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wonder emporium 1 | kth

pairing ✺ toy maker! taehyung x reader

genre/au ✺ fluff, angst, strangers to lovers, slow burn, aged up taehyung (he’s like 40)

ratings/warnings ✺ rated nc17

word count ✺ 2.6k

summary ✺ in a small quaint town sits a boutique, full of glamor and fascinating things. so enchanting that some even believed they could see the magic flowing freely through the walls and moving the toys. but one day the toy maker disappears and the store goes cold, no more joy left to spread. is there anyone who can help bring the man out of hiding? and will that person do it in time before the store’s magic is gone for good?

↳ prologue | 01

the rhythmic sound of a ticking clock echoes in the air of the otherwise silent living room, area clear of any signs of the cardboard boxes that you had spent all week unpacking. now you sit alone on the old tattered cherry red couch in your grandmothers house, staring straight ahead at the coffee table in front of you.

standing almost elegantly atop the faded wood sits a shining and poised soldier, the nutcracker you loved so dearly refurbished as if it was brand new. you had been staring at it for hours. the toy that was once so familiar was now an enigma to you and you had spent the last few days trying to figure it out. but no matter how long you spent wracking your brain over it you couldn’t come up with any reasonable explanation as to how the toy ended up on your porch.

and you probably would’ve continued to sit there and lose your mind over it if it hadn’t been for the jarring sound of your phone ringing on the cushion next to you.

“hello?” the annoyance in your voice was more than obvious, but it didn’t seem to phase the person on the other end of the line.

“y/n!! where the hell have you been?!”

you pull the phone away from your ear at the high pitched screaming that comes from the speaker. if you didn’t know who the caller was you would’ve assumed it was a woman, “jimin, nice to hear from you too.”

“spare me the formalities, y/n. how dare you go missing for a week and don’t even bother to send me a text?!” he’s still screaming with no sign of becoming any quietor. “honestly, i’m hurt that you were able to go so long without contacting me.”

the sniffle he lets out has you rolling your eyes, jimin was always one for theatrics. “i’m sorry…so much has been going on an-and i’ve been so busy it didn’t even cross my mind to reach out.”

“well hearing that doesn’t make me feel any more important.”

“jimin-”

“fine fine, i forgive you!” he concedes, “but i can’t say the same for our boss. she’s really been on my ass about why you haven’t sent her that paperwork when it’s already so close to the deadline.”

you curse when the realization that you did in fact have a deadline approaching comes rushing back to you, “shit! i completely forgot…do you think irene will give me an extension?”

its quiet on the other end before you hear jimin erupt into laughter. “irene?! giving someone an extension?!...are we talking about the same person?”

“haha very funny- look i still have some things i need to do before i come home so if you could just…talk to her into giving me some time i would really appreciate it.” you whine, desperation dripping from every word.

jimin sighs, “okay, but i just have to ask, is this about that doll you keep talking about.” your silence on the other end of the phone is enough to answer his question. “y/n, its just a toy who cares how it got there? you sound crazy obsessing over this.”

“it’s not just a toy.” the tone of your voice shows how serious you are and jimin almost feels bad. so instead of arguing he agrees to find a way to help get you an extension at work, promising he’ll do his best to help save your job.

“but y/n…please be careful. i can’t imagine working at this boring office without you.”

his words bring a smile to your face and with a quick exchange of goodbyes, you end the call. but the toy on the table still haunts you and its beady little eyes are practically boring into your soul making you think. so you sit and ponder the soldier for a couple more seconds before jumping up from the couch, grabbing the toy along with your jacket before racing out of the house and into the cold, determination glinting in your eye.

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a sound of a chiming door jingles over your head as you walk into the dreary store that is the wonder emporium. the sheer size of the of the place still shocks you and your eyes instantly pick up on all the gray colored gadgets that you had somehow missed the last time you visited. it created an atmosphere of sadness that quickly washes over you, dampening your mood. now being somewhat familiar with the layout your feet follow the path you remember, leading you straight to the circular desk you had stood at just a meer two week ago.

“i know you’re in here!” you shout, hands wrapped securely around the nutcracker you held against your chest. even though the store looks empty you know there has to be someone lingering around and the toy was proof of that.

but silence still greets and you quickly grow aggravated with the little game the person seems to be playing. no amount of yelling or calling brings them out and you’re about to admit defeat, thinking maybe everyone had been right, the obsession you have with the toy is misguided. the only thing that stops you in your tracks is the sight of a tiny bell siting further down the counter causing a smug smile to spread on your face “aha!”

if your shouting wouldn’t make them come out, surely the annoying sound of your hand rapidly hitting the call bell would. it echoes loudly in the store, sound amplified by the fact that there was nothing to dilute it besides the silence. you find the sound amusing, just imagining how irritated the person must be by the ruckus you’re causing. you refused to be the only one going crazy over something that came from this store.

“yahh! what are you being so loud for?!” an angry voice coming from your right makes you jump in surprise, hand stopping mid ring. the corner from where it came from is dark but you can make out the winding staircase that almost blends into the shadows. most importantly you see the shoes that come stomping down them. “the store is closed!”

if you weren’t so shocked by what you see you’d respond, but the man is one hell of a sight and your mouth can’t seem to form the proper words. the first thing you notice is how bright the man is. not bright in the glowing type of way but bright as in a neon blue pin striped suit and hot pink button up underneath. not to mention the banana yellow tie to finish it all off.

his physical appearance isn’t any less shocking but it’s more of a pleasant surprise, the complete opposite of his jarring outfit. a set of big and rounded shining brown eyes greet you. you notice one seems to have a double-lid while the other is monolid. how strange, you think.

“i’m not strange you are.” your hand slaps over your mouth when you realize you must’ve spoken out loud. still he regards you with what seems to be disinterest, ruffling the fluffy brown hair atop his head absentmindedly. “only a strange person would walk into a store that’s so obviously closed.

“a-are you the toy maker?” you curse at the stutter in your voice. you don’t want him to think you’re nervous, even though thats exactly what you are.

“depends, who’s asking?” he says as he steps closer and out of the outshadows. your first thought upon seeing him more closely is that he must be young. but for some reason you think that can’t be the case as there’s a certain wisdom in his face that suggests he’s older than he looks. and despite the bright clothes he sports, he looks as run down as the store with bags under his eyes and a frown.

you shove the nutcracker in your hand roughly towards him, flustered by his appearance. “he is!” when he flinches back you realize that probably wasn’t the smoothest thing to do. your arms falls back down to your side, your other hand rubbing bashfully at the back of your neck. “uh- i mean, i am, but he’s the reason why. are you the one who fixed it for me?”

the toy must peak the mans interest because he walks closer, one hand poised on his stomach and the other one reaching out curiously. the look on his face is odd, but strangely adorable, mouth not quite smiling but still upturned while he takes the tiny soldier in hand. he admires the toy closely for a second with lips in a smiley pout but upon noticing your gaze he feigns disinterest, even though the way he places it gently onto the counter says otherwise. “i didn’t fix it for you. mmm, frankly i don’t even know you.”

his words offend you and its shows on your face, brows furrowing and lips puckering in anger. “then why did you fix it?!” you must sound like a child, stomping in frustration just because a stranger made you upset.

the conversation stalls as the man seems hesitant to answer and he avoids eye contact as he walks behind the desk. “well…i believe all toys deserve a second chance.” he mumbles. fiddling aimlessly before ultimately deciding that opening the register would be a better distraction. when a puff of dust flies out you think back to your guess from before about the empty register causing you to chuckle.

his statement sits heavy in the air as you digest his words carefully. you find the man both weird and intriguing, a certain curiosity settling in about him. your eyes leave his figure in favor of flicking around the store once again, a question on the tip of your tongue, “why does your store look like this?”

he looks at you in confusion, “why whatever do you mean?”

that has your face falling, lips flattening in a straight line as you stare at him in disbelief. “everything is gray.” you point out. there’s no way he can’t see that there’s obviously something wrong with their surroundings

he shrugs nonchalantly. “hmm, i hadn’t even noticed.” he says. there’s a pause before he continues, “i mean i guess you could say i’m…broke…hypothetically”

you choke on the spit in your throat at his surprising proclamation. the hacking sound of your cough fills the air (to which he pays no mind to) and you stare at him with wide eyes, “as in no money?”

he picks up the toy from the spot he previously had placed it, staring down at it and muttering “yes…something like that.”

the man continues to gaze at the toy in thought before he breathes on it obnoxiously and wipes it on his suit jacket. but whatever he seems to be trying to get off doesn’t budge and he pulls a rainbow hanker chief seemingly out of no where, wiping at it again. offended, you snatch it from him and hold it protectively against your chest. how dare he wipe his spit on something that wasn’t even his. his obvious disregard for something so precious to you frustrates you and you go to look at him angrily. but when you look up, you see that he’s looking at you curiously, a little glint in his eyes.

it makes you shift uncomfortably in your spot, feeling shy under his gaze. “w-well have you tried doing a SWOT analysis?” when he stares at you blankly waiting for you to continue you realize he has no idea what you’re talking about. you sigh before continuing, “a SWOT analysis is a strategic exercise you go through to identify your business’ strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats. it’s helpful because you can use it to analyze your current performance. by identifying things that are going wrong you can discover areas where you can make improvements.”

that was the most confident you had sounded since you walked into the shop, facts spewing from your mouth as if it was second nature. he hums, nodding along with what you’ve said. it takes him a second to ponder your words as he rubs at his chin, staring into nowhere in thought. when he finally looks back at you he raises an eyebrow, speaking through pouted lips. “and how do you know?”

“well i’m an accountant.” you mumble vaguely, almost as if you don’t want him to hear, adjusting your jacket nervously.

you knew being an accountant was nothing to boast about, very few people would consider it their dream job. and even though it wasn’t something you had planned to do, it ended up being a job you found yourself falling into. what else were you meant to do with a double degree in math and business.

despite your attempts to mention your career quietly the man seems to have heard you because he lets out another hum, “mhmm…well i guess you’ll do. when can you start?”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion and you falter, “start? what do you meant start?”

the man sends you a wide smile, lips shaping into something akin to a box and showing nothing but teeth. “well as my financial advisor of course.”

suddenly he pulls a stop watch out of his pocket, looking at the time then snapping it closed when he’s seen enough before walking back around the desk and heading over to you. when he grips your arm you let out a gasp, but before you can figure out what the hell he’s doing he’s already guiding you out of the store. “i think you’d better come tomorrow morning. i have a lot of paperwork that needs to be looked at. i’m getting pretty tired of those stupid flyers they keep leaving on my door. i’m not really interested in this eviction stuff they keep tryna sell.”

you’re too stunned to say anything, standing speechless just outside of the doorway of the shop. the man still holds the door open looking you over carefully one more time before he nods, “hmm anyway i’ll be seeing you.”

the door slams in your face before you can say anything and you think to yourself that he must be the weirdest man you had ever met. so taking that as a cue to leave you go to turn around only to be stopped when the door is yanked open and his face appears, eyes still squished up from the smile on his cheeks. “oh! and my names taehyung by the way, but it would be much more professional of you to call me boss.”

“wha-”

“mmm, yes i like boss.” the man, who you now know as taehyung, doesn’t wait for your response before slamming the door closed once more. the door shakes so hard you can hear the bell chiming from inside.

you wait a little while to see if he’ll appear again and utter something even more ridiculous but when nothing comes you turn your back to the shop and leave, hoping that you hadn’t missed the bus back home.

inside taehyung watches you walk away through the store window, paying close attention to every detail as if not wanting to miss a single thing. then when your figure finally disappears he sighs and goes back up the winding steps from once he came.

unfortunately neither of you stay long enough to catch a small light turning on in the corner. for if you had, you would see the illuminating sight of a round bouncy ball slowly turning red, gray melting away like snow on a warm day. but alas neither of you is around to catch the spectacle or the absolute miracle when the ball begins to bounce all on its own.

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mingoyeob-archive · 3 years ago

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the color of innocence (m)

pairing ✺ alpha!jimin x omega!reader

genre/au ✺ arranged marriage, a/b/o

ratings/warnings ✺ 18+ | bondage, corruption kink, impregnation/breeding, exbitionism/voyerism, knotting, collaring, manhandling

word count ✺ 8.5k

summary ✺ in·no·cence /ˈinəsəns/ - lack of guile or corruption; purity. as an omega preserving your innocence was crucial, even more so when you’ve been promised to an alpha. long ago your fate was decided and on your sixth blue moon the time comes for you to fulfill your purpose.

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⁂ hosted by: professor solaris through @bangtansorciere

⤐ au type/trope: arranged marriage

⤐ theme: shifters, wedding/engagement

⤐ kinks: bondage, corruption kink, impregnation/breeding, exbitionism/voyerism, knotting, collaring, manhandling

you can’t help but watch yourself in the mirror.

the light from the lantern flickers in and out in the small tent and casts shadows that dance at the corner of your eye. you see the slight sway of your mom while she messes about with your hair and styles it into some terrible updo. her humming does nothing to soothe your nerves as you try to lose yourself in the feeling of her fingers in your hair. instead your heart beats heavily in your chest and your stomach turns from the smell of fragrant oils she drenched you in. the reflection in the mirror atop the aged wooden table is completely unfamiliar, a brief flare of hatred appears in your eyes.

“you’ll get wrinkles if you continue glaring like that.” your mom says with a hint of a chuckle lingerie in her tone and eyes crinkling into a smile. the staring contest between you and your reflection breaks as you cast your gaze downwards. your hands grip tightly to the thick robe thats draped across your lap. any other day, the soft fur would have filled you with glee, something so expensive was only reserved for special moments. but today you could hardly feel anything beyond your frustration.

she must notice your sour mood and she sighs, “do you realize how great of an honor this is? out of all the girls in the pack, you were chosen, and many would kill to be in your position you know.” her words are hardly convincing, if anything they just make matters worse. chosen - the word was almost comical. where was your choice in all of this? it seemed like there was hardly an ounce of free will in the situation.

“mother, the girls in the pack don’t need to kill me as i am more than happy to give them my spot willingly.” you retort, earning yourself a slight tug on your hair as a punishment for the snarky comment. unfortunately, this was not something you could just give up, it was decided a long time ago that it would be you sitting here.

your father had been close to the last pack leader and was one of his most trusted advisors for years. they fought together side by side in some of the most famous battles and there was no one your father believed in more. so it had only been natural that when the pack leader was gifted with a son, that your fathers first born daughter would be his betrothed. it was kind of sick really; deciding the fates of two kids who had barely been in the world for more than a few months. but so was the tradition of your pack and it had been for years, you were no exception.

“you have such lovely hair.” your mom mused.

a scoff slipped past your lips. “if you’re going to try and butter me up at least give me the benefit of making it believable.” but she pays no mind to your complaint and continues to twiddle fondly with your hair as you watch on in disbelief, not believing her for one second.

your hair had been something you struggled with for years and you hardly would call it lovely. it had been nothing but a curly wild mess that caused you trouble and never cooperated with any attempt to style it. the memory of the days you would spend embarrassed to leave home for lesson…

“it looks like a bush!” your packmates laughed at you, pointing and ridiculing you as you cowered in your spot. you were 6 and the rough feeling of asphalt bit at the center of your palms. “from now on your name is bushy!” they call gesturing rudely at your head.

you let out a whimper and cuddle your arms closer to your chest, “leave me alone..or else- or else..”

“or else what, ” the little boy in front of you smirked, crossing his arms as he looked cockily at you. “are you gonna smother me with your hair.” the screeching laughter from the group made your lip quiver.

“or else you’ll have to deal with me!” a cry from behind everyone had heads turnings to follow the voice. you peeped your head around the group to get a look and smiled at the sight; it was jimin. of course he would come to your rescue, he was your best friend.

his chubby cheeks were squished together in a frown and his eyebrows furrowed. tiny fists hung down by his sides as he started making his way towards you. jimins appearance had the kids huddling together, smirks wiped off their faces. the little boy who was teasing you cowered, “jimin, it- its not what it looks like!”

jimin rushed over to your spot, standing in front of you protectively as he glared at the boy “i think its exactly what it looks like, taehyung. now you better leave y/n alone or i’ll tell my dad.”

that had the group of kids letting out gasps of terror, no one in their right mind would ever want to face the scrutiny of the alpha. “f-fine!” taehyung said trying his best to sound brave and not like he was seconds away from shitting his pants, “but just because your dad is the alpha doesn’t mean i’m scared of you!”

the boy didn’t bother saying much more before turning around and running away from the two of you along with the rest of the group. it had jimin laughing triumphantly as he stared after the bullies, his chest puffed out with pride and a grin on his face. but his victory was short lived when he looked back and saw the tears in your eyes. “oh y/n…” he whispered, falling to his knees in front of you, dark brown hair flopping with the motion.

you just shook your head and looked up at him through your lashes, bottom lip poked out in a pout. “they were making fun of my hair.” you muttered. jimin could see how hurt you were and he pursed his lips, heart clenching in his chest. “they said it was ugly and that it looked weird and-”

“it doesn’t look weird to me!” jimin's tiny voice interrupted you. he sounded angry, “i think your hair looks cool and its what makes you unique!”

that had you smiling bashly down at your feet, heat flushing the apple of your cheeks. “really?” you ask meekly. jimin just nods his head vigorously in his spot, his hand landing atop yours reassuringly.

“really.” the feeling of his hand on yours had your heart skip a beat in your chest and you couldn’t help but stare at the place where you two touched, enjoying the contact more than you’d like to admit.

“y/n, its time.” your moms voice snaps you out your head, your gaze still fixated on your hands in your lap. the phantom touch still lingers briefly along your palm and you close your hand, grasping tightly at something that’s no longer there.

walking out of the tent felt like walking to your own death, a sense of dread falling over you. every breath you take fans out in front of you in the cold winter air and you were thankful that werewolves ran colder than the average human because even with the thick robe on you, a chill still ran down your spine. you feel your mothers eyes on the back of your head, her gaze trained on you in fear you would make a run for it.

it would be easy, you think, to just run away never to be seen again. you spent years mapping every inch of this forest and knew which direction would get you caught, which would get you killed and which would get you to freedom. there wasn’t an inch of ground you haven’t covered and the idea was alluring, but your mothers grip on your arm holds the promise of punishment if you even make a step off the path. instead you continue to walk in tandem with her, snow crunching under your feet.

“y/n wait up!” a giggly voice calls from behind, sound echoing and bouncing off the trees that flew past you. but you didn’t stop to let them catch up, feet pounding against the dirt and arms swinging as you pushed yourself to the limit. “y/n I said wait!”

the slight whine in their voice is what had you slowing down to a stop this time and you looked back to see jimin clumsily following after you. “you said we would be playing together, but all you’ve done is left me behind!”

“its not my fault that you’re so slow.” you giggled, poking fun at him when he finally stoped in front of you. you watched him bend over and place his hands on his knees, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. his dark brown puppy dog eyes finally landed on you, you could tell that he was upset and ultimately decided to hold back the taunts you had planned to let out. “I’m sorry jimminie, I’ll try not to leave you next time.”

he scoffed and stood up straight, “yeah, right. you said that that the last three times I asked you to come out and play with me.” jimin pushed lightly at your shoulder, looking at you with still chubby cheeks squished down into a frown despite the fact he was 12 and should’ve grown out of the feature by now. you merely pushed him back, albeit a little harder than he did to you.

“well i was joking those times but now i’m completely serious.” you hold your hand up to your chest, placing it directly over you heart. “i swear that I won’t leave you behind.”

jimin stared at you blankly before cracking a smile, “promise?” there’s a slight red tinge to his cheeks and you chalk it up to the slight chill that comes with the changing seasons.

“i promise.”

the youthful memory makes your heart ache and you feel your mom stop beside you bringing you to a halt, only just now realizing you hade made it to the end of the path. in front of you the forest opens out into a large clearing covered in snow and briefly you picture the sight of it in the spring when lush green grass would cover the ground followed by the small blooms of yellow and purple flowers. now you can see nothing under the thick layer of white and instead of the calm emptiness that would usually surround the space, there stands the rest of your pack. every single one of their gazes is fixed on you, almost over a hundred pair of eyes all turned in your direction making you gulp.

“step forward sweetheart.” your mom whispers behind you, gently guiding you forward with a hand on the small of your back. hesitantly you oblige her request and shuffle your feet forward in front of you, too scared to move any faster.

the blue moon sits high in the sky as you step out from behind the shadows of the forest, the light exposing you to the crowd and giving you a clear look at who stands around you. every single one of them is familiar to you; your neighbors, the pack seamstress, even the men from the market, and unfortunately the pack leader who stands in the center, waiting.

the reality of the situation starts to set in and you turn your head to look back at your mom from over your shoulder “mom i’m not sure i want to do this i-”

“y/n,” your fathers voice is what has your words catching in your throat and cautiously you turn your gaze forward. he stands next to the leader, in the center of the clearing, and on his face sits a look of pride. your mothers insistent pushing is the only thing that has you moving forward, snow dragging under your feet, and you see your fathers hand outstretched towards you. “come my daughter.”

you just stare at the appendage with wide eyes and hesitantly begin to reach out.

the hand feels warm wrapped around yours, fingers rough with callouses, and the little squeeze you felt had your heart skipping a beat. jimin looked at you with smile brighter than the sun and you couldn’t help but return it, “I found this for you today…” he said, his other hand grasping tightly around the stem of a white lilly. “during the hunting party when we stop-”

“we?” you emphasized sending him a questioning look. you knew that he wasn’t allowed to go hunting with the others just yet, his father still thought he was too young, but that never stopped jimin and you could tell that your observation made him flustered.

“I’m almost fifteen y/n, I’m pretty sure I can handle a small hunting trip.” jimin said. his nose crinkled a little in frustration and you chuckled under your breath. “anyway, I stayed a little behind and while I was waiting I saw a patch of them growing nearby.”

he held the flower out to you and you reached forward to grab it, fingertips slightly brushing against his before he pulled back. the flower looked gorgeous, petals a bright white that sat starkly atop a deep green stem. you could smell how fragrant it was and brought it up to your nose to take a whiff, eyes slipping closed. when you exhaled and brought it back down from your face you met jimin's gaze, his eyes were sparkling as he looked at you expectantly. you blushed, “it’s beautiful jimin, but why did you pick this for me?”

you felt the hand that still grasped yours become clammy and the tips of jimin's ears turned red as he rubbed at his neck bashfully. “well they looked really nice and i know white is your favorite color. plus…” jimin paused and bit at his lip anxiously. when he finally seemed to figure out the right words to say he gave your hand a tight squeeze, fingers wrapped around yours as if he was afraid to let go. “they reminded me of you.”

back then, the skin to skin contact had made you feel comfortable, serene even. but now, the feeling of your dads hand on yours made you flinch, and fear coursed steadily through your veins. if your dad noticed, he choose to ignore it and just continued to guide you forward, your feet stumbling through the snow. your mom follows closely behind with no doubt a smile on her face. a smile mirrored by your father, despite the fact that they were basically offering their only daughter up for slaughter.

perhaps slaughter was an exaggeration, but as you felt your mother pull the robe from around your naked body and your dad tying your wrists tight you didn’t really care to correct yourself. instead you just winced at the cold and kept your eyes forward, even when your parents left you, even when the alpha held a piece of cloth to your mouth expecting you to bite it, and even when, after he tied the cloth into a knot behind your head, you were pushed down onto your knees in the snow. you refused to let them break you or to give them more than a show than you had to.

“thank you everyone, for joining us today, on the night of the blue moon.” the leaders voice booms loudly around the clearing and you fight the reflexes telling you to watch your alpha out of loyalty. “for three decades, i have served as your leader, and for three decades you all have served me faithfully as my pack- as my family. but eighteen years ago, i was gifted with a son and now, on his sixth blue moon, it’s come time for him to take my place.”

for a second you think you hear a sniffle in the crowd and you roll your eyes, sucking on the gag in your mouth to stop your own drool from spilling out of your mouth. “some of you know what that means and some of you might not, but before my son takes his rightful place as alpha he must receive an offering from his pack, a mate.”

an offering, that’s what you were, something given away so easily and taken without an ounce of guilt. the word was ancient but you could say the same about your packs customs, where offerings were traditionally taken in front of the pack.

you had already tuned out the sound of the mans voice, too busy caught up in your own thoughts over your less than ideal situation. so when the speech finally ends and the man steps back into the shelter of the crowd, you barely even notice. barely even notice the figure approaching you until the sound of crunching white snow and the sight of heavy paws stopping in front of you was enough to pull you from your thoughts.

instantly your breath starts picking up and your chest heaves from the effort, the reality of the situation finally dawning on you. you can recognize the honey and deep brown colored fur from anywhere and when you raise your head you meet the deep red eyes of a familiar wolf. this wasn’t the first time you had seen it, but it was the first time you had seen it this close in a long while. it stares you down, almost twice your size as you kneel helplessly in the snow and when its noticies your shaky gaze it huffs.

the wolf backs up and briefly you think it’ll turn around any second and walk away, effectively rejecting its offering and getting you out of the situation you naively put yourself in. but instead the wolf changes, bones cracking in a way that looks almost painful but has always been sort of beautiful to you in a way. when paws finally become hands and fur finally becomes sun kissed skin, a man stands in front of you, correction a naked man. all muscled thighs and taunt stomach and other things that you have blushing right in front of your face.

your strong facade breaks at the sight and you have to look away, too embarrassed to be able to look without shame. the fact that you were naked was already worse enough as it is but being so close to someone in the same state as you makes this whole ordeal feel too real. this is also the first time you had ever seen a naked man this close to you, never really paying too much attention to your packmates when they were in states of undress. you were barely comfortable with your own naked body and it showed in the way you would shy away from prying eyes whenever you had shifted in front of others.

most people in your pack would be much more comfortable in their own skin by the time they reached your age. already having exploried their bodies and engaging in less than modest acts. but you had never been one to be the center of a boys attention. there were always girls prettier and more willing to go farther than you dared making them much more appealing to boys you attended school with. so the embarrassment would be natural to someone as pure as you, a virgin who’d never even so much as touched herself.

but even embarrassment can’t help you fight the curiosity and your gaze accidentally slips, eyes trailing up tanned legs until they reach all the way up to meet the mans stare. jimin's familiar shinning dark brown eyes look down on you making your heart leap in your chest. you can barely even remember the last time you had been the focus of his gaze.

“jimin, where are you going?!”

your voice rang loud in the empty forest, the two of you being the only ones who even dared to leave the village this late. the figure in front of you was hard to make out but you managed to follow behind, guided by the small light that came from the stars hanging in the sky. yet his pace didn’t slow at your question and you were finding it hard to navigate through the overgrown grass, feet stumbling over broken rocks.

you scoffed at his lack of response “jimin i said-”

“y/n, enough.” this time the boy stopped, suddenly enough so that you had to catch yourself from running right into his back. but his gaze still stayed trained ahead not even awarding you the decency of saying it to your face. “i told you we can’t do this anymore.”

“wha- jimin i didn’t think you were serious.” you said with a dry laugh that you desperately wished hadn’t sounded as broken as you felt inside. the air was thick from the humidity but felt even thicker with the tension between the two you. your hand reached out to touch jimin’s shoulder but when you saw how tense he was you thought better of it, letting your arm drop weakly. “is- is this about what your dad said the other day?”

jimins hands clenched into fists at his sides when you brought up last weeks sequence of events. when his dad had caught the two of you lounging by the lake during the time jimin was supposed to be in training. it had caught the two of by surprise but it was nothing that hadn’t happened before. you guys had been caught many times skipping out on lessons and other responsibilities by both yours and his parents. but never had his father been so upset as he had been that day, yanking jimin up by his shoulders with a fierce look in his eyes. and never had he disregarded you so openly, referring to you as nothing but a distraction.

you gulped when you noticed his reaction to your words but continued nonetheless, “since when did you listen to him?! what he said never mattered to you before so why should it now?!”

“because he’s right!” jimin yelled, voice echoing far enough that even birds scattered from their nests high above the canopy. finally he swung around to face you and the utter disgust in his gaze made you recoil, a whimper escaping your lips. “why would i concern myself with someone like you when there are far more important things i need to focus on? why should i waste my time on someone as lowly as you?”

he was advancing towards you while he spoke, face growing angrier and voice growing louder making you step back with every step forward he took. jimin only stopped walking when you fell backwards, tripping over a hidden branch and falling down to the ground with a shout. you winced at the twinge of pain you felt in the wrist you used to catch yourself before turning your attention back to jimin who towered over you. if it wasn’t for the pure hatred you could see in his eyes, you would’ve thought that the way the moonlight glowed around him like a white halo was almost beautiful. “jimin, you don’t- you don’t mean that do you? please say you don’t mean it…”

the tears gathering in your eyes almost made jimin falter, but then the sound of his fathers words ringing in his ears brought the anger back tenfold. you could’ve sworn his usual dark brown eyes had flashed red, but he looked away before you could tell. “i meant every word. now stop following me and go back to who ever’s bed you were warming. i’m sure your presence is greatly missed.”

venom laced his words as he practically spit the last of them at you causing you to flinch in fear. his words would have confused you if not for your heart breaking in your chest and the tears spilling over onto your cheeks keeping you occupied. but even through wet lashes and blurry eyes, the gaze he fixed you with had been ingrained in your mind.

jimin never spoke to you again after that day, ignoring all your pleas and begging for an explanation, and eventually you stopped trying to get his attention. you just watched him from afar as you two grew older. some days you would find yourself thinking about that night and how he was so much different than the boy who had given you that white lilly just a few weeks beforehand. the emptiness he left in your heart stayed with you even on your fifteenth birthday that year and even when you turned sixteen the next, until eventually when you turned seventeen and came to accept that he was never coming back, the pain felt like nothing but a low hum that you were able to push out of your mind with little effort.

but now, with your eighteenth birthday having just been a few months ago, everything came flooding back to you all at once. he looks a lot different than you remember. face slimmer and shoulders wider than you had ever guessed they would get. jimin had always been shorter than you while growing up but you know that if you had been standing up right now that he would easily be a few heads taller than you. jimin, however, thinks you look the same as you did all those years ago.

your eyes were still as wide and curious as they always were, irises shining with innocence. he tries not to think about how they looked back then, with tears polling in them, because he knows that if he does he won’t be able to do what his father and the rest of the pack expects of him. instead jimin's focus shifts to the stark contrast between you and the crisp white snow that sits under both your feet. he can see you shivering slightly and wonders just how long they had you out here like this waiting for him.

jimin's gaze trails down the planes of your face, following the path down from your long elegant neck to the sharp jut of your collarbone. his eyes memorize the dips and slopes of your figure, making note of every mole, freckle and birthmark. when his eyes get down to your chest they falter, breath catching when he follows the slope of your breasts to the pert nipples that pebble in the chilly air. its causes heat to bloom in his stomach and he feels his member start to stir. the reaction its gets from you is almost comical he thinks. how your eyes almost seem to get impossibly wider and how you shuffle slightly in place as if trying to get away. if jimin didn’t know any better he would say you were embarrassed, but the memory of his fathers words in the back of his mind quickly wipe that away.

“she’s an offering you stupid boy!” jimin had flinched when his father spat those words angrily at him. his hands were gripping tight to the bottom of the wooden chair he sat on in fear while his father continued to stomp around in the house. he had never seen his father this angry and he knew it wasn’t just because he had skipped his training. no his fathers anger stemmed simply from the fact that he had decided to skip the most important session, the type where the pack elders attended to see if he was meeting all the marks and to see if he was fit to bear his birth right.

“i tolerated that little girl for so long only because she is my friends daughter, of whom i have the greatest respect for-” smoke was practically pouring from his fathers ears as he seethed, face turning a shade of red that had jimin comparing the man to a turnip - a comparison he thought best to keep to himself at the moment. “but it seems you have yet to grow out of this little crush you have and continue to let her to distract you and that i will not stand for!”

his fathers accusation of him having a crush on you had made him blush and rush to deny it “father i don’t have a crush on y/n, s-she’s just a friend…” but even jimin didn’t believe the words that tumbled from his lips and judging by the mans sarcastic laugh, his father didn’t either.

“please, boy, you think i can’t tell by the way you follow her around like a lost puppy? tail tucked between your legs and looking like you’d do anything she’d ask of you? well i’m sorry to burst your bubble son but it’s all an act, thats what she’s meant to do, what offerings are meant to do.”

there goes that word again, jimin had heard his father say it earlier but had no idea what it meant and why it meant that you were different. “why does being an offering matter? she would never do anything to hurt me and i know it, no matter what you think of her!”

his father scuffed, standing in front of him with his arms crossed as he looked down at him. “you are naive and that, my son, will get you killed.”

jimin had only been fifteen at the time, but it was old enough for his father to think he was ready to hear the truth about what you were, even if you yourself hadn’t known. and the words his father had used to describe what an offering was were vulgar to say the least. tramp, slut, whore, that last one in particular had made him sick to his stomach. but according to his father thats what you were, or at least, what you were going to become and while jimin was training to be a leader you were becoming self taught.

his father had spun lies about the things you were doing in your free time and about all the boys you were entertaining when he was busy, and like a fool, jimin believed him. he was too young and too hurt to realize that his father would’ve said anything if that had meant jimin would focus on his lessons, even if that meant tearing your character down in the process.

his knowledge of what an offering is made this a little easier, meant that he could do what he needed to without feeling guilty. but to think you had the nerve to try and act coy about this whole thing when he knew you had done worse infuriated him for reasons he can’t comprehend.

the sudden flash of anger in his eyes has a whimper escaping your lips from behind the wet gag in your mouth. at the sound jimin immediately reacts by grabbing your face with cold tipped fingers digging into the flushed skin of your cheeks and forcing your face up to look at him.

“mmphmm!” your protests are muffled but even if they weren’t, they’d fall on deaf ears as jimin pays no mind to it. you can’t help the tears that begin to pool in your eyes and try to blink them away but instead they run down onto jimin's fingers, instantly chilling in the winter air.

at the feeling of wet on his skin, jimin's fingers loosen and his face softens. his eyes follow the path the tears leave down your face as they fall to the ground before his gaze comes back to yours. it lacks any emotion and his face is colder than the snow below, but the subtle caress of his thumb across your cheek screams nothing but gentle. you almost have the urge to lean into them, the rough callouses of his palms soothing despite the texture. but he pulls away before you get the chance.

jimin disappears from your line of sight as he walks behind you. you can feel the heat of his body radiating against your back but other than he makes no noise or indication of what he plans to do next. the intensity of the stare on the back of your neck has you growing nervous and your tied hands fiddle nervously in anticipation. but you don’t have to wait long and suddenly you feel his hand on your shoulder, guiding your body down to your hands and knees while he kneels behind you. your breath is coming out heavy from behind your gag and your jaw is already beginning to ache.

the sight of your pert ass bent over and waving right in front of his face has him growing hard, but he chooses to ignore it and reaches a hand between your legs. you gasp when the cold tips of his finger touch your slit followed by the sound of him spitting on where you two make contact. a muffled grunt escapes past from your mouth when you feel him start to apply pressure to your opening and you wince when it finally finds its way in causing you to cry out “mmppph!”

jimin curses “ffuck you’re tight.” and despite the discomfort of his finger inside you, you still feel heat flush your skin at his words and your slick beginning to ease the glide.

he’s got a digit thrusting in and out of your opening, prepping you for what you already know will be a painful stretch to come later. but the presence of a second finger joining the other already in your virgin cunt has tears pooling in the corners of yours from how full you feel and you don’t know how you could possibly handle anymore.

jimin must hear your strained and muffled cries and he coos “shh shh i know you can take it. pretty sluts like you can always take it.” the comfort in his voice is sarcastic, you can tell. and his insult has your tears flowing faster, but you can’t deny the arousal thats already pooling between your legs.

a sudden crook of jimins fingers inside your spongy walls has him hitting something deep inside you that has a coil tightening in your belly and your hips jerking back into his hand. you can hear him chuckle from behind you before the pace of his fingers speed up. but the presence of a third finger slipping inside you is what has you clenching, entrance spasming around his fingers and eyes rolling back when his thumb rubs in tandem on your clit. he’s only fucking you with his fingers but you already feel yourself spiraling.

“shit you’re squeezing down on my fingers so hard.” jimin all but groans out. his cock is fully hard against his stomach from watching you squirm and rock back against his fingers. “your hole just loves having something in it- tsk- so greedy.” your head whips back and forth in denial but your hips don’t stop as you chase the feeling building in your stomach. “no!” you try and scream, but the stupid fucking gag has it coming out like a garbled mess and jimin doesn’t stop.

“don’t try and deny it-” he punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust that has you whining, head dropping between your arms. “i know what you do in your free time, all the cocks you’ve no doubt had between those lips of yours. such a shame you never got to taste mine.”

you can barely make out the words he’s saying beyond the noise ringing in your ears as your blood starts rushing to your head. but you hear enough to feel embarrassed at what he’s implying, chants of not truenot true coming out between moans as he continues thrusting his digits back and forth inside your sopping wet pussy. the sound of his fingers stirring up your arousal is filthy and rings around the clearing, but its not enough to stop the thrashing of your hips and the pleasure you feel makes you forget the eyes trained on to the two of you.

however, just as you begin to feel the tell tale signs of your orgasm about to crash over you, jimin stops, fingers slipping out too suddenly. “mmmphmm!” you want to scream in frustration, but it comes out like a sob at the fact that you were denied your release. your hips cant back as if asking to be filled again but jimin just scoffs.

“pathetic.” he teases followed by a loud slap that echoes around you when the palm of his hand comes down against your entrance, making another sob leave your lips. the impact has your arms giving out as you fall forward, hips raised high in the air and face pressed against the ground.

the coolness of the snow makes you feel less lightheaded but you feel your face quickly heat up again as your eyes meet the crowd still gathered around you. it has you snapping back to reality for a second as you see some people staring hungrily at the scene in front of them, eyes begging to get a closer look. but the sudden appearance of jimins fingertips rubbing at your swollen nub has your eyelids slipping closed as you fall back into a lustful haze, desperately trying to chase your high.

“mm you like that huh, slut? i’m gonna make you cum just like this.” jimins fingers don’t speed up or make any move to slip back inside you. instead they continue a slow pace of rubbing at your clit just enough to make the heat in your belly return. your hips are jerking back against his hand, trying to increase the pressure enough to tip over the edge but everytime you try to make him slide his fingers down he backs off. “no no, wanna see you fuck yourself on my fingers and show me just how desperate you are to come. can you do that for me, baby?”

you should say no, should be disgusted by the idea of acting the way you are in front of so many people. but hearing him call you baby has your heart clenching and you can’t help the fast nod of your head before your hips instantly pick up their previous ministrations. you roll them against the pads of his fingers, effectively placing the pressure you craved against your clit and causing the coil in your core to tighten. you continue the slow battle of chasing the pleasure, eyes clenched tight and mouth falling open as moans and whimpers flow from it you unabashed. “ah! ah! ah!” you chant.

time slows as the shockwaves of your climax sneak up on you, eyes springing open from the force of it. you can feel your orgasm leaking down your thigh but you pay no mind to it as you ride it out with the help of jimins fingers still rubbing circles against you. when the pressure becomes overwhelming you whine in sensitivity until you feel him back off.

your chest heaves from the effort of your heavy breaths and you can tell your legs are starting to loose feeling, hips beginning to drop down to the ground. but jimin protests and his hands yank your ass back up into the air.

“don’t tell me you’re exhausted already?” he purrs, thumbs rubbing shapes into the sides of your hips. you can feel him pressed up against you, stomach flush against your ass and hardness rubbing at your entrance.

the fat mushroom head of his cock prods at your hole and your hips cant back causing it to slip messily in your wetness. when it nudges against your clit your breath catches in your throat before a whine escapes yours lips causing jimin to chuckle behind you.

his eyes are trained on your back lingering on your flawless skin that looks so perfect he feels the need to mark it flooding his brian. so he leans down, chest pressed up against you as he nips and sucks at the back of your shoulders leaving dark teeth shaped bruises in his wake. meanwhile his hips are rutting against the flesh of your ass, cock still teasing your entrance and spreading your juices around between the both of you.

but you’re growing impatient and the want settling in your core is reaching almost painful, hole clenching around nothing. “jimin!” you whine, voice muffled and throat raw. “please!”

he can’t hear you clearly behind the soaked gag in your mouth but he can tell what you’re begging for just by the way you’re desperately thrusting back against him. “knew my little slut couldn’t go long without having something stuffing her hole.”

you shake your head against where your face is pressed into the ground, not sure if you’re agreeing or disagreeing but all you know is that you want is release from the heat burning in your core. the flames licking at your skin are so hot you’ll think it’ll burn you up from the inside and the only thing that can help put them out is jimin. so when he tightens the grip on your hips and you feel his member applying pressure against your entrance your heart soars.

“oh s-shit, fuck, you’re still so tight around me.” he grunts, jaw clenching as he tries not to bust his load so quick just from putting his cock inside you. “gonna fucking wreck you.”

jimin knows you’re not listening, can feel how stiff your body has gone as he pushes inch by agonizing inch into your gushing cunt. his girth alone has you feeling like you’re splitting open and your eyes are rolling back into your skull when it feels like his dick is never going to stop. it’s only when he’s finally buried inside you to the hilt that you relax, limbs like jelly as you sag weakly against the ground. the only thing keeping you up is jimin's hands on you as he fits snugly between your walls and when you clench around him you feel his member twitch.

“your pussy feels so good, y/n.” jimin rasps out. his hips are grinding into you as he uses his fingers to spread your ass cheeks, eyes trained on the spot where you two meet. a shuddering breath comes from his mouth when he slowly begins to retreat and he notices his shaft is glistening with your arousal.

his hips pull back until the tip is almost grazing the outside of your lips and for a second you think he’s going to pull out, leave you lying there desperate for more. so when he roughly shoves his way back through your walls your eyes fly open and a scream erupts from your throat. “ah! please!”

“fuck just like that! beg for me to fuck you!” his words are punctuated by his thrusts, pace brutal and balls slapping against your clit. the sound from your wet pussy leaking around his cock sounds so obscene in the echo of the clearing which is otherwise silent as people hold their breaths and watch the scene unfolding in front of them.

if they were any closer they would see your mind going numb, eyes glazing over as your tongue lulls out of your mouth. the pleasure is shooting straight up from your core and into your brain, sparks flying as you slowly succumbed to your fate. jimin was slowly carving his way through your walls with his cock and you were loving every second of it.

“ngh- ugh ugh!” you can only grunt as a result of his brutal thrusts. you try to hold on to the ground, snow crunching between your fists. but his strength is unmatched and with every push of his cock into your fluttering walls you’re slowly moving forward, breasts swinging with every push. a hand comes between the two you to grab and knead at one, flicking at your nipple.

jimin presses himself against your back once again but instead of nipping at your shoulder his mouth is flush at the lobe of your ear, whispering filthy words only you could hear. “if i would’ve known your slutty pussy felt like this i would’ve taken you sooner. wouldn’t even waste the time by getting you alone. would’ve taken you just like this, in front of everyone. just like you like it.”

you don’t reply, but still his words continue, “bet no one could fuck you like this. all those other men don’t compare to this cock and now you’ll never be satisfied.” he chuckles as he slows down and switches to sharp deep thrusts. with this pace he reaches even deeper inside, tip grazing against that sweet spot inside you and kissing at your womb. “tell me you love my cock.”

he reaches up to your hair and snatches the gag from your mouth, flimsy material ripping from his strength. but you still don’t respond to his request, too distracted by surges of pleasure every time his cock nestles back inside you. jimin doesn’t like that and wraps your hair around his fist, pulling you up against him causing your chest to jut out towards the crowd. “tell me!”

“nngh jimin, yes yes i love it. ‘n love your cock!” you babble, mind completely empty of anything besides the man thrusting in out of you. “only cock i want! only cock i’ve ever wanted!”

judging by jimins moans and ragged breaths behind you, you can tell your words are getting to him. “waited so long for this moment, to feel you inside me. wanted you to be my first.”

at that his hips stutter, “wh-what did you say?” you whine when his thrusts halt, head whipping back and forth as you wonder why the pleasure has stopped. “i’m not your first, why would you say i’m your first.” your eyes are blurry from the tears that were rushing down your cheeks, but you can still make out the shining brown irises that bore into yours with confusion.

even though you had been distracted by the endless pleasure jimin was giving you tonight, you still understood everything he said, could detect the anger behind his words. of course everything he believed so wholeheartedly wasn’t true but you had a feeling all those years ago he was being misled. you could tell by the way his father clung tightly to the power he held over his son that he had been whispering lies into his ear, guiding him from the shadows. but the truth was that you would never dream of being with anyone but him.

at some point your hand reached back to grasp jimins hip, rubbing gently at it with your thumb. his eyes meet yours and you smile “every part of me belongs to you jimin, it always has.”

your words aren’t much but you know jimin understands what you mean because tears begin to pool at the corner of his eyes, but he blinks them away before you can say anything. instead his lips meet yours, catching you off guard before you finally realize and start to return the kiss.

knowing that you saved yourself for him, contrary to what he had believed, had something ravenous growing inside him. you weren’t as filthy as what his father told him. you were pure, so pure that you gave your virginity to him unknowingly and unaware of the things he had planned to do to you. and he knew it was wrong, that he was probably sick for wanting to do it, but he wanted to corrupt you.

his hips start to pick up their previous ministrations of thrusting deep inside you, pace slow but still pleasurable enough to have needy moans leaving your mouth. “wanna make you cum, baby.” he mutters against your lips. “want you to come apart on my cock.”

you don’t need him to tell you, the coil in your core already starting to wind itself back up to the point it was before he stopped. your eyes slip closed as you feel yourself starting to fall back into the mind numbing pleasure, mouth abandoning his in favor of releasing high pitched moans into the air. tears begin to run down your cheeks, but not from the pleasure, from the warmth you feel pouring from him. no longer the blinding hatred and anger he was unfairly harboring against you, but understanding. it was as if he was begging you to forgive him for all the years he had missed by trying to make you come undone.

as his thrusts continue, the base of his cock begins to swell and you know it’s his knot signaling he’s also close to his end. “jimin, need your cum inside me”

he groans at that, eyes clenching shut “fuck, baby is that what you want? want me to breed you? fuck my pups into your greedy little pussy?”

you give a fast nod, hands reaching up to grasp at the hair on the nape of his neck as you feel your peak begin to ascend. but the pleasure isn’t overwhelming like you thought it would be, but instead creeps slowly over you, the orgasm crashing down on you and bathing you in white. that's all you can see behind your eyes as you cry out. “yes! yes! yes!”

the thick girth of his swelling knot slips into your cunt with a pop as you leak your climax all over the back of your thighs and his stomach. it prevents him from thrusting but his hips still grind the tip of his cock into your cervix until finally you feel him explode, your womb welcoming the load greedily. there’s so much cum that you feel it start to drip out around his base and fall to the ground below.

the two of you pant heavily and his arms start to grow weak before he slowly lowers you back to the ground. the coolness feels soothing against your flushed and sweaty skin and you hum at the sensation. over the noise ringing in your ears you hear the crunching of someone’s feet against the snow as they approach you two and the jingling of what sounds like metal?

your assumption is proven correct when the feel of leather wraps around your throat, a buckle clinking. the realization that a collar is being secured around your neck alarms you, but with jimins knot holding the two of you together and fatigue quickly overwhelming your body there’s not much you can do.

you feel the collar tighten around your throat, his fingers slipping away before a kiss is placed against your forehead. the world was slowly beginning to fade away but right before you feel sleep creep it ways over you, you pick up the sound of jimin's voice.

“now you’re mine, mate.”

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wonder emporium | kth

pairing ✺ toy maker! taehyung x reader

genre/au ✺ fluff, angst, strangers to lovers, slow burn, aged up taehyung (he’s like 40)

ratings/warnings ✺ nc17, mentions of death, mild swearing, mention of alcohol/drinking

word count ✺ 3.5k

↳ prologue

boxes, boxes and oh what's that? even more boxes.

that’s practically all you can see as you struggle to walk through the mess of a maze that was once your grandma’s living room. the old wooden floor that had been covered with scratches from generations of children running through the house was nowhere to be seen under the mountains of junk that had been hauled down from the attic. the curtains had been drawn closed, the room only lit by the decorative lamps that hung from the creaking ceiling. but even those did nothing to brighten the gloomy atmosphere that seemed to hover in the air. the rustling sound of cardboard rang through the otherwise quiet room as you continued to open box after box, each one making your heart ache as you stumbled upon memory after memory.

when you had first gotten the news, you had been at work, slaving over a desk under blinking fluorescent lights in a stuffy blazer that made you want to kill whoever invented the term “business casual”. you had been surprised to see that it was a call from your mother, she barely ever talked to you after you had ran away to college leaving your small town behind. but, after hesitantly picking up the phone, you could tell this was not an obligatory call in order for you two to catch up. you heard the grief in her voice and could practically see the tears in her eyes when she told you that your beloved grandma had passed. the one person who seemed to understand you even when no one else in your family did. it broke your heart.

she had been struggling with health conditions for a while now and you meant to go visit, pushing a trip home back again and again until eventually you didn’t even believe yourself every time you told her you’d be home soon.

“yes grandma, i’ll be home next weekend to see you.”

“are you sure y/n? you said that last month and i still haven’t seen that pretty face of yours.” her amused words had been followed by a wheezing cough that had you wincing in guilt at the sound.

“i promise that i’ll come visit as soon as i can.”

but of course, work was always in the way, some mandatory meeting that you just had to attend or a deadline due conveniently on the same weekend you had promised to visit. if you knew what you knew now, that you would never see her again, you would’ve just said to hell with work and went back home. but now it was too late and instead of wrapping her in a hug, you had watched her getting lowered into the ground, the sound of your family's sobs floating around you.

the wake had been even more depressing and nerve racking as you soon grew tired of hearing the condolences of family members. some of them never even dared to show their faces enough at family events to even warrant an invitation but had been extended one as a means of courtesy. you had been desperate for an escape and was only offered an opportunity when your grandmother's lawyer pulled you aside in order to discuss a few things.

“she’s giving me her house?!” you had tried to whisper your exclamation in an effort to not bring any unwanted attention over to the corner where you two stood. but the mans statement had surprised you and even if your words hadn’t shown your surprise, your face surely did.

“yes...it seems she has written in the will that she wishes for you to inherit it along with whatever else resides in the house.” seokjin, an albeit handsome but painfully boring man, was the lawyer that had been put in charge of handling the disbursement of your grandmother's worldly possessions and assets. she had tried to set you two up a few times claiming that he was a charming young man, but you had found seokjin just as stiff as any other man in a too tight suit.

despite his words and job description, there was no way you believed that your grandmother would leave her entire house to you. “are you sure? maybe she meant something else or er.. misspelled the word house!”

he had just laughed “no i’m a hundred percent positive she wants you to have it. she believed- she believes that you’re the one that truly deserves it, y/n.”

and that was how you ended up knee deep in a sea of boxes and sorting through piles of miscellaneous nick nacks. simply because your grandmother wanted to torture you, at least that whats you thought. payback for never coming when you said you were. and you wouldn’t put it past her, she always did have a bit of a sick sense of humor.

even though it was winter and the winds outside shook the aging house, sweat still clung to your brow and dampened the back of your neck from the effort of heaving things into their designated piles, items being classified as either valuable or junk (the later being the largest).

“who turned the heat on hell?” you whisper outloud to yourself, small grunts leaving your lips as you lift your legs over to the thermostat on the other side of the room. the minute your hand makes contact with the ancient device you turn it down to a much more appropriate temperature and let out a sigh of relief as you hear the clunking sound of the heater turning off. the back of your hand wipes at your forehead as you take a moment to gather yourself.

when you finally decide to turn around and head back to what seems like an endless amount of things, something in the corner of your eye catches your attention. a tiny sparkle that has your head turning in the direction of the fireplace where the object sits atop the wooden mantle. upon closer inspection you see that said object is an old nutcracker, red painted jacket slightly gleaming in the small trickle of sunlight that manages to find its way in through the closed blinds. a small smile creeps on to your face as you make your way over to it and grasp the tiny toy. you seem to recall it being much bigger when you used to hold it in your hands as a child.

“long time no see.” you mutter with a chuckle as you stare down at its blank eyes. you couldn’t remember the last time you had been home for christmas, but what you do remember is how much you used to love the toy when you were little. how your grandmother used to pull it out every year around christmas and let you hold it as long as you promised to never drop it. you had of course, dropped it, much to your dismay causing big fat tears to run down your chubby cheeks until she had comforted you and told you it was fine. the happy memory makes your heart clench in your chest when you realize you’ll never get the chance to see her bring it out again.

the nutcracker, despite its fond memories, had definitely seen its fair share of wear and tear. even though the paint that was left on it seemed to be in good condition, there was still more parts with exposed wood than you’d like to see and stains of dirt that covered its face and opened mouth. you frown at the sight of its battered condition, hating that something that you had bonded with your grandmother over seemed to be so neglected. you turn the toy in your hands as you search for some type of label or notion as to where the thing came from, letting out a sound of satisfaction when you find tiny writing scrawled across the bottom of its foot.

“wonder emporium?” the label reads as you squint at it. you don’t recall ever hearing anything about the place and your eyebrows raise in question. but google exists for a reason and after a quick search on your phone you find that the place was a toy store found in the center of your small town. with a look of determination on your face you grab your discarded jacket off the chair and make your way out of the house, nutcracker grasped firmly in your hand as you smile down at it. “lets go get you fixed little guy.”

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after taking the bus down to the shopping district, you use your phone again to help you find the exact location and soon find yourself standing in front of a small boutique. from the outside the place looks abandoned, its colors faded and domed awning covered in dirt and small tears. your eyes trail up cracked bricks and land on a large sign that looks like at one point it used to light up but is just as run down as the rest of the store front. its only then that you notice its missing a few letters.

“woder emorum?” you quirk an eyebrow at that and chuckle.

since the outside doesn’t offer much to look at, you decide to take a look in through the large window, hands cupped around your eyes as you smoosh your face against the glass. from what you can see it seems like all the lights are off, but you can still make out the cluttered insides full of what you think is…toys? you’re not quite sure so you walk over and try the door, finding it unlocked.

the door chimes as you walk in and your earlier guess is proved correct when you take in the sight of walls and aisels full of toys. some are even hung from the ceiling, large planes and kites suspended in what looks like mid air. there's even more scattered across the ground and you have to stop yourself from tripping over them.

“hello?!” you call out, only to be met with the sound of your own echo. “is there anyone here?!”

again you're only met with silence. but even with no answer, you make the conscious decision to walk further into the store in case you stumble upon a lone worker.

your face is full of awe as you walk through the aisles, following the direction of sprawled out toys to what you hope is someone who can help you. there was no doubt that this store seemed to hold an endless amount of toys, some you had never even seen before. but still even with how full the store seemed, something was still…off and it made the store seem so empty. and it wasn’t until you picked up one of the discarded objects that you realized what was wrong.

they were all gray. every single last one of them, bathed in a palette of dark and light gray with no other color found. and you know that some of them are definitely supposed to be a different color, like the toy fire truck that you had almost stumbled over earlier. you don’t know how you hadn’t noticed, but looking back on it the mini truck was not its usual expected red but just as boring and plain as the rest of the toys around you. it made the store seem so…sad.

when you finally reach the center of the store, which you now realize is much bigger than it appears from the outside, you end up at a large circular desk. judging by the cash registers stationed inside you guess that this is where customers would check out. but now with how empty the store was you doubt they were full of any money, dust maybe.

“hello?!” you try again, spinning in a circle in hopes that you’ll catch someone lingering around the desk. “i have this toy that i think came from here?! it has the store's name on it so i assumed you might be able to help me fix it?!”

you hold the nutcracker firmly in your hand, waving it in the air as if there was actually someone there to see it. you huff when the only sound you hear in return is the sound of your voice, disappointed that the store really seemed to be empty.

“guess you’ll have to stay broken little guy.” the frown on your face is evident as you stare at the toy. “grandma would’ve wanted to fix you…i’m sorry that i can’t care for you as well as she did.”

realizing that there was nothing else you could do for the toy has tears coming to your eyes. the whole point of you coming here was to keep your memory of her alive, even if she wasn’t there to see it. but knowing that you failed at this simple task makes you think that maybe she was wrong in trusting the house to you. if you couldn’t handle this, how did she expect you to handle owning a house. you sniffle, wiping at the small tears that had fallen down your face with the back of your hand in frustration.

without sparing the nutcracker another glance, you place it on the counter, rushing out the store without a second thought, the blank eyes of the toy seeming as if they’re begging you to stay. from outside the store your figure zooms past the window unaware of the small light flickering on inside or the curious gaze of a man's eyes following after you.

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that night at your mothers house you tell your family about the uneventful evening, relaying the story of the forgotten nutcracker over dinner.

“and it was just laying there on the mantle? not in a box?” your older sister, nabi, seemed to find your story absurd. it was hard for your family to believe that your grandmother had actually left the house to you at first, even after verifying it with seokjin. now it was like they questioned everything you did when it came to the place.

“yes it was just sitting there like as if it was waiting or something.” you say picking haphazardly at the food sitting in front of you on the plate. nabi shakes her head in disbelief, ignoring you in favor of taking a sip from the wine glass in her hand.

your mom tsks “that’s your grandmother alright, always collecting a bunch of crap. she was a borderline hoarder with all the stuff she kept up in that attic of hers.”

her words have you rolling her eyes, you grew tired of listening to her complain about your grandmother a long time ago. now you barely paid your mom any mind when it came to talking about her. instead you direct your questions back to your sister, even if she finds them annoying. “the leg said it came from the wonder emporium but when i went there it seemed like the place was abandoned.”

“the wonder emporium??!!” your nephew's outburst had surprised you. you didn’t realize he was even listening to you two talk as he seemed too busy playing with his action figures to care about what you guys were discussing. “i love the wonder emporium!! that's where i got rap monster and suga from!!”

you look at nabi in confusion at the names. she just shook her head and sighed. “those are the names of his action figures. jungkook what did i say about playing with them at the dinner table?” her scolding made him duck his head with a pout, dropping the figures in his lap with an apology. she gave him one last look to make sure he was eating his food before turning back to you. “i used to take him there all the time. we were there last month actually, but when the toy maker stopped opening up the store we just never went back. i’m surprised he even let you in after all this time.”

“he didn’t, the door was unlocked.” nabi hmms at that. “are you sure that was a month ago? the place seemed pretty run down to have just been closed for a month.”

“yeah well it closed down pretty quickly. the colors faded, toys stopped working, the lights outside the shop stopped shining until eventually people just stopped going.”

“i was so sad when mr. toy maker stopped showing up! i miss how much fun and mystical mystical the place was…rap monster and suga miss it too.” little jungkook's whining made you feel bad for the poor boy. but even still, you found him adorable and couldn’t resist pinching his chubby cheeks causing more whines to leave his mouth. “aish! leave my face alone auntie!!”

“im sorry kook-ah i can’t help myself.” you retort, grinning at his yelps when you continue pinching his cheeks and tickling at his sides. yours and jungkook's giggles quickly filled the room before your mother reprimanded you two causing you both to apologize and return to your food. but for the entirety of the dinner, you couldn’t help but feel like a memory was nagging at you from the back of your mind.

“grandma what’s the wah-door em-emporum?” you questioned, barely old enough to be able to read the words written on your favorite toy.

your grandma chuckled, “i think you mean the wonder emporium, my dear.” you let out a sound of recognition at her words and nod your head. “the wonder emporium is a place full of magic and enchantments so amazing it would knock the socks off your little feet.”

her fingers had wiggled with her words as if casting imaginary spells making you laugh at her silliness. “magic isn’t real grandma!”

your grandma had smiled at you before leaning down as if letting you in on a secret. “oh magics real, my dear. you just have to see it, to believe it.”

the sound of your sister cursing is what snaps you back to reality. it’s only then that you notice your sisters flailing at having spilt her wine across the table and her lap. but even then you don’t laugh like you usually would have, still stuck on a memory you barely even recall happening. but is has you thinking, what really happened to the wonder emporium and why did it seem like your grandmother knew something about it? there was no answer to these questions you asked yourself, at least not yet, so for now you’d just push them to the back of your mind promising to come back to them another day.

the next week had passed by painfully slowly, full of countless hours of box sorting and planning what to do next with your grandmother's things. frankly, it was stressing you out and your family was no help. but you were thankful that at least you could escape from them when you needed to by heading back to her house, away from their judgment.

your walk back to the house was fast as you tried to hurry up and get out of the cold. your face was shoved so far into the scarf around your neck that you almost missed the object sitting atop the porch, right in front of the door.

“what the?” the question in your face was noticeable as you reached down to grab it, hands wrapping around freshly painted wood. it took you a second to comprehend what you were holding but when you finally did, it only had you asking more questions.

a shining nutcracker, painted with bright colors and a brand new uniform lay cold in your hands. it must’ve been sitting outside for a while and you were thankful that whoever had left it put it under the safety of the porch roof. for a second you think the doll is a new one, but the small crack on the hat from where you dropped it all those years ago proves otherwise.

it was then that you also notice a tag attached to its arm, one that hadn’t been there before. the handwriting scrawled onto the paper looks familiar, but the note has heat blooming in your cheeks and your eyebrows raising in surprise. you whip around looking for the person who might have left you the toy, but when you don’t seem to find anyone you sigh and look back down at the doll in your hand.

“it’s cold out here isn’t it little guy? i think it's time for us to head inside.” the smile on your face is full of glee as you hug the nutcracker tightly to your body. you’re so excited you don’t even notice the tag falling to the floor when you turn around to lock the door and walk into the house. instead the note lays forgotten, whipping in the wind before flying off into the air, message still lingering in the air.

“next time, be more careful.”

- sincerely, the toy maker

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the color of innocence - teaser

pairing ✺ alpha!jimin x omega!reader

genre/au ✺ arranged marriage, a/b/o

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oh my ghost (m) | jjk

pairing ⇾ ghost! jungkook x reader

genre(s) ⇾ smut, supernatural au

word count ⇾ 13k

ratings/warnings ⇾ 18+ | nsfw content, panty sniffing, mutual masturbation, double penetration, ghost dick, oral, nipple play, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

summary ⇾ fresh out of college, you’ve definitely had your fair share of horrible roommates. fortunately getting your first big girl job also means finally being able to save enough money to move into your own apartment. but you must’ve forgot to read the fine print when you signed the lease because come to find out, your new place comes with an unexpected house guest. oh and did i mention all your underwear seems to be going missing.

namkook moonrise masquerade

today’s weather was perfect for the move, not too hot to the point of sweating but just warm enough that you didn’t have to wear a jacket. From the open window across the room, a steady breeze blew through just as you finish sealing up the last box, the sound of masking tape slicing through the air before you close the flap. pulling out a sharpie you wrote the box's contents on the side. mementos you scrawl across the cardboard. The sound of footsteps coming down the hallway is what had you sighing and closing the cap on the marker, turning to look at the door knowing your ex roommate would soon appear in the doorway.

“don’t forget you still have to pay me this month's rent before you leave. you are not leaving me to pay for it all by myself.” internally you groan, why didn’t i close my door.

“I know, jennie. didn’t I say I would get it to you? so obviously you’ll have it soon.” you glare at her from your spot next to your former bed, hands scurrying to hurry and finish packing up your duffle bag, “now let me finish packing so i can finally get out of here.”

she scoffs, giving you the side eye before tossing her hair over her shoulder and heading back down the hall. “fine. didn’t like you all that much anyway.”

“couldn’t agree more.” you whisper to yourself, rolling your eyes and hooking your bag across your body, struggling to balance the box in your hands.

you hadn’t even lived in the apartment for a year before you realized it was the worst mistake ever. jimin had been the one to recommend jennie to you, saying that she would be the perfect roommate for your small two bedroom apartment. but the wrong girl must’ve showed up because jennie was not the perfect roommate, on the contrary. she was rude, messy and stole your stuff (even if she refused to admit it) and every time you confronted her about it she went and told jimin who would beg you to go a little easier on her.

Since Jimin was one of your closest friends, you couldn’t help but listen to him and try to be more lenient, which obviously backfired. She thought she was immune to anything and took advantage of your good natured personality until you got fed up and started looking for somewhere new to live entirely.

It helped that you had just scored a high paying job in your field that not only came with great benefits, but also allowed you to save up enough to be able to move out on your own, no roommate needed. and after you found the perfect place it didn’t take long to sign the lease with the added bonus of being able to move in right away since the space had been vacant already. When you asked why it was empty for so long he didn’t exactly give you a straight answer, but the place seemed clean and you considered yourself handy enough to be able to deal with anything that needed fixing. whatever it took to get you out of living with jennie a minute longer.

So once your car is packed full of all your stuff, you drive off down the block not even sparing the old run down building a second glance, thankful to be leaving. immediately it was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, you would finally be able to come home to your own house without having to deal with any nonsense.

When you arrive at your new place, keys in hand and face full of glee, unlocking the door felt like stepping into paradise. you stick your head in looking around at the empty apartment, already imagining it full of all the new furniture and decor you intend to buy once you have the money. for now all you had was a dresser and a bed that was generously donated to you by your other close friend yoongi who had upgraded to some new type of extra firm, comfort technology mattress that you weren’t entirely sure you understood but didn’t feel like asking about. you didn’t have a frame for it but you were fine with placing it on the floor for now.

The sound of your footsteps clicking against the hardwood floors echoed throughout the space and once you reach the center you spin around, sighing in contentment. the floor wasn’t real hardwood, you knew that, (probably some type of laminate) and you could see that the fresh layer of paint that no doubt was covering some type of horrible mistake and peeling drywall, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. it was yours and that’s all that mattered.

“home sweet home.” you whisper to yourself, chest swelling with pride and contentment.

With a clap of determination you looked over at your many boxes and decided to get started. It took you a couple hours to get most of your things unpacked and by the time you finished for the day you could see the sun starting to set from the bay window that faced opposite of the small galley kitchen. you had to shield your eyes as the rays shined through the glass pane into your eyes as you mumbled to yourself, “i’ll hang up some curtains tomorrow.”

Your night ended with a relaxing hot shower (ignoring the lackluster water pressure) followed by snuggling up into some soft flannel pajamas to keep you warm. The apartment seemed to get exceptionally cold at night and you make a mental note to ask the landlord about getting a heater installed later. Once your thoughts begin to drift off and you feel your eyes starting to get heavy, you decide it’s time to push your tasks for tomorrow out of your head and let yourself succumb to the beckoning call of sleep.

your dreams were calm and undisturbed without having a roommate to make noises all through the night and you were able to peacefully float through your dreams, comforted by images of a black haired stranger with shining doe like eyes. you didn’t know who the man was and you probably wouldn’t even remember when you woke up but in the moment he seemed so familiar.

“Who are you?” you whisper to the stranger, sitting up in your bed to get a closer glimpse at his face. you don’t remember yourself waking up but you could tell it was still night time as the moonlight cascaded through your bedroom window. The boy sat at the end of your mattress close to your feet with hands tucked in his lap looking at you with a sense of curiosity. you took a moment to gaze back at him and noticed how pale his skin looked, as if it was made of porcelain. not to mention his eyes were a bit unnerving, dark and wide like the night sky but still full of childlike innocence.

“I live here.” he says, as if it was obvious. his mouth opens as if he was going to say something before he changes his mind and closes it again. The response he gives you only confuses you more and you raise an eyebrow at him to signal for him to keep going, but he just ignores it and continues fleeting his eyes over you. The amused smile that suddenly broke out onto the boy's face was breathtaking and if the small giddy laugh that followed has your heart skipping a beat, you pretended you didn't feel it.

“What's so funny?” you ask indignantly.

“nothing it’s just...you’re so pretty. It's been a while since someone so pretty moved into my home.” you choose to ignore his compliment, too busy focusing on the last part of the sentence. his home? What did he mean by that? The stranger didn’t give you a chance to ask your questions and leaned forward closer to your end of the bed, eyes still wide and glittering like stars. “Can I try something?”

“um...sure i mean- yeah sure.” you sputter, unsure as to why you didn’t say no. Perhaps it had something to do with how captivated he looked, like a little boy who just got a new toy to play with. Either way, it was too late to change your mind, as he was already scooting his way closer to you, face becoming clearer to you the nearer he got. you were even able to see the tiny moles that dotted his face, eyes zeroing on the one that sat just below the jut of his bottom lip.

You get so caught up in the features of his face you barely even notice his hand coming up to rest on the cusp of your cheek, body jumping at the contact. The sound of surprise you let out pull another laugh from him and he just smiles at you, tiny bunny like teeth peeking out. “I’m glad you’re here with me.” he says, voice barely above a whisper as if trying to keep a secret between the two of you.

The stranger's words has heat spreading across your cheeks and you shyly return his smile while subconsciously leaning into his touch. So soft you thought, eyes briefly slipping shut as you lose yourself in the moment. The boy lets out a small hum at the sight and rubs the pad of his thumb gently back and forth on the apple of your check. The sudden urge to return the affection is what has you raising your own hand to reach out to his face, succumbing to the curiosity of how smooth his skin must be. But your feelings of wonder and curiosity were quickly replaced with ones of horror and fear, watching as, upon contact with his face, your hand continues its path straight through, never meeting any type of resistance despite the man still sitting in front of you.

“What- what is this?!” you shout, jumping back from his grasp. “What are you?!”

Your sounds of fright has him flinching, shining smile and glittering eyes dimming as he ducks his head and drops his still lingering hand. Your head was full of nothing but questions and even more began flooding in when the boy starts fading out, disappearing as if made of smoke. Your eyes flicker back and forth around the room trying to find a trace of him as you hear his voice echo around the room, still in the same whispering tone from before.

“Please don’t leave.”

The creaking sound of floor boards is what has you jolting up from your slumber, groggy eyes opening and still full of sleep. When you turn over to check the time, the numbers on the screen read three a.m. and you groan, “what the hell?”

You hated having to pull yourself out of bed at the ass crack of dawn and you were beyond annoyed at the fact that your sleep was being interrupted, but being alone in a house as a female meant you had to be extra cautious. so any sound, no matter how minor, was a concern.

Slowly you creep to the door, hand gripping the knob before cracking it open and peaking your head out around the frame. “Hello?” you call down the hallway, ears open to see if you could pick up any sound. A couple of seconds go by as you wait to see if anything else would respond before nervously stepping out of the room in the direction of the living room.

The air somehow seemed to be colder than when you went to sleep and you were a bit worried at the fact you could almost see your breath in the air. Your hands clung to your shivering body but you were glad to see when you walk around the corner that the apartment was as empty as you left it. Still, you cautiously took your time looking around and checking every nook and cranny before giving up and deciding it was time to go back to sleep since you still had work in the morning (even though you had practically begged your boss for some time off to move in).

However, the sound of something sliding open from your bedroom has you scurrying down your hall in an effort to try and catch an intruder. You wonder what it could be only to discover that it was the sound of one of your dresser drawers opening. The top one, where you kept your underwear, was left hanging open and the materials that were once neatly folded had been disturbed and half hazardly flown back into the drawer. you rushed over to look inside and tried to return it back to it’s organized state, cursing in confusion on how it got this way.

“How the hell did this happen?!” you groan, already starting to fold everything back up and annoyed with the fact that you even had to do so. You were tired from moving and absolutely dreading the idea of having to wake up with only a few hours of sleep and still having to work all day. But you just shake your head and suck it up, tucking the clothes back into the drawer and closing it, sparing the inside one last look just in case there was still a small chance an intruder was hiding inside the small space.

Just as you turn your head around, the sight of a black shadow darting from your closet has you shrieking and falling back against the wall with a thud. “Stay back!” you scream, arms coming up to shield your face. You were scared out of your mind and afraid to even open your eyes to face the person, but when nothing happened you open them only to feel foolish at your reaction. At your feet sat a small black cat, green eyes staring up at you blankly and a piece of bright pink underwear hanging out of its mouth.

You deadpan,“hey! give that back!” you screech, reaching out to snatch it away only for it to dodge your attempt and scurry over to your bed. It seemed to enjoy the janky mattress as it took it upon itself to lay down and begin clawing at the prize it had stolen.

Cautiously you go over to lay back down on your bed, the cat not even sparing your movement a glance. You still decide to keep your distance just in case the creature wants to change its mind and decide to claw at you next. In the morning you plan to try and see if anyone in the building had recognized the beast but there wasn’t much you could do in the middle of the night.

Frustrated, you stare at the cat and raise an eyebrow, looking back and forth between it and your dresser across the room. “how did you manage to get that open, huh?”

the cat just stared back at you without a thought behind its eyes and you shake your head, “now i’m talking to a cat, definitely time for bed.” you say with a sigh, throwing your head back onto the pillow and pulling the comforter up to your chin. For a while you stare up at the ceiling, finding the dream world alluding to you before finally you fall back to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, eyes watched you from the shadows, head fixed in your direction as if it was afraid to turn away. It stood looming, before suddenly it disappeared.

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The next day's temperature was not as forgiving as yesterdays but, despite that, you still clutch a large size cup of steaming coffee in your hand as if it was a life saver. Your raggedy hair and the puffy bags under your eyes basically scream sleep deprivation as you walk into the office building. Most of your coworkers can sense the bad vibes radiating off your figure from a mile away.

“Geez y/n did you get mugged on your way to work?” Jimin greeted you upon your arrival to your desk, platinum blonde head swiveling around to glance over your figure. “Or maybe fall in a ditch somewhere?”

You scoff, “Good Morning to you too, asshole.” Your sarcasm had him letting out a laugh just as you place your already half finished drink down and plop heavily into the padded chair on your side of the circular desk. “I wasn’t mugged. I mean- well technically, if you can consider a cat a mugger than yes, I was totally mugged.”

Your response had Jimin raising an eyebrow at you and he leaned back in his chair, “A cat? Really?”

“Yes Jimin, a cat!” you whisper loudly, aggravated. “First it stole my underwear then it proceeded to steal my sleep. I don’t even know where it came from but it must’ve been hell because it wouldn’t leave me alone all night.” you were struggling to keep your voice down the more you started to recall last night.

You should’ve known better than to let a strange cat into your bed but it seemed innocent enough, at least until it tried clawing your eyes out for accidentally rolling over into its spot. Technically all the spots on the bed were yours since it was your bed, but apparently the cat hadn’t got the memo and practically bullied you onto the floor. The hardwood esque flooring sure did look good but, damn, was it cold. You couldn’t have been happier when you saw the little girl frantically running around the hallway as if looking for something this morning, only to let out a cry of happiness when she saw you holding her monster of which you gladly handed over.

“Well that wouldn’t have happened if you had just stayed with Jennie,” you couldn't stop the laugh of disbelief that spill from your lips and just roll your eyes at the idea. Jimin whines and scoots his chair closer to you, “C’mon y/n! It wasn’t even that bad! I swear you just suck at keeping track of stuff, I mean just look at your desk!”

He juts a finger towards your haywire mess of mixed papers and files with a couple of miscellaneous paper clips here and there. You barely even spare him a glance as you start typing away at your computer, pretending as if he hadn’t just suggested the stupidest thing in the world. “Uh-huh sure.”

“Fine, but don’t say I never tried to help you. I did everything I could to find a roommate for you and I honestly thought Jennie would've worked out.” he says with a pout. No matter how many times you two have this same conversation about the situation with Jennie, Jimin always seems to make you feel bad about not being grateful for his help.

It has you letting out a sigh, “I know Jiminie.” you say, using his nickname to try and pacify him, “How about you come over tonight and we can watch the office, hmm?”

Jimin was reluctant to cave in and continues to pout, but finally he concedes and accepts your request, “That was a dirty trick, Y/N. You know I can never say no to the office.” His complaint just makes you laugh.

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Jungkook didn’t know how long you’d be gone and in that moment he was too preoccupied to care, hands stuffed down in his pants and a familiar wad of cotton shoved harshly against his nose.

The minute you had left this morning, fresh out of the shower and a cup of coffee in your hand, Jungkook had immediately found himself back in your room snooping around and messing with things he knew he shouldn't have been. But he couldn’t stop himself from just taking a peek and since you had left your room in total disarray this morning after stressing over what to wear he didn’t feel like it was totally his fault for picking it up.

When he had first seen it, sprawled across the ground, he thought it was some type of weird string or perhaps some type of headband. It wasn’t until he had seen the distinct victorias secret label printed on the back that he realized just exactly what was in his hand. At first he was just going to place it back where he had found it, embarrassed with the fact that he had even picked up something so intimate, but when he remembered just how infatuated the cat was with the item last night he began to wonder what made them so great. That train of thought somehow had turned into him stuffing his nose into the material instead. When he first placed his nose against it, he was hesitant, but instantly the aroma had his eyes slipping shut and a groan escaping past his lips.

“F-fuck!” he moans, hips canting up into his hand as he continues stroking at himself. His member had gotten hard so fast after smelling the lingering scent of you on the thong that he had wasted no time in unzipping his pants and palming at himself. At some point, he had pulled his cock out entirely and started thumbing at the weeping head, precum making the slide even easier.

Your underwear was practically glued to his face at this point and all he could smell was you as he continues sniffing at the material, whines escaping past his lips every time he caught a particularly strong scent. Jungkook jerks tirelessly at himself, head thrown back and fingers gently squeezing at the base on every downstroke in an attempt to hold off the inevitable, but he can already feel his abs tightening with a familiar coil.

He bit at his plump red lips, barely even capable of holding in his moans, “Y/N” he groans out as he continues racing towards his climax, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

But just before he can reach his glorious orgasm he hears the familiar sound of keys jingling in the door, the entrance of the apartment unlocking. It has him scrambling from his spot where he leans against the wall and hastily pulling his pants up. Briefly he glances at the underwear in his hand, debating on what he should do with it before he slyly shoves it into his pants pocket, disappearing only a second before you burst through the bedroom door.

“Jimin, you better not open the wine without me!” You shout down the hallway, work heels dangling from your hand as you fling yourself onto the foot of the bed. The rest of your work day had been exhausting, all the countless calls and meetings you had to schedule for your boss had you basically itching for a drink. That was the only thing you had in mind when you drove back home with Jimin and you can barely get into your sweats fast enough.

Jimin’s first impression of your apartment was that it was small, alot smaller than he had assumed based on how much you had been bragging about it, but still it was quaint. “No promises!” he replies back from inside your kitchen, already scavenging through your cupboards to find something yummy to eat. Of course it’s empty, he thinks to himself after finding nothing and letting out a sigh of defeat. And, of course, you didn’t have a couch so he was just left to stand there awkwardly, staring into the reflective glass of the wine bottle as he waited for your return.

He quickly finds himself getting lost in his train of thought, mind reeling about all the things he had to do tomorrow at work as he hums unconsciously. But when he peeps the figure that showed up behind him in the reflection, it has him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. Jimin hadn’t heard the telltale sign of your steps signalling your return so the sight had him spinning around in alarm, only to be met with the same empty space behind him. It has him shaking his head and rubbing at his eyes, chalking it up to his imagination and the stress from the job. When he sees you finally emerge around the corner from the hallway, he holds the bottle out to you. “Here, I don’t think I’m gonna drink much. Already going crazy as it is.”

His words just have you looking at him weirdly before you mutter out a confused okay and lead him back to your room. “Sorry I don’t have a tv yet, but we can still watch it on my laptop!” you express before letting him join you on your bed and pulling up netflix on your computer. You and him manage to get engrossed into the show quick enough, passing the wine bottle back and forth as you two laugh and become a tiny bit tipsy.

The sight of Jimin sitting next to you, so close and on your bed at that, has Jungkook practically fuming. Who was this guy? And why was he in your home? Our home, Jungkook corrects himself. He didn’t like the scene in front of him, jaw tensing and fists balling up next to his side. Finally, he decides that he needs to do something about it.

The incident with the wine bottle earlier had merely been an accident, he was just being nosey and trying to catch a glimpse at the intruder. But this time, as he once again let his shadowy figure show over in the far corner of your bedroom, he was doing it completely on purpose. And to his amusement the movement catches Jimin's attention from over on the bed, unbeknownst to you who is completely occupied with whatever is on the screen. Jungkook sees the man wipe at his eyes again as he did earlier, but instead of disappearing like he had done before, Jungkook merely steps closer, careful not to alert you.

Jimin shoots up from his spot next to you, “AH- I mean I...uh think I need to go to the bathroom!” you raise an eyebrow at his outburst before nodding and pointing him in the direction of the bathroom. He can’t get there fast enough, barely walking into the room before he practically slams the door behind him and leans against it, holding his hand to his chest.

His feet manage to get him over to the sink and he begins splashing water on his face as he tries to wrap his head around what he just saw in your room. Jimin knows he definitely saw something there, or did he? He can;t figure it out and in frustration begins rubbing aggressively at his eyes to try and set whatever had come loose in his mind straight. But when he lifts his head to take a glimpse in the mirror, he practically shits his pants at the face that looms behind him.

“Get out.” Jungkook growls.

Jimin screams bloody murder, “WHAT THE FUCK!” he yells, practically ripping the bathroom door off its hinges as he runs out and down the hall. You hear the commotion and rush out of your room, stopping him in the hallway and trying to get him to calm down. “Jimin, what the hell are you doing?!”

He just ducks around your figure and continues his way towards your front door, “Y/N I don’t know what type of sick prank you’re trying to play on me but I’m leaving. I’ll just see you at work tomorrow.” he says hurriedly, rushing out the door and slamming it behind him.

You couldn’t do anything but stare at the spot from where he had just left in shock, completely confused on what had happened. But you know Jimin had always been weird and you didn’t spend too much time mulling it over before shrugging and heading back to your room. You sigh, “More wine for me I guess.”

After that you proceed to drink yourself into a stupor, falling unconscious with your body hanging halfway off the bed and empty wine bottle still in hand, the sound of your computer still playing in the background. You didn’t know if it was the wine helping you out but not too soon after falling asleep you were already quickly drifting off to dreamland behind your closed eyelids.

“How could you let him in here?” the same voice from the night before sounds around you. This time you were no longer in your bed, instead you stood in your empty kitchen, pushed up against the counter by the doe eyed stranger. His eyes no longer held the same curiosity and wonder they once had, but anger.

“W-what?” You stutter out, completely caught off guard by his accusing tone. “Let who in where?”

Your confusion only seemed to make him madder and he lets out a growl, “That idiot! How could you let him in?!” His words immediately makes it click, he was talking about Jimin. “This is supposed to be our home not his.”

The boy’s face is full of betrayal and you could tell his feelings were wounded. But the way he was talking was as if the apartment belonged to the both of you and last time you checked, only your name was on the lease. Your gaze is questioning as you continue to digest what he said, staring back at him and detecting the jealousy that was radiating from him. “Why do you care so much? I still don’t even know who you are.”

The internal battle showed on Jungkook's face, why did he care so much? He didn’t know why he was becoming so possessive over you, but the look on your face had him sighing. He raises a familiar hand up to your cheek, hesitating when your glare didn’t waver and hovering it there until you relax into him. His starry eyes gazed into yours, “I’m sorry.”

Your face softens at his words and you nod to show that you accepted his apology. The boy continues to look you over as if trying to memorize every feature of your face and when he seems to find what he’s looking for in them he begins leaning his head down closer. Your breath hitches in your throat at the action and you wait with bated breath as he slowly puts his mouth against yours. His lips are so cold to the touch it has you gasping, goosebumps rising on your skin, but you quickly adjust to the difference and with a sigh you begin returning the action.

It seemed like he was only waiting for your approval because as soon as you start moving your lips back against his, he begins deepening the kiss. The hand that once laid on your cheek begins moving down to grasp your neck gently, no real pressure there but the intention all the same. His other hand also finds its way to your hip, pulling you closer to his own so that you are pressed chest to chest with the counter still against your back. He nips at your bottom lip causing you to let out a hiss and giving him an opening to slide his tongue in between your lips and run over yours.

The kiss was beginning to have an effect on you and at that point you are practically chasing after his lips, straining on the tips of your toes to apply the same amount of pressure back against him. Jungkook notices you struggling and lifts you up onto the counter, setting you down and beginning to trail his lips down your neck. Immediately he begins leaving bruises in his wake, teeth nipping at any expanse of skin he can find. It has you hiccuping out small moans and gasps as your nails dig into his shoulders.

��Uh I need...please...” You breathe out, words hesitating.

“Jungkook.” he mumbles against your neck. “My name is Jungkook.”

Beep!Beep!Beep!

The annoying sound of your work alarm has your eyes snapping open, chest heaving from the scare and you immediately sit up straight and begin looking around your room as if searching for something. When you finally realize you’re alone, you relax back into bed and stare up at the ceiling, trying to wrap your head around the small amount that you recall from your dream.

Raw bitten lips and soft hands trailing down over your figure flashed behind your eyelids and had you shuddering. You can't match a face to the mouth and hands that had roused such a reaction out of you and it frustrates you that you were grasping at straws trying to remember. The lingering feeling of lips on your neck sends a throb directly to your core and you can tell your skin was flushed. A deep sigh escapes you, “I need a cold shower.”

The dream stayed at the forefront of your mind the entire time you got ready even when you were in the shower, itching for relief to take yourself where the dream hadn’t. But since you were already late for work and rushing as usual, you didn’t have the time to do anything besides just wash yourself up and begin looking for something to wear. Upon opening the top dresser of your drawer to look for a set of underwear you’re met with the sight of gaps in your meticulous organization system. Not only was your favorite pair of comfortable work underwear missing but so was a thong you reserved specifically for going out. It has you tilting your head in confusion as you sweep your eyes around the room to see if they had been misplaced but with time ticking you couldn’t do much more and just chalk it up to them being in the laundry before finishing up and heading off to work.

As the next couple of weeks was spent busy with work and assignments you barely had much time to spend on yourself. However, an upside to the countless hours of labor your boss had you doing was ultimately getting a paycheck and as soon as you got your next one you began shopping to furnish the apartment. Of course you save some of it to go towards next month's bills and you get most of the new pieces from the swap meet but still it was something. Plus it looked like you were going to have to open up a savings account just to go towards a new collection of underwear as every week a new pair seemed to get lost despite there not even being that much space to hide.

“It's like they’re evaporating into thin air or something and I have no idea where they could be. I literally looked everywhere, Yoongi.” You tell your friend as two you sit enjoying a hot cup of coffee at a cafe down the street from his studio.

“Hmm well maybe that cat really liked how your underwear tasted.” His response was simply met with a face full of napkins.

Despite Yoongi’s snide remark it does have you thinking. Perhaps that kid's cat was still sneaking back into your apartment, I mean it did it once it could do it again for all you know. But you didn’t have time to get all worked up about it and just decide to buy some cheap off brand granny panties from the supermarket to get yourself by. Good thing the weekend was right around the corner and when it finally came you knew exactly what you were doing.

The sound of hot rushing water has your shoulders instantly relaxing, your hand swirling a cup of sweet smelling red wine as you stand watching the water rise. Nothing and you meant nothing felt better than when you finally sink down into the old porcelain tub, steam opening your pores as the water sloshes around your shoulders. “Fucking finally.” you mutter to yourself with a sigh, head laying back on the towel you had folded neatly behind you. Instantly it was like the weeks of stress from moving in and working nonstop melts off your bones and you feel ten times younger. You almost forget that you had done all of this to have a better life, not drive yourself into the ground.

You can’t help but let your mind drift back to the memories of the dreams you had been having almost every night. The kisses and touches from the faceless stranger quickly stirring up heat in your center. It seemed like every dream was only getting more and more exciting but just before you would find yourself trying to escalate it beyond just the sweet taste of his lips, you would wake up more frustrated than before. Your body was practically begging for it, but you just continued to push it off, shoving down your sexual frustrations for nex time. Problem is there was never a next time and you didn’t remember the last time you had an actual orgasm.

Slowly your hand begins tracing circles on the apex of your thighs under the water as you contemplate it, “Maybe it has been a long time.” you whisper to yourself finally caving in. Without a second thought your hand takes the leap, sinking down further to rub at your aching cunt that you had neglected for so long. A long drawn out sigh escapes as you feel yourself getting worked up, fingers quickly finding the bud that was nestled between your lips. It has your back arching from where it met the tub and legs spreading to accommodate your hand.

You spend a couple minutes toying with yourself just like that, one hand rubbing at your clit and the other flicking your nipples teasingly. But you know you wouldn’t be able to fully reach your climax sitting in there and decide to take it back to your room, cunt throbbing impatiently while you dry yourself off and drain the bathtub. Since it had been so long since you had indulged yourself like this, you decide to treat yourself and pull out your handy dandy vibrator. A not very big but still mighty sleek black rabbit with gold trim and over seven power settings. You don’t waste much time teasing and immediately you’re holding the toy against yourself, set to one of the highest vibrations.

“Shit!” You moan out, a laugh escaping as you already start to feel the signs of your orgasm approaching. You bite at your lip to try and conceal some of your noises, still stuck in the habit of trying to be quiet for the sake of a roommate. But it feels so good a couple managed to slip by as you pick up the pace of the vibrator, hips thrusting up to meet your motions.

You’re so distracted you don;t see Jungkook over in the corner of the room who watches intently from his spot. He had tried to be courteous when he caught you fondling yourself in the bathroom, you were a woman and you did have needs. But when he sees you pull that toy out of the small box you hid in your drawer and start holding the buzzing object against your clit he couldn’t look away. Jungkook had always wondered what you kept in there but didn’t particularly care enough to check, he was too preoccupied with stealing your underwear.

So as he continues to watch, eyes sweeping over your naked figure from head to toe as you quiver in pleasure, Jungkook can’t stop the hand that had found itself unconsciously pulling his cock out of his pants. From his spot he can see the way your nipples pebble in the open air and the point where the toy met your mound. His hand takes up the pace you held as you fuck yourself swiftly.

“A-ah feels s’ good…” you whine to no one in particular, mind conjuring up images of a man with dark brown hair and sultry eyes that sang of corrupted innocence. You didn’t know where the inspiration came from but it has you throwing your head back in welcome and exposing the apex of your throat as if asking for something. Secretly, Jungkook knows what it was you wanted and has to hold himself back from going over there and giving it to you.

“So good for me.” he whispers to himself, trying to keep the groan he wants to let out at the sight down to keep from alerting you. He just spits in his hand to make the glide easier as he starts thrusting into his hand, imagining the tight squeeze was your weeping cunt.

The buzz of the toy rings loud in the room along with the sound of your whines and moans as you continue rubbing it against your bud, occasionally slipping it down to tease at your entrance. The palm of your hand must've accidentally clicked the button on the end because suddenly kicking up to the last setting and your mouth opens in a silent scream. You can’t do much but just take it, hips raising off the bed and head thrown back with your eyes rolling back. Your legs are shaking with pleasure and suddenly the string that was holding your climax back snaps and you’re tipping over the edge.

“Jungkook!” you scream out, mind going blank and calling out a name you had never heard but still sounded so familiar. It has said man cursing and almost doubling over as cum bursts from the leaking tip of the swollen member in his fist. The pleasure ringing in your ears was too loud to hear the moans that he let out and you just continue letting the shockwaves roll through your figure, chest heaving from the effort.

When you finally come down from your high, you can only stare at the ceiling, limbs like jelly. The calming feeling of the orgasm warming you from the inside out has you smiling in content as you roll over and take a minute to collect yourself. Jungkook just continues to watch you silently, cock tucked back in and hand still covered in his own cum. His face holds a look of concentration as he internally weighs the pros and cons of the plan he was conjuring up in his mind because deep down, he knew he needed to have you.

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A hand trailing up your side is what initially catches your attention, but what has you coming to was the feeling of teeth nipping at the nape of your neck. You don’t recall falling asleep but you recognize the touch and immediately know it’s the stranger that was visiting you every night. You crane your neck to catch a glimpse and meet his gaze, eyes simmering with lust.

“Don’t tease…” You whisper, voice breathy as you find yourself already starting to get riled just from the feeling of his fingers rubbing against your skin. He just smiles and places a gentle kiss on your lips, letting out a mischievous chuckle when he sees you try and chase after his mouth.

“I don’t plan to.” he says and flips you over onto your back, broad figure coming up to hover above you. Immediately his lips find your neck, his favorite place to start, and he begins trailing down to your chest all the while leaving hickeys in his wake.

All you can do is watch as he sets a torturous pace between lavishing at the swell of your breast and gently kissing the skin. When he finally decides to take one of your hard nipples into his mouth it has you letting out a whine, “Ah!” you cry, hands coming up to grip his shoulders. You feel his smile against your skin at your reaction. His smugness has you biting your lip, deciding to hold in your noises so as to not give him the satisfaction.

He notices your stubbornness as his eyes find yours and he mumbles against the mound he was still licking at, “Don’t try and fight it Y/N. I want to hear how pretty you sound.” he says before gently nipping at the bud in his mouth making you hiss.

You want to shoot him a glare for his roughness but can’t stop your eyes from slipping shut when you feel his tongue flick over the nipple as if to soothe it. He just watches as you start to let yourself relax into his teasing, hand straying down your hip to cup your cunt. Your hips jump at the sudden touch but when he starts rubbing a fingertip up and down your slit, smearing your wetness around, you breath out a moan and toss your head back against the pillow. The slow build of pleasure he was giving you felt so good but was quickly making you frustrated.

“Please, I feel so empty.” you say and buck up into his hand. He pulls his hand away in retaliation and waits for you to calm down, which you do regrettably with a whine. When he sees you finally start to behave his hand goes back to its ministrations, this time rubbing at your clit. He continues this for a while along with alternating back and forth between both of your breasts. Occasionally his fingertip finds its way down to your entrance, dipping in just enough to give you a taste and make you moan at the stretch before pulling back and going back to the bundle of nerves. The pleasure feels so good and you quickly become distracted by the climbing climax you feel stirring in your core. It all felt so real it was hard for you to believe that you were dreaming.

Jungkook feels his heart swell at the sight of your hips grinding down on his hand in your sleep as you let cute little moans slip out of your mouth. After watching the show you put on earlier in the night, he couldn’t help but let himself sneak into your bed no matter how bad he felt about it. And you had made it so easy for him, falling asleep naked atop the covers like this. It was like you were begging him to touch you.

But he wants more of you “I just want a little taste.” he mumbles to himself, followed up by him scooting down your legs, face stopping right above your mound. His hands take up residence on your thighs so he can pull them apart as he stares hungrily at you.

Feeling the stimulation you were so desperately chasing after in your dream stopping so abruptly has you stirring in your sleep and when you feel the cool air touch your exposed cunt your eyes open, still heavy with sleep. When you realize that the hold on your legs you had been feeling hadn’t stopped with your lucidness your drowsiness completely vanishes.

“Wha’?” you question as your gaze flits down to where you feel the touch between your legs. Seeing the stranger you had been dreaming about for so long right here in front of you has your heart leaping up into your throat and you freeze. You open your mouth to protest but are silenced when you feel his tongue lick a fat stripe up from your entrance to your clit causing you to moan wantonly. The way he was using his fingers to spread your lips open had you whining in embarrassment from feeling so exposed. “Please!” you cry out, but whether it was a plea for him to stop or to keep going you didn’t know.

Jungkook can feel himself hardening at the sound of your cries, but right now the need to devour you was stronger than his need to cum. So when he doesn't hear any more complaints and your hips continue to chase after his mouth, he takes it as a sign to keep going, tongue licking up all the arousal that's leaking out of you.

The taste of you dripping into his mouth and down his chin has him letting out his own moans and in an effort to get more it delves into your hole and begins thrusting it in and out. He could feel your spongy walls squeezing down onto him and knew that you were probably getting close, especially since he had spent so long teasing you while you slept. So Jungkook decides to take mercy on you and brings a thumb up to rub at your clit, matching the rhythm of his tongue.

“Oh god!” you moan, hands gripping onto the dark mop of hair atop his head to ground yourself as your legs shake in his hold. The stimulation of being filled and having someone else finally touching you this way after so long was getting too much. And you were still sensitive from earlier when you had used your vibrator on yourself and his assault on your clit was bordering on painful. But that didn’t stop the pleasure from racking your form as your back arches off the bed and you start spiraling to your end.

Jungkook pulls his tongue away and replaces it quickly with two digits, continuing to push you closer to climax as he gazes at you in pure want. “I want to hear you say my name again.” he breathes out. He sees the confusion that flashes on your face before quickly being replaced when he gives a particular hard thrust with his fingers. “You know it Y/N, just say it for me one more time.”

You can barely register what he’s talking about and your head shakes back and forth as you so desperately chase after your orgasm. He can tell you’re heading over the edge quickly and gives one final thrust, this time curling his fingers inside you to hit that spot he knew would finish you. “Go ahead, princess. Cum.”

His command is what does you in, your body going stiff as you feel yourself cream on his fingers. You let out a drawn out moan, “S-shit! Jungkook!”. The grip you have on his hair is probably ripping out strands, but you don;t seem to care as your body is wracked with pleasure, orgasm ebbing through you. When Jungkook could tell you were starting to come down he slips his fingers out of you and maneuvers out of your hold, backing up towards the end of the bed.

As soon as you’re able to regain your senses it suddenly clicks in your brain what had just happened. The stranger from your dreams was real and he was in your apartment AND he had just given you probably the best head you’d had in awhile. “What the fuck is happening?!” You screech, scrambling upright in the bed and huddling close to the pillows as you hurriedly try to cover yourself and preserve what little modesty you had left. “How are you even here?! And who the fuck are you?!”

Jungkook just sighs, “I’m Jungkook...pretty sure we’ve been over this already.” he mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. His reply has you sending a glare his way.

“Well how I was supposed to know if that was your real name or not?!”

“You’ve called it out plenty enough times for it to be real at this point.” your leg flew out to give him a kick to the thigh at his snarky response but when your foot goes right through him you let out another screech and scurry off the bed across the room.

“You- you-” Your mind can’t seem to find the right word as you point at the man, hand shaking and eyes wide with fear. “My foot just went through your leg!”

“Yeah I can do that sometimes.” Jungkook says and proceeds to turn transparent, pale skin no longer looking solid but as if you could stick your hand straight through and he would come out unscathed. “I’m a ghost Y/N.”

All you could do was stand there, mouth agape and brain going completely haywire at his words. For a minute Jungkook thinks he has completely broken you until he watches as you calmly walk over to your closet to pull out some sweats and a shirt, dressing yourself before starting to head out of the room. He was confused but still got up from his spot on the bed to follow you as you proceeded towards the front door. “Wait! Where are you going?!” he says.

You turn on the heel of your foot and just stare at him bewildered, “There is a man, claiming to be a ghost, who can turn transparent in my apartment. I am going to check myself into the psych ward because I am obviously going nuts.”

Jungkook looks at you in concern. “Y/N I’m serious! I’m a ghost, I used to live here. I don’t know how long I’ve been like this but I can assure you that I’m no longer alive.” he could see you starting to realize the seriousness in his voice, “Trust me, you’re not crazy.”

Your gaze stays trained on him as you continue to digest what exactly he was saying before you seem to finally accept his claim. It has Jungkook visibly relaxing as he lets out a sigh of relief. But now that you knew you weren’t losing your mind your sense of curiosity was sparked. “Um if you don’t mind me asking..how exactly did you get like-” you gesture wildly to his figure “-this.”

He bites at his lip anxiously, “You mean how did I die?” you seem to have realized how invasive your question had been because he saw the embarrassed look that crossed your face as you nod nervously. “I don’t..I don’t really remember. I mean I guess I do? But it’s kind of a blur and I’ve never been able to piece it together no matter how hard I’ve tried.”

The two of you stand in silence for a while, awkwardly standing in the middle of your empty living room. You didn’t really know what to say, torn between both the fear and wonder that came with having a ghost in front of you. “Do you want me to leave?”

Jungkook's question catches you off guard. “What?! No no, I couldn’t make you do that!”

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t have anywhere else to go but its not like I could die-”

“Jungkook, it's honestly fine! This was your home first!” you say trying to get him to remove any thought of him not being welcomed, “As long as you um...stop popping up in my dreams and all that.” Your words have him blushing, cheeks blooming red and eyes widening in embarrassment.

“Yeah yeah no completely valid. I’m really sorry I don’t know why I did that. I didn’t think it would escalate that far.” Jungkooks words flow out of his mouth so fast they jumble together. “I'll return your underwear too.”

That has you letting out a sound of realization as you put two and two together, “You’re the underwear thief?! I thought that stupid cat was doing it!” He just chuckles nervously and bashfully looks at the ground as he plays with his hands, hating how much of a pervert he must’ve sounded like. You giggle at his reaction, “It’s okay Jungkook. We can just put that behind us, yeah?”

His face lights up with a small smile, those bunny teeth you remember vaguely seeing peeking out from behind his lips. “Yeah that would be great.”

After the two of you talk a little more about how everything would work around here from now on, you both part ways, you going back to your bed and Jungkook going to wherever he went at night. Briefly you hope that wouldn’t be your dreams but the twinge of absence you feel at the thought has you second guessing that maybe that hope was misplaced.

Over the next couple of weeks the two of you begin to settle into a bit of a routine. He was kind enough to respect your boundaries after your talk and, much to your delight, actually returned a few of your underwear to your drawers. Jungkook even went as far as to start making your coffee for you in the morning. “I know you hate having to rush to work so I just thought this would make it easier for you!” was his excuse. You had felt your heart skip a beat when he said that, grin stretching across his face sheepishly along with a blush.

Everything was going so smooth it almost felt normal, well as normal as living with a ghost in your apartment could be. But if there was one thing you can complain about, it was the sexual tension that undoubtedly remained around the two of you no matter how hard you had tried to push it down. You could feel it when he sometimes caught you coming out of the bathroom fresh out of the shower and only covered in towel, his eyes following the droplets of water as they flowed down your skin. Or how when you got back from a run and your body was covered in so much sweat your shirt clung to every part of your chest and his gaze couldn’t help but follow your pert behind as you walked past him in those godforsaken tight exercise shorts. It was killing the both of you.

You can’t even try and calm yourself down either as you’re too paranoid that he would accidentally catch you or be spying on you from somewhere in the shadows. Him catching you in the act wouldn’t even be the problem actually, but him hearing you call his name out while you did it is what you would never be able to live down. The man was the focal point of all your fantasies at this point and there was no guarantee that you would be able to stop yourself from calling out for him in the heights of pleasure.

But as the days ticked by and you felt your muscles grow stiff from work, the itch at the back of your head telling you to just cave in and give yourself just a tiny bit of release grew more persistent. Today had been a particularly bad day, your horniness making you so antsy that even Jimin noticed judging by the weird looks he was sending you the entire time you two sat at your desks. And when Jungkook greeted you once you got home you didn’t even have it in you to meet his eyes, only squeaking out a small ‘hi’ before rushing past him. You had planned to just ignore it like you had been doing so far but that seemed to be easier said than done.

Tonight Jungkook had suggested that you guys watch something new he said was premiering tonight. And since all your new furniture had been delivered, the two of you would be able to sit and watch it on the tv at a safe distance instead of having to share your bed and huddle entirely too close over your small laptop.

The movie was actually pretty good once you start watching it and not internally screaming at being in the same room as the man who made you want to jump on his dick at any second. Your attention became completely absorbed in the screen, so much so that you forgot that Jungkook was even sitting down on the couch from you. But when the mood in the scene suddenly changes and the two feuding main characters start tearing each other's clothes off (talk about plot twist) you gulp. Suddenly you’re all too aware of how easily it would be to just scoot over and climb on top of his lap.

You try to focus your mind on anything but the moans coming from the movie but after being so pent up, just watching the shots of pleasured filled faces has your core throbbing. Images of the dreams you used to share with Jungkook run through your mind and you can’t stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together in an effort to relieve some of the ache between your legs.

Next to you, Jungkook could tell that what was happening in the movie was affecting you. He had tried to be on his best behavior these past few weeks as he was trying to make up for the bad impression he made when you first moved in. But he can see the movement of your thighs and was barely holding on to the shred of chivalry he had left. Maybe if he just offers you a little help it would be okay?

“Y/N-” he starts out, reaching a hand over to touch your leg in an effort to catch your attention. Immediately the feeling of his warm palm laying on you after so long has you letting out a small moan escape your lips, your hands slapping over your mouth the minute you realize. You shut your eyes in embarrassment and you can feel your face flushing with heat.

Jungkook opens his mouth to say something but you can’t bear to hear it. “I’m going to my room!” You say hopping up from the couch and rushing down the hallway to your bedroom, the sound of the door slamming shut behind you ringing around the apartment. You’re completely mortified by what happened out there in the living room. Were you that horny that just a simple touch had you wanting to risk it all?

Your back was pressed against the door and your mind was racing as you internally curse at yourself. But the sound of a knock on the door has you jolting up as you squeak, “Go away!”

You hear Jungkook shuffle on the other side of the door, “Y/N? Can you open the door? I just want to talk.”

“Jungkook, I’m fine! I just need a minute!” You lie and hope that he believes you. But of course, this was Jungkook, and he pays no mind to your words as he walks straight through the closed door. Fuck ghosts and their stupid nonsolid bodies. “Jungkook, I thought we talked about you not using your weird ghost powers to invade my privacy!”

“You didn’t give me much of a choice, I asked nicely.” He says while raising his hands up innocencently. You sigh exparrated and crossed your arms in irritation before turning your back towards him. “Y/N, when are you going to stop pretending?” Jungkook says from behind you.

His question makes you stiffen as you know exactly where he was heading with this. “...Pretending about what?” you say feigning cluelessness.

“Pretending that you don’t want me.” the response makes you gulp, heart pounding in your chest. You hear him step closer, “I see the way you look at me..and I know you see the way I look at you too.” The feeling of his hand landing on your shoulder makes you gasp before suddenly you’re turned around and pulled closer to his chest, your head tilting up to look at his face. His eyes are staring deep into yours and you can see the lust swimming in them, it has you biting at your lip. Jungkooks gaze follows the movement.

“Jungkook, I…” you trail off as you get lost in his dark irises, feeling the tension in the room start to grow. “I need you.”

At that, he squeezes you tightly in response “You have me.”

Jungkook didn’t waste time before walking you backwards towards the bed, both of your hands scrambling over each other's body as your lips locked. There was so much pent up want between the both of you that you didn't even take time easing into it, teeth nipping at each other's lips and your tongues fighting for dominance. When you feel the edge of the bed knock against the back of your knees you sit down, pulling Jungkook down over you as you lay spread out across the sheets.

His broad shoulders tower over you making you feel so small compared to him, but inwardly you love the feeling of being completely overpowered by the man. Jungkook breaks the kiss to pull his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room before he dives back down to start mouthing at the corner of your jaw. “Hmm take this off.” he says as he tugs at your top. You don’t need much convincing and slightly raise yourself to lift it over your head, Jungkook backing up to accommodate the movement. You hadn’t been wearing a bra as you normally didn’t when lounging around the apartment so when Jungkook catches sight of your pert nipples hardening in the exposed air he lets out a groan. “Y/N, I fucking love your tits.”

His crude compliment makes you laugh but it’s interrupted when he takes a bud into his mouth, his hand coming to fondle the other one. He rolls your nipple between his teeth, alternating between flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. His ministrations has your back arching into his embrace as you let out small breathy gasps. You can feel his member hard in his jeans against your leg and reach down to tug on the waistband of the pants. “Jungkook, come on. Wan’ you.” you mumble, quickly growing impatient.

He just chuckles and pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting his lips back to it. He heeds your bratty command and pops the button of his pants, standing up briefly to pull them down along with his underwear. The sight of his cock has you squeezing around nothing. In all your dreams you had never gotten so far as to him inside you, so seeing it for the first time was breathtaking. It wasn’t big per se but it certainly was longer than average and it had girth to it that would definitely have you stretching to accommodate. A couple small veins run up the side of it and your eyes follow them up to the bright red head that had already begun leaking with precum.

It has you rushing to take the rest of your clothes off as well, tossing them to the side before looking up at him lustfully, parting your legs in welcome. His gaze instantly lands on your cunt, watching your hole twitch as if begging to be filled. It has his breath catching and he crawls his way back over you, one hand placed next to your head to hold himself up while the other trails down your side and in between your legs.

You whine when you feel his finger prod at your entract instead of what you really wanted. He let out a chuckle at that, “Sorry princess I have to get you prepped first.” he says, a digit circling around your entrance to spread your arousal. When he deems it slick enough, he finally dips his finger inside you, moving it in and out slowly, occasionally curling it up to rub at that soft spot inside you.

“uh!” hiccup moans leave your lips as you lay back with closed eyes, letting him stretch you open in preparation. The feeling of a second finger has you gasping a little, but to ease the intrusion you feel him bring the pad of his thumb up to gently toy with your clit. He feels more of your arousal leak out around his fingers and uses that to slide in a third, the stretch of your walls making his cock twitch. He continues thrusting them for a while, listening to your sounds of pleasure before he starts scissoring them inside of you.

The pace his fingers take up pushes you to the edge and the combination of his thick fingers inside you hitting your g spot and the assault on your clit was what did you in. “Jungkook!” you cry as you climax, hips bucking to meet his hand as you cum.

He watches you intently as you topple over the edge, not stopping his fingers but slowing them down enough to ride you through your high without it being painful. You can feel your high coming down and open your eyes to look at him, biting your lip at how sexy he looks over you. “Jungkookie..” you sigh, hand trailing up his abdomen.”Wan’ your cock.”

Your words have him groaning as his member lets out another drop of precum on his thigh. He wants so badly to be inside you already but he knows the minute he is, he would be done for and it would be over too soon for his liking. So instead he proceeds to pull his fingers out, stuffing them between his lips and moaning at the taste. You watch him hungrily, already feeling empty without something inside you.

Jungkook pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop before trailing his mouth down your torso, nipping and sucking at the skin. He mumbled against your skin, “Just want to taste you first.” His nose bumps your clit when he finds his way between your legs causing your hips to jump at the sensitivity. He soothes it over with a lick, but that just has you pushing at his head. “I’m too sensitive!” you whine, trying to shut your legs.

He tuts and holds your legs open, tongue continuing to draw circles around the bundle of nerves. “Just one more, princess. One more and I’ll give you my cock, okay?”

You hesitate for a second, not knowing if you have it in you but nod in the end, afraid if you didn’t he’d never get inside you. Jungkook smiles at your confirmation and gives your thigh a kiss then goes back to licking at your clit. His tongue trails up and down your slit, dipping in and circling around your most sensitive areas. It has you turning into a panting mess especially when he finally decides to stop teasing you and cups you entirely with his mouth, proceeding to devour you as if he was starving. You can feel the juices leaking down between your lips and know the sheets were going to be an absolute mess in the morning but you don’t care, hips riding his face as your orgasm begins to build.

“S-shit!” you squeak, gripping on the sides to ground yourself as your thighs squeeze around his head. Jungkook moans at the suffocation, pace picking up as he licks up every last drop of you. It’s the vibrations from his sounds of enjoyment that has you creaming around his tongue. This time he stops once he knows you’ve cum, not wanting to push your sensitivity too much just yet, and kisses his way back up to your lips. You taste yourself in his mouth but you don’t care as you let him kiss your already raw bitten lips.

“You were so good for me, princess. ‘m gonna fuck you now.” you moan at his words, nodding your head almost embarrassingly fast.

Your legs part around his hips as you look down between your legs, seeing his rock hard member already poking its tip at your entrance. Jungkook braces himself before slowly sliding the tip inside you, both of you moaning at the feeling. His head throws back and his eyebrows furrow as he concentrates on trying not to bust his load just from entering you. “So tight..f-fuck y/n.”

You feel the same, already feeling like you’re gonna cum just from the way he stretched you out. You swear you can feel him in your stomach and he hadn’t even gotten all the way in. Your legs find their way around his hips, pulling him in closer before finally you feel the tip of his cock sit snugly against your cervix. Above you, Jungkook’s breathing heavily and you grow impatient, squeezing your walls down on him. He growls, “y/n if you keep doing that I’m not gonna be able to last long enough to make you cum.” he complains, voice strained.

You smirk and squeeze down around him again, relishing in the strained noise he makes. “Then you better hurry up and fuck me, ghost boy.” He just sends you a glare and starts pulling his hips back. For a second you think he’s going to pull out of you completely, afraid that your teasing angered him enough to stop. But instead he thrusts back into you hard, knocking the wind out of you and making stars light up in your eyes.

Instantly he takes up a rough pace, hips snapping against yours so hard you moan in both pleasure and pain. “so- so big..” you hiccup.

He growls at your words, cock picking up the pace “you like that, yeah?”

“I love your cock- i love it- ” you cry, using your legs around his waist to help you fuck yourself down onto his cock.

Jungkook pounds you with such speed it has you breathless and you can’t even form coherent words, slurring out jumbled words. He just continues rolling his hips against you as you fall apart beneath him “such a dirty slut. Fucking yourself on my cock like this.” he laughs as he sees you don’t even stop at his words. “I bet you wanted me to see you fuck yourself on that vibrator, huh? The way you called out my name like that as if I was the one in your slutty pussy.”

“yes- yes fuck me harder-” you sob around the words from pleasure, nails scratching down his back. “-wanna be your slut jungkook-”

He fucks you without mercy. You don’t even register when you feel his finger prod at the entrance to your ass. “Fuck you gonna let me in here, princess? Let me make you feel even better?”

You’re gasping with every thrust he gives and can’t respond, just letting out a chorus of “ah!ah!ah!”

He takes your lack of response as a yes and uses the liquid leaking from between the two of you as lube as his finger breaches the entrance. His hips falter at how you suck him in, “fuck! Princess, you're just begging for something to fill you up in there huh?”

Jungkooks asking too many questions and you don’t even know what he’s talking about. Too caught up in the pleasure of how his cock knocks at your womb with every thrust.

His hips snap forward to meet yours, rough enough to leave bruises, and he growls down at you “answer me” he says.

You can't stop the sounds of pleasure that tumble from between your lips as you answer through the fog “yes, yes, yes-” you moan “fill me up- i want your cock-” “You already have my cock princess, remember?” his hips grind against yours as he sits snugly inside. “You want another? Hmm so greedy, but since you asked so nicely.” Your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes rolling back into your skull so you can see the white of them. His cock is already pounding inside you, so why does it feel like he’s inside your ass now too?

Both members move in tandem inside of you. As soon as one pulls back, the other one is pushing back inside. Your mind is too far gone to understand how he’s doing this but you don’t care. I’m in heaven you think to yourself, tongue lolling out your mouth.

Above you Jungkook is grunting as he continues to pound you into the mattress, face strained from the effort. He can feel his end approaching and decides he needs to get you there first so he reaches down to stroke at your clit, matching the aggressive pace of his hips.

“Too much!” you shout “‘s too much- i can’t!”

“yes you can.” he growls, each syllable paired with a thrust as he races to the edge. “Go ahead and cum princess.”

Your body thrashes uncontrollably underneath him, curses flying from your lips. Your climax is rising and burning through you and it feels so good, his cocks feels so good pounding inside you. suddenly you’re crashing down and your mouth slacks open letting out lewd, drawn out moans as you cum,

reaching his own high, jungkook moans too, his thrusts becoming shallow and a string of curses flow from his mouth as he slumps down next to you, cock slipping out of you with a squelch. You register the feeling of his seed dripping out of you as both of your holes squeeze around nothing from being empty once again. Your legs shake and you can’t even raise an arm to wipe at the sweat that drips down your face.

He sees you struggling to make yourself comfortable and pulls you close to his chest, shushing you as you reel from the strength of the orgasm you just had. You hum at the feeling, struggling to keep yourself awake.

“Stay with me?” you say, staring up at him drowsily, completely spent.

You know your hair is a complete mess and you smell sticky with sweat but that doesn’t stop Jungkook from looking down at you, dark eyes shining like stars as he whispers, “Always.”

Jungkook held you for the rest of the night and despite the temperature difference, you slept soundly. It was weird having a roommate that you couldn’t tell your friends about or tell them that you were also sleeping with him. Even harder to not be able to tell them you were falling for him. Ultimately, Jungkook was dead and eventually you would have to part ways. But for now you were going to enjoy his ever looming presence, even if that meant your underwear was going to continue to go missing.

(Jungkook still continues to blame the cat to this day)

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actaeon (m) | jjk

pairing ➳ hunter! jungkook x godesss! reader

genre(s) ➳ smut, greek god! au, peeping tom, sort of dom! reader, masochist jungkook

rating/warnings ➳ 18+ | nsfw content, degrading, forced orgasm, overstimulation, tummy bulge, oral (female receiving), hand job, fingering, choking, male masturbation, sort of mind break, character death

word count ➳ 6.3k

summary ➳ expert hunters often found themselves consumed by the chase, pulled in by the forbidden and jungkook was no different. he watched his game through the trees, promising to be careful, to not get caught. but goddess weren’t prey and were not known to be forgiving, so he suffered, his pathos, at the hands of artemis - the hunter becoming the hunted.

gods among us collab

the world seemed to be frozen.

and the forest was so still, not even the leaves dared to rustle. all around, birds sang sweet melodies as if calling out in greeting towards the morning air and below the canopy a young hunter, blooming with naive youth, stood hidden in the brush, cheeks flushed and body tense. he could smell the familiar scent of fresh grass and feel morning dew drops landing on his head from where he crouched. but he couldn’t let that distract him as his dark round eyes gazed through thick trees, locked on a grazing doe - his prey.

although young, jungkook was no beginner, hunting since he was little and his tiny hands could fit around the hard wood of a bow. but that hadn’t lessened the feeling of adrenaline he got every time he caught a glimpse of brown fur galloping across the forest floor, blissfully unaware of their horrible fate.

snap!

the sound of a branch breaking under heavy feet had the doe’s head standing in attention, her munching jaw halting and wide eyes pointing in jungkooks direction. inwardly, he cursed, holding his breath as he saw it’s ears twitch as if trying to detect the faint sound of his heartbeat. so he waited, counting down the seconds before his prey turned its attention away, opening the way for him to take his shot. when the chance finally presented itself he slowly reached back to the quiver on his back, grabbing an arrow and loading his bow.

eyes front, elbow back, fingers taunt

jungkooks shoulders relaxed

deep breath

a beat of silence and then with a whistle, the arrow flew through the air headed straight for the target. but instead of the ailing sound of his wounded prey, the sound of a thud greeted his ears as it impaled itself in the ground. jungkook had missed.

immediately the doe took off in a sprint and jungkook with it, wind blowing through his hair and twigs scratching at his cheeks. he blamed his horrible shot on the excuse of having a bad day, decision backed up by the fact that he had already ran into a few misfortunes earlier today including a rip in his favorite chiton this morning and the spilled flask of wine on his chamber floor.

in all his years, jungkook had never missed a shot, so he swore to himself that he wouldn’t let the animal get away and then put the incident behind him, never telling a soul out of fear of being ridiculed by his six older brothers. they would never let him live it down if he did.

their chase continued through the trees, crossing fallen trunks and grassy clearings. it was only when his sandals caught the sharp end of a twig that he stopped, falling to the ground with a thud and kicking up thick mud that covered his figure from head to toe.

“oh fuck.” jungkook groaned as he lifted his head from the ground and scraped the muck from his eyes. in the distance he saw that the doe had stopped, looking back blankly at him before letting out a sound and galloping off, almost as if it was mocking him.

he felt utterly foolish. “to hell with you!” he cursed, as if it would be able to understand the hatred that dripped from his words. jungkook began to think that this wasn’t just a bad day, it was the worst day. the gods must be looking down at him and laughing from the top of mount Olympus. he wishes he could curse them too.

after gathering his bearings, jungkook clambered off the forest floor trying his best to get himself clean. unfortunately he couldn’t seem to get even an ounce of mud off, every swipe at his clothes only making him look worse.“well this is just great! now i look like a failure and i smell like shit.” he sneered down at himself. he couldn’t go home like this, it would just give his brothers more of a reason to make him into a joke more than usual.

perhaps, yugyeom, will let me borrow his bathing chamber? jungkook thought. surely the boy would make less of him, but that he could deal with. even if he does i’ll just have to beat him in another wrestling match,

“this time some where everyone can see me beat his ass.” he thought out loud to himself, letting out a snort at his own joke. jungkook just shook his head at the image his words created in his mind before deciding it was time to head back.

yet before he could turn around and head in the direction from which he came, the sound of trickling water and soft feminine humming came from across the clearing and had his ears perking in interest. he tilted his head in that direction, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. perhaps he could use whatever water he found to clean off, but what of the melody he was hearing?

what women would be out here in the middle of the woods, so far away from town and singing no less! jungkook wondered. he was intrigued and couldn’t stop himself from following the melody away from the clearing, carefully tip-toeing and afraid to make a sound.

a couple meters ahead, tucked away by shrubs, was a scene so beautiful he was shocked to even have stumbled upon it in this otherwise dull forest. instead of towering oak trees, in front of him lay bushes full and blooming of red amaranth, along with looming willow trees that eclipsed a small pond of clear blue water. although surrounded by trees and hanging flowers, the sun still managed to shine down onto the beautiful scene and much like the rest of the forest, the area was undisturbed by man and still full and steaming with life, including the beautiful woman that stood naked in the middle of the water. if not for the soothing sound of her singing, someone might have mistaken her for an ordinary woman, but jungkook could tell that wasn’t the case.

he murmured to himself, quiet enough that the words barely passed from his lips and full of awe “a goddess…” she had to be. no regular human could create such beautiful notes that whispered sweet promises in his ears and caressed his very being in such a way as hers did.

jungkook had to get a closer look so, greedily, he inched closer to the shore of the pond, still hidden but able to see more of the singer. his eyes grew even more full of enchantment at the sharper view and his mouth hung open when he saw the shining halo that seemed to surround her. it was almost as if the air around her shimmered, skin untouchable to a human. he swallowed thickly, awestruck train of thought only interrupted when he caught the sight of a shadow approaching the woman from the air. it had him ducking in panic out of fear of being caught.

in the pond, unaware of the mortal gazing in secret, you stood running a gentle hand across your body as you bathed yourself in luxurious and beautifully scented oils. after serving a strenuous couple of weeks up at mount olympus, dealing in the affairs of the gods, you rightfully deserved some time to relax and this was your activity of choice. it wasn’t often that you got to do this as you were one of the most known gods amongst the mortal realm and had a fair share of temples dedicated to you that you visited often. to humans you were known by many names: diana, patron of hunters, artemis - but your preferred title was y/n. the name allowed you, even if only for a few moments, a break from the many responsibilities that being the daughter of zeus came with. goes to show that even the goddess dedicated to wild animals and the hunt would like a minute to rest every once in a while.

unfortunately, you would always still remain a goddess and quiet moments to yourself never tend to last. and judging by the fluttering and frantic cherub flying towards you, you knew your relaxing bath was coming to an end. “what do you want, jimin, “ you sigh, not even sparing the hovering humanoid a glance as you try to finish massaging the last of the oils into your skin. “you really are a bit of a thorn in my side these days.”

the cherub just gazed shyly at you before turning its head away in a poor effort to respect your modesty. “i’m sorry my goddess, but eros once again requests your presence in his chambers back at olympus. he says it is urgent.”

everything is always urgent to taehyung, you thought to yourself with a roll of your eyes. “his raging boner is hardly an urgent matter considering he already has hundreds of maidens dying to tend to his needs.” you say sarcastically with a chuckle. you could tell your words about his master were making jimin uncomfortable as lesser beings were not often involved in the affairs of the gods. you cleared your throat, taking on a tone of regality to respect his boundaries. “apologies. but you can tell tae- i mean eros that i once again refuse his summon and will not be tending to him tonight or any day after.”

that was obviously not the answer jimin was hoping for and he whipped his head in your direction with a look of horror on his face, no longer caring about the fact you were naked. “no! please goddess if I fail to bring you back this time, he will surely clip my wings!” he shouted frantically waving his hands around and flying around nervously.

“nonsense, tell your master that if he even dares to touch a feather on your cute little wings,” jimins cheeks flushed red at your compliment “he will have to face the head of one of my arrows. and that is a promise. now please let him know that i no longer wished to be bothered during my free time.”

you flashed him a small smile, corners of your lips tilting up as you winked, keeping a secret that only you and him would know. it had jimin’s wings fluttering with giddy and he nodded his head up and down rapidly, “yes my goddess! thank you my goddess!” he flew off without another word, spinning and twirling up into the clouds. you knew he was just dying to tell the rest of the cherubs about his new found protector from the charming (yet menacing) eros. jimins theatrics had you giggling into your hand before you retreated back into silence closing your eyes and laying back gently, water enveloping your figure, and floating weightless.

your new position exposed even more of your delicate skin to the air and you shivered, feeling your nipples pebble in the breeze. you paid no mind to the concept of being caught out here as this pond was intentionally placed deep into the forest so only the best and true hunters could stumble upon it, a sort of gift for their hard work. but today it belonged to you and as no one else was here you were free to parade your body as much as you wished.

jungkook however, still going undetected, was freely enjoying the show. at this point he had dropped to his knees and was staring hungrily at you across the water, drinking you in like you were his last sip of water. ironically his mouth had gone dry at the sight of your sweet bosom peeking from atop the surface. from his spot he had the perfect view of your body splayed out and soaking in the sun. what had his breath hitching was the sight of the tuft of hair he could distinguish between your legs that surely covered what he knew to be your lovely snatch.

“perfect.” jungkook whispered in awe. he was practically bursting with the need to go over and ravish you where you lay, stuck in a state of bliss. but he knew that would surely lead to his demise and he wasn’t ready to let yet another one of his prey escape him. no not again.

instead he opted for slipping his hand down under his chiton to stroke at his member that was slowly beginning to harden. the first touch had him biting his lip to conceal gasps and leaning over with one hand on the ground to support his weight. there he kneeled, on the forest floor on all fours, hidden behind bushes and covered in dirt like an animal. yet jungkook couldn’t find it in him to stop and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to, hand already starting up a rhythm on his cock.

out on the pond the sun had begun to warm your skin so much that not even the cool splashing of the water was granting you relief. but the heat was not one of discomfort, the opposite in fact. the feeling of the rays dancing across your skin had warmth traveling up to your cheeks and warming you from the inside. in the back of your mind, you made a note to thank your brother hoseok (widely known as apollo on earth) for the beautiful weather today, but your mind was sidetracked as the wind once again gently kissed your chest.

you could feel your muscles slowly start to relax mood and raised a hand to start trailing down your stomach stopping along on the path to swirl patterns into your skin. from the side, jungkooks eyes followed your every moment, swearing he could see the goosebumps on your golden skin rising under your fingertips. but you weren’t cold and the flush of your skin showed that.

for a while you simply massaged yourself and alternated between rubbing at your skin and inching steadily closer to the mound between your legs. and as your breath grew more shallow and you got more riled up, jungkook was right there with you. but he hated teasing and wished you would just hurry up already. the pace his hand was taking up on himself was almost brutal at this point and the heat was getting to him as well, making his fringe stick to his forehead and sweat drip down his face.

jungkook was so desperate to see more he didn’t even notice himself inching closer to the shore of the pond forgetting the whole point of his hiding spot was to stay exactly that, hidden. his voice started to become uncontrolled and he began grunting freely in reaction to his approaching climax. “oh gods!” he moaned. his mind was completely lost in the pleasure, and he missed the fact that his noises had alerted the floating goddess.

for a moment, your hand stopped, and you opened your ears to listen to the sounds of the forest. perhaps it was just a deer, grazing along the outer banks? but being the goddess of the hunt meant you had spent years refining your senses, so when you picked up on the sound of shallow breathing coming from behind you, your body halted.

you knew the sound didn’t belong to one of your fellow gods as none of them, not even taehyung, would dare to try and catch you in such a state. after all you dedicated most of your temples and favored the worship of chastity over everything. and even though you strived to be a gracious and benevolent patron, you were also full of wrath for anyone who crossed you and you were especially not too keen on peeping toms.

“come out mortal,” you sat up in the water, spinning to face the direction of the intruder, hands trailing in the water as you stepped closer and narrowed your eyes, “or die hiding behind a bush like a coward.” your ears only heard the breathing increase along with the sounds of something wet and sloppy dragging along skin. your stomach was curdling with disgust and you quickly grew impatient, voice yelling across the grove, “I said come!”

jungkook jolted at your command, straining to keep his eyes open as your new position allowed him to see your godly assets even more clearly. the heaviness of your breasts and the beautiful color of your skin, his eyes took what he could and fueled his desires. he knew your proclamation was simply a demand for him to come out of his hiding spot but in his head to him you were telling him to give in to the pleasure, to let it consume him.

so with one last stroke of his thumb across the head of his cock, he lurched forward, cum bursting from his member and streaking across the scattered leaves on the ground. he moaned unabashedly, stroking himself through his orgasm before shakily collapsing forward through the brush. there he laid, completely exposed and now laying in his own fresh batch of cum, hand still wrapped around himself and vulnerable to the eyes of the goddess. but jungkook couldn’t find it in himself to feel embarrassed, body still consumed by wracks of pleasure.

to you, the sight was horrid. this human has the nerve to pleasure himself in my presence. to the sight of my sacred body, no less! you ranted angrily to yourself. “you are pathetic.”

your insult seemed to snap jungkook out of his bliss and he clambered to his knees and swallowed thickly in fear. “my goddess please- please forgive me for my shame. your body is simply..magnificent and i am weak to my own desire.” he begged.

“ yes, you are weak. a piece of scum.” your eyes had narrowed into slits, chin raising in indignation, mind already conjuring up punishments fitting to the acts of this mortal. “what do you call yourself human boy.”

“i am jungkook, my goddess.” he bowed, forehead touching the ground as he desperately tried to gain your favor. “surely you must be aphrodite. your looks befit the title.” he says, failing to realize that he was only making the situation worse. your eyes opened wide with anger and you radiated with so much fury that the other gods up on olympus could practically feel it, “how dare you! i am artemis, goddess of the hunt and you have done nothing but spell your own fate with your mistake.”

his heart skipped a beat and he looked up in shock. he couldn’t believe his ears, gazing at your towering form from his place on the ground. “artemis…” he whispered in disbelief. jungkook worshipped you. he had spent years visiting your temples, leaving nothing but the ripest fruits and most succulent of meats. he strived to one day be as good as you, the one person who never lost her prey. but he could recognize the fire in your eyes from his many years as a hunter. it was the same look he got when he accomplished a kill, how he looked at his mark. he was done for.

you laughed at the recognition on his face at truly knowing what you had planned, “so you’ve finally realized, huh? you’ve desecrated this sacred place and now you will have to be punished. you’ve walked right to your own death. what an idiot.”

between his legs, jungkooks member twitched and grew hard. he didn’t know why, but your belittlement was stirring something in him he couldn’t help but enjoy. he gulped, “yes i realize you fully intend to kill me. but…please spare me. i will do anything. walk to the ends of earth if you asked. you are my everything. my goddess.”

his proclamation of loyalty pleased you. you were a sucker for devotion and watching him tremble on his knees below you made him seem a little more appealing, after all he was attractive as much as you hated to admit it. perhaps you’ve stumbled upon a new toy. you hummed, pretending to ponder your next move, even though you already knew what you had planned, “hmm, maybe i will spare you.”

jungkook gasped, “really-“

“ah ah ah. don’t interrupt me or i’ll my change my mind, understand?” he nodded his head and you smirked, “s’oreos*”

the water was quickly starting to make you cold so you began wading through the pond to the shore. your rising figure was like a painting in jungkooks opinion. the sun shining from behind you framed your face perfectly and highlighted the trickling droplets of water that ran down your skin. he noticed one that had found it’s way down your neck, watching it intently as it flowed down the valley between your breasts. his tongue swiped at his lips, if only i could lick it off.

your eyes caught sight of his perverted gaze and you scoffed, quickly conjuring up clothes to cover your figure. “despite your, frankly, disgusting and horrifying actions, i want to play a little game. don’t worry it’ll be fun…” you laughed menacingly, “at least for me.”

jungkook wasn’t sure if he liked the sound of that.

“as you know, i love to hunt and since you decided to stumble upon me in a playful mood, I think you would make the perfect mark to practice my skills.”

jungkooks head tilted in confusion as he watched you come closer, “my goddess i’m not sure what you mean.”

you bent down, hand coming up to caress his cheek as you stared into his chocolate brown doe like eyes.

“run.”

the command set off an alarm in his head, fight or flight reflexes triggering and his feet catching on before his brain could. all he could do was try and get as far away from the pond as possible. jungkook didn’t care where he was heading, he hoped it was home, even if that meant facing his brothers (at least he’d be alive). problem was he had no idea where he was. it was pure luck he had stumbled upon on the clearing (or was it, now that he was in the danger of being killed by a goddess) but now, as he ran for his life, every tree, every stump and rock, looked exactly the same. was he going in circles? had he even moved an inch? he couldn’t tell. in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but ponder if this is how the deer he hunted earlier felt.

“i see you little doe…” your voice rang, menacingly but still full of childlike playfulness. it sounded like you were right behind him but you were no where in sight so it must’ve been in his head. that didn’t stop him from looking around in panic trying to decipher where exactly you were. but the whistle of an arrow flying past his ear had him screaming in alarm.

“shit!” he yelled in terror, eyes wide as he stared at the arrow impaled in the tree next to his head. jungkook could only gulp and force his legs to once again pick up their pace. his calves were screaming and the random branches he ran through whipped at his skin to the point of bleeding but he couldn’t stop. at least not until he found a place to hide.

around him your voice continued to taunt, belittle and laugh as if he was some type of joke. jungkook knew you were a goddess but in this moment, you were his living nightmare. a nightmare that only got worse when he stumbled trying to jump over a fallen trunk, once again ending back up on the ground. hurriedly, in effort to save himself, he crawled into the hollow insides of the tree, eyes clenching shut and trying to calm his panicked breathing.

the forest was silent and the only thing he could hear was his heart beating in his chest.

for a minute he thought he had gotten away, perhaps he’d get to live another day. but the feel of a hand wrapping around his ankle and dragging him out his hiding spot had him screaming and begging for a savior. but outside the trunk was no hero and the arrow pointed straight at his face backed that up.

“aw did you really think you could get away from me?” you say sarcastically with lips pouting at him mockingly. jungkooks face as he stared up at you scared shitless in silence had you throwing your head back with a laugh. “and you call yourself a hunter?! what a joke..the only thing you would be lucky enough to catch is the end of a conversation.”

jungkook flinched as you shoved the arrow closer to his face, hands coming up to cover his eyes, “please!”

you took joy in seeing the boy beg for his life and perhaps you would’ve made him suffer some more if not for your plan. “hmph. i’m not killing you just yet.” the arrow was lowered from its threatening position in front of jungkooks head as you straightened up and smirked down at him “you said you would do anything for me, correct?”

jungkook gulped and nodded, making you smile as you brought a foot up to step on his chest, “good, then perhaps you can show me just how loyal you are to your goddess.” you say, hand beginning to trail up your thigh at your statement and gently part your legs.

jungkook practically had stars in his eyes. right in front of him, on display was the most amazing cunt he had ever seen and he couldn’t help the hypnotized sigh that escaped his lips. below the small patch of hair of your mound, sat a pair of lips that enveloped your clit like a cute little pearl and in the light of the canopy it glistened with your wetness. his face had you chuckling. “how about you clean me up, hmm?” the boy couldn’t shake his head yes fast enough and before you know it, he was diving forward off the ground to shove his face between your thick thighs, moaning at the taste the minute it hit his tongue.

jungkooks tongue found the inside of your cunt quickly enough and the feeling of your walls throbbing around him had him moaning. his eyes flickered up to your face as he brought the appendage to a point and watched intently at your reaction as you threw your head back and moaned towards the sky. from the grunts he was letting out you would’ve thought he was getting more pleasure from this than you were intended to and by the tent he was sporting beneath his clothes that might as well of been the case.

eating you out had the boy so distracted and caught up that he didn’t even notice the figure sat delicately on the trunk behind him, a carbon copy of your body that he was so greedily pleasuring. you watched amused from your spot, a smirk on your face on having tricked the mortal into believing you would even willing dare to let him touch you. no, this was much more fun in your opinion. plus, the more he sought pleasure in the illusion you had conjured up, the more devastating it would be when he finally realizes it was just all in his head.

“look at you…my goddess, mine.” he growled, bringing his fingers up to replace his mouth between the walls of what he believed to be your leaking cunt. the intrusion had your copy lurching forward, only managing to stay stable thanks to the hold he had on you. “to think i spent all these years on my knees in the temple worshipping you when I could’ve been right here, eating out your delicious pussy on the forest floor.”

you almost didn’t even hear what he had said, too distracted by how truly desperate he looked trying to pleasure you. but when the words finally registered in your head, they had your eyebrows furrowing in anger and you yanked his head back painfully from your spot behind him and glared down at him “what did you say?!”

jungkook didn’t seem to notice that there was two of you now, eyes closed in bliss as he lapped at the wetness surrounding his mouth. even the painful grip you had on his hair didn’t phase him and he just smirked as he thumbed at your illusions clit, chuckling when it had you letting out a squeal that he was too stupid to realize wasn’t even real. “you heard me. i’ve caught you goddess of the hunt. i saw you out there on the pond. what kind of hunter let’s their guard down like that out in the open.”

you wanted to yell, rip his head off right there, but you couldn’t let this mortal feel as if he had won. no you were in charge here, he was just a toy for you to use and throw away once you were done. so you figured it was time to show him that. “stupid boy,” you say shoving him down to the ground, the replica of you disappearing from his grip and into thin air. jungkook felt his brain rattle as his head slammed down into the dirt causing stars to swim in his eyes. but he was still able to see your seething face as you climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. “you are nothing compared to me.”

jungkook was definitely sure he had a concussion, judging by the way your voice sounded muffled and his vision blurred. he couldn’t form a good enough rebuttal to reply back but even if he could, the gust of air from you ripping his clothes off his chest would’ve had him choking on his breath. “to think, i so graciously spared the likes of you just to be belittled by one of my fathers most horrid creations.”

you angrily grasped his cock, taking the member in to your hand and beginning to pump it roughly. you didn’t care if the boy enjoyed it, his pleasure was of no concern. but the burn of friction had him snapping out of his stupor and groaning out jumbled words. “ugh no..i don’t- ah!” the feeling of your dry hand was akin to fire.

but cold relief washed over him when you finally took mercy on him enough to spit on your hand before continuing your torturing pace. you sneered, “what, isn’t this how you like it? fast and dirty like some type of animal.”

he could only shake his head as he writhed on the ground under you. despite the shame curdling in his stomach, his member continued to harden and spew precum from the tip. jungkook hated to admit it, but he was actually enjoying this, contrary to the words coming out of his mouth. “please! st- stop i can’t!” he moaned out shamefully, hips still jerking up to meet your hand.

you just laugh, “oh are you gonna cum? like a little whore? very befitting of you little doe. if i’m your goddess…” a hand reached down to palm at his balls, twisting them almost painfully but still sending pleasure shooting up his spine. “then you’re my whore.”

jungkook couldn’t stop the shout that left his mouth as his eyes rolled back up into his head, back arching off the ground and his mind going blank. the ropes of cum that shot from the tip of his cock was like releasing the cap on a hose making it splash up all over his stomach and it had his body shaking. when the painful orgasm finally stopped, he was out of breath and felt like the life had been literally squeezed out of him. the sound of your laugh was the only thing that he was able to discern from the white noise ringing in his ears. he was really starting to get tired of hearing it.

“oooh poor baby…” you look down at him in pity, fake concern written on your face. “does my little whore want a break?” jungkook nodded, voice sounding rough like his vocal cords had been scraped with sandpaper, “yes please my goddess. i’m begging you.”

“awww well that’s too bad. I don’t think I’ve punished you enough. ” you say, giving his cock one last squeeze before moving away from the pitiful creature and once again conjuring up the illusion of yourself to finish off the boy.

from the ground, jungkook wished up to the heavens that he had never chased that deer into the forest. despite how good it felt to come the first time, and perhaps even the second time even if it was slightly muddled by pain, he surely could not handle another one. but his pleading for mercy fell on deaf ears and he held his breath when he saw what he believed to be you raise yourself up only to slam back down on his bright red member. he could only choke on his spit at your tight walls clenching down on him, desperately clawing at the ground beneath him as if it would save him. but nothing could save him from you, or how much tortuous pleasure flooded his veins when your copy began rocking its hips atop him.

you felt so…so warm around him.

the illusion didn’t even give him a second to catch his breathe before picking up a speed that could only be pleasurable to her. not when jungkook was so sensitive to the point of tears beginning to stick to the corners of his eyes. with each rough slam of her hips down onto his he was slowly starting to lose all sanity.

but his pain was your pleasure and you took from him just as he had taken from you. you couldn’t even find it in you to be angry anymore, too amused by how he writhed and convulsed on the ground in front of you or how his body quivered and shook even when your illusion stopped. “what a good little whore. entertaining me like this even after you said all those horrible things to me.” you ignore the whine that escapes his bright red lips. “don’t you want to stay here with me forever? play with me like this everyday?”

jungkook frantically shook his head yelling, “no!” even though inside his body was screaming yes.

secretly, deep down, he wanted to be right here under you for eternity. locked in the sweet tight embrace of your godly cunt. his internal battle showed on his face and you just chuckled as you picked up your pace. is this heaven or hell? he thought to himself.

the sounds of the two of them thrusting against each other filled the forest, sounding wet and sloppy due to the amount of juices flowing between the two and his never ending trickle of precum. as the both of them got closer to climax the sound continued to get louder. “just admit it little doe, you’re not a hunter.” you say stepping closer. “you’re not a hero, you’re just my prey waiting for me to catch you. to make you my prize.”

your comments make his cock twitch inside your doppelgangers walls and the pace turns relentless. jungkook is so wrapped up in the pleasure of being fucked silly he barely registers the feeling of your hand coming up to wrap around his throat. it has him practically keening. “say it jungkook. say you’re my prey.”

he can’t respond. not a single thought runs through his mind it’s just you, you, you on an endless loop in his head. your hand tightens and he yells as the air continues to be snatched from him, “say it!”

“ ’m your prey!” he screams out to the heavens, hips jack hammering up to meet yours and knocking at the entrance to your womb. his cock wants inside of it so bad it’s practically weeping between your walls. his eyes are unfocused and his tongue lolls out of his mouth and at this point he’s practically gurgling on his own spit.

“that’s right, you’re mine. mine to play with. mine to hunt.” the feeling of his cock has your copies peak approaching quickly. despite him being a mortal, from the spot next to the two, you could see he was big enough that stretch of him created a small bulge in her stomach that, even though you hated to admit it, looked appealing enough to make your real cunt throb. perhaps it was time for you to end this little game, or else you might end up doing something you’d regret. “hurry up and cum idiot!”

the overwhelming amount of pleasure had jungkook panting like a dog in heat. you had broken him and there was no recovery. so as he watched the illusion finally reach its peak, the orgasm engulfing her as she sat atop him, glowing in the sunlight, he came again for a third time. he didn’t know if your orgasm had you losing all sense of your strength or if it was on purpose, but your hand continued to tighten around his throat. as the goddess on top of him began fading away and he was greeted by the very real sight of your terrifying figure, jungkook began choking. he couldn’t breathe. so why was he still cumming?

“g-goddess…” he cried out between gasps trying desperately to catch your attention. jungkook continue to watch your face slowly come into picture, a vengeful smile on your face and a fire in your eyes. it was too late for him to fight you off and his begging hadn’t made loosen your grip. so as his vision started to turn dark and the only thing he could make out was the halo of light surrounding you, he watched your lips move around a smile.

“it’s okay little doe.” you say, hand only opening to let go when the boys head hits the ground, lifeless. “the hunt was fun while it lasted.”

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under the oak tree | II {m}

summary ⇾ as the eldest daughter of a duke, it’s your duty to marry at your father’s will. yet you didn’t expect to be marrying jeon jungkook, a knight of low status, especially when he departs for an expedition without another word after your first night. when he comes back three years later, this time as a renowned hero, how will you be able to face him and how will things change between you and your new husband?

rating ⇾ 18+

pairing ⇾ knight! jungkook x reader

genre ⇾ smut, fantasy, fluff, romance

warnings ⇾ cursing, explicit sexual content, alcohol

word count ⇾ 3.5k

authors note ⇾ finally jungkook has made it home ! it took him three years but who could blame him, he had jimin and taehyung to keep him company...what a lucky man

part 1, interlude

it was hot.

the sun beating down on the large number of knights in the campaign had their foreheads burning and hair sticking to their skin. expensive armor that was once new and shiny was now heavy with dirt and mud and sweat. they had been riding for days now with barely any breaks in between and it was obviously starting to take a toll on the exhausted band of knights. well - on everyone except jungkook.

of course the commander would be perfectly fine. he had trained years for this type of thing, never once slowing down or stopping to catch a breath. and that’s not to say everyone else hadn’t trained to earn their spot. just no one had trained as hard as jungkook did. wanted it as much as jungkook did. even from a young age, when he fought warriors three times his size, he had never given up. swinging his sword till his arms gave out or until his opponent gave up out of pity and walked away from his broken and tired body splayed out on the dirty ground. cowards is what jungkook would say, watching them walk off before he lost consciousness.

“sir…” a voice rang out loud, but exhausted, from the back of the formation. “don’t you think it’s time to stop and make camp.”

horses came to a halt as the commander stopped and heads turned in the direction of the culprit. the voice seemed to belong to a handsome young knight who’s fluffy brown hair was basically drenched. it made him look as if a bucket of water had been dumped over his head.

the knights body lay slumped over the back of his horse as he looked up in the direction of the commander, puppy eyes begging with desperation. the rest of the knights assumed the boy had to be lacking a few brain cells - how could he not? no one in their right mind would ever question the commander when he gets in a mood like this.

jungkook had barely even turned around, steely eyes still facing forward as he hissed,”what’s your name knight?”

the boy gulped, all signs of exhaustion seeming to drain from his face as he started to recognize the tension in the air. his back straightened up and he tried his best to talk loud and avoid stumbling over his words, “taehyung, sir kim taehyung, commander.”

“and may i ask what, sir kim taehyung, do you think gives you the right to tell me when and where to camp my knights at?” jungkook says, biting out the words. everyone could see the mans shoulders tensing and those in the front caught a glimpse of white knuckles gripping hard on to the reigns of his horse.

taehyung stared wide eyed at the back of the man's head before flicking them around trying to catch the eyes of someone who could help him out the situation as he muttered meekly, “well commander i just thought-“

“you thought wrong.” he growled, cutting the conversation short. jungkook didn’t even spare him a glance, instead urging his horse forward and calling out to the rest of the group, “i’m the commander. we’ll camp when I say, any questions?”

jungkook was met with silence, “i didn't think so.”

he didn’t say much more before he galloped off, expecting the rest to follow. most of the more experienced and knowledgeable knights did so out of fear of being chewed out like taehyung had been, already used to the commanders stern and no bullshit attitude. the rest, young and new to the guard, followed hesitantly with looks of uneasiness. taehyung who was still in shock, sat there on his horse staring off in the distance at the commander as he charged ahead, unsure of whether he was still even considered part of the campaign anymore.

“don’t worry, you’re not fired.” a voice from the side of his horse spoke, making taehyung turn his head. next to him stood another dashing knight, blonde hair parted down the middle and sweeping over his forehead. he turned his lips into a smile at taehyung, eyes squinting and chubby cheeks squishing up with the gesture. “,at least not yet. but i’d advise against asking the commander too many questions. he doesn’t like them too much, more of the ride in silence type, ya know?”

taehyung just nodded his head frantically, glad someone was giving him help on how to survive the rest of the journey. he smiled and laughed out, “thank you for the advice, kind sir!”

“ugh no need to be all formal, just call me jimin! can I ask why you wanted to stop and make camp?” jimin says, voice dripping with honey like kindness.

taehyung just stared at him with a blank face, not understanding how the knight hadn’t noticed the bullets of sweat dripping down his face and the heaving breaths he took. but he could see the man was almost in the same state and he assumed it must not be that much of a big deal to him. so instead he played it off and laughed, “ah i was just thinking the horses might need a rest! my tannie seems to be out of breath.”

taehyung patted the side of his black and chestnut brown horse yeontan, who just sneered in return and jerked forward a little, seeming like he was able to tell his owner was throwing him under the bus. taehyung made a mental note to cut the horse's usual treat of carrots in half for the obvious betrayal, lips turning down in a frown. “by the way, what crawled up the commanders butt and died? i hope he’s not always like that or else i’m definitely not making it.”

jimin let out a boisterous laugh at taehyung, shoulders shaking and head thrown back in amusement. “ah well, jungkooks just in a little bit of a mood right now. hates being away from the misses too long if you catch my drift. ” he says after catching his breath from his laughing fit.

“and don’t worry, your tannie will get his break. jungkook usually likes to make camp a little past the halfway point where a stream passes by for drinking water.”

taehyung sighed in relief at jimins words. the halfway point was just a couple miles ahead. they would be there before sundown and he couldn’t wait to strip this heavy army off and take a nap - and get tannie a drink of water too, of course. his smile returned and only seemed to get bigger as he reached out and gave jimin a pat on the back, “once again i thank you, jimin! you seem to be very knowledgeable on the commander! you must have taken this route with him many a blue moon, yes?”

“of course! i am his second in command after all,” jimin says, sending taehyung a sly wink before moving his horse forward in the direction of the rest of the campaign. “better catch up! there’s a lot of mysterious creatures out here that could use a snack. don’t want to be left behind!”

jimins horse kicked up dust in its wake and once again taehyung was left in shock, surprised by the casual way the man was able to drop his title on taehyung as if it was no big deal. and after what he said, taehyung was definitely fired. he just shook his head and let out a loud groan, head dropping forward into his hands. but his call of frustration was met with a howl in the distance that seemed to be a lot closer than he was comfortable with. so with shaky hands he gripped his reigns and started off after jimin calling out after him pathetically, “hey! jimminie, don’t leave me!”

up ahead jungkook sat atop his steed, jaw tight and face set in a permanent scowl as the wind nipped at his cheeks. his horse's hooves beat hard against the ground and was pushed to the limit by the man on its back, leaving the rest of the campaign behind. jungkook was riding in silence, mind occupied by images of flushed lust bitten skin, teary eyes full of pleasure and tiny moans escaping the mouth of the body that lay under him in his memories. the presence of his wife was one that plagued his mind almost every second of the day and he was constantly tormented by the distance that lay between them.

he knew his knights regarded him as an emotionless man, just as ruthless to his own men as he was to his enemies. but what they didn’t know was that he was weak. weak for the only women who had captured his gaze during his lifetime and one that he unfortunately had to part from to take his place as commander in a fight that now seemed meaningless, as the dragon that had aggressively tormented the land for all those years now lay dead on the battlefield. slayed by jungkook's very own sword in single combat. what a waste of time he thought.

“you really should go easier on them, ya know? they miss their wives just as much as you do, lover boy.” jungkook recognized the sound of his second in command yelling from the side of him and side eyed the man before facing forward and continuing his speedy pace. jimin just laughed and slowly inched his horse closer to try and signal jungkook to pull back. “and will you slow down! you practically abandoned the rest of your men.”

jungkook let out a sound of frustration that rumbled deep in chest before conceding to jimin's request. when he looked back he realized that he had indeed left the rest of the campaign in the dust, literally. he turned his face up cockily and laughed, “not my fault they cant keep up. perhaps they should’ve stayed back at the camp, the clean up team could’ve used a couple of extra hands. though i imagine they wouldn’t have been much help there either.”

“damn taehyung was right, you really do have a stick up your ass.” jimin says, shaking his head and shooting the man a glare. “those men risked their lives for our country and you don’t even have the decency to cut them a little bit of slack. the war is over, we can relax. and by we i mean you too.”

jungkook just grunted, “the war is never over. and i have something that i need to protect.”

“and i have something to protect,” jimin mocked, deepening his voice and puffing out his chest. jungkook could tell it was his poor attempt at trying to emulate him and he rolled his eyes. “blah blah blah. you really could stand to get laid. me and some of the men are planning to stop at the brothel in town when we make camp. you should come with us.”

jungkook was silent. taking up jimins offer didn’t even cross his mind, he just sent him a look of disgust before grunting, “no thanks.”

that night when they finally made camp by the stream, jungkook could hear the rest of the men hooting and hollering outside his tent, no doubt cheering to the end of the war and drinking away their memories of those terrible times. it was a tough three years even for jungkook, he had watched countless of his men die in front of him and had become numb to the pain of death. but like he told jimin, the war was never over and celebrating seemed a bit premature to him. there would always be someone to fight, someone ready to challenge the natural order of the land in a desperate attempt at seeking power. so he preferred to be ready and keep his defenses up.

he could tell his train of thought was leading down a spiraling tunnel that was already giving him a headache as he groaned and rubbed at his temples. jimin was right about one thing, he did need to relax - he’d give him that. so with a heave he lifted himself off his rough makeshift attempt at a bed and opened the flap of his tent. the flickering of the fire cast shadows across his furrowed brow and raggedy black hair that had grown long over the years as he dipped out the tent, dodging drunken soldiers and kicking some of the already sound asleep bodies out of the way. at the corner of the camp he saw a group of men, one that included jimin and the insubordinate knight from earlier. he assumed they were heading to the brothel like jimin mentioned earlier and just shook his head, continuing to the body of water that lay ahead just on the outskirts of the trees that surrounded their hoard of tents.

“god, i need a bath.” he muttered, giving himself a sniff and scrunching his face up at the smell.

when he stood at the shore of the stream he began unbuckling the clasps that held the dirty armor to his broad frame, pulling off soiled undergarments and throwing them to the side next to the brush. jungkooks naked body was doused by the light of the full moon as he waded into the stream, muscled chest covered in mud and god knows what else. he sighed loudly at the feeling of the cool water chilling his flushed skin and closed his eyes basking in the moment. “finally.” he sighed.

jungkook took his time washing himself and enjoyed the quiet he got due to being a comfortable distance away from the rest of the men. as his hands ran over his body, scrubbing at the skin, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to you, who he knew lay only a few nights ride ahead. it made him more desperate to hurry up and get home to you, so he could finally lay his eyes on you. he wondered how you would have changed in all that time. would you be taller, hair longer, figure more matured?

the last thought had him halting. there was nothing wrong with your body, at least not to him. but the thought of your hips getting wider and breasts fuller had him letting out a quiet curse, lustful musings already making his member grow hard under the water. unconsciously, his hands decided to continue their journey down his chest, knocking against his shaft as he took it into his hand.

“y/n…” he breathed, enjoying the mental picture he was generating in his head.

once again images of his first night with you played in his mind. that night, he could tell you had been nervous and was afraid of what might happen. that’s why he had put effort in trying to make you more comfortable, fingers stretching you out and getting you ready for his cock. and by the end of it he knew you had enjoyed yourself judging by the way your face scrunched up in pleasure and the scratches you had left on his back in your wake. but jungkook hadn’t even come close to doing all the things he wanted to do to you, so this time, when he pictured himself standing in that room his mind took a turn.

instead of gentle hands rubbing across your skin, his grip on your hips was almost painful. he didn’t have to tell you to strip, instead opting to rip the dress off your body, exposing your pert nipples to his prying and hungry eyes before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.

jungkook then envisioned himself trailing down your body, sucking hickies into your skin and leaving marks that had you biting at your plump and luscious lips in an effort to contain your moans. the sight of you holding in your pleasure wouldn’t sit right with him (it never did) and he would only nip harder at whatever unlucky piece of your body that lay under his mouth at the time. if he was lucky his teeth would probably draw blood, making you gasp in shock while he moaned at the taste. jungkook wouldn’t be able to stop himself from licking over the love bite or the reaction the taste would arouse from him, cock jumping both in his head and in reality.

“you taste so sweet…” he growled lowly at the illusion of you, too caught up in his head to realize he was talking out loud.

as his imagination ran wild, his hand began pumping at his cock, thumb swiping over the slit and making his hips jerk. the slide wasn’t as good as it would’ve been if he wasn’t submerged in the water and the feeling wasn’t even nearly as hot and tight as your virgin cunt had been. but for now it will have to do. so he continued moving his hand up and down his shaft making sure to twist at the base and rub over the vein on the underside of his cock. he hoped that one day you would come to know his body just as deeply as he did and vice versa. hoped you two would become so close it would be like you were one person, unable to bear being away from each other’s passionate embrace.

“ah shit!” jungkook moaned, loud and unabashed, head thrown back as pleasure shot up his spine. he could feel his climax approaching and started to speed up his hand, the string holding his sanity together close to snapping. your name was spilling from his lips like a mantra and he cried it out to the sky in rapture as if you could hear. he could feel the vein on the side of his cock pulsing under his palm and with one more thrust he came, white spilling out into the water and your pleasure racked face flashing behind his eyelids. almost as soon as he finished cumming, a sense of calmness fell over him, body relaxing - a feeling that didn’t last very long.

“jungjungkookie!!” a voice yelled, coming from behind him somewhere on shore.

what the fuck, jungkook cursed, pulling his hand away from his cock regretfully as his head whipped around to look at the culprit, not even bothering to hide his modesty nor his anger as he shot a look that could kill and screamed across the water, “goddamnit jimin! what the fuck do you want now!”

jimin only laughed, obviously drunk judging by his swaying form and disheveled appearance, “aww don’t be like that sour puss, you know you love me hehe…”

“i barely even like you nor do i love you.” jungkook said, sucking his teeth and wading closer to the shore. “why aren’t you at the brothel getting your dick wet, you bastard. i’m trying to relax”

jimin giggled and plopped down to the ground, eyes dazed as he looked at the man in the water. “relaxing yeah i could tell. next time try being more quiet i’m sure the entire camp got an earful.”

jungkook didn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed but jimin didn’t seem to care as he continued, “taehyungie took all the girls! i couldn’t even get one to give me a blow job, which is so unfair by the way. i’m the one that’s second in command!”

jimins face was set in a pout, lips puckered as he picked at the weeds on the ground. jungkook seemed to have already started to grow tired of the conversation as he rolled his eyes and walked up on land. he gathered his clothes, not sparing a glance to jimin whose body now lay flat on the ground, eyes staring giddily at the night sky. jungkook just scoffed at the man and called behind him, “i’m going to bed you idiot. just make sure you’re able to get on your horse tomorrow. we ride at the first sign of daylight.”

jimin did, in fact, manage to get on his horse the next morning, albeit shakily and horribly hungover. but thankfully taehyung was more than happy to help, having grown close to the second in command after only one night. jungkook on the other hand had been quick to mount his horse once camp was disassembled, already racing to the front and charging off. his mood seemed to be worse than yesterday (if that was even possible) and he yelled at anyone who even dared glance in his direction. nothing mattered more to him than getting home to you at this very moment and dealing with imbeciles was one thing he was not in the mood for.

jungkook had ridden his horse along with his campaign into the ground for 3 nights and 4 whole days before arriving at Uwhen Castle. the giant stone wall standing ominously just outside the town would have made others turn away in fear, but it had the knights cheering in glee at the notion of finally being home. unbeknownst to everyone else, in his head, jungkook did the same.

the horses came to a halt at the gates and the guards atop the defense towers called out opening the passageway up to the band of knights.

“the duke has returned!”

#bts #bts x reader #bts smut #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut

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under the oak tree (m) | 1

pairing ⇾ jungkook x reader

genre ⇾ smut, angst, knight! jungkook, historical au, strangers to lovers

words ⇾ 3.6k

warnings ⇾ explicit content, cursing, breeding kink, tummy bulge, some degrading, fingering

authors note ⇾ okay so recently i’ve been addicted to reading manwha and when i read under the oak tree i couldn’t help but imagine burly knight jungkook so this is what comes from that! if you haven’t read under the oak tree you should cause it’s so good! apologize for any spelling or grammar errors

interlude, part 2

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Despite the circumstances, you thought the ceremony looked really beautiful.

Said circumstance being the fact that this was a wedding, your wedding in fact, and that you knew absolutely nothing about the man you were marrying besides his name.

“Do you, Sir Jeon Jungkook of Uwhen, take Lady Y/N of Astor to be your lawfully wedded wife...” If you really concentrated hard enough you could almost ignore the preachers religious rambling and the itchy lace fabric that crawled up your arms and around the expanse of your irritated neck. The only thing you couldn’t ignore was the man standing next to you, your soon to be husband.

This was the first time you had actually had the chance of being this close to him and he was far more intimidating than from what you had seen hiding behind the corners while he met with your father. His shadow completely enveloped yours as he stood brooding next to you at the alter, making you seem smaller than you already were. Not to mention his hulking armored plate covered frame was almost stifling since he took up most of the room in front of the preacher. You wish you could’ve asked him to move over just a bit, but you couldn’t find the voice to even mutter a single word to him except for “I do”. Besides, being comfortable was not the main concern of today. Sealing the deal and securing someone to take your fathers place in the war was the reason you were here.

Next to you Jungkook was trying desperately to keep his eyes fixed forward, away from the prying eyes of the congregation behind him, and away from the woman standing next to him. He could see you didn’t want to be here, perhaps even less than he did and the thought had his face screwing up in irritation. He couldn’t help but wonder if you were truly so scared of him that you couldn’t even stand being near him. Why did you look like his mere presence disgusted you? Was it because he came from a poor land with even poorer people or was it the fact that the entire kingdom made him out to be a monster. The thought made his face harden even more.

Of course he understood that the only reason you were doing this was for your father, so he could take his place in the war, and you could fulfill your role as the eldest daughter. To be married off to whomever your father chose and become a mere pawn in a game you didn’t know was being played. But Jungkook did not consider you anything less than his equal, perhaps even more so, and intended to treat you as such. He just hoped you would give him the chance to.

“So with the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” And with that it was done. You were no longer Lady Y/N of Astor but instead the new Duchess of Uwhen and Jeon Jungkooks wife.

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“Would you prefer the rose or jasmine scented oil Duchess?”

“The rose would be fine, I suppose...” You weren’t entirely sure what he would like. You weren’t really sure of anything when it came to Jeon Jungkook.

She merely nodded and scampered off to somewhere to retrieve the item. You were thankful for the moment alone no matter how brief. If only you had enough time to calm your nerves, maybe have a drink or two and wipe away the sweatiness of your palms. This whole ordeal seemed completely unreal and ridiculous to you. How were you expected to please a man you had only just met today. You knew the basics of course: lay down, look pretty, don’t make too much noise and let your husband use you as he pleases. Still, it didn’t make you any less nervous.

Would he be gentle and whisper sweet nothings in your ear? Or rough and treat you as if you were just a toy that he didn’t care if he broke. The last thought made a shiver race down your spine out of fear and if you felt the heat that began to stir in your core, you refused to acknowledge it.

Your worried internal ranting continued until you were almost overwhelmed with nerves and heard the creak of the mahogany doors opening and closing behind you. You were expecting to see the servant returning but to your surprise it wasn’t the reflection of the servant you saw in the vanity mirror, but your new husband.

“Why are you not undressed?” His voice and face lacked any emotion or indicator of how he was feeling in the exact moment. But judging by his words you knew what he was here for.

He didn’t bother waiting for your response which he knew you most likely wouldn’t have given based on the shocked look you wore. Instead he crossed the room quickly and settled on the king sized bed. He had removed most of the armor he wore earlier at the ceremony and was left only in a tunic, trousers and his heavy leather boots. The top buttons of his faded linen shirt were left unbuttoned and you caught a glimpse of the skin that lay underneath along with the muscles that you knew came along with training to be a knight. And judging by the stray hairs sticking up from his head and flushed face you assumed he had a few drinks before coming to your bed chamber. Yet his face still remained unreadable and thick brows furrowed.

“Sorry.” You couldn’t help but let your gaze fall to your feet, wanting so desperately to avoid the scrutiny of the knights stare.

Jungkook could tell by your shaking form that you were nervous, but dotting on you would only make this take longer than necessary. Usually he wasn’t one to rush. He was known for pleasing his women and took pleasure from doing so. But he only had tonight with you and once the sun began to show on the horizon he would have to leave, gone for three years fighting a war that wasn’t even his to fight. He would have time to comfort you about this horrible predicament later, right now he just wanted to be inside you.

Once you felt he was growing impatient, you shakily began to untie the front of your night gown, the cool air reaching your skin as you slowly let it fall to your feet. You couldn’t help but try and cover your chest, nipples standing to attention in the cool air. you just wanted to preserve the little bit of modesty you had left, but you knew there was no point. He was your husband and your body inevitably belonged to him.

Steely eyes followed you as you walked hesitantly across the room toward the bed. You could feel your heart beat hard against your rib cage, your shoulders tense and nerves making you feel like a feeble child. He let out a huff once he saw you stop just out of arms reach in front of him.

“Are you really going to make your husband wait to touch you?” Jungkooks voice showed a hint of amusement that almost made you relax. “Come here.”

However those simple words wiped any thought of relaxation out of your mind. With nothing else to do but obey, you closed the distance between yourself and jungkook, limbs still draped protectively across your breasts. The feel of calloused hands grasping your hips tightly made you jump and a gasp escape your lips. They seemed so large compared to the rest of you, which is to be expected since the man they belonged to was almost twice your size. compared to him you were nothing but a bug under the heel of his shoe.

“Do you want me to stop?” There was a sense of worry in his voice that made your internal rambling come to a halt. “I know you hate me, but this still our duty as a married couple.”

Hearing him say you hated him confused you and sparked a feeling of guilt deep inside your gut. Why would he think such a thing? Surely he was mistaken. it was you that was hated. not just by him, but by your father and the rest of your family as well. for they thought you were weak and nothing but a smear on the Astor name.

“No I...I don’t want you to stop.” You ducked your head down and shyly avoided his gaze, completely embarrassed by your own words.

You swore you saw the corners of his lips tip up in a smile, but before you could confirm what you saw it was gone as quickly as it came. Jungkook gave one more swipe across the jut of your hip before he stood up from the bed and stripped the shirt from over his broad shoulders, muscles taunt and flexing right in front of your eyes. The looming shadow his body cast over you made you cower and practically retreat into yourself, a meek whimper escaping past your lips. He merely looked at you, black fringe hanging over his eyes as he fixed you with an empty and cold stare. you waited with bated breath as he leaned down and hid his face against your neck, nose dragging against your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“even if you hate it, you’ll have to endure.” red lips sealed over flushed skin. “because once i start...i won’t be able to stop.”

your sense of balance became nonexistent as you felt yourself swooped off your feet and laid across the bed. your hair framed your head on the pillow as you stared dazed at the ceiling. when you finally realized what was happening, jungkook appeared above you, his hands caging you in and making you feel claustrophobic. the realization of what you knew was about to happen had tears gathering in the corners of your eyes and you were stricken with one feeling, fear.

seeing you look so afraid made jungkooks face soften. being scared was the last thing he wanted you to be. as an effort to try and make you more comfortable he ran the tips of his fingers down your side and towards your thighs, grazing the supple skin before gently pulling your leg up to wrap around his waist. he could tell this would be a first for you and even though he knew he couldn’t make it perfect, he still wanted you to enjoy it. deep down jungkook could feel a soft spot forming in the heart that he had worked so desperately to close off.

you felt his hand move down between the both of you and you couldn’t help but clench your eyes shut. rough digits pressing against your slit made you suck in sharp breath.

“please...”you didn’t quite know what you were begging for, but you didn’t complain when jungkook seemed to take that as a sign to continue.

even though jungkook said he didn’t have time to take it slow, he wasn’t a complete asshole. he knew for you to enjoy this he would have to prepare you. so he watched your face as his fingers passed through tight lips, dipping in to test what you could handle. to his delight he saw your mouth open in a tiny moan and your body slowly start to relax under him. spurred on by your reaction he continued to explore. rubbing against spongy insides and carefully thrusting a single digit in and out of you.

meanwhile all you could do is bite at your lip to contain the sounds begging to escape your mouth. the feeling of having someone else touch you down there besides your own unexperienced hands in the middle of the night was completely foreign to you. that doesn’t mean that you weren’t enjoying it, on the contrary. jungkook seemed to know exactly where to touch you and when to slip in another finger. before you knew it, you could feel the telltale sign of your climax sneaking up on you, spurred on by jungkooks thumb coming up to swipe at your clit.

“jungkook!” your subtle keens and moans echoed around the large room. “please! i need-i need-“

“shhh...” another thrust and bump against your clit had you bucking up against his hand. “it’s okay, you can cum. go ahead and let it out princess.”

his words shouldn’t have had the effect they did on you, after all you had just met the man today. but with his permission you were instantly creaming around his fingers, reaching the highest climax you’ve ever had. jungkooks fingers continued thrusting as he watched you reach your peak and helping ride you through it. all the while his member sat rock hard in his pants, practically leaking into his underwear.

the feeling of his fingers slipping out of you made you wince, but hearing jungkook beginning to shuffle out of his pants made you snap out of your post orgasm haze quick enough. his face still remained guarded as you watched him kick the material off to the end of the bed and the sight of his exposed member bobbing in the air made your already sensitive core clench between your legs. you hadn’t seen many men out in the open like this, but you could tell he probably was the biggest in the entire kingdom and the curve as it slapped against his stomach only made it even more menacing.

“wait i’m not sure...”you couldn’t help but gulp as you pointed to the monster between his hips. “i mean will it fit?”

he merely groaned at how feeble you looked, your submissive nature just serving to make him harder. he couldn’t stand not being inside you for another second. as a response he merely grunted, the tip of his cock poking against your clit and spreading the slick around your cunt.

“if it doesn’t, i’ll make it fit.”

the breaching of your inner walls had your hands flying up to grip strong shoulders, nails digging in to pierce the skin. you merely held your breath as you felt him slowly slide himself inside you, waiting for an end to something that seemed would never come. finally after an agonizing stretch you felt him bump against something inside you that had you clenching in pleasure. you couldn’t believe something so big was actually inside you.

jungkook just couldn’t believe how tight you were or the fact that his cock was already twitching inside you, seeming like it would cream inside you any second. he couldn’t help but look down from your face to the space where you two connected, the sight making his breath catch in his throat.

your stomach had a slight bulge which he knew was coming from the sheer size of him. what had him giving a small thrust in reaction was the sight of your tight cunt stretching around him, shiny wet leaking out of you. not to mention the fact that he wasn’t even all the way inside you, your body not being able to take all of him at once. he didn’t give much thought to the last part. he knew your pretty pussy would be trained to take him all in due time.

“fuck. princess if you keep clenching like that...”the growls coming from his mouth made you shiver in anticipation.”...i’m not gonna be able to hold myself back from fucking you stupid.”

he didn’t give you much time to register his words before drawing back and plunging back into the hilt, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside you once again. this time the feel of it had you throwing your head back against the pillows, eyes flying open to stare up the ceiling. suddenly you felt a hand gripping your chin, forcibly tilting it back down to stare jungkook in the eyes. his beautiful shining eyes held something you couldn’t distinguish, something you only saw when men were caught up in the heat of battle. could it be hatred? no, not that. it was lust. lust to have his enemy bowing on his knees in front of him. to have you completely surrender to his every whim.

“keep your eyes on me.”

you just nooded in his grip, struggling to swallow the spit gathering in your mouth. satisfied at your response he let you go and leaned down to take your lips in his, biting and jutting his tongue into your mouth without even asking your permission.

the force of his kiss was only challenged by the force of his thrusts, his cock pistoning in and out of your gaping cunt. you knew after this you wouldnt be able to take another men. no way jungkook would let any man within even 6 feet of you. and even if he did...nothing would amount up to the feeling of his cock inside you. stretching you. completing you. ruining you.

“jungkook! i can’t! something...ugh..somethin’s comin!” you could feel deep in your core something rising up. it didn’t feel like an orgasm. it felt like something that would completely burn you away when it reached its finish. but jungkook knew...he knew what was coming and he couldn’t wait to see it.

“i’m not stopping princess....” he groaned through clenched teeth, smiling wickedly down at you.”so you better hold on for the ride.”

his thumb once again came up to press at your already abused clit, knowing exactly how to get you there. but in the end it was the feeling of his cock repeatedly hitting up against the entrance to your womb as if requesting access to a forbidden place inside you that had you seeing white. it had you screaming out, clenching so tight you thought you would cut jungkooks circulation off. the pleasure had you so paralyzed you didn’t even register the wetness that soaked jungkooks stomach as you squirted your release onto the bed.

“fuck, that’s it princess.” the moans he was letting would’ve embarrassed him if he wasn’t inside the tightest cunt he’d ever had, eyes rolling back into his head when he remembered this cunt belonged to him forever. his to shape to the outline of his cock, to ruin any night he pleased, to breed to his hearts content.

his last thought had him giving one final thrust inside you, hips flush against yours as he finished inside you, white cum finally flooding your womb. you knew it would most likely get you pregnant but in that moment you didn’t care.

once both of you came down from your highs, jungkook had to stop himself from collapsing on top of you. he merely rolled off you, his still semi hard cock slipping out of you and releasing a fresh batch of cum to leak from your abused cunt. he would’ve stuffed it back inside of you with fingers if he wasn’t so tired. he figured if it didn’t take, he would just have to breed you again until it did next time.

the promise of next time had him stiffening beside you as he realized that next time wouldn’t be for another three years. he had almost forgot that he would be leaving you in the morning and the realization had his hands clenching at his sides. as if sensing the change in his mood you glanced up at him, nawing at your lip.

“jungkook...” you didn’t really know what to say. you assumed the correct thing to say would be to express your love and show gratitude for the time you had together no matter how short. but you didn’t love him, at least not yet and he could tell you were starting to get overwhelmed by uncertainty and nerves again. he decided to stop you while you were ahead.

“just go to sleep.” he didn’t say much else, words emotionless. despite his lack of care and cold exterior, he still managed to wrap a muscled arm around you and pull you tight against his chest. his eyes closed, signaling the end of the brief conversation.

you decided to heed his advice, following along with him and closing your eyes as well. it didn’t take much to fall asleep, the up and down of his warm chest lulling you to sleep, despite the worries that plagued your mind.

when you awoke, his side of the bed was empty, jungkook no where to be found. the covers were laid carefully over your chest, showing that he was decent enough to try and preserve your modesty. the care the action showed had you longing for something you didn’t know, something you couldn’t help but miss.

“Duchess would you like for me to run a bath?” the sound of the servant from before ringing from the corner next to the doors had your head snapping to attention, your hands instinctively pulling the covers tight against your frame in a futile effort to hide the many marks that littered your skin. the servant must’ve noticed your uncomfortableness and shyly looked away, pretending to gaze down at her skirt as if something interesting resided there. you couldn’t help but blush, a look of utter disappointment crossing your face before settling on a guarded look to cover it up. yet still, a glint of loneliness resided behind your eyes.

“yes, i suppose you should.” your head turned to gaze out the window, looking out over plush rolling hills as you muttered brokenly.

“jungkook...please come back to me.”

#jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts #bts x reader #bts smut #knight jungkook

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stranger cities (m)

summary ⇾ alone and single in paris - the city of love. that is until, you meet him and he turns your lonely night into a valentine’s day you won’t ever forget.

genre ⇾ smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst

warnings ⇾ body worshiping, impregnation kink, oral, unprotected sex, foul language

words ⇾ 5.5k

authors note ⇾ this is a repost from my previous blog that I abandoned 2 years ago but i’ve recently decided to start writing again! i wrote this as a little something for those who, like me, are constantly worried about spending your life alone

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coming to paris was what you would call - a last minute decision.

after recently splitting from a relationship that seemed to be your whole life, you were in desperate need of a change in scenery. it seemed like you had spent your entire relationship just trying to get the affection you so desperately craved and when you had finally chalked up the balls to tell him to put a ring on it or get out - no one could blame you for running away when, instead of getting on one knee like you had hoped, he was packed and gone the next day. you were embarrassed to say the least and more importantly heart broken. you laid crying in bed for days. however, the tears had long since dried and you were no longer dwelling on a life that could’ve been. instead you stood sipping on your third glass of champagne and gazing out from the roof top restaurant, enchanted with the sight before you.

it was early into the night. people still stuck in their cars as they waited in work traffic, the sounds of honking cars and bustling feet could still be heard from the street below. you merely tuned them out as you continued to stare off into the horizon, the tall silhouette of the Eiffel Tower peeking out from in front of the clouds. the light from the setting sun reflected in your eyes as you brung the rim of your glass up to your lips.

“beautiful, isn’t she?”

a voice from your right startled you from your spot leaning against the metal railing, champagne sloshing in your hand from the surprise.

“shit.” you quietly cursed the person as you shook your hand of the wasted alcohol and turned to look at the offender. however what greeted you instantly made you forget your train of thought.

“the tower i mean- isn’t that what you were looking at?” the alarmingly deep voice belonged to a man dressed in black slacks and a white button up, long trench coat stretched over wide shoulders. the words came from plush red lips that lifted into a bashful box like grin and atop his head sat hair that was a rich chocolate brown. the tresses seemed to match the shining almond shaped eyes that beautifully reflected every color of the sky as they flicked back over to your face at the lack of response. “oh excuse me- tu ne parles pas anglais?”

you distinctly recognized the words as French and you couldn’t help but think how sexy the language sounded rolling off his tongue. finally with mortification you realized that he was still expecting an answer.

“no! I mean yes…I do speak english.” you rushed to respond, mentally cursing your ability to make any situation awkward.

“I see…maybe I am intruding, yes? You look like you wanted to be alone.” he asked, brows furrowed and pretty lips turning into a frown. he seemed to have an accent that thickly coated his words and you briefly wondered if he was native to France.

“No-no you’re fine. I could use some company.” You laughed lightly to ease the tension before gesturing back to the view. “And yes it is very beautiful.”

he merely offered you another kind smile and turned back to the horizon in front of the two of you. it was quiet as you booth stood; him sipping on a glass of dark red wine and you still nursing the champagne you had before the man wandered over. the heels on your feet were starting to hurt like hell and you instantly regretted shoving your toes in the nude pumps at the beginning of the evening. the pain must’ve started to show on your face as the man next to you looked on with concern.

“would you like to sit ms…”

“Y/N. my names Y/N and yes thank you.” you smiled gratefully and allowed him to accompany you over to a table set up in the corner of the rooftop.

by now the sun had set behind the clouds and the sky was just starting to light up with stars. before the restaurant relied on the daylight but now small lanterns, hung from looming wires, illuminated the space. people were bustling about in their own conversations and in their own little worlds. yet here you were sitting alone with a strange man in a strange city.

“my names taehyung by the way.” his voice once again snapped you out of your thoughts causing you to send him a look of confusion. “I only thought it fair since I know yours now.”

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but why are you being so…kind?” the question had been sitting on your tongue for a while now.

“well you are very beautiful.” he said this with a small smile and a charming look in his eyes. “too beautiful to be alone in the city of love. I wonder - is there someone that should be accompanying you tonight?”

his question caused a small frown to spread across your face and your gaze to fall to your hands clasped in your lap. “no..there isn’t actually.”

“ah okay...then, what are you doing here in the wonderful city of paris?” his eyes seemed to come alive with the mentioning of the city’s name, arms opening and gesturing towards the surrounding area. watching the man look so at comfortable in his own skin made you envious.

“I don’t really know…running I suppose.” you shrugged and looked off into the distance.

“running from what may I ask?” he said. he seemed to be full of questions.

“it seems silly, since I am in the city of love, but that’s exactly what i’m running from. love.” you sighed and trailed your gaze back over to look at taehyung, finding that his eyes had never left you. the intensity of his stare made you shift in your seat and a small blush to settle on your cheeks.

“oh do continue. I am nothing but open ears.” it didn’t take much convincing for you to tell your story, you had never had a chance to get what happened off your chest properly. you merely informed your friends and immediate family that you were going on a trip and would be back in a month. that had been practically two weeks ago.

“it’s nothing really. his name was yoongi; we were…high school sweethearts. I always knew that he was a bit hard to get through to, but I guess I just thought that if I stuck around long enough he would eventually open up to me.” you said, laughing lightly at your own words. “it was stupid to think he could love anything more than his music.”

it was silent as taehyung registered your words. he could see that you were obviously still hurt by what happened.

“you shouldn’t dwell on something that happened in the past or some loser who couldn’t appreciate what he had.” he said, gaze still strained on you, never wavering.

“that’s easy for you to say. I mean- look at you!” you gestured wildly to the man in front of you. “you look like that!” your words caused taehyung to laugh quietly.

“looks are not the only thing that make a person. the personality is what counts.” you scoffed at cliche use of words.

“i’m serious!” taehyung countered and chuckled at your obvious disbelief before reaching across the table and grasping the hand that reached for your champagne glass. “and I for one think that you are positively radiant. body and mind.”

his words caused a blush to settle on your cheeks and you shyly ducked your head.

“I don’t know about that…” you shook your head and peered up at him from underneath your lashes.

“nonsense! trust me, by the end of the night i’ll have you feeling like the sexiest woman in all of paris.” his words and eyes held a promise that made you shudder at the idea of how he planned to uphold it. but for now you merely smiled and nodded your head in acknowledgment of his words.

for the rest of the night you two talked about anything and everything. he seemed to be an endless pit of money judging by the many appetizers and bottles of wine he was able to keep ordering. you might of tried every french delicacy in the place from escargot to café gourmand. and of course being in France you had to try a couple glasses of wine.

“this is a bordeaux 1988 merlot.” his eyes watched intensely as you took a sip of the dark red liquid, lips sealing over the rim of the glass. “taste the richness of the plum and the light hint of cedar.”

oh you were tasting something alright. the deepness of his voice made his words sound like a purr and the staring contest you two seemed to have going on made you squirm in your seat. at the sight at you moving around he merely smirked and continued on tasting his dessert. you almost wished he would stop with the food and move on the main course, you.

when the night was finally over and both of your belly’s were full, sweet tooth sated, he offered to escort you out. taehyung had been nothing but a gentleman the entire night and you hoped you would be able to see the other side to him that was surely hiding behind charming words and gentle touches. it seemed as if your wishes had been heard when at the exit of the building he asked where you were staying. when you informed him of your lodgings at a local hotel just around the corner he seemed almost appalled.

“that mustn’t do. those places do nothing but sell you a fake experience of France and overcharge you for it.” he said with a wave of his hand. “obviously you’ll have to stay at my place for the night.”

“y-your place?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“yes…is that a problem.” his words practically challenged you to say anything but no. you almost felt like trying your luck just to see what would happen, but you ultimately agreed on it. you almost preened at the idea of staying at the handsome mans home. a man such as taehyung would only settle for the best and most luxurious. once you saw his car you were instantly proved right. the car ride was silent besides the sound of quiet jazz music that played on the radio. it seemed taehyung really liked the saxophone.

“I used to play when I was younger. it’s kind of a hobby.” he said, glancing from the road to send you a quick grin.

“oh? so what do you do now.” your words showed your obvious curiosity.

“i’m an investor mostly. for instance, I own about thirty percent of that restaurant you were at. actually the reason I was there was for a business meeting.” he said it so casually as if owning a five star restaurant wasn’t such an important thing. “surprised?”

“well yeah! I had no idea you owned the place. if you don’t mind me asking how did the meeting go?”

“oh I ended up not going. something far more important caught my attention.” he said. his eyes held a glint of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

arriving at his home, you were greeted by a lofty penthouse that overlooked the entire city of Paris. the doorman outside the building definitely made the place seem like it was only made for the best of the best and you quickly felt out of place. taehyung sensing your discomfort placed a gentle hand on your lower back, guiding you through the lobby and sending small greetings to the staff. the ride up the elevator was so silent that you could a hear pin drop. that was why your gasp was jarring in the small space when you caught taehyungs intense stare in the reflective surface of the wall. you had finally figured out what you had been seeing in his eyes the entire night, hunger.

“taehyung…” your voice caused him to turn his head and look at you. “touch me.”

his figure was like a blur in the reflection and you barely had to time to breathe before he had you up against the wall of the elevator. his scent was intoxicating as he pressed his body close to you, lips sealing over your own. it was almost as if you had been waiting all your life to kiss the man. just the simple touch of his mouth against yours had you letting out a desperate moan. your hands didn’t seem to know where to go as you ran them through his hair before clutching to his back as if your life depended on it.

“fuck I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” he said, voice even deeper than before. his lips continued to stray from your lips to your neck, kissing along your pulse. his teeth nipped at the supple skin, sure to leave purple marks the next day and the idea of being marked by the man made you happier than it should have. you could feel something hardening against your thigh and couldn’t help but grind against it in curiosity. the effect was immediate, taehyung growling against your neck and pushing you farther up the wall, fingers ripping at the collar of your dress in order to get more of your exposed skin.

“taehyung!” you cried. “this dress was expensive!”

“i’ll get you three more just like it.” he said before continuing to leave marks in his wake. you laughed before letting out a small gasp at the nip he gave you in retaliation.

you two almost didn’t hear the ding of the elevator as it finally opened to what you assumed was taehyungs loft. he stepped away finally allowing you a moment to clear your head before he grabbed your hand and pulled you from the confines of the elevator. you didn’t have much time to look around his apartment but from what you could see it was very modern. before you could observe more of the apartments decor, he was pulling you in the direction of the bedroom.

immediately after walking into the room taehyung lifted you and threw you onto the plush king sized bed in the middle of the room, your body bouncing on to the pile of what seemed like a million pillows. you couldn’t help but giggle at the feeling before you caught sight of taehyung slowly stripping off his shirt button by button. your breath caught in your throat. his dark gaze raked over the expanse of your body splayed out before him, never knowing where to stop before they finally landed on your face.

“beautiful…” his words caused you to blush and you couldn’t help but to feel self-conscious. a beautiful man was here ready to practically worship you and yet you still felt like you weren’t enough.

“don’t say that.” you said meekly, ducking your head. “I know i’m not the prettiest girl out there. you could probably have any girl you wanted yet you’re stuck with...this.”

you gestured to your most likely awry hair and smudged makeup, torn dress hanging from your shoulder. your words made taehyung frown.

“even if that were true, which it isn’t, it doesn’t matter because I obviously want you.” he said.

taehyung saw the hesitance in your face before proceeding to kneel on the bed, crawling his way up your body. his hands paved the way for him as he held himself above you, brown eyes gazing down at you from underneath brown bangs. the hardness in his pants was once again pressed against your thigh.

“do you feel that?” he said. “how hard I am for you.”

you breathed out a whine at his words and nodded your head in response. you couldn’t help but reach up and run your hands over his exposed chest, pushing the fabric of his shirt off his shoulders, leaving the material to pool around his wrists. taehyung merely placed a gentle kiss on your lips before lifting himself to kneel at the foot of the bed, throwing his shirt carelessly to the side.

“now strip.”

you didn’t think your face could get any redder at this point and you were glad to be rid of the body clad dress as you felt like you were sweltering in a heat only you could feel.

hesitantly you began to peel the torn material off your body, taehyung watching you the entire time. when the dress fell down to your waist exposing your braless chest you felt nervousness start to course through your body. before you could lift your arms to cover yourself in shame taehyung gripped your wrists and shook his head. with a quick motion he had you pinned underneath him once more, this time your arms glasped tightly in his hands above your head.

“amazing.” taehyung breathed out, staring down at your chest that jutted out in the position. he took both your arms in one hand before using the other to massage your breast. the tips of his calloused fingers caused your nipples to pebble under their ministrations and you had to fight a mewl from escaping your lips as he tweaked the small bud.

“you sound so pretty, princess. let me hear more of those cute little sounds.” you felt his breath against your cheek as he muttered the words and the nickname caused the flush on your cheeks to spread down to your chest. you almost wished your hands were free so you could wind your hands in the those beautiful brown tresses atop his head, but you couldn’t couldn’t help but admit that you liked the feeling of helplessness the position gave you. yet you were still able to lift a leg to wrap around his waist, using it as leverage to lift your hips up and grind against the hard member you felt poking at your thigh.

the friction caused taehyung to let out a quiet moan and his eyes to flutter shut, his head dipping down to rest back in the crook of your neck; teeth biting at your skin and tongue licking over the marks as if he couldn’t get enough of you. an especially sharp nip at the skin of your neck made you yelp in surprise.

“taehyung.” you moaned out quietly, eyes closing as you rolled your neck to the side giving the man more access. the whisper of his name only seemed to spur him on as he took your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. the feeling of his member so close to your core made you let out frustrated noises of pleasure and grind harder up against the man. you heard him tut before he lifted his hips from their position against you.

“not so fast princess. I wanna take my time with you.” he smirked at your apparent frustration at his words. you almost wanted to fuck the smug look off his face, but you knew that eventually you would get the chance to make him regret denying you. you had all night after all.

after making sure you knew your place, he leaned down to seal your lips in a passionate kiss. he bit playfully at your bottom lip, the hand on your breast continuing to rub at the sensitive handful of flesh before abandoning it in favor of trailing it down your stomach. the cold tips of his fingers made you flinch at the sensation but that was quickly replaced by pleasure at the feeling of his mouth clasping around a pert nipple. the tips of his fingers slowly sliding your dress down your hips was barely noticeable, outshined only by the his tongue swirling around the nipple in his mouth. you didn’t know when you had got so sensitive but just a bit of taehyung fondling your breast managed to make you soak through your panties, wetness leaking down your thighs.

your head thumped back against the soft sheets of the bed at the feeling of his fingers grazing over the covered mound of your core. you couldn’t help the breath that caught in your throat at the feeling of his fingers barely sliding over your clit through the soaked material of your underwear. your hips jumped at the feeling and moans continued to slip past your lips as he alternated between sucking and biting at the nipples on your chest.

“taehyung I want- I want..” you could barely get the words out past the moans that left your lips.

“patience sweetheart.” he softly chuckled against the skin of your chest before increasing pressure on your clit.

“oh.” you gasped out, toes curling at the mind numbing feeling. the sound caused taehyung to groan as he lifted his head to look into your eyes. he placed a sweet kiss against your lips before finally letting your hands go in favor of sliding down your body. his fingers hooked in the band of your underwear before dragging the material down your knees to pool at your ankles along with your dress. you don’t think you can kick the clothes off any faster.

his hands felt huge as they trailed up your legs, tickling at the supple flesh of your thighs before parting them to gaze down at your fluttering lips. his stare made you feel like you were under the lens of a microscope and you couldn’t help but cover up your red face causing taehyung to tut.

“ah ah ah baby. don’t cover yourself up. ” taehyungs hands reached up to move yours from your face. “ I wanna see the pretty faces you make as I eat your cute little pussy.”

the mere idea of being eaten out used to make you embarrassed; you never felt confident enough to even let your ex see your naked body in the light. yet taehyungs words only had more wetness leaking out of you. judging by taehyungs face you could see he noticed too.

“oh? do you like that idea princess?” his words sounded smug as he finally reached a hand down to graze over your aching clit.

you couldn’t help but try to grind against his hand “taehyung please….”

he chuckled darkly at your desperation before granting your wish; fingers abandoning your clit in favor of dipping a cold finger into your entrance as you whined in a desperate plea.

his finger granted you a brief relief before he pulled it back out to spread the wetness around your pink and abused lips. taehyungs gaze was trained on the sight of his fingers between your legs, eyes dark with lust as he bit his lip. “such a pretty pussy.”

you watched with bated breathe as he brought a soaked digit up to his mouth, tongue peeking out and eyes fluttering closed at the taste. he moaned as he sucked them clean before drawing them out with a pop.

“delicious.”

suddenly his finger dipped back into your entrance, pumping the digit in and out painstakingly slow as his thumb came up to rub at your clit. just when you thought it couldn’t get any better you felt him shove another finger into your fluttering core. you couldn’t help but try to hide your embarrassingly desperate moans behind a hand.

“what did I say earlier, princess?” his thumb rubbed against your clit as he punctuated his words with a thrust of his fingers. “I wanna hear you.”

“fuck….” you whimpered.

your eyes squeezed shut at the slight burn you felt, but it was soon drowned out by the feeling of plush lips trailing up your thigh. the cold tip of his nose shocked you as it bumped up against your clit. yet the feeling was nothing compared to his tongue licking a steady stripe up your slit. glancing down you could see taehyung was clearly caught up in what he was doing as he continued lapping at your clit. you gripped harshly at his sweaty brown hair, hips coming up to get more of his tongue across your core.

the sight of your flushed cheeks and bitten swollen lips, messy hair and chest heaving with pleasure had taehyung palming himself through his slacks. yet even though he was rock hard, getting off was the last thing in his mind. he wanted to watch you unravel.

“absolutely beautiful.” his words vibrated against your clit causing you to whine and grip his hair tighter. your reaction only seemed to spur him on as he continued to devour the wetness leaking from your entrance. he had never tasted anything so delicious and he never wanted to stop.

your climax was quickly sneaking up on you as he continued to pump his digits in and out of your entrance, tongue sucking on your abused clit. despite the tightening coil in your core, taehyung continued; scissoring his fingers as he brought them out and then fucking them back in slow and deep.

“ah- fuck. taehyung please let me cum.” the words left your lips in pants as you leaned your head back and tried desperately to grind your core against his mouth and fingers.

your words only served to make him sharpen his tongue into a point and slide the hot, wet appendage into your entrance. your mouth formed a circle and your eyes clenched shut as you let out a silent moan. sweat ran down both of your faces; your hair stuck to the nape of your neck and taehyungs mouth covered in your release. your hands pushed his face further into your core in order to ride his tongue and he let you have your way briefly before pulling his face away and continuing to fuck you with his fingers.

“that’s it, princess. riding my fingers like a good girl.” his words continued to make the heat in your stomach coil tighter. “go ahead and cum so I can stick my cock in your pretty little cunt.”

his words and increased pace finally had you reaching your climax. tears pricked your eyes as the coil tightened before snapping and a fresh batch of wet leaked out around his fingers. white flashed behind your eyes and all you could hear was your heart thumping in your chest and blood rushing in your ears. your knuckles were practically white as you gripped taehyungs hair riding out your high. harsh pants escaped your lips as you came down from your high; your fingers weakening the hold on taehyungs head.

“that was the most sexiest thing I have ever seen.” taehyungs guttural voice managed to bring you back to reality as you slowly opened your eyes to peer down at the man between your legs. your fingers pushed the sweaty hair off his forehead as you laughed tiredly at taeyhungs words and a grin stretched across your lips.

“wan’ your cock now taehyungie.”

the slurred words caught the man off guard but still caused him to shudder and he had to take a minute to calm himself before he came in his pants. he could only nod as he got up from the spot between your legs, fingers fumbling with his belt as he stripped from his pants. the slacks and underwear lay forgotten with the rest of the clothes as he kneeled before you, member slapping up against his stomach. the sight almost had your mouth watering.

“like what you see, babygirl?” he said smugly.

you couldn’t stop yourself from nodding. even though he wasn’t the thickest, he was considerably more girthy than anyone you had ever taken. not to mention the length was more than desirable. the fat flushed head of his cock was dripping pre cum and you instantly felt bad for making him wait so long. you parted your legs in beckoning and he surged forward to resume his rightful place between your thighs.

“what the princess wants, the princess gets.” he chuckled lowly as he stared down at you. you couldn’t help but hope the look in his eyes was one of love and not just lust. it sounded stupid since you had only met the man that night, but a girl could dream couldn’t she? “brace yourself sweetheart.”

the feeling of his member pushing against your entrance made you intake a sharp breath. he gave you a second before pushing into the hilt, releasing a breathless groan as you squeezed tight around his cock. the feeling of his cock sliding into your fluttering walls had a moan slipping past your lips and your eyes clenching shut.

taehyungs hands were on your hips, holding you firmly to his base as he took a minute to catch his breath before drawing back out. abruptly he shoved his cock back into your entrance, jostling your entire body up the bed.

“I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy up so good.” taehyungs grunted as he thrusted into you, shoving his cock up against your womb. you almost feel like you were too full, and you didn’t know how you were gonna manage as he thrusted upwards into your soaking entrance.

you could only moan in response as he littered your neck with even more bruises than before, using his hands on your hips to guide you down onto his cock while thrusting into you simultaneously.

“princess, you’re so tight.” he groaned lowly in your ear. “do you know how many times I thought about this while talking to you tonight? watching you wrap your lips around those wine glasses when all I wanted was them around my cock, did you want to tease me, hmmm? answer me...”his whispers send a shudder racking down your spine.

“taehyung…please..”

he only growled in response, and slammed into you harder, your breasts shaking from the force. you could only dig your nails into his shoulders, hanging on for the ride and every time he bottomed out you felt your second climax drawing nearer and nearer.

“you look so beautiful like this. you’re making such a mess, leaking all over my cock like this.” his words came out in harsh pants against your cheek, the delicious wet sound of his balls slapping against your slit making you leak even more onto the sheets.

“you’re practically dripping for me.” his cock was twitching inside you and you feel it growing almost unbearably hot. his words come out strained and you instantly knew he was close.

“tae, I want your cum so bad.” you moaned around the words, head thrown back in pleasure.

“oh does my princess want my cum in her tight little pussy? hmm, want me to knock you up and keep you here round with my kids?” taehyungs words have your eyes rolling back into your head as he punctuates them with a thrust. you can feel his cock bulging against your stomach and you nod your head with enthusiasm as you push yourself up against thrusts.

“yes, taehyung! please!” you can feel your climax right around the corner and you’re almost delirious with the feeling. “fill my pussy!”

your words are just the right thing to push him off the edge, giving two hard thrusts before he spilled his cum inside your walls, grasping your waist firmly to seal his hips to yours. the warmth and intensity of his spurts of cum against the entrance to your womb makes you convulse around him as he releases, cum drowning your womb till you’re overflowing with him. he continued to fuck his cum into you with deep thrusts, watching it spill around his length and leak down your thighs, dripping onto the sheets beneath you.

you felt truly and utterly exhausted, the two orgasms taking most of your energy. taehyung continued to pant harshly in your ear before rolling to the side and pulling you to his chest, his spent length slipping out of you. you instantly felt some of his cum dribble out onto your slit and you watched as taehyung reached down to cup what had escaped, pressing his cum back inside you with two fingers causing you to squirm in sensitivity.

“definitely think you’re getting pregnant.” he said with a small chuckle and a dangerous glint in his eye.

“oh you think? don’t think that ones gonna take.” you replied back jockingly.

“we can always go again or…maybe a third time?” he said laughing. his eyes roamed over your tired figure before sighing and reaching up to cup your cheek, his eyes holding a fond look.

“happy valentine’s, mon amour.”

“happy valentines, tae tae.” you said, hand cupping his own on your cheek.

the night had started off lonely and you were more than content to spend it like that. yet you were thankful you had met taehyung, and the cum nestled snugly in your womb made you feel warm from the inside out.

“I just hope the baby isn’t a scorpio.”

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