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head-cannons
baby daddy jungkook
yandere cop jungkook
and they were roomates... taekook
“he wasn’t man enough” w/ ex boyfriend jungkook
ot7 | multi-member
the one that got away: you should've listened when you were told to stay away from the dark web. completed (taehyung x reader x jimin)
lessons: when jungkook asks namjoon for advice on oral sex, he wasn't expecting his hyung to physically show him - you being on the receiving end of it. completed (jungkook x reader x namjoon)
study partner: an alternate world in which the elites rule the world and have everything at their fingertips. at a top elite college, “Study Partners” - the most desirable sexual partners around the world - are assigned to the top 10% of students with the highest grades. completed
red pill: while partying, you decide to take a mysterious pill called "hell on earth" that's said to take you to a whole different dimension; one of pure ecstasy, lust and pleasure. completed (hoseok x reader x namjoon)
a favor: your life gets even more complicated when your secret with professor kim is found out by two classmates. completed (jungkook x reader x taehyung)
back outside: after an intense argument with your now ex-boyfriend, you text your best friends three words that they’ve been waiting for - “i’m back outside”. coming soon…
jeon | jungkook
visions: you’re convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesn’t want to be let go. completed
the other woman: jungkook decides it's time to take matters into his own hands and figure out how to get you - his sweet, innocent girlfriend, to fuck him. completed
paid in full: (part 1) (part 2) "all debts must be paid in full." says jungkook with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he wouldn't tell your mother of you going against her wishes and sneaking out if you allowed him to have you the way he desired.
nefarious: you knew who jungkook was prior to having his children and marrying him, so you serving him with divorce papers wasn't going to do anything but anger him. part one | prequel
test your morality: jungkook's morality is tested when he's woken from his unconscious state to find you - his best friend - bound before him. completed
best friends!: jungkook doesn't like the idea of you wanting to loose your virginity to anyone that isn't him. completed
seonbaenim!: (idol version of best friends!) your group decides they want to shed the “good girl” image for your next comeback & you confide in your seonbae, Jungkook, in helping you do so. One | Two
sibling rivalry: you visit your dad for a week for christmas and come face to face with your step-brother - who you've managed to avoid - again.
what are you willing to do?: After managing to dodge your property manager out of rent for two months, you're left in a vulnerable position when he finally comes looking for you. one | two
off limits: he’s a 10 but…he’s your brother’s best friend & completely off limits. one | two | three
m.i.l.f: "there are HOT MILFS in your area waiting for YOU to FUCK THEM!" the ad said, though jungkook wasn't expecting to come face to face with you; who also happens to be his best friends mother. one | two | three | four | five | ½ | six | seven | eight
ecstasy: you were offered the opportunity to test out an unreleased game, not realizing that you and the rest of the testers were the game itself. teaser | play now
starstruck: jungkook, a highly aware-winning actor,has his eyes set on you, an upcoming actress. one | two
kitty: when you're going through a rough heat, who else is there to call besides bunny hybrid jeon jungkook? completed
twisted: jungkook has been getting you out of trouble for as long as he can remember - and he was tired of doing it without anything in return. completed
nerviosa: that time your cousins boyfriend, jeon jungkook; college senior, took a certain interest in you, a college freshman. one | two | ⅓ | ⅔ | ³⁄₃
so persuasive: a look into how you stupidly got involved with jeon jungkook - your new step brother - after attempting to convince him that you weren’t boring. completed
when did you get hot?: jungkook is determined for you to forget the shy, nerdy boy you remember him as and know the man he is today - by any means necessary. one | two | three | three ½ |
sweet temptation: jungkook, a wealthy ceo, hears of an underground socialite party on christmas eve and attends, unaware of what he was truly getting himself into.
kim | taehyung
two sentence horror story: you ran up to the first person you saw - a man inside his car whose tires screeched upon you jumping in front of it - and screamed how you were kidnapped and blindfolded. completed
fertile: during an annual camping trip with your parents, you venture off deep into the woods and find a man chained to a tree. completed
divine intervention: you'll do anything to have your own baby one day - even to go against your morals and allow a wiccan to help you. completed
stress relief: your job is to simply ease the stress that the military men face while deployed. your client? sergeant kim taehyung. completed
terms & condition: kim taehyung, soap opera star now first-time director who is looking for a fresh new face - someone to give a chance to like jeon jungkook, his now close industry friend, did for him. completed
park | jimin
two sentence horror story: years ago, your best friend, Jimin, and you made a pact that if one of you were single by the age of 26 that the two of you would just marry the other. completed
creep: park jimin had it all. he was loved throughout the world as an idol apart of one of the biggest groups. he had the popularity, respect and adoration - and a few haters; but what idol didn’t? what park jimin wasn’t expecting for was infamous blogger, Creep, to be reporting on him. completed
word is bond: in order to save your kingdom from perishing, you agree to give your body to the demon king - jimin. completed
bad decisions: you're getting married on valentine's day - but somehow, you allow a stripper to fuck you in front of your brides' maids and maid of honor. completed
kim | namjoon
lessons: when jungkook asks namjoon for advice on oral sex, he wasn't expecting his hyung to physically show him - you being on the receiving end of it. completed
with love, k.nj: ever since you and your mother moved into this new apartment, you began receiving notes from an "admirer", all signed initials k.nj. one | two
sentient: you're gifted a high-technology android by an old friend who appears to know everything - even about you. completed
jung | hoseok
ain't no fun: ”Hoseok wouldn’t treat me like this.” is what had Namjoon laughing in your face - because you didn’t know Hoseok like he did. But he’d let you think you did, after all, it ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none. coming soon...
min | yoongi
dilemma: being single and broke on valentine's day is not what you expected - especially when your dealer is waiting for his payment. completed
a man's world: you've been living in a man's world so long that you forgotten what it was like to be a woman living in it. completed
family matters: somehow, you find yourself back at yoongi's home after an uneventful five months of pregnancy. one | two | two ½ | three
desire: you've encountered an unholy being - an incubus - and you're fully enthralled. completed
kim | seokjin
two sentence horror story: it’s been nearly 5 years since you last saw seokjin. completed
payment plan: your husband and you find yourself bankrupt and dead broke thanks to his gambling problem. his younger brother - successful businessman kim seokjin - offers a helping hand free of charge. unbeknownst to your brother, you would be the one paying seokjin for his charity. completed
autumn of terror: the small town of oakville is being taken over by a serial killer who goes by "the ripper" who uses fear as a tactic to control the town entire. you, an out of town detective, team up with head detective of oakville kim seokjin. completed
a favor: the only way he's willing to give you a passing grade is if you do something for him in return. one | two
warning: smut, kissing, dirty talking, ft. taehyung, jealous kook bc ofc he is, slight age gap, power imbalance, naive reader, she's just a girl frfr, manipulation, affair/cheating, alcohol intake, slight intoxication, body shots, groping, grinding/dry humping, nipple sucking, dirty talking, finger sucking, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f), overstimulation, creampie,
part one | kinktober
you attend the college party jungkook insisted on you coming to, only to realize he doesn’t like your attention on someone other than him.
Your jean skirt is tight and stops mid thigh. You feel weird wearing clothing that isn’t yours. Your cousin found it in her closet, discarded and forgotten about. She had held it out for you, insisting you try it on. “It actually looks nice on you.” she had said, looking up from her phone. “You want me to do your makeup?”
You knew walking into this party that whatever you were going to wear wasn’t “frat party” worthy. The graphic tee you sported gave you a few compliments from other girls when you walked through the door. You could feel your nerves drumming against your body as if in sync with the loud music. Your eyes scan the sea of party goers, majority in which you had not a clue who they were.
“You aren’t going?” you recall asking your cousin hesitantly. She had placed lipgloss onto your lips and instructed you to rub them in.
You hoped your cousin would change her mind and not leave you alone, knowing that nothing would happen between you and Jungkook if she was around. It was growing harder to even look at yourself in the mirror, let alone her, after what you and Jungkook had done earlier. Your thighs clenched at just the thought of his fingers plunged deep inside of you.
“No, I have an event, remember?” your cousin shakes her head. She looked at you and offered a smile. “Make sure you have fun, okay? Live a little.”
The music is blaring and the home is entirely crowded, seas of people all around mingling - some dancing, some cheering as others chug down beer.
You told Jungkook you’d meet him here instead of him coming to get you. It wouldn’t be odd for the two of you to enter together. You’re sure no one would bat an eye, either way. Yet, you couldn’t face him just yet without your mind wandering to places they shouldn’t.
Now you’re unsure if you’d ever be able to find Jungkook here at all.
Instead, it’s Jungkook who finds you. You stick out, but not in the normal way. Instead of going to you when he initially caught you walking through the front door, he decided on watching you. Your legs look so soft and long, the jean skirt short and tight. He remembers this skirt, he notes, as it belonged to your cousin. The shirt is equally tight and a bit cropped, your lower back peaking through as he watches you stroll between the sea of bodies like a hawk.
You stuck out simply because you kept to yourself. You didn’t speak to anyone besides the small nods and a few inaudible, “thanks” you give to other women who compliment you.
You don’t grab a drink. You don’t dance.
It’s utterly noticeable that you’re unsure what to do. This is your first party, after all, and it’s far too noticeable.
“I’m glad you made it.”
You feel a hand on your waist, warm breath tickling your ear.
“I was suspecting you were going to bail on me.” Jungkook’s fingers tap along your waist as he tugs you along with him as he walks. He doesn’t say ‘excuse me’ as he walks through the crowd of people, but they move automatically as he and you walk by. He leads you to the kitchen where it’s less crowded, but a game of beer pong is being played.
“Want a drink?” Jungkook questions.
Jungkook’s cologne hits your nose because of how close he is. Your heart jolts as your eyes connect with his. He stares intently at you, awaiting for your response. “No pressure.” he murmurs, a small smirk forming onto his lips. “We have juice.”
You blink, snapping out of whatever trance you were placed upon. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.” you say quickly, your body warming with embarrassment. “I thought about bailing.” you admit.
Jungkook raises a brow. He goes towards the long island where an array of drinks are sat. You’ve never seen so many different varieties of alcohol all at once. “Is that so?” he asks. He grasps a clear plastic cup from a stack besides an opened bottle of apple juice. “What changed your mind?” he questions.
You watch as Jungkook rounds the island and lowers his body for a few seconds before emerging with ice now inside said plastic cup. He then grasps the nearest alcohol drink he could grasp - rum.
“I…” you shrug your shoulders. “...just wanted to have fun.”
Jungkook glances up at you. He was a pro at this, you think, not spilling any of the clear liquid as he poured it into your cup. Then, he offers you a grin. “I’m glad. I’ll make sure you have a lot of fun.”
Jungkook hands you back your drink before you have time to process that he’s poured something else inside of it. It had to be juice, you think, grabbing it from his tattooed hand hesitantly.
“And who’s this?”
Just as you bring the rim to your lips, an arm wraps around Jungkook. You recognize him as one of Jungkook’s friends.
“Tae,” Jungkook nods. “this is Y/N.”
“Y/N…Y/N!” Taehyung offers a smile. His eyes widen with realization. “So you’re the baby cousin.”
You scoff. “Yeah.” you murmur. You take a sip of the drink and hum. You’re surprised that it didn’t taste bad - or too strong.
“Are you here alone?” Taehyung questions. “Or did she come with you? Any friends?”
You shake your head. “She’s net-”
“-working?” Taehyung finishes your sentence for you and laughs. Under his own gaze, you feel your cheeks warm. “She’s always doing that, isn’t she? I’m glad you came.”
Jungkook feels his friend remove his arm from his shoulder. Taehyung goes to pour himself a drink, only he pours an array of shots, using the display of neon shot glasses on the table.
“Did you come to have fun?” Taehyung questions, glancing up at you.
Your hand squeezes the drink in your hand slightly. Taehyung is handsome, you note, dark brown hair that appears to be styled professionally, yet so simply natural. He holds your eyes long enough for you to feel yourself blush in embarrassment.
Jungkook glances from you to his friend, a slight tilt to his head.
“Y-Yeah.” you murmur, nodding slightly. “I’ve never been to a party like this before.”
Jungkook feels like he’s been given a back seat to it all. He watches the way you and Taehyung interact. He watches the way his friend passes you the shot and laughs when your face scrunches with disgust, but nonetheless you laugh along with him.
Jungkook watches it all, he notes. The way your once tense shoulders relax and you laugh just as loud as everyone else. You hadn’t cared about if you were being watched yourself because you were having fun.
Even when you all moved towards the crowded patio, you laughed and cheered along with Taehyung during a game of beer pong. He allows you to, finding that he liked watching you like this. Open. Carefree.
What Jungkook didn’t like was the way his friend held your hips as he assisted you in a game of pool. He had gone to get a beer and returned to watch the scene unfold. You’re none the wiser under Taehyung’s predatory gaze. You were a lamb in front of a salivating wolf that wants to pounce, but decides against it.
Jungkook leans against the wall, taking a sip of his beer as you now lean against the pool table. You’re facing Taehyung, your face dangerously close to him.
There’s a quick moment in which Jungkook’s eyes meet with Taehyung’s. His friend’s eyes flicker upwards and find him, even with the amount of people around. Everyone is in their own world, but it’s as though his friend knew exactly where to look to catch sight of him.
It isn’t a secret - to his group of friends, at least - what Jungkook does with you. They don’t judge him. They don’t blame him, either. Jungkook was a man just as they were, and sometimes men had their own reasonings for why they do the things they do. Their reasoning doesn’t have to be right, but it’s understood without having to be said.
What Taehyung is telling Jungkook now with just a simple look is simple; ‘if you don’t, I will’.
“You smell so good~” Taehyung chuckles, his lips stretching into a smile, showcasing a row of pearly white teeth. “What’s wrong?”
Your body is radiating heat you aren’t sure is possible. You feel Taehyung’s hand lift your chin upwards, his head tilted just a bit. He studies you, eyes taking in each outline of your face - the curve of your lips, the arch in your eyebrows.
“W-What do you mean?” you swallow.
“You look nervous.” murmurs Taehyung. It’s surprising you could hear him at all in here, but you blocked out the surrounding people like background noise. “Like you’ve never been this close to a man.”
“I have!” you exclaim quickly and in defense.
Taehyung snickers. He notices the way your eyes flash with slight annoyance. “Oh, really?” he responds. “Like Kook?”
“Wh…what?” you blink a few times and shake your head softly. “What are…why would you say that?”
Taehyung finds you cute. The way you stutter as if what you and Jungkook do behind closed doors isn’t obvious. Maybe it was because he knew his friends - and the way he was glaring daggers at him. He didn’t have to look his way to know.
“Why not? Is it a,” Taehyung leans even closer to you. His breath tickles your skin. You smell the alcohol and in a way, it has your stomach churning (in a good way). “secret?” he whispers the last part.
Your heart jolts at the split second that Taehyung’s eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. His hand lets go of your chin, but it slides down your neck. His thumb rubs along your throat that has a shiver running up your spine.
“There’s nothing going on between us.” you manage to say boldly just as Taehyung’s dark eyes meet yours.
You contemplate if this was wrong - at least the less tipsy part of your mind. You couldn’t admit to Taehyung that you and your cousin’s boyfriend had something going on. If you weren’t so naive, you wouldn't believe that he didn’t already know.
Yet, whatever you and Jungkook did have wasn’t anything you could further pursue. He wasn’t a single man and what you and he already did had since gone too far.
“Prove it, then.” Taehyung’s nose glides against yours. His lips are slightly parted when he speaks. “I forgot that you’re young…you probably shouldn’t be here now.”
“I’m not that young.” you protest, swallowing. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Yeah?” Taehyung hums.
“Yeah.” you respond, and without thinking you limit the distance between you and Taehyung.
Your glossy lips press against his own and immediately, Taehyung groans into it as if he’s been waiting for this moment. In a way, he has. He himself was quite interested upon knowing about the younger cousin; someone he always saw with her head in a book. To the untrained eye, Jungkook looked like the caring older student who took you under his wing because of your relationship with his girlfriend. To any man watching, Jungkook was just like the rest of them; a predator watching their prey right before they pounced.
Jungkook, unlike most predators, just had more patience.
Your hand reaches out for Taehyung’s shirt. Your fingers dig into the fabric and bring him closer to you. He doesn’t hesitate. His hand cups your neck fully to keep you right in place as his tongue greedily forces its way into your mouth.
The kiss is hot and messy, full of drunken need that Taehyung isn’t aware was there until now. He presses himself against you, your breast against his own chest, your ass now fully on the pool table but it’d be a lie to say if either of you cared right now.
There’s a throbbing that shoots right between your legs and your mind ignores the faint screaming of your sober mind to stop this. People were looking - not in disgust or scandal. This was normal to them.
You feel Taehyung shove himself away from you before you could react. Your eyes flutter open, your cheeks warming up when you realize Jungkook is now in front of you. His eyes are hard and piercing down right at you.
“I’m taking you home.” Jungkook grumbles. His tattooed hand snatches you harshly by your bicep and he yanks you off of the pool table.
Taehyung licks his lips of your flavored gloss. He doesn’t fight Jungkook. ‘If you don’t, I will.’ Is what Taehyung’s eyes had told his younger friend, and Jungkook heeded the warning.
“What are you doing?!” you hiss, attempting to pull yourself away from Jungkook’s grasp.
“Are you suddenly hard of hearing?” Jungkook hisses back. “I’m taking you home.”
“I don’t want to go.”
This time you do manage to get lost from Jungkook, but it results in you nearly falling right into Taehyung. There’s more eyes on you, the music changing to something more upbeat.
“You’ve had too much to drink.” Jungkook’s eyes glare at you then flicker to his friend. “Find your own way home.”
“Already planned on it.” Taehyung flashes Jungkook a knowing grin.
“What? No!” you shake your head. You manage to balance yourself. “I want to stay-”
“And do what?” Jungkook spats. He wasn’t going to do this with you here. “Get fucked in front of everyone like some type of whore?”
Jungkook didn’t mean that.
The sight of you kissing Taehyung so freely had Jungkook’s blood running cold. He could’ve stopped it sooner, but he hadn’t. Instead, he remained in the corner and stood witness to how far you’d take it. He hadn’t expected you to be the one to initiate the kiss, and the sight of his friend's possessive hand upon you had sent him in a rage.
“Fuck. You.” you push past Jungkook and people that were now surrounding you two. Your throat aches, and that only meant one thing.
Jungkook takes a deep breath. He follows after you, not bothering to say any forms of “excuse me’s” to the people he pushed past. You were fast, but not fast enough. Just as you reach the opened front door, Jungkook has a grip on your bicep once more.
“Let me-”
“I didn’t mean that.” Jungkook says quickly. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah sure you didn’t.” you spat, yanking your arm, but Jungkook’s grip is tight. “Let go.”
“Not until you agree to talking to me.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Away from here.”
A few people shove past you, but Jungkook’s hold on you assures you don’t stumble. You were growing irritated the longer you remained at this party. Your eyes glare up at Jungkook, but he isn’t phased.
“I don’t want to go home.” your teeth grit. “I haven’t even been here for a couple hours. I thought you said you wanted me to be here.”
Only softly does Jungkook push you out from the doorway and down the pathway from the estate. It’s quieter outside and there isn’t even a breeze out. When you and he are further away from the chaos of the party, he finally lets your bicep go. “I’m sorry for what I said in there.”
“You’re sorry for embarrassing me? Thanks.” you spat sarcastically.
“Everyone is drunk, high or both.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “They won’t remember a thing.”
“That isn’t the point and you know it.”
Jungkook does know. Only a small part of him feels bad. It was him that encouraged you to come to this party and be a normal college student. You were doing just that and ruined it for you.
Only, you weren’t supposed to be doing any of that with Taehyung. It was Jungkook who wanted to dance with you. It was him who wanted you to be consumed with. Even if people had known he wasn’t a single man, those wouldn’t remember (or truly care) what they saw.
“You were all over him right in my face.” Jungkook’s tone lowers. “You just met him.”
“You told me to have fun!” you spat, your hands crashing against his chest harshly. You weren’t like this, you note, but the alcohol mixed with pure anger (and slight humiliation) was consuming you. “You told me to come,” you continue, shoving him again. “and be a normal college student and-”
“With me!” Jungkook spats right back at you. “You weren’t supposed to go off with my friend. I invited you here, not him!” Jungkook waves a dismissed hand back to the estate - the party. All of it. He wasn’t in the mood to go back in and do anything he planned tonight.
“Last time I checked, you had a girlfriend.”
Jungkook tilts his head. “I had a girlfriend when you came around my fingers earlier.”
Your shoulders falter.
“I had a girlfriend when you called yourself my dirty girl.” Jungkook takes a step closer to you. “I had a girlfriend when you said you weren’t going to tell her, right?”
You gasp when Jungkook snatches your shirt and pulls you towards him. Your eyes immediately roam around, but he doesn’t give a damn who’s watching or not.
“I had a girlfriend when I told you it’d be a secret you and I share, huh?” Jungkook murmurs. “So don’t act like you care about her now.
Jungkook’s words crash upon you. You don’t like how they make you feel. You don’t like when he’s right.
“You don’t want to go home? Fine. But we aren’t staying here.” Jungkook lets go of your shirt. “Come on.”
You follow Jungkook to the side of the estate, you quiet as you contemplate his words. You never felt shittier, you think, than having Jungkook out of all people throw your actions in your face.
You don’t realize Jungkook has stopped walking until you feel something hard being shoved at you.
“Huh?”
Your hands hold onto something heavy. It takes you a few seconds to realize it’s a helmet. Its shell is black with a sleek purple visor that shows your reflection. Your eyes glance up to see Jungkook swing his leg around a motorcycle.
“Y-You didn’t drive today?” you try not to sound too nervous, but it’s hard.
Jungkook starts the motorcycle. There’s a high pitched click, followed by rapid roar as the engine cuts on. The lights flash brightly against the estate walls.
“My car? Nope.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Put on the helmet and get on.”
Your eyes widen. “I’ve never been on one before.” you shake your own head. “You only have one helmet?!”
Jungkook snickers. “Well I can’t let a pretty thing like you go without.” he says. “I’ll drive slow, I promise.”
At your hesitation, Jungkook furrows his brows at you. “This is a tame motorcycle. It's mainly used for cruising.” he winks at you. “In style.”
You look down at the helmet in your hands. The purple visor stares right back up at you. “How do you even see out of this?” you murmur, mainly to yourself. It was evident that if you wanted to get home, you'd have to get on this very motorcycle.
Jungkook smiles when you put the helmet over your head. You look cute, he thinks. Completely out of your element entirely, but cute nonetheless.
You felt like an idiot wearing this helmet, but you hop on the motorcycle right behind Jungkook.
You push the visor up. “This doesn’t feel safe!” you exclaim.
“Hold onto me and shut up.” Jungkook says back, no annoyance in his voice at all.
Hesitantly, you place your hands onto Jungkook’s shoulders.
Jungkook snorts. “No,” he shakes his head. He reaches his hands to tap your hand that's on his shoulder before he gently tugs at it. He places it around his waist. “hold onto me securely, baby. We wouldn’t want you to fall off.”
A part of you is still upset at Jungkook for insisting you come to this party just to drag you out before you could fully experience it. However, you listen - as nervous as you were. You push the visor back down before leaning closer to the man. You wrap your arms around him.
Without allowing you time to adjust, Jungkook twists the throttle and the bike begins to move - only gently - but it was enough for you to slam your entire body against his, your arms tightening around him. You’d be damned if you fell off after you survived this world this long.
Jungkook likes the way your body feels against his, his chest rumbling when he feels your arms sink into him nervously.
Jungkook twists the throttle again, adding more acceleration and drives down the long drive way and further away from the estate. The wind flows through his dark hair just as he whips down the street. This is his first time riding with anyone as his own girlfriend was just as skeptical. He finds it exciting - especially because it was you.
Riding for Jungkook meant he could clear his mind. He enjoyed riding around dusk as there wasn’t much traffic and the scenery surrounding him was beautiful. Even now, the wind through him, the vibrations. It’s a thrill that pumps through his veins, along with dopamine and adrenaline. The rumble of the engine only adds on to the excitement.
You could practically mold into Jungkook’s skin with how tight you were holding onto him. The street lights, in your own humble opinion, race past you and you’re glad you had on the helmet.
“The first time was rough for me, too.” Jungkook hollers back to you. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah!” you manage to call back, your hands grabbing a fistfull of his shirt. “Where are we going?!”
“Just enjoy the ride!”
So you do - the best way you could. As Jungkook accelerates, it doesn’t feel like you’re simply going faster, but instead of being pulled forward by rushing wind, sending a surge through your body.
The streets are empty as Jungkook tears through them, a heightened sense of being alive at this very moment. Your arms around it makes it even better to him, the closeness of it. The way he can even feel your beating heart right against his back.
It felt like forever until Jungkook finally began to slow down. You hadn’t paid much attention to your surroundings and instead, actually calmed down into the ride. You could understand why the older man was content with riding, even if it wasn’t something you’d do on your own.
When Jungkook comes to a stop is when you release his waist, the warmth he had going with him. You lift the helmet from your head, blinking your eyes just a bit to adjust to the warm lighting coming from the tall building he’s parked in front of.
“You…live here?” you ask him, eyes widening a bit.
The high-rise building is modern, surrounded by tall, black gates. The outside lights offer a warm, illuminating glow as Jungkook enters the code on the keypad. Slowly, the dark gates open.
You don’t bother putting the helmet back on as the motorcycle begins to move once more. Your eyes scan the high, floor to ceiling windows, all dark tinted glass for privacy.
Jungkook drives through an open entrance that leads the two of you through a garage where several expensive cars - and other motorcycles - are parked.
“I’m sorry again,” Jungkook begins as he parks his bike by a set of elevators. He turns off the motorcycle. “for dragging you out of there. I didn’t want you to do anything you’d regret when you were sober.”
He didn’t want you to do anything with someone that wasn’t him is what he kept to himself.
Jungkook gets off of the bike and turns towards you. He offers his hand for you to take. Hesitantly, you do.
“We can continue to party here.” Jungkook states as you get off of the bike yourself. He laces his fingers through yours. “If that’s fine with you.”
You swallow. Was there truly any going back? “Yeah.” you murmur. “It’s fine.”
Jungkook grins. He tugs you gently towards the elevator. It opens within seconds of Jungkook pressing the button. As you enter, the back of said elevator showcases a large floor length mirror that covers it entirely. You scan your appearance for a moment, your gloss a bit smudged and your eyes were only a bit red.
The elevator goes higher and higher while all you could do was watch the red numbers grow.
“You look nervous.” Jungkook grabs your attention. He lifts your intertwined hands up to his lips. He presses a kiss against your hand.
Your eyes meet.
“I think you brought me here to get me all alone.”
Your brows furrow for a moment at your own words. You hadn’t thought about what you were going to say before speaking it.
“And if I did?” Jungkook retorts. “Is that bad?”
The elevator continues to go higher and higher as Jungkook and you continue to peer at one another.
“N…” you shake your head gently. “...No.”
The elevator dings.
“And it’ll be our little secret?” Jungkook tilts his head a bit just as the elevator doors begin. The hallway is dimly lit in a cozy way. There’s only 2 doors on this floor and on opposite sides of one another.
“Our little secret…” you murmur.
You ponder how far things were going to go with Jungkook. Would you be the one to put an end to it, or would he? You weren’t sure how long you and he had until this would have to eventually end. If you’re lucky, mutually and without your cousin finding out about the betrayal.
The penthouse is modern and sleek - and entirely dark. The walls are a cream color while the overall decor is mostly black with charcoal tones. Instantly, you notice how high you were as your eyes peer out the floor to ceiling windows, the city lights outside appear so far below.
“It’s very clean here.” you think aloud, eyes scanning the tidy area. There’s a large, black leather sectional that has a glossy finish. The coffee table matches the couch, black but glass and it’s already holding alcohol, half full.
“You take me for a slop?” Jungkook questions. He’s watching you peer around the penthouse. He wonders what you’re thinking. The first time he brought your cousin here, she hadn’t wanted to stay for long, stating that the penthouse - that she assured to mention was bought by his father - was too much space for one person. It’s why he often spent so much time at your apartment.
“Of course not.” you turn to face him. You inhale through your nose deeply before speaking again. “It’s nice. High…” you trail off.
Jungkook’s lip twitches upwards. “It is.” he murmurs. “Sometimes I like to sit on the balcony railing.”
Your brows knit together and your eyes widen. “That’s dangerous!” you exclaim. “You can’t be that bored.”
Jungkook snickers. “I like the adrenaline that comes with it.” he states. “Want a drink?”
Jungkook has a variety of alcohol, you note. On the right wall, just underneath the mounted television, is a cooler. It’s tinted and at first glance, you thought it was one of those expensive electric fire places you saw.
“That’s a lot of alcohol for one person.” you note from behind him.
“Luckily you’re here to help me, huh?” Jungkook takes out a variety. He isn’t expecting you to drink much, but he’s sure you’re still fairly new to it. He places them onto his coffee table besides the other bottles. “Sit down. You don’t have to be so awkward.”
You do as you’re told as Jungkook makes his way down the hall. He returns in under a minute with two shot glasses. You aren’t surprised that they’re tinted dark, as well.
“So what? We’re just drinking?” you ponder. “For that, we could’ve gone back to the party.”
“So you can continue sucking my friends face off?” Jungkook questions. “Do or drink.”
“What?”
“Do,” Jungkook places the two glasses onto his coffee table. He grabs the closest bottle he could - tequila - and pops it open. “or drink. Or both, I’m down for whatever.”
“Like truth or dare?” you question as Jungkook pours two shots.
“Yea. But this is just the dare option.” Jungkook’s eyes flicker to you, sparkling with mischief. “Let’s take a shot just to get it started.”
Jungkook holds out the shot glass for you. It’s filled to the brim and even away from your face you can smell how strong the tequila is.
“You chickening out?”
You glance up from the shot to Jungkook, unamused. “No.” you respond. “We didn’t come all this way for nothing.”
Jungkook presses the shot to his lips. “Do what you want,” he murmurs before he downs the shot. His throat bobs as he swallows. “because you want to.”
Jungkook goes to pour another shot, but this time he holds it in his hands. You contemplate Jungkook’s words for a moment. You’re sure you understood it - do what you want, not what you think he wants you to do.
Jungkook chuckles a bit when you take the shot, the harsh liquid burning your throat in just the right way. On the ride here, you felt yourself sobering up just a bit that you can now taste the alcohol that once went down like water at the party.
“So, are you going first?” you ask Jungkook, holding out your shot glass for him to fill.
“I can.” Jungkook offers you his own shot glass and takes yours to re-pour the alcohol. “Mild? Medium?”
“What?”
Jungkook leans against the couch to get comfortable.
“How tame is this game going to be?” Jungkook questions. “Since it’s your first time, we can play mildly-”
“Hot.” you deadpan.
Jungkook goes silent and in an instant, you contemplate maybe you were trying too hard.
“Or-”
“Hot it is. There’s no holding back.” Jungkook nods. “I dare you to strip.” Jungkook states. “Not nude.” Not yet, he thinks.
It isn’t anything new, you think, and yet you’re nervous. Jungkook’s eyes are peering at you, unblinking. Unmoving. You place the shot onto the coffee table and do as you’re dared to do. You start with your shirt, removing the fabric so slowly that Jungkook believes you’re intentionally teasing him. Your bra clings onto your chest and bounces ever so lightly when you finally get the shirt over your head.
The jean skirt is next and you get up for this. Jungkook feels his heart race at the sign of your panties. They’re simple cotton, he notes, but the simplicity adds on to his attraction towards you. You didn’t need to wear anything overly sexual for him to be aroused by you. He swallows just as you sit down and face him.
“Your turn.” Jungkook murmurs, his eyes slowly trailing back to your face.
“I dare you to do the same.”
When you watch Jungkook take the shot, your shoulders falter a bit. You weren’t expecting him to do that.
However, Jungkook then unbuckles his belt as he stands. He removes his pants and discards them carelessly. He goes for his shirt next, your eyes fixed on his now exposed chest. The tattoos that connect from said chest, to his shoulder, all the way from his biceps to his hands. You find yourself swallowing as Jungkook sits down, this time closer to you.
“I guess it’s my turn again.” Jungkook hums. “Ya’ sure you’re not nervous?”
You swallow the lump in your throat. Jungkook’s closeness is evident by how his body heat radiates towards you. Your heart is beating in your chest rapidly that your tipsy mind swears it’ll explode right now.
“Why do you ask?” you respond, deflecting the question as the answer is obvious. Your palms were seconds from sweating. “Do I look nervous?”
Yes, Jungkook thinks, but he knows you by now. You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t a bundle of nerves and sexual tension.
Instead, Jungkook snickers. “Come here,” he says. He grasps the bottle from the coffee table and opens the bottle. The top flies off and Jungkook makes no move to capture it from wherever it’s fallen. You watch Jungkook take a swig from the bottle, a bit of the alcohol trailing down the corner of his lips and it hits his chest.
You scooted closer to Jungkook, your eyes glancing from his chest to the dark look in his eyes.
“I’m not going to bite you, baby.” Jungkook thinks how he wishes he could just sink his teeth into you and trail his tongue along your skin right about now. But he’ll take it slow. “It’s just me. It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”
You hate to be reminded.
Was there any going back now? You and he both are half naked in his high rise apartment. It’s evident that something is going to happen.
No, you think, there wasn’t any going back. Jungkook spreads his legs just as you climb into his lip, his free hand settling onto your waist.
“I dare you-”
“It’s my turn!” you exclaim.
Smirking, Jungkook shakes his head. “I never dared you to come to me, baby.” he says teasingly. He was right, you think, and your cheeks warm at the thought. “I dare you to kiss me.”
You don’t hesitate. Your hands place them on both sides of Jungkook’s cheeks and you press your lips onto his. Instantly, you can taste the tequila, but somehow he makes that bitter taste seem sweet.
Jungkook groans into your lips. It doesn’t take much for a dent to grow in his underwear and you feel it right at your core.
“I dare you…” your nose nestles against Jungkook’s, your lips pressing into his again - and again. His hold onto your waist tightens, keeping you right in the spot he wants you. “...to tell me how you felt.”
Jungkook’s tongue trails along your bottom lip. “How I felt about what?” he breathes.
“When you watched me make out with your friend.” you say against his lips. “How did it make you feel?”
You lean away from him just enough for your eyes to meet.
Jungkook tilts his head, dark eyes scanning your face. “Why?” he questions. “Did you do it to get a rise out of me?”
Without notice, your thighs tighten against his, your knees at his waist.
“I think you did.” Jungkook murmurs. He’s still holding the bottom of tequila and he takes another swig. “You knew I was watching you the entire time, huh? You gave Taehyung something that took me months to get.”
“As far as I know, Taehyung is single.” you retort.
“Oh?” Jungkook snickers. “We know that doesn’t make a difference, baby, because if it did…” Jungkook’s free hand glides from your waist, to your ass. He knows he isn’t too intoxicated to imagine the throbbing right between your legs. “...you wouldn’t be with me right now.”
You gasp when Jungkook’s hand squeezes your ass, unblinking eyes watching you closely.
“Taehyung is one of my best friends,” Jungkook says. “but watching the way he got to touch you so easily made me want to kill him. He doesn’t deserve it.”
“And you do?”
“I do.” Jungkook presses his lips to yours again. He forces his tongue into your mouth and suckles onto yours.
The kiss is needy, wet and entirely lewd and the both of you melt into it. It turns into something hotter; passionate. Your hips grinds automatically, your clit needily humping against Jungkook’s clothed bulge and Jungkook wishes he’d dared you to get completely naked instead. But he has to remind himself that you and he have more than enough time. The entire night, he thinks, and if he was lucky, the weekend entirely. Your cousin would be busy and wouldn’t notice her boyfriend and cousin away.
“Do you wanna stop?” Jungkook breaks the kiss first, much to his own dismay, but his mind is racing with different ways he wants to have you. He isn’t sure he’d be able to contain himself if things got any further.
“D-Do you?”
“Fuck, no.” Jungkook groans. “There’s so much I want to do to you, baby.”
Your thighs squeeze, ever so gently, Jungkook in. Your breathing increases and the older man knows that you're curious - as is the increasing heartbeat between your legs.
“Like what?” you dare ask, Your mind flashes with that forbidden moment you and he shared in his car, his fingers plunging so deep inside of you that your thighs clench even tighter.
“Excited?”
There’s a squeeze on your ass that has your body jolting.
“Have you ever given anyone a body shot?” asks Jungkook, though he’s sure of the answer.
You shake your head.
“I dare you to let me.” Jungkook’s eyes does that twinkle again. “My own way, at least.” he murmurs.
Slowly, you nod your head. You’re unsure what to expect so all you do is wait. Jungkook raises the bottle and just when you’re sure he’s about to take a sip from it, he doesn’t. Instead, he pours the liquid onto you. It falls down your neck, the cool liquid having you gasping.
Jungkook presses himself closer to you, his tongue - warm in contrast to the alcohol - swirls against the soft skin of your breast as he licks up the trail of tequila he’s poured onto you.
Your body shudders as Jungkook’s warm tongue licks from your breast, to your collarbone and finally your neck. “You okay?” he questions from your neck. There's a twitch that you feel from where you’re sitting.
“Y-Yeah,” you say. “feels good.” you whisper, your tone so low and only a part of you wishing he hadn’t heard it.
Jungkook does hear it, because of course he does. It fuels him to continue, this time pouring the alcohol against your breast entirely and diving in. This time, his eyes flicker up at you as his tongue laps up the falling droplets. He studies your expression - parted lips, clouded eyes and arching back.
“You’re a lot dirtier than I thought.” Jungkook hums. His free hand releases your ass to replace it with your covered breast. Your bra is soaked, covered in tequila. Jungkook forces his finger through the bra, slowly sliding it so your breast could be fully free. “Was there a scene like this in those dirty books you read?”
You’re caught off guard by the question, but more off guard by the way Jungkook flicks your nipple with a greedy tongue. It’s all he needs until he’s snatching the bra off of you entirely and diving into your chest.
Your shock could only last so long. His hands engulf your breast entirely, kneading them in his palms as his tongue trails along your skin. He plops a nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling the excited bud in his mouth. He isn’t being calm about it. There wasn’t a need to be silent when you and he were here alone. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to assure you and he were alone - he knew the two of you were.
“Hah~ Kook!” you gasp. His teeth, only gently, nipples at your nipple before he plops it from his lips. He stares hungrily at it before averting his eyes up to look at you.
“You like it.” Jungkook dismisses. “I can feel your pussy, baby.”
You groan.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Jungkook assures. “It’s your turn, baby.”
You nearly forgot about the game.
“Oh…okay.” you nod.
Jungkook has a low grin on his lips. It’s teasing and not at all taunting, but your heart is racing and your body is burning. You can feel the throbbing between your legs heavier and it’s even more evident now that so can he.
Jungkook knows of your inexperience with it all, even claiming the “boys” you’ve been with weren’t anything compared to him. He isn’t wrong in the slightest, but you’re still embarrassed to sit here and know little of what you’re doing.
“I dare you to let me do a body shot off of you!” you exclaim. “In my own way.”
“Oh? Feeling bold?” Jungkook is intrigued. He lifts the tequila bottle for you to take.
With shaking hands, you do. You glance at him, his eyes watching your every move that there isn’t any way you could fuck this up and embarrass yourself further.
Liquid courage, you think to yourself, and lift the bottle to your lips and take a swig. It doesn't burn when it goes down.
Then, your eyes trail to Jungkook’s shoulders, his tattoos on his chest that connect to the sleeve that makes him even more of an attractive man.
“Nervous?”
Jungkook’s voice gets you out of your thoughts again.
“You’re so cute, you know?”
You squeeze the bottle.
“I’m not nervous.” you mumble the lie, even if there wasn’t a need to do so. Jungkook knows you by now. “It’s just you.”
You get off of Jungkook’s lap - much to his dismay - and hover above him long enough to splash his chest with the alcohol. He flinches a bit, but doesn’t speak. You pour more than you intended to, the alcohol trailing from his chest, down his abs and unintentionally to his bulge.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything. Instead, his lips twitched upwards. He truly does think you’re cute, his cock twitching at the soft look in your eyes - the naivety and innocence he adores.
You swallow, dropping to your knees in front of him. You place the nearly empty bottle down beside you with nervous hands. Your eyes, those same eyes he adores, look up at him as your tongue places itself onto his clothed bulge.
Instantly, Jungkook’s breath hitches. Both of your hands glide upwards onto his thighs as your tongue trails upwards from his twitching bulge, to his abdomen. Your eyes remain on his, licking up the tequila from his abs, to his tattooed chest. Your tongue doesn’t stop until you’re at his neck, and even then you replace your tongue with your lips, pressing a kiss to the nape of it.
“You look nervous.” you tease.
You remove yourself from his neck to catch Jungkook’s expression.
“It’s always the shy girls, isn’t it?” Jungkook pecks your lips before you could get too far away from him.
“Your turn.”
Jungkook takes a deep breath. “I dare you to tell me a fantasy of yours.”
Your brows knit together.
“Don’t look like that.” Jungkook snickers. “All those dirty books you read, there has to be something in there you fantasize about. You told me you touch yourself,” a tattooed hand places itself in your inner thigh and squeezes it. “and I felt how wet that pussy could get. So tell me.”
And like before, Jungkook takes back control. You wouldn't know what to do with it, anyways.
“I always fantasized about being fucked hard.”
Jungkook’s ears perk as you speak.
“When I read, I imagine it’s me being fucked like how they are.” you continue. You’ve never told anyone about the books you read, or about anything about your own fantasies.
“And how are they fucked?”
There’s another squeeze to your thigh.
“Hard.” you whisper. “Disrespectfully. Like they’re…claimed.”
For a few moments, you and Jungkook are silently staring at one another. The tension is high, heat radiating off of the both of you. He’s just as sticky as you are, his hold on you never untightening.
“I guess it’s my turn.” you break the silence. “I dare you…”
Jungkook’s unblinking.
“...fulfill my fantasy.”
A tighter squeeze to your thigh.
“Claim me as yours. It’ll be our little secret.”
Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. You’re pushed onto the leather couch rapidly and within seconds, your panties are pulled off of you. He’s on top of you, forcing your thighs apart so he can see your pussy in all its glory.
“I knew you were a slut.” Jungkook leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “My slut to claim as my own, is that right?”
“Yea~” you gasp out as Jungkook’s lips kiss your chin, to your chest. “Your slut.”
Jungkook likes the sound of it. He continues to kiss down your body until he’s right between your legs. You’re so wet, your clit puffy and begging for any attention, and he’s fully prepared to give it just that. His tongue is flat and drags between your folds slowly to savor that sweet taste of you - a taste his mind suddenly tells him that Taehyung could’ve had.
Taehyung.
Kim Taehyung, his friend and a man you just met could’ve had this sweet pussy on his tongue right now.
Now, Jungkook is entirely pissed at just the possibility - even if the chances were low - of him being in this position. His hands slam down on your inner thighs that are threatening to close around him, and he dives directly into your clit. His tongue circles harshly around it, relentless and utterly obsessed.
“K-Kook, wait-”
The words leave you. Regardless, they fall on deaf ears. His tongue laps from below, all the way to the top, his head bobbing from side to side.
Your lower back arches a bit as Jungkook claims you as you tell him to, your cunt fully exposed to his mouth. Your hands clench together and your nails dig into your palm.
“Now that I’ve claimed this pussy as my own, it’s only right that only I get to have it.”
It’s a ludicrous request coming from a man in a relationship, but he wouldn’t be a man if he didn’t have audacity. Your mind is far too consumed with pleasure to care about how insane it sounds, but you’re agreeing without any thoughts, nodding your head dumbly.
Jungkook solidifies it by popping two fingers inside of you, your wet pussy squelching obscenely. He pushes them in deeper and deeper, your gummy walls clasping around them as he goes knuckles deep.
“My pretty pussy,”
Jungkook pumps, his tongue circling your clit to add onto your madness. He keeps his fingers deep, stretching you out just the way he knows you like and in return, you continue to press your sweet cunt against his greedy tongue.
Jungkook laps your juices up, relentlessly even when you’re squirming and squealing above him. Your thighs shake and your eyes are rolling, overstimulation flowing through your entire body. You haven’t felt this before, you think, being fully doted on has your body spasming, but wanting more.
You break into a high-pitched whimper as Jungkook’s warm tongue remains on your clit, suckling and twirling, as his fingers pump brutally inside you. He was milking you for all you had to give him, his fingers fully coated in milky arousal.
“Fuck - I-I feel…cu-umming~”
Your body is trembling entirely, back continuing to arch right into him. Your eyes squeeze shut, your moans growing louder and drawn out.
Jungkook feels it, the way your pussy spasms around his pumping fingers, clenching and unclenching as if begging to be mercied, but he doesn’t allow you any. No, he continues on lapping onto your clit that your toes curl, the overstimulation now turning into pain - not an uncomfortable one, but the pleasurable kind.
Your body gives out, arousal pooling out of you just as his fingers do. They splash onto his couch, but he couldn’t find it in him to care; not when you looked this delectable.
You’re gasping, but Jungkook isn’t one to waste time. No, you told him to claim you as his and he has every plan to do just that.
Your eyes snap open when you feel something slide past your lips.
“Suck them,” Jungkook demands, his fingers deep in your mouth. “Taste how good you are.”
You groan, your eyes fluttering with just how obscene this all is - and how much you loved it.
You do as you’re told, like the good slut you told Jungkook you were, your fingers suckling on the two digits in your mouth, fluttering eyes looking up at Jungkook innocently.
Jungkook shakes his head, licking his lips of the same taste. “My good little slut.” he murmurs. “You act so shy and reserved, but we know what you really are.”
Jungkook removes his fingers from your lips, your saliva coating them.
With a hitched breath, you say, “Y-Your….slut?”
“Exactly.”
Jungkook pushes his underwear down and kicks them off. His cock springs out, tip flushed and oozing with sticky cum. It’s pretty, you think, veins drawn down them.
“Tell me what you want.”
You swallow. “I want you to fuck me.”
Jungkook groans as he wraps a hand around his cock. “You have a dirty mouth, baby.”
You watch Jungkook, eyes fixed on how hot he looks. Watching a man touch himself has never intrigued you, but you understood why not. They weren’t Jeon Jungkook.
“I thought about fucking you for so long, you know?” Jungkook admits. “Filling you full of my cum.”
Your cheeks grow hot. “I…” you blink a few times. “I’m not…on anything.”
Jungkook tilts his head. “That’s okay.” he murmurs. “I’ll buy you something tomorrow.”
You aren’t in the right mind to deny him, so you nod and say, “Okay.”
You’re so submissive that Jungkook pumps his cock harder. “You’d let me?” he asks, almost in disbelief. “Of course you’d let me…” he breaks out in a grin.
You nod your head. “I’d let you.” you assure, eyes flickering between his cock to his eyes. “Please fuck me, Kook.”
Grunting, Jungkook finds himself between your legs faster than either of you could fathom. He hikes a leg upward, the tip of his cock at your entrance. He cannot believe how wet you are, your warmth oozing onto his tip. He rubs it against your clit and between your folds, marveling at how perfect it all looked from up above.
“I’ll fuck you real good, baby.” Jungkook groans.
Your back arches yet again as Jungkook begins to enter you. He feels the hair on his arms lift as a shudder runs up his spine. A moan slips past parted lips, his mind pondering how anyone could be this tight, but then he has to remember that you don’t do this often. Your body was trying to get comfortable with having something inside of you.
“I knew you’d feel good,” Jungkook whispers, voice hoarse. He’s speaking mainly to himself, but you hear him just the same.
Jungkook ruts his hips and watches your expression. Your eyes roll while your thighs widen just a bit, a silent plea for more, and it’s exactly what he gives you. He goes deeper, tip reaching places you’ve never felt it before that has your toes curling. Your walls cage him in, practically begging him to never leave.
The couch creaks beneath the force of his thrusts, the rubbery leather molding into your skin. Your breasts pounce with each impact, followed by the satisfied squelching of your pussy.
“-harder,” you breathe, your hands reaching for nothing in particular while your eyes don’t focus on anything. “Please.”
Grunting, Jungkook shakes his head. His hold on your tightens as he presses your knees to your chest. “Greedy girl,” he hisses, but who was he to not give you what you want? He slams into you this, his cock drilling harder and harder like you’ve asked him too. "Look at you, squirming under me."
Your pussy continues to squelch loudly, offering its own contribution to the lewd sounds. Creaking couch, high-pitched moans, followed by the occasional grunts and skin slapping.
You were seeing stars now, slipping in and out of your high as your pussy flutters around Jungkook’s ramming cock.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Jungkook whimpers, lowering himself. His hair tickles your forehead. “I waited so long to feel this pussy around me.”
This is bad, but the rational part of you is hidden deep behind lust and intoxication. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about what you and Jungkook were doing now while your cousins were none the wiser. Maybe it’s that fact that has you tightening around her boyfriend, begging him for more and more until you’re cumming.
Jungkook isn’t done with you yet. After all, you and he had the entire night. He takes a quick break to pop a nipple back into his mouth, his tongue lavishing against the bud possessively. Then, he turns your body around easily and enters you once more. Your ass from this position looks amazing and with each punishing thrusts, his eyes are fixated on it.
“F-Fuuuck, Kook. Slow-”
“You can take it!” Jungkook hisses.
Your face is buried into the couch, your back arched allowing the man to do as he pleases to you. Your thighs are coated with sticky arousal that pools out of you with each pump.
“I’m just giving you what you wanted, right?”
He was, you think, and damn did it feel too good. Each thrust was completely animalistic and focused, claiming you entirely. Jungkook isn’t sure why his mind drifts back to the way you kiss Taehyung so freely, but he does know that the way his hands grip onto your hips possessively and hold you in place that it’s an act that would never happen again.
“Don’t stop, Kook, pl-lease!” you hiccup those encouraging words that have Jungkook going over the edge. “So close~”
“Gonna cum already, baby? That’s not fair, I haven’t came yet.” Jungkook teases. “Pretty pussy dripping all over me.”
“Cum in me then.” you exclaim, your eyes growing glossy with how good it all felt. You can feel the pressure building up in the pits of your stomach again.
“Shit!” Jungkook rasps. One hand lets go of your hips to slam them on the couch right beside your head. He leans down, the other hand having a good grip on your waist as he continues to drill into you. “Pretty girl, are you crying?”
Jungkook is so smug. His lips press against your shoulders, eyes focused on the way the overstimulated tears slide down your cheeks.
“-cumming,” you whisper, eyes squeezing shut and letting out the remainder of the tears. Jungkook groans when your pussy clenches around him as you cum, your body shuddering beneath him. “I’m cumming, too.” he hisses, grinding thrusts pumping in and out rapidly until the final one shoots cum right inside of you. It’s so hot and seemingly endless, his cock pulsing in a way it hasn’t in so long.
the last part i wrote was mc being followed to her appointment by jungkook 😭 i have to re-read it all to even remember where i was going with the next part
fuck it, a look into ecstasy (that wont be released until October 🤭) with streamer/gamer jungkook & mc
teaser one
“Player 101,”
That voice returns to further haunt you. It’s loud and seemingly hovers about the two of you.
“Yes?” you respond.
“You’ve become quite the fan-favorite since your initiation.”
You swallow. Your chest rises and falls as your breathing increases. You bite your tongue. Your instinct is to snap at the voice. How in the hell was you being taken from your home in such a manner an “initiation”?
“However, some of our viewers are upset with you.”
Jungkook glances at your face. He watches the way your lips part at the revelation.
“W-Why?”
“Well, you’re the reason why your partner is injured.” the voice cackles loudly as if all of this was a big joke to them. Maybe it was. Maybe they got off on the fear and pure unease that you ooze. “Don’t you feel bad?”
“It’s not my fault!” you roar suddenly, but the arguing doesn’t stop the tears from falling. They’re hot and rapid, your heart beating against your chest.
Jungkook notes that you’re trembling now. “Calm down-”
“I didn’t want this to happen.” you cry, your body shaking even harder. “This wasn’t supposed to-”
“Calm. Down.” Jungkook holds your body nearly against his. “They just want to get a rise out of you, YN. Don’t give it to them.”
“Don’t tell me you aren’t upset, Jungkook. You’re injured all because that bitch couldn’t shut her mouth.”
Eyes glaring around the room, Jungkook doesn’t respond. This is what they wanted, he thinks, for you and him to butt heads. He wasn’t going to let it happen.
“You see, the audience is who chooses the majority of the challenges.” the voice continues. “And they want to see Y/N be disciplined for her actions.”
—
Look at me.” Jungkook demands. Without warning, his fingers capture your chin and he turns you to face him. “Do you trust me?”
There’s a pleading look in Jungkook’s eyes. It’s noticeable. Desperate. He needs you to trust him right now. Trust him with your life so he’d be able to trust you with his.
“I…I…” you swallow thickly, nodding your head. “...I trust you.”
Jungkook offers a soft grin. It’s welcoming and kind, one you’ve noticed the first time you and he met through the video call. It sends something through your body and nearly makes you forget where you and he are at.
“Good.” Jungkook murmurs. In an instant, you note that it’s gone. You don’t see it coming, you think. His palm lands roughly against your cheek so hard that not only does it echo off of the walls but your head snaps.
Your cheek stings. You’re too stunned to speak. “From now on,”
You gasp when you feel a hang tug into your hair. It yanks it even rougher, forcing it back to look at Jungkook. “you do as I say. I’m not going to die because you want to be a bitch.”
"ah, the city of magnolia! known for its purity, marvelous landscapes and citizenship. in said city lies your group of close friends who are all unaware of the darkness that you soon will be facing."
word count: 8.944
warning: dark themes, smut, drunk sex, alcohol intake, blood, kissing, nipple sucking/licking, dirty talk, dry humping, oral sex (f/m), unprotected sex, like i wanted the fic to have a narrator, like the powerpuff girls lmao, yeontan mention bc we miss him, choking, blood/gore, stabbing, doggy/missionary position,
halloween masterlist
“Ah, the city of magnolia! Such a marvelous beauty indeed! The sun always shines the brightest above our humbly safe town! However…the city of Magnolia has begun to experience less than honorable actions…”
After a long work week, what you didn’t need to be was at a bar. Yet, here you are.
You’re seated at said bar alone. You’re absolutely okay with this, you think. The bar isn’t crowded with people, and though noisy with groups of chattering and tipsy individuals, the atmosphere is fun. You enjoyed watching others have the time of their lives while you sat on by.
And bonus, you had a drink in your hand.
You lift up the tall glass of purple liquid and cheers to yourself before taking a few slurps through the black straw. It’s fruity and overpriced with way more ice than liquor but you had the weekend off and in your mind, that’s all that mattered right now.
You proceed to look at the small menu of food items. You were craving something salty that would cause you to buy yet another overpriced drink. As you were scanning your options, you felt a presence besides you.
“Drinking alone?”
You turn your head to the voice and your eyebrows raise. “Tae?” you question. “What are you doing here?”
“I can ask you the same thing.” Taehyung scoffs. He takes a seat besides you, the stool scraping against the ground when he pulls it out to sit. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s payday and I’m trying to get drunk.”
You shrug one shoulder. Maybe it was obvious. Yet, Taehyung was never much of a drinker. He always opted to stay sober. “By all means.” you say. “Where’s Yuri?”
Kim Taehyung has been your friend for countless years. He’s seen you in many different forms - drunk, sober, upset, content. You and he had gone through many ups and downs of life through college and out of it as fully working adults.
Yuri - his girlfriend - and you met through college as roommates where she and Taehyung had begun dating - on and off - throughout the four years. Currently, they are on and have been for nearly a year now. In college, it had been difficulty awkward to hear both sides of the stories and remain neutral in their fued.
“Ah,” Taehyung snorts. He turns towards the bartender that comes. “double shot of tequila. Two, please.” he says. “Open tab.”
You raise your brows as the bartender nods his head and does as Taehyung asks. He pours the two shots and slides them towards Taehyung who nods. As the bartender strolls away, Taehyung turns back to you, a shot in his hand.
“We broke up.” Taehyung states nonchalantly and then proceeds to down a shot.
You watch him closely as the alcohol burns his throat. He scrunches his face, but he doesn’t otherwise react as you’d thought he would.
“For good.” Taehyung continues. He grabs the other shot and proceeds to down that one, as well. “We haven’t been together in months.”
“Months?” you question. “But…her birthday dinner was just a month ago. You two seemed fine.”
You try to rack your brain on how Yuri and Taehyung were at her dinner - and even before that. Were you too caught up in your own world to not notice? Or maybe it was a mutual break up that didn’t hold any animosity.
“She wasn’t ready to tell anyone and honestly,” Taehyung licks his lips and shrugs. “neither was I. Yuri and I had broken up and got back together so much that even we didn’t know if we were serious or not. I moved out-”
Your eyes widen and you gasp. You can feel the alcohol kicking in little by little and you were glad you decided to come to the bar. A bit of gossip didn’t hurt.
“-and got my own place.” Taehyung says. “She kept the fish and I took Yeontan.”
You laugh. “You talk as though you and her went through a divorce and you’re splitting the children.”
Taehyung waves the bartender over and requests more shots - four this time. He slides one towards you. “It was bound to happen eventually,” he murmurs. “and I wasn’t going to leave my dog with her. Tan is on a strict schedule and she’ll miss all his grooming appointments. His fur will mat and he’d look like a small mop ball.”
You’re surprised you’d allow yourself to drink freely with Taehyung. The two of you down shots and laugh together, speaking of old times in college, or even about things that happened in your lives as of recently. He told you about his new apartment and how the view of the city lights were amazing at night.
When you told Taehyung that you couldn’t wait to see his apartment, it wasn’t in a flirty way. Yet, you’re unsure how you and him end up in such a predicament that the night ends with you and him at his apartment. The uber ride to his home was a blur, so was the way you crash into him once his door closes.
Could you truly blame the alcohol for going this far with Taehyung? Was the attraction ever there before but never acted upon because he was your friend - and so was Yuri?
Yet you and Taehyung don’t think about it a lot as your lips are tangled together messily. He had downs shots like they were water and he had gotten you to do the same. It was just two friends catching up, he told himself, only now his lips are trailing down your neck.
You allow Taehyung’s lips to trail further until they reach your collarbone.
You’re moaning, Taehyung hears, so sweetly. The room is spinning but he’s well aware that you’re beneath him.
When did you get naked? Taehyung’s sheets are so soft, yet cold to the touch of your warm skin. Your legs wrap around him to bring him closer to you. When did Taehyung get so muscular? Your hands feel along his naked chest, drunk and marveling at how different he was.
Taehyung’s hands are on the outside of your legs by the time his kisses reach your breast. His tongue, so hot and wet, coats your skin possessively. The way his large hands trail up from your thighs to your naked breast has your back arching for more. They knead your breast, his thumbs rubbing along your nipples before wrapping a tongue around them.
Taehyung was an attentive lover, fully focusing on pleasuring you first. He suckles onto your nipples, his hips rutting into your naked core. He’s grunting and groaning against your nipples, your hands in his hair to keep him close to your chest.
Even the drunk you knew this was wrong. This was fucking Taehyung, your friend of years. Your friend's ex-boyfriend - this went against girl code. This went against everything you and he stood for, yet neither of you stopped. Your moans increased when Taehyung released your swollen nipple from his wet mouth to focus on the other one. His ruts continued and you wished he had taken off his underwear when he started so you could feel his bare cock - but you’d be patient.
“How are things going to be with Taehyung and Y/N after all of this is done? WIll the truth get out to Yuri? Will things escalate between these two childhood friends? Is it just sex between them - or something more?”
“Tae!” you gasp upon feeling his large hand slide down to grip your ass. He’s rutting against your clit so hard that you’re completely soaking his underwear with arousal.
Popping from your nipple, Taehyung looks at you with clouded eyes, the room continuing to spin for the both of you. “Yes, baby?”
You shudder at how deep Taehyung’s voice is - it always has been. But now, along with the pet names, it does something to you entirely. Is this how Yuri felt? Such simple yet sensual words shoot straight to your core.
“I can feel how wet your pussy is.” Taehyung chuckles, lifting his head so that his face is inches from yours. “I want to taste you.”
Taehyung presses a firm, sloppy kiss against your lips before pushing himself away and down between your legs. He doesn’t allow you to say anything further until his tongue is ravishing your wet pussy greedily. His hands force your thighs apart as he enjoys the taste of you.
Your back arches, letting out a spew of rushed moans from parted lips. Taehyung’s tongue is hard against your clit, circling over and over again over the sensitive bud. The act is so lewd - utterly disgusting in the way his lips smack loudly. It’s as if you and he weren’t close friends with years of history on the line once the drunken high wore off.
But at this moment, neither of you could focus on the harm you two were doing, not when Taehyung was eating you out so heavenly. His cock is rock hard in his underwear so, with one hand not holding onto you, he tears them off.
Your stomach rises and falls fast when Taehyung moves away from your clit, licking his lips. His thumb replaces his tongue, rubbing the bud in the same circular motions. You’re soaked, dripping down your thighs and all over his hand.
“You like this.” Taehyung bites, his eyes fixed on your beautiful pussy. His thumbs twirl harder and harder as your thighs widen for even more. “I knew you’d have a pretty pussy.”
“Oh, fuck-” you gasp, eyes squeezing shut. Your legs are shaking with hot pleasure. Your world continues to spin, the alcohol still fresh in your system. “-I’m going to cum!”
“Yeah?” Taehyung quips. Before you could process it, long fingers are stretching you out. You aren’t given any warning like before, or time to process it. “Your pussy’s so tight, baby, when’s the last time you’ve been fucked good?”
Your back arches, eyes still closed. Taehyung’s fingers pump deeper and deeper, in and out and in and out at such a punishing pace. His cock continues to throb, wishing that it was fucking your tight cunt instead of his fingers, but he had all night to do that.
Your breasts bounce slightly with the way your hips buckle to gain more and more of Taehyung’s fingers. You’re mewling so loudly, begging for more and more.
“Cum all over me, baby.” Taehyung rasps, marveling at your dripping cunt.
Your pussy squeezes Taehyung’s fingers even tighter as you let out a stuttered moan of his name - “T-Tae!”
Taehyung shudders at the way you cry his name as you cum, legs shaking and panting. You coat his fingers entirely, squealing at how great you felt.
Though your world was spinning, you knew for sure that you wanted Taehyung. How you managed to drunkenly pull him down to his bed and flip yourself on top of him is beyond you. Your eyes, a bit hazy, look down at Taehyung. His own dark eyes are looking up at you, a bit squinty. You place a hand onto his cheek, a heart-shaped face sculptured by an angel it seems. Your eyes trail down to his rosy lips, top lip fuller than the bottom - had you always noticed that or was it just now?
“You’re pr…pretty.”
Taehyung blinks a few times at your slurred words before he laughs. His lips form a box, pearly-white teeth flashing you as he lets out a deep roar of laughter.
“You’re pretty, too.” Taehyung responds. “Always have been.”
You act before your mind tells you to stop this - that this wasn’t going to end well for either of you. Especially Yuri. This went against everything you thought you stood for.
You trail down his body, your hands immediately hooking at the band of his underwear. You notice how stuck they are to him, dampened by your arousal.
What you weren’t expecting was to be hit with Taehyung’s cock, highly anticipated to be touched. His tip is a shade of pink that’s different from the tanned color of his shaft, veins covering it. You recalled Yuri telling you countless times how pretty his cock was - and each time having to tell her that you didn’t care. But witnessing it up front, you had to admit that she was absolutely right.
“You-”
Your hand wraps around his cock, squeezing it in your palm. Your mouth falls open, tongue falling out so a string of saliva could trickle down and onto the tip of his cock. Taehyung, through squinted hazy eyes, watches at how filthy hot it was to him.
You bring his cock into your mouth, suckling onto the tip like a lollipop. Drunk you enjoys the act of sucking cock, it appears, as the action makes your pussy throb.
Or maybe it’s because it’s Taehyung, someone who you shouldn’t be with right now at all. That makes it even hotter, doing something you knew you weren’t supposed to be doing. Fucking someone so close to you and that’s damn near off limits.
Your cheeks suck in as you slurp onto Taehyung’s cock, bringing it deeper and deeper into your wet mouth. Taehyung could only watch you in awe, his chest rising and falling, as your hand squeezed his cock in his hand as your head bobs up and down.
“You’re so hot.” Taehyug exclaims, followed by a long drawn-out moan that sounds so fulfilling to your ears. “You suck my cock so well, baby. You’re a pro.”
More dirty words that further provokes you to suckle even harder, saliva pooling out of the corner of your mouth with how filthy you were doing it. Your mouth makes a wet, gurgling noise so lewd yet so lovely playing in his ears.
The way you take Taehyung’s cock in your mouth was something straight out of a porno. It’s as if you’ve been waiting for this moment to have him - which wasn’t the truth; on your end at least.
You’re just unsure why sucking his cock right now and hearing his groans and moans makes you feel so wet. Your own cunt throbs with need, wishing that she was stuffed just as much as your mouth was.
“So pretty sucking my cock.” Taehyung breaths, his stomach sucking in. “
“While Y/N and Taehyung are tangled in the sheets, Magnolia has not yet realized the threat that has entered their town, lingering in the shadows and waiting to strike.”
Your pussy is entirely too wet, gushing all over your thighs and Taehyung’s cock. You truly hoped whoever his neighbors couldn't hear too much through these walls - that, and you hoped you wouldn’t run into anyone when you were doing your walk of shame out of there.
Taehyung has you on your back, your legs pushed up to your shoulders as his cock impales you so deeply, you’re seeing stars. He’s consistent, his stamina remaining with each pound of his thick cock. His large hands are on your thighs, holding them apart. Clouded eyes dart between your pussy, dripping and gripping his bare cock so lovingly, to your bouncing breast that are covered in bruises and bite marks. You’re being fucked so stupidly, eyes fluttering and unfocused with your lips parted.
“Your pussy’s so fucking wet.” Taehyung grunts, throwing his head back. Sweat is pooling on his forehead, dark hair sticking to it. “When’s the last time you’ve been fucked this good?”
You barely register his words, and maybe that’s what Taehyung wants - to fuck you so dumbly that you can’t form coherent words. You're only gasping and moaning, your pussy squeezing tighter and tighter around him.
Taehyung takes advantage of having you where he always wanted you. He flips you onto your front, your ass high in the air. This new found position is amazing in many ways - witnessing your ass that he always found to be perfect. Your wet cunt only glistening with more and more juices that it leaks all over him and his bedsheets. The view of the city lights just outside the large floor to ceiling windows - it was all perfect.
“T-Tae!” you gasp, feeling a sharp pain in your stomach that is so hurtful, yet pleasurable. Skin slapping echoes off of the high ceilings, mixing perfectly with his groans.
“No running, Y/N~” Taehyung hisses when you pull away. His right hand grasps your arm and pulls it back, his left holding onto your hip to keep you right in place, the new position allowing his cock to go deeper and deeper. “Gonna fuck you all night long, baby.”
Your thighs part wider to allow Taehyung to do exactly what he wanted. You’re sobbing out in pure pleasure, your ears ringing and eyes growing glossy. You had long forgotten just how wrong all of this was and only focused on how perfect he was fucking you.
Taehyung was a man of his word, but you’re far too eager yourself. You’re now bouncing against his cock, thighs locked on either side of his waist. Your hands are firmly pressed against his bare chest, his shirt long gone. Your hips rise and fall, cock disappearing deeply inside your pussy - one he could never get tired of.
“Your cock’s so deep~” you grunted, hands sliding upwards towards Taehyung's face.
Taehyung’s hand grips your ass, his hips jutting upwards to meet you halfway. Your back arches, cunt clenching tightly. You were going to cum again - the third time in one night and the most you’ve ever done. You were so beautiful to him, Taehyung thinks, how sweaty you were, body glistening. You appear so fucked out and insatiable, taking his cock so well.
“I know you’re gonna cum all over me again.” Taehyung growls, deepening his thrusts, this time adding another hand onto your ass to keep you right where he needs you. “You’ve cum so easily with me, baby. Makes it hard to believe you don’t want it.”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you bite your lip, lowering to Taehyung. Your nose presses against his own, warm hushed breaths ticking his skin.
Taehyung takes this opportunity to capture your lips, moaning into your mouth while his thrusts take control in fucking you. Brutally quick, deep thrusts that has your body trembling, your mind going blank as you feel that familiar bubble in your stomach.
“The darkness continues to flow throughout Magnolia. Murder doesn’t happen here - not in our shining town! What are the people of Magnolia going to do with an unknown force of evil walking the streets?”
“Should we really be…having a party?”
“A kickback.” Yuri lifts a hand and points a finger as she corrects you. “Not a party. Especially not…”
Magnolia is known for a lot of things. For being safe, even at all hours of the night. For its beautiful architecture that dates back to its founding. The citizens of the town all know one another, having grown up alongside each other for decades.
Magnolia is known throughout for its beautiful botanical garden, located in the heart of the town - right in the center a large, blossoming magnolia tree. But murder? Murder was not what Magnolia is known for. People died of natural causes in this town - not left discarded in a puddle of blood as if they were nothing.
The news of a woman wailing and sprinting down the street had caused a panic - even if it was the day before Halloween. Such pranks weren’t known - not in Magnolia. The woman was bleeding, clutching her shoulder tightly. Her tears were hot on her cheeks, leaving them puffy and stained. She had claimed to be attacked while in an abandoned home with her boyfriend, sheepishly admitting the reason why they were there, but that went on deaf ears when she revealed that her boyfriend had been murdered while she fought for her life to escape.
There was only one abandoned home in Magnolia, once belonging to an old man who had passed away. His children had done nothing with the home and had instead left it how it was. You recall hearing murmurs that the home was haunted - but that was a lie. Hauntings weren’t a part of this town, either - none of this was.
“...someone died just hours ago.” you decide to finish for Yuri.
It’s hard to look your friend in the eye. A few weeks ago, you allowed your drunk actions to do the worst thing imaginable. You slept with Taehyung, your own childhood friend and Yuri’s ex- boyfriend since college. What made it worse was when you woke up to a phone call from her where she told you right then and there. It’s as if she knew Taehyung was right beside you, you in his bed naked.
That day, you had told Taehyung that it was something you and he would take to your graves. You adored him, truly, and you admit that the sex was amazing. It’s something you didn’t even know you needed - your dildo and vibrator combo not coming close to an actual man. But, that man was off limits; and you meant it.
“I know.” Yuri murmurs. She had already planned to throw a Halloween party, but since the events of this morning happened, people didn’t even want to leave their homes for work, let alone go to a party. “That’s why it’s something small. We all can stay here for the night. Play games…” she trails off.
Knowing Yuri, she had planned for this for at least a month. Decor, big bowls of candy that would be devoured by the rest of your tipsy friends. The pizza had been ordered and set to be delivered at a certain time - and don’t forget the games.
“We can even dress up, still!” Yuri exclaims. “I was going for a slutty theme this year-”
“Every year.” you deadpan, a smirk forming onto your lips.
“Ugh, shut up.” quip Yuri with a wave of her hand. “And a smaller get together isn’t going to stop me, either. So you’ll be going home after helping me here and getting into something slutty-”
“Do I-”
“Yes.” Yuri’s eyes narrow at you. “Please.” she says afterwards, eyes softening. “I want things to be normal. I mean…no one’s ever been murdered in Magnolia. Police are everywhere, news reporters. It’s a mess.”
Yuri isn’t wrong. Magnolia had brought in police from different towns to assist this case, knowing they were equipped to handle something as gruesome as this. There was even talk of a curfew until whoever did this was caught. Trick-or-treating was also in the talks of being cancelled, but to not break tradition children would be let out early from school and allowed to do so until the sun set.
“Have you talked to Taehyung?”
The sudden change in topic has your heart pumping. Your eyes snap back to Yuri, they have trailed to her glass table where she was assorting different types of candy prior to you arriving. Your heart jolts in her chest, mind racing.
“Why would you ask me that?” you question, tone low.
Yuri furrows her brow. “He’s your best friend.” she says with a chuckle. Her shoulders relax a bit when the topic changes, as well, and she turns back to her table. She grasps a piece of sour candy sprawled on the table and throws it into a medium-sized green bowl. “I haven’t talked to him since my birthday dinner.” she admits. “I texted him earlier to invite him.”
Act cool, you tell yourself. Of course she would talk about Taehyung. She doesn’t know that you’re a backstabbing bitch who fell into temptation and will forever live to regret your decision.
“DId he respond?” you asked. You decided to help her sort the candy.
“No. I don’t blame him.”
Yuri’s voice sounds neutral, but you know she’s in deep thought. Her and Taehyung, though off and on again countless times throughout the years, were still in love. They share many things together - vacations and holidays, fond memories with the friend group and together alone. Hell, Taehyung’s sister adores Yuri. Especially when she would give the expensive clothing she only ever wore once.
“He’ll be here.” you tell her, a wave of nausea flowing through you. There’s another jolt in your chest, but this time tightening. You were a terrible person, you think, sitting here talking about her ex. All the while there’s flashes in your mind of his large hands gripping and tugging at your skin, gliding across it with such soft, yet firm hands. The look in his dark eyes when-
“I hope so.” Yuri lets out a sigh. “I know we aren’t getting back together. He took Yeontan and got himself a new place. But…I love him, you know?” she says, this time turning to look at you. As a friend - a friend who wants to be comforted. “And I still want to be friends. I don’t want it to be awkward and have the rest of the group be awkward along with us.”
You can’t hold Yuri’s gaze for long. Your mind races with how long you could keep this facade up for. You told yourself that this was a secret you’d take to your grave, but the way you feel now isn’t something you could deal with forever.
It’ll get easier when it’s not so fresh, you tell yourself. As long as you keep Taehyung at arms length, it will be easier.
“How far can Y/N take this secret with Taehyung? Is Taehyung himself willing to remain at arms length, or does he want more with his childhood friend? Is it safe to host friends at a night where murder lingers in the air of Magnolia, or is this a mistake that is doomed right from the start?”
You would be a fool to not notice Taehyung’s lingering eyes on you.
Maybe it also didn’t help how you all were in costumes that were deemed “slutty”. Of course, it wouldn’t be the first time Taehyung or any of your friends saw you with your ass out - college years were memorable. However, there’s only one set of eyes on you, burning through the little clothing you were wearing. Those same eyes that saw what’s beneath, his tongue sliding against the hot skin his eyes once saw.
“What are you supposed to be?” Kay tilts her head to the side and eyes your “costume”. You didn’t have one and instead just threw something together and hoped it was slutty enough for Yuri.
“A slutty bartender.” you shrug your shoulders. A bodysuit that is far too tight and shows much of your breast and ass could be considered a costume in the 21st century. “You’re a cat.” you state, eyes glancing up at the black cat ears on her head.
Kay smiles and nods. She turns around to show you the fake tail she has wrapped around her waist to keep it up. “A slutty cat.” she says, lowering her voice to appear more sensual, before she breaks out in giggles. “I was last minute, too. I returned my costume this morning before Yuri told us about the kickback.”
Kay doesn’t say anything else. She doesn’t need to. You understood why she did. All halloween parties had been cancelled, even if the police or the mayor hadn’t enforced it. The murder in town had truly stirred the place.
The night continues on as you attempt to steer clear from Taehyung, who is always far too close for your liking. Drinking continues, the music going from blaring and drunken dancing amongst a small group of friends, to low when it was time to play games.
“You didn’t say Uno!” Yuri points at Kay, poking her tongue out. “Draw another 7 cards!”
“I did!” Kay screeches, words slurred a bit.
“You didn’t!” Felix snorts, grabbing a deck of cards and counting out 7 to give to Kay.
Taehyung glances your way, the arguing between his friends dying down in his ears as he focuses on you. You don’t appear to be focusing on the game yourself. Your card sits in your lap and your eyes are glancing around.
Taehyung isn’t dumb to know that you’re avoiding his eyes right now, but he doesn’t look away like you expected him to. Your eyes meet his and you freeze.
Taehyung offers a soft smile, one that only you witness due to the ruckus. Kay had thrown the deck of cards at Felix, who prompts to throwing it back at her while Yuri laughs.
Lightly, you shake your head, eyes glancing at a distracted Yuri then back to Taehyung. He doesn’t take his eyes away from you. His eyes narrow, hand picking up his red cup to finish off the drink inside. The alcohol doesn’t burn like it once did prior. A part of him wishes that it did because at least he could get his mind off of you.
“Surely this cannot be good, yet the rest of the friend group cannot sense the tension between their other two friends, tension that could only be bottled up so much until the glass shatters.”
“I thought we said things weren’t going to be awkward.”
Felix is sprawled on the ground instead of the couch in which he once was on. He appeared dead if Taehyung didn’t know that his friend was always unmoving when asleep - especially drunk. Kay was the first to pass out after the gruesome game of Uno where she exclaimed she was being “personally targeted”.
Typically, for occasions like this, Yuri - who had since gone to her own room to sleep - fixed the guest bedroom up for whoever. Kay and you had stated that you would share while Tae and Felix took the couches, but it appeared only you would be occupying the bedroom.
“You’ve been making it awkward.” you murmur. “Get out, I’m trying to sleep.” you tell him. It’s a lie. You drank just as much as the others, yet your mind is screaming at you, completely refusing to allow you any ounce of slumber. That, and the lamp on the nightstand is still on.
Taheyung doesn’t leave. He closes the door behind him, leaning against it as he watches you with a tilted head. His chest rises and falls as he breaths, his own mind screaming at him just as much as yours was.
“You-”
“You barely spoke to Yuri.” you interrupted. “What if she caught-”
“There’s nothing to catch.” Taehyung interjects. “If you would just be natural, there wouldn’t be a reason for her to suspect anything.”
You take a deep breath. You knew he was right. It’s your own paranoia. Taehyung wasn’t acting any differently - it was you. Your guilt eating away at you at just the thought of Yuri suspecting you’ve done anything with her ex.
“I’ve enjoyed fucking you.”
And there it goes, you think. Just when you told yourself things could go back to normal, Taehyung had to ruin things with his words.
“I try to get the images out of my head, but I can’t. You looked so-”
“Get out, Tae.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut, attempting to get your own flashing images out of your head of Taehyung. His between your legs, tongue buried deep against your throbbing clit. Your skin grows hot, your thighs clenching together - it didn’t help that Taehyung was only a few feet away.
“How would she know if we did anything?”
Taehyung’s voice is closer now. Your eyes snap open to find him hovering above you, right next to your side of the bed. You hadn’t heard him stroll over to you, but that’s because just outside the door, though low, the music is still playing.
“It’s not about her knowing.”
You don’t want to look Taehyung’s way, fully aware that if you did, you’d probably find yourself in the same position as before.
“It’s not just about her knowing.” you correct yourself. “It’s the principle, Tae. You were her boyfriend. She’s my friend. We’re all friends.”
Taehying is silent, so silent that you do finally look his way to find that he’s in the same position as before. He hasn’t moved an inch, and instead is staring right down at you.
Ever since hooking up with Taehyung, you wondered if those feelings were there. The level of attraction you felt towards him. Did you always find him this attractive? Did his voice always send shivers down your spine when he spoke? Has his eyes always been so intense when they looked your way?
“So that’s it?” Taehyung questions, his tone barely coming up further than a murmur. “You want to pretend you don’t feel the same, Y/N?”
You aren’t given the chance to respond before Taehyung gets into the bed, pushing you towards the middle to make room for himself. Your hands lay onto his chest as he makes himself closer to you, your eyes narrowing.
It was bad enough that your eyes wandered to Taehyung at any given moment. A few months back when Taehyung had started going to the gym religiously, you complimented his newer more muscular physique. Now, however, you hated that your eyes appeared to trace each and every curve on his biceps and shoulders.
“What if Yuri comes looking for us?”
Taehyung leans closer, his nose touching yours. Thin lips curve into a low smirk. You can smell the alcohol that lingers on him, but you’re also sure that you smell the same. He’s warm, his body heat radiating off of you almost instantly.
“They’re all asleep.” Taehyung responds. His hand reaches out for you, laying on your waist. His fingertips tap against it teasingly. “We don’t have to do anything. We can just cuddle.” he suggests
You aren’t a fool. You don't trust Taehyung just as much as you don’t trust yourself, especially when alcohol is involved. That’s what fucked you up the last time - literally. But you don’t push him away like you should. Instead, you allow Taehyung to push himself closer to you, his hand dipping underneath your thigh to hike your leg around his waist. His eyes glanced into yours as if to ask if it was okay.
“Just because we have to keep what we did from the others,” Taehyung begins after a moment, his hand sliding past your ass and settles on to the back of your back. You feel the familiar shudder return, goosebumps erupting onto your arm - he knew what he was doing. “doesn’t mean we have to lie to one another.”
“What do you mean?” you whisper.
Taehyung doesn’t respond, not instantly. Instead, his head dips towards your neck, his lips settling on the warm flesh.
“Tae…” your voice is weak.
“I never asked you why you chose to ignore the note.”
Your eyebrows knit together. His lips peppers soft kisses onto your skin. “W-What note?”
“The one I left on your bed.” Taehyung continues, answering against your skin. He inches himself even closer to you, as if molding his skin into yours. You feel him now, his cock settling right between your legs. He wasn’t being subtle anymore. “In college. It’s been years and yet…”
Taehyung’s hips jolt forward, soliciting a low moan from you. His hand roams down to the curve of your ass, gripping it in his palm.
“...you never brought it up.” Taehyung continues. “I thought it was because you didn’t want to make things awkward by acknowledging it. So I left it alone.”
It was your turn to be silent. Your mind racks through years of memories from college. You couldn’t think of a single instant when you got a note from Taehyung - especially one that was left in your dorm room. Whatever Taehyung had to say, it was either through text, call or face to face.
“What are you talking about, Tae?” you grip at his shirt a bit. “You never left me a note. What does that have to do with now?”
Leaning back, Taehyung looks into your eyes. The stare is intense. You know he’s reading you. He does this to see if there was any hint of deception in them. You stare back with nothing but confusion.
Taehyung blinks.
“I told you that I loved you.”
You blink back.
“I…confessed that I loved you.” Taehyung murmurs. “More than a friend.”
Your heart jolts. You swallow, unsure if you’re ready to have this conversation now out of all times. You’re tipsy, aroused and full of guilt. You didn’t need any more revelations added on to this situation.
“I left it on your bed.” Taehyung continues. “You gave me a spare key because-”
“I would always misplace mine, I know.” you nod, blinking a few times. “Tae…I never got a note.”
Taehyung isn’t sure how to handle this situation. It’s a thought that always weighed heavy on his mind, even years after college. He recalls how nervous he was to leave the note - one he had handwritten himself - on your bed. There’s no way that you couldn’t have noticed it, either, as he laid it on your pillow.
Taehyung had waited patiently for you to do anything. To call him, leave a text. Time went on and you hadn’t mentioned it. When weeks turned to months, he understood that it was you letting him down easily. You hadn’t shared the same feelings as him. As much as he wanted to talk to you about it, he hadn’t. It was obvious that you wanted to remain friends.
But now here you lay, confusion in your eyes. You tell him you’ve never received the note he left, detailing everything he had felt about you. The way he loved you more than a friend should, confessing everything he’s never told to anyone else to you - and you’ve never even read it.
Taehyung feels his stomach churn and he untangles himself from you. He sits onto the bed, his legs swinging and his feet landing on the ground.
“Are you okay?” you ask him, concerned with his sudden change of demeanor.
Taehyung wasn’t okay. He was willing to continue being your friend because he loved you. He understood your silent rejection and moved on with his life. He accepted that he couldn’t blindly chase after you, so he stepped away.
It was Yuri who had come to him, cheeks flushed with shy eyes. She admitted to liking him, he recalls, and Taehyung had decided to give it a chance. You even encouraged it, telling him how cute you thought Yuri and he was.
Taehyung’s mouth begins to water. He truly feels sick in the stomach, his head pounding. His right leg begins to shake, mind racing. It made sense now, he thinks, why you hadn’t seen his note. Yuri was your roommate and obviously, she was the one who got to the room first. She must’ve seen the note he left and took it.
Taehyung begins to ponder what life would have been like if you saw the note. Would you and he be a couple?
“Are you feeling sick, Tae?” you ask him, placing a hand on his bicep. “Do you need to throw up?”
Yes, Taehyung thinks he does. “I’m fine,” he responds. “Just…I thought…you knew,” he murmurs. “I thought you knew this entire time.”
Your mind doesn’t go down the route Taehyung’s does. You don’t suspect Yuri taking the note and discarding it. However, your heart does ache for your friend. For years he had thought you selfishly ignored his confession just to find out it was one you never saw.
“I’m going to go get some fresh air.” Taehyung says finally.
“Do you want me-”
“Alone.” Taehyung shakes his head. “I need to sober up.”
Your hand slowly slides from his biceps. You’re unsure how to respond, so you don’t. Taehyung glances your way, his eyes looking right through you. Things were going to get even more complicated, you think.
“What is Taehyung thinking about the new found information? What about Y/N? Does he truly believe Yuri did it, or is there an explanation no one knows about? One thing's for sure, there's still a lingering threat not too far behind…”
You don’t remember falling asleep. What you do recall is laying back down on the bed and pondering Taehyung’s words. His confession about the note he had left you in college, your mind racing just as much as your heart was. You thought about how Taehyung and Yuri got together, how happy she was and how happy you thought he might’ve been. That explains the constant break ups and make ups.
When your eyes snap open, the room is pitch black You were jolted out of your slumber by a sharp pain from your side, one that you can only describe as a blow with a heavy object. You’re entirely confused - until you feel it again. This time, in a different location, but not far away from the first. This time, your mind registers the feeling and what’s happening.
You fall off of the bed, your shoulder hitting the ground first. You yelp at the pain that shoots throughout your entire body, your hands clamping down at the sides. You feel it, the hot substance pooling into your trembling hands. You’re groaning louder, your chest rising and falling.
There’s light that you witness with blurry eyes. The door had been cracked, light glistening just outside of it. Just outside of it, the music still plays, but your ears capture a loud bang that echoes from down the hall. There’s a crash, a sound of scattering noises following behind it.
You’re unsure how you managed to get to the door with the unexplained danger lingering in the room with you, but you manage. You swing the door open and fall out of the bedroom, hitting the nearest wall. Your shoulder still stings and your sides are screaming with pain. Only then do your eyes register what’s happening.
A scream lingers in your throat when your eyes catch sight of the trail of blood that leads to the living room. You were leaving your own trail when you made your way down the hall, your feet dragging against the polished floors. You blink away the gloss in your eyes, a sob capturing your throat at the blood mess.
Felix lays on his stomach, crimson blood pooling out of several stab wounds. He appears lifeless, his arm dangling off of the side of the couch.
Kay is on her back, her eyes wide open and lifeless, her head pushed back with a long gash sliced directly across her throat.
You lift a bloody hand from your own wound to place it onto your mouth. Your nose captures the coppery scent of it, but you’re fully surrounded by it.
You don’t see Yuri, however, in the center of the room lies Taehyung. You make your way towards him, dropping to your knees. Shards of glass pierce your skin, but you ignore them.
There’s a soft groan that comes from Taehyung’s lips, a trail of blood trickling down the corner of his lips. He’s breathing, but it’s hitched and strained.
Taehyung is bleeding, as well, a large gash on his shoulder that’s leaking rapidly. His eyes snap open when he feels you put pressure onto the wound, yelping and then coughing blood.
“T-Tae,” you stutter, unsure what to do. Your hands are trembling, hot tears now trailing down your cheeks. “w-we n-need to go.”
You’re sniffling, head dancing around in an attempt to find who was doing this. You were stabbed twice in the room. Whoever was doing this - possibly the same person who attacked that woman and her boyfriend - was obviously still in the house.
“Get up.” you murmur, letting go of his shoulder and grabbing his hands into yours. “We have to go.” you say, shocked at how well you were speaking. Maybe it was the shock, adrenaline flowing through your veins.
Taehyung is more injured than you realized. He appeared to have put up more of a fight than you’d realized. There’s small marks on his face, a cut on his cheek that’s still bleeding, but otherwise not as serious as the several stabs around his body.
You and Taehyung make it out the front door, the cool night air crashing against your hot bodies.
The next hour is a blur, you think. Flashing red and blue lights surround the area, as does a sea of townspeople coming to suspect what has happened yet again in the small town of Magnolia. Your wounds are attended to by an EMT, while a few feet away Taehyung is doing the same. Witnessing the dead bodies of your friends being wheeled out on stretcher is one you’ll never forget, but your mind right now has gone numb.
“Before you can be transported to a hospital,” one officer begins, speaking to Taehyung. His eyes glances away from you to the officer. “can you tell us what you remember?”
Taehyung is unsure if he’s ever been more pissed in his life than what he is right now as he stalks down the hallway. Kay and Felix are still asleep, sprawled out after their night of drinking. He’s positive that he was far more sober than he was 10 minutes ago.
“Tae?”
The voice belongs to Yuri, the last person he wants to hear from right now. He had every intention of going outside and getting his mind off of the new found information.
“You barely talked to me the entire night.”
Taehyung turns around to find Yuri coming out of her bedroom. She lingers in the doorway, eyes watching him.
“I went outside to get some air.” Taehyung says coolly. “We’ve been drinking and nearly everyone has already passed out.”
“Were you the only one up?” the officer asks.
Yuri yelps when Taehyung slams her into the wall, large hands engulfing her cheek. Yuri can smell the alcohol in his breath.
“She was never going to love you!” Yuri spats at Taehyung, her hands fighting him off. “I did you a favor by dating you and getting your head out of her ass!”
“You shut the fuck up!” Taehyung hisses back. “You think dealing with you all these years is what I wanted?”
It was Yuri that started with him first. Sure, he could have ignored her instead of confronting her about the note. Taehyung thought she would deny it. He thought she would have nothing to do with it at all.
Until Yuri confessed about witnessing the note on your pillow all those years ago. She read it and was infuriated how Kim Taehyung could love you out of all people. How he could say such sweet things to someone that would never return his feelings.
Taehyung nods his head. “I…I passed out outside.” he murmurs, cheeks staining red. “I didn’t realize how drunk I was…”
“When were you attacked?” the officer is writing down notes in a small notepad, his eyes dancing from the paper to Taehyung.
Taehyung hands are around Yuri’s neck, his body on top of her. His weight is entirely on her body, keeping her right where he wants her. There’s anger in every squeeze of her neck, his eyes blurred with rage.
Yuri fights as much as she could, but she’s no match for a man full of rage with no one else to take it out on. Her arms are wailing around, soft hands hitting Taehyung that doesn’t faze him in the slightest.
Yuri is terrified, rightfully so. Her heart is jumping out her chest and she tries to scream, but she cannot. She’s gasping for air that Taehyung refuses to give her, applying more and more pressure onto her neck. Pain shoots throughout her body, her eyesight becoming blurry. She remains struggling, though her movement is slowed.
Taehyung feels so far away in Yuri’s eyesight, as if he’s at another end of a long, dark tunnel. One she could never fathom getting across.
“I went back inside after waking up.” Taehyung explains. “The door was wide open. I thought I closed it.”
Taehyung swallows, glancing around at the sea of officers and people. “I…I went inside and back into the livingroom.”
“Where Felix and…Kay were located?”
Taehyung nods.
Rage is blinding. It took Taehyung exactly five minutes to realize what he’s done. Yuri’s body lies lifeless on the ground, her eyes wide and inert as her body. Taehyung grows nauseous but he refrains from hurling everything onto the ground.
Had Taehyung wanted to hurt Yuri? Had he truly wanted to kill her? He was upset - furious - at her words. How she claimed you would never love him. How she went on and on about it, refusing to leave it alone even when he attempted to leave. She had laughed at him, called him a fool for loving you all these years with nothing in return.
Felix and Kay weren’t in the wrong. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Taehyung told himself that they barely felt anything when he pierced the knife into them until their own body was as lifeless as Yuri’s was. Maybe if he believed that, it would be easier for him to get through the rest of his life.
“That’s where you were attacked?” the officer asks.
Taehyung nods. “In that moment, I felt like I sobered up instantly. I was stabbed on my shoulder first.”
Taehyung had never inflicted any harm on himself before. It took him ten minutes to bring up the courage to do so, and when he had, he hadn’t stopped - not until he appeared as if he had gone through a struggle.
The hardest part was going into the spare bedroom where you were, asleep peacefully on the bed as if nothing had happened just outside the door. You had fallen asleep waiting for him to return.
Hurting you was something Taehyung didn’t want to do, but it would be suspicious if everyone else was harmed but you. Stabbing you twice was all he could muster before darting out the room once your body hit the floor. In his adrenaline fueled daze, Taehyung had plunged the knife into the wound on his shoulder once more to deepen it, growling at the pain. You were injured, but not dead. Eventually you’ll come out and find this mess and he needs to be ready.
“Can I speak to my friend?” Taehyung asks suddenly, the stinging in his arm an after thought. There's a breeze in the air that pasts through his hair. He wants to talk to you now and assure that you are alright.
“You’ll have to be taken to the hospital.” an EMT states. “You’re lucky to be alive.”
Taehyung takes a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment. “I know.” he responds, murmuring.
“We’ll be in touch if we have any more questions.” the officer states. A walks off, arms waving away the chattering people that surround the home.
“Did you get a look at the attacker?” the EMT asks. It’s a question usually someone in her profession doesn’t ask. It causes Taehyung to open his eyes to meet hers. “There was a woman we treated the following night who survived just like you two had.”
Taehyung shakes his head. “No, I haven’t really.” is all he says. The less he said, the better. He didn’t want to get his story mixed up and have people questioning more. “We were all intoxicated, too.”
“That’s too bad.” she murmurs, a vacant look in her eyes. “I’ve never seen anything like this in Magnolia before.”
Taehyung remains silent, his eyes trailing to you. He doesn’t listen to the EMT that tells him to sit back down and he ignores the ache in his body when he trails to where you're now on a stretcher. “Y/N,” he calls, gathering your attention.
Your eyes are so sad, Taehyung notes, full of sorrow that hurts his heart for putting you through. But, there’s a bit of relief in them when you see Taehyung, though bloody and wounded, otherwise fine. Taehyung grasps your hand in his larger ones and squeezes it. “How are you feeling?”
“You’re the one that’s been attacked the most.” you reply, voice hoarse. “I should be asking you that. How are you?”
“I’ve survived.” Taehyung snorts. He squeezes your hand once more, his eyes glancing around. Flashing lights, murmuring people. This was going to make headlines, he thinks. Another attack hours after the first one in a small town like Magnolia. “You have, too.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. You didn’t want to cry now, but it was inevitable.
“I’m sorry.” Taehyung murmurs, bringing your hand to his lips. Your blood is dried on it, but he doesn’t care. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Taehyung ponders what would have happened if things didn’t go the way they had. The elephant in the room was that there was an actual killer out there somewhere, either still in Magnolia or far gone. Would he have gone as far as he did tonight if the news of a murder last night had not happened?
“It’s not your fault.” you tell him, blinking away the tears.
Taehyung admires your beauty, even with disheveled hair, bloodied and wounded. He tells himself that it wasn’t his fault that he lived a life he wasn’t intended to. His destiny was set and ruined by Yuri. Now, however, he could be with you like he truly intended all along. Just you and him, Taehyung thinks, forever.
While we’re waiting, could we get more head canons? 🥺
fuck it why not :3 lowkey thinking of this post & had to do something immediately
thinking about the time you agreed to move into a new apartment. one apartment. three bedrooms. three people. two men. one woman. what could possibly happen under one roof…?
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warning: smut, free use relationship, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, and they were roommates, orgasm denial, edging, degradation, nipple sucking, more porn than plot, shower sex, face-slapping,
You recall staying in your room the majority of the time when you moved in with Jungkook and Taehyung - two childhood friends who were looking for someone to rent out their third bedroom in their apartment.
Jimin, how you even met these two, was moving out and in with his girlfriend. He was the one who suggested you move into his room once he found out you were looking for a new (and cheaper) place to stay. “Kook and Tae aren’t going to deny you. They don’t want to pay my half.” he stated, insisting that even though you were a woman, it wouldn’t stop them from being who they normally were.
So, you moved in. You, however, didn’t want them to feel as though they had to change their regular routine and everyday way of living. You took your food to your room and ate alone. When there was company over, you didn’t mind only coming out if it was to use the bathroom or grab a quick snack. After work, you mostly stayed in your room, passing by Taehyung and Jungkook on the couch.
“You don’t have to be such a stranger.” Taehyung had told you one day, months into living together. He had managed to catch you right after a shower, your hair wet and smelling like cherry blossoms. “Are you this closed off with Jimin?”
Over time, you three became close friends. You joined them on grocery shopping trips. You enjoyed movie nights where Jungkook almost always chose the movie - half the time a marvel movie that had you and Taehyung groaning. You’d cook together. With you washing the dishes as Jungkook cooked and Taehyung set the table - because that’s all he ever wanted to do.
Naturally, with three single people - two men and one woman - there would be sexual tension. It’s subtle at times, with Jungkook grazing past you a little too close. He’d grab something that was too high in the cabinet, his back against yours, but not standing too close to make you too uncomfortable.
Taehyung is always a touchy person, but his touches would linger for a second longer. He would glide his fingers against your soft skin before removing them, possibly testing the waters.
There's no doubt that both men are attractive. They work out often. You couldn’t help but notice the way their shirts would cling to them with sweat as they come back from the gym. Jungkook would peel his shirt off without a care, full sleeve and chest tattoo on display. You swore he was doing it on purpose - as was Taehyung. He would wear his sweatpants so low at times, but he was at home and of course, was comfortable.
Jungkook was the first person to initiate anything. He had come home from work later than usual and you noticed the way he kicked off his shoes that today was anything but stressful. He had watched you turn around from your lying position on the couch, tank top strap hanging from one shoulder and shorts clinging to you. He peered down at you with a tilted head, his eyes so intense that it brought you to a seated position.
You couldn’t recall how it happened exactly. What you do know is that Jungkook is on the couch with you, calloused, yet soft, hands kneading your breast. He’s breathing just as heavy as you are, his thumb twirling against perky nipples.
Jungkook’s mouth salivates to pluck a nipple into his mouth and suckle onto it until they’re swollen. His eyes meet yours, clouded with such lust and need - “Is this okay?” he asked you, coming closer.
You nodded your head, face hot. It happens fast entirely, Jungkook’s mouth wrapped around your nipple and suckling onto it greedily. His body cages you between him and the couch, one hand kneading your free breast while his tongue twirls around your nipple.
It didn’t stop there. Every tension that lingered between you and Jungkook had come out right there on the couch - the same one you, he and Taehyung frequented. You’re naked before you know it with Jungkook pressing wet open mouth kisses down your body, forcing your thighs apart. “I knew you’d have a pretty pussy.” he grunted, pressing a kiss against your already throbbing clit.
Jungkook devoured your pussy hungerily, indeed showing you just how much he wanted you for all this time. He doesn’t come up for air and his hands are clenching onto your thighs so tightly. His head bobbed back and forth, tongue flickering between your folds to suckling onto your clit. You were squealing loudly, thankful that Taehyung hadn’t come home yet. Your legs quivered in his embrace, your chest rising and falling erratically.
Jungkook’s fingers are as good as his tongue. They plunge inside your wet pussy and immediately pump. He marvels at how beautiful the sight is. You’re clenching around him messily, arousal pooling out of you and into his palm. How he couldn’t wait to feel you wrapped around his cock.
“Feels so good!” you gasped, your eyes watching the way Jungkook’s fingers plunge in and out of you.
“Your pussy’s so tight, baby.” Jungkook is knuckle deep in your pussy. Your pussy was pulling him in, begging him to be closer and closer. His fingers curl, hitting that spot that causes your toes to curl and your back to arch. You would think you and Jungkook had done this before by how comfortable he was fucking his fingers inside of you.
“W-What-” Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you, dark eyes dancing with mischief. “You’ve been toying with me for months, baby. Dressing so slutty.” Jungkook murmurs, fingers placing themselves onto your throbbing clit, rubbing teasingly. “It’s like you wanted me to do this for so long.”
Biting your lip, your eyes rolled for a moment. “You were doing the same thing.” you shot back, a moan rushing through your lips. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something.” Jungkook growled, slapping your clit. You yelp, pussy clenching around nothing. “Instead you walked around here with shorts that could be confused with panties. No bra…”
It’s a blur again. Your mouth is full of Jungkook’s cock, a hand wrapped around the base as you suckle onto the tip before bringing more and more of him in your mouth. Saliva pools from the corner of your lips as you take him, your head bobbing up and down.
Jungkook is slumped against the couch as he has a fistfull of your hair. His eyes watch you steadily, the sight so lewd yet breathtaking. His toes curl when you suck rougher, your eyes - glossy and intense - turn to look right at him. “Y-You’re good at this.” Jungkook moans.
You knew you were - you were never told otherwise. It’s been a few months since you’ve hooked up last, but you were certain that this skill would never die.
Jungkook continues to watch you, your mouth covering the entirety of his cock with such ease that he thinks he might be in love. You don’t stop, however, not until Jungkook’s sent completely over the edge. His head is drawn back against the couch, his thighs trembling with overstimulation - until you do.
Your warm mouth is replaced by something even warmer. You don’t bother to ask if it was alright - you knew it was. Your thighs are either side of Jungkook’s waist, his cock sliding into your pussy easily - and raw.
Jungkook would like to say this had to be the best ride of his life. You rise and fall on his cock, bouncing energetically on it. Your pussy is wet and tight, clenching and unclenching to further torture him. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, breasts bouncing in his face that he thinks he’s in heaven.
You and Jungkook fuck as if this wasn’t the first time. He has you bent over the same couch, your face shoved into the cushion, both hands clasp firmly on your waist as his cock drills into you with such vigorous need. Your pussy squelches louder and louder with each thrust.
So far, Jungkook’s favorite position is you on your back. He gets to see it all. Your wet, creaming pussy. Your bouncing breast with hardened, suckable nipples teasing him. Your face, drawn in pleasure, with those lustful eyes staring up at him, begging him for more and more and more.
Taehyung notices the change in the home instantly. That night, it’s hard to ignore the glances between you and Jungkook. The smiling, soft giggles over dinner time. The way that there appeared to be something he wasn’t a part of. Taehyung knows immediately what it was - and he’s pissed.
It’s Jungkook’s turn to wash the dishes tonight. Instead of shoving them in a dishwasher like Taehyung or you do, he washes them by hand. He always said they were cleaner that way - you or Taehyung never saw a difference, but you admired his efforts.
Taehyung doesn’t bother knocking on the bathroom door. The bathroom is warm as he enters, the mirror fogged up entirely with how hot the water was, steam covering the entirety of the small room. He manages to close the door behind him without you noticing.
Taehyung watches your body through the wet glass. You’re underneath the water, subs of soapy water trailing down your naked body. His eyes go through every inch and curve of your body before you notice him - you nearly faint.
“You fucked him.” is all Taehyung says. You don’t respond at first, too stunned to find your other friend and roommate in the bathroom with you. His eyebrows, so thick and full, are knitted together in frustration. His dark eyes are hard, staring right at you.
“I’m…sorry?” is what you respond with, unsure of what else to say to Taehyung. Was he truly upset that you fucked Jungkook? Or was he just upset that you didn’t fuck him too? You weren’t truly sure - but what else did you have left to lose? “I want you to fuck me, too.”
Droplets of water flicker into your eyes, slamming off both the wall and Taehyung’s naked body. You’re on your knees, the tile hard against them but you don’t care one bit. Your mouth is full of Taehyung’s cock, a hand wrapping around the base as you take him.
You’re such a whore - you know this. Having two cocks in the same night was record breaking, but you don’t care. Anyone would be willing to hop on Taehyung and Jungkook, you were just the one that had the chance to.
Taehyung has to lean against the cold wall to stop himself from falling. Your mouth sucks him in so deep, your hand only pumping to further send him over the edge. His mind swirls with too many thoughts at once that he feels like he’s about to explode.
It doesn’t help that your eyes are watching him, ignoring the water flying into them. His face mirrors Jungkook’s, you think, the fluttering eyes, gasping mouth. You were far too good at this for your own good.
Taehyung doesn’t want to cum - not in your mouth. Not now at least. You aren’t upset when he pushes you away and forces you against the glass door. You willingly spread your legs for him, your throbbing cunt already wishing for him to be deep inside of you.
“It’s ashamed I had to come to you.” Taehyung grunts, entering you so easily. You’re wet, pussy squeezing him lovingly. Your hands slide against the glass, your chest pressed firmly against it, as well. “Otherwise, you’d never let me fuck you.”
Taehyung’s thrusts are punishing and full of irritation. Irritation that you allowed Jungkook to fuck you first, even when they’ve both been silently pining after you. Maybe it was jealousy knowing that his friend got to feel the way your pussy clenches when you fuck it just right.
You, on the receiving end of Taehyung’s frustration, are more than accepting of the furious pounding. He doesn’t care about being silent - neither do you. You grunt and moan loudly, his skin slapping against yours. The shower water slams against the floor, adding to the noise that Jungkook would surely be hearing down the hall.
You do whatever you had to do to taunt Taehyung, his natural competitiveness coming out to display. “Is that all you got?”, “Jungkook was fucking me deeper.” “You’re not what I expected” was what drove him over the wall.
Taehyung yanks your hair, forcing you to turn around to face him. A hand, large and beautiful as you always thought they were, slaps against your wet cheek. You’re dazed for a moment - Taehyung was always the loving type.
This Taehyung was the one that hides behind his soft, kind persona. The one that you forced out of him. The one that slams you against the glass once more and hikes your leg up to continue to fuck you.
This time, Taehyung doesn’t show you mercy. He shows you just how pissed he is that Jungkook got to you first. One hand lays around your neck while the other holds onto your thigh, keeping you right in place. If his pounding before was punishing, than this was brutal.
“You’re a lying little bitch,” Taehyung laughs, witnessing the creamy ring around his cock and the wet trail of arousal coating your thighs. “You just wanted me to fuck you harder.”
“It-” you began, holding onto his shoulder for support. His cock is so deep, slamming against that sweet spot that's gone through so much in just a short amount of hours. “-worked.”
You’re cumming before you know it, hot waves of pleasure pooling out of you. You’re creaming all over him, your tight cunt only becoming even wetter than before. Taehyung isn’t done with you yet - no. He has to have more of you. He hikes you up against the wall fully, your body in his full control. He drills his cock - deeper and deeper, angrily taking you as his.
Taehyung is pissed - absolutely livid. He was never going to live down that Jungkook got to feel this sweet pussy before him. How he got the chance to feel you cum around him, squeeze in his cock in such a heavenly embrace.
Taehyung is so livid that he cums right in you, so deep and so much. He trembles, forehead slamming against your neck and letting out such whiny groans that you find endearing.
Jungkook, on the other side of the glass, doesn’t. His eyes are hard and fiery as Taehyung’s was. Neither of you notice at first, not until he slams his knuckles against said glass. “No fair!” he grumbles. “I didn’t get to cum in her!”
You bite your lip, adrenaline flowing through you. You’re sure you ignited a competition between both friends - one that you were going to be the receiving end of.
pls mother, a crumb of something. maybe a ‘fuck it’, ill take whatever 🙏🏼🧎🏼♀️➡️
fuck it, a look into my kinktober series & i present to you “plaything”, starting with kim taehyung - but eventually other members as well :3 basically porn with little plot
We’ve been busy, as you know. Touring, meetings. There’s a high you get when you’re on stage” he explains, though you know fully. “And when you’re off the stage, the high dies down. You get tired. All of it hits you all at once.” Gently, Taehyung taps his boot against the floor. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” you respond almost immediately.
“You’re full of shit.” Taehyung retorts. “You’ve been with hyung lately.”
Your lips stretch into a wider grin at the tone in his voice. “Joonie needs me just as much as you do, sir.” you say.
-
Inch by inch, you take Taehyung deeper inside your mouth until you feel him at the back of your throat. You relax your throat immediately; you’ve done this for him plenty of times before. For all of them. Still, it doesn’t stop your eyes from watering, but it’s just another thing that Taehyung himself enjoyed.
“Thaaat’s it,” Taehyung groans so low that it sounds like a growl. He places a hand on top of your head and pats it as if you’re an obedient pet. In a way, you are. “take it all.”
Taehyung’s hand slams in the back of your head and snatches a fist full of your hair. He takes advantage of your shock by gliding himself deeper into your mouth. You always take him so well - no struggling or hesitance. Even now, you allow him to thrust deeper into your mouth, his tip hitting your throat so effortlessly.
You gag, inhaling deeply through your nose. You knew you looked a mess, saliva pooling down the corners of your lips until it drips down your chin. But to Taehyung, you were so beautiful - so obedient. He doesn’t allow himself to stop. He fucks your mouth with such earnest, the grip he has on your hair only tightening possessively. With each thrust, he can feel the tension in him fade. The stress of being on stage, something he adored, but the weight of being perfect and not messing up weighs heavily. The countless meetings he’s forced to attend, the lack of sleep he gets while traveling - he takes it out all on you.
a collection of short stories - please be mindful that this is a yandere based account and some of the fics (maybe not all) posted on here would have smut, yandere/dark themes, dub-con/non-con scenes/moments, etc. each fic will have their own warnings - please do not skip!
some fics will be posted on explicit-tae
2025
beast of busan: (jungkook) you’re the only reporter who wasn’t scared of documenting the valentine’s day crimes of jeon jungkook - notorious serial killer known as the beast of busan. yandere (02.01)
survival: (jin) you apply to a dating show in hopes of winning the heart of a millionaire. what you didn’t know was that you would be competing to death for the heart of one man while those on the dark web watched. yandere (02.04)
hard: (taehyung) it’s valentine’s day and even though your (arranged) husband has spent thousands on gifts, all you can think about is who he spends the other 364 nights with. (02.06)
family matters: (yoongi) the only way yoongi, your brother-in-law, would agree to be your sperm donor is if he could be the one to fuck said sperm into you. (02.10)
ungodly hour: (jimin): It's your turn to make jimin your "bitch" during taehyung's 'hallow-tine's day' party. (02.14)
2024
payment plan (jin) - your husband and you find yourself bankrupt and dead broke thanks to his gambling problem. his younger brother - successful businessman kim seokjin - offers a helping hand free of charge. unbeknownst to his brother, you would be the one paying seokjin for his charity. yandere | completed (02.01)
dilemma (yoongi) - being single and broke on valentine's day is not what you expected- especially when your dealer is waiting for his payment. completed (02.03)
love you [just a little too much] (hoseok) - you're brought down memory lane. yandere | completed (02.05)
with love, k.nj (namjoon) - your valentine's date with namjoon was a success - too bad you don't know who he truly is. yandere | completed (02.07)
bad decisions (jimin) - you're getting married on valentine's day - but somehow, you allow a stripper to fuck you in front of your bride's maids and maid of honor. completed (02.09)
v-day special (taehyung) - you ask your ex - who you're still close with - if he's willing to come on your cam-show for a valentine's day special. completed (02.12)
nefarious (jungkook) -a look back into your and jungkook's fatal attraction - before the marriage, kids and the detachment. yandere | completed (02.14)
little doe (hoseok) - an alternate world in which predator shifters are the top of the shifter hierarchy. it's valentine's day and you, a prey shifter, decide to help a predator through their heat. completed (02.15)
You won't understand how I draaaaaaged reading the wdygh drabble. Like i read two paragraphs, went to Twitter, read another two paragraphs, went to tiktok and so on.
I DIDNT WANT IT TO EEEENNNNNDDDDDD
omg bestie 😭
i promise that theres more coming 🤭🫶🏽
this is the 4th part tho and idk i kinda want it to be the final… 👁️
it’s national chicken wing day & you should’ve known better than to test jungkook’s competitiveness.
word count: 1.662
warning: i was bored lmao, like a little drabble to show jungkook, mc & the fam, oral sex (m), dirty talk, quickie, semi-public sex, unprotected sex,
The longer you’ve been around rich people - which is truly only Jungkook - the more you realize how ridiculous they were, especially when it came to saving money.
You sit with your arms crossed, highly amused, at not only Jungkook, but Jinah and Ji-tae. Surrounding you all is a group of people, all cheering and clapping - some even laughing. In the center of the table is a flashing red beacon, the glow illuminating off of each of their matching faces.
Jungkook groans, a disgusted look on his face - which only meant he enjoyed what he was eating. His lips are covered in sauce, as were the tips of his fingers.
You could only blame yourself, you think. You were the one who, while walking through the mall, saw the sign. National Chicken Wing Day, it read, and right beneath it a challenge. Whoever ate 10 wings coated in Carolina Reaper sauce got their picture taken and hung up on the wall of fame - along with free wings. If they didn’t finish the challenge in under 5 minutes, they were deemed losers - and had to pay for their meal.
You were the one that bet that Jungkook couldn’t do it. You were joking, of course. You weren’t sure if he could or not, but you should’ve known he would take the challenge.
What you also should have known was that your son was right behind him. Ji-tae’s competitiveness didn’t come from you at all. When there was a challenge, he was right there. And naturally, so was Jinah, much to your dismay.
“We don’t allow children to participate. You have to be at least 10 years old.” the manager said with his own amused look.
Naturally, Jinah cried her eyes out until the manager caved and gave her a different sauce to try. Nothing too hot, of course, just spicy enough for her to feel included. Now, the three of them are chowing down on the chicken like maniacs, their eyes bouncing from their wings to the timer counting down.
“You’re sweating.” Ji-tae cackles towards Jungkook, his own mouth throbbing - but he couldn’t stop now. He had 3 wings left.
“I’m not new to this.” Jungkook scoffs, plopping a flat into his mouth and devouring it in seconds. His eyes were watering, especially when the sauce fell down his throat, but it was a burn that he’ll gladly take to be victorious.
Jinah is first to finish. The manager humors her, taking her picture with the polaroid camera and even promising to add her to the wall under “Junior league”.
“This is ridiculous.” you say, but even you cannot help the giggle that passes through your lips just as Ji-tae and Jungkook finish with 5 seconds to spare.
Cheers erupt the tiny space, Jinahs being the loudest. You couldn’t help but shake your head at how dramatic it all was, but it was a memory they’d all treasure together.
Ji-tae’s and Jungkook’s pictures are taken together, both of their lips flushed just as their cheeks are. Their eyes are watery and they both were indeed sweaty - but they won. To them, that’s all that mattered.
“Aww~” you coo at your son after the picture was taken. “You just look so cute.” you say. Maybe it’s the way he stands side by side Jungkook, a few inches shorter and obviously a younger version of the older man.
Ji-tae’s smile fades and his eyes widens. “Ma,” he hisses, his tone low. He looks around. “You can say that in public. I stopped being cute when I was 10.”
“I forgot.” you scoff with an eye roll. “Losing aura points. Or whatever you kids say these days.”
“Can we get ice cream?” Jinah tugs at Jungkook’s tattooed hand. Her free hand is pointing towards the long line at the ice cream shop directly across from where they were at. A part of you feels like they’re in cahoots.
“Yeeeaaah.” Jungkook tilts his head, glancing at you. “Here,” he goes through his pockets to grab his wallet. Then, he pulls out a black card and hands it to Ji-tae. “wait in line. We’ll be back.”
“We will?” you raise a brow.
“We will.” Jungkook smirks.
You knew that smirk.
It’s the same smirk you see five days a week at work, and when you aren’t, it’s the same one that he shows you in the bedroom.
The family restroom isn’t the safest place to do this, but it locks right behind Jungkook.
“I just need five minutes.” Jungkook pleads against your neck, his greedy hands groping your clothed breast. “No, 8.”
You scoff, but you shudder at the soft feeling of Jungkook’s lips. He presses open mouth kisses against it needily. “You left your kids in line to fuck me in the family restroom.” you deadpan.
“Yes. They’re fine.” Jungkook presses his bulge against your ass. “It’s your fault. You know eating spicy shit makes me horny.”
“That’s literally not true.” you snicker, sneaking your hand behind you to cup his head. “8 minutes.”
You turn quickly just as Jungkook’s hands fall onto his waist. You drop to your knees, eyes flickering upwards at him seductively. He wastes no time in throwing his underwear down with his pants.
You don’t waste any unnecessary time, either. Your tongue wraps around the tip of his cock and you suckle harshly; just the way Jungkook liked it. Luckily his back is against the wall when his knees buckle.
“Fuck, I love when you suck it, baby.” Jungkook groans low, his fluttering eyes attempting to stay open to watch you.
Doing something like this here was exciting. It reminds you of those days when you and Jungkook snuck around as teenagers. When you’d sneak off and tease him until his face was read, murmur such dirty words into his ears as you edge him on - those days were blissful.
Now, you bring Jungkook’s cock further and further into your mouth, suckling hard until his moaning increases. Your eyes are a bit teary, but you weren’t new to this.
Jungkook runs a hand over your cheek as you slurp, the gurgling sounds echoing off of the walls. You had to admit, sucking Jungkook’s cock did make you wet. Maybe it was how handsome he looked with his eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape. Maybe it’s those sweet moans and strings of curses that come through those lips.
Maybe it was just the lewd act in general, you on your knees for the man while his cock is nearly in your throat.
“You’re so pretty right now.” Jungkook groans, immediately regretting opening his eyes to look down at your glossy once. Drool trails down the corner of your mouth. “I don’t wanna cum in your mouth. We got 4 minutes left.”
Jungkook forces his cock out of you, saliva obscenely coating both his cock, then your chin. “I wanna cum in you.”
“You always do.” you sigh deeply. “Do what you gotta do in 4 minutes.”
“It’s all I need, baby.” Jungkook snickers. He helps you up from your knees, but then pushes you against the wall. He forces your own pants down to your knees and wraps a hand around his wet cock. “So wet. You must’ve enjoyed sucking my cock.”
“Only a little.” you murmur. You lick your lips when you feel Jungkook’s tip against your clit. “Maybe you needed to be rewarded.”
“You reward me everyday.” Jungkook hisses, deciding to stop teasing himself and enter you. Your pussy, no matter how many times he’s had it, always feels amazing around. “I've wanted this since we got out of the car.”
“We can’t go anywhere without you wanting to bend me over.” you scoff, widening your thighs to feel more of him. “You gotta stop being a pervert for once.”
Jungkook chuckles. He pulls out, leaving the tip inside . Then, he pump right back in. He places one hand onto your hip, the other one slides up to your neck. “I can’t help it when your pussy feels this good.”
Jungkook fucks you with need. He’s a man on a mission, determined to get everything he could in a manner of 4 short minutes. Your ass slams against his abdomen and to not be too loud, he has to cover his hand around your mouth. He’s grunting into your neck, cock drilling that sweet spot he knows all too well.
Your eyes are rolling. You feel Jungkook deep inside of you, fucking you with such desperation that it sends you overboard each time. Your heart thumps in your chest, your toes curling in your shoes.
“I need it again later.” Jungkook grumbles, his nails digging into the flesh of your hip. “You’re being so submissive right now just tells me you wanted it just as bad as I did.”
You want to tell Jungkook to fuck off, but he was far too right at the moment. Your thighs tremble and you’re moaning into his palm, Arousal pools onto your thighs, his pumping cock pounding in and out of you so deliciously that you’re seeing stars.
It’s fast, rough and ends all too quickly. Jungkook cums in you with one final thrust, his own legs shaking. For a moment, he allows his body to collapse onto yours on the cool tiled wall. He has to catch his breath.
The walk of shame back to your unknowing children was one you’d thought you’d never experience, but Jungkook is giddy besides you. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders as the ice cream shop grows near. Luckily for the two of you, Ji-tae and Jinah are next in line.
“I can’t wait to fuck you later.” Jungkook murmurs before pecking your cheek. “Happy National Chicken Wing Day~”
“You’re so fucking corny.” you scoff with a roll of your eyes. “As if I’d let you fuck me again after that.”
You would, but you and Jungkook both knew that the both of you enjoyed the banter.
this is really not supposed to be taken seriously, nor is it part 4. but if i had to add it to the storyline, i'd say it takes place after the events of part 4 (which hasn't been shown yet lmaooo)
