Jongin would be very attentive, something to quench the thirst, a warm cloth where he’d clean you up and gentle kisses placed over your body. He’d wrap you up in arms once satisfied and hold you close while basking in those after-sex feels.
Body Part
Jongin’s very proud of his thighs, a dancer needs strong thighs but on you, your neck is what he loves – especially littered with his marks.
Cum
He doesn’t necessarily like making a mess and uses a condom most the time but if he does cum on you, he’ll want it on your breasts. He’ll love watching it drip over your erect nipples as you play with them.
Dirty Secret
Jongin imagines you when he’s dancing certain choreography, he imagines the way you feel around him and how you whimper his name when you’re close. He doesn’t tell the others that his sensual act on stage isn’t quite an act because he really is turned on.
Experience
He has a decent amount of experience, he’s not a playa or overly promiscuous but Jongin knows what he’s doing and he does it very well.
Favourite Position
It depends on his mood, there are times where he enjoys you on top, riding him while he watches you come undone but there are times where he loves having you pressed up against the wall while he fucks you from behind.
Goofy (are they serious in the moment or more light hearted)
If Jongin is feeling overly dominant, he’s serious, he wants complete control and every move is precise and calculated but mostly, Jongin is light hearted and just loves tangling in the sheets with you.
Hair (grooming)
Okay, he has zero hair on his chest but those legs are hairy as shit and he can go a few days without a shave. His pubic hair is trimmed neatly but mostly for occasions or dates; if he thinks he can get away with it, he won’t trim it for a week.
Intimacy (are they romantic in the moment, how intimate can they be…)
It’ll depend on the mood, or the occasion. Date nights, for example, Jongin will be the definition of romantic and he’d be showering in all the love and praise he feels you deserve, soft touches and whispered words against your skin would set the tone for the night. Eye contact is a must, he’d want you to see how much he adores you and as your bodies connect, you’ll feel like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.
Jack-Off
He’ll only really need to when on tour or away from you. If he can wait until he’s home, then he will because he’d prefer you to his hand but for whatever reason he can’t have you, he’ll lock himself away to help ease the problem.
Kinks
Marking, body worship, praise, sensory deprivation and mild bondage. Jongin has a nice little variety of kinks that he enjoys; he is a switch so he enjoys both giving and receiving. He’ll definitely try anything once if it’s something you really want to do or within the range of things he already enjoys.
Location (favourite places)
Practice room or somewhere with a mirror he can press you against, otherwise Jongin enjoys the comforts of home because that means – there’s no rush.
Motivation (what gets them going)
Something Jongin notices that really gets him going is watching you dance, watching your hips sway and the way you lose control to the music fuels a fire in his loins that he cannot control. Though, rubbing his thighs, kissing his neck and subtle teasing are also high on the list too – you just get him going regardless.
NO (what won’t they try, turn offs)
Public settings aren’t his thing, teasing or displays of affection he’s comfortable with but Jongin is a private person so doesn’t like the idea of sex in public. He’s not into anything that could hurt you or degradation – he’ll give it a try if you really, really wanted him to but he wouldn’t enjoy it.
Oral
Jongin knows how to use his tongue, very well. He loves watching you come undone just by his tongue and he loves the taste of you so he’ll do any chance he gets – he’ll even wake you up by eating you out if he’s that horny. He also loves getting head, fondle his balls, tease him, deepthroat him and let him fuck your mouth – give him head after a concert and he’s in heaven.
Pace (are they fast and rough, slow and sensual…)
Jongin is someone who knows how to use his hips and those hips are heavenly. His mood sets his pace; he’ll either want you screaming his name as he snaps those hips and fucks you into oblivion or he’ll roll them at just the right angle that you’re a moaning mess while he lathers you in kisses.
Quickies
Quickies are common for Jongin, especially during comeback season. He doesn’t prefer them over long night in bed with you but during that time of year – they happen a lot.
Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks)
He’s down for pretty much anything if it’s what you want and he does enjoy taking the odd risk but if at any moment he or you feel uncomfortable then he’ll stop immediately.
Stamina
He has a lot of stamina, he’s like the energiser bunny on crack – unless he’s touring or preparing for comebacks. He still will have a lot of stamina but he’ll only go one or two rounds rather than three or more; he’s a hard working and busy man so you understand when he’s needing to rest.
Toys
He has a few blindfolds, feathers and a nice pair of cuffs hidden away that he loves to pull out when the mood is right – whether it’s on him or you, he really doesn’t mind. He’s not overly keen on using dildos on you but that’s only because he’d rather use his cock rather than a fake one.
Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Jongin is a tease, especially when he’s feeling playful. These moments tend to come out when you’re shopping or in public in general. He’ll hug you from behind, pressing soft kisses on your neck or if you’re sitting down, he’ll gently rub your thigh; everything he does will seem innocent and sweet but the words he’ll whisper or the glint in his eyes will show you what his real intentions are.
Volume
He’s not overly loud, Jongin’s louder when he’s getting head but otherwise it’s soft moans, a few whispered profanities and low growls.
Wild Card (a random headcanon)
You had been dancing at an afterparty that Jongin invited you to and he couldn’t take his eyes off the way you moved. He doesn’t like to drink, barely having two glasses of champagne but the feel of you grinding against him made Jongin feel drunk with lust. He guided your body with his own, moving you both to the music as your arms curl around his neck and seductive words whispered in his ear. Jongin doesn’t remember how he got you from the middle of the dance floor to his dorm room but he does vividly remember how hard he was and how good you felt when he bent you over and fucked you for the first time since entering the relationship.
X-Ray (what’s going on inside those pants)
Jongin is average sized but he’s a little thicker.
Yearning
He is needy, with a very high sex drive. He’s not walking around wanting to bone every second of the day but sex is definitely the first thing he wants when he comes home from being away from you for more than two days. He knows that there is a time and place for it but he can’t help that his libido seems to go into overdrive when you’re around.
Zzz
Depending on what he was doing before sex, he’ll either roll over, wrap his arms around you and watch you nod off to sleep or he’ll fall asleep on top of you. Either way, when Jongin is asleep, he’s dead – it would take waving a drumstick under his nose to get him to wake up quickly so make sure you’re not under him when he’s had a hard day.
Au: Supernatural!Au
Genre: Angst / Violence / Smut
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Past Taehyung x Reader, Brother Jungkook
Wordcount: 3368
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, addiction, depression, mental illness, supernatural stuff, manipulation,
A/N: A honourable mention to @xingtrash for helping me with this story :3 my loyal advisor. And of course my fav Yoongi stan @xiubaek13 hold on tight :D.
“What happened?” You said, putting the phone on speaker and flinging it onto the bed. There was no time to wait, so you got dressed while giving Yoongi a sign to stay silent. “TAEHYUNG!” you screamed when he didn’t reply, jeans halfway up your legs.
“Sorry!” he answered, and you could practically hear the tears in his voice. “He’s just- JIMIN!” There was another loud crash, the sound of something breaking. “He’s seeing something and I-“
Yoongi rudely interrupted him. “Taehyung what did you do?!” he said, brusk, already fully dressed.
“Wait…Yoongi?”
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” he yelled, making you flinch.
“We…” he hesitated, he’d done something wrong and he was scared to admit it. “Jungkook pulled out the ouija board, I swear it wasn’t our idea. He begge-“
“Taehyung.” Yoongi said, throwing you his sweater that was by the door, keys in hand, ready to leave. “Whatever you do, get yourself and Jungkook out of that house. Go somewhere safe. We’re coming to get you okay?”
“WE?” Taehyung shouted. “What the fu-“
“Taehyung.” You said, trying to stay calm after you’d pulled Yoongi’s sweater on without thinking. “Just listen to him, please.”
“TAE!” Jimin was shouting and the phonecall was cut short.
You stared at the device, stunned, tears in your eyes.
“Come on!” Yoongi said, grabbing your arm. “I’ll explain on the way there.”
With your phone in hand you ran down the stairs after him, he got a big head start, reaching the car way before you. The engine was running before you got in, and he was driving before you had the chance to close the door.
“Light a cigarette for me.” He said, reaching in his pocket, swerving through the turn with one hand on the wheel. With screeching wheels you had to hold on as he threw the pack of cigarettes and lighter in your lap.
“You want me to light a cigarette for you?!” you yelled.
“We won’t get there any faster whether you light it or not, just do it!” he said.
You put the cigarette between your lips, using the lighter when he reached the straight road of the highway. The first inhale was too heavy for your lungs that were burning with anxiety. You coughed as you handed it to him. “Now tell me what happened?!”
He went full speed, the engine roared in the night. “I was here because the soul eater that did this to me always crowds around this place during halloween. They can be quite territorial. If they really used the board again there’s a big chance Jungkook got touched, or even one of the others.” He said, taking a deep drag.
“Touched?”
“When a demon or Demi touch your soul.” He rolled down the window to tap of his cigarette. “Listen, when I touched Jungkook’s soul - No, when a Demi touches someone’s soul they can only take away their happiness, they cannot take their whole soul and put them into transition. Only soul eaters can do that, and they cannot touch you if you haven’t called on them.”
“But?”
“Jungkook has already been touched by me, when that happens, it basically leaves a mark on his soul. He’s probably been telling you-“ Yoongi hit the brakes, the car almost stopping as he swerved around to take the exit. “That the shadows have been moving.”
“Yes!”
“They’re called Umbers, they’re like vultures. They circle around broken souls and feed on their sorrow. Soul eaters value broken souls more than happy ones. They are from hell after all.” He had to slow down, but he wasn’t any less reckless, tires almost smoking as he got onto the main street. “Jungkook could be in serious danger, if not all of them. If Jungkook went into transition or worse.”
“WORSE?! WHAT COULD BE WORSE?!” You yelled at him.
Then your phone rang, scaring you so bad you almost dropped it.
It was Taehyung, you picked it up quickly. “Tae?”
“We’re at my place, Jungkook seems to have calmed down a bit. But he’s far from okay. How far are you guys?” he asked, voice sounding hoarse but much calmer.
You looked outside. “We’re about 5 minutes away. They’re at Tae’s.” The last part was to Yoongi. “Is he hurt Tae?”
“He might have a few bruises and scrapes, but we wrapped him up on the couch.” Taehyung said something to Jimin probably, that you didn’t fully understand. “Why are you with fucking Min Yoongi out of all people?”
“I’ll explain when we’re there okay?” you said, trying to not set Taehyung off. To say the least, you were unsure of what Taehyung was going to do when he saw Yoongi. His temper was quite short.
It wasn’t too long of an awkward silence until Yoongi stopped the car in front of Taehyung’s house. It was huge, old, the gate ajar and your best friend’s Kia Sportage was messily parked by the door. Both of you leapt out of the car and towards the front door.
The door was swung open before you could ring the bell and you were enveloped in one of Taehyung’s bone-crushing hugs. He pressed his nose against your hair. “Thank god you’re okay.” He whispered, letting go of you and cupping your cheeks. “You are okay right?” his soft brown eyes looked into yours, and then they caught sight of Yoongi.
That’s when you noticed the hunting rifle in his hand. “You are not getting inside this house.” Taehyung pulled you inside, stepping in front of you. He pointed the gun at Yoongi. “I don’t want your rat ass anywhere near her or Jungkook. Get lost.”
Yoongi sighed, and you saw him hang his head.
“Listen,”you pulled his hand. “He can help okay. Put down the gun, you’re going to shoot yourself in the foot with that.”
“I’ll go wait in the car.” Yoongi stated with a bit of a sad smile, before turning back and walking to his car.
You turned to Taehyung, “Where the fuck did you get that?”
“It’s my dad’s.”
“You don’t know how to even use that!”
“Oh I bet you I can, want me to try with the back of his head as a target.”
“Tae, you cannot just shoot someone!”
He gritted his teeth, knowing you were right. Even if you knew that Yoongi wouldn’t be hurt, you didn’t want to risk it.
“I would strangle you right now if I didn’t want to see my brother this badly.” You pushed at the gun, lowering the muzzle. “I told you to put it down! Someone’s going to get hurt!”
He glared at you before taking your hand and leading you down the hall. There used to be a reception room but you’d turned it into your hang out room. A small couch, a few beanbags, tv, it was cozy.
“Kookie.” You gasped, seeing your little brother shaking on the couch with Jimin next to him. He looked up at the sound of your voice, eyes puffy and red, cheeks drained of any colour.
“Nimmy,” he whimpered.
You rushed over, and Jimin immediately made space for you to hug your brother closer. He manoeuvred himself out of the blanket to wrap his arms around your waist as you cradled him head. It didn’t take long for the dams to break again, soft sobs came from his lips as you felt the tears stain your neck. “Shh Nochu it’s going to be okay. I promise.”
“It’s all so real, please, you have to believe me. Please believe me.” he cried, holding onto you for dear life. “It’s not in my head. Please.”
His hair was messed up, and you combed out the tangles with your fingers, gently rocking him from side to side until his crying lessened. You pulled away, drying his tears with the sleeves of Yoongi’s sweater. “I know, god, I know. I’m so sorry for never believing you.”
All those months, you’d told Jungkook that what he saw wasn’t real. That the monsters he saw would go away, that the shadows would stop moving. But it turned out that it was real, and you just couldn’t see it. “I believe you now.”
“I love you so much.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead and hugging him again. He seemed sleepy, and rested his head on your shoulder. Before the whole incident Jungkook was different, he was loud around his friends, fiercely competitive, and confident. But everything he was feeling had turned him into a small and quiet boy again like when he was 6. You, Taehyung, and Jimin always took care of him, even when you didn’t need to. Babying him was normal to you, but you just wanted to see him smile again. To see him do that little jut with his chin when he beat Tae in Mario Kart.
“Nimmy?” he mumbled, as he leant over to put his head in your lap. You kept running your fingers through his hair, knowing it would calm him down.
“Yes?”
“Taehyung said you were with Yoongi?” he asked, voice soft, and barely audible.
Your heart constricted, unsure of what to tell him. Taehyung was probably going to scream at you when this was over. Most definitely for sleeping with Yoongi, because he’d probably seen the evidence littered around your neck. “I was.”
The younger’s eyes lit up as he looked up at you expectantly. He’d missed him so much. “Is he here?”
“Jungkook…” Taehyung started, but you looked back at him. You gave him a look, pleading him to leave the fighting for later. Jungkook had to see Yoongi, even if it was just for the blonde to check if he was okay.
“Taehyung, let her, she knows what’s best for him.” Jimin said. The eldest of your friend group was still sitting next to you on the couch and you’d blatantly forgotten to give him any acknowledgement.
But you gasped when you looked at him. “Oh my god.” He had a huge bruise on his jawline, and some scratches on his exposed shoulder. “What happened?”
Jimin slowly gave a nod towards the boy sleeping in your lap. “I tried to hold him back at your place but he was too strong and I kind of got slammed into the staircase.” He touched his jaw, wincing slightly. “He didn’t mean to, it’s okay. I’m glad he’s calm now.”
You smiled softly at him, and turned back to Taehyung. “Can you get Yoongi for me.”
Taehyung huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Tell me what happened, and we’ll see about it.” He had that determined look in his eyes and you were honestly too tired to fight him. Jungkook was seemingly okay, so you hoped that nothing what Yoongi had insinuated had happened. If your brother underwent the same faith as him you’d strangle him with your own hands. “I’m serious.”
“Fine.” You grumbled. “I was at the bar, back on main street. And there he was, sitting there, drinking whiskey. So my half drunk ass went up to him and started yelling, he tried to stop me and took me to his car. It basically ended with me forcing him to explain to me what happened. He took me to the motel he was staying at-“
Your best friend was fed up enough to interrupt you. “Classy, did you see his stash.”
“Hey! Let me finish!” you barked at him, covering Jungkook’s ear at the loudness of your own voice. “He took me to his motel and explained that it all started the night with the ouija board. Apparently we called on some sort of demon that ate his soul and now he’s a half demon or something. It’s all new to me and very vague. But trust me, I shot him with a gun and he didn’t even as much as flinch.”
“I want to try that.” Taehyung said, taking the rifle from where he’d put it down and moving towards the door.
“Stop! Hear me out first.” You said, and as expected, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Apparently Yoongi is transitioning to become a demon and he feeds of of bits of people’s happiness to survive. When everything had just happened he has no control, he didn’t know what was happening to him. He accidentally over-fed on Jungkook.”
“That’s it.” Taehyung growled, and Jimin shot up to stop him. “Let me go Jimin, I’ll put the whole magazine through his fucking nutjob head.”
You sighed. “Tae.”
“No, don’t Tae me! I love you, so much, you know that. But I cannot believe that you are stupid enough to fall for a shit story like that! He’s playing with your head baby.” Taehyung said, pointing at you. “I’m not going to let him hurt you too.”
“Taehyung, she must have some reason to believe him.”
“Ask him to come inside and I’m sure he’ll let you try put a bullet through his head.” You said. “But please not in front of Jungkook. Whatever beef you think have with Yoongi, don’t get him caught up in it. If what Yoongi says is true he never intentionally hurt Jungkook, and Jungkook will never see it that way. He wants to see his best friend again Tae, he misses him.” You tried to convince him. “If it was me Tae, would you let Jimin shoot me?”
Your best friend gritted his teeth and dropped the rifle. “God damnit. I swear to fucking god he better prove his point. He gets 5 minutes, not a second longer.”
“Thank you.”
He huffed, crossing his arm over his chest, pouting like the little child he still was inside. “I’ll go get him.”
Jimin looked at Taehyung as he left. “He has a point, your story sounds like a load of crap.”
You sighed, leaning your head back against the couch. “I know Jimin. Do you think I don’t know how it sounds? But I swear I’m not just pulling this out of my ass, you know I wouldn’t lie for him.”
The black haired boy cocked his head to the side, looking at you curiously. “But you’d sleep with him?”
The hickeys, he must’ve seen them on your neck. Not that you’d sen them yourself, but you could feel them. “Please just go to see if he doesn’t try to murder him before he’s inside.”
Jimin nodded once and turned to leave you alone with your brother. He seemed to have drifted off to sleep, peacefully, a rare sight to behold. You touched his cheek, it was warm, and he stirred lightly but didn’t wake up. He just turned himself and pressed his face against your stomach. A chuckle left your lips, moments like this, even though everything seemed to be turning on itself, you could feel a little calm. When he was with you and seemed to be sleeping, not having a care in the world.
If anything were to happen to him you’d never forgive yourself, you wouldn’t have anyone to blame but yourself. Because you found it necessary to go and drink tonight, which wasn’t an obligation. If you’d just been there and stopped them from using the board, maybe it’d all be okay.
You wondered if something had happened to him, but he seemed okay.
“Well, here he is.” Taehyung’s voice sounded from around the corner, pushing Yoongi forward into the room, with the rifle.
“Taehyung, I thought I told you to put that damn thing away?” you snarled, slowly lifting Jungkook’s head from your lap and onto a pillow so you could leave the couch.
Yoongi looked at you, seemingly unfazed by the gun. “I don’t remember him being this hostile.”
“Well,” you started. “He thinks he’s all that and then some, because he has a gun. But he’ll shoot himself before he shoots you.”
“I probably shouldn’t threaten him should I?” Yoongi chuckled.
“Leave that for when the gun’s gone.” You rolled your eyes, shooting Taehyung a look. Not that the other was responding. That gun was staying.
“So, care to explain?” Jimin said gently, probably hoping for this to go smoothly just like you.
Yoongi sighed, stepping away and moving towards the couch. The two others in the room startled at the movement and looked warily at Jungkook. “Don’t worry.” He rubbed his eye. “I’m just sitting on the armrest. My head’s hurting.”
His head was hurting? Seemed a little odd for someone who can’t get shot right? Maybe something was really wrong. “Just tell him before he looses his non existent patience and shoot you.” You mumbled.
“Long story short? When we used the ouija board 3 years ago, a demon took my soul. It turned me into a half demon and when I tried to cope with what I was going through, unknowing what it was, I fed on Jungkook. It was never my intention to hurt him, trust me. But I left before I could do much more harm.” Yoongi waited for an answer after that, not seeming bothered by the gun pointed at his head at all.
Your best friend scoffed, rolling his eyes at the story. “Okay, so let me get this straight.” Taehyung said. “You come here to explain what you did to Jungkook. You make up a shit story about demon’s. But you forget to mention you used to be a cocaine addict and that your br-“
“SHUT UP!” Yoongi yelled, he was from his place in seconds moving towards Taehyung. “What happened here is unrelated to my past, and I don’t even want to know how you found out. But you’d never understand, you piece of shit. You’re parents are filthy rich, you probably won’t have to pay a single bill until you move out of this dusty old house. You have no idea what it’s like to struggle.” He growled. “Don’t put up a tone like that with me.” You stared at Yoongi, unsure of what to do. His shoulders were tense with anger, hands balled into fists by his side.
Taehyung raised his eyebrows. “Wow, addict, criminal and piteous. Well guess what, I don’t give a fuck.”
“You spoiled brat.” Yoongi growled, and made a sudden movement that looked too much like he was going to punch him. But he reached for his head right as Taehyung pulled the trigger, out of pure shock.
Yoongi’s knees gave out from under him before the bullet could properly hit him wherever Tae was aiming. The blonde didn’t even make a sound, apart from a loud string of couching as he held his throat.
The moment Jungkook screamed, Taehyung let the gun clatter to the floor.
You swung around to look at your little brother who was covering his ears with his hands, eyes pressed closed. You’d seen this before, disorientation from when he was pulled out of a nightmare. “JIMIN!” you turned to your friend. “Get him out of here and to Tae’s bedroom.” He looked at you in panic, unsure of what to do with Jungkook. “Turn on all the lights in the room and don’t stop talking to him, make sure he knows you’re there, he’ll be okay.”
He nodded, and moved to Jungkook, helping him stand to leave the room.
You knelt down by Yoongi, whose breathing was ragged and rapid. He was bleeding from his shoulder, probably where the bullet had just managed to hit him. “Shit, how’d this happen?”
Yoongi shook his head, coughing more.
In the corner of your eyes you saw Taehyung move away. “You’re not going anywhere mister!” you called. “Get me scissors, and a first aid kid. And probably some water and a wet towel.” He knew better than to go against you right now, so he sprinted off into the direction of the kitchen.
“Yoongi.” You mumbled, pulling at him wrist. “What’s going on?”
He closed his eyes tightly, and removed his hand from his mouth. Revealing it stained with blood.
A voice sounded from the door. “Yoongi for fucks sake what are you doing in here? This is holy ground!”
