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awrkive · 12 hours ago

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tlp xmas special — jjk (m.)

hello awrkive nation!!! its late but merry christmas to those who celebrate!! sorry for being ia but heres a christmas gift from me to you 🫣 first of all i genuinely forgot abt the car s*x drabble that won that poll i made a few weeks ago which i promised you guys ISHDJDJ but here it is!! this drabble combines all of these three recurring requests for the tlp couple and this might also be the last drabble im doing for them (for now??) so do enjoy!!

pairing: tlp!jungkook x tlp!oc (main story)

summary: in which jungkook looks way too good carrying your sister's three-year old at her christmas eve party and you can't help but let your mind wander

w/c: 6k (ctfu)

warning/s: explicit sexual content (p in v s*x, car s*x, unprotected s*x, cre*mpie), oc having baby fever lol. genuinely not proofread sorry for any errors!

You find babies mesmerizing. They’re charming, they can be a handful, they’re irresistibly cute; so tiny, yet so loud. But to the core, they somehow manage to be a pure embodiment of joy.

Before Nayeon got pregnant, she shared something about having a “baby fever”. Of course you knew what it meant – but you never really felt it yourself. She said it was something about Minhyuk being such a good husband that she couldn’t wait for him to be a father. Well, you related to that specific part, at least; about your own husband being such a good husband. However, for the past year you’ve become a married couple, you never really thought about having babies. Or him being a father. Or you being a mother.

It’s not like you don’t want to become a mother, like ever, or have a family with him. It’s just you thought you’re still way too young to be having babies. So you kind of just… gloss or skip over that idea – and for the record, Jungkook’s never brought it up, either.

It’s not until your sister got pregnant for the second time, though, that you got yourself thinking. Seokjin and her had babies almost four years into their marriage, but it’s not very long until they decided to try again after Nari and now your sister is carrying her baby boy for seven months.

It brings you here, gathered at their house for Christmas Eve. Your families haven’t arrived yet, but you and Jungkook decided to go earlier than the agreed time to help out with the – admittedly, big preparation. And currently, Jungkook’s got Nari – Seokjin and your sister’s 3-year-old – in his arms, asking for raspberries because Jungkook’s her favorite uncle. (Why wouldn’t he be? He spoils her a lot and carries her around when you come over.) He insisted on looking after her so Seokjin can help your sister out in the kitchen while you’re over at the counter island making some charcuterie.

Seokjin’s helping your sister take out the pies they’ve both prepared, with him guarding her and being extra with it because “my wife is pregnant and I’m growing white hairs because she wouldn’t just let me do everything”. Your sister is just so done chastising him for his overbearing antics, but you guess it’s cute, at the core of it all. You’ve always looked up to their relationship all these years. In fact, you kind of see Seokjin in Jungkook sometimes. Seokjin loves your sister the way Jungkook loves you.

And then, the thought passes over your head like some form of looming possibility, unsettling yet intriguing. It lingers for a moment, uninvited but persistent, as if life is quietly hinting at something you’ve never truly considered before. The idea of a baby, of parenthood, feels distant but somehow more tangible now—like a door you never saw, now standing slightly ajar, waiting for you to decide whether to step through.

Would Jungkook be just as (lovingly) overbearing if you were pregnant? You imagine he’d be even more annoying about it. It’s rare for you to get sick, but when you do, Jungkook practically flips the house upside down just to make sure you don’t have to lift a finger. Takes care of you so seriously, as if the illness would never go away on its own in a few days. So what would it be like if you were carrying his child? Would he act like Seokjin does now, always hovering with a hand on your back, supporting your every move, scolding you if you try to do anything that requires even a little bit of effort?

The thought makes your lips curl. Because he probably would. You know he will.

And as you look at him from across the room, carrying Nari around effortlessly against his body with one arm, with his red long-sleeve polo shirt pushed up to his forearms, white slacks, and freshly cut hair slicked to perfection for tonight’s occasion, he looks… delectable.

Like a DILF.

Except he isn’t a dad.

But god, would you really, really like to fuck him.

(And would he look way hotter if he – say – gave you a child?)

“Is it done?” Your sister interrupts your thoughts – thankfully, might you add. Because it’s going in a direction that’s way too inappropriate for a family occasion like this, and you need to be family friendly tonight for this Christmas party.

When you turn around to see if she was talking to you, you find her looking at her husband instead, and with her stance and the tone of her voice, you know it doesn’t sound good.

“Yeah. I think I just need to add a little more—”

“Jin,” she says, sounding a little distressed. “Hurry. And make sure it’s perfect, okay? Everyone’s arriving in fifteen, and this is the first time I’m hosting Christmas and I really, really don’t want to disappoint your family and Jungkook’s parents and mom and—”

“Hey,” You see Seokjin put a hand on the lower part of your sister’s back, effectively cutting her off. Gently, he tells her, “Everything’s perfect, alright?”

Soft tunes of Christmas songs are playing all over the huge open space of their house, and you know you’re not supposed to listen in to the conversation given that they’re spoken in an almost hushed manner as some sort of discretion, but you can’t help but notice when she turns to Seokjin to give him a downturned smile.

“I just really want to give this my all…”

He smiles down at her reassuringly. “You have, honey. Let’s not stress, okay? Not good for baby, remember?” Then, he begins to rub her protruding belly, and you see her visibly relaxing to his touch.

You turn around quickly to not get caught watching, only to be welcomed with Jungkook making a beeline towards you, with Nari still in his arms.

“Hi, baby,” Your sister automatically greets Nari, cooing at her, mood immediately picking up. The bright-eyed little girl lights up at the sight of her mommy, making grabby hands instantly. Laughing, Jungkook hands her to Seokjin, who receives his daughter and kisses her chubby cheeks with a smack.

“What were you up to with uncle JK, little missy?” Seokjin says, swaying her side to side.

Jungkook leans his elbow on the island while looking at the pair, smiling widely.

“Uncle JK said he’s giving me three presents! Three! I wanna open them!” She holds up three fingers, and you giggle at her cuteness.

Your sister softly laughs in response. “Your uncle likes to spoil you, sweetie. But we’ll open them later, okay?”

“Why not now?” She whines, and you smile at how seriously she takes it. “I want three presents!”

“Don’t worry,” Seokjin laughs, “You’ll have lots of surprises when the grandmas and grandpas get here. But we need to change into your dress first.”

Nari giggles. “You? You’re gonna wear a dress too?”

Seokjin raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, why not?”

She shakes her head, still giggling, her pigtails swaying as she does so. God, she looks like a combination of Seokjin and your sister that it’s so uncanny sometimes.

“You’re so silly, daddy.”

Seokjin feigns shock. “Silly? Just wait, Uncle JK and I are going to be Ariel and Belle for New Year’s! Right, Jungkook?” He looks over at Jungkook, who widens his eyes comically.

You laugh, and Jungkook adds, “Well, I wanted to be Cinderella, but sure, I’ll be Belle.”

Nari gasps dramatically, putting her hand over her mouth. “But she’s my favorite, Uncle JK! You can’t be her!”

She’s such a cute kid – and you know everybody in the room agrees. No doubt her mom and dad think so, but when you look over at Jungkook, he’s cheesing really hard – with his nose scrunched into that expression of cute aggression.

“These two boys are silly.” Your sister interrupts with a playful roll of her eyes. She looks at her husband Nari, “Honey, take Nari upstairs and dress her up, please.”

“I can wear my new dress now?!” Nari shrieks, excitement showing with the way she wiggles in her father’s hold.

“Absolutely, baby, and the sparkly white shoes, too,” Seokjin nods. You all coo when Nari lets out an adorable, delighted “yay!” at the words, already leaning towards the direction of the stairs and telling her father to hurry. With a chuckle, Seojin turns to you. “Alright. And Jungkook, please help her with the food.” Seokjin’s gaze falls to your sister, a reminder before he goes completely.

“She’s so cute, I can’t.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Right… my sister was definitely not that cute when we were younger.” you tease, earning an arched brow to your way from your sister.

“I was the cuter one between us, it’s an established fact,” she rolls her eyes. “When you two get a kid, it better look like Jungkook.”

Maybe the remark sounded like such a throw-away comment that Jungkook just laughs it off as if it isn’t the first time somebody hinted at you two starting a family. Or maybe he just thinks it isn’t a big deal. Or maybe… maybe he likes the idea?

You’re about to say something when your sister turns to you.

“You,” she takes you by the shoulders and you look back at her. “You might want to retouch your make-up. Party’s starting soon. And this charcuterie looks—” she looks to the side as if to check if Nari is still around, and when she deems she isn’t at all, she continues to say, “fucking perfect. I love you.”

“Duh.” you reply, cockily showing off the board to her and to Jungkook who intriguingly looks at your work.

“I knew you should have been a chef.” Jungkook comments proudly, grinning at you.

“Alright, man,” your sister says in a flat tone, making Jungkook and you laugh. “Jungkook, can help me transfer these to the dining table, please?” She points to the trays of food and Jungkook rounds the counter so he can do just as she requested.

Before you can head to the powder room, Jungkook brushes past your waist – just one of the candid things he does to have some sort of physical contact with you when you’re not necessarily talking together or close to each other.

It puts a smile on your face as you enter the powder room.

Inside, you make quick work of putting another layer of lipstick and pressing powder on your face, checking your hair before you stand upright and look at your reflection in the mirror.

You step backwards enough to see half of your body, and from there, you can see how beautiful you look in the outfit you’ve chosen for tonight. It’s a satin red dress with a halter neckline, the gathered drape cascading gracefully around your neck, exposing your shoulders. The silhouette fits at the waist and flows into a straight skirt that stops inches below your knees, and Jungkook may have had a hard time letting you go in your bedroom before you drove to your sister’s place – but you promised him a good time when you get back home so in the end, he had to tuck in a semi on the way from here.

Poor Jungkook.

Though… you’re beginning to think poor you, instead.

Because you’re thinking about it again. Him in his outfit tonight; the silk polo so he can match yours, and the way he looked so good with a baby girl in his strong arms.

You can already picture how good he'd look with his own child. He’d be the type of dad who looks effortlessly hot with a baby carrier, showers his kids with gifts because he can’t help himself, and simply excels at being a wonderful father because he’s Jeon Jungkook and he excels in everything he sets his mind to.

Now your brain’s going on a haywire.

Because now it’s just Jungkook. Hot Jungkook. Jungkook with a baby. Jungkook looking smoking hot carrying his own baby – your baby.

And wouldn’t it be nice? To carry a being formed by your mutual love? To have someone as adorable and smart and sassy as Nari? God. You hope she’d look like you, but have Jungkook’s eyes because they are your favorite part of him, and then his nose, maybe? And… and maybe have the mole under his lip too, if that was possible. Jungkook had a lot of hair when he came out of his mom’s womb, would your daughter have a lot of hair as well when you give birth to her?

And why are you already thinking of the gender of your non-existent child?

You think you’ve gone nuts, but the indulgent little devil on your shoulder is insisting that Jungkook would look so good with a baby girl because you know he’d be such a girl dad. There’s just absolutely no doubt about it, given how he treats Nari.

You stare at yourself in the mirror again, and absentmindedly, you turn to the side, noting the very clear absence of a bump on your stomach unlike your sister’s.

Would you carry a baby as gracefully as her? You know her struggles… but… maybe you won’t mind it with a husband like Jungkook… right? Just like she doesn’t mind with a husband like Seokjin. Because Jungkook takes really good care of you. He’d probably panic more than you about certain things. Be extra careful for the both of you. Fetch you your cravings. Love you more than he does now.

You remember Seokjin rubbing a gentle hand over your sister’s bump, and it brings your own to caress the flat of your stomach over the smooth fabric of your dress.

Obviously no baby there. But… just imagine. You with a baby bump.

Hah.

Weird, because it’s the first time the idea’s planted in your head and you kind of like it more than you thought.

You nibble on your bottom lip as you continue to caress your tummy, not noticing the knock that came from outside.

“Oh my—”

“Baby?”

“Jungkook.” Your hands retreat back to your sides. When you look at Jungkook, standing on the doorway, you let one hand clutch at your chest as you tell him, “You scared me.”

The door clicks as he locks it behind him. Your husband arches his brow as he goes over to you. “What are you so jumpy for?”

You ignore the question, looking back to the mirror again to fix your dress. But as you do so, you see his reflection – and you catch how he intently stares at you through the glass as well, walking behind you closer and pressing himself against you. His proximity suddenly makes you nervous.

“You should’ve knocked.”

“I did. You didn’t answer.”

“I didn’t hear.” When you turn around, Jungkook takes a curled strand of hair over your face and tucks it behind your ear.

“You look beautiful. So gorgeous.” He says before he wraps his arms around your waist and presses a kiss to your lips, one that you welcome fully even though you just reapplied your lipstick. When you break away, you see some remnants on his lips… and realize you picked the wrong lipstick for tonight. You should’ve brought the kiss-proof lippy instead.

You wipe it off and Jungkook smiles before he ducks down, not caring, and kisses your cheek for good measure before he speaks again, “What were you doing in here?” He wiggles his eyebrows, as if he knows you were up to something before he barged in.

You avoid his gaze and turn back around.

“Nothing,” You say, trying to busy yourself with your hair again. But Jungkook can be really annoying when he wants to be, so of course he pushes, quite literally and figuratively.

“What was it? I saw you…” He teases, pushing his nose in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, tightening his hold around you.

“What did you– Jungkook!” You half-snort and scoff when Jungkook bites your neck playfully. You turn around to push him, but he’s insistent on keeping the nonexistent space between you and cages you in his big presence instead, trapping you in between the edge of the sink and the heat of his body.

“This damn dress…” Jungkook whispers as he splays his hand over your stomach, which makes your breath hitch.

Did he really see? See you pretending to have a baby bump at the thought of him impregnating you?

But Jungkook doesn’t really say anything further, just lets an idle finger run over the curve of your hips up to your waist, until it stops at the exposed skin of your shoulder.

“Can’t wait to fuck you in this.” He whispers in your ear, eyes meeting your gaze in the mirror, not subtle in the way he checks out your body after.

You huff out a scoff, giving a little more force into the push that you give him this time. His more relaxed hold on you makes him stumble a little bit backwards, chuckling when you roll your eyes at him once again.

“You’re not even gonna take it off me?” You ask as your turn on the tap, arching your brow at Jungkook’s reflection in the mirror.

A sly smirk makes an appearance on his lips. “I don’t need to take anything off to make you cum, baby.”

You turn around, leaning on the sink. “So you’re saying you’re not interested at all about my very elaborate choice of underwear tonight, then?”

That catches him off guard, his brows furrowed in confusion and then realization.

“You minx.”

You chuckle, swatting his hand away when he tries to touch you. When he whines, you take a step forward and wrap your arms around his neck, and Jungkook’s predictably eager to encircle your waist in his arms back again.

“Later. We have to keep it PG for at least three hours tonight. And you can—” you push at his chest for leverage so you can lean down a little to ride your dress up your thighs. Looking at Jungkook, you watch as he stares at you closely, intently, but oblivious to what you’re doing. He clearly enjoys it, though, judging from the hint of a smile on his lips and the shine in his eyes when more of your skin gets revealed.

Especially when he catches a glimpse of your white lace underwear that he bought for you himself.

He whistles, and you roll your eyes at the predictable reaction. Taking one of his hands off you, you guide it in between your thighs, earning an involuntary moan from you because Jungkook’s palm automatically cups your heat when he gets close.

“Ah…”

“Fuck…” Jungkook looks down where his hand meets your core. “Goddamn,” He says, then you feel him push your panties to the side, dipping the tip of his finger in your pussy. “Why the fuck are you so wet, baby?”

“Y-yeah…” You whine against his chest, gripping his wrist when he attempts to move again. “Kook, don’t.”

Jungkook halts. He looks at you. Then, he nods. “Alright. Alright. Stop this here?”

“Hm.”

He looks down at you with an arched brow. “You started it, though.”

“You were being flirty.” You say as Jungkook brings your underwear back in place, but not without squeezing your ass first. You nibble on your bottom lip as he rides down the dress, letting it dangle on your knees back again, smoothing the front for you to get rid of the wrinkles.

“Not my fault you’re hot,” he snorts. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“I’m kinda hard…” He says, and you both look down to the bump on his white slacks. Certainly not his full potential (like… you’d know), but it’s still apparent in the light color of his trouser.

“Poor baby,” you say, can’t help but pat it a little condescendingly which earns a chuckle from Jungkook, him playfully swatting your hand away.

“You’re so…”

“I’m so what.”

Jungkook’s face is a mixture of frustration and amusement. “You always do this shit.”

You giggle, knowing exactly what he means. But you act like you have no clue. “What?”

“Get me horny then leave.” He shakes his head, then pokes your waist.

Chuckling, you kiss him on the cheek quickly, making a beeline to the door quickly lest he tries to kiss you again (and you’ll have no choice but to make out in your sister’s powder room, during her big Christmas party, mind you) and then give him a wink before you go.

The ride on the way home felt like it took sixty five years, and it might just be true especially when you’re horny as hell and you got a husband behind the steering wheel looking effortlessly hot in his element.

You’ve been hot and bothered for hours, and maybe it’s the champagne – probably has gotten in your brain or whatever – but Jungkook was not even done parking when you made a move to palm him over the console.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed, clearly not expecting it at all. He had that wide-eyed look when he frantically turned off the engine, staring at you while your hand grew heavy on his crotch. “Here?” You bit on your bottom lip as you nodded your head. He looked beyond conflicted. “But baby, we’re just ten floors away from our u–”

“Please?”

And what was he supposed to say? No?

Absolutely not. Not when your glassy eyes looked so pleading the way they did.

He just makes your insides churn, especially when you look at him. And for the past few hours, you couldn’t stop thinking about his dick inside you and most especially his cum. (Translation: You can’t stop thinking about him fucking a baby into you).

But… the thing was, you’ve only ever fucked in a car once.

Jungkook’s way too pesky about stuff like that, and somehow, even though he’s already been made aware of your exhibitionist tendencies (cue unprompted sex in public areas like that one time in the beach, window sex at a Ritz hotel back in London and… admittedly many more…) car sex was just… a least favorite. The first and only time you did it was when you were still fresh into dating; at a drive-thru cinema, but it was kind of a whack in both your opinions because it was too cramped up and you bumped your head and you almost got caught which is way too embarrassing of a memory to ever revisit.

But now maybe that really doesn't matter anymore.

Not when your husband looks like that.

And bottomline is: you just really, really want him to cum in you.

Oh god. What is wrong with your head tonight?

“Baby, fuuuck,” Jungkook hisses as you speed up your rhythm up and down his cock. His boxers and slacks are pushed down to the middle of his thighs while his shirt is all but buttoned. Meanwhile, your dress is bunched up in your mid-section.

You’re near tears on his lap at this point, already feeling your thighs straining at the force you’re exerting in every bounce – but you couldn’t care less.

“Oh my god, baby– you feel so good,” you moan, eyes shutting close at the feel of his tip hitting that spot inside you whenever you go down.

For the first few minutes, Jungkook took it upon himself to guide your hips in every movement just like he always does when you ride him like this, pounding into you from underneath, but he eventually let you control the pace, leaning way back to the reclined seat and watches you work instead. He stares at you with hooded eyes as you push yourself up and down on his hardened cock, stiletto heels digging the side of his thighs occasionally.

While you pleasure yourself on him, he slides your dress up further, gets a little frustrated that it’s tight on the waist so he can’t push it past your tits. So he feels for your nape to find the zipper because he knows it’s there – he zipped you up in this dress before you drove to your sister’s place – and he delights when he finds the small, cold material, pulling it down blindly until you noticed and help him get yourself out of it.

Jungkook sighs when the top comes down, snapping the clip of your sleeveless bra and getting it out of the way before he greedily fondles your now bare breasts in his huge palms.

“Ohh,” you moan when Jungkook flicks your nipples, getting them even harder. You push yourself back, leaning into one elbow on the steering wheel as you begin to rock against him in a back and forth motion,

“Fuck—” Jungkook lets out a guttural groan, squeezing your tits tighter that makes you keen in want. “So fucking sexy, baby. Shit – damn – l-love you.”

“I-I love you too,” you say, more like a whine, chasing a high he knows is impending.

Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes. Your hair that was once tidy and neat three hours ago is now all over the place, the high bun loosening and some strands falling off your pretty face. Your lipstick smudged and he’s sure the remnants are on his lips, and with your mouth agaped in that erotic o-shape while you pleasure yourself on his cock, Jungkook feels like exploding.

“Ah– shit,” he groans, feeling the warm crevice of your wet pussy swallow him whole. When you climbed over his lap a while ago after he fingered you, he was gonna take out a condom from the glove compartment but you insisted to not use it, and the picture of you looking down while he pushed your panties to the side and looked into each other’s eyes as you sank down on him is still playing in his head like a broken record.

God fuck damn, you’re just so unreal. The love of his life. His wife.

He wipes your tear-stained cheeks, torn because he doesn’t like seeing you cry but he does like it when it’s because you’re so eager to bounce on his cock that even though you know you’re pushing it, you continue to do so.

Jungkook lets his hand travel from a boob to linger on your cheek, and he keens on the way you purr when you lean into his touch, smiling slightly when you open your mouth as his thumb nears it.

You eagerly suck it as if verbally prompted, opening your eyes just so you can stare at his as you lewdly slobber over his finger while you expertly move against his cock, breasts jiggling up and down right in front of his face – the obscene squelches of your lovemaking filling the air of his cramped up benz.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” Jungkook whispers. “Perfect girl. You love bouncing on my cock, love? Just couldn’t wait until we get home? Hm?” His tone is a bit condescending and cocky.

When Jungkook takes out his finger from your mouth, you bite your lip as you nod, resuming your up and down motion again. Slamming down on his dick, your hands come up to grip his shoulders tight.

“We are home.”

Jungkook chuckles, a rich and dark sound that sends shivers down your spine. A snarky remark gets buried in your throat when you feel a certain zap of electricity coming from your toes to your spine, the hot coil in your stomach edging to burst.

“I’m cumming– oh my god, Jungkook– baby I’m cumming—” You say, speeding up your pace once again.

With your breasts bouncing in front of his face like that, he couldn’t help but dive right into it, wrapping his lips around one nipple, nipping and sucking and licking, while he busies one hand with fondling the other. He alternated in between both tits, groaning and grunting when your pussy tightens around him, and one more slam on his cock gets you spiraling as you finally cum.

Jungkook closes his eyes when he feels you gush around him, and he really wishes that he could lay you down, spread you out, and eat the slick right out of you just like how he likes it.

“That’s it, baby – fuck. Good girl, good girl.”

A long, drawl-out moan slips past your lips, and Jungkook takes it upon himself to keep you bouncing on his cock when your energy dwindles down, rocking his hips upwards, just as eager to reach his high as well.

You try to pick up your pace to help him, planting your palms on his bare chest to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck baby, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” Jungkook says in a hushed whisper, groaning, squeezing your ass tight that you know will leave marks the next day.

“I know, baby – cum for me,” You lean down to capture his lips, whimpering when you feel yourself still coming down from your high.

“Ohh fuuck—” Jungkook moans, a tell-tale sign of his orgasm. “Fuck, I’m cumming—”

It’s almost second nature the way he looks down on your crotch, hand going over to where you meet – and you almost panic when you realize what he’s about to do.

“Jungkook, no,” you stop his hand, and he looks at you with utter confusion, rightfully so. Biting your lip, you stare into his eyes as you say, “I want you to come inside me.”

You watch as his eyes widen, then, “You sure?” He says with furrowed brows.

You nod your head frantically. “Please come in me. I want your come in me. Please, please—”

“Jesus fuck—” Jungkook’s hips stutter, his grip on yours tightening, gaze darkening as he processes your words. “Fuck. Okay, baby. No need to beg, okay? Fuck. I’ll come inside you.”

You speed up your pace and you can feel yourself getting there for a second time, and maybe it’s the heat of the moment, but your next words fall from your lips without much thought: “Yeah, yeah –give it to me, Kook. Want your– ah– want your babies.”

“Shit.” Jungkook hisses, taken aback by your words. “Fuuuck…” He looks up at you, grabs your waist and makes you lean closer. “You mean that?”

You nod your head, jumping on his cock up and down like your life depends on it. “Want your babies. Want you to cum in me.”

“Shiiitt,” Jungkook sighs, and you feel him getting harder by the second. “Gonna– gonna fuck a baby in you, baby. Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me– shit, I’m cumming.”

You both moan in unison when Jungkook finally releases inside you the same time you do so, his cock hardening in your walls, throbbing when you settle down on his lap with him still buried inside you. When the seconds pass, you feel the exhaustion wrapping around you, and you let Jungkook trail kisses up your shoulders and neck at the post-coital momentum.

“Fuck, that was so hot.” He whispers against your lips, kissing your parted mouth. You sigh against it, all sweaty and fucked out.

“Oh, baby…” You moan when Jungkook lifts you up and you feel yourself dripping from your cum.

“Fucking hell, so beautiful baby...” Jungkook trails off, squeezing your breasts before pushing you gently to lean back on the steering wheel. You look down as you watch with a gasp when he slides his cock out from your heat, covered in white and slick, moaning lewdly when he pumps it out for more.

Some of it spurts on your pussy, and you stare in awe when Jungkook inserts the tip once again in your heat, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the blurred lines between pleasure and overstimulation.

“Goddammit.” Jungkook sighs, gratified, tapping his cock on your pussy a few times before he grabs your hips again so he can kiss you on the mouth. It almost gives you whiplash when he looks at you with such sincere and genuine eyes as he says, “I love you.”

“Love you,” you say, closing your eyes when his kisses trail to your jaw and his hands come up to fondle your tits again. His favorite fixation – his words, not yours. “Kook.”

“Hm.”

“Sticky.”

He hums again. You keep your position like that for a few more seconds before Jungkook helps put your panties and dress back in place, picking you up slightly as you climb over the passenger seat.

You watch as he pulls his boxers and pants back up, buckling his belt around the waist. He hasn’t fixed the unbuttoned state of his shirt yet before he looks at you again with a smile.

“Come here, you,” He says, beckoning you to come closer with his arm around your seat. You grin, crossing the console again to meet the kiss he gives your mouth. Then, Jungkook breaks the contact, caressing your cheek as he speaks. “Babies, huh?” He brings up, eyes so bright; delighted, excited. He has that unshakeable grin.

And you can’t help but mirror it.

“Do you want to?” You ask instead. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you nervously wait for his answer that doesn’t really take that long.

“Fuck, yeah. If you want to, then I want to,” he responds. Then, he adds, “And I really, really want to.”

“Okay…” you say, biting your lip to keep yourself from smiling too much. “But it doesn’t have to be now. Or I don’t know. I know it’s only been a year since we got married and all that—”

“Baby, stop,” Jungkook says before you can finish your thought. “Doesn’t matter if we were one month into the marriage. As long as you’re ready, then I’m ready. Are you ready?”

A few beats.

It was your horny-adled brain that got you in this position in the first place – but you think about how life with Jungkook would be like with kids added in the equation in the near future.

It would be so far from bad.

The past year had been nothing short of bliss since you married him, and as you watched Jungkook, a thought warmed your heart: he’d be an incredible dad. The way he loves you, so deeply and selflessly, leaves no doubt in your mind that he’d go above and beyond for your child—or children. You’re certain he’d love them as much as he loves you, perhaps even more.

A smile spreads across your face, and you nod to his question.

“I want a family with you, Kook.”

Jungkook’s face lights up with a delighted smile, mirroring yours. “So, we’re doing this?”

You nod again, biting your lip to temper your excitement.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

You blink at him in surprise. “Why are you thanking me?”

He shakes his head with a gentle smile and leans in to kiss you again. “Just… thank you.”

You furrow your brows, squinting at him in playful confusion. Before you can say more, he leans forward and nips the tip of your nose.

“Ow!” you exclaim, laughing.

“You’re cute,” Jungkook teases. “But we’ve gotta clean up and head home. Then, we can keep practicing putting my baby in you—on a nice, comfortable bed this time.” He winks, pecking your cheek as he buttons his shirt and unbuckles his seatbelt.

You snort, rolling your eyes as you do the same. “Admit it, you like car sex.”

Jungkook hums nonchalantly, his cheeky grin giving him away. You chuckle, shaking your head at him, love radiating in every moment between you.

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⏦ﾟ♡︎ crime . . . im nayeon x fem! reader

༯ synopsis : nayeon uncovers yet another body, not expecting it to be a trap . . .

༯ warnings : detective! omega! nayeon , criminal! omega! reader , degradation , knife play , hate - sex , rope play , gun play , overstimulation , bottom! nayeon , top! reader , bunny! hybrid nayeon , fox! hybrid reader

༯ word count : 3.4K - semi proof read

“Another one?” Im Nayeon whispered quietly, her tiny tail anxiously flicking behind her as she surveyed the lifeless body in front of her.

“Yeah…” A sigh comes from her partner, Hirai Momo. “I sent off some blood samples to Sana so we can get an identification for the woman, and Jeongyeon is already working on clearing the building out.”

Police sirens sounded a few blocks away, and Nayeon tore her eyes from the woman’s body in order to further survey the scene. “…what a mess,” She grimaced. “Our unsub must hate the crime scene cleaners.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want to erase his art.”

Turning, Nayeon caught the whiff of a strong Alpha’s scent. Instinctively, she ducked down. “Chief.”

Momo straightened as the woman brushed past Nayeon with a curt nod, and wandered straight to her— silence between them as her hand brushed against the other’s arm. “…are you hurt?”

“No, no. We were nowhere near it,” Momo whispered back just as softly. “Happened when we were a block away.”

Nayeon clears her throat.

Her chief, Park Jihyo, turns and then nods. “What’ve you got?”

“Same unsub as the last four murders, we think.” Nayeon’s ears flicked at the scene. “…wonder why he chose her.”

Jihyo offered a shrug. “A killer's mind is too complex to know,” She turned back to Momo, gently grabbing her hand. “Head home.”

“But-“

“Head. Home.”

The Alpha’s words were not to be challenged. Even Momo knew that.

Slowly, the blonde left the room- leaving Nayeon with the familiar bear hybrid. “…you should be more open with her at crime scenes,” She spoke slowly. “Momo’s clumsy, but she’s not stupid.”

“I know,” Jihyo replied stiffly— glancing away. “But…you never know. I won’t risk my girlfriend over some sick in the head psycho.”

“Harsh.”

“Deserved.”

“Right.” Nayeon sighs heavily, taking a step toward the bed. It was a sole hotel room, the door on the left leading to the bathroom, and the door on the right leading back to the hall. There were a few scratches on the door handle outside, and the covers of the bed were in disarray.

Jihyo watched her detective closely piece together the crime, and gave her a few minutes before speaking. “Give it to me.”

“…The unsub broke in through the door, causing the woman to panic- there was some fighting,” Her hand brushed against a wall, a small and barely noticeable scratch there. “At some point, the unsub grabbed her. She grabbed the wall but was pulled away and thrown on the floor.”

“How did the downstairs room not hear?”

“Thick carpets or- or maybe the unsub knocked the woman out and brought her to the floor.” Nayeon squinted. “Either way, he stabbed her twice in the stomach and did a slash across her throat.”

“…That’s passionate,” Jihyo frowned. “Precise, but passionate. She knew him.”

“Or he knew her,” Nayeon offered. “…maybe she didn’t give him the attention he wanted. Could have been a brush of shoulders in a coffee shop— or maybe they sat on the same train. Unsub becomes fixated, victim becomes…well, the victim.”

Jihyo sucked in a breath and nodded, bear ears lying flat against her head. “Possibility. It’s all speculation until we get some insight on any DNA left over.”

“Yeah,” The bunny looks at the time and sighs. “We’ll send the body off and swab the place. Get forensic on the phone and put a rush on our samples?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jihyo moves to the door, stopping to lay a hand on Nayeon’s shoulder. “…make sure you get home safe. Okay?”

“Always do.”

—

“Nothing.”

It was a disappointing answer to say the least. Nayeon stood carefully behind Sana, watching the computer screen over and over. “You’re—“

“Yes, I'm sure.” The brunette spins her chair around and looks up. “There’s no DNA besides the victims. Not a strand of hair, or fleck of spit or sweat. It’s as if a ghost did it.”

“Damnit.”

Sana’s brows pinch to concern when the Bunny moves away, leaning against the wall.

“Hey,” She whispers, standing and walking over. “Take a deep breath— things don’t always go according to plan but that doesn’t mean all hope is lost..” She rests a small, pale hand on Nayeon’s side.

Nayeon looks down at the hand and whispers, closing her eyes. “Come on, don’t do that…”

Sana frowns, slipping her hand away.

“Why can’t I touch you anymore?”

“Sana, come on—“

“It was one night.” Pleads the hamster hybrid. “I told you, it meant nothing. We were drunk—“

“You were on the clock.”

“Tzuyu was too!” Sana turns defensive. “It wasn’t just my mistake, alright? She was on the clock too.”

“Just—“ Nayeon steps back, rubbing her head. “Put a rush on the DNA, and don’t- mention that again.”

Sana frowns tightly. But, she slowly nods her head in agreement. “I’ll…tell Jihyo any of my findings.”

—

“That’s your fifth cup.”

Nayeon slides the drink away, eyes flitting to Myoui Mina. “Mina—“ She sighs, setting the drink down. “Is this an intervention over my coffee habits?”

“No, but that is your fourth cup.”

“So?”

“So..” The snow leopard hybrid slips off the table, wandering behind Nayeon and resting her hands on her shoulders. “Go home.”

“What?”

“I heard Jihyo tried to send you home early at the crime scene too,” Mina whispers softly. “Does she know you’re even here, right now?”

“…”

“That’s what I thought.”

Her languid tail sways, gently hitting against the floor due to its length. Nayeon softens in her touch and says nothing for a few, long moments, before finally— she releases a sigh. “Okay, fine. I’ll head home.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“Would I lie to you?”

“Yes.”

“Well I’m not,” Nayeon grumbled, disgruntled by how quick she agreed. “I need to eat anyway, and sober up this caffeine.”

Mina gazes at her, before nodding and moving away. “I’ll let you go then. When you come back tomorrow, we’ll tell you the lab results.”

“…” Nayeon eyed the floor but nodded curtly. “See you then.”

—

Nayeon did not go home.

In fact, she’d wounded up back in the room where it happened— staring at the blood stained carpet. There was a ‘why’ that was nagging her. Why here? It was so public, the hotel itself was booked that night. Why her? The unsub hadn’t shown any relationship to…anyone really.

The constant questions looped in Nayeon’s brain as she crouched, surveying the floor quietly.

The soft pit pat of water from the sink dropped down the drain filled her ears, along with her occasional breaths. The hotel had been shut down- condemned even, for the time being. The only people here were police officers on the roof, and some outside in order to keep people away.

“Damn.” Nayeon sighed, standing up and shaking her head. That coffee was slowly wearing off, a tiredness taking over her. She paused to close her eyes— resting her head in her hand.

Everything was so quiet.

The water.

The city.

The quiet humming from the bed.

Wait-

“You know, I really enjoy this game of cat and mouse we play.”

Nayeon’s hands are quick, reaching for her gun and pointing it at the unsub but— her gun isn’t there. You are. On the bed, relaxing casually- tail gently swaying as you spun the black pistol around playfully.

Nayeon’s shoulders hesitate to drop as an embarrassed hue rests on her cheeks. How did she not notice you here? How did she not feel her gun being slipped from its holder?

“How did you-“

“The door was open.”

“There are agents downstairs—“

“Are there?” You cock your head and a sort of dread settles in the pit of Nayeon’s stomach. “I didn’t see any.”

The bunny shifts- ears lowering. “What did you do to them?”

“What do you think?”

“You’re a monster—“

“I’m a realist.” With a shrug of your shoulders you’re on your feet, walking over to Nayeon and circling her like prey. The bunny trembles. “Be real, a minute, Detective Im. Half of those men probably weren’t good people anyway.”

“They had families—“

“So did every serial killer, like me.” The way you spoke, icy yet controlled- it rolled a shiver through the brunette. “Yet, here we are.”

A scoff bubbles up. “Are you trying to relate to other humans right now? You’ve killed eight!”

“Yeah and if you keep talking you’ll be the ninth.”

Nayeon’s hands stiffened, clenching at her sides. You’ve shifted behind her now- making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “…what do you want from me?”

“Why do you assume I want something?”

“Because I should be dead already, and I’m not.”

“Maybe I like toying with my prey?”

“Typical fox-“

“Watch your tongue.” Your body pressed suddenly into the back of hers- and Nayeon’s breath hitched instantly. A smirk tugged on your lips. “Oh?”

Nayeon grit her teeth. “Stop-“

“Stop what?” The gun raised— softly pressing against Nayeon’s throat and tracing downward as she pushed her head up. “You’re the one getting flushed over a few touches.”

“No i’m not—“

“Really?”

The gun's barrel dragged down slowly, resting atop Nayeon’s shirt. It made the bunny suck in a breath — her hand jumping to grab your wrist as her ears flinched.

Your free hand laid gently on Nayeon’s waist. “Such a pretty bunny,” You cooed. “It would be a shame to let you go to waste…”

“What are you going to do, then?”

Your lips quirk. “What do you want me to do?”

Nayeon’s body shivers. She swallows thickly, feeling a conflicted amount of wanting your touch but also wanting to push away from it. Despite it all, Nayeon glares back, feeling the gun tugging her shirt down. “This changes nothing,” She whispers softly- body softening. “I’m still me. E-Even if..”

“Even if what?”

She looks down— shoulders going slack and gently easing her jacket off. “…Even if I like it.”

Your tail sways and then curls around her— the gun being tossed away as your hands move to her shirt and pull it up and off— lips coming down like a hot iron against her skin. Nayeon whimpers, eyes shutting as warm, wet kisses are placed across her jaw and down her juncture— a teasing nibble following.

“S-Shit—“

Your hands move to her jeans— greedily unbuckling them and stuffing your hand down. Nayeon had bucked forward— gently falling on all fours on the bed as you pressed into her from behind. Her tiny tail wagged the second your fingers made contact with her slick— a soft whine falling.

Oh, how it excited you.

Your tail wagged excitedly. “You’re so wet..” Your voice was low and soft, as your middle and ring fingers pressed together and found Nayeon’s clit— rubbing slowly.

Nayeon grit her teeth. “..f-fuck-“

“Such a potty mouth..” Your free hand slipped to hers— your body more so covering hers as you laced your hand with hers and guided your hips slowly against her. “Be good, little omega…”

The bunny whimpered.

“Don’t act like you aren’t one too- I can s-smell it on you-“

“Heh, yet here we are.” You purposely let your fingers pinch her clit, rolling it slowly and watching as shivers coated her body.

“Fuck-“ She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. “I don’t even know your name-“

“As if I’d tell you that, Detective Im.” You chuckled in her ear, softly nibbling down on the long fluffy appendage. Nayeon was like a river at that- gushing more slick to coat your fingers. “You dirty girl, you liked that-“

“Don’t s-speak to me in such a manner-“ A sharp whine left her- your fingers rubbing through her folds and to her entrance. “W-Wait-“

“What’s wrong, bunny?” You nuzzled her ear, grinning. “Overwhelmed?”

“G-God…” Nayeon squeezes her eyes shut, head spinning as your fingers swiftly enter her, a groan tumbling from your lips.

“Just like that, bunny,” You husked, slipping your fingers in and out of her cunt- feeling it stretch slightly around your knuckles in an almost hypnotic way. “God damn..”

Nayeon moans, a pretty noise, and leans down- shyly resting her head on the pillow and looking back at you- cheeks flushed and a parang leaving her lips as she’s fucked. It’s a beautiful sight; having this well known detective on her knees and submissively getting her little pussy pounded by your fingers- and while you wanted to fully enjoy it, you knew she’d have you like this pretty soon too.

“O-Oh, fucking hell…” Nayeon bucked her hips— feeling your fingers practically caress her inner walls, as your thumb slipped to play with her achy clit too. She hated to admit it, but you knew full well what you were doing. “F-Fuck I’m gonna—“

It hit her like a damn brick— her body spasming as your fingers curled inside expertly. A wave of her scent hit the room, and you smirked triumphantly— greedily leaning in and sniffing. The sweet peony scent was maddeningly addictive and nearly drove you insane.

Nayeon panted, trying to regain herself before she was suddenly flipped over- your fingers leaving her and moving to tug her shoes, pants, and underwear off completely. Nayeon flushed. “H-Hey—!”

You stopped, meeting her gaze and-

Nayeon’s heart fluttered. “…b-be more gentle..”

“Hm,” You nodded wordlessly, reaching up and slipping her shirt up and off. Her pale skin was revealed and you reveled in it— leaning in and kissing at the expanse of her stomach. Nayeon trembled- head going back as your warm lips came again to her skin. God, it was all so overwhelming, and she was still twitching post-orgasm.

“So fucking soft…” Your voice came, lips trailing up to her covered breasts. They weren’t covered for long— not when you reached back and undid her bra— pulling it from her and practically burying your face in her chest. The warmth of her body made you groan, and Nayeon’s hand shot to lace in your hair when your lips met her stiffened nipples- a needy moan leaving her lips.

“F-Fuck..”

Her chest practically preened closer to your lips, warming up under your tongue's gentle assault. Licking, biting, sucking- you did it all.

And Nayeon was merely taking it all, ears flat as she pressed more and more into your touch. When you pulled away, she whined, the cold air attacking her chest instantly. “P-Please-“

Her hips raised again.

What a needy bunny.

Your hands reached lazily in your back pocket- fishing out a bit of rope, and the sight of Nayeon’s eyes comically widening just about made you laugh. You were swift, as any fox would be, in prying her arms apart and lacing them to the bannisters, doing the same with her legs until she was on display for you.

“There we go,” You pulled away, admiring your work with a slight smirk. “You almost look pretty like this~”

“F-Fuck you..” Nayeon whispered, though her hips still raised desperately.

You raised a brow. “I mean, you can, if you behave.”

Nayeon shut up quickly.

“There’s a good bunny…” Your kisses were back, trailing down her tummy. Your hands stretched to rub her pretty thighs, teasing her. Nayeon was heavily overstimulated; her nipples were hard and aching from being wet and cold due to the air, and her aching core was clenching around nothing- aching to be filled again.

Her need forced her scent out again, which you greedily drank up.

“That’s it,” Your voice husked. “Scent the room up. Let everyone know how much of a slut you are…”

Oh god.

Why’d you have to talk to her like that?

You had to know it got a girl like her going—

“God, you’re fucking soaked— you liked that, didn’t you?” You scoff— when did you get down there?!

Your head was right near her cunt- breath fanning over her folds and making her attempt to shimmy closer with all her might. Just the sight of you down there— fuck, it drove her insane. Your ears pinned back, those puppy eyes looking at her, that tail swaying behind you so teasingly…

Maybe foxes weren’t that bad.

“Please,” Nayeon whispered, voice softened as she raised her hips. “I-I need you…”

God.

“You’re such a desperate thing, it’s really quite pathetic.” Your voice drawled, hand teasing her by rubbing right near her core but never touching it. Nayeon felt hate and desire burn. You were pissing her off but you were also turning her on so fucking much.

Finally, your lips parted and Nayeon’s head fell back again, tail eagerly wagging under her as your tongue swirled her aching clit. “Fuck…” She cursed, pressing up into your mouth.

Languid, almost lazy, slicks of your tongue made her damn near see stars. The feeling of it rolling through her folds so teasingly, that achy feeling swelling up in her stomach as you practically played with her— Jesus. You were so, so good.

“Mmph..fuck—“ The brunette whimpered, rolling up into your mouth as-

“Who’s up here?”

Nayeon stilled.

As did you.

Nayeon knew that voice. Damnit, damnit, damnit — that nosy raccoon!

“Hey wait-“ A sniff. “Nayeon? Are you in here?” The knob jiggled and tried to open but- when was the door even shut? When was it locked?

You looked up from her cunt— shrugging and lapping again. Oh god. You couldn’t be serious. “H-Hey wait-“ Nayeon whispered, panicked. “D-Don’t do that—!”

“Huh? Are you okay?”

Fuck fuck fuck—

“I-I’m fine..! Just- go home Momo!” Nayeon winced— not because she just lied to her best friend, but because the ruthless killer between her legs had just thrusted her tongue is side. “Oh fuck..”

“Nayeon?? I’m really worried— Why are you in here?” Momo tugged the door again. “And why is the door locked? You know you’re not supposed to lock crime scenes when—“

“D-Damnit, Momo, go home!” A shout.

The door stopped.

Even you raised a brow, impressed by the bunny as your tail swayed- tongue fucking in and out of her. She was getting more wet. Turned on by her friend being nearby? How interesting…

“L-Look I-“ Nayeon sighs, biting her lip and bucking into your mouth. “Jihyo will worry if you don’t head home soon—“

“But what about you?”

Nayeon almost wanted to groan, but if she did it would come out 100% as a moan and blow her cover. “I-I…ah..fuck, I’m okay— go home-“

There seemed to be hesitance, but the sound of Momo shuffling away could be heard. You pulled away then, smirking up at her. “Dirty bunny, you liked that, huh?”

“S-Shut up—“

“You got so wet…~”

Nayeon glared in her flush, and you chuckled, leaning in and pushing your tongue back in- watching her instantly buck up- tugging against her ropes greedily. “P-Please—“

“Mm,” You noises into her cunt, eyes narrowing as your tail wagged quicker. Nayeon was getting close again, you could feel it— and her scent was getting much, much thicker.

“I-I’m…!”

You change quickly, shifting to pull your tongue out and sit up, replacing it with your fingers and pounding back into her. “Good girl, fuck..you’re so fucking dirty—“ The lewd words and even lewder noises bounced off the walls, sending Nayeon into a needy spiral. How were you so damn good?

“Come on, cum for me…”

And she did.

Blindingly so.

Like a hot iron had been dropped, Nayeon came with a jolt— legs softly spasming and a loud moan falling as her head fell all the way back and—

Click!

Her eyes opened. A camera was poised in your hand, a smirk on your lips as the little polaroid pushed its way out.

“W-Where did—“

“Just a keepsake~ Now, don’t get too distracted, it’s my turn.”

—

“What’s wrong with you?” Jeongyeon squinted, pup ears pressed down as Nayeon fell into her seat the next morning. The pup’s nose turned up. “God- what is that scent?”

“I…”

Nayeon reached up and ran a hand through her hair, gulping and shaking her head. “It’s nothing, get to work.” She looked down at her desk, gently opening her drawer and— shoving it shut.

The noise made Momo jostle across her. “Hey- What was that about?”

“Nothing-!”

But the bunny was fully redfaced.

How did you-

When did you-

Sitting in her drawer was the polaroid, a little note written on the bottom.

‘Catch me if you can, Miss Im~’