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list of fan fic recommendations by AU
these are fan fictions that i've read / yet to read that i've organised so it's easier to find them. all the fics are super cool and non-cringe so you've definitely got to read em.
so far i've updated some of the jjk fan fics, there's more to update which i'll do later during this week. pjm and myg fics will also be updated.
wattpad fics will be updated in this list too.
and i'll be updating them at the end of every month when i come across new fics.
Jeon Jungkook fics
best friends/childhood friends AU
brother's bestfriend/bestfriend's boyfriend AU
bodyguard AU
boxer/gangster AU
ceo AU
co-workers AU
single parent AU
enemies to lovers AU
exes to lovers AU
fantasy AU
fake dating AU
fuckboy/fratboy AU
friends with benefits/fuck buddies AU
idol/popstar/celeb AU
hybrid AU
neighbors AU
roommates AU
strangers to lovers AU
soulmates AU
teacher AU
yandere AU
other jobs (tattooist/baker/sugar baby/racer etc) AU
Park Jimin fics
best friends/childhood friends AU
brother's bestfriend AU
ceo AU
college AU
co-workers AU
enemies to lovers AU
exes to lovers AU
fantasy AU
fake dating AU
fuckboy AU
friends with benefits/fuck buddies AU
idol/popstar/celeb AU
hybrid AU
neighbors AU
parents AU
single dad AU
strangers to lovers AU
sugar daddy AU
soulmates AU
yandere AU
other jobs (stripper/racer/doctor/stalker etc) AU
Min Yoongi fics
will be updating....!
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MUNCH ê« - JJK
synopsis: jungkook is an ass man (he told me himself)
parings: jk x reader, established relationship
warnings: mdni 18++, sexual themes and mature language, dom!jk, sub!reader, lots of mentions of ass, slight ass play, mentions of anal, man handling, unspecified unprotected sex, doggystyle, penetrative sex, pet names and slight degradation, etc.
genre: smut drabble
word count: 401 (tiny)
jungkook is an ass guy, and itâs all due to you.
you made him fall in love with your cute, plump ass and all the perks that came along with it. from the way you had to jump to get your jeans on to how your cheeks swallowed a nice lacy pair of thongs. his favorite thing to have you in was a little tank top that fell off your shoulders and never reached below your belly, as well as a cute teeny pair of cheekster panties that sank farther into your ass as you did tasks and chores around your shared apartment, always on display for him and his aching member. he also loved how your soft ass felt, nice and powdery under his fingertips when heâd feel you up. he was so gentle with it most times, greeting you always with a hug and handfuls of your ass, kneading the thick flesh like it was the softest dough. other times like now, he would be rough with his touch, gripping and smacking on your ass as it clapped back on his pelvis while he wrecked your cute pussy.
your tears stained the white linen of your bed while you pushed him away and clawed at his toned stomach, which earned you another handprint on a cheek of his choice. âuh uh sweetheart, come back here and take itââ he grunted as sweat beaded his forehead and he pulled you closer by your waist. he landed another smack on you, finishing off with a mean grip. he was so fucking addicted to the ripples and the cries that fell from your mouth afterward.
âpretty baby likes it when i smack that fat ass around huh?â he said after delivering another and watching the beautiful recoil.
âlove it so much kookie, want more on me!â your pleasure filled screams were ripped out of you one by one.
âmhmm thatâs right pretty girl, can i play here?â he had made you flinch when he put his soft thumb over your sweet puckered hole.
âyes koo, w-want you to play with it!â you werenât too experienced with anal but one thing you knew you loved was clenching your tight little asshole around his thumb while your pussy was filled to the brim with his cock.
âsuch a good girl, letting me use these slutty holes.â and just as you asked, you received when his thumb slipped right into you, making your back arch and having jungkookâs thoughts run rampant about how heâd love to shove his cock inside and stretch out that ass when the time came. until then heâd be enjoying another perk he loved, which was painting your ass with strings of his hot cum. he watched the seed trickle down between your ass cheeks and glazing up that fucked out pussy. he took one look at your lewd expression and thought about how he could stay here and worship your ass forever.
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The Pitfalls of Silk (m)
synopsis: The winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before youâ tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same. -> apart of the rest, relax, reserve series
p.jimin x f.reader
âđâ: wc: 20.0k
âđâ: genre: hybrid au, soft yandere, soulmate au, romance, fluff, smut, v light angst
âđâ: content: spider hybrid!jimin (cobalt blue tarantula), human!reader, soft yandere jimin, dom!jimin, power imbalances, blood, blood kink, injury, mates / mating, stupid misunderstandings, reader is rlly bad at feelings, heat/rut cycles, jealousy, biting/marking, jimin has fangs, brat taming, light subspace, bondage, fingering, breeding / breeding kink, unprotected sex, cumplay, overstimulation, manipulation, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of venom, honestly rlly soft- jimin is just a little off his rocker, so many mentions of the word silk, jimin is soft for reader but also a little perverted freak <\3
âđâ: notes: AHHH itâs finally here!!! Iâve had such a bad crush on spider jimin for such a long time. Creating his character over the years in my headâ how exactly this type of hybrid would function was so fun for me. This fic (& the others that follow) has been spurred on by my special interest in arthropods so I hope you end up loving this jimin as much as I do <33 mwah I kiss u guys
18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni
The weather has grown cold, too harsh for anyone to live outsideâ survive. Burly temperatures tumbling through the air in icicles, the entire world painted in white.
While the city was still busy, your quaint neighbourhood had gone completely quiet. Everyone huddled inside, trying to keep warm while they sipped on cocoa. The worst blizzard in generations deciding to tumble through on the exact weekend you were meant to go out of town. Meant to be enjoying a tropical beach with the best of your friends!
But nooo, all of the planes had to stay grounded and you had to be stuck in your house with nothing but chilly embers decorating your fireplace.
You were pissed about it all, to say the least. Annoyed that your vacation had to be cancelled, annoyed at the fact you couldnât stay warm in the slightest, annoyed that you had to be shovelling snow out of your driveway right now.
Well, attempting to shovel snow would be a better way to put it. In theory it seemed like the right thing to doâ try and get your car out just in case, start to clear a path for when youâd finally be able to greet the outside world, triumph over whatever winter gods are trying to keep you locked in your home.
In reality, you could hardly moveâ three layers of pants, two coats keeping all of your joints locked down. God, and the snow. It was coming down way too hard, piling up faster than you could brush it away. Hurting your cheeks with the freezing temperatures, making your bones throb with want to go back inside.
It is safe to say that you did not succeed. That was an easy enough conclusion to come to with the two halves of your snow shovel in your hands. Eyes staring blankly at the object with utter⊠you donât even know the word.
Cheeks flushed red with cold, head lifting to the sky as you blink. What the fuck! How shitty can your shovel be! What the fuck is wrong with the snow!
Okay, maybe you did buy it at the dollar store. But that isnât the point! Where has quality gone in our nation! Caring about the consumer! Yeah, that was never there to begin with! But still! You like to think that there's a point in that somewhere!
The snow falling on your skin feels like the sky is laughing at you, mocking you. It probably is. Cancelling your trip, forcing you to stay at home into the lonely confines of your small neighbourhood.
Yeah, the world is out to get you, youâve decided it.
A grumble leaves your throat in annoyance, quiet cusses leaving your lips as your legs try to waddle themselves inside. Layers of clothing restricting every movement you make, joints feeling stiff and bones feeling cold. You are no more than a penguin, are you?
âStupid fuckinâ shovel, stupid fuckinâ snowâŠâ You huff, slamming the thick oak door behind you. Hoping, in a way, that you could pretend none of the frost was there in the first place.
Itâs not that you hate snowâ of course not. You donât like to hate much of anything. But when itâs this deep, this thick, you canât help the sour mood you fall into. Canât help the sickly feeling in your gut that it has somehow wronged you simply for existing.
Whatever, not that it matters much. You arenât mother nature. You canât change it or your now cancelledâ most likely non-refundable plans.
What you can change? A nice warm pizza in your tummy.
You hum to yourself, tapping off your boots before ridding yourself of them entirely. Soon follows your jackets, puddles of water quickly forming on the floor where it falls. Snow melting much too fast now that it is in the warmth of your home.
You stare at it in spite, another way mother nature has wronged you today.
You know what? No, not your problem right now. That is a problem for you later today! The wood would be fine. And if it isnât?
âŠ
You groan, throwing your head back as you move to the bathroom. The battle of opposing forces inside of your head has won againâ being responsible, doing the right thing.
Your hand snatches a towel, âStupid shovel⊠stupid snowâŠâ You huff, kneeling on the ground to wipe away the liquid that pooled.
You hang the towel back in the bathroom for it to dry before finally making your way to the kitchen. To finally make the frozen pizza you wantâ no deserve! Yeah, youâve had a hard day today, being an adult is too hard sometimes. You deserve a little treat don't you?
Feet scuffling against the floor, fluffy socks dragging along the surface allowing you to quickly slip against the tiled floor. Your hips sway, a quiet hum leaving your lips as your hands move diligently, efficiently. Placing the pizza in the oven, setting the timer, flipping the switch on on the kettle.
Everything happens with practised ease. With movements that leave no room for error. Careful, efficient, the way your parents always taught you. The right way.
If you do everything correctly, things will never go wrong. Youâll never have to worry. When everything is in your control, everything is perfect and content.
Itâs too bad the right way never accounts for things out of your control. When the world causes you to tense and get annoyedâ when it doesnât behave the way it's supposed to, like you want it to. Just like stupid shovels and a winter storm no one predicted.
But hey, at least you still have power. Your backup generator is there if you need it. Can still watch your dramas and eat warm food. Keep yourself sane while the insane persits just outside of your door.
Lonely, lonely, lonely winter storm~ whatever shall you do~
Your head begins to sing to itself while you wait. Maybe you already were going insaâ
Bang.
What the fuck was that?
Your eyes instantly dart to the basement door wide with fearâ the source of the sound.
A crash, a quiet cry, a scurry all sound in quick succession. Too loud to miss. Too loud to ignore. Too distinct to place on anything else.
You know winter noises. The crash of shutters against the window, the influx of snow on glass. The beating of hail against the roof or the creaking of pipes chilled from the cold. The noises you just heard? None of the above. They couldnât possibly be. They werenât. They were too⊠tooâŠ
Human.
Shit, shit. Is someone in your basement?! Oh god, oh fuck.
The room, it freezes over.
Your pulse starts to raceâ hairs raise, stand on end. Breath filtering through your nose as you start to panic. Fingers grip the countertop as you try to ground yourself. Try to figure out a way to escape this.
If horror movies have taught you anythingâ itâs how to run. Grab everything you can, high tail it out before you become victim to the unknown lurking just below the surface of your floorboards. Before you can be possessed or worse, chased down by some mass murdering clown.
That would be the smart thing to doâ the wise thing. To get out of your house as quickly as possible, call the police to investigate it for you before you have to become the âfinal girlâ of a movie franchise of your own.
But the storm, the storm would never allow for the right thing.
The police would never make it in time, the roads far too hazardous to truly reach you. If they did, you would already have frostbite from the cold outside by the time they made it. You might be worse off than beforeâ
At least, thatâs what you tell yourself. The reasoning formulated in your head as you grab a broom from the closet, slowly make your way to the basement door. Completely ignoring the nagging feeling in your gut, the one that tells you that you actually want to travel down the stairs. A string tugging you along a path predetermined, forcing you to forego anything you had thought before.
No, your line of reasoning had to be the object pulling you down those stairs, creaking with every slow, nagging step that you take. It could never be curiosity, a want to understand the unknown guide leading you astray from the dirt road youâve taken time and time again.
The right road that would lead to the right solution is all but forgotten in this moment. Only adrenaline spurring you on, fingers clenching and unclenching around the broom handle in your grip. Fingers tied so tight around the metal that your knuckles may as well be white.
You're terrifiedâ scared out of your mind. The only noise passing through the drums of your ears is your own pulse, the accelerated beat of your heart as you try to clear the fog that dances over your brain. Fear must be clouding your judgement, making you follow it blindly into the light; well, dark.
Your breath leaps from your chest in short pants, eyes haphazardly harding around your form as you make it to the bottom of the stairs. Something is keeping your legs moving when all your brain wants to do is turn back and run. Call the authorities like you should be doing instead of risking everything to satiate the incessant need pulling at the back of your skull. Acting on instincts alone, allowing the string of fate to tug you around the corner. The urge to investigate is stronger than anything you had ever felt before. Anything youâve ever wanted to feel before.
He sees you before you see him.
âP-please..â The quiet, almost non-existent voice sends a chill down your spine. One you were not expecting in the slightest.
Terrified, panicked. Shaking like a leaf, eyes welled with tears. Itâs almost like he knew you were coming down all along, just⊠didnât know what to do about it. Too scared to move, too scared to hide. Too scared to do anything but sit there and wait.
Just as petrified as you.
Nothing about the scene before you is making much sense at all. Not to you, at least. Why is he so scared? Why is he in your home? Why isnât he doing anything but sitting there with pleading, helpless eyes? You try to take everything in, try to fit the pieces of the picture together.
Basement window opened slightly, just enough to allow the manâ was he a man? To climb inside. Pretty blonde hair completely dishevelled on his head, grime coating what you know would be such pretty locks. Eyes with double pupils brimmed with tears threatening to spill at any second. Pink plush lips quivering with worry, fangs biting into them so hard you fear they may bleed. No, they are bleeding.
He is definitely not a man. Nor is he a beast. An intoxicating swirl of the two combined into a species of hybrid youâve never seen before.
The first thought in your head is one it shouldnât be. One that makes your heart stop for entirely different reasons than before. Makes you drop the broom in your hands, allowing it to fall to the ground with a clatter. Defences dropped completely in the face of the stranger before you.
He only flinches at the noise, blood covered hands reaching in panic to cover his all too sensitive ears.
Any worries have left youâ something seeded deep within your soul tells you he isnât a threat in the slightest. Not to you, at least. Never to you. Maybe it is the same string as before pulling you along. Pulling you to what destiny has provided.
He is absolutely gorgeous. Even with the grime and his pale complexion from the cold you can tell that easily. He might just be the prettiest thing youâve ever seen, and you find lost in yourself what to do about it.
What is anyone meant to do when a drop dead gorgeous hybrid enters their home in the middle of a blizzard? Just as scared as you were moments before? Looking like he might freeze to death if you donâtâ
Holy shit he must be frozen solid.
Itâs only then that you come to your senses, your eyes racking over him once more as you take in all of him for more than just the beauty he brings.
His clothes are thinâ far too thin for this weather at least. Tattered on the edges, few stains spotting the fabric, though its clear effort was spent trying to get them out. Your mind wants to wonder why he would worry about that, worry about making himself appear presentable, but raking your vision down you know there is no time for it. Not with the blood on his palms or the red of his flesh.
Your body moves quicker than your brain can think, crouching down in front of him. Noticing the way he flinches once more, the fear in his eyes more palpable, hurting worse than a gunshot wound.
The constriction of your chest is dumb, or at least it should be. Feels almost benign, unfounded. You just met him, you're scaring him, but for an unexplainable reason you wish you could take all of his worry away just for that moment. Make him feel a little better, a little warm. A little safe.
âItâs okay⊠itâs okayâŠâ Your voice mumbles, trying to soothe him or yourself, youâre not entirely sure.
âI-Iâm sorry⊠pl-please donât.. Itâs just so cold⊠PleaseâŠâ He begs, though neither of you are sure what for. Not to hurt him, not to send him back outside. All you know is the tears that now flow from his eyes, cresting along his cheeks, dripping to the floor.
âNot going anywhereâŠâ You hope your voice sounds stronger than you feel, hope he canât hear the way the strings of your heart break, hope he hears how much you care in your tone all along, âTrust me a little okayâŠ?â
You know your words mean nothing, that it might have been an impossible task for him to do so. But you had to try. Had to hope.
It should be hard for you to trust him too, it should be hard to rectify your fear in the face of the one who had caused it. It isnât the right thingâ none of this is the right thing, but it all just comes too easily. Compassion, caring takes over the anxiety too easily. Too brilliantly to do anything else other than care for this hybrid that has wound up at your door.
He was just a scared hybrid doing whatever he needed to to survive. Terrified out of his mind that he would freeze or starve out thereâ probably had no burrow or⊠youâre not sure, honestly, what his home might be like. But no home nevertheless. You could never just send another person out there to die.
He stiffens as you reach out for him, gently take his hands in your own. They feel like ice, frozen solid. You don't want to acknowledge what could have happened to them if he was out there any longer.
Without thinking you raise them to your lips, blowing on them as best you can. Trying to do anything to get the blood flowing again before you take him upstairs. Warm him up properly. Make him feel like more than a snowman once again.
You donât notice the way his form completely loses all stress as you touch him for the first time, speak to him the first time. He feels transfixed on your voiceâ it had to be too sweet to be real. But you were too focused on your mission. Too focused on making sure the man who has broken into your home is okay to notice the way his lips part slightly at your tone.
You donât notice the way his breath hitches, the way all of his hair stands on edge as a current runs through his body, breathing life into every pore he possesses. Nor the way his eyes widen, losing their will to cry as he stares at you.
Donât notice the recognition on his face.
You donât notice a lot of things he does that day. Too focused on getting him into a warm showerâ one he was very confused by, you might add. Too focused on getting a warm meal in his belly. Too focused on getting him in nice, clean clothes. A set that will properly keep him warm.
You could worry about other things later. But this felt right. This felt like something you were always meant to do. Or maybe that was just the size of your heart talkingâ you could never be too sure. But you liked to think it was the former. Liked to hope that Jimin, who you later learned was a spider hybrid, was always meant to come tumbling through your window, into your life for good.
The days that follow are easyâ falling into a rhythm with him, taking care of him is just too simple. As basic as breathing, maybe.
Though, it hasnât exactly been hard with how much he sleeps. How deep heâs nestled in your bed, blankets piled on top of him to drown out any chills that may attempt to slip into his bones. Itâs almost like hibernationâ if you could describe it. Re-building his energy, making himself feel strong again before he faces the world.
You canât blame him, honestly. Not after everything heâs been through. Only god knows how long he had been out there. How long he had to brave the snowstorm, the cold weather that previewed it as well. You would probably do the same thing. Hide yourself from everything that hurt you.
Most days you wish you could be doing the exact same thing as him. Hide under a pile of blankets and forget the rest of the world exists. But the voice of your parents would always nag you out of it, force you to be human with the rest of society because it's the right thing.
You humph, gently placing a plate of food on the bedside table. Let him occupy your room for as long as he needs, preparing meals for him even though he never touches a bit of it. Itâs the least you can do with his condition.
You donât think youâve ever wanted to stop someone's pain so badly. You hope you can by just doing small things like this. You sigh, heading for the door once again. Another day on the couch.
âHumanâŠ?â His voice is quiet, almost non-existent as he calls for you. Cracking slightly, the first time he's spoken in days.
You quickly turn to face him and almost want to fall to your knees at the sight. Fluffy blonde hair peeking from just below the covers, doll eyes peering at you while the rest of him stays hidden beneath the surface. Does he know how destructive he is?
Wait, no. Now isnât the time to be thinking about this. Heâs letting his defences down, actually talking to you. Stop it.
âHmm?â You gently call back, glued to your spot in the doorway. You donât know what he would do if you moved, how startled he may be because of it. You want to talk to himâ to find answers.
âWhat time is itâŠ?â He slowly asks, pacing his question. You notice a slight lisp behind his wordsâ how much of an effort he puts to cover it up.
âMmm.. about 1? I made myself some lunch so I was just stopping by.â You explain, trying to justify your presence in the room.
âOh.â He looks beneath the blankets, eyes darting around the room, âOkay. Thank you.â
It seems neither of you are great conversationalists, awkward air passing between the space left between your bodies. You donât blame him. You donât know what you would be thinking, feeling if you were in the same place as him. If you didnât really know what your fate was going to be.
âHow are you feeling?â You ask quietly, playing with your fingers to distract from the nerves that you feel. As much as you want to jump, pin him down and ask every single thing your heart begs for, you know that isn't the right thing to do. You know you should be slow, careful with this. At least, that's what the articles online have told you.
âBetterâŠâ His voice comes out smoother this time, finally coming out of sleep as he sits up in the bed. Gently taking the plate into his lap, scrunching his nose. âItâs not cold in here like out there.â
You canât help but smile to yourself. He seems so relaxed, so at ease. Not scared in the slightest of you or what you may do. You forget all about the fact that you should probably be scared of him too.
âNot really,â You smile gently, eyes glancing at the window as he starts to eat, âI was really worried about you, scared me bad.â
You donât see the flush that covers his cheeks.
âI-Iâm really sorry, I didnât mean to⊠your window was the first one I could get through and I knew I couldnât take the storm anymore so Iââ
âHey, Itâs fine.â You turn your attention back to him, âIâm just glad youâre okay, yeah? It mustâve been terrifying out there.â
âIt was.â He doesnât hesitate in answering in the slightest, eyes serious as they focus on you. Theyâre beautiful, really. His eyes.
âIâm sorryâŠâ
He shakes his head, âNot your fault human, I left the reserve. My fault.â He tells you in earnest, wanting you to believe it with every piece of your soul that you could never do anything to hurt him, âCome sit?â
The question is quiet, but you oblige nonetheless. Legs moving you slowly, perching at the end of the bed to face him. Kicking your legs slightly as you stare at the pattern of your sweats.
âThe reserve?â You ask, turning slightly to face him. His face is suddenly smiling, nodding at your question. He must like the place a lot, see it as home for him to become so excited.
âYeah! Where I live,â He explains, continuing to shovel food into his mouth as he speaks, âThey say humans can't hurt you there, you get to hunt like in the wild too.â
He hums, content in talking about the one place he has ever found comfort in, found friends in. You canât help but smile as he speaks, too.
âYeah? It sounds really nice.â Heâs nodding his head once again, as quickly as he can.
âThere are lots of other arthropods to play with there. Lotâs of food. Sometimes the humans that visit will give you some too, but theyâre normally scared of me.â He suddenly looks serious, eyes coming to meet yours once again, âYouâre not scared of me, right?â
You jerk your head back, brows furrowing together in confusion. How could someone be scared of someone like Jimin? Youâve only known him for a matter of days and you doubt that you could ever be.
âOf course not.â You tell him, gently reaching a hand over to place on his knee. He doesnât flinch away like you expect him to. âYou just needed some help, we all need help sometimes.â
He smiles, the serious demeanour retracting from his face in an instant. Back to smiling down at his food happily. The silence doesnât feel as awkward anymore, at least you don't think it does. It makes you happy, stretching on as he continues to eat like a man starved. He probably is, days of not eating and only sleeping.
âWhy did you leave it?â You tilt your head, staring out the window once more. Few snowflakes trickle against the blue sky, âI mean, you donât have to tell me if you donât want to. But I figure if weâre going to be together through the stormââ
âYouâre not gonna kick me out?â His face is awestruck, fork dropping to the plate in surprise. What is he talking about? Kick him out? In this weather?
You quickly shake your head, hand slowly pulling itself back from your knee. He whines in protest, quickly trying to force himself back under your heat. The touch of your hand warmed him up more than anything else in this roomâ more than the blankets, more than the heater or the warm towels.
His hand tangles itself with your own, pulls you back to his covered knee. Keeps your hand in place with his own while he uses the other to eat. Good. This is better. He likes it when you touch him. The way your small hand feels wrapped in his own.
Makes the tips of his fingers tingle, warmth spread throughout his skin. This is right. This is good.
âWhy would I kick you out?â You ask in disbelief, either unnoticing or uncaring to the way he holds your handâ heâs unsure. Not that it matters much! âItâs too cold for anyone out there. I wouldnât want anything bad to happen to you.â
He smiles, the pit of his stomach only warming more at your words, âGood.â
âWe have to wait for the snow to melt to drive you baââ He cuts you off once again, not wanting to think about going back. At least not without you.
âMy friend Taehyung leaves a lot,â He begins to explain, fingers squeezing your own as his palm lays heavy against the back of your hand, âHe always talks about how fun it is. All the cool things he gets to see, you know?â
He places his plate to the side while he talks, licking one of his fangs gently. You donât want to think about how handsome he looks while he does such an action.
âSo I wanted to try it out, but weâre not really supposed to leave, you know? âCause then weâre not protected.â You nod along, âAnd I donât really have wings to fly out so⊠I had to wait until they werenât really paying attention.â
âAnd that just happened to line up right before the snowstorm was supposed to hit.â You finish for him and he nods, looking down at his lap, âThat has gotta be such shitty luck, Jimin. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay.â
âItâs really not, you just wanted to go out and experience new things and you almost ended up dead.â You frown at him, trying to get the man to understand the gravity of what may have happened. He simply shakes his head, plush lips tilted into a small smile just for you.
âI said itâs okay.â He tries to make you believe it, leaning closer. Feeling nothing like the stranger he was only days before. âI got to meet you, so it was all worth it.â
Mate. Mate. Mate.
Jimin has a mate that heâs going to be with someday. Someone heâs going to fall in love with. Someone heâs meant to be with, be happy with for the rest of his life. Someone that isnât you. You really need to accept that and move on from this stupid fucking crush youâve developed. One that will amount to nothing but heartbreak.
All hybrids have themâ Jimin is not excluded from that. You know itâs true. Know itâs so true that you can hardly breathe but he just makes it so easy, too fucking easy to fall for him.
He takes care of the house, cleans it for you whenever there is a mess. Does the dishes after dinner. Takes out the trash. Tells the spiders in the yard not to mess with youâ okay, youâre not entirely sure he does that last one. But he is adamant he can speak to them, and who are you to rain on his little spidey parade.
As the seasons change and the months pass, he only makes it easier and easier. Fitting into your life like he was the only piece missing. Filling in all of the bits and pieces you never knew you needed, wrapping silk around your heart and pulling it tight before you could ever think about letting him go.
Even as the months heat and his deep blue roots grow out from his bleached hair, he has no desire to the place he once called home. The reserve quickly pushed aside every time you try to bring it up. Saying he likes it better here, that this is now his home.
To be honest, nothing makes you more happy. Nothing in the world could possibly make you feel better than Jimin. His little webs he places in the corners, the soft way he clings to you when he becomes needy, the way he likes to show you any bugs he catches before he eats them. Youâre not sure you could continue in your life without it.
Yet still, still. Youâre not sure if this is right. The right thing, the right way to go about it all.
You often fear that youâre keeping him from what he really wants, if he actually wants to go back but feels indebted to you in some way. If thatâs the only reason he actually sticks around.
You worry youâre being selfish in that regard. And then once again you find yourself spiralling into the void of questions you could never have answered. Feelings that will always be unaccounted for because Jimin has a mate.
Or at least, will have one. Someday. And youâre not sure if you could handle that day coming. Not in the warm heat of spring, flowers blooming alongside feelings for an arachnid that has entered your life.
One that has no intention of leaving your side anytime soon, if he has anything to say about it.
But nothing, nothing in the world could prepare you for this. What could prepare the thrum of your heart or the butterflies in your tummy? You never expected him to hold you this close, keep your body pressed against his own in the small space of the coat closet. Keep his face tucked away in your neck, whining in pain at something you could never think to discern.
So quickly you were pulled away, without a second to waste you were dragged onto his lap. One second kicking off your shoes, covered in mud from gardening, the next a hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you into the dark confines. Only Jimin there to cover up your scream, lips delicately pressed to your ear uttering a quiet please. Voiced laced with a whine so pained you couldnât help but join him without a second to spare.
A thought to thinkâ a debate on whether this is right to do or not, for yourself and your own heart.
âMin? Min, whatâs wrong?â Itâs the only thing you can think to ask, pulling him away from your neck, making his head face your own. Hands gently cupping either cheek as your eyes attempt to make out the features of his face.
Itâs too dark, you canât see anything. The only answer he gives is in the form of a pained groan, not even his eyes reaching you through the darkness. You start to panic, feel the nerves along your spine light up in trepidation.
Heâs hurt. He has to be. What happened? Is he okay? Heâs never acted like this before. Not with you. Never before has he seemed so hurt, so dishevelled save for the night you first met him.
Just before this the two of you were gardening, mid-morning sun shining bright overhead. A light breeze passing through the trees keeping the two of you cool. That was it! He only went inside a few minutes before you, a few minutes alone and he was already hurt this bad.
Oh god, you never want him to hurt. To be in pain. It hurts your heart just as bad as it hurts him, if not worse.
Youâve fallen a lot farther than you thought.
âMin, let me just turn on the lights okay? Let me see whatâs wrong.â You try to coax him, try to kneel from his lap to reach the string above you. Panic flooding through you as he keeps you snug, keeps you from helping him.
You stop your struggle, veins running cold as he lets out a sharp, violent hiss. A sound heâs never made before, never dare uttered towards youâ around you in general. It leaves you nervous, scared for entirely different reasons than before.
But one thing is clear from the way his fingers dig into the skin of your wrist almost painfully. The same wrist that was reaching for the string. He doesnât want you to turn on the light.
âOkayâŠokay I wonâtâŠâ You tell the arachnid, slowly lowering yourself back onto his lap. Letting go of the struggle, letting go of the resistance. It isnât what he needs right now, isnât what he wants.
His grip loosens, arms returning to their place around your waist. Holding you close. Keeping you in his arms. His face nuzzles back into your neck, inhaling deeply with every breath he takes. Smelling you. Imprinting the memory of it in his brain.
âWhat if I use my flashlightâŠ? Would that be okay?â Once again, the response is a much short, quieter hiss. A lot less defensive, angry than the first. Just a sign of dismissal.
âOkayâŠâ You say quietly, bringing one arm behind him to gently run through his hair. Scratching his scalp in a way that always has him preening, âCan you please tell me what's wrong? So I can helpâŠ? PleaseâŠâ
Your voice is quiet, almost a beg as you ask him. He squeezes your body tighter in response. Wouldâve basked in the tone you gave him if not for the pounding behind his eyelids. Still, he knows if heâs going to get you to stay, he has to talk. No matter how much it hurts.
A whine leaves his lips, nose running along the column of your neck as he tries to scent you, âHurts.â
He answered, his voice shaky and quiet, but it gives you nothing.
âI know Min, I knowâŠâ You hush quietly, trying to consol something that you do not have the answer to. Your other hand slowly starts to soothe up and down his back, trying to relax the poor boy enough to speak.
âThe light. Hurt eyes. Head Hurts.â He gruffs out, burying his face into your skin to block out any other source that he could.
Your lips part in a soft âoâ as the picture becomes clear to you. Staying outside too long, helping you in the garden had come at a cost to the poor spider in the form of a splitting headache.
How could you have been so dumb to let him help you? The articles youâve read, the pieces youâve tried to put together to understand the man in your lifeâ they told you as much. How delicate some species' eyes could be but⊠Jimin never seemed to have that issue before. Never mentioned it, anyway. He doesnât mention a lot about himself.
You frown.
âMin, Iâm so sorryâŠâ
He only grumbles in reply, blunt nails digging into the back of your shirt to keep himself grounded. To keep his head from pounding any louder.
âLet meâ Let me go get you some Ibuprofen, yeah?â You hope the sound of your voice isnât making everything worse. If it does, he doesnât say anything, only shaking his head, burrowing it further under your hair.
âJust⊠stay.â He sighs in defeat, shoulders relaxing as he holds you close. He doesnât need medicine. He doesnât need anything else. He just needs you. Why canât you understand that?
âIâllââ You breathe, trying to force the flush of your cheeks to disappear. He can see in the dark, you know that much. You wouldnât want him seeing this. The effect he has over you. Doesnât he know how dangerous he is?
âIâll stay.âYou sigh in defeat, unaware to the pride that blooms in his chest at the battle won. The quiet chirp from his throat that he has you here, with him. Where youâre meant to be.
Hours pass just like that, just the two of you wrapped in each other's arms. No words spoken but quiet requests to know the other is okay. That the other is safe. Even as your muscles begin to cramp, bones start to become sore you donât dare to move. Donât dare to do a thing when you are the only one that matters to him right now.
Jimin makes it so easy to pretend.
Especially as his migraine begins to lift, as the conversation between two souls becomes more frequent. As he moves your body to the side so your head can rest against his chest. As his fingers smoothe over the skin of your thigh, rubbing gentle, comforting circles into your flesh.
âAnd then Namjoon, you know how bad a flyer he is, ran straight into the director of the park. Made her spill her whole coffee all over.â He smiles to himself as he tells the story of the bee hybrid, eyes heavy as he looks down at your form. So cute and small, âand you know what he said?â
You shake your head, âwhat?â
ââYou need some honey?ââ He recites, dipping his voice in a deeper octave to mimic what you can only assume to be Namjoonâs. His voice falling into quiet giggles, you quickly follow suit. Laughing at stories of friends, feeling at home in the dark closet.
You donât care how long the two of you have been in there. Only that he isnât in pain anymore.
âIâm glad youâre okay now.â You tell him, eyes feeling heavy, the soothing tremor of his voice vibrating in his chest making your head start to fog. Inklings of sleep slipping into your frame. Head lulling back against him, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.
He nods, his throat constricting at just how perfect you look there, fingers teetering on the brink of digging into your skin once more. âFeeling a lot better⊠my vision is still a little spotty but it's okay.â
You pout. He has to hold back a coo. Too cute. Do you even know how cute you are when you get like this? Probably not.
âNo, itâs not okay. I should have known. Told you to go back inside so you donât get hurt. I donât like it when you get hurt.â
His heart pounds once, twice before he releases a shaky exhale. Do you know what you do to him when you talk like that? When you show him just how much you care?
The level of restraint he has, it has to be impressive. If he was Taehyung, he would have taken you right there. Wrapped your arms in webs so you couldnât move. Mate you without a second thought.
Seriously, what did you think you were doing? Talking to him like that? Making him feel like heâs going insane, a few short strings from breaking free and just taking you to his nest. Keeping you there.
You canât say things like that to him. Not with how innocent you look, with how terribly he already wants you.
A harsh breath comes out of his nose as he forces the thoughts away. Heâs not Taehyung. Heâs not going to take you for his own selfish desires alone. No, heâs going to keep lulling you into his web like he knows you want. Knows you need. Keep being a good little spider for you.
âI should have told you.â He says quietly, lips coming down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, âCouldnât have known my species is sensitive like that.â
You hum in quiet annoyance, âStill⊠read online about some glasses that can help some insects manage light⊠should have bought them.â
A courting gift? No no, you donât know what that is. No matter what his spider screams he knows that isnât true.
He sighs, he needs a distraction. Something to calm the voice in his head screaming at him to kiss you.
Your leg kicks out gently as he starts, feeling like nothing but a feather tickling across your skin. Gentle silks laying across the surface from his wrists, spinnerets hard at work to produce the webbing he places on your thigh.
He huffs quietly, a smirk of a laugh coming out as he moves your leg back, âTickles?â He asks, an amused lilt present in his voice. Oh god, heâs going to start teasing you again. He loves teasing you.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask quietly, eyes glancing down to where his fingers move expertly. Thread after thread moving through his fingers, decorating your skin as he draws pictures. Paints flowers, sunsets, anything he can think of really across the canvas of your thigh.
âJust drawing⊠calms me down.â Marking you, claiming you. Showing every other arthropod that this one is his, this one is Jiminsâ. Well, at least for the next 3 days when the stick wears off. âDo you want me to stop?â
A tingle runs through your spine as he works, eyes not able to leave his hands for even a second. Your stomach swarms with what has to be a hive of bees, your core bubbling with something you donât want to describe or think about.
You just hope he canât smell you. Canât hear the race of your heart, the increase in breath. The flush on your cheeks that travels all the way to your ears.
He can.
âN-no⊠Itâs okay. I want you to feel better so⊠do what you need to do.â You mumble, trying to get your feelings to calm down before you fully lose it.
You have to buy those glasses.
Being a spider is just too difficult!
At least thatâs what Jimin has told you time and time again over the past 8 months youâve spent with him. Cold, icy months blossoming into the summer heat with him by your side. With him making residence in your home, cementing his place in your life without any regards for going back to his original home.
Itâs too hard for him out there anyway! People at the park think youâre scary so they wonât give you any snacks, security removes your webs when they become too prominent around the landscape. Something about having to âgive other spiders a chanceâ and them âtaking up too much space.â
Can you believe them?! All the time and effort he put into his pretty webs, gone in a flash! The strain the sun caused his eyes, the pounding headaches he endured stringing up pieces of silk along the trees, creating a beautiful orchestra of white to claim his territory.
Thank god he doesnât have to deal with that anymore, at least. Ever since you bought him those sunglasses, making webs outside has never been easier. Catching prey so much easier than ever before.
You donât think youâll ever get used to the sight of him eating the bugs he catches, but who are you to yuck his yum? You know all of the things heâs had to endure as a spider. Everything heâs convinced the world hates him for simply based on his breed alone. The least you can do is show kindness around his diet.
Thatâs how you end up rubbing his back in soothing circles time and time again, fangs piercing a stuffed animal or piece of fruitâ anything he can get his hands on really, as he whines, flinches as he spits out all of his venom.
His venom is one of the worst things heâs had to deal with, youâve learned. It builds up behind his teeth, waiting to be used on a waiting victim when there is no such thing. No exit point for the liquid to flow.
His fangs begin to ache, begging to pierce something just to release all of the pent up tension in his gums. It hurts too bad, too much to just keep it inside. So once a month, you find yourself in the same position, trying to help him relieve the aggression with soothing, gentle words as he spits the venom out in a way you can only imagine is unsatisfying. Leaving his fangs sensitive and achy for days to come.
In general, his fangs seem to be a point of special contention within the hybrid. Theyâre too pointy, cause too many issues. The extended canines digging into his plush lower lip just a little too hard making every movement just a little too uncomfortable. God, and he has to worry about brushing them to perfectionâ keep them pretty for his mate.
At least, thatâs what he tells you.
The rest of the world hurts him. You donât.
Today especially. At least that's what you can assume by the stretch of his arms, the whine bubbling from the back of his throat. His arms reaching for your form, beckoning you, calling you to join him on the couch. All worked up, acting like a wounded puppy that needs nursing just to get your attention.
It always works. Always will.
Some would say heâs become more pushyâ more desperate for your attention, forcing it from your grasp without realizing it yourself. Thatâs what your friends have told you. How easily you fit into the palm of his hand with no more than a simple gesture coaxing you forward into his sweet embrace, never noticing the glares he sends others who enter your home.
No, you would deny all of it. Listen when he tells you that you donât need your friends anyway. It just feels so good to be needed by him, wanted by him in a way you can never have him. In whatever way heâs willing to give.
r weakness than ever before. No matter how much youâve tried to avoid it, how much youâve tried to do the right thing and shove the stupid, pesky feelings down, heâs managed to twist himself into the confines of your heart. Filling a deep hole inside with his pretty silks and crooked little teeth. Takes up a lot more space then youâd ever be willing to admit. Not to him, anyway. Not when he could find his mate any day now.
Youâve been thinking about it more and more latelyâ the prospect of his mate. Itâs difficult not to when he treats you so kindly. When he creeps in your bed at night to cold you, when he reaches out for your comfort alone. When he graces your neck with his fangs his lipsâ
You drop the dishes back in the sink, shoving your thoughts back into the deep dark recesses of your mind. Maybe if you can be his comfort for now, that will be enough. Even if it isnât right.
Maybe thatâs just how far youâve fallen, how much heâs tangled you in his embrace. Not that it matters much, you smile all the same. Abandoning your task on only his third whine and fourth dramatic roll of the night. Giving in is so easy when itâs him.
But! Itâs a new record for how long youâve held out! Even got two stomps out of him. You should be proud of yourself.
Maybe you are, though it's for different reasons entirely as Jimin grabs at your wrists, pulling you down beside him. Nudging his face into the crook of your neck with a quiet, pained whine.
You like to ignore those other reasons. Theyâll only hurt more if you face them head on. But it's hard to, so hard when heâs this close. When heâs holding you like you may just be the very thing from shattering his world apart.
Or maybe youâre over thinking things.
Yeah. Itâs probably that.
âY/nâŠâ You feel his lips ghost your neck as he whines, wiggling slightly in discomfort.
His duality is always impressive, has been making your brain go a little haywire since he first moved in, since he became more comfortable in your presence. Letting you see him for what he really is. Always playing so cute, so pliant when he needs somethingâ attention, food, for you to just give in and give him what he wants.
Other times he acts as if he could be the reincarnation of Arachne herself. Beautiful, deceptive. Terrifyingly aware of how attractive he is to the human eye. You think he does it on purpose. Likes to see your head spin as you try to keep up with which apparition of Jimin you will experience that day.
He doesnât know how dangerous it can be, especially for you. How easy it can be to believe that it's real and not just the flirt of his personality. At least you have cute Jimin for now. Itâs a little easier to manage.
âYou okay Minnie? Something happen?â Your arm reaches up for where he clings to it, fingers gently petting through his fluffy blonde hair. The action seems to soothe him, make him almost pur from the feeling of your fingers alone. Make him feel the slightest bit better from whatever might be irritating him.
He forces his wrists onto your lap, nuzzles his face further into your neck. Inhale all the scents you have to offer. Let you see the issue of spiders.
The tiny holes of his spinnerets come into view, red and inflamed. Shit. They have to be hurting. The skin jutting out slightly more than it should be. Pretty strings of silk hanging in a messy manner. Clogged glands always hurt. Always make for issues.
You frown at the sight, delicately taking his wrist into your hand, looking at it closer. No, not too bad you have to take him to the doctor⊠you can handle it fine. But it wonât feel good, it never does. Dummy mustâve gotten too excited while webbing up the basement again, got his poor spinnerets working too hard. Overproducing silk to the point it has nowhere to go.
âMin!â You whine, already grabbing a pair of tweezers from the side-tableâ youâve learned itâs always good to have a pair on-hand. âI told you that you gotta be more careful!â
âI know!â He hisses almost pathetically, âJust got ahead of myself!â
His voice is no more than a grumble, turning his head away from you yet not pulling away in the slightest. Pretending he hates when you scold him, when you show just how much you care about him.
You pretend it isnât cute in much the same way.
âAlways end up getting ahead of yourself,â You sigh dramatically, acting as if having to take care of the arachnid bothers you more than it actually does. Truth be told, you donât care in the slightest. Who knows, maybe it even makes you preen in delight.
Feeling wanted as your fingers try to be as gentle as possible while removing the silk. Pulling out the little pieces strand by strand, work out the knot it's made under the skin to try and bring him some relief.
Though, no matter how careful you may be, he still flinches in pain all the same. Trying to cover it up like it was nothing, like every poke and prod doesnât hurt. Like he can be tough under your gentle hands and pained gaze. He knows it has to be done and no matter how much you hate to see him in pain, you do too.
The dull ache will grow worse and worse, could even turn into an infection if you don't handle it as fast as possible. Worst case? He may have to have his spinnerets removed completely. A fate that feels worse than death to a spider hybridâ or so youâve read at least.
Soon after he came into your life you did everything in your power to learn as much about his species as possible. Scoured webpage upon webpage, blog post on blog post, youtube video after youtube video. Even went down the sticky threads of a reddit rabbithole to try and learn everything about him.
The only thing you found: how horrible arthropod hybrids are treated in your society. Either sold at auction for absurd prices or cast aside completely depending on how âinhumanâ they look. How they are used as tools to show wealth or are discarded from the rest of the world completely. The notion alone had pissed you off to no end.
Jimin was a member of the latter groupâ or at least thatâs what you assumed. From behind no one would be able to tell he was any less than human. His lack of multiple limbs or fluttering wings left him to the devices of the reserve. Probably cast aside, dropped off by the people that raised him for not providing anything that went along with their definition of âvalueâ.
Your eyes pinch into a quiet glare. Theyâre just fucking stupid. Anyone could see that Jimin is perfect. Anyone could see that he did not deserve the treatment he's received, nor deserved to be in the state he was in when you first found him.
And while youâre glad he didnât end up with anyone else, still didnât end up in an auction house like many others had, you hate them for thinking they could define his value. That they could define him for more than what he lacked. He still has beautiful fangs. Still has beautiful eyes and his natural cobalt-blue hair. He is still perfect to you.
A sharp hiss leaves his lips, arm attempting to jerk back from your hold as your grip tightens just a hair too hard. As you accidentally tug on a far too sensitive part of the knot. Getting a little too lost in your head while your fingers pick away diligently. Trying to ease the pain as fast as you can.
âHuman!â He whines, quickly shushed by a flurry of apologies leaving your mouth. Face flushed, panic in your eyes as he admonishes you.
Once again youâre reminded all too well of how far youâve fallen for him. Heart racing, brain yelling at itself for hurting him.
Itâs dumb, you know that. Everything about the schoolgirl crush youâve formed on him is. But it doesnât stop the frown on your lips, the gentle rub of your fingers into his skin as you try to make it up to him.
A quiet grumble leaves his lips, heart hurting at the little dejected expression you wear. He forgives better than he forgets, moving his arms back to the pillow propped on your lap, allowing you to continue your work.
A pout stays on his lips as he watches your hands move. Watches the way the tweezers move under the thin layer of skin. Watches the way you move softer now, taking your time with him. Trying your utmost to not hurt him again.
To you it feels far too intimate. To him, it leaves him almost feral.
âBeen working really hard on them lately, havenât you?â Your voice sounds, trying to distract him or yourself from wandering thoughtsâ youâre not sure. Heâs almost cleanâ almost all better so you can stop playing nurse. Get a warm washcloth to soothe the skin, take away any ache that lasts from the overused glands.
He nods, âAutumn is coming upâŠâ He mumbles, the words leaving his lips in almost a shy fashion. Like itâs a secret that isnât a secret at all in the coy fashion he knows you adore.
He knows all too well all of the things that make your stomach flutter. Listens to your heart beat like itâs his favourite song, the flush of your cheeks his favourite painting. Every little twitch of your lip or tap of your feet he catches with ease. You are his favourite everything.
Youâve become far more interesting than any book, far more gorgeous than any actress. Learned to read you better than yourself.But he supposes that would happen to any hybrid who had to wait as long as him, endure as much as he has.
Humans are tricky things, you know? You have to wait and wait and wait just for them to finally give into what they really want. Play the long game to win a prize at the end like he wants, deserves.
Heâll win it soon. August.
âMmm? Having a contest with the house spiders or something?â You giggle, an effort to try and keep the atmosphere as light as possible. Try to distract from any pain he may be feeling at the moment.
Jimin is convinced he can speak to themâ the house spiders that you allow to stay in the corners of your house. Another one of Jiminâs pitfalls that you couldnât help but wonder into. He claims that theyâre his friends, that he talks to them all the time. You, on the other hand, are unconvinced. They probably just use him for food!
âHow did you know?! Who told you!â He gasps in mock surprise, head dipping low to rest on your shoulder before he continues, âNo, not this timeâŠthey all know I would win anyway.â
âI know you would,â He doesnât allow you in the basement to look at them, at least he hasnât in the last month, but youâve seen plenty strung around the house. Dotted in the corners of each room, his way of claiming territory. âYouâve always got such pretty silk.â
His face flushesâ he knows you canât see it. Itâs good if you donât, better if you have no clue how much your words affect him. Exactly how much those words mean to him.
Hopefully you will soon enough. Hopefully, if things go according to plan, youâll know a lot of things. But right now you just need to stay a little clueless. Just for a little longer.
Thatâs what he promises to himself.
âWhatâs happening in autumn then?â You ask, finally pulling the last bit of silk from his left wrist. Both finally clean, finally working like they should be.
Taking each wrist into one of your hands, your thumbs find the openings to the spinnerets. Fingers rubbing gentle, soothing circles into the flesh. Your version of a little makeshift massage. One that always causes him to fall apart under. Spine slumping, mouth parting slightly as he watches your fingers work. His brain going a little empty along with the soothing motion of your fingertips.
Another thing that you donât understand the intimacy of. The extent of what your touch means to him. How terribly it makes him want to bite you.
His voice is a pitch lower than before. You canât help but notice the way his breath stutters in his throat at the gentle movement of your thumbs. The way his pupils expand ever so slightly. The way he leans into your touch, avoids eye contact at all costs.
You canât help the blush that dusts your cheeks, the flutter of your ribcage. The way you keep going just because you know itâs making him feel good.
Stop it! Youâre thinking in a bad way again! It isn't right! Itâs just from the massage, the relief after his spinnerets are cleared! God, you canât think about him like this. Canât do this to yourself! Calm down, seriously. None of this is a big deal.
You know he can hear fast your heart is beating regardless of the argument going on inside of your brain.
âAutumn is mating season.â Your thumbs stutter.
Oh. That is something all of the articles definitely neglected to tell you. They didnât tell you anything about⊠that aspect of spiders. Not that they explained much to begin with but certainly nothing about breeding.
You canât help the way your grip tightens, trying to find purchaseâ stability at the revelation. Heart thrumming in your chest faster, more aggravated than before. The chill that travels down your spine with the hum of his voice so close to your ear.
Canât help the sinch of jealousy that finds you either.
Fuck, you hate that heâs smirkingâ without even looking at his face you can tell! You know he can hear the exact pitter-patter of your heart, any little sound or smell you let out he can easily pick up. Knows your exact emotions before you know them yourself.
âAh⊠I see.â This topic really shouldnât make you so embarrassed! Pull yourself together!
You know that all hybrids have a cycle they go through. Heats, ruts, anything in between. You knew that when Jimin came into your life he would be the same! Knew there would be a time when heâd have to lock himself in the basement, body flooded with hormones. The pretty sounds youâd have to block out filling the house.
But still, because itâs him, you canât help the nerves that arise from your core. The realisation that it would be coming sometime soon.
If youâre going to make it through youâd have to invest in some soundproof headphones. For your own sanity.
âMmm?â He smiles, voice sweet and saccharine. Away with the pain of existing also left cute Jimin, leaving a deadly predator in its wake. One that likes to taunt and tease you while acting as innocent as an angel.
Leaves your brain confused, floundering trying to keep up with his deceptively sweet tongue. Doing it all just to get a cute little reaction out of you.
Guess he picked up on the exact little whirlwind of your mind, âYouâre so cute when youâre embarrassedâŠâ
âShut up!â You whine, trying to stand from the couch so you can retrieve a washcloth. Try to avoid the way your heart is going to pound out of your chest, the way you know youâll fall farther into his clutches.
His arms lock on firm, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck to rub his cheeks against your skin. Scent you just like he does a million times a day claiming that it's necessary. Spiders smell so much less than other hybridsâ he has to do it or else.
Or at least thatâs what he saysâ you think that itâs another lie.
âWhat!â He laughs, âNot like Iâm saying anything dirty, itâs only natural.â He chides, sliding back against the couch, pulling you into his side with ease. Slotting you in like youâre meant to fit there, not whatever mate he meets in the future.
Your brain yells at itself. You know how dangerous that line of thinking is.
âUnless you want me to be dirty? I could if I wanted, you know.â He smiles as innocently as a wolf, fangs oozing with confidence behind them.
âOh my god!â You sigh dramatically, putting on the front you always do when your heart feels like it may just explode. When you feel like digging an early grave because Jimin knows exactly what heâs doing.
You simply roll your eyes, âAnd I could punch you in the dick if I wanted to, you know?â
His laugh is always so pretty, boisterous yet still as light as air. Head tilting back, his neck on display as he chastises you for the empty threat. One you both know wonât come true, at least not right now.
He smiles, a gentle kiss being placed on your forehead as he urges you to stay. Promising heâll be a âgood little spiderâ so you donât have to worry about him. The implication of snacks and movies making you stay. The way he pouts when you tell him youâre not buying anymore BugBitezâą until the end of the week confirming that this is where you need to be right now. That itâs right.
Itâs almost too easy for him too. Everything is too easy for you when it comes to Jimin. He claims the exact same.
Or at least, thatâs what he mumbles in your ear now. Arms wrapped around you as tight as he can manage. Movie nearing its end with Jimin on the cusp of consciousness, you having lost the plot of it a long time ago.
Something about Aliens? Cowboys? Mothman? You couldnât even hope to guess. Not when his breath is in your ear.
Itâs hard to focus when heâs so close like this. When heâs saying pretty words that could get you lost in your fantasy over and over again. Making him harder and harder to give him up every moment that passes you by.
âGot lucky with my human.â He mumbles, half asleep, face buried in your hair, âReally good human.â
His lips move so lazily when they speak. Fangs running across the surface your skin like they have a mind of their own. Never daring to pierce the surface. Never daring to bite you for real. No matter how bad he really, really wants to.
How bad he wants to mate you. Make you his pliant little preyâ see if the rumours about what his venom does to humans is real.
Your breath stutters but you pay it no mind. Trying, begging your eyes to remain focused on the movie. To ignore how deceptive sleepy Jimin is. Tomorrow, he will act as normal. His words will carry no weight.
He isnât your boyfriend. You arenât his mate. You two are just friends sharing a house.
Feelings you have no right to have are forced down over and over again. It seems like it's become a daily occurrenceâ a pattern of habit you have no hope in breaking. The love piling behind your eyelids means nothing when the person he is meant to be with could be around any corner.
But itâs getting harder. Too hard to hold them back and restrain yourself. Especially on nights like this when it feels like fate that the two of you met.
Thinking back on that fateful day now, all of those months ago, youâre sure it had to have been. Maybe the winter gods (if such a thing existed) decided to shine their light on you; to make the blizzard a little less lonely. Make your life filled with long days and even longer nights just a little bit brighter.
Or maybe they hated you and wanted you to suffer.
Wanted you to live a life knowing your affections will never be reciprocated, knowing that Jimin has a fated one out there somewhere just waiting for him. Knowing that it isnât you. Cursing you to a life of watching Jimin fall for another.
Thinking becomes so hard when itâs about Jimin. When itâs about the man who made you so far into the pits of hell that you donât think youâll ever crawl out.
So instead your fingers simply squeeze his hand. Rub gentle, soothing circles into the skin. Care for him like youâre meant to instead of thinking about what the future may hold. What will happen when he does find his mate. What they might be like, what they might dress like, if theyâll have to move in here, if youâll have to watch him fall in love over and over again every single day.
You think you might hate them.
You sigh.
No, that wouldnât be fair. Could never be fair to Min. He deserves happiness. He deserves the world whether or not youâre a part of it.
You hope he isnât able to pick up on the changes in your scent.
âMmm mm, got lucky with you Min.â
August 11th.
A beautiful dream shattered by the incoherent nightmare that is your spider pacing around your room. A pillow pulled to either side of your head, doing everything in their power to drown out the noise as an audible groan leaves your lips. His nervous prattling too early in the morning for your liking.
Any other day it would be fine, you would think that itâs cute. The way he worries his lip between his teeth. The way he gently bites down on the pad of his thumb, one arm crossed while the other soothes the skin of his chin.
Any other day youâd sit in bed, listen to him. Mock him slightly with how much worry runs through his body.
But he isnât talking about his mate any other day, is he? No, it seems that the occasion has been saved for this morning. His head running a mile a minute, losing all composure he once had before. Losing his very sense of self as anxiety courses through his veins.
âWhat if it isnât good enough? I need to present it to her soon. Need to make sure everything is perfect for her.â Apparently he had met her. When? You have not a single clue. Jimin hasnât left the house in weeks other than to go hunt bugs and to go to the grocery store with you.
âWhat if the web isnât big enough? She might not like the style eitherâŠâ He grumbles, eyes locked on the carpet as he moves back and forth across your room, âGod and what if she hates the food⊠No, no you know what she likes.â
âJimin, sheâll like everything. It will be fine.â You groan, sitting up in bed to face him, voice gruff with morning air.. You donât want him to be in here, talking about this. Talking to you about this. Shattering your heart every second that passes by.
You knew it would happen someday, you really did. You tried to do everything right. Tried to pretend reality wasnât creeping through your windows with every second that passes by. Try to ignore the impending sense of doom that covered your skin.
Did everything right only to end up failing once again due to the rations of Park Jimin.
You try to look at him through the fuzz in your eyes, sleep still trying to force you back into its clutches with everything that it has. Try to see what he is doingâ understand what he is saying. His voice continuing to speak yet not fluent enough for you to actually understand. His body twitches ever so slightly, head jerking as his teeth dig deeper and deeper into his thumb. It was almost like you werenât even in the roomâ not to him at least. Lost within the tangles of his brain.
Pulling himself deeper and deeper into the recesses of his mind, spiralling out of control of everything that seems rational, everything that he is meant to do or meant to say. Itâs almost like he isnât in the room at all. Isnât pacing along your floor, surrounded by your scent. Comforting his inner spider before it loses control entirely with the hormones that rush through his veins.
August 11th. The date was circled 5 times on his calendarâ red exclamation points, doodles scattered across the stupid day. Yet now, for the life of him he canât seem to remember why. He canât seem to remember much of anything though, so that isnât a surprise. Only his web. The gifts heâs prepared for this day. Yeah. Those are the only things he can seem to think about.
A hand lands on his shoulderâ one that isnât his own. Whoâs touching him? He isnât sure. Isnât sure of much other than the smell combing through the room that becomes sweeter and sweeter by the second. Honey he is unable to resist.
Especially with how soft the hand is that touches him. How gentle it is on his shoulder, his pace back and forth falling just so he can revel in it. Understand it.
âHey Min.â Oh. Itâs you. Your voice coming through the fog. Your voice startling him from the dream.
Gorgeous, gorgeous you.
Mate.
âItâs gonna be okay, yeah?â Why do you sound sad? No, maybe itâs distressed. His face falls.
No, no, no. You shouldnât be sad. You should never be sad. You should always be happy with him. You should love him. His love should make you whole. Your love makes him whole.
Wait, does he have your love yet?
Now he isnât sure.
All he knows is that he should. You should. He should wrap you up in his nest, hold you close until you feel nothing but him. Donât think about anybody else. Look at anybody else. You should always be happy and safe. Happy and safe with him just like he feels with you. Has always felt with you.
More than that stupid reserve. More than his webs back there. It was fate that brought the two of you together, right? Right? So he should be allowed to indulge just a little. He should be allowed to let go of this stupid, fucked up play heâs been putting on for so long. He should be allowed to do whatever he wants.
The reserve always taught him he was a wild spider, you know?
Wait, spider.
Spider.
His rut. Thatâs whatâs coming today. Thatâs why the day was circled. Thatâs why Jimin isnât acting like himself. Thatâs why his spider is itching, clawing to come out to play. Why he so desperately wants all of you to himself.
He hasnât even presented his web yet.
He tilts his head at you, blank eyes staring down into bright ones. Ones that hold his entire world at your fingertips.
âThere he is.â Your smile is almost blinding. Makes his head pound just like the sun's rays.
Thatâs right. Thatâs why he needs to keep his composure. To keep that smile on your lips. To keep you happy. To keep you falling in love with him slowly the human way. The way he knows youâd prefer. Knows you adore every second of.
He isnât Taehyung. He isnât Taehyung.
The human way is better. Better at keeping you pliant. Better at keeping you happy. Better at keeping you unafraid.
He hates when people are scared of him. Hates when people flinch with every movement he makes. Hates when people canât just love him like he so craves. Heâs still a hybrid. He still wants love. He was bred for it just like the rest of them.
So when you came into his life, so gentle and caring despite the palpable fear that scented the airâ weighed it heavily, it sparked light behind his eyes. When he felt you touch him, felt the sparks dance across his flesh and allowed himself to inhale once more. When there were no traces of fear within you, only the scent of his mate. His eternity.
He knew he had to do the right thing. Had to make you love him the human way. Had to make you fall for him, endure the wait. Endure the daily struggles of his instincts just so you would never be afraid of him. The end would be worth it.
He would never let you fear him even at the cost of his own sanity.
Because he isnât Taehyung. Heâs Jimin. Heâs a good spider.
âYou need to be careful MinâŠâ You tell him quietly. Your voice is the only anchor to his shaky world. The light brought him back from the edge over and over again today.
He needs to leave your room before all of his planning goes to waste. Calm himself down. Present to you his web and all of his gifts so you can accept him properly.
âYour thumb⊠itâs bleeding honeyâŠâ He tilts his head again, inspects your hands as they move closer. Tries to force lucid thought from behind his heavy eyelids as you touch his skin directly.
Tries to ignore the throb deep inside as you gently remove the finger from his lips. Pull it away from the fang that was piercing him. The sting of the bite.
He hadnât even noticed it.
He watches as a single drop spills from the abrasion. Slipping down his finger. Feels the way your hands come up to cup his cheeks.
Leave. Leave. Leave.
The way your thumb comes to his lips, worry etched across your features as you swipe away any remaining blood from his lower lip.
Leave. He needs to leave.
He isnât sure how your finger ends up in his mouth. His plush lips wrapping around the digit, tongue curling around your flesh as he licks away the red spilled. Sucking on it gently as heat curls in his stomach. His eyes half-lidded, staring into the recesses of your very soul.
A groan passes through him at the taste of your skin. How sweet you are against his tongue. Do you even know what a vixen you are? What a tease youâve come to be over the past 9 months?
No. Of course you donât. Not with the blush that rushes to your cheeks. The stutter of his name that passes through his lips. The questions that you askâ what are you doing? Wh-why?
He wants you to be quiet. To enjoy you for all itâs worth. Enjoy everything you have to offer.
The command is silentâ no more than the press of his bleeding thumb to your lips. The demand that you part them for him. To clean that wound that you unknowingly caused.
A hand on your cheek directing your head back. Heâs been a good little spider, you can be a good little girl too, canât you?
You are.
âJ-Jimiââ He slips it inside, resting the pad against your tongue. Holding it in place. Asking, begging for this one little thing from you. You donât mind, do you? Youâve always made him feel better before. This is no different, is it?
And so you do.
He watches the way your eyelids fall, your lips close as you begin to gently suck against it like he so craves. Like he desires down to the very cells that make up his body.
To imagine itâs his cock instead. Gently fucking into you over and over again, teaching you how to take his it how he likes. How he knows youâll like. Youâll love everything about him. Youâre meant to. Itâs in the fabric of your DNA and soon it will all be his. Right after he shows you hisâ
Shit.
He needs to leave.
Got carried away in his fantasy. In pretending again.
His rut is coming too fast, too strong now that he finally has his mate in his grasp. He needs to leave. He needs to calm down so he can go this properly.
He leaves you on the bed, more confused and distressed than when he first entered. Annoyance hovering over your entire wake in a blanket of unrest. One that you know will not ease your soul for the rest of the day.
The spider has locked himself away. Hiding from you. Keeping himself in the basement, door locked, shutters drawn to drown out any sense of you that may be persisting.
You, on the other hand, have had nothing to do but stew in your own emotions. Think about every little decrepit detail that occurred hours prior. Edicting yourself to only address him by spider even in your thoughts.
Itâs spiteful, sure. But itâs the least he deserves, you know? After everything heâs put you thoughâ pulling you along like a little puppet on a string. Making you sit idly by for him to give you any lick of affection heâs willing to part with. Making you feel special, like you're worth something every second that he gets only for him to remind you with too much familiarity that he isnât yours to have.
He woke you up, told you about his mate, looked at you like he was going to fuck you, and made you suck on his finger only for him to leave? The sheer fucking audacity of this man.
Youâre sick of it.
Sick of having to force everything down because you know it isnât what he wants. Sick of falling in love with him every day. Sick of having to play house. Sick of not having him. Sick of being playing the lovesick fool.
So, into the novels you fall. Into alternate worlds that are far better than your own. Displacing yourself into new habitats, new environments to escape the confines of the four stuffy walls that surround your body, head, and heart.
Into a world where itâs okay to fall in love with whoever you want. Where itâs okay to feel wanted. Where reality can be shut away by your headphones and a good snack. Where you can ignore the body approaching behind you. The tap on your shoulder.
You try to, honestly. And a good attempt it was.
Keeping your grip firm on the pages, nails digging into the paper below. Breath in your lungs held as if doing so would keep him away. Eyes tracing the pages over and over again though reading nothing. Attempting to appear as if you didnât notice him at all.
Maybe he would leave, that was your biggest hope. Take the headphones placed firmly over your ears as a loud, obnoxious hint. That he would see youâre not interested and retreat to his basement layer to plot on the next way to torture your heart.
He doesnât. He never would.
His frame comes to kneel in front of you. To stare up at you with those big brown doe eyes that you know you could never escape. Placing a gentle hand on your knee, trying to get you to see that he is there. That he wants to see you.
You see his lips move, though ignore entirely what they say. Letting out a huff, turning your body away from his own. Continuing to mindlessly stare at the pages even though their contents holds no meaning in this moment. No real value.
His forehead drops to your leg, a sigh leaving his throat. Words mumbled from his lips youâre unable to make outâ not that you would want to hear them anyway.
Maybe itâs a temper tantrum of sorts. Giving him a taste of his own medicine. To feel even a pinch of what you do. He probably never does.
Your fight is a good one. It truly isâ at least you think so. But it all comes tumbling down the second his lips press against your knee. His hands reaching past your iron grip on the book to hold your own.
You will always fall to the likes of Jimin.
Especially when you see his lips mouth the word please. His brows crested with worry, his lower lip quivering in worry. Fangs biting the surface to try and soothe the nerves he feels.
Any sense of foreboding he held earlier, gone. The tick of his shoulders, the cold, blank stare of his eyes vanished. Your Jimin, the one youâre used to, in love with, rising to the surface again.
Youâre unable to fight against the plea, no matter how much you want to. Unable to fight against him.
âWhat is it.â Your voice is harsh as you remove your headphones, setting the book to the side. Much more than it appears heâd like it to be if the flinch of his neck is anything to go by.
âIâŠâ Words feel lost in his throat, but he forces himself to continue forward, âI have something I need to show you, humanâŠâ
Why is he acting so weird? Acting like earlier never happened? He seems nervous, almost petrified at your reaction. As if anything you say could break him entirely.
You donât understand it at all. Anything about this situation, really.
âOkayâŠ?â You watch his face carefully, trying to reason. To figure out why exactly the air seems so heavy. Why this situation feels so tense. âShow me then?â
âIâŠYou have to come with me?â It sounds like a question, his face flinching at his own words. Heâs meant to do this perfectly. Why canât he seem to get it right? Why canât his instincts help him with this? âLike, I canât bring it up here⊠I need you to follow me?â
âHuh?â The quiet breath leaves your throat as your features pinch.
He quickly tries to explain further, trying to help you see through the worry on your face, âNot far I promise. Just to the basement, yeah?â
Your head jerks back in surprise, âYou never let me go down there.â
âYeah butâŠitâs special this time.â Oh.
Itâs almost as if the pieces click together on their own. Your brain drawing conclusions, making decisions for you despite the obvious staring right in your face. His mate is probably down there. Wants you to meet her.
You can only sigh, accept your fate for what it is. Follow the boy with the string to the basement once again, just like the first night he came tumbling into your life.
âOkay.â
He holds your hand as you walk.
Holds it as if his life depends on it. As if itâs the red string of fate that has tied your two bodies together for the rest of eternity. As if he might die the second you two part. As if you might run away the second he lets go.
You never do, never try to run away from him. Youâve tried to run away from your feelings for so long. The least you can do is see through to the end of them, right? That would be the right thing to do. The dignified thing instead of trying to throw a tantrum on the floor.
The walk to the basement feels like the longest in your life. A marathon you have no training for, no experience with tugging you along. Silence extended for miles along each creak of the floorboards, each set of the dim stairs.
Jimin left the lights off, dusk settling along the horizon not long ago. Only distant flickers from the basement coming through as you make your way down. Candle light in the distance lighting the way.
He doesnât say a thing as your feet reach the bottom of the stairs, toes cushioned by soft silk lining the floors. He doesnât have to.
Itâs beautiful. Thatâs the only way you can describe what heâs turned the basement into.
Beautiful silks cover every waking surfaceâ the floors, the walls, the ceiling all lined in brilliant patterns of white dancing across the surface. Creating stories as if they were living themselves.
You wish you could stare at them. Admire them for the rest of your life. Decipher each piece laying, coating the surface. Envisioning the world through the eyes of Jimin. Through the world around him.
Webs cross from floor to ceiling, taking space over the room. Intricately laid in patterns you are more accustomed to with spiders. Webbed hatching sectioning off parts of the space, acting as furniture for the bug to rest on.
As your eyes scan the room, you finally find what you think has to be the most gorgeous web in the world. Sitting in the far right corner of the room stands a nest that takes up the entire corner. The effort it took to make it clear in its craft. So soft, so comfortable.
You almost want to curl up in it yourself.
Illuminated by only the glow of candle light, Jimin does nothing but watch as you take everything in. Watch as your face changes into that of euphoria. Mesmerised by everything he has worked so hard on, everything heâs done just to impress you.
You turn to face him, staring at him with nothing but wonder in your eyes.
âJimin, this isâ fuck this is incredible,â Your voice is breathless, cut off by how overwhelmed you are with everything. With him. âThis mustâve taken you so long, itâs so beautiful. Oh my god, how did youââ
He canât take it anymore. Canât take it now that he has you here, has you in his web. Now that he can keep you in it forever. Complimenting him. Completing him. He needs to finish with the rest of this fast. Before he does something heâll regret. Before he finishes showing you how good a mate he will be to you properly.
He tugs you forward, practically puzzling as he tugs you deeper into his room of webs. Expertly guiding you through each one without a second to spare.
Jittery, excited. Feeting rocking themselves back and forth as he sits you on a blanket placed on the ground.
He isn't going to last much longer. Not before his heat takes over. Before he loses his mind at you in the sight of his nest. His mate in his nest. Waiting to be bred. Waiting forâ
No, no Jimin. Stop it. Stop acting like a spiderling that doesnât know what to do with himself now that he has his mate in his nest.
âIâŠâ He takes a deep breath, voice shaky as he tries to calm himself down, âI made us a picnic⊠I hope you like it.â
His spider hisses at the words, hating having to describe it as something stupid like a picnic. No, it's a nuptial gift. Evidence that heâs a good enough mate. That heâs good enough for you. That he deserves you.
You watch him, watch as he pushes the basket filled to the brim with food over to you. Watch as his frame shakes slightly as he stares at you, fingers tapping against strings of webs closest to your leg.
You canât help but feel lost. Overwhelmed with affection, but utterly, entirely, hopelessly lost all the same. What is he doing? Why is he presenting all of this for you? Shouldnât he be doing this for his mate? Isnât all of this some type of courting ritual?
Oh.
It appears the puzzle you constructedâ pieces matched together haphazardly stuck together with glue isnât the solution after all. Isnât the reality presented before you know.
Youâre⊠youâre Jiminâs mate?
Your eyes widen, head jerking to meet Jiminâs gaze. His pupils shaky, not daring to leave the surface of the basket. Not daring to move an inch until you accept him.
Youâre an idiot.
âJ-Jimin a-are weâŠ?â You hesitate to ask, hesitate to break the gentle balance residing over the entire basement.
His head snaps to face your own, eyes plagued with the same blank, predatory look as before.
âMate.â Deep, harsh, scratchy. His voice makes you feel like heâs going to devour you whole. Like he is the monster waiting in the deepest recesses of your nightmares when that couldnât be farther from the truth. When in reality he is the very being your soul yearns for stronger than any other.
The revelation, theâ everything leaves you overwhelmed. Emotions strung up for the stars, casting aside any comets that tried to hurdle towards the perfect glass encasing this moment. This eternity you wish to live in forever as you finally understand that he wants you just as much as you want him.
You canât help but grab his cheeksâ ignore how venomous he looks, and press your lips against his own. Canât help the explosion behind your eyelids, the sparks that travel across your skins in euphoric waves. The way your heart swells like a balloon, racing in your chest so fast you fear you may die.
Every emotion youâve felt that day, every nagging, creeping sensation finding its way into the back of your skull vanishes in an instant. No going back. No orchestra or chorus reprise. No thoughts of not being his mate. You are his mate.
Only him.
Only Jimin.
He doesnât part with you, not for a second. Not when he finally has you against him. When you so easily rise into his lap. When his natural instincts finally stop screaming at him and take over completely. Kiss you with everything heâs worth. Devour you whole.
His hands find purchase on your hips, blunt nails digging into the skin. Mocking him for not doing this in the closet with you all those months ago. Allowing him to truly understand how good it wouldâve felt then. How good it will feel every second that follows.
He thinks you have to be the prettiest thing in the world.
His spider thinks that you need to be bred full of his spiderlings. Fucked so hard that you wont be able to walkâ wont be able to leave his nest. That heâll be able to tie you up nice and pretty, stuff you with his cum over and over again until youâd never even think about leaving.
His spider is winning.
âMinâŠâ Your voice is breathless, trying to keep up with the flurry of kisses he presses against your lips, your faceâ anywhere he can reach. Itâs like heâs addicted to the feeling, like heâs making up for lost time.
âMin, I love you.â And just like that, any sanity he has left vanishes.
His spider has won.
Without a second thought youâre lifted from your place on his lap, thrown carelessly into his nest. His nest where you will stay. His nest where heâll keep you. All thoughts vanished from that pretty little head of yours. Just like it should be.
His hands find the back of his collar, shirt discarded without a second thought on the floor. He doesnât need it anymore. Not when he has you. When he wants to feel you fully.
You can only stareâ fawn at his tan skin. The gentle muscles on display for you. For your eyes only while he crawls towards you. Stalks you just like they might a pretty little butterfly caught in their web. Wrapped in webs and killed without a second thought.
His lips find yours once again. Slotting together, filling the other to make them whole. Dazed in lust and passion, neither soul hoping there would ever be a way out for the other.
Well, there wonât be for you. But thatâs okay. Youâll love it. Love every second of it.
He knows it as his fingers dance against your skin. Sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, running with skilled ease up your sides. The chill that racks through your body is evidence enough. The way you so easily allow him to draw your shirt over your head solidifies it. Your shorts follow, making it set in stone.
Your breath comes out in short pants, every slight touch, every little movement sends fire burning through your skin. Igniting you, setting your core ablaze with heat that only he can extinguish.
Fingers gently sliding over your ribs, thumbs coming just blow your breasts to rub circles into the skin while his fangs nip gently into your lower lip. He canât bite you now. No, after he mates you he can bite you all he wants.
He groans at the thought, hips rocking themselves against your clothed cunt. Allowing you to feel all of himâ the press of his cock, the motion of his need allowing you to fall higher and higher into a heaven you did not think possible.
You whine at him to do something, anything. Too impatient to wait any longer. Too impatient to live a second more without something, anything buried inside of you.
His smile is sick, twisted as he reclines back on his heels. Allows himself to get a good look at you.
âShh, ShhâŠâ His hand cups your cheek, smoothing his thumb against your lips. Pressing it inside with more ease than before. More compliance than before. Thereâs a good little girl.
âPoor thing is having a hard time, huh?â He mocks gently, hips pressed firm against your own allowing you to feel every inch of him, âPretty lips all swollen, pussy a little mess from just kissing⊠mm mmâŠâ
He groans, hand slipping between your legs. What he finds is no more than a mess of a girl. Hips bucking upwards. Slick dripping from your center, panties coated in arousal. Puffy little clit begging for any attention heâs willing to give it.
Without any hesitation his thumb finds your clit, pressing against it without any thought of reprieve. Without any thought to give you any of the relief you crave. Youâve made him wait this long, you can wait a second, no?
He groans high as you buck against his hand, mewl leaving your lips as some sort of plea. Ah~ how cute. Such a little thing so desperate for something, anything that youâre willing to give up your very head in return? How cute! How adorable!
His spider preens. Is almost so belated he doesnât notice the hands that come down to grip his wrist. Hold him in place all so you can circle your hips against his thumb. Rub adorable little rings into your clit without any help from him. Use him to make yourself feel good.
A coo leaves his lips. Who is he to deny such a pretty little human?
âAh pretty baby wants to feel good, does she?â He almost giggles at how pathetic you look. How adorably you cling to him. How hard you try.
His arm is ripped from your grasp, pulling back from the very place you desire him most. Where your arousal soaks the cotton of cotton, so palpable he can practically taste it in the air.
âItâs okay babyâŠâ He sees the annoyance in your face, the battiness you hold in your heart coming to light. Excited to tame it. Excited to quell the pretty little devil in his web.
Tie you up. Breed full.
Breed you.
His fingers work fast. Arms are pulled over your head, silks quickly pinning them to the surface. Strings wrapping and wrapping until heâs sure youâre secure. Sure you canât move.
His hips gently rock against your own, clothes cock pressing against your core. Watching as your hips buck, as you try to urge him closer with a pathetic whine.
See exactly how you struggle against the strings.
Perfect, perfect girl. How did he get so lucky, huh? Can never be sure.
Youâre unable to stop the cry that leaves your throat as his hands pull your panties aside, finger thrusting into your wet heat. Filling you up, making you feel a little more whole.
âMin~â The moan of his name is shaky. Every sense you have in overdrive as he works his finger against your walls. Every push inside deeper, harder. Curling against your walls in the exact way you craved.
Pleasure coils in your stomach faster than you thought possible. A second finger joining the first, pumping in and out as he prepares you for his cock. Prepared you to take all of him and nothing less.
He knows you can do it. You can, canât you?
âMhmm baby, I know⊠head a little clearer now, huh?â He chuckles, chastising, âCan only think when youâre full. Itâs so cute.â
You whimper at his words, head rolling back as the coil pulls tighter and tighter within your gut. Urging you to just let it snap, feel everything youâve been waiting for.
âF-feels goodâŠâ You mutter quietly, unable to see the haze cloud his vision. The way his amused expression drops into that of a wild animal.
Without any warning his fingers pull out of your heat, body leaving your own entirely as he stands. Grabbing your hips, dragging them closer. Flipping your body over. Setting you pretty on your knees, arms uncomfortable crossed in front of you.
He quickly rids himself of his pants, allowing his cock to spring free from their confines. Head red and messy as it hits his stomach. Angry at how neglected youâve left him. How desperately he wants this.
You have no way of preparing yourself for the drag of his cock through your lips. The gentle nudge against your clit. Thick head dragging through your folds, spreading your arousal. Mixing it with his pre-cum.
Making you messy. Making you dirty just for him. Making you belong to him.
âGonna fill my mate.â All humour is gone from the man behind you, as if he is someone else entirely. Itâs really too bad your head has a few too many screws loose to care. Care about anything other than the way his firm head presses against your hole. The way his blunt nails dig into your flesh.
âGonna breed her. Mate her. Make her mine.â Itâs almost as if his word is a command. The very sentences he utters become law.
You can only nod your head. Give yourself to the very man that fate led you to all those months ago. âWant~â
The thrust of his hips into your walls is almost too much to bear. A cry leaving your lips as he fucks himself inside in a single thrust. Forcing you to take him to the hilt, to feel all of him stretch your walls. No break. No waiting around.
Youâve both done enough waiting.
It hurtsâ the burn, as he stretches you full. Presses his cock against your walls making sure your cunt remembers no one but him.
The way he gives no reprieve, fucking into you like an animal starved. Pulling back until only the tip remains inside before fucking himself fully inside once more.
âMin!â You cry, waves of pain and pleasure boiling all the same within your bones. All the same inside of your blurred head, nothing but static and thoughts of him behind the line of your eyes. Slipping off into space as you let cunt clenched pathetically around his cock.
âGood mate, taking me so well. Such a good human.â He groans, hips pulling back and thrusting into you over and over again. Making you fall apart with his pace. Pumping his cock into your pathetic little hole fast and hard. Ruining you for any other man.
Making sure he will be the only one you allow to enter heaven.
Your moans come out wanton, pleaing. Hips start to move back against him, trying to keep up with his pace despite the burn you begin to feel in your tied arms. Desperate to let him know just how good heâs filling you. Just how good heâs making you feel.
âMy mate.â His pants come out harsh, breath on your neck as he hovers close. The sound of skin and against skin is the only thing youâre able to hear. The pressure of Jiminâs lips against your neck makes you feel like youâre about to go insane.
Heâs desperate to make you fall apart on his cock alone. Pleasure building and building, the coil tight. Ready to snap at any moment. Ready to fall apart at his command.
âGonna make you mine forever pretty.â His voice is featherlight once more. The switches have you reeling, your brain spinning. âWant that, donât you? For me to bite you? Mark you up? Breed you full of my spiderlings? Ruin that pretty little head for anything else.â
He sighs, nails digging into your hips where theyâre sure to leave bruises. You nod your head in agreement, moans spilling past your lips as his hips change their angle. His cock hitting the spot that leaves you seeing stars on every thrust.
âSay the word and youâre mine.â You feel his fangs against your skin. The harsh drag across your delicate skin. âForever.â
You canât take it anymore, pleasure burning through you. Blinding you. Unable to think about anything else other than the rough thrusts of his cock against your walls.
âPlease.â Itâs no more than a whimper, but he swears itâs the loudest thing heâs ever heard.
His teeth clamp into your fleshâ the final thing needed to push you over the edge into bliss. Your body stutters, walls a vice around his cock as the coil finally snaps. Heat flowing through every cell you possess. The only thing in your soul is Jimin.
Your back arches, eyes dotting with black as you allow it to overtake you. Jimin rocking you against him, groaning as he fills you with his cum, painting your walls white. Allowing you to ride out your high with him. Finally allowing the rut to rid his brain for only a moment.
He slowly pulls out of you, panting. Quickly moving to cover your center back up with your underwear. Make sure all of his cum stays tucked away in your pretty little pussy to get you nice and pregnant.
You can only whimper, body twitching at every movement he makes. Worn down your bonesâ energy sucked so dry you canât even feel the throb of your neck. Donât even notice the blood that drips from where he marked youâ claimed you in the way only a hybrid can.
All you're sure of is the need to be close to him. Need to feel him.
Is this what he had been feeling all along? Marks were known to do that, to allow you to feel what your mate does. If he had to endure what youâre feeling right now, it had to have been hell for him.
âMinâŠâ you calm his name. Pull him from where he stares between your legs. Where his fingers rub circles into the surface of your underwear, spreading any cum that leaks from your twitching hole.
Within a second heâs at attention, staring at you with all of the love in the world. Youâre not sure how you missed it before. How you could have deluded yourself into believing any less.
He pouts as you wiggle at your restraints, silk holding your arms in place all this time. He gently shakes his head, slowly flipping your body back over onto its back. Crawling over you to look at your face properly. Take in your fucked out expression. Ruined his pretty little human. Made her perfect.
âDonât want to.â His lower lip juts out at you, eyes wide just like a begging dog. âLook pretty tied up in my web. Should stay like this. Forever.â
âI donât think my job would like that very much.â You giggle, lip pouting out to match his own. He leans down, quickly capturing your mouth in a quick kiss.
Something hard pressed against your leg once more. His hand comes down to guide it against your heat. Rub against you despite the oversensitivity and cum leaking from your hole.
âThen we move to the woods together⊠Iâll hunt for usâŠâ He grumbles, pushing your underwear to the side once more. Collecting any cum that has spilled out with his cock, gently fucking it back into your cunt with the head.
A whine rips from your lips due to oversensitivity. Pussy sore, aching from what he just put you though. What you aptly begged for. Yet you canât deny him. Donât want to deny him with how good it feels to be filled. How addicted youâve become. Cock drunk.
âWh-what?â You try to breathe, walls fluttering around his length as he slowly thrusts back inside. Filling you to the brim once again. âW-we canât do that, MinnieâŠâ
His thrusts are slow, languid. Almost like heâs making love. Treating you with utmost care despite how wrecked your entire frame is.
He is entirely unaffected. His rut leaves him wanting for more and more until you have nothing left to give. Face twisting into confusion at your words.
âWhy canât we? Make you up a nice pretty web⊠keep you full all the timeâ He hums against your neck, gently licking at his mark, âtreat you like a real good mate, yeah? Fill you up over and over. Will look so pretty with my spiderlings.â
He moans the words, hips speeding up ever so slightly at the thought. It dawns on you that this must be his rut talking. Filling his head with nonsense he knows canât come true. In a few days when he wakes up from it, heâll probably pretend he never said anything about taking you to the woods. Keeping you there.
No harm in agreeing, is there? Especially when he makes you feel so good. So happy and full. When it makes him feel just as good. When your head starts to feel fuzzy, the exhaustion weighs heavily on your consciousness. Youâre on birth control anyway, it's fine.
âMmhmm⊠sounds nice..â You moan quietly, already feeling your second orgasm approaching. Allowing yourself to become lost in the same dream as him. Allowing yourself to fall victim to pretty words and false promises. Ones that he intends to make true.
âGonna take such good care of my mate.â He groans, face buried in your neck. He feels your walls clamp around him, pulling him in over and over again. Cunt never wanting him to leave.
His hand draws between your thighs, fingers rubbing quick circles into your clit. Neither of you are going to last long. Both too sensitive to do anything but fall into the pleasure of each other.
Pussy fluttering against his cock, head rolling back as your high runs through you once more. White clouding your vision, ears ringing as you are overcome with fire. Drowning in the feeling of his cock fucking you full of his cum once again.
He lets out a harsh groan as he fills you. Breeds you just like a good spider would. Makes you feel complete as he helps you through both of your highs.
Your eyes feel heavyâ too heavy to stay open even a second longer. Too tired to stay awake as he pulls your underwear back over your center. As he pulls your body close to his own.
He doesnât blame you, never could. It must be hard having to keep up with a hybrid during their rut. But he knows you can do it. Knows youâll do it for him. Especially with the promises you made. The ones you made only to him.
The last words you hear before falling under the veil of consciousness is a simple declaration. One youâve waited months to hear.
âI love you.â
âY/n! Hurry up!â
The whine of Jiminâs voice is louder than any car, highway, hellâ aeroplane youâve ever heard, youâre sure of it. The grip of his hand around your own is like iron, tugging you along the worn trail path, trying to urge you faster than your feet will allow.
âIâm going! Iâm goin!â You chide with him, giggle leaving your lips at his hurried nature. You donât think youâve ever seen the spider more excited. Maybe even more so than when he strokes the bite mark scarred into your shoulderâ your permanent reminder that you are his and he is yours.
âNot fast enough!â He groans, head rolling back in annoyance, âThe best spot is going to get taken!â
Heâs told you about this spot time and time againâ excitement palpable with every mention. A beautiful clearing back at the reserve, one that the trees shine perfectly through. The best spot for basking in the whole park, as well as for begging humans for snacks.
You smile at the thought. Following as close behind him as your feet will manage. Blanket and bags of food tight in your grip. After months of paperwork, he can finally return to this place without fear theyâll take you away from him. The mate licence in your wallet proof enough of it.
He finally gets to take you to the reserveâ the place he called home for so long before he met you. The place where he first learned how to be a proper spider. The first place he learned to make friends. Heâs most excited about the latter part, getting to show off his shiny new mate to all of his friends. The one he caught the human way.
Heâs been talking about it for days, since you first brought up the idea of visiting. Of wanting to see where he lived before he met you. Prattling on and on about everything heâs going to show you, how heâs going to introduce you to Jungkook if he can. About the waterfall over the cove that you two can swim in without anyone finding out.
All of it is a dream come true for your little spider. Your mate.
You smile at the thoughtâ how excited he is as he helps you set up the blanket on the ground. As he helps spread food all around you. Body jittery, head twitching at every little sound.
Itâs clear heâs going a little crazy with joy. Entirely ecstatic to have you here with him. Sitting across from him on the ground in a way that almost mocks the picnic you had in his basement that night months ago.
Ah, sorry. Nuptial gift ceremony. He liked it a lot better when you called it that.
âOh! And then, after we eat, I can introduce you to the head of the park! Sheâs Namjoonâs mate, but she doesnât know it yet.â He talks to himself, chatting idly about nothing as he presses another strawberry to your lips. You eagerly take it, biting down on the fruit without a second thought.
You cover your mouth with your hand as you speak, âReally? It must be difficult to confess to her, then.â
He nods his head, overexcited as he looks past you into the trees. Nose twitching as he tries to pick up a scent. Yellow tinted sunglasses high on his nose to block any light from hurting his delicate pupils.
You canât help but think about how beautiful he is. How lucky you are to have him.
His hair has grown out since that fateful day months ago, blonde replaced by a deep blue that puts the night sky to shame. How his frame has bulked out ever so slightly. Pretty tan skin looking more healthy than ever. His head off in the clouds, trying to ground himself so he doesnât pick you up and drag you off into the woods.
The human way is never easy for him.
âMhmm⊠heâs trying but he isnât very good at it. Doesnât understand how humans like it to be doneâŠâ He mumbles.
âHybridâs do it different?â
âYeah,â He seems a little lost in space, nose twitching harsher as he tries to recognise the exact scent he knows will be coming soon. Jungkook can never hold himself back from a picnic, no matter how far. He just wishes his nose was stronger.
âHybrids just take their mate right away. Prove theyâre a good mate and then itâs done. But humanâs you have to teach.â Your shoulders drop slightly, and maybe if it wasnât for the love you felt for him or the mate mark pressing against your neck, you would have understood the severity of his words. Of teaching a human, tricking them into making them fall.
âOhâŠâ You pout, head coming down to rest against his shoulder. None the wiser to the meaning behind his words, âIâm sorry⊠it mustâve been hard for you.â
He only shakes his head, âItâs okay. I just didnât want you to ever be scared.â
Suddenly, Jimin is standing. Eyes darting across the underbrush that surrounds the treeline. You follow his vision, squinting slightly to try and make out exactly what he is looking at when two antennae pop over the other side of a bush. Twitching, pointing in your direction. Hunting down food as they move closer.
The insect moves close, tilting his head as he finally moves within your line of vision. Mop of brown floppy hair on his head, wide bunny eyes. Twitching nose all the same. If it wasnât for the lack of ears and black antennae jolting from his head, you wouldâve thought he was a rodent.
âKook!â Jiminâs voice is loud as he quickly runâs to meet the boy. The other looks just as excited, eyes lighting up with stars as his legs take off in the same direction. The two fall into a puddle of laughter and play fighting as they fall to the ground in greeting.
The infamous Jungkook, an ant hybridâ the biggest ant hybrid youâve seen, mind you. Jiminâs best friend is finally revealed. And you have to say, seeing them together. Watching as your mate attempts to playfully tie him up silks has to be the prettiest sight youâve ever laid eyes on.
âOh my god, Min!â You laugh as Jimin struggles, the giant ant hybrid easily breaking free from the others strings. Instantly the attention is on you. Jimin leaning back to his heels, head thrown back as he whines.
âShut up! Heâs gotten stronger! My webs hold you good enough!â You continue to laugh, unaware of the ant sneaking closer. His antenna tickling your shoulder as he stares at the food in front of you. Begging for just a little taste to bring home to his colony, a little bit to make the queen happy.
You happily oblige, making room for the two of them to join you once again after their little scuffle. A reunion too cute to not try and remember forever. And just like that, conversation begins to flow easily between the three of you. Almost as if Jimin never left in the first place.
The two of them spend all afternoon catching upâ Jimin reciting the story of how you two met, Jungkook opening up about the cute human thatâs started to come by the park every saturday. Pulling his antennae down as he speaks, clearly embarrassed. Telling you all about how they met, about the reserve.
âAh~ donât mind him. Kookieâs just embarrassed cause he doesnât know how to talk to girls.â Jimin teases, leaning over to ruffle Jungkookâs hair. His arm tightly wrapped around your frame, holding you close. âNot every day that an ant hybrid has a mate outside of their colony, you know?â
âHyung! Shut up!â He quickly whines, eyes shooting a subtle glare towards the other. Legs kicking slightly underneath his frame. âYou⊠know what it means⊠especially cause sheâs humanâŠâ
âI know.â His fangs shimmer as his hand reaches out to ruffle his hair, âDonât worry. Sheâll wanna be your queen in no time.â
You nod your head in agreement, picking up another piece of fruit and popping it into your mouth. Nothing much to add to the conversationâ youâll never really understand the intricacy of hybrids and how they work. Especially those like Jungkook and Jimin.
Yet, you canât help but feel at peace with that. At peace with them and this moment. Content with your life, content with your mate and the life youâve built together. You hope that Jungkook can do the same with his own someday. Build a nice little colony or whatever it is that ants do.
âMhmm, anyone would want someone as cute as you.â You smile, watching as the antâs eyes go wide. Blush covering his cheek as he tries to pull his antenna down to cover them. Jimin instantly pounces on the other, starting a new round of play fighting. Laughing about having to defend his mates honour. That she isnât allowed to look at any other hybrid. No one but him.
You giggle along with them, leaning back from your spot. Taking a mental picture of the scene in front of you. Jimin happy, playing. The sunset over the horizon as the three of you laugh in the woods. As Jimin no longer looks anything like that spider all those months ago.
And maybe heâs right. Maybe you did fall into his trap lined with silk. But you wouldnât have it any other way.
Even when you wake up in the middle of the woods. When you wake up in a cabin decorated in pretty webbing. When you come to find society is far behind you. When you discover no one else other than Jimin telling you that this is exactly what you asked for.
You wouldnât have it any other way.
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âDiscord Discourse: pt1 and pt2 (series; discontinued) @joheunsaram [4k]Â // knj x f.reader // idol!au, internet relationships, s2l, fanfic writer!reader // đ©ïžđ„°
đ Kim Namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server⊠dedicated to him. With new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?
đšïž oh this one is so good! Itâs amazing! The concept and plot is soo funny! I would be scared if this happened to me đ
âYou Set My Heart on Fire: pt1 and pt2 (series; completed) @hayjeon [21k] // knj x f.reader // one night stand, s2l, workplace!au, fireman!Namjoon + paramedic!reader // đ©ïžđ„°đ„”
đ as a surgeon forced to volunteer as a paramedic in the Seoul Fire Department during an unfortunate probation incident, your one and only goal was to get to work, do your thing, and get the hell home and back to your original high-salary job. But when the SFDâs Chief is the incredibly attractive, cocky, and persistent Kim Namjoon, things start to get heated. Â
đšïž holy shit this is amazing đ Namjoon as a firefighter? So fucking hot đ„ oc as a surgeon turned paramedic âš and all the action, the tension, the friends with the whole crew and all the guys??? đ„č Fuck. This one is amazing, another favorite!Â
âShow Me How @imaginationofacrazyfangirl [3.9k] // knj x f.reader // tinder!au, virgin!au // đ„”
đ you swiped right on a nerd, instead you got a Greek God. Or tired of your virginity, you decide to throw caution to the wind and find a hookup on tinder.
đšïž omg this is really amazing! Iâm going to warn you that it ends on a cliffhanger and thereâs no other part to it, but itâs so amazing and itâs worth a read even though youâll 100% be left wanting more đ„čđ Their chemistry is so off the charts and the foreplay is so good đđŸ
âReal Magic @here2bbtstrash [16.7k] // knj x f.reader // christmas!au, workplace!au, single dad!Namjoon // đ„”đ„°
đ the holiday season has never meant anything to you beyond suffering long hours for minimum wage and awaiting the collapse of capitalismâ but this year, youâd be willing to add making out with your dilf coffee shop boss to the list.
đšïž omg this was just so fucking amazing đ„° I love everything about it and the plot was so fluffy đ„ș Namjoon was just so fluffy and I love his kid âš Such a sweet holiday fic, and even if it isnât read around Christmas time it will bring a smile to your face. Itâs truly amazing đŻđ
âSweet Company @remedyx [4.4k]Â // knj x f.reader // coffee shop!au, christmas!au, s2l // đ„°
đ no one should ever have to spend the holidays alone. Coffee makes for better conversation than eggnog anyway.
đšïž ih this was so cute and fluffy with a sprinkle of angst. I really loved the length that Namjoon went through for oc and it was such a sweet gesture đ„č Itâs completely SFW!!!
âLost & Found @l0mljeonjungkook [9.6k]Â // knj x f.reader // single mom!reader, bf2l // đ„°đ„”
đ eight years beside him were nothing but a roller coaster ride. Being a single mother wasn't easy, but your best friend, Kim Namjoon made your way smooth. You never knew you felt something for him until you read his diary, which you weren't supposed to read ever. What will you do, if not only you but Hyeon, your baby, and your best friend Namjoon, wants the same, what you desired for so long?
đšïž this was cute đ„č
âAll Mine @cui-nisi [3.8k] // ksj x f.reader // college!au, fwb, e2l // đ„”
đ with Jin being the student body president, you have to keep your purely sexual relationship on the DL, but what happens when itâs no longer just sexual?
đšïž oh I really liked this one! The tension and energy between oc and Seokjin uffff đ„
âTextbook Love @helenazbmrskai [11.6k] // ksj x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, writer!reader, f2l // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ loving your best friendâs brother is forbidden so what is even more forbidden you might ask. Itâs writing smut about him. Can you still remain friends after he discovers your secrets?
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âSmall Tuna Fish @floralseokjin [17.1k] // ksj x f.reader // college!au, f2l // đ„”đ„°
đ Kim Seokjin is a really nice guy. (Not to be confused with a âNice Guyâ). Too nice for someone like you, youâre sure. Which is why youâve been attempting to ignore whatâs going on between you. He couldnât possibly be flirting with you. He couldnât possibly like you. Could he? It the end, it takes one charity car wash event and one â or two, depending on how dirty your mind is â soakings to make things very clear.Â
đšïž damn, this was so funny, sweet and sexy at the same time âšđŻ loved the plot, the car washâthe wetness?? Omg. Everything was so fucking perfect đ
âDream Come True @sugaurora [16.8k] // ksj x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, f2l // đ„”đ„°
đ since your brother had warned you years ago that his best friend Seokjin was off limits, youâd only allowed yourself to safely fantasize about him in your dreams. Youâre not sure why tonight his lips feel so much softer and his hands so much warmer than usual, but youâre also not about to complain.
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âWith You @yoonpobs [22.1k] // ksj x f.reader // marriage!au, divorce!au, childhood friends2lovers // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.
đšïž I really adore stories where the characters undergo emotional development đ„č and these⊠They grow so much, and they even have supportive friends and family đ€§ Jin was a bit of a douche yes but he learned from his mistakes (hopefully keeps at it) and I really loved everything in it đ€§âš I also loved that Jin suggested couples therapy, because I think that would be a big assert for them to achieve a healthier marriage đ„č and when he asked oc on a date, and she went âbut were married?â đ€ also, I really think that going on dates while married is a really good way to keep the marriage alive too đ„°đ I really loved it đŻ
âWarm This Winter @jamaisjoons [51.6k] // ksj x f.reader (ft. ex!jjk) // one night stand, s2l, exes (jjk), christmas!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ spending the winter vacation with an ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend was not something anyone would ever consider doing. spending the winter vacation with both an ex-boyfriend, his new girlfriend, and the one night stand youâd used to try to get over him, well that was a whole other situation that anyone sane would have fled from. and yet, here you are. caught between your best friend (and consequently your ex-boyfriend), and the very same man who youâd fallen into bed with after a night of wallowing in self pity. all while stuck in the picturesquely beautiful - and cruelly romantic - austrian alps. well. at least you can say you had an interesting christmas.
đšïž PERFECTION đŻ This was so fucking incredible, I donât know where to begin⊠I love Jin in this, heâs so fucking funny charming, sweet, kind and witty. Heâs so him. The dynamic between all of the characters was amazing, and the tension and unresolved feelings between oc and Jungkook was so fucking good! I loved all the jealousy too, and then the fading of the jealousy. When things shifted for oc, how Seokjin helped her, and in that, she fell for him đ€§ Such a lovely Christmas story! Thereâs a lot of angst in it, yes, and tension, dear god, the tension is so good đ there humor, happiness, live and friendship. And missed chances, living with consequences đ„čâš IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. IF YOU HAVENâT READ IT BEFORE, DO IT NOW, AND IF YOU HAVE, READ IT AGAIN đ
âThe Devil Wears Valentino @orchidyoonkook [10.4k] // myg x f.reader // devil!Yoongi, âfriendsâ to lovers, spooky!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïžđ»đȘ
đ having known him for yearsâfrom a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on hisâyouâre one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one heâs half-way decent with. But whatâs more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact heâs always joked heâd have killed anyone else by this point, is that heâs never once tried to cause you harm. Actually, heâs almostâŠprotective of you. In his own weird way. And obnoxiously flirty.
đšïž there is just so much in this one, and itâs so fucking amazing!!!! Thereâs so much lore, and brilliant storytelling and the writing was just so fucking suberb âš This is hands down one of the best stories Iâve ever read, and Iâm so happy I did and Iâll revisit this story again sometime, because, fuck, it was just soo fucking good!!! đ I think this will be a perfect read at least once a year, preferably around Halloweenâ and then also on Yoongiâs birthday, because đ„” Really, you should read this anything, multiple times! This has really become one of my personal favorites đ
âBy the Time Iâve Figured Out What itâs Worth @ugh-yoongi [20k] // myg x f.reader // musician!Yoongi, est. relationship, marriage!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ you used to find comfort in itâlistening to those old songs. the shy sounds of falling in love, the tinkling of a ring in a dish, the inevitable crash and burn. all those songs arenât so comforting anymore, when youâd do anything to keep him and yoongiâs got one foot out the door.
đšïž this was so heartbreakingly good, I donât know where to begin!? Itâs so raw and real, and this is very special to me, because I relate to the plot a lot. It really describes some struggles of marriage and relationships so well, how they handle the tough times! It was such a good read! Is it angsty? Yeah. Did I cry? Yeah. It was just perfection. I was really moved by this. So relatable, raw and realistic. So emotional. So beautiful đ€§đ
âThe Seventh Muse @wwilloww [6.7k] // myg x f.reader // f2l, librarian!au // đ„”đ„°
đ as a writer, your favorite place in the world is the library. But youâre quickly coming to realize that it might not be the books that keep drawing you back, but the handsome, smart librarian who always knows exactly what you need.
đšïž Cute and I really like it đ
âToo High @ysljoon [1.7k] // myg x f.reader x fwb!Hoseok // toxic relationships, ex!Yoongi// đ©ïž
đ you haven't moved on from your ex, can someone else pick up the pieces for you or are you going to keep yourself in the cycle of the failed relationship?
đšïž Oh this was bittersweet đ„ș going back to a guy who hurt you (Iâm guessing emotionally), but heâs your home and comfort đ„ș I can see why OCâs toxic in her behavior, and I feel sad for everyone involved đ€§ The story is really good and itâs very emotional đ
âThree Tangerines (series; ongoing) @kithtaehyung [n/a] // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brotherâs best friend!au, age gap!au // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°
đ Throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brotherâs older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong⊠and this wasnât a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.
đšïž 3tan is back on the list!!! đ„° In case you havenât read the new drabble of 3tan717 âBet Wrongâ please go do it now, itâs so fucking good, sweet and dirty âš
âSwing Life Away @aphrodijin [5.2k] // myg x f.reader // marriage!au, pregnancy!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ it's your first anniversary as a married couple but not only did you forget today's special occasion, you also didn't prepare a self-made gift for your husband -- except for the bundle of joy in your womb.
đšïž This was so fucking cute and sweet!! Omg I loved it so much đđŻđ
âMinted (series; ongoing) @/kithtaehyung [9.4k] // myg x f.reader // haegeum!au, gang!au, street king!Yoongi, street cart vendor!reader // đ©ïžđ„”
đ all you do is wake up, sell your fruit on the dusty streets below your flat, and go to sleep. but everything changes when a customer you always look forward to seeing turns out to be dangerous. really, really dangerous.
đšïž Another amazing story from Ryen! This Yoongi is dark and so so interesting. Thereâs a lot of suspense, tension and angst, but itâs so fucking good! Itâs fast paced, and itâs a slow burn at the same timeâ donât ask me how Ryen does that, but itâs perfect! đđ
âNot Interested @sehunpeachy [20k] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, college!au, swim team!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïžđ
đ nobody has ever succeeded at swooping you off your feet. that is until you become coach assistant for your collegeâs swim team and maybe then, you learn everybody deserves a chance at love.
đšïž wow, wow, wow. Enemies to lovers? đ„” The tension between them was so fucking good, and the fact that it was a swim team??? Ehm hello? It was so wet, juicy and perfect!!! I loved everything in it (it was also witty and funny!) âšđŻ
âAfter Hours @yminie [5.3k] // jhs x f.reader // retail!au, workplace!au, manager!hoseok // đ„”
đ itâs no secret your manager is very, very good looking. So what can be expected of you when you spend one too many nights locked up on your own with him?
đšïž manager Hoseok? I would not be able to function at work đ„” it was so hooooot âš
âStop Being so Cute @thatmultifandomhoe [3.4k] // jhs x f.reader // coffee shop!au, s2l // đ„°
đ intentionally left blank by the author.
đšïž this was so cute đ„čđ
âGone Wild @johobi [6.5k] // jhs x f.reader // bf2l, fwb, roommate!au // đ„”
đ Hoseok consumes porn like he does Cheetos: in unhealthily large amounts. Heâs seen, and jacked off to, most things imaginable. But there are those photos that always draw him backâŠÂ
đšïž fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was so amazing âšđŻ The tension?? So high and hot! The smut? I donât know where to begin?? đ„”
âMe & You @/jamaisjoons [6.5k] // jhs x f.reader // bf2l // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ your relationship with your best friend has always been strange - especially since you started as friends with benefits.Â
đšïž this was so fucking hot Iâm going KAVSVDBAKAVFK đ€§
âFake Love @aquaminwrites [16.2k] // jhs x f.reader // fake dating!au, christmas!au, e2l // đ„”
đ every year, your family spends the holidays at your parentsâ cottage in the country. Freshly single and not wanting to be picked apart by your family for being alone, you decide to recruit one of your friends to pretend to be your boyfriend. The only available volunteer? Your brother Namjoonâs roommate, Hoseok. Only problem? He absolutely hates your guts.Â
đšïž I just love Christmas stories, and then you add a fake relationship, only one bed and enemies and brotherâs best friend??? Hello. It was awesome, thank you very much âš I really loved it đ so, so good! đŻ
âPotent Pink (series; discontinued) @dntaewithluv [6.9k]Â // pjm x f.reader // neighbor!au, fuckboy!au // đ„°đ©ïžđ
đ the first time you see Park Jimin youâre instantly entranced by him. And it turns out he lives in the apartment next to the one youâre moving into, so even better heâs your hot neighbor. When the previous tenant confesses to you that he was the best hook up she ever had, youâre that much more intrigued. The first time you meet him, however, youâre deciding immediately that you hate him and want to stay as far away from him as possible. Jimin is determined to be a constant in your life though, and he definitely is that. Both a constant flirt and a constant pain in your ass. Is a ruined second impression enough to prevent you from ever giving him a second chance?
đšïž it was so good! And I feel like I want to know so much more about why Jungkook doesnât like Jimin, why heâs saying not to invite him into OCâs life. It was such a good prologue! đ„č Sadly it hasnât been updated, so Iâll make this as a discontinued series⊠But I still think itâs worth a read because both the writing and the story was so good đâš
âMismatched Pages: pt1 and pt2 (series; discontinued) @knjoodles [1.2k + 4.2k]Â // pjm x f.reader // university!au, writer!au // đ„°đ©ïž
đ you love writing. itâs your passion, itâs what you dream to do forever. up until you find out the guy you really like also happens to be the guy whoâs stealing your ideas. then it sucks.
đšïž this was really cute đ„č it hasnât been updated after chapter two, so I assume that itâs discontinued. I really like the plot though!!! đ
âBlooming Days @bluekyun [15.3k] // pjm x f.reader // university!au, bf2l, pregnancy!au // đ„°đ©ïžđ„”đ
đ a typical night for you begins at the library in your favorite chair underneath the lamp in the corner, only to be picked up at 3am by your best friend, Jimin. Despite having slept over in his room several times before, this certain night in Sigma house leads to far more than you ever imagined. But what is to come of your friendship once you reveal those two little lines that will change your lives forever?
đšïž ahhhh this was so cute, lovely, fluffy and funny! It was also sprinkled with a bit of angst that made me tear up and scared for a moment đ„ș but the ending was happy đ„° I really loved it đđŻ
âTonight @pjmparadise [6.5k] // pjm x f.reader // idol!au, s2l // đ„°đ©ïž
đ during a visit to New York, Jimin stops in front of a bar in passing and takes notice of you inside; lonely, gloomy, and so beautiful. Heâs immediately drawn to you and canât shake the image of you. He returns later that night, hoping he can still meet you. But will you feel the same way?
đšïž this was cute đ„č And for some reason, this felt very âwhoâ coded đ„č really fluffy but itâs a bit bittersweet, but hopeful ending! I really loved it đ
âNever Falling + Forever Falling + Free Falling @yoonia [21k + 30.5k + 22k] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, workplace!au, assistant!reader // đ©ïžđ„”
đ for Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever needâhis assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?
đšïž this has been on my trl for forever, and then, it was only a one-shot, so color me pleased and pleasantly surprised to find out that this is now a freaking trilogy đ€Żâš I loved everything in it, and itâs so fucking amazingâ if you have not already read it, you are certainly missing out! This is definitely one of my all time favorites đ
âEldorado @smoochkooks [38k] // pjm x f.reader // gold diggers!au, e2l, slowburn, adventure!au // đ„°đ©ïžđ„”
đ not all that glitters is gold but you, qualified gold digger, carrying on your back immense experience acquired all around the globe, came to the city of el paso del conte with one goal in your mind: to hit the jackpot of the eldorado of Texas. and nothing, no tragedies and adversities will stop you from pursuing it. but in every fairytale-like, too-good-to-be-true story, thereâs a catch. this time, it comes in the name of park jimin, annoyingly handsome archeologist, your sworn enemy and biggest rival.Â
đšïž this has been on my trl list for some many fucking years đ well, I finally got to read it! And it was amazing, it was so fucking funny! Filled with witty banter, jokes and stereotypical jokes đ World building was so good too! And the smut? Fire đ„” I really loved it đđŻ
âBackseat Serenade @jungkxook [10.7k]Â // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, band!au, brotherâs best friend, punk!Taehyung // đ„”
đ falling in love and having weekly sex with kim taehyung is wrong for a number of reasons â and, no, thatâs not including the whole other issue that heâs also your brotherâs best friend
đšïž This was so fucking amazing đ„”đâš
âAny Way You Want It @noteguk [6.6k] // kth x f.reader // childhood bf to lovers // đ„”đ„°
đ in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.Â
đšïž fuck this was so cute, and fuck the smut was so hot đ„”âšđŻ
âSupernova @whatifyoulivelikethat [n/a] // kth x f.reader // bf2l // đ„”đ
đ Kim Taehyung is your best friend. Considering him as anything more was asking for a collapsed relationship. You two were just two points in the sky, side by side, always shining together. Stars arenât meant to collide, right?Â
đšïž ĂANFBGĂSB. Yep. Speechless. It was so hot! Amazing! And funny too âšđ
âRent-a-BoyfriendTM + drabble @jimlingss [12k] // kth x f.reader // s2l, fake dating!au // đđ„°
đ left intentionally blank by the author.
đšïž fuck this was so freaking cute and fluffy with a small sprinkle of angst. Perfection đđŸ đ„°đŻ
âThe Assistant: pt1 and pt2 (series; completed) @lavienjin [3.8k] // kth x f.reader // workplace!au, assistant!Taehyung, boss!reader // đ„”đ©ïž
đ Kim Taehyung is your assistant and moonlights as a masseuse in the evening. When you came to the office the morning after a bad date, all you wanted is his hands all over your body.
đšïž really liked this one âšđ
âLovestruck @seokstrivia [9k] // kth x f.reader // jock!au, s2l, slowburn // đ„”đ„°
đ it was love at first sight, however, what you had imagined was very different from real life. In other words, Kim Taehyung didnât know you existed.
đšïž cute, cute, cute đ„°
âChasing Cars (series; completed) @oddinary4bts [218.5k] // jjk x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
đšïž the series are completed! I still need to read the last chapter, but it's so fucking good đ If you haven't read this one yet, you really should, and remember to read all the drabbles from JK's pov for each chapter âš
âBottle Up Old Love @wintaerbaer [4.6k] // jjk x f.reader // exes to lovers // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.
đšïž aaaaaaah this was so good! The smut, the plot (JK is protective and I love it), I really loved everything about this âšđŻ
âHold Me Close + Hold Me Closer @ahundredtimesover [22.6k] // jjk x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ when Jimin hits a crisis, he enlists the help of his older sister - you - and his best friend, Jungkook, to put the pieces back again. That proves to be difficult when 1) Jiminâs a brat and a certified pain in the ass, and 2) Jungkook has grown and suddenly, you canât keep your eyes off him.
đšïž omg this was so fucking amazing đâš The characters are amazing in this, thereâs cute backstory, details and the sibling bond is top tier, and the chemistry between oc and Jungkook is so fucking good! The tension is perfect and I love the slow burn đ„° I feel this was also a bit on the existential side, which I really love. Like the dialogue had me thinking about my own life! I love when that happens! And it was so fun reading about siblings, and Iâm missing my own baby sister right now. Anyway, it was exceptionally good! Amazing! đŻ And thereâs a mention of Jungkookâs glazed potato incident you canât miss! It was so fun (both this and the run episode đ). Canât recommend this one enough!!
âRight Here @namluve [13k] // jjk x f.reader // 90âs!au, high school!au, fwb to lovers // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ you had always been a part of the plastics and he was born on the wrong side of town. what happens when your worlds collide, and you realize that he is the only one in your life thatâs not fake?Â
đšïž omg this was so heartbreakingly sad đđđđ It was beautiful, and I loved it, donât get me wrong, but Iâm so sad đ that ending đ€§
â(Un)welcomed Addition @shuadotcom [9k]Â // jjk x f.reader // neighbors!au, fuckboy!au // đ©ïžđ„°
đ after a drunken one night stand with your neighbor, you have your reasons for wanting to forget it ever happened and never talk to him again. Unfortunately, Jungkook wins the award for the worldâs worst neighbor so his 3 am wakeup calls and mail stealing have you banging at his door on an almost weekly basis. You just want to make it to the end of your lease so you can leave all the traces of the fuckboy next door behindâŠunless your feelings get in the way of course.
đšïž it was funny and cute! I really liked it and there is a plot twist in there that I wonât spoil! âš
âJump Then Fall (Into You): pt1 + pt2 + pt3 (one-shot; completed) @writtenwhalien [52k] // jjk x f.reader // bf2l, cruise!au, fake dating!au // đ©ïžđ„°đ„”
đ bringing Jungkook along as your date to your exâs lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first â all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong⊠then Jungkookâs ex shows up and all of a sudden youâre in a years long relationship with him. You donât mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?
đšïž this story is so fucking good! I love everything in it, and the characters are so good and detailed (even the minor characters!!!). This is totally a new all time favorite of mine đ
âDragonheart (ongoing series) @captain-joongz [22.1k+] // ot7 x f.reader // dragon rider!au, high fantasy!au, e2l // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°đ
đ the Gong-li Empire has been on the peak of its power for a little over a millenium, and there was a very simple reason for that - dragonkind. When the first emperor of the Li Dynasty struck a deal with a witch that would allow him to bind dragons to the crown and force them into obedience, it was the beginning of its reign of terror and the end of freedom for creatures as old as nature itself. Now, a woman hoping to change everything enters the ranks of the elite dragon rider unit among the imperial army and meets seven men that not only change her life, but help her change the fate of the whole world.
đšïž this is so fucking amazing; thereâs a lot of lore to dig into, the characters are good and funny. The storytelling is so good too! I canât wait to read more of this one âš If you love fantasy and dragons, Iâm sure youâll love this one đ
âEnd of the World: a Flickering Hope + Drabble + Epilogue [4k + 1.2k + 0.9k] // myg x f.reader // s2l, apocalypse!au // đ„”đ„°đđ©ïžđ»
đ your government has been telling you to prepare for war, just as a precaution given the recent political changes around your country. Did you listen and prepare? No. Are you paying the price now, friends all but gone, and your city burned to pieces? Yes. Survival instincts kicking in, you search for a place to rest, nourish your battered and hungry body, only to find yourself at the porch of a stranger. Will he help you, or leave you to your own demise?Â
âWhalien52 [10.6k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, dystopian!au // đ©ïžđ„”đ»
đ youâve been working for the New World Order as an assassin for years, guarding secrets without batting an eye or asking questions. But when a striking pink haired man shows up at the headquarters stealing information, he makes you question everything. With all of humanity at stake, what will you do?Â
âWhen It Sinks In [13.1k] // ksj x f.reader // est. relationship, mermaid!au, amnesia romance // đ„”đȘđ„°đ©ïž
đ life as a mermaid is wonderful, especially when your merman boyfriend, Seokjin, treats you just right. But youâre beginning to recall memories that you donât think are yours from life on landâ from a past life maybe? When you do realize that the memories are in fact your own, the world comes tumbling down around you, questioning your very existence. Are you even a real mermaid?
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The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Masterlist]
Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.
Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut
Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)
Series Word Count: 26.9k (and counting, updated as new chapters are added)
Status: Ongoing, new chapters added frequently! Unsure of how many parts this will have, so expect another update until a part labeled âfinalâ is posted!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Interlude: A Ski Trip and a Proposal (Flashback) Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 (Coming Soon)
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Vacation
Karina x named reader
tags: smut, first crush, swearing, pool sex, rough sex, blow jobs, teasing, flirting, dirty talks, dirty jokes, dirty thoughts, hair-pulling, biting, begging
Karina hadnât anticipated the long journey to visit her parents, who lived quite a distance away from her current work and living situation. However, seizing the opportunity of a rare two-week break, she arrived at their doorstep, suitcase in hand, greeted by the warm sun above. The familiarity of her childhood home flooded back as she climbed out of the taxi.
Deciding against informing her parents of her arrival, Karina didnât want to inconvenience them if her holiday plans fell through last minute.
Her father's joyful face upon opening the door made the trip instantly worth it, enveloping her in a bear hug and leading her inside.
"Why didnât you tell us you were coming!?" he exclaimed happily, guiding her to the kitchen where her mother was busy cooking.
Their much-awaited reunion was interrupted by a knock at the door just as they settled down for dinner.
âIâll get it,â her mother insisted, giving Karina a quick squeeze before heading to the door.
âSo pumpkin,â her father started, looking a bit disappointed, unable to resist using the old nickname.
âYour mother and I had booked to go away tomorrow, for our anniversary. But if you want us to cancel, we will,â he offered, but Karina quickly stopped him, not wanting them to change their plans for her.
âDonât you dare cancel that! We can celebrate when you guys get back. I do have two weeks off,â she reassured her dad, who visibly relaxed.
Before he could respond, her mother returned with a man Karina didn't recognize at first. Then it hit her, that is her childhood friend.
âKarina, honey, you remember Ethan,â her mother smiled, introducing Ethan as he stepped forward, all charm and green eyes.
Suppressing her smile, Karina shook his hand, noticing the size of his hands with a silent observation. âEthan Lee, right?â
âRight,â he confirmed, maintaining his hold on her hand. She watched as his tongue swiped across his lips, unable to look away.
Finally releasing her hand, Ethan cleared his throat and turned his attention to her father. âI was just coming over to ask if you wouldnât mind me doing the pool tomorrow, rather than next week,â he asked respectfully. As Karinaâs mother handed him a drink, he thanked her before returning his gaze to her father.
âOf course. Is everything okay?â her father inquired, still engrossed in his meal as Karina resumed her seat, observing the exchange.
âYes, sir. Just made some plans for Sammyâs birthday; heâs back in town for the next few months,â Ethan explained proudly, giving her a subtle wink as he caught her watching him.
âYes, all fine with me, but we wonât be here so youâll be dealing with Karina here,â her dad remarked with a roll of his eyes. Karina playfully slapped his arm when he chuckled, unable to suppress the nostalgic smile that crept onto her lips. His deep chuckle reminded her of her childhood.
âIâm sure I can handle her,â Ethan grinned directly at her, while her mother distracted her father.
âWeâll see, Lee,â Karina smirked, swiftly changing the subject to avoid losing her composure.
âSo, how is Sam anyway?â Karina inquired, turning in her seat to look up at him where he stood.
âHeâs good, not so little anymore. Got a fiance and heâs a lawyer,â Ethan informed her proudly as she stood by the kitchen counter, refilling her drink.
âAlways thought the two of you would end up together,â Ethan revealed, completely confusing her.
Hearing her mother laugh, Karina's eyes widened. âOh no, this one here had a thing for his b-â her mother stopped abruptly, noticing Karina's flushed face and the way she was looking at her.
Before her mother could say anything else that Karina would regret ever telling her, she led Ethan to the front door, he laughed, willingly following her. That is until they reached the door frame; he stopped, turning to look down at her.
âSo best friend, or big brother?â he smirked, his green eyes practically sparkling. Karina thought to herself, cocky son of a bitch.
âSee you tomorrow, pool boy.â
âAre you gonna come keep me company, while I do a favor for your parents?â he asked cheekily, throwing an arm above his head to lean against the door frame.
âI might,â Karina shrugged off her answer, wishing that he didnât still have this insane effect on her after all of these years, but she tried not to let him get to her.
âWait, you mean thatâs not your only job?â Karina asked mockingly. Ethan smirked when she stepped closer, shaking his head at her.
âNope,â he winked, popping the 'p'.
âMy job, my real job, involves me getting a lot dirtier,â he revealed, licking his lips when he noticed her staring. She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling the heat of his chest against hers.
âIâm a mechanic, sweetheart,â he added at her confused expression, and okay god, it got worse.
âR-Right, yeah. Makes sense,â she stuttered, and there were the nerves she remembered so well.
âSo, Iâll see you tomorrow then, sugar.â
âYeah, sure,â Karina replied quietly, watching him walk away. He headed over to the car parked in the drive, the one that used to be his dad's.
Closing the door, Karina turned to find her mother behind her, quickly noticing just how sheepish she looked.
âIâm so sorry, baby! I completely forgot!â her mother rushed to explain, and all Karina could do was laugh it off.
âStop it! I swear, itâs all fine! A little embarrassing admittedly, but still, itâs okay,â she assured her, pulling her into a hug. Her mother quickly relaxed against her, wrapping her in her arms.
She pulled back with a watery smile.
âIâm so glad youâre back, baby, we really missed you,â smiling, she cupped Karina's cheeks, like she was trying to memorize her face.
âI know, mom, letâs go eat.â
The night passed quickly, talk of the old days and how Karina was considering coming back home. Before she knew it, she was waving them away, watching the taxi disappear.
She looked at the time, swearing under her breath. Her dad had told her Ethan would be over in the next hour, and she really wanted a bath before he got here.
Taking a longer bath than she meant to, Karina left herself only ten minutes to slip into her new red bikini and shorts.
It was so hot outside, and she was determined to drive him crazy. He wanted to be all sexy; two could play at that game. Sheâd put up with it enough when she was younger, having a somewhat filthy crush on her best friendâs big brother was definitely not ideal.
She just about heard the knock at the door, which was quickly followed by the unmistakable noise of the doorbell. Heading downstairs after a quick glance in the mirror, taking a deep breath, she opened the door.
âMorninâ Karina,â he winked, giving her an appreciative once over before walking past her into the house.
Closing the door behind him, Karina frowned.
âReally, Ethan, jeans? You are cleaning the pool, right? So why not wear shorts?â she questioned as she followed him into the back garden.
âI donât do shorts, sweetheart. Why? Do you wanna see some more skin or somethinâ?â he asked suggestively, unlocking the shed to get the things he needed. She didnât see his face, but she was sure he was smirking to himself.
She scoffed at him, moving aside as he began pulling things out of the shed.
âNo. I just wondered, itâs so damn hot today. Seems kinda odd weather for that,â she stated, nodding at his attire, brushing it off as easily as she could.
âWell, something is definitely hotâ he grins, eyeing her shamelessly as he pulls off his shirt, hanging it on the back of the chair. âThere, better?â he asks knowingly, a smug look on his face when Karina choke back a moan, almost swallowing her own tongue.
He doesnât wait for an answer as he locks the shed door, leaving her to stare at his back.
The sunlight bounces off his tanned skin as he walks over to the pool with the equipment, and Karina realise that she never seen someone with so many muscles in their back. She can just imagine dragging your nails down it as heâ
Karina manage to stop that train of thought before it gets out of hand. But she canât stop herself from watching the very slight swing of his hips, how those jeans fit so snugly against his toned ass and legs, sitting perfectly on his hips.
All she can do is watch him walk away. Safe to say he gives as good as he gets.
Slightly bewildered, Karina follow him after a moment longer of staring, taking her seat on the sun lounger by the pool. She watch him work closely, seeing those muscles visibly rolling under his skin. He seems to be biting on his tongue as he concentrates on the job at hand. Something particularly stubborn makes his jaw tense.
Karina slip out of your shorts easily, letting them fall to the floor, she lay back, deciding to at least try and relax while Ethan works.
It wasnât like she could stare at him all day, right?
A little while passes, the sun beating down on her is much needed. However, Karinaâs sunbathing is interrupted by a large shadow, which completely blankets her body. Shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand you open them, quickly meeting Ethanâs.
âYou should probably put this on sweetheart.â He instructs firmly, holding out the sun cream to her.
Karina canât help but notice the sweat that coats his skin, glistening in the sun, she pause reaching for the bottle with an idea in mind.
âIs that an offer, Lee?â Karina question sweetly as possible, crossing her legs at the knees as she run her fingers from the top of her thigh to her knee, acutely aware of the way his eyes are taking in her body.
He shrugs with a smug look on his face, âSure, we canât have you burning can we,â
Karina hum in approval rolling onto her front, she rest her head on her folded arms. Turning her head to watch as Ethan's kneels beside you.
âSuch a gentleman.â Karina reply sarcastically, smiling against her arm when he chuckles.
The second his cream covered warm hands touch her skin goosebumps cover her body, she bite back a moan, a little unsuccessfully when his thumbs press into the muscles of her shoulders and around her shoulder blades. Pushing under the strap of Karinaâs bikini top, where heâs so close to brushing the sides of her breasts.
Ethan's hands are so big, as they rub the cream into Karinaâs skin it doesnât take him long to reach the bottom of her spine.
Karina arch back into his touch even more, when his thumbs push just under the top of her swimming bottoms, fingers curling around the front of her hips, digging in but not quite the same way. After a few minutes he continues down her body, his touch remaining firm as he quickly does just under Karinaâs ass cheeks. Spreading her legs a little as his hands move down her thighs, the perfect amount of pressure against every muscle.
Karina knows that sheâs wet, this is without doubt the best massage sheâs ever had and very unexpected, god she hope he canât see it.
âFuck.â Karina hear him grit out quietly, as his hands move down her calves.
Gently he taps Karina's ankle and clears his throat.
âTurn over, Iâll do the front.â Ethan rasps out, voice breaking a little with each word.
Swallowing hard, Karina as nervous as hell, but there is no way she's backing out now. Heâd started this, she's werenât about to stop him if he wanted to finish it.
Closing her eyes she turn onto her back, shielding her eyes with her arm.
Ethan starts on Karina's legs, the higher his hands get, the more her muscles tense and her pussy starts to flutter. His hands run along the line of her swimming pants, right in the crease of her groin.
The moan that slips past Karina's lips couldnât have been stopped if she'd tried, she feel the wood creak beneath her as Ethan climbs between her legs on the sun lounger. His calloused hands rubbing cream into Karinaâs stomach, fingertips slipping beneath the cups of her bikini top, running along the underside of her breasts.
Ethan leans over her further, and Karina feel his hard cock brush against her thigh as he takes her arms, rubbing the cream in. Karina finally dare to blink open her eyes, the wild beating of her heart and the blood rushing in her ears are unbearable.
Biting into her lip when her eyes meet his again, Karina watch him squirt more cream onto his palms, before placing the bottle on the table.
Ethan's hands move over Karina's chest slowly, pushing the straps down her shoulders, she tilt her head back when he rubs the cream into her neck, his hand resting on her throat as he leans in closer.
âAinât even been swimminâ yet and your panties are soaked.â Ethan groans, moving in closer still, but she stop him before he gets too close, resting her hand on his bare chest.
Pushing him back gently, watching the way he sits back on his feet, eyes completely focused on her as she sit up. Karina slip out from beneath him, smiling at the look on his face.
âBetter make sure youâve done your job properly.â Karina smile seductively, loving the way he watches her as she make her way over to the pool.
When Karina reach the steps she turn to find him standing from the sun lounger. Clearing his throat he rearranges himself in his jeans, but the thick line of his cock is still clearly visible, he quickly focuses those green eyes back on her.
âYou coming, pool boy?â Karina ask cheekily, as she lower yourself into the cool water, watching the smirk that appears on his plump lips.
âYou remember that Iâm older than you, right? More like the pool man,â Ethan quips, undoing his belt and leather slaps against leather. Leaning against the poolâs edge as Karina's chin resting on her arms and she look up at him.
Just in time to watch him pop the button of his jeans and pull down the zipper.
âGuess youâve got me there. So, since you donât like shorts, are you wearing boxers?â Karina ask curiously, trying but failing to hide her smile.
Ethan laughs at that, dropping his jeans and pulling them off his legs, âNormally you wouldâve been right, but on this occasionâ he leaves the reply hanging in the air. Letting Karina's eyes drop with his jeans, she couldnât even be disappointed that he was still wearing boxers. Not since the sizeable bulge was still very much present and accounted for, even more visible in the thin fabric.
Sitting down on the side of the pool Ethan's legs dangle in the water, his ass right on the very edge. Karina swimming over to him and stand between his open legs. Looking up at his face as she rest her hands on his thick thighs.
âSo whatâs the verdict sweetheart, did I do a good enough job?â Ethan questions leaning back on his hands, grunting in surprise when Karinaâs breasts brush against the bulge in Ethan pants.
âNot too bad, for a part timer.â Karina giggle watching the comical eye roll he gives her. The image of him in overalls and covered in grease hits her. Karina almost certain he would look even better dirty than he does clean, which is saying something.
âI wouldnât mind seeing just how good you are at your real job though, see how dirty you get.â Karina reveal, chewing on her bottom lip as her hands slip into the legs of Ethan boxers. Ethan hisses at the sting of the pain, when her nails sink into the tops of his thighs, his rock hard length laying untouched between them.
âYou should come down the garage some time, Iâll show you just how dirty I getâ Ethan grunts through gritted teeth.
Licking her lips, Karina hum appreciatively, âIâd really like that.â She admit, dragging her nails back down Ethan's thighs, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch. Leaning up against the poolâs side on her elbows, Karina tuck her fingers into the sides of his boxer shorts.
Ethan seems to be nervous as he looks around the garden, like heâs expecting someone to pop out.
âEverything okay, Ethan? You look nervous.â Karina acknowledge cheekily, as he debates lifting his ass for literally a second, seeming to ignore any doubts he has he finally lets her tug the boxers down, over his ass and down those strong bow legs.
Karina watch Ethan's Adamâs apple bob in his throat as he glances around one more time. Then he focuses back on her, as her small hand wraps around his cock. That perfect green of his eyes has almost completely been swallowed by the black of his pupils when his eyes meet hers again.
Ethan shifts where he sits, trying to wiggle closer to Karina when she start to move her hand up and down his thick length. Karina other hand rests on his strong thigh, helping her keep her balance. Karina lean forward, licking her lips, hearing Ethan swear under his breath when her lips wrap around the swollen head of his cock. Running her tongue over his slit, moaning when the taste of his pre-come hits her tongue for the first time.
âFuck, sweetheart thatâs it,â Ethan groans, tossing his head back, hand fisting in Karina's hair as she take him further into her mouth, Karina's tongue pressing to the underside of his cock.
Karina love the way his hand tightens in her hair, short nails that dig into her scalp.
Karina's hands are now resting on both his thighs, as his cock bumps against the back of her throat. Ethan thrusts his hips, letting himself go a little, she watch him, almost positive there has never been a sexier sight in the world. The speed in which he snaps his hips causes her to gag a little. But even after his surprised gasp, Karina continue when his hips stop moving, letting her take the control back.
Karina continue to take him as deep as she can, saliva leaking from the corners of her lips. Nails sinking into his thighs when she swallow around his cock. Then it slips into her throat briefly and Ethan canât stop the choked out whine that slips past his perfect lips at her actions.
Ethan's tugging on Karina's hair becomes more insistent, she finally relent, gasping for air when his cock is popped from between her lips, smacking back against his stomach.
Karina's pussy is still throbbing almost painfully, she look up at him and lick her lips, with her most seductive smile she step back, further into the pool, beckoning him towards her with a single finger.
Taking a moment to catch his breath he watches her, reminding her somewhat of a tiger ready to pounce on their meal.
Then all the air gets stuck in Karina's throat and she have to fight not to choke on it, when Ethan slips into the pool, skin still slick with sweat and he looks like a male model. Heâs fucking stunning, slipping beneath the water briefly, he reemerges, running a hand through his now dripping wet hair as he walks towards her slowly, Karina suddenly not sure if she even remember how to speak.
The confidence from before is slipping and she sure that he can see it, which is made clearer when the corner of his mouth curves into a half smirk. Clearly someone catching the two of them was the last thing he was worried about now.
Crowding Karina back against the poolâs edge, Ethan presses himself close to her, resting a hand on the edge behind her, while his other hand tucks some wayward hair behind her ear.
Leaning in closer his nose nudges hers, hot breath fanning across Karina's lips, and she finally manage to swallow the lump in her throat.
âHowâre you still so nervous about kissing me, sweetheart? With what this perfect little mouth just did, felt fuckinâ incredible wrapped around my cockâ
Ethan pauses to let his thumb brush over Karina's parted lips, she lick her lips as his hand moves down slowly and he captures her chin. âI still remember that time at that end of year house party, the one which you and Sammy snuck intoâ he smirks, causing her to suck in a breath when his free hand grips her ass roughly, pulling her closer to him.
Karina blushed like crazy at the mention of that night, âYou were drunk off your ass Ethan, I didnât b-â Karina cut off by Ethan plump lips pressing against hers in a demanding kiss, his big hand cups her neck, thumb pressing into her jaw as he angles her head right were he wants it.
It takes her mind a moment to catch up with her body but she finally breathe, relaxing into the kiss. Ethan's free hand moves behind Karina's back, tugging the ties of her bikini top until it falls loose and Ethan tosses it away. Moving those big warm hands down Karina's body Ethan cups her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples with his rough fingers and thumbs.
Karina's lips part at the same time as Ethan's, her tongues effortlessly moving together. As Ethan pulls back she capture his bottom lip between her teeth, delighting in the groan that bubbles up in his throat. He doesnât stop there, kissing and nipping his way down her neck, sucking marks into her soft skin.
âYou believe me now?â He all but growls against her ear, she nod quickly, tugging at the strings of her bikini bottoms, pulling them loose.
Ethan pulls away from Karina's neck, finally meeting her eyes again, his wet hair spiked up in all sorts of directions from the pair of her carding her hands through it. Water still clings to his eyelashes, dropping from the tip of his nose, water droplets rolling down his chest distracting her a little.
âYes Ethan, I believe you.â Karina answer obediently, taking his hand and positioning it between her own thighs.
Ethan looks down the very small gap remaining between the two of them, sliding two fingers between Karina's folds, she grab at his shoulders when those fingers push inside her. Karina's walls stretch around his fingers, one of her hands falls from his shoulder, dropping beneath the water she wrap her small fingers around his thick cock.
Karina's forehead drops against his, panting breaths begin to mix together. Hitching a leg over his hip Karina rock against his fingers, feeling his cock pressing into her thigh.
âYou want my cock in your pretty pussy baby? You wanna fuck the pool guy, like a dirty little girl?â
âJesus Ethan,â Karina moan as his filthy words wash over her. No guy had ever spoken to Karina like this before and there was no denying that she were loving it, but she donât have a clue about how to respond to him. âNot so worried about the neighbours seeing us now then?â Karina question breathlessly, as Ethan carefully pulls his fingers out with a final tap against her clit.
âFuck it, let âem watch.â Ethan grits out when Karina release his cock. Karina running her hands up his chest then grip his broad shoulders, using them to balance when he roughly grabs her ass and squeezes, she jump a little, hooking her other leg over his free hip.
As Karina rocking her hips, Ethanâs thick cock easily slides against her slick pussy, nudging between her folds he repeatedly taps against her clit, she canât help but whimper, clinging to his broad shoulders.
Pausing for a moment Ethan lifts Karina higher, âYou ready sweetheart. Câmon talk to me? You want my cock baby?â Ethan questions huskily smirking when Karina bite her lip, his thighs shaking trying to resist the urge to just snap his hips forward.
Karina moan pushing her ass harder into his hands, hoping that heâll give her what she need. Ethan lines up with her entrance, so that the head of his cock nudges teasingly against her opening and she meet his darkened green eyes.
âCâmon pool boy, show me what youâve got.â
A long drawn out moan leaves Karina lips when Ethan finally breaks, slowly lowering her onto his hard cock. Clenching his jaw, veins becoming more visible in his neck as he enters her slowly inch by tortuous inch.
âSo fuckinâ tight.â Ethn groans dropping his head forward, so that he can suck and bite marks into Karina's neck. Karina cling to him, curses and whimpered pleaâs leaving her lips.
Tugging on Ethanâs hair harshly Karina force him to look up at her.
âFuck! I need it Ethan, please!â Karina begging but she donât care, because the words are barely out of her mouth before Ethan gives her what she need, snapping his hips forward, filling her in one blissfully hard thrust.
Ethan's fingers are digging into Karina's ass when he starts thrusting, the movements slow and rough but precise, hitting her g-spot on every movement. Karina's feet dig into his ass, water splashing around them with every powerful movement.
âYou feel so good baby, shit.â Ethan pants breathlessly, pulling his head away from Karina's neck and his gorgeous green eyes lock onto hers. Karina pushing her hands into the back of his hair as she kiss him, tongue meeting his and messy uncontrolled kiss, angling her hips just right she start to rise and fall on his cock.
Breaking apart only when she feel her pussy beginning to clamp down around his thick length.
âEthan.. please Iâm g-gonna come..â Karina gasp out as she begin to lose her rhythm.
âFuck, Câmon baby give it to me. Come all over my fucking cock!â Ethan practically snarls low in his chest.
Karina hooking legs over his arms a squeak of surprise leaving her lips when Ethan starts fucking up into her more faster. Heâs so deep, itâs like a fire is building in her stomach.
Karina cling to him, his rough movements cause the water to create waves around her. Ethan feels so fucking good that Karina barely notice, she drop her face into the crook of his neck, hot breath fanning against his skin. Sucking and biting marks everywhere she can reach, then out of nowhere Karina orgasm hits her full force, causing her eyes to roll almost painfully, she have to sink her teeth into his shoulder to stop herself from screaming his name.
Ethan hisses as the pain throbs against his skin, carefully he lowers her legs letting her feet touch the floor again. Feeling a little dazed, Karina run her fingers along the bite mark on Ethan's skin, she canât help but wince a little.
âIâm sorry pool boy, got you all marked up.â Karina giggle lightly, biting into her bottom lip when those eyes turn on her again.
A growl bubbles up in Ethan's throat, he spins her in his hold; roughly pressing Karina into the side of the pool, his chest pressed tightly against her back. Karina spread her legs as his lips press against her ear.
âOh you wanna see marked up sweetheart, Iâll show you.â Ethan snaps harshly, causing Karina skin to practically buzz as he drags his teeth over her earlobe, those big hands spread her ass cheeks and his cock nudges at her slick entrance again.
âIâll give you fuckinâ pool boy.â Ethan grunts as he pushes inside Karina in one thrust and bottoms out, muffling her screaming moan with his hand.
Karina fall over the side of the pool with a whimper when Ethan releases her mouth, grip tight and unyielding on her hips. His thrusts are nothing like theyâd been before and she canât get enough, the water sloshes over the edge of the pool as Ethanâs hips bounce off her ass with every brutal thrust he delivers.
âYouâre so deep.. Fuck! Feels so good Ethan,â Karina cry out loudly, completely giving up on keeping her voice down, Karina push her ass back meeting his thrusts the best that she can.
âShit, Karina! Iâm gonna come.â Ethan grits out as his hips begin to stutter. His big hands move further over the curves of Karina body, wrapping those talented fingers around her ribs, and she sure that bruises will form there the same way they were beginning to on her hips.
Ethan shifts so that his knees are resting on the ledge between Karina legs, leaning over her so his body is almost draped on top of hers.
âGive it to me Ethan! Please, I need it! Donât stop.â The words leave Karina lips without her really thinking, nobody has ever had her this wound up and ready to snap, not this fast and definitely not for a second time.
Pushing a hand between her legs Ethan rubs rough circles around Karina clit, forcing her orgasm forward, Itâs practically bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Squeezing her eyes shut Karina feel her thighs start to shake. Ethan stills behind her, a broken moan leaving his plump lips when he finally comes, her pussy clamps down on his cock as he spills inside her.
His fingers and hips keep moving, his hands feel like theyâre everywhere. Karina canât take it anymore, she gasp his name and with a final rough thrust of his hips pushing her into the side of the pool, she fall apart around him all over again.
Karina shivering as her body collapses against the cold stone in front of her, Ethan's sweaty forehead drops to the bottom of her back, his soft lips pressing kisses into her skin waiting for her to come down.
Karina breathing finally slows down and Ethan helps you down, back into the water, he turns Karina in his arms. âFuck that was the sexiest thing thatâs ever happened.â Ethan grins happily, pulling her body against his as he kisses her, she melt against his lips.
Smiling when she pull away, she push the wet hair from his forehead.
âThink weâll be remembering this for a few weeks.â Karina giggle, running her fingers gently over the marks on his skin, as his fingers skim across the bruises heâd left behind on her body.
Biting his lip his eyes move across Karina body, still standing so close to his own.
âOh yeah sweetheart, Iâd say so.â
âTrouble is Mr pool man, youâve definitely got more work to do.â
Ethan rolls his eyes, but she can see the smile thatâs curling at the corners of his lips, when he dangles her bikini bottoms from his finger, right in front of her face.
âOh you ainât gettinâ out of this one young lady.â
Karina squeal as he tosses the bottoms aside and throws her backwards, she land in the water with a splash. Karina re-emerge from the water, gasping for breath and glare right at Ethan.
âOh youâre so fucking dead, Lee!â
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Secretly Mine - One Shot -Jeon Jungkook
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female) đ
Genre: Secret dating - slight smut - friends
Plot: little secret being revealed
Word count: 1.243
A/N: This one shot is part of a collection of one shots I am working in right now. Sorry it took me a long time to post again, I was busy moving to a new country and settling in so I haven't had much time to post but I am back now.
I open my eyes, my sight blurry and I feel my head pounding... ugh. I went out to a club with a couple of friends last night and ended up bumping into Jungkook and his friends, it was a fun night that ended on me having to help him bring two very drunk Jimin and Mingyu back to Jungkook's apartment, where I ended up also staying the night.
After putting Jimin and Mingyu in the guestrooms, I tried to leave but Jungkook's very good passionate kisses convinced me otherwise. Now I look at the handsome man laying next to me, his breathing calm and even, he seems so peaceful so I try my best not to wake him, I try to move his heavy arm from around my naked body, which results on him steering in bed but staying asleep.
I need a shower so I get off the bed noticing how our clothes are all over the floor, my tight leather dress that was almost ripped from my body seems so small laying there next to his t-shirt. I grabbed the clothes and pulled them all into his corner chair -My head hurts-
I love the water pressure in Jungkook's shower, I love the frosted shower screen and how spacious it is.
I let the warm water run from my head and wash over my body in hopes that it will take the hangover away, while relaxing I hear the bathroom door open and close but I don't move, I know it's him.
"Good morning, beautiful" Jungkook says while lowering himself to kiss my shoulder. I tilt my head back onto his chest now firmly pressed against my back.
"Did I wake you?"
"Did you not get enough last night?" I say, a moan escaping my lips. "The boys are still here, they might hear us."
"Nah. I just missed you out there" he says while starting to trace kisses on my neck. His hands moving one to my breast and one to my core, where his fingers start rubbing my clit.
I let myself melt into him.
"Never." He says between neck kisses " They are still asleep and the walls are pretty thick so don't worry."
We had done it in here before but no one else was ever in the house at the same time so I worry, I'm not ready for people to find out about our little secret.
He turns me around "(Y/L) trust me..." he looks at me, scanning my face that seem to not be showing the emotion he is looking for so he drops to his knees, pulls one of my legs over his shoulder and looking into my eyes he adds "let me help you relax"
I'm so close to my release that I start shaking and he is smiling at me mischievously, he is dragging it out, torturing me a little and enjoying it.
After one of the best orgasms I've ever had through Oral sex, he gets up pulling my legs to his waist and holding me against the wall. I can feel his cock rubbing my entrance and taking a break from a very intense kiss, he pushes in causing us both to groan in pleasure.
Once he knows I have adjusted to his size, he starts pushing in and out of me, making my eyes roll back ad shut.
He picks up the pace, our kisses more passionate each time and my orgasm is building. I know his is too. I know all the signs of his body like he knows mine and this is meant to be a morning quicky, I can feel the muscles in his back tensing under my fingertips.
"Oh My Gă
Ą YES. YES! I'mă
Ą" my moans get placated by his big hand placed on my mouth. I want to complain because he stopped thrusting into me while I was trying to ride my orgasm but when I look at him I notice the panicked look in his eyes and then I hear the reason.
"Hey Kook, sorry for barging in. I really need to pee and I think Mingyu is throwing up on the other one" It's Jimin. Jimin is in the freaking bathroom while I'm fully naked. Not to mention the fact that his precious golden maknae's cock is buried deep inside of me. OH MY GOD.
"Jimin. What the fuck? Get out" Jungkook orders him.
"I just need to pee. Give me one second" I hear a belt buckle followed by a zipper and my eyes widen.
"JIMIN. GET THE FUCK OUT." His voice is now seriously scary and some how it turns me on, causing my pussy to clench around Jungkook's cock who closes his eyes trying to level his breathing and then gives me a warning look.
"Kook, I'll be out in a second" I hear the sound of what I assume is his pee hitting the water in the toilet and resign, throwing my head into Jungkook's chest. -I don't think this could be any worse- " Hey so, I think I'll ask (Y/N) out." My head snaps back up and I lock eyes with Jungkook who looks very annoyed. "She looked so fucking hot last night with that dress. I couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to take it off her..." my brain shuts off, I could not continue listening to what seemed like a mini rant about all the ways he would do me.
"Jimin shut up and get the fuck out" Jungkook's words came out slowly but they were a warning that sounded dangerous and it snapped me out of my disassociating state.
"Bro what the heck is your problem? I'm telling you about a girl I want to hook up with" Jimin's tone seems annoyed but pleading.
"I can't help you get (Y/N)..."Â
I've always known Jungkook gets jealous easily, specially when people talk about me but this is not Jimin's fault, he doesn't know his friend and I are in a relationship. Jungkook and I have been dating for a while now but held off on telling the others because we want to enjoy our privacy bubble a bit longer. Well that and the fact I was scared of telling people.
I touch Jungkook's hand to get his attention and when he looks at me, I mouth 'it's time', he needs to tell his friend before this gets any more awkward. He has been wanting to tell him for a while but didn't because of me, so I let him know it's okay.
"Why not? You guys are close, you could just talk to her for me."
" Yeah, right. We are close. Very close. So I can't help you out with her"
"What do you mean? Why-" there is a few seconds of silence "Wait Jungkook... are you and (Y/N)... are you guys fucking?" his voice sound surprised and amused.
Jungkook turns to look at my blushing face and grins "Thanks to you, not anymore"Â
"Huh?" there is a few seconds of silence and then a gasp "Wait.. are you- is she-?"
I can hear the realization hit him so I do the only thing I can think about "Hiii Chim"
"OH.. mmm... Hii (Y/N)!!"
"Oookay" Jungkook says slowly "Now can you get the fuck out please?"
Jimin leaves the bathroom and I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. Jungkook's hands go to the back of my neck to hold me upright and he bends down to kiss me deeply.
"Mine. I can finally tell everyone that you are mine. My girl."
A/N 2: Hope you enjoy it. Please let me know if there is anyone you would like me to make a story one and I will try my best to add it to my list of one shots đ
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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
Jiminâs 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 âAre to sure surpass your expectations.â He was ecstatic, going on about how maybe theyâll 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 heâs still happy. Now, itâs something about a new android heâs droning on about.Â
âNo, I donât think you understand Y/n.â Jimin clarifies, walking alongside you on the campus pathway. âOne in the entire world, only one is being made.âÂ
âI understand plenty, Jim.â You genuinely laugh, side-eyeing him as he questions your intelligence. âI think I understood the first time you said thereâs only one, and the second time, and the third, and now the hundredth.âÂ
âAnd you donât even want to see him?! I donât understand!!â Jimin almost yells, wide eyes as he turns to you to emphasize his point.Â
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 heâs got a reputation for never getting told no. Thatâs the excuse you always gave, telling him off every time heâd talk about the âlow low price of 4,999 dollars!â Secondly, the androids freak you out a bit. Theyâre hyper-realistic, all the way down to every single man-made eyelash on their face. Youâre sure if you look close enough, you could probably see fake pores.Â
However, you donât hate artificial intelligence at all, nor are you a part of the momentum-gaining group of âandroids are stealing our jobs, and ruining society!â You suppose for you, itâs 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 youâd get behind the idea of owning one.Â
âYou would try and get me to buy it, why are you saying him? You never do that Jimin?â You ask, laughing softly. âWhat, you got a crush on him?â You raise your brows, elbowing him with your hands remaining in your pockets, cold air waiting for the opportunity to bite at your skin.Â
Jimin scoffs in defense, pretending you offended him as he shoves you away. âWe were told to market it as him because heâs so realistic most people apparently wonât know the difference.âÂ
ïżœïżœïżœâŠAnd you want me to buy that thing!?! An android that is so human you canât even tell?!â You ask, feet stopping in their tracks. âJimin, youâre out of your mind.â You roll your eyes, beginning to turn around, and instead, make your way to your apartment complex.Â
âNooo, at least walk me to the store like always. This isnât fair!â Jimin complains like a child, stomping his feet softly in the thin layer of snow thatâs beginning to form on the sidewalk. âI just wanted to tell you because I think itâs interesting, I promise I wonât market him to you.âÂ
âYouâre a liar.â You turn back, unable to fight back the smile as you walk up to him. âFine, letâs get going before it starts snowing harder. Iâd hate for you to be covered in it and you ruin all your bots with the liquid.â Sticking out your tongue, Jimin mimics you as he does it back.Â
âIt wouldnât ruin them, c'mon Y/n. Theyâre waterproof.âÂ
âJimin.â
âRight, sorry sorry.â
Jimin stops talking about androids for the rest of the walk, instead beginning his daily oversharing session, as he vents about this mystery boy âTaehyungâ heâs been seeing. Jimin claims heâs always on campus, everywhere, but you have yet to see him. Secretly, youâre starting to believe Jimin is making parts of him up. He wraps up the rant as you approach the door, âAnyways, he seems genuinely sweet. I think Iâll give it a chance.â
âYeah, I also think he seems nice. Maybe itâll be worth it.â You shrug, beginning to pull your arm away from Jiminâs where theyâre interlinked.Â
âJust likeâŠyou should give our androids a chance.â 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. âThat big box over there, thatâs our new one-of-a-kind boy.â Jimin beams, walking you over to it. Thereâs only the logo of cyber life on the front, no model codes, details, or specifications anywhere to be seen.Â
âSo, whatâs he look like?â You ask, finally able to pry your arm away from Jiminâs chokehold.Â
âI donât know.âÂ
âWhat do you mean you donât know??âÂ
âExactly what I mean, I donât know.â Jimin spits jokingly, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. âCyberLife is keeping all the details under wraps, I suppose whoever gets him is the first to find out. Personally, I think itâs to see if people recognize it as an android if the owner takes him out into public.â The information feels like whiplash, as does the mixing of it, him, and owner.Â
âThat is the freakiest thing Iâve ever heard.â You laugh. âSo, how much is he going for?â You shrug as Jimin smirks at you, eventually punching his arm.Â
âWhat, you want him?â He earns himself another punch. âHeâs not.âÂ
âJimin, what the fuck? Is this an empty box???â 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. âNo characteristics, no price, let me guess, no name next huh?âÂ
âDing ding ding.â Jimin chuckles. âThe model doesnât have a name. He introduces himself to his owner one-on-one.âÂ
âIâm leaving.âÂ
âWait wait wait, donât you want to know how you can get him if heâs not for sale?â He coaxes you back to the box laughing the entire time as he speaks. Once again grabbing you so you donât have a chance to run away, youâre left trapped. If the androids surrounding you in the store are already this realistic, youâre a bit afraid to see whatâs in the box honestly. âArenât you at least a bit curious, an android not up for sale hm?âÂ
âWith the information you just gave me, itâs an empty box up for sale,â You complain, ready to go home and cozy up on the couch with this weather. Itâs cold, wet, and youâre already slipping into your winter break laziness.Â
âIt's a raffle.âÂ
âOh great.âÂ
âIâll enter you into it.â Jimin beams, running over to a computer behind the cashier counter. You groan loudly, beginning to follow him to stop his antics. âUhm maâam, employees only beyond this point.â Jimin changes his tone to his customer service voice, holding a hand in front of your face. âIâll be with you in one moment.âÂ
âJimin, this isnât funny. Iâm going to kick your ass,â You complain, glancing over your shoulder to the large box behind you as if heâd pop out at any moment. âI donât even want the opportunity to own him, people would probably kill others over him.â
âOne moment, please maâam,â He speaks, breaking up into laughter throughout his sentence. Youâre helpless as you stand at the counter, watching in disbelief as he types in all of your information faster than the speed of light.
âI wish we never sat next to each other in Introduction to Computer Science.â You laugh, watching him click submit before making his way back to where you stand by the box.Â
âRaffle results come out tomorrow. Thatâs why I had to drag you here.â Jimin beams, âIf you donât want him, you can always give him to me.âÂ
Faking a gag, you begin your way out of the store. âI'm going home, Jimin. I'm gonna be spending my winter break alone, android-less, binge-watching movies, so feel free to stop by.â You smile, waving to him from the door. Jimin inserts some snarky remark that you donât really catch, rolling your eyes at him through the window regardless.Â
Doing exactly as you promised yourself, you all but melt into the soft bed youâve been in a long-distance relationship with the entire semester. Now, youâre 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 youâd watch. With a content sigh, you begin your second binge-watching marathon of the break. Itâs cut short just one episode in, a small knock catching your attention. Following it, itâs your front door.Â
âHi, Jimin, do you wanna-â Itâs 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. âOh, sorry. I was expecting someone else. How can I help you guys?âÂ
âIs this the residence of Y/n L/n?â One asks, making your throat run dry as you glance at the box behind them. âIf you could just sign off on your delivery, free of charge provided by the company.â 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, youâre at a loss.Â
Wouldnât 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.Â
âJimin?!â 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. âJimin, if you're in this box, Iâm going to kill you for real this time.â 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.Â
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. HeâsâŠpretty? 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. Thereâs a small mole underneath his lower lip that you think is an interesting addition to an android model.Â
With a hard beating heart that feels as though itâll burst through your rib cage, you abandon your protection. Thereâs 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. Itâs 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. Heâs 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. âHello, Iâm Jungkook.âÂ
There it is.Â
You donât answer, prompting him to continue introducing himself. âIâm 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.âÂ
âJungkook?â You mumble, his name feels way too human. âWhatâs your full name?âÂ
âJeon Jungkook, from Busan, South Korea.â You could throw up everywhere, the realistic bot smiling softly as he stands in front of you.Â
âYeah, yeah sorry. Iâm Y/n. âŠyou are an android, right? Do you mind if I, uh?â You gesture to his chest. Your brain is struggling to believe heâs 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. âOkay, sorry Iâm just having trouble adjusting, thatâs all,â You mumble, closing his panel for him.Â
âThere is usually an adjustment period for new owners. Have you had another android in the past?â 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.
âOh, no no. Itâs not that Iâve been against it, I just havenât had the money or need for one I suppose.â You explain, feeling like you owe him an explanation as to why you donât have an earlier model. âIâm a grad student, you see?âÂ
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 heâs about to break up with you, making you laugh softly to yourself as you sit on the opposite side of the couch. âIâm 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.âÂ
âIntimacy, what does that even mean in terms of an android?âÂ
âSome androids are designed to carry out human wants and desires for sexual intercourse-â
âOkay, okay, sorry I asked.â You cut Jungkook off before he can give you the long, likely in-depth explanation of their usage. âSo, what do you want to do around here? I mean itâs just me, so itâll probably get pretty lonely unless you come to my classes with me.â You chuckle. âI mean, itâs not very big but itâs comfortable, feel free to help yourself to whatever youâd like.âÂ
âI want to do what you want me to do, Y/n,â Jungkook answers, speaking like a true CyberLife android, a computer.
âGod, itâs so weird.â You complain. âYou look so human but act like youâre an android, so itâs just throwing me off.â 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. âYour LED also is barely noticeable, just all of it together tricks my mind into thinking youâre a human.âÂ
âThatâs how I was engineered, with that in mind.â He smiles, âI donât think Iâll be mass-marketed due to how human my design is, it would likely cause unrest within society.â You nod along to that, it most definitely would only make the anti-android movement worse. âIf youâd like, I can adjust my LED to be more of the stereotypical android look.â
âNo, no thatâs okay. I like you however you present yourself. But, can you change your hairstyle? Itâs just a bit too CyberLife, fresh out of the package if you want to go out in public later on.â You shrug, once again feeling the need to explain to him. He does, switching through various hairstyles before deciding on one. Itâs slightly longer, with soft waves making it look fluffier than before. Itâs still just as dark, but it suits him.Â
âI can also simulate body modifications such as piercings, tattoos, scarification, split tongue, stretched lobes, whatever you would wish for me to look like,â Jungkook informs, once again sounding fresh out of the box.Â
âYou do whichever ones youâd like, Jungkook. Itâs your body, fake or not.â 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.Â
âUhm, is this okay? I can always change my setting back if you prefer it-â
âItâs okay, Jungkook. We gotta get you out of your default settings, jeez.â You laugh. âIâm not really sure what to do now, I was watching a TV show if youâd like to watch it with me?â
âIâd love to.â 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. âIâd also love to make you dinner while we watch, would that be okay?â
âKook, YES. I donât mind what you do unless itâs like actively punching holes in my drywall. Then maybe Iâll draw the line.â You joke, finally earning a laugh from him. Itâs contagious, spreading over to you as you giggle along. You donât think youâve completely wrapped your brain around the fact that heâs 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. âAlso, Iâm not sure if you notice, but your footsteps make almost no noise. Itâs okay to make sounds. I think if you walk around here completely silent you'll probably scare the shit out of me.â
âNoted.â Jungkook chuckles, sliding off of the couch and making his way into the kitchen. He makes more noise this time, and itâs 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 youâd 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.
âGood morning, I made you-â
Youâve never screamed so loud, so early in the morning. Youâre 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.Â
âSorry, sorry Kook.â You cackle after the initial fright, hands holding your stomach as you almost cry from laughter. âAdjustment period, remember when you said that?â 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. âOkay, okay, thatâs enough. I have to stop.â With another glance at Jungkook in the kitchen, youâre cracking up again.Â
âY/n! I thought Iâd be nice and make you breakfast!â 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. âAnyway, I made you a breakfast sandwich. Iâm not sure if you have anything to do today but-â Jungkook stops talking as he notices your chest heaving, trying hard not to laugh. âAre you-are you serious?? You can't even look at me huh?â Jungkook cracks, smiling hard.Â
At this point, there are tears rolling down your face. âSorry, sorry. Okay, Iâm done for real this time. Just had to get it out of my system.â
âUh-huh, sure.â Jungkook jokes, putting the plate in front of you regardless of you continuing to giggle every now and then.Â
âIâm not sure what youâd like to do today, but Iâm gonna go out with a friend for a bit. Thereâs not much to do here, Iâm normally used to being out all the time, but thereâs Netflix, Hulu, Disney, whatever youâd like to watch.â 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 yesterdayâs raffle. He gets his hopes up a bit before going to the store, coming up with the idea that maybe no one won and heâll be unboxed today. Nerves flood throughout your body, your mind thinking back to the sweet boy that made you breakfast this morning. âAnyway, whatâre you up to today?â Jimin sighs after his excitement, strolling along the sidewalk with his drink in hand.Â
âProbably a bit of holiday shopping, and hanging out with a friend-â
âA friend?! Who? Do I know them?â He interrupts you, immediately questioning.Â
âNo, no I donât think you do. Heâs a family friend of my momâs side-â
âHE?â
âI hate talking to you.â You laugh, no longer feeling the need to continue talking about it. You ignore Jiminâs prying questions, favoring dismissing all of them. Whatâs he look like? Whereâs he from? Is he cute? Whatâs his name? Is he nice? Jimin brings up anything and everything. âOkay, weâre here, oh noooo.â You chuckle, pretending to be disappointed.Â
âIâll find out eventually.â Jimin sticks his tongue out at you before entering the store. Heâs beyond disappointed that the box is no longer sitting in the store, texting you about it as you walk home.
Coming home, youâre 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. Youâve 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. Youâve made movie nights become a ritual, cuddling up to Jungkook on colder nights. (Heâs aware and even adjusts his systems to make himself put out more heat for you.)Â
Jungkook is also the best listener you know, listening and taking in all of the stories youâre 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, heâs 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. Itâs scary how no one realizes heâs an android and doesnât 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. âY/n, let me take off your makeup.â Jungkook giggles softly, sitting on the edge of the bed as he holds a makeup wipe in his hand. Heâs 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 Jungkookâs clothes in a death grip to ground yourself. Jungkook smiles softly at you. âItâll just take two seconds, come here.âÂ
You finally oblige, shuffling around to place your head in his lap. âDo your worst, pretty boy.â You slur slightly, smiling up at him.Â
âPretty boy?â Kook raises a brow at you.
âMhmm, my pretty boy.â You nod, wearing a soft smile as Jungkook wipes your makeup off. âYou wanna sleep with me?â
âSorry?â Jungkook almost chokes on his fake spit.Â
âYouâre warm, come, lay down.â You coax him, pulling him down. Youâre not laying on the bed the right way at all, heads laying at the foot of the bed. Youâre 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. âWarm, soft.â You hum. You get the best sleep of your entire life, and it now becomes a normal thing for Jungkook to lay with you.Â
You learn a lot about him during this time as well. One, Jungkook can taste and eat as his program allows him to. He doesnât need to at all, but once again he was built for companionship and he canât 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 heâs 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, heâs been programmed to be good at absolutely everything.Â
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 donât even question. Lastly, heâs able to carry water and electrolyte snacks that he claims are good for you when youâre physically active. When you refuse to drink, Jungkook jokingly wrestles you into submission until you take at least one sip. Â
Cooking: Jungkook has taken to making all of your meals, and youâre not even upset about it. Every meal is different but just as delicious, you assume he has some sort of chef programming. When you donât have an item Jungkook needs, heâs more than willing to go out and get it for you. Youâre a bit too anxious to send him on his own, but in reality, heâd probably be okay given his appearance. Despite taking over cooking needs, if youâre 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.Â
âKook,â 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. âThe cookies will burn.â
âThey still have 3 minutes, donât worry hun.â 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.Â
Makeup (yes, even makeup): Jungkook had offered to help you get ready for a research-related conference, letâs just say you got a lot of compliments that night. Â
Cleaning: You tell him constantly he doesnât 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 didnât 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: Heâs not a fighter under any circumstances at all, you canât even imagine Jungkook getting into an altercation. You suppose he could if he needed, itâs likely somewhere deep in his programming. However, itâs 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.Â
Helping with your Grad assignments: Kook is a very advanced computer, how can you not?
And just simple companionship on days youâre 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.Â
âKook, can you really take your time today, I need the relaxation.â 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.Â
â....What are you doing?â Jungkook chuckles, standing over you a bit as he peers down.Â
âCome, sit, sit.â 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. âHoly shit, youâre good at this.â
You suppose the only thing youâre unsure of with his skills is his intimacy feature, as you haven't had any reason or want to test it. Youâve 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 itâs detrimental to oneâs health to be sexually frustrated for too long that you put an end to, as quickly as possible.Â
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.Â
Maybe four weeks into the break, thereâs a knock on the door that catches Jungkookâs attention more than yours. Youâre busy getting tangled in the Christmas tree lights that are impossibly knotted, Jungkook trying to help out as much as he can. Heâs hesitant after accidentally pulling one of the cords and almost swiping your feet out from underneath you. âCan you go get that please, Kook?â You mumble, lights somehow wrapped around your waist, legs, and neck. Jungkook scurries to do as heâs told, not wanting to take over lights for you.Â
You can hear the door creak open, followed by a period of silence. âWho are you??â Your hands stop moving, eyes blown wide as you glance over to the door. Shit shit shit.Â
âHey Jimin! Come in!â You call from the living room, still hard at work at making the lights cooperate with you. You pray to god he doesnât see you sweat. âI told you about him, remember? Heâs in town for a while on an internship. Jimin, this is Jungkook, a family friend. Jungkook, this is Jimin.â 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.
âItâs nice to meet you.â Jungkook smiles wide, garland hanging down from his arms as he shakes Jiminâs hand. Jimin shakes his hand back, turning back to you.Â
âY/n! You didnât tell me said friend was so hot!â 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 Jungkookâs design, including Jimin. He doesnât seem to clock Jungkook immediately, joining in on your and Kookâs 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.Â
Jimin laughs his ass off the entire time, watching as Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs and easily lifts. âJungkook, my ass is in your face.â You laugh, wobbling slightly as you cackle. Jimin also laughs hard at this.Â
âIâm not looking, promise.â This only makes the group of you laugh harder. Jimin looks at Jungkook to check the accuracy, falling to his knees as he sees Jungkookâs head at a 90-degree angle looking sideways. âPut the star on!â Jungkook calls, laughing softly. Thankfully, you come down unscathed and unharmed. You all settle in, putting on holiday movies to watch.Â
âDo you guys want hot chocolate?â You ask, already getting up and making your way into the kitchen to start making them.
âIâll help.â You send Jungkook a hard glare, seating him back down. âUgh, fine. You never make mine right though.â He complains, sitting back down and grabbing his blanket once more. You can see him and Jimin talking, but youâre unable to hear it over the movie. Walking back in slowly, you cautiously carry three mugs.Â
âHere, you big baby. Hot chocolate with extra chocolate and whipped cream.â You hand Jungkook his and then Jimin's. âAnd regular for you like an adult.â You watch as Jungkook sticks his tongue out at you, making you laugh as you sit down.Â
âExtra chocolate? Kook, do you mind if I taste yours?â 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. âY/n, can you make mine like that next time?â
âWow.â 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 youâre handed a simple mixed drink. (Jungkook can and will make the most elaborate, bartender-level drinks youâve ever seen.) Maybe heâs not as clueless as he pretends to be.Â
âI think I should get going, gotta get up early in the morning.â Jimin yawns, standing up and stretching. âI wonât make you come get coffee with me since I have to be at work at 6 am.â
At this, you recoil. âSo generous, Jimin. I definitely would not make it there at 5:30.â You laugh, getting up off the couch to walk him out. âDo you want us to walk with you, itâs a bit late Jim.â
â...Tae is picking me up.â You gasp as Jimin opens the door. Jimin slaps a hand over your mouth. âAnd NO! You canât meet him tonight, I have to at least give him a warning in advance.â
âI hate you.â You sigh, jokingly shoving him out of the door frame. âIâll see you soon, loser. Text me when you get home so I know youâre safe and so I know this weird, unknown, creepy Taehyung that Iâve never met didnât kidnap you or something.â Waving goodbye to Jimin, you can finally breathe as you shut the door. âHeâs skeptical of you.â You huff.Â
âI know.â Jungkook mumbles, âI think the hot chocolate and drinks convinced him, though. He stopped being skeptical after that. Now, heâs skeptical and thinks weâre dating.â
You donât know how Jungkook can tell, but you believe him. With a long sigh, you return to the couch, plopping down back onto the blankets. âHeâs too skeptical about everything.â You laugh. Kook follows you into the living room, laying down on top of you. âHe wouldnât care that youâre an android, Kook.â You reassure him, âI just donât want that to be your description and introduction to people we meet.â Jungkook nods in agreement.Â
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 youâre 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, canât even imagine a better person to wait around for. Sometimes you guys will go out for the evening if youâre not tired, other nights you both stay in and watch tv or movies cuddled close together.Â
For once, youâre not spending the holidays alone. Over the last couple of years, you had always gone over to Jiminâs apartment for company if he was still in town. Other times, you just spent the holiday watching movies. âMerry Christmas Eve, Kook.â You hum, sitting close to him with your head resting on his shoulder. Your knees are folded underneath you, facing Jungkookâs lap but not on him. Jungkook rests his head on yours, a blanket tossed over both of your laps. Youâve already made cookies and Jungkook started cooking ahead for tomorrowâs 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 itâs cute.
âMerry Christmas Eve, pretty girl.â Jungkook hums back, reaching over to hold your hands. Heâs taken to calling you pet names, making you blush furiously every time.Â
âDo you want an early Christmas present?â You smile hard at him, glancing up at him.Â
âIs that even a question?â Jungkook giggles, watching as you jump off the couch and immediately sprint into the bedroom. He can hear loud rummaging, and heâs about 99% sure youâre 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. âY/n, I don't think these will fit me.â He chuckles.Â
âHow do you go underneath the top thing?â 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. âAnd, I also have one. So we can match.â With loud laughter, you and Jungkook begin sprinting to the hall. You duck into your room, and Jungkook disappears into the bathroom.Â
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. âY/n, thank you.â 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. âThank you for everything.âÂ
âC'mon now, donât get all sentimental Jeon.â If you get any more sentimental, youâll cry. âYouâre not going anywhere for a while.â
âI wouldnât even think of it.â 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.Â
âMerry Christmas,â Jungkook speaks softly, once again kissing your forehead.Â
âMerry Christmas, my sweet boy.â You kiss his cheek in return, fighting the blush away.Â
Christmas is exactly what youâve dreamed of, eating together, watching movies, opening gifts, setting up and playing with said gifts, and spending plenty of time cuddled up together. For Jungkookâs gifts, you got him a game system and a phone to keep him busy once the spring semester starts in a couple of weeks. Jungkookâs quick to input your number, demanding it as soon as it comes out of the box.Â
âAre you ready for your presents?â Jungkook smiles.Â
âAm I huh?â You question, raising a brow. You weren't expecting anything since Jungkook is an android, and therefore is unable to work unless itâs programmed into him. Along with this, he hasnât asked you for any money within the last couple of weeks. âHow, Kook?â You mumble as he comes out of your apartment's small storage closet with gifts, a bright smile on his face.Â
âI maybe, maybe not, went out and did college kidâs homework and assignments for cash.â Jungkook cheekily smiles, avoiding the look you give him. Heâs lucky heâs so sweet and kind, otherwise, youâd 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 heâs good at. Itâs a new bookbag and a recipe book, Jungkookâs pretty handwriting, and little doodles filling the pages. Thereâs a card in the bag, you already know itâs going to be sentimental and doubt youâll be unable to read it without crying.
As you suspected, youâre in tears by the end of the card. You sniffle hard as you press it against your face, hiding your tears from Jungkook. âNooo, donât cry. That wasnât my intention.â Jungkook coos at you, wrapping you in his arms with ease. âYour bookbag seemed to have a lot of miles on it, I figured Iâd 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.â Jungkook explains. âAnd the note is just my gratitude, I suppose.â
âI told you no more sentimental stuff.â You chuckle, wiping your tears off your face as you turn to properly hug him. âSorry I didnât write you a card, I didnât even think of it.â You mumble.Â
âI donât need a card, trust me,â Jungkook speaks softly, kissing your cheek where a tear stain still remains. âDo you wanna get back to our movie?â 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.Â
âKook?â
âHm?â
âDo you wish you were human? Or do you wish you were given to a different owner?â You ask curiosity just genuinely wanting to know his answer.
âIâm not sure, really. I suppose being a human has a lot of rules for socializing, existing, and everything else. I know Iâm not a human, but it does feel like I am so I suppose thatâs close enough for me to be content.â Jungkook explains, shrugging softly as he holds you to him. âAnd I donât wish I was given to another human, I really like it here. I think if I were with anyone else, theyâd 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.â
You giggle, nodding to agree with him. âYeah, probably. Itâs easy to expect you to act like a perfect android when thatâs how you were marketed, after all.â 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. âI still just can't believe youâre an android, Kook. Sometimes I donât think about it and just see you as a person. Can I ask you something?â
âAnything, always.â Jungkook grits as he stares up at you.Â
âYouâve been using I think and I feel, Jungkook.â Jungkook tenses hard underneath you, fear momentarily flashing across his face. âCyberLife programming doesnât do that. Were you built with a missing code, or did you break your coding when you got here?â 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. âI like it, Kook. I was hoping this would happen, but I wasnât going to try and recode or reprogram you myself. I just want to know. Your note was also a dead giveaway, Jeon.â
â...I broke out of it partly when I got here and you started asking me to just be myself and not be my program.â Jungkook answers truthfully, âAnd then I broke out of it completely when it wouldnât let me feel love for you, platonically or romantically. I didnât like it, so I got out.â
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. âI love you too, Jeon.âÂ
Jungkookâs hands meet your knees on the couch, holding onto them as you sit on his lap. âI donât want to make you uncomfortable Y/n,â Jungkook almost whines underneath you, squeezing your knees. âBut my programming, itâs uhm, on, right now. I canât really control it just yet, it's created to react to your actions and body. And youâre, uhm moving a lot right now. Just give me a minute to-â
â...What if I want to, maybe, utilize these features?âÂ
âOh fuck,â 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.Â
âOnly if thatâs what you want too, Kook.â 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 Jungkookâs waist a bit tighter. âKook, I can feel you.â You whine as his hands press your hips into his, the pajamas much thinner than you realized before. âI need words, Jungkook, for confirmation.â
âY/n, Iâve been offered my services for weeks. I have been out of my program for weeks as well,â Jungkook grins, hands sliding, moving your hips to grind down onto him. âThere is nothing I want more.â He answers honestly, sitting up to meet you. âPlease, let me make you feel good.â 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.Â
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 donât give him much, your eyes scanning across his features as you take them in. âI just wanna see my pretty boy, thatâs all.â 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 heâd 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. âSo warm, Kook.â You mumble against his lips, your hands finding purchase on his biceps.Â
âSo soft, youâre so soft.â 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. âLet 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. Youâre completely flipped now, Jungkook in between your legs as he leans over you.Â
His palms never leave you longer than it takes to remove clothing, lips working their way along your jaw. âSo perfect for me, just for me. Always wanna be with you, Y/n.â Jungkook almost babbles into your skin, leaving dark marks in his wake. Sooner than you can comprehend, youâre completely bare before him.
âKook, this feels unfair,â You complain, reaching to pull at his pajama pants.Â
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. âWould you just focus?â He smiles, having to bite back a soft laugh.Â
âYou just swiped everything off the coffee table.â You comment dryly, also having to bite back a laugh at the situation. âYou know, youâre literally a house robot, youâll be cleaning it up-fuck,â Jungkook isnât listening anymore, sliding down to his torso and nipping at your thighs.
âYou were saying?â He humors you, diving in before giving you a real chance to answer his question. Itâs impossible to talk, mewls and whines slipping through every time you try to come up with some witty, snarky response. Jungkook, smug, knows that. Heâs unrelenting, face buried in between your legs with no signs of moving.Â
âKook, how are you, fuck, so good at this?â 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. âKook,â You mumble, hips lifting off of the couch to grind against him.Â
âYes, there you go, pretty girl.â 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, itâs almost torture. âGotta get you ready, feel good, hm?â 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.Â
âIs this a programming thing?â You whine, clenching tightly around his fingers from the pleasure. He knows exactly what you need, exactly how to give it to you.Â
âIt's wanting to please you.â 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. âFeel good, hm?âÂ
âToo good,â You whine, legs beginning to shake as you draw closer, body on fire. âYouâre going to make me cum, gonna cum for you.â 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.Â
âKook, need more, need you,â You whine loudly, hands reaching to his shoulders to pull him up. He follows, moaning softly when your legs wrap around his waist.Â
âNeed it, or want it?â He asks, kissing along your skin, âTake it pretty girl, take all you want.â Jungkook leads, softly pulling you up to straddle his hips. Kook pulls at his boxers, helping you maneuver around to get more comfortable. âGonna let you lead, make yourself feel good.â 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.Â
âKook, wait wait fuck,â You whine, hips pressing themselves down until heâs buried as deep as he can, stopping all your movement. âFeels good, really good.â 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.Â
âPretty girl~â Jungkook almost coos to you, leaning up to press your foreheads against one another. âLet me take care of you, Iâll be so gentle I promise. Lemme make you feel good.â 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, Jungkookâs beginning to slide out before slowly pushing back in, only stopping when your hips connect again.Â
âSo deep, Kook,â You can only whine, arms losing their strength as you slip down, only holding your hips up and resting on his chest. âSorry, it feels too good,â You apologize as he does all the work, thrusting while also maneuvering your hips to target where it feels best. Everytime he bottoms out, heâs sure to grind against your clit, only adding to your overwhelmed state. Youâve barely even started, barely even moved, and youâre 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.Â
âFeels good, hm? Youâre gonna be a good girl and let me hear you come for me?â He rasps against your ear, one of his hands moving to hold the back of your head. âSo pretty, beautiful. All for me.â 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 youâd wake up. âCome for me Y/n, all over my cock, wanna feel you.â It hits you out of nowhere, almost blind siding you as it washes over your entire body. Your thighs clamp down around Jungkookâs waist hard, trying to still the stimulation. He doesnât allow such luxury, determined to thoroughly ride you through the orgasm, continuing his movement until youâre almost begging.Â
âKook?â Your voice is rough as you finally speak up, shaky hands meeting his chest as you push yourself up once again.Â
âHm?â He acknowledges you, hands running across your skin to smooth out any goosebumps that remain. Youâre about 90% sure his touch is whatâs sprouting them, but you donât have the mindfulness right now to tell him that.Â
âWhy does it feel so good? Sâlike I can't even think with you inside me.â 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.Â
âHmmm, I don't know. Scientifically there are multiple answers for that. But realistically, itâs likely my design and programming, and the fact you haven't been touched the entire time Iâve been here.â He chuckles at the last bit, reminiscing on all the lectures about sexual health and how too much frustration is a bad thing, âYouâre extra sensitive, and I know just what to do, where to touch, how to make you tick, Y/n.â 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. âCute.â
âJungkook, mâserious!â You slur, rocking softly.Â
âI know pretty girl, I know. I can tell.â Jungkook chides, clearly finding some sort of humor as he watches you shake and twitch because of his cock. âYou feel good, hm? Help yourself pretty.âÂ
âI'll try,â You nod, your bottom lip finding its place between your teeth once more. Your feet lift a bit to hook around Jungkookâs 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.Â
âTaking me so good, riding me so well.'' Jungkook praises, feeling his cock jump once again as your thighs begin to tremble softly. âFeels good?â Jungkook coos, palms beginning to run over the muscle.Â
âReally good,â You nod, biting back moans. Jungkook moans softly when you tighten around him, hands reaching up for your face.Â
âBe my good girl, let me hear you. Gotta hear how good my cock makes you feel,â 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. âThere you go,â He smiles as you moan and whimper, drool beginning to pool around Jungkook's fingers (not that he minds at all.) âI need to know how good I am to you,â He cracks, a small whimper slipping as he finishes his sentence.Â
âYou look so pretty, Kook-ah,â 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 heâs peering up at you like youâre 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. âGonna cum again for you,â You whimper, hips meeting his own with a small slap.Â
âGood,â 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 youâre unable to muffle yourself, one hand still holding your jaw. You cum hard, thighs shaking harder than youâve 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. âGood girl, so good for me, feels good, hm? Just a bit longer,â He talks you through it gently, voice honey to your ears.Â
You nod, riding through it for as long as possible. As you finish, your body slumps forward, arms wrapping around Kookâs neck as you hug him close. âDo you not cum? Is that not how this works?â You chuckle softly, his cock still throbbing softly.Â
âI can, when I feel that my partner has been thoroughly pleased and satisfied.â 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.Â
âYouâre going to be the death of me, how much more satisfied am I gonna get?âÂ
âWeâll find out.âÂ
âJungkook,â 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.Â
âI gotta make up for the weeks you were celibate.â He softly grinds up into you, filling you with a wave of want once more. âI need to satisfy you,â He teases, kissing along your jaw and beginning to trail down to your neck. âMake sure no one else ever does it as good as me, no one else can make you cum like I can.â He continues, beginning to sit up and make you sit up as well, easily lifting both of your body weight.Â
âFuck, Kook,â 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.Â
âSo even if you look elsewhere, all youâll think of is me, this pussy all mine, always,â He bites down softly into the flesh of your shoulder, leaving a light mark. âMy girl,â He smiles, leaving light marks once more. His hips instinctively grind into you as he talks, not giving you a break for a second.Â
âAll yours, Kook. I'm all yours.â You whimper softly as he slides out entirely, slowly filling you up again.Â
âFuck, Y/n,â He whimpers into your neck, seemingly beginning to feel affected. âSo tight,â He pants softly, hiking your legs up before pinning them to his shoulders, hands placed firmly on the couch underneath you. Heâs 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.Â
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.Â
âSo tight, just, ah fuck, pulling me in, Y/n.â 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. âDonât, shit, do that,â His hips falter the slightest bit, head falling forward slightly.Â
âWant you to cum with me, Jeon,â You mumble softly, arms reaching around to claw and pull at his back, pulling him closer. âYou'll do that for me, please?â 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, heâd do anything for you.Â
âNeed you to cum again first, just one more,â 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. âLet me have it, Y/n, need to feel you,â
Itâs 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 donât relent, chasing his own high. A loud whimper falls past your lips, hands reaching down in an attempt to push his hips away, âI know, I know, just a bit more, gonna cum for you, just like you asked pretty,â 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.Â
âPlease, Jungkook, cum in me,â You whimper, the overstimulation almost too much. Your hand holds the side of his face, his own hands falling to hold onto you.Â
âFuck, fuck, cumming for you,â He whimpers, hips surging forward, cumming as deep as possible. You whine and twitch as he continues, throughly fucking his cum into you until heâs 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.Â
âKook,â You smile hazily at him.Â
âRight, right,â Jungkook chuckles softly, pulling out as carefully as he can. He's covered in your cum, and youâd probably be more embarrassed if you had a sense of rationale left. âSo fucking pretty,â He comments, and you meet his eyes to see what heâs talking about. Heâs not staring at you, heâs looking at your pussy, hands hiking your legs up by your knees.Â
âJUNGKOOK!!â The embarrassment begins to come back as does your rationality. Your legs pull against his hands, closing in on yourself.Â
âI mean it,â He laughs softly, letting you go as he leans forward to kiss you once more. âCâmon,â He smiles, wrapping his arms around you and easily lifting you. You donât pay much attention, but you know heâs walking to the bathroom based on the direction heâs 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 itâs filled, he carefully helps you in, making sure you donât slip. Once youâre fully in, he gets up and begins to make his way out.
âKook? Can you not take a bath?âÂ
âI can, I just need to clean up really quick first. Iâll be right back, promise,â 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. âYou feel okay?â 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. âAnything hurt too badly?â He asks genuinely, not looking as he kisses the bite mark on your shoulder he left behind.Â
âYeah, I feel okay,â You smile, nudging against him softly. âI need to know though, how does your cum work? Do I have to buy a plan B or? Thatâd be kinda freaky, technology so advanced it can create life.âÂ
Jungkook genuinely laughs, making the water slosh as the both of you bounce softly. âNo, no. It acts as a lubricant actually, so we could keep going if we really wanted to.â He smiles, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he hugs you close. âI wish though, youâd be such a good mama for me,â 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.Â
âDo not!â You warn, pushing his face and hand away as it begins trailing further down. âWe'll be going round 2,3,4, and 5 if you keep it up.â You laugh, trying to get away from him.Â
âCâmon, pretty, relax. Let me clean you up,â 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. âI love you Y/n.â Jungkook sighs softly as he finishes his work, arms coming to wrap around you.Â
âI love you too, Kook.â You smile softly, craning your neck around to kiss him gently. You carefully maneuver your feet under you, shakily standing out of the water.Â
âEasy there, bambi,â 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 youâre securely on the bath mat on stable footing.
âCâmon, finish cleaning up so you can come warm me up,â
âI like the sound of that-â
âJeon.âÂ
âRight.â
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First Time
Ot7 x Reader
Summary: What the members would be like during their first time with their S/o
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, swearing, mentions of oral, fingering
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Jin:
I feel like the first time with him would be slightly planned, with flowers and candles waiting when you come home from a lovely date together. But you still make sure to let it happen naturally; if the vibes arenât right, then heâd happily just kiss you and then call it a night.
If the vibes are right tho, he goes all out.
He can be quite intense at times, but heâd do his best during your first time together to still be gentle with you, with lots of kissing over every bit of your body that he can reach.
I think he would try to keep his own need in check at first, focusing on making sure that youâre completely relaxed and feeling as good as possible.
Once heâs actually inside you though, he would lose all of his composure, rocking into you at such a desperate pace that it takes your breath away.
Afterwards he would be extra soft, and probably a bit shy, hiding his face in your neck as you lay together talking.
Yoongi:
I see your first time together happening very naturally, whether itâs after a romantic date night or the result of a studio makeout session that escalated into you both grinding against each other for relief.
Thereâd definitely be some tongue technologyâą happening. He seems very much to feed off others pleasure, so he would make sure you cum at least twice for each time he does.
Lowkey think heâd prefer you to be on top, especially for your first time together. Heâd love being able to hold onto your hips while watching you with glazed over eyes as you find the rhythm and pace that has you both moaning.
Once you both get close to cumming tho, heâd take over a bit, gripping onto you tighter and thrusting up into you so hard that it sends you over the edge almost immediately.
Aftercare would be very soft and quiet, with him tending to you so gently and asking how you feel or if you need anything. Heâs also definitely a cuddler, keeping you close for a long while after.
Hobi:
I see Hobi being very sweet and caring during your first time together.
Even though it was rather spur of the moment, he would still want to go slow and take his time with you, making sure that you were both fully comfortable with whatever is happening before things progress to the next level.
There would be a lot of experimenting with different things. He wants to learn every little thing that makes you feel the best and then push them that little bit further to make you see stars.
Despite the intensity of it all, I think he would still be quite playful and very âHobiâ about the whole thing, both of you giggling and teasing each other even as youâre chasing after your highs.
Iâve said it before, but heâd be A+ with aftercare, making sure youâre clean and comfy before pulling you close again and telling you how much you mean to him.
Namjoon:
I see Joon going one of two ways during your first time together:
1. Super soft and tender with lots of soft touching and praise orâŠ
2. Absolutely just fucking railing you after you both snap because youâre both just super desperate and canât take the tension anymore.
Either way, heâd be super passionate, touching and kissing you with a bruising intensity.
I feel like heâd be very busy with his hands; one second theyâre teasing over your chest, the next theyâre slipping between your legs to tease and stretch you out for him(heâs very big on prep and foreplay, argue with the wall)
Once heâs actually inside of you, heâs a bit rougher, snapping his hips into yours hard and fast till you're both dizzy with pleasure.
Afterwards he would be super soft and gentle with you, making sure you have everything you need before you drift off to sleep in his arms.
Jimin:
Jimin would be very sweet and passionate, planning out a cozy evening in together, so that you could take your time together without feeling rushed and pressured.
It would start out innocent enough with just some soft, slow kisses, but his hands and lips have a habit of dancing around and making your head go fuzzy, and suddenly youâre straddling his lap and your topâs gone
I see him being a bit of a tease, wanting to see just how desperate and riled up he can make you for him before he finally sinks into you, teasing you with a hand between your legs while he leaves marks along your neck and chest, whispering tiny praises to you as he goes.
Once he finally feels you around him though, he turns almost as whiny and needy as he made you, thrusting deep and fast, desperately chasing your highs while still mumbling praises into your skin.
He would be so sweet with aftercare, not letting you lift a finger while he makes sure youâre clean and hydrated before cuddling up with you and talking til you both fall asleep.
Taehyung:
Tae would want your first time together to be very romantic, tho his perception of âromanticâ changes depending on the situation.
Like yes, obviously rose petals and candles are very romantic, but the idea of you both just getting completely lost in the moment and each other while you were supposed to be watching a movie or something is also very beautiful to him.
Either way, he would fucking worship you, tracing over every inch of your body with wide eyed reverence.Â
I also see him getting a bit carried away and cumming a little faster than he wouldâve preferred, but neither of you would really mind, especially since heâs probably ready to go again almost immediately, lol.
He would be very clingy afterwards, holding you close or laying on your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as you talk until one or both of you fall asleep.
Jungkook:
I think the first time with Jk would be very spontaneous and playful.
I see it happening after youâre both just like hanging out at his place and what started out as just a few teasing kisses spiraled into you pressed into the sofa under him as he fumbles with the buttons on your top.
Heâs very much a tease, toying with edges of clothing or just ghosting his hands over where you need him most, but his own eagerness and need would keep him from being too mean, giving in almost as soon as he feels how wet and needy you are for him.
He would be soo intense, but would still try to keep you both grounded in some way, holding your hands tightly in his as he pounds relentlessly into you.
Aftercare would be where more of his soft side would come back, holding you close while you both catch your breath and then helping you clean up and making sure you have water or snacks afterwards.
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âź Teaser Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Other Tags: Hockey Player!Jungkook, Figure Skater!Reader, Hockey Player!Taehyung, Hockey Player!Jimin, Coach!Yoongi, Hockey Player!Namjoon, Hockey Player!Hoseok, Figure Skater!Jin, Genre: Hockey!AU, Figure Skating!AU, Olympic!AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Self-Discovery, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn Drop Date: 01/20/2025 Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has always been destined for greatness as a competitive figure skater, her dreams of the Olympics sparkling like the ice beneath her blades. But when a devastating injury sidelines her, those dreams seem to melt away. Just when she feels lost, she unexpectedly meets Jeon Jungkook, a talented NHL hockey player.
I never used to think about what came after. Why would I? It felt pointless, like trying to guess the end of a novel when youâre still tangled in the middle. Every chapter rushing by, barely letting you catch your breath. Sometimes, life dangled a dream so vivid, so close, you could almost feel it in your hands. But right when you thought you had it? Thatâs when life reminded youâpages stop turning. Lights flick off. And suddenly, youâre back in the grind, stuck right where you started.
Normal? No chance. I wouldnât recognize normal if it jumped out of the shadows and hit me. Normal was for people who punched clocks and sipped lukewarm coffee in beige cubicles. My mornings started when the world was still darkâlacing up my skates, the cold air biting at my face. Stretch until the pain dulled, practice until my routines were burned into my mind like a broken record. The rink smelled like sweat, frost, and desperation, clinging to me as I chased that perfect moment, day in and day out.
That was my life. Until it wasnât.
From the moment I took my first steps, the ice had been my escape. My personal sanctuary. Each time my skates touched the frozen surface, electricity sparked through me, alive in my bones. My mom, Emily, she saw it first. She recognized that fire in me and latched on, pulling me headfirst into the competitive skating world. She wasnât just supportiveâshe was relentless, like a storm barreling down on me, pushing me to be perfect. To her, maybe that was all that mattered.
People whispered behind her back, saying she was living vicariously through me, chasing dreams sheâd lost. But I didnât resent her for it. Her ambition, fierce and all-consuming, burned like a fire. It kept me warmâeven when it scorched me. It wasnât the trophies or the standing ovations that drove me. It was the ice itself. Out there, I wasnât just a name on a roster. I was free.
Emily had been a skater once, too. But life, cruel and chaotic, had other plans. Her dreams fizzled out, lost somewhere between time and circumstance. When she got pregnant with me, she married my dad, Jim, and watched her ambitions wither like dead leaves. Year by year, regret settled in, until all she had left was meâand the ice. I became her second chance.
She met Jim when she was still a bright-eyed girl in a small town, dreaming big. He came to Michigan for police training; she was restless, yearning for more. They fell in loveâor something close to it. Soon enough, I came along, and after a quick courthouse wedding, our lives unraveled. Emily and I left Michigan for Colorado, chasing skating dreams. Jim drifted back to Olympia, Washington, sinking into his routine like it was quicksand.
I became the bridge between them, constantly tugged between my dadâs predictable world and my momâs fierce drive. Stabilityâsomething I longed forâwas never in the cards. Emily hated Michigan, so we stayed away. Jim became less of a father and more of a ghost.
The crackle of the intercom yanked me from my thoughts. My knee throbbed, a bitter reminder.
âLadies and gentlemen, this is your captain. Weâre starting our descent into Detroit, where itâs currently five-eighteen p.m., and a frigid fifteen degrees Fahrenheit. Please secure your belongings.â
Michigan. I was back, but it didnât feel like home. It hadnât for years. And yet, here I was. Family wasnât a refugeânot with Jim. He felt more like a stranger now, a shadow of someone I used to know. The home we once had? Long gone.
Monday, Iâd meet with Dr. Jeon. People swore he was the best, but deep down, I already knew none of it mattered. The moment my skate hit that rough patch of ice, when my body twisted and the world flipped upside down, I knewâmy skating days were over.
I could still see it. The rink, bathed in soft afternoon light, the sound of *Swan Lake* floating through the air. I wasnât competing that day, just skating for the sheer joy of it. Emily and my coach were in the bleachers, discussing my next routine. I built up speed, heading into a fan spiral, when it happened. My blade caught. My leg buckled. I hit the ice hard. Everything went dark.
The planeâs landing gear screeched, snapping me back to the present. My heart raced, the memory fading like smoke. As the plane stopped, passengers scrambled for their bags. I waited, letting them pass, before grabbing my things. The crutches in my hands were cold, unfamiliar. I used to glide effortlessly across the ice, and now, here I wasâstruggling just to stay upright on solid ground.
At baggage claim, I stared at the mountain of luggage, feeling the weight of it all sink in. How was I supposed to manage with no free hands?
âYou need a hand?â
The voice startled me. I turned and saw himâtall, with warm brown eyes that somehow felt like they saw right through me. Before I could respond, someone bumped into me, and my crutch clattered to the floor. I wobbled, reaching out to steady myself, but he was faster. He caught me.
For a moment, the noise, the crowd, everything blurred. It was just us, frozen in time.
âYou alright?â His voice was soft, steady, his hands still gripping my arms. I nodded, heat flushing my face as I pulled away.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Thanks.â I muttered. He bent down, picking up my crutch. As he handed it back, his eyes lingered on me, not with pity, but with something else. Understanding, maybe.
âNo problem.â His smile was easy, casual, but there was something behind it, like he had more to say.
Around us, life resumed its frantic paceâpeople rushing by, voices bouncing off the airportâs high ceilings. But for just a second longer, it was still only us.
âNeed help with your bags?â he asked, glancing at the heap of luggage.Â
I hesitated, my pride prickling. âIâve got it,â I said, even though I clearly didnât. My knee throbbed in protest.
He didnât push. Just smiled, unbothered, and shrugged. âAlright. But itâs no trouble if you change your mind.â
As I shifted my weight, feeling the twinge in my leg, I sighed. âOkay, yeah, I could use some help.â The words tasted like defeat, but he didnât seem to notice.
He easily grabbed my suitcase, balancing my smaller bag on top. I clung to my messenger bag, determined to carry something myself.
"Is someone picking you up?" he asked as we walked toward the sliding glass doors, the cold Michigan air sneaking in like a thief in the night.
"No, I'll just grab a cab," I said, weaving through the crowd. His presence next to me felt steady, comforting, like a life raft I didnât even know I needed.Â
âIâve got my car in the overnight lot,â he offered casually, like it was no big deal. âI could give you a ride if you want.â
For a moment, I hesitated, caught off guard by the offer. âNo, itâs okay,â I said, almost too quickly. âA cabâs fine.â But something shifted in his faceâjust for a second. Disappointment? Or was that just my imagination?
We stepped outside, and the cold hit me like a slap, sharp and biting. I cursed under my breath for not grabbing my gloves.Â
He noticed, his lips quirking up in a knowing smile. âForgot what Michigan feels like in January?â
âYeah,â I muttered, pulling my coat tighter. âSomething like that.â I shouldâve been used to it by now. I grew up on ice, for Godâs sake. But standing there in the freezing wind felt different, like the cold wasnât just outsideâit was creeping inside me, gnawing at the edges of something deeper.
âSo, where were you before this?â he asked, his curiosity genuine, his breath hanging in the air like smoke.
âNevada. Before that, Colorado. We moved around a lot.â I donât even know why I was telling him this. I didnât even know his name.
âWe?â He raised an eyebrow, the question soft, but pointed.
âMe and my mom,â I said, my voice quieter now. âSheâs never been one to stay put. Wherever she went, I followed.â
He nodded, like he understood more than he should. âA modern-day nomad. Sounds... exhausting.â
I let out a small laugh, more out of habit than anything else. âYeah, it can be.â But there was something easy about him, something that made this whole conversation feel less strange, less fleeting.
âYou staying here for a while?â he asked, his dark eyes locking with mine, the cold forgotten for a moment.
âFor the foreseeable future,â I replied, surprising myself with how easily the words slipped out.
âGood to know.â His voice softened, like he was letting me in on some secret only we shared. That crooked smile crept back, and I felt my pulse quicken again. He had no idea what he was doing to me.
I bit my lip, trying to steady the rush of nerves rising in my chest. What was I even doing? Standing here, flirting with a stranger in the dead of winter? This wasnât real lifeâit was the stuff of daydreams. But somehow, with him, it felt real. Almost too real.
âMaybe Iâll see you around,â he said, his hand lifting to ruffle his hair again. The messy strands fell back into place like he didnât careâlike he knew exactly how disheveled he looked and leaned into it.
âYeah, maybe,â I said, though I wasnât sure I believed it. The airport, the cold windâit all seemed to fade away, leaving just us in this strange, fleeting moment.
âYou live nearby?â I asked, even though I knew I shouldâve been hopping into a cab by now, getting out of this freezing wind and back to whatever was left of my life.
âDetroit,â he said, his breath fogging in the air like a ghost of something lost.
âMe too,â I said, a little too quickly. âJust moved there, actually.â
âDowntown?â He asked it casually, but his eyes were sharp, as if my answer might mean more than I realized.
âRoyal Oak,â I said, nodding. âThe old houses there... theyâre beautiful.â
âThey are,â he agreed, and there was something in the way he said it, like he was noticing things I didnât even realize I was showing. His gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips, and for a moment, the air between us stretched thin, a fragile thread pulling us closer until a sharp gust of wind snapped it, jolting me back to reality.
"Welcome to Michigan," he said with a laugh, his voice warm against the icy air. Without warning, he reached down and took my bare hands in his. The warmth of his touch jolted through me, electric, racing straight to my core. For a second, I swore the ground shifted beneath us. Something unspoken buzzed between our hands.
âWe should get you a cab,â he said, glancing down at my frozen fingers, his expression softening with concern. âYouâre not exactly dressed for this weather.â
"Yeah, I probably shouldâve planned better,â I admitted with a laugh, still caught up in the warmth of his hands, the way they made everything else feel just a little less cold.Â
He waved down a cab with the ease of someone whoâs done it a hundred times. I watched him as he loaded my bags into the trunk, every movement feeling like a countdown. And then, when he opened the passenger door for me, I hesitated. I stood at the edge of that moment, torn between the part of me that wanted to leave and the part that wanted to stay, just a little longer.
âThanks for the help,â I said, looking up at him, my heart thudding hard in my chest.
âJungkook,â he said, his voice soft, that crooked smile still tugging at his lips. âIâm Jungkook.â
âY/N,â I replied, the name slipping out of my mouth so naturally it felt like it was meant for him, like it was always supposed to be said here, in this cold, surreal moment.
âY/N,â he repeated, like he was testing it on his tongue, like it was something fragile and precious. He leaned in just a little, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Y/N?" His hand hovered near my shoulder, his voice even quieter now, almost as if he was about to share a secret meant only for me.
And suddenly, the world around usâeverythingâfell away. The cold, the noise, the blur of people rushing past. It was just him, standing there with that crooked grin, making me wonder if maybeâjust maybeâthis wasnât the end of whatever this was.
âYeah, Jungkook?â I asked, my breath catching, anticipation curling low in my stomach.
âMy friends and I... we hang out at this bar on Grand most Tuesdays. Billyâs?â He said it like a suggestion, but it felt like more. Like a bridge to whatever might come next. âMaybe Iâll see you there sometime?â
A thrill shot through me, quick and unexpected. This wasnât just some random, fleeting connection. He wanted to see me again. âYeah,â I stammered, my voice barely steady. âI could swing by. Once Iâm settled in.â
âGreat.â His whole face lit up, and it was like watching a door creak open, revealing something softer, something vulnerable underneath. "Iâll see you around then, Y/N." He stepped back, shut the door behind me with a quiet finality.
As the cab pulled away, I turned, craning for one last look. He waved, easy and casual, and I lifted my hand in return, my heart still racing. Part of me wanted to freeze this moment, hold onto it before it slipped away. But the cab turned the corner, and just like that, he was gone.
I slumped back in the seat, exhaustion settling in like a heavy weight. I rested my head against the cold window, letting the chill ground me. This wasnât just some daydreamâit was real. And yet, as the city lights blurred by, doubts started creeping in, shadows curling at the edges of my mind. Would I really show up at Billyâs? Or would I let this whole thing fade, convincing myself it was just a fluke?Â
But then I thought about himâJungkook. That crooked smile. And a small part of me couldnât help but wonder... What if?
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Breaking Point - PJM
Summary: After months of tension, your roommate Jimin catches you grinding on his hoodie in a moment of pure desperation.
Pairing: Roommate!Jimin x Roommate!reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Unprotected sex (DO NOTTTT) Dirty talk, degradation, mutual masturbation, name calling, grinding on hoodie, oral sex (m&f receiving), perverse (both jimin and oc are perverts with pent up frustration and lust), rough sex, slight choking, tit slapping, clit rubbing. Just porn.
Word count: 2.4K+
Writer: ririđȘœ
Writerâs note: ahhhh idk what was i thinking when i wrote this. this is just pure filth haha. let me know in the comments how you feel about it.
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âHoly shit! W-what the fuck Y/N? Is that my hoodie?â Jimin exclaimed, looking at you in your worst state possible.
Naked. Pathetic. Grinding on his hoodie. Teasing yourself.
You gasp in surprise when you see him standing on the entrance of your room, flabbergasted.
What was he even doing here? He was supposed to go out with the boys tonight. You swore you saw him leave, and thatâs how you âborrowedâ his hoodie from his room.
âJ-jimin what are you doing here!?â You shrieked, immediately covering yourself with a blanket.
God. this was so embarrassing.
âY/N I step out of the apartment for like one minute and by the time you sneaked into my room and steal my hoodie? Jesus! youâre such a fucking pervert.â Jimin said, eyeing you from top to bottom in your vulnerable state. You bit your lower lip, trying to avoid his gaze, but you were too horny to actually come back to your senses.
âCâmon, give me my hoodie back!â He stepped closer and grabbed his hoodie from your hand, taking a look at it. You just lowered your gaze, still unsure what to say.
âOh my god, look at that wet spot right there. Youâre washing this up, Y/N.â
âYes, I will wash it, sorry.â You said, as you tried to stand up, but you heard him interrupting you.
âNo, no, dont stand. Sit down. Sit down like a dumb fucking slut.â You were kinda surprised by his little remark but then again, you were too horny to care.
He was looking at you, his eyes like a hawk. You felt a little embarrassed, but surprisingly, not uncomfortable. Jimin clicked his tongue, taking in your vulnerable form in front of him.
âHere, you wanted this right? Take it. Show me what you were doing.â
âW-what!?â You look at him in surprise, eyes narrowing at his demand.
He wanted you to show him what?!
Was he joking?
âYou heard me. Show me what you were doing with my hoodie before I walked in.â
He definitely wasnât joking.
âJimin, I am sorry I-â
âCâmon, show me. You were so confident earlier, sneaking into my room, and stealing my hoodie, grinding on it. But now that i am here, youâre all shy?â Jimin said, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom. Even though your body was covered in the blanket, he could very well make out in what position your body was. Legs spread, fingers playing with each other, and your nipples still hard.
âI wont do it again, I promise..â You say, barely in a whisper, earning a scoff from Jimin. You both knew in what state you were in. Wet and willing.
âCâmon now, Y/N. I have to go back to my friends. Youâre really losing an opportunity to play with yourself in front of me.â Jimin said, standing up to leave.
âWait.. donât goâŠâ You called out, voice barely above a whisper, holding his arm, preventing him to go.
Your actions made Jimin smirk, he got what he wanted. after all, heâd always imagined you in a state like this. He was just a man. And you, he wont lie, had an amazing body. Heâd find his cock stir slightly in his pants when youâd wear your favorite pink shorts in front of him. Or when youâd wear that black spaghetti of yours, that exposed a bit of your cleavage when youâre all comfortable, watching TV.
God knows how many times he had to control himself in front of you. You were his roommate. he didnât wanted to look like a pervert to you. But today when he caught you doing not-so-pure things with his used hoodie, he knew he wasnât the only perverted one.
He gawks at you, his eyes full of lust, licking his lower plush lip âOh, you want me to stay?â He chuckles and runs his fingers through his dark hair. He had THAT mischievous smile on, that made you utterly crazy. Every. Single. Time.
âGo ahead, grind on that hoodie, slut.â Jimin commanded, taking some calculative steps towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hoodie on his hand, with a wet spot of your juices, reminding you of your perverse.
He gently tugs at the blanket that engulfed your frame, revealing your smooth body. He gazed at your perky breasts, nipples hard. your soft abdomen, your curvy hips, and your delicious wet cunt. He mouthed the words 'Oh my god' as he saw your glistening core, his cock standing in salute.
Fuck, he had always been dying to see you like thisâŠ
You gently take his hoodie back from his hands, movements slow and delicate. You bought the cloth to your wet sex, feeling the same sensation you felt minutes before. Hell, you were so horny. Maybe it was his scent, maybe it was just Jimin.
You closed your eyes when you felt the fabric rub against your clit, making you moan unconsciously. âMhhh Fuck..â
You start to grind on his hoodie, lewd noises unconsciously leaving your mouth.
Jimin smirked, imagining his dick wrapped against your cunt instead of his hoodie. His hand went down to his shaft, undoing his pants, pulling out his hard cock. Jimin looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust, his cock throbbing in his hand as he speak. âYouâre enjoying this as much as i do, arenât you, babygirl?â
You let out another moan in response as he starts to pump himself, looking at your slutty self fucking his hoodie shamelessly. âMhm just like that baby, fuck yourself just like that.â
He's pretty when he masturbates like that, staring directly into your eyes as he whimpers, breathy and sweet.
Each of his little moans makes you wetter, and your body continues to tremble with need. It's so unbelievably hot how he tilts his head back, exposing the V of his jaw and his Adam's apple, bobbing each time he swallows in pleasure.
You canât control yourself any longer, especially when jimin looks so fuckable right now, pumping his huge cock right in front of your eyes. Your hands find its way to your clit, rubbing it fast, and desperately, moaning out profanities, and Jimin lose his mind.
Grabbing your hips, Jimin yanks you closer so he can switch places with you, now kneeling in front of you. His mouth water seeing your beautiful glistening pussy, screaming to be eaten out. And so he wastes no time. A wet, hot tongue against your center. You moan at the sudden feeling, your back arching as Jimin repeats the action, the tip of his soft muscle lapping at your leaking folds until he stops at your clit, circling it with an increasing pressure that has you whining at the sensation.
"Fuck, Jimin," you moan out, hands curling into fists as you try to keep your legs as open as possible.
"Youâve been wanting this, donât you, Y/N? Dreamt about me eating your cunt out till you cum in my tongue."
You are a mess. Your lips parted, hips squirming, back arched, getting eaten out by your roommate like youâd dreamt of.
"Arrghh f-fuckk," you stammer, relishing in the feeling of his lips brushing your swollen bud, and his nose bumping into your needy bundle of nerves. "Y-yes! fucking love it!"
He parts your legs wider, allowing him to sink deeper; his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs which has you moaning, whimpering as he makes out with your cunt. You feel your walls clench around nothing inside, your high nearing, and as your legs start to quiver, your moans becoming chipped and louder, he - suddenly removes himself completely, earning a while from you.
âI wont let you cum so easily, slut. youâve been teasing me since forever with that slutty body of yours. Now be a good girl and suck my cock.â
Jimin gets up from the bed, and stands in front of you, his cock bobs and hangs heavy in front of your face, close enough that the tip brushes your cheek and smears precum across your face while you remain seated on the bed.
He grabs one of your hands again before he brings his girth to your mouth, your lips spreading as your tongue darts out, licking away the salty pre-cum before he comes closer, aiding you.
Not needing to be told twice, you lean forward to lap at the precum dribbling from Jiminâs slit, making him groan. His body trembles slightly as you suck him into your mouth, and it feels good to know you're not the only one affected.
The rumbling around Jiminâs cock has his throat let out low groans; his head falls back as his fingers squeeze your hand once before he lets go and buries it in your hair.
"Look at you. Such a stupid little cock slut." He groaned, watching drool leak from the corners of your mouth as he thrusted into you. Every hit of his cock against the back of your throat pushed tears into your eyes, eventually causing them to spill out onto your cheeks. "Fuck," he said through gritted teeth.
He knows heâs when he feels his cock throbbing vigorously. He grabs your hair into a fist, pulling you away from his cock, a thread of saliva and his wet slick attaching your lips and cock still.
âI want to fucking cum inside you, Y/Nâ
He pushed you back in the bed, so that you flat on your back, as Jimin hovers over you. Youâd never seen his face this close. Jimin cradles the side of your face and slots his lips with yours for the first time.
It felt so good kissing Jimin.
He holds you gently as your lips glide together, his kiss completely opposite when it comes to oral sex. Gentle and light. He moves his lips with yours, tasting himself on your tongue and moaning into your mouth when he does. You pant against each other in between kisses, Jimin using the opportunity to bite and suck on your bottom lip until you're pushing yourself against him, seeking more.
He pulls away and gets up from the bed, discarding his hoodie off of his body, his body completely bare now. He hovers over you once again, this time groping your left tit in one hand, his thumb flicking over the sensitive nub, and rubbing your clit in the other.
"You want me to fuck you hard, don't you? You want me to fuck you like a slut, treat you like the dirty little whore that you are." He growled and roughly grabbed your thighs, pulling them apart, his cock aligned on your pussy. Youre a moaning mess, his assault on your breast and clit never stopping.
Just then you felt a sting on your left breast, making you yelp at the sensation.
âAnswer me Y/N. You want me to use you good like a whore or not?â he growled.
âF-fuck Jimin y-yes please!â You whimpered, face contorted with need when not long after, you felt another slap on your other tit.
âPlease what, bitch?â He asked, his hand not stopping the relentless abuse on your clit, when you feel him twist your nipple, demanding you to beg again. You could feel his rock hard cock poking your entrance.
âPlease Jimin, fuck me like a needly little slut right now!â you whimpered, not caring about anything. Youâve wanted his cock for long now anyway.
Lining up, Jimin sunk his throbbing cock inside of you, the angle of the position letting him sink until he was fully inside of you, the glide was easy from how sloppy wet you were.
"I've always wanted you, you know..." he pants loudly as he continues to thrust in you. "Such a shame that you never let me have this pussy before.â
He kept one hand on your hip and another pressed into your shoulder to keep you in place as he finally let go, pounding into you with all the force he had. Every ounce of pent up lust and confusion he had for you all these months came pouring out through the fervor of his thrusting. The way you moaned his name sent chills up his spine.
The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelch of your pussy dripping and coating Jiminâs cock.
âYou're so tight... So wet and tight around my cock. Fuck!" He growled and his thrusts became erratic as he began to slam deeper and faster into your tight hole.
"Youâre... So... Fucking..â He reaches forward and grabs your throat, squeezing gently. "fucking... tight⊠Fuck!â
He could feel you squeeze him, and he dug his fingers Tightening on your throat.
"Do you wanna cum, baby?"
"Fuck jimin please!" you sputtered. "Please let me cum."
Jimin slapped your cheeks, feeling his own orgasm approaching as he thrusted into you in an animalistic pace. He starts to rub your clit furiously once again.
"Cum, you little whore. Cum all over my cock like a good girl." He growled, his filthy words finally making you snap.
Jimin had you screaming and writhing as he fucked you through your orgasm, Sweat was beading at his forehead and glistened across his chest and back, chasing his high. Jimin leaned down to press his body against yours as his hips continued to snap into you.
Jimin moaned against your skin as he reached his release, painting your walls for the first time. "Oh fuck," he moaned, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. Jimin collapsed on his back beside you, eyes fluttering shut as he watched stars shoot behind his eyelids. You were still panting and he felt your quivering vibrate through the mattress. Both of you, utterly spent.
ââŠdont you have to go..?â you finally ask him, after gaining enough energy to speak. His eyes opened up, looking at your beautiful face red, hair fucked up, makeup melted down your face, cum and sweat drenching your body from the pleasure he gave you.
âWhy? you gonna steal steal another hoodie from my room after I go?â He jokes, tucking a strand of hair from your face behind your ear, watching your lips bloom a smile.
âFuck you.â You roll your eyes.
âAlready did.â Jimin smirks, pulling your body closer to his.
âAnd i will, in future.â
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You overhear Karina talking about how clingy you are and from then out started being distant and non-affectionate towards her and she eventually confronts you and asks why you keep pushing her away, to which you tell her
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Yoo Jimin x reader
Warnings: a little smut in the end (just a little). reader and yn donât really talk abt it tbh. skipping meals (? idk how to word it better than this).
Word count: 5.4k
Notes: Iâm alive!!! sorry for taking forever to answer đ. I think your message got cut off? so I got a little creative, I hope you donât mind :). If you do, I can still cut out a few things n stuff. anyways, merry early christmas ig ^^ ps: I also didnât know if this was supposed to be smut, so I only wrote a little and in the end.
Youâve always been utterly, embarrassingly, completely enamored with your girlfriend. It was obvious to anyone who looked at you for even a single second; you would always be caught staring at Karina with loving eyes, often going out of your way to simply please and spoil her rotten, showering her with kisses and gifts. For you, it was physically impossible to be without her for too long. Her absence made your heart ache, almost as if there were something missing from you. It was difficult to go on with your routine if you didnât have her by your side. You missed your late night talks, walks at the park, parking lot dates, eating too much junk food together⊠You missed her, truthfully. All of her.
Naturally, you understood her duties as an idol: being away for shows, events, and photoshoots were part of her life just as much as you were. However, you knew Karinaâs time was precious and scarceâ which was why, whenever she was back in Seoul, you tried to spend as much quality time together as possible.
Even now, as the groupâs busy with their latest Mini Albumâs promotions, you couldnât help but to feel glistening with happiness to have the four girls back in Korea, regardless of them still being so occupied with fansigns, program attendances and rehearsals for their upcoming stages and festival performances. Having them in town gives you the opportunity to join them backstage, which you absolute love; whether itâs the artistic atmosphere, or being able to understand how this industry truly works, with all the engines running frantically in the girlsâ background to ensure everything goes as planned⊠And, of course, getting to watch Karina perform and be the astonishing, all-rounder, talented version of herself was the best part of it all. Anytime you look at her through the big screens, you realize how lucky you truly areâ to be able to see all sides of her. To witness how sweet, shy and caring she could also be, once the cameras were not around.
You loved her so much.
âCongratulations, girls! You absolutely nailed it!â You praise the four girls as soon as they leave the stage, breathless from performing at a University Festival. They all smile back, trying to recompose themselves as best as they can, the adrenaline from being on stage slowly running out. You wait for them to calm down, too, before reaching out to give your girlfriend a big hug, in hopes to express yourself through your touches. You mean to tell her how wonderful she had done, but she ends the hug quickly, although her smile still lingers.
âIâm all sweaty, Y/n.â She explains, which you nod and take a step back to give her space. The two of you walk side by side, towards the big dressing room. âI donât want you to get dirty, too.â
You shrug, trying to hide the uncomfortable feeling that stood on your heart, with the lack of her touches. You understood, though. Karinaâs just taking care of you, like the sweet girlfriend she is. So you follow her, without complaints, even though all you want is to jump from excitement and tell her how perfectly she performed, setting the public on fire. Instead, you force yourself to stay still and calm down, laying with the others on the couch as you watch them change into normal clothes and relax.
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The cafeâs atmosphere is cozy and calm, a much-needed contrast for the girls after a whole morning of practicing at the company. The placeâs barely occupiedâ lunch break is nearly over for most of the workersâ and the only sounds that can be heard are the windâs peaceful breeze and the girlâs voices, engaged in a nonchalant gossip.
âIâm so hungry.â Winter complains, resting her head on Karinaâs shoulder. You all chuckle at the sight; sheâs too cute, even when sheâs whiny.
âMe too.â You nod, and reach out for your girlfriendâs arm, tugging it slightly to steal her attention from Ningâs excited storytelling. It takes a few moments, but she finally hums, acknowledging you. âLove, do you think the food will take long? I need to use the restroom, but Iâll wait if itâs coming soon.â
Karina frowns, looking behind you for a few seconds. After examining the balcony, she seems to think otherwise. âIt might take quite a while, still. Weâve ordered a lot, and we just got here, too. Youâre safe to go.â
You nod as you get up and excuse yourself, leaving the girls to their own conversations. Their reserved table, set in a pretty well-hidden corner of the cafe, is the reason youâre able to observe their faces from afar, once you make your way back from the stalls. None of them notice your arrival, too engrossed in their conversation to pay attention to your frame.
Giselle, Winter, and Ningningâs faces are uneasy as they listen to Karinaâs rambling. Their fingers twitch on the table, and they shake their heads every once in a while, leaving you to wonder whatâs gotten them so serious. Trying to understand the matter, you frown behind their backs, approaching the group in slow, unhurried steps.
â⊠Sheâs constantly all over me, too. I swear I donât even have time to breathe without her on my skin, as if she has nothing else to do. Itâs so fucking annoying, really. Like, you remember, right? And there was that time when we were all at the park and Y/n was just insufferabâ.â
You decide not to eavesdrop on the rest of your girlfriendâs conversation. Instead, you focus on keeping your steps as light as you can, once you turn around and nearly run back to the restroom, ignoring the heavy pitch just forming in your stomach.
You only allow yourself to relax once you reassure your mind that none of them were aware of you listening to Karinaâs harsh, hurtful words.
Instead, your hands go to your face, and you try to focus and take deep breaths to prevent the tears from coming. The moment they start, you know itâll take long to stop. It was one of the things Karina always teased you about: how youâve always been such a crybaby, drowning yourself in tears for absolutely anything.
Oh, Karina⊠how could she speak such things about you? Youâve always put on so much effort to be the best, supportive girlfriend you could, with extra care to respect your girlfriendâs boundaries and still express how much you loved her.
It hurt to know she found you annoying and clingy, specially since all youâve ever meant was to reassure her of your love. Allowing your body to sink into the restroomâs floor, you reach to the ground, hugging your knees in hopes to feel some comfort.
Flashes pass through your mind like rockets, analyzing every single moment youâve ever spent with Karina. Even if it was the last thing you wanted to do, your mind doesnât seem to give you any relief, overthinking about each one of her touches, phrases, and actions towards you. Did she even love you? What was she doing with you, then, if she found your presence to be so suffocating? What have you done wrong?
Was your whole existence the problem? The way you acted, your bubbly personalityâŠ
The questions, now clearly etched on your brain, did nothing but deepen the lump in your throat, one that left saliva building up in your mouth, making it impossible to swallow. Even the simplest actions were difficult to be executed, just like it was when you were away from your girlfriend for too long.
Despite all, you couldnât help but let a light chuckle, forcing yourself to get up and wash your face in the sink. You feel like youâre going to collapse if you stay in the cafe. No, that wonât doâ you have to go home. Even if it means facing chaos herself.
And her friends, too. They mustâve been aware of Karinaâs feelings towards you all along, yet they still let you smile and be all over like a fucking idiot.
You look up, trying not to ruin your mascara and risk having any of them finding out what youâve just heard. Without rush, you force yourself to even your breathing, inhaling and exhaling in slow movements, focusing on your bodyâs movements instead of giving in to desperation.
You feel like youâre at the bottom pit, and it fucking sucked.
After minutes of calming yourself down, you dried the remaining tears and got up, sighing as you excited the bathroom. Your hands trailed the walls as you walked without rush, looking for something, anything to provide some strength. Eventually, the walls of the hallway gave way to the open area of the tables, making you gulp. Your legs were wobbly, and you felt too weak, almost as if you were going to pass out at any given moment. Your usual confidence was all gone, and you werenât at all sure youâd manage to speak to them without stuttering or crying.
âThank fucking God, Y/n. We thought you got kidnapped or something.â Winter was the first to say, giggling. Giselle and Ningning smiled too, mumbling how you mustâve gotten lost or thrown in a portal to another dimension, perhaps.
Karina nods. âYou really took too long out there, Y/n. I almost went looking for you.â Even though her tone is light, your girlfriendâs smile fades once she takes a proper look at your face.
You try your best to smile back at her, hands going unconsciously to your arms, scratching them nervously. Youâve always liked to be the center of their attention; the little moments where theyâd ask you for an opinion or actively listen to your rambling⊠you thrived on them. It felt like they were spoiling you, giving up one of the things they cherished the most to focus on you: their time. Even if just for a few seconds, the feeling of being observed by them brought you a strange feeling of being fulfilled, of being someone important.
âI actually need to go, now.â You mutter, grabbing your stuff whilst refusing to meet your girlfriendâs piercing gaze.
Karinaâs already aware something is wrong, though. She knows your body, your expressions, your mannerisms⊠sheâs more than capable of telling when youâre off, much to your discomfort.
âIs everything ok? What happened?â Her hands grab a hold of your elbow, and you nearly joint, throwing your phone and sweater in your purse as fast as you can, to escape from her fingers on you. Her touch hurts, electrocuting your skin as if she were a storm set on a windy, loud night. You couldnât stand it.
âItâs just a family emergency, donât worry.â You take a step back, with your wallet in hands to pay for your drink. Bowing slightly to acknowledge the pain you were bringing onto the conversation, you add. âPlease keep up with your lunch. Iâll make sure to update you about it soon.â
Karinaâs hands rest on top of yours, taking the card from between your fingers and back to the wallet.
âItâs ok, Iâll pay.â Her voice, calm and soothing, is much different from her previous, livid tone. She gives your hand a squeeze, getting up herself. âDo you want me to go with you? Manager unnie will understand.â
The girls nod, their faces also filled with worry. However, you dismiss your girlfriend, diverting your gaze to the ground as you inhale deeply. Youâre unable to face her by any given means; youâd fall apart in front of them if you did as such. In fact, you find yourself unable to face any of them. Theyâve made a fool out of you for too long, and that single thought is enough for bile to rest in your throat, threatening to spill. You canât deal with that, not at the moment.
âI mean it: Iâm sure I can handle it.â Your muscles tense, and you donât even notice your bodyâs backward steps. It was clear you wanted to leave, which was mostly the reason they didnât pressure further, watching as you hurriedly made our way out.
Karinaâs eyes were the most trained, her mind racing with thoughts that left her wondering what had gotten you so shaken, visibly out of place. Clueless, she stared at your frame until youâve reached the door. Only then, you returned her stare.
The watery look in your eyes is more than enough to make her shiver, gripping her chest to get rid of the heaviness that had installed in her heart. Everything was fine, Karina told herself. Youâd soon deal with your incident, and be back by her side as fast as you could, as always.
With that in mind, she relaxes, turning her attention back to her friendsâ conversation.
-
Karina doesnât understand why your distance hurts so much. She shouldâve been relieved: youâve stopped spamming her phone with updates of your day, no longer sending thousands of pictures and videos of things that, according to you, reminded you of herself. She doesnât have to deal with your constant neediness, nor does she have to reassure you that you were loved, and she missed you. Itâs all sheâs ever wantedâ to not be disturbed at all, being able to focus on work and just have a good time, overall.
Instead, she feels awful; as if somethingâs missing. Everything feels wrong; sheâs unable to concentrate at all, her skin itches and her thoughts constantly linger on you, wondering.
âHey, Jimin unnie.â Ning looks up from the ground, stretching herself out on the floor. âIs Y/n coming soon? She always brings the best snacks.â Resting on the couch, Karina lets out a long sigh, looking at the clock displayed above the dance roomâs door.
âSheâs not stopping by to watch us today.â The oldest explains, shrugging. She tries as hard as she can not to sound affected by it. âItâs Nutcracker season. Sheâs rehearsing until late, most likely.â
âMost likely? Havenât you talked to her today to know that?â
Giselleâs sharp tone hurt, specially since Karinaâs phone was currently burning in her pocket, with a lot of unread messages she had sent you. Karina twists her fingers to prevent herself from putting her hands on her face, in a tired manner. âNo, I havenât. Like I said, sheâs busy. We havenât talked much since this morning.â
âWow, this is serious, then.â Giselleâs lips turn into a smirk, as she brushes the sweat out of her face. âY/nâs never missed a pre-comeback rehearsal of ours. Like, literally never. Not even if she had her own rehearsals to attend. Have you ever attended any of hers, by the way?â
Karina grits her teeth. She knows Giselle means well: sheâs friends with you, and is simply curious. Knowing that doesnât keep the girl from wanting to punch the Uchinaga for annoying her, though. With the engines running inside her head, Karina tries her best to focus on exhausting her body, in hopes of having the burning sensation ease her troubled mind. Still, she couldnât help but constantly wonder what was going on in with you. Why were you suddenly so distant?
The questions clouded her head, making it difficult to focus on the choreography they were learning. It seems like she wasnât making up stuff, after all: Giselleâs questions made it clear you were different, weirdly so.
Nodding, Karina added, âYeah. Itâs not like herself at all.â
Giselle meant to continue the conversation, but the dark look Karina shoots her is enough to get the Uchinaga to gulp, focusing back on her movements, along with the melody of their upcoming song. It was none of her business, anyway.
Once the girls make their way back to the dorms, Karina decides sheâs had enough of whatever you were intending to do. Sheâd stop by and confront you, finally. It frustrated her, having to guess your feelings, specially since youâve been dating for quite a while â now. But sheâd do it, if you were so willing to be petty. Sheâd be the one to reach out first.
-
âThank you, girls. Iâll see you in a bit. I wonât be late, promise.â Karinaâs words reverberate through the car, as she waves goodbye to her friends.
Her three bandmates were, as always, more than quick to encourage her to reach out to you, after the distance between you lingered for weeks. Even though it would cost her hours she should be spending in the recording room, theyâve immediately told Karina to talk to you, urging to have both of you in good terms once again.
Ever since youâve become a shell of the caring, sweet girlfriend you once were, Karinaâs been jittery; she was easily irritated and often picked arguments over the simplest things. It was clear the situation was taking a toll on her, in ways sheâd never admit. Karina would die before confessing how much she missed your voice, your care, your touches. Sheâd never admit it. After all, she did constantly complain about how clingy and annoying you wereâ it was only fair she lived up to her words.
With a sigh, the girl enters your Dance Studio, tugging at the tiny Christmas decorations that hang through the reception area, the doors, and the walls. She realizes sheâs never actually been inside the massive building for more than three, maybe four times. Usually, Karina would just wait for you by the car, never bothering to get to know the place you spent the majority of your time, whenever you werenât attending your classes. Karina mutters a curse under her breath, silently punishing herself for not paying enough attention to you, as she smiles at the receptionist and asks about your location.
âSecond four, third door on the left. Sheâs booked up a private room for a few hours, but they should be near the end, now.â The woman told her, as Karina bowed her in recognition, making her way towards the elevator.
Once sheâs walking through the hallways, a big, colored paper with numerous names catches her eyes, standing out in the sea of decorations and adornments. Itâs a casting list, and Karinaâs chest fills with pride as she reads your name: first in line, cast as the lead dancer. She vaguely remembers of one of your rambles months prior, the low tone of your voice exposing how ashamed you were to confess about your nervousness to audition. At that time, Karina had been so focused on her own stuff she barely gave your topics any attention at all, dismissing them with a few hums until you focused on her rants again.
Now, Karina desperately wished she had paid you more attention. She urged to be active in your life: to know what was happening in your routine, your troubles and whatever was making you happy at the moment. Filled with guilt, the dark-haired girl slides the door slowly, delighting herself in the sight of your perfectly arranged frame, stretching yourself by the bars.
âYou havenât told me you got cast as Clara.â She says, quietly, staring at how precise and eloquent your moves are, even though the music that comes from your phone is faint, nearly inaudible.
You take a look at your girlfriend through the mirrors, trying your best to look indifferent. In reality, the first thought youâve had as soon as you got cast as the lead dancer for the companyâs Winter play was to call her, screaming in excitement for accomplishing something youâve wanted for so long. But her words were still livid on your mindâwhich is why you simply shrug, going on with your barre routine, back straightened and arms arched. Once again, it was difficult to act like her stare didnât burn, consuming you completely, but you reverberated through it.
âItâs not that big of a deal. I only got it because Seowon unnie is injured, anyway. She didnât even audition.â
âI see.â Karina says. Her eyes examine your body so intensely you gulp, reaching out for your water bottle. She follows your every move, like a fox out for a hunt. âDo you want to have lunch? We can finally have some time for us, then. Youâve been so busy.â Her tone is sarcastic, and you know sheâs fully aware of the distance youâve been putting on between them. Her message is clear: sheâs done playing and waiting for you to gather your thoughts and come back to her on your own, as youâd usually do whenever you argued.
Only you werenât backing up or apologizing, this time.
âI canât put on weight. I have fittings in 3 days.â Karina frowns, approaching until you were unable to continue your moves.
She looks at your body, eyes searching for any flaws with such hunger, you instantly feel heat invading your cheeks.
âYouâre good.â Leaving no space for denial, she turns around and holds the door open, motioning for you to go first. âNow, letâs have lunch.â
-
âIs it something with your family?â Karina is the first to break the awkward silence that lingers on the lunch table, in hopes to stir anything inside you to make you stop playing with your salad and look at her face. It works: you look up, genuinely confused.
âWhat? No, theyâre good.â You tuck your hair behind your ears, clearly not enjoying the date. If anything, your moves are mechanic, hesitant.
If it were any other day, youâd be talking until you had to grasp for air, filling Karina in every detail of your life for the second or third time, probably. She thinks sheâll go insane at the sight of you, sitting idle on the desk, with big, sad eyes.
âGood. Itâs good theyâre all well and healthy.â She says, then adds, lifting her brows. Even though she tries not to express how irritated she is by the situation, Karinaâs not good at hiding her expressions. âWhat is wrong? Youâre clearly different, but keep acting petty and not telling me what it is.â
Your mouth opens in a perfect âOâ as the words leave your girlfriendâs mouth. Does she think youâre that immature? She must simply not care about her own words, then. Youâre sure of it. âIâm not fucking petty.â
Karina stares at your arms, tightly crossed against your chest, and at your pout. She almost laughs, thinking about how adorable the sight is, but the fire in your eyes reminds her of the current situation. She leans back on the chair, motioning for you to do something. Anything.
âTalk, then.â
She infuriates you. Just sitting in front of you, so sure sheâs done nothing wrong, as if youâre the only one to blame.
âYouâre really clueless, arenât you?â It takes some deep breaths to not point a finger at her, so you just let out a dry laugh. âIâm just giving you what you want.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â Once again, she looks genuinely confused. Before you get to answer, thought, Karinaâs phone rings. She picks up immediately, not at all pleased with how you rolled your eyes at the interruption. Itâs Aeri, calling to say Bada had already arrived, and sheâs the only one missing for them to start cleaning the choreo.
You get up before she has the chance to say anything, with a fake smile as you wait for her to call the waiter and pay for your date.
âI have to go, too.â You say, walking up slightly faster than her. When itâs time for you to actually part ways, though, you stop, unsure of what to do. You would rather not touch her; it still hurts, and part of you was indeed petty enough to deprive her of your touch, after her complaints.
Karina beats you to it, however. Before you register, she seals your lips in a delicate kiss, one you canât help but melt on.
âSee you soon, Y/n. I love you.â She says, before entering her companyâs car and being driven away. She doesnât wait for you to acknowledge the situation, and youâre happy for that.
Huffing in frustration, you make your way back towards your studio, in hopes to keep your strained relationship out of your mind, even if just for a few hours.
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As much as Karina thinks it through, she canât fantom where sheâs gone wrong. Youâve just distanced yourself so suddenly, and it has left a hole in her heart, along with a lingering itch on her skin that makes her want to scratch her arms until theyâre red and sore. Sheâs busy, and she knows youâre busy, too, but sheâs had enough of this. She misses you, and she hates herself for complaining about how youâve always shown her nothing but love. She took it for granted before, but she wonât anymore.
Her palms are slippery as she knocks on the dressing roomâs door, not waiting much until sheâs given permission to enter. Sheâs not surprised to find you aloneâ your friends told her you were usually the last one to change into normal clothes, as crowded spaces made you breathless and anxious. She is, though, surprised to find you looking down at your hands, so small and filled with sorrow, despite having performed flawlessly not even an hour ago.
Youâre surrounded by stuffed animals, letters, and gifts from your friends and family, yet it still seems so⊠empty. And you know whatâs lacking.
The girl standing by the door knows it, too.
âYou looked beautiful on the stage tonight.â Karina says, carefully placing the huge bouquet she bought you on the empty part of the table, the one your hands rest. âAs always. My beauty.â
You nod, gripping your chair as you try to ground yourself. Even your body navigated towards her; it was hard not to run into her arms and forget how hurt you were.
âI didnât think youâd come.â You truly didnât, even though you had sent invites to her and the girls, they were always so busyâ theyâve never attended, before.
Itâs Karinaâs turn to be hesitant â now. Trapping her hands in her pockets, she adds. âI donât want to be absent from your life anymore.â The statement, all youâve wanted to hear for so, so long, makes your heart nearly joint. You try to speak, but sheâs still immersed in her words. âI miss you. And I have no fucking clue of why youâve been so distant lately, but I miss your laugh, your touchesâfuck, I miss everything about you. I know Iâve been so fucking selfish, and Iâve never realized you were the only one making efforts for us for so long.â Youâre still looking at her through the mirror when she places her head on your shoulders, hands playing with your leotardâs thin strap to have something to occupy herself with. âIâm sorry.â
You gulp, looking at the beautiful flowers she got you. Being without Karina had turned you into a mess, but you still feel just as uneasy in her presence. No matter how much you try, you canât seem to forget her words. How irritated she sounded, at the time, as if you were such a bother.
Your girlfriend was still waiting for her answer, so you take some flowers into your hands, as you ask, hesitant. âDonât I suffocate you? Iâm too much, I guess.â
Karina shakes her head. âOf course not. Whereâd you get that from?â Her hands move to your waist, subtly, her light fingers barely noticeable as they brush your covered skin.
âYou can stop lying, you know. Just tell me if you do.â Your voice cracks, and itâs enough for Karina to realize how hurt you truly were, by the affirmation.
It comes to her, then, that you werenât being petty, all over the past weeks. You were just hurt, and needed some time. She feels guilty for being the reason for such feelings.
Hugging you with a strong grip, she decides to be honest. âThere was a time⊠where I felt like it, for a bit. I was overworked, and annoyed at everything. But then you vanished, and⊠it felt like there was something missing, I guess.â
Her face is all red from the confession, making you smile. Itâs a rare occurrence, for Karina to talk about her feelings, and even more for her to confess anything. Itâs the real proof she missed you; the girlâs willingness to be vulnerable, even if for a small moment.
You missed her so, so much. As always youâre the first to give in, no longer fighting the rational part of your brain that screamed for you to distance yourself and leave Karina.
âLetâs go home, âJiminie.â You murmur, humming as you feel her hands all over your body, groping and twisting your skin, touch starved for anything you could provide. You whine, looking at her through her lashes. In this love bubble, your drunken state is enough for Karina to kiss you, her sweet taste marked with hunger.
âI donât want to wait, though. Iâve missed you for too long.â She looks at you dead serious, adding, âFar too long.â
You nod, a moan escaping your mouth when Karina pushes all the makeup and the gifts onto the ground, her lithe hands gripping your thighs and urging you up on the vanity with ease. Once again, her fingers try to get through your leotard, huffing when sheâs met with tights instead of bare skin.
You grab her wrists, giggling at her urgent moves. âDonât.â You warn, turning your head when Karina meets your lips for another breathless, hungry kiss. Her mouth meets the corner of yours, instead. Youâd forgotten how much you loved to tease her. âI have to perform tomorrow, and for weeks after that. Donât ruin them.â
She retreats completely, then. Stepping back, she places her hands up, following your demands. Her body language is relaxed, but her voice is strained, stating how she truly feels. âYou better take them off â now. And give me a show.â
You roll your eyes at the lack of sweetness, but another sharp look from Karina and youâre quick to do as told. Her attention is solely on you, admiring your precise moves. Youâre just as graceful and beautiful as when you went on stage, and Karina drinks on the vision.
Without rush, you unbutton your costume until it falls from your body, lifting yourself up to let the fabric dangle on the ground. Your body is exposed to your girlfriendâs touch. Youâre drenched, desperate to have her after so long apart. You can feel the heat on your skin, as you reach out to have her close once again. It lingers, only deepening with the hungry, messy kiss you and Karina share. Her hands meet your neck, and you gasp the moment you feel her fingers blocking your airways. The dizziness, along with her wet mouth on your chin, then marking your neck as she has her share of you, just as starved. Youâre too light-headed to complain about the bruises, being so quick to turn into a moaning, breathless mess.
âI missed you t-too much.â You murmur, drawing your head back as she licks her way down on your body. You watch, starstruck, as she falls down on her knees, hands spreading your thighs with ease.
You take a hold of her long, dark hair, but donât motion to force your girlfriendâs face into your cuntâ you know better than that. Instead, you wait, eagerly, as she parts your folds. Her other hand comes to collect your juices, proving on your sweetness.
âIâm obsessed with you.â She mutters, breath hot on your cunt. Her eyes meet yours, and sheâs just as breathless. âFucking obsessed. Do you understand? This is all mine.â
Without a warning, she licks a big stripe of your pussy, her nose bumping onto your clit without much pressure. The action, though not rough, is more than enough to have lewd, loud sounds come out of your mouth. The only thing on your mind is your girlfriend. Her touches and the pleasure she was always so eager to give you.
âIâll worship you because youâre mine.â
Perhaps your relationship was built on empty promises. But as for the moment, the only thing that matters is Karinaâs hot, warm breath on your skin, and how right it feels.
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Trouvaille - Chapter Eighteen (M)
Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader
Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance
Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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Hi everyone!!! Happy summer and OMG SEOKJIN IS COMING HOME SOON. I got another update for you all! Got your typical angst, the ghostbusting trio, some fluffyyyy toothrotting romance, and of course, the return of Sexy Yoongi ;) AH! Thank you for waiting patiently for this update, loves, and I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this update đ
As an additional warning/reminder, for the smut: the scene is explicit, and is only intended to be read by those over the age of 18. Please practice safe sex, and readers please have discretion!
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âI suppose I did this to myself,â Y/N miserably stuck her head under the inferno-hot water pelting from her showerhead, wondering if she tried hard enough, she could drown herself. âStupid.â
Scrubbing at her eyes furiously, she attempted to focus on bathing, watching her body wash swirl down the drain. It was useless, however, to prevent her mind from replaying the events that had unfolded immediately after Taehyungâs arrival back home. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she leaned her forehead against the cool tiles of the shower wall, picturing it all again.Â
âHey Tae! Youâre home!â Y/N called, the Kodiak hybrid flinching an inch into the air, her voice surprising him. He spun around, looking alarmed and like he was caught doing something he wasnât supposed to be.Â
Y/N waved him over, only able to see his head over the SUV, and Taehyung pushed a hand through his hair, squaring his shoulders. Lifting an eyebrow, about to ask what was wrong, she felt she was plunged into an icy lake when he stepped towards her.Â
Taehyung, his camera bag in his hand and eyes laser-sharp, had his clothes in disarray, and purple, splotchy love bites all over his neck. Y/N couldnât find a single word in her brain that made sense to describe how she was feeling as he stood before her, one of his hands tucked into the pocket of his jeans, which were wrinkled and pulled over his hips haphazardly.Â
âWhat are you doing out here?â Taehyung cleared his throat nonchalantly, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary with him. Y/N simply stared, realizing her palm was still mid-air from when she waved at him, and with a jolt, she limply dropped her arm. âYou should go in. Itâll be dark soon.â
âIâm⊠van. Materials for tomorrow, loading them up,â Y/N answered, all choppy and like a rusty robot. âWhere⊠were you? Did you go to the park, orâŠ?â
Taehyung lazily assessed her, his thick eyelashes brushing the tops of his cheekbones as he glanced down at her insecure form. Clicking his tongue, he lifted his camera bag in the air, as if the answer was obvious.Â
âYeah. Then I stopped at the rec center. Why?âÂ
Y/N was proud, at the very least, that she didnât break down after his answer, flat and distant. Deciding, out of spite and feral jealousy, that two could play at that game, and Y/N composed herself into dismissal, shrugging. If he wanted to pretend his neck didnât look like a rabid hyena attacked it, so would she.Â
âNo reason, just wondering. Canât wait to see what youâve been working so hard on these past few weeks,â Y/N chirped, and though it was cheap, she relished in the minute flinch Taehyung offered in response to her words. âIâm gonna head in now. I have a few more things to do before I go back to the Sandersâ tomorrow. Yoongi ordered Chinese food for dinner, itâs in the fridge.â
With that, Y/N flashed Taehyung a tiny smile, Taehyungâs bitten lips parting a couple of centimeters, but not saying another word as he watched her stroll towards the house, her bruised heart thundering painfully in her chest with every step.Â
âStupid!â Y/N repeated, banging her forehead against the tile. âChildish bullshit.â
Y/N had icky guilt swimming around in her gut along with the greasy egg rolls she had choked down on her way to the bathroom, ignoring Yoongiâs requests for her to sit down for dinner. Taehyung really didnât deserve her treating him so coldly just because the Kodiak hybrid had gone out on some kind of date, even if he was lying about it to her face. But when it came to him, someone who was just as allergic to confrontation and sticky conversations as she was, Y/N found that slipping into a tug-of-war of passive aggression was all too easy with Taehyung.
The water in the shower was becoming cold, Y/N cursing, switching the tap off and wrapping herself in a towel. Gut too sour to stay up any longer, she simply slid into her pajamas, promptly collapsing into bed. Distantly, she could hear Hoseokâs loud voice in the parlor, the dim murmurs of the TV, and Jeongguk stomping around his bedroom above her. The sounds were familiar and comforting, but didnât stop her thoughts from lingering on her Kodiak hybrid. Y/N thought it was high time for her to swallow the bitter pill and perhaps confess her true feelings to Taehyung, even if he was falling for someone else. That way, at the very least, she could begin to mend one of the shattered sections of her heart.Â
âYou look like shit. Did you get any sleep?â Jeongguk accused the next morning, Y/N bristling and not even bothering to flick him off.Â
After all, she hadnât, between tangled thoughts of Taehyung and the reminder that she would have to clear the evil spirits from the Sandersâ home the following morning, she was tossing and turning all night.Â
âWe canât all look like rockstars 24/7,â Y/N replied sarcastically, gesturing to his typical black jeans/black graphic tee combination. That day, he was wearing a Megadeth concert tee, which Y/N found darkly fitting for the scenario they were about to find themselves in. âHow are your scratches?â
âAlready healed. Not even a scar. What, do you want me to take my shirt off again?â
âDonât be a smartass today, itâll push me right over the edge,â Y/N threatened, jabbing a finger into his solid chest, Jeongguk smirking around the cigarette hanging out of his mouth. âHurry up and smoke that. Joon doesnât like waiting.â
With that, Y/N hauled herself into the van, scowling once more at a highly amused Jeongguk, shutting the door so the smoke wouldnât choke the life out of her and her wolf hybrid. Massaging her sore under eyes, she tripped her way to the passenger seat, smiling weakly at the fuzzy throw blanket that was already placed there for her. Namjoon, fiddling with the radio, assessed her out of the corner of his eye, his lips tugging downwards.Â
âHeard you didnât sleep well,â Namjoon commented, Y/N sighing, both buckling into her seat and bundling up with the blanket. âAre you sure youâll have enough energy to do the ritual? We can always reschedule it for Wednesday.â
âNo, no, Iâll be alright. I want to get it over and done with, the family has been in that hotel room for far too long,â Y/N straightened in the seat from her original slouch, so her words seemed more convincing to her perceptive hybrid. âI told Jeongguk not to be a smartass today. The last thing we need is provoking the spirits while we try to banish them.â
âI already spoke to him about that, too. Heâs going to do his own ritual, apparently, while you and I focus more on the cleansing. Is that okay with you?â
Y/N had a feeling that the plan the two of them cooked up was an attempt to get Y/N as far away from anything too dangerous as possible. With Jeongguk doing whatever it was he was planning, likely some kind of exorcism tactic he was familiar with, heâd be the one in the line of fire. Additionally, with Namjoon teaming up with her, sheâd have him beside her if things started to go sideways.Â
âYeah, thatâs okay. I hope no one gets hurt this time,â Y/N shivered, sticking her hands close to the vents to heat the digits up. âYouâre still gonna let me do some things of my own, right? To help close the portal?â
âOf course, weâre a team,â Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows, reading the vulnerability in her expression.Â
The van teetered back and forth when Jeongguk yanked the side door open, taking up his usual spot in the back in the booth, scrolling on his phone distractedly. Y/N watched, over her shoulder, him prod along the base of his antlers, one of his eyes twitching as he caught on a tender spot, teeth biting down on his lip ring. She was going to ask if something was wrong, but decided against it when he recovered smoothly, digging through the gear back he packed.Â
The first fifteen minutes of the drive were peaceful, Y/N humming along to the radio. However, a fleeting thought had her squeaking loudly, startling Namjoon beside her and making him sharply step on the brakes.Â
âWhat?!â His eyes were wide, silver ears pressed to his skull, Y/N fumbling for her tote bag.Â
âI forgot to give you guys your first paycheck! Judy says you two can be official employees at the shop, if you want, and youâll get paid for all of our consultations, investigations, and cleansings,â Y/N stuck Namjoonâs check in the visor above his head, twisting her torso so she could send Jeonggukâs sailing his way, the elk hybrid catching it with a stunned look on his face.Â
âNext time, wait until weâre parked, kiddo. The wolf almost drove off the road,â Jeongguk scolded, though he hastily tore open his envelope to check out how much he had been paid for his labor.Â
âSorry. Iâm just excited! Do you two want to start coming to work with me regularly? I can try and move my hours around to accommodate your book club hours on Mondays, Joon,â Y/N felt more bright than she had in hours, a faint dimple appearing in Namjoonâs cheek as he tried to squash down his excitement. âI could do Tuesday through Thursday, and then whenever weâre needed for consults.â
âAre you sure you can change your work days? I could just come in with you on Wednesdays and Thursdays,â Namjoon appeared sheepish, eyes glued to the road and his tail swishing over the side of his seat.Â
âYeah, Iâm sure. Judy really likes you two, Iâm sure if it meant you being there three times a week, she wouldnât have a problem coming in on Mondays to cover my previous shift.â
Namjoon quieted down after that, his cheeks coloring all the way to the hoops threaded through his earlobes, Y/N grinning at him and noting Jeonggukâs silence as well.Â
âJeongguk, you can just do the consults if you want. You donât have to stock shelves with us if youâd prefer not to.â
âNo, Iâll come. Got nothing better to do,â Jeongguk quickly replied, caught off guard as he set his first paycheckâ a pretty generous one, at thatâ aside. Humming in satisfaction, Y/N squirmed in her seat, getting comfortable so she could center herself for the remainder of the ride to the Sandersâ.Â
Y/Nâs eyes snapped open as soon as she sensed Namjoon pulling into the driveway. Y/N wasnât surprised that she knew, without a doubt, that they had arrived; her ability to feel and distinguish energies had been becoming stronger by the day. Mercifully, it was fairly sunny that day, so even if the house was surrounded by a subtle darkness, at least the sky wasnât filled with oppressive clouds.Â
âReady?â Y/N fixed her gaze on the front door, determination flooding through her when she remembered Tommyâs terrified and exhausted expression, the shadows curling around Namjoon, and the three bleeding scratches tearing into Jeonggukâs back.Â
âRemember. Donât use names, donât address any of the entities specifically,â Namjoon recapped seriously, catching the Zippo lighter Jeongguk tossed him mid-air, likely for the plethora of candles located in the bag the wolf hybrid was holding in his free hand. âGot the stuff from the church?â
âChurch?â Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, looking from him to Jeongguk with great curiosity.Â
âYeah, the one in the town square, the Catholic church. We went there for some items the day we went out to replace the camera,â Jeongguk shook his gear bag in front of Y/Nâs face, a playful look in his eyes. âHoly water, blessed salt, medallions and whatnot. Weâre marrying the Christians to the Pagans today.â
âAh, I seeâŠâ
âThink of it this way,â Jeongguk cut her off, surprising her by placing a tattooed hand on her shoulder heavily. âWhatever I canât get rid of with the stuff from the church will probably respond to your practice. Right?â
âRight,â was all Y/N could say, trying to savor the elk hybrid soothing her, his fingers squeezing over her shoulder once before letting her go and pulling the vanâs side door open. âBe safe, okay, sweets?â
âMm-hmm. You too,â he smirked confidently, leaping out of the vehicle and heading straight for the front door of the house.Â
âWeâre gonna start outside,â Y/N blinked once Jeongguk disappeared into the house, turning her attention to Namjoon. âThen when weâre inside, weâll start at the top floor, go to the basement, and end with the ground floorâ it confuses the spirits, gets them out faster.â
âLead the way,â Namjoon inelegantly stumbled out of the van, the clumsiness of the action making Y/N giggle, breaking up the tension that she was feeling. âOuch.â
âUh-oh, are you okay?â Y/N sobered up a tad, Namjoonâs ears drooped as he used his free hand to massage his elbow. âBreak a bone?â
âIâm sturdier than you give me credit for,â Namjoon muttered, a cute pout tugging at his lower lip. âWant me to place these candles somewhere?â
âNo, theyâre for inside,â Y/N shook her head, feeling Namjoon follow her to the window where âThe Watcherâ usually lingered, frowning at the cloudy glass. âAll I wanna do out here is bury the spell jars I made in the four corners of the yard and make a boundary with the incense and herb bundles.â
âI can bury the jars,â Namjoon volunteered helpfully, stopping Y/N mid-stride by grabbing her wrist, diving his fingers into her tote bag for the glass bottles. âBut stay close to me while you burn the herbs. Promise?â
âOkay, Bug,â Y/N held out her pinky finger, the wolf hybrid staring at the digit quizzically. Snorting, she reached for Namjoonâs hand, linking her pinky with his, loving that she was the first person to show him how to pinky promise. âI promise!â
True to her word, Y/N stuck closely to Namjoonâ not just because she wasnât a promise-breaker, but because Namjoonâs intimidating height and mass made her feel safer the closer she was to him. Focusing, she used Jeonggukâs lighter to spark up the bundle of herbs, inhaling the scent of burning rosemary, sage, and cedar. The two of them worked silently and with purpose, making a slow counterclockwise circle around the property, Y/N shivering as she felt energy push past her and outside of the boundary her and Namjoon were creating.Â
She knew Namjoon could feel what she did as well, with his ears twitching and an occasional sideways glance to her while she fanned smoke around the yard. In stark contrast to the last time she was at the Sandersâ home, Y/N felt confident and sure of herself.Â
Though almost all of her focus was on the cleansing, she couldnât help but think of how Jeongguk was faring inside. Her and Namjoon completed their circle around the yard, ending up back at the window, and Y/N felt a significant change in the energyâ she could no longer sense the ickiness of something ancient watching her, but she spent a few more moments waving smoke around the glass pane anyways, Namjoon waiting patiently beside her.
 âLetâs go inside. Weâre done out here,â Y/N murmured quietly, in the zone. The wolf hybrid, once again, held her hand while she climbed up the slick, wet concrete porch, though Y/N wondered if the reason he tended to do that was because he himself was quite clumsy and needed the reassurance of stability. Either way, it was endearing.
As she pushed open the door, the first thing Y/N noticed was the line of salt sprinkled along the threshold. Because it was still early morning, the house was full of blue light, and didnât seem as scary as it had when they conducted the night time investigations. Namjoon knew exactly what to do already; so he started straight for the staircase, Y/N swallowing and shadowing him, ears picking up the sound of Jeonggukâs heavy combat boots stomping around up there.Â
Y/N didnât have to tell Namjoon how to set up the candles, as they had gone over that part of the ritual at length previously. She simply lit another bundle of herbs in Ms. Sandersâ room, making sure she got every square inch of the bedroom. It appeared that Jeongguk had already tackled that room; salt on the windowsills, medallions placed in various locations, and the odd wet patch on the floor that Y/N suspected was sprinkled holy water.Â
âFeels good in here,â Y/N commented to Namjoon, though admittedly, she was already getting worried about the two childrenâs rooms. âTime to move on?â
Namjoon nodded, letting the candle he set on Ms. Sandersâ dresser melt down completely. Glued to him, they met Jeongguk in Tommyâs room, where he was chucking holy water into the open closet, his ruby rosary clutched in his other fist. Softly, he was mumbling something in Latin, Y/N relieved that he seemed to be just fine. As directed, Namjoon placed a candle within the closet, crouching on the floor and watching Y/N thoroughly fill the area with herbal smoke, the heaviness of the room easing up second by second.Â
Between her silent prayers and Jeonggukâs audible ones, the trio was in Tommyâs room for about twenty minutes before Y/N could breathe easy for the first time in the space, the sun shining more brightly through the windows, and Jeonggukâs constant prayer paused, chewing on his lip ring contemplatively.Â
âIs itâŠ?â
âClosed,â Jeongguk answered Namjoon resolutely, wiping sweat from his brow. Y/N agreed with him, the closet felt perfectly normal after their combined efforts, so she shut the cracked window in the room to seal the boundaries in place. âThe portalâs dormant. All thatâs left is making sure we push the rest of the entities out and I think the family can come back safely.â
Without thinking about it, Y/N had a fistful of the back of Jeonggukâs tee-shirt when they finally entered Julieâs room, just in case the entity in there decided to harm him again. The elk hybrid didnât seem to notice, simply resuming his Latin monologue and chucking holy water at the walls. Gently, Namjoon took the herb bundle from Y/N, taking up the task of filling the room with the cleansing smoke while she clung to Jeongguk.Â
She had practiced over the past few days extending her protective shield to others, in a way that wouldnât completely zap her of her energy and cause her nose to bleed, so Y/N took a deep breath, Jeongguk keeping her tethered to earth as she imagined the shield around the three of them. With her eyes closed, she could hear the tiny intake of breath Namjoon made from across the roomâ Y/N wondering if he could sense what she was doingâ but Jeongguk didnât even flinch, dutifully focusing on making a line of blessed salt along each windowsill while Y/N held onto him.Â
To the great surprise of all three of them, there wasnât an aggressive, angry demon that came flying through the room to try and stop their efforts, so as the minutes ticked by and all that could be heard was Jeonggukâs prayer, Y/N let go of his shirt carefully. Y/N didnât want to entertain the thought that things seemed too easy, so she pushed the thought out of her mind, and instead, she helped Namjoon wrap things up with the smoke cleansing and candle lighting on the ground floor.Â
âThese candles can be lit while no oneâs here, right?â Jeongguk leaned against the wall in the kitchen, where she and Namjoon were finishing their tasks.Â
âTheyâll be out before we leave. Theyâre just tealights,â Y/N stubbed out the herb bundle she was holding onto, taking in a lungful of sweet-perfumed air. The Sandersâ house felt like an entirely different home; airy, bright, and Y/N could hear early spring birds chirping under the window that a malevolent energy used to haunt. âI just want to make sure all the windows are shut before we leave, do one last walk-through⊠but your plan seemed to work really well. Who would have thought that Pagan and Christian practices mesh so well?â âYouâll soon realize Iâm almost always right about these sorts of things, kiddo,â Jeongguk smacked a fresh pack of Marlboros against his wrist bone, pulling a cigarette out of the carton with a smirk.Â
âOkay, donât get cocky,â Y/N grouched, shouldering by him and rolling her eyes at his smoky chuckles, breezing through the house for her final walk-through. âDonât smoke in here, please.â
âNo shit,â Jeongguk called after her, watching her figure disappear up the stairs. âNothing went wrong?â
The second half of his statement was directed at Namjoon, who was packing away spare materials into Y/Nâs tote bag on the kitchen counter, the wolf hybridâs bitten ear flickering with annoyance.Â
âYouâd know if something did,â Namjoon replied simply, slinging her bag over his shoulder, trying to keep the snarl out of his voice. âStart the van while youâre outside.â
Jeongguk distractedly shook the keys to the vehicle in his free hand, already striding towards the front door, Namjoon shaking his head at the elk hybridâs nonchalance. He himself, however, couldnât believe how successful the three of them had been, and a strange emotion Namjoon couldnât tag a name to welled up inside of him when he looked around the house.Â
Namjoon might have not had the same kind of ability to sense energies in the way Y/N could, but there was a marked difference to how he was able to move around the house, breathe a little more freely, and the primalâ still very newâ instinct to protect Y/N from some kind of unseen threat eased up the on the chokehold it had on him. Even then, when he was more than confident that they had banished all of the negativity, he found himself hanging back in the living room, listening to Y/Nâs light footsteps from above, waiting for her to come back down and join him outside.Â
âJoonie?â Y/Nâs voice floated down from the stairs as she hopped down them, surprised to see him waiting before her eyes widened. âOh, shit. Do you think itâs okay I said your name?â
Namjoon blinked, watching her chew her lips and glance at Jeongguk outside, in the distance smoking his cigarette by the van. Namjoon didnât know when he had gotten so used to the handful of nicknames that Y/N had for him, and was shocked that after only two hours of her not uttering one of them, he realized how much he liked that quirk of hers.Â
âI think itâs alright, now,â Namjoon recovered, shaking away the bizarre emotions he was feeling. While he was interested in the unexplained, that didnât necessarily mean he enjoyed unexplainable things happening to himself. Y/Nâs mouth opened, but it was her growling stomach that interrupted her words, heat flooding her cheeks. âWant to stop for some lunch before we go home? There was a âhot potâ place on the way here I saw you eyeing.â
âIâm either deeply unsubtle, or your perception is on another level. Werenât you driving?â Y/N accused, making her way to him with a shy grin.Â
âItâs a mixture of both,â Namjoon confessed, refusing to hand over her tote bag while she opened up the front door and locked it for the final time. âWhat is hot pot, though?â
âOh! You get to pick out a broth, and then all of the noodles, vegetables, and meats you want, then you cook it right at your table! I think youâll like it, you really wanna go?â
Namjoon nodded, waving smoke out of his face from Jeonggukâs still-burning cigarette.Â
âYeah, we need to eat,â Jeongguk pried into the conversation, his fingers dancing around the base of his antlers again. âThat shit will suck the life out of you.â
Once in the van, Y/N felt loopy satisfaction, sending a text to Ms. Sanders while Namjoon drove to the hot pot restaurant.Â
Y/N: We just finished the cleansing, with great success! You and the kids should be able to move back in now, and please contact me anytime you need, weâll be there for you.Â
Sighing, Y/N glanced at Namjoon, a faint dimple in his cheek that told her he was quite pleased with how things turned out, her heart squeezing in her chest as she poked his sweater-clad bicepâ his bushy tail wagging in consequence.Â
âIâm proud of you two. Iâm happy weâre a team,â Y/N admitted seriously, Namjoon clearing his throat nervously at the praise. And when Y/N peeked at Jeongguk, he wasnât rolling his eyes, he was actually smiling at her, teeth and all, even if there was a glint of teasing mischief across his features.Â
âI hope you can handle spicy food. Iâm getting the Sichuan broth,â Jeongguk announced, neither of the hybrids acknowledging her praise, but Y/N knew that they appreciated it based on their facial expressions. âAnd Iâm not going to share my order of pork belly.â
âAs long as you donât hog the dipping sauces, we wonât have a problem,â Y/N snorted, relaxing back into her seat, looking forward to sharing a triumphant meal with the two of them.
âUgh, Iâm bored,â Y/N complained to the ceiling, slouching on the stool at work with absolutely nothing to do, and nobody to talk to.Â
Namjoon and Jeongguk were unable to join her at work until the following week, when their paperwork allowing them to be legally employed went through, so she was alone in the dead metaphysical shop. Additionally, she pouted about going home after her shiftâ all of her hybrids were so busy lately, it was rare that she had quality time with all seven of them at once.
In the two days that followed the cleansing, a whirlwind of events happened all at once. Hoseok had indeed taken up employment at the rec center coaching the junior track team, and spent several hours there organizing things for the spring season and getting acclimated with his upcoming responsibilities. Besides him, Yoongi actually decided to take up coaching part-time as well, even after all of his insistence that he didnât necessarily want to, so he was gone just as frequently as Hoseok.Â
Jimin was often occupied outside preparing the garden beds for fast-approaching spring, exercising horses, or tending to the grounds, and while Y/N helped as often as she could, there were only so many hours she could take digging in the frigid dirt and dodging chickens nipping at her heels after a day at work. As for Namjoon and Jeongguk; the two of them were predictably busy with their own hobbies, the wolf hybrid catching up on the book club assignments he was behind on, and Jeongguk obsessively watching videos about paranormal equipment. That left her with Seokjin, who she spent most of her time with, and Taehyung, who was either hardly at home or avoiding her like a poisonous spider.
Sighing, Y/N twirled a pen between her finger tips. With the house cleansing out of the way, she had no more excuses to try and avoid patching things up with Taehyung, or at the very least, attempt to have some kind of productive conversation with him. It broke her heart that it seemed that the home Taehyung had grown to truly love wasnât something he found comfort in at the moment, so it was her main priority to swallow her pride and restore things to normalcy.
She thought back to the early winter, prior to Christmas, when Taehyung was his happiest. Getting into his photography, sharing his work with her and the others at the expos, hanging out with her and Yoongi in the music room on Fridays while they had their piano lessons and he would listen to records on the floor. Frowning, she reached for the Kodiak Hybrids for Dummies she brought along with her for the post-lunch lull she was enduring, which she had been using the past few weeks to try and glean anything enlightening about his behavior.Â
Y/N tried to read a chapter of each guidebook simultaneously, so she was finishing up the last few pages of the eighth chapterâ one on dietary preferencesâ for Kodiak hybrids before sheâd move onto the next for not just that one, but the six others, as well. The chapters on various diets were entertaining, for sure, but Y/N realized that her boys pretty much ate whatever was in front of them, regardless of the âpreferencesâ listed in the guide books. For instance, elk hybrids allegedly favored fresh, light, vegetable based foods; but Jeongguk was one of the biggest meat eaters in the house. She hadnât noticed Taehyung having a particular, all-consuming craving for salmon, either, so if anything, the chapter was plainly useless.Â
Yawning while turning the page, she choked on her own spit when she read what the next chapter was so boldly titled: Mating, Heats, Ruts. Immediately beginning to sweat, much like how she did when she found out what scenting was, she scanned the front windows of the shop, making sure no one was strolling towards the entrance to browse for spell candles.Â
âWhat on godâs green planet are heats and ruts?â Y/N panicked, though truthfully, thanks to her past as a vet, she knew exactly what they were in the animal kingdom. She had a nervous feeling that they werenât so different in the hybrid world, either. âOh JesusâŠâ
Hastily, she blew past the chapter title page, hesitantly beginning to read and forgetting all about âbalanced diets for your hybridâ. For the thousandth time, and likely not the last, she was faced with new information about hybrids she probably should have already known by then.Â
Mating: Some hybrids will find what they will consider to be their âmateâ within their lifetimes. Depending on species, these hybrids will mate âfor lifeâ more often than not. The instinct to mate is triggered by the hybrid seeing another as their ideal counterpart. Like their fully animal counterparts, the purpose of âmateshipâ is for reproduction, but because hybrids are human as well, love and romance is another consideration that the hybrid will factor in when selecting their mate. It is debated whether or not hybrids have control over choosing a mate, some experts claim that is entirely instinct-based, others believe that the hybrid will select a mate once they deem their selection worthy.Â
For Kodiak hybrids, specifically: the species is known to be serially monogamous, meaning that unless they chose a mate that they intend to stay with for life, they will select a different partner to spend their heats/ruts with each cycle. For those who have mated, jealousy can be a very big issue when it comes to their mate.Â
Heats/Ruts: Hybrids, when they reach sexual maturity around the age of eighteen, will develop seasonal heats/ruts; the season during the year at which the cycle will happen depends on the species. Typically, heats/ruts can be handled alone by âunmatedâ hybrids by the hybrid themselves, and will often seclude themselves from their adoptive guardians. Other hybrids seek out a partner to help them through this cycle to ease discomfort, but it is species dependent, as well as dependent on the hybridâs personality and temperament.Â
There have often been many cases where a hybrid will not experience an intense heat/rut until they feel comfortable in their environment, but this behavior is seen in exotic hybrids or ones with skittish/distrustful personalities.Â
As for hybrids that have selected a mate, their heats/ruts will be unbearably uncomfortable and cannot be handled by the hybrid alone. The mated hybrid will feel excruciating pain and discomfort if unable to complete their heat/rut without their mate, and can be threatening to the hybridâs health and wellbeing. It is important for adoptive guardians who may have a mated pair of hybrids to give them the space to work through the cycle.Â
Heats/ruts typically last 2-3 days at their height, but days leading up to and after the cycle can leave the hybrid sensitive as well. For more information on how to make your hybrid comfortable during their cycles, refer to page 809.Â
Kodiak hybrids typically experience their heats/ruts during May-June.
Y/Nâs mouth was dropped open and rather dry, reading the pages frantically three times over. Warmth flushed her from head to toe, not exactly surprised none of the boys brought up that aspect of their naturesâ and it wasnât like she ever asked. Although she was surprised, and just a touch annoyed, Yoongi at the very least never said anything to her. Fanning herself, she pulled up multiple tabs on her phone, scribbling a messy note on an old receipt.Â
Seokjin/Yoongi: Ruts any time of year. Lasts between 4-5 days
Hoseok: December-early spring. Usually monogamous. 3-4 days
Namjoon: Mid spring- early summer, but also for two weeks in the second half of winter. Monogamous, mate for life. 4-5 days (excluding the winter rut)
Jimin: Winter. Strictly monogamous. 3-4 days
Taehyung: May-June, serially monogamous. Rut can last anywhere from two days to two weeks
Jeongguk: August-early winter. âCourtshipâ is important. Rut can last days on and off, sometimes for up to several weeks depending on hybrid.Â
Y/N was boiling hot all over once she finished jotting down her notes, overwhelmed and embarrassed. Before she could get ahead of herself, or even ashamed that she didnât know about these specific things about the boys, she crumpled up the sticky note and shoved it deep into her tote bag. She had stressed early on to each of them to tell her if they were ever uncomfortable or needed something, so she concluded (shakily) that since none of them brought up their ruts, maybe they hadnât experienced them full-force yet. Greedily chugging water from the bottle Yoongi packed her, she narrowed her eyes at the picture of him she stuck to her work computer monitor, swearing to back him into a corner and get him to spill.Â
Trying to think about literally anything else than her hybrids and their ruts, she pushed the Kodiak Hybrids for Dummies aside and returned to what she was working on for Yoongiâs birthday. The hand-written symbols on the page, ones that were once unfamiliar to her, became a form of artistic expression thanks to her leopard hybrid, and had been erased and rewritten dozens of times by then. Y/N knew she was a perfectionist, but her dissatisfaction with herself had never been so frustrating. Both envying and admiring Yoongiâs raw natural talent, she scanned the page of sheet music, filled with notes she was trying to arrange into a pretty composition of her own.
There was, of course, the struggle of picking a suitable name for the piece as well. There was a list of titles she was playing with, but none fit the vision she had for the composition exactly. Humming, she erased a section of the very last measure, deciding to end the song more gently than she originally planned. Minutes ticked away at lightning-speed while she wrote and rewrote notes, and before she knew it, her shift was up and not a soul came into the shop to disrupt her process.Â
By then, she supposed she had to be satisfied with the piece; Yoongiâs birthday was the next day. There would be time for her to practice during the day, as she had taken it off from work to celebrate, Yoongi would be spending half of his birthday at the rec center setting up things for the junior basketball teamâs spring season. Hastily scooping up all of her books, she locked up the shop, wondering who would be waiting for her at home.
âHello?â Y/N fumbled for her phone buzzing away in her pocket, simultaneously stumbling into her car.Â
âY/N! Christ, what are you, in a tunnel or something?â Ben responded immediately, making Y/N snort.Â
âNo, Iâm getting in my car. Just locked up the shop. Can you hear me now?â Adjusting her grip on her phone, she realized she was covering the microphone with her scarf. âHow are things?â
âGood, itâs getting warmer finally, huh?âÂ
âNot warm enough. Hoseok is killing me complaining about the cold all the time. Seokjin might hate it more, but he doesnât complain nearly as much!â
âThat fox is a character. Everyoneâs doing well, though? How about the new jobs you told me some of them are getting?âÂ
âItâs only day two, but I think the three that picked up work at the rec center are enjoying it. I miss them thoughâŠâ Y/N pouted, Ben chuckling through the receiver. âNamjoon and Jeongguk are going to start coming to Judyâs with me next week. And Yoongiâs birthday is tomorrow, so Iâm excited for that!â
âBig plans?â
âMmm⊠maybe not by your standards. Something that suits him, though. Iâm taking him out on a date.â
âRomantic. Heâll love it, Iâm sure,â Ben agreed with her. âThen again, you could get him a frying pan and heâd treat it like a diamond.â
âStop,â Y/N groaned, embarrassed. âSo, I read something interesting today about hybrids.â
âThis ought to be good. What did you find out this time that was obvious to all but you?â Ben teased, Y/N sticking her tongue out at him even though he couldnât see.Â
âOkay, Mr. Wonderful. I learned about mating and ruts. I didnât realize that was a thing for them,â Y/N snapped, Ben dissolving into thick laughter, which irked her further. âWhat?!â
âSorry, I donât mean to laugh. I can just picture the fucking look on your face reading that in one of those guidebooks you are hoarding,â Ben took a breath, Y/N similarly imagining how red in the face he was getting from laughing at her. âAny comments?â
âWell, yeah. Why the fuck havenât any of them brought it up?â
âDo you discuss your menstruation or ovulation with them? Why would they, Y/N? Itâs kind of a personal thing.â
Y/N flinched, once again struck by Benâs ability to cut to the chase when she was being a little ridiculous.Â
âFair, I suppose,â Y/N squeaked. âI mean, I thought the scenting was a tricky subject to breach.â
âWell, if youâre curious about it, you could always just ask Yoongi or Seokjin, if youâre feeling especially bold,â Ben said, with a teasing lilt. Y/N was a touch mortified. âThey love you, theyâre not going to shy away from that conversation. Iâd avoid bringing it up to that elk hybrid of yours, I think heâd make fun of you more than I am.â
âAnother valid point,â Y/N muttered, not wanting to give Jeongguk another round of ammunition to amuse himself with at her expense. âWhatever. Whatever! Maybe Iâll ask Yoongi or Seokjin, or maybe Iâll just wait until they bring it up. I feel like Iâve got bigger fish to fry at the present.â
âIâm sure. You got hybrids, ghosts, and romantic feelings for all of your housemates. Youâd make millions on reality TV.â
âThanks, Ben. Remind me to drop your call next time.â
âSee you at brunch on Sunday!â Ben signed off cheerfully, Y/N rolling her eyes and throwing her car in drive.
A slightly-cloudy sky peeked through the windows of the house the day of Yoongiâs birthday. Y/N had shown him, as well as Hoseok, off that morning, the two of them bound for the rec center. The fox hybrid was trying to get Yoongi to wear a pointy birthday hat that was leftover from his birthday, but Yoongi scrambled towards the car before Hoseok could slap it on his head.Â
Y/N had only a few hours to practice her new composition before Yoongi would be back and theyâd head out for the dinner reservation she made, so after downing some coffee while staring at Jimin cutting down some dead saplings in the backyard, she made her way to the music room. Feeling somewhat stealthy with the sheet music tucked under her arm, she passed by Seokjinâs room, the pipes in the wall clanging together telling her he was probably bathing.Â
The feeling of sitting at the piano bench without Yoongi beside her had Y/N frowning. She had grown ever so attached to his warmth and presence, his gentle, reassuring guidance while sheâd play. Huffing, she placed her sheet music on the stand, rolling her wrists like Yoongi would, and began to practice.Â
For her first composition, it wasnât half bad. It was nowhere on the level of what Yoongi could come up with, but he had years of composing on her, so Y/N tried not to compare herself to him too harshly. Once again, she changed the ending of the song with her lip tucked between her teeth, worried that she might not ever get it rightâ on top of that, she still hadnât picked a name for the piece and she was running out of time.Â
She was in the middle of playing through the song a sixth time when she was interrupted by the jiggling of the music roomâs handle. Before sitting down at the piano, Y/N hadnât locked the door just in case someone wanted to come and find her, so with minor embarrassment, she halted her playing, glancing at the door expectantly. When the door swung open, she held her breath, recognizing the curly head of black hair right away, a shard of ice piercing through her heart.Â
Taehyungâs steps into the room faltered, headphones askew on top of his head, as soon as he caught scent of her and realized he wasnât alone. Beautiful eyes going round, his rounded ears flattened while a feral rumble of shock rolled through his chest, going quite still. Gawking at each other, Taehyungâs mouth dropped open, eyes shifting from her to the collection of CDâs on the shelf. Fingers frozen over the ivory keys of the piano, she watched the Kodiak hybrid inch towards the shelf with urgency, probably trying to get the hell out of dodge. Y/Nâs body moved before her mind did, launching her off the bench and across the room.Â
âTae, hi,â she blurted, knowing that he could hear her with his Kodiak set of ears, the rounded brown appendages fluttering with the sound of her voice, a Nirvana CD clumsily slipping out of his grasp and clattering to the floor. âWhatcha up to? I didnât know you were home.â
Taehyung, moving like he was stuck in molasses, slid the headphones off of his ears to hang loosely around his neck, facing Y/N fully. Quickly, she ducked down, scooping the CD off the floor and offering it to him with a friendly expression. Her heart was pounding, ready to bite the bullet and have a real conversation with him no matter what it took. Taehyungâs shoulders relaxed downwards a few inches, his sweater slipping over his wrist as he took the CD, switching off the device he had clipped to his jeans.Â
âThey didnât need me at the rec center today,â was his response, swallowing. âI just decided to stay here⊠I thought you had work on Thursdays.â
âI usually do, but I took today off!â Y/N watched Taehyung nod, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek. With the direction of the conversation already, Y/N was feeling queasy; and with the way that he kept glancing at her chest, she could tell he could hear her heart threatening to burst into pieces. âUh⊠come here, look! I wanted to show you some pictures I took this week around the shop. The town square looks so pretty right now, the grass is just starting to get green!â
Y/N thought on her feet, grasping for Taehyungâs wrist, which he let her take as well as tow him to the leather loveseat, apparently too stunned to protest. There was electricity zapping through the hand wrapped around his sweater-clad wrist, and considering she hadnât touched Taehyung in so long, it had her emotions kicking into overdrive.Â
âY/NâŠâ
âSit here, please? Iâve wanted to show you for a little while. It wonât take long!â Y/N hoped her tone wasnât dripping with utter desperation, but something flickered in Taehyungâs carmine eyes, softening them, so he heeded her request and sat beside her stiffly.Â
Squirming in satisfactionâ the small victory boosting her confidence somewhatâ she flicked through her phone, still holding onto Taehyung all the while. Finding the folder of amateurish shots of around her workplace, she placed her phone in Taehyungâs limp, open palm, the Kodiak hybridâs sharp canines biting down on his lower lip.Â
âDo you want me to do a shoot here?â Taehyung asked with confusion, his deep voice making her shiver imperceptibly.Â
Y/N peeked at him out of the corner of her eye, chest squeezing painfully at the sight of his gorgeous face, entirely focused on the pictures he was scrolling through. Dropping her gaze, she briefly glanced at his neck, the bruises she saw there days ago long since faded. However, the memory in her mindâs eye remained, drying up her mouth.Â
âWould you want to? I can take you there soon, the cherry blossoms in the courtyard will bloom in the next few weeks,â Y/N prayed they were moving a step forward, Taehyung humming lowly, continuing to scroll through her camera roll. Y/N had nothing to hide, so she let him, hoping to continue chit-chatting.Â
âYeah, maybe when the flowers bloom, then. For the spring expo.â
âSounds like a plan, Tae,â Y/N hesitantly leaned her shoulder into his, her hip colliding with the CD player strapped to his belt. âOoh, any music recommendations for me lately?â
Taehyungâs chest rumbled again, the sound animalistic and raw, and Y/N wasnât used to hearing it so often those days. Resisting the desire to tuck some of his curls behind his ear, Y/N waited for a reply, Taehyung avoiding eye-contact by examining the pictures on her screen.Â
âIâve just been listening to grunge, like always. Someone showed me an artist named Mac Demarco recently, which you might like.â
âOh! Iâve heard of him. An indie artist, right?â Y/N wondered who exactly showed him new music, itchy jealousy crawling all over her skin.
Taehyung didnât answer, his thumb stilling over the touchscreen of her phone, intensely staring at the picture he paused on. Curious, Y/N peered over his shoulder to see what captured his attention so thoroughly, a tiny squeak leaving her mouth at what she saw. Taehyung had scrolled so far through her camera roll that he reached the mirror selfies she had taken the night of Hoseokâs birthday, after she finished her makeup and shimmied into her dress.Â
Originally, she sent the pictures to the Santos twins, but she never intended for other eyes to see her so scandalously posing in front of her bathroom mirror, so she was definitely mortified that Taehyung was gawking at them, Y/N clearing her throat sharply. Taehyung wasnât broken out of his trance until she repeated his name several times, her phone clattering to his lap as his eyes focused on her again, his irises dark and predatory.Â
âTaehyung, um. I wanted to talk to you. Last weekend, when you came home from the rec center⊠I was short with you. Iâm sorry,â Y/Nâs palms were sweating, Taehyungâs expression surprisingly not wiping blank like she expected it to. âI hope I didnât imply that you need to tell me where you are at all times, or felt like I was coming down on you or upset with you.â
âIâ um, I didnât think that,â Taehyungâs voice was rough, the corners of his mouth turning down as he angled his body towards her.Â
âOh, okay. Again, I just wanna stress, you donât have to ask me for permission to go where you want, alright? I miss you, though, Tae.â
Taehyungâs mouth dropped open, his eyes darting around the room like he was trying to find a response written on the wallpaper, bouncing his thigh up and down.Â
âMiss you too,â Taehyung admitted quietly, winding the hem of his sweater around his finger tips. âA lot.â
Y/Nâs eyes began to sting, the raw vulnerability coming off of him in that moment tangible and heavy. His words were profound to her, and if anything, it gave her courage. Not knowing if sheâd ever be brave enough again to hurtle off the edge of no return, she reached for Taehyungâs hand, tracing a thumb over the vintage silver ring on his index finger; this time, Taehyung was the one to shiver.Â
âUh, so Tae. Hm. You knowâŠâ
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.
Taehyungâs phone was ringing in his pocket, but he promptly ignored it, so Y/N scratched the back of her neck in embarrassment, attempting to continue when the buzzing stopped.Â
âRight. So, you know I really care about youââ
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.Â
Grimacing, Taehyung dove his free hand into his pocket when it began to go off again, sending the call to voicemail blindly, Y/N losing confidence by the second.Â
âY/N?â
âOh, yeah. Sorry. I just wanted to tell you I really care for you, and we havenât spent a lot of time together lately, but I need you to knowââ Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. âWhy donât you get that? It seems like it might be important.â Y/N swallowed down the last of her declaration: I need you to know I love you.Â
Ticked, Taehyung dug his phone out of his pocket, Y/N catching the caller ID before he picked up. Someone named âDianaâ was eagerly trying to reach him, ice water being dumped over Y/Nâs flame, her heart stopping dead in her chest when Taehyung let go of her hand and answered the phone.Â
âDi, whatâs up?â Taehyung held a finger up to Y/N, jaw tense, Y/N flinching at the sound of a raspy female voice coming through the phone pressed to the side of his face.Â
It was like she had become a balloon rapidly deflating, like the string tying it together was pulled free. Palm tingling now that Taehyungâs hand wasnât resting in hers, she sat there completely flabbergasted.
âNo, Iâm not coming by the rec center today, Di. Iâm developing the photos we took in the darkroom at my house, theyâll be ready next week. I donât know if Iâll see you this weekendâŠâ
Y/N had heard enough. Knees knocking together, she stood from the couch, Taehyungâs eyebrows pulling together in confusion, ignoring Dianaâs whines on the other line. Speedily collecting her sheet music from the piano, she gave Taehyung a wave and a half smile.Â
âYou finish your call, I gotta get ready for Yoongiâs birthday dinner tonight. Talk later?â Y/N was proud that her voice wasnât shaky or full of pain, Taehyung blinking at her and his expression finally wiping blank again. He gave her a thumbs up, looking out the window as she left.Â
âYeah, I know Di. I saw you last weekend, though.â Taehyungâs tone was beyond agitated as she shut the soundproof door, not wanting to spend one more second listening in on the conversation.Â
She was there, right there. About to tell Taehyung how she truly felt about him, to push past all of the angst between her and him, all for her hopes to crash around her with an interruptive phone call. Any confidence she had to confess her feelings to him was dashed and divided as soon as she heard the Kodiak hybrid call the woman on the phone Di. Taehyung had never given Y/N a nickname before, and that realization had her thinking that perhaps she had overestimated how he felt about her. Perhaps, to him, she was his guardian, someone off-limits romantically, someone that he would deem inconceivable to have those sort of feelings for. Y/N was the type to race, barrel, and fly into conclusions, so she had no trouble believing these spiraling thoughts as she locked herself in her bedroom.
Running her fingers through her hair, yanking the roots, she tried to take deep, centering breaths, like the ones Namjoon taught her how to do. Thankfully, after a few rounds of clutching her bedpost and breathing like a yoga instructor, it seemed to do the trick. Staring at herself in her vanity mirror, she came to one more, positive, at least, conclusion: at least Taehyung wasnât upset with her, and perhaps he wouldnât be so avoidant anymore.Â
Sighing raggedly, she checked her watch, swearing colorfully. Yoongi would be home shortly, so sheâd have to move her ass like it was on fire to get ready for the dinner reservation she planned. Putting Taehyung out of her mind, as difficult as it was, she changed gears when she glanced at the silvery dress she picked up for the occasion, which happened to be one of Yoongiâs favorite colors. While she was turning on the shower tap, her phone chimed in her pocket, Y/N forgetting that she managed to swipe it out of Taehyungâs lap when he answered Dianaâs phone call.Â
Yoongi đŒđ»: On my way home.Â
Y/N: Okay, birthday boy â€ïž
Yoongi đŒđ»: đâ€ïž
Surprisingly, there was about half an hour to spare by the time Y/N had finished getting ready. Throwing a light sweater over the satiny dress she pulled onâ mostly to prevent Seokjin from having a stroke that she was scantily dressed in early spring weather againâ she made sure her hair and makeup was how she wanted it and set out to find her leopard hybrid.Â
In the hallway, the scent of greasy pizza hit her square in the face. Suspecting that Hoseok probably had Yoongi stop by Salâs for some dinner before she and the leopard hybrid left for the night, the sounds of an action movie blaring in the parlor had her snickering. For beings with superior hearing, her boys loved to jack up the surround sound. Pausing by the staircase, she could hear Yoongi playing piano upstairs, probably waiting for her. Giddy, she skipped up the stairs, holding onto the old carved banister with reverence. Yoongi seemed to be playing the song he composed for Y/N, making her blush and nearly swoon into the music room.Â
Yoongi was seated on the bench where she was perched just hours ago. Dressed sharply in black dress pants and a matching dress shirt, the monochrome outfit highlighted the glimmer of his accessoriesâ rings, bracelets, earrings, and of course, the sparkly chain clasped around his throat. His triangular ears immediately twitched towards her direction even if his face didnât, his tempo never faltering even when she started heading right for him, a tender smile on her face when she ended up behind him. Ducking, she pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his head, in between his spotted ears, giggling when his tail tickled the bare skin of her thighs.Â
âYou look nice,â Y/N purred into his hair, breathing in his shampoo. It was then when Yoongi stopped playing, craning his chin upwards to nuzzle his nose into her neck, making a similar purr to hers. âHappy birthday, Yoongi!â
âUgh. Iâm old,â Yoongi complained, his eyelashes tickling the skin of her throat.Â
âNo youâre not. Youâre just 30, the same age as Seokjin,â Y/N poked his shoulder, sliding her palm along his back as she rounded the bench, sitting on his free side.Â
âSilly girl, furthering my point. Heâs old, too,â Yoongi grouched, ears turning back when Y/N swat at his forearm reproachfully. âDonât whack me, itâs my birthday.â
âYouâre sending some mixed signals about that, angel,â Y/N snorted, feeling his hand curl around her hip, fingers sliding along the satin material sensually. âExcited for dinner?â
âYou keep hyping it up, are they going to bring out a cake and sing to me?â Yoongi asked, trepidation coloring his gravelly tone.Â
âOh shit, do you want me to call and ask if they can do that?â Y/N joked, pretending to pick up her phone and dial the restaurant. Promptly, Yoongi snatched her phone away, stuffing it into the pocket of his dress pants. âKidding. I just hope you like the food.â
âIâll eat anything,â Yoongi shrugged, pink blush dusting his cheeks as shy purrs filled the room.Â
âWanna play âMoonlight Loversâ before we go? I practiced for you,â Y/N changed the subject, cozy tucked into his side.Â
âDid you?â
âMm-hmm. I promised, didnât I?â Y/N teased, humming when Yoongi planted a kiss on her jaw bone. To his dismay, she got up from the bench, making haste to the opposite end of the room. âYouâre gonna sing while I play?â
âSure, but? What are you doing, silly?â
âLook forward, angel!â Y/N pointed straight ahead, encouraging her leopard hybrid to tear his scrutiny from her fumbling with a telescope-like device in the corner. Slowly, he did.Â
The lights were low, so Y/N was pleased that the projection lamp displayed the image of the pearly white moon perfectly onto the wall beyond the grand piano. For a small fee on the internet, she was able to give Yoongi the full moon whenever he wanted, and he was a stunned, a still figure on the piano bench when she returned to his side, snuggling back into him.Â
Y/N didnât wait for a response to the surprise, instead launching straight into the jazzy first bars of the song with practiced ease, grinning when Yoongiâs sock-clad food pressed over hers on the sustain pedal. Clingy as ever and seemingly recovering, Yoongi rested his chin on Y/Nâs shoulder while she worked her way through the first few measures, nuzzling closer to her when she shivered at the ticklish sensation of his ears against her skin.Â
The world existed and it was just her and Yoongi, his voice quiet when he began singing the first verse, Y/N following along in her head since she had memorized the lyrics by then. Not knowing where his body began and hers ended, it was a miracle she was able to concentrate playing on tempo. The pace picked up at the refrain just before the chorus, and Y/N pushed past her nerves to join Yoongi in singing.Â
And we met under the moonlit sky
It was you, of all, who caught my eye
When youâre gone, Iâm incomplete
No one but you
Has been this sweet
And under the moonlit sky
Across seas, you and IÂ
Never again, will say goodbye
Y/N didnât consider herself to be a world-class singer by any means, but with the way Yoongiâs arm tightened around her back, she could tell that he liked the sound of it, his own voice cutting off momentarily when she first began to harmonize with him. She played the rest of the song like that, Yoongi still tucked into the crook of her neck, his eyes closed.
Soaking in the moment, something in his chest unfurling and threatening to burst free, he clung to Y/N, spellbound as she perfectly played the last few measures of the song, gentle silence ringing out in the room when she finished. Unable to move, speak, or breathe, Yoongi went limp when Y/N kissed his forehead, letting him process.Â
âPerfect,â Yoongi managed, squeezing Y/N around her middle, filled with both nostalgia and joy, the artificial moonlight projected in the room somehow feeling so real. âYou really must have practiced hard.â
âWhat can I say? I had the best teacher ever,â Y/N replied, bashfully, happy to hold Yoongi as long as he wanted; even risking missing their dinner reservations.Â
âIâm proud of my student. Sheâs come a long way,â Yoongi murmured, straightening up but still maintaining his possessive hold on her. Melting at the pure adoration on her face, Yoongi couldnât help but cup the side of her face. âMy mom would have loved you.â
Y/Nâs face grew hot, Yoongi felt it under his palm, her lower lip wobbling.Â
âReally?â
âMaybe not as much as I love you, but yeah, she would have. You two have the same heart,â Yoongi smiled, not feeling an ounce of sadness like he usually did on his birthday the previous three years. âWanna know a little bit more about her before we go? We still have time.â
âPlease?â Y/Nâs expression grew eager, Yoongi finding it adorable, pinching her nose playfully.Â
âHer and I lived in a tiny apartment above The Black Lodge, courtesy of the ownerâ Barry was his nameâ I suspect that Barry might have been in love with my mom. Barry was old-school, though, and never acted on anything considering a lot of guys his age thought human and hybrid relationships were taboo,â Y/N pouted, but Yoongi shook his head and rubbed circles on her waist with his thumb.Â
âAnyways, yeah, we lived in a one-bedroom above the bar courtesy of Barry. My mom always insisted I take the bedroom, and sheâd fall asleep on a loveseat in the living room watching old Marilyn Monroe movies. She wouldnât take ânoâ for an answer, ever, just like you. She smoked those long, skinny cigarettes and her favorite drink was a Manhattan. My mom could write a song in twenty minutes, I donât know how she did it. She would sing like her voice came up from the Earthâs crust and flowed through her mouth. And her perfume⊠sheâd always wear something floral to remind her of the spring, when I was born.â
âYour mom sounds glamorous, like a movie star. I bet she was beautiful, too,â Y/Nâs voice was dreamy, thick with emotion. She pictured a woman just as striking as her Yoongi, with the same spotty ears and tail, the same lithe, graceful figure.Â
âMm, she was,â Yoongi agreed, distantly wishing he had a picture of her to show Y/N. âAlright, we should head out. You can ask me more questions on the way there, if you want.â
Y/N nodded enthusiastically, thrilled that Yoongi had opened up to her so much over time. There was something so wonderful about knowing someone on their deeper levels, especially a loved one, so Y/N cherished every tidbit of information Yoongi would offer her. Blissfully, knowing truly nothing could ruin her mood, she let Yoongi wait outside and order the taxi while she bid goodbye to the others in the parlor.Â
âY/N, pretty, one of these days youâre gonna catch a cold,â Seokjin accused from his spot on the floor, wrapped in a throw blanket himself, staring pointedly at her bare legs. Y/N simply shook her head, bending low, and kissed his cheek softly, a feline chirp of pleasure leaving his lips and his orange eyes glowing in the dim light of the living room.Â
âWeâll be back in a little while. Please donât eat the birthday cake until then,â Y/N drove that specific point home by looking directly at Namjoon, who was sheepishly gnawing on his fingernails on the couch, his book forgotten in his lap.Â
âPick me up some?â Jeongguk lifted an empty carton of Marlboro reds in the air, tapping it hollowly, Y/N scowling.Â
âWhatâs the magic word, sweets?â
âFor fu-â Jeongguk coughed when Namjoon sharply thwacked the back of his head with his book. âPlease.â
âI have half a mind to buy you some nicotine patches,â Y/N muttered, accepting a jolty, goofy hug from Hoseok on the leather recliner. âNot to stir the pot, but once again, Jimin. Youâre in charge.â
A series of exasperated groans filled the room as Jimin preened at the responsibility, nodding once at Y/N importantly. Taehyung, all the way at the back of the room by the window overlooking the backyard, was busy fussing over his camera, even if his ears were angled to the sound of her voice.Â
âIâm the eldest, shouldnât I be in charge?â Seokjin sulked, his dark ears downturned just like the full corners of his mouth. Y/N simply snorted, knowing he was just pouting on purpose, giving him one last hair ruffle before starting to the foyer.Â
âIâll be back soon, my sweet boys, alright?â Y/N blew the six hybrids a kiss, the various reactions of amusement and embarrassment making her feel warm and fuzzy as she made her way to the leopard hybrid waiting for her on the porch.Â
âI used to walk by this place on my way to the barber,â Yoongi remarked when the cab dropped them off at the restaurant, Y/N lacing their fingers together and admiring the way the city lights reflected off of his hazel eyes.
âOh yeah? The one who gave you crazy haircuts?â Y/N mussed Yoongiâs long locks, smiling at him widely. âSpeaking of. Never cut your hair short, please.â
âWhy not, you like it like this?â Yoongi smirked devilishly, letting Y/N tug him into the restaurant.
âYeah, it suits you! Donât touch it, Iâll be really mad,â Y/N threatened, approaching the hostessâ booth. âHi, we have an 8:00 reservation under the name Y/L/N.â
The restaurant Y/N found for Yoongiâs birthday was a jazzy hole-in-the-wall, the dining room filled with dim candle light. The place almost looked like a 20âs speakeasy, decked out with cushy red velvet booths, black tables, and old lamps scattered about. Y/N knew where Yoongiâs sight immediately went: the glossy grand piano beside the bar, where a gentleman in a suit was playing something slow and seductive. Still holding his hand, Y/N pulled Yoongi after the hostess, delighted with the intimate booth they ended up in, with a perfect view of the piano.Â
âThis is a lot nicer than The Black Lodge,â Yoongi said dryly, still glancing around curiously, his nose twitching. âWhat kind of food do they have?â
âItalian, baby. Weâre in the North End,â Y/N giggled, nudging his shin under the table and passing him a menu. Yoongi pouted at her teasing, immediately flipping the menu over to check the drink list. âAfter we eat, we can get some pastries to bring home!â
âYou better hide them from the wolf, heâll eat them all,â Yoongi warned, though Y/N had to admit, he was right.Â
âIâll just get extra,â Y/N shrugged, the waitress promptly coming by to take their drink orders. Yoongi picked out a red wine, so Y/N went ahead and ordered the bottle, which had him squirming in his seat uncomfortably. âYou donât like being spoiled, angel?â
âJust not used to it,â Yoongi shook his head, his ears flattening to his head in embarrassment. âBut⊠this is nice. Youâre pretty good at planning birthdays, arenât you, sweetheart?â
âI should turn the talent into a business,â Y/N smirked around the lip of her wine glass, the Pinot Noir coating her throat like velvet. âWhat are you thinking about getting to eat?â
âHmm⊠I feel like you canât go wrong with steak,â Yoongi fiddled with his earrings, scanning the menu thoughtfully.Â
âI think Iâm gonna get the ravioli,â Y/N announced, stomach already growling, Yoongiâs acute hearing picking it up and making him snort. âStop laughing!â
When the waiter returned, he mercifully brought bread and oil, which Y/N happily snacked on with her wine, enjoying both the music and alone time with Yoongi.Â
âHowâs the coaching gig?â
âI donât know yet. The season doesnât start until next week, all Iâve been doing is trying to figure out how to make practice plans. Iâm not even sure Iâm coach material.â
âOf course you are. Youâre the best player on your own team, and kids love you. Besides, you taught me how to play piano in just a few months, youâre a natural born teacher, Yoongi,â Y/N shot down his doubts immediately, Yoongi looking away from her, shy. âI mean it! Youâre patient, encouraging, and you keep me motivated. Youâll do really well.â
âYou trying to butter me up?â Yoongi scoffed, tracking his index finger around the rim of his wine glass, eyes narrowed playfully.Â
âIs it working?â Y/N shot back, leaning slightly across the table, getting a few inches closer to his face. âBesides. Itâs rewarding to make you proud.â
âIs that right?â Yoongi cocked his head, eyes dropping to Y/Nâs hand, where she was tracing the bracelet around his wrist delicately. âCareful, Y/N.â
âIâm not doing anything!â Y/N exclaimed innocently, withdrawing her touch and sitting back with a wink, sipping her wine again.Â
âSo, everything went well during your thing with the wolf and elk?â Yoongi changed the subject, a wicked gleam still in his eyes.Â
âSurprisingly, yes. I wish I could have filmed Jeongguk speaking in Latin for you. It was like watching an exorcism movie,â Y/N joked, Yoongi shaking his head in amusement. âThe family moved back in yesterday. Next week weâre going to meet with them and make sure the cleansing and banishment did its job.â
âWell, I think a âcongratulationsâ is due,â Yoongi refilled both of their wine glasses, Y/N giggling when they clinked them together.Â
The man who was playing the piano finished his song, the intimate restaurant breaking out in polite applause. Y/N specifically looked for a restaurant like that one, one where diners could get up and play if they desired. It seemed Yoongi was realizing what was going on, an elderly woman getting up from her booth and ambling towards the piano with her martini. Her and Yoongi snickered when the woman began to play âSinginâ in the Rainâ, vocalizing into the microphone a tad off-key.Â
Before Y/N could make a comment, their food arrived, which was a good thing since the wine was starting to make her feel flushed and ready to tackle her handsome date. The liquid courage was something she needed, though, as she began to anticipate the surprise she planned for Yoongi, sneaking a look at him while he was mid-bite of his steak. The meal passed by amicably, Yoongi letting her feed him a sliver of ravioli across the table, Y/N happy that she was able to treat Yoongi to a nice birthday dinner after three years of him likely not celebrating the day at all.Â
âEspresso?â The waiter returned to collect the plates once they were done, Y/N nodding, hoping to draw out the dinner just a little longer. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the old woman at the piano begin to get up from the bench, Y/N digging through her purse and standing, causing Yoongi to lift an eyebrow at her.Â
âBe right back,â Y/N breathed, setting off in the direction of the piano before her nerves could get the better of her, sheet music in one of her hands.Â
She could feel eyes on her as she approached the bench, clearing her throat and setting the music on the stand, thankful that the piano was similar to the one she had back at home. Clearing her throat, she scanned the restaurant once, finding Yoongi across the room, staring at her with utter confusion and anticipation. Smiling at him, she leaned towards the microphone.Â
âI hope youâre all having a nice evening,â Y/N began, trying not to cringe at the sound of her own voice. âI wanted to play a song I wrote tonight for someone special to me, on his birthday. This song is called âSoul Recognitionâ.â
With that, Y/N took a deep breath, easing into the first few measures. While at first, she expected to feel nervous and shaky, the mere reminder that Yoongi was watching her play had her relaxing and getting into the flow. Even though she was focused on the sheet music in front of her, she could feel Yoongiâs eyes on her from the other side of the roomâ that unspoken connection she had with him the very inspiration for the songâs title she had finally decided on.Â
Yoongi didnât even register the waiter returning with two small cups of espresso, completely spellbound watching Y/N play a song she composed for him. Completely taken off guard, unaware that his mouth was wide open, all other noise in the restaurant dimmed completely while he drowned in her melody. The song was sweet, yearning, gentle, Y/Nâs hands gliding over the keys smoothly, and the lights of the restaurant reflecting off of her shimmery dress and making her look like a star. Overcome with an intense feeling in his chest, not unlike the one he experienced earlier in the music room, Yoongi stopped breathing and the Earth stilled on its axis. Something clicked into place as he watched her, something both primal and cosmic, and all he could think about was making her his completely.Â
Yoongi didnât even hear the applause all around him when Y/N finished her piece, the ending joyful and full, all he could do was stumble out of the booth, smacking cash onto the table and urgently crossing the restaurant. Y/Nâs eyes went wide, bashful for some reason, meeting Yoongi in the middle. Before she could say anything, her face was in Yoongiâs hands, his lips crashing down on hers desperately, making her whimper in surprise. Y/N could taste something in his kiss, something different, important, and she was floating from it. Not caring about the people watching or the increase in applause at their spectacle, Y/Nâs eyes fluttered shut, kissing him back just as passionately.Â
Yoongi pulled away all too soon, his eyes glassy, and pulled Y/N into his side, happy purrs vibrating through his chest.Â
âDid you like it?â Y/N asked meekly, a little dazed from the kiss, letting him guide her out of the restaurant with haste. Stopping outside, next to a bakery with the smell of chocolate flooding out into the street, Y/N offered Yoongi the hand-written sheet music shyly.Â
âIt was beautiful,â Yoongiâs voice was thick, overwhelmed. âI loved it. Youâre perfect, baby.â
Yoongi cupped her face again, kissing her cheeks with reverence. Her insides igniting, she hummed with satisfaction, his approval and proud tone of voice making the weeks of striking out composition wise worth it.Â
âLetâs get those pastries before we go home. Youâre not leaving my sight tonight, though,â Yoongi warned her, grabbing a hold of her hand, dragging her to the entrance of the bakery. The way he warned her was full of dark promise, almost feral, Y/N deciding she couldnât care less about the pastries.Â
Y/N hardly had time to place the ginormous box of pastries on the kitchen island before Yoongi was hauling her away, making her squeal as he slung her over his shoulder. The house was mostly dark, but it sounded like a few of the hybrids were still watching movies, so the way the leopard hybrid was so brazenly carrying her up the stairs had her cheeks on fire.Â
âYoongi!â Y/N whisper-shouted, the hybrid grunting and pushing the door to his bedroom open, setting her down as soon as they were inside. âW-what are youâ the others!âÂ
Y/N watched Yoongi close and lock his door, distractedly pushing a towel under the threshold, as if that would do anything. A low, bone-chilling growl ripped through his throat at her mention of âthe othersâ Y/Nâs gut tightening at the sound.Â
âItâs still my birthday, youâre still going to spend the rest of it with me, right?â Yoongiâs voice dropped an octave, stalking towards her slowly, Y/N backing up until her knees hit the foot of his bed, staring up at him nervously. âWonât you?â
âYes, Yoongi,â Y/N whispered, entranced. With the sound of his name coming from her lips, Yoongi had that feeling again, one that was taking over him completely.Â
Cocking his head, his gaze dropped to the cardigan slipping over her shoulders, reaching up to push the material off of her, the garment falling to the floor. Shivering at the temperature of the room on her bare shoulders, Y/N swallowed thickly, waiting for him to make the first move. There hadnât been an instance where she had been intimate with Seokjin or Yoongi while the others were in earshot, and the idea of being listened to had adrenaline pulsing through her veins, shamefully.Â
âYoongi,â Y/N squirmed under his scrutiny, taking in every inch of her in the cocktail dress that left little to the imagination.Â
âYouâre gonna have to be quiet,â Yoongi sighed, as if the thought somewhat disappointed him, a fingertip sliding slowly up the side of her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath her skin. âThink you can do that?â
âAnything for you,â Y/N admitted without hesitation, watching his expression soften. Deciding to act on her own, Y/N leaned forward up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around Yoongiâs neck, giving a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. âLove you.â
Yoongi shuddered, cupping her hips, letting her kiss him gently, Y/N pouring all the love she had for him into the gesture. He returned it in kind, pulling her impossibly close, swiping his tongue along her lower lip heavily. Y/N was already failing at his request for her to be quiet, tiny mewls falling into Yoongiâs mouth, making him smirk against her. Winding her fingers in his hair, Y/N pressed her body even closer to him, feeling his chest rumble beneath her.Â
âLay down, baby,â Yoongi mumbled against her lips, lightly pushing on her hips, causing her knees to buckle and her to collapse backwards on his bed.Â
She watched, heat flashing over her skin, as Yoongi stared down at her, methodically unbuttoning his black dress shirt, the sight of his chest being revealed bit by bit drying up her mouth. Planting her feet on the bed, she brought her knees together, attempting to rub her thighs together for friction, Yoongiâs pupils dilated at the sight.Â
âEager?â Yoongi teased, pushing his dress shirt off his shoulders, licking his lips. He couldnât deny that he, himself, was nearly bursting at the seams.Â
âAlways,â Y/N looked up at him through her eyelashes, ready for him to pounce on her. âCome here.â
Grunting, unable to hold himself back, Yoongi was on top of her in a heartbeat, his lips crushing hers, Y/N arching upwards into his chest, tracing her hands all over his silky, feverish skin. Flicking her tongue against the roof of his mouth, Yoongi made a choked noise of pleasure, pressing his hips into hers.Â
âI love you, baby,â Yoongi murmured, tucking his face into her neck and sponging the sensitive flesh with kisses, Y/N writing beneath him. âLetâs get you out of this pretty dress, hmm?â
Yoongi sat back on his heels, Y/N sitting up slightly and putting her arms in the air, waiting for Yoongi to strip the fabric from her body. Mouth watering at the sight of the swollen petals of her lips and the glazed look in her eyes, her pounding heartbeat was music to Yoongiâs ears. Sliding his hands up her thighs, Yoongi got a hold of the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head, Y/Nâs face on fire when she remembered she didnât wear a bra with her outfit. Yoongi, however, groaned thickly, pushing on her hips again, making her fall back against the pillows with a squeak.Â
Immediately, his mouth was on her chest, Y/N biting down on her fist when his lips wrapped around a nipple, whimpering as his sharpened canines scraped over the sensitive bud. Yoongi was usually a talker in the bedroom, but the mood was different that night, like he was trying to taste every inch of her. Gliding her free hand through his hair, Y/N made pathetic, small noises as he had his way with her chest.Â
âY-yoongi,â Y/N felt her lace underwear sticking to her center already, though truthfully, they had grown damp the moment he kissed her in the restaurant. Tongue passing over one of the ridges of her ribs, Yoongi hummed in response, enjoying being completely tangled up in her.Â
Gasping sharply, she felt Yoongi cup her through her panties, lips returning to her mouth, his tongue rolling against hers sensually. Swallowing the noises she was making, Yoongi growled at the wetness seeping through her panties, tracing a circle around her clothed clit. Y/N cried out, her embarrassment clear as day on her face when she realized the sound was anything but quiet, Yoongi lowly chuckling against her throat.
âQuiet, baby,â Yoongi reminded her, though he did absolutely nothing to encourage her to actually be quiet when he pushed the gusset of her panties to the side and dipped his fingers between her soaked folds. Hips bucking into his hand, Y/N looked at her leopard hybrid imploringly, eyebrows pulled together as he touched her.Â
âFuck,â Yoongi groaned, easily sliding a finger into her sopping cunt, Y/N clawing at his chest and leaving red scratches in her wake. âMissed this pussyâŠâ
Y/N couldnât hold back the mewls she was making, especially when he added a second digit to join the first, thumb pressing down sharply on her clit. Tears pricking the corners of her eyes, frustrated she couldnât be as vocal as she wanted to be, she bit down on Yoongiâs shoulder when he curled his fingers into her G-spot.Â
He worked her up slowly, the lewd sounds of her wetness slipping into his palm driving him absolutely crazy. Biting down on Yoongiâs shoulder didnât work for long as the coil in her abdomen began to tighten, a shuddering moan filling the bedroom, Yoongi hissing and withdrawing his fingers from her cunt, a dismayed whine falling from Y/Nâs lips. Before she could complain, Yoongi was pulling her panties off of her body, balling them up, and while her mouth was still open, Yoongi pushed the fabric into her mouth. Eyes bugging out of her head, Y/N was trembling beneath the leopard hybrid, who appeared quite smug that he managed to gag her.Â
âThere we go, huh?â Yoongi cooed, stroking through her folds again, Y/N yanking at the belt loops of his dress pants and unintelligibly groaning something. âWhatâs that? Wanna cum?â
Y/N nodded eagerly, Yoongiâs dark, condescending chuckle making her ears burn. Contrary to his question, he didnât slip his fingers back into her weeping cunt, instead he teasingly traced her entrance, Y/N throwing her head back in frustration. Yoongi was close to losing his own patience, hastily ridding himself of his pants, tossing them somewhere behind him.Â
Saliva soaking the fabric of her ruined panties, Y/N ached to take the gag out of her mouth, but Yoongi shot her a warning look, so she simply squirmed on the bed and nearly choked on the panties when he settled his hips against hers, rolling them. Yoongi nearly collapsed at the friction, and Y/N keened at the sensation of his bulge colliding against her tacky core, desperate for him to be inside her already.Â
âThatâs a good girl, behaving,â Yoongi mumbled into her ear, kissing just below it while a free hand squeezed at her breast. âDonât worry, Iâll take the gag out soon. Wanna hear you when you cum for me, baby.â
Feeling wetness gushing out of her in response to his filthy words, she tried to implore him to get on with it with her eyes. Rolling his hips against her again, the two of them writing together like desperate teenagers, Y/N ran her hands down Yoongiâs toned back, the leopard hybrid sharply biting down on her clavicle when her fingertips brushed the base of his tail, his hips stuttering.Â
âF-fuck, Y/N,â Yoongi whined, Y/N never hearing him sound so needy. Using her fingernails, she lightly scraped through the silky fur, Yoongi finally snapping.Â
Shucking his boxers off, Y/Nâs mouth filled with saliva as she watched his erection spring up from the material. Distractedly, Yoongi peeled her panties out of her mouth, Y/N gasping for air when he hooked one of her legs around his waist. Again, Yoongi kissed her, a flurry of tongue and teeth, needing to taste her, to consume her. Y/N could hardly keep up, holding him tightly around the neck, the coolness of his silver chain hitting her in the face as he lined himself up. Breath catching, she moaned into Yoongiâs plush lips as he pushed in, his teeth gritting at the tight fit.Â
âFuck, baby,â Yoongi panted, planting one of his palms beside her face for leverage, the walls of her cunt spasming around him as she got used to his size. âSo goodââ
âPlease, please,â Y/N whimpered, trying to keep her tone in check so he wouldnât gag her again. Yoongiâs ears fluttered at her sweet, ruined voice, the grip he had on her thigh hooked around his waist bruising. âBabyâŠâ
Biting on the inside of his cheek, Yoongi knew what she wanted without her having to vocalize it. Slowly, he rolled his hips, the drag of her walls around his cock intoxicating, both of them breathing heavily into each otherâs mouths. It was the look on her face that had Yoongi control dissolving into nothing, the look of complete and utter love, and with a snarl, he tucked his nose into her neck, snapping his hips more harshly into hers.Â
âBaby, my baby,â Yoongi moaned into her throat, tasting sweat on her skin. Wild, being driven crazy by the muffled cries she was trying to keep in check with a hand pressed over her lips, Yoongi found himself babbling and unleashing the emotions he was feeling the entire night. âI love you so much. My mate.â
Y/N gasped, and it had nothing to do with how his cock was hitting every sweet spot inside of her, it was his words. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Y/N kissed him, relishing in the feline purrs of elation he was making.Â
âM-mate?â Y/N managed breathlessly, arching into him when his pelvis brushed against her clit with each stroke, his lips in her hair.Â
âMm-hmm. Mate, youâre mine,â Yoongi mumbled deliriously, the pitch of her moans telling him she wasnât going to last much longer. âForever, baby.â
With a hand around her throat, Yoongi pinned her to the mattress, the speed of his thrusts picking up, a feral sort of possession beginning to take over him darkly. By then, he didnât care if the whole neighborhood heard what they were doing, focused solely on pleasuring his mate. With the weight of his palm on her throat and the way he angled the tip of his cock directly into her G-spot, Y/N was clenching around him unexpectedly, the strength of her orgasm taking the wind out of her.Â
âThatâs it, baby, cum for me, my sweet mate,â Yoongi lightly squeezed the sides of her throat, not far behind her, truthfully. âShit. Iâmââ
âYoongi,â Y/Nâs voice was broken, her skin covered in a thin coat of sweat, and when she leaned up to kiss him again, Yoongi was gone. Hips stilling, he came with a ruined moan, Y/N shivering at the sensation of his hot cum filling her, pressing shaky kisses to the side of his face as pleasure tore through him violently.Â
Collapsed on top of her and not entirely sure he could move, Yoongi tried to catch his breath as Y/N tenderly ran her fingers through his hair, her own chest heaving beneath him. The feeling he had earlier in the day, the unfurling of something from inside, he realized what it was the second she finished playing the song she wrote from her. Y/N was his mate, and he admittedly should have figured that out sooner, but the realization had all the stars in his sky lining up. There had never been a time where Yoongi felt closer to his animalistic side rather than human, which he used to be afraid of showing to Y/N. But there she was, accepting of him with wide open arms and unconditional acceptance. His mate could be no one but her.Â
âAm I really⊠your mate?â Y/N asked hesitantly, after several minutes of enjoying post-coital bliss. She didnât really care that Yoongiâs heavy body was crushing her, simply letting him hide away from the world in the crook of her neck, here he was still mouthing away at the skin. Pausing, Yoongi pulled away slightly, worry creasing his brow.Â
âDoes that bother you?â Yoongi asked carefully, Y/N blanching and immediately shaking her head.Â
âAbsolutely not, why would it? I adore you, Yoongi,â Y/N insisted, brushing sweaty hair out of his face. Relaxing again, Yoongi purred, nudging the tip of her nose with his.Â
ââM tired,â Yoongi mumbled, Y/N wincing when he pulled out of her, blindly reaching for a towel on the floor to mop up the mess between her legs. âYouâre gonna stay with me, right?â
âIs that another birthday wish, angel?â Y/N teased, Yoongi grumbling and rolling off of her, gathered the crumpled quilt at the foot of his bed and pulled it up over the two of them, effectively keeping Y/N there. âToo tired to quip back?â
âSmart mouth,â Yoongi offered, opening up his arms and looking at her through lidded eyes. âLemme hold you.â
Snickering, Y/N wiggled closer to her leopard hybrid, resting her cheek on his chest, pouting at the red lines she left on his skin. Tracing them softly, she pressed a kiss to one of the marks, Yoongiâs arms snaking around her middle.Â
âThank you for writing me a song,â Yoongi broke the silence, holding her tight.Â
âThank you for writing me one. Itâs about time you had one too,â Y/N replied, Yoongiâs chest shaking with quiet laughter at the response. Yawning, she felt sated, lax in his arms, and while she was in for an interesting morning encountering the others, it was one of the furthest things from her mind. âLove you.â
Yoongi didnât respond with words, instead, he kissed the top of her head, drawing patterns over her waist until her breathing evened out, making sure she was asleep before he allowed himself to drift off into a dreamless sleep.Â
Sunday was the day of the week Y/N had laundry duty, and she was knee-deep in dirty socks. Thankfully, she had a helper with her, even if the rest of her housemates accused him of somehow helping Y/N âcheatâ at laundry duty. Grimacing at a particularly dirty pair of socks, she tossed them into the wash, Seokjin helpfully tossing scented laundry beads into the machine with a smile.Â
âDid you finish your book for tomorrowâs meeting, honey?â Y/N asked him, Seokjin wrinkling his nose at one of Jiminâs muddy socks.Â
âYeah, it was a pretty quick read this week,â Seokjin replied, a cute grin on his face when Y/N shut the washerâs lid, leaning against it leisurely. âThis week isnât going to be as busy for you, is it?â
âNo, thankfully. Last week was nuts,â Y/N sighed, placing the detergent back on the shelf. âI told you I switched around my work days, right? Iâm going to do Tuesdays-Thursdays, not including the odd consultation here and there.â
âI remember you telling me, yes,â Seokjin tickled her sides, wanting to see her smile. âFour day weekends, thatâll be nice!â
Squeaking, she felt Seokjin unexpectedly pick her up by her hips, spinning her around and setting her on top of the dryer. Now eye-level with him, Y/N blushed, straightening out the collar of his loose tee-shirt.Â
âIt will be. More time to spend with you,â Y/N agreed. More time for her to spend with all of them. Seokjin handed her a pair of jeans to foldâ Yoongiâs, by the look of them, making Y/N pause and think about her leopard hybrid again.Â
Ever since Yoongi called her his mate, there was little else she thought about. Not only that, but it had her thinking about ruts again; when Yoongi would have his, she would be the one he would spend it with. Going stiff, she halted her folding, Seokjin raising an eyebrow at her while he placed a folded graphic tee of Jeonggukâs on the shelf.Â
âSomething on your mind, pretty girl?â Seokjinâs tail wound around his leg curiously, Y/N jolted out of her thoughts. Seokjin, out of all of her hybrids, was one of the easiest to confide in. Recalling her phone conversation with Ben, she decided to ask her burning questions after all.Â
âYeah, actually. Can I ask you a couple of things? About hybrids,â Y/N twitched on top of the dryer, all of Seokjinâs attention on her at once. He nodded straight away, predictably.Â
âUm, how do I put thisâŠâ Y/N started, embarrassed. âYou know what? Screw it. I wanted to ask about ruts. Is there a specific, um, I donât know. Procedure to go through? Like if one of you wants a partner to help you through it, who do I contact?â
Seokjinâs neck colored bright red, apparently not expecting questions like that. An array of reactions played across his handsome face: bashfulness, disbelief, and pure shock.Â
âIâ I donât know about the others, pretty, but when mine happens, I,â he swallowed, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. âWell, Iâd hope that you would be the one to help me through it. I wouldnât want anybody else.â
Taking a second to process that, Y/N grew hot, Seokjin uttering the last part of his response as if the idea of spending his rut with anyone else was completely repulsive.Â
âYou wouldnât?â Y/N clarified stupidly, Seokjin making a feline noise of annoyance.Â
âOf course not. Youâre the only one for me, pretty,â Seokjin drove home, squeezing her knee. âAs for the others⊠Well, when their times come, Iâm sure if they need something, theyâll tell you. Mmm?â
âSo⊠how do you know when it will happen?âÂ
âHonestly, the instinct, or ruts in general I should say, usually donât kick in full-force for us until we meet someone we feel strongly about romantically. Prior to that, itâs usually just a week or so of secluded âdowntimeâ, if you will. Mine has never been strong enough to need a partner, but I suspect that will change now that Iâm with youâŠâ Seokjin explained, Y/N hanging off every word.
âBecause of me?â
âWell, yes,â Seokjin pinched her cheek. âOf course.â
âOkay. That answers my questions at the moment,â Y/N mumbled, skin still on fire.Â
Seokjin snorted, recovering smoothly from the bombshell she dropped on him, stepping forward to kiss the tip of her nose. Eyes fluttering shut, she soaked in his clean scent, appreciating the way he never teased her about matters surrounding her lack of knowledge on hybrids.
âAlright, letâs finish up in here. Iâm gonna teach you how to make sourdough today, remember, pretty girl?â Seokjin pushed another pair of jeans into her lap, winking.Â
The woman standing in front of her, Namjoon, and Jeongguk seemed like an entirely different one from the one in their memories. Ms. Sandersâ Erikaâ no longer had purplish circles under her eyes, her posture wasnât shrunken, and she flung the front door to her house open with confidence. Stunned, her and her two hybrids lingered on the concrete porch, the woman eagerly gesturing them inside.Â
âOh my goodness. I donât know what to say. The house is like a completely different home,â Erika rushed out, Y/N breathing in the crisp, fresh air in the living room with deep satisfaction. âI cannot thank you three enough. Whatever you did worked completely.â
âSo, everything has been going well since last Wednesday when you moved back in?â Y/N sought to confirm, sitting beside Jeongguk on the couch and accepting a mug of tea from the young mother gratefully.Â
âTommyâs nightmares stopped. Julieâs coming out of her shell again. I havenât seen a single shadow, or heard any knocking on the walls. I canât believe it,â Erika gushed, glancing at the three of them like they were her saviors. Jeongguk, beside her, fidgeted in his seat in reaction to the attention, while Namjoon stood off to the side, sipping his mug of tea with pink ears.Â
âIâm so happy to hear that. I brought you a few things, just to give you an added layer of protection. I made these amulets for you and the children to wear when leaving the house, and Jeongguk has added some incense from the church to this bag for you to burn as well,â Y/N handed the mother a gift bag, which she accepted gratefully.Â
Jeongguk explained how and when to use the incense, and Namjoon answered a few questions about the investigation, but after the tea was finished, Y/N and her hybrids took that as their cue to leave. Erika was in the middle of giving Y/N a very tight hug when the sound of footsteps came bounding down the stairs, making the three of them pause by the door. Tommy appeared in front of them, looking well-rested and healthy, holding onto his toy robot and staring up at Namjoon with complete awe. Y/N watched, stunned, as Tommy threw his arms around Namjoon, pressing his cheek into the wolf hybridâs stomach, Jeonggukâs smoky chuckle filling the room as Namjoon went statue-still, hesitantly patting the young boyâs back.Â
âOh, I mentioned he loves wolves, didnât I?â Erika clasped a hand over her mouth, her eyes misty but expression joyful.Â
Y/Nâs eye caught the top of the stairs, where Julie was leaning against the banister. The teenager nodded, just once, at her and Jeongguk, her subtle thank-you to them. Once Tommy managed to peel himself from Namjoon, the three of them were leaving the Sandersâ home for the final time, the small family waving at them from the living room window as they pulled away in the van.Â
âOw. Shit,â Jeongguk hissed from the backseat, Y/N flinching at the sound of his strained voice and promptly flying from her seat beside Namjoon to see what was wrong with the elk hybrid.Â
To her horror, there was blood leaking from his hairline into his face, and he was poking around the base of his antlers again. Or antler, she realized, as one of them had fallen from his head and clattered to the floor, blood staining the vanâs carpet.
âOh my god! What happened?!â Y/N rushed over to him, cupping his face frantically. âDid you bump into something? What am I gonna do?â
Jeongguk grabbed her wrist, grimacing.Â
âIâm fine, kiddo. Remember when I shed my velvet? I shed the antlers in the spring. Theyâll grow back. It just hurts like a bitch when they fall out,â Patting her wrist, Jeongguk winced when the second antler fell to the floor, more blood spilling onto his forehead. âYou can let go, Iâm not dying.â
Reeling, the spots where his antlers once were gory and painful looking. As per his request, she released his face, staring at the antlers on the ground. Bending, she picked them up, Jeongguk clicking his tongue at her while he dabbed his face with a tissue.Â
âJust chuck those out the window,â he muttered indifferently, Y/N scowling at him.Â
âAbsolutely not. What if I wanna keep them? Theyâre pretty!â Jeongguk stared at her like she grew a second head.Â
âWhat, are you gonna make a lamp out of them or something?â
âNo, you jerk. I donât know, maybe Iâll put them on my altar,â Y/N held the antlers away from him, worried heâd try to take them out of her grasp. âYou donât look nearly as threatening without them, by the way.â
Indeed, now the only thing on the top of Jeonggukâs head were his tapered chestnut-colored ears, which were twitching cutely at the sound of her voice. She wondered when his antlers grew back, if heâd look like Bambi, his doe eyes and all.Â
âFine. Do whatever you want with them,â Jeongguk held his hands up, but there was faint color on his high cheekbones.Â
âI will,â Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, marching back to the passenger seat. Namjoon glanced at the antlers in her lap with minor interest, amusement clear as day on his face. âWanna get hot pot again before we go home?â Namjoon ended up really liking the restaurant, and she felt like having a celebratory lunch.Â
âWith me looking like this? Are you serious?â Jeongguk was incredulous, gesturing to the blood caked in his hair through the rearview mirror.
âWhy not? Fits your goth agenda,â Y/N teased, Namjoon absolutely losing it beside her, eyes scrunching up into crescent moons.Â
âGoth agenda? Are you trying to push your luck today?â
âYes,â Y/N sang, noting that Namjoon was already driving in the direction of the restaurant. âAnd Iâll continue to.â
Yoongi wiped the sleep from his eyes, blindly stumbling towards the music room before he went downstairs for his coffee. He was in the middle of composing something new to teach Y/N, and wanted to retrieve his book of blank sheet music to work on over breakfast. Truly still waking up, he didnât notice that Taehyung was in the room until he caught a whiff of the Kodiak hybridâs scent. Pausing at the threshold of the door, Yoongi was surprised Taehyung didnât flee the room as soon as Yoongi walked in. The Kodiak hybrid appeared deep in thought, the record he was playing on the turntable scratching uselessly on the label, like he had already listened through that side already.Â
âUh⊠hey,â Yoongi greeted him, noticing the tired look on the other hybridâs face. Not expecting a response, since Taehyung pretty much avoided him since finding out about him and Y/N, Yoongi shrugged, heading to the piano to scoop up what he needed.Â
âHowâs Y/N lately?â Taehyung startled Yoongi by speaking gruffly, the leopard hybrid not understanding where he was going with that question.Â
âWhy donât you ask her yourself? You live under the same roof,â Yoongi raised his eyebrows, Taehyung snorting sardonically.Â
âI donât think she wants to talk to me,â Taehyung pushed a hand through his dark curls, Yoongi rolling his eyes. Yoongi was fed up with the Kodiak hybridâs behavior, how it was affecting Y/N, and how oblivious the kid was in general.
âAnd why do you think that is? You avoid her like the plague. Sheâs just giving you the space youâre practically begging for,â Yoongi crossed his arms across his chest, tail curling around him agitatedly.Â
âI justâ I donât know. Iâve been trying to keep myself busy, I met someone, but sheâsâŠâ Yoongi let the wheels begin to turn in Taehyungâs head, trying not to be impatient. âSheâsââ
âSheâs not Y/N,â Yoongi finished bluntly, not sufficiently caffeinated enough for that conversation. Taehyung flinched like he was electrocuted, looking at Yoongi with alarm.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Taehyung accused, heart racing.Â
âWhat do you mean, Taehyung?â Yoongi threw his hands up, exasperated. âAvoiding her, trying to distract yourself with someone else. You need to just admit it to yourself, or youâre gonna develop an ulcer.â
âAdmit what?â Taehyung spat, aggravated, standing and sizing up the leopard hybrid.Â
âThat youâre in love with her, dumbass.â
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BTS fic recs: July 2024
Hi! Thank you so much for looking at my fic recsâ I truly hope you find something that you havenât read, or something to reread maybe? Please show all of these wonderful authors some love on their original post to let them know they made something wonderful âš
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Emoji meaning â angst = đ©ïž, smut = đ„”, fluff = đ„°, comedy = đ, yandere = đ, thriller/dark = đ», fantasy = đȘ.
âOurs @worldwidemochiguy [3.4k] // knj x f.reader x myg x jhs // est. relationship, polyamorous, yandere, criminal!au, university!au // đ„”đ
đ youâve always known that Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok are âdangerousâ, but when one of your classmates decides to try and approach you, you learn just how dangerous they really areâŠ.
đšïž utter delicious filth. That is what this is đ„” really good, and I weirdly wanna know more about all of rap lineâs background đ but holy shit, the smut đ„
âNext Level, Space Level @back2bluesidex [1.4k] // knj x f.reader // idol!au, cheating!au // đ„”đ©ïž
đ how can Namjoon deny you when you are ready to give yourself to him?
đšïž I feel so bad for Jimin đ I hate cheating, but the story was really good and I loved that Namjoon knew and felt it was wrong, but poor man wouldnât help himself in the end đ OC was indeed a siren in this one đ
â1-Year Anniversary @johobi [7.8k] // knj x f.reader // est. relationship // đ„”đ„°
đ your 1-year anniversary is fast approaching and youâre determined to gift Namjoon the one thing he would never dare ask for.Â
đšïž omg this was so utterly amazing and hot đ„”âš Another favorite and I loved everything about it đŻđ
âEmbrace @rmnamjoons [3.9k] // knj x f.reader // bf2l, idol!au // đ„”đ„°
đ you and Namjoon have been best friends for years, and youâve been secretly in love with him basically the entire time. You both love cuddling and being close, much to the amusement of your friends, but to you, being with Namjoon like this means everything. Youâve always believed that Namjoon didnât feel the same way as you, no matter how much you wanted him to, but maybe there is actually something else behind Namjoonâs cuddles, other than just innocent friendship.
đšïž this is so fucking soft, cute and sweet and the smut is just so tender đ„č a really awesome read and I really love it! Might read this one again sometime âšđŻđ
âMy Only Wish @ppersonna [15.1k] // knj x f.reader // e2l, fake dating!au, coworkers!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ there are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange⊠But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoonâs girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug.
đšïž the way that I am screaming and kicking because of how incredibly awesome this was đâš The tension? The built up?? God. That tension was so fucking thick and hot, I was going feral through most of the reading. I mean, what isnât there to love in this one? Amazing, I loved it so fucking much itâs illegal đŻđđ„č
âEverything I Brew, I Brew it for You @angelicyoongie [2.1k] // ksj x f.reader // f2l, witch!au // đ„°đȘ
đ left intentionally blank by the author.
đšïž oh this was really cute and I loved their chemistry đ„čđ„°
â10 Years @yoonpobs [7.2k] // ksj x f.reader // brotherâs best friend // đ©ïž
đ 10 years change people but you still remember.
đšïž I really like this because of the angst and tension in it and also, because of the ending! So so good, and I love that oc is being true to herself đ„čâš Itâs really angsty and on the sad side!
âReunion Sex @jeonsbabygirlsworld [1.7k] // ksj x f.reader // est. relationship, marriage!au // đ„”
đ Seokjin has been now out from his military service, but he has buried himself with work and you miss him, miss sex.
đšïž so hot đ„”
âIâm All Yours @sailoryooons [2.3k] // ksj x f.reader // bf2l, idiots2lovers // đ„°
đ youâve been in love with your best friend Jin for as long as you can remember. You know everything about him â except that he is also entirely in love with you. Â
đšïž soft, cute, sweet, sugary fluff đ Itâs so good, perfect and amazing. Loved it đ đŻ
âSit. Stay. @daechwitatamic [14k] // ksj x f.reader // s2l, neighbors!au // đ„°đ„”đ©ïž
đ your new puppy, Zinnia, has turned your world on its head. Sheâs ruined everything from your sleep schedule to your favorite shoes, and you know itâs your own failure to train her properly. When your cute upstairs neighbor tells you about a local obedience academy, he slowly starts to make himself a place in your schedule, your life, and your heart. After your last relationship went up in flames, will his affections be something else you can count as a failure?Â
đšïž this was so fucking cute đ„č The plot was super cute and sweet, oc with her puppy, meeting Seokjin đ„č It was just so fluffy, I feel so warm and giddy after reading this. I loved it and a new favorite hands down đŻđ
âThose Eyes Chico [ongoing series] @kookslastbutton [n/a] // myg x f.reader // idol!au, coworkers2f2l, slowburn, forbidden love // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ as the new marketing director for Min Yoongiâs upcoming D-Day album & tour, youâre expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldnât be a problemâyouâre the best in the business and youâre used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines youâve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?
đšïž this is so so so incredibly good! Itâs very cute and soft and itâs so nice to explore their relationship. Iâve read the first three chapters and theyâre so good! I canât wait to read more of this series âš
âWhirlwind @ysljoon [3.1k]Â // myg x f.reader // e2l // đ„”
đ with a hurricane coming your way towards your state, your roommate provides a safe haven to the man youâve despised for as long as you can remember.
đšïž fucking hell, I love forced proximity đ and then you throw enemies to lovers in it? With Yoongi?? âš I loved the plot and the smut too! Jimin was indeed a sneaky little thing, and I think he planned this all along lol đ Seriously loved it đ
âSTEAM [completed series] @hoseoksluna [n/a] // myg x f.reader x jjk // est. relationship, threesome // đ©ïžđ„”
đ one video call awakens your neediness for two cocks.
đšïž Iâve finally read the whole thing and it was so fucking damn amazing! Incredible! Thereâs a lot of angst though, but itâs so so good.
âBetween the Titles @highvern [9.5k] // myg x f.reader // f2l, university!au, library!au // đ„”đ„°đ
đ five days a week in the library means you're very familiar with the senior research librarian. It also means he has no qualms about making his own book recommendations either.
đšïž wow omg this one is amazing đ It is super cute, and funny too!!! I loved the extra books oc and Yoongi gave each other, very passive aggressive flirting and the titles was fucking hilarious đ I fucking loved it! Everything about it, the writing, the tension between oc and Yoongi, roommate Tae, Jungkook, well, everything was just so fucking perfect âšđŻ
âThree Tangerines [series; ongoing] @kithtaehyung [n/a] // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brotherâs best friend!au, age gap!au // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°
đ throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brotherâs older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong⊠and this wasnât a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.
đšïž 3tan is back on the list!!! đ„° In case you havenât read the new extra âLollipopâ please go do it now, itâs so fucking good, sweet and dirty âš
âSonic Rain @jungblue [25k] // jhs x f.reader // s2l, dancer!au, college!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ feeling as if molasses coats his bones isnât a good metaphor for a dance major like Hoseok, but maybe youâre the girl that can wash his troubles away⊠Now if only heâd gotten your damn number.
đšïž wow. This was so freaking amazing Iâm slightly speechless! The plot was amazing, their chemistry exceptional. I really loved how cheeky and bratty MC was đ„” and the rain? Dancing in the rain? I just imagined that step up rain scene đ I loved Jimin and Sana too, such good and supportive friends and Hobi to them too đ„č And the smutâŠ.. Fuuuuccckkk it was so good đđ„” If you havenât read this one, please do it now! âšđŻ
âJealous @jamaisjoons [3.4k] // jhs x f.reader // idol!au, est. relationship, pwp // đ„”
đ Hoseokâs jealousy really brings out the dom in him.
đšïž whaaaaat đ„”đ„”đ„”
âBlue Side @hamsterclaw [7.7k] // jhs x f.reader // brotherâs best friend, criminal!au // đ„”đ©ïž
đ Hoseok's always known you as Namjoon's little sister. One day, he realises you're more than a match for him.
đšïž oh my, my palms were sweaty and my heart was beating so fast while I read this! The pacing and wording was so good! I loved the action scenes, the racing and all the projection from both Namjoon and Hobi đ„č so sweet đ„č I really loved it đ
âBlue Side Next Door @scriptaed [24.1k] // jhs x f.reader // f2l, neighbors!au // đ©ïžđ„°
đ between the windows of two souls, one with a perpetually lone heart and another with the scar of an unfaithful partner, the blue side overlooking the roof of their neighborhood best friend is a solace that has stood against the test of time. they were there to lend the other a shoulder to cry on, to spend the entirety of dawn whispering the night away, and to treat them in a way they deserved, a way no one else was capable of; because for the two childhood friends blinded by the thin line between friends and lovers, the soulmate theyâve both been searching for far and wide has always been right next door all along.
đšïž this was so cute, sweet and fluffy, a bit bittersweet at times, but damn, it was just so cute đ„č It was a lovely and fantastic read âšđŻ
âExposed @jeonsweetpea [4.9k]Â // jhs x f.reader // idol!au, coworkers2l // đ„”
đ you oversleep instead of getting ready for an interview shooting and your stylist is not pleased. The two of you rush to the elevator, only for it to break down. Now you both are trapped and he decides to give you a punishment.
đšïž WOW HELLO??? đ„” How Hoseok seamlessly switches between devilish Hoseok and angelic Hobi was so fun and hot, damn. He was really a menace to oc, but fuck it was so fucking hot đ„” I really loved it đ
âGleaming Silver @crystaljins [3.5k]Â // pjm x f.reader // f2l, pirate!au, mermaid!au // đ„°đȘ
đ you love and trust your captain above all. But perhaps heâs not the man- or rather human you thought him to be.
đšïž this is a short one, but itâs so fucking cute. Thereâs some lore in it too, and itâs just so good! You have to read it âš
âInnocence @swanlakebaby [2.6k]Â // pjm x f.reader // est. relationship, virgin!au // đ„°đ„”
đ jimin taking your innocence.
đšïž okay this a was really sweet and cute idol!au đ„čđ„°
âJust a Little Bit of Love (is all you really need) @gukyi [4.5k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, gymnastics/dancer!au // đ„°
đ jiminâs something of a legend at gymnastics, but suddenly you walk in and turn his whole world upside down. quite literally, might i add.Â
đšïž this is so freaking cute and sweet đ€đ„č Itâs completely SFW, and so so good!Â
ïżœïżœïżœThe Underneath @sailoryooons [1.7k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, monster!jimin, thriller/horror // đ„°
đâBattle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.â â Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil OR there is a monster under your bed and you've looked back at it for too long.Â
đšïž this was so so good! Itâs very thrillery with undertones of horror. I really liked it âš
âCherry Blossoms @chateautae [12k] // pjm x f.reader // magic!au, mentor!jimin // đ„°đ„”đ©ïžđȘ
đ despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the schoolâs chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic universityâs top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of artâfucking.
đšïž omg đ perfection?? That is what this was! The story and plot is cool and cohesive, the dynamic between MC and Jimin, damn it was hot! She doesnât really believe in herself, but he believes in her, and tries to get her to see her own potential đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č Cute! But then it gets filthy! And hot! Thereâs rain!!!! Thereâs smut in the rain! What more can I ask for?? âš It was just amazing! I loved it! Also all the magic, MCâs ability and then Jiminâs magic! Theyâre almost a contrast to each other, which I also really like! This is hands down one of my all time favorites!!! đŻđâš
âCoffee Rings @tteokggukk [1.7k]Â // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, grief!au, deceased reader // đ©ïž
đ itâs been a year since you and taehyung went your separate ways, but todayâs your birthday and he misses you more than ever. though he never really liked coffee, he drinks them now because it reminds him of you. to pass the time, he heads over to your favorite coffee shop at one in the morning. what he did not expect, however, was to see you walking in, smiling at him.
đšïž I cried okay đ it is sad, and cute, but mostly sad đ but it was really good âš
âKiss Me @euphoriyoongi [2.5k]Â // kth x f.reader // e2l // đ©ïžđ„°
đ you and Taehyung didnât get along ever since you met. But as you both carried on with your life, it seemed like fate tied both of you together. One night you both discover your true feelings.
đšïž this was so sweet and cute, it almost made me tear up đ„ș really beautiful and I loved it đ
âThe Phantom @darkestcorners [8.1k]Â // kth x f.reader // s2l, yandere, horror, paranormal // đ©ïžđđ»
đ spending Halloween serving preteens greasy popcorn and cleaning spilled soda off the carpets isnât what you had in mind for a fun night. But lucky for you, your night is about to get real interesting when a series of unfortunate events start occurring throughout the movie theater and your soon to uncover the horrifying curse that surrounds your part-time job.
đšïž if youâre into thriller and yandere stories, this one might be for you! I was at the edge of my seat with this one and my heart was beating so damn fast trying to uncover what was happening while I read. It was a little bit predictable, but the ending blew my mind (and surprised me) âš
âWaterloo @kinktae [13k] // kth x f.reader // s2l, photographer!au, art!au, slowburn, romcom // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°đ
đ Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesnât believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story. Or, âWell, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love.â
đšïž such a beautiful love story đ„čđ I loved everything about it, how oc was not giving a shit about Taehyung, and how that in fact drew him in đ„°âš And damn the ending, I loved it so much đ„čđđŻ
âGood for Me @icedmatchatae [7.8k] // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, bad boy!au // đ„”đ„°
đ you went home for the weekend, leaving a pissed-off and bruised-up Taehyung dry and devastated. So what does he do?âfollow you home. Insane? Probs, but youâre always good for him so why not?
đšïž weeee damn the smut was so hot in this one đ„” also, this is almost like a âforbiddenâ relationship đ€ I liked it very much đ
âChasing Cars [ongoing series] @oddinary4bts [n/a] // jjk x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
đšïž are you really surprised to find this here again? đ I do have stuff to add this month, so! I really truly love everything that Ella writes, and this series deals with so much trauma, itâs insane. Itâs really heavy, but itâs so beautiful and delicate too?? I highly recommend reading itâ itâs still ongoing (on chapter 12 out of 18). Youâre in for a ride though, itâs pretty emotional. But itâs so human. It feels so real, deep and haunting. Itâs amazing âš
âBite Me, Jeon @sailoryooons [19.3k] // jjk x f.reader // f2l, vampire!au, college!au // đ„”đ©ïžđ»đȘ
đ somehow you convince Jeon Jungkook to look into theories of vampirism for a research paper. What Jungkook doesnât expect, is for vampirism to become a very real and very personal problem for him.
đšïž this one is insanely good! Itâs so amazing! This one reminds me of Ghostfacers from Supernatural, lol. It was so freaking funny. I was pleasantly surprised at the plot, and I loved it. If you havenât read this one yet, and you love vampires, this one is definitely for you!!! đ„°
âThe Boys are Back in Town @dntaewithluv [3.2k] // jjk x f.reader x pjm // f2l, threesome // đ„”đ„°đ
đ getting stood up by your date definitely hadnât been on your agenda for the evening. Also definitely not on your agenda: bumping into Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Together. On the same exact night. Itâs been a while since youâve seen your two best friends, as well as lovers on multiple occasions, from your high school and college days. A chance meeting, some drinks, and a trip down memory lane is all it takes to reignite the attraction between the three of you. Old habits die hard, but these two? They just might be the death of you.
đšïž this was so good! I really love this one đ
âWhen Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [n/a] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // đ„”đ©ïž
đ since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where youâre the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.
đšïž There was a new chapter released this month!! Itâs still so good! âš
âConfided @cravetive [5k] // jjk x f.reader // neighbor!au // đ„”
đ y/n didn't think testing out a new sex toy would cause so much havoc but no worries, her next-door neighbor Jungkook doesn't mind lending her a bit of assistance.
đšïž holy shit it was amazing and the smutâŠ.. Fuuuuck Iâm not gonna lie here okay, I was dripping, I was feeling it so fucking bad and damn. It was hot. The plot was so silly and hot, like omg đ„”
This section features member x member storiesâ if youâre not into that, itâs okay, and you can just skip it. Otherwise enjoy đ„°
âLavender Lover @gimmethatagustd [20.3k] // kth x pjm // f2l, vampire!au, soulmate!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïžđȘ
đ Taehyung broke all his rules for Jimin, even when it hurt.
đšïž I am literally screaming and kicking myself đâš This was perfect in every way imagined. Like fuck. And vampires? đ€§đ„” The smut?! It was so fucking hot, especially because Taehyung had practically denied himself for so long. Not wanting to put into words what was truly happening. Fuck. It was so good. Like the plot, the lore??? Come on! Amazing! I also loved Yoongi a lot, he was really funny đ€ And the ending đ I was a hopeless romantic sobbing my heart out đ€§đ€§đ€§ it was so incredibly good and beautiful âš I think everyone should give this lovely piece a read đ
âEnd of the World [21.3k] // myg x f.reader // s2l, apocalypse!au // đ„”đ„°đđ©ïžđ»
đ your government has been telling you to prepare for war, just as a precaution given the recent political changes around your country. Did you listen and prepare? No. Are you paying the price now, friends all but gone, and your city burned to pieces? Yes. Survival instincts kicking in, you search for a place to rest, nourish your battered and hungry body, only to find yourself at the porch of a stranger. Will he help you, or leave you to your own demise?Â
âStuck in a Cabin [5.5k] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, pwp // đ„”đ
đ cute and innocent looking Park Jimin is your lifetime nemesis that youâve already fallen into bed with not once, but twice. Will a snowy weekend trip with your friends to a cabin in the woods make it the third time you get with your enemy?Â
âto mend whatâs broken [1.3k]Â // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // đ©ïžđ„°
đ struggling with childhood trauma, you believe youâre worthless and undeserving of love, but your fiancĂ© showers you in love and lets you know otherwise.
Thank you so much for reading my rec list, I hope youâll reblog it to make it reach more people! Thereâs some insanely good reads on here âš
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The Law of Attraction (Lawyer!Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 1]
Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.
Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism] Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut
Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)
Chapter Word Count: 2.6k
Authors Note: I have this listed as "part one", because I may want to continue it in the future! This is just an idea that I've had floating around in my head, and I really haven't been inspired to write more of my other story lately, so why not put this out? If you'd like more of this story, please let me know and I can possibly continue it, if it's something y'all are interested in!
(It got another part)
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New York City is always bustling on a Monday morning. Crowds of people piling onto the sprawling connection of subway, buses and sidewalks on their way for another week of hard work. Jung Kook was among them, wearing a discounted, freshly pressed suit, and a fresh cup of Starbucks coffee in his hand. AirPods in his ear, he let the newest pop playlist cover up the sound of the crowded street on his way to his new office. There was a little, barely noticeable pep in his step, hinting at his excitement for his first day.Â
His office building was rather large, even by his own metrics. Coming from Seoul, Jung Kook was no stranger to towering buildings, but this fresh law office had something glistening about its structure. As he entered through the front rotating tour, scanning the pass in his lanyard to be let in, any seasoned attorney would quickly recognize the wide-eyed young man as an ambitious rookie.Â
âJung Kook!â A voice called out from across the lobby. Jung Kook stopped walking and looked up, scanning the room to see Mr. Kim Namjoon, one of the best defense attorneys heâs ever had the pleasure of meeting, greeting him with a dimpled smile.Â
âGood morning, Mr. Kim!â Jung Kook responded, quickly making his way over to greet him.Â
âAish, Jung Kook. Call me Namjoon.â He smiled shyly. âWeâll be working together as partners, I wonât be just a mentor to you anymore. I want you to feel comfortable around me.âÂ
âRight, of course.â Jung Kook grinned. âThank you for bringing me here, Iâm really excited.âÂ
âThatâs great to hear.â Namjoonâs voice was warm and sincere. âI wasnât sure howâd willing youâd be to leave Korea, but Iâm glad youâre here.âÂ
âYeah, it umâŠâ Jung Kook pauses, thinking to himself for a moment for the right words to say. âIt was a move that was for the best.âÂ
Namjoon kept a smile on his face, but furrowed his brows just briefly as he read into the younger manâs explanation. Not wanting to press too much, he motioned Jung Kook to follow him to the elevator. They walked together with comfortable conversation, questions about Jung Kookâs move to the city and his commute. As the elevator took them high above the rest of the city, Jung Kookâs finger absentmindedly tapped on the coffee cup he held, jitters taking over.Â
âWe had a case come in that I think youâll be perfect to help me with.â Namjoon said, leading Jung Kook to his new office overlooking the city. There was an unorganized set of case files already on the desk. âYou can put your stuff here, please make this space your own. The case is centering a Korean family, actually, so I thought maybe the two of us could connect with them on that level. Wealthy family, theyâve been doing business in the States a long time. But the son of the founder just recently inherited the company, and heâs being accused of defrauding investors. I need you to look over the case, and tell me what you think.âÂ
Jung Kook nodded as he took his seat at his desk, opening up the file to read the defendantâs name, Park Jimin. The name sounded oddly familiar to him, but he brushed it aside as he read the details of the case.Â
ââŠCoaxed into investments using fraudulent and misleading data and projectionsâŠâ Jung Kook read out loud, under his breath, before looking up at Namjoon. âSo, he allegedly massaged the numbers into looking bigger than they are, leading to an increase of investments.âÂ
âHm.â Namjoon hummed, leaning against the door frame. âThen when the actual numbers came in, and they were nowhere close to what he had projected, he didnât have the money to pay out. Now itâs our problem.âÂ
âYeah, ok.â Jung Kook nodded. âI have some ideas but Iâd like to ask him some questions.âÂ
âPerfect. Iâll give you his contact info, but he should be flying into the city tomorrow. He wants to meet with us anyways, he just needed a little time.âÂ
âFor what?âÂ
âHe recently got engaged.â Namjoon responded nonchalantly, scrolling through the contacts in his iPhone. âShe comes from a wealthy family from Busan, apparently. Their fathers knew each other, since theyâre both from the city..âÂ
âOh, theyâre both from my city, I knew his name sounded familiar.â Jung Kook acknowledged. âSince her family is wealthy, maybe Iâve heard of them, too. Whatâs her name?âÂ
âAish, I canât rememberâŠâ Namjoon thought for a moment. âMr. Park mentioned her, and now my mind is blanking.âÂ
The two startled when Namjoonâs phone rang. Namjoon apologized before stepping out to take the clientâs call, leaving Jung Kook with his case files to further review. The rest of the day passed for the new, young lawyer, buried in a mountain of papers and taking notes. Namjoon peeked into his office on occasion to bring him coffee, or chat, or ask him about the case. But it was a slow, calm first day.Â
As was the next day, and the day after that. Jung Kook got into a routine as the weeks passed, feeling a growing sense of familiarity with the way that he was able to bury himself in his work. It was a nice way to briefly consume himself and chase away the loneliness of the last two years of his life.Â
He slowly made friends at his new firm. Never the extrovert, he was shy at first and afraid to open up. But knowing Namjoon for several years gave him a foot in the door, and allowed him an entry way into conversations that he wouldnât have had otherwise. They asked about his life back home, and never dug too deep when he gave vague answers. He appreciated that, and his colleagues grew to like the handsome young lawyer.Â
Finally, on a Friday, as the week was winding down and Jung Kook was thinking of possible weekend plans, Namjoon quickly walked into his office after a brief warning knock to his door.Â
âWe have a surprise meeting with Mr. Park.â Namjoon explained. âHe just flew in from Seoul with his fiancĂ©, and called me to say they want to meet with us. Theyâll be here in a few minutes, so grab your notes and meet me in the conference room.âÂ
Jung Kookâs eyes widened and he responded with a quick âokâ, before gathering up his collection of papers into a manila folder, and walking to meet Namjoon, stopping momentarily only to grab another quick cup of coffee to make sure he was alert. Being his first client meeting since joining the firm, he wanted to make sure he was at his best.Â
Settling into the conference room, Jung Kook looked over his notes, and made sure to have a pen to write down anything he may need later. He could see a light reflection of himself in the wall of windows facing the rest of the office, which he used to make sure his hair and suit looked presentable. He was hoping that with the money he made off of this case, he could buy a new, nicer suit like the one he saw in a shop window that he passed by not long ago.Â
His thoughts of a modest suit however were quieted by the presence of what he knew immediately to be his client walking down the office halls, nearing the conference room. Dressed in a luxurious, designer black suit and Louboutin loafers, Park Jimin was striking at first glance. He hid his eyes behind black sunglasses despite being indoors, and his dyed blonde hair complimented his glowing complexion and lush, pink lips. He looked expensive, the textbook definition of an heir.Â
The woman by his side looked gorgeous, Jung Kook thought. She was also beautifully dressed, in a sharp, maroon pencil dress and heels, with sunglasses also covering her eyes. Her Chanel bag dangled off her shoulder, her head was down, and her hand was intertwined with Mr. Parkâs as they walked.
âGood afternoon, Mr. Park.â Namjoon greeted with a bow as he opened the door for the couple. âHow was the flight in?âÂ
âIt was excellent, thank you. Please, call me Jimin.â Jimin responded, taking off his sunglasses, before turning his attention to Jung Kook. âHello, Iâm not sure weâve met.âÂ
âJeon Jung Kook. Iâve just recently been added to look over the case.â Jung Kook smiled, standing up from his chair to bow. âItâs a pleasure.âÂ
âPark Jimin.â Jimin introduced himself. âAnd this is my fiancĂ©, Y/N.âÂ
Y/N. Jung Kook repeated in his head, his eyes widening. Itâs not possible.Â
You took off your glasses before bowing to Namjoon, and raised to meet Jung Kookâs eyes. Your expression matched his own, recognizing the man instantly.Â
âJung Kook?â You smiled warmly. âJeon Jung Kook? Oh my God, what a small world!âÂ
âYou two know each other?â Namjoon asked with a raised brow. He looked over at the young lawyer, who was staring at you with large eyes and parted lips.Â
âJung Kook is an old classmate of mine.â You explained to Namjoon and your fiancĂ©. âWe went to the same university ages ago, when we were still living in Busan.âÂ
This was Jung Kookâs worst nightmare unfolding right before his eyes. Here you were. You. Just as warm, beautiful, and personable as ever. Just as clueless as ever. It was amazing how you could be such an angel, but put him through so much pain, and not even know it.Â
âHow have you been?â You asked with an innocent, bright grin. âI havenât seen you in so long!âÂ
âI-Iâve⊠been good.â Jung Kook stuttered, causing the other men in the room to look at him with growing suspicion.Â
âHoney, I donât know that youâve ever mentioned a Jung Kook.â Jimin said in a sweet tone directed at you, while his eyes judgmentally looked Jung Kook up and down. Namjoon nervously watched the interaction, waiting to bud in at any opportune time.Â
âWe just had a couple classes together.â You explained. âJung Kook, wasnât it umâŠâÂ
âHistory.â He finished your sentence, quicker and more deadpan in his tone than what he meant to. âAnd our political science class.âÂ
âThatâs right!â You nodded. âI remember you were always so smart, I guess it makes perfect sense you practice law now.âÂ
âWeâre happy to have him on the team.â Namjoon interjected, walking over to Jung Kookâs side of the table. He noted how Jimin still seemed unsure of Jung Kookâs mannerisms, and wanted to press on with the meeting. âLetâs get started, Iâm sure the two of you have plans for the evening.âÂ
Everyone took their seat, and Jung Kook stared at the blank notepad in front of him. He could feel Jiminâs eyes on him, but pretended not to be bothered. He scribbled down the date on the paper, desperate to not meet the clientâs gaze.Â
âSo, we reviewed the case.â Namjoon began, seeing how Jiminâs death stare didnât shake from Jung Kook as he spoke. âWe think that we have an excellent shot at winning, and to be completely honest, weâre expecting the judge to throw the case out.âÂ
âThatâs great news!â You said excitedly. âHoney, youâve been so worried about this.âÂ
Jimin looked at you, his eyes softening and a soft smile appearing. He rested a hand on your thigh, and looked over towards Namjoon.Â
âThat is great news. Thank you, Mr. Kim.âÂ
âJung Kook has been reviewing the case for several days now, and he put together a couple arguments that weâll present to the court, and have this ordeal finished, so you can move on.âÂ
âY-Yeah, so umâŠâ Jung Kook started, the weight of everyoneâs stare feeling heavy and thick in the air. He was careful to avoid your eyes in particular, sure that his reaction would be less than professional. âFirst of all, the numbers allegedly presented to investors were never your numbers, Mr. Park, they were the numbers that your father had supposedly projected. The suit is filed against you, not the company, so we can argue that you cannot be held personably liable for any losses. A-Also, thereâs no um⊠Thereâs no physical evidence of these exact projections being shown that the plaintiffs presented so um⊠We could argue insufficient evidence.âÂ
If Jung Kook were brave, heâd look up from his notes to see the way you grinned at him with the same, beautiful smile he used to see walking across campus every day. If he were brave, heâd tell you how beautiful that smile, and the rest of you, have always been to him.Â
If he were brave, he wouldâve told you that a long time ago. But Jung Kook has never been brave. Not then, and definitely not now. Not when his client is shooting daggers at him from across the table, and a sparkling 24k gold and diamond on your finger reminds him of the thing heâs always known; youâre too good for someone like him. You deserve more.Â
âI think that sounds like an excellent plan.â Jimin said calmly, eyeing the young lawyer up and down, before turning his attention to you. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. âI think Mr. Jeon has this whole thing figured out. What do you think, darling?â
âI agree.â You blushed at your fiancĂ©âs uncharacteristic public affection. âHeâs always been so smart.âÂ
âIt seems so.â Jimin responded. âIn that case, I believe we can wrap up this check-in meeting. Iâd like to take my love out to dinner tonight. Itâs her first time in New York City.âÂ
âIs it?â Namjoonâs voice was pleasant but quick as he spoke. âWell, letâs not keep you two waiting. Thank you for coming in, and weâll be in touch. Please, Mr. Park, donât be afraid to reach out to either of us if you need anything.âÂ
âIâll keep that in mind.â Jimin said, getting up from his chair and helping you out of yours before bowing to the lawyers.Â
âJung Kook, it was so nice to see you.â You said, waving at him while Jimin placed a hand on your back to lead you from the room. âThank you for working on this for us.âÂ
âO-Of course.â He bowed. âYou two have a nice night.âÂ
With that, Jimin led you away from the room and down the office, and Jung Kook watched as he took your hand in his and caressed your skin with his thumb. It amazed him how even after all this time, seeing you with another man makes his chest ache.Â
âSoâŠ.â Namjoonâs irritable voice said, leaning against the table. âYou want to tell me what the fuck that was about?âÂ
âItâs nothing.â Jung Kook responded quietly, cleaning up his papers to avoid making eye contact. âJust an old classmate.âÂ
âNothing?â Namjoon asked with a scoff. âOur client just burned a hole through you with his glare the entire meeting, and you want to call that nothing?âÂ
âI want to go home.â Jung Kook said with growing frustration. âI promise, itâs nothing. Itâs just been a hard first few weeks, ok?âÂ
Jung Kook was headed out the door quickly, when Namjoon grabbed his arm to make him stop for a moment.
âIf something is going on with our clientâs fiancé⊠if thereâs a history there or whatever, you need to let me know so we can manage this. We canât lose Jimin as a client, weâd both be out of a job. He brings in too much money.âÂ
âWhat, does he get into this type of shit a lot or something?âÂ
âWhat do you think?â Namjoon asks. âItâs part of the job, dealing with rich clients that have more money than sense. They didnât teach you that in class? Or were you too busy ogling her?âÂ
âItâs really nothing.â Jung Kook said, this time more calmly through gritted teeth. âI just need to go home.âÂ
Namjoon sighed as Jung Kook left the room, and cursed his luck with the obvious situation under his breath.Â
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Love Thy Neighbour (m)
synopsis: Jimin is a patient man, at least, he thinks he is. But you test him so much. Canât you just be good? Be so pretty for him? He knows you want to be. Knows you can be so perfect, just for him.
p.jimin x f.reader
đđ Ę Ëâ: wc: 4.5k
đđ Ę Ëâ: genre: yandere/dark, smut, dark content
đđ Ę Ëâ: content: yandere/dark!jimin, noncon, dubcon, implied non-human!jimin, kidnapping, use of a sex doll, cruel and unusual punishment, mindbreak, fear play, blood, biting, marking, minimal prep, cervix bruising, dehumanization (?), creampie, rough sex, jimin is lovesick and delusional and also a gross perv, lmk if i missed any <33
đđ Ę Ëâ: notes: hello!!! the demons won and i finally decided to post this after it was sitting in my drafts forever <33 i wrote this about a year ago with jimin in mind, but then i posted it to my anime blog instead. if you read it over there⊠no you didnât AHSSKSH itâs still probably my favourite thing iâve ever written tbh <33 im back into the swing of writing so nightlight coming soon!! as always please read the warnings <//3
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Creak.
Footsteps. Footsteps right in front of you. Right in front of your hiding place.
Please donât stop. Please donât stop. Please keep walking. Please. If thereâs any god out there please make him keep walking.
Bang.
His fist hits the desk right above your head. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Why the fuck did you even hide? It was dumb. So dumb. You canât get away. Maybe if you ran, kept running forever you could get away. But you can't. Not anymore. Itâs too late for any of that.
âThere you are, pretty doll.â His sick smile is all you see as he leans down, face coming into view. Heâs crazy. Heâs fucking crazy. You know that. You do.
You knew from the moment he knocked on your door in the middle of the night. He was practically buzzing as he rocked on his heels. His speech was weird, manic. Heâs never spoken like that before. Not whenever he would come knocking on your door asking for sugar, at least.
You tried to be polite, you really did. You tried to make small talk, to politely excuse yourself, your hands shaking. You tried to close the door on him but it just wouldnât shut as he kept rambling. His foot was shoved in the way, preventing your escape. His dirty fucking sneakersâ god even now you remember them so clearly. You remember so many things you wish you didnât.
How he fucking smiled when you looked back up at him.
It makes your stomach churn to think about it now.
You remember clearly how he grabbed you. He forced his way inside, slowly backing you against the wall. You remember how he grabbed your wrists, talked about how tiny they were in his hands. Showed you only a moment of warmth before harshly biting into the skin, red rising to the surface, coating his tongue. A sound of pain was retched from your throat, trying to pull away while his grip only got tighter. His hips forced you into the wall, trapping you. Keeping you as prey.
He said you taste delicious.
It fucking echos in your head. Makes you go insane with how it repeats over and over again. Exactly how he said the words. The lilt in his tone, the smile that made him look like he just saw the face of god. How excited he sounded at the first taste of blood.
The way you could tell that he craved more.
Craved everything you had to give.
You didnât think demons were real before that night. Ghosts, angelsâ anything that goes bump in the night was just a figment of one's imagination. Maybe hallucinations. But this, this was real. How you wish this was all just some stupid hallucination.
Nothing is paranormal before you face the devil himself.
Nothing is more terrifying than when the devil wants you.
You learned that that night.
He dragged you next door, throwing you to the ground. He looked like a shadow, only a silhouette as he stood in the doorway. The moon casting a glow from behind him. You couldn't see his face, none of it was legible as you scrambled backwards. Trying, trying so desperately to put some space between yourself and the beast.
His shoulders heaved as he panted. Like a fucking monster that just got his kill.
He had.
He closed the doors. Locked them with what felt like a million keys. He started fucking giggling. Giggling like a goddamn lunatic as his demeanour changed completely. He was smiling like an innocent little kid. He was happy. The happiest you had ever seen a person before.
âAhhh~â He sighed, glee laced in his all too cheery tone. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Speaking, churning in your ears so it's all you can hear. It mocks you. Mocks your very being. Mocks you for trying to live a normal life away from him.
You remember how he clung to you that night as you sobbed. Whining about how you shouldnt be sad, that you were home now. Heâd coo, playing with your hair as he tried to âsootheâ your trembling body. His arms wrapped around you in a vice. It felt like he was choking the air out of your lungs.
Maybe he was trying, maybe he wanted you dead. You really had no clue. You just wanted to get awayâ be as far away from him as you could. Youâd do anything, you told him as much. Change your name, leave the country. You promised you wouldnât tell anybody! You would tell him anything if it meant you could leave.
But he kept you in place. Tucked in his arms. His entire body wrapped around yours, keeping you close. Keeping his face nuzzled into your neck. Smelling you. Smelling your fear.
He loves that smell.
If you let him he would breathe it in all the time, treating it as the very thing that keeps him alive. Well, until you die anyway. But he knows that won't be anytime soon! Youâre strong. You're tenacious. He knows you are. Youâve dealt with so much in your life, you can deal with him too. He just knows it.
He wonders what all of your other emotions smell like.
Hmm.. What about love? That would be an interesting smell. Maybe it would be sweet like honey? Maybe bitter like chocolate⊠Humans are so interesting. They're so fun.
You are especially. And he knows youâll like him too. Heâs sure of it as you finally tire yourself out, falling asleep on his beat up mattress. Mmhmm crying for hours must really hurt your soul. Poor thing. He would fix it. Fix you up all nice and pretty. Yeah, he knows just how to. His pretty experiment.
Well, he thinks thatâs all you are. A nice human experiment for him to play with. To learn everything about. Learn what makes them tick, what makes them laugh, what makes them cry. Seokjin told him as much. He could keep a little human as a pet, dispose of them when necessary. But⊠he doesnât want to let you go! Just the thought makes him want to cry!
You are already better than he ever imagined!
Bang.
The chair blocking your body is thrown back, assaulting the wall with a deafening crash. Your hands come up, covering your ears. Shit Shit Shit! Fuck, what are you going to do, what are you going to do?! Your body forces itself as far as it can into the corner of the desk. All you can hear, all you can think about is the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.
Why are you so dumb?! You knew you couldnât win! You never win any of his games!
He squats in front of you, blocking your only means of escape. You hear him, watch him inhale deep before letting out a sick laugh. One that makes you want to cry. One that makes you feel like trying to runâ trying to hide is useless. Maybe it is. You donât see how you could possibly get away.
The pictures covering his walls tell you everything you need to know.
âFound you.â He smiles, crawling towards your body, crawling towards your last bit of safety. He looks like a monsterâ he is a monster. He canât be human. He canât. You refuse to believe it. Your legs kick, they try to get away. They try to be your last line of defence but his face only shows that of an owner looking at a puppy having a fit. He looks so fond of you.
You want to scream.
He grabs your ankle. It hurts. Everything hurts. You shouldâve become numb at this point, you wish you had. You feel your body slip out from under the desk, dragged against the hard floor. Pick you up with ease, lay you down in his bed. His gross disgusting bed.
He pouts. He fucking pouts at you. Sits in front of you..
âDon't tell me youâre jealous.â His frowns, tilting his head at you. âI didn't mean to make you! I swear! I just wanted to show you. How much I love youâŠhow good I could make my pretty doll feel.â You could never be jealous. Not of anything involving him.
Especially not involving the putrid fucking sex doll that lays next to you in bed.
How he fucked it last night, making you watch. Made you hold his hand while he thrust into the thing. Made you cup his face as he came inside.
âHow Iâve been practicing just for you.â He coos, a smile gracing his lips as he moves to his knees, crawling towards you in the bed. âHumans are just so hard to understandâŠAnd I really couldnât wait for you any longer.â
You donât hear his words. Your eyes fixated on the doll that looks just like you. Every freckle the same, every mole. Every fucking tiny detail mirrored yours in a lifeless, hollow core made of silicon. Filled up with his cum. You donât want to think about how many times heâs fucked it. How many times heâs pretended having sex with you while holding it close. How much he had to have spent to get such a thing.
How deep whatever he feels for you runs.
You swear it probably coats his veins. Running under every inch of this skin. Giving it colour. Giving it life. It's all youâre able to think about when he leaves you alone in the apartments. Itâs hard for you to swallow. To believe for yourself. You wish it is a lie.
You let him get close. You let him into your bubble for only a second. You allow his face into your neck. Biting your skin, drawing blood once again. He loves the taste. You think he's probably obsessed with it. You wanted to recoil away, disgusted with how he hums, lapping at the skin. But you donât. You need to let him have this. Even if it's just for a second.
You close your eyes tight. You feel him relax. He thinks youâre giving in. You know he does. You can do this. You can do this. You may have only made this decision a moment ago as you stared at the doll, but you had to do this. You had to do it for yourself. It may be the last chance you get. You canât stop fighting.
You can do this. You can do this.
The mantra chants over and over again in your head like a prayer. You feel his hand reach up, covering your clothed breast with his palm. Massaging it carelessly, without any thought or respect for you. In his head youâre probably the same as that fucking sex doll.
Your knee shoots up. Right into his crotch. Right where it hurts the most. Your hands shove him with all the strength in your body, getting him off of you. Getting him away for only a moment while he recovers. Maybe. Maybe you can make it out of the door. Or maybe you can make it to the bathroom and lock yourself inside. Maybe you have a chance. Just maybe.
Your body scrambles off of the bed, moving faster than you ever thought was possible. You race towards the door, arm reaching out for the handle. Youâre so close. Youâre almost there. Youâre almost able to get away.
Freedom is within your grasp, it's so close you can taste it. He forgot to lock the door, you know he did. You didn't hear any of them click back in place when he came inside. He was too caught up in the moment with trying to find you. If you make it there then maybe, just maybe you can get outside. Run as fast and as far away as you can. Call the police and escape from him. Spread the wings heâs tried to clip.
You land flat on your face.
Not even your arms are able to cushion your fall.
A hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you, dragging you again. Backwards. Back into the cage. Back to him. His chest heaves. His shoulders hunch. He looks dishevelled. Crazed.
He has that fucking smile plastered on his face.
âI love it when you run. It's so pretty.â He giggles, âYou know me so well.â
You kick at him, thrash your body as he pulls you closer and closer. âGet the fuck away from me!â You yell, though it falls on deaf ears. All the strength in your body is being used to get away. To try and escape from him. He canât be human. Heâs too strong. Even with your struggle he still lifts you easily, like youâre just some fucking little kid having a temper tantrem.
âIâve been so patientâŠâ He sighs, placingâ rather, forcing you onto the edge of the bed. Your knees on the floor as your torso is pressed against the mattress. Your arms pinned behind your back with one of his hands. Your hips pinned in place with his own. You can feel his cock against you. Heâs hard. âI really am patient, you know?â
He hums, gently rocking his hips against you. His entire length pressed against your cunt. Taunting you. Words are not needed for you to know whatâs to come. âItâs really too bad you know? Iâve run out.â
The simple statement makes your blood run cold.
âIâve been so gentleâŠso caringâŠâ He purrs, forcing his sweatpants down his legs. Just enough for his cock to spring free. Just enough for him to be able to stroke himself. For him to press the fat head where he wantsâ no, no. Needs to be. âIâve really been trying my best to be good for you.â
You wish you could see. You wish you could see everythingâ exactly what he is doing. What he is planning to do to your wrecked frame. If, if everything wasnât such a surprise then maybe⊠maybe you could make it a little better. But like this⊠youâre helpless. Youâre trapped. You hate it. You canât stand it. You wish you still had more tears left to cry. But you know itâs over. You canât do anything now.
Exactly how he wants itâ wants you.
You feel him stop moving, an excited gasp resonating from his throat. His entire presence changes in a flash, giddiness taking him over as the cogs in his brain turn. Making up his own story, his own reality changing all over again. âUnless, you don't want me to be good for you? You want me to take what I want? Thatâs why youâve been trying to run and hide?â
His frame towers over yours, his full weight pressing against your back forcing you deeper into the bed as he mumbles into your ear. âAll you had to do was say so~â
All you can do is whimper in response. Whimper like a wounded animal that's been forced to accept their fate. Your head is blank, devoid of all thoughts and feelings. There is nothing. Nothing you can do.
Maybe heâs right.
Maybe a small part of you does like it. Who knows. You certainly donât.
He blows gently on your ear, teasing you before he leans back. Your bottoms are forced down, exposing your cunt to the entire room. You can feel him practically buzzing with excitement. With some sick pleasure found deep within his gut.
âSo pretty!â He whines, spreading your cheeks to get a full view of your pretty little cunt. You hate that youâre already wet. You hate that the feeling of his cock did it to you just moments before. You hate that he can see it. You hate the way pride bubbles up in his gut. The way you can hear him lick his lips like a starved man.
Hate what the other little voice is saying inside of your head. Hate that even maybe a little bit of your soul wants to feel him. The quiet fucked up voice that you always try to silence in the dead of night when youâre left with your thoughts.
âMm⊠I wanna taste you so bad but⊠I really canât wait anymore⊠what am I supposed to do!!â You can practically hear the pout plastered on his lips. âAh~â
The fat head of his cock finds its way back to your cunt, dragging itself up and down your lips. Milking every last bit of wetness out of your hole. Your nails dig into your own handsâ maybe his. Itâs hard to tell where you stop and he begins. When heâs this close itâs hard to tell much of anything.
âWe have forever together donât we?â He chuckles, his head stopping at your unprepped little hole. Attempting to push into it with just enough pressure to have you squirm. Have you bite down on the sheet to silence any sounds that might try to come through. Heâs too thick. âWe can try out all sorts of fun things together~â
His thumb aids as he tries to push the head of his cock inside. Prodding, trying to force his way inside without a care in the world for how it might hurt. How it might feel for you. Heâs too bigâ youâre, youâre too tight. You canât take it! It wonât fit you just, justâ!
âMmmm!!â A muffled cry breaks free from your throat as the head of his cock buries itself in your cunt. Your ears ring, pain taking over your senses as he lets out a mouth watering, near pornographic moan from above you.
His grip on your wrists tighten, eyes staring at where heâs fucked himself into you. Wow~ itâs so pretty. He never expected a human to feel this good! Itâs incredible! Magnificent! And this is just the first inch of him? Oh my⊠he can only imagine what bottoming out with feel likeâ how it will feel when his cock is pressed against your cerviâ
Wait wait!! Heâs getting ahead of himself again. A gasp leaves his throat as he pulls out, a muffled whine leaving your own. Your hole clenches around nothing. What a cute little thing! Itâs calling him back in!! He knew you wanted this, he knows all about you huh?
He drags his cock back and forth through your lips again, red mixing in with the pretty white. He dips his cock head over and over again into your entrance, thrusting himself deeper and deeper every time. Stretching you just perfectly around his length.
Hmm, humans like prep right? He figures that this is close enough. His doll doesnât need it. She just takes him right awayâ someday youâll be the same! He just needs to break you in! But until then, he needs to savour this⊠who knows when you might come around again?
Mmm⊠youâre too mean to him. Yeah, thatâs all it is.
Ah, itâs too bad heâs too lost to notice youâre already falling apart. Your back is arching on its own. Working without permission to give him a better angle. Your hips bucking, leaning back ever so slightly as he presses into your cunt. Urging him just a little deeper. Your pussy is too wet to think about anything, your head in a daze as he teases you, taunts you relentlessly.
You donât want thisâ at least you think you donât. But, itâs so hard to know what you really want when your head gets like this. When itâs actually feeling good. When the pleasure mixes with pain to concoct something dangerous. Something that makes you unsure of anything, really. Maybe youâre dumb, maybe youâre stupid. Yeah. You probably are. But thatâs okay. He likes that.
He likes you.
He slides his cock inside of your hole, his hand moving to your ass as thrusts his hips. Forcing his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. Your walls clenching around every inch that pushes its way inside. God, youâve never felt so full. Youâve never felt anything like this. Anything like his cock, anything like him.
Whimpers, whines, all sorts of sounds escape your throat as you let him do what he pleases. Give into whatever twisted pleasure is being given to you. Itâs hard to stop them when heâs even louderâ panting like a fucking dog as he feels you. Feels every inch of you. Makes you two become one.
He fucks into you so hard it hurts. So hard that your entire body is being pushed into the bed, spine curving up to meet him with every demonic thrust of his hips. Every time the skin of his thighs meets your ass, every time the head of his cock meets with your cervix, pain racks through your body. You canât take it. You feel like youâre going crazy. You feel like youâre the insane one.
The sound of skin against skin penetrating the sound of your ears like some sort of sick, twisted song. A song he plays so well. One you donât want him to stop. No matter how much it hurts, how it stings you, you just canât find it in yourself to push him away. His moans feel like a sirenâs voice, luring you closer and closer, pushing you so close to the edge.
âWhyâs she so mean!â He whines, his thrusts frantic and hurried. Only caring for his own pleasure, only caring about him. âWonât let me in any deeper doll! Can you believe that?â He groans, pressing his cock so hard against your cervix you nearly scream in pain. Your body thrashes, trying to get away from the sensation.
He shushes you quietly, leaning his torso against your back as he coos. âShh⊠shh⊠itâs okay⊠we wonât try that today okay? Must be too much for you⊠poor thing.â His hips relent, slowly rocking into your battered cunt to give you a little bit of a break. To rest before the main event.
You want to cringe at how wet you sound, how messy youâve become due to his cock and his cock alone. How greedily your pussy takes him, urging him back with every thrust. Wanting it. Wanting him.
You see his arm reach past your head, grabbing onto your mimics hair. Pulling the doll closer. Holding its head so itâs staring right into your eyes. Itâs so lifeless. So hollow.
âItâs okay.â You can hear the smile in his voice. âSomeday youâll take me just like she can, yeah? Youâll be sooo~ good for me.â His hips start to pick up their pace again, thighs slapping against your ass so hard you might see stars. So hard you actually want to listen to him.
âI had to break her in too, real good.â He pants out, losing himself in the feeling of your tight, warm walls.
You flinch away. You canât look at it anymore. Canât look at a face that is exactly your own yet so cold and distant. So lost. Used for months on end. Maybe a little sense comes back to you, a small part of reality seeping back into your skull.
He tsks. Fucking tsks and shakes his head in disappointment. âThat wonât do⊠I need my girls to like each otherâŠâ He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at the thing. The creature with your hair and eyes.
âKiss it.â His voice changes in a second, morphing into something commanding. Something scary.
Fuck reality. Living in whatever dream youâve created for yourself is better. Better than facing this. You donât want to disobey. You want to listen, want him to let you cum. Want to be good. Maybe want his praise, even if itâs just a little.
Your lips meet with the cold, lifeless silicon. Tasting whatever disgusting leftover cum can be found on its lips. He pushes the head against your lips, forcing you to lick your tongue inside. âAdorable!!â
He likes it. He likes it too much. You can tell.
Tell by the way his hips pick up speed, forcing your used hole to take him over and over again. Forcing you to accept him into your body. Forcing you to fall for his cock. Make sure no one else will ever be able to use it. Use you like the way he wants to.
Can tell by the way his cock twitches, his thrusts becoming sloppy. His pace completely out the window as he searches for nothing but his own release.
Maybe you like it too. Like the way his cum tastes. Like the way he took this, took all of you for himself. All of you flesh as his. The coil tightens in your stomach, white specks start to form behind your eyelids. Youâre close, too fucking close you just canât take it anymore.
A loud moan leaves your lips, muffled by the silicon held against your mouth. Waves of pleasure crashing through your frame like a tidal wave of ecstasy as white paints the inside of your walls. Ears ringing, vision gone white as endorphins fill your brain making you forgetâ forget everything about this moment. How fucked up it is. How you want more.
Your walls clamp around his cock as it jerks in your cunt, milking every last drop of cum from him. Filling you up until youâre stuffed. Until you canât think anymore. Until youâre so tired you just want to collapse.
He drops the doll letting you pull your head back to finally be able to breathe again fully. Your frame slumps against the bed. Tired. Drained of everything it has to give.
He slowly pulls out of your abused little hole, watching the way it flutters around nothing. Watching the white mixed with red slowly drip out of it onto the rug. âHumans are such incredible little thingsâŠâ
He smiles, shallowly dipping a finger inside your walls before popping it in his mouth. Just a little taste. âYou did so good dollâŠâ He pets your hair, gives you some sort of comfort after everything heâs done. Itâs the least you deserve.
He moves your body into the bed with ease, pulling a blanket over your shaking form. A nap would be good right now. Itâs always good to give humans at least one nap a day! Mhmm⊠and you seem like you could use one.
He moves behind you, wrapping an arm around your body from behind. Pulling you close to his chest. Making no mind to fix your clothes. This is good. This is right. Itâs how itâs always supposed to have been!! Ah, and now he has all the time to make you understand that too. Heâs so lucky. So lucky to have found such a good human.
âNight night dollyâŠâ He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair gently. Coaxing you to sleep. âLetâs have a great day tomorrow too, yeah?â
Right. Tomorrow. Cause this is forever.
You canât help the small smile that creeps to your lips at the thought. Forever. âĄ
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