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age gap (23/31), oral. yandere!yoongi x 8th!fem!member.
y!yoongi who loves his pretty girlâs cunt.
it wasnât obsessive to begin with, foreplay would take longer because he was adamant on making you cum a few times before he fucked you, and then it turned it.
the way you squeeze around him, the way you moan out daddy, itâs sâfucking good, thatâs what turned it obsessive.
so who cares about how he feels towards the others and the people who view your - what they claim is platonic - relationship. when somebody says something too nasty he gets his revenge, writes a few too many verses saying how without bangtan those people wouldnât even exist, so he feels better in the end.
he feels the best when heâs pushing his hands up your thighs and gripping them tight.
it was the night after the dâday final show, and you thought youâd be a great member and go to see your elder perform.
of course it ends the way every other night does, him on his knees between your legs (god forbid you hurt your back one of these days!) as he nuzzles his nose over your clothed clit. he breathes in sharply through his nose and thatâs enough to have you breathless, how he trails the tip over your clitâ round and round.
your head just peaking up to watch him as he pushes his nose further down and over your clothed slit, how you soak your black panties - bought by him of course - and leave a waiting mess for him to clean up.
he mutters how much he loves you, how much he loves this. you praise him by saying this was all he was good for and the degradation after a night of praise goes straight to his head and straight to his cock.
he looked up at your, a long stripe of salvia leaving its mark on your panties as he pushes his fingers to hold them to the side. he moans, looking at your cunt.
he lets out a low hum in adoration, eyes shining with something so much darker, something so much crueler, when he pushes his mouth over your clit.
and he fucking moans.
your hands find his hair in an instantâ fuck, he groans out in blissâ and he ups his pace. his tongue plays with your clit like a routine.
you donât stop him, you never do, when you begin to get tired because he knows how you feel by the twitch of your thighs. yoongi nudges his nose one last time, mouth full of you.
he doesnât think twice when he sits up, pushes two fingers up your thighs until heâs pushing them into your tight little cunt, and pushes his mouth onto yours.
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á°.á lazy mornings with a clingy jungkook bc i miss him.
itâs early. too early. like, the kind of early that makes you groan and bury yourself deeper into the warmth of your blankets. but the problem is⌠jungkook is your blanket. and heâs not having it.
heâs pressed up against you, bare skin against bare skin, all warmth and muscle and soft sheets tangled between your legs. his arm is slung lazily around your waist, fingers tracing little patterns on your hip, his breath warm as he buries his face into the curve of your neck.
âbaby,â he murmurs, voice all raspy and sleep-heavy, lips brushing over your skin. âwake up.â
you let out a tiny, sleepy whine, turning your head away from him, but he only chuckles, the sound deep and so smug, like he knows exactly what heâs doing. because, of course, he does.
his lips move slowly, pressing the softest, laziest kisses along your jaw, your shoulder, the back of your neck. âcome on,â he whispers, his hand sliding over your stomach, fingers spreading over your ribs, warm and teasing. âdonât make me do something drastic.â
and ugh, heâs so annoying. but also, he feels so good. so solid and warm behind you, his lips sending tiny little shivers down your spine with each kiss. his hand moves again, fingertips just barely brushing under your breasts now, featherlight.
you suck in a breath. he grins against your skin.
âthere you are,â he whispers, nipping at your earlobe, voice smug as ever. âgood morning, my love.â
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đžđ đđ˝đžđ¸đ˝... your angel of a boyfriend always respected your wishes and boundaries. but what happens when you feel your resolutions slowly crumble to the ground?
đ¸đđđđśđžđđ... [smut!] teasing, making out, mentions of dry humping, fingering, reader's first time, softdom!gguk Ă inexperienced!reader, gentle sex, mentions of discomfort during penetration.
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There were certain things you absolutely loved about your boyfriend, like the way his eyes lit up in excitement when you cooked him his favourite meal, or the way his natural non-toxic masculine energy immediately put you at ease, making you slide into your soft feminine energy naturally. This was probably one of the first things you noticed even before you got together, slowly becoming aware of how well you fit into a balanced dynamic that you both felt comfortable in.
But, most of all, you loved the way he never pushed you to do things you weren't keen on doing, never made you feel like you had to something for him "because he said so", never forced anything. Always treated you so well, so gently, so lovingly. He held you at night tight enough like he was afraid you would slip from his arms, but also so delicately like he was scared he could break you if he made a tiny mistake, the same way glass shatters to the ground if you're not careful enough.
So it shouldn't have been a surprise when you told him you weren't ready to have sex just yet, tears striking down your face in fear he would leave you right then and there, and he didn't even appear to be annoyed by that. If anything, he ran you a warm bubble bath, hugging you from behind while cuddling you and whispering sweet nothings to reassure you that no, he wouldn't leave you for that and yes, he would wait as long as you needed.Â
"Thank you," you had whispered, sniffling softly as the sobs finally subdued. Jungkook gathered the bubbles in the palm of his hand, blowing them in your face. His expression visibly relaxed as you giggled, wiping the scented bubbles that landed on the tip of your nose.Â
"Princess, I don't want you to feel pressured about doing anything with me, got that? I could never leave you, I love you too much. Also, your cute little face got me wrapped around your pinky."
A few months had passed from that moment, and he had kept his promise. This doesnât mean that you never shared moments of intimacy, but rather that you both opted for things that you liked and were comfortable in, like grinding while making out, or giving and receiving oral. And you always felt so at ease, so sure that he would never take advantage of you in any way or form.
But as time went on, you felt your resolutions slowly crumble to the ground: it all started with following him on set, watching mesmerized as he posed for the camera. He was magnificent in his expressions, in his demeanor, in the way he rocked the outfits given by the CK company. He was confident, alluring, his muscles moving in a way that made you feel tingly all over. His eyes caught yours, crouched on the chair behind the camera, trying to be invisible to the eyes of all the professionals that hurriedly walked around you. You watched as a weird glint sparkled in his eyes, his lips curling in a knowing smirk briefly before he snapped back into character, leaving you a flustered, breathless mess. You werenât entirely sure, but after that it looked like he posed even sexier for the camera, manipulating his body so that it could allure you in the same way a sirenâs song allures pirates before devouring them. and god, did it workâŚ
You shifted around uncomfortably, fiddling with your phone, looking around at anything to tear your eyes from your boyfriend, trying to ignore the wetness pooling between your legs. and Jungkook took notice of every effort you made to hide your need, quite amused by it all. Soon after, the director called for the end of the day, screaming loud enough for everyone to hear âgood job, guys, see you tomorrow!â, clapping his hands and stopping by the photographer to discuss something about the lightning of some photos.Â
Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, stretching his body to relax his tensed limbs before making his way to you, chuckling darkly when he noticed you acting like you werenât paying any attention to him. he leaned over you, trapping you between his arms as his lips hovered your ear. âWhat's wrong, princess?â he purred, nibbling softly your earlobe. Your breath struck in your throat at his sultry tone, and you prayed he couldnât hear your heart thrumming in your chest, or your hands shaking by your side. You felt like you were floating in a bubble where nothing mattered aside from his presence, and his musky cologne that clouded your senses and made your head dizzy. You closed your eyes breathing it in, parting your lips slightly to let out a soft breath.
Jungkook hummed pleased at your responsiveness, cupping your jaw with his warm hand. He traced your bottom lip with his thumb, staring at it almost as if hypnotised by his own action, pulling it down softly before murmuring âletâs go home, princessâ, a tinge of urgency lacing his words.Â
The drive home was probably the quickest youâve ever been in, with Jungkookâs foot slamming the pedal to the ground, one hand grabbing possessively your thigh and fingers touching where you most need him with featherlight pressure. As soon as the car pulled into the driveway Jungkook was quick to pick you up and bring you inside, pushing your back against the door as soon as it closed behind you.Â
His lips immediately found yours, pulling you into a desperate kiss. He gently pulled your hair at the back of your neck, angling your face better in order to deepen the kiss. You moaned, the sound swallowed by your boyfriendâs lips, hands tugging at his shirt to take it off. Jungkook pulled back slightly, groaning at the sight of your swollen red lips and hooded eyes. âBedroom?â he asked, throwing his shirt on the ground.
âYes, pleaseâ you whispered, following him around the house as more kissing and more stripping occurred, ending up in the bedroom already half naked and even more worked up than before. You wiggled out of the shirt that covered your chest and your panties-clad bottom, straddling your boyfriendâs lap as he sat against the headboard.
âCâmon, princess, you know what to doâ he said, hands holding your thighs firmly while you rocked back and forth, whimpering as his still clothed boner provided the perfect friction against your aching clit. âWant⌠more,â you cried out, hips rutting desperately. Jungkookâs lips latched on your skin, sucking deep purple spots all over your neck and collarbones. âYeah?â he asked against your flesh, âwhat is it that you want, princess?â
Your cheeks burned at the embarrassment, yet it didnât stop you from whimpering âwant you inside meâ. You felt your boyfriendâs body tense beneath you, his kissing stopping on the spot. His hand cupped your jaw, keeping you in place as his eyes locked with yours. âWhat did you say, princess?â
If possible, you felt your whole body catch on fire just from his tone alone, trying to divert your gaze as you repeated shyly âwant⌠want you inside me. Pleaseâ. You swore you felt his cock throbbing at your words, his pupils completely blown out in lust. The fingers that held your jaw twitched briefly before he asked âyouâre sure, princess?â, struggling to hide the restraint in his voice. You nodded, rocking your hips tentatively to spur him on. Â
He bit his lip, trying to hold back the smile that threatened to break over his face. He failed at that, though, and a happy giggle escaped his lips as he switched your position, letting you fall on the soft pillows, your back landing on the mattress. He showered your face in excited kisses before he finally calmed down, a serious expression on his face. âPromise youâll tell me if I'm hurting you or if you want to stopâ. You smiled, nodding your head. âPinky promiseâ. And just like that he was on you again, reaching a hand behind your back to flick your bra off your chest, sighing in pleasure once he cupped your breast in his hand, gently rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.Â
âAlways looking so pretty,â he purred, reaching a hand down to unzip his pants, trying to take some pressure off his painfully hard member. He groaned, muttering a small âfuck,â before lowering his head on your torso, kissing his way down all the way to your panties. He pressed a hand on your thigh, keeping you spread over in front of his eyes. He smirked pleased at the wet patch on the baby blue fabric of your thong, rubbing his thumb up and down your clothed slit, then pressing his finger on your clit. âOh fuck- please, Kook,â you moaned, bucking your hips up to gain some more friction.Â
âPatience, princess,â he whispered, blowing softly on your clothed sex. You gasped at the feeling, trying to press your thighs back together, but you were stopped by Jungkookâs firm grasp that pinned you to the bed. âHow sensitive,â he chuckled, teasingly licking a stripe up the drenched fabric. You whimpered, a string of pleas falling repeatedly from your plush lips as you grew progressively more desperate for more.
âOh I know, I know, princess,â he cooed, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulling them down, throwing them somewhere on the floor. âGonna make you feel so nice,â he continued, stopping to admire your glistening folds, all wet and leaking just for him. He ran his pointer finger between your folds, gathering your moisture before slowly slipping the finger in.Â
âOh-â you gasped, closing your eyes as Jungkookâs finger stroked your walls, curling it just right. âGonna put another one in,â he murmured, slipping another finger in. A loud moan escaped your lips, spurring your boyfriend to move in quicker and deeper movements, his fingers hitting repeatedly your g-spot almost as if in a quest to let you release as many sounds as possible. Slick sounds and ragged breaths filled the room, your mind clouding into a hazy state. The bands in your stomach threatened to snap at any moment now, your walls fluttering around Jungkookâs fingers.
Said man, of course, wanted to toy with you a little longer before giving you the relief you needed, and thatâs why he immediately pulled his fingers out, chucking darkly at your disappointed whines. He slipped the same two fingers in his mouth, moaning around them as your juices dripped on his tongue. âAlways taste so good,â he groaned, leaning down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. âThink youâre ready for me, princess?â
You nodded eagerly, though you couldnât hide the nervousness pricking at the back of your neck. âCan you just⌠be gentle? Like, a lot? Pretty pleaseâ.
âOf course, princess, you donât even have to ask. Weâre gonna take it nice and slow, yeah?â of course there was no doubt that Jungkook already planned on taking it easy with you, nevertheless the confirmation was much needed for you, helping your nerves ease even a tiny bit.Â
The man sat back on his knees, taking off his pants and briefs in one go. Even though it wasnât the first time you had seen him completely naked, you couldnât help but stare at him mesmerised. He was just that good looking, his body built the same way the greeks carved their most beloved statues. Your mouth ran dry at the sight, and your hands itched to explore every inch of flesh.Â
Jungkook leaned back down, caging your head between his arms. He stroked your cheek lovingly, kissing you softly before asking âDo you want me to put a condom on?â
You shook your head, whispering âIâm still on the pill, itâs fine. Wanna feel you rawâ. Your boyfriend closed his eyes at the confession, your desire of feeling him bare both arousing and touching. âOkay,â his hand reached between your bodies, holding his member in a firm grasp as he ran his almost purplish tip over your folds, gathering your wetness.Â
âOh god,â you choked out, your walls clenching around nothing. Finally, Jungkook aligned his cock with your entrance, looking at your face one last time before slowly pushing it in, holding you closer to his chest as you gasped in discomfort. âKookâŚngh, waitâŚâ
âI got you, princess,â he cooed, stopping his motion immediately. He stroked your hair, and he didnât even wince when you bit his bicep to ignore the discomfort between your hips. ââs alright, love. I promise itâs gonna feel nice really soon, hold tight for meâ.
You nodded, taking a shaky breath in before your boyfriend pushed a couple more inches or so inside you, settling deep before he stilled his movements, waiting for you to give him permission to do anything. Despite the uncomfortable sensation, you couldnât ignore how full you felt and how good it felt to have him nestled inside your walls completely bare, allowing you to feel even the littlest throb. Meanwhile, your angel of a boyfriend did everything in his hold to distract you, from kissing your lips to nibbling your earlobe, wanting you to feel good yet feeling guilty because he couldnât do anything to let the pain subside faster.
âMmh- Kook⌠I think you can move now,â you croaked out, catching Jungkookâs attention. The man whispered a soft âokay,â then locked your lips in a slow and passionate kiss as he began moving, pulling out almost entirely before pushing back in, over and over again. Soon, you whimpers of discomfort turned into moans of pleasure, and Jungkook followed you by example. Noises of skin slapping skin echoed in the bedroom, almost harmonising with your moans and grunts.Â
âPrincess⌠can I- fuck, can I go faster?â you nodded again, throwing your head against the pillows as Jungkookâs hips picked up their pace, almost snapping against your body. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, jaw hanging low while your boyfriend got drunk on the sight, hissing as he felt himself approaching his orgasm at lightâs speed. His hand reached down, toying with your clit to bring you closer to your finish line. However, he almost lost it all when you let out a loud, almost pornographic, moan, your walls sucking him in greedily.Â
His brows furrowed in concentration, determined to make you cum before he did. âCâmon, princess, give it to me,â he grunted, applying the right pressure to your clit to make you completely unravel under him, whimpering and shaking as your walls fluttered around his dick. âFuck!â he exclaimed, pulling out just in time to spill his warm milky white cum on your tummy, decorating your skin in ropes of white.Â
He laid beside you with a huff, scanning your body with his eyes to check that everything was alright. He took a strand of hair falling onto your eyes and lovingly pushed it behind your ear, smiling at you softly as you opened your eyes back. âDoing alright, love?â
You hummed, feeling too weak to mutter out anything. Your body still shook with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you felt your sensitive sex still pulsing uncomfortably, but overall you felt great, and your mind wasnât running miles per hour for once.Â
Jungkook pulled you in closer, wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight. âCâmon, Iâll run us a bath. Youâve been so good, I love you so much, princess.â
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â a.n: first fic on here! let me know what you guys think, I'm so excited!
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yandere!au x 8th!au. fem!20!reader. smut. the usual.
y!yoongi needs his little girl. the youngest member, the cute one, the pretty one that lets him push her legs apart and take whatâs his (theirs). he needs his good girl who lets him push his cock inside her until sheâs begging for him to slow down! please, daddy! justâ just please!
y!min yoongi is a sick fuck, just like the others, and he adores the way she clenches around him because her little hole still hasnât adjusted to his size even after all these months. but he loves it the most when she pushes him down and rides him, ass facing him so she can watch her favourite show.
the way she fucks him, drags her hips back and forth like itâs nobodyâs business, and doesnât even take it into consideration how sheâs all but ruining and saving his life at the same time.
sheâs a pretty girl when sheâs lost in pleasure, given to her by her favourite men, eyes all hazy and body all slack. but she never gives up, nah not never, so she starts that rhythm again.
y!yoongiâs a freak with the way he corrupts her, pushes a finger into her mouth when theyâre in the car on the way to the airport to calm her downâ give her something to suck on. heâs a cunt when he pushes her hips against his own in the busy airport queue, the group waiting for fans to clam down, and heâs made sure theyâre hidden enough for him to press his clothed cock against her.
heâs a freak. a dirty old man who loves the way she needs him, them, and his, their, cock.
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pwp (smut. thatâs your only warning). yandere!namjoon. 8th!fem!reader. age gap (23/30 - past : 19/26)
pervy shit. ot7 x reader [ referenced, implied ] icky shit (daddyâs girl, teaching how to fuck)
when namjoon was told, four years ago, that hybe would be bringing in a new female member to the all male group, he couldâve laughed in their faces. in fact he did, a lot. to the point of tears almost.
now, fast forward to some time in february in paris, heâd pay them thousands as a thank you. you were so kind. thatâs what he noticed first, thatâs what he notices now.
the way you look up at him with his cock in your mouth, sliding down your throat. both hands wrapped around his thick girth, the way you grind your pretty, wet cunt against the pink rug beneath you is enough for his head to spin.
youâre a daddyâs girl with the way you swirl your tongue against his tip, the early morning blues kicking in, the way you moan around his cock with delight.
he taught you, a year after you joined, how to take his cock. every weekend heâd kneel you down, take his cock out and guide you how to suck him off correctly. he always was a good leader.
he watched as you carried on with your mouth, the way your hips lazily began a pace against the rugâ the way you were leaving a wet patch like an animal.
heâs a good daddy, so he lets you cum. right there on the floor as he pushes a couch pillow down to beneath your legs and beckons for you to go ahead.
heâs a good leader so he shares his teachings with his members. he lets them use your throat whenever you desire they deserve it.
heâs a good man, so he never pushes you into anything of the sort.
heâs a bad man, teaching you how to fuck a man seven years older than you a week after your twentieth birthdayâ all those years ago.
and youâre a good girl, so you let them spoil you, spread your legs, whatever you wanted you got. youâre a good girl, so you donât stop grinding against that pillow until itâs all but stuck to your thighs.
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it's really difficult to focus when there's a pair of eyes staring shooting stars into your soul and it's none other than jungkook's boba eyes.
it threw you off when things had gotten serious between you two. your mutual friend always described him like the strong and silent type, someone who was physically intimidating with his arm painted in a full sleeve of tattoos and the piercing that jostled around his lip.
did he mean to leave out the fact that jungkook was, very much, a loser underneath everything?
well, maybe he did, because the moment you're left alone with him, jungkook's eyes soften so drastically. his intentionally unkempt hair was even wilder than before, and he's got his head perched on top of a closed fist.
you really couldn't help but to spare a glance at the man settling in across you, and goodness, did you feel like melting.
jungkook, with a little pout on his lips, pupils so dilated and brown eyes so imploring that you swore that his sclera disappeared for the briefest of moments.
"why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, just as softly as he was gazing upon you. jungkook just hums, tilting his head at an angle, like he happened to be unaware of his effects on you.
"why not? you're the only one who allows me to be this pathetic."
sweet mother of-
and it's not just with you, either. in his more relaxed moments, all you could see from your peripherals is a man who you know is jacked underneath his oversized hoodie, with puffed-up cheeks and a gaze so adorably focused that you don't find it in you to disturb him when he's staring down at a tub of ice cream in the grocery store.
but...maybe it's your way of affirming yourself.
maybe knowing that jungkook looks at you like a little doe makes you feel a little more appreciated. maybe knowing that he's going to say something so diabolical and cheesy because he's just that happy to be with you is your way of telling yourself that you finally found someone who "allows themselves to be pathetic" around you.
ah, what a man.
a/n: AHAAAAA, see? I told you it was gonna come soon >v< brought to you by MIRUSCENIC Š 2025. all rights reserved.
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Hi everyoneee! Finally my redbubble shop has been published! I'm still editing it & I'm new to redbubble, but if you want new stickers/phone cases pls check my cute shop out thankiess! đđ
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39 | Legends of Darlaria
⨰ summary: You wake up in yet another unfamiliar place. This time, however, these strangers seem to recognize you. With your previous judgments and aspirations thrown out the window, you're now forced to face where your loyalties really lie. Who will you betray? And which General will you choose to stand by his side?
⨰ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader & jungkook x reader | PG-15
⨰ genre: 70% angst, 30% fluff | war!au & magic!au
⨰ warnings: profanity
⨰ wordcount: 5.2k
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â§â§Many, Many Circas Agoâ§â§
The news of Hajinâs death spread faster than the Solarian fire. It upset many; she wasnât only a dedicated soldier but also the crown princessâthe last heir to the Darlaean throne. And to you, she was your best friend, your soulmate, someone akin to being your sister.Â
You were forced to make a mind-numbing speech to the nation, taking responsibility as the General who allowed the princess to be slain under her watch. Your soldiers listened, heads bowed, understanding that the Solarians were to blame. But many others denounced your authority, criticized your methods, and blamed you for handing Hajin off on a silver platter for the Solarians to kill. Someone threw their shoe at you when you were up on the stage, which hit your cheek at an astonishing velocity and left it bruised. You were forced off the platform to avoid any more attacks from the angry crowd. The next day, scholars in the 11th city used your failures to advocate that Darlae should surrender or at least push for peace.Â
Your bruised cheek and sprained ankle from the battle healed immediately with your private team of healers, but the pain never stopped. Perhaps it was the guiltâthat it really was your fault that Hajin was deadâor perhaps it was the pain of having thousands of Darlaeans despise your existence for a mistake that killed such a beloved member of royalty. You werenât sure what went wrong. But you knew you had the power to prevent it, and youâd failed.
It was cowardly of you, but you fled to the comfort of the 12th city, unable to handle the agony. Hoseok took you in with open arms. Not once did he blame you for your failure to protect his daughter. Instead, he treated you as his own, which he always had anyway. But the pain of having lost his only child, the last heir to the throne had affected him too. For days after her death, he didnât come out of his chambers and left his food untouched.
You were in a similar state. You spent the next week in your chambers in the castle, unable to get out of bed, unable to find the motivation to even lift your head from your pillow. Jungkook grew worried about you. He visited the 12th city on the eighth day since Hajinâs death and knocked upon your door. When you didnât answer, he slowly opened it, only to find you hidden under your blankets.
âHey,â he said, his voice gentle and quiet.
You didnât answerâcouldnât. You were afraid of crying again.Â
âThe people donât know what theyâre talking about,â he tried again. âI talked to your parents and asked them to placate the scholars. And Iâve done everything in my power to squash misconceptions and rumors about your role in⌠in her passing.â
Still no answer. But you were trembling now.Â
âIt wasnât your fault,â he said. âItâs the damn war.â
That only reminded you of the job that youâd neglected for a week. How could you ever go back to commanding the army having made such a large mistake that killed your best friend? How could it not be your fault? Why couldnât you protect her? You couldâve easily put her in the flank of the formation that statistically had the lowest casualties. Why didnât you? Was it an oversight? Were you too confident in her capabilities? But she was capable. She always was. She was only an unlucky victim of a vicious Solarian soldier who was known to shoot at her targets with metal rings on her hands. How fucking inhumane.Â
âHey,â Jungkook said again. It brought you back to reality, which only sharpened the taste of anguish.Â
He sat at the edge of the bedâyou only knew because the mattress dipped.Â
âCome back to the 1st city with me,â he said. âWe have to move on.â He sounded sweet, or maybe you were in love with his voice, among the other parts of him. But his words cut deeply.
You ripped the covers over your head. A wave of fresh air hit your nose. He was in his uniform with the fur cape wrapped around his shouldersâeven though he shouldâve had plenty of time to change into something more comfortable. He liked to be in uniform when he discussed the military, and it stung that he believed this was a matter of business when it should be personal.
Hot tears spilled out of your eyes. âMove on? How can you say that?âÂ
Heâd been present at the funeral, during your embarrassing failure of a eulogy. And as soon as you were ushered off the stage, he was sent up for what you could only assume was damage control. He had the miraculous ability to appease the crowdâat least, divert their attention away from you and add fuel to the burning hatred of a fire that most Darlaeans felt toward the Solarians. He was stern but unveiled just enough emotion to charm. And yet he never cried. Not even behind closed doors. The day after, he operated as he usually didâas if nothing had happened at all.
âY/N, sheâs dead now,â Jungkook said. âWe should focus on the war.â
Anger ripped through your chest. The red was back, and you were oh so sick of it. They were only words, but they somehow pained you even more. You couldnât help but to raise your voice. âShe was our friend!â
âSheâs just another fallen soldier.â
âYou know damn well she was not!â
How could he reduce all the memories, the late-night talks over dinner, all of the time the two of you spent with her into nothing? How could he be so cruel?
âShe saved my life once,â he admitted. âAnd Iâll forever be sorry that I wasnât able to return the favor. But we leave the dead on the ground no matter who they are.â
â...What?â
âItâs to protect the soldiers who are living. You know that.â
âWithout me and Taehyung, we wouldnât have had her body at the funeral!âÂ
âAnd you are both fortunate to be alive,â he said. How the hell could he sound so level-headed despite your adversarial tone? âWe canât risk the lives of the living for the dead.â
âBut this was different!â Tears blurred your vision. You stumbled out of bed to face him, pointing an accusatory finger at his chest. âShe was the crown princess, and she was your friend. You said youâd be sad if she died! But how can you act like nothing happened? How can you justâjust fucking leave her on the battlefield? You couldnât even cover for me!â
âDonât accuse me of never caring about her,â Jungkook said. His voice was barely above a whisper, but you could tell he was furious. His fists were clenched and his body tensed as he averted his eyes. âDonât fucking go there.â
âBut you left her!â
And you left me.
âYou donât order a retreat for one soldier, Y/N,â he said. âI donât care if she was our friend. I donât care if she was the crown princess. There was no retreat ordered when General Son was injured, so why the fuck would we stop a battle we are winning for a dead, unranked soldier?â
You were shocked into silence.Â
His eyes were so cold, devoid of any emotion.Â
I donât care if she was our friend. I donât care if she was the crown princess.
You were shaking, and though you had enough layers of clothing on, you felt perpetually cold.Â
We donât stop a battle we are winning for a dead, unranked soldier.
Before you knew it, you were screaming at him. You donât know if you were saying words, or if you were just simply screaming and screaming and screaming, but your throat felt raw. Your knees hit the floor, tears from your face splattering on the ground on impact.
You didnât know how long you were screaming. Your ears were ringing, your jaw aching. But you couldnât stop. And when you believed the pain couldnât possibly get worse, you saw him stand. Then, he walked away.
Your world shattered.Â
Heâd left. Heâd really left.
All the rage inside your body dissolved into an even worse painâgrief. Fresh, hot tears streamed down your face.Â
You wondered if heâd ever come back.Â
It had been weeks since Hajinâs death, but not a day had gone by without you crying over her grave. If you werenât in the royal graveyard, hunched over Hajinâs tombstone, you were ensconced under your covers, hoping perhaps that youâd suffocate and be put out of your misery.Â
You hadnât spoken to your lieutenant at all since your last fight, but somehow, your army ran quite smoothly, even though you were on temporary leave. The Darlaean King told you to take as much time as you needed to mourn and advised Jungkook to look after his nation for the time being.
âPlease, take care of Y/N when she forgets to take care of herself,â Hoseok had told him. You and Jungkook still werenât on speaking terms then, yet he swore to the king that he would take care of you until the end. That stung. If you did come to your end, heâd leave your body on the battlefield without batting an eye. It was such a stupid, selfish thought to have amidst the other miseries in your life, but you couldnât help it. It still hurt. The thought had made you sob in front of the king, and Hoseok had sobbed with you, yet for a different reason. And, of course, Jungkook stayed silent, watching the two of you cry without a single fluctuation of emotion on his face.
The days seemed to drag on and dash past at the same time. It all felt the same to you, anyway. You lost yourself in the world of the past, spending most of your days daydreaming about your time with Hajin in the Training Corpsâthings were so much simpler then. It made you feel like she was still aliveâas if she was in the other room, and she would barge into your chambers any minute now demanding that you snacked on deviled eggs with her. During nighttime, you often played through the battle that had led to her death. You found yourself analyzing every strategy, every soldier placement, every blade of trampled-over grass on the field. But thoughts like these were always the worst, for there were so many preventative measures youâd neglectfully forgone. You fell asleep every night with a pillow soaked with your tears.
You missed Hajinâs bubbly laugh, her endless words, and especially how sheâd always grasp your hands in excitement. Sometimes, you stood outside her closed chamber doors, your hand hovering over the doorknob. But you could never let yourself in. Hajinâs lady-in-waiting often found you passed out in front of her door. She would kindly wake you, and send you back to your chambers with a warm cup of tea and honey.
Then there were the fleeting thoughts of Jungkook. They came in jumbled, confused bursts where you couldnât figure out if you hated him, felt sorry that you yelled at him and accused him of never caring for Hajin, or still felt angry that heâd left you stranded on the battlefield and alone in your chambers when you needed him most. There was a part of you that condemned yourself for being so childish, for everything Jungkook had said that day the two of you fought had been completely rationalâas per military guidelines. In fact, you had been the one who had lashed out at him, had questioned his friendship, had accused him of hurtful things. In a way, his eagerness to continue to fight the Solarians might be to reconcile Hajinâs death. Perhaps this was his method of honoring her legacyâto allow her death to fuel his desire to win the war so much so that even though she was no longer here, she would become a hero. He was resilient in ways you only wished you were. But then there were moments when you couldnât stand the thought of him. He still left you out on the battlefield to fend for yourself. And he left you again in your chambers. He hasnât come back since.
But whatever your feelings toward Jungkook were at the moment, you still missed him. Perhaps that was what unconditional love was. It scared you that he might not feel the same. And it killed you to even have to doubt.
Before you knew it, your birthday passed. There was no celebration. The age of 23 felt like a curseâonly because Hajin never experienced it and never would. By the time Circa Alexandrite came around, you were so far deep into mourning Hajinâs death and having been off-duty, that you grew winded after climbing a flight of stairs.Â
You thought yourself pathetic most times. How was it that the world continued to move on, but you were stuck in the past? It had been circas since Hajin had passed, but why were you in the same place as you were before? You were a fucking coward, thatâs what you were. General Son once told you that fear could fuel you to do extraordinary things, but there was nothing extraordinary about you being bedridden with pain that resided in your heart and nowhere else. You were letting down his legacy. Letting down Hajinâs legacy too. For fuckâs sake, you deserved the condemnation of the public for being such a weak leader.
You wondered what your soldiers thought about you. Did they think you fled? Ran away at the first sight of mass disapproval? They wouldnât be wrong. You wondered how the Darlaeans were faring in the war. You trusted Jungkook to lead when youâd failed to, and you trusted that heâd do it well. And even though he had refused to bring her body back to the 1st city, he had done more with the result of her death than anyone else. You couldnât argue with that.
But heâd still left you⌠Twice. And he hasnât even bothered to talk to you since. Though to be fair, you hadnât attempted to contact him either. But how can you? The last time you saw him, youâd screamed at him until he left the room. It was shame that stopped you from mending your relationshipâwherever it was.Â
As more weeks went by, you attempted to ease yourself back into your work. You would open up one of your leather-bound journals, pick up a quill, and try to brainstorm a new charm for your soldiers to use in battle. You would try to sketch battle plans. You even tried to mask new gowns for yourself. And sometimes, you got work done. But then, you would break down crying and sobbing. Your gowns would unmask into arbitrary pieces of fabric. Your battle plans would be reduced to ugly ink splotches from your tears. No matter what you did, you couldnât escape the fact that Hajin was gone.
It felt pointless sometimes. You didnât know what to make of yourself. The inspiration youâd felt when you were younger and in the Training Corpsâit was nowhere to be found. After a while, when the spring rains dried up and the sun seemed to be out eternally, you felt numb. You didnât feel much pain in your heart anymore, only a deep, hollow feeling in your gut. You would cry less often now, but that didnât mean you were all that healed.Â
The weather in late Circa Ruby was sweltering and unforgiving. But there came an instance when it rained for a couple of days straight, which was quite unusual at that time of year. The gloominess of the weather reopened the wounds in your heart. You sobbed with the sky.Â
The next day, when the storm clouds went away, you visited Hajinâs grave. The ground was muddy from last nightâs rain, but you didnât care. You were hunched over, shoulders shaking as you cried.Â
âHey.â
You jumped, not having realized you werenât alone. You could recognize his voice anywhere, despite not having heard it in circas. Your heart ached. Because above all the hatred, the regret, the grief, you were sorry. And you missed him.
He wasnât in uniform, though the uncharacteristic blood under his fingertips told you that he mustâve taken the first carriage to the 12th city after a battle. You felt a deep pang in your chest. Heâd been filling in for you in a role that youâd neglected for nearly four circas now. You couldnât bear to look at his face. Without another word, he handed you a neatly folded-up handkerchief. You hesitated, though you donât know why, and took it. In his other hand, he held a bouquet of white flowers.Â
You wiped your incessant tears with his handkerchief until it ceased to absorb any more water. Jungkook quietly took the handkerchief from you, replacing it with the beautifully wrapped flowers. With shaky hands, you carefully placed them in front of Hajinâs tombstone. She wouldâve hated them, for she was never quite acquired an affinity for flowers, but she would have approved of the thought behind them.
Jungkook sank to his knees beside you. You could feel his gaze on you, apologetic and kind.Â
Iâm sorry, he tapped on his trinket. I shouldâve visited both of you earlierâŚÂ
Your fingers trembled as they tapped back. Itâs okay. I understand. You didnât have the heart to tell him that you were sorry too. That he was so busy because of you.Â
He placed a gentle hand on your back. His touch spread warmth all around your body. You couldnât help but lean closer to him. He seemed to notice and offered you his shoulder. You took it.Â
It felt so natural, being with him again, almost as if the two of you hadnât fought at all. Your thoughts about him, which had left you perplexed before, were all too clear now. While you grieved under the safety of your covers, he grieved by forcing himself to work harderâby picking up othersâ slack. You couldnât fault him for being unable to cry. He didnât have to, to show that he was grieving. It was apparent in his dulled skin, his slightly red eyes from the lack of sleep, and his disheveled state. You could see it now. He left you that day to sob in your chambers because he didnât want you to see him break down too. Because heâs always liked being strong. He had to be to climb his way up to where he was now.
Hey, he tapped.
âHm?â
âIâll never leave you again,â he whispered. Even if Iâm bloodied and broken and losing a damn battle. Iâll stay by your side. âI promise.â
The ability to form coherent sentences melted away, along with your heart. You finally turned to look him in the eyes, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. He reached out to tenderly wipe them away with the pad of his thumb. He looked so beautiful, even though his eyebrows were twisted, and his own eyes were filled with sorrow. His expression made you cry harder, and you flung your body at him, arms wrapping around his neck. His hand instinctively reached up to support your head as he noticeably relaxed in your embrace.
He was so warm. So, so warm. Not even the summer sun could provide you with this much warmth.Â
Thank you, you tapped on his back. And Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.
Donât be, he answered.Â
Iâll go back, you offered. And you meant it. You did. If he spent circas guarding the nation despite insurmountable grief, you had to do it too. For Hajin. She wouldâve wanted you to continue your jobâto end the war once and for all.
Good, he responded. Your soldiers have missed you.
With Jungkookâs love and support, you picked up training in the 1st city again, though slowly as the muscles in your body had hardened from their lack of use and your reflexes had dulled from the hours you spent inert under your bed covers. Your soldiers all believed you had been ill for circas, which was a lie that Jungkook told to save your reputation in the military. But it also wasnât too far from the truth. Youâd been bedridden, after all, though most of the pain had manifested in your heart rather than your body. You werenât to go to battle until you were fully healedâwherein âhealedâ was entirely up to Jungkookâs discretion. He didnât want you fighting in any battles until you were fighting with the caliber you once hadâbefore Hajinâs death.
Despite the fact that you had abandoned them, your soldiers welcomed you with open arms. They understood what illness could do to the body; plenty of them had spent weeks in the infirmary time and time again, their fresh wounds becoming new battle scars. Except your scars werenât physical. They were mental. You hoped they wouldnât notice.
âWe were so worried, Y/N,â Taehyung said. âMy sister asked for you so many times, and I had to tell her that I wasnât sure if you were doing all right.â
âYes,â Seokjin agreed. âIt mustâve been a nasty illness, sir,â he said, always one to insist on using honorifics. âWeâre glad to have you back.â
You let yourself smile. âAnd Iâm glad to be back,â you said. You realized you never got to properly thank Taehyung for helping you on the battlefield that day, carrying Hajinâs body back to safety, so you extended your gratitude to him right then and there. It was difficult not to get choked up at the recollection, but the two soldiers didnât seem to notice your inner turmoil.
Taehyung was sheepish. âJust doing my duty.â
âDuty or not it was kind,â you said. âIâll never forget it, Taehyung. Truly.â
You missed having these small conversations with your soldiers. You missed visiting them in the infirmary, eating lunch with them out in the fields and visiting the barracks to check in occasionally. All of this reminded you of the mountain of duties you siphoned off Jungkookâs way when you gave up after Hajinâs passing. How many of the simple rituals you held with your soldiers did he emulate? Did he emulate them at all? You wondered what he was like, briefly running the army in your stead. Did he feel in his element? Did he perhaps feel as though youâd robbed him of this desirable position? You hated that the last thought even came to you. Jungkook was your boyfriend, your lover, your dear soulmate. He would never think that of you. He stepped in because he had to, not because he was eager to try a hand at a role that he believed was his right.Â
Nobody mentioned what it was like to be under Jungkookâs command. Perhaps they were afraid you would take offense to it. And perhaps you wouldâjust a little bitâif his command was preferred by your soldiers. It would make you feel like you stole this position from him, that you somehow tricked General Son into handing you a position you didnât deserve. The numbers told the truth, however. Whether your soldiers preferred his command didnât matter much when the sheer number of battles he won in six circas well surpassed the number you could achieve in the same allotted time. There were more casualties, however. The infirmary logs were at least three times as long. This reminded you of the training exercise you did with him years backâback when you and he were still under General Sonâs tutelage. Back when General Son was alive. What was it that Jungkook said? Optimal in a war means victory. And it will always mean victory. So of course heâd approve of new, violent charms and even more vicious propaganda. You didnât agree with these choices, but these kinds of things were difficult to undo once deployed. Perhaps Jungkook knew that when he authorized themâthat you wouldnât be able to reverse their approval or their effects. You liked to think that he wasnât aware of the consequences. That he only approved of these things hastily to lead an optimal army, using the definition of optimal he had built in his head.
And now, now it felt like the army almost wasnât yours anymore. It was a horrible feeling. By all means, you werenât angry at Jungkook for these changes. He did what he had to do. You were the one who abandoned your duties; he had only stepped in. He did you a favor. But that didnât change the fact that you no longer felt in controlânot that you desired control in the first place. Still, youâd built up the army, using the foundations that General Son had generously left you with, with your flesh, blood and tears. You didnât condone ruthlessness, even if it was necessary. It might be considered a flaw in the history books, but it was also who you were.Â
Jungkook, on the other hand, was truly the very definition of ruthlessness. It was hard to imagine him as such when he was always so loving and caring towards you, but sometimes, when you saw him fight, when you saw him speak of the Solarians, you caught glimpses of mercilessness, sometimes bordering on cruelty. The more you observed your boyfriend in his military element, the more you realized how much heâd hardened. But perhaps he was always like this. He had always been driven and goal-oriented; he was also one to agree that the ends justified the means, no matter how cruel the means were. So, perhaps it shouldnât have surprised you to see how he demanded and ordered his soldiers aboutâhow he even treated the people he grew up with, like Seokjin and Taehyung. He commanded with an iron first, with an aura so mighty that you felt as if it surpassed your authority at times. He never overstepped in your presence, however. Jungkook would never do that. He respected you and loved you and was looking out for you during your recovery journey.Â
Yet the six circas you were away had changed him and your army. He would walk into a room and soldiers would stop chattering. He would stride across a field and soldiers would salute him. He had soldiers salute him before they spoke and wait for his dismissal to leave. It was all so formalâeven more so than the army that General Son ran. But you couldnât blame Jungkook. You never could. Perhaps this was how he coped with Hajinâs death. Perhaps he wanted complete and utter control to handle the uncontrollable need to mourn. Perhaps when you had suddenly given up, and he was suddenly tossed into your position, he had no choice but to prove himself to your confused soldiersâdemanding compliance in case they didnât respect him as much as you. Or perhaps he simply worked better in a different environment than you. You couldnât be angry at him for that.
Jungkook was so patient with you. From time to time, you had your moments, when the grief suddenly became unbearable. When those times came, he would usher you into your office, lock the door, and hold you as you cried. Sometimes, it was as if he knew these moments were coming. Sometimes, heâd already be waiting for you in your private quarters with a delicious duck roast and warm mushroom stew, ready to soothe your mind over with a hearty meal. While you may have your differences with him as your lieutenant general, he was the perfect boyfriend.Â
And so with love and support, you continued your recovery journey in the 1st city. To pass the time outside of your grueling physical trainingâit felt like you were back in the Training Corps againâyou reviewed your favorite strategy books and reread General Sonâs documents, determined to at least create infallible battle plans when you couldnât contribute to the field. Â
On Hajinâs birthdayâshe wouldâve turned 23âJungkook took you back to the 12th city. The two of you spent some time with the king, who welcomed you and him with open arms. He wasnât looking any better.
After dinner, Jungkook told you to meet him in the orchard, so you did. It was a warm night, as nights often were in Circa Ruby, so you were wearing a thin gownâthe silver one that made you sparkle like the moon, as Jungkook said. You sat on the grass, staring up at the sky, trying not to think, for if you did, you might start sobbing. You tried to drown your mind in the darkness of the horizonâthat was until you saw light in your peripheral vision.
When you turned your head, you saw Jungkook holding a silver birdcage. Inside, was the most magnificent animal you had ever seen in your life. His beak was shiny and dark like the midnight sky and his plumage blazed with the eternal flame of a thousand suns. His onyx eyes carried depths of wisdom and glinted as they flitted towards you. He seemed to be smiling at you. âRecognize me?â
âJungkookâŚâ you breathed. âHowâŚ?â
âThink of it as your rather late birthday gift,â he answered with a soft smile.Â
âI thought they killed him,â you said, immediately reaching for the latch on the cage and swinging the door open. âEven after all that begging, I thought they had every reason to kill him. Enyx⌠I thought you were goneâ
The phoenix flew out, ruffling his feathers as he perched on your shoulder. âIt takes a lot to kill me, you know,â he seemed to say.
You laughed. âIâm glad.â
âThey only kept him frozen,â Jungkook said. âBut I donât think any royal butcher in their right mind would go against the wishes of the princessâ best friend.â
The mention of Hajin made your heartache and your face fall. The phoenix noticed, and he used his clawed foot to drum gently on your shoulder. âItâs okay, child,â he seemed to say in his infinite wisdom. âIâm here now.â
You reached up to ruffle his feathers. âThank you,â you saidâto both the bird and Jungkook. There were tears in your eyes. It was always difficult to think of the past without thinking of Hajin. Jungkook caught your falling tears with his sleeve.
âDonât cry,â he said sweetly. He was different around you, not the ruthless lieutenant general your soldiers couldnât help but fear just a little bit. He was perfect to you. A lifeline of some sort.
âI⌠I canât help it,â you whispered. âThe tears just keep coming⌠I donât⌠I just⌠Thereâs just so much sadnessâI donât know how else to express it, and it just⌠Itâs been circas. But sometimes, it feels like it happened just yesterday.â
âI knowâŚâ Jungkook said. He held your hand. âBut youâve been doing so well. In another circa, you should be ready to go on the battlefield again. In another circa, youâll be able to punish the Solarians for what they did to Hajin.â
You nodded. âIn another circaâŚâ you echoed.
You wanted it to come as much as you wanted it to never.Â
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First time tasting you



Jungkook x fem reader
18plus only!! Oral, fem receiving, munch!jungkook! My first time writing him so please be nice 𼺠(girl in picture is just for aesthetic!!)
âYouâve neverâŚhad a guy eat you out?â Jungkook says with disbelief and you play with the ends of your hair. You cast your gaze downwards and you feel his fingers tilt your chin up.
âI can, if you want.â He offers, rich brown eyes imploring yours and you swallow. You nod at him and he gives you a little smirk. Jungkook looks at the bed, âbe a good girl and lay down.â
You swiftly listen, laying on your back and you naturally let your legs part. You wore a skirt with easy access but he didnât immediately touch you.
He admired your form, trailing his eyes along your body and then set his hands on your hips. He gave them a light squeeze and sank to a kneeling position.
Jungkook pulled off your skirt, letting it fall to the ground and you were left in panties. Pink lace covering your cunt and he sighed sharply. He leaned down, his nose set against your inner thigh and he breathed in your scent.
âYou smell so sweet,â Jungkook whispered and you whimpered softly as he licked outside of your panties. You were practically shaking and he hadnât even taken them off yet. He sampled the very last part of your wetness and seemed to lose patience.
Removing your underwear, he kissed along your lower stomach, separating your legs and holding them apart. Satisfied youâd keep them open, he spread your pussy and gave it sloppy kisses.
You moaned as Jungkook started incorporating his tongue. He kitten licked your clit, sucking it between his lips and gripped your thighs. Swirling his tongue, he moved it to thrust inside you and you grasped his hair.
âFuck-â You squeaked as he moved his head, getting every drop and his nose hit the perfect spot.
âGood girl, being so sweet for me.â He grunted and you shuddered as the band in your stomach was close to snapping already. Jungkook then pulled back a little, spit directly on your cunt and returned to making out with it. He wasnât shy at all. You peeked down and saw him lazily stroking his cock inside his pants as he tasted you. As if it pleasured him just as much as you.
âIâm gonna cum-â You tried to breathe and hurdled over the edge. You clawed the blanket, back arching and your eyes squeezed shut. But he kept going, even more passionately and he didnât show any sign of slowing down.
You truly expected him like other guys to just get you to cum and stop but Jungkook only seemed more into it. He groaned as you trembled, thighs shaking around his head and he pushed two fingers in knuckle deep.
Your eyes rolled back and a second orgasm exploded inside you. You made louder noises, your belly tightening as you chased your eye. Your pussy ached as he continued even after that.
âPlease-â You rasped and he shook his head.
âLet me enjoy it, let me have you. Need to keep tasting this pretty pussy, baby doll.â
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Wifey and Groceries (m)
synopsis. Another day, another shenanigan. Going grocery shopping with your nightmare of a roommate who really wants to fuck you, canât be that much of a struggle, can it?
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: crack, 18+
warnings: grĂ´cĂŞry stĂ´re shĂŞnânĂŽgâns, flĂŻrty jungkĂ´Ă´k, Ă´bsĂŞssĂŞd jungkĂ´Ă´k, tsĂťndĂŞrĂŞ yĂ´Ăť, ĂŽmplĂŽcĂŽt sĂŞxÝâl jĂ´kĂŞs, ânnĂ´yĂŽng jungkĂ´Ă´k whĂ´ wĂ´nât stĂ´p bâbyĂŽng yĂ´Ăť, lĂŻkè ĂŽf yĂ´Ăť thĂŻnk lâÝghĂŽng ĂŽs flĂŻrt��ng.
note. I never imagined receiving so much love on stuff like this but thank you- thank you so much for sending so much love on stuck with you and loving our horny roommate jaykay so much. đľâđŤđĽş so on high demand here is another part. If this flops like Iâm expecting well- umm but anyways I hope you guys enjoy this but please share your thoughts and feedback and if this also becomes a hit, I will write another part and I will really make this a series!! ENJOY!
âJungkook, I swear to God, put that back.â
What did you do so wrong in your past life to deserve this kind of torture in the human form of your roommate, Jeon Jungkook?
You cannot believe this.
You glare at the ridiculous amount of instant ramen heâs just dumped into the cart, your fingers gripping the handle so tightly your knuckles are white.
Itâs the third time heâs done this, and youâre this close to losing it in the middle of the aisle.
âWhat? Weâre gonna need it,â he says, all faux innocence, holding up one of the packs like itâs a sacred artifact. âYou never know when thereâs gonna be a ramen emergency.â
âThereâs never going to be a ramen emergency, you idiot,â you snap, shoving the packs back onto the shelf. âStop acting like a child.â
Jungkook gasps, clutching his chest like youâve just mortally wounded him. âWow. Youâre so mean to me. Is this what married life is gonna be like?â
âMarried life?â You look at him like heâs grown a second head. âWeâre not evenâwhy are you like this?â
âOh, donât play dumb,â
he smirks, leaning casually on the cart. âWeâre grocery shopping together, picking out ingredients for our future home-cooked meals. Pretty much married already.â
âJungkook, Iâm going to kill you.â
âWhoa, whoa, Mrs. Jeon, letâs not resort to violence,â he teases, pushing the cart forward as you glare at him. âNot when weâre still in our honeymoon phase.â
MRS JEON???? What the fuck is he barking about?
You shove the cart to a halt, ignoring the way he laughs at your frustration. âStop calling me that. And stop putting random crap in the cart!â
âIâm not putting random crap in the cart.â He points to the giant stuffed bear sticking out of the basket. âThis guyâs coming home with us. Heâll be perfect for our couch.â
âJungkook, we donât even have a couch.â
âYet,â he says, grinning. âBut when we do, heâs gonna look great. Youâll see.â
You groan, turning your back on him to grab the toothpaste you actually came for. But before you can even decide between mint or charcoal,
Jungkook sidles up behind you, way too close for comfort.
âWhy are we even looking at toothpaste,â he murmurs, voice low, âwhen your smileâs already perfect?â
Your jaw drops. âAre you serious right now?â
âAlways, babe.â He smirks, leaning casually against the shelf like heâs in a photoshoot. âYou should get used to it. Youâre stuck with me.â
âStuck with you?â You scoff, shoving the toothpaste into the cart. âDonât flatter yourself.â
âOh, I donât need to. You do it for me,â he fires back, trailing after you like a lost puppy as you head toward the produce section.
You ignore him, but itâs impossible when he suddenly grabs a cucumber and holds it up like a microphone.
âSo, tell me,â he says, pretending to interview you, âwhatâs it like to be out grocery shopping with the man of your dreams?â
âMan of my nightmares, you mean,â you mutter, snatching the cucumber from his hand and tossing it into the cart.
âYou wound me,â he says dramatically, clutching his chest like youâve just shot him.
Then he grabs a pack of strawberries and holds it up.
âWhat about these? Strawberries for my sweetheart?â
âYour sweetheart isnât here, Jungkook,â you deadpan.
Heâs really testing your patience right now.
âSure she is.â He winks, tossing the strawberries in the cart before you can protest.
By the time you reach the checkout line, your cart is a chaotic mix of actual groceries and Jungkookâs ridiculous additions, including the giant stuffed bear he refused to leave behind.
Heâs a big man child.
As the cashier starts scanning your items, Jungkook casually drapes an arm around your shoulder.
âBy the way,â he says, flashing his signature grin, âthis is my girlfriend. Isnât she pretty?â
Your brain short-circuits. âWhatâno, Iâm notâ;â
âSheâs just shy,â Jungkook interrupts, squeezing your shoulder.
âBut yeah, sheâs the love of my life. Isnât that right, babe?â
Why is your heart fluttering?
You slap his arm off you, your face burning as the cashier tries to hold back a laugh. âJungkook, shut up.â
Just shut up before I shove my fist up your mouth.
He just laughs, that loud, obnoxious laugh that makes you want to scream and smile at the same time.
As you drag him out of the store, heâs still grinning like heâs just won the lottery. âAdmit it,â he says, nudging your shoulder.
âYou had fun.â
You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth betrays you, twitching up into a reluctant smile. âYouâre insufferable.â
He really is insufferable and youâre constantly suffering.
âAnd yet, here we are,â he teases, slinging an arm around your shoulders. âWanna grab ice cream on the way home, wifey?â
You groan, but you donât shove him off this time.
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Saw you in my dream, we were talking to your paintings, I was sad about them and then you told me it's okay to be sad about them. You told me you loved me. I felt it like it was real. Then I woke up-
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Strings Attached (to my heart)

â PAIRING : Spider-Man!Jungkook x F!Reader
â RATING: Explicit, 18+.
â DATE POSTED: January 20, 2025.
â SUMMARY : You were a journalist at Yonsei University when you started noticing the strange coincidences between your favorite bumbling freshman and Seoul's newest superhero. The way Spider-Man's voice cracks on 'noona' exactly like Jungkook's does. The way they both bring you the same snacks, have the same nervous energy, the same tendency to ramble when flustered. You tell yourself it's just a coincidence, because the alternative means admitting something you're absolutely not ready to deal with.
â TAGS : second person perspective used, female pronouns used, college au, spider-man au, noona kink, slight age gap (heâs 21, sheâs 24ish), dry humping, virgin jungkook, first time, inexperienced jk, creaming his pants, sexual content, explicit content, library smut, clothed getting off, breast play, grinding, praise kink, crying during sex, crying after sex, embarrassment kink, humiliation kink, slight dom reader x sub jungkook, size difference, pining, jungkook has a big fat crush on you, secret identity, touch starved, protective jungkook, closet sexual activities, desperate jungkook, gentle domming, aftercare, emotional intimacy, fluff and smut, Korean setting, university setting.
â PLAYLIST: set the vibes.
â MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 11.8k
â A/N: Hi everyone! Welcome to my first attempt at a Spidey!JK AU, where he somehow manages to be an even bigger mess than Peter Parker đ. This story is very close to my heart because it dives into the dynamic between a confident noona and her adorably flustered freshmanâwho just so happens to be Seoulâs clumsy new superhero. To be honest, this Spiderkook oneshot was heavily inspired by Tangie, aka @rpwprpwprpwprw (love you bb!!!). Iâd been lowkey daydreaming about Spiderkook for ages but thought, âNah, thatâs too silly.â Then I discovered thereâs an entire community sharing the same brain cell as me??? Like, youâre welcome for my service, I guess?? Originally, this was supposed to be a short, smutty 5k romp. But do you think I can write smut without plot? I CANâT. ITâS A MEDICAL CONDITION. Now itâs a 12k beast with feelings, webs, and chaos. Sorry (but not really). If you enjoy this, I might turn it into a mini-series because, letâs be honest, spider powers in⌠certain scenarios⌠sound very intriguing. Hihihi. Hope you enjoy this mess Iâve unleashed on the world! đ¸ď¸
Edit: also, yeah. Tae is older than Jimin and Jungkook here because my sleep deprived brain slapped a âhyungâ on Jiminâs mouth and Iâm not editing again. (âÍ_âĚĽ)
The thing about Spider-Man is that he reminds you too much of a certain freshman.
A freshman named Jeon Jungkook who keeps hovering around the journalism building with his messy hair and his wide eyes and his endless supply of convenience store snacks.
You've been telling yourself it's just a coincidence. The way Spider-Man's voice cracks on 'noona' exactly like Jungkook's does. The way they both bring you the same snacks, have the same nervous energy, the same tendency to ramble when they're flustered. It's just a coincidence, because the alternative means admitting something you're absolutely not ready to deal with.
Maybe that's why you're hiding in August Coffee, your usual spot tucked away in one of Sinchon's winding side streets.
The late autumn breeze carries the scent of roasted coffee beans through the open window, and your laptop screen glows with half-finished articles and interview transcripts. Your notebook lies open beside a rapidly cooling americano while the cafĂŠ's jazz playlist provides a gentle backdrop to your furious typing. You're on a deadline for tomorrow's paper, and the last thing you need isâ
A flash of red and blue swings past the window.
You pretend not to notice. Maybe if you focus hard enough on your screen, he'll take the hint andâ
"Noona!"
âof course he doesn't.
There he is, hanging upside down outside the second-floor window, the eyes of his mask wide and eager. A plastic convenience store bag dangles from his hand, swaying in the autumn wind. Several patrons are already pulling out their phones, and you can feel your carefully cultivated productivity slipping away.
"No," you say firmly, not looking up from your laptop.
"But noonaâ" His voice cracks on the honorific, and you absolutely refuse to find it endearing. "I haven't even said anything yet!"
"I'm working." You take a pointed sip of your americano, grimacing when you realize it's gone cold. Perfect. "Some of us have actual responsibilities, Spider-Boy."
"I brought you snacks!" He awkwardly maneuvers through the windowâyou're not sure if the owner keeps it open for him specifically or if he's just that persistent. "You know, the ones you like with the matcha filling? The new ones from that fancy Japanese brand?"
You pause, fingers hovering over your keyboard. "How do you know I like the ones with matcha filling?"
"Uhâ" Even through the mask, you can tell he's flustered. His hands fidget with the plastic bag. "Lucky guess? Not that I know you, noona. Uh, I mean, you look like a noona. Not that I know for a fact you're a noonaâ"
"Stop talking." You pinch the bridge of your nose, painfully aware of the phones still recording this interaction. This will definitely end up on some university Instagram page later. Again. "You're making it worse."
He deflates slightly, shoulders hunching in that familiar way that reminds you too much of a certain someone who keeps "accidentally" running into you at the journalism building. The same one who somehow always knows your coffee order and brings you snacks you oh so casually mention fancyingâ
No. You're not going there. You're not connecting those dots, because connecting those dots leads to complications you absolutely don't need in your final year.
"I can leave if you want," he offers, but he's already approaching, placing the snacks on your table with careful precision. "But you've been here for four hours, and you always forget to eat when you're working on a big story."
You stare at him. "How do you know how long I've been here?"
"I, uhâ" His mask's eyes widen comically. "Spider-sense?"
"That's not how spider-sense works."
"You don't know how my spider-sense works! Maybe it's... hungry-noona-sense?"
A laugh escapes before you can stop it, and you quickly cover it with a cough. "That's the worst excuse you've come up with yet."
"Yet!" He perks up. "So you're keeping track?"
"Go away." You open the snack bag anyway, pretending not to notice how he straightens up eagerly when you do. "Don't you have a city to protect or something?"
"Seoul can handle itself for ten minutes while I make sure my favorite nâwhile I make sure hardworking journalists eat properly."
You raise an eyebrow at the slip, and he fidgets under your gaze. "Your favorite what?"
"Nothing! No one! Just, you know, doing my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man duties. Very friendly. Very neighborly. Nothing specific or personal about it at all."
You bite into one of the matcha-filled snacksâthey're fresh, which means he must have bought them recently. Specifically for you. Just like how a certain freshman keeps bringing you fresh triangle kimbap from the convenience store near your morning lecture hall...
No. Stop it. You're not doing this.
"Sit down," you sigh, pushing the chair across from you out with your foot. "And stay quiet, or Iâll kick you out."
He practically collapses into the chair, bag already placed on the table. You notice his hands shaking slightly, and something in your chest tightens.
You shouldn't find it endearing. You really, really shouldn't.
But then again, you probably shouldn't find anything about this situation endearing â a masked vigilante bringing you sweets in the middle of your favorite cafe, stammering through excuses that sound exactly like the ones Jungkook uses when you catch him "accidentally" walking the same way as you after class.
You really need to stop noticing these things.
You try to refocus on your notes after that, but it's hardâmostly because Spider-Man is still sitting there. Quietly. Staring.
And not in a "just glancing around the cafe" kind of way, either. No, he's full-on watching you, eyes darting between the scribbles in your notebook, the crumbs on your plate, and, worst of all, your face. Like you're the most fascinating thing in the world. Like he's never seen someone drink a mediocre americano and type furiously into Google Docs before.
It goes on for five minutes. Five full, agonizing minutes of silence, punctuated only by the occasional click of your keyboard and the muted sounds of espresso machines in the background.
Finally, you sigh, your fingers pausing mid-typing. "Don't you have better stuff to do?"
"No." The response is immediate. Too immediate. His tone is absurdly casual, like the very idea that Spider-Manâthe literal defender of Seoulâcould have anything more important than sitting in August Coffee and bothering you is completely ridiculous.
You raise a brow, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "No supervillains to fight? No cats stuck in trees? Nothing?"
"Nope," he says, popping the 'p' for emphasis. "Pretty quiet day."
You shake your head and turn your attention back to your laptop. "Must be nice."
There's a pause. You can feel him shifting in his seat, the chair creaking slightly under his weight, and when he speaks again, his voice is just shy of hesitant.
"How are the pastries? Do you like them?"
Your fingers freeze over your keyboard. Slowly, you turn to face him again, narrowing your eyes.
"You didn't spit in them, did you?"
"Whaâno!" he sputters, his whole posture stiffening in obvious horror. "Whyâwhy would Iânoona, I would never spit in your pastries!"
You let him sweat for a second longer, just to amuse yourself, before breaking into a small, satisfied smirk.
"Relax, Spider-Boy. I'm kidding." You reach for the bag of snacks he brought. "Yeah, they're good. Wanna try?"
His eyes widen a littleâwell, as much as they can through that maskâand he seems to hesitate, like he's not sure if you're serious or trying to bait him again. You wave one of the pastries in his direction. He glances at it, then back at you, before finally nodding.
"Okay. Yeah, sure."
You watch as he carefully rolls his mask up just to his nose, revealing his mouth for the first time. You don't know what you expected, but⌠it's a good mouth. Maybe annoyingly good, given how little you want to admit that very obvious fact to yourself. Full lips, slightly pink, with just the faintest hint of nervousness as he bites at his bottom lip before leaning forward.
He takes a bite of the pastry you're holding out to him, and the pleased groan he lets out immediately makes you regret offering him anything at all.
"God, that's delicious," he mumbles around his mouthful, crumbs falling onto his suit. He barely finishes chewing before continuing. "Now I know why you like them so much. I meanâwhy people say they're so good. Not you specifically. Just, you know, people."
You snort, shaking your head as you turn back to your laptop. "You're a terrible liar."
"And you're a terrible bossy noona," he mutters, mostly to himself, stuffing the rest of the pastry into his mouth before leaning back in his chair.
You're about to toss another sarcastic remark his way when something catches your eye. Or, more specifically, half of something. A small smudge of greenâmatcha filling, you realizeâlingering on the corner of his mouth.
It's instinctive, the way your hand movesâcompletely unthinking, like muscle memory kicking in before your brain has a chance to catch up. One moment, you're perfectly stationary in your seat; the next, your thumb is brushing against his lip, swiping the smudge away with a gentle, practiced motion.
He startles at the touch, his whole body jerking slightly as his eyes snap to yours. And then, just like that, reality crashes back in.
Your hand freezes midair.
His mouth parts for half a second, like he's about to say something, but then his tongue darts outâslow, deliberateâto lick the exact spot your thumb had just brushed.
You snatch your hand back like you've been burned, your face heating despite yourself.
The silence that follows is awful. Deafening. Inescapable.
He shifts in his chair, his eyes flickering to the table, then back to you, then down again. He clears his throatâonce, then twiceâbefore adjusting the edge of his suit with what you can only describe as frantic energy.
"So⌠uhâŚ" His voice is tight. Way tighter than usual, cracking slightly on the first syllable. "Thanks for that. The, uh. The whole⌠lip thing. That was. Uh. Cool."
You blink at him, deadpan. "Cool?"
"Yeah. Cool. Totally normal and cool. Happens all the time. Super casual."
If you weren't so flustered yourself, you'd have laughed at the way he's fidgeting in his seat, his hands gripping his thighs under the table like he's trying not to explode.
"Right," you say slowly, leaning back in your chair. "Casual."
"Exactly."
He nods a little too enthusiastically, and you notice his knees bumping against each other under the table before he quickly crosses his legs. His hands drop to his lap almost immediately after, like he's trying to adjust the spandex near his thighs.
Your gaze is momentarily drawn there beforeâ
"Anyway!" The word comes out nearly an octave higher than it should. He's already standingâor, more accurately, bolting to his feetâhis hands still awkwardly hovering in front of him. "I should, uh, get going! Supervillains don't wait, you know? Gotta, uh⌠save the people of Seoul. Yeah. Big hero stuff."
You stare at him, unblinking, as he starts inching toward the door. "Uh-huh."
"Thanks for the pastries, noona! Great talk, as always!" He clears his throat again, audibly struggling to keep his voice steady. "Okay! Bye!"
And then he's gone, practically sprinting out of the cafe before he can embarrass himself any further.
You sit there for a long moment, still frozen, your brain catching up to what just happened. Then, slowly, you reach for another pastry.
Whatever just happened? Definitely not your problem.
"I'm such a fucking idiot."
Jungkook's voice is muffled by his hands, currently covering his face in what can only be described as unrelenting shame. He's lying on Jimin's couch, legs splayed out haphazardly, the picture of a man defeated by his own existence.
Across the room, Jimin raises an eyebrow, lazily popping another chip into his mouth. The bag crinkles loudly, much to Jungkook's dismay. "It's not that bad, Kooks. She probably didn't even notice."
Jungkook groans, dragging his hands down his face until his eyes peek out dramatically between his fingers. "She 100% noticed. It wasâlikeâa five-minute interaction. FIVE minutes, and I made it weird. Now she's gonna think I'm a fucking weirdo and a creep."
Jimin doesn't even try to hide the snort that escapes him, his expression somewhere between entertained and unimpressed. "Yeah, because stalking her as Spider-Man didn't have her thinking that already."
Jungkook bolts upright on the couch, eyes wide with panic. "She told you that?!"
Jimin chokes on his chip, wheezing as he waves his hand for Jungkook to calm down. "No! Shit, man, calm down. I'm just saying. Like, I guess? I mean, you do kind of⌠hover. A lot."
"I don't hover," Jungkook protests, indignant. But even as the words leave his mouth, he hesitates. "Do I hover?"
Jimin gives him a look.
Jungkook groans again, flopping back onto the couch like his limbs have given up on life. "Oh my god, you're right. I hover. I'm that guy. And now it's worse because who the fuck pops a boner from someoneâ" He pauses, embarrassingly aware of the words about to leave his mouth. "âtouching their lip? What is wrong with me? I must be insane. She must think I'm insane."
Jimin, now thoroughly entertained, leans back in his chair with his bag of chips, one leg crossed over the other. "I mean... it's not great," he says unhelpfully, though there's a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Jungkook lets out a strangled noise, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, and buries his face back into his hands. "She's never gonna look at me the same. I probably freaked her out. GOD, she's gonna think I'm some kind of pervert. Orâworseâshe's gonna avoid me completely now. And then I'll never see her again. And thenâ"
"Okay, okay," Jimin interrupts, holding up a hand to stop whatever spiral Jungkook's about to drag them into. "First of all, she offered to share her snack with you, so I don't think she's avoiding you anytime soon."
"But that was BEFOREâ"
"Second of all," Jimin continues loudly, ignoring Jungkook's interjection, "maybe just... stop calling her 'noona' every chance you get? It's not helping your case."
Jungkook frowns, peeking out from behind his fingers again. "What's wrong with calling her noona? That's respectful!"
"Yeah, but it's also kinda... you know," Jimin winces, waving a hand vaguely. "Weird, coming from you. Like, you're already bumbling around her like a lost golden retriever. Adding 'noona' into the mix just makes you lookâwhat's the word?"
"Adorable?" Jungkook tries hopefully.
"Pathetic," Jimin finishes, deadpan.
Jungkook groans for what feels like the millionth time, throwing his head against the couch cushion. "Why do I even talk to you? You're supposed to make me feel better, hyung. Not worse."
"Hey, I'm here for the truth," Jimin says, pointing at him with a chip in hand. "You want a cheerleader, go call Taehyung."
"Taehyung's just gonna laugh at me," Jungkook mutters into the cushion.
"And yet, you're shocked I'm doing it too."
Jungkook mumbles something unintelligible, his face half-smashed into the cushion now as he replays every excruciating detail of his interaction with you earlier. The way your thumb had brushed his lip. The way he'd immediately been unable to control theâwell, reaction. The way he'd panicked like an idiot, stammered something incomprehensible, and practically bolted out of the cafe without even finishing his sentence.
"Kill me," he says dramatically, still face-down in the cushion. "Just end me. I can't show my face again."
Jimin laughs, leaning forward to pat Jungkook's shoulder in a way that's more mocking than comforting. "Relax, man. You'll survive. Just... maybe keep your hormones in check next time, yeah?"
Jungkook flips him off blindly, his hand waving somewhere above his head.
"Love you too, Spider-Menace," Jimin quips, taking another chip like this is the best entertainment he's had all week.
The crunching sound of Jimin biting into another chip is loud enough to make Jungkook groan into the couch again. "Do you ever stop eating?" Jungkook mutters, his voice muffled by the cushion.
Jimin raises an eyebrow, unbothered, and is about to throw a smartass reply back when his phone buzzes on the coffee table. He glances at the screen, sees Taehyung's name, and shrugs, casually placing the phone between his shoulder and ear as he picks up without pausing his snacking.
"What's up?" Jimin hums lazily, chips still in hand, completely ignoring Jungkook's existential crisis unfolding just feet away from him.
Jungkook's ears perk up despite himselfâbecause why else would Taehyung be calling Jimin right now? He lifts his head just enough to peek over the cushion, his hair mussed and sticking up in odd directions.
Jimin's expression doesn't change at first, eyes still fixated on the bag of chips in his lap as he listens. "Yeah, he's with me," he says vaguely, gesturing aimlessly toward Jungkook, who frowns at being referred to like some stray dog Jimin found.
But then Jimin freezes. His chewing slows. His eyebrows shoot up toward his hairline as Taehyung says something that causes him to do a violent double take at Jungkook.
"What?" Jimin coughs, choking on the chip he was mid-swallow. He pounds his chest a little before leaning forward sharply. "Heâwhat? What, what, whatâ? Tae, calm downâ!"
"What's going on?" Jungkook asks, sitting up now, his stomach twisting uncomfortably at Jimin's sudden change in tone.
Jimin waves him off with a quick flick of his hand, signaling for him to shut up. "No, yeah. Yeah, no, I know," Jimin mumbles into the phone, his tone getting increasingly more exasperated as he listens. "Taeâokay? Can you justâokay?"
"What's wrong??" Jungkook asks again, panic creeping into his voice. He hates not knowing what's going on, especially when Jimin looks... concerned? Flustered? Whatever it is, it's not good.
Jimin twists his head toward Jungkook, eyes narrowing as he motions aggressively with his entire head for Jungkook to shut the hell up.
"Okay, let meâ what? You wanna talk to him?" Jimin repeats, his voice pitching higher in disbelief. "Oh, now you wanna talk to him? Fine! Okay, okay, okay, here."
Before Jungkook can process what's happening, Jimin is all but shoving his phone into Jungkook's hands, plunking the bag of chips onto the bed with a dramatic sigh.
"Take it," Jimin mutters, irritation bleeding into his tone.
"Wait, why do I have toâ"
"Take it," Jimin repeats, louder this time, his hand already retreating as he grabs another chip to munch on, clearly done with whatever chaos Taehyung just unloaded on him.
Jungkook swallows nervously, holding the phone to his ear as Taehyung's voice immediately fills it in a panicked rush.
"Jungkook! Oh my god, dude, you're not gonna believe thisâ" Taehyung starts, and Jungkook feels his entire stomach plummet before Taehyung can even finish his sentence.
"Believe what?" Jungkook half-yells into the phone, his voice cracking just slightly at the end, betraying the anxiety bubbling under his skin.
"Don't freak out," Taehyung begins, which, of course, makes Jungkook's blood pressure shoot straight through the roof. His knuckles grip Jimin's phone tightly, and he shares a panicked look with Jimin, who's now leaning against the coffee table with a chip halfway to his mouth, watching the scene unfold like it's prime-time drama.
"I'm already freaking out, hyung! Just tell me!" Jungkook demands, pacing the room like a caged animal.
"Okay, so," Taehyung starts again, and Jungkook can hear the smirk in his voice, which immediately makes him want to fling the phone out the window. "You know Y/N, yeah?"
"Do Iâwhat do you mean, 'do I know Y/N'?! Of course I knowâjust get to the point!" Jungkook's frustration is mounting by the second. He's wound so tight he feels like a single flick might send him spiraling.
"Okay, Mr. Touchy," Taehyung says innocently, and Jungkook can practically see him holding back a laugh wherever he is. "So, uh⌠apparently, she's been asking questions."
Jungkook stops dead in his tracks. His heart lurches in a way that makes his hands clammy against the phone. "Questions?" he repeats, voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," Taehyung continues, tone far too blasĂŠ for Jungkook's liking. "You know, like... about Spider-Man."
Jungkook swears his brain short-circuits. For a second, all he hears is static, like every neuron in his head has collectively stopped firing.
"...What kind of questions?" he asks quietly, his voice taking on an edge that immediately grabs Jimin's attention.
"Oh, you know." Taehyung's voice is light, purposefully teasing. "Like, how he seems to always show up when she's around, or how he just happens to bring her favorite snacks, orâoh, this one's my favoriteâhow his voice cracks exactly like a certain freshman she knows at Yonsei."
Jungkook's knees buckle, and he collapses back onto the couch like his strings have been cut. Jimin is now openly laughing, clutching his stomach with one hand while pointing at Jungkook with the other.
"Sheâoh my god," Jungkook mutters into the phone, his free hand running through his hair in frantic tugs. "She knows. She knows, doesn't she? I'm so fucked."
"Hey, hey, calm down!" Taehyung says hurriedly, though his voice is still laced with amusement. "She doesn't know know. I mean, I don't think so. She's not like, accusing you or anything. Just... putting pieces together. Y'know, connecting dots."
"Connecting dots?!" Jungkook hisses, his chest tightening as his worst nightmare begins to unfold in real time. "Do you have any idea how many dots there ARE, hyung?! I'm like a walking... dot-factory!"
Jimin absolutely loses it, doubling over in laughter as crumbs from his chips scatter across the floor.
"Okay, Kook, you need to calm down," Taehyung says, though his tone suggests he's also suppressing a laugh. "She's just curious, that's all. You know how Y/N is. She's a journalist. She's always sniffing around for a good story, right?"
"She doesn't need THIS story!" Jungkook yells, his hand clenching into a fist against his thigh. "Oh my god, what if she writes about it? What if sheâwhat if it ENDS UP IN THE SCHOOL PAPER?!"
"Relax, relax, relax," Taehyung says in quick succession, his voice almost soothing now. "She's not gonna write about it. I don't think she'd do that to you... unless, you know, you give her a reason to."
Jungkook groans, leaning forward to bury his face in his hands again. "I'm so dead. She's gonna out me. My life is over. My life is literally over."
"Hyung," Jimin finally pipes up, gasping for air as he wipes away a tear from laughing too hard. "Tell him to just confess already. At this rate, she'll figure it out before he ever grows the balls to tell her himself."
"Confess?" Jungkook sputters, jerking his head up to glare at Jimin. "Are you insane?! You want me to walk up to her and go, 'Hey, Y/N, funny thingâremember how you thought I was stalking you? Well, surprise! I was, but it's okay because I'm Spider-Man!' That's your plan?!"
Jimin shrugs, smirking as he tosses a chip into his mouth. "Worked for Andrew Garfield."
"THIS IS NOT A MOVIE!"
Taehyung's laugh echoes through the phone, loud and clear. "Oh man, I wish I was there to see this meltdown in person. Seriously, Kook, stop freaking out. Just... play it cool, okay? She doesn't know anything for sure. Yet."
"Yet?!" Jungkook exclaims, horror-struck.
"Gotta go!" Taehyung says way too quickly, the call disconnecting before Jungkook can yell at him further.
Jungkook stares at the phone in disbelief, his chest heaving as Jimin's smug laughter reverberates in the background.
"Cool," Jimin repeats mockingly, curving his lips. "Yeah, Kook, just play it cool. You're so good at that."
Jungkook groans, tossing the phone onto the couch and collapsing after it. "I need new friends."
"You love us," Jimin chirps, reaching for another chip.
Jungkook screams into the pillow.
You were expecting something, anything, really. A subtle slip-up. A sheepish confession. Hell, maybe even some stammering and nervous sweating.
But the moment you confronted Taehyungâcornered him, really, by the vending machine in the student loungeâand the words "Do you know if Jungkook's Spider-Man?" left your mouth, all he did was cackle. Loudly. Mockingly. Like a full-on villain in a Saturday morning cartoon.
"Spider-Man?" he wheezed, doubling over and clutching his stomach like you'd just told him the funniest joke in existence. "Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook? Noona, you're joking, right?"
You blinked, momentarily thrown off by how visceral his reaction was. "No. I'm not joking," you said stiffly, crossing your arms. "What's so funny about it?"
Taehyung straightened up, wiping a fake tear from the corner of his eye as he glanced at you with barely contained amusement. "Do you know Jungkook? Like, know him? Because that kid has two left feet. I've literally seen him trip over air. How would he even swing that gracefully?"
For a brief, fleeting moment, you felt the smallest hitch in your resolve. Because, well, the evidence did kind of contradict itself, didn't it? Jungkook is clumsy sometimes. That much is true. You've seen him knock over a whole stack of textbooks just trying to nod hello at you in the hallway. He once walked into a doorframe because he was too busy staring at his phone.
Spider-Man, by comparison, is supposed to be graceful. Quick. Precise. Not... whatever it is Jungkook embodies most of the time.
But then you think about the stupid coffee shop incident. The way Spider-Man stammered and fidgeted and tripped over his words like a nervous wreck. The way he dropped his entire cool superhero persona when he handed you those damn matcha pastries. He wasn't exactly graceful then, was he?
And okay, let's talk about those pastries for a second. Because the more you think about them, the more your brain starts spinning. You distinctly remember mentioning them onceâto Eunjae, over lunch in the cafeteria, weeks ago. How the hell would Spider-Man know about them if he wasn't there to overhear?
You frown, chewing on the inside of your cheek as the pieces start stacking themselves again in your head. Jungkook might be clumsy, sure. But Spider-Man was clumsy too. At least, that day he was. And the matcha pastries aren't just a coincidence. They can't be.
Your inner spiral is abruptly interrupted by a bright, familiar voice calling out behind you.
"Noona!"
You whirl around at the sound like a guilty kid caught stealing candy, heart practically leaping into your throat because you know that voice anywhere. And there he is, the devil himselfâJeon Jungkook, all floppy hair and dumbly wide grin, bounding toward you like an overexcited golden retriever.
He sidesteps a couple of students in his path, his long legs moving with just a little too much energy. Honestly, it's a miracle he doesn't trip.
"I brought you these!" he announces, holding up a plastic bag like it's some kind of trophy. His grin stretches so wide it practically touches his ears, and you hate that your first thought is how stupidly adorable he looks.
Stupid, you think, swiping the bag from his hand. Not adorable. Definitely not adorable. You're sure of it.
Peeking inside, your brows furrow. "Hotteok?"
Jungkook presses his lips together, humming as he nods eagerly. "Yeah! Youâ" His smile falters just a touch. "You don't like it?"
The way his face drops shouldn't make you feel so guilty, but it does, and it's annoying. "No, uh, I meanâŚ" You struggle for the right words, because⌠hotteok? Really? You'd been expecting the matcha pastries again. This feels almost purposefulâlike he's playing dumb. Is he? Or is this proof that you've been completely off base this whole time?
You're overthinking again. Shaking your head, you wave off the thought entirely. "Yeah, thank you, Jungkook-ah," you mutter, tone softer than you mean it to be.
The banmal slips out without much thought, but the effect it has is immediate. His eyes go wide, and then his whole face lights up in the kind of beam that makes you want to smack yourself for fueling his enthusiasm.
"This is the first time you dropped honorifics with me," he says, looking downright gleeful.
You clench the bag a little tighter and wish you could hate him. Why is he so excited over something so small? Why does it make your chest feel weirdly tight? And why is it so hard to stay annoyed at him when he looks at you like that?
God, this kid.
"Don't get used to it," you mutter gruffly, turning away before the growing warmth in your cheeks betrays you completely.
"So," he begins, falling into step beside you as you start walking toward the journalism building. "What are your plans for today?"
You don't respond. Not out of spite or anythingâyou're just not in the mood to entertain whatever puppy-dog energy he's radiating right now.
"Writing notes?" he prompts, glancing sideways at you, his tone just a little too hopeful for your liking.
Still, you say nothing.
"Coffee?"
Nope.
"Gonna catch leads for Spider-Man's identity?"
That one makes you stop dead in your tracks. You whirl around so fast he nearly collides with you, blinking like a deer caught in headlights. "Huh?"
His eyes widen marginally, mouth opening and closing like he's trying to come up with a quick excuse. "Taehyung told me!" he blurts, the words tumbling out in a rush.
For a second, you just stare at him, blinking once, then twice. "Huh," you reply, eyebrows quirking upward.
"Yeah!" he adds, voice pitching slightly higher, probably in an effort to sound casual. "He said you were, uh, investigating? Like, Spider-Man and all that? You know, trying to figure out who he is?"
Your head tilts as you study him, arms crossing instinctively. "Did he now?"
"Uh-huh," he nods enthusiastically, though the way his hand rubs at the back of his neck gives him away almost immediately. "I mean, not that I think that's, like, bad or anything? It's cool! Totally cool! I mean, you're a journalist, so, like, it's your job, right? Investigating stuff andâ"
"Jungkook."
He freezes, looking way too much like a kid caught sneaking cookies before dinner.
"Why," you ask, narrowing your eyes just slightly, "do you sound like you're trying to convince me not to?"
"I-I'm not! I'm not," he stammers, waving his hands frantically. "I was just, you know, saying! Like, uh, if anyone were trying to find his identity, it'd definitely be you because, uh⌠you're smart? And observant? And not at all easy to fool?"
Your brow arches higher, his stream of nervous compliments only fueling the suspicion building in your chest.
"Right," you say slowly, dragging out the word as you step closer, watching the way his Adam's apple bobs nervously when your gaze meets his. "So hypotheticallyâŚ"
"H-Hypothetically," he squeaks, leaning back like he's mentally bracing himself for whatever's coming next.
"If I was trying to find out who Spider-Man is," you continue, voice calm and steady, "you wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that, now would you?"
The way he freezes, body rigid and eyes darting everywhere but at you, would be funny if it weren't so telling. The sheer panic written all over his face is practically criminal.
"Iâuhâno? N-No. Definitely not," he stammers, the pitch of his voice betraying him entirely. "W-Why would I have anything to do with that? I'm just a freshman! I don't even know Spider-Man! I mean, who even is Spider-Man? Could be anyone, right? Crazy world we live in, hahaâŚ"
You take a moment to just stare at him, fighting the urge to roll your eyes so hard they might actually get stuck. "Right," you deadpan, turning on your heel to start walking again.
Jungkook exhales audibly behind you, feet scrambling to catch up. "Y-Yeah, right! That's what I thought too!" he says quickly, clearly desperate to steer the conversation in another direction. "Anyway, uh, where were we? Oh! Notes! Are you writing notes today, noona?"
You don't respond. Again. Mostly because you're too busy replaying his very suspicious reaction over and over in your head like a mental highlight reel.
Yeah⌠no way this kid isn't up to something.
You keep walking, your steps steady, purposeful. Jungkook, as always, trots along beside you like he's afraid you might disappear if he doesn't keep up. And unlike you, who values peace and quiet, Jungkook doesn't seem to understand the concept of shutting up.
"So, like, I was thinking," he starts, voice bright and eager. "If Spider-Man's around all the time, do you think he lives nearby? Like, maybe he's a uni student? Orâor maybe he's secretly a professor? Oh my god, imagine Professor Kim as Spider-Manâhe'd probably web someone for being late to class, right? Oh, oh, or he'd use his powers to booby-trap the lecture hall if we don't submit our midterms on time! Hahaâwhat do you think, noona?"
You don't answer.
"And have you noticed he wears, like, the same colors as Yonsei's? Like, blue and red? Do you think that's on purpose? Maybe he's trying to rep the school spirit! Or maybe he's trying to throw us off! Who knows, right? I mean, what's your theory? You must have a theoryâyou're always so smart about these thingsâ"
"Jungkook," you interject, your voice flat as you stop abruptly in your tracks. He almost trips trying to halt beside you, blinking wide-eyed like he didn't expect you to actually respond.
"Yeah?"
"Don't you have class?" You ask, turning your head just enough for him to see the pointed look you're giving him.
He licks his lips, and you know he's about to lie before the words even leave his mouth. "No?"
"Liar," you deadpan, already turning back to face forward.
"You know my schedule?" he shoots back, voice teasing as he trails after you again.
You roll your eyes but don't give him the satisfaction of a retort. If you respond, he'll just milk itâprobably tease you further, or worse, distract you with another string of nonsense questions about Spider-Man. No, you're better off ignoring him.
So, you keep walking. He keeps rambling.
And thenâ
The sound of a bus engine roaring down the street takes you off guard. You don't even register the rush of movement until it's too late.
Suddenly, there's a firm pressure against your shoulders, and you're stumblingâbut not forward, noâbackward. Stumbling directly into Jungkook's chest, his arms bracketing your body like they're the only thing stopping you from tumbling straight into the pavement.
Your breath catches, your heart pounding against your ribs. You freeze, blinking up at him in shock. "What theâ"
He's close. Too close. His face hovers just inches from yours, his expression wide-eyed and⌠strained.
"Are you okay?" he blurts, his voice laced with breathless concern like he's just sprinted a marathon.
You don't answer. You can't answer. Because all you can think about is how the hell he even managed to grab you like that.
He was five meters away. Five meters away, Jungkook. There's no way he could'veâ
"What the fuck," you murmur under your breath, your mind racing a mile a minute as you shove yourself upright, still staring at him like he's grown a second head. "Howâwhenâhow the fuck did you justâ"
"It was nothing!" he rushes out, cutting you off before you can finish your sentence. His voice cracks, and he's already letting go of you, stepping back like he's afraid of the scrutiny in your eyes. "I-I mean, reflexes? Adrenaline? Fight or flight? HahaâŚ"
You narrow your eyes, suspicious once again. "âŚRight."
Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, the tips of his ears turning red. "Yeah, uh⌠it's all good. You're fine, right? Totally fine! So, uh⌠should weâkeep walking? Yep, let's keep walking!"
He starts to turn away again, clearly desperate to move on, but you don't budge. You're too busy trying to piece together what just happened, trying to figure out how Jungkook keeps doing things that defy all logic and common sense.
And that's when it hits you.
Spider-Man. Fast reflexes. The ability to move like that without warning. You glance down at his feet, planted firmly on the ground, and then back up at his sheepish grin.
No fucking way.
"I'm leaving."
"Noâcome on, Tae, you promised!" Jungkook whines, clutching at Taehyung's shoulder like a child trying to stop his older sibling from walking out the door.
Taehyung stops mid-stride, turning to glare at him with an expression that's this close to murderous. "I promised you I'd study with you at the library," he hisses. "Not that we'd come here so you can sit there and drool all over her."
Jungkook freezes, eyes wide. "Iâwhat?!"
"You heard me," Taehyung deadpans, shoving Jungkook's hand off his shoulder.
"I have no clue what you're talking about," Jungkook mumbles, feigning innocence as he suddenly averts his gaze.
Taehyung rolls his eyes so hard it's a miracle they don't get stuck. "Kook, you've been staring at her table since we walked in. Don't even try to deny it."
"Iâhave not!" Jungkook protests, voice pitching just slightly higher than normal. His head jerks around, and of course his eyes instinctively flicker to your table. The one three meters to the left. The one where you're currently sitting, completely engrossed in your notes, pencil moving methodically across the page like it's the only thing that matters in the world.
You're breathtaking. Ethereal. Like a beam of light in the dull, dusty gloom of the library.
And honestly, Jungkook's not even sure why he's into you. Okay, maybe he's a little sure. Or a lot. But that's not the pointâthe point isâhe is definitely not staring. Not staring, not drooling. Definitely.
"You're doing it right now, man," Taehyung mutters, arms crossed.
"I'm not!"
"You are."
"I'm not! It's justâ" Jungkook swallows, gesturing vaguely in your direction. "I was just⌠checking out the table. It's a nice table! Good wood quality, sturdy legs. The craftsmanship isâ"
"Good wood quality?" Taehyung repeats, staring at him like he's lost his mind.
Jungkook groans, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Fine! Okay! Maybe I glanced at her for a second. It's not a crime, hyung!"
Taehyung lets out a long-suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose like he's already regretting his life choices. "I am so done with you," he mutters. But even as the words leave his mouth, he walks toward one of the tables anyway and plops his bag down into one of the vacant chairs.
"Sit," he grumbles, motioning vaguely to the chair across from him. "And don't make me regret this."
Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice. He practically trips over himself as he sits, trying to act cool and not-at-all-focused on the fact that you're sitting so close. So close that he can see the faint furrow in your brow as you concentrate, or the way you absentmindedly tap the end of your pencil against your notebook.
He's not staring. Definitely not staring. Probably.
"You're staring again," Taehyung says flatly, not even bothering to look up from his own notes.
"No, I'm not!" Jungkook hisses, slouching lower in his chair.
Taehyung snorts. "Okay, Mr. 'Good Wood Quality.' Sure."
Jungkook tries. He really does. He's here to studyâor at least, he's here to pretend to studyâand he's determined to do something productive. Something library-like. Something that doesn't involve spending the entire time sneaking glances at you like some lovesick idiot.
So, step one: grab a book. Easy. People in libraries read books, right? He can do that. Simple.
He meanders through the shelves, grabbing the first book that catches his eye. He doesn't even check the title. Doesn't matter. A book's a book.
Step two: sit down. Done. Chair, occupied. Book, open.
Step three: look at the book like he's actually reading it.
He squints at the text, hoping his brain will absorb something through sheer willpower because god knows his mind sure as hell isn't cooperating right now. Every five seconds, it drifts back to the table three meters away, where you're still sitting, still taking notes, still looking unfairly... breathtaking.
"Jungkook," Taehyung mutters, his voice barely above a grumble as he glances up from his own book. "Why the fuck are you reading that?"
"What?" Jungkook blinks, startled, then looks down at the book in his hands for the first time.
Advanced Theoretical Physics.
Oh.
"You don't even study physics," Taehyung points out flatly, his tone dripping with judgment.
Jungkook flushes, slamming the book shut and fumbling to shove it under the table. "Iâuhâthought it looked interesting."
Taehyung stares at him. "Sure you did."
Before Jungkook can come up with anything to salvage what's left of his dignity, youâof all peopleâdecide to stand up, and all the air in Jungkook's lungs promptly decides to leave with you.
Oh, god. You're moving. Why are you moving? Where are you going? Should he say something? Should he act casual? Should heâ
You shift slightly, gathering your things, and suddenly Jungkook's heart is doing this weird thing where it's racing and stuttering and flipping over itself, and now his body is moving before his brain can even think to stop it.
"Gotta go," he blurts, practically tripping over his chair as he bolts to his feet. "To the bathroom. I have toâpee. Yeah, really super really need to pee right now. See you in a bit!"
Taehyung looks up, stunned, as Jungkook all but sprints toward the library exit. "What theâwaitâ"
But Jungkook's already halfway across the library, muttering curses under his breath as he tries not to make it obvious that he's absolutely not going to the bathroom.
Taehyung sighs deeply, dragging a hand down his face before muttering to himself, "He's gonna get us banned from this place, isn't he?"
Jungkook's halfway to the library exit, heart pounding, when he realizes something odd.
You're not heading to the exit.
You're not even walking toward the bathroom.
He skids to a stop, trying very hard to play it cool, to act like he's not absolutely clocking your every move. His hands find their way into his hoodie pocket as he leans against the nearest bookshelf, pretending to scan the titles like he's not also sneaking glances at you over his shoulder.
Okay, so you're not leaving. That's fine. Totally normal. You're just⌠heading deeper into the library. Toward some distant corner, weaving past tables and shelves like you've got some secret mission.
And Jungkook? Jungkook is absolutely not a stalker. He's not. He's just curious. That's it. Normal behavior. Normal library behavior for a normal freshman.
Totally not unhinged.
But then you disappear behind a bookshelf, and his feet are moving before his brain can step on the brakes.
He follows, not too fastâjust casual-like. Normal person stuff. Nothing suspicious. His eyes dart between shelves as he tries to spot where you went, his stomach doing this weird twisty thing that's part nerves, part excitement, part oh-god-why-am-I-like-this anxiety.
And just when he thinks he's catching up, just when he rounds the corner of yet another shelf and is about to spot youâ
Yank.
Jungkook barely has time to register what's happening before soft hands grab him by the hoodie and pull him into a small, cramped room. His back bumps into something solidâhe thinks it's the doorâand suddenly you're standing right there, close enough that he can see every detail of your face, from the faint line of concentration on your forehead to the subtle curl of your lips as you exhale sharply.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
"You," you exhale, your voice sharp but quiet. "Have some explaining to do, young mister."
Jungkook's mouth opens, but nothing comes out. His brain is short-circuiting, sparking like a broken circuit board, becauseâhow? Why? When? What?
"IâuhâIâwhat?" he stammers, blinking rapidly as his eyes dart around the tiny supply closet you've dragged him into. It's all brooms and cleaning supplies and the faint smell of lemon disinfectant, and holy fuck, it is too small in here. You're too close.
"Don't play dumb," you mutter, arms crossing as you lean back just slightlyânot enough to give him actual breathing room, but enough to make him feel like he's being scrutinized under a microscope. "You've been acting⌠weird."
"Weird?" He squeaks, his voice cracking embarrassingly. "Me? Weird? No, I'm not weird! I'mâuhânormal! Super normal! The most normal person ever!"
Your brow arches, the skepticism written all over your face making his knees weak. "Normal people don't act like they've got something to hide," you reply evenly.
"I don't have anything to hide!" he says way too quickly, voice pitching high again.
You don't look convinced. Not one bit.
Jungkook swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry as he tries to come up with an excuse, a cover, a way to escape both this tiny-ass room and the weight of your accusing gaze.
But all he can think about is how close you are. How your voice sounds louder in this little space. How your shampoo smells faintly like citrus. How utterly and completely trapped he feelsânot just against the door, but under the intensity of your stare.
And he's so screwed. So screwed.
"The bus thing," you say, and Jungkook feels his entire soul leave his body for approximately three seconds before crash-landing right back into his chest with a painful thud.
"What bus thing?" he asks, trying for innocent confusion, but his voice comes out more like a strangled whisper. "There are lots of bus things. Buses are everywhere. Seoul's public transport system is very efficient andâ"
"Three days ago," you cut him off, eyes narrowing. "When I almost got hit."
Oh.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
The memory hits him like a freight train. Three days ago. That stupid bus driver who didn't see you crossing. The way his heart had stopped dead in his chest when he realized you were about toâand he'd justâwithout thinkingâ
He'd used his webs.
On you.
In broad daylight.
As Jungkook.
Not Spider-Man.
Just... regular freshman Jeon Jungkook, who definitely shouldn't have access to web-shooters or superhuman reflexes or the ability to yank someone out of harm's way from five meters away.
"I don'tâ" he starts, but his mouth is dry, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth. "That was justâ"
"Just what?" you press, leaning closer. "Just adrenaline? Just reflexes? Just another totally normal thing that totally normal freshmen do?"
"Yes?" he squeaks, pressing himself further against the shelf on his back like he might somehow phase through it if he tries hard enough.
Your eyes narrow further. "Really."
"Really!" He nods frantically. "I mean, haven't you heard those stories? About moms lifting cars off their kids? Same thing! Totally the same thing. Chemistry major stuff. Very scientific. Fight or flight response. Cortisol. Adrenaline. Biology... things."
"You're not a chemistry major."
"I could be!"
"You're in communications."
"...Minor in chemistry?"
You stare at him for a long moment, and Jungkook swears he can feel sweat beginning to bead at the back of his neck. This closet is too small. The air is too thick. You're too close, and your eyes are too sharp, and oh god, he's really messed up this time hasn't he?
"Jungkook," you say, voice low and steady. "How exactly did you pull me away from that bus?"
"I... ran really fast?"
"You were five meters away."
"I'm... very athletic?"
"Five meters, Jungkook."
He swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Would you believe me if I said I've been working out?"
The look you give him could probably melt steel. "Try again."
"Yoga?"
"Jungkook."
"Pilates?"
You lean even closer, if that's possible, and Jungkook's pretty sure his heart is about to explode right out of his chest. "One more chance," you murmur. "Tell me the truth."
And god, he wants to. He really, really wants to. Because you're right there, looking at him with those eyes that see right through him, and he's tired of lying, tired of pretending, tired ofâ
"I just..." he starts, voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't let you get hurt."
Your expression softens, just slightly, but your gaze remains unwavering. "How did you do it?"
"Iâ"
Just as Jungkook's about to bolt, there's a distinct click that makes both of you freeze.
"What theâ?" You whirl around, pushing past him to grab the handle. It doesn't budge. You try again, yanking harder this time. Nothing.
"You must be fucking kidding me," you mutter under your breath, jiggling the handle with increasing frustration.
And that's when Jungkook realizes several things at once:
1. Someone's locked you two in.
2. The closet is tiny.
3. You're pressed up against him trying to open the door.
4. Your ass isâ
Oh god.
Oh god.
This cannot be happening. Not again. Not after the coffee shop incident. Not after he literally had to swing away to deal with his... situation.
"Fuck," he breathes, trying to press himself further into the piece of furniture behind him, but there's nowhere to go. The shelves dig into his back as he attempts to create even an inch of space between your bodies.
His hands hover awkwardly at his sides, not daring to touch you, not daring to move. His breath catches in his throat as you shift again, still wrestling with the door handle, completely oblivious to the way each movement sends sparks of electricity through his entire body.
"Hey!" you call out, banging on the door. "This isn't funny!"
Focus on something else, Jungkook tells himself desperately. Anything else. Math. Chemistry. Professor Kim's boring lectures. That time Jimin ate an entire jar of kimchi andâ
You shift again, and Jungkook has to bite his lip to suppress a strangled noise.
"Seriously," you growl, hitting the door again. "Whoever's out there better unlock this right now or I swear to godâ"
Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. Dead puppies. Tax forms. Spidey suit chafing. Anything but how soft you feel againstâ
"Jungkook?" Your voice cuts through his desperate mental gymnastics. "You okay? You're breathing kind of weird."
"Fine!" he squeaks, voice way too high to be convincing. "Totally fine! Just, uh... claustrophobic! Very claustrophobic. Super claustrophobic. Did I mention I'm claustrophobic?"
You turn your head slightly, and even in the dim light, he can see your brow furrow. "Since when?"
"Since... right now?"
Another shift of your hips as you try the handle again, and Jungkook has to close his eyes, silently praying to whatever deity might be listening to either kill him now or get him out of this situation before he combusts from sheer embarrassment.
Because if you notice... if you realize... oh god, he'll never live it down. He'll have to transfer schools. Change his name. Move to a different country. Become a hermit in the mountains where no one will ever find himâ
"Can you try pushing while I pull?" you ask, completely unaware of his internal crisis.
Jungkook makes a sound that might be agreement, might be distress, might be his soul leaving his body. He's not really sure anymore.
All he knows is that he's trapped in a closet with you, with your body pressed against his, and his spidey-sense is absolutely no help because apparently it doesn't warn him about situations that might kill him from pure mortification.
"Jungkook?" you prompt again, and he realizes he hasn't moved to help with the door.
"Right!" he says quickly, voice cracking. "Sorry! Just... give me a second to... uh... mentally prepare."
You snort. "For pushing a door?"
"Yes," he says weakly, because what else can he say? 'Sorry, I need a minute because you feel too good pressed against me and I'm trying very hard not to embarrass myself'?
Yeah, no. He'd rather die.
Jungkook does what you say. He really does. He plants his palms flat against the door, muscles tensing as he tries to push in time with your pulls. But it's too much. Too much to focus on, too close, too you.
His very healthy, very 21-year-old brain is absolutely screaming some unfortunate, very, very filthy thoughts right now, and no amount of silently yelling at himself to stop it, stop it, STOP IT seems to be working.
Push and pull. Yeah, he's thinking of that in an entirely different context, and honestly, sue him. He's a guy. A guy experiencing literal hell because your ass keeps brushing against him every time you shift, and it's doing things to him.
You move again, and Jungkook swears he's going to lose it. Like, right here. On the spot. His knees are weak, his palms are sweating, and his brain is running on some kind of autopilot loop of, "Abort mission! Shut it down! This is a disaster!"
Fuck him. Fuck his life. Just take him now, death. Send the reaper. Hell, send Taehyung to throw him into the Han River. Anything but this.
But thenâjust as his brain reaches critical overloadâyou stiffen.
Oh no.
You turn your head slightly, glancing at him over your shoulder, and the look in your eyes is... not great. In fact, it's terrifying.
"Jungkook," you say, his name an ominous warning.
His whole body seizes, every alarm in his mind blaring at full volume as sweat beads at the back of his neck. "Yeah?" he squeaks, his voice cracking so hard he wants to dig his own grave and lie in it.
"Are you hard?"
Oh, fuck.
Oh FUCK.
His brain short-circuits. His entire being freezes. His soul? Gone. It has left the building. His vision blurs at the edges as the words echo around the tiny closet, bouncing off every surface and hitting him square in the chest over and over again.
"Iâuhâwhat?" he stammers, his voice so high-pitched it might as well be a dog whistle.
You straighten, still half-facing him, and your brow furrows with that look of realization that makes him want to throw himself into the sun.
"You are," you say, your tone shifting between disbelief and a growing edge of... amusement?
"IâIânoâwhat? No, I'm not! That'sâno, that's ridiculous!" He tries to back away automatically, but there's nowhere to go, and his shoulders slam against the wood behind him.
You fully turn at this point, arms crossing as you raise a suspicious eyebrow. "Really, Jungkook?" Your eyes drift ever so slightly downward, and oh no oh no oh no don't look down don't look down don't look down.
He flails. Not physically, thankfully, but mentally? He's losing it. He's scrambling for something, anything, to salvage even a shred of dignity.
"It'sâit's not what you think!" he blurts out, his hands flying up defensively. "It'sâit's theâthe door! Yeah! This stupid closet! I told you I was claustrophobic, right? That's gotta... do something... biologically... right?"
You stare at him, unimpressed. Completely, utterly unimpressed.
"It's not me," he continues, voice cracking again because his body is betraying him. "It'sâit's likeâscience! Random reaction!"
"...Random reaction." Your expression is unreadable now, which somehow makes this worse.
"Totally random," he insists, nodding way too quickly. "You know, like... blood flow! Hormones! Human anatomy! It's a thing! You can look it up!"
"Oh, I'll look it up," you mutter, the corner of your mouth twitching like you're trying very hard not to laugh.
"Please don't," Jungkook whispers, his face burning so hot he's genuinely worried the fire alarm's going to go off.
And honestly? He doesn't even care if the fire alarm goes off at this point. He'd happily burn in this library right now if it meant escaping the absolute mortification of this moment.
Jungkook is fairly certain he's about to pass out, maybe die, and definitely disintegrate into dust when it happens. You turn around, shift again, just slightly, your body brushing against him in a way that feels⌠deliberate?
Or is his brain just playing tricks on him now?
Oh god. Oh fuck. Is this some cruel, sick hallucination brought on by his overactive imagination? Is his mind punishing him for thinking all those filthy, traitorous thoughts earlier? Why can't he have some kind of superpower to read minds right now? Be Professor X or some shit, because at this point, anything would be better than not knowing what the hell is going through your head right now.
Do you think he's a creep? A weirdo? A perverted little freshman who can't keep it together for five fucking minutes?
Orâ
The thought makes his stomach flip violently, a spark of something hotâand definitely dangerousâshooting down his spine as you shift again.
Or do you find this⌠fun?
Amusing?
Arousing?
Because there's something about the way you're not stepping back, the way you're not recoiling in disgust, the way your breaths are just slightly heavier than before, that's making Jungkook's head spin.
And then you chuckleâlow, quiet, but unmistakable.
"This is the first time this has ever happened to me," you mutter, the sound light but laced with something he can't quite name.
But he doesn't care what it's laced with. He doesn't even care what it means.
Because oh god, that chuckleâhe'd bottle it if he could. He'd trap it in a jar and keep it with him forever, listen to it on repeat like a favorite playlist, let it echo in his head until he went insane from the sound of it alone.
His mouth opens, but no words come out. His body is frozen, his brain completely fried, every single one of his senses hyper-focused on the fact that you're still right there, pressed against him, closer than you've ever been before.
Say something, dumbass, his brain screams at him. Anything. Literally anything.
"Iâit's not my fault?" he manages weakly, his voice cracking so pathetically he wants to punch himself.
You laugh again, and this time there's no mistaking itâthere's something mischievous in it, like you're enjoying watching him squirm. And oh no, oh god, you're enjoying this.
"I didn't say it was," you reply, your voice smooth, calm, fucking deadly.
Jungkook swallows hard. His legs feel like they're about to give out any second now. His palms are clammy. His heart is doing that thing where it feels like it's both racing and stopping entirely at the same time.
"Iâuhâshould we try the door again?" he stammers, trying desperately to redirect the situation before his entire body spontaneously combusts from the sheer tension in the air.
You hum softly, not answering right away, and Jungkook feels every muscle in his body tense in response.
You keep moving, but now it's with purposeâup and down motions that are too deliberate to be anything but intentional. Like you're actually trying to... to get him off. Right here. In this tiny closet. In the fucking library.
Jungkook's mind is gone. Absolutely fucking gone. His consciousness has left his body, floating somewhere near the ceiling as he tries to process what's happening. He's honestly shocked he hasn't passed out yet, given how fast his blood is rushing south.
His hands hover awkwardly over your hips, trembling with the effort not to touch. His teeth dig into his bottom lip, desperate to hold back the embarrassing sounds threatening to escape. Because he refuses to pant like some desperate animal, even though that's exactly what you're reducing him to.
But thenâoh fuckâyou reach back, grabbing his hands. And before his brain can catch up, you're placing them firmly on your hips.
"It's okay," you murmur, your voice low and honey-sweet. "You can touch me."
The permission makes him shudder, a full-body tremor that he couldn't suppress if he tried. Your hand slides over his, guiding it upward, and his breath catches in his throat as you move it higher, and higher, andâ
Oh god.
You press his palm against your breast, and Jungkook's brain completely flatlines.
A pathetic whimper escapes him before he can stop it. His fingers twitch against the soft swell under your shirt, and he's pretty sure he's died. This is death. This is heaven. This is some kind of fever dream his horny brain has cooked up.
"Is this really happening?" he whispers, his voice raw and desperate. "Like, actually happening? Not just another dream orâ"
He cuts himself off, realizing what he just admitted, but it's too late. The words are already out there, hanging in the heated air between you.
"Another dream?" you repeat, and he can hear the smirk in your voice. "You dream about this often, Jungkook-ah?"
Fuck.
"Way too often," he confesses, the words spilling from his mouth before his brain can catch up. And yeah, that's definitely because his mind has completely checked out. Because normal Jungkook? Coherent Jungkook? Would rather die than admit something like that.
But normal Jungkook isn't here right now. Normal Jungkook left the building the moment you pressed his hand to your breast. Now there's just... this Jungkook. The one who can't think straight because you're letting him squeeze and touch and feel, and your ass is doing absolutely criminal things against his cock.
His forehead drops to your neck, breath coming in heavy pants that he can't control anymore. Fuck trying to be quiet. Fuck trying to be composed. His hips move on their own, grinding forward to match your rhythm.
Because you gave him permission, right? You said he could touch. You guided his hands. So this is okay. This is allowed. This isn't just another fevered fantasy his desperate brain cooked up at 3 AM.
"Noona," he breathes against your skin, the honorific slipping out again because his filter is completely gone. His fingers flex against your breast, testing, exploring, learning what makes your breath hitch. "Fuck."
You guide his movements with a confidence that makes his head spin, showing him exactly how to touch you. His fingers find your nipple through the fabric, and the way it peaks under his touch makes him dizzy with want. Your hand stays over his, encouraging him to squeeze, to explore, to learn.
And Jungkook? He's never been this hard in his entire fucking life.
He's pathetic, really. Getting this worked up from some dry humping and breast play like he's fifteen instead of twenty-one. Sure, they're absolutely amazing titsâperfect, actually, fitting in his palm like they were made for his touchâbut still. He's broadcasting his virginity like a fucking neon sign, getting this desperate this fast.
But he can't help it. Can't stop the way his hips keep rolling against you, seeking more friction, more pressure, more. He knows he's closeâcan feel it building in his abdomen, that telltale tingling that makes his toes curl in his stupid mismatched socks.
"Noona," he whimpers against your shoulder, the sound muffled by your shirt. "Noona, I'mâfuckâ"
His breath comes in sharp, desperate pants. He's making these absolutely embarrassing soundsâlittle whimpers and moans he has to muffle against your skin because if anyone heard him like this, he'd actually die on the spot.
The pressure builds, and builds, and builds, until he's grinding back helplessly, practically sobbing because it feels so good he can't stand it. His free hand grips your hip like a lifeline, probably too hard, definitely leaving marks, but he can't help it.
"Please," he chokes out, though he's not sure what he's begging for. "Please, I'mâI can'tâ"
He's going to come in his pants like a fucking teenager, and the worst part? He doesn't even care anymore.
"It's okay, Jungkook-ah," you murmur, voice honey-sweet and deadly. "Let go for noona."
And that'sâthat should be illegal. The way those words hit him is criminal, making his whole body seize up like he's been electrocuted. His hips stutter, losing rhythm as everything goes white-hot. He groans against your shoulder, embarrassingly loud even muffled against the fabric, as his orgasm hits him like a fucking freight train.
He came. He justâhe actually justâcame in his pants. Like some inexperienced kid who's never been touched before.
Mortifying. Absolutely fucking mortifying.
A hiccup escapes him, something between a sob and a whimper, and he wants to disappear. To evaporate. To cease existing entirely.
"Hey," you whisper, so soft it makes his chest ache. Your hand reaches back, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck, and his skin erupts in goosebumps immediately at the gentle touch.
He wants to cry. Wants to apologize. Wants to explain that he's not usually this pathetic (lie), that he can last longer than three minutes (another lie), that he's not always this embarrassingly eager (the biggest lie of all).
But the words stick in his throat like clay, thick and suffocating. Because what can he possibly say? 'Sorry I just creamed my pants from some dry humping and titty grabbing?'
"It's okay," you murmur, and another hiccup escapes him.
No. No, don't do that. Don't pity him. Don't say those words like anything about this situation is remotely okay. Because it's not. It's the furthest thing from okay. He justâhe literally justâ
"I really liked that," you add, voice soft but sure.
Jungkook's head snaps up so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. "What?"
You⌠liked it? How could you possibly have liked that? He barely lasted three minutes. He came in his pants like a middle schooler. He probably squeezed your tit too hard and left bruises on your hip and made the most embarrassing sounds andâ
"How?" he croaks out, voice raw and disbelieving. "How could youâthat was soâI'm soâ"
Pathetic. Desperate. Inexperienced. Embarrassing.
His brain supplies about fifty different self-deprecating adjectives, but none of them make it past his lips because he's still trying to process the fact that you said you liked it.
The dam breaks.
Jungkook is crying. Tears spill over his flushed cheeks, unbidden and hot with shame, and oh god, he's really lost it now. He's crying, actually fucking crying, because apparently, being mortified isn't enough. No, his body has to betray him in every possible way all at once.
His blurred vision catches you turning around to face him, and then your handsâsoft, warmâreach up to gently brush the tears away from his eyelids. The gesture makes him hiccup, and he immediately wants to crawl under the floorboards and die.
"It was cute," you murmur, and your tone is soft but steady, like you actually mean it.
"Don't say that," he mumbles, voice cracking as he ducks his head, his tears threatening to spill faster. He can't handle this. He really, really can't.
You smileâa smile so kind it feels like a dagger to his chest. "Why? I'm not lying."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"It was so embarrassing!" he bursts out, the words tumbling from his mouth in one long, panicked string. "I made such embarrassing sounds andâand IâI came in my pants andâ"
"It's what I wanted," you interrupt, your words cutting through his spiraling like a blade.
He freezes, the tears still clinging to his lashes. His breath catches, the air suddenly clammy.
"...What?" he croaks, the word so small and broken it barely makes it past his lips. His mind blanks, unable to process what he just heard. Surely he misheard you, right? Surely this is some kind of cruel, shame-induced hallucination because there's no way.
"It's what I wanted," you repeat, your voice unwavering as you look him straight in the eye, your gaze too steady, too certain.
His breathing stutters. His tears momentarily forgotten, he stares at you, wide-eyed and silent, like you've just flipped his entire world upside down.
Your hand is still on his cheek, thumb brushing away the lingering wetness under his eye, and Jungkook can't look away from your face. Can't process the way you're looking at himâsoft but certain, like you actually meant what you just said.
"Butâ" he starts, voice wavering. "But why would youâI mean, Iâ" He swallows hard, his face burning. "I barely even touched you. I just... got off on you like some desperateâ"
"Because," you cut him off, your other hand coming up to frame his face, holding him still when he tries to look away. "I liked making you fall apart like that. Liked knowing I could affect you that much."
His breath catches. "Butâ"
"And," you continue, your thumb trailing down to brush over his bottom lip, making him shiver. "I liked how honest you were. How you couldn't hide how much you wanted it."
Jungkook's brain short-circuits again. Because what the fuck? What the actual fuck? You liked that he was desperate? That he was pathetic and needy andâ
"The sounds you made," you murmur, leaning closer, close enough that he can feel your breath against his lips. "Were fucking hot."
He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, caught somewhere between a whimper and a groan. Because this can't be real. This has to be some kind of fever dream. Some kind of post-orgasm hallucination.
"Noona," he breathes, his hands twitching at his sides, unsure if he's allowed to touch you again. "Iâ"
And then the door clicks.
Both of you freeze, heads snapping toward the sound. Light floods the closet as the door swings open, and there stands Taehyung, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"Time's up, lovebirds!" he announces cheerfully. "Did you two work out your... tension?"
Jungkook is going to kill him. He's actually going to murder his best friend. Right after he dies of embarrassment. Again.
"Hyung," he croaks out, face burning hotter than the sun. "Did youâwas thisâdid you plan this?!"
Taehyung just grins, wiggling his eyebrows. "You're welcome!"
Yeah, Jungkook is definitely going to kill him.
Just... maybe after he changes his pants.
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You were frozen. The thing you are scared the most about is getting a call from the school. You knew that you were doomed that's why you just decided to lower your head and listen to what mom says . âY/N , you shamless girl , you ruined our image in school , how many times should I FUCKING tell you to study and be consistent huhâ. You were used to these words , you have seen many of your class girls complaint and whine about their parents . You always felt that it was pretty much unnecessary as going against parents is an immature act .
Maybe the problem is with you only . Maybe you are over reacting to that . âY/N say something , you deaf girlâ. You got out of your trance as you just stared at your overraged mother . âTell me you bitch , how can you not solve that easy integration problem, Do you just want to be dumb for life and get married to bear 4 to 5 childrenâ. All these words , you took in with a heavy heart . Your head was down due to shame and your heart was paining with all this pressure . Still you controlled your tears as your jaw was constantly touching your lips in a matter to start it.
Guilt was eating you alive and you were getting depressed thinking about your future . âI and papa are going to your school tomorrow , we will decide there only what to do with a lazy bitch like youâ. You nodded although you were at the verge of crying , you still holded it. On the other hand your sister came from the other side of the room , you noticed her presence after you saw her coming towards your mom.
âMama what happened?, Did my sister got a complaint once again ?â. Fake concern , that the only thing that described her face , pure sarcasm. âYeah, Betty that's the case only with herâ. Your mother replied to her in a defeated tone. âOh , my big sister why don't you listen to her after all what she says is always right , you canât sacrifice your study you know, thatâs what you were made forâ. Your sister said smirking knowing how to make you feel low and pathetic.
âMomma , let's go for shopping , I wanna buy some new clothes for Charlieâs birthdayâ. Your sister ignored the whole situation and decided to claim the chance of winning your moms attention . âCharlie ? , Betty why do you call him that , he is 14 years older than youâ. A concern was on her face , but still again they both ignored you like folks ignore mannequins at the shop. âMomma, he was the only one to tell me that and itâs fine , all of my friends call him Charlie tooâ. âOh ok, if thatâs what you say , and as for the shopping , take my debit card and goâ. After hearing theses words from your mother , she smirked looking at you and said âStudy y/n , you gotta whole life aheadâ.
âSee mr and mrs L/N , seeing your daughter being sincere but not a good scorer can ruin our schools image and affects her future , I strongly want you to be strict with her , let her study with in a strict environment , if you canât be like that then donât expect good marks of your daughter tooâ , your parents nodded and your mom was secretly glaring at you for making her name spoiled . You have to endure all of it to make it worth and fine. Pathetic right
Something that would be hidden from you forever will the fact that jungkook was watching all of it . How were you being scolded, how afraid you were , how everytime the word âstudyâmade you flinch and taking your shiver state was driving him crazy , what is it ? He wondered . Is it something normal or is it a kink but perhaps , your hot afraid and small form was making him lusty , confused and wierdly satisfied. âJungkook , sir's saying that you can leave the camera duty today and go home , he is taking it right nowâ.Hoseok , his best friend informed him. Being a good student can get you the access of schools camera that was the plus point for jungkook.
âWe are leaving Y/N , but I expect you to study properly here , this is your last warning and if I heard it once again ,i swear i would kick you outta houseâ. The threat staright from your dad's mouth. You just nodded with a scared look. The class was empty , ofcourse the school hour was over and here you are for self study , cause you were damn sure your parents won't let you see the house if you didn't studied . But atleast that was good for your mental health , Home was just a jail you wanted to escape.
The gate of your classroom flinched slightly along with you too . Maybe a teacher was entering . And to your surprise that was none other than the class's bright boy . The eye contact when he entered made you shiver and nervous a bit . With slow steps and heavy hot breath he sat , right behind you making goosebumps rise around your body . You were frozed, all you wanted to do was look into your book , don't focus on the movement behind .
Jungkook was feeling blessed sitting right behind you , taking your small and shivering form more closely . The long hair on short heighted pretty was too much and he were swore by now that was he was feeling from past 3 months with you as a classmate was something else . He always noticed you , he always looked at you , stalked you , he always loved the way you were and how beautiful you were and not to mention sexy too by your body curves , as a man he always felt pleasure looking at someone as beautiful as you. Small , less talkative and afraid little girl , makes him wanna pamper you like a baby , âHIS BABYâ .
You flinched when his hand touched your shoulder. As he was calling you . Goosebumps arouse on your body . You were at the verge of getting a panic attack as your heart beats were getting abnormal . âY-yes , any problemâ, you asked , with a shivering voice . âHotâ . "H-huh?", You swore you heard the word hot or maybe that was your daydreaming again . âI was saying do you need any help for solving anything ?â. Jungkook asked you as he looked at what you were doing in the notebook. He was bending towards you as you were looking sideways at the ground , too afraid to make eye contact . âI-i don't think I would need that , Th- Thank you for askingâ. Your tone had slight edginess in that .
Jungkook felt slight disappointment and angerness at the same time . How can you reject him in that? Do you even know your condition in studies are falling so badly ? How can you not take his help ? Girls die to be in your position ? His blood was boiling but seeing your already panic form , he melted . It was his weakness . So he got to know that it isn't the way to have you near him . He want to make sure to win your trust either by fake hospitality , And look like he already got a plan as his smirk was dancing on his face , too dark for your innocent eyes to notice .
âHelloâ. âYes , sir I want to put forward a proposalâ. His voice was manipulating but he knew he got this for his desire . âSay , childâ. âYes , so sir can I teach Y/N maths , as you know she is one of the most weakest in the class in terms of grades and it can get our section's grade down ?â. âOh jungkook ,that's great . I think you should actually work on it , I don't want my section to be behind any other in terms of resultâ . He was the man of hunger , hunger to be always first , in terms of sports, education , promotion and this can be the way to make you more useful for class. âOk sir , gotta work on it , thank youâ.
With the smirk on his face jungkook slept , as he wants to exceute his plan tomorrow , be prepared to get in the hands of devil , my baby Y/N .
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The Yandere Doll Walks Free at Christmas 𪽠pt. 5 the hearth, his chest
(Jungkook X Reader Series)
basically, there's jungkook under her tree.
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excerpt: she could not make a sound; the only thing that she was incisively aware of was Jungkookâs heat, cutting through every part of her being.
pt. 5: the hearth, his chest
"I understand that you filled out a Toybox application form, requesting a boyfriend?â She really had had been too much of a good girl. But the last thing that she had expected was to actually end on the top of the Nice list on Christmas Eve and get exactly what she had asked forâŚor not. As she grows increasingly fond of his pattering presence in the background, she begins to ponder whether a present from Santa Claus is supposed to possess such a darkly dominant disposition, which only begins to expose itself bit by bit.
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warnings: jungkook x fem! reader (insert any name of your choice), yandere behaviour displayed by the male main character: possessive, controlling + clingy tendencies, eventual smut, seemingly chaste fantasy with a sinister twist +subtle reference to yoonmin
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___ had slammed the door shut on Jungkookâs anger-ruffled face after freeing herself from his near-imprisoning grip and immediately sought refuge in her bed, vowing to be as far away from him as she could.
A few hours into her sleep, it seemed as if the irate snowstorm was seething through ___âs own living room. Her limbs felt frozen in place; no number of the hefty blankets, and woollen sweaters could shield her body from the astoundingly glacial atmosphere of own her home, which had now transitioned into a frosty mountaintop. ___ could feel the back of her shoulders ache from shivering consistently throughout the past two hours and her chattering teeth could now perhaps awaken her neighbours; she even lacked the strength to brew a cup of coffee to warm herself up. ___ almost worried about Jungkook in the next room before remembering that he possessed his own in-built heating system.
___ snugly draped herself in a shawl and opened her bedroom door, only to be greeted by a merciless gust of wind flooding the corridor. ___ grimaced from the impact of the wintry hostility; she wondered if she had mistakenly left the windows unclosed. The light in Jungkookâs room was still on; it was way past midnight, ___ could only wonder what he was up to.
___ inspected the entirety of the house to seek the possible passages of the frigid air that seemed to haunt her; she could not find a single culprit; why was it then, so cold? ___ decided that to layer up was the only way to get through the night; she would deal with the intricacies of the heating system in the morning.
As ___ trudged her way back to her room to clamber up back into her bed, she heard the quick shuffling of Jungkookâs feet. Jungkook was leaning against the doorframe, resting his hand on his outstretched arm and the fringe of his hair was sticking wetly to his forehead, slick with sweat; was he working out in the middle of the night? In stark contrast to his usual gentlemanly guise, he was now outrightly shirtless, the peaks of his nipples hardened by the temperature with his greyish sweatpants swung low on his hips. ___ gulped after being ambushed by Jungkookâs near-naked visual.
âMy my, your cheeks seem to be blazed from the bitter cold! How many of those sweaters and jackets are you wearing? You look like a sleepwalking snowman; man, people at Santa Isle would have a field day if they saw you right now,â Jungkook guffawed.
âI am so so cold. I donât- donât know whatâs wrong with the devices,â ___ gasped out between her shivers, her eyes crinkled and her mouth settled into a perplexed, involuntary pout.
âYeah, no, of course you are. It is supposed to be the coldest day of the season today. But, a heating device? Is that what you need? All this, right here, at your disposal,â Jungkook smirked, gesturing to his sculpture-like torso, littered with a few specimens of body-art, here and there.
âAre-are you out of your mind?â
âThen, if you wish to be frozen by dawn, go ahead. Although, I would suggest you do not knock it until you try it. You do not have to snuggle with me. Just place your palm on my chest and see, it would make a huge difference,â Jungkook drew a faux look of innocence of his face.
âDarn you and your superhuman powers. But, just a finger, not any more than that,â ___ muttered under breath, to which Jungkook comically bowed.
___ placed a cautious finger on Jungkookâs bare chest; she instantaneously sensed the tip of her finger gather an oozing mass of warmth: it almost felt as if there were a hundred little chambers of warmth beneath her fingertip, though it did not warm her body completely yet. Jungkook joyously noted the look of wonder spreading through ___âs irises. ___ grew even more famished for warmth by this little taste-test and then, pasted the whole of her right palm against Jungkookâs chest as he bit his bottom lip, hovering over ___ with his eyes monitoring every single one of her bodyâs reactions.
âThis is no way to be comfortable. Want to be really cozy? I can show you,â Jungkook whispered into her right ear with an intimacy that they had not previously shared; ___ looked up at him, still a bit shaky, and nodded.
Jungkook swerved ___'s body out of the doorway and into his designated room before she could even register the happenings. He hoisted ___ in his unclothed arms and laid with her in his freshly-made bed in the exact same position: him cradling her whilst peering at her fondly. ___âs eyes were widened but she was not outwardly complaining for even her modern heating system was no match for Jungkookâs chest which was a cackling fireplace in itself; despite ___âs ethical and rational inner voice screaming at her, ___ could not bring herself to be torn apart from the furnace of warmth that was Jungkook on a snowy night.
___ could sense her heartbeat quicken its pace owing to the closeness of Jungkook and the shared intensity in the silence of the moment; she knew he was watching her and both her mind and throat seemed to have fogged up, she could not make a sound; the only thing that she was incisively aware of was Jungkookâs heat, cutting through every part of her being.
âYou are not cold anymore? Are you?â Jungkook enquired in a quiet voice as if someone could overhear them and ___ shook her head delicately.
âAll these sweaters, you do not require them? Take them off, I am afraid I might overheat you up,â he chuckled softly.
___ disentangled herself from Jungkook for only a moment but it felt exceedingly agonising for both of them to part from each other; she peeled the extra woollen garments from her arms and tossed them into a chair nearby, her hair now sticking in every direction, making Jungkook crack into a smile as he brushed it behind her ears with a a fond expression. He scooped her up in his embrace once again and rocked her gently, humming an unfamiliar yet soothing tune into her hair as she tucked her chin into his shoulder blades.
The braless, bed-ready breasts of ___ were now cuddled against Jungkook and his naked, solid chest; her wafting flowery scent was almost sending him into a wild frenzy but he had to make ___ comfortable first before he could even imagine tending to his bodily desires.
Jungkookâs body heat had securely enveloped ___, who, a few minutes ago, was quivering her way to hysteria; come to think of it, despite being annoying, Jungkook had his perks, ___ pondered as her hand reached the mop of his black hair at its own discretion and began gently stroking it. ___ was now caressing a man she barely knew and leaning into him as if he were her most familiar, longest-known lover.

The truth was, not only had he fiddled with the settings of the heater, Jungkook had also concealed a portable cooling machine, utilised by him during his trips away from Santa Isle in summertime, within the clutter of the decorative presents from ___âs Christmas paraphernalia and set it at its highest functioning capacity, aimed towards her bedroom; no wonder she felt like she herself was going to transform into an icicle.
âKoo,â ___ languidly mumbled, almost half-asleep because of the onslaught of comfort ushered in by Jungkookâs powerful arms.
âKoo? Is that my new name?â Jungkook smiled into her hair, his consciousness now misty with her strawberry-vanilla scent.
âWe are really going to have to figure something out. How is all this going to work out? You, me, this boyfriend thing. I donât know what I was thinking when I wrote the letter to Santa. Actually, I was not expecting a response,â ___ shook her head to keep herself awakened and upright, not wanting to be any more vulnerable than she already was, although their limbs were currently knotted together; she had only known him less than a day.
âI only know of you, ___â Jungkook sulked, pressing his lips into a wordless placidity.
âHow so?â
âI am here to be your present. I have been driven to this side of the world only for you and to be with you. I want to know you better than anyone ever has. I have this desire to tend to your needs before you even know that you have them. I want to be the boyfriend that you wished for in your letter,â Jungkook sighed, dreamily looking at ___, the woman he had pined after for almost a year, luxuriating in his embrace now and the soft glow of the Christmas decorations was enlightening her face in a way that proved that she was surely the good-hearted, all-pure angel that he had suspected she was.
âBaby steps, Koo. We should get to know each other first,â ___ would never admit it to herself but, the icy barrier of insecurity and doubt that she had shrouded herself with, as a form of self-defence, was now beginning to thaw: maybe it was because of how safe and homely Jungkook was making her feel; surely, it must have been because of the innocence swirling in his doe eyes.
âI am more than willingâŚanything for your wishes to be fulfilled.â
âAll that just so you can keep your title of being the best Santa Isle worker?â ___ teased.
âJust so I could be number one to you,â Jungkook carefully brushed her forehead with lips, awaiting any sort of resistance, but, to his much-welcomed surprise, ___ tilted her head in his direction in an obedient-kitten fashion.
âUmâŚI saw this curious little notification pop up on my phone a few hours agoâŚSince when do you have social media? Isnât that just something that âour kindâ does and yours just judges us whilst emitting copious amounts of heat,â ___ babbled, laughing into Jungkookâs shoulder, her voice sending vibrations into his entire being.
âSay what you will, but you canât live without this heat. Also, yeah, I have a social media account now; I made it just to look you up and follow you. I want to see what you get up to, online,â Jungkook answered; he had created an account right after he observed ___ messaging Jin; he wanted to be in the know, thatâs all.
âI accepted your request but you will be bored, I am sure. I am not all that interesting; I only post, like, four times a year and those too, are sometimes pictures of trees or cats or something,â
âI would always be interested in something that you have considered worthy of capturing and sharing,â Jungkookâs eyes glinted cheerfully.
âTell me stories about where you are from,â ___ said, with a hint of sleepiness; Jungkook attentively noted the motion of her luscious-looking lips, seeming as they were dripping with dew, and oh, how he wanted a taste.
âI was born in Santa IsleâŚmy family works there too; they belong to the gift-acquisition and packaging department while I am responsible for successful delivery. Us, residents of Santa Isle, are particularly skilled at combatting the cold, and bringing smiles. Very early on, from our childhoods, it is ingrained in our minds through our educational curriculums that we have to seek out opportunities to serve the people and be the messenger of all things good,â Jungkook articulated.
âSo, are all the people there involved in Christmas-related endeavours?â
âSanta Isle professionals are actually active yearlong; we have observational reports to prepare for the annual Naughty and Nice lists, carry out projects associated with social justice, and contribute to programmes of poverty alleviation-basically bring happiness to people,â Jungkookâs tone was that of a quotidian humility.
âWhat would you have done to me, had I been on the Naughty list?â
âYou donât want to know,â Jungkook smirked suggestively.
Jungkookâs swelling bulge, pitched underneath his sweatpants was becoming uncomfortable to say the least; however, he could not cater to it, not when ___ was asleep, ever so soundly on his chest, her mouth musically letting out wisps of air, the neckline of her t-shirt splayed: providing him a sneak-peek of her alluring chest, a smidgen of her drool landing on his collarbones. Jungkook could not help but coo at her adorably gullible sleeping form, and for her, he could overlook any degree of discomfort, no matter how hard it was for him.
___'s existence was already enough to get him going; to him, she was a living-breathing wet dream.
___ awoke to the morning sunlight dancing in patterns on her eyelids; she sensed an unknown weight slinging around her shoulders. She opened her eyes to find Jungkook slithered around the entirety of her torso; she was encaged by his strong arms around her back and her waistline and it did not seem that he would let her go anytime soon. As ___ moved about, Jungkookâs features scrunched up in annoyance and his hold around her body tightened significantly; he huddled closer to her, nuzzling his nose in the nape of her neck.
âJungkook, JungkookâŚI have to get up,â ___ lightly patted him.
âWhat a delight to wake up next to you,â Jungkookâs eyes snapped open, taking in the early-morning unhindered beauty of ___ and then, he offered ___ a lazy smile, unwillingly untwining himself from ___ for now.
âI have been thinkingâŚNo matter how cold it is, I believe that we should have some boundaries and some ground rules. This is not okay,â ___ spoke thoughtfully as she left Jungkookâs bed, and his face seemed to drop.

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Ö´đ Synopsis: meanie bf! yoongi x innocent! reader
ŕŁŞË Ö´đ | warning(s)â mean dom yoongi, yoongi is a lil possessive over his girl, spanking, oral (m & f receiving), rough sex, fingering.
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meanie!bf yoongi cherished every moment he spent with you. As much as he enjoyed retreating to the dim, cozy comfort of his studioâhis self-proclaimed âgenius labââhe didnât mind being pulled along on your shopping sprees. Store after store, he followed you, hands laden with bags, while you trailed behind, pleading. âYoonie, please let me help!â Your persistence was always met with an exasperated grumble of refusal. Eventually, you gave in, your eyes lighting up at the sight of a charming little shop brimming with trinkets and toys. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched his pretty princess practically skip toward the entrance.
meanie!bf yoongi couldnât stand how naive and oblivious you were to flirtation. You smiledâeyes bright, docile, and so achingly innocentâwhen the clerk complimented your frilly pink dress, calling you pretty. His gaze lingered on you, shamelessly committing every detail to memory. Then, with that soft, matter-of-fact voice, you mentioned that your "boyfriend" had picked it out, thanking the clerk before eagerly asking about the latest Monster High dolls.
When you turned around, it nearly undid him. âYoon!â you exclaimed, your voice brimming with delight. âHe said theyâre in the back aisleââ
âI heard.â His voice sliced through the warm atmosphere, cold and sharp. His piercing gaze locked onto the clerk, intense and unyielding, as though dissecting the poor soul on the spot.Â
âGo ahead and look for them. Iâll catch up with you,â he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitated, puzzled by his sudden shift in demeanor. What had the clerk done to warrant such an icy reaction? His expression was so forbidding that you thought better of pressing for answers. Instead, you nodded cautiously.
âPick whatever you want,â he added, the tension in his voice unsoftened. Still unsure, you gave a small nod before slipping away toward the back aisle, your curiosity simmering under the surface.
meanie!bf yoongi turned to the clerk, his face unreadable and his voice calm yet chilling. âI saw the way you were looking at her,â he briskly spoke.Â
The clerk stammered, only to be silenced, âYou were. Donât bother lying.âÂ
The man swallowed hard, his throat tightening with nerves. âIâm sorry Iââ
A dark chuckle escaped him, his lips slowly curving into a mocking smirk, âItâs fine. Perfectly fine,â he murmured, his gaze sweeping casually around the store. âMy girlfriend really likes this place.â He paused, letting the words linger before continuing in a low, menacing tone. âBut let me make something clear: donât let me catch you againânot even by mistake. If you see me, turn the other way. And pray to whatever god you worship that I donât see you.â
He extended his hand, his demeanor seemingly relaxed. The clerk hesitated before reluctantly taking it. The moment their hands met, his grip tightened like a vice, drawing a sharp hiss of pain from the man.
âGood,â he nodded, the anger vaugly platiable through his stoic exterior. His eyes briefly flickering to the manâs name tag. âGlad weâre on the same page, Joonwon.â
meanie!bf yoongi saunters casually to the back aisle, his gaze settling on you as you marvel at the collection of dolls. Your attention lingers on the Draculara and Lagoona boxes, and your face lights up when you spot him. âYoon!â you call out, holding up the two options. âHelp me pick?â
He shrugs with a hint of indifference. âJust get both.â
It doesnât matter which one you choose. And to him, it truly doesnâtâespecially when heâd give you anything without hesitation. If it were up to him, heâd hand you the world on a silver platter.
âNo, Yoon⌠I canât get both I already boughtââ you protest, but he rolls his eyes, cutting you off without a word, and grabbing both boxes from your hands, heading toward the cashier.
You blink in surprise, caught off guard by his grumpy demeanor. Trailing behind him, you canât help but wonder why he seemed so off. At the register, the clerk avoids meeting his gaze, silently handing over the bag as if something unspoken had just passed between them. Your curiosity deepens, and your mind flits back to the moment he lingered at the counter a little too long.
meanie!bf yoongi scoffs when you askwhat he and the clerk had been talking about. âItâs nothing important,â he said casually, his hand turning the steering wheel with ease, his eyes sharp and focused on the road ahead.
âYou sure...?â you asked, confused and slightly hurt by how he brushed you off. âYoon, please tell meââÂ
Before you could finish, he swerved the car sharply, pulling into an empty parking lot. Your eyes widened in shock, your heart pounding in your chest.Â
âListen,â he said, his voice calm but carrying that signature edge of indifference. âYou really want to know what happened?âÂ
Reluctantly, you nodded. His tongue darted over his lips as he ran a hand through his waves, sighing.âThat guy at the store wasnât just being polite when he called you pretty,â he finally admitted, his tone steady but serious.
Your stomach dropped, disgust pooling in your gut. âW-was he... looking at me gross?â you whispered, the words feeling like poison on your tongue.
He simply nodded, his gaze firm and unwavering as he met your eyes.
 âIâm not mad at you. I never would be, especially when itâs not your fault.â His voice was resolute, making sure you understood the weight of his words. âI was mad at him, okay?â His hand gently cupped your cheek. You quickly nodded, leaning into his palm.Â
âYou know how much Yoon loves you, right?â he murmured, his thumb tenderly grazing your skin. âI might come off as a little mean sometimes, I know, but itâs never about you.â He reassured, his voice softening as he continued, âI love being with you, and I love making you feel special because you are.â
meanie!bf yoongi watches as you unlock the front door, before carrying in all the shopping bags, effortlessly setting them down on the coffee table. The warmth of your shared home envelops you, its decor reflecting a harmonious blend of both your personalities. Guitars of varying styles adorn the walls alongside cream-colored posters, while freshly cut pink tulips brighten the kitchen table. The soft floral hues of pastels in the kitchen add a light contrast to the otherwise neutral tones.
âGo upstairs and change into something comfortable. Iâll handle dinner,â he murmurs.
You shake your head, âNo. Youâve already done so much.â
â[____], go.â He fixes you with a blank stare, his expression teetering on unimpressed.
âNo.â You cross your arms, digging in your heels.
âIâm going to count to five. Donât act like a kid,â he glares you down, arching a brow at your defiance.
meanie!bf yoongi sets down his pinky, finishing his countdown. You stand your ground, your cheeks slightly puffed in defiance, a small pout on your lips, and a glare in your eyes. âNo, I really wanna to helpââ Before you can finish, he effortlessly scoops you over his shoulder, landing a firm smack on your ass.Â
Despite your squirming, he suppresses a small smile and deliberately keeps his tone stern.âGood job,â he grumbles, âNot only will dinner be late, but you've just earned the privilege of watching me eat every last tangerine. Iâll make sure to leave the peels for you though.â
âN-No Yoongi I bought them to shareââ You shook your head, your balled-up fists hitting his firm back as he made his way up the stairs.
"Keep hitting me like that, and Iâll make sure your ass hurts for a week," he says, words laced with a sharp, unmistakable threat.
meanie!bf yoongi drops you onto the bed, his expression devoid of amusement as you let out a soft squeal, your eyes wide in surprise. "I left the studio with an unfinished song, spoiled you, and wanted to take care of you, and what do I get? Attitude?" He scoffs, crawling over your frame, his hand squishing your cheeks together as he gives your head a small shake.
You whine softly, your voice muffled between your squished cheeks. "wasnât giving you attitude... I jusâ wanted to helpây-youâre being mean to meâŚ"
He notices the way your eyes begin to well up, and despite his unmoved expression, his heart softens. "Iâm just being mean, huh?" He smirks, running his thumb lightly over your puffed bottom lip, smudging your gloss. "But hereâs the thing," His gaze deepens, locking with yours. "Did kitty listen when Yoon told her to go upstairs and change?"
You shake your head slowly.
He hums, "And does she know what happens when she doesnât follow instructions?" Without another word, he sits beside you, effortlessly flipping you over his lap and flipping your dress, exposing the frilly white lace of your panties.
"âm sorry, Yoon..." You whimper, your bottom lip trembling, " âm so sorry..."
âOh, Iâm sure you are.â
meanie!bf yoongi slips your pretty panties down your legs with no difficulty, his palm smoothing over the pliant flesh of your ass. "Count, you make a sound we start over. I'll go easy this time, just 10, okay?"Â
You sniffle, fingers curled into the warm grey sheets. You brace yourself, biting down your bottom lip before the sharp impact stings your cheek. The smack sends a rush of heat blazing through your skin, and your eyes sting with tears as you swallow a quiet cry.Â
His hand gently soothes your skin, his fingers trailing between your thighs and grazing your juicy slit with a light touch. "One," his voice is eerily calm, a stark impact to the rough strikes his palm delivers to your plush ass. He almost feels a twinge of sympathy at the suppressed sounds ripping through you. Itâs the way your bruised ass bounces with every strike, the flesh deliciously recoiling. He really canât get enough.Â
meanie!bf yoongi notices the way your body trembles, your small hands twisting the sheets in a desperate grip, crumpling the crisp fabric as your tears stain the cloth. "Y-Yoon..." you sob, shaking your head. "e-enoughâno more pleaseâŚâ The way your voice breaks between soft hiccups satisfies him. He places a soothing palm over your hot, puffy skin, gently kneading soft circles.Â
"ShhâŚI knowâŚâ he grumbles, pressing a tender kiss to the small of your back, his touch soothing as the tremors gradually subside.âNo more, I promise.â
meanie!bf yoongi gently positions you on your knees, carefully lifting your pretty dress over your back and adjusting your posture. Your face is muffled into the pillow, the faint rustle of his clothes hangs heavy in the air. You feel the dip of his weight on the mattress, his hands shove your thighs apart, pressing your back down, and granting him a perfect veiw of your ass.Â
"I'm gonna make you feel so much better, promise..." He whispers, pressing a tender kiss over the abused flesh.
You nod eagerly, a slight shift of your hips betraying your anticipation. "Mhm..."
meanie!bf yoongi groans at the sight of your cunt, the delicate flesh drooling sweetly for him, the sight alone makes his cock ache. His thumbs slowly spread your flesh apart, taking in your soft keens, watching your tiny hole clenche around nothing. âFuckâŚâ He groans, puckering his lips around his fingers before gradually slowly them into your hole. The sight of your hips shifting to accommodate the sudden stretch makes his cock strain uncomfortably.Â
âSo pretty, so, so, prettyâŚâ he mutters, curling his fingers into your tight opening, mesmerized at the way your greedy hole convulses around his slick fingers.Â
âYoonâŚp-please need youâŚâ You softly mewl, eyes bleary with every slow drag and push of his fingers reaching further in, rubbing deliciously over your spongey core. Your lips part, mindlessly babbling his name with every nudge of his fingertips against that sweet spot. Itâs embarrassing how much youâre drooling, hardly conscious of the warm saliva coating your squished cheek and the pillow.Â
meanie!bf yoongi wraps his long fingers around his throbbing length through the dark fabric of his underwear. âfuck kittyâŚâ He slightly winces, âStreched so good around my fingers huh? Such a pretty pussy.â He murmurs. Your fuzzy brain can hardly process the words with how deep his fingers are stuffed inside of you.Â
âsâ tâmuch fingers s-so longâŚâ you babble, feeling a third finger squelch into your creamy hole. âShhh, itâs okay, you can take itâŚjusâ like how youâre gonna take Yoonieâs cock, hm?â His fingers twist deeper,âY-yoongiââ you whine, eyes rolled back as your toes curl, youâre so close, so close, so closeâ
meanie!bf yoongi pulls out with a lewd pop, softly humming at the sight of your raw cunt clenching around nothing. âN-nuh...n-no yoonâŚâ you sob, shaking your head in a fit.Â
âAwhh, Whatâs wrong?â He coos, his thumb faintly circling your trembling hole. âWanna get filled up again?â He chuckles, before flipping you over on your back. His lazy, cat-like gaze slowly takes in the way your mascara leaks down your cheeks, the way your cleavage spills out of your pretty dress, and the smears of cum between your legs. âSuch a mess,â He tsks, squishing your cheeks together pitifully.Â
âyâso mean yoonâŚs-so meanâŚâ You sob, lips stupidly puckered for him. âShhh mânot mean, no babyâŚâ He croons, his lips brushing over your swollen ones, never enough to satisfy you. Your fingers curl into his dark silky strands, pulling him closer for a proper kiss, âwanâ kiss you p-pleaseâŚâ Youâre pleading, and fuck youâre so pretty when you cry.
meanie!bf yoongi âyeah? wanna kiss me?â He lazily smirks, lips ghosting over your own, âu-huhâŚw-wanâ kiss you so badâŚâ you press your lips to his own, kissing him as though your lungs would collapse without his mouth tightly slotted against your own. He groans, parting your lips with his tongue before tasting your mouth, âopen,â he whispers, squeezing your chin, before spitting a warm glob of saliva onto your tongue . âswallow,â he roughly taps your cheek, watching the movement of your throat, as you obey. âgood baby, so good.âÂ
meanie!bf yoongi watches with you with a slow deliberate blink, the way your pretty face nuzzles into the dark fabric of his underwear, your nose lightly nudging his stiff cock as you whine for him, so desperate to have him buried deep inside of your pretty throat. You want him so bad, need him. âyoonâŚâ your soft doe eyes are looking up at him through thick lashes, your face nuzzled so sweetly against his him, and fuck heâs twitching when your pretty eyes swell with tears.Â
meanie!bf yoongi guides your head down his cock, gently patting your head and reminding you to breath when you gag, âjust like that, keep sucking.â He coos, slowly bucking his hips up, âtaking it good baby, so goodâŚâ He grunts, gently cupping your jaw, his dark eyes locked into your soft teary ones, watching as you admire the way you drooled over his cock. His head dips low, groaning when you wrap your pillowy lips around his flushed head, suckling at his tip. Your small hands pumping the base. âFuck, just like that [___],â he hisses, feeling your hot tounge lathe around his slit. Your teary eyes are focused on the movement of his Adamâs apple, the flush of his cheeks, and the quick rise and fall of his chest.Â
meanie!bf yoongi briskly taps your cheek, watching you pull away from his thick cock. He wants to cum inside of you, and needs to feel you squeezing him so good. âGet up princess,â He helps you up before impatiently discarding your dress, and laying you back against the sheets, making sure youâre extra comfy. His body dips low over your own, before worshipping you with soothing touches and slow kisses. His lips trail your collar bones, following the slope of your sternum, his hands cupping your breasts, squeezing the mounds between his palms, and taking in your blissed-out expression. Your breathy sighs, and the way your eyes look up at him with a slight daze. His teeth nip at your flesh, taking his time to suck deep marks. Heâs intoxicated by the scent of your lotionâvanilla with a hint of honeyâ
âso pretty, smell so good, could jusâ eat you upâŚâ He murmurs, his voice reverberating against your skin. His head dips between your legs, silky strands of dark hair brushing over your plump thighs. He takes in the slight tremor in your chest, the way youâre dripping in anticipation. âGonna make you see stars baby,â He whispers, pressing a kiss to your pelvis before dropping your legs over his shoulders.
meanie!bf yoongi takes in your high pitches whines, practically inhaling your cunt like a man starved. His tounge flicking over your puffy clit, before cushioning the abused nub between his swollen lips, moaning deeply. Heâs drunk on your breathless whimpers, your fingers tugging at the dark roots of his hair. âyoonâŚe-enough-m-m g-gonnaââ He doesnât relent, sharply slapping your thigh, when you beg him to stop. Youâre sobbing, pushing his head away when heâs making a mess of his mouth and chin, his tounge curling into your sensitive hole with no plans of stopping, not when you taste so divine.Â
meanie!bf yoongi wipes the back of his palm over his slick mouth and nose, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, âdid so good fâme,â he whispers, gently cupping the tear-strained curves of your cheeks, brushing away the smeared mascara. âcan you still take it?â He slowly whispers, lightly tapping his cock over your sensitive bud. An amused chuckle slips past his lips at your soft whine, âc-can take itâŚâ you nod. âyâsure, safe word?â he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. âcupcake.â you mumble, between his lips, his hands gently kneading at your sides. âGood girl.â
meanie!bf yoongi folds your legs against your chest, before pushing himself in to the hilt, muffling your whimpers between his lips before starting a slow pace, letting you adjust to him. âSo good kitty, so so goodâŚâ He drawls out, the soft slope of his nose pressed against your jaw, as his hips fuck in and out of your used cunt. âTaking yoon so good hm?â His hand finds its place over your stomach, before pressing a warm palm over the slight bulge.
âSâso deepâŚâ you sob out, your arms secured tighter around his neck. âN-nghâcâcantâŚâ his roughly chuckles, before pressing his thumb against your mouth, watching your puffy lips suck on it as if your life depended on it.Â
âThatâs it, such a good babyâŚâ he presses his chest against your own, lowering his slick thumb down to your clit. âGive it to me kâay?â You nod breathlessly, watching the space between your legs with hazey eyes, the sloppy sheen of white that coated his dick, every time he pulled out of you, his dark hair brushing against your cheeks with every sharp nudge of his tip into your overstimulated g-spot.Â
âY-yoonâŚâ you gasped out, nuzzling your face deeper into the crook of his neck your lips pressed against the salty slick skin. âP-please donât stop yoonâŚd-donât p-pleaseâŚsâso close..â you gasped, feeling his arms swing your trembling legs over his shoulders, his hands rushing to intwine into your own.Â
âLove you so much, so fucking much.â he gasped, snapping his hips into your own, you nodded, incapable of voicing anything but desperate gasps. He watched as your face contorted in ecstasy, your legs convulsing as you squeezed him so fucking tight, and gushing over his cock. His movements slowly stilled, his hips curving into your own nudging that spot that made your body burn up, his hand pressed firm against your stomach as you gasped, feeling his warm seed fill you up.
meanie!bf yoongi holds you close, his lips pressed against the crown of your hair, peppering soft kisses to your head. His arms tighten around you as you melt into his touch, nuzzling your face deeper into his chest. âLove you sâmuch yoonâŚâ You mumble, looking up at him with sweet wide eyes.Â
âLove you so much more kitty,â He whispers, a soft smile tugging at his lips. âI loved being with you today,âÂ
You softly hummed, before whispering. âAre you still gonna eat all the tangerines?âÂ
He softly chuckled, shaking his head, âNo baby, Iâm not that mean.â You softly nuzzled your nose against his own, before yawning softly.
 âAwh, mâ so hungryâŚâ You mumbled, âBut Iâm also super tired..â Yoongi is quick to get up on shaky legs before you can stop him, slipping on his discarded pants, and tying his hair back. âGonna get dinner ready, this time, shower and get dressed. Iâll come up in a little.â âNo wait I said I was gonna-â A small smile tugged at his lips before he slipped out the door.Â
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Predator (Jungkook x Reader) Part II - Prey

Pairing: Vampire Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 5.2k
Series: Predator Universe
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Vampire Jungkook, Obsession, Manipulation, Forced Relationships, Blood (So much of it), Fear (Copious amounts), Panic/Anxiety Attacks, Mind Games, Tormenting the MCs, Discussions about dead bodies, Jungkook and his unblinking stare, Self Injury (Non Mental Health Related), Forced Feeding, Isolation
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.
Preview: The worst part was that you never tried to run. Jungkook never tied you down to anything or bound your wrists or feet. He simply knew that you would never try. It would be idiotic for you to try and run, you knew he was a talented tracker - he would be able to find you within minutes of your escape. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide from him, he would always be able to find you.
A/N: I am alive! This was entirely inspired by an ask that was sent to me so the entire reason this exists is because of the wonderful anons who have asked be about what has happened since the end of Predator and who have asked to see what a more lucid Jungkook would look like. I haven't had this much fun writing in such a long time. I'm sorry it's so short, I hope you can forgive me đ
READ PART I - PREDATOR

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It was dark and quiet, the only sound being the steady, slow, drip of water hitting the dusty floorboards and the harsh chatter of your teeth as they clashed together.Â
You were freezing, your body trembling despite your best attempts to collect yourself. It was no use, no matter what you did you were never able to warm up anymore. You knew it wasnât all that cold outside, but that didnât really matter. Despite the chills that wracked your body there was a fine sheen of sweat that coated your skin.
You were unsure as to how much time had really passed since you had found yourself here. All of the days had begun to blend together like some horrible fever dream you simply couldnât wake up from. The only constant in your life has become him.Â
If you didnât know any better, you would think he was trying to kill you.Â
What was truly likely, was that this was a side effect of his treatment of you. It was very likely that he just didnât know how to take care of a human. And despite your incessant pleading, he had told you that he would not kill you. So really, it was his own ineptitude that had you knocking on deathâs door.
Your skin felt grimey, not entirely from lack of hygiene, but from the film of blood that coated your skin. It was all over you but it mostly dominated your cheeks, lips, throat, chest, and fingers. He was not violent when he claimed his feeds, but he was not necessarily gentle either. You hadnât looked in a mirror for quite some time, but you were certain no amount of vampire blood would be able to seal your wounds with how often they were readily reopened.
This wasnât a life, it was a slow and painful trek to the afterlife.
Your trembling increased as the front porch creaked, he was already back. Your head lolled backwards and hit the wall behind you in defeat. You couldnât do this again, you couldnât give him another part of yourself - this time you were certain that it would kill you.Â
Every time he fed from you, there was a horrible, delightful, exhilarating rush that followed. Whatever it was that he was doing to you, it was forcing you to enjoy the very thing that was killing you. It was perverse. It was disgusting. It was addicting.
It was hard to hate him in the throes of ecstasy, there was this horrible thrill that came the second before his fangs pierced his limb of choice as you knew you would be rewarded with bliss in the moments that followed. It was easier to hate him when he wasnât there, his lack of presence giving your mind the briefest of reprieves to remind yourself of the horrible situation you were truly in.Â
The distance, however, didnât seem to allow him the same clarity. If anything, it made him grow more needy, more irritated, and more clingy.
The door creaked open, and your time to yourself disappeared. Your body shook tenfold as his presence filled the room. He still looked the same as he did the first time you had come face to face with him. His clothes were worse for wear, even more blood stained and shredded than they had been before. There was a permanent coppery scent that surrounded him, the dried blood being the prime suspect.Â
You were certain that you didnât smell that much better. Although, to a vampire, you probably would smell all that more enticing.
His gaze was immediately drawn to you, your eyes locking with one another, bridging the fifteen foot gap between you. His eyes often fluctuated in vibrancy depending on how hungry he was. The days where they were near black were the most difficult for you, but today they were a bright crimson red. He had fed on someone, someone who luckily wasnât you.
âHello little mouse,â He greeted, his voice low and surprisingly soft, devoid of the almost manic tone you had been familiar with for the longest time.Â
He began to close the distance between the two of you, his gait smooth as he approached you. The way he moved was unnaturally perfect, the silent power of a predator imbued in every muscle of his body.
He wordlessly dropped a bag in your lap as he sank down to the ground beside you, his wide, red, unblinking eyes staring at you, waiting for you to make a move. No matter how much time you have spent with him, his stare was still unnerving.
It took you longer than it should have to open it, your fingers trembling beyond your control. But Jungkook was patient, he has all of the time in the world to wait.
The scent of food hit your nose, your mouth watering and your stomach growling eagerly in response. From the color of his eyes and what he had brought you, you assumed he had decided to have his fill of a hiker instead of you.Â
Jungkook didnât know how to take care of a human, that much was obvious. He had, however, been keenly aware of how much blood he was draining from your body on a daily basis. You had become so weak, anything but sitting felt like a herculean task nowadays. And the lack of consistent meals was weighing heavy on your body.
You didnât care that he was watching you eat, your mannerisms ravenous and most likely off putting. But you no longer complained when he took his fill of you, and for some reason he remained silent and returned that courtesy.Â
You had noticed a shift in his behavior when that other vampire had found the two of you not that long ago. He knew Jungkook, from the way they spoke it appeared he knew him very well. This other vampire, despite how he appeared more human than Jungkook, frightened you just as much. You could tell from the curl of his smile to his confident gait that he was just as bad, if not worse, as Jungkook.
You had nearly fainted on the spot when he suggested the two of them share you, you were already tapped out as it was, Jungkook had fed on you that morning. The two of them, together, would kill you for sure.
To your surprise, Jungkook had not responded enthusiastically. He responded like an animal defending its territory - baring his fangs and growling in just barely contained rage. And that reaction had set off the other vampire and before you knew it they were a blur of limbs.
They moved so fast your human eyes could barely keep up with them. You were only able to focus when one of them threw the other giving you just enough time to watch them separate before they came back together again. The sound their bodies made when they clashed together was like thunder from what you could only assume was the pure force and strength they possessed. And, much like animals, they ripped and tore into one another with their teeth and nails.
By the time the two of them had finally separated for good, it was because of how much they had injured one another. The both of them were covered in wounds oozing black blood, some of which was their own, and some belonging to the other.
The other vampire, whom you had briefly heard Jungkook address as Hoseok, was tired but still enraged.
âAre you fucking serious? All of this for what, a pathetic little human?!â He yelled, his nostrils flaring in anger. âItâs food, Jungkook! Iâm your brother!â
Your body flinched out of habit at the snarl that left Jungkook.
âWith the rate that youâre going youâll kill her anyways! Why does it even matter?!â
âSheâs my human,â Jungkook replied, his voice low with warning.
âThis isnât even supposed to be about her! Sheâs nothing! Namjoon sent me to come and find you but you know what, I think Iâll let you deal with the consequences of your actions. Itâs only a matter of time before he comes for you and when that happens, you're on your own!â
He disappeared quickly after that, it was like he was there one moment and then vanished the next. Once he was gone, Jungkookâs once sturdy stance softened, his shoulders bending forward from the strain of his own weight. He was hurt, badly.
He slowly turned to look at you, the red of his eyes and his dark mop of hair just visible over the curve of his shoulder. You knew that look, it usually didnât end well for you.Â
âNo, no, no, Jungkook, please!â You whimpered, scrambling backwards.
But it was no use, he never listened to you anyways. He always took what he wanted, even when you had nothing left to give.Â
He stumbled when he moved but he quickly regained his footing, his black blood stained hands grabbing you by the shins and pulling your retreating form towards him. You fought as hard as you could but you were already weak to begin with.
âStop it, please!â You begged, but he didnât listen. He wrapped his arms around you, his grip too tight and utterly uncomfortable.Â
âJungkook-â
âShut up,â He grunted before yanking your head roughly to the side and sinking his teeth back into the scarred skin of your neck. The shriek that left you was borderline inhuman, the building scar tissue made the intrusion all the more painful and Jungkook was not gentle.
And he had already taken so much blood the day before. It wasnât long before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you went limp in his iron hold.
That was the first time that Jungkook had given you vampire blood. You had almost died that day, you had gotten so close to finally being free of him and still he wouldnât let you go. Even death wasnât a great enough adversary for him.Â
When you had woken up after that attack, shocked that you managed to survive, you were met with those big, red, frightening eyes. The look on his face was the most serious you had ever seen it before, an odd clarity in his eyes that you were seeing for the first time.
He had been dreadfully quiet since then, speaking even less and shorter sentences than he normally did. You wouldnât say he felt bad for what he did, but he had become increasingly aware of the inherent fragility that came with being human. He never apologized, but he had fed from you a lot less after that.
You froze mid bite as you felt his icy fingers graze your flesh, the coolness biting your skin and seeping into your veins. His touch was feather light, just barely there, but you went still beneath it anyways. You were incredibly aware of the strength that was concealed in that touch. He appeared unbothered by your response, his thumb smoothing over the curve of your jaw as he leaned in unbearably close.
You flinched at the feeling of cold metal being draped around your throat, his fingers clasping the material at the nape of your neck. It was a necklace. Your chest felt tighter, the food in your stomach quickly souring.Â
He was doing it again.Â
You were well aware of Jungkookâs strange and disturbing habit of taking mementos from his victims. His ears, wrists, neck, and practically every inch of his body were adorned with items he had stolen. You noticed he had an affinity for jewelry, but his jacket and boots had been taken from someoneâs corpse as well. And, recently, he started bringing them back for you as well.Â
Your bloody fingers were littered with several rings, a bracelet on your right wrist, and your ears decorated in earrings - some of which he had pierced himself. And now, the necklace.
It left your stomach in knots when he did this, you couldnât help but think about the bodies abandoned in the woods that he had slaughtered every time the metal glinted back at you. Each piece felt like another shackle keeping you at his side.Â
The worst part was that you never tried to run. Jungkook never tied you down to anything or bound your wrists or feet. He simply knew that you would never try. It would be idiotic for you to try and run, you knew he was a talented tracker - he would be able to find you within minutes of your escape. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide from him, he would always be able to find you.
And so, you had become his plaything. His dinner and now his doll, a weak body that he could play with and decorate to his greatest desires whether that be with a corpse's jewelry, or a litany of scars.
âPretty,â He said, his voice deceptively soft as he grazed the skin of your neck, his fingers moving from the clasp of the necklace to trace over the scarred imprints of his fangs and teeth.
You were thankful that he wasnât hungry.
The odd, calm atmosphere between the two of you was quickly dissipating. Jungkook shifted away, agitation clear on his face as an annoyed growl parted his lips. You flinched back against the wall, scooting away to stay out of his path.Â
This wasnât unusual - he had been having rapid mood swings lately.
The few moments of peace the two of you would share were often interrupted by the sudden pained twist of his features - his eyebrows drawing together and his nose scrunching in a snarl. It almost looked like he was in physical pain despite there being no signs of any injury.
And then, the pacing would start. It was like watching a caged lion sweep the perimeter of their enclosure. Back and forth, slow and menacing steps. It was like he was looking for something, or trying to guard the two of you from someone else. You hadnât dared to ask what he was doing, to be entirely honest you tried your best to avoid initiating any interaction or conversation with him at all. The few times you did speak to him, it was usually to beg for him to leave you alone, pleas that often fell on deaf ears.Â
You didnât know what to do with this. When you first âmetâ him, he had been sadistic, like a zealous child with more power than they knew what to do with. He had wanted to play his sick and twisted games with you and the plan had always been to gorge himself on your blood and leave your mangled corpse deep in the forest to wither and return to the earth. That was what was familiar to you, that was what you were expecting.Â
You were never supposed to live, that had been an unfortunate circumstance, a split decision he made to prolong your torture and pain. You didnât know what you were supposed to do with this suddenly quiet, confused, and barely human creature in front of you. One that would rip open your flesh to feed just as soon as he would leave bruising kisses on your lips and throat, painting the flesh a rich red that was left to rust.
You were waiting for him to snap, waiting for it to all finally be over. But that would be luck, luck that you didnât have. He had promised you, so long ago, that you would never be alone again, that he would keep you. And you have suffered the consequences ever since.
When he said your name you felt your blood freeze over. He had never said your name before, you didnât even know that he knew it. He had always called you that horrific pet name, his little mouse.
You wrapped your arms around your legs, pulling them into your chest in an attempt to feel some sense of security as he continued to speak.Â
âWeâre leaving soon.â He said, the words simple but the expression on his face ever so complex. Reluctance, frustration, pain, anxiety. Â
You swallowed, but did not move. The silence was deafening. But, by the look on his face, you knew that he was waiting for your response. You would have to break the stalemate.Â
âAre youâŚtaking me home?â You dared to ask, your heart thundering in your chest as that predatory gleam returned to those red eyes.Â
âNo,â He growled, his jaw clenched as his fangs ground against his lower set of teeth, âYouâre not going back there, ever.â
Your heart shattered.Â
âIâm being called back to my home.â
His home? This was the first that you were hearing of it, you never stopped to ask yourself if he had a home. You couldnât picture it even if you tried, it was a puzzle piece that simply didnât fit. You had always assumed he was simply a nomadic creature that moved as he hunted. And, due to his supernatural nature, it seemed that he never needed the typical human necessities and comforts such as four walls and a roof.Â
You knew he had some sort of family at the very least. You had, after all, had the displeasure of meeting Hoseok who had referred to himself as his brother. And he had mentioned the name Namjoon, the phrasing suggesting a hierarchical structure. But even the notion that he had a family felt just as mismatched. And how ironic it was that he was returning home to a family he didnât even want, and he wouldnât let you go home to the family that you missed so much.Â
âAnd thatâs bad?â You hesitantly asked, flinching as he growled in frustration.Â
âItâs worse than bad!â He yelled, his hands sliding through his hair in stress, âIt was difficult enough fending Hoseok off, but all six of them? Youâre as good as dead.â
Hope.
âThenâŚdonât go?â You said, although it sounded more like a question. By the way he was acting, it was like returning was not a choice.Â
âIf only it were that easy,â He laughed, the sound bordering on being unhinged. âI canât ignore it, if Iâm called I have to answer. If I donât it becomes more and more persistent. It feels like a cord that grows tighter and tighter until it pulls and my body moves on its own and takes me back.â
That explained the pacing, the restlessness his body had been experiencing. He had been trying to redirect it by walking the perimeter of the decrepit cottage but it had been a temporary fix to the problem. You could only assume that he was getting to the point now where his body was ready to return against his will.Â
How horrible it was, to be someoneâs unwilling puppet. You knew that feeling all too well.Â
You didnât know what you were supposed to tell him. There were no choices to be made by the two of you. He would have to return, and he wouldnât leave you here on your own as he knew you would be given the greatest opportunity you have ever had to leave him. So, he would have to take you with him right into the lionâs den where you would undoubtedly be consumed.
He was mumbling to himself now, his pacing becoming more frantic and much faster, your human eyes struggling to keep track of him. You were sure that he was moving so fast he would wear down the old floorboards beneath him and the soles of his beat up boots.
You could only assume that meant the call was becoming even stronger. Before - it was asking, now it was commanding.
You had never seen him so frantic before, those wide blood red eyes unblinking and shifting back and forth faster and faster as his thoughts raced. It was borderline demonic, like something you would see during a paranormal movie or an exorcism. It was terrifying.Â
You began to scoot back as far away as you could until your spine was flush with the wall behind you. You felt better with some part of you concealed from the open, but that did little to calm your racing heart and the creature that raged in front of you.
What was he so afraid of, so panicked by? You couldnât imagine anything scaring him, not with how terrifying he was on his own. What could be so bad, so scary, that it frightened a monster? You weren't sure you wanted to find out, even if it meant you could finally feel the sweet embrace of death and escape him once and for all.Â
Jungkook finally came to a stop, his body still but his eyes continued to move erratically. And then they too settled, and a look of deadly calm settled over them. He had decided something, and you were certain that whatever his decision was it wouldnât be good for you.Â
âThey wouldnât,â You heard him mutter to himself, âNot if I put a fail safe if place.â
A fail safe?
Before you could even blink he had moved across the room, faster than your eyes could track. Your body had been ripped away from the wall and set in between his legs, your spine pressed against his chest, the both of you seated on the ground.
An uncontrollable wail shook your body, the sound emanating a feeling of pure hopelessness. You had been surprised it came out of you, but you knew why. You were terrified he was going to feed from you again.Â
His one arm was wrapped around your ribs, his legs tensed and forcing your own to squeeze together. He had immobilized you, there was nowhere else you could go and no way to escape him.Â
Your entire body shook and heaved with hysterical breaths as you writhed in his grip. âPlease, please donât do it again I canât take anymore of this!â
He hushed you, his free hand brushing over your hair in a surprisingly gentle manner. It was more like someone who was trying to calm a startled stray animal than anything else. His touch moved to your chin, lightly taking hold of the point where your neck and jaw bone met.
He didnât say anything, instead he forced you to look at him, turning your face so that he could look directly into your eyes. And then, to your shock and horror, he plunged his fangs into his own wrist and ripped the flesh wide open. A torrent of thick, viscous, black blood rolled down the pale flesh of his forearm. And before you could do or say anything he grabbed you by your hair and jerked your head back before pressing his open wound to your mouth.Â
You gagged at the smell and taste, tears blurring your vision as you tried to move your head away but he did not budge. His arm around your ribs finally moved but only to help him pry your jaw open and force the blood flow down your throat. He continued to hush you as he forced you to drink, gently rocking your body in stark contrast to the harsh and violent hold he had you in.Â
âJust relax,â He whispered against the shell of your ear, âThe more you struggle, the longer Iâll keep you here. We need to get as much of my blood as possible into your system.â
You were crying even harder now, the salt of your tears slipping between his wrist and your lips and mingling with his blood in your mouth. What had you ever done to deserve this? What horrible thing had you done in some past life to deserve this kind of punishment?
You just wanted to go home. You wanted your mom and dad, your grandparents, and the gentle comfort of your bed in your childhood room. You wanted that life back, and you were never going to have it again.Â
His harsh grip on your jaw loosened as you went limp in his arms, resigning yourself to your inescapable fate. His hand returned to those soothing strokes against your hair, a low hum in his chest vibrating against your back as he watched you feed from him with a curious gaze. You were such a weak little thing, you needed him more than you would ever understand.Â
You hiccupped pathetically when he finally removed his wrist from your mouth after what felt like hours. Your lips and chin were stained black from the blood he spilled when you had struggled. He stared at you again, curiosity evident in his gaze, as he leaned forward and licked the flesh of your lips, tasting his own blood.
You shivered as he made a soft hum, cocking his head to the side before doing it once more, stroking over the bitten and chapped skin with his tongue as he transitioned into kissing your battered lips in a grotesque act of intimacy. He laughed against your mouth as you weakly pushed against his chest, he was amused by your pathetic attempts to push him away. It only encouraged him to kiss you harder and deeper, sampling the taste of his own blood straight from your mouth.Â
Once he was satisfied he finally allowed you to breathe, a devious gleam in his eyes that you had not seen in a long time.Â
âThey wonât be able to kill you for a while now, not unless they want another vampire to worry about.â He said. He was gloating, reveling in the win his family had no idea he had already achieved.
Your blood ran cold, your body freezing at his revelation. The very thing you craved, your own death and by association freedom from him, would be the very thing that would trap you with him for the rest of eternity. If you were killed with his blood in your system, you would become one of them. He truly had taken everything from you, even the dignity of your own death. Your life was his and his alone.
He really was a monster.
His features suddenly twisted in pain, his head jerking to the side as he released a low and threatening growl. The call was becoming even stronger, the most intense it had ever been. There was no more delaying it. They had to go, and they had to right now.Â
He quickly lifted you into his arms as his body began to move on its own, forcing him to begin to move in the direction of his home. There was nothing more that you could do, all you could do was remain limp in his arms. It was over, there was point in fighting anymore.
He had finally broken you.Â
When he stepped outside you were shocked by the fresh air and the cold weather. Then again, you always feel cold now. The clouds were thick today, the sun hidden behind their cover. It had been so long since you were outside, and even longer since you had been in the sun - that wouldnât change in the near future. But what truly shocked you, was that the world went on without you. The seasons continued to change, the flora continued to flourish and then decay. The cycles continued while you were stored away. How cruel the world was to keep going on as you withered away.Â
You leaned your head against his shoulder, shielding your face from the harsh wind as he began to move faster, running at his impossibly fast pace that no human could ever wish to match. How had so much changed? When did you go from human being to a play thing for a monster like him. You had a life, but now it had become inconsequential, toyed with and thrown away like it never even mattered.
What were you supposed to do now? At the end of the day, it didnât really matter. He had won, he had played his sadistic stupid games with you, and he had won. He had broken you. You tucked your chin into your chest and like the pathetic creature that you were you whimpered.
You cared about what was going to happen next. If Jungkook had been wrong, then the two of you walking into the proverbial lion's den would end with you turning into one of them, a fate worse than any other that you could imagine. To be tied to him for all of eternity would be your personal hell on earth.Â
What would they do to you when you got there? Would your death before your next life be slow and torturous, or quick and merciful? Would it be planned and intentional, or accidental?Â
Jungkook began to slow, his fast pace relaxing into a natural walk. The tension that previously rested in his body had begun to dissipate. You could only speculate this was the relief of obeying the command to return home. His control over his own body was slowly but surely coming back to him the closer the two of you came to his home.
He stopped for a moment, placing you down on your own two feet before he took hold of your wrist and forced you to follow after him. Your knees wobbled beneath your weight, unaccustomed to you standing after being curled up in a ball in that abandoned shack for the longest time. You looked more like a baby fawn learning to walk than you did that meek little mouse Jungkook always thought you were. He, however, paid little attention to you at that moment. He was tense, his body in a state of alert as subtly surveyed the area as you continued on.Â
He could sense something that your dull human senses werenât entirely picking up on. However, the hair on the back of your neck prickled and your gut twisted as you felt phantom eyes digging into your body.Â
Someone, somewhere, was watching you.Â
A building began to break through the cluster of trees. A modern, contemporary house in the middle of the forest was coming into view. This was the last place you thought of when Jungkook had mentioned his home. In all honesty, you would have been less surprised by a crypt and a row of coffins.
In front of the house, stood a man. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his eyes that familiar shade of deep burgundy, the same shade the monsterâs eyes were when he was hungry. This sent chills throughout your body, your entire being sensing the danger in the vampire that stood across from you.Â
Those burgundy eyes swept towards you, a look of shock and confusion discoloring their once calm gaze that you speculated was rarely rattled. His features twisted as he took in the state of you, the dried human and vampire blood that coated your body in thick layers, the dirt that was caked into your clothing, your hair that needed to be washed, and the smattering of scars that decorated your body and glistened in the cloudy daylight.Â
You were barely human anymore, you were a walking corpse.
âYou called me home, Namjoon.â Jungkook simply said, his body moving to shield you from the other vampire's gaze.
âJungkook,â Namjoon said, utter disbelief tinging his words, âWhat are you doing to her?âÂ
In every possible scenario you had conjured in your mind, this had not been one of them.
Sympathy.
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Hot Eve (m)
synopsis. getting fucked raw by your ex boyfriend stuck in an elevator on Christmas Eve.
warnings. 18+, Íxplïçït sêx, ßnprôtÍçtÍd sêx, nønçøn sêx, stälkÍr Íx bÜÿfrïÍnd jk, yn ïs kïndä mørälïtÿ cørrÚpt yn, ÍlÍvütør sêx, yândÍrÍ thÍmÍs, därk smßt.
note. LAST WORK FOR 2024!!!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO MY CHRISTIAN FOLLOWERS! đâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸âđĽ. this year was hard as fuck. Iâm not okay but letâs hope Iâll be so much happier starting from next year. enjoy this!!!! share feedback! gif credits to owner, found it on Pinterest.
December, 25th. Itâs Christmas.
Itâs the favorite time of the year for you, you love it, the cold, the sweetness of the blessings of Christmas. The streets are lit up. Merry atmosphere everywhere.
But all you feel is dread.
heâs near..
Your legs are on fire, your breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as you sprint down the hallway.
The sound of his boots echoes behind you, heavy and deliberate. He's not running. He doesn't need to.
The elevator is so close-just a few more steps.
You slam your hand against the button, frantic, fingers trembling. The soft ding of the arriving elevator is barely audible over the roar of blood in your ears.
Don't look back. Don't look back.
But you do.
Jungkook is there, closing the distance with that infuriating, unhurried stride, his lips curled into a smirk like he's already won.
His black shirt clings to his muscular chest, and his eyes gleam with something feral, like a predator toying with its prey.
The elevator doors glide open, and you dart inside, stabbing the close door button over and over again. You're muttering under your breath, desperate, âClose, close, please just fucking close-ââ
The doors start to slide shut, and relief washes over you. But then you see it-his hand. Thick, veined, and steady as it wedges between the closing doors.
The elevator jerks back open, and your stomach twists into a sick knot of dread.
Jungkook steps inside, slow and casual, like he's got all the time in the world.
There's something deliciously pathetic about the way you shrink back against the wall, like you honestly thought you could get away from him.
It's adorable. Pathetic, but adorable.
He lets the silence hang in the air for a moment, drinking in the sight of you.
Your chest is heaving, your cheeks flushed, and those pretty, wide eyes are staring up at him like you're terrified.
Good.
He steps forward, his boots heavy against the floor, until there's no space left between you and the cold metal wall.
âReally?â
You are so fucking dumb, but so cute.
He drawls, tilting his head as his lips curl into a lazy, mocking smirk. âThe elevator? That's the best you could do?â
His voice drops, low and biting. âWhat were you gonna do, huh Ride it to safety? Maybe hide in your little fucking apartment and pretend I don't exist?"
He chuckles darkly, his tongue sliding over his teeth. âCute. Stupid as fuck, but cute.â
Your throat is dry, and your legs feel like they're about to give out. He's so close now, the sharp scent of his cologne invading every breath you take, mixing with the heat radiating off his body.
âJungkook, I'm serious. You need to leave,â you manage to say, though your voice comes out small and shaky, utterly unconvincing.
He laughs at you. A sharp, humorless sound that makes your stomach churn.
âSerious?" he repeats, arching a brow as if the word itself is a joke. âYou're fucking hilarious, you know that? Acting all big and bad when you're shaking like a goddamn leaf.â
His hand slams against the wall beside your head, and you flinch hard. He leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he murmurs, âTell me to leave again. Go ahead.â
You will never⌠because you canât.
âLet's see what happens.â
You're trembling, looking at him with those big, frightened eyes, and it's making his cock ache.
He hates how much he loves thisâ loves the way you run, the way you fight, like it's anything more than a game to him.
He tilts his head, dragging his gaze over you slowly, deliberately, like he's savoring every inch. You're perfect.
So fucking perfect when you're like this.
âLook at you,â he says, his voice low and sharp.
âStanding there all scared and pretty, like you don't know exactly how this ends.â
âYou like this shit, don't you?â His hand trails down your side, possessive and unapologetic, and he smirks when you squirm. âRunning away. Making me fucking chase you. You get off on it.â
Yes you do.
You try to push him away, your hands pressing weakly against his chest, but it's useless. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head in one fluid motion, grinning when you gasp.
âStop fucking pretending,â he growls, his eyes darkening as they lock with yours. âWe both know you like it when I get like this. You fucking love it.â
You shake your head, trying to deny it, but the words stick in your throat. You hate how strong he is, how easily he can overpower you.
But what you hate more-what terrifies you- is that some part of you does like it.
God, heâs so hot..
âLet me go,â you whisper, though it sounds more like a plea than a command.
His grip on your wrists tightens, and he leans in closer, his breath hot against your lips. "
âLet you go?â he repeats, his voice mocking. âThat's cute, baby. Real fucking cute.â
His free hand slides down to your waist, gripping hard enough to make you wince.
âLet's get one thing straight,â he murmurs, his tone dropping to something dark and dangerous. âYou're mine. Every fucking inch of you. And I'm not letting you go anywhere.â
He's hard as a rock, the sight of you pinned against the wall, helpless and trembling, driving him wild.
His gaze drops to your lips, parted and soft, and it takes everything in him not to devour you right then and there.
âYou can run all you want,â Jungkook says, his voice thick with lust and something darker.
âBut you'll never fucking get away from me. Never.â
His fingers dig into your waist, his body pressing against yours, caging you completely. He wants to mark you, to ruin you, to make sure you never even think about leaving him again.
Your entire body feels trapped in a vice, his presence suffocating, overwhelming. You hate how he's looking at you-hungry, like he wants
to devour you whole, like he owns you. And maybe he does.
The words stick in your throat, caught somewhere between fear and something darker, something shamefulâŚ
Your cunt feels so damp.
You twist your wrists against his grip, but doesn't even flinch.
it's effortless.
âJungkook,â you breathe, your voice shaky and thin. âThis isn't-â
âThis isn't what?â he snaps, cutting you off. His voice is low, rough, teetering between anger and lust. âWhat you wanted? What you've been fucking asking for this whole time?â
His fingers dig into your waist, and you feel the heat of his body press harder against yours. You can't look at him, can't handle the intensity of his eyes burning into you.
âLook at me,â he demands, his voice sharp enough to make you flinch.
You shake your head, keeping your gaze fixed on the wall behind him.
âI said look at me.â
He releases one of your wrists only to grip your chin, forcing your face up until you're staring into those dark, furious eyes.
His pupils are blown wide, and the muscle in his jaw ticks with restraint.
âSee this?â he growls, his tone dripping with venom as his free hand grabs your thigh, hitching it against his hip,
âThis is what happens when you try to run from me. When you act like you don't fucking belong to me.â
You're trembling under his touch, and it sends a sick, addictive thrill straight through him. He can feel the way your body betrays you, the way your breaths come quicker, the way your thighs press together even though you're still pretending to fight.
âFucking liar,â he mutters, his lips curling into a sneer. "You say you want me to leave, but you don't mean it. You never fucking mean it.â
Jungkook knows you..
He drags his hand along your thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave marks, his body pressing closer, caging you completely.
You're his, every inch of you, and it pisses him off that you even thought you could get away.
âYou think I'm stupid?â he spits, leaning in until his mouth hovers over yours. âYou think I don't see the way you look at me yn?â
He mocks, licking his lips, his tongue teasing you.
âFuck baby⌠youâre making my cock ache.â He groans, biting his lower lip, his hand leaves your thigh to settle on his own zipper.
Your eyes wide because you know what heâs about to do and you want to stop him, but no words come out of your mouth because your brain has stopped working.
All you can think, feel.. and smell is him.
âFuck yn⌠Iâve been warning you for the longest time.. you have no idea how horny I am right nowâŚâ the way his eyes are clouded with lust tells you everything you need to know.
He looks like a feral animal.
He unzips his pants, letting it fall down and then he presses a button on the elevator, making it come to a halt. You shudder in fear.
âJ-Jungkook..â you manage to slip out his name from your mouth, but before you can say anything else, he crashes his mouth to yours.
His tongue forces itself into your mouth as he uses his other hand to usher his boxers off. You whine in his mouth, trying to stop him butâ
God, his tongue feels so hot.
Your pussy clenches as you both kiss. Heâs not just kissing but heâs devouring you, his free hand cages you in, making sure you canât escape.
His hard free dick is pressing against your stomach, his other hand hurriedly goes to your skirt, unzipping it he catches the hem of your underwear, he yanks it down, as his tongue completely dominates your mouth.
You moan helplessly.
But he doesnât let you break the kiss,, youâre already soaking wet.
His teeth nip at your bottom lip as his tongues go to assault your mouth. Then without a warning he shoves his cock inside your wet right cunt.
A guttural moan escapes his throat as he growls into your mouth like a wounded animal.
Heâs finally getting to fuck you after so long.
And your knees go weak, like jelly. Itâs too late now.
He starts to pound into you hard and fast, your back slamming continuously against the elevator wall, he pulls you up by your hips and wraps your legs around his waist.
After finally breaking the kiss, his thrusts only her more brutal, you scream in ecstasy and pain, burying your face in his neck as you grip on his shoulders tighten.
âFu-Fuck yn youâre going to make me fucking cum.â
Again, his hungry mouth finds yours, devouring with desperate kisses as he moves his hips, fast.
âO-Oh J-JungkookâŚâ
â˘â˘â˘
Hours go by. Youâre fucked out- heâs sweating, youâre actually paralyzed but heâs not stopping, uoure still stuck in the elevator, thank fully the fan of the machine is keeping you alive but the elevator reeks of sex.
What have you done? Getting fucked by your psychotic ex on Christmas Eve.
And heâs about to cum inside your cunt raw.
And you are going to do nothing about it. Like always.
âMerry fucking Christmas my love.â
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