fem! reader, girly! reader, shy! megumi, reader is shorter than megumi
lowkey tooth-rotting fluff!!
synopsis: an accidental collision at your favorite soba shop leads to a stranger!shy!megumi doing something he never does
word count: 978
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You were sitting in a warmly lit soba shop, trying to finish the huge bowl you accidentally ordered, not letting a single dollar go to waste. The work you were trying to complete on your laptop was forgotten, and instead, you stared out the window. You watched as people walked by, heading to different places. Some dressed in sweatpants as they walked their dogs, others in short dresses headed for the bar.
An hour passes by, and your food is finally finished. You feel warm and filled, the sun halfway across the sky, casting a warm glow on the world.
You get up, fix your soft cardigan, and pick up your bowl of soba to return to the kitchen. It was one of those restaurants where the entire thing is run by one middle-aged man who knows every customer by name.
Just as you turn, you collide into someone, your bowl falling with a hard crash, pieces of hand-painted ceramic going everywhere.
"Oh shit- I'm sorry I didn't see you-"
"It's okay!", you squeak out.
Before you get a look at who you bumped into, you bend down to pick up the large pieces of the broken bowl. Unfortunately, the stranger does the same, and your heads collide with a painful thud!
A soft scream escapes your mouth as you fall back onto your behind, the stranger doing the same.
"Oh my God...", you hear the stranger mumble, "I'm really sorry, are you alright?"
You haven't gotten a look at their face yet, you're way too disoriented. However, from his deep voice and lanky but tall frame, you can tell it's a man.
"I-I'm fine!"
You slowly get up, dusting your clothes, and the stranger does the same.
Right then, the owner of the shop comes out, "Oh come on! Agh, I'll get this cleaned up, shoo both of you! Y/N it's on me tonight...just get out."
You flush as your hurridly pack your things and practicaly rush out the shop. You don't get far before you feel someone grab your wrist.
"Wait!"
You turn, eyes wide with shock. You're met with the most beautiful man you've ever seen. His black hair sits perfectly atop his sharp face, pale and chiseled. His eyes are a deep indigo, surrounded by wispy, long lashes. His full lips are slightly parted, cheeks that rest atop high cheekbones covered in a light flush.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run into you, ma'am. Are you alright?"
It takes you a moment to realize this is who you bumped into.
"O-oh! It's alright! These things happen!"
He lets go of your wrist, and you tuck your hair behind your ear, all of a sudden nervous.
"I hope I didn't ruin your meal," he sheepishly says.
He's cute.
"No, no! I was already finished!"
He nods.
You two stand in an awkward silence, neither knowing what to say next.
Little did you know, Megumi was entirely swept off his feet. He wasn't one who went for looks; his attraction to someone was always for their personality. But he couldn't help it. You were a few inches shorter than him. Your hair looked soft and silky, slightly blowing in the wind. You were staring up at him with gorgeous, wide eyes, framed by long lashes. Your cheeks were glowing and flushed, your lips lush and coated in something glossy. And the way you kept reassuring him that you were fine, when his head still hurt from the collision? Wow.
He really doesn't know what possessed him to do this. Maybe it was your oversized sweater that almost entirely engulfed your frame. Or the way your head was slightly tilted to the side, probably waiting for him to say something. Before the silence stretched on even more and bordered on being creepy, he cleared his throat.
"I could, uhm- make it up to you."
You scrunch your brows, confusion covering your features.
God, you were adorable.
"Sorry?" Your voice was soft and delicate.
"Only if you'd like!" He said in a panic, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, "I could buy you another bowl, sometime..."
Then, without warning, your face splits into a gorgeous grin, your eyes crinkling at the sides.
"You're so sweet!"
Megumi could swear his heart stopped beating.
If you didn't know any better, you'd think this random, beautiful stranger was asking you out.
You boldly pull out your phone, opening the contacts app and handing it to him. What was there to lose? And plus, free soba! You were enticed.
He stares down at your phone with surprise, before finally registering it and grabbing it from you. He quietly, with almost shaking hands, puts in his contact information.
He hands back your phone, with a small crooked smile.
"Megumi," you repeat the name he saved himself as.
He nods.
"I'm Y/N! I'll be waiting for that soba bowl! You did bump my head pretty hard."
He gets flustered at your teasing, "Ah..yea..again I'm trully sorry about that."
You giggle as you check the time.
"Well, I have to get going, but I take it I'll see you soon, Megumi?"
He gulps at the use of his name, which sounds so sweet coming from you.
"Y-yea."
You give him one more smile before you walk away, bag swinging at your side.
He watches as you turn the corner, completely confused at this entire interaction.
Megumi walks back into the soba shop, a little disoriented.
"Oi! You're back! Help me clean what's left!"
He sighs at the situation he's gotten himself into. As he bends down to clean the leftover mess, he sees a small clip on the floor where you were sitting. It was too cute, it had to belong to you. He smiles as he pockets it.
Guess I'll give it back to her next time.
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first time writing for someone other than bakugo, hope you enjoyed!
content: no proof read!, fem!reader, dad!nanami, nanami and reader have three sons: ren (3), haruki (seven) and kaito (eight), just nanami admiring his wife and being thankful of you being the mother of his children.
nanami always thought that he would be a girl dad, he always imagined himself doting his little princess and you, but never in his life he would have thought he would end up being a father of three boys.
three boys that looked exactly like him, same blonde hair, same brown eyes and even the same facial expression of disappointment. something that gojo liked to emphasize — it’s like nanami multiplied by three.
it was a normal thursday night when you left nanami and the boys at home. it wasn't uncommon for you to go out sometimes with shoko and higuruma to have some drinks. but while you were having the most relaxing and chill night, kento was having the opposite.
"no cawots" said your son ren, as he moved the plate in front of him, a small scowl adorning his chubby face. kento sighs, tonight the boys have a wide variety of vegetables (and meat) to eat, but of course the carrots and the green beans are the least popular dishes.
"come on, my love, I put a few of them because I knew you didn't like it, look your brothers are eating everything" kento says as he points his two oldest sons, haruki and kaito as they're both too strangely quiet eating their food.
"it's not true" ren points out "they awe ex-exchanging the fwood between the twable ewytime you tuwn around" shocked by his son's confession kento turns around as he sees the two oldest cought red handed.
"ren you're a snitch" says your son haruki as kaito agrees with him.
"we're not going to play with you anymore" says kaito. kento tries to interfere but a loud cry is heard, and he sees ren crying, chubby cheeks red and with tears.
kento sighs again, in times like these he always wonders how you do it, every time you're here everything goes smoothly, the children listen, they behave. but when he's here he feels like he lacks something 'am I not a good father?' he thinks, he brushes the thoughts away, and places both hands on the table, catching the children's attention.
"okay, that's enough" he looks at his two older sons "first finish whatever you have on your plates and if I see any type of smuggling you're grounded" kaito and haruki nod at the same time, as they see his serious face "and second and last: apologise to your bother."
"we're sorry ren" both of them look down. ren looks at them still sniffling "it'z owkay"
"now let's finish the carrots, and then we will see cars, after that bed"
as if some magic words were spelled, the children finish their food and the night goes smoothly.
by the time the clock hits 10 o'clock, he's tucking in ren. as he exits the room, he finally let's his shoulders relax, going straight to the sofa kento sits, he looks at the side wall, a portrait of you, the children and him smiling widely. he looks at the other photos and smiles, never had he thought that he would be living such a fulfilling life as this.
he hears some keys giggling, and the door of the entrance opens revealing your form, he sees how you try to keep your steps light in order not to wake up anyone.
"they're all asleep" you jump at the sound of his voice.
"oh my god kento, you almost gave me a heart attack" you say as you place your hand on your chest. "how did it go? did they behave?" kento approaches you, engulffing you into his embrace.
"you're amazing you know that, right?" he says, you chuckle at his words "I told you cooking vegetables tonight wouldn't be a good idea" you smile at him, as you cup his face with your hands.
"were they smuggling the food?" you said, kento laughs "they were successful until ren snitched on them" you laugh this time. although they were a carbon copy of your husband they were still children, sometimes you wondered if kento was like this growing up.
"well, since you did a wonderful job, how about we lay here a little bit" you say as you guide him towards the sofa "you really deserve it"
"oh tonight was nothing, I should be the one doing this to you every day" he says as he sits on the sofa, he opens his legs to give you some room to sit on his thigh. "you're amazing my love, I'll never get tired of saying it"
"I'll never get tired of saying to same to you too my love. never"
He is a man so tired of the life of working and being a wizard at the same time that he just needs a release. You are his younger partner, a few years younger than the forty-year-old man. He was afraid at the beginning of the relationship because he didn't think he was as attractive as men his age, but as time went by he saw how much you loved that he was older than you, there was a charm in every dark circle cold expression on his frown that was too sexy in your eyes.
You'll also have to keep him updated on things that happen in your social circle ── he doesn't really mind but seeing you smile and talk so excitedly about a certain topic also makes him happy and much more relaxed from the daily routine. He doesn't understand half of the slang you and Gojo say when you get together, but he doesn't mind at all (just don't call him 'boomer' Satoru already does that a lot and it gets on the blonde's nerves.)
He likes to be greeted by you when he gets home. It may be a simple gesture but it fills your chest with a warm and fulfilling feeling as he kisses you on the top of your head, smelling you while an almost invisible smile appears on his tired face. "Did you behave while I was gone baby?" Nanami spoke with a hoarse and low voice, listening attentively to you about your day while smiling when he saw that at least his daily effort was worth it because it could give you a more tolerable and comfortable life. Even though he was tired, he would help you with dinner, lightly rambling about how tiring his day was and what you could do at the weekend.
If you mention that you saw something you liked in a store, Nanami will immediately write down the address and go buy what you want ── even if he works extra hours to pay all the installments, your smile is more important to him. "All for my boy right?" He would speak in a calming voice to your nerves, while his fingers tilted on your shoulder as a gesture of tender affection coming from the older man.
♡ NSFW :
The first few times you two fuck he will be a gentleman to you ── calling you "my sweet", "pretty little thing", "darling", "prince", "pretty boy"; talking about how your moans are the most beautiful thing he has heard. "Keep moaning boy... I want to hear everything from you." "What a beautiful voice you have, moan my name darling and let me hear more, say my name when you cum ok?" These would be some of the several phrases that Nanami would say while inserting two thick fingers into your swollen and wet pussy from the exaggerated stimulation he would do to your body.
He likes to eat out you, seeing you tremble and suffocate him between your soft thighs makes the blonde's cock practically cum without even entering you. He sucks your clit running his tongue in circles while his calloused hands keep your legs wide open for his warm ministrations ── Kento will whisper praises against your pussy making you shiver with each vibration welcome to your sensitive flesh. The blonde finds it cute the way you rub your hips desperately against his lips, making him place kisses on your abdomen and connect your lips, separating the kiss seconds later and looking directly into your eyes, watery with pleasure.
"Looks like you're in a hurry boy... Come on, come and ride my face, don't worry about your weight I can really handle it." Nanami moaned as he watched you obey his request and sat gently on his face ── your sweet smell and wet juices, the sound of your voice begging him 'not to stop' was like heaven to him. Nanami just wanted to make you ready for his cock.
When you reach your second orgasm of the night ─ crying and turning into a beautiful, stimulated mess for him, Nanami will finally shove his cock in your little pussy, moaning hoarsely and privately in your ear. "You can handle this, can't you little boy? You're going to cum on my dick again." Kento would groan, hands resting on the sides of your head on the mattress as he looked directly at every reaction you gave him ── from your breasts bouncing with each thrust of his hips, to the sight of your open mouth salivating and smearing your sheets, until your wet hole sucking his cock back into your throbbing heat. "Desperate to get fucked but too shy to do anything about it... my pretty little angel can't do anything but blush. Do you love my cock in you so much?" He smiled, as he accelerated his movements, intertwining your hand with his, feeling his balls hit your ass, making a slow, lazy wet noise.
However, if you want him to be rude and take out all the anger and stress on your body, Kento will do it with all the strength he has suppressed for years. Tying you with his tie and gagging your mouth with your own underwear ── you are not allowed to speak or ask for anything, at that moment you are his personal toy.
You saw Nanami's veins stand out from his forehead, neck and arms as he approached the edge of the bed, roughly opening your thighs ── your once gentle and sweet boyfriend gave way to a sadistic and cold dominator. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw your little fucked face just looking at him ── dazed and shaking, your pussy milking the air as he slapped your thigh hard, going to squeeze your breasts as you moaned against the fabric and tasted it of your own humidity. "That's what you get for being such a good boy." His voice was serious, as you watched him take the panties out of your mouth and take his cock out of his pants.
Kento would also have vulnerable!kink, meaning you will be totally naked while he will be clothed yet just taking his member out of his clothes and fucking you ── completely trapped by the weight of his body, gripping the sheets and whimpering as he pounds into your cunt, treating you like a personal cum dump. He would be rude and say the most vulgar things you had ever heard from anyone, the gentleman in him was gone with every thrust he made on your body. "You're nothing more than a pathetic cum dumpster," he hissed, his voice filled with biting contempt. "Do you like being degraded, my obedient whore?" he taunted, a sadistic gleam in his eyes.
He would fuck you to the point where you couldn't feel your legs anymore. With final painful strokes he breeds your pussy as he watches you cry his name. "shh... I got you boy, you were a good boy for daddy ok?" He spoke, returning to normal, holding your trembling body. After the rough treatment, you will be looked after like a prince by him ─ he will clean your body by giving you hot kisses on your face and offering you water. Kento would take you to the bathroom and clean up the traces of sex, while stroking your hair. "Sleep now, honey, I'll be here when you wake up." You knew he would be there like he promised.
I HAD NO HOPE BUT HERE HE IS, FINALLY I SEE MY BOY AGAIN AFTER ALMOST 2 YEARS 😭😭🤞🤞🤞AND HE'S SAVING THE KINGDOMS FROM SUCCUMBING TO THE MONSTERS 😭😭❤️❤️ (And pome is MADDD)
[[He fr be carrying in that bag the cure for the plague and DE army's power cuz he goated like that💪💪]]
Pairing: Bunny Hybrid Jungkook x Jaguar Hybrid Reader
Word count: 13 k
Warning: heat, smut, fluff, angst, cunnilingus, penetration, mentions of mating position, animalistic behaviour (no I'm not a furry BACK. OFF), sex, overstimulation and more...
Authors note: here is the second part / continuation. TT
Synopsis:
"What happens when it's the prey chasing the predator"
01 | 02 | 03
The tension was suffocating.
For a second, just a second, she let herself stay there—pinned under him, his weight pressing into her, his breath warm against her skin.
Then—
She sighed.
Turned her head.
And moved away.
Jungkook stiffened. His grip loosened.
He let her go.
And when she sat up, avoiding his gaze, he exhaled sharply through his nose, ears twitching in frustration.
"What’s your problem?" he muttered.
She swallowed. "I don’t know."
And she really didn’t.
She liked him. She really did.
But for some reason—some deep, clawing fear she couldn’t name—she kept turning away.
Jungkook didn’t say anything. He just watched her, expression unreadable, his body still tense.
The silence stretched.
Finally, she groaned, dragging her hands down her face before turning to him with a glare.
"And what in your bunny brain made you think pretending to fuck someone else was a good idea?" she snapped. "That’s literally the exact thing that made me all weird in the first place!"
Jungkook frowned. "What’s there to be weird about?"
She exhaled, ears flattening. "I don’t know, Jungkook... Maybe the fact that it made me feel insecure. Or jealous."
He blinked.
Her chest tightened.
But now that the words had started spilling out, she couldn’t stop them.
"I’ve never—" She paused, jaw clenching before forcing it out. "I’ve never been with someone before. I’ve never experienced something like that. And it—" She swallowed hard. "It’s scary."
Jungkook’s ears twitched.
He stayed silent, letting her speak.
"I’m afraid," she admitted quietly.
His brows furrowed, concern flickering across his face. "Afraid of what?"
Her tail curled around her legs.
"What if I’m not enough?" Her voice was small. "What if… what if you get bored of me?"
The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted to take them back.
She felt pathetic.
Weak.
But it was the truth.
She had spent so long pretending it didn’t matter. Pretending he didn’t matter.
But he did.
He had always mattered.
And that scared her more than anything.
Jungkook stared at her.
Long. Hard.
Then—
He moved.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
And before she could even think, he was reaching out—fingers brushing against her cheek, tilting her face toward him.
His touch was gentle.
Careful.
"carrot," he murmured.
She swallowed, breath hitching.
His eyes searched hers, dark and unreadable.
And then, voice quiet—almost vulnerable—he asked,
"Do you really think I’d ever get bored of you?”
She shrugged, looking away.
"I don’t know."
And she didn’t.
Jungkook’s brows furrowed, his ears twitching, but he didn’t let go. His fingers stayed on her cheek, warm and grounding.
"You really think I’m that shallow?" His voice was quieter now, something unreadable in his tone.
She inhaled sharply. "No, that’s not—"
"Then what?" he pressed. "What is it?"
She clenched her jaw, tail curling tighter around herself.
"I just—" She exhaled, frustrated. "Look, I don’t know, okay? I just… I see you, Jungkook." She gestured vaguely, struggling to find the right words. *"You’re—you. You walk into a room and people look at you. You smile, and they melt. You can have anyone you want. And me? I don’t—" She sighed, dragging a hand through her hair. "I don’t know if I could ever be enough to keep you."
Jungkook’s expression shifted.
The frustration in his eyes softened—morphed into something deeper.
"carrot...," he murmured.
She refused to look at him.
Then—
A warm hand gripped her chin, firm but gentle, forcing her gaze back to his.
And the second she met his eyes—
Her stomach flipped.
Because for the first time since she’d known him—since all the teasing, all the bickering, all the years of pushing and pulling—
Jungkook looked serious.
Dead serious.
"You’re enough." His voice was low, steady. "You’ve always been enough."
Her breath caught.
His grip tightened, just slightly.
"But if you don’t want me," he said, quieter now, "just say that."
And fuck.
She couldn’t.
Because that would be a lie.
And they both knew it.
Jungkook didn’t move when she slumped into him, her forehead pressing against his chest.
For a second, she just breathed—feeling the steady rise and fall of him, the warmth of his skin, the way his arms instinctively curled around her, like always.
Her voice was muffled when she finally spoke.
"I want you."
Jungkook froze.
But before he could say anything, she groaned, gripping his shirt.
"I want you, but my stupid rock of a brain keeps triggering my fucking flight instinct, and it pisses me off too!" she blurted, frustrated.
His breath caught.
"carrot—"
"I didn’t mean to say all that that night," she continued, voice tight. "When you made a move."
She felt his arms stiffen around her.
Felt the way his chest rose sharply with his inhale.
"It was just—" She groaned again, pressing her forehead harder against him, like she could bash some sense into herself through sheer force. "It was reflex. And I hate that it was reflex."
Jungkook exhaled slowly.
Then—
A hand slid up her back, warm and firm, resting between her shoulder blades.
His thumb brushed over her spine.
"So stop running." His voice was quiet, but there was no hesitation in it. No teasing, no frustration—just quiet certainty. "I’m not going anywhere."
She squeezed her eyes shut.
"I know."
And fuck.
That was the worst part.
She knew.
Jungkook huffed out a small laugh, his breath ruffling her hair.
"How about we take things slow?" he murmured, voice softer now. "Like… snail-level slow."
She pulled back just enough to squint up at him. "Snail-level?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Barely moving. Tortoise-and-the-hare but without the hare."
She made a face. "I don’t have that much patience, Jungkook."
He smirked, ears twitching. "I know."
She sighed, rubbing her temple. "Besides, my heat is approaching."
Jungkook went very still.
Her ears flicked in amusement, but she kept going. "And I really don’t wanna spend it alone like a loser if I already have a…" She hesitated, looking up at him again, eyes narrowing slightly. "…boyfriend?"
Jungkook’s lips parted.
Then, slowly—
A grin spread across his face.
"Oh?" His hands settled on her waist, fingers flexing slightly. "I’m your boyfriend now?"
She clicked her tongue. "Well, I don’t see anyone else bringing me tuna and dealing with my bullshit, so—"
Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. "Fuck it. Yeah. Boyfriend." He squeezed her waist, tugging her a little closer. "Guess that means you’re my carrot now, huh?"
Her tail flicked, nose scrunching. "You make it sound weird."
"You are weird."
She smacked his arm. "Shut up, Playboy Bunny."
He grinned, pulling her in.
And this time—
She didn’t pull away.
Jungkook tilted his head, ears twitching. “Sooo… what do we do now?”
She blinked up at him. “What?”
He smirked. “Like… do we make out or something?”
Her tail whipped behind her as she scoffed. “What kinda dumbass question—”
But before she could finish, Jungkook leaned in—just enough that his breath ghosted over her lips, just enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off him.
Her words died in her throat.
His smirk widened. “You paused.”
She scowled, ears flattening. “Shut up.”
But he didn’t.
Instead, his fingers tightened on her waist, his voice dropping just slightly. “C’mon, jaguar. Snail pace, remember?”
She exhaled sharply through her nose. “Snail pace doesn’t include you trying to get into my pants within five minutes, Bunny.”
Jungkook grinned. “I said make out, not fuck.”
She squinted. “Same thing.”
He laughed, hands sliding up her sides. “Ohhh, so you do think you wouldn’t be able to stop if we started.”
She froze.
Her tail flicked wildly behind her. “I did not say that.”
Jungkook just grinned harder, eyes dark and amused.
"You didn't have to."
She gawked at him, ears twitching wildly. "Oh—OH, okay. Fine."
Jungkook’s smirk deepened. "Fine?"
She cleared her throat, stepping way too quickly out of his space. "Yeah. We can make out…"—she made a vague, panicked hand motion—"later. Bye!"
And then—
She bolted.
Jungkook barely had time to blink before she vanished into her bedroom, the door slamming shut behind her.
A beat of silence.
Then—
He grinned, running his tongue over his teeth. "Yeah. She's doomed."
Jungkook sighed, running a hand down his face. Dumbass jaguar.
Still, he didn’t chase after her. He knew better than to push when she was in full-on panic mode.
So instead—he grabbed a towel, stripped, and hopped into the shower, letting the hot water ease some of the tension in his muscles.
By the time he was done, he felt a little more grounded. And judging by the silence coming from her apartment, she’d probably tired herself out from running mental circles around herself.
Which meant it was time for Plan B.
Fifteen minutes later, he was knocking on her door—with a steaming container of pasta in his hands.
The door creaked open just a sliver, revealing one wide, suspicious jaguar eye.
Jungkook lifted the container. “Truce?”
A pause.
Then—
The door opened just enough for her hand to snatch the food.
Jungkook plopped down onto her couch, stretching out like he owned the place. His ears twitched as he watched her settle in with the pasta, tail flicking as she shoved a forkful into her mouth like she was trying to avoid conversation.
Too bad for her.
"Sooo…" He leaned back, arms resting over the couch. "Wanna discuss how we’re gonna move ahead with this relationship?"
She choked.
Jungkook waited patiently as she smacked her chest, coughing.
Finally, she wheezed out, “What?”
His lip twitched. “You called me your boyfriend earlier. That means we’re official.”
She squinted. “That’s not—”
He cut her off. “And since we’re official, we should probably talk about how we’re handling this. You know. The snail-pace thing.”
She stabbed at the pasta with her fork. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
Jungkook grinned, unabashed. “Maybe.”
She rolled her eyes, tail flicking aggressively. “Fine. What do you wanna discuss, boyfriend?”
His ears twitched at the word, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he tilted his head. “Well… for starters—do I get daily kisses or is that too fast?”
She froze.
Jungkook just smirked. “No take-backs, carrot. You started this.”
She huffed, stabbing another bite of pasta before grumbling, “You’re an asshole, taking advantage of a poor little big cat.”
Jungkook snorted. “Poor little big cat? You literally tried to claw my face off last week.”
She shrugged. “That was your fault.”
He squinted. “How?”
She shoved more pasta in her mouth. “Existing.”
Jungkook huffed a laugh, leaning closer. “So what I’m hearing is… daily kisses are too fast?”
She side-eyed him, ears flicking. “No. What you’re hearing is that you’re a menace, and I hate you.”
His grin was slow, smug. “Hate me enough to kiss me?”
She inhaled sharply. Then, without looking at him, she muttered, “…Maybe.”
Jungkook’s tail thumped against the couch. Yeah. This was gonna be fun.
Jungkook stretched, ears flicking as he smirked at her. “Okay, so… cuddling?”
She raised a brow. “Huh?”
He tilted his head. “Heavy petting?”
She squinted. “Is that like me aggressively petting your head?”
Jungkook wheezed, throwing his head back. “No, Carrot—”
She groaned, shoving his shoulder. “Stop calling me that, you oversized Playboy Bunny.”
Still grinning, he leaned in. “It means, like… touching, getting real close—y'know, hands wandering, maybe a little grinding.”
She stared at him, then made a face. “What a pervert.”
Jungkook just shrugged. “You did say your heat’s approaching, though?”
Her ears twitched, tail flicking. “Yeah. I actually went to a doctor recently ‘cause I haven’t had my first heat yet, and they monitored my hormone levels. Turns out, it could hit any month now.”
Jungkook stilled.
Then—
His gaze darkened, pupils dilating slightly. “Any month, huh?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Why do you look like that?”
He grinned, leaning a little closer. “No reason.”
She glared, jabbing a finger into his chest. “Don't get any ideas, Bun.”
Jungkook just laughed, but the way his fingers twitched against his thigh?
Yeah. He was definitely getting ideas.
Things went surprisingly… normal after that.
Snail pace. Just like he promised.
They texted more, hung out more. Jungkook still teased the hell out of her, calling her Carrot at every opportunity, while she still rolled her eyes and called him Playboy Bunny—even if he hadn’t had a single woman over since they got together.
They made out once. Once—in the two weeks since their talk. And it had been… good. Okay, great. So great that she almost lost her damn mind and tried climbing him like a tree before she remembered the whole taking it slow thing and yeeted herself off him like an idiot.
And Jungkook? He had just smirked, all smug and cocky, like he knew.
The worst part? He did.
Then, a few days later, he took her out on their first official date.
Nothing fancy—just a late-night food run, driving out to a scenic overlook with burgers and fries. They sat on the hood of his car, legs swinging, city lights twinkling in the distance.
And for once… neither of them bickered.
Instead, Jungkook just glanced at her between bites, ears twitching slightly, before mumbling, “You look nice tonight.”
She blinked. Looked down at her hoodie and jeans. Then back at him. “I literally dressed like this to piss you off.”
Jungkook just grinned. “Yeah. And you still look nice.”
She froze.
Then, before she could panic, she shoved a fry in his mouth. “Shut up.”
He only laughed, biting down, tail flicking lazily against the car.
They had gone to a casual place, so it wasn’t like she needed to dress up or anything. It was fine. Completely normal.
Jungkook, of course, had been an annoying little shit the entire time. Teasing her, stealing her fries, calling her Carrot with a shit-eating grin.
But the arcade?
That was where she thrived.
She wiped the floor with him. Completely destroyed him in every game they played—racing, shooting, rhythm games. He barely won a single round.
“Damn,” Jungkook muttered after she annihilated him again at Street Fighter, running a hand through his hair. “I knew you were competitive, but you’re a menace.”
She smirked, leaning against the machine. “Aw, what’s wrong, Bun? Thought you’d be the big, strong boyfriend here?”
Jungkook squinted. “I am big and strong.”
“You lost.”
He grumbled under his breath. “This is rigged.”
She laughed, shaking her head as she pulled out a cigarette. With practiced ease, she lit it and took a slow drag.
Jungkook’s ears twitched. His nose scrunched slightly.
She raised a brow. “What?”
He shrugged, watching the smoke curl into the air. “Didn’t know you smoked.”
She exhaled, giving him a lazy smirk. “That a problem?”
Jungkook just tilted his head, studying her. Then, smirking, he leaned in—close enough that she could feel his breath against her ear.
“Nah,” he murmured, voice low, teasing. “Just wondering how that mouth tastes when I kiss you next time.”
She choked.
Jungkook just grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked off, tail flicking behind him.
Cocky bastard.
Things went well. For a while, at least.
She still had her moments, though. Little blips of doubt. But she buried them, pushed them aside, convinced herself they didn’t matter.
Until her.
One of Jungkook’s old partners.
It wasn’t a big deal, really. Just a chance encounter at a party. A pretty little bunny hybrid, all sweet smiles and familiarity, greeting Jungkook with a playful touch on his arm. It wasn’t like he did anything—he barely even reacted, giving a polite nod before excusing himself.
But she saw.
And just like that, something in her stomach twisted.
So now, here she was, sitting outside on the steps, sipping a vodka cran and staring at the ground like it owed her money.
Jungkook found her like that, stepping outside with a furrowed brow. His ears twitched as he took her in—the slumped shoulders, the absent swirl of her drink.
"Thought you’d still be inside,” he said, walking over.
She shrugged. “Got bored.”
He hummed, sitting next to her. “You’ve been quiet.”
She took another sip, shrugging again. “Eh.”
Jungkook tilted his head, studying her. Then—“Is this about that bunny girl?”
Her fingers twitched around her cup. “No.”
“Carrot—”
She exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face. “I said no.”
Jungkook didn’t buy it for a second. He just nudged her leg with his knee, voice softer. “You know she doesn’t mean anything, right?”
She scowled. “I know that.”
“…Then why are you out here drinking like someone kicked your puppy?”
She didn’t answer.
Because she didn’t know.
Didn’t know why it bugged her, why the sight of that bunny hybrid curled around him like it was second nature had made something bitter crawl up her throat.
Jungkook sighed. Then, with zero warning, he reached out and tugged her against him, tucking her under his chin.
Her ears twitched in surprise. “What—”
“Dunno what’s going on in that rock of a brain,” he muttered, rubbing a slow hand up and down her back, “but stop thinking so hard.”
She stiffened. Then, slowly, she relaxed into him.
And just like that, she breathed again.
She sat like that for a while, pressed against him, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. His scent—warm, familiar, safe—wrapped around her, grounding her in a way she didn’t even realize she needed.
And then, before she could talk herself out of it, she turned in his hold, cupped his face, and kissed him.
Jungkook froze.
For a split second, he didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Just processed.
Then, with a quiet noise, he kissed her back.
It wasn’t like their first kiss. That one had been careful, testing the waters. Safe.
This? This was something else.
It was desperate. Searching.
His hands found her waist, fingers curling in the fabric of her hoodie. She pressed closer, chasing the warmth of his mouth, the way he tasted like beer and something uniquely him. Her claws flexed against his jaw, holding him in place, like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go.
When they finally broke apart, panting, Jungkook just stared at her, pupils blown wide, ears twitching.
“…Carrot,” he murmured, voice rough.
She swallowed, searching his face.
Then, quietly, she admitted, “I didn’t like seeing her with you.”
Jungkook blinked.
Then—his lips curved, slow and knowing.
“…Oh?”
She scowled, smacking his chest. “Don’t.”
He laughed, but it was soft. Fond.
“Noted,” he murmured, pulling her back in.
It was a couple of weeks later when she started feeling off.
At first, she thought it was just a cold. Or maybe she was just being a little bitch because the weather had been weird lately. But then it got worse.
She was hot—too hot. Her skin felt sensitive, and every little thing was annoying. Jungkook's texts? Annoying. The way her hoodie clung to her? Annoying. The fact that her blankets were too warm but also not warm enough? Fucking annoying.
She was just a big, miserable grump, sulking on her couch, blanket half-draped over her as she flipped through the same three streaming apps without actually watching anything.
And then, of course, the door opened.
She didn't even have the energy to snarl when Jungkook let himself in, holding a bag of takeout.
"Carrot," he greeted, shutting the door behind him. His nose twitched as he set the food down. Then, after a second, he stilled.
His ears perked. His pupils dilated.
She narrowed her eyes. "What?"
Jungkook just stared at her.
Then—“Oh.”
She frowned. "Oh what?”
He blinked slowly, realization settling over him.
Then, lips twitching, he said, "Your heat's starting, isn't it?"
She scowled, burrowing deeper into the couch. "That can't be it. I'm just miserable."
Jungkook snorted, dropping the takeout bag on the counter. "You're clingy, hot, sensitive all over—"
She opened her mouth to argue, but he cut her off.
"—and a huge bitch."
Her jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"
He just crossed his arms, staring her down. "Tell me I'm wrong."
She glared. "You're wrong."
Jungkook raised a brow. "Carrot."
She huffed, crossing her arms. "...Okay, maybe you're not completely wrong."
His lips twitched. "Uh-huh."
She groaned, flopping onto her side. "This is the worst."
Jungkook just chuckled, walking over. "Nah. The worst is still coming."
She shot him a look. "Don't say it like that."
She grumbled but still shuffled up to him, her body moving before her brain could catch up. She pressed herself against his chest, nuzzling into the warmth like some needy little housecat.
Jungkook stilled for a second before relaxing, his hands naturally finding her waist. His body was cooler than hers, the contrast making her sigh as she leaned even more of her weight onto him.
“…So, uh.” She blinked up at him, pouting. “What are we supposed to do?”
Jungkook hummed, looking down at her. "Well, technically—"
"If you say ride it out, I will bite you."
He laughed. "I was gonna say we should talk to your doctor, but—"
Her tail flicked. "Mm. Too much work. Next option?"
Jungkook just smirked. "We could test that aggressive petting thing I mentioned."
She groaned. "Why are you like this?"
His smirk widened. "What? I'm just saying, we are dating. And I did say we'd take it slow. Maybe a little... snail-level slow heavy petting might help?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "...Pervert."
Jungkook only chuckled, rubbing slow circles into her back. "A pervert who's gonna take care of you."
She hesitated for a second, her tail flicking anxiously. Then, in a small voice, she mumbled, “Okay… Can we try now? Just to see if it’s too much?”
Jungkook’s ears twitched. His grip on her waist tightened slightly before he let out a slow breath, nodding. “Yeah. Of course.”
She swallowed, shifting a little in his arms. “What… What do we do?”
Jungkook gave her a small smile. “C’mere,” he murmured, guiding her toward the couch. He sat down, pulling her gently into his lap, and she instinctively curled into him.
The moment she settled, his hands moved—one tracing slow, firm circles against her lower back, the other slipping beneath her hoodie to rub soothingly against her spine. His palms were warm, steady.
Her breath hitched.
He was touching her, holding her—close enough that she could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the solid heat of him beneath her.
His thumb brushed over her ribs, and she shivered.
Jungkook smirked. “Really good, huh?”
She scowled, cheeks heating. “Shut up.”
His laughter rumbled against her. “Okay, okay. I’ll be good.”
She huffed but didn’t move away—if anything, she melted further into him, pressing her face against his neck. His scent was soothing, and his touch was so nice.
Maybe this would help. Maybe she wouldn’t have to suffer through her heat alone like a loser.
For the first time in days, she actually felt… okay.
Jungkook's hands kept moving, slow and deliberate, trailing lower. His fingers pressed against her spine, rubbing firm, soothing circles until—
"Ah—!"
Her whole body jerked when his thumb pressed into a spot just above the base of her tail.
Jungkook froze.
She froze.
Then, wide-eyed, she looks at him.
He blinked. "Oh."
"Oh?" she repeated, voice a little breathless, shifting her hips away as if that would help. She whimpered, tail flicking.
Jungkook licked his lips. "Yeah, uh. That spot's... kinda connected to your—" He gestured vaguely. "You know. Clit, G-spot. All that."
Her brain short-circuited.
She gawked at him. "WHY WOULD YOU TOUCH IT THEN?!"
Jungkook grinned. "I didn't know you’d react like that."
She scowled, cheeks burning. "You suck."
He chuckled, rubbing soothing circles into her back again, his touch purposefully staying far from that spot this time. “Relax, Carrot.”
She buried her face against his neck, mortified.
Jungkook just laughed, holding her close.
Jungkook didn’t move his thumb away. If anything, he pressed down just a little, feeling the way her body reacted—the way she twitched, her breath hitching in a sharp little gasp.
"Jungkook—"
He hummed, voice smooth and steady, even as his other hand slid between her thighs, fingers ghosting over the soft fabric covering her heat.
She shivered, her legs spreading without thinking.
"Good girl," Jungkook murmured, his fingers stroking her over her clothes, teasing, barely there. His other thumb pressed deeper into the spot at the base of her tail, and she whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily.
"Fuck—" She turned her head, panting against his neck. "Y-You're cheating—!"
He smirked, nuzzling into her hair. "Cheating?"
She shuddered, gripping onto his shoulders. "You— nghh—knowing about this spot—playing dirty—!"
Jungkook just chuckled, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss against her temple as he rubbed her through her clothes, his fingers warm, patient. "Carrot," he murmured, teasing. "You asked to try."
She whined, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. "Fuck."
Jungkook just smiled.
Jungkook felt her shudder against him, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"You wanna go further?" His voice was low, gentle—giving her an out if she wanted it.
She swallowed thickly, gripping his hoodie. Then, with a shaky nod, she whispered, "Yeah."
That was all he needed.
He let up, hands leaving her for just a second, only to slip his fingers under the waistband of her shorts. She barely had time to react before he was tugging them down, panties included, and—
"What the fuck—" she hissed, eyes wide, scandalized by just how wet they were.
Jungkook let out a slow, appreciative breath, his gaze dark as he took in the sight of her bare, glistening folds. "Damn, Carrot," he murmured, smirking. "You're soaked."
Her face burned. "Shut up."
He just grinned, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before his hands returned—one settling at the base of her tail, the other trailing down, fingers gliding through her slick folds.
She gasped.
And then—oh fuck—he pressed down on that spot again, while the other hand rubbed slow, teasing circles over her clit.
Her entire body jerked. "Ahh—fuck—!"
Jungkook groaned at her reaction, his grip tightening as he kept up the movement—pressing, rubbing, teasing. "That's it," he murmured, lips grazing her jaw. "Feels good, huh?"
She couldn't even answer—just whimpered, hips rolling against his hand without thinking, completely lost in the sensation.
Jungkook shifted, hands gripping her hips as he turned her around with ease, pulling her back flush against his chest.
"Wha— Jungkook—" She barely had time to react before his strong hands slid down, gripping her thighs and spreading her legs wide.
Heat rushed to her face. "Oh my fucking god—"
Jungkook just grinned against her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "Relax, Carrot."
His fingers returned between her legs, teasing along her slick folds, rubbing slow, torturous circles over her clit. She shuddered, gripping his arms for support as her hips twitched.
"Jungkook," she whined, pressing her face into his shoulder, already losing her mind.
"Hmm?" he hummed, feigning innocence. His other hand trailed back to the base of her tail, pressing that damn spot again—
"Fuck—!" She jerked, her whole body lighting up with a sharp, unbearable pleasure.
Jungkook chuckled, his fingers picking up pace, rubbing her faster, tighter, keeping her legs spread as she squirmed against him. "That’s it," he murmured, nipping at her ear. "Let me make you feel good."
Her breath hitched, hips rolling into his touch, and when he suddenly slid two fingers inside, curling them just right—
"Oh fuck— J-Jungkook—!"
He groaned at the way she clenched around him, his own patience wearing thin. "So tight," he rasped, kissing along her jaw, feeling her thighs tremble in his grip. "You gonna come for me, baby?"
She whimpered, gripping onto him as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter—"Fuck, fuck— J-Jungkook—!"
Jungkook kept his pace steady, fingers moving inside her with practiced precision, teasing that one spot that had her body twitching against him.
His thumb circled her clit in slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out every little whimper, every sharp gasp. She was a mess, squirming in his lap, legs trembling as he spread her wide, holding her open for him.
"Jungkook—fuck—" She arched, fingers gripping onto his forearms like a lifeline, nails biting into his skin.
He groaned, voice thick with arousal. "You're so fucking wet, Carrot," he murmured, kissing her neck, his breath hot against her damp skin. "So responsive—taking my fingers so well."
She let out a broken moan, her hips jerking when he crooked his fingers, pressing against her sweetest spot.
"Jungkook— oh my god—"
"That's it," he breathed, grinding his palm against her clit, relentless. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it."
Her breath hitched, pleasure building, burning, until—
"Oh fuck—!"
She shattered, pleasure hitting her all at once, her whole body trembling as she came apart in his arms.
Jungkook groaned, holding her through it, his fingers working her through the aftershocks, coaxing every last drop of pleasure out of her until she was a panting, twitching mess.
Only when she whined, overstimulated, did he finally slow, gently easing his fingers out of her.
She slumped against him, boneless, breathing hard.
Jungkook just smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder. "Good girl," he murmured.
Jungkook let out a satisfied hum as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with slow, deliberate movements. His dark eyes stayed locked on her the entire time, watching as she shivered against him, still catching her breath.
"Fuck," she mumbled, her voice hoarse, completely wrecked.
He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Yeah?"
She groaned, half-burying her face in his shoulder. "Don’t fucking talk to me."
Jungkook only smirked, clearly pleased with himself.
After a moment, he gently maneuvered her, shifting her so she could rest against his chest properly. His hands smoothed over her thighs, massaging the tension out of them while he murmured quiet praises.
"Did so good for me, Carrot," he muttered, his voice softer now, rubbing slow circles into her hips. "Still with me?"
She huffed, peeking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "Barely."
Jungkook just chuckled again, then reached for her discarded panties. "C’mon," he murmured, slipping them back up her legs with gentle hands. "Let’s get you decent before you pass out on me."
She let him do it, still too blissed-out to fight back.
When he was done, he tucked her against him, wrapping his arms around her securely. She sighed, melting into his warmth, and for once—just once—she let herself be still.
Jungkook sighed as he felt her breathing even out against him. "Of course," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a small, amused smile.
She was completely out, her body relaxed and curled into his chest, soft little purring noises slipping from her lips.
Fucking adorable, she was like a well behaved kitty almost. Almost
