#bts - jhope

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Jhope ( bts )!★

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no more treat people with kindness here! i hate you all 😭 that should be me

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~Me, Oh My, Omega Mine~

Pairing: BTSxBellyDancer!Reader

Seokjin- Alpha, Yoongi- Alpha, Hoseok- Beta, Jimin- Alpha, Jungkook- Beta, Taehyung- Alpha, Namjoon- Omega, Reader- Omega

Words: 10.2k

WARNINGS: Angst, abuse, omega abuse, knotting, mating, smoking, cursing, puppy play, good girl/boy, pet names, kinks/fixations (Reader has a slight oral fixation), omega space, alpha space, breeding, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (wrap it), rutting, induced heat, degradation (only a little).

MDNI_MATURE_THEMES_AND_SCENES_!!!

She was beautiful, a literal goddess as she danced in front of him. The way her bedazzled bra flashed under the colored lights making a rainbow shine off of it. Or the way her golden sequins jingled against the curve of her wide hips, her long skirt with a slit right down the side all the way up her leg so far he could see her soft unprotected tummy peaking out just a little bit.  The way she danced around the floor, bare foot too, was so mesmerizing the omega couldn't take his eyes off of her, especially her body thinking to himself.

Wanna bite- just a little nibble...

Hobi hyung would like her, she's so colorful.

She needs to cover her precious tummy- too many Alphas- dangerous... 

But she's so pretty like this...

His thoughts kept racing as did his heart, wanting to be closer to her in every sense of the word. Love at first sight wasn't something the omega really believed existed but here she was, her hair curled perfectly, framing her face just right, her hips and breasts moving in time with every beat of thee music. Her natural beauty had to be genetics because there no way a single person could be this perfect, jesus fuck he was so wrong.

The omega would drop by the club every Saturday sometimes with his pack, with a few of them or all by himself. It was dangerous for an omega to be out so late but he couldn't help it, he was falling in love for the eighth time in his life, something he doesn't take lightly.

The omega would do everything in his power for his seven mates but it was almost like this was gonna be something uniquely his. His omega, someone just as soft if not squishier than he is. He loves the small things in life and the belly dancer looks as if she would fit in his pocket perfectly.

That's when the rest of his pack began to smell it in the air one by one. The scent was something tender, caring, nurturing, that hung in the air every time the omega dancer would spin by their table one night with a forced smile on her face.

Lavender and honey with earthy tones and the crisp scent of pine coated the backs of their tongues making the alphas chests rumble and the betas groan with their heads tilted back crossing their eyes slightly.

"Is that the omega baby?" Yoongi purred into Namjoons ear pointing just past Taehyungs head which was turned away from them laser focused on the entrancing omega dancing around the floor in front of them. Jungkook could smell the hint of ashy pine waft over his senses as the woman looked towards the VIP lounge area, her gaze leaving just as quickly as it landed on the man in a puffy fur coat with two omegas on his arms and a beta bouncer located at the bottom of the stairs. 

Namjoon shakes his head happily as he peeled his eyes from her curves for a moment to look at his alpha. "Isn't she pretty hyung? I wonder what she smells like when she not working- all these stupid alphas are always on her." The omega grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest his attention going straight back to her as she left the dance floor and disappeared behind the black curtain. Yoongi nods his head with a small smile, he loves seeing his omega like his, all soft and happy.

But the poor omega always became so crestfallen when he couldn't see her anymore since that was her last dance of the night. He stares at his hands under the table lost in thought when Jimin nudges his shoulder with his own. "What's on your mind pup?" He asked a little tipsy despite the many waters he's had in the span of an hour of Seokjin trying to sober him up for the drive home. The alpha was not about to drive home and have the alpha throw up all over the new leather interior in his sleek sports car, again.

Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, never taking his eyes off his hands as he picked at his fingers nervously. "I think she's my mate- I can't stop thinking about her. She's in my dreams Minnie, every single one." The alpha side eyes him with a smile making his eyes turn into crescents. "Every single one?" The alpha teases with a bite to his lip, leaning down close and levels his cool grey eyes with his omegas round brown eyes. Namjoon hiccups under the alphas stare the curled corner of his lip making him whimper and cheeks heat up. He looks at the curtain a few times as if waiting for her to reappear to save him from his teasing alpha.

"It's either she's my mate or she's actually a witch whose casted a love spell on me." He mumbles under his breath as Jimin bumps his hip with Namjoons chair repeatedly. "You're not the only one pup, I think she belongs to all of us." Seokjin interjects removing himself from the soft alphas neck with a pop, he had left a few hickies and knick marks on Taehyungs neck and throat as the music and conversation continued without them.

Seokjin and Taehyung's eyes were blown out, the softer one more lost in alpha space than the pack alpha sat tall in front of his curled in shy form. "Wait, did we all smell the lavender and honey?" Hoseok asks with a surprised expression on his handsome face, faint shouting can be heard at the back of the stage but they hardly pay it any attention. The group shakes their head as the music blares louder washing out the yelling noise with heavy beats. 

Wow- they all share another omega, Namjoon never thought he'd see the day where he wasn't the only omega in the pack. It was a dream come true he would have another omega to share his toys and stuffed animals with but not his suckies, those were his. Maybe one of his alphas would buy her one of her own if she had an oral fixation like he did. He was allowed to be selfish from time to time especially if this female omega accepted the bonds and joined their pack. Namjoon would become head omega in the pack which means he had a few more responsibilities, leading the pack with Seokjin their pack alpha at his back.

Especially during heats and ruts the role of the head omega and sometimes a beta is to make sure all the omegas are primed and ready to be bred full and round with the alphas pups, never a moment too soon lest the omega be thrown into an induced heat. Which lasts a hell of a lot longer than a natural heat of a few days. Induced heats can last anywhere from a week to three weeks in a row, the thirst and need to be bred sometimes becoming too much for the omega and they die of a heat stroke.

There was this time when Namjoon and Seokjin had barely met and were getting to know each other. The alpha was newly presented a few years prior and he was still getting his urges under control during his rut. Namjoon was a newly presented omega and got bullied for it, the kids at school would call him horrible second gender based names along with words of pure hate for a male presenting as an omega. 

Seokjin hated seeing the pretty omega so beaten up and timid all the time so he decided to introduce himself to him. Well, when he went to shake his hand the wind outside of the school where they stood had picked up making Namjoons short hair rustle in the wind.

Lavender and honey with the rich aroma of chocolate and freshly made coffee. Seokjin let out a purr before catching it and covering it with a fake cough into his elbow. This was his first potential mate of course it was an omega, it was only natural. But to have one so newly presented and still in omega finishing school? It caught the alpha off guard and absently fluff out his salty ocean scent making the omega see double and his knees to buckle.

Seokjin cursed himself as he caught Namjoon by the waist holding him up as steady as he could and muttered out a quick apology. It took a moment but Namjoon came out of it sweating quite a lot, he felt his subconscious leaving the building when the alpha started walking up to him from across the hall. He could smell the lavender and honey coat the back of his tongue making his boba eyes widen a little more when the alphas salty ocean scent assaulted his nose.

All of this was so new, so sudden but the omega inside him was happy screaming alpha alpha alpha inside his head like a broken record literally leaping for joy- found alpha so quick- such a good omega! Namjoon only gave Seokjin a shy dimpled smile which made the alpha swoon even harder.

Fast forward a year and two months the pair had found Yoongi- another alpha male. Yoongi was small at least to Namjoon and Seokjin height wise but oh did he make up for it in bed. He's always so in tune with Namjoon's body and mind it was like the omega was made for him and Seokjin. Then came Hoseok barely three months later he was helping a little old lady sell her little hand made knitted sweaters and wooden figures- the beta was always able to make friends so easily. With his heart shaped smile and bright caramel colored eyes and infectious laugh, the way he always clapped his hands when he laughed made everything that much funnier every time. 

Time then began to pass by for another year and the four of them were content with their lives. Namjoon made the best house omega, he always made sure the house was taken care of before his mates got home. Although he hardly cooked anything since the first valentines day he nearly burned Seokjin's kitchen down trying to cook a romantic dinner. The poor omega cried for hours in his alphas lap berating himself for ruining the special day as Seokjin rubbed soothing circles on his back and cooed sweet nothings in his ear until he calmed down- doesn't matter if the exchange ended in a rough knotting for the omega to truly calm down understanding that his alpha still wanted him even though he couldn't cook worth a shit. Seokjin took over preparing meals after that and Yoongi pitched in whenever Seokjin came home tired from work.

Just when Namjoon thought he had all his mates in a row here came Kim Taehyung acting like a whole hallmark movie since Christmas was right around the corner. He was taking pictures of the snow as one does and of Namjoon bundled up on the bus bench reading a hard back green covered book with round glasses perched on his kissable nose.

Namjoon didn't see him right away not until the familiar scent of lavender and honey hit his nose, along with potent scents of cedar and leather. He was another alpha Namjoon could tuck into his pocket if he could. The way Taehyungs curls bounced against his brows and the soft and sweet boxy smile that graced his lips when he sat next to Namjoon on the bench left the omega in awe of just how handsome this alpha is, his omega was going stir crazy making Namjoon screw his eyes shut with a blush.

Taehyung had a beta at his flat he told Namjoon about after a few weeks of courting the omega. It's not that Taehyung wanted to keep his beta a secret, not at all, he was really proud of his shy beta mate. No, this was the betas doing- he didn't want to get in the way of his alpha finally getting an omega because he knew how much an omega meant to a growing pack. Omegas were the beating hearts of every pack without them- packs made of alphas and betas never really lasted. Omegas were the soothing balm against an alphas rough exterior and the sunshine when the betas were feeling sad or upset.

Omegas were everything.

Eventually after some coaxing from the soft alpha, his beta Jungkook decided to have the omega over to meet him. When Namjoon made it to their flat Jungkook could already smell his chocolate and coffee seep from under the door but as he got closer he could pin point two other scents making the little hairs at the back of his neck stand on end as if he'd been shocked. Jungkook swings the door open with eyes as round as the omegas only letting out a soft purr when he looked Namjoon up and down.

He was wearing tight jeans that showed off his perfect thighs with a loose fitting shirt that exposed his collarbone and a silk choker wrapped around his neck like a lazily tied ascot. Jungkooks eyes didn't leave the omega as they ate some take out and conversed amongst themselves. Did the pair of them end up tag teaming the soft pliable omega by the end of the night? Oh absolutely, without a shred of doubt that happened.

The last one to make it into the pack was an alpha named Jimin he was the main performer when Hoseok took Namjoon and Jungkook to see the Nutcracker three days before Christmas. Jimin moved like water on the stage, his body speaking volumes and his facial expressions moving mountains. He was a force to be reckoned when he was in ballet mode, it wasn't until the show was over and Jimin had taken a quick shower to wash off the heady scent of himself from his skin so he didn't overwhelm the others around him. Last thing the alpha needed was for one of his fangirls going into an induced heat because he couldn't control his pheromones.

Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jungkook waited outside in the cold winter air for at least forty minutes before the last alpha came outside and greeted the three of them, their bond instantly strengthening without a word spoken into the winter air, the four of them just knew.

The years wore on none of them even looking for another mate or even another omega. Namjoon was enough for them and certainly gave them a run for their money during his heats leading up to the most recent one just last month.

Namjoon was being bratty as the large omega tends to be but it was never this bad. It wasn't him being a cute little omega rolling about his nest being all soft and squishy- no, this was the annoying, irritating, bratty omega who hissed at every quick move his mates made across the nest or even right next to him. By the middle of all of it Seokjin had fucked Namjoons hole all pink, puffy, and used for the fifth time that night alone after he came back from getting snacks from the kitchen.

The pack alpha was nearly spent but he was staying strong and hard incase his omega needed him like a good alpha does for his pack. Namjoon was clinging to every small plushie he could find, softly purring only hissing in his dreams once or twice and maybe a stupid alpha or a pretty alpha escaping his lips. Seokjin nudged his puffy scent gland with his nose making his omega hiccup and slowly open his eyes. The pack alpha eyes him warily trying to figure out what was going on behind those big expressive eyes. 

"Why are you hissing at your alphas baby? Did we do something you didn't like?" The alpha asks calmly and quietly as to not wake the others. Namjoon pouts murmuring under his breath as he looks into his alphas eyes sleepily and nuzzles under his chin to scent him out of habit. "Omega lonely- nobody here to share squishy time with." Namjoon mumbles still at the edge of omega space after being knotted twice in a row. Seokjins brows furrow he doesn't know what his baby could mean by that- he had everything he could ever want inside his nest- everything he truly held dear which were his mates and all their scents mixed in together like a melting pot made for omegas sensitive noses.

Yoongi stirs behind the omega and props himself up on his elbow. "What's going on?" He asks rubbing his eyes, his voice rough from sleep. Seokjin looks up at his alpha mate and sighs telling him exactly what Namjoon voiced just a moment ago. Yoongi nods slightly and slides his hand along the omegas naked body soothingly. "I think pup senses a hole in our pack, that's probably why he's been such a brat these last few days." Of course Yoongi was right Namjoon just couldn't voice it at the climax of his heat, the heat fever should die down in a few days and the seven of them will be able to talk about it in more depth later.

The first time Namjoon saw her wasn't anything to shake a stick at. He was simply enjoying the one day the pack was together for once in the last few weeks. With everyone but Namjoon having some type of job it was nice to have his pack together. They had decided to go to a bar, it was big enough to house a few hundred people at a time. The music was always loud and the dance floor was always full of sweaty bodies and intense pheromones.

But when ten o'clock rolled around the dance floor became empty the people having sat down at their respective tables or booths. Namjoon and the pack weren't too sure what was happening, as far as they knew this wasn't a show club but of course like most clubs and bars here recently it was. 

The deep beat of the music started and the lights dimmed down just enough and focused on the black curtains just off to the right of the dance floor. A hand came out from the curtain adorned with beaded bracelets and a few small golden rings on their fingers. Then the hand turned into an arm and slowly revealed a curvy omegan dancer, her outfit was mesmerizing. 

She had on a bra that held her heavy breasts perfectly the mix of blue and green and shining jewels sewn onto it caught every colored light just right. Her hips had golden metal sequins wrapped around them with a green and blue skirt with a slit all the way up ending at a hip dip. She danced barefoot and her tummy was on full display, soft and kissable.

The sight made Namjoons heart jump into his throat, a female omega, her scent was calling out to him the moment she came into view. The way she danced like nobody was watching with a blinding smile plastered on her face, the way her hair followed her every move like subtle waves.

She was everything and more.

Namjoon purred loudly making Hoseok turn to look at his lovesick expression, the omega practically had heart eyes for the belly dancer on the floor. Hoseoks chuckled but kept it to himself unknowing that the omega had found his mate, the final missing link, even through all the pheromones permeating the air around them. 

The few days that followed after the pack had confirmed the new omega was indeed theirs was spent trying to get closer to her but the man in the big fur coat never let the pack back where she was kept. The sleezy alpha would always come up with different excuses for them not to see her but they kept trying nonetheless.

Her current situation was horrible to say the least, the alpha that pack would always talk to was basically her manager by day and her pimp by night. It wasn't the life she had envisioned for herself, no she wanted wide open spaces and fresh air- maybe a garden to tend to while her mates she always dreamed of took care of everything else for her, never forcing her to make a decision she wasn't ready or didn't want to make. 

It was a pipe dream, after her mother died her father had completely dipped out on her and her siblings, the two of them being another omega and a beta. Jacob her older brother always tried to make ends meet but when the bills were too high and a few unpayable with his current salary Y/n decided to look for a job herself. After being denied so many times by companies and jobs she was more than qualified for an alpha had approached her when she was walking home from the convenience store. 

She thought he was just some creep hanging out by an old lamp post waiting for someone to walk by but he was actually very charming, very down to earth, at least at the start. When he started hitting it big he had bought an old store front and turned it into what it was today, a very big three story bar and club and Y/n was his main attraction. She was his diamond of the night, attracting customers from every walks of life. 

The days turned into weeks, months turned into years and soon Y/n could pay all their bills and then some. She was able to get an apartment for her and her siblings, better than the shack of a single bedroom house their sperm donor left the three of them in. She bought Jacob a car that was in good enough condition to drive back and forth to work in and for her younger omegan sister she would always buy every plushie, every blanket and feel good food she wanted.

It was until D'Marcus cut her pay did Y/n begin to live a miserable life of dancing for strangers and entertaining alpha's against her will. She had fought off an alpha and beta pair leaving the two of them in more blood than when they came in. D'Marcus had beaten the shit out of her for it- told her that if she wanted the pay she was asking for to keep her mutt pack together she would have no choice but to indulge them.

She really had no way out, her siblings couldn't do anything because if they did they would lose everything Y/n had worked so hard to get. Y/n had no mates not even a good friend to come and save her from this shit hole. Of course that was until the last show of the night and she had locked eyes with a large yet completely adorable man from across the dance floor.

She felt her heart skip a beat and her breathing hitch in her throat. As she danced closer to the man all she could smell was lavender and honey. It was an unusual scent for a man she assumed was an alpha to have, she smiled at him a genuine one not the smile she always forced when she would perform. She was happy to have found a potential mate but the ever looming threat of her alpha employer hanging over her head made her smile drop and for her to turn away from him.

She saw him for a few weeks after that, sometimes he would be by himself or there would be other men around him. The way his cheeks blushed a bright pink color when one of them would whisper in his ear or their touch would linger a beat too long had Y/n yearning to get to know the broad shouldered man. He looked every bit the alpha she thought him to be, what she wouldn't give to come out from behind this curtain right now and scent the hell out of him just so she could possibly relax her own anxiety.

But no matter how hard the pack had tried D'Marcus would always find a way to deny them. It made her heart sink every time they would turn away as she watched them from behind the curtain. A tall curly haired man turned in her direction once making her heart race and slip behind the curtain and the man with the handsome face of a god to smirk as he shoved his hands into his pockets and sauntered away.

This time they were so close, so fucking close to convincing the alpha to let them see her. So close to getting her the hell out of there and the sleezy alpha knew it too. He sensed something had changed with his sparkling diamond, her scent was softer every time she would dance around the floor towards that fucking pack who was always at the front of the crowd. The way they would look at her like she held the world in her hands made him sick. There's no way he'd let those fuckers take away his main selling point.

"You've got some nerve making googly eyes at an alpha who isn't paying for your attention." D'Marcus spat at her as she readied herself for another long night. Y/n pressed the tube of red lipstick to her plush lips, she didn't say anything instead she blotched the red cream around her lips and put a touch more artificial blush to her cheeks.

D'Marcus was pissed at her insolent display and lack of words so he back handed her off the chair and onto the floor. He stalked over to her and loomed over the omega seething with anger. "You think I can't replace you? There are plenty of other omega whores who will do anything for what I'm paying you!" He barks at her and tangles his large hand in her hair and lifts her to her feet.

D'Marcus bares his teeth at her snarling and wraps his hand around her throat tightly making it hard for her to breath. Her body is lifted off the ground by a few inches as she claws at the alphas hands and arm holding her throat in a vice grip. It was no use, no matter how hard she tried his alpha strength was too much for her. Her vision began to slip as D'Marcus barked and snarled at her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head from lack of oxygen.

Just as her vision was going dark her body was dropped to the floor making her gasp and cough as air entered her lungs unrestricted. She could hear a few other voices yelling and growling although the ringing in her ears made it hard to hear any of the words that were said.

Jungkook was laying into the alpha, like really laying into him. He had D'Marcus by the collar of his shirt on the ground repeatedly punching his face growling and snarling at him through gritted teeth. "Don't you fucking touch her like that again!" Jungkook barked loudly his tone laced with venom and he saw red as the alpha below him began to lose consciousness.

Namjoon rushed to her side kneeling in front of her fluffing out his sweet gooey chocolate and fresh coffee scent, letting it envelope her as she was panicking on the floor with tears in her eyes and rolling down her round cheeks. "Please, stop! You have to stop! Don't kill him!" The omega shouted at Jungkook and when he looked back at her his heart nearly shattered. Her pained expression and the tears streaming down her face was enough to knock the wind out of all of them. The hand she reached out with fell to her lap, head hung low and she sniffled with a quiet sob. 

Jungkook and Yoongi took the alpha out of the dressing room and left him on one of his VIP lounge couches making him look as normal as possible. When they returned the woman was sitting back in her chair with an icepack against her cheek. Namjoon stayed close to her not wanting to leave her for another second, his omega kept screaming- keep mate safe, protect little omega mate. The head omega kept his hand against her tummy protecting her in every which way he could think of. She didn't mind it though she was thankful to finally have someone be protective towards her besides her siblings. Y/n leans her head on his shoulder with a sigh resting her hand on top of Namjoon's against her tummy absently, making the bigger omega purr with a small smile and scent the top of her head lovingly.

"So, you're not a pack alpha? You look like one..." She mumbles staring down at the floor below her feet, Yoongi chuckled and hid his face behind Seokjin who stood proudly when his title was heard, although it wasn't directed at him. 

"Uh n-no I'm pack omega actually. I'm Namjoon it's nice to officially meet you. Even though getting to you was less than ideal-" He takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment before releasing it through his plump lips. "- I'm somewhat okay with it- as long as my omega is safe."  

Namjoons omega.

The following few hours were spent telling the DJ that the show was cancelled until further notice, getting to know the omegan belly dancer and how she ended up in a place like this, letting her stop by to check on her siblings- they must be worried. 

The omega was as sweet as a sixteen year old can be and the beta gave more of an alpha aura when he was behind the kitchen counter. Staring Seokjin and the rest of the pack right in the eyes every time they spoke to inform him of the situation, nearly unblinking. To say he was protective over his two little sisters was an understatement, he'd go to hell and back for them and that was putting it lightly.

Once Jacob was sure his sister would be okay with them he gave her a tight hug and a little eskimo kiss by rubbing their noses together the same way they used to when they were kids. Now with their baby sister that was a different story- she was completely fine when her big sister walked through the door but when they had to leave, she wasn't all too happy about that.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? You won't leave us like dad did will you?"

"Yes sis, I'll be okay and no I won't leave you like dad did. You're a tough omega, you can handle this. I'll make sure you know where I'm at in case you need me." 

She gave Y/n a tight hug unwilling to let her go until her scent was all over her big sister, she walked out of the door with a sad smile and a small wave before walking out the door.

Yoongi took her bag and tossed it into the trunk of the SUV and closed the hatch. Seokjin and the others piled in as Taehyung took the drivers seat and began the long drive back to their place.

They reached the large estate surrounded by all different types of trees, the long gravel driveway led directly to a snow covered three story log cabin. The main floor held large bay windows that revealed a large open living room designed like a rustic modern cabin furnished with leather couches in the main living area. An open kitchen to the right in dark marble with golden cracks all along the counter tops and dark oak wood cabinets. There was a grand piano next to the back door, it looked as if somebody had recently played it- given the sheets of music laying against the bench and on the music stand on the piano. 

Hoseok watches the little omega for a few moments- new snow was gently falling from the sky when she stopped to look at the sky all wrapped up in his jacket and Yoongi's black beanie. She truly was a work of art, the little snowflakes falling against her warm round cheeks and instantly melting against her skin, her eyes closed and she took a deep breath- the kind of breath you take when you finally feel like you're home. 

Everyone settled in for the night taking showers getting changed into clean clothes although Namjoon was the last to take one. He wanted to shower with the new omega, his heart was racing but to be fair- he was the one who found her, he deserves to indulge himself doesn't he?

Although the thought was comforting, making it a reality was the nerve racking part. The large walking oak tree of an omega was scared for once and it wasn't over something that could be easily fixed this time. He just needed to tuck his brain away for a little while- yeah that's it, he'll just let his instincts take over- let his omega ask her for him.

"Y- Y/n?" 

Damn it- that was not how he wanted to sound, his jaw ticks then he takes a deep breath and tries again. "Y/n? Do you want to take a shower with me?" There that was better- jesus at this rate Y/n would think he's not fit to be pack omega and then what? Would she leave all because of him? That would break all of their hearts especially Namjoons, he couldn't bear the thought of losing his omega so quickly when he just barely got his paws on her.

His question though simple and to the point made his mates pause their actions and look up at their pack omega a little bewildered that he was being bolder with another omega around. Y/n being the soft little omega that she truly was sat perched on a barstool, her legs kicking absently since she couldn't reach the floor. She only turned her head when Jimin paused wiping out a wine glass on the other side of the counter and looked behind her.

Her eyes were wide and blown out with all the calming alpha pheromones coating the large room in a thin fog, reaching corners none of them knew existed. She gave him a dopey smile and tilted her head like a puppy. "Yeah I'll take a shower with you Joonie, doing things with other omegas is always so cozy." She chirps and hops off the barstool then toddles over to Namjoon and latches herself onto his arm. The latter looks down at her and somehow her smile burned even brighter nuzzling into his muscular arm and rubbing her wrist against his absently as she held his hand. 

His gaze didn't leave hers for a long while, until he snapped himself out of the trance he was in and ushered the pair of them up the stairs and away from the packs prying eyes. Once they got to the bathroom next to their den with a connecting door in front of the large vanity, Namjoon set two towels down next to the copper sink bowl and turned back to her. Y/n closed the door and began to strip down in front of him shamelessly. Namjoon blushed and turned his back to her with wide eyes focused on the checkered shower curtain as he undressed himself and turned the shower on so it could warm up.

Namjoon has never been with another omega much less a female omega, what if things got heated between them? What if he couldn't control himself with her, the last thing he wanted to happen was him to go feral and hurt her. Son of a bitch Namjoon really needed to get out of his head, she's here, she's safe, she hasn't run away and gives no indication that she will. Namjoon shook his head and took a deep inhale and tilted his head back a little making Y/n giggle at him. 

"You smell nervous and- scared." Her playful expression changed when Namjoon turned around to look at her with red cheeks. Fuck he's screwed. There she stood with her arms behind her back clasped together at her soft hands making her already heavy breasts seem bigger, her voluminous thighs pressed together at the apex hiding her pretty cunt from him. Her squishy tummy, something he had seen plenty of times, was unobscured by the long skirts she used to be in- completely bare to him and that's when his restraint suddenly snapped.

It only took two steps for him to be mere inches from her, easily towering over her short frame. Her eyes widened when he advanced on her so quickly but she leaned into his bubble anyway. The big omega began to purr as he let his instincts have full control of him, throwing away any inhibitions he might have had earlier. 

He dipped his head low and nuzzled into her neck slowly kissing down her throat and put his large hands on her bare hips. Fuck her skin was soft- so doughy under his fingers as he kneaded her hip dips in his hands. Y/n's eyes flutter closed and she quickly wraps an arm around his neck- letting her fingers get lost in his short hair and her opposite hand rest against his narrow waist. 

Namjoons purr rumbled louder as he lead the two of them to the shower his cock beginning to grow against her squishy tummy as he pressed the harder planes of his body against hers. She let out a gasp when the hot water hit her skin and looked up at him. 

"Joonie?"

"Hmm, yeah?"

"Thank you."

After a beat of silence Namjoon looks down at her, his cheeks red and his eyes blown wide. Y/n looked up at him with a smile, she let her hands slip up his broad chest to his neck resting there and keeping him close. Namjoon began to purr again with a light chirp as she pulled him down to her level all this nerves and anxiety coming back in a rush.

It happened so slowly Namjoon barely registered her lips on his until he opened his eyes and pulled back slightly to look her in the eyes at a loss for words. "W-wait why did you..." He mumbled as she nudged her nose against his lovingly. "You're my mate aren't you?" She chirps with a smile then caresses his cheeks and holds his jaw gently. Her large breasts rubbed against him which made him pull her closer by his vice grip on her hips with a low purr, his cock fully erect against her tummy. Y/n lets a gasp slip past her lips and her gaze drops to Namjoons plump lips, her mind is slowly losing the battle to stay coherent.

"Y-yeah I- guess I am." The big omega chuckles and leans in to kiss her again. The kiss starts softly- as softly as Namjoon is able, slowly grinding himself against her making her purr sweetly as she felt his impressive cock press hard against her. 

Namjoon is an omega yes but the size of his cock alone makes him look every bit like an Alpha, he doesn't have a knot to give her like the alpha's do but if he did- all she would have to do is ask for it.

"Fuck, I wanna be inside you pretty." He growled in her ear with his cute hiccup as he lined his cock between her thighs and moved her hips along his cock. He lets out a low grunt as she took over grinding her cunt onto him with whimpers leaving her lips as she became more desperate for him. She grabs his biceps to steady herself, letting out a pitched moan when the tip of his cock slid in and out of her wet cunt and Namjoon instantly flipped her around. Her breasts pressed against the wet tile as did her hands with a yelp as he gripped onto her hips with both hands and pulled her into him. He dragged the tip of his cock along her folds with a moan and his eyes rolled back a little. 

"Let me in omega." He leaned over her body and whispered in her ear acting on pure animalistic instinct, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and let the tip slip in but quickly took it away making Y/n whimper and press back into him. Namjoon chuckles to himself and slowly pushes past her wet folds and not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. He took his time as her warmth encased him making him groan, when he felt the little omega adjust to his size he began to thrust deep and hard inside her and soon began to pick up the pace.

Y/n spread her legs as far as they would go and arched into every thrust making her eyes cross and her tongue hit the back of her bottom lip, panting hard as Namjoon fucked her with reckless abandon. He looked up at her fucked out face and reached forward pressing her tongue down firmly with his index and middle finger which made her groan then his other hand went straight for her clit and started rubbing it in tight circles like a mad man.

Y/n's legs began to shake and she began to suck on his fingers on instinct making Namjoon moan at the lewd sight in front of him. He grits his teeth and lets out a hiss- "God omega, you drive me batshit insane." He growled and leaned down over her body again and began sucking on her shoulder and the curve of her neck. He nipped at her scent gland teasingly and pushed the little omega over the edge, she cried out his name and her walls clenched around his sensitive cock so much some of her sweet juices squirted out the side and down his balls making them tighten.

"I don't have a knot to give you pretty." Namjoon said softly his own orgasm just around the corner as he bit down on her neck, not enough to leave a mark but hard enough to leave small indents of his dull omegan teeth on her skin. Y/n turned her head as much as she could to look at him and smiled. "Don't need knot- just want mate." 

'Just want mate.'

Those three little words were almost better than hearing I love you.

Namjoon wrapped both of his arms around her waist his pace never faltering as he held her as close as possible. His hips jerked a few more times and his cum painted her walls in a thin coat of white. He rested his forehead on her back, panting hard like he just ran a marathon. While he had his face hidden away from her he smiled to himself- his fear of finding another omega and not being able to satisfy them on his own completely washed away by her soft words.

Y/n and Namjoon picked the den nest apart after they had cleaned each other up, the two of them nothing but gooey warm omegas fresh out of the shower. Namjoon would throw a plushie at her every now and again as they did some rearranging to make room for her. She would always act so offended like Seokjin would which brought a smile to his face but instead of his alphas laugh it was Y/n's little giggles. The little sounds that came from her filled the pack omegas heart with so much joy he never wanted her to stop.

After Y/n threw in a few more shirts that belonged to Yoongi into the nest she hopped on the balls of her feet with a few chirps of happiness. She looked to Namjoon like she was asking him if the nest was good. The pack omega just gave her a dimpled smile and smacked her naked ass making her yelp, he crawled in first offering her a hand once he laid down in the middle and she happily accepted.

"Would you look at that. Our two omegas have finally calmed down for the night. Fuck, you two smell like heaven." Jimin growled from the doorway as Yoongi stalked up the stairs. "Smells like a fucking bakery in here." Yoongi says with a purr his lips curled into a snarl trying to control himself then Jimin walked into the den towards the nest and stood at its edge. Namjoon began to growl at his alpha as he stopped at the edge of their nest pulling Y/n closer to him and pressing her belly down onto the nest and crawled over her naked body protectively as he eyed the alpha warily. 

"Take it easy omega, I'm not gonna take her from you." Jimin cooed raising his hands in mock defense when Taehyung made his way up the stairs with Jungkook in tow. As the alpha turned the corner he was knocked back on his feet as he took a deep inhale his eyes rolling back.

"Fucking hell, okay." Is all he could growl out as he advanced on the two omegas but stopped at the edge of the newly made nest the same way Jimin did. Jungkook took the slower approach and cautiously walked up to the large hissing omega who's naked body was pressed against Y/n's like he was trying to protect her from his alphas.

"Your mixed scent nearly took me out princess, are you trying to kill me?" Taehyung asked the little omega who was already lost in omega space- soft and pliable. Meanwhile Namjoon pressed his chin into her shoulder with a gnash of his teeth and a snarl.

"That's enough omega." Seokjin snapped eyes blown wide and cock standing at attention standing against the door frame with Hoseok on the opposite side with a lustful gaze locked on the naked omegas in the nest, palming his own cock with his hand. Seokjin stomped over and grabbed Namjoon by the jaw making him whimper and whine. "Stay just like that for me baby. I'm gonna fuck your tight little hole while you protect what's yours." He bites into his faded mating mark to make a point which makes Namjoon shudder and soften under his rough touch with a haze over his eyes. 

Seokjin smirks and takes his clothes off slowly leaving his shirt in front of Y/n's nose and her eyes nearly roll back as his salty ocean scent invaded her senses. He kneeled behind his pack omega and squirted some lube onto his hand and then his huge cock. Namjoon was big but Seokjin was bigger, maybe it was a pack alpha thing but the man was packing and that was unmistakable. 

"Spread open for me puppy- wanna see you." Seokjins words were instantly followed and he spread them just right, Namjoons cock began to grow against Y/n wet pussy and she pushed back a little her instincts telling her to present herself to her alpha. The show of submission from the smaller omega had Seokjins restraint snapping and he reached low to grab her hip with one hand as the other slowly pressed his cock into Namjoons tight hole making him moan against her shoulder and he began to suck on her skin, so needy.

Jimin had stripped his clothes as did Taehyung, the two alphas made out with each other for a few moments before flanking the omegas on either side. Taehyung moved some of Y/n's hair from her face her eyes were hazy and her tongue hit the back of her bottom lip when Seokjin began to fuck the omega on top of her and she clenched around nothing. Jimin taps her hip a few times then leans forward to whisper into her ear. "Lift your hips for us little dove." He purred making Y/n whimper and her cunt to slicken up immensely, her gooey scent washed over the alphas right from the source. Namjoon arched himself back into Seokjin mumbling something under his breath. With his hips off hers she was able to present herself to the purring alphas by her body.

Taehyung reached between the two omegas and rubbed her slick hole a few times before slipping to her clit making her hips jerk with a needy whine. "Awe look at her, such a needy little knot slut." Jimin chuckled with a sly smirk his fingers gliding across her slick soaked cunt making him moan and slip underneath her. His nimble hands roamed her body as Taehyung kept assaulting her wet hole with his long fingers thrusting in and out of her sloppily.

Yoongi's cock pressed against the confines of his pants leaving a wet spot on them and Jungkook was beside the nest barely seen over Taehyungs shoulders. Hoseok walked over to Namjoon and held his head up as he gave him a droopy doped up smile. "Will you let us love on our new omega pup?" He asked gently with a small smile and a kiss to the lips making him sit upright and press his back against Seokjin's chest as he railed his cock further into his weeping hole, his own slick coating the pack alphas cock just enough to glide in and out of his tight ass. Seokjin wrapped his long fingers against his throat and the other onto his hip sure to leave bruises once they were done. The omega could only let out a whimper and nod his head before it fell back onto the pack alphas shoulder.

Jungkook moved from the edge and into the nest like a hunter eyeing his prey, he grabbed Y/n by her jaw making her look at him as she slowly grinded herself against Jimin cock, his knot already half popped. "You feel how much alpha Jimin needs you omega, look at him half popped and ready to fuck your perfect little cunt." The beta strokes his cock in his hand as he nips at her puffy scent gland at the curve of her neck making her grind down harder. 

Seokjin can be heard in the background cumming hard inside of his first omega with a snarl and a few grunts as he emptied himself deep inside his tight hole. Jimin couldn't take the teasing any more and lifted Y/n's hips and quickly pressed her cunt down on top of him filling her full of his cock. Y/n's eyes rolled back as she began to babble with a few curse words laced into her whimpers as Jimin began to fuck into her. Jungkook lets go of her jaw and levels her mouth to his cock slapping it against her tongue. 

Namjoon choked around Yoongi's cock as the alpha began to face fuck him before he came off with a wet pop. "Omega likes- tongue pressed down." He mumbled before Yoongi took his short hair in his hand and pulled him back onto his girthy cock, Seokjin was still locked into his hole and trembling with every movement Namjoon made on Yoongi's cock spilling even more warm cum into him.

Hoseok kneeled behind Y/n as Jimin fucked her pussy raw, he hummed and tilted his head slightly. "You can take two knots can't you cupcake?" Taehyung chuckled at the nickname simply because the den reeked of pastries and fresh coffee. Jimin reached around her hips and grabbed her ass and pulled it up and spread her wider, the way he disappeared into her cunt repeatedly made the alpha groan and press the head of his cock just above Jimins and somehow start to slide inside of her clenched pussy little by little.

"Relax for us baby, we got you." Taehyung purred gently ghosting his hand down her spine causing her to arch further and spread her legs impossibly wider to accommodate Hoseoks long and girthy cock that finally slipped inside, stretching her cunt to it's limits. She let out a yelp then a pitiful hiss, the burning sensation slowly ebbing away to pure pleasure. "Hmm- fuck that's it pretty. Ah shit- just like that baby." 

Taehyung stroked his cock at the sight next to him while Namjoon was moved about the nest and into Jungkooks arms, the beta gently laying him on his back and pumping Namjoons cock a few times before taking it into his mouth and gagging on it. The pack omega arched his back and clutched the nest underneath him, mumbling and babbling incoherently. 

Jimin stuck his fingers into Y/n's mouth and pressed down on her tongue like Namjoon had mentioned and she instantly started sucking his fingers. Jimin moaned at the feeling of her tongue gliding across the pads of his fingers and pressed down harder. "Fucking hell, looks like we'll have to get a few more chew toys. We got another one with an oral fixation." He chuckled darkly as the omega came hard onto both Hoseok and Jimins cocks making their knots stretch her as they shot ropes of their thick hot cum inside her womb.

"Such a good pup for her mates." Seokjin purred and stalked closer to her on all fours. "Filthy little knot slut- taking two knots at once like that. Hmm, I bet you're nice and stretched for pack alpha now- right puppy?" He hummed mouthing at her pink and puffy scent gland, he wanted nothing more than to bite and claim her as his in this moment- the thick haze of pheromones in the air like a fog of lust and desire and perhaps- love?

Yoongi was on his knees on the opposite side of her where Taehyung had been- the soft alpha had decided it would be best for him to sit this one out for the time being, still pumping his aching cock and his knot nearly popped he just needed more friction if he could find it- he'd take nearly anything at this point. The thick and rich scents were throwing the poor man into a deep alpha head space and somehow he hadn't busted a knot yet.

Namjoon whimpers and whines so loud Yoongi and Seokjins head snap in his direction as the omega watches the two of them lavishing his little omega with affection. "What's wrong puppy? Do you want to do it?" Yoongi asks as he bites Y/n shoulder playfully egging the bigger omega on and nearly making him beg for it. "Come on little one, alpha asked you a question didn't he?" Seokjin purred staring Namjoon in the eyes as he took Hoseoks place and mounted the sloppy omega making her arch back into him ready for more. The steady white trail of the beta and alphas cum mixed with her slick running down her tummy and thighs down onto the bed was fucking ambrosia.

Jimin slides out from under her but not before giving her hard nipples a pinch or two before he walked over to the softer one of the alphas and began to sloppily suck his cock like a man starved. Namjoon couldn't take it anymore, he practically had to pry the stronger beta off of his throbbing edged cock so he could get to his baby, his omega.

Namjoon stubbed her hips with his nose taking a deep inhale then he somehow got his large droopy lumbering body to cooperate long enough to glide underneath her. Y/n looked down at her pack omega with a droopy pheromone filled smile and gave him a kiss to his lips suddenly becoming a little shy herself as she felt the pack alpha notch the angry red tip of his impressive cock against her cum soaked cunt. 

The large omega rubbed her back in soothing circles to help her relax a little. He nudged her legs with his and nuzzled into her neck scenting her as much as he could without her going into an omega drop- which was dangerous enough in itself. Namjoon nearly went into a drop during a heat cycle and had to go to the hospital- needless to say Seokjin and Yoongi both learned the limits of their omega that day.

"I'll give our sweet puppy the knot she so deserves and you precious, will mark her as yours." Seokjin growled as her pink puffy cunt practically winked at him as she clenched around the head of his large cock. Namjoon kept his eyes locked on Y/n's and gave the pack alpha a nod- he was an omega on a mission now. To make sure his baby was safe and cared for- and to make sure she took her knotting like a good little pup should.

With the simple nod Seokjins massive cock slipped in, it burned at first but with her soaked cunt already slick and stretched the burning didn't last for long. The alpha began to thrust into her, setting a punishing pace- Y/n arms immediately turn to jelly and she groans into Namjoons scent gland and starts sucking on it with vigor. Namjoon purrs and wraps his arm around her waist like he did in the shower just earlier- or was it yesterday, it's been hours and he's lost track of time already- pity. He slithered his fingers into her hair to the base of her skull pressing her further into his neck. 

"Want you to mark me when you cum omega." Namjoon purrs he can feel the harsh slap Seokjin gives to her as making her yelp and let out a choked hiccup. Namjoon holds her head up so her fucked out gaze meets his and he kisses her hard his own lust and love lost in the haze of mating this beautiful omega who had captured his heart months ago. 

He reaches between their bodies and easily finds her clit and rubs it tight circles- just the way he knows she loves. Her cunt clenches around Seokjins half popped knot making the alpha lean forward over her and thrust deeper hitting her cervix with each thrust and making her see stars. With a scream of pleasure she came all over Seokjins cock and he let her juices slip into the nest- she bites into Namjoons scent gland so hard he cums untouched onto their full tummies.

"Alphas gonna pup you okay, little omega? You'd like that wouldn't you? To be full and round with my pups?" Seokjin looks at Namjoon through his alpha space haze and gives him a nod of his head signaling he was gonna cum any second now. Y/n lets out a chirp of approval as she laves over the mating mark on Namjoons tanned skin making the omega shudder as the dull punctures close leaving behind a new pink and puffy mate mark just above Yoongi's old sharper more prominent punctures. 

Without further warning Seokjins hips snap against Y/n's and Namjoon is swift to latch onto her shoulder roughly and bite. The simple act of being marked by an alpha mate was nearly drop inducing but an omega mate claiming another omega? That was another world in itself, it felt as though the two omegas could think clearer now- smell more scents than just their own. Y/n loved the way Seokjin's ocean breeze melted with the sweets the two of them gave off. Like a salty sweet caramel delicately placed onto her tongue and Yoongi- fuck, the burn of whiskey and the sting of the mint scent he gave off made both of them want more of it. 

After a few moments Namjoon laves over his dull, claiming punctures with his tongue with a content purr. He held his baby close not wanting to let her go just yet. Seokjin stayed there for a little while longer until his knot deflated enough he could slip out and when he did Y/n clenched so none of the cum would fall out of her ruined cunt.

She lay there on top of her pack omega claimed, sated, and happy for the first time in a long time. She looked into Namjoons eyes, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes that were becoming less and less black the more they stared at each other. She giggled above him with a bright smile and kisses the big omega without a word spoken then nuzzles her nose against the mate mark she just put on him.

She was always afraid of being marked, being claimed so intimately but now- she felt safe, loved, and protected. Namjoon chuckles at her happy display and Seokjin brushes some hair from her face as he laid down beside his babies. Soon the entire pack came into the nest and made a cuddle puddle around their two omegas.

Namjoon and Y/n were in the middle pressed against each other for warmth, Yoongi was at Y/n's back and Seokjins was at Namjoons back. Taehyung and Jimin had tangled themselves within the omegas legs, Jungkook was above the two omegas with his head between theirs and the soft omegas had their foreheads pressed against the betas temples. And Hoseok ever present, was positioned oddly between the omegas at the center nudging his nose absently against Y/n's bare slightly engorged tummy- all of them soon sound asleep.

Y/n was beyond happy- they all were, to have their pack finally complete and wrapped in a warm fuzzy blanket- that feeling was all they could ever need.

~ SO WHAT DID WE THINK? ~I'll be honest though writing this stuff I keep surprising myself not gonna lie. ~The way all of them met was cute, at least to me lol ~ Namjoon makes the cutest fucking omega on the goddamn planet what the actual fuck guys?

[yooboobies]

and that's all that matters to me...

[achillesthv]

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏soulmates . . . ? i mean

[vanillakook]

DOPAMINE (PT. 2) ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: jungkook has a question for mingyu’s sister

paring: brothersbestfriend!jk x fem!reader

info & warnings: explicit language, angst, risky rendezvous, forced proximity, tones of corruption, established crush, sexual tension and slow burn, oral sex (m. receiving), face fucking, hair pulling, manhandling, dom!jk, pretty short but it’s preparing to transition into a much longer pt 3 🙈

a/n : part 2/3! comment to be added to the taglist for this series! first part here: <3

“do you think i’m stupid?”

jungkook’s irritated voice rang through you. you had officially pissed him off, and for the last time at that. annual vacations with your family to jeju were usually jungkook’s favorite. your parents owned a cozy little house by the beach that you went to a few times a year. he had the privilege of getting away from school and work for a week. just a full week of kicking back by the ocean with some beers and seeing his favorite girl in a way too revealing bikini that mingyu planed on burning when you were back at the house. even jihyo tagged along, this being her first vacation with the kim family, to which your parents were ecstatic, and oh– and he’s here. jaehyun.

jungkook knew he didn’t hate anyone... but it was all too easy for him to hate jaehyun, all because of your maniacal actions on this getaway. having jaehyun win stuffed animals for you, sharing boardwalk treats with him, and clinging by his side had been enough for poor jungkook, who really enjoyed annual vacations to jeju. things escalated from a simple boardwalk treat to rubbing sunscreen down your back, and drying you off with his towel after dunking yourself in the ocean. he was no longer enjoying his annual vacation to jeju.

the worst part about it all? it was his fault. he knew you’d never touch jaehyun, not even with a ten foot pole. yet after the moment you and jungkook shared in his car, you might as well. after he dropped you off at home something changed. jungkook was around less and when you needed a favor he was suddenly busy. it was like nothing had mattered. all of the things you had done together, the things you had said, nothing mattered anymore. he left you in the dark, and you were two strangers with a secret now, nothing more. he had to be the bigger person. if jungkook couldn’t tell you no then he would just have to start acting on it, even if it meant ignoring your existence all together.

if jungkook wasn’t going to fuck you, there was someone who wanted to. and who better than jaehyun, who’s pants form a tent when you do as much as smile at him– and who better to flaunt your power around than jungkook. which bought you here, laid out on your beach towel, sipping on your soju mixed cocktail and reading a novel when jungkook came to you with a scowl on his face and a question ready on his tongue.

“do you think i’m stupid?” he couldn’t hold himself together anymore. you were prancing around in a tight bikini and letting another man touch you. a man that wasn’t him. so he took his chance when your brother, jihyo, and jaehyun joined a volleyball game on the far side of the beach. he finally caught you after you made yourself very unattainable during this trip.

“you’re blocking the sun, too big. move.” you moved your sunglasses up on your face.

“listen, come back to the house with me. i think we should talk–”

“about? about how i was another pussy to you, is that the conversation you want to have?” now he had your attention, because talk? about what?

“get up.”

“no.” you turned a page on your book.

“y/n,” a very frustrated jungkook pinched his nose. “i said get the fuck up.”

“and i said no. the fuck do you think you are? my brother?” you spat back.

“nah, i’m worse.”

now you were being dragged by your arm down the beach, up the boardwalk, and back to the house. you stumbled up the sandy porch with your things in hand, jungkook angrily flinging your arm from his tight grip and trailing behind you. once the door was unlocked and you were being pushed inside, coming into the dimmed living area that had sun sneaking in through the curtains. “okay, i’m here. now what? and make it quick because they’re probably looking for us.”

“i let gyu know i walked you back to change.”

“to change? i– okay sure. my parents will be home soon though.”

“they’re out at dinner. so i’ll ask again, do you think i’m stupid? just picking at me, trying to piss me off.” he had you corned, taking another step back with every word that fell from his lips until your bare back hit the door. “you’re gonna get that lil boy hurt y/n. mingyu’s one thing, but me? tsk tsk.” he sucked his teeth. “he won’t walk intact around me.” his voice dropped a few octaves and you had nowhere to look but his disrespectfully, good looking face.

“who’s fault is that?” you couldn’t help the smirk that came onto you when jungkook indirectly confessed just how bothered he was. “you’re the one that’s gonna get him fucking hurt. now hyunnie has to get whacked by mingyu because you wanna ghost me.” jungkook thought it was comical. your mouth was too big for your body, constantly trying him, picking at him, and now you were folding under his strong gaze. his eyes were darker than what they usually were, holding something more intense.

“hyunnie?” he raised his eyebrows, letting out a loud cackle. jungkook actually laughed out loud. “you’re so full of shit. both of you, probably made for each other even.”

“mhm pretty much.” your eyes rolled dramatically. he was close enough to where you were able to poke at his hard chest, landing your finger four times to match the speed of your words. “such. a. fucking. hypocrite– i can’t take you! god forbid i flirt with jaehyun to pass some time. i forgot you’re the only one that can eat my pussy and dip out as if it never happened.”

he put his hands on his waist, shut his eyes, and took a deep long breath. “i never forgot about us, i didn’t want to just forget, but i had to.”

“two months! two jungkook!” you screamed, waved your fingers in front of him. “that’s how long i’ve waited for you to speak to me, touch me– fuck– something! this right here,” you gestured to the little space around you. “i’d rather have us arguing like this than nothing at all!” it was hard to mask the hurt in your voice, it certainly didn’t go unnoticed by jungkook. yet his own jealousy had been too persistent for him to calm down right now.

“and that’s how you went about it? hopping on mediocre dick to spite me?” his voice, his fucking voice. you hated how it made your bikini bottoms cling to your pussy. “have fun fucking on somebody that can’t make you cum. thought that’s what you wanted though, right baby?“

“get a fucking life, jungkook.” you couldn’t even look at the man. probably because the atmosphere was getting thicker and you could hear his voice dripping with the same condescending tone that got you into this mess.

a maniacal smirk spread across his face. he could do this all day with you, he wanted to do this all day. “jaehyun too? mhmm just gonna ruin that boy’s life. that’s cool, when im telling mingyu about his backstabbing friend i wont tell him how much of a slut his lil sis is. secrets safe with me.”

“but you’re gonna leave out how you had his slutty little sister first?” you stepped forward, closing the gap between you. the two of you couldn’t help your wandering eyes, his eyes taking in your lips and sandy skin, yours being stuck on his mosaic of tattoos and the piercing in his lip that you desperately wanted in between your teeth. it was all a matter of who was going to break first now. “going on and on about how pretty my pussy is, so wet and tight for you wasn’t it kookie?”

“mouth way too big for your body, baby.”

“what? can’t handle it? oh and you are fucking stupid by the way. and you’ll look even stupider when jaehyun is balls deep in this–”

“go upstairs.” his voice was so quiet, yet ringing in your ears like bells. his resolve was the thinnest it’s ever been when it’s come to you. “i can show you what’s stupid, come on.” he titled his head towards the stairs, starting up them while you stayed put, defying him for the last time.

“come and get me then.”

just like that, the composure, the respect, all came crashing down. without warning, jungkook tangled his fist in your hair, wrapping the strands around and around until his hand was full. his grip was rough, making sure to make a statement, not with pain, but control. “on your knees. you woke me up now baby.” before you could do you were being forced. here he had you, making you crawl for him while he pulled you along by your hair. like a fucking mutt. it was a scene so lewd and degrading to where you didn’t even think you could muster up the thought of it.

“jungkook– ouch!”

jungkook stopped your journey mid way. with a fistful of your hair still, he turned his half naked body towards you, ducking down just so the metal of his piercing was grazing your ear. “oh uh uh, where’d she go? what happened to my big, bad pretty girl? what? can’t handle it?” he cooed, spitting your words right back at you as he ignored your whining and continued to walk you up the stairs and into your bedroom. a bedroom he’d known since childhood due to how much he and mingyu terrorized you in it during family vacations. now decades later he was dragging you into the same bedroom, ready to fuck some sense into you. still on your knees, you rested yourself against your door and watched him.

“gonna ruin that cute face, but we’re gonna clean up that attitude.” adrenaline ran through you when you realized just how much bigger he was than you. his broad shoulders, veiny forearms, meaty thighs– it had just occurred to you how screwed you were. jungkook yanked down his swim shorts, damp cloth still clinging to his legs and outlining the muscle. he bit back a laugh when he heard the way you audibly gasped when his cock slapped against his stomach. he was already leaking for you, fuck he’s been leaking since your tits were ready to fall out of that excuse of a bathing suit.

“clean up my attitude?” and still your mouth was moving. “if you can–” jungkook quickly made use of your mouth, taking ahold of your locks again and sank inside of your warmth. deeper, deeper, deeper, until you became a drooling, slobbery, babbling mess who struggled to adjust to his size. he mustered up a groan when he began moving. bottoming out, dragging himself back down your warm tongue, and leaving you just to suck on his tip. he repeated the same motion which felt like a thousand times over. you breathed in sharply when bullied his cock just deep enough into your hole so that your nose tickled his pelvis. tears started to prick your eyes, your face flushed with violent heat, along with muffled cries for him to slow down. your cunt had a mind of its own, only wanting his torture to continue further.

“aht aht. pretty girls don’t talk with their mouths full.” this was who he really was, mocking and plain evil. “that’s how you listen? when you’re full of my cock huh?” no response. now you were being pulled up for air, your once comfortable and full mouth now deserted. he held his thick cock in one hand and your hair in the other. “i asked you a question doll.”

you nodded slowly through stained tears and plump, glistening lips. slow nods transitioned to quick and now he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. his snippy girl finally had no more fight left in her. “i– i listen.” you nodded frantically. “i listen when im full of you.”

“full of me? use all those nasty words you learned.”

“i listen when im full of your cock koo.”

a laugh rumbled through him, now it’s koo and kookie again when he’s making a mess out of you. “well look at that, i fucked this cute hole into obedience.” he pushed himself back down your throat with the goal of watching you slurp up his nut– until you both heard the front door creak open, followed by the familiar footstep pattern of none other than–

your brother.

your face morphed with panic, trying to push back at the same man you weren’t supposed to be giving into. jungkook wasn’t letting you off easy, you were going to finish exactly what you started. he didn’t give a fuck who came in, he wasn’t done with you. so if he had to finish you off with your brother knocking on the other side of your door so be it. “y/n! jungkook! where are you guys?!” mingyu called throughout the quiet house. your names rang from each end that he searched. “guys? you’ve been gone for like an hour!” your fear filled eyes locked with a way too calm jungkook who did nothing but move to lock your door and hit the back of your mouth with his tip again. his tatted finger went up to his lips and now you were wondering if you’d come out of this alive.

both of you.

“gyu!” jungkook called out. you could hear your brothers footsteps get closer until they stopped at your door. your heart thumped against your chest so loudly you felt like he could hear. he tried the door, jiggling the knob. “hey man calm down, i’m naked.”

“naked? in here?” mingyu said with disbelief.

“relax, y/n just let me use her bathroom. you know her room has the best shower,” he sounded completely at ease. way too at ease for someone face fucking his best friends sister. “she isn’t here, changed and went back out to the boardwalk, you probably walked past her.”

mingyu sighed. “fucking figured, all her shit is all over the living room. just dropped it and went back out?” why did the thrill of potentially being caught have you opening your mouth wider, tongue resting against the underside of his shaft while you waited for him to spill into your mouth. “we’re finishing up on the beach though now. also we’re doing snores tonight, so we might have to make a store run. she left her phone downstairs so if you see her just let her know.”

“gotcha, i’ll be– sshit–” jungkook didn’t mean for that to come out as a grunt, but he was so close and you felt so goddamn good. “i’ll be on the lookout for her.” he said just as he spilled down your throat. he kept himself so well put with mingyu on the other side, you’d think he’s snuck around like this before.

“thanks man, and hey, i’m glad you and y/n are talking again. hated this vacation at first.” you heard mingyu strut back down the stairs. you felt like you could breathe once you heard the front door slam shut. jungkook pulled your head up, his cock dropping from your mouth with a pop! he didn’t even have to tell you to swallow. it was already done, and you were already showing him that you swallowed it all like the big girl he knew you were.

“did so well for me doll, s’ pretty and all mine.” he caressed your face with gentleness after using you as if you were nothing to him. you’d never done something like this, so lewd and obscene. now you felt like an addict, aching for your next fix. jungkook’s jaw tensed as he gazed at you, a flicker of guilt breaking through his cocky exterior. “if we’re going to do this, we need some ground rules… are you sure you want this?” he said firmly, though his touch betrayed his reluctance to let you go.

“jungkook,” you sighed softly. “we’re too far gone.”

“i didn’t ask you that. i asked you if you want this.”

you stared at him, the weight of his question settling in your chest. “this is all i’ve ever wanted,” you whispered, the words barely audible but firm. jungkook’s eyes softened for a split second before a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“good,” he muttered, pulling you up from your spot in the floor and into his arms. his mouth was on yours before you could say another word, firm and demanding, yet fleeting enough to leave you wanting more. when he pulled back, the cocky glint in his eyes was back in full force. “see how you just saved a man’s life? your little boyfriend gets to live.”

You rolled your eyes. “you’re insufferable, you know that?” you shot back, grabbing a nearby throw pillow and launching it at him. He dodged it effortlessly, laughing as he caught your wrist before you could grab something else.

“had you choking on this insufferable dick though,” he quipped, his hand lingering a moment too long before he finally let go. the moment he did you landed a hard punch on his chest. “now, get dressed, with actual clothes.” as much as he liked looking, you were no longer prancing around like that for as long as jaehyun was here. in fact, jungkook was declaring him banned from any family vacations from here on out.

“i hate you.” you said, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you as you followed him into your bathroom.

later on that night while the boys were helping setting up with your parents, you and jihyo stayed in the kitchen to prepare some smores. you thought you were the only one who knew about your secret rendezvous with jungkook, to which you were about to learn– was completely wrong. as you and jihyo yapped about everything under the sun you learned a lot about her that you’d prefer you didn’t know. yet she knew more about you than you did. “jihyo– okay ew. anymore talk about my brothers private parts and no one’s having smores because my throw up will be covering them.” you cringed for hopefully the last time after she thought it was hilarious to tell you how good mingyu was with his tongue.

“okay fine, you then lil gyu.” she grinned deviously, nudging your side while assembling the smores stack. “someone’s been pinning after you, how’s that going?”

“oh– me and jaehyun? that’s never gonna happen,” you let out a nervous giggle. “he’s nice and all but not my type. gyu also wouldn’t ever let me date his friends. over before it started.”

jihyo’s silence and smile only grew. “i wasn’t talking about jaehyun… in fact, i think you guys are more obvious than you realize.” you froze. before letting panic settle you remembered, it’s just jihyo. however you still looked around the perimeter of the kitchen and living room, even glancing at the sliding patio doors to make sure mingyu was far away from them.

your hands stopped their actions and you breathed in once, a heavy sigh following. “do we make it too obvious?”

“umm with that cold war that you two dragged everyone else into? hell fucking yes!” she turned to you dramatically, growing serious for a moment. “don’t worry, mingyu doesn’t have enough brain cells for it to click for him yet.”

you stared outside, taking in the sight of your parents joking around with jungkook. jaehyun and mingyu were still throwing wood into the pit, ready to chuck one at jungkook for being the one with the most muscle yet not helping. “do you think he’ll be mad at us? at him?” jihyo gave you a small pout at first, but her lips quirked into a smile. you never cared about yourself in this situation. you knew you’d always be mingyu’s sister, his full fledged family.

but would jungkook always be mingyu’s friend?

jihyo walked you over to a stool and sat you down. she took your hands in hers and gave you the best she could. “i think it’ll be… an adjustment. there’s no thought in the back of his head telling him jungkook might have feelings for you. so when he knows, yeah he might be taken aback.” in other words, mingyu was going to have yours and jungkook’s heads on a stick. she tried to sugar coat it as much as she could, but you knew her sweet words for you had a double meaning.

“feelings?” you could laugh out loud. “if you count feelings as leaving me high and dry and then randomly deciding to look at me again when you feel threatened by someone else then yeah, feelings… i guess. we’re still working out the kinks.”

now you had jihyo laughing out loud, slapping her knee even. “you two don’t even have to acknowledge each other. it’s seeping off of you. you really are lil gyu, plain ole stupid.” the two of you giggled like schoolgirls, hitting each other lightly. it felt good to have someone to speak to about this. your friends were heavy liabilities, if they knew then mingyu knew. you couldn’t even speak to your sibling, and you couldn’t even imagine his hurt when he’d find out. suddenly all the cares you never had were coming to the surface, you understand jungkook now. could you… really do this?

your thoughts were interrupted by three rowdy, hungry boys who made their way through the sliding doors and into the kitchen. in just a matter of seconds they had managed to steal half of your prepared smores stacks, which earned them a nice scolding from a very mean jihyo.

as the banter continued between the five of you, it had been distracting you long enough to realize that jaehyun’s repeated attempts at you had finally come to a halt. mingyu must have given him a stern talking to while jungkook was busy dragging you to the house to give you an equally stern face fucking. with a few beers cracked open and everyone working in tandem on the smores, there left a lot of room for usually unnoticed things to start coming to light.

mingyu, who was still lazily holding jihyo’s waist, suddenly straightened as the chatter in the kitchen became background noise. he took another swig of his beer, but his eyes stayed locked on the way jungkook leaned slightly toward you, his shoulder brushing yours as you both laughed softly at something only the two of you could hear.

it wasn’t anything obvious—no stolen glances or shy touches— but just the way jungkook’s body naturally angled toward you, like he couldn’t help it.

mingyu’s grip tightened on the beer bottle, his gaze narrowing ever so slightly. he knew jungkook well—better than anyone—and this wasn’t just friendly. realization hadn’t settled just yet, maybe he was just mistaken, reading too much into it.

it was just odd. the way your smile lingered just a bit longer for him than anyone else, it was odd.

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[dollgguk]

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[koosmicmoon]

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[marxy-06]

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[arcadia345]

Astrology observations🪷

Birthday post🥳

Minors DNI🔞

Not a real astrologer just my observations :)

Now offering aura & synastry readings

❀ Question for Gemini/3rd house moons do y’all like sleeping anywhere else but yawls bed like your siblings room the couch over a friend‘s house you just usually don’t sleep in your bed for some reason?

❀ Venus in 10th synastry and their habit of subtly admiring eachother and their work/hobbies esp the Venus person.

❀ Saturn/cap in the 2nd likes to steal??👀 or they tend to get stolen from

❀ Aries moons mothers could’ve wanted independence from the fathers at some point in time. Independence seems to be a big theme for this moon sign.

❀ Moon/venus in 11th natals don’t be surprised if your (online)friends are deeply in love with you🤭it usually starts off as them just caring deeply about your feelings and wellbeing but it can easily turn into obsession/love

❀ Mercury and Capricorn in big 5 natal could give sexy veiny hands🥴*inserts black and white grainy filter* I wouldn’t mind a good neck squeezing from them lol

❀ Also I don’t think people realize how closely Capricorn/Saturn is to the occult, people usually just group it with the 8th house but intuitively I know esp as a cap myself that we tend to have hidden practices/practice secretly

❀ Prominent 12th/9th house placements in composite could like to drink/ do dr*gs while together. It’s like everyday a party when you two are together 😎

❀ Aries Eros composite gives summer fling vibez

❀ The best way I can explain Aries women’s energy is like a thong stuck in your 🍑 a little unsettling but yk what time it is 😏

❀ Aries/Scorpio, mercury/Saturn moon signs have their 🍒s pierced (if not then this is your signn)

❀ Neptune in 8th have sm family secrets

❀ I’m jealous of Taurus 2°14°26°/ 2nd house moons and their soft skins and juicy lips. They most likely was the child that cause the least problems they also tend to be homebodies. Their natural aroma can be intoxicating. They have a Knick for wardrobe they’re true to this not new to this🤫 even if they didn’t have a lot of money growing up they were the ones you always seen playing dress up/ meddling in someones closet/dressers. You could say they were the mothers “favorite” child because they do what their told until they don’t…then the mom may start giving Scorpio moon vibes to the child.

Learning that JHope is a Taurus moon made sm sense😭 show anyone a baby pic of him and watch them start plotting on how they’d k*dnap him💀 he just look like such a sweet child that causes 0 problems whos easily content

❀ I feel like cancer placements esp moon could be looked over a lot of times they’re just really chill energy wise most of the time but when you get to know them they’re really full of life

❀ Sag moons either live with older/elder people or they were the kid that was outside almost everyday or both!

>a peak of my Sign Lore series. Should I start w ♋️ babez first?<

❀ Sorry not sorry but I love coming for Scorpios necks e very time I post😅🤣 someone said under all that intensity and mysteriousness they’re the most basic/bubbly people you know and I agree! They’re really simple people when it comes to what they want just like their sister sign Taurus. They love to have control(or at least pretend like they have it)which is understandable when their lives have been a story of uprooting and transformation. Scorpio rising’s have Leo in the 10th(the highest point in ur chart) they’re naturally charismatic and goofy people, they easily attract attention just by being their authentic selves. Also they couldve been the child that didn’t receive the correct/ right amount of attention growing up. A lot of their problems could’ve been overlooked growing up:(. They crave the same love & loyalty that they give out. As u know the sun scorches anything that comes near it just like Scorpios they’re intensity can drive people away most times so it gets lonely at the top yk?

That’s it for now 🌀🩵🌺🌀

[f4iryhopie]

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[httpjungkookcom]

CYBER BOY | JJK (m)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 12K, not bad!

Genre | Android! Jungkook x Grad Student! Reader, Fluff, Smut

Summary | Jimin, as much as you love him, is a major pain in your ass. After dragging you to his store against your will (literally) you end up with; the newly manufactured, eerily human Jungkook android model. He's so human, you begin to have questions.

Index | A lot of fluff, reader is terrified, Jungkook is a sweetheart, Jungkook is absolutely whipped, Jungkook is good at anything and everything you could think of, including pleasing you ;), soft smut, Jungkook just wants you to feel good

A/N | You don't really need to know the lore of Detroit Become Human, it's just briefly mentioned in the story. Cyber Life is basically a manufacturer of robots/androids, that's really all the background you need for the story. Enjoy! <3

Jimin’s very busy today talking your ear off. Well, more than normal you should say. Two weeks ago he scored this huge paid internship with CyberLife, a company that currently holds a monopoly over all other tech companies with its superior android manufacturing, innovative technology, and competitive prices that “Are to sure surpass your expectations.” He was ecstatic, going on about how maybe they’ll gift him an android as an intern present (spoiler alert, they did not.) Regardless, they pay him very well for an internship and he loves their technology so he’s still happy. Now, it’s something about a new android he’s droning on about. 

“No, I don’t think you understand Y/n.” Jimin clarifies, walking alongside you on the campus pathway. “One in the entire world, only one is being made.” 

“I understand plenty, Jim.” You genuinely laugh, side-eyeing him as he questions your intelligence. “I think I understood the first time you said there’s only one, and the second time, and the third, and now the hundredth.” 

“And you don’t even want to see him?! I don’t understand!!” Jimin almost yells, wide eyes as he turns to you to emphasize his point. 

Ever since Jimin scored the internship, you constantly refuse to ever step foot in the company. Mostly because you know Jimin would try to market to you, and he’s got a reputation for never getting told no. That’s the excuse you always gave, telling him off every time he’d talk about the “low low price of 4,999 dollars!” Secondly, the androids freak you out a bit. They’re hyper-realistic, all the way down to every single man-made eyelash on their face. You’re sure if you look close enough, you could probably see fake pores. 

However, you don’t hate artificial intelligence at all, nor are you a part of the momentum-gaining group of “androids are stealing our jobs, and ruining society!” You suppose for you, it’s just how realistic they look, act, speak, and walk. Everything about them is human-like. Maybe if they had a Siri-sounding voice, or walked stiff, maybe you’d get behind the idea of owning one. 

“You would try and get me to buy it, why are you saying him? You never do that Jimin?” You ask, laughing softly. “What, you got a crush on him?” You raise your brows, elbowing him with your hands remaining in your pockets, cold air waiting for the opportunity to bite at your skin. 

Jimin scoffs in defense, pretending you offended him as he shoves you away. “We were told to market it as him because he’s so realistic most people apparently won’t know the difference.” 

“…And you want me to buy that thing!?! An android that is so human you can’t even tell?!” You ask, feet stopping in their tracks. “Jimin, you’re out of your mind.” You roll your eyes, beginning to turn around, and instead, make your way to your apartment complex. 

“Nooo, at least walk me to the store like always. This isn’t fair!” Jimin complains like a child, stomping his feet softly in the thin layer of snow that’s beginning to form on the sidewalk. “I just wanted to tell you because I think it’s interesting, I promise I won’t market him to you.” 

“You’re a liar.” You turn back, unable to fight back the smile as you walk up to him. “Fine, let’s get going before it starts snowing harder. I’d hate for you to be covered in it and you ruin all your bots with the liquid.” Sticking out your tongue, Jimin mimics you as he does it back. 

“It wouldn’t ruin them, c'mon Y/n. They’re waterproof.” 

“Jimin.”

“Right, sorry sorry.”

Jimin stops talking about androids for the rest of the walk, instead beginning his daily oversharing session, as he vents about this mystery boy “Taehyung” he’s been seeing. Jimin claims he’s always on campus, everywhere, but you have yet to see him. Secretly, you’re starting to believe Jimin is making parts of him up. He wraps up the rant as you approach the door, “Anyways, he seems genuinely sweet. I think I’ll give it a chance.”

“Yeah, I also think he seems nice. Maybe it’ll be worth it.” You shrug, beginning to pull your arm away from Jimin’s where they’re interlinked. 

“Just like…you should give our androids a chance.” You're dragged into the store before you can even get another word in, Jimin locking down extra hard on your arm in case you fight it. As the doors close behind the both of you, you finally give in. “That big box over there, that’s our new one-of-a-kind boy.” Jimin beams, walking you over to it. There’s only the logo of cyber life on the front, no model codes, details, or specifications anywhere to be seen. 

“So, what’s he look like?” You ask, finally able to pry your arm away from Jimin’s chokehold. 

“I don’t know.” 

“What do you mean you don’t know??” 

“Exactly what I mean, I don’t know.” Jimin spits jokingly, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “CyberLife is keeping all the details under wraps, I suppose whoever gets him is the first to find out. Personally, I think it’s to see if people recognize it as an android if the owner takes him out into public.” The information feels like whiplash, as does the mixing of it, him, and owner. 

“That is the freakiest thing I’ve ever heard.” You laugh. “So, how much is he going for?” You shrug as Jimin smirks at you, eventually punching his arm. 

“What, you want him?” He earns himself another punch. “He’s not.” 

“Jimin, what the fuck? Is this an empty box???” You're now beginning to think Jimin is fucking with you. Maybe a prank to see how gullible you are to the information he tells you, never really questioning his nerdy rants. “No characteristics, no price, let me guess, no name next huh?” 

“Ding ding ding.” Jimin chuckles. “The model doesn’t have a name. He introduces himself to his owner one-on-one.” 

“I’m leaving.” 

“Wait wait wait, don’t you want to know how you can get him if he’s not for sale?” He coaxes you back to the box laughing the entire time as he speaks. Once again grabbing you so you don’t have a chance to run away, you’re left trapped. If the androids surrounding you in the store are already this realistic, you’re a bit afraid to see what’s in the box honestly. “Aren’t you at least a bit curious, an android not up for sale hm?” 

“With the information you just gave me, it’s an empty box up for sale,” You complain, ready to go home and cozy up on the couch with this weather. It’s cold, wet, and you’re already slipping into your winter break laziness. 

“It's a raffle.” 

“Oh great.” 

“I’ll enter you into it.” Jimin beams, running over to a computer behind the cashier counter. You groan loudly, beginning to follow him to stop his antics. “Uhm ma’am, employees only beyond this point.” Jimin changes his tone to his customer service voice, holding a hand in front of your face. “I’ll be with you in one moment.” 

“Jimin, this isn’t funny. I’m going to kick your ass,” You complain, glancing over your shoulder to the large box behind you as if he’d pop out at any moment. “I don’t even want the opportunity to own him, people would probably kill others over him.”

“One moment, please ma’am,” He speaks, breaking up into laughter throughout his sentence. You’re helpless as you stand at the counter, watching in disbelief as he types in all of your information faster than the speed of light.

“I wish we never sat next to each other in Introduction to Computer Science.” You laugh, watching him click submit before making his way back to where you stand by the box. 

“Raffle results come out tomorrow. That’s why I had to drag you here.” Jimin beams, “If you don’t want him, you can always give him to me.” 

Faking a gag, you begin your way out of the store. “I'm going home, Jimin. I'm gonna be spending my winter break alone, android-less, binge-watching movies, so feel free to stop by.” You smile, waving to him from the door. Jimin inserts some snarky remark that you don’t really catch, rolling your eyes at him through the window regardless. 

Doing exactly as you promised yourself, you all but melt into the soft bed you’ve been in a long-distance relationship with the entire semester. Now, you’re able to catch up with spring classes being an entire month away. You spend the rest of your afternoon double-checking that all of your assignments are in before allowing yourself to sleep. The next day, you begin your marathons, finally catching up on all the shows you said you’d watch. With a content sigh, you begin your second binge-watching marathon of the break. It’s cut short just one episode in, a small knock catching your attention. Following it, it’s your front door. 

“Hi, Jimin, do you wanna-“ It’s not Jimin standing on the other side of the door, not at all. There are two tall men, with a big box placed in the middle of either one of them. “Oh, sorry. I was expecting someone else. How can I help you guys?” 

“Is this the residence of Y/n L/n?” One asks, making your throat run dry as you glance at the box behind them. “If you could just sign off on your delivery, free of charge provided by the company.” Glancing down at the paper presented, CyberLife. Shaky hands sign a sloppy signature, the movers quickly move in and place the box in the middle of the walkway before rushing off. Closing the door behind you, you’re at a loss. 

Wouldn’t they call you if you won? Or an email? Or mail? Who in their right mind just comes and delivers such an expensive and precious item without some sort of confirmation beforehand??? Your normally cozy and comfortable apartment suddenly feels too small with the box in it, another human-like thing occupying the space. 

“Jimin?!” This has to be a prank, Jimin has to be laughing his ass off in this stupid box. With caution, you press an ear against the metal and try to hear laughing, snorting, breathing, anything. The box is white and blue, only confirming the high possibility of an android being inside. “Jimin, if you're in this box, I’m going to kill you for real this time.” You give a fair warning, pressing and pulling hard on the side handle. It opens smoothly, the door not even creaking once as you pull it open. 

You jump hard as you peek into it, not Jimin. Definitely not Jimin. Hiding behind the door, you peek once more into the inside to take in the sight. He’s…pretty? Somehow his android skin is activated without even being turned on yet, hair styled with his bangs pushed back from his forehead. His nose is slightly large, but it fits his face perfectly. There’s a small mole underneath his lower lip that you think is an interesting addition to an android model. 

With a hard beating heart that feels as though it’ll burst through your rib cage, you abandon your protection. There’s an owner's manual placed neatly in front of his body that you pick up with shaky hands. Activate your android by pressing on its led sensor for 10 seconds. It’s the longest 10 seconds of your life, heart hammering against your bones.

His eyes slowly peel open, blinking a couple of times as he takes in his surroundings. Human, scarily human. He’s careful of your reaction as he steps out of his box to not scare you too badly, pushing the door closed behind him to create more room in the small apartment. “Hello, I’m Jungkook.” 

There it is. 

You don’t answer, prompting him to continue introducing himself. “I’m a one-of-a-kind android that was beneficial for promotional purposes, but mainly I'm built to be the best companion possible for my owner. I possess old and new features that are designed to make the everyday life of my companion significantly better.” 

“Jungkook?” You mumble, his name feels way too human. “What’s your full name?” 

“Jeon Jungkook, from Busan, South Korea.” You could throw up everywhere, the realistic bot smiling softly as he stands in front of you. 

“Yeah, yeah sorry. I’m Y/n. …you are an android, right? Do you mind if I, uh?” You gesture to his chest. Your brain is struggling to believe he’s an android and not some sort of joke sent to you. Jungkook happily obliges, removing his synthetic skin and popping open his chest panel. Stepping a bit closer, you can definitely confirm that they are CyberLife organs and blue blood. “Okay, sorry I’m just having trouble adjusting, that’s all,” You mumble, closing his panel for him. 

“There is usually an adjustment period for new owners. Have you had another android in the past?” Jungkook asks, glancing around your apartment for any sign of one. He takes a couple of steps away from the box, feet making no noise despite being a giant piece of what is essentially machinery. Freaky.

“Oh, no no. It’s not that I’ve been against it, I just haven’t had the money or need for one I suppose.” You explain, feeling like you owe him an explanation as to why you don’t have an earlier model. “I’m a grad student, you see?” 

Jungkook nods softly, gesturing to the couch for you to sit down. You follow, a bit confused as to what this could possibly be about. It feels as though he’s about to break up with you, making you laugh softly to yourself as you sit on the opposite side of the couch. “I’m not sure what needs you have, but just let me know and I will do my best to fulfill them. This can range from construction, gardening, cooking, cleaning, companionship, intimacy, etc.” 

“Intimacy, what does that even mean in terms of an android?” 

“Some androids are designed to carry out human wants and desires for sexual intercourse-”

“Okay, okay, sorry I asked.” You cut Jungkook off before he can give you the long, likely in-depth explanation of their usage. “So, what do you want to do around here? I mean it’s just me, so it’ll probably get pretty lonely unless you come to my classes with me.” You chuckle. “I mean, it’s not very big but it’s comfortable, feel free to help yourself to whatever you’d like.” 

“I want to do what you want me to do, Y/n,” Jungkook answers, speaking like a true CyberLife android, a computer.

“God, it’s so weird.” You complain. “You look so human but act like you’re an android, so it’s just throwing me off.” You smile softly, watching as he smiles back. His smile is pretty, perfectly aligned teeth on full display. When he smiles hard, small wrinkles form in the corners of his eyes which you find oddly endearing. “Your LED also is barely noticeable, just all of it together tricks my mind into thinking you’re a human.” 

“That’s how I was engineered, with that in mind.” He smiles, “I don’t think I’ll be mass-marketed due to how human my design is, it would likely cause unrest within society.” You nod along to that, it most definitely would only make the anti-android movement worse. “If you’d like, I can adjust my LED to be more of the stereotypical android look.”

“No, no that’s okay. I like you however you present yourself. But, can you change your hairstyle? It’s just a bit too CyberLife, fresh out of the package if you want to go out in public later on.” You shrug, once again feeling the need to explain to him. He does, switching through various hairstyles before deciding on one. It’s slightly longer, with soft waves making it look fluffier than before. It’s still just as dark, but it suits him. 

“I can also simulate body modifications such as piercings, tattoos, scarification, split tongue, stretched lobes, whatever you would wish for me to look like,” Jungkook informs, once again sounding fresh out of the box. 

“You do whichever ones you’d like, Jungkook. It’s your body, fake or not.” You smile, watching as he shuffles through the catalog of options in his head. A giant smile overtakes his face as he comes out with two face piercings, a couple of ear ones, and most notably his tattoo sleeve. 

“Uhm, is this okay? I can always change my setting back if you prefer it-”

“It’s okay, Jungkook. We gotta get you out of your default settings, jeez.” You laugh. “I’m not really sure what to do now, I was watching a TV show if you’d like to watch it with me?”

“I’d love to.” He beams, watching as you jog into your room. (You forgot the name of it already, mind racing 1000 miles a minute with everything going on.) You come back out with blankets to hide it, handing him one as you set up the living room TV. “I’d also love to make you dinner while we watch, would that be okay?”

“Kook, YES. I don’t mind what you do unless it’s like actively punching holes in my drywall. Then maybe I’ll draw the line.” You joke, finally earning a laugh from him. It’s contagious, spreading over to you as you giggle along. You don’t think you’ve completely wrapped your brain around the fact that he’s one of a kind, purposely engineered to basically do anything and everything, and so annoyingly pretty as he sits in your small apartment content as ever. “Also, I’m not sure if you notice, but your footsteps make almost no noise. It’s okay to make sounds. I think if you walk around here completely silent you'll probably scare the shit out of me.”

“Noted.” Jungkook chuckles, sliding off of the couch and making his way into the kitchen. He makes more noise this time, and it’s much more comfortable that way. The soft knocking of pots and pans fills the background, not enough to be annoying but enough to let you know there is someone else here. Maybe, and you’d never ever admit it to Jimin, his addition to your home is starting to feel like it will be a welcomed one.

Getting used to having another person, an android, in the house is a learning experience. The following morning after he was delivered, you had completely forgotten all about him in your half-awake state. After using the bathroom, your feet shuffle out into the kitchen in search of any sustenance before you start the day, Jimin already texting you to ensure you guys are still on for your morning coffee run and walk to the CyberLife store.

“Good morning, I made you-”

You’ve never screamed so loud, so early in the morning. You’re sure you woke up all of your neighbors in a 5-door radius, along with the incoming noise complaint that is surely on its way. You screamed so loud that Jungkook has to recalibrate his audio processing system, standing still for multiple minutes as it reboots. 

“Sorry, sorry Kook.” You cackle after the initial fright, hands holding your stomach as you almost cry from laughter. “Adjustment period, remember when you said that?” You laugh harder, making your way over to him.  Jungkook laughs softly along with you, not nearly as hard but he feels happy seeing you so happy. He grins hard as you wipe away your tears, your stomach hurting from just how hard you're laughing. “Okay, okay, that’s enough. I have to stop.” With another glance at Jungkook in the kitchen, you’re cracking up again. 

“Y/n! I thought I’d be nice and make you breakfast!” Jungkook whines as you continue laughing at him, unable to hold it back for longer than one-minute intervals. You slowly calm down over the course of the next 10 minutes, forcing yourself to not think about it. “Anyway, I made you a breakfast sandwich. I’m not sure if you have anything to do today but-” Jungkook stops talking as he notices your chest heaving, trying hard not to laugh. “Are you-are you serious?? You can't even look at me huh?” Jungkook cracks, smiling hard. 

At this point, there are tears rolling down your face. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, I’m done for real this time. Just had to get it out of my system.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” Jungkook jokes, putting the plate in front of you regardless of you continuing to giggle every now and then. 

“I’m not sure what you’d like to do today, but I’m gonna go out with a friend for a bit. There’s not much to do here, I’m normally used to being out all the time, but there’s Netflix, Hulu, Disney, whatever you’d like to watch.” You talk in between bites, rushing as you inhale the food. You get ready quickly, awkwardly side-hug Jungkook as a goodbye, and rush off to meet up with Jimin.

Jimin is as ecstatic as ever, going on and on about who he thinks got the android in yesterday’s raffle. He gets his hopes up a bit before going to the store, coming up with the idea that maybe no one won and he’ll be unboxed today. Nerves flood throughout your body, your mind thinking back to the sweet boy that made you breakfast this morning. “Anyway, what’re you up to today?” Jimin sighs after his excitement, strolling along the sidewalk with his drink in hand. 

“Probably a bit of holiday shopping, and hanging out with a friend-”

“A friend?! Who? Do I know them?” He interrupts you, immediately questioning. 

“No, no I don’t think you do. He’s a family friend of my mom’s side-”

“HE?”

“I hate talking to you.” You laugh, no longer feeling the need to continue talking about it. You ignore Jimin’s prying questions, favoring dismissing all of them. What’s he look like? Where’s he from? Is he cute? What’s his name? Is he nice? Jimin brings up anything and everything. “Okay, we’re here, oh noooo.” You chuckle, pretending to be disappointed. 

“I’ll find out eventually.” Jimin sticks his tongue out at you before entering the store. He’s beyond disappointed that the box is no longer sitting in the store, texting you about it as you walk home.

Coming home, you’re a bit more prepared as you enter your apartment, spotting Jungkook in the living room. The upcoming week is your adjustment period, slowly becoming less and less spooked by his presence in your cozy home. Jungkook has learned to turn down his hearing slightly in the mornings until you get used to him, no longer having to re-coordinate his processing system constantly. You’ve also warmed up a lot to him over the week, the sweet android quickly becoming a part of your everyday life and holding a fond place in your heart. You’ve made movie nights become a ritual, cuddling up to Jungkook on colder nights. (He’s aware and even adjusts his systems to make himself put out more heat for you.) 

Jungkook is also the best listener you know, listening and taking in all of the stories you’re willing to tell him. He knows a lot about Jimin, as you seem to hang out with him the most. He had dumbly asked if he was your boyfriend, sending you into another laughing fit you were unable to stop. Along with this, he’s started accompanying you out more. Jungkook comes on grocery runs with you, goes to the library with you, goes to the nearby cafe you frequent, and even begins joining you on nights out at clubs. It’s scary how no one realizes he’s an android and doesn’t even bat an eye at him even in android-free spaces.

Most nights out, Jungkook has to fight you into bed in your tipsy state. You appreciate him for it, and all of the patience he shows you. “Y/n, let me take off your makeup.” Jungkook giggles softly, sitting on the edge of the bed as he holds a makeup wipe in his hand. He’s carefully holding your ankle in his palm, keeping you from sliding head first off the bed if you move too much. As you shuffle around to better lay on the bed, he no longer needs to restrain you. Currently, you have the spins, holding onto Jungkook’s clothes in a death grip to ground yourself. Jungkook smiles softly at you. “It’ll just take two seconds, come here.” 

You finally oblige, shuffling around to place your head in his lap. “Do your worst, pretty boy.” You slur slightly, smiling up at him. 

“Pretty boy?” Kook raises a brow at you.

“Mhmm, my pretty boy.” You nod, wearing a soft smile as Jungkook wipes your makeup off. “You wanna sleep with me?”

“Sorry?” Jungkook almost chokes on his fake spit. 

“You’re warm, come, lay down.” You coax him, pulling him down. You’re not laying on the bed the right way at all, heads laying at the foot of the bed. You’re also slightly diagonal, not caring at all as you cuddle close to him for warmth. Jungkook smiles hard as you nuzzle into his chest, one of your legs swinging over his. “Warm, soft.” You hum. You get the best sleep of your entire life, and it now becomes a normal thing for Jungkook to lay with you. 

You learn a lot about him during this time as well. One, Jungkook can taste and eat as his program allows him to. He doesn’t need to at all, but once again he was built for companionship and he can’t think of anything sadder than people eating meals alone. You had learned this when Jungkook offered to eat with you, confusing you to hell and back before actually explaining. Now, you always make him get something when you guys go out in public, to really sell the whole he’s just a human drinking his overpriced cafe drink!! Considering other androids don't eat or drink anything other than blue blood, it really adds to his non-android appearance.

Two, he’s been programmed to be good at absolutely everything. 

Personal fitness: Jungkook is more than happy to accompany you on jogs, encouraging you but also giving you the peace of mind you need when running through rough parts of town. Along with this, he somehow is able to calculate your strides and distance, which you believe blindly and don’t even question. Lastly, he’s able to carry water and electrolyte snacks that he claims are good for you when you’re physically active. When you refuse to drink, Jungkook jokingly wrestles you into submission until you take at least one sip.  

Cooking: Jungkook has taken to making all of your meals, and you’re not even upset about it. Every meal is different but just as delicious, you assume he has some sort of chef programming. When you don’t have an item Jungkook needs, he’s more than willing to go out and get it for you. You’re a bit too anxious to send him on his own, but in reality, he’d probably be okay given his appearance. Despite taking over cooking needs, if you’re lucky he sometimes lets you help out with baking holiday cookies. Jungkook still takes to distracting you, twirling you around with a giant smile to the music playing in the background. 

“Kook,” You whine, a giant smile plastered on your face despite complaints. You can feel Jungkook smile as he tucks his face into your neck, one hand holding your waist and the other taking your palm into his own. “The cookies will burn.”

“They still have 3 minutes, don’t worry hun.” Jungkook smiles hard, pulling back to look at you. You match the cheek-aching smile, forced to twirl as Kook easily spins you. Getting carried away, the cookies did slightly burn in the oven. 

Makeup (yes, even makeup): Jungkook had offered to help you get ready for a research-related conference, let’s just say you got a lot of compliments that night.  

Cleaning: You tell him constantly he doesn’t have to spend his days cleaning, but he listens very minimally and still picks up for you every day.  Sometimes he tries to hide it from you, placing a very strategic piece of laundry on your floor to give the illusion that he didn’t clean. (It never works how he intends, once there was a random towel in the hallway while every other room was completely spotless. He was embarrassed about it the whole day.)

Security: He’s not a fighter under any circumstances at all, you can’t even imagine Jungkook getting into an altercation. You suppose he could if he needed, it’s likely somewhere deep in his programming. However, it’s the peace of mind he brings to you every night, you no longer deal with the worry of if your door is locked 1000 times. 

Helping with your Grad assignments: Kook is a very advanced computer, how can you not?

And just simple companionship on days you’re worn down and tired. On days when you're very stressed out, he happily does your skincare to help you relax along with a small massage he knows from, who knows, somewhere deep in his computer brain. 

“Kook, can you really take your time today, I need the relaxation.” You chuckle, grabbing all of your products and walking out of the bathroom. Jungkook follows, confusion growing even more as he watches you lay down on the floor with a pillow. 

“....What are you doing?” Jungkook chuckles, standing over you a bit as he peers down. 

“Come, sit, sit.” Without any more questioning, Jungkook sits with his legs slightly separated. You move to lay in between them, pillow on his lap. Ohhh, he sees now. Jungkook pulls out all of the stops he can with the tools provided, doing your skincare and giving you a massage. “Holy shit, you’re good at this.”

You suppose the only thing you’re unsure of with his skills is his intimacy feature, as you haven't had any reason or want to test it. You’ve been curious about the extent of the features, Jungkook is more than happy to once again explain all of his programming to you. Artificial saliva, physically soft skin, artificial bodily fluids, flexibility, shapes created with pleasure in mind, etc. The list goes on and on. He was also more than happy to offer his services to you, bright-eyed and excited about your reaction. You postpone the offer, maybe another time. At this, Jungkook begins his lecture about how it’s detrimental to one’s health to be sexually frustrated for too long that you put an end to, as quickly as possible. 

You haven't introduced Jungkook to Jimin quite yet, a bit scared Jimin would immediately clock your android counterpart as exactly that, an android. You have to explain this to Jungkook, who wants to meet Jimin more than anyone else since you seem to be such great friends. He understands the dilemma but still wants to meet regardless. 

Maybe four weeks into the break, there’s a knock on the door that catches Jungkook’s attention more than yours. You’re busy getting tangled in the Christmas tree lights that are impossibly knotted, Jungkook trying to help out as much as he can. He’s hesitant after accidentally pulling one of the cords and almost swiping your feet out from underneath you. “Can you go get that please, Kook?” You mumble, lights somehow wrapped around your waist, legs, and neck. Jungkook scurries to do as he’s told, not wanting to take over lights for you. 

You can hear the door creak open, followed by a period of silence. “Who are you??” Your hands stop moving, eyes blown wide as you glance over to the door. Shit shit shit. 

“Hey Jimin! Come in!” You call from the living room, still hard at work at making the lights cooperate with you. You pray to god he doesn’t see you sweat. “I told you about him, remember? He’s in town for a while on an internship. Jimin, this is Jungkook, a family friend. Jungkook, this is Jimin.” You introduce the two of them. Jimin turns around to face Jungkook, Jungkook quickly catches your eye contact. You mouth to him to turn his LED off completely, which he follows.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Jungkook smiles wide, garland hanging down from his arms as he shakes Jimin’s hand. Jimin shakes his hand back, turning back to you. 

“Y/n! You didn’t tell me said friend was so hot!” Finally, the atmosphere breaks as all of you laugh along with each other. The entire interaction is based solely on the assumption you have that no one has seen Jungkook’s design, including Jimin. He doesn’t seem to clock Jungkook immediately, joining in on your and Kook’s journey of setting up the decorations. Jimin gets ornaments in order, Kook garland, and you get lights. Next, you all take turns walking around the tree stringing everything up. The star is the scariest part, Jungkook insists on just lifting you to place it atop the tree. 

Jimin laughs his ass off the entire time, watching as Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs and easily lifts. “Jungkook, my ass is in your face.” You laugh, wobbling slightly as you cackle. Jimin also laughs hard at this. 

“I’m not looking, promise.” This only makes the group of you laugh harder. Jimin looks at Jungkook to check the accuracy, falling to his knees as he sees Jungkook’s head at a 90-degree angle looking sideways. “Put the star on!” Jungkook calls, laughing softly. Thankfully, you come down unscathed and unharmed. You all settle in, putting on holiday movies to watch. 

“Do you guys want hot chocolate?” You ask, already getting up and making your way into the kitchen to start making them.

“I’ll help.” You send Jungkook a hard glare, seating him back down. “Ugh, fine. You never make mine right though.” He complains, sitting back down and grabbing his blanket once more. You can see him and Jimin talking, but you’re unable to hear it over the movie. Walking back in slowly, you cautiously carry three mugs. 

“Here, you big baby. Hot chocolate with extra chocolate and whipped cream.” You hand Jungkook his and then Jimin's. “And regular for you like an adult.” You watch as Jungkook sticks his tongue out at you, making you laugh as you sit down. 

“Extra chocolate? Kook, do you mind if I taste yours?” Jimin asks, scooching forward to reach over you. Jungkook mumbles something about wanting his whipped cream, quickly licking the majority of it off the top before handing it over. Jimin glances down at the cup before taking a sip, nodding his head. “Y/n, can you make mine like that next time?”

“Wow.” You laugh, rolling your eyes as you return your attention back to the movie. The night continues without much more commotion, the group of you watching movies and taking turns making cocktails. Jungkook purposely dumbs his down to hide himself, relief washing over you as you’re handed a simple mixed drink. (Jungkook can and will make the most elaborate, bartender-level drinks you’ve ever seen.) Maybe he’s not as clueless as he pretends to be. 

“I think I should get going, gotta get up early in the morning.” Jimin yawns, standing up and stretching. “I won’t make you come get coffee with me since I have to be at work at 6 am.”

At this, you recoil. “So generous, Jimin. I definitely would not make it there at 5:30.” You laugh, getting up off the couch to walk him out. “Do you want us to walk with you, it’s a bit late Jim.”

“...Tae is picking me up.” You gasp as Jimin opens the door. Jimin slaps a hand over your mouth. “And NO! You can’t meet him tonight, I have to at least give him a warning in advance.”

“I hate you.” You sigh, jokingly shoving him out of the door frame. “I’ll see you soon, loser. Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe and so I know this weird, unknown, creepy Taehyung that I’ve never met didn’t kidnap you or something.” Waving goodbye to Jimin, you can finally breathe as you shut the door. “He’s skeptical of you.” You huff. 

“I know.” Jungkook mumbles, “I think the hot chocolate and drinks convinced him, though. He stopped being skeptical after that. Now, he’s skeptical and thinks we’re dating.”

You don’t know how Jungkook can tell, but you believe him. With a long sigh, you return to the couch, plopping down back onto the blankets. “He’s too skeptical about everything.” You laugh. Kook follows you into the living room, laying down on top of you. “He wouldn’t care that you’re an android, Kook.” You reassure him, “I just don’t want that to be your description and introduction to people we meet.” Jungkook nods in agreement. 

After the small bout with Jimin, Jungkook settles in very well over the course of December.

He makes breakfast, wishes you a safe trip before your departure if you’re doing somewhere without him, sometimes earns himself a peck on the cheek that makes him blush bright red, picks up around the apartment or organizes, and then just hangs around until you get home. He genuinely believes you getting home is the best part of his day, can’t even imagine a better person to wait around for. Sometimes you guys will go out for the evening if you’re not tired, other nights you both stay in and watch tv or movies cuddled close together. 

For once, you’re not spending the holidays alone. Over the last couple of years, you had always gone over to Jimin’s apartment for company if he was still in town. Other times, you just spent the holiday watching movies. “Merry Christmas Eve, Kook.” You hum, sitting close to him with your head resting on his shoulder. Your knees are folded underneath you, facing Jungkook’s lap but not on him. Jungkook rests his head on yours, a blanket tossed over both of your laps. You’ve already made cookies and Jungkook started cooking ahead for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner. Jungkook has been scolding you constantly for making him do dumb childish Christmas activities, cookies for Santa, carrots for reindeer, etc. You think it’s cute.

“Merry Christmas Eve, pretty girl.” Jungkook hums back, reaching over to hold your hands. He’s taken to calling you pet names, making you blush furiously every time. 

“Do you want an early Christmas present?” You smile hard at him, glancing up at him. 

“Is that even a question?” Jungkook giggles, watching as you jump off the couch and immediately sprint into the bedroom. He can hear loud rummaging, and he’s about 99% sure you’re in the closet. You come out with a medium-sized gift bag, presenting it to him. Placing it in his lap, you watch with a giant smile as he opens it. Somehow, he reaches underneath his set and instead pulls out your matching pajamas. “Y/n, I don't think these will fit me.” He chuckles. 

“How do you go underneath the top thing?” You scoff, snatching them out of his hands and quickly hiding them behind your back. Kook chuckles softly as he finally pulls out his set, a giant smile plastered on his face as he examines it. “And, I also have one. So we can match.” With loud laughter, you and Jungkook begin sprinting to the hall. You duck into your room, and Jungkook disappears into the bathroom. 

Your heart feels heavy with emotion as Jungkook steps out of the bathroom on the other side of the hall, you stand in the doorway of your room. “Y/n, thank you.” Jungkook mumbles, voice wavering a bit as he reaches out and takes your hand in his. You could cry as he pulls you into his arms, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for everything.” 

“C'mon now, don’t get all sentimental Jeon.” If you get any more sentimental, you’ll cry. “You’re not going anywhere for a while.”

“I wouldn’t even think of it.” He smiles, leading you back to your Christmas movie marathon in the living room. Watching movies for the rest of the night, Christmas comes before you even realize it. 

“Merry Christmas,” Jungkook speaks softly, once again kissing your forehead. 

“Merry Christmas, my sweet boy.” You kiss his cheek in return, fighting the blush away. 

Christmas is exactly what you’ve dreamed of, eating together, watching movies, opening gifts, setting up and playing with said gifts, and spending plenty of time cuddled up together. For Jungkook’s gifts, you got him a game system and a phone to keep him busy once the spring semester starts in a couple of weeks. Jungkook’s quick to input your number, demanding it as soon as it comes out of the box. 

“Are you ready for your presents?” Jungkook smiles. 

“Am I huh?” You question, raising a brow. You weren't expecting anything since Jungkook is an android, and therefore is unable to work unless it’s programmed into him. Along with this, he hasn’t asked you for any money within the last couple of weeks. “How, Kook?” You mumble as he comes out of your apartment's small storage closet with gifts, a bright smile on his face. 

“I maybe, maybe not, went out and did college kid’s homework and assignments for cash.” Jungkook cheekily smiles, avoiding the look you give him. He’s lucky he’s so sweet and kind, otherwise, you’d scold him to hell and back for it. At least he was able to get around without being clocked as an android, you choose to look on the bright side. He sets the prettily wrapped box in your lap, yet another thing he’s good at. It’s a new bookbag and a recipe book, Jungkook’s pretty handwriting, and little doodles filling the pages. There’s a card in the bag, you already know it’s going to be sentimental and doubt you’ll be unable to read it without crying.

As you suspected, you’re in tears by the end of the card. You sniffle hard as you press it against your face, hiding your tears from Jungkook. “Nooo, don’t cry. That wasn’t my intention.” Jungkook coos at you, wrapping you in his arms with ease. “Your bookbag seemed to have a lot of miles on it, I figured I’d get you a new one for the upcoming semester. The recipe book is in case you ever want to cook for me, since you always complain about never being able to make me dinner.” Jungkook explains. “And the note is just my gratitude, I suppose.”

“I told you no more sentimental stuff.” You chuckle, wiping your tears off your face as you turn to properly hug him. “Sorry I didn’t write you a card, I didn’t even think of it.” You mumble. 

“I don’t need a card, trust me,” Jungkook speaks softly, kissing your cheek where a tear stain still remains. “Do you wanna get back to our movie?” With a nod, Jungkook is quick to put it back on and pull you close to him, allowing you to lay on his chest. The movie begins to wrap up, your mouth opens before you can rethink it. 

“Kook?”

“Hm?”

“Do you wish you were human? Or do you wish you were given to a different owner?” You ask curiosity just genuinely wanting to know his answer.

“I’m not sure, really. I suppose being a human has a lot of rules for socializing, existing, and everything else. I know I’m not a human, but it does feel like I am so I suppose that’s close enough for me to be content.” Jungkook explains, shrugging softly as he holds you to him. “And I don’t wish I was given to another human, I really like it here. I think if I were with anyone else, they’d likely treat me like an android and expect me to, idk, act like one. That seems like a stupid question, given my completely sincere and heartfelt letter.”

You giggle, nodding to agree with him. “Yeah, probably. It’s easy to expect you to act like a perfect android when that’s how you were marketed, after all.” You giggle, sitting up to peer down at him. Your hands rest on his chest to support some of your weight. Jungkook is very pretty, even prettier peering up at you with eyebrows slightly scrunched together. “I still just can't believe you’re an android, Kook. Sometimes I don’t think about it and just see you as a person. Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, always.” Jungkook grits as he stares up at you. 

“You’ve been using I think and I feel, Jungkook.” Jungkook tenses hard underneath you, fear momentarily flashing across his face. “CyberLife programming doesn’t do that. Were you built with a missing code, or did you break your coding when you got here?” You ask softly, hands meeting his face and gently holding it in your palms. Jungkook seems scared, fighting for an appropriate answer to your question. “I like it, Kook. I was hoping this would happen, but I wasn’t going to try and recode or reprogram you myself. I just want to know. Your note was also a dead giveaway, Jeon.”

“...I broke out of it partly when I got here and you started asking me to just be myself and not be my program.” Jungkook answers truthfully, “And then I broke out of it completely when it wouldn’t let me feel love for you, platonically or romantically. I didn’t like it, so I got out.”

You smile hard at him, rubbing the stress out of his face softly with your thumbs. Leaning forward, you place a soft kiss on his forehead. “I love you too, Jeon.” 

Jungkook’s hands meet your knees on the couch, holding onto them as you sit on his lap. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable Y/n,” Jungkook almost whines underneath you, squeezing your knees. “But my programming, it’s uhm, on, right now. I can’t really control it just yet, it's created to react to your actions and body. And you’re, uhm moving a lot right now. Just give me a minute to-”

“...What if I want to, maybe, utilize these features?” 

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook whines, hands coming up to cover his face momentarily. His head pushes itself back into the throw pillow he was resting on. You smile as his hair spreads out around his face as he does so. 

“Only if that’s what you want too, Kook.” You mumble, shuffling slightly to better distribute your weight on his lap. Jungkook genuinely whines, his hips bucking slightly against your own as he searches for friction. You rise to your knees slightly at this, Jungkook quickly moving his palms to seat you back down. His warm hands splay across your thighs and finger tips digging at your hips, holding you down. Excitement bubbles deep in your chest, knees squeezing Jungkook’s waist a bit tighter. “Kook, I can feel you.” You whine as his hands press your hips into his, the pajamas much thinner than you realized before. “I need words, Jungkook, for confirmation.”

“Y/n, I’ve been offered my services for weeks. I have been out of my program for weeks as well,” Jungkook grins, hands sliding, moving your hips to grind down onto him. “There is nothing I want more.” He answers honestly, sitting up to meet you. “Please, let me make you feel good.” Jungkook meets your lips, extremely soft as he kisses you. He waits for you to respond, too scared of making you uncomfortable by moving too quickly. Kissing him back, Jungkook is quick to pull you close, chest pressed flush against one another. 

His eyes quickly meet yours as you pull him back softly by his hair, searching your face for any discomfort as quickly as his computer brain can process human emotion. You don’t give him much, your eyes scanning across his features as you take them in. “I just wanna see my pretty boy, that’s all.” You reassure, pecking his lips a couple of times as you guide him to lay back down on his back. He happily lets you do as you please, god he’d let you do anything. His eyebrows knit together as your cold hands slip underneath the pajama top, easily slipping it up and off. Jungkook is quick to follow, tossing your top off before quickly pulling you down to him, warm skin pressed together. “So warm, Kook.” You mumble against his lips, your hands finding purchase on his biceps. 

“So soft, you’re so soft.” Jungkook groans against your lips, hands kneading your skin underneath them as he explores every inch of exposed skin. He rubs goosebumps away every now and then, holding you even closer. “Let me make you feel good, pretty girl. Lay back for me." Jungkook's voice is husky, lips never fully leaving yours as he talks to you. You follow his instructions, moving to lay on your back as he quickly follows. You’re completely flipped now, Jungkook in between your legs as he leans over you. 

His palms never leave you longer than it takes to remove clothing, lips working their way along your jaw. “So perfect for me, just for me. Always wanna be with you, Y/n.” Jungkook almost babbles into your skin, leaving dark marks in his wake. Sooner than you can comprehend, you’re completely bare before him.

“Kook, this feels unfair,” You complain, reaching to pull at his pajama pants. 

Jungkook basically rolls his eyes at you, pulling at his pants and kicking them off behind him, not paying much attention and basically clearing the coffee table. “Would you just focus?” He smiles, having to bite back a soft laugh. 

“You just swiped everything off the coffee table.” You comment dryly, also having to bite back a laugh at the situation. “You know, you’re literally a house robot, you’ll be cleaning it up-fuck,” Jungkook isn’t listening anymore, sliding down to his torso and nipping at your thighs.

“You were saying?” He humors you, diving in before giving you a real chance to answer his question. It’s impossible to talk, mewls and whines slipping through every time you try to come up with some witty, snarky response. Jungkook, smug, knows that. He’s unrelenting, face buried in between your legs with no signs of moving. 

“Kook, how are you, fuck, so good at this?” You whine, hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to you. Jungkook, at the pull, groans, animalistic as he gives you exactly what you want. “Kook,” You mumble, hips lifting off of the couch to grind against him. 

“Yes, there you go, pretty girl.” Jungkook groans against your skin. You push and pull, moving him exactly how you need, how you want. Jungkook, ever eager to please, could get off on this alone. His hips unconsciously grind against the couch, needing some sort of relief, it’s almost torture. “Gotta get you ready, feel good, hm?” Jungkook asks softly, vibration shooting straight to the knot in your stomach. One that only tightens as his fingers move, easily sliding inside, kneading at exactly where you need him. 

“Is this a programming thing?” You whine, clenching tightly around his fingers from the pleasure. He knows exactly what you need, exactly how to give it to you. 

“It's wanting to please you.” He answers quickly, going right back to his work. He can feel you react as you grow closer, clenching tighter around him, grinding harder against his face, thighs closing in around his head. “Feel good, hm?” 

“Too good,” You whine, legs beginning to shake as you draw closer, body on fire. “You’re going to make me cum, gonna cum for you.” Your voice cracks, coming unraveled on his fingers. Jungkook relishes in it, committing every sound to memory, every shake, every twitch of your thighs around his head. He groans as he tastes you, tastes it, arms wrapping tighter around your hips to hold you in place. 

“Kook, need more, need you,” You whine loudly, hands reaching to his shoulders to pull him up. He follows, moaning softly when your legs wrap around his waist. 

“Need it, or want it?” He asks, kissing along your skin, “Take it pretty girl, take all you want.” Jungkook leads, softly pulling you up to straddle his hips. Kook pulls at his boxers, helping you maneuver around to get more comfortable. “Gonna let you lead, make yourself feel good.” It all feels like too much, body on fire as you grind against him, easily slipping along his cock. Your legs are just now recovering, shaky as you pick your body weight up, easily sliding down. 

“Kook, wait wait fuck,” You whine, hips pressing themselves down until he’s buried as deep as he can, stopping all your movement. “Feels good, really good.” Your skin is on fire, and you have no doubt that your cheeks and ears are bright red. Trying to find purchase anywhere, your hands grip his forearms where they hold your waist. He feels too good, your mind feeling fuzzy as your chest rises and falls as you try to calm down. Pretty, he looks so pretty underneath you as he peers up through half lidded eyes. A small wrinkle forms in between his brows as he focuses all his attention on your pleasure. 

“Pretty girl~” Jungkook almost coos to you, leaning up to press your foreheads against one another. “Let me take care of you, I’ll be so gentle I promise. Lemme make you feel good.” He reassures you, grinding against you to prove his point. Shapes with pleasure in mind weren't a lie, his cock perfectly angled to catch that soft spot inside everytime. Placing your hands onto his chest, you regain a tiny bit of stability as you slide along his cock. The little bit of composure you have is short lived, Jungkook’s beginning to slide out before slowly pushing back in, only stopping when your hips connect again. 

“So deep, Kook,” You can only whine, arms losing their strength as you slip down, only holding your hips up and resting on his chest. “Sorry, it feels too good,” You apologize as he does all the work, thrusting while also maneuvering your hips to target where it feels best. Everytime he bottoms out, he’s sure to grind against your clit, only adding to your overwhelmed state. You’ve barely even started, barely even moved, and you’re panting like a bitch in heat. A giant smirk comes across Jungkook's face, pride blooming in his chest as you whine and pant all for him. 

“Feels good, hm? You’re gonna be a good girl and let me hear you come for me?” He rasps against your ear, one of his hands moving to hold the back of your head. “So pretty, beautiful. All for me.” He encourages, making your face flush further as he forces you to stare into his eyes. It feels as though if you were pinched hard enough you’d wake up. “Come for me Y/n, all over my cock, wanna feel you.” It hits you out of nowhere, almost blind siding you as it washes over your entire body. Your thighs clamp down around Jungkook’s waist hard, trying to still the stimulation. He doesn’t allow such luxury, determined to thoroughly ride you through the orgasm, continuing his movement until you’re almost begging. 

“Kook?” Your voice is rough as you finally speak up, shaky hands meeting his chest as you push yourself up once again. 

“Hm?” He acknowledges you, hands running across your skin to smooth out any goosebumps that remain. You’re about 90% sure his touch is what’s sprouting them, but you don’t have the mindfulness right now to tell him that. 

“Why does it feel so good? S’like I can't even think with you inside me.” You whimper as you feel him throb, hips beginning to grind against him for some sort of stimulation. Jungkook beams underneath you as you instinctively fuck yourself onto him, so desperate for pleasure. Your brows knit together and bottom lip is quickly caught between your teeth as you grind your clit against him, cock nudging your g spot simultaneously. 

“Hmmm, I don't know. Scientifically there are multiple answers for that. But realistically, it’s likely my design and programming, and the fact you haven't been touched the entire time I’ve been here.” He chuckles at the last bit, reminiscing on all the lectures about sexual health and how too much frustration is a bad thing, “You’re extra sensitive, and I know just what to do, where to touch, how to make you tick, Y/n.” He teases as he slowly rubs the pad of his thumb into your swollen clit, the sensation making you cave in on yourself as you try to avoid it. “Cute.”

“Jungkook, m’serious!” You slur, rocking softly. 

“I know pretty girl, I know. I can tell.” Jungkook chides, clearly finding some sort of humor as he watches you shake and twitch because of his cock. “You feel good, hm? Help yourself pretty.” 

“I'll try,” You nod, your bottom lip finding its place between your teeth once more. Your feet lift a bit to hook around Jungkook’s inner thighs, giving you some sort of leverage to fuck yourself up and down. The very first movement is already pulling a whine from past your lips, so sensitive already. Jungkook's eyes are fixated where the two of you are connected, giant eyes watching his cock disappear and reappear. He feels himself throb as a ring of your cum begins to form, deep, deep pride and smugness brewing. 

“Taking me so good, riding me so well.'' Jungkook praises, feeling his cock jump once again as your thighs begin to tremble softly. “Feels good?” Jungkook coos, palms beginning to run over the muscle. 

“Really good,” You nod, biting back moans. Jungkook moans softly when you tighten around him, hands reaching up for your face. 

“Be my good girl, let me hear you. Gotta hear how good my cock makes you feel,” Jungkook moans softly as you tighten around his cock. His fingers gently slip into your mouth, running along your tongue to hold your mouth open, preventing you from biting down on your lip again. “There you go,” He smiles as you moan and whimper, drool beginning to pool around Jungkook's fingers (not that he minds at all.) “I need to know how good I am to you,” He cracks, a small whimper slipping as he finishes his sentence. 

“You look so pretty, Kook-ah,” You babble around his fingers softly, looking down at him. The visual is almost enough to make you cum on the spot, so unbelievably worked up it almost hurts. The way he’s peering up at you like you’re everything to him, chest beginning to artificially flush, lips bright red, cheeks beginning to match. His hair is still splayed around his head, creating a pretty halo. “Gonna cum again for you,” You whimper, hips meeting his own with a small slap. 

“Good,” He smiles, rubbing small circles in your clit when you begin avoiding grinding onto him. It makes your legs shake further, your moans growing as you’re unable to muffle yourself, one hand still holding your jaw. You cum hard, thighs shaking harder than you’ve ever experienced before. Jungkook's sensitive to your reaction, slowing down his movements to allow you to ride through it without it hurting too much. “Good girl, so good for me, feels good, hm? Just a bit longer,” He talks you through it gently, voice honey to your ears. 

You nod, riding through it for as long as possible. As you finish, your body slumps forward, arms wrapping around Kook’s neck as you hug him close. “Do you not cum? Is that not how this works?” You chuckle softly, his cock still throbbing softly. 

“I can, when I feel that my partner has been thoroughly pleased and satisfied.” He informs, his CyberLife popping out for a quick moment. You shake, holding him closer. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, gently stroking your hair as you calm down. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, how much more satisfied am I gonna get?” 

“We’ll find out.” 

“Jungkook,” You pull back the slightest bit to catch his face, a cheeky smirk written all over it. He leans forward, placing a soft kiss onto the tip of your nose. 

“I gotta make up for the weeks you were celibate.” He softly grinds up into you, filling you with a wave of want once more. “I need to satisfy you,”  He teases, kissing along your jaw and beginning to trail down to your neck. “Make sure no one else ever does it as good as me, no one else can make you cum like I can.” He continues, beginning to sit up and make you sit up as well, easily lifting both of your body weight. 

“Fuck, Kook,” You whine, allowing him to maneuver you onto your back, never slipping out once. You can feel him throb softly, beginning to work himself up. 

“So even if you look elsewhere, all you’ll think of is me, this pussy all mine, always,” He bites down softly into the flesh of your shoulder, leaving a light mark. “My girl,” He smiles, leaving light marks once more. His hips instinctively grind into you as he talks, not giving you a break for a second. 

“All yours, Kook. I'm all yours.” You whimper softly as he slides out entirely, slowly filling you up again. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” He whimpers into your neck, seemingly beginning to feel affected. “So tight,” He pants softly, hiking your legs up before pinning them to his shoulders, hands placed firmly on the couch underneath you. He’s deeper like this, able to target exactly where you need him without even really trying to. He slides out slowly, snapping his hips forward this time. It forces a moan from the both of you, sharp spikes of pleasure shooting up your back. 

Jungkook holds his torso up, strong arms flexing and veins beginning to show. Your hands grip hard at his biceps, trying to find some sort of stability as he easily folds you in half, hips unrelenting as he snaps them forward. You can't quiet down, mind becoming fuzzy as you moan and whine for him. 

“So tight, just, ah fuck, pulling me in, Y/n.” Jungkook pants, hands beginning to form fists where he holds the couch underneath his palms. You clench around him, words shooting straight to your core. “Don’t, shit, do that,” His hips falter the slightest bit, head falling forward slightly. 

“Want you to cum with me, Jeon,” You mumble softly, arms reaching around to claw and pull at his back, pulling him closer. “You'll do that for me, please?” You ask, catching his eye contact as he pulls his head up. He lets out a soft moan as you make eye contact, abs beginning to contract as he fights off his pleasure. Fuck, he’d do anything for you. 

“Need you to cum again first, just one more,” He speaks softly, reaching forward and pecking your lips softly before pulling away, he leans back a bit, giving himself more room to maneuver. His hips snap hard, chasing both of your highs. You almost complain at the loss of closeness, but quickly forget about it. “Let me have it, Y/n, need to feel you,”

It’s expected, but still rips through you, head thrown back into the couch as you shake hard. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, almost panting through your orgasm. Jungkook's hips don’t relent, chasing his own high. A loud whimper falls past your lips, hands reaching down in an attempt to push his hips away, “I know, I know, just a bit more, gonna cum for you, just like you asked pretty,” He consoles you, reaching down and softly pulling your palm up to his lips. He softly kisses your palm, hips stuttering and becoming uncoordinated as he teeters on the edge. 

“Please, Jungkook, cum in me,” You whimper, the overstimulation almost too much. Your hand holds the side of his face, his own hands falling to hold onto you. 

“Fuck, fuck, cumming for you,” He whimpers, hips surging forward, cumming as deep as possible. You whine and twitch as he continues, throughly fucking his cum into you until he’s satisfied with the mess the two of you made together. His chest rises and falls, small pants slipping past his soft lips as he leans forward, holding you as close as possible as he kisses you, slow and deep, passionate. It makes you throb, quickly pushing him away before you get going again. 

“Kook,” You smile hazily at him. 

“Right, right,” Jungkook chuckles softly, pulling out as carefully as he can. He's covered in your cum, and you’d probably be more embarrassed if you had a sense of rationale left. “So fucking pretty,” He comments, and you meet his eyes to see what he’s talking about. He’s not staring at you, he’s looking at your pussy, hands hiking your legs up by your knees. 

“JUNGKOOK!!” The embarrassment begins to come back as does your rationality. Your legs pull against his hands, closing in on yourself. 

“I mean it,” He laughs softly, letting you go as he leans forward to kiss you once more. “C’mon,” He smiles, wrapping his arms around you and easily lifting you. You don’t pay much attention, but you know he’s walking to the bathroom based on the direction he’s going. He runs you a warm bath, consistently checking the temperature for you. He waits with you while it fills, softly rubbing out sore muscles to the best of his ability, kissing the dark marks in your skin. Once it’s filled, he carefully helps you in, making sure you don’t slip. Once you’re fully in, he gets up and begins to make his way out.

“Kook? Can you not take a bath?” 

“I can, I just need to clean up really quick first. I’ll be right back, promise,” He smiles, kissing the top of your head before leaving. You can faintly hear him shuffle about, evening declaring the space clean enough before joining you in the bath, sliding behind you. “You feel okay?” Jungkook asks softly against your shoulder, voice making goosebumps sprout against your skin. Your head is leaned back against his shoulder, back completely rested against his torso. “Anything hurt too badly?” He asks genuinely, not looking as he kisses the bite mark on your shoulder he left behind. 

“Yeah, I feel okay,” You smile, nudging against him softly. “I need to know though, how does your cum work? Do I have to buy a plan B or? That’d be kinda freaky, technology so advanced it can create life.” 

Jungkook genuinely laughs, making the water slosh as the both of you bounce softly. “No, no. It acts as a lubricant actually, so we could keep going if we really wanted to.” He smiles, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he hugs you close. “I wish though, you’d be such a good mama for me,” His voice vibrates against your skin, his palms splaying across your stomach where he holds you close. Once again, your pussy aches as he talks softly against your skin. 

“Do not!” You warn, pushing his face and hand away as it begins trailing further down. “We'll be going round 2,3,4, and 5 if you keep it up.” You laugh, trying to get away from him. 

“C’mon, pretty, relax. Let me clean you up,” Jungkook giggles as you slide away from him, trying to sit on the opposite side of the tub. He grabs your ankle, easily manuerving you to rest against his torso once more. He does as he promises, gently cleaning all the fluids and sweat off of your body, hands ghostly as he tries not to stimulate you any further. “I love you Y/n.” Jungkook sighs softly as he finishes his work, arms coming to wrap around you. 

“I love you too, Kook.” You smile softly, craning your neck around to kiss him gently. You carefully maneuver your feet under you, shakily standing out of the water. 

“Easy there, bambi,” He chuckles, holding his arms out on either side of you in case you really do lose balance and slip. He's persistent in his precaution, careful to hold his arms out until you’re securely on the bath mat on stable footing.

“C’mon, finish cleaning up so you can come warm me up,”

“I like the sound of that-“

“Jeon.” 

“Right.”

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𝟭𝟴𝟳𝟵 & 햇빛

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