, “Will… will it hurt?”
His hands traveled even lower to rest on your hips, his head coming down to settle on your breasts, looking up at you, “No. It won’t feel good or bad. My dad said his mark felt like someone was blowing a design onto his stomach. Which makes sense since my mother is an arach of the wind.”
“What kind of arach are you?”
“I am an arach of lightning, blessed by Lugh himself.”
“So how will your mark feel?”
Jungkook smirked at that question, mischief in his eyes, “Probably like this.”
With that he turned his head and captured one of your nipples between his lips, tongue sweeping across, sending tingles through you. You gasped and instinctively arched into him, fingers twining into his cherry locks, to pull him closer or push him away, you did not know. Your grip tightened when his teeth grazed along the stiffening bud, a small noise of… approval rumbling in his throat. To your embarrassment you felt your own body reacting to it, heat pooling in your stomach and becoming a sticky wetness between your thighs. You had felt this before so it was not unfamiliar but before this moment you only knew the sensation from heated dreams and the sweaty mess you’d wake up as.
He released the pebbled bud with a lewd pop, gaze travelling southward as his nose twitched, “Fuck. You’re like this already?” He groaned, “So wet for me, from my touch. Zu'u nox rah tol vorohah hi fah zey.”
You didn’t have the chance to ask him what he had just said as his hand that had been resting on your hip trailed a path of sparks to your core. His fingers pressed against your slit then swiped upwards, flicking the little pleasure nub you had down there. (You knew it was something that made you feel good, but you did not know if it had a name.) Jungkook lent back, making sure you had a good view of him as his bought his essence covered fingers to his mouth, tongue slipping out to sample you before lightly groaning and sucking on his fingers. Something warm dripped onto your thighs, distracting you from his little display. Your eyes flicked down to the spot, coming upon a small translucent puddle of white there. Another drip. You retraced it fall to… the arach’s hard red cock. Curiosity led your actions as one of your own hands left his shoulders to swipe your index finger through the little puddle. You found yourself rubbing the substance between your finger and thumb, feeling the consistency before copying Jungkook’s actions.
Your nose scrunched up at the salty taste and slimy texture, making a mental note never to let that stuff come near your mouth again. Jungkook tilted his head to the side in confusion.
“Why did you do that?”
“I-I was copying you. Why did you?”
He chuckled and leant down to nuzzle his cheek against your own, “I did it to double check you were fertile. Your scent gives a small indication but the only true way for me to know is to get a taste of you.”
“I-I-Is it important that I am?”
He sat up and shook his head, “Not for the bonding. But it is Ostara, remember.”
You paled. Having just found out you were a descendant of Macha, who ruled over fertility amongst other things, it was more than likely you would end up with child after the bonding. You prayed to the gods that the arach was right in saying you wouldn't die in childbirth.
Jungkook offered you a gentle smile, a hand coming up to caress your cheek as if to brush away your worries, “Breathe, Vahdin, everything will be alright.”
His other hand grabbed your ankle to reposition one of your legs over his shoulder before positioning his member at your core. His tongue once again swiped across his lips as he leant down to capture your own in a heated kiss. Those addicting sparks coursing through you intensified as he pushed himself into your heat, stretching you out on him, taking your maidenhood. It created a dull ache, almost like a slow growing burn but his lips moving against yours, tongue asking for entrance, distracted you until he was fully sheathed.
You broke the kiss with a shaky gasp, your body adjusting to the foreign object buried deep inside you, sparks tingling from your connection. Panting drew your attention to the male above you. His arms were shaking, brows furrowed in concentration. He seemed more affected than you.
“Shit… so hot… so tight.” He groaned, “I want to fuck you so bad… Please tell me I can.”
“J-j-just give me… a moment. You’re bigger than my fingers.”
Jungkook’s eyes went comically large, “You’ve touched yourself? Fuuuuck~”
His hips rolled forward, grinding against yours, the friction it created making you both moan in pleasure. The motion had caused him to brush against somewhere in your core that felt so good you involuntary clenched around him.
“Fuck! Lugh... give me strength... “ Jungkook took a deep breath and let out a strangled groan as you wrapped your free leg around his waist, pushing him further into you, “Why did you have to be the descendant of a goddess who rules over sex magik?”
If you weren’t so focused on how he felt and how his pelvis rubbed against that special nub, you would’ve asked him what the fuck he meant. But, lucky for him, you were thoroughly distracted. Everywhere your skin touched his had sparks flying through you. Something aside from pleasure began to build inside of you. A type of pressure. One beside the release you had known from your alone time.
What the? What was happening?
You noticed that the leg strewn over Jungkook’s shoulder was glowing red like a fire. Though you did not have a moment to dwell on this as the arach shifted, pressing ever closer to you, sweat dripping as you felt the slight scratch of his scales.
The pressure releases, causing you to scream in ecstasy, drowning out the utterances of the arach as a hand pressed into your stomach, what felt like lightning spreading out from his touch to encompass you.
Everything turned black.
You awoke in a place entirely unfamiliar, on plush animal pelts, torches keeping the cold and dark at bay. Aching, you sat up, pausing to note how much… lighter you felt. Strange. Looking around you realised you were in a cave but it was littered with things such as gold, jewelry, cured meats, weaponry and clothing items. The bard had told you stories of places like these, passed to him by those who did not follow the same gods as your people. Those who stole from arach and lived to tell the tale. This was a den.
Memories from before you fell unconscious resurfaced in your mind. You had sex with an arach. The Arach! You looked down to find intricate blue markings adorning your stomach in a design that was actually familiar to you. It was a ceremonial marriage knot. A sign of your union.
It really did happen.
You had agreed to spend your life with Jungkook.
But that wasn’t the only thing adorning your skin. You had scales! Golden scales! What in the fuck? They were on the outer parts of your arms and thighs, your calves covered but your stomach and inner thighs bare.
“You’re awake then now, dii mal hef ekrah.” Jungkook drawled with a smug smirk, appearing from behind a huge pile of clothing, somehow still naked.
You hastily covered yourself with one of the pelts, “What happened to me?”
The arach plopped down beside you, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“It appears you became connected with your divine heritage. You even have Macha’s fiery hair now. Happened after you became all glow-y and passed the fuck out while cumming on my dick.”
Your cheeks heated at his crude wording. You didn’t dwell on it for long though, grasping a handful of your hair to find that it really had changed. This made no sense. What was going on? Where you put under some kind of trickery magic? Was this real?
“You’ve got to be fucking with me…” You whispered in utter disbelief.
Jungkook laughed, “As much as I’d love to, I remember a certain maiden making a big fuss about courting.” He held out a bundle of fabric you hadn’t noticed before. “Put this on and I’ll take you back to your tauth.”
You were confused.
“Why?”
“So I can court you, hefhah.” He rolled his eyes at you, “Macha would skin me alive if I did wrong by you.... But not only that. It’s what you wanted and as my equal, dii vorey hef, what you deserve.”
Tears welled up in your eyes, unbidden. You were going home. You were going to see your fair and brother. The arach was keeping to what he said, you didn’t have to lose anything. Grateful, you took the blood red fabric from him, struggling to dress yourself while still covering your nakedness.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, silliin, no need to hide that body of yours from me, let me admire my handy work.”
You blinked owlishly at him, “Your handy work? I thought this was from being a daughter of Macha; apart from the mark on my stomach.”
He shook his head and chuckled, “The hair and glowing was Macha’s lu. The scales are from my lu too. It’s a side effect of it at least.”
Oh. That made sense. Sort of.
“We’re courting, you can’t see me naked until I say so.”
True to his word, Jungkook returned you to your village, taking his human form again once your feet were safely on the ground. Your tuath was confused at first, not recognising you, but an explanation from the filid about your change in appearance soon had them understanding. She was the first to welcome you back with an embrace, followed swiftly by your brother and finally your father himself.
You and Jungkook lived separately after that, he in his den and you in your roundhouse. He would come to visit you at least once a week, bringing the life giving rain with him along with gifts to win your affections. Gifts ranging from instruments and jewelry to weaponry and thick clothes made of toughened animal hide. Clothes that were put to good use when you insisted on sparing with him, all members of tuath could defend themselves in armed combat, you weren’t about to let your skills get rusty because your monthly cycle had stopped. You were the descendant of a war goddess afterall.
After 7 moon cycles, when your stomach had grown large and round, Jungkook had found a place for himself in your heart. The arach was loyal, protective and kept to his word. He did his upmost to make you happy. Though it was his smile that made you fall for him, how it made him look like a hare. And so you finally agreed to live with him in his den, officially bringing the courtship to an end. Well it would’ve done if he hadn’t insisted on a human marriage ceremony.
You went into labour during the 9th moon cycle since your bonding to Jungkook. Terror swimming through your veins as painful contractions started getting ever more frequent. You were led on a bed of fresh pelts, Jungkook wiping sweat drench strands away from your face.
“You can do this, lokaal, just breathe. You’re going to be alright.”
You whined in distress, “But what if… w-what I l-leave them like h-h-how my mu-ah! Mum left me~!”
That was you biggest concern, at first it had been the thought of death, but that had been replaced with the fear of abandoning your children.
You gripped his hand as you wailed in agony. You couldn’t die. You couldn’t leave them. You prayed to the gods that you would make it through this. You prayed Jungkook’s words were truth and not mere assumption.
Dread caused your stomach to sink when a lone raven flew into the den. The marker of those soon to die. Oh god no. Please no.
“Don’t fear my child, I am here to help.” The raven spoke, like Cernunnos many moons ago except feminine in tone.
Before your stinging eyes the raven transformed into a red-haired woman donning a cloak of black feathers. It was Macha. The goddess Macha, herself, had come to aid you in birthing. Your prayers were answered.
“Took you... long enough... to stop your... lineage from dying...” You got out between pants.
The goddess sent you a sombre look, “Most died before I could reach them.”
Well now you felt bad.
It wasn’t long after her arrival that two beautiful arach babies were held by mother and father, the small tuffs of hair a mix of their mother’s fiery red and father’s ripe cherry. Their scales were not golden like their parents, one was ocean blue while the other was lavender purple. Both were girls and for the first time in generations, daughters got to know a mother’s love.
Starry Eyes | JJK
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This oneshot is based of the feelings I get when I hear Jungkook’s voice. ›› Genre: Fluff / Angst ›› Prompt: "You said you had a shitty day, so I wanted to do something to make it better, even though it’s already past midnight.“ ›› Sister Fic: Starry Night by @chimin-ssi (aka my soulmate) ›› Wordcount: 2.9K Warnings Include: hints of anxiety A/N: Me and my soulmate @bubypjm (who is also @chimin-ssi) did sort of a collab where we wrote a oneshot based on out bias’ voice and a prompt we came up with. We did this without actually using their voice in the fic. Please check out her’s as well!
The text you send Jungkook as your stomach twists isn’t long, yet your fingers shake as they hover over your phone. Rain pelts on the sidewalk by your job as you stand and wait to see if it’ll let up. It’s loud, blanketing the noise of the traffic in its rush.
You: Hey, I had a bad day today. I’m going to stay home. Sorry — [11:08pm]
Kookie: Do you need me to come over? — [11:08pm]
His reply comes so quickly that it startles you. You blink and stare at his nickname appearing on the screen — Kookie.
You know he’s disappointed and that he won’t show it. It makes you feel bad. This is the second time in a week you’ve cancelled on him. He’d been excited to see you, talking about having a movie night for a month now. Yet here you were, cancelling on him, again.
Something inside of you wants to answer him with a yes — to ask him to come over and hold you and let him sing you into a dreamless sleep. Yet you can’t. These feelings — the tightness in your chest, the shortness of breath — you need to deal with them on your own.
You: no, it’s kay — [11:12pm]
Kookie: okay, drive safe yeah? It’ll be alright — [11:12pm]
He replies almost the instant you did, as if he had his message typed out beforehand. It doesn’t surprise you. He knows you like the back of his hand, even when you feel like you yourself don’t. Even when your emotions are all jumbled up like this. He sees you.
You want to reply to him, but you don’t. You put your phone in your pocket and lean your head back to take a deep breath. Everything is going to be okay, it’s going to be fine. Eventually — you tell yourself. You’ll drive home, open up the balcony door to sit outside in the cold, and gaze at the stars until you feel numb enough to get into bed. Until you feel numb enough to trust yourself with our own thoughts.
Time ticks by, and rain continues to pour down, making the streets reflect the coloured lighting of the signs around you. You contemplate your options at the moment: The restaurant is empty by now, all of your colleagues have gone home. Your car isn’t far away, and sooner or later you’re going to have to face the weather.
So you run.
Sprinting towards your little red car, you duck inside as fast as you can. It’s cold, more so than outside, and it makes you shiver. The rearview mirror shows your reflection, that is adorned with faint stains caused by the tears in your eyes. Nobody would see them, but you wipe them off regardless. You’ll be coming home to a dark and empty apartment, silent hallways and cold rooms.
You start the car, not bothering to turn on the heater for the drive. The cold is numbing, it will help you keep it together during the hour drive home.
Jungkook always tells you that you shouldn’t drive home like this, that you should let him come pick you up. But you never do. If you can’t take care of yourself, then what can you do?
Despite zoning out behind the wheel a few times, you get home faster than expected, roads clear at this time of day. Parking properly isn’t something you can be bothered with right now, your neighbours will just have to deal with it tonight. Tomorrow too, because you weren’t going to leave the safe confines of your apartment tomorrow. That is, unless work decides to call in.
The elevator ride up to the 10th floor seems endless as tears brim your eyes — the place they come from is unknown to you. By the time the metal doors open you’re shaking, chest stinging as you rub in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain.
What also doesn’t help is the fact that you find your front door ajar slightly, the lights on and painting a bright strip in the dark hallway. Fear grips you by the neck upon seeing it, like a white hot claw. You slowly push down the handle. Someone is definitely inside, you can sense it. It’s that odd feeling that creeps up on you, the sense of a presence.
All the lights are on, there’s sound of shuffling past the living room. You hold your breath. Too afraid to look, you ready your phone to dial 911. Your weapon of choice is the umbrella that lays on the kitchen counter where you forgot it this morning. It trembles in your grip.
Jungkook yelps just as loudly as you when you jump around the corner and point the umbrella at his face. He drops whatever he is holding onto the floor and hold up his hands in defense, eyes wide. You stare from him to the lump of — are those your blankets and pillow?
"You’re home early,” he states in a small voice, still coming down from the shock.
You look up at him again, confused. “What are you doing?” Despite owning a key to your apartment, he’s never shown up at your place unannounced. Especially not in the middle of the night.
His facial expression smoothes out as he looks down at the pile by his feet in defeat. “Washing your sheets,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Jungkook…” you threaten lightly.
“I’m serious!"
Your best friend has always been a terrible liar, the slight colour to his cheeks giving him away every time, much like it is right now. "Why are my pillows on the floor?”
His bottom lip juts out in a familiar pout, one that makes a small smile tug at your lips. “You weren’t supposed to be home so early!"
"Okay,” you nod. “That doesn’t explain why you are here?"
Frantically, his eyes dart around the hallway, desperately in search for an excuse. The boy in front of you is wearing a way-too-big deep pink sweater and ripped, blue skinny jeans. His shoes were probably discarded somewhere, because his Iron Man socks are on full display. The way his eyes settle on your face — gauging if you’re okay — is familiar. So is the slight parting of his lips, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly to soften their brightness. He knows. It makes you bite your lip in fear.
"Do you want me to go into my room?” you ask. “So you can do whatever it is that you’re here to do?"
He stomps his foot on the floor in defeat, "Don’t pretend like you don’t already know,” he grumbles.
“It’s now or never,” you tease lightly.
So he purses his lips, picking up all the stuff he dropped. “Give me….10 minutes?” He pushes past you in the narrow hall. “No, wait.” With a soft smile he turns back to you. “I’ll come get you!” His smile widens, eyes crinkling, warming your body so easily.
You nod, returning his smile slightly, before entering your room — not surprised to find your bed stripped of all its linen. Even your rug was missing. It makes your smile wider at the thought of what he could be doing. It smoothes out the rough edge of the pain inside your chest.
He’s quicker than you expected, and he’s trying to hide his excitement when he enters the room. Something about his expression changes as he sees you, stopping to observe you carefully. "Come,“ he says, reaching out for your hand. He grasps it tightly and leads you in front of him. "Close your eyes,” he whispers, gently placing his hand over your eyes. “To the living room.”
All you can see is the faint light slipping through the gaps between his fingers as he guides you through your house. It’s good that you’re familiar with it, or you would’ve bumped into a wall by now.
Jungkook chuckles as you stumble, easily catching you against his chest and steering you back into the right direction. “Almost there.” He pushes you past the couch — startling you with a hand on your waist. “Okay, turn…and…there.” He removes his hand after guiding you to a stop.
You blink against the darkness of the room. In the middle of your living room you find yourself silenced. The scene in front of you is breathtaking. Somehow, he’s managed to find all your blankets, pillow, rugs — everything soft you owned — and built a small home. He even got your old fairy lights from the box underneath your bed and strung them around the inside.
A feelings you’re not familiar with makes your heart swell. It makes tears well up in your eyes again for an entirely different reason. The way he’s stacked the pillows near the back, arranged the blankets so you could comfortably lie down in the centre. It’s almost dreamlike.
“What is this Jungkook?” you ask quietly. Jeon Jungkook built you a goddamn blanket fort in the middle of the night, and you’re about to burst into tears. You turn to face him, surprised at how you find him — eyes downcast, bottom lip between his teeth.
“I ,” he starts. “You said you had a shitty day, so I wanted to do something to make it better — even if it’s already past midnight. And I know you said you didn’t want me to come over. I just know that you’re going to sit on that balcony all night until you catch a cold, all alone. Even if it’s fucking pouring outside and there’s no stars to look at.” He stops to catch his breath and you stare at him, utterly dumbfounded. “You never ask me to come over. I hate that you won’t let me be there for you when you’re sad. I can sense it, it pains me to lay in my own bed knowing that you might as well be crying yourself to sleep. So,” he pauses, taking your hand in his, “I made a fort, I even made stars so we can look at them together. So you can let me hold you, because I know it makes you feel better. I know you want someone here with you, you’re just too afraid to ask. I want to hold you. I wa—"
You shut him up by cupping his face in your hands and gently pressing your lips to his. He stills in your grasp, gasping against your mouth. Jungkook is stunned for a brief moment. Then, warm, his hands come up to run down your side as if to help the tension slowly seep out of both your bodies. "Stop,” you whisper against his lips. “Just, stop. You’re going to make me cry,” Your voice is hoarse with impending tears — a smile still on your lips. A smile for him.
Jungkook looks at you, touching his forehead to yours with parted lips. “Is it stupid? I’ll put everything ba-”
Another kiss silences him, though this time he lets out a content sigh. “Stop,” you repeat. “It’s perfect Jungkook, it’s so perfect — you are perfect.” His cheeks warm up at your words and he closes his eyes. “Don’t ever change, okay?"
"Okay,” he whispers in the dark of the room. His features are beautifully illuminated by the lights behind you. Something is mesmerising about this moment, it almost feels like a dream. The way he’s holding onto you, as if he’s holding you together. As if you will crumble to pieces if he lets you go. That is how you feel, steady in his hold, whole under his affection.
He opens his eyes, a look so gentle in them you almost choke up again. “Come on.”
You let him. Let him take your hand. Let him intertwine your fingers and pull you down to lay beside him on top of all the pillows, feet slipping under the blankets as he wraps you up in his embrace. He safely tucks your head under his chin, the arm that isn’t holding you folded under his head.
The moment seems so fragile, from the way he trails his fingers softly up and down your spin, to the way his legs kick up the blankets so he can intertwine your limbs under them. He is so warm, smelling of fresh soap and cold rain. You shiver, and realise then that he’s cracked open the door of the balcony to let a cold breeze slip into the room. It makes the blankets above you rustle lightly.
“Don’t let me go,” you whisper against the soft skin of his collarbone.
Without a word, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, pulling you even closer to prove he won’t. Your bodies align perfectly, as if you were made to fit together like this. Safe and snug, in this tiny home full of comfort nothing can get to you. He’ll make sure of it.
You wish you could stay like this forever, in his embrace where everything is always okay. Right here you feel calm, you feel clear.
The fort is a small gesture, something childish, but it feels so big. It is big enough to swallow all your pain and worries and make take them away with the cold breeze. He’s taken your safe space and built a better one. A version so intimate and heartfelt, something not only yours, but also his. The same way he’s slowly invaded all the little, seemingly insignificant, spaces of your life and made you realise how big he is. How grand your love for him is.
The lights dance above you — like tiny stars across the sky made of the beige fabric. With their swaying, the remnants of the day slip from your body. With him by your side you relax.
“Stop crying,” he whispers suddenly, lips so close to your ear that you hear every little vibration.
You look up at him as he uses his sleeve to wipe away the tear that had started to make a path down your face. “I —.” You want to say something, but you can’t find your voice. Can’t find the words as you look at him and realise how much he truly means to you. You wonder if he always looks at you like this. As if you are everything in his world. “Thank you,” you mumble.
“You don’t have to thank me. I’m always here for you. Even if you don’t want me to be.” Right here and now, you wouldn’t have it any other way. “Why do you do it?” he asks.
“What?” A frown appears on your face as the light reflections dance across your bodies.
His hand slides over your hip, under the fabric of your shirt so his skin can meet yours. The wind touches you first, and he soothes over the cold spot. Being with him like this is like slipping under the cold covers after a long day away from home, slowly warming up and drifting off.
“Sit on the balcony all night,” he answers.
“It’s cold, it makes me forget,” you murmur, casting your eyes up towards the lights. “The stars, they’re always there. Looking at them — it makes me feel like I’m not alone. There’s always someone, somewhere, looking at those same stars.”
Jungkook is silent, carefully thinking over his words as he looks at you. He is so close that you can feel every little movement of his body. Every soft breath that fanned over your cheek. Every beat of his heart against your chest. "I would’ve come over to look at the stars with you. All you had to do was ask,” he says finally.
“I know.” You reach up, touching one of the lights and feeling its warmth. “I just…I don’t know."
On your hip he draws gentle patterns, pressing his nose into your hair. "It’s okay to not know. It’s okay to be lost. It’s okay to ask for help. I’m here for you.” His lips are warm against the shell of your ear where he presses a kiss. “I always will be.”
Always. A strange and scary word to be whispered in this moment. You try not to think of its connotation, its danger. Not in this moment. This perfect little moment. You want to do nothing but bottle it up and hold it forever. You don’t want to leave his embrace. Forever here with him, that is what you want.
His hand finds yours where you’re still playing with the lights. “I understand — no. I know that you’re afraid. You’ve only let me see you like this once, twice before. But…it’s alright.” He intertwines your fingers and looks at them with bright eyes.
Jungkook’s eyes have always held the world, the way he sees it reflected in them. He can’t hide things, his expressiveness does nothing to aid that. Something about him seems eternally awed. His eyes will light up as he listens to someone talk with his undivided attention — or glaze over slightly as he disappears into his own head for a little. You can’t help but smile when thinking about it.
Overcome with a feeling so loud yet so soft, you reach out to touch him. You brush his soft brown hair out of his face, making him smile lightly and turn to face you. Gaze meeting yours.
It is then, that you discover the stars — in his eyes.
Let me know what you think!
© GguksGalaxy 2018-2020
make me choose → @yoonkia asked jungkook in white or red (x)
WAITING FOR YOU ...
BTS’ Reaction to: Flinching During an Argument With Them
[requested by anon!
“hi! can u do a imagine/reaction where one of the members and you are in a heated argument & then they make u flinch? it’s kinda a common imagine i see, but i love your writing so i wanted to see it written by you! thank you!”
wowie i had a similar reaction where gukkie actually made his s/o flinch and he was upset and i loved the concept sm
also thank you anon!! i love you to pieces!!]
Seokjin;
Things had escalated far passed what he thought they would. Seokjin wasn’t one to get this angry often, so when he moved his body off the counter violently to make a point, he went limp when you flinched away from him, your eyes closed tightly as tears threatened to escape them. You whimpered a small plea for him not to hurt you, and that was all it took for every slick of anger vanish from him. He’d slowly make his way over to you and hug you gently, as if to not break you.
“I.. I would never hurt you, my love. Never.”
Yoongi;
He’d come home at two in the morning, which would be much too late for even him. You’d confront him about it, which would lead to an argument regarding your whereabouts as well as his. He would be in a standoff-ish position in front of the door, with yourself in the same stance near the couch. After a while of arguing, his voice would take a sudden change in which it would become several octaves deeper and more aggressive. He’d yell something like “Why do I even keep you around? It’s not like I need you!”
And that’s when you would flinch, tears brimming your eyes and a couple sliding down your cheeks. His face would contort into one of pure regret and sympathy as you’d start crying softly, glaring and yelling for him to leave.
“Wait.. (Y/N), I didn’t mean it. I- I didn’t.. Please, give me another chance to explain myself- I’m just.. I’m sorry..”
Namjoon;
It would be in the studio, late at night. You’d go there to drag Namjoon home; it would be around one in the morning and he’d still be trying to perfect a track. You, knowing well that he’s probably overworking himself, would go there and attempt to persuade him to come home and take a break. This would backfire, as his stress would ultimately cause him to lash out at you. He yelled and yelled while you tried to prevent an argument and be patient with him. You broke, however, when he suddenly stood and lurched at you to make a point, and you flinched back. You were ready to walk out of the room, suddenly afraid, when he gently grabbed your wrist,
“Wait, baby, no. No, I- Wait, please. You’re right. Please don’t be scared of me.”
Hoseok;
It’s rare to get Hoseok angry, honestly, especially if he loves you. One day, however, he came home agitated. You attempted to make him feel better, but he refused your offers multiple times. You eventually left him alone, assuming it would pass with time. That night, while getting ready for bed, you hugged him, only to be shoved away. You became slightly irritated and asked him what was up, which lead to him blowing up in your face. Yelling, screaming; you didn’t even know how to respond. He ran his hand through his his hair and violetly whipped it back out, causing you to flinch back and even whimper a bit. His face would soften and he’d sigh, slowly walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you,
“I had such a bad day, Jagi.. I’m sorry for taking it out on you. I love you, really. Please don’t be afraid.”
Jimin;
Many people say that Jimin is one of the scariest members when angry. You, of all people, can say that is terribly true. You’d been at a friend’s house -- a male friend’s house -- all day because Jimin was working and you had gotten bored. That being said, when you got home later than Jimin that night and truthfully told him your whereabouts, he was livid. He yelled at you, asking you why the hell you were with some other guy when you could’ve just visited him at the studio. You defended yourself, and things escalated. He slammed his hand on the table, causing you to jump and flinch away from him. His eyes softened as he walked closer to you, cautiously, however found that you continued to flinch away from him.
“Wait, Jagi- Please, come to me. I didn’t mean to scare you. I hate getting angry at you. I’m sorry. Please, come into my arms.. please..”
Taehyung;
It would be over his stress and whatnot. The amount of time he spent away from home, the way the two of you are growing apart. You’d confront him one day, late at night after he’d come home, and he’d defend himself. You’d continue to get at him and, after a while, he’d get irritated. He’d yell at you with his deep, husky voice, causing you to jump, flinching away from him and scrambling into the kitchen area of your apartment. He, in turn, would follow you, sighing,
“I’m sorry for yelling at you, Jagiya. Come on, let’s sit down and talk this out, yeah?”
Jeongguk;
You wouldn’t even be able to recall how the argument started. Something he’d said got on your nerves, you expressed that, he apologized. Then what?
Bah, hell if you could remember (it was you hanging around Jimin so much. He texted you and Jeongguk became livid.. again).
He’d yell at you, you’d yell back at him, the two of you bringing up every little problem and throwing them at each other. Walking all around the apartment, having it out. You don’t like arguing with your precious lover, but you don’t feel like taking any of his shit today. At some point, he’d slam his hand into the wall, making you flinch away from him with a small whimper. His face would falter for a split second before he’d storm out of your apartment and go to the dorms. There, he’d break down into hysteric tears and wale about it to his members.
“Do you really think she thought I- I’d hit her? I would never hit her, Hyung.. She’s my world, my everything.. I don’t know what I’d do if I hurt her. But I’ve already done that, haven’t I?”
To Fall For You (JJK)
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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Themes: best friend + roommate au
Genre: smut, fluff!!!
Word Count: 3,995
Summary: Jeon Jungkook has been your best friend since high school and though you’ve always liked doing something new every summer, you didn’t expect yourself lying under your best friend naked.
Suddenly there’s nothing more mesmerizing than this moment you’re both stuck in, lost in each other in a way you’ve never been lost before and time seems to stop at a standstill.
SMUT WARNING
In the early mornings of May do you constantly find yourself a mess of lost thoughts and hopeless dreams- of scattered desires and wishful thinking. It is the season to find delight in renewing oneself after all; the spring air turning into a lighter and much warmer summer breeze as you prepare for one of the most joyous seasons of them all. Cherry blossoms litter the horizon from where you walk, and you sport thinner clothes than the ones you normally would wear. You attribute this to the better weather and as the sun shines on the park you wonder what exactly is in store for you this break.
It’s not uncommon for one to find happiness in new things especially during their free time which was why your skills have ranged from painting and art to playing an instrument and even trying out different sports which you continue to practice in your own spare time once the school year begins. You find yourself always wishing to try something that you haven’t done before, and you blame it on your need to wander to where you wonder.
It’s always a lovely feeling to think about your plans for the future even if you don’t necessarily have any concrete ones, simply because the thought of a fresh new beginning seems like a rejuvenating sense of a difference you’d want to have in your life. It’s different for everyone of course, as some people don’t exactly have exact plans but you’ve limited yourself to thinking that there is none, and that you always have the chance to begin something as a challenge to yourself. Not all things turn out perfect, but they turn out as something, and during those moments, that means everything.
It’s an ever-changing lifestyle you live and to others, it’s simply just so hard to start so many things. It’s scary to commit to something even if it’s just for a few months especially when getting better at a skill is not guaranteed. You don’t really understand, but you don’t have to because though there have been many who come and go because they can’t keep up with you, there’s one person who has always been a constant.
Jungkook has been present in your life for longer than anyone else, even coming with you to this college. He never gets used to how spontaneous you are and he doesn’t want to either because he enjoys the thrill he gets around you. Every summer, you somehow manage to get him to accompany you to all sorts of things and shenanigans which lead to you guys only growing a stronger friendship. Jungkook is your favorite person in the world and you are his.
He’s the best friend you’ve ever had.
You learned in freshman year that you can call him up at three o’clock in the morning and he’ll answer your math question the night before the finals since he’s also still reviewing, but in sophomore year you learned that it’s better to review for your exams together. You mostly take the same classes and so you guys are seen together on campus a lot. Even if you weren’t classmates though, you doubt that you would spend much time apart.
Jungkook buys you little presents, always making sure to cheer you up on random days. It comes as a lovely surprise because there’s usually no certain event and he just really likes to spoil you and though you don’t like him spending money on you, you can’t deny that you love receiving things from flowers to bracelets to food on your table during hell week.
With the thought he puts in each gift, it’s difficult for you not to reciprocate. You paint him little messages on watercolor paper and tape it to the front of a pack of his favorite brand of gummy bears to cheer him up, come over with breakfast at his house on lazy Sundays and little trinkets to remind him of you when you aren’t together. Both of you have grown on each other, and you can’t imagine what exactly university would be like without your high school best friend.
You trust each other.
You can tell him all your stories to your deepest, darkest secrets and Jungkook will never judge you. When times get hard and everything is too much for you, he swears that he will be right by your side, and he always is. He never wants to see you hurting because it pains him to know that you’re suffering. He loves you and nobody wants to see their loved one in a state that is so harrowing and so if it means having to share your unhappiness in order for you to find it once again, he will do it a thousand times and more.
You’re the first person to know about anything in Jungkook’s life whether it’s major or minor. You were the first person to find out that he got his Level 4 belt in Taekwondo, the first person he told when he got into the university you both wanted to get into and the first person he approaches when he’s got a story to tell. You know him like the back of your mind.
You can read Jungkook and he can read you. So even if you always do something different, you also know what it’s like to keep something the same. It’s a blessing to have something secure and not be burdened to keep it there and you always thank him for that. He creates whimsical stories with you in the form of abstract creations, always on-the-go, always a moving pair. Nobody can match your pace besides the two of you, because your change is constant.
You finish your walk in the park and arrive at the familiar doorstep of you and Jungkook’s shared flat, kicking your sneakers off and placing them neatly by the entrance. You can already tell by the sounds from the living room that he’s home and glued to another one of his favorite games and you join him, taking a seat in the couch.
“Hey, Y/N! How was your walk?” His deep voice permeates through the various sounds of lasers and guns from the TV. You lean on his shoulder and snuggle closer into him, his scent overwhelming your senses. He always smells clean and fresh and that’s definitely another perk of having him around. He’s very sensitive to scents so he places vanilla candles around the house, lighting them every now and then.
“It was great,” You reply, placing your chin on his shoulder. “You know, spring is finally turning into summer, and I can’t wait!” Jungkook laughs at your excited tone and from experience, he knows that this only means the start of a crazy season. With you, he’s bound to try all sorts of new things because he can’t resist you, especially when you’re asking him out of all people to come with you. You’re a beautiful girl, and he always feels privileged to be your first choice rather than any other person.
Jungkook eventually ditches his round of Overwatch, switching off the TV screen and turning to focus on you instead. He always loves it when you’re around and it’s the same for you. You don’t know why you like him like that- why you like him more than any other person you’ve met before, but you’re yet to find out.
“What do you plan to do this summer?”
You smile and think about the plans you wanted to start on while you were still walking through the park and admiring the change in weather and the effect it started to have on your surroundings. “I was thinking of going on that hiking trail nearby. We’ve lived in this city for two years now, but we’ve never been on it. It’s a perfect thing to do for the two of us since I know you actually like exercising and hey, you get a great view out of it!” He hums in agreement, leaning towards your neck and teasingly blowing air on it. He knows you’ve got a ticklish spot there and so when you shy away from him, he only uses this as an opportunity to place his hands on your waist and start pressing his fingers to your sides, leaving you squirming and a laughing mess.
“Stop,” You manage to say in broken breaths, still uncomposed from his sudden attacks. When he finally stops his movements, he’s directly on top of you and supporting himself with his arms on either side of your head. Your hair is sprawled out in all sorts of directions and you use your fingers to get it out of your face until you notice that he’s still on top of you and that he hasn’t budged an inch.
You look up at him, ready to speak, but you stop yourself from letting out anything when you realize the intensity of his gaze and the proximity between the two of you. You are so near each other that your noses are touching and you’ve never seen him look at you the way he is looking now. It’s like he’s stripping you down of all the walls and layers you’ve built and now he’s staring at your soul in the most raw form there is, and it’s so different that you don’t know how to react around him for the first time ever.
After diverting your eyes from his piercing gaze, you avert your focus to the beautiful features on his face. His chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, his perfectly-shaped nose and his plump lips. Breaths escape from his mouth slowly, and he takes the moment to really take you in. He’s never had the chance to be this close to you, and he will make the most of it while he can.
Suddenly there’s nothing more mesmerizing than this moment you’re both stuck in, lost in each other in a way you’ve never been lost before and time seems to stop at a standstill. You don’t remember when but he nudges your nose with his exhaling slowly before you both close your eyes and he leans closer to you. And with that, an explosion starts somewhere within your veins as his soft lips touch yours- unsure at first, careful to be slow, and then he fully closes the gap.
Jungkook is hesitant, uncertain of how exactly you will react but as the sparks travel through your entire being, you tilt your head to the side and let yourself fall back- fall into him, finally fall for him freely without any more worries at the back of your head. The intensity of the moment is nothing compared to the feelings that burst through when you kiss for the first time, buried emotions finally reaping through and resurfacing for what seems to be the first time in forever.
It’s a breathtaking collision- the mix of you and Jungkook and his hands on your waist and your fingers curling into his shirt, minds taken over only with the thought of each other. You’ve never been kissed like this before, never been kissed just enough to knock the wind out of your lungs. But you don’t need oxygen when he is your air, and you are much too greedy to stop getting a supply.
Plump lips separate from yours earlier than you’d like and both of you breathing heavily, Jungkook gaze unwavering. You continue to memorize his features when his raspy voice pulls you out of a haze you didn’t even realize you were falling into. “Y/N,” He begins.
“Look, I-”
You don’t need to hear it and hell, you don’t want to in fear that he will say something to justify why he had just kissed you when he was your best friend, but you didn’t need an explanation. What you needed was him and as your lips collide once again, you swear you have never been more sure of anything in your life.
When your mouths disconnect, he makes more use of his by trailing down your neck to press teasing and chaste kisses near your collarbone. It’s dizzying, what he’s doing to you and you no longer know if you’re controlling yourself. “Jungkook,” You exhale contentedly and he continues to place light pecks on your shoulder area before moving up to your neck and suddenly sucking on the sensitive skin. Your eyes close involuntarily and you tilt your head to the side, granting him more access.
What he makes you feel is something surreal, something you can’t explain and all you know is that you don’t want him to stop. Though marks will appear and bruises will form, you can’t help but not care because you know that he’s the reason behind them and that makes you feel amazing. “Your room,” You whisper in broken breaths and he complies, getting up while keeping his lips glued to your skin. He carries you right after, and you can’t wait before you’re pinned under him once again.
Jungkook is more addicting than any drug in the world because he makes you feel like you’re at your peak with only one move or one touch. It should be dangerous to think like this, but it’s the reality of all of the things happening. You fall prey to the vice, letting it take over and there is no better way to describe what you are feeling other than pure lust. When you catch a glimpse of his darkened eyes as he places you on top of his bed, you can see that it’s what he’s feeling too.
All of a sudden you feel like you’re drowning- drowning in him but when his lips connect with yours he also serves a breath of fresh air. He is everything you need and more and the touch of his fingers on your exposed hips leaves a trail of fire in its wake, your body burning up.
“Jungkook…” you whine, tugging on his shirt to get him to remove the cloth. He complies and when it’s off, you barely get the chance to drink him in before he lifts up your own and helps you take it off. His mouth moves towards the upper part of your breast which is exposed and he sucks on several spots, marking you with bruises only to soothe them by running his tongue along the skin, wetting the patch.
Soft knuckles brush against your side, running along your torso before he reaches to your back to unclasp your bra. His fingers move to your shoulders to slide the strips of the undergarment down your arms. He takes them off slowly, savouring the skin that he touches, the aftermath of his fingertips leaving the heat in cheeks and your core growing as he drinks you in.
Jungkook’s lips move to your ear and touch against your earlobe, warm breath on your collarbone. “God, you’re gorgeous…”
His raspy voice reminds you of how real all of this is and how you so desperately crave more of him. You can only feel his skin and hear his voice and everything is long gone from your thoughts. You lock your lips with his own once again to engage in a passionate, heated kiss and your fingers skim over his chest before ending at the top of his sweatpants. You untangle the loop and push both the grey fabric and his boxers down, letting his member out.
A profanity escapes the boy’s mouth as you hold his length and run your thumb across the tip. He is losing control gradually- melting under your touch and falling prey to your skin. Jungkook moans for the first time, muffled by nothing now, and warmth gushes straight between your legs. By now, you’re soaking in your shorts and you’re positive that the wetness has seeped through your panties.
He lets his head fall forward as he closes his eyes, your hand running up and down his hard cock. Sweat beads on his forehead as you continue to do this and he fails to resist the urge to buck his hips into your hand. He bites his lip and you take the closeness as a chance to observe how he reacts and how his teeth digs into his lower lip hard.
“Stop- wait,” He manages to speak even through all that’s happening and your hand stops moving as you look up at him with worried eyes. “Did I do something?”
His eyes widen and he immediately responds. “No baby, god, you’re perfect-” He stops, exhaling. “It’s just that I know you’re a virgin and I need to know if you want this, okay?” His concerned gaze meets your eyes to scan for any sort of hesitation but he finds none of this. “I do, I want you.” You reply as you lift your hands to tangle your fingers in his brown hair and your faces are so close that your noses are touching and you’re getting intoxicated with the thought of his lips meeting yours again.
“Let me help you out first,” He offers before sinking down to where your shorts are buttoned and he pulls the denim down your legs. He touches the cloth covering your clit directly and taps the pad of his two fingers before chuckling lightly, teasing you about how wet you are. You only squirm in response, eager for him to touch you and he complies, pushing your panties down.
Jungkook doesn’t waste any more time, sliding a finger in between your folds to collect your juices and then rubbing it over your entrance, lubricating the hole. He rubs on your clit with his thumb before quickly replacing it with his tongue and you close your thighs together on instinct only for you to be stopped with both of his strong hands on each one of them, pushing them apart.
His tongue licks up your slit before puckering kisses on the inside of your thighs, enough to drive you more needy by the time he tells you to keep your legs apart. You nod in desperation for him to continue and his fingers come back to meet your core which has gained even more moisture. Jungkook slides his middle finger inside slowly, stretching your inside for the first time that night. “Oh fuck,” You murmur, closing your eyes at the intrusion.
He pulls his digit back out and pushes it back in a few times, your walls still tight around his finger. When he feels you’re good enough to take more than that, he slides his pointer finger as well with his middle finger and thrusts, curling his fingers up once they’re fully inside. “Shit, Jungkook-” You breathe out, reaching down to pull at the strands of his hair lightly.
Jungkook feels himself harden more at your voice calling out his name and he continues to move- continues to pump his digits into your tight warmth before suddenly plunging a third finger in, his ring finger this time. This automatically earns him a gasp from you and you tug harder slightly from surprise but then relax instantaneously as you feel him continue to pleasure you.
“Jungkook, I’m close…” Your voice is weak as it trails off towards the end, and though you wish for your sweet release, you’d like it more if he’d stop using his fingers and let you cum around him instead. You don’t need to verbalize this want as he presses on your clit once more, tasting your arousal with his tongue before telling you how sweet you taste.
“God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to have you,” He mutters, momentarily getting off of you to get a condom from the nightstand. He gets the packet and rips it open before taking the rubber and sliding it down his shaft. Jungkook waste no time in regaining his position above you and leaning his weight on his forearms which trap your head in between.
His forehead presses against yours before he whispers another question regarding your certainty about what’s happening to which you reply that you are sure of your decision, eventually telling him to make love to you already. He kisses your lips softly at first, treading on how precious this moment is for you but then the lust overtakes both of you and his tip is aligned with your entrance, slowly penetrating through your walls.
Jungkook grunts into the kiss, the deep noise reverberating from his throat and he bites on your lower lips to ask for access. Your tongues clash immediately once you open your mouth and you’re distracting from the uncomfortable sting between your legs as he takes your virginity with every inch of himself he pushes in you. Your thighs are quivering slightly by the time halfway of him is inside and the kiss breaks apart momentarily and you swear you can hear him say “you’re so tight,” before you clash into him once again.
His tongue runs over yours as his hips stutter slightly. It’s a mix of sweat and bated breaths and wet noises when he pushes the last of himself in you and he is buried to the hilt. Your mouths disconnect and Jungkook musters up all the self-control he has in him to wait for you to say if it’s comfortable enough for him to move. Your body is unaccustomed to the bigger intrusion and though it’s a different feeling, you find the pain slowly dissipating and you tell him it’s alright and that he can move.
Jungkook leaves only the tip of his length inside before moving back in slowly, and with a few thrusts your toes curl and your head falls back even more as your back arches to meet his chest. “Faster,” you command, breaths irregular and gaze unsteady as he obeys hips snapping back at an increasing pace. He begins to pound into you harder with the speed as well and you can’t explain the feeling- it’s simply just pure ecstasy and you feel like no other drug can be as addicting as him.
Jungkook grunts from effort and some strands of his hair stick to his forehead as he continues to ram his hips into you, rolling and fucking you to get both of you to the climax. He holds your right hand with his left one, pressing it to the side of your head.
It’s so strong. Your peak hits you all so suddenly and your mind blanks out as you repeat his name in moans like it’s the only word you’ve ever know. Jungkook watches you fall into pleasure, and the sound of your voice chanting his name is too mind blowing and with a few more hard thrusts into your tight walls, he spills his seed into the condom and rides out both of your highs.
Jungkook kisses you once more- this time slowly, and no trace of lust present. It’s not just want that you experience for him, it’s need. The rawness of the kiss drives you insane and you wonder why it took you this long before you were finally able to know what it was like to have his plump lips kiss yours. The wait was worth it.
As Jungkook falls down on the bed beside you after disposing of the condom and wiping your warmth with tissues from the night stand beside him, he turns to face you and though your eyes are closed, you can feel the intensity of his gaze. You smile and he knows he’s been caught and a content sigh escapes you.
To him, he knows that this is a start to a new summer. He also knows that though this isn’t the first exhilarating thing he has ever done with you, it surely is the most remarkable one and it’s his favorite.
Because nothing will ever compare to what it feels like to fall for you.
hey! whats up! i randomly wrote this hope u guys like it tell me ur thoughts hahaha + okay i really needed to put that first gif bc asdhfkdfkd jungkook roommate vibes
