prompt- you and namjoon have been waiting till marriage to have sex. it was hard for you in particular, since you were so attracted to him, but now, the night after your wedding ceremony has arrived and you could release all the sexual desires you had waiting for him…there’s a problem though. namjoon says he’s nervous to have sex because of a secret he’s been keeping from you. jokes on him because, he didn’t know it would be a secret so …hot to you
content- softdom!namjoon, unprotected sex, crying during and after sex, waiting till marriage sex, bigdick!namjoon, explicit content, lowkey funny plot
a/n- originally got this idea from his song 버려😲when I first wrote it, it was a joke but now im taking it serious ;) kinda proofread
word count- 2.4k
💕first tag -> @jungkookie13-blog1
The time was finally here. The night of your wedding.
Thank the heavens because now, the moment that you and your newly wed, Kim Namjoon have always waited for has finally arrived.
Five years ago when you both started dating, you guys agreed to wait until marriage before having any sexual intercourse. It was Namjoon’s idea.
Though he wasn’t exactly Christian, he told you that he believed sex was something meant for exclusive love only and therefore wanted to marry first to see if things were real…before getting in you.
Kim Namjoon was always a smart man and his reasoning was usually logical and fair enough, but this alone was really tough for you, especially since he’s always been quite the hottie.
You honestly wanted nothing more than to dig your nails deep into his thick bare biceps and let him ruin you.
181 cm yet feels much taller, grown out buzzed dirty-blonde dyed hair, plump full lips like a cute heart, thick straight brows, observant dragon eyes that you yearned to see the world through, strong and tanned cozy sleeper build. Great for cuddling. Super sexy man.
And on top of that, he was wise, understanding, respectful and disgustingly reliable. He often read books or brainstormed lyrics since he did songwriting on the side.
Namjoon was always committed to the things he loved and you loved that about him. He was also a leader at heart but had a compassionate side that loved nature, animals and the simplicity of life.
Nevertheless, you guys carried through successfully with his wishes and were very excited to see the outcome.
You knew you wanted to be with him forever and therefore, knew this day would eventually come the minute he said his ramen and chill was just ramen and chill until marriage.
Now, that long awaited day has finally arrived and you were more than excited, practically bouncing around in your wedding gown just to bounce on him more in the bedroom.
As you both walked into the booked hotel that midnight, still in your wedding attire as you both had left the venue, you giggled and skipped happily while eagerly grabbing your newlywed’s sweaty hand.
Wait, sweaty hands? Why was Namjoon still on edge?
In fact, he’d been like this all day.
Before, you’d assumed it was because he was getting married. Marriage can be scary and stressful, especially for someone like the groom.
But now, it was different.
Now, it was just the two of you like always. You and Namjoon. No family was around this time. No friends with cameras were watching.
So, why was he still worried?
Maybe he’s just nervous about having sex for the first time. A normal reaction for something new. You didn’t blame him. This was indeed his first time since he’s been waiting.
But couldn’t he just trust you to help? Couldn’t he also just back out if he wanted?
He should know that you're his wife and wouldn't force him to do anything out of his comfort.
When you both entered the fancy hotel room, his vibe was radiating off even more distant and closed off energy. This was so unusual for him on y’all’s wedding night and he only did this when he was mad at you or hiding something.
You reached for his hand to reassure him, but Namjoon subtly pulled away to get the door.
He was a shy man at heart, but right now, he was obviously hiding something from you.
Curious, you decided to slow down and ask him what was wrong.
“Hey, Joonie.”
You said softly while you placed a hand on his tense right shoulder. You wanted to show him that you meant no harm. No judgement. He could open up to you if he felt uncomfortable.
The large Namjoon flinched and avoided your gaze like a cute clumsy bear.
“Uhm y-yes, love?”
You sighed, realizing just how on edge he truly was still. Choosing to jump to the conclusion and assume your suspicions were correct, you offered something that you thought would hopefully calm his jumpy nerves.
“We really don't have to do anything if you don't want to.”
You spoke to him gently, never taking your hand off his large yet tense shoulder.
Namjoon let out a quiet, deep breath before slowly allowing his dragon eyes to meet yours. They were the darkest of brown and had their kind of large, doe vulnerable gaze that made him look like a nervous little koala instead of a strong man.
“Love, it's not a-about that. It has nothing to do with that actually…” His stuttering deep voice trailed off, leaving silence between you two.
“Then what is it about Namjoon!” You nagged, getting frustrated with him. What could wrong that he was so on edge when you were trying to stay happy for their wedding night??
He quickly sensed your growing frustration and decided to get straight to the point. Namjoon muttered something that sounded like a curse, or a prayer under his breath before he fumbled with the belt of his pants.
You stood there with nothing to say, confused about what he was doing but trusting his motives.
Namjoon undid his leather belt, tossed it onto the hired carpet, and suddenly pulled his pants down to his feet.
You stifled a laugh. What even was his plan at this point?
Namjoon noticed your reaction but chose to ignore it. He was too nervous to even care about your amusement in his unexpected actions.
His black Calvin Klein underwear was then visible, which he quickly pulled down to his feet as well.
“Namjoon, what are you doing?-“
Out sprang his half soft about 8 inch cock, but it wasn't any normal cock, it was robotic like, mixed with metal and human flesh, even having a button on the side to power on. He also had two large metal balls for testicles. You gasped, not able to hide your interest and curiosity.
Namjoon sighed at your wide eye reaction, mistaking it for fear and disgust. The humiliation and embarrassment was clear in his tone as he spoke,
“This…This here, is my Automatic dick. I hate it but I was born this way. As I got older, the doctors said it wouldn't affect my life socially, only if I chose to become sexually active. Hence, the main reason why I wanted to wait until marriage with you…Baby, I'm so sorry.”
Namjoon looked down at the pants and underwear still below him with shame.
He was deeply insecure about who he was and what he was born with. This made your heart break. You really couldn't care less if Namjoon had an abnormal organ or not, you just wanted to be with him.
Plus, you believed riding something like an automatic dick was a blessing. Gives you what you need and is a mixture of a sec toy and human. It was perfect, big and honestly nothing to be ashamed of.
You sighed, your gaze softening to that safe look Namjoon learned to know so well.
“It’s beautiful.”
Those two words were actually what he needed to hear all his life. So simple for a situation so complex.
Namjoon gave a big sigh of relief and slowly started to relax. His shoulders began to slump and no longer tense. His eyes could stay in contact with yours. His vulnerable monolid eyes started to turn into something gentle that grew with their own.
He was starting to realize that he could finally have you, have someone after waiting for so long. Namjoon wasn’t going to let his insecurity get the best of him, especially when you, his wife, accepted him for all of him.
His now, not so soft, 9 inch automatic dick twitched with curiosity at the thought of having you.
You gripped the soft bedsheets as he slowly and carefully inserted his thick cock into your tight hole. You were laid out on the bed with your legs bare open for him.
No lube or foreplay was needed since you were already dripping like a waterfall from the sight of such a girthy, metal beauty.
His huge, veiny hand held both of your wrist over your head, as his large bare body towered over yours, pushing you harder into the comfortable hotel mattress.
Every stretch caused a whimper to release from your lips and this only allowed Namjoon’s metal piece to throb more and grow more.
He started off with fucking you with just his tip. It was already enough to make you cum since the heat of it all was sending you to another dimension, but you remained holding back.
You saw his lower abs naturally flex as he maneuvered his hips to control his slow thrusts. Namjoon also used his rough hand that wasn’t pining your wrist above, to lightly grip your hips as handles.
For an automatic dick, his tip was so warm, and glistened with pre-cum. It was starting to slip in and out so easily despite its size.
Namjoon’s dragon eyes met yours as he finally pushed and settled most of himself into your warmth.
“Mmm yes you feel so good.”
Namjoon then shyly pressed the small “On” button on his left metal testicle, and his automatic dick started vibrating while remaining deep in you.
“Joonie fuck mmm-“
He bit his lip at the sound you gave him. The hand holding your hip then snaked around to gently rub your clit. Your hips unintentionally jerked at the sensation and you cried his name.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet for me.”
He slowly started to gently thrust into and let out a loud whimper at the grip you gave him.
“G-goodness, ah, my love.”
Namjoon cried out, catching his breath as he kept moving, in and out, struggling to keep his composure as he picked up the pace.
The vibrations would increase the more he moaned.
You guys had just started fucking, yet you already felt his hard cock hitting that deep spot that desperately needed to be reachedinside of you.
Namjoon started to give you a faster pace with deeper thrusts and you gasped.
You were so close to the edge it wasn’t even funny. Your legs were starting to shake with the effort of holding back, but there really wasn’t use with his merciless pounds.
His eyes never left your face because he desperately needed to cherish this moment, needing to see every expression, hear every gasp, feel every squirm and throb.
The claps from his balls against your skin were wet, messy and loud, but not loud enough to drown out your earsplitting moans and his soft pants and occasional whimpers.
“Jagiya- mmff! S-so, mmah, close already…” he deeply panted.
Namjoon leaned his body closer, chest to chest with you. His hands let go of your wrist and you moved your hands to grip his bare muscular back, sinking your nails into his skin.
“Mmm, mark me love. I’m all yours.”
His rapid heartbeat and heavy breaths synced perfectly with yours. You could smell his intoxicating, but resinous scent.
That made you somehow closer. Throbbing. Not being able to hold back your release any longer. In a ragged deep voice, Namjoon panted,
“Just let go for me, baby. Fuck, I got you.”
His words of encouragement were the final straw.
You couldn’t help but violently squirt all over him, entire shaking from the impact. His sharp eyes widened at the sight before lifting his body up, gripping your waist and pressing your shaky body further into the now wet mattress as he continued to relentlessly pound into you, now chasing his own release.
Everything about this long awaited moment was perfect; The way his cock would still maintain its’ vibrations while it pounded into your deepest spots. The rhythm he struggled to maintain while whispering sweet encouraging words. The way he could fuck you perfectly through your orgasm as you desperately rode him for what was left.
You almost orgasmed again. The agressive sounds of the creaking bed, the loud slaps of his metal balls, and the feeling of his pulse beating aggressively against your skin.
Your favorite part of all this though, was the way he would moan, deep and yearning, like all his life he has wanted to experience something as close and intimate as this.
He wasn’t afraid to get loud and messy around you, and you loved that.
Then, it happened.
Namjoon finally broke.
He started to quietly cry, salty tears of pleasure streaming down his soft cheeks as he felt you throb around him, still shaky from your previous orgasm.
It was an automatic dick, but he could still feel your every clench, throb and shake from you. He tried to keep his rhythm steady, but he just couldn’t with all the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.
Every-time his thick member slipped out, it was like the perfect kind edge that made your pussy desperately grip for more.
He’s never felt or been in anything like you before. Well of course he hasn’t. All he’s experienced before you was his hand and his pillow at the thought of you.
You would think he would have slowed down after getting emotional, but he only thrusted harder, sharper, like he was angry he was insecure and made you both wait five years to have sex.
Quickly, his balls painfully hardened with the threat to release in you. Your hands shook and nails trailed to his lower back, leaving painful, bruising scratches on his skin.
Then it actually happened.
His legs shook. His grip on your wrists and his grip on your hips grew weak. His pants and moans turned into a pathetic gasp and deep cry. Thick ropes of sticky cum filled the inside of your womb and you could feel the hot substance spread.
Namjoon automatically pulled you close against his large warm chest, grounding body enveloping you completely as he quietly cried into your shoulder, holding onto you like the world would die if he let go.
“Never leave me.” He desperately pleaded with a whisper.
the jungkook has rented you to be his girlfriend for 48H.
paring -> solo idol! jungkook x rentaru kazoku!reader
prompt: as a female in the renting girlfriend industry, you must not have sexual relations with your client. you must not fall inlove. you somehow broke both rules when it came to jungkook. though, who wouldn’t? he was the famous, loved idol wanted by everyone, yet he still went out of his way to choose you, even if it was for just 48 hours.
content: fluff, angst? has happy ending so is it really, eventual smut (mdi), rough!sex, unprotected!sex, softdom!jungkook, cremepie, stroking, jungkook is very rebellious in this, obsessive “fan” behavior but there is an exaggeration, mention of prostitution, age gap (reader is like 20 while jungkook is 29, his age irl)
word count: 6.8K+
Disclaimer! This is fictional!!! I don't know all the complications behind working in the kind of field mentioned, I just wanted to add it to my story and add my own twist on the occupation for funzies. In real life, working that kind of job involves strict rules and contract while my story does not really. Anyway, my fellow ARMY, I hope you enjoy! 💗
listening to -> butterflies. - Brent Faiyaz , call me - Zach Templar, Crave You - Flight Facilities, Harley’s In Hawaii - Katy Perry
tag😜! @mikrokookiex @lovejeonn
A “Girlfriend For Rent” just translated as legal prostitution for many. It’s a shame society never accepts it for a real job and would simply dismiss it all as some kind of sick scheme.
You couldn’t even speak about your job freely without people thinking of you as some kind of hoe. You guessed they weren’t completely wrong since you have indeed contractually dated many men.
Having a career like yours didn’t necessarily mean that you did sex work. Maybe here and there you did something quick for extra money, but most rentarus did it.
It wasnt like you had to have sex with your clients. In fact, it was highly illegal, banned in all businesses, non satisfying either, but you knew that you needed your money. Lots of it, and quickly.
They also highly discouraged actually falling inlove with your client or anyone for that matter. That you could do since everyone who rented you was basically shitty and everyone you met didn’t stick around.
Your job wasn’t that bad… That’s what you so desperately wanted to believe. All you had to do was become the girlfriend of said person for the paid amount of time. Usually the time was just a few hours.
Every once in a while, things were simple and quick. Sadly, 99% of the time, things got weird.
Honestly, you hated everything about what you did. You so desperately wanted to quit but you knew that you needed this for a very personal situation you were in.
Yes, you were once a bright, silly girl with dreams of your own, torn between becoming an actress, your true passion, or become a doctor, the path your mother always pushed you to do.
Your mistake, you decided at your state university that you’d major in chemistry in hopes it would help you qualify for medical school, following in the plans your mother had set out for you.
Unfortunately, you failed, horribly, and soon dropped out, leaving your family in debt bigger than planned.
Your mother cried, but it was only tears of anger and disappointment. You remembered it all so freshly as it was only last year.
“How can you be such a disappointment and give the family a load of debt?! You will pay this all off! I worked years to give you an easy life and you blow it! You’re a mistake!”
Whether it was out of guilt, shame, or the lack of self esteem, that was the day you decided to sign up and work as a “Rent A Girlfriend” worker in an attempt to pay off your college debt and make some kind of living.
You were pretty good at acting anyways, so why not act as someone’s girlfriend and make money. Easy. That’s what you had thought originally.
Now, you realized that making enough money in your choice of career was more than just difficult. If you wanted customers, you had to be the prettiest, the most innocent, the most accepting.
You put on this act for each of your filthy creepy clients and wore the hottest of clothing to impress them. Yes, filthy and creepy. All middle aged men looking for a cute girl to have for usually just the night.
Some were awkward, just very lonely. Most were super uncomfortable to be around. You hated it, hated it so much that you considered pursuing something you had more control in, like maybe an Only Fans, but you didn’t want to be the failure with college debt and a genuine sex job. Three negatives multiplied don’t make a positive, but two can.
And they did.
At first, you didn’t expect the things in your career’s society to ever change. They were all the same. Perverted, horny, obsessive, but at least all willing to pay.
At some point, you just disassociated your mind and put on that act you knew you had to give in order to revive the dollars you needed. The tips.
Pay off the debt and things will change.
… Then suddenly, as if the heavens have seen your pain and heard your cries, you met him. Jeon Jungkook.
A man by the name of Jungkook had signed into the Renta Femme website and requested for you specifically to be his girlfriend for 48 hours, already paying 4,500 it’s nothing.
You could have sworn you’ve seen his name before. Not in a romantic soulmate kind of way, but in the celebrity sense. Wasn’t he some kind of idol? A global sensation? You quickly pushed away the thought and labeled yourself as hopeless and delusional.
They’re probably just using a fake name.
Plus, what celebrity is renting a girlfriend for 2 whole days? And if so, no celebrity is ever requesting for someone like you; Random and mid ranking amongst the others.
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At exactly 12 AM, a black sports car swerved outside the building of your company, Renta Femme with a loud vroom. It was already very late, an unusual work time for you, and on top of everything, this mystery man had the nerve to make so much noise with his expensive car in the middle of the night. He must be very rich to have the nerve, you assumed.
Outside, where you awkwardly stood, was dark, cold, but apparently the man who paid for your two day service had stated that he wanted all 48 hours with you.
This made you slightly worried, but since he did pay 4.5K, you shut up and went to work at said time, getting dressed in a short pretty pink dress and making sure your visuals were up to society’s standards.
You honestly didn’t expect the mysterious man to show up at exactly 12am so fancily, but now you could tell by his money and now by his sharp sports car that he meant business.
Car ever so smoothly parked and turned off, out of the fancy car stepped a large Korean man, dark buzz cut and dark sunglasses with an expensive suit. You noticed how he ran a rough hand through his hair, indicating he was still getting used to his new buzz cut.
Could that be the Jungkook guy??.
…
Apparently not, because the large man then walked over to the Sport Car’s backdoor, opened the door, and with a slow step, debuted him. The Jungkook, and his aura was just that of a globally famous celebrity’s. Not just any celebrity, but an idol.
The first thing you couldn’t help but notice was not his gentle mannerisms, his unusual lip per-icing and arm covered in different tattoos, shiny wavy jet black hair that moved in the wind like flowers, or his carefully crafted face, lips and jaw designed, kissed by the heavens to be the most beautiful…you first noticed his eyes.
So large and expressive while so dark. His eyes were naturally big, pure and so captivating. They reflected the moonlight above and pulled you in like a calling, as if the man used some kind of magic.
His face had a nice round yet model like structure, a cute nose with a defined bridge and straight dark eyebrows. The man was just beautiful, nothing like you have ever seen or experienced working here.
His skin tone was on the tanner side and glowed in the night, emitting this kind of golden hue out to the world. He was a blessing to your eyes.
The man also wore expensive large jeans, with a black hoodie tied around his waist and a white tee that displayed his manly arms, one being heavily tattooed, from shoulder to fingers. He had large broad shoulders and pretty black earrings to top it all off.
The man seemed to notice you as well after he stepped fully out of the car. You knew this because he held curious eye contact with you. His driver or bodyguard followed closely behind the man like a guard dog, sizing you up and down like you'd try something.
The bad-boy prince excitedly waved hi to you and jogged over. You didn’t know what status he had, but he seemed very powerful, so you deeply bowed to him.
The man’s pretty lips frowned.
“No, no, stop that. You’re my girlfriend now, remember?”
How did his voice carry that manly depth but still hold that feminine softness?
You slowly moved back up, standing normally and looking at him with a carefully blank expression.
He then kneeled down and gently took your hand in his. Your eyes widened in shock. What was he even doing? The man’s hands were bigger than most men you’ve met, but they were also more delicate and soft, like some kind of marshmallow.
Jungkook nodded, boba like eyes looking directly into yours.
“Let’s introduce ourselves properly. I am Jeon Jungkook. And you?”
…
“Y/n…”
Jungkook softly chuckled and stood back up. He was so much taller than you.
“What a beautiful name.”
His smile was like sunlight in the fall, and his eyes curled with it like some kind of rainbow. You normally didn’t question people’s motives for booking you, but you couldn’t help but question why a man like Jungkook would waste time with rent-a girlfriend service.
You decided that there was no way a rich celebrity would buy you for their fun, so he is likely to be a lonely nepo baby.
“Anyway, we don’t have much time to waste so let’s go.”
Jungkook never let go of your hand as he led you to his sports car, bodyguard following ahead to open the door for you both. Heaven knew where you guys were going, but your company was not strict. Honestly, just give them extra dollars and the men could do anything, and fortunately for Jungkook, that was easy.
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12:27 AM
The car ride was smooth, just fast and a bit bumpy at times. You and Jungkook sat in the back seat and there was this awkward silence that came before he tried to break the ice.
“Are you normally this quiet, Y/n?” His boba eyes examined you from head to toe in innocent curiosity.
“No I uh-“ You couldn’t help but forget how to respond. Every-time Jungkook glanced your way, you felt shockwaves through your body. This man had the most sweet yet most impactful gaze on you.
“Is it because of my job?” Jungkook asked quietly.
His job? What did he do? Nepo babies didn’t usually have jobs.
“What? What do you do?”
“Never mind.” He averted his gaze and used his tattooed hand to fidget with lip per-icing.
“Touchy subject?” You questioned. Jungkook shook his head quickly.
“No, it’s just…I wanna surprise you.” Jungkook softly smirked. It was not warm, but it was mischievous, like you were gonna be his partner in crime rather than girlfriend for two days. This confused and started to annoy you. Why was he being so mysterious?
Jungkook’s smirk became a wide bunny-like grin. He could see how you carefully chose your expressions, and he liked seeing a crack in your ‘mask’. He knew the feeling of hiding from the world all too well.
“What made you rent me?” You couldn’t help but blurt out.
Jungkook closed his eyes to briefly think, and it took him a few seconds to figure out what he was going to say. Then, without breaking eye contact he smiled and said,
“Very pretty girl. Lowkey. My friend said we’d go good together. No one would suspect I rented you.”
No one would suspect???
You decided to change the subject since he obviously loved to surprise people and remain vague. Just what kind of man was he?
“What are we going to do?”
…
“Just be my girlfriend. Act natural.”
You groaned, a piece of your mask cracking at his vagueness. Jungkook smirked and poked your cheek with his tattooed hand casually. His fingers were so gentle. You tried not to smile for a second.
“Can I at least know where we’re going??”
“Almost there.” He smirked
“Ughh!” You couldn’t take it anymore. Why was he being so secretive?
Jungkook was getting a high off your frustration and giggled softly to himself. Why does he giggle?? Why is it cute?
“At least tell me how old you are? Not to be rude, you act young.”
Jungkook hummed softly to himself and then smiled, that warm and charming one he just naturally had.
“How old do I look?”
Ugh, not this question.
You looked closely at his face. So pure, so cute, so bunny like with the biggest of eyes. It was hard to guess his age while struggling to calm the butterflies that threatened to take over your stomach. What was happening to you? One cute guy shouldn’t destroy your ability to avoid falling, right?
His clear glowy skin, innocent soft eyes, plum and hydrated lips, perfectly sized nose.
“You’ve gotta be like my age…So like 20.”
Jungkook bit his lip playfully and then stared out of the tinted window.
“I’m 29.”
…
“What???”
The car suddenly jerked to a stop.
“We’re here.”
With both hands Jungkook handed you a large black mask before putting on his own and putting a black hat over his pretty hair.
He then handed you the hoodie around his waist and insisted that you put it on, cover your face completely and look down when entering the building. What exactly did you just get yourself into?
You then put the peice of clothing over your pink dress. His black hoodie wore a little big on you and was surprisingly warm and comfortable to be in. It smelt like him; expensive cologne and something soft, sweet almost.
“Wait what’s happening-“
“Let’s goo~” he said in his happy voice before yanking you out of the car with him. He was so strong, damn.
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12:35 AM
Nothing could have prepared you for the dozens of fans waiting in the hotel lobby. Like a group of flies, they noticed Jungkook walk into the building despite his attempt at disguise and suddenly, cameras were flashing, microphones were pressed against his lips and people were screaming Jungkook like he was some kind of religious figure.
Random yet personal questions were being asked left and right. They weren’t even directed towards you yet they were too much to keep up with. How did Jungkook stay so unphased? So calm?
“Mr. Jeon, is it true you have plans for a hiatus?”
“Jungkook, who did you vote for?”
“Are you tired of your parasocial fans?”
“Oppa, do you ever plan to marry?”
“Kookie, who was that romantic song you sang about?”
“Jungkook, do you think you’re a good role model for the younger fans?”
Jungkook was unusually calm and silent through it all, following in front of his body guard as you main between them both. Your first impression of this man was a bad boy look with a very silly, witty vibe. Now he was closed off, annoyed and quick with his every action.
“Is this a sasaeng in between Jungkook and his Bodygaurd!?”
Someone shouted out.
Sasaeng?? You’ve never been so confused in your life.
A group of girls gasped and started to throw water at you. Jungkook moved you in front of him to shield you from their attacks. He was worried about you, but he didn’t care if he got hit by simple things like water. You gripped onto his large arm tighter, seeking protection.
“Just keep looking down… we’re almost done.”
Jungkook whispered, low and rough in your ear, yet the sound was so soothing. He reassuringly pulled your back against his chest, a possessive action in front of these “fans.”
You could have sworn you heard angry screams from someone within the pool of people after Jungkook’s action. Luckily, Jungkook safely guided you into the elevator and the body guard stayed out to ensure no one was let in.
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The hotel you two shared was large in size on the fifth floor. It had its own kitchen, its own living room, two bathrooms, but only one room with one large bed.
Both of you two were sitting on the large fluffy couch by the window of the balcony that displayed a pretty scene and a pretty glass coffee table.
It was still dark out since it was almost 1AM, but the stars were nice and gave the sky a nice shine.
You, on the right side of the couch, were still freaked out about everything. The people disrupting the hotel lobby, the angry girls who threw water at you, the way people surrounded Jungkook like he had to cure for cancer.
Jungkook, on the left side of the couch, was casually layed out on the furniture, thinking long and hard about what he could do to entertain you and distract you from everything that may have frightened you down in the lobby. He was used to the fans, used to the noise. He hated it, but what could he do about it?
You took off the mask but forgot to take off the huddie. It felt comfortable and plus, you felt much better in his clothes then your ‘girlfriend’ attire.
“So what do you wanna do now?” Jungkook questioned while sitting up to look at you. His quiet voice cut through the silence and even though he was exhausted, he kept his eyes big and doe to seem approachable for you.
Wasn’t that supposed to be your job? He paid almost 5k for you, yet he was basically doing your work.
You realized you needed to act as his sweet girlfriend and not an anxious girl he had to protect.
“We could get to know each-other.” You smiled professionally while heightening your voice ever so slightly. Jungkook could see right through your bullshit and he sighed heavily. He took his hat off and ran a large tattooed hand though his dark wavy hair.
“I have just the thing.”
He suddenly jumped up from the couch and reached deep into his jean pocket.
Was it going to be a condom? You were worried that he was like every other man who has rented you. They just wanted sex or weird kinky stuff you didn’t want to remember. They were never good at it anyway. You guessed that if he was indeed like every other man, having sex with Jungkook wouldn’t be bad, but it still made you feel more like a prostitute. More like a whore. You hated your job…
“Let’s play Bunny Uno.” He gave you that boyish smile and started professionally shuffling the cards.
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1:15 AM
After a few fun rounds of Bunny Uno, which was just regular Uno decorated with cute cartoon Bunnies, Jungkook checked his phone to see what was being said about him.
Suddenly, he laughed for a good 10 seconds, the sound rich and pure before he scooted over to sit next to you and show.
“Wow look what they wrote here!”
Jungkook Jeon, global sensation was spotted with a girl in a leaked hotel building. Fans claim that was an example of a mentally ill sasaeng !
“They’re so delulu…whatever.” Jungkook groaned dramatically to himself as he rolled his pretty eyes. You couldn’t help but still wonder why they kept referring to you as a sasaeng.
“What’s a sasaeng?”
“Like a stalker. For Kpop idols.”
“You’re a Kpop idol??”
“What did you think I was?”
“Like, I don’t know, a nepo baby.” You mumbled, already regretting everything. Don’t kpop idols have strict companies and very parasocial fans? It was all added up and you wanted out of it.
Jungkook giggled for a bit before laying on the floor playfully.
“Well I am rich—“
“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure my company pays you back all the money you sent, but I can’t do this.”
His playful attitude immediately dropped and he panicked.
“Wait, Y/n!“ Jungkook’s body shot up with anxiety and his hands shook slightly. He was no longer casually laying on the floor like some kind of puppy, he was now a jumpy dog with separation anxiety.
“I’m sorry. It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Jeon.” You politely bidded before getting up. You realized you were still in his warm hoodie and slowly attempted to take it off.
“Don’t go!” Jungkook stood up, his height towering over you before he grabbed your wrist with a shaky tattooed hand and got on his knees. He looked up at you with a plea.
“If I’m going to do this, It needs to be you. Please, I’ll pay so much money…just don’t leave me.”
You groaned. No one can resist those dark, sparkling boba eyes. How did this man, who looked so bad and scary find it in his heart to beg you to stay?
“Do what Jungkook???”
“Just for today. And tomorrow. Be my girlfriend and scare my obsessive fans away. Is that so hard??” He whined.
“Yes! Yes it is hard because your fans are crazy!” You almost wanted to scream, but you pulled it together and only yelled instead.
“I know, I know. That’s why I need you to discourage them!”
Silence.
“I- uh… I’m just tired of this life…I need them all to grow up. So for two days, just two, including today, be my girlfriend. Please-“
“So you just want to cause chaos??" You blurted out.
“I… yeah. And I want attention on my new single that I’m working on. ” He mumbled this sheepishly, but his grip on your wrist remained tight. The idol was not baking down, and he was setting on having you as his partner for his plan.
More awkward silence—before suddenly,
Brr.
Your stomach embarrassingly and unexpectedly grumbled out the blue. Jungkook stifled a laugh as he watched you panic and clutch your belly through his hoodie that you were still wearing.
“Mmm someone’s hungry.” Jungkook lightly teased with a bunny smile. You only grumbled and tried not to gush at his innocent expression.
“I’ll make us some spicy ramen.” He offered before you could even think.
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2:04 AM
You both had just met about two hours ago and things were up to a strange start. You came to find out that this pretty man was an idol, a big kpop idol who loved to play Kitty Uno and make the best ramen.
Yes, Jungkook Jeon had made your noisy tummy ramen at 1 AM and it was so good, so perfect, you fell asleep on the hotel couch. You now had less than 46 hours left on this girlfriend for rent job with him, and despite the chaos you and him were about to cause in the foreign work to you, Jungkook was actually the best guy you’ve ever experienced.
He didn’t push, he didn’t ask for much, he just wanted a girl solely for the purpose of causing noise, self destroying his solo career just to build it back up.
Jungkook was also noticeably more attractive and respectful than any other guy who payed for you. The way his boba eyes sparkled, the way his biceps curled with his movement, the way he protected you from his fans.
His tatted arm, face of pericings, only added to his art. You could understand why his fans were so crazy about him and why they acted the way they did when they saw you closely walking with him into the hotel. They were in denial and claimed you to be a saseang.
“How old do I look?…I’m 29.”
What Jungkook stated in the car suddenly replayed in your head. He was about 8 years older than you, almost 30, and his fans still treated him like he couldn’t walk with a woman in public.
——
You awoke at 10 AM, a little later than your normal wake up time, and shockingly, it was the best sleep you’ve had in ages. You normally struggled to sleep at night, especially with your type of job, but for some reason you could sleep just fine last night.
You slowly took in your surroundings. Soft hotel king sized bed. You were carefully tucked in and safely secure in this soft bed.
Wait, you fell asleep on the couch eating ramen with Jungkook. So how did you get here and where was Jungkook??
You pushed your body up and looked around. You could see a large white blanket folded up in the floor along with a single pillow with a head imprint on it and some black hair strands on the pillow case.
Did jungkook sleep there last night to make you comfortable? Was Jungkook the one who carried you to bed?
You heart suddenly felt weird. It wasn’t pain but it was sharp and random.
The sound of water quietly hitting the shower floor came from the bathroom and reached your ears. Soft, almost pitch perfect singing echoed from the bathroom and leading into the hotel bedroom.
Oh that’s where Jungkook was. In the shower.
You should do something productive as well, you thought at you slowly got up from the bed.
“Did he change my clothing to pajamas too?” You wondered out loud before looking down. Nope, you were still in his large black hoodie. How did it always stay so warm?
You walked out into the hotel’s small living room, where you and Jungkook played Kitty Uno and you saw a black leather journal laid out on the glass coffee table.
Out of curiosity and a little boredom, you snooped through his journal brefily.
It was his music journal. what he used for brainstorming lyrics and finding out what he wanted to sing about. He was working on something currently and was struggling what to name it, you could tell by the question marks by title of song.
Overall, the lyrics were about this girl he fell for, but he has a few hours left with her. He wants nothing more than to make her fall for him within those hours and feel the same way he feels about her.
“That sounds familiar…” you curiously whispered to yourself.
Suddenly, It went silent. Too silent. The shower stopped. Jungkook’s soft singing stopped.
You had to act fast and decided to scurry back into the bed and act innocent like you weren’t snooping through this man’s things.
You hopped in the bed right in time, regulated your breathing and closed your eyes.
You heard the bathroom door open and felt the gust of the warm fog that escaped from the bathroom. Jungkook quietly hummed and stretched as he walked over to look into his bag for what you assumed were a pair of clothes.
Clothes? That means he had nothing but a towel on.
Curious once again, you decided you’d take a small peak when you thought he wasn’t looking.
Jungkook was a work of art. Why didn’t anyone tell you he also had a chest tattoo that matched his huge arm tats? He had the body of a chill gym rat. Naturally fit with gym every now and then. His diet must contribute to his 6 pack and yummy biceps. And his wet, post shower body wasn’t just hot, his face was too. The piercings were like the cherry on top and how did his hair look so good wet. How did his jawline stay so sharp and how did his eyes look so big—
Jungkook was staring directly at you with a cheeky expression.
You didn’t know what to do but you quickly pretended you just woke up and were looking around.
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10:10 AM
“If you really think I would fall for that, you must still be very sleepy.” He lightly teased.
“Mm cause I just woke up.” You claimed with a fake yawn. Jungkook wasn’t buying it, he could read people well.
“Sure.” He walked over and booped your nose with a wet finger, causing your stomach to strangely flutter. The closer he got the more you could smelt him. He smelt so nice.
There was this silence with unspoken words that came over you both. White hotel towel still around his slutty waist, wet but more lengthy dark hair, glossy skin and sexy muscles with tattoos. You knew you wanted Jungkook, but you weren’t sure if he wanted you back or just needed your girlfriend service to fuck with his fans.
“Y/n, I—“
Before Jungkook could finish what he was going to say, his phone rang. He picked up the voice call after letting it ring for a bit and put it on speaker so you could listen in too.
“Hello??“
“Jeon, what the fuck are you doing!?!”
Though the man with the yelling voice on the other end of the call couldn’t see, Jungkook smiled, that mischievous bunny smile that you knew by now meant trouble.
“I-I just showered.”
“I don’t…Jeon everybody is losing their shit! You better deny everything. Say she’s a family friend. Say that she’s your sister. I don’t care just—“
Bleep.
Jungkook then grabbed your arm and yanked your entire up from the bed with ease. Damn he was strong.
“Come, come, let’s make a TikTok—Shit!”
Jungkook’s towel had slipped from his waist and onto the floor, leaving him bare and exposed to the air and you.
You looked down at the floor quickly as he panicked and ran to find some pants. You felt your face go red. You just got flashed by the hot man and he was so big. But not the point, the point was that you just got flashed by pure accident for the first time.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean too!”
His voice sounded so much higher and panicked than his normal and he seemed genuine.
———————————
Before creating the TikTok Jungkook made sure your entire identity was covered. You wore his baggy black huddie, a large white mask, a hat to cover half of your face and hold your hair up, and the baggiest of sweatpants Jungkook got to hide your figure. You could tell he really cared about preventing fans from discovering your identity and attempting to harm you. He wouldn’t let that happen.
The warm trend for couples he wanted to do with you was cute and simple. On the final take, he kissed your neck area and you didn’t know how to act. The TikTok then ended.
“Oh, they will lose their minds over this.” Jungkook snickered in mischief.
He also made sure to kiss your neck on camera to establish the relation between you two
Immediately after, things were not looking to good. The voices from down at the hotel lobby suddenly got louder. Jungkook’s phone soon started violently shaking from getting spam calls, and they were not from scammers. Jungkook didn’t even want to see what they were saying about him online, so he deleted TikTok. Deleted.
Then he acted fast and called his personal and most trusted bodyguard.
“Yo, Lee—“
“What the fuck did you do?? There’s literally 10 of us down at the lobby because we had to call backup! They’re talking about knives!?!”
Jungkook took a deep breath and then silently moved over to fidget with a part of your disguise
“Well…I’ll explain later but can you get someone to get my motorcycle ready?”
Motorcycle??
“Uh, I guess, sir. I’ll text you when it’s ready.”
“Thank you.”
Jungkook hung up and suddenly sighed deeply.
“Can you run good?”
“Huh?”
“Are you good at running?”
“I guess.”
“Do you mind being picked up?”
“Uhm…not really.”
“So, can I pick you up?” He suddenly grinned.
You swallowed your spit nervously before nodding.
“Okay…”
He suddenly scooped you up bridal style and let your head lay near his bulky, tattooed shoulder.
D I N G !
It was the text that Jungkook’s motorcycle was already ready and there.
“Okay let’s go.”
He opened the hotel door and suddenly started bolting through the halls, giggling as he sprinted with you in his hands.
He made sure to run down the stairs, skipping some as he ran and took the exit away from the lobby.
Quickly you and him were outside and some way some how, word around met the fans and they came looking for you and Jungkook, thankful Jungkook found his motorcycle first.
He gently got you out of his warm, muscular arms.
“Shit. Only one helmet.”
He quickly glanced at the bike, then looked at you, then looked at the helmet.
“Quickly. Put this on.”
Jungkook sat on the bike and waited for you to get behind him. His rough hands guided yours onto his waist to hold on tight before you both took off on his bike.
Angry fans scream in the background, flashing their cameras and throwing whatever they could at the couple.
Jungkook only laugh and you couldn’t help but snicker too as he took off faster, making more loud vrooms on the gas pedal just for fun.
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11:00AM
The way Jungkook decided to leave the hotel with you was reckless, scandalous and brought even more negative attention to the solo idol.
Fans were in an uproar, posting things like
“We are very disappointed in you Jungkook Jeon and we feel betrayed!”
“How can Jungkook be so reckless?”
“Jungkook’s music better be the best.”
Yet despite all that happened, you would do it again. There was a thrill, a dopamine rush that came with running from everyone and everything, especially when the world was so chaotic.
Jungkook being the kind of rebel he was, only made things more exciting. You didn’t know escaping and riding on a hot idol’s bike from hundreds of fans could be so fun.
You two ended up at his huge single family home and he immediately took you downstairs to his home gym to teach you how to box because why not. You still were his girlfriend by payment and this was the next thing he wanted to do with you.
Things started off simple, like a random defense class you didn’t know you needed. But then Jungkook started wanting you to use the tactics on him and soon things became a playful wrestle match, Jungkook going purposefully being easy on you while giggling.
You shoved him to the ground in retaliation, wanting to assert some kind of dominance over him.
Suddenly, you both became very aware of the “not so friend-like” position you two were in. Sure, you were his “girlfriend” by payment, and despite being very attracted to the tatted pretty boy named Jungkook Jeon, you thought the energy between you were just mutual friends. At least you thought he saw you in that way.
So why was he laying on the wooden floor, allowing you to remain on top, sit directly on top of his crotch with a pretty smile on his face.
Something about how Jungkook pushed you to take risks. Something about Jungkook’s carefree spirt despite his kind of life, inspired you to make the first move for once.
You yanked him by his thick black strands of hair and kissed him. It started off as a soft kiss, but Jungkook quickly took control and deepened the kiss. Then suddenly, he pulled away with a soft frown.
“I don’t think this is allowed…”
Jungkook reminded you with big innocent eyes.
“Since when do you care about rules?” You scoffed.
Jungkook was getting annoyed, but he remained patient for you.
“Have you done this before?”
“H-Have you?”
“No. Please don’t answer my question with a question.”
Jungkook looked at you with those big non judging eyes and you decided you should tell him everything.
He listened closely as you told him about your life, why you chose your career path and the dirty things you did to make extra money. He didn’t interrupt, he didn’t judge, he didn’t even make a face, he only hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead ever so lightly.
“See~ I knew you’d be a good match!” He smiled all brightly before grabbing you and throwing you up over his arm.
——-
Yes. More making love—you could say—was shared on his king sized bed but nothing could compare to the time Jungkook Jeon gave you right after. He was good for someone who’d allegedly never hooked up before.
His tatted arm roughly layed you on his cushion soft, blue silk bed before getting right on top and into your mouth like he’d been starving, grinding down on you in the process. How was he already so hard?
“Kookie.” You whispered against his lips.
He smiled, pulling back a bit to speak
“Kookie, I like that sound of that.”
“I’m on the pill by the way.”
His smile turned into an evil bunny grin.
“Good. I don’t have condoms anyways.”
He suddenly deeply chuckled and crawled down so his head was near the waist band of your pants.
He stared back up at you, pleading with those sparky boba eyes.
“Allow me.” He whispered in that deep, breathy voice you didn’t realize you were so weak for. Quickly, you lifted up your hips and let him slide both your pants and underwear off with his teeth.
You kicked both of the pieces off and squirmed as you were now bare and exposed to him and the air.
He licked his lips and ran a tick thumb through your slick folds, causing your flesh to twitch under his touch.
“Mmm—So wet for me.”
He slowly started taking off his own clothing. Starting off with his shirt, then pants, then damn Calvin Klein undies.
He whimpered a bit as he suddenly teased the tip of his glistening cock against your pulsating clit. He gasped at the sensation, somehow growing harder at the feeling of you.
When he finally and slowly inserted himself into your cunt, you weren’t expecting such a good stretch. It felt so amazing you even grew tighter around him, and he had to push in his cock with more force.
“Fuck—Mmmh taking me so well.” He groaned.
Jungkook griped your waist as he took it slow. In and out, maintaining a steady pace while moaning every now and then. He was more vocal than you as every time you were fully around him, it deeply mattered to him.
Then soon, he started picking up the pace like he had change personas. He was not a mercilessly pounding into you like he was in a breeding frenzy.
Jungkook was right away finding and hitting that spot you needed him to with precision and gripping your hips like a lifeline in the process. Each brutal thrust was like sweet torture as it pressed you deeper and deeper against his heavenly mattress.
“Mmhm! D-Dont stop—fuck!” You moaned outloud, sounds only feeding his frenzy.
Suddenly then, he switched angles, needing you on top of him as he thursted up from under. This made you out of nowhere take in all of him. You screamed. Each ball slap feeling like some kind of sick reward.
He was almost like a machine. Pounding into places deeper and deeper with each punishing thrust. Never changing or slowing his pace.
You could almost feel the feeling of your legs going away, but just before that could happen, Jungkook used his rough tatted hand to slap your ass, demanding more bounce. You gave a strangled cry before desperately gripping his strong waist for support, abs tensing under your grip.
“Just like that—fuck, good job. Gonna make you mmm cum—“
Then, as if on cue, it happened. You disgustingly came all over his tensed thighs while having your own shaky worn out legs and heaving breaths. At the night of you, ruined, breathless, orgasming because of him, Jungkook quickly followed after, shooting ropes of his own sticky cum into your womb because he did remember you said you were on the pill. He was quite eager to finish in you anyway.
You two stayed in that position for a bit before he carefully pulled out and cleaned the mess up for you
Of all the times you’ve had sex, nothing quite felt as intimate and personal as Jungkook. And plus, he made you cum. That was saying something. You couldn’t remember the last time a guy made you orgasm like that.
———
12:30PM
After giving you the time of your life, quiet whispers were shared and unspoken promises were made between you and Jungkook.
He held you close to his firm, warm, tatted chest like you were his ground while you dozed off to the soft beating of his heart.
The world outside went quiet and every other memory seemed to fade outside of just you and him on this bed, embracing one another.
You then realized you didn’t want this to end. You didn’t want to say goodbye to the rebellious bunny man you randomly met at 12 AM yesterday and somehow fell for.
You didn’t want to return to your shit job and work as a prostitute Girlfriend For Rent. Jungkook made you feel human. He made breaking the rules natural. He made you feel protected.
But we all have to say goodbye at some point. It was your fault for falling for an idol so fast.
——
12AM
Sending you off with his hoodie, credit cards he insisted will help with your college debt, one of his personal drivers and bodyguard, Jungkook said his final goodbyes with a kiss and a playful nip at your earlobe.
Behind his happy boba eyes were a yearning for you to stay but he’s paid his part and already had angry fans, angry company of his own he had to deal with.
In the end, for a few weeks, Jungkook Jeon remained quiet, away and unseen in one of his many homes while continuing working on his song, which he named, Our Rented Love. Nobody actually knew where he was located besides you, his boss and maybe some good friends.
After releasing his song, instead of people attempting to cancel him for being seen with a girl and having a possible relationship, many praised him for his talent and musical skill, shutting up the deranged people who thought they had ownership over him.
They never disappeared. They never left. They just went in the quiet about things.
Similar to Jungkook’s feelings for you.
He never ever stopped thinking about you. He never thought about meeting anyone else. He strongly believed that fate would do its job and bring you two together once again.
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a/n - I apologize for any mistakes. I was really in a rush to finally post this. (<>_<>)
prompt- your boyfriend killed your ex because you complained about how he constantly attempted to get stay in contact with you. you didn’t expect Taehyung to go that far and kill him, so realizing the extent of his actions, you decided you needed to leave him. unfortunately that can’t happen because he won’t let you.
content- heavy on the 18+ mdi because lord. dark romance, toxic love, explicit 18+ content, oral sex f! receiving, squirting, fingering, use of pet name jagiya (자기야-like “darling” in korean), brief mention of killing and death, crazy!taehyung, killer!taehyung, softdom!taehyung, possessive!taehyung
word count- 1.5K (quick one shot)
a/n- happy 200+ followers(^_^)! I love you guys sm ahh
divider creds to - @angeliicide
“Youre sick, deranged and insane! I hate you Taehyung!” You screamed, slamming your fist on the table out of anger.
Taehyung, as always, remained calm and collected, nonchalantly sipping on his coffee like this was a casual stormy morning.
It was a shame he was such an attractive man. Thick and healthy long dark hair, dark straight eyebrows, tiger like brown eyes, and heart-shaped pink lips that complimented his warm toned light skin.
How could he stay so calm after what he did? You should be calling the cops on him. You should be leaving. Luckily, that was your plan. Right?
Standing up slowly from the dining table with his bitter, black coffee still in hand, Taehyung pouted at you innocently with his pretty lips before stepping closer to your smaller form. He then carefully placed his steaming coffee on the table you abruptly slammed before tauntingly staring down at you, face to face.
“I'm leaving!-” You shouted, having enough of his silly games. Why doesn't he ever take you seriously? Why doesn't he realise how terrifying what he did was?
But before you could truly step away, escape him for good, a rough hand circled tightly around you wrist like a cold and crushing cuff.
“Get the fuck off me!” You yelled, trying to yank your hand back from his dangerous grasp. Taehyung only chuckled and yanked you flush into his chest, silencing your complaints.
“The fact you think you could ever leave me, jagiya… It's funny.” He whispered against the top of your hair. He then inhaled your scent and let out a soft but ragged groan. He wasn't mad you tried to leave him because he knew he'd never let you.
“Get away from me! Killer. I hate you!” You screamed into his intoxicating chest. He smelt good, too good. Like one spray of his most expensive cologne. Your weakness.
Taehyung couldn't care less about your insult and continued to feign innocence with a mocking pout on his pretty heart shaped lips. He stroked your hair with the hand that was not painfully cuffed to your wrist.
“Oh but jagiya~ You said you loved me last week.”
“That was before you killed my ex!” You angrily yelled, getting the strength to get your face away from his hard best.
Silence.
“I did it for you. You know this.” Taehyung almost whispered, his voice getting scarily quiet.
“But you didn't have to kill him! You're crazy!” You doubled down, but you were quite wary of what Taehyung would do when you pushed him over the edge.
“Jagiya.” He deeply grumbled, slightly raising his voice while his expression started to shift from mocking to cold on his handsome face. Taehyung got the point. He killed someone you once knew. He’s a killer. But he honestly couldn't care less. Everything went out of the window when it came to you.
“Dont call me that!” You angrily yelled, volume of your voice almost shaking the room. Taehyung as per usual, didnt flinch once.
“I call you what I want because you're mine.” He gritted angrily through his teeth, grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly. You couldnt take it anymore. You hated him and you had to do something about it.
You used all of your strength to aggressively push him into a nearby chair and attempted to choke him. Taehyung pulled you down on top of him, his grip not loosening on your wrist once.
Oh no this was bad. How did you end up here, on his lap, right on top of his crotch area as if you were ready to bounce on his shaft like you’re life depended on it?
He slowly slid his two thick fingers under the waist band of your panties and with no hesitation, felt the increasing wetness between your folds. Pleased with the evidence, he smiled to himself.
“Youre disgusting. So soaked for me.” He taunted before taking those same two fingers and sucking on them deliberately slow to mess with you. Even you were suprized with how wet you were, the white like mucus coating his pointer and middle finger.
“But you taste divine.” He teasingly said with a grin, whispering as if it was another secret between you two.
“I need more of it…Now.” He lowly growled with a wicked smile. With ease, he lifted you up and carried you with your legs around his waist before gently plopping you don on the near by soft grey couch, a contrast from his grip on your wrist.
“Lay down on the couch for me.” Taehyung asked with a whisper. You couldnt belive yourself but you decided to listen
“Good girl. Lift your hips.”
Once again you did as told and watched him pull down your pants and underwear with ease. Now your bottom half was bare and exposed to the air and his dark gaze.
Taehyung chuckled before leaning closer to your core, teasing you almost. As he spoke, his breath fanned against your soaked pussy.
“You say you hate me. Yet youd let me do this.”
He flatened his long tongue on your clit, instantly causing your hips to depravely jerk.
He began sucking on your clit with sloppy, quick sucks, as if he was starving for your taste yet also punishing you for trying to leave him. Never in a million centuries would he let you leave.
It wasnt getting in trouble for killing your annoying ex that he was worried about. You were his everything. The only one who stayed. The one who said she would love him forever.
Never taking his nasty, slimy tongue off your now throbbing and wet clit, he slowly inserted two thick fingers into your cunt and curled them up with precision
“You can’t hate the person who knows your body best.” As he spoke, his voice was muffled against your pussy and the vibrations from his ragged voice pulled you closer to the edge.
You couldn’t even argue back with him because his fingers curled and found that spot, causing another pathetic involuntary jerk of your hips and a loud moan from your lips.
His own hips pathetically pressed against the couch and his ears went pink. Your moans of pleasure only fueled his determination to suck you dry, so he continued to work with rough licks, up and down on your cunt as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you, you getting tighter with each motion.
You desperately grinded your body against his face and he chucked against your dripping pussy, grinding against the couch himself to seek that friction he needed for his throbbing cock. The pleasure he was giving you was building scarily fast for someone you claimed to hate.
“Mmhm~ Use me. That's my nasty girl.”
He gripped your hips with his large cold hands to help guide you. He didn’t care if he had trouble breathing, he wanted all of you on his face. Suddenly, your body shakes and you cried out a moan. He had to take a deep, quick breath so he cum with you.
His eyes never left your face as he intensely and almost intrusively watched you shake and orgasm from his mouth alone. You wanted to leave him. You wanted to make him pay for the things he did. But instead? You were busy squirting all over his face and making a mess on the expensive couch, soaked legs shaking from his tongue and fingers alone.
Taehyung was wide eyed and pleased. He was hard as hell but he made sure to clean the rest of your sensitive pussy up with his tongue alone. The time he gave you was so intense, you went right to sleep and forgot about ever leaving him.
smut -_- and not proofread on the last half because I want to post!
prompt: San was the sexy powerful mafia. He often ordered coffee from the cafe you worked out and you made it to the best quality. Late at night, he would wind down, relax and turn on his large screened tv to watch his favorite channel…his favorite channel being no other than you.
genre: dark romance, smut, very creepy, horror, mafia au, stalker
content: 18+ content (mdni), stalking, difference in power, masturbation, very dirty smut… pathetic! San, Stalker! San, Mafia! San, Creepy! San, perverted, ect. low-key female worker but also both can work ngl
a/n: hi my loves! I really want to do part 2s for all of my previous fanfics that yall have been asking for…but I have so much better fanfics on the way that I can’t forget! I will complete all of the other fanfics I have in the way and then I will write added parts for my other fanfics which you guys seemed to love, okay? please enjoy this and thank you for reading💕
Listening to -> Sour Switchblade, Coquette Habit, Streets
Choi San has always been one of the extremely powerful and elite mafias in all of Busan City. To the public, he kept his identity under wraps for the most part, but if somebody were to meet him for the first time, they would feel his commanding and icy presence.
His sharp looks certainly gave his already deadly aura a boost. Carefully groomed jet black hair, siren umber brown eyes, masculine jaw that people would kill to have, and soft heart shaped lips that contrasted from everything else.
If someone recognized him, they would show their respect by bowing deeply and quickly getting out of harm's way. They certainly did not want to get on his bad side, nor be on his mind at all, because everybody knew that once the Choi San was fixated on you, you had a bigger problem.
Unfortunately, you seemed to be one of those unlucky people. Probably the only unlucky person if anything. Maybe it was all in your head, but you could have sworn San would always show up at Chimmy’s Café only on the days when you worked there. Why would the powerful mafia boss show up to a simple Café every Mondays and Wednesdays? Was he actually fixated on a simple Café shop worker like yourself? Were you fucked over?
His voice was always low and deep whenever he spoke. It was almost impossible to hear what he was even ordering, but luckily, San would always order the same thing. Black Coffee, no sugar, and a pink cake pop. He would dress in a black huddie and sweats. Simple. Not too obvious on his status.
His stare was cold and calculating, as if his dark sharp eyes were constantly trying to read your mind and find the intentions of your soul. It was very unsettling and stalker-ish. The worst part was, you felt those eyes almost every time you stepped outside of your apartment. At least you felt safe inside the comfort of your home. Felt.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Room 707! Open up for drug inspection!” Called out a deep male voice from behind your front apartment door. Drug inspection? What made anyone think that there were drugs in your apartment? Whatever. The best choice is to let them in and show that they’re no drugs in your home.
You jogged over to your front door and nervously opened the door with shaky hands so that the man, whom you assumed to be a government official of some sort, could check your apartment for drugs. Lucky for you, you didn’t have any. You were never the type to take drugs, you didn’t really have time for those.
As you opened the door, you were met with the sight of a tall man, dark shaggy hair and a serious look on his pretty face.
“My name is Mr. Jeon and I will be searching your apartment. There has been a report made specifically for apartment room 707. I am assuming that is you.”
You didn’t want to seem suspicious as he checked your apartment, so you decided to remain in the kitchen and make yourself some tea, playing causal while giving Mr. Jeon space. You certainly did not have any drugs, but you definitely did not want to make him think otherwise.
The strange government official decided to search your room first, but since if you had drugs it would most likely be kept there, you didn’t question him much and you didn’t bother to see what he was doing.
That was a big mistake.
Ever since that strange and sudden day, Choi San was able to watch you every night. Of course, he has always watched you. In fact, San has seen you walk to work every monday and every wednesday, has seen you clock in at the cafe, and has seen you take the bus after 5 back to your apartment. But now with the cameras added, he could finally watch you properly as you lay in your room, vulnerable and alone.
He was grateful to have the privilege, power and connections that he did to be able to install cameras into your room. It was a new source of entertainment and thrill he got from just watching you, but from a more personal view. San seemed to never get bored and never missed a day with looking at your room through the cameras.
After long days of working in the mafia, when he’d get home he’d turn on his tv and open the camera app to you, observing you fully on his big screen. This would happen obsessively for weeks until two months passed.
——
Sunday.
It was routinely for him to watch you every night, but this night seemed to be different for you. You struggled to sleep this night for whatever reason and decided to do something about it. Your hands trailed lower and lower into the night until they met your core. You whimpered at the sensation and laid further back onto your bed. Though it was late, San was still observing, and he sat closer on his bed to get a closer look. Today seemed to be his lucky day. Or night.
He watched in awe as your hands moved. He couldn’t see much from the side angle of the camera, but luckily there was a microphone installed, so he could hear every moan, every whimper, every pant and every breath.
Suddenly, a wave of heated rage came over him. Why wasn’t he touching you like that? Why couldn't he be the one that made you moan and shake? He couldn’t help his reaction to the sound though. His body tensed, and his pants grew tight, warm n wet.
"Ah Fuck!" You moaned out to yourself behind the cameras. San's hips roughly jerked forward as he couldnt control his dick from reacting to your sounds. Goodness, what was he going to do?
Then he realized he could just pretend it was him in you the entire time. Not a bad idea since that was the closest he would get to actually fucking you, putting in all the pent-up desire that he has been holding back for weeks into your beautiful body. Well for now at least...
San scooted closer to his television and continued to watch your hand move with efficiency. His own rough, large hands frantically unzipped his pants before pulling his wet hard cock out with a guttural moan.
"Mmmh yes..." He whimpered before teasing his own cock to you in slow strokes. He was truly savoring the moment. It was not everyday he watched you through the cameras (lie) and saw you masturbating. San wished his nights after work were always like this. Watching you desperately touch yourself behind the cameras, not knowing he was there the whole time.
"Ahhm~" You whined as you suddenly squirted, spill making a mess all over your clean bedsheets. His strokes desperately quickened at the sight. "Mmm I bet that pussy is so tight..." He groaned to himself.
Even though what he was doing was sick, perverted and illegal, it felt so good, and he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes, but he couldn't close his eyes with having the privilege to see you like this. All vulnerable and spent after touching yourself. He wondered if you were thinking of him the way he was thinking of you.
"Fuck fuck..." He cried pathetically. His orgasm soon followed as his fluids spilled onto his hand, thick and warm. You would think that he would have stopped there, but he only kept going, eyes rolling back as the image of you twitching and whimpering after squirting in your bed replayed in his mind over and over again. Its like he couldn't stop thinking about it, wouldn't stop wanting to feel you wrapped around him, couldn't stop wanting you for himself to use as he pleased.
After that night, he knew he needed you, and he was going to find a way to get you.
Monday Morning.
You walked into Chimmy's Cafe and quickly went to the bathroom to change into your work attire. Usually, which didn't happen often, you felt refreshed after you masturbated. It was a time when you could relax and explore your body without any distractions. Strangely, last night you didn't feel alone during the moment you usually had alone. Was it good or bad? Didn't matter. Work now and think about whatever presence you felt later.
When you finished dressing up and jogged over to the service counter, you already had a customer waiting.
Of course it was him.
Grey sweat pants. Black Huddie. Dark eyes and sexy face. It was no other than Mr. Choi, that Mafia guy. But why was he just staring. Was he going to order or?
You didn't know it, but he saw everything last night. Heard everything and watched intently. He loved every second of it and finally made a decision to keep you for himself. Claim you for him only. And he knew exactly how he was going to do it.
content: age gap, only 3 years. both reader and Sylus are in college. Dirty smut, sex not in detail but situation is very 18+. MDI, everyone else, enjoy. use of pet names like sweetie and kitten.
word count : 1.5k
a/n: im feeling like a crazy sylus main and wife today. please enjoy.
listening to -> TBH by PARTYNEXTDOOR
dominant Sylus icl and he’s rudely blunt
Sylus.
You couldn’t stand him.
For you, he was that one rich family friend. The guy who was always there, subtly watching, secretly waiting for you to feel the same way that he felt about you. Some would say that he was obsessed, knew your every class, routes to work, the way you put on your shoes, the way you thought…yet, you always hated him, mainly because you two were always in competition despite him being two-three years older than you.
You couldn’t do anything achievable without people bringing up how Sylus did it first, or how Sylus did it better. It was constantly a slap in the face for you. Even when you got into university, your mom couldn’t help but mutter under her breath,
“My best friend’s son, Sylus, already got into a cutthroat university and is finishing up his second year.”
Ugh, Sylus. And he was always so full of himself too.
Really tall and muscular model body, unually white hair, sharp & creepy crimson eyes, and a fuck boy face that was oh so punchable, Sylus was nonchalantly used to getting all of the attention, yet still silently followed you around like some kind of cat. Was he trying to embarrass you in the college halls by walking you to class? Self chucking and almost lighting up when he saw your face? Asking you out to coffee with notes everyday, despite you rudely refusing?
Sylus's ways of crushing on someone were intense and stalker-ish. It was suffocating, exhausting how he studied everything about you when all you wanted to do was bash his head into bricks. His attraction to you was so intense and obvious. He had always found you hot as fuck, and it was blatant, large and obvious in his pants. Gross.
He first started off as your annoying, silently observing, always there family friend. Every birthday, he was there. Every hang out, he was there. Every graduation, he was there. Every family dinner, you best believe that he was there. Whether by the force of his mother or by his own choice, he was always going to big events with you, serving as your silent protector who you always tried to fight. He was strong, older and overpowered you anyway. Always better…
You hated Sylus with every fiber of your being and the fact you had to constantly see his face made your blood forever boil, your heart race and your thighs quiver. You claimed that you hated him, you said your life would be easier without him, yet, you couldn’t control the way your pussy desperately gripped his girthy cock, trying to memorize every trimmed white hair follicle when he was deep in you, rough and doggy style.
Maybe it was his obsession, his fixation on you ever since you two were introduced, but Sylus never took your hatred towards him seriously. It was the way your breath hitched when he brushed your arm, the way your palms would moisten when he’d look at you softly. He knew he was completely under your skin, and he didn’t care if you “hated him”, he just liked the thought of being on your mind 24/7.
He absolutely got a rush from being on your mind, and he got a different kind of rush whenever he was in you, especially when you shut the fuck up and submissively bounced on his thick 9 inch cock, or instead of being his sweetie, you loudly moaned his name outloud for the world to hear.
So how did you two even get to this point? What changed?
Well, it wasn’t anything completely new, in fact, this one sided enemies with benefits has been going on for a month now. You still hated him though.
First, it was the dinner. Your mom and his mom wanted to meet up at your place for a quick dinner and chat. After the dinner, the plan was for Sylus and his mother to leave, but instead, your mother and his mother decided to go outside for a walk and watch the sunset. You don’t remember exactly what happened, but he did look a lot more hot than you last remembered. His style was more laid back, he was embracing his pretty white hair with his white compression shirt, and his eyes were so captivating, no longer creepy in your eyes…
“You’re staring princess.” Sylus quietly teased in his deep, irritating voice. He was so smug about it and couldn’t hide the overly confident smirk on his face.
“Just seeing how ugly you are.” You scoffed at him, lying through your teeth.
He then slowly walked over, long legs taking slow strides over to your smaller frame with each confident step.
“You’re so wet I can smell it.”
CRACK.
You slapped his pretty face right then and there, but his cocky smirk never wavered, and his sharp dark red eyes never left yours. In fact, he leaned in closer after your attack.
Something about those crimson eyes drew you in, and despite just slapping him out of disgust, you gave him a quick kiss. An impulse action you suddenly did. Sylus quickly took control, deepened the kiss with his heated tongue, lifted you by your ass and took you to the couch. Logically, you felt like an easy liar. You said you hated Sylus yet you so easily allowed him to fuck you on the couch the minute he came over. You promised yourself you would never let it happen again, but that was a lie.
Then, it was Sylus’s birthday party. He was bored as fuck and you were pissed that your mother forced you to go. He was basically a 21 year old man at that point, why the fuck did you have to attend? Nevertheless, you showed up to the party and Sylus looked more than pleased to see you. Not just the way his eyes lit up, but the way he adjusted his pants ever so subtly.
Anyway, before everyone was going to sing happy birthday your mother forced you to go upstairs to check and see if Sylus was ready.
Up the stairs you went into the room of Sylus. To put it simply, he was born into wealth and his house was huge, the stairs were made of literal glass. You’ve been to his house many times before whenever you came over with your mother. You just liked to mess with his stuff and for some reason, he let you without giving a fuck. Ugh, that was so irritating, how never took you seriously.
Without even bothering to knock, because why would you care about him, you yanked his bedroom door open only to see Sylus laying flat on his bed, jerking his big cock you met once out in the open, grunting with his eyes closed.
When he felt the wind of the door after you opened, his movements stilled and his breath stopped.
“Knock. Next time.” He asked you simply, deep voice shy yet shameless. It wasn’t his fault you didn’t knock, and he was so quiet when masturbaiting.
You simply stared at him, stifling a laugh for whatever reason and not bothering to close your eyes. I mean, you’ve seen his cock before.
“Your gross.”
“And you’re perverted, kitten.” He muttered under his breath.
“I’m not your kitten. And I’m not a pervert, you are!” You snapped, feeling the urge to physically fight him. You were in the wrong, but you didn’t care, you hated him, birthday or not.
… silence. And then you remembered why you were even here in the first place.
“So..” your voice trailed off, eyes subtly eying his wet and throbbing organ still in his hand. Balls and cock hard as fuck.
“Uhm, are you, ready?” You asked him breathlessly.
“No.” He stated simply.
You groaned and rolled your eyes. A motion you have done before. “Well hurry up-“
“You could help me hurry, sweetie.” He suddenly proposed to you with a sexy, yet cocky smirk and a seductive red eyed gaze.
You didn’t know if something was in the air, or if it was because it was his birthday, or if it was those captivating red eyes, but you eventually plopped yourself right onto his silky bed and got on your knees to help him, maybe giving him a few bites in the process if he was moaning too loud, or taking too long.
Now, Sylus had you at his place, calculus tutor session gone wrong… Sylus was now desperately pounding into you and fucking you stupid after a silly argument you, of course, caused. He was loudly whimpering in your ear while claiming you as his kitten when he felt you were closer to cumming on his cock.
His large hands gripped onto your waist from behind, and he yanked you closer when he wanted you to feel all of him. Realize how you make him feel. Realize how much he liked the feeling of you, cumming on his cock like second nature. Unfortunately for you, it was an action so easy to do.
Were there feelings beyond simply fucking around? Sylus?
Definitely. He always liked you and was willing to wait.
You?
You still claimed to hate him, though your body said otherwise. Everytime.
a/n: this is so dirty, even for me, but do you guys fw this or nah (—_—)! Jimin ff coming soon and still working on Jaehyun <3333
