#sorry had to throw in an impreg! kink

[smutbymia]

Hi 💖 I want to request best friend haechan (and dom) who has been in love w u since always but you have a boyfriend

You punched in your entry code into the keypad of your apartment, causing it to ring out a series of beeps — granting you access to the space you shared with your roommate who also happened to be your best friend.

All of the lights were off and it was 1AM so you figured Haechan had fallen asleep already. You sighed to yourself, feeling exhausting and a bit off after yet another crappy date with your boyfriend.

You had been dating for 6 months and things were going really well for a majority of that time until recently. You guys were starting to argue more and it overall felt like less effort was being put in by him. It was actually a bit difficult to accept because you genuinely put your all into the relationship but you weren’t giving up just yet.

You sighed to yourself after taking off your shoes and sliding your feet into your house slippers when you walked into the living room to find Haechan on the couch with the only source of light being the dim light of some movie he was playing on screen. He paused it when you entered.

“Are you okay? Did something happen again?” he questioned. You avoided his gaze and waved your hand out, heading in the direction of your bedroom.

“Ah, just the usual crap. It’s all good,” you muttered.

“Break up with him!” Haechan yelled down the hall after you. The only response he received was the frustrating slam of your bedroom door as you called it a night.

The next morning Haechan made breakfast. You woke up to the aroma of eggs, bacon, and pancakes filling your apartment. After freshening up you entered the kitchen.

“Hyuck...” you whined when you saw the extravagant spread of breakfast foods set out for you to eat.

“I was in the mood to cook,” he shrugged. You leaned against the fridge with your eyes narrowed and your arms crossed while you pouted.

“Liar,” you said. Haechan always made you breakfast whenever you were having bad days in order to cheer you up.

“You just feel bad,” you grumbled as you were walking past him towards the dining table. Just as you stepped past him, Haechan pulled you into a back hug. You froze momentarily before settling into his touch. He rested his chin on the top of your head and squeezed you tightly. His warmth was comforting.

“Just enjoy your meal,” he mumbled before releasing you. And in that moment you felt very grateful to know your best friend was always there for you when you needed him.

The next time you needed Haechan was actually much sooner than the both of you expected. This time it was 12AM.

TAEYONG: Hey.... are you up?

TAEYONG: I’m in a bit of a situation

TAEYONG: y/n is here and she’s really drunk

Taeyong is typing........

Before Taeyong’s last message could come in, Haechan was already ringing him up. On the phone Taeyong had explained that you had come to the bar he worked at by yourself and started drinking heavily. You had explained to him that you got into a fight with your boyfriend and needed a few drinks. Taeyong claimed that by your 4th drink, your boyfriend had stormed into the bar and caused a scene before he was escorted outside by security a mere few seconds before Taeyong texted Haechan. Taeyong wanted to know if he could come and pick you up since you were too drunk to get home in your own.

Haechan however, was already heading through the door before Taeyong even picked up the phone. The bar wasn’t far from where you both lived, just an 8 minute walk on foot. Haechan got there even faster than that, jogging most of the way there — thankful that it was still summertime and the weather was quite nice even this late at night.

When he approached the bars entrance, Haechan found your boyfriend surrounded by about 3 security guards caught up in a massive argument. When your boyfriend caught sight of Haechan, he immediately tried to approach him.

“HEY! Help me out here,” he began, “Tell these idiots that I’m y/n’s boyfriend and that they’re doing this for no reason!”

Haechan rolled his eyes. “You’re drunk. Go home,” he responded, but your boyfriend began to protest. He pushed through the guards momentarily and charged towards Haechan, but was instantly met with a punch straight to the face that left him on the ground groaning in pain.

Haechan shook his hand off before reaching into his pocket and grabbing out a few bills to hand over to the security guard before muttering, “get him into a cab.”

He turned around, not bothering to wait for a response from the guards before swinging the front door of the bar open and entering the building. “Gosh, what a loser,” he complained.

Haechan's eyes immediately drifted over towards the bar where you were seated, propped up on your elbows with your hands cupping your face. You stared off into the distance and Haechan could feel his heart ache a little bit for you.

He slid into the seat next to you and rested a hand on your back. “Let’s go home,” he said in a soft voice, moving his hand in small circles.

You turned to him slowly, tears pooling in your eyes — so happy to see him there. He ran a thumb underneath your eyes, cleaning off smudged mascara, before gripping you tightly to his side in order to prevent you from stumbling too much when you walked.

He gave Taeyong who was serving customers on the other end of the bar a quick wave to let him know you were both leaving. By the time the two of you returned outside your boyfriend was long gone. Haechan held you close to him as you began your walk home.

You couldn’t fight back the tears any longer, quietly letting them spill down your cheeks. Haechan looked down when he started to feel wetness seep through the side of his shirt your face was leaning into.

He immediately stopped the two of you before stepping in front of you and holding you with both arms out in front of him. He lowered himself slightly so that he could look up at you seeing as you had been hanging your head, eyes glued to the floor to avoid his gaze with a sad expression on your face.

“Hey, stop that. You know I don’t like seeing you cry,” he said to you softly. You frantically wiped your fingers under your eyes, trying to get rid of the tears after feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

“S-sorry, I just feel like such a lonely drunk loser right now,” you said. Haechan tried his best to hold back his laughter but failed miserably. Your description had been funny but what made him really laugh was the cute expression on your face as you pouted. He was gazing up at you when you finally lifted your eyes to meet his with your dark and wet eyelashes that clumped together making Haechan’s heart momentarily skip a beat as his laughter went quiet.

He quickly snapped out of it, eyes drifting behind you to a 24 hour convenience store. “Alright, fine. I can change that,” he said, pulling you by your hand towards the store. You stumbled slightly behind him, clutching your purse and trying your best to keep up with him.

You crossed the street, hand still in Haechan's grasp when he pulled out a chair for you and urged you to sit outside and wait for him to shop around. You smoothed down the skirt of your minidress as you sat down, head still spinning.

Within a few minutes, which really felt like a few seconds in drunk time, Haechan had emerged from the store with a bag in his hand. He slid your favourite strawberry candies across the table to you and you squealed happily, before he began emptying the contents of his bag onto the table. He had bought a bunch of beers and immediately cracked one open to down it in one go before opening the next one.

“What are you doing? Slow down,” you said as you popped one of the jellies past your lips and into your mouth.

Haechan shook his head. “You can’t be a lonely drunk if I get drunk with you,” he murmured as the second can met his lips. This time he drank about half of its contents before setting it down on the table in front of you both and reaching for one of your jellies.

Your cheeks went warm and for the first time that night you smiled a genuine smile. Haechan smiled back at you before starting a random conversation about his middle school days which caused you to go back and forth over a series of topics and stories — ending with the both of you dying of laughter in front of the convince store. You shared the last few beers with Haechan causing him to finally become almost equally as drunk as you were.

After cleaning up the two of you stumbled home together in a fit of giggles. “D-do you feel better now,” haechan slurred as he pressed his lips to your ears. You giggled at the feeling of his breath tickling your skin. The sound of our laugh made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. God, he loved you, he thought to himself.

“Yeah, you’re actually a bit funny when you’re drunk,” you teased. Haechan pouted before mumbling a quick, “whatever,” making you chuckle as you approached your apartment door. You were still pressed to Haechan’s side, strolling down the hall with his arm around you when your phone buzzed at your side between the two of you.

You separated yourself from him momentarily to reach into your purse, fumbling around for your phone. When you pulled it out to check the notifications you found yourself staring at a screen full of messages and missed calls from your boyfriend urging you to call him back with a series of apologetic texts and another about getting punched in the face by Haechan.

“You punched him?!” you half yelled at haechan while you frantically scrolled through the messages. Haechan groaned before reaching for your phone and plucking it from your fingers. You tried to grab it back but he held it out of your reach, turning it off where both of you could see. You whined his name the entire time as you watched the screen go black.

“Hey! I need to talk to him,” you pleaded but Haechan’s face simply went stone cold before he pocketed your phone and walked right past you, tapping the code to your apartment in on the keypad before swinging the door open without a word.

You stomped your way into your apartment hot on his trail, cursing him the entire way and demanding for your phone back. It only took a few seconds for Haechan to reach his limit. The door closed behind you and within seconds he had you pinned to the back of it, cutting you off mid sentence as one of his hands forced your hips back and the other found itself around your neck.

You let out a gasp as Haechan’s face hovered a few centimetres away from your own. His breath was hot and smelled of alcohol and strawberry sweets. He spoke in a deep and low tone.

“You’re not calling him tonight. In fact you won’t be calling him ever again, do you understand me?” he warned. You stared back at him -- not saying a word, as your breathing got heavier. What the hell was going on?

Haechan stepped closer to you, his body pressing into yours before he spoke again. “I’m tired of seeing you cry over that piece of shit. He can’t make you happy, or treat you the way you know you deserve to be treated,” he said as his voice grew louder.

“Do you know how much it pisses me off every time I hear you come home from your dates just to lay in bed and play with yourself because he can’t even do the bare minimum and make you cum?” he said through gritted teeth. You let out a gasp before stuttering “H-haechan!” You were burning up from the embarrassment that you felt from his explicit words. “Did you know that whenever you get drunk, it’s my name that you cry out anytime you make yourself cum all over your little fingers?” he asked.

“W-what??” you answered. Yes, you had the occasional wet dream about Haechan but you didn’t think much of it, yet now you were internally freaking out at that fact that those thoughts may have caused you to let his name slip whenever you drunkenly masturbated. You felt him harden against your front as he covered your mouth with his fingers and dropped his voice down to a pleading whisper.

“And do you know how much it turns me on when I think about all the ways I’d make you cum, instead?” His eyes danced all over your face, resting on your lips. He reached his other hand into his pocket and pulled out your phone, not moving even an inch away from you. He held it up next to your faces, just close enough for it to be in your line of sight even though the two of you drunkenly gazed into each other’s eyes. Your head spun and your chest rose and fell at your best friends proximity and the feeling of him hard, and firmly pressed against your core.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll give you your phone back,” he said. His words were followed by a silence that was broken by a whimper that managed to escape your lips when you accidentally moved your hips causing you to rub against his cock briefly. Haechan struggled to remain still as he let out a quick breath at the sudden contact.

You stayed frozen in your position against the door with your eyes still locked on his when you reached up and grabbed the phone. You watched as his face flashed a quick look of momentary disappointment before completely catching him off guard by dropping the phone along with your purse onto the floor next to you and leaning into him to press your lips against his, rotating your hips to grind your centres against each other.

Haechan pulled his mouth off of yours to let out a deep groan. “That’s my good girl,” he said, running the back of his knuckles over your cheeks as he met each roll of your hips with a thrust of his. He returned to your mouth deepening your kiss as his movements became more aggressive. He gripped at your neck, tilting your head to the side as he trailed kisses along your flesh, stopping briefly to Mark your skin.

“You’re mine now,” he said as he planted a soft peck over the fresh hickey that had formed on your skin. The two of you continued to make out, kicking your shoes off and stumbling away from the door and into the apartment. He ran his hands all over your body as the two of you sloppily stumbled down your hallway.

Haechan’s room was the closest bedroom to the entrance so that is where the two of you ended up. He slammed the door behind the two of you before you fell onto his mattress. He mounted you, completely covering your body with his as the two of you grabbed and groped at each other’s bodies.

His hand brushed up along your leg and over your thigh as it made its way under your dress. Haechan’s hand danced across the waistband of your undies as his tongue circled into your mouth, the two of you moaning into each others touches. You had already soaked through your panties and Haechan was about to come to that realization.

“Fuck... you’re so wet, baby,” he muttered as he brushed two of his fingers back and forth over the cotton material. You whimpered, grinding into his touch for additional friction as you squeezed your thighs together around his hand.

“Open,” he ordered as pressed down on your clit through your panties. You let out a loud moan in response before you reluctantly separated your thighs to give him better access to your core.

“Good girl... You’re good at taking orders, right?” he praised while he drew heavy circles over your bud. Your body shuddered. Something about the way he spoke to you was driving you crazy. You didn’t know how or why but he clearly established the power dynamic that existed between the two of you now and you couldn’t help but follow it.

You melted under his touch, moaning softly as you felt yourself grow even more aroused. Haechan played with you for a few more seconds before moving to pull the material down to your thighs, too impatient to remove them entirely. He flipped up the bottom of your dress, pausing to praise your “pretty pussy” (his words).

Haechan brought your legs together, folding them up — your undies still around your thighs. This put you in a position where you were laying on your back and haechan could admire both your ass and your core from this angle.

“Mmm,” he murmured as he leaned down. You couldn’t see him too well from that position so you jumped in surprise when you felt his mouth connect with your center. Since he folded your legs up, your lips were squished together, puffing up your clit and putting it on full display. Haechan licked over and over again up and down your slit, loving the way your pussy looked all flufffy when he had you like this.

You could feel your juices gushing out of you and dripping down your ass when he slipped a finger in, immediately hitting your g spot from that angle. You groaned as you felt tension begin to build up inside of your pelvis.

“I need you naked, right now,” he ordered. You scrambled to your feet feeling weak in the knees as he Haechan joined you, lifting himself off the bed to unzip the back of your dress before stripping himself down until he was naked too.

He was rock hard and you could see tiny beads of pre-cum forming at his tip as you instinctively licked your lips, zeroing your eyes in on him.

Haechan giggled when he followed your gaze to the spot between his legs and began pumping at his length softly while you looked on.

“baby?” he asked. The pet name still made you melt twelve times over but that wasn’t even important right now. You nodded your head as you watched the way his fingers danced over his skin, making himself throb in his own hands.

“Lay back down for me,” he ordered and you followed quickly, thoughts racing. After propping you up in a half seated position with some extra pillows, Haechan positioned himself between your legs and sat back.

“Play with yourself,” he ordered next. You hesitated, slightly embarrassed when you remembered Haechan mentioning overhearing you.

“Don’t be shy. Trust me, I’ve heard you enough times already. So this time I want to see you,” he urged. He continued to pump at his length as you let your hands fall between your legs. You kept your eyes glued on his cock, watching as he ran his fist up and down his shaft before letting himself fall from his grasp to squeeze at his balls, moaning under his own touch.

Haechan wasn’t shy at all. He was beautiful and he knew that very well. You watched his abs flex as his entire body contracted whenever the pleasure he was inflicting upon himself became too intense.

Looking at him turned you on so much that you found yourself touching your own body with ease. You ran your index and middle finger over your slit a few times, feeling your juices spread between your folds. You shuttered as you spread your wetness over yourself, making your skin slick with extra moisture. You then used your index finger to draw circles all over your swollen clit — dragging your fingers back and forth over the soft bud, finally allowing yourself to get quicker with your pace.

Haechan watched you intently. The way your chest shook with each breath you let out and the way your legs were spread apart in front of him had him losing his mind. “Fuck, that’s right baby. You’re doing so well. Going to make me cum just by looking at you,” he groaned as his grip tightened around himself.

You were getting closer to your orgasm, wrists beginning to go weak when you slipped your fingers off of your clit and back and forth down your folds a few more times before slipping to of your fingers into your hole.

“Haechannn...” you mewled, as you slid into yourself, the sound of your wetness drawing a loud and higher moan from Haechan’s lips. He sounded heavenly.

“Shit, you have no idea how fucking pretty you look moaning my name like that,” he praised.

He gripped one of your thighs, sending you into a daze but refusing to interrupt the show you were putting on for him.

“G-gonna cum,” you mumbled. You felt his grip tighten as you watched him jerk himself through your hooded eyes.

“Go ahead, baby. I’m watching,” he encouraged. You reached out for Haechan as he moved closer to you. Your eyes fell shut and you tugged at the arm he was using to jerk off — forcing him to let go of hisself before slipping his fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans. You suckled at his fingers, tasting the bit of pre-cum that had spilled onto them when you felt the pleasure overcome you. You writhed around in Haechan’s bed, cumming quietly around your own fingers before your eyes fluttered open again.

Haechan gazed down at you through glazed eyes as he watched the lines on your face disappear as your orgasm finally calmed down. He slowly slid his fingers out of your mouth, letting them drag across your lips as he cursed to himself. His cock was still rock hard, dying to be taken care of.

“Wow, if you look that pretty now I wonder what you’ll look like when you do that on my dick,” he said softly. His words were vulgar but his voice dripped in honey. He reached his hand down to run softly over your slit, making you twitch under his touch.

“So wet... need to feel this right now,” haechan slipped his fingers into his mouth to taste you. “You’ll be a good girl and take me even though you’re still so sensitive right?” he said as he pressed down on your clit, making you groan in agony and jerk your hips upward.

“Come and bend over for me right here,” he said, dropping his voice and patting a spot beside him. You crawled into position, looking over your shoulder once you were on all fours.

Haechan met your gaze as he positioned himself behind you. You could feel his shaft brushing against your lips and the sensation caused arousal to build up once again in your core.

He ran his palms over your ass, gripping ever so softly at your cheeks before landing a firm slap on your skin. You groaned at the contact, instinctively pushing your hips back and grinding your wetness against him.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he froze. He shuffled around behind you, pumping at his length as he teased your entrance. He slid into you slowly, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I want you to listen to me carefully okay, baby?” he warned.

“Y-yes,” you murmured, pushing back against him to try to get him deeper. Haechan held you by your waist firmly, not letting you quicken the pace. He wanted you to feel very last inch of him enter you.

“Don’t be so impatient, baby,” he warned as he slowed down even more, making you groan in frustration.

“Please, haechan...” you begged, and the sound of your voice had him snapping his hips the rest of the way into you as he bottomed out. You groaned his name in response as he began to slowly fuck into you, increasing his speed after a few agonizing minutes of you whimpering around his cock while he sang praises in your ears and reminded you to follow the orders he gave you unless you wanted to be punished even more.

Soon enough when he was satisfied with your obedience, Haechan began to move at a much faster pace. He was thrusting into you quickly, landing slaps against your ass after praising the sound of your squeals whenever his hand connected. Finally he diverted your gaze to a floor length mirror that was positioned in front of you on the wall in front of his bed.

“If you ever even think about going back to that idiot I want you to remember exactly how you look right now,” he said as he ordered you to observe your reflection in the mirror. You carried a fucked out expression on your face. Your tits shook with every thrust he delivered into you from behind, and your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth as your mind went fuzzy. His hips continued to snap forward into you. You could feel the head of his penis brush against the deepest parts of you, knowing you had almost reached your limit.

You let out a loud groan when haechan lifted your torso up, pressing your back against his front to fuck you from a different angle. He thrusted up into you as he spoke his final words. “And I want you to remember how this feels anytime you even think of another man,” he spat. “No one - other than - me - could ever - make you - feel - this - good,” he said fucking into you over and over again until your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder.

“Now cum for me,” he ordered. Your mind went blank, overcome with only the feeling of your orgasm. You could feel your throat go dry, as you let out a series of moans and screams of pleasure but your ears were filled with only white noise. Your lips moved to let Haechan’s name fall from them over and over again but the sound never reached you. It wasn’t until you could feel the warmth of your best friend spilling into you and filling you up so much that you could feel him seeping out of you again, that you started to return back to reality.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” moaned haechan as he held you tightly, shaking ever so slightly against your back as he fought to hold both of your bodies up. You had gone limp and gasped for air before the two of you separated from each other to lay down.

The room felt like it was spinning when you both closed your eyes for a moment, reminding you both of how intoxicated you still were.

“Y/n,” haechan said between deep breaths.

“Y-yes?” you responded.

“I know this might not be the best time to say this but if it wasn’t already painfully obvious, I think... no, I’m 100% sure that I’m in love with you,” he confessed.

“So don’t you dare think that this was a one time thing. Always remember who you belong to,” he said as he reached over to pull you to his chest.

You chuckled against him, before responding “so I don’t have a choice?”

Haechan groaned, “we live together, and i literally just came inside of you. If you weren’t on the pill we would be one step closer to starting a whole ass family. At this rate, all that’s left is for us to get married... what’s left to discuss, baby?” he murmured as he dropped kisses on top of your head.

You swatted at his chest before planting a kiss on his lips. “Who said I was on the pill?” you joked. Haechan froze before pulling away from you to look you in the eyes with a slightly panicked look on his face.

“Y-you let me... do that? Even though you could easily get pregnant?” Haechan dropped his head back before groaning, “ugh, that’s so hot”

Your jaw fell open in shock as you swatted at his chest once more, making him wince in pain. “Haechan, are you crazy? I was just kidding,” you said as he pouted — genuinely disappointed that you had lied.

“Hey, I’m obviously not in a rush or anything. Besides, you still have to get rid of your OTHER boyfriend before I can actually put a baby inside of you,” he said rolling his eyes. You gasped at his words before the two of you fell into laughter.

The rest of the night was spent like this. After cleaning you up you moved to your room instead (cleaner sheets) and talked the way you usually did, this time with a few extra kisses and suggestive touches on the side. Haechan was probably more happy than you were. After ages of trying to get you to dump your shitty boyfriend he finally managed to make you his. And he vowed to himself to treat you much better than anyone else ever could to make up for all of the shitty experiences you had to go through.

The next morning you woke up in bed alone with the smell of breakfast pulling you out of your sleep. After freshening up and slipping on one of his T-shirts, you went to the kitchen where you knew Haechan would be waiting for you.

“Yesterday wasn’t a bad day. Why’d you make breakfast?” you questioned, making your way over to him.

“Do I need a reason to cook for my girlfriend?” he scoffed. The word girlfriend made you feel warm inside. He titled your head up for a quick peck.

“Now enjoy your meal so i can have dessert,” he said suggestively, squeezing at your ass before you both sat down to eat.

“You’re not supposed to have dessert with breakfast!” you said.

“So, I can’t eat your pussy after we’re done eating then?” he said.

You gasped, fork falling against your plate. “Haechan, you can’t just say things like that!” He shrugged and flashed you a cheeky smile.

“Why not? It’s not like anyone else lives here besides us. Plus, I’ve always wanted to bend you over the kitchen counter and taste you,” he said matter-of-factly.

You rolled your eye as you picked up your fork to continue eating as haechan went off on a tangent.

“And when you were cleaning the shower last week I thought about how great it would be to...” he continued before you kicked him under the table, making the both of you break into laughter again while Haechan ignored your warnings and continued to list off all the fantasies of you he had collected over the years — some sounding outright impossible and ridiculous, but leaving you thinking to yourself that you could certainly get used to mornings, days, weeks and years like this. In fact, you would be more than happy to spend a lifetime with him.

[jjungkookislife]

In Your Dreams

☽ pairing: incubus husband!seokjin x wife!reader

☽ genre: established relationship, smut [18+]

☽ synopsis: Seokjin creates nightmares on the daily and All Hallows Eve is no different. However, when he accidentally drops into your dreams upon his return home, he’s surprised by what he finds.

☽ wc: 2.5k

☽ warnings: cursing, incubus!jin, consensual somnophilia, f. masturbation, mention of voyeur!jin, multiple orgasms (f), fingering (f. receiving), hair pulling, marking (biting, hickeys, scratching), breast play, impreg kink, unprotected sex with the intention of pregnancy, tiny lactation kink, belly bulge (I'm sorry), creampie

☽ an: i took some liberties with the incubus since seokjin is monogamous and instead causes nightmares for energy

☽ date: October 2, 2021

Late nights were the norm for your husband, Seokjin. It wasn’t unusual for him to crawl into bed long after you had gone to sleep. Tonight, on All Hallows’ Eve, it was no exception.

When Seokjin had arrived home, he wasn't surprised to see you asleep in your marital bed, tucked in and sleeping soundly. The dim glow of the lamp illuminated his path to the bed, a smile on his lips when he sees the shirt you’ve chosen to wear to sleep.

It was one of his favorites, often found in your drawer instead of his when the laundry was put away. He didn’t mind when you’d throw it on, knowing you must have missed him dearly if you’d worn it to bed tonight. Oh, how he wished he could spend your favorite night at home instead of invading strangers' dreams. He wonders if you were dreaming of him since you missed him so much.

Seokjin knew better than to jump into your dreams, and normally he had more control of his touch, but his longing tonight was greater than ever before. He missed you while he was gone. Terrorizing others' dreams, turning them into nightmares, took a lot out of him. But he needed that energy from their fear to live, so with a heavy heart, he would leave you almost every night to dream drop.

Yawning, Seokjin walks to the mirror. He looked exhausted, his eyes clouding with sleepiness and his natural glow not as radiant. He was still drop-dead gorgeous. His beauty from the slope of his nose, to the plushness of his pink lips, high cheekbones, and his sculpted chin were all part of his tantalizing allure. It was part of his charm, part of what allowed him to slip into people's dreams without much resistance, turning sweet dreams into terrifying nightmares. Tonight, he was worn out, didn’t feel like he was at his full potential. Seokjin figured all he needed was a good night’s sleep to regain his energy and restore his glow. Tomorrow night wouldn’t be as strenuous as Halloween, so he had that to look forward to.

Seokjin strips out of his clothes, remaining in his boxers as he checks himself out in the mirror. He blew himself a kiss before turning around to get into bed without waking you.

Carefully, he gets under the covers, licking his lips when he sees your delectable thighs with your shirt riding up to bunch at your hips. Your black panties are on display and his fingers graze the soft material as he settles in behind you.

Seokjin is wary as his fingertips graze your cheek, admiring your beauty from the curve of your lips to the softness of your eyes. How he wished he could have spent the night with you, holding you in his arms and pressing kisses to your lips.

He’s so lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t realize his touch has caused him to slip into your dreams.

“Fuck,” Seokjin curses at the realization. He looks around until he spots you at the opposite end of the room, lying on your shared bed alone. His brows furrow at first, his lips turning into a frown as his heart sinks to his stomach. Were you dreaming of tonight when you’d been left all alone?

Seokjin steps forward, his apology sitting heavily on his tongue until you gasp. He freezes in his spot, eyes wide and lips round in shock.

On the bed, your legs were spread, one hand palming your breast and the other out of sight under the waistband of your panties. Soft moans escape your lips, back arching in the slightest as your husband’s name escapes you in a whiny plea.

As Seokjin admires you from afar, he notes the way your eyes are squeezed shut, chest rising and falling as you quicken your pace despite the trembling of your thighs. Oh, how he wishes he were the cause of your pleasure.

“Seokjin,” you groan, arching and canting your hips in the air as you cry out for your husband amidst your impending orgasm.

“I’m right here, baby,” Seokjin assures you as he climbs onto the bed, his hand stroking your cheek. Your eyes open, relief flooding through you as your fingers rub your clit faster, not wanting to lose your orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Rub yourself for me just like that. I bet you’re dripping wet, aren’t you? So wet and aroused you couldn’t wait for me to come home?” Seokjin chuckles mockingly, licking his lips as you nod. You tremble, cursing and moaning his name as your orgasm hits and you cum, hard!

Panting, you reach out for your husband. “I thought you weren’t going to invade my dreams anymore?”

Seokjin has the decency to blush, his ears burning as red as his cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to touch you, baby. I missed you so much. Besides, you know your dreams are my favorite.” Seokjin winked and pressed a wet kiss to your cheeks. You giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. He growls, his hand gripping the nape of your neck to kiss you. You kiss him eagerly, thankful he’s back home even if you’re fast asleep and he’s in your dreams instead. If you focus hard enough, you can feel his body pressed against yours outside of your dream. His erection pressed against the curve of your ass with his arm draped over your waist.

“My dreams are only your favorite because you’re a voyeur,” you poke his chest with your index finger and your husband takes a hold of it, bringing it to his lips. He presses a kiss to your fingertip, his teeth nipping at the pad. “Mmm.”

“Such lovely sounds,” Seokjin coos as he releases your finger, gliding his hand down your side until it rests on your hips. “Why don’t we rid you of these and see the mess you’ve made of yourself, love?”

“Please,” you agree airily, your lips meeting his as his hands easily rip your panties off. His large hand rests on your warm thigh, feeling remnants of your orgasm on your skin.

“Look at you,” Seokjin smirks, his fingers dancing upward to touch your folds. They’re coated in your arousal instantly as he rubs your clit in slow circles, making you whimper from the sensitivity. His lips capture your dulcet sounds, tongue pushing past the seam of your lips as his fingers slip inside you, curling as he continues to kiss you.

Your hands grip his broad shoulders as he hovers over you, nipping and sucking on your bottom lip. Your fingers laced in his hair, tugging it as you turn to allow him space to kiss and mark your neck. His fiery tongue laves at the skin, teeth scraping along the flesh before suckling it.

You melt beneath him, soft sighs spilling from your lips as he helps you out of your shirt. Your bare breasts garner his attention, his plush lips kissing every bit of them until he takes a pert nipple between his lips. His tongue flicks the bud, circling after before taking it between his teeth and biting gently.

You arch into him, hands gripping his hair, shoulders and then digging into his back, leaving pink trails in their wake. Seokjin groans, erection throbbing in his boxers, aching to be released and enveloped by your tight cunt.

“Want you,” he murmurs against your tits, love marks scattered between both.

“Fuck me, Seokjin,” you whisper, your hand caressing his face, thumb pressed to his lips. He smiles, taking your thumb in his mouth, suckling it before releasing it with a lewd pop.

“Your wish is my command, baby,” He presses a kiss to your forehead then your lips as he leans back to rest his weight on his knees. He slowly palms his cock, feeling the spot where the pre-cum has soaked through.

“Is that so? Can I ask for anything I want?” You question him hesitantly, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Seokjin nodded. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

“I want to have your baby,” you say softly, nervousness clear in your tone. Seokjin’s brows rise in surprise. That’s not what he was expecting you to say.

A beat of silence passes before Seokjin kisses you once again. His lips move in sync with yours, tongues twined and hands roaming each other’s body.

With one hand, Seokjin rids himself of his boxers, sending them flying across the room before he palms himself. The head of his cock dribbles pre-cum that he used to aid him in his stroking. He needs to be inside you. The thought of filling you with his cum clouds his mind, head reeling because the result of such actions leads to his offspring; half him and half you.

Sinful.

Seokjin nuzzles into your neck, nipping and sucking as he slots himself between your legs. You keen, loving the weight of his body atop of yours as your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in when he lines up at your entrance and slides in with no resistance. A gasp from your lips is all that’s heard when he bottoms out, giving you a second to adjust before he’s grunting your name, his breath fanning across your heated skin.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Jin hisses as you clench around him, his teeth raking across your skin. A lovely mark will bloom come morning and the thought alone has you pulsating, thighs quivering as they wrap around your husband.

“Fuck me. Fuck your baby into me, please,” you plead in a breathy tone that has Seokjin’s hips nearly slamming into you as he moves to take a hard nipple into his mouth. In just a few months he could be drinking from you and the thought must cross your mind because he feels sudden wetness—a creaminess hitting his tongue.

It’s your dream, he reminds himself as he suckles your breast, his hand kneading the other, eyes lidded as he sees the tiny droplets that spill from it. He’s enchanted by the change, your moans rising in octaves as his lips move from one nipple to the other. Your hips rise off the bed to grind on his, coaxing him to start thrusting into you.

Seokjin releases your breast, gripping your thighs as he rocks into you. He sets a pace you can keep up with, meeting each of his thrusts with one of your own.

Sweat beads at your hairline, body fueled with desire and the need for your husband to breed you. Whimpers fill the space between you, breathing heavily as Seokjin fucks you harder, deeper until the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each powerful thrust. He pistons in and out of you, the obscene sounds of your coupling lewd enough to have your ears burning with embarrassment but your husband is fucking you like a man possessed, the need to breed too powerful to think of embarrassment at a time like this.

You’re so warm and wet, deliriously tight around his cock as it drags along your walls; the perfect fit for you. Your thighs pull him in further, ankles crossed behind his back as he kisses you, wanting to be as close to you as possible while he fucks you full of his seed.

When he looks between you, right where your bodies connect, it’s a sticky creamy mess that has his cock twitching inside you. And when his eyes rove a bit higher, Seokjin nearly loses his load at the sight of your belly bulging from his thick fat cock.

“Look,” your husband instructs in a low voice tainted with lust. “Look at how you suck me in. Such a greedy cunt.”

You look down, seeing and feeling him in your abdomen. Your head spins, eyes fluttering shut and lashes brushing the apples of your cheeks. You grip the sheets beneath you, crumpling them in your fists as a wanton moan escapes you.

“You can’t help but take my cock, huh? Want to be pregnant so bad, love? Need my seed to fill you to the brim?” Seokjin chuckles, hand gripping your breast, his thumb brushing your nipple.

“Need it so bad,” you whisper, moaning his name as he grinds into you, his thumb finding your clit. “Please, baby. I need you. Need your cum.“

“So greedy. Desperate for my cum,” he smirks, lips capturing yours in a messy kiss as his thrusts speed up. His body thrums as he fucks you, his mind growing foggy as he nears his peak.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me and you’ll get what you want,” he pleads, tone whinier than ever before. “Cum for me, and I’ll fill you to the brim. Cum so deep inside you, you won’t have a choice but to get pregnant.”

“Seokjin,” you sob, nails digging into his back as you arch into him. He watched with lust-filled eyes, licking his lips as you fell apart beneath him, pussy tightening around his cock as you shake and tremble with pleasure. Seokjin isn’t faring much better, groaning as your wet cunt milks him for all he’s worth, until he’s cursing and moaning your name, thrusts growing sporadically until he’s filling you with his seed. Thick ropes of cum drench your walls, leaving you pulsating around his cock, satiated and exhausted when he finally pulls out of you.

Seokjin admires the mess he’s made of you, using his fingers to push any escaping cum back into your well-fucked cunt. The sight of you has his cock twitching and he knows he’ll be ready to go again in just a few minutes.

You sleepily welcome him into your arms, wrapping him tightly in a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Seokjin exhales softly, getting comfortable in your hold, and when he notices you start to fade, he knows you must be waking.

With one last kiss to your lips, he lets you go to welcome you into consciousness.

“Good morning, love,” Seokjin greets you when you wake completely naked. The blankets are lying over your hips and you feel a certain soreness between your legs and on your breasts.

“Good morning,” you greet in return, your husband draping his arm over your waist. “I take it you paid me a visit in my dreams?”

“I did it by accident but it was very eventful, If I do say so myself,” Seokjin chuckles, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Do you wanna have my baby?”

You swallow thickly, face heating under his gaze as he laces your hands together, offering a squeeze for support.

“More than anything,” you state, biting your bottom lip as you nervously wait for his response.

“Then how about another round?” Seokjin asks with a smirk. You nod in agreement, giggling when he kisses your entire face before he’s on top of you. You look so pretty beneath him and his cock throbs are the thought of you round with his child, breasts so full of milk it makes his mouth water.

Oh, this was definitely the best Hallows Eve in all his years.

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Hello! What would be the reaction of fuck me forever jk if the OC is openly flirting with someone else than him in a bar or at a college party?

so perfect (m) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, drabble, college au | fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook

summary: jungkook doesn't like anyone's hands on you but his

wordcount: 2.2k

tw: explicit smut, dubcon, coercion, whiny kook yall know how it is, man lovesss ur tiddiez, breast play, praise, unprotected sex, slight impreg kink, body worship, read that again, he WORSHIPS YOU, jungkook is ~very~ problematic in this...please don't read if this triggers you in any way!, mentions of alcohol, fighting, slight emotional blackmail/self-pity, possessive themes, jealousy, taking pictures, implied sharing of illicit pictures, sex while intoxicated (he is not you), dom!kook, jungkook pov. 

a/n: this was supposed to be a reaction but well, here we are. LMAO. this occurs in the fuck me forever au but can be read as a stand-alone. @gaeguuliii i hope you like this <3 thanks for the request :)

There was something so beautifully rotten about college parties. The tension in the air was thick as bodies coursed through the sparsely furnished halls of the frat house. Beer, sweat and tears all over the floor.

Jungkook was with the boys but his eyes were always on you. An amused expression on his face as he watched someone approach you. 

He didn't care. He knew that guy wasn't your type at all. He just found it funny that he thought he had a shot with the hottest girl on campus, his best friend一 you.

You were always a flirt, of course you were. But ever since the two of you hooked up, your advances on others had practically stopped. It had been an uncomfortable conversation then, when you had asked Jungkook to dinner and he chose not to show up, busy doing other things.

You wound up back at your own apartment, seeing him balls deep in another girl on your couch. The same couch where he made love to you like a horny teenager. You were in tears, and Jungkook had been on his knees, pleading for your forgiveness. He loved you so much, you had to know that. He knew he was far from perfect, and one emotionally draining argument later, he decided that perhaps the two of you should stay just friends. You were sad at the time, but knew it was the right choice.

What Jungkook didn't realize, was that being just friends meant that you would start going back to other guys. He didn't like that at all. How could you? Right in front of him? The thought occurred to him that perhaps you were just trying to get his attention. You were trying to make him jealous. That had to be it.

And it was fucking working.

As the man’s hand slid up your thigh, and your drunken giggles spilled onto his chest, Jungkook felt nauseous to the bone. He whispered things in your ears that had you blushing like crazy, practically throwing yourself at the fratboy like some fucking whore.

Jungkook was enraged. You weren't even trying to get his hands off of you. You were practically begging for it. Jungkook would have saved you if he thought you were uncomfortable, but clearly this man had wiggled his way and manipulated you. Maybe you were too drunk to see what was happening, maybe you had no idea that his hand was on your ass, groping you in plain sight. A shameless bastard, copping a feel.

Jungkook was your best friend, he couldn't just stand by and watch you get taken advantage of by some sick, filthy man. He clenched his jaw, grabbing the bottle of Hennessy from the kitchen and gulping it down. A warm glow supplemented the growing fire in his chest. The painful burn of watching your tongue twist with the man who held you. The man who wasn't him.

A pang of sadness overtook him. Oh God. Had he fucked up? Had you really moved on? You probably weren't thinking of him at all. He had his chance, and he blew it. He was pathetic. And you一you were perfect. If you wanted that sorry excuse of a man, then he should let you have him. That's what a good friend would do...right?

Another swig of the bitter liquid, he watched the man kiss you hard. His hands were everywhere, squeezing your perfect perfect breasts. Jungkook felt dizzy, as if he had gotten a harsh blow to the head. He stumbled forward, leaning on a counter where he took a final dose of the liquor only to slam it onto the counter, causing the bottle to shatter, and attracting the eyes of everyone in the room. Including you.

"The hell do you think you're doing huh?" Jungkook grabbed the collar of the man’s flimsy jersey. "Get your hands off of my girl"

Jungkook didn't even bother seeing your reaction, but he had all eyes on him now, might as well make it official. The man cocked his head to the side. "Your girl? Yeah right"

Unfortunately for him, Jungkook's response involved a lot less talking and a lot more of his fists pounding the man into the ground until he felt your arms around him, pulling him back.

"Jungkook!" It was as though he had finally heard your screams. You dragged him away as some others helped the injured man. Jungkook allowed you to drag him upstairs into one of the rooms, slamming the door shut. He smiled softly, seeing your worried eyes. Or perhaps they were angry. Either way, Jungkook thought you looked cute. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me?" Jungkooks grabbed your wrists "He was taking advantage of you!"

You scoffed, shaking your head "No...he wasn't. I've been talking to him for a while now. I haven't even been drinking"

"Talking to him? Why?"

"Why do you care? I gave you a chance, even though you--" You laughed bitterly "I know you're incapable of being in a relationship. Which is fine. Whatever. But you don't get to stop me from living my life either" You yanked your hands away from his grasp, folding them over your chest.

"You can't" Jungkook shouted, "I can't handle it" He gritted his teeth, almost trembling with anger.

"I don't fucking care Jungkook! I'm not your girlfriend"

He lunged forward, wrapping his hands harshly around your neck as you stumbled back. "I'm trying! Okay! Can't you fucking see that? You're fucking hot, okay...and all of these guys are just...they're just fucking desperate and they don't deserve you"

"And you do?" You raised your eyebrows at him skeptically as he released you, sliding his hands down to your arms. He pressed his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes.

"It hurts so bad Y/n...you know I want you. I love you. Please don't get with other guys. I hate it. I really really hate it. You're mine don't you fucking get that?" He stroked your cheek fondly "You're so fucking beautiful. I never stop thinking about you, you know that don't you? You know how much you mean to me, so don't be a bitch Y/n...don't hurt me"

"Jungkook. You're drunk. Get off of me" You attemped to shove him back, which only caused him to hold you tighter. "I wanna go back to the party Jungkook, I'm done with your fucking drama"

"Please baby" He groaned, nestling his head into the crook of your neck. Inhaling your scent as he continued to whisper into you "You don't understand how guys work...I do. They just want your pretty little body all to themselves. They don't care about you like I do, you know that baby. Come on Y/n..." He began kissing you softly across your shoulder, "You know you want me"

"Jungkook stop it" You sighed, tilting your neck as he moved his kisses up to your ear. "I'm tired of this back and forth."

Jungkook cooed at you, his hands carefully sliding up your crop top over your bra where he pinched your nipples through the padding. "I know...I really am the worst aren't I...you just make it so hard for me" His fingers slid under, gliding directly over your sensitive nubs as he pushed your bra up "You're so fucking hot Y/n..." He growled, his movements becoming harsher "Don't you remember that day? Hm? You were practically begging for my cock weren't you? Oh you poor baby, my poor little girl, just letting me do whatever I want to you...you would wouldn't you? You'd do anything for me...right?"

Your breath hitched as Jungkook slid his knee between your thighs, allowing you to grind against him. He enjoyed the conflicted look in your eyes. Your lips called him, through their soft whines, and he gave you what you wanted. He kissed you hard, like a lover would.

"So fucking pretty. You're so pretty baby. You know that don't you? Come on" He left your lips, nudging you with his nose, a smirk plastered onto his face as he watch you lose your resolve "Come on baby...let me have you. Let me fuck you"

"I dont..." You exhaled, but Jungkook saw past your words, and only saw the arousal glimmering in your eyes. He pulled your shirt up, letting it pile at the top of you chest as he heatedly kissed all over your exposed flesh. The resounding smack of his lips filling the room as he assaulted your heaving breasts. "We shouldn't do this"

"You're so fucking hot baby...look at these fucking tits." He smacked them lightly, as he continued to suckle you like a child, perfectly aware of the gasps of pleasure that left your lips as he did. "You know you're gonna give in Y/n...let me make you feel good" He rose back to your lips "You want this. Let me give it to you good"

You whined as he lifted you up, plopping you down onto the random stranger's bed. He practically tore your clothes off, desperately eager to see your naked body.

"Y/n can I take a picture of you please" Jungkook knelt before you, mouth inches away from your dampening folds "I think about you all the time...it'd really...you know...help"

Before you could respond, he shoved his tongue in deep, you could feel his smirk between your legs as he watched you arc your back, writhing in pleasure "Hm baby? You're so fucking hot oh my god...let me take a picture of you like this, so fucking gorgeous. You're gonna be the death of me"

He flattened his tongue, spearing as deep into you as he could get, nose pressed up against your clit. "Hmm baby what do you say? Can I please? I won't show anyone else, you know that. It's just for me...for us"

"Yeah" You gasped "Whatever, just...hurry" You thighs trembled as he left you, your slickness spread over his thick lips as he reached for his phone. You closed your eyes as he took a few snaps.

"Perfect. Goddd baby you're so perfect. Sprawled out for me...my fucking baby, pretty fucking girl" He tossed his phone aside, then proceeded to pull down his shorts, stroking his long, eager cock as his eyes ravished you.

"Tell me you want it. Say it" He barked, pumping himself furiously.

"I want it Jungkook. Want you" He smiled, pleased at your response. Lining his cock up, he kissed your belly, trailing up your chest to your lips as he slowly pushed in.

"That's it...fuckkk...god yes. Feels even better than last time" He pushed through your thick, oozing cunt. "You feel so good baby....so fucking good holy shit. God how are you real?"

He bucked his hips forward, fucking you nice and hard, your legs in the air, wrapping around him as he thrust into you shamelessly. You cried out his name, eyes rolling back as he filled you up deeper and deeper each time. He was big, throbbing inside you. He stretched you out so damn well, you wanted to moan at the top of your lungs.

"You gonna let me cum inside this pretty little cunt?" He peered at you with hope "Hmmm baby?" He pushed into you, hitting you right where you needed, watching as you gushed all over him. "Don't you want that? My cum just filling you all the way up...you'd look so hot just...fucking..." Jungkook groaned furiously, his pace quickening as the thought of your cum-filled pussy sending him into a frenzy.

"You want me to fuck you raw baby? Hm? You loved it didn't you? Want me to just...fuck a baby into you...is that it? So fucking hot...then everyone would know who fucking owns this body"

You were too caught up in the pleasure to realize his words. The drag of his length in and out of you sending you into a state of utter bliss.

"I can't believe you're mine" Jungkook's eyes were glued to his cock, as you dripped out onto him, warming his cock up so he could slide into you easily. "All wet just for me...right baby? This is all for me right? Mine. Mine. Mine." He muffled his face into your chest, wiggling his head as he pressed your tits together, slobbering all over them.

When he came you were too fucked out to care. His hot seed flooded you, but Jungkook was far from done. He rolled you onto your side, making himself comfortable behind you as he hitched one leg over his elbow, the other hand sliding under you to feel your stomach as his cock pressed through. "Mmm baby you smell like heaven.... fuckkk" He stilled there, allowing himself to simply enjoy the feeling of stuffing you full, with his cum leaking out onto the sheets.

"Jungkook" You panted, out of breath "W..what are you doing?"

"Sshhh...it's okay baby. Just enjoy it..."

Jungkook smiled, face buried in the back of your neck. It really was too good to be true, having you in his arms, all his for the taking.

He couldn't wait to show his friends.

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pretty in pink | kth | m

— summary; in which you try to rekindle your sex life with a devilish plan and a very sexy, very pink set of langerie. 

— contents and warnings; smut, a bit of fluff, marriage au, taehyung x reader, mischievous use of lingerie, dirty talk, dom!tae x sub!reader, pretty heavy dom/sub themes, constant use of the word “sir”, begging, Tae has a big dick, cock worship, blowjob, deepthroat, cum eating, fingering, hair pulling, a bit of praise, degradation (use of slut/cockslut), but also use of pet names (honey, love, baby, doll…), mentions of cum play, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, impreg kink if you squint, being nasty in the name of love 

— words; 6,4k 

— author’s note; homies… this is basically one long smut scene. There are like 3 paragraphs of context. Brain empty no excuse. 

Requested by anon! Requests are currently closed. 

By the time that Taehyung got home, you had pretty much forgotten you had a plan in the first place.

He removed his shoes after closing the door behind him, his coat hanging over his forearm and an expression of exhaustion plastered all over his face. “Hi, honey,” he called, only slightly aware of your silhouette coming out of the kitchen and into the living room. “How was your day?” 

Now, you see, your day had two main parts. The first (the usual one), was the part that started as soon as your husband left home for work, and you made your unceremonious walk towards the kitchen table, where you proceeded to work yourself. A few years back, you had managed to score an amazing job in the tech industry which allowed you to work mostly from home, and get a great salary while you’re at it — one downside, though, was that things started to get a bit lonely as your husband’s hours increased. 

You knew that Taehyung wasn’t doing it on purpose: he was working hard for a promotion, one that could considerably improve your living situation, and you wouldn’t shoot his plans down like that. But it was a bit disheartening to see him leaving so early and getting home so late, sometimes only after you had already gone to bed. And, besides the emotional void growing inside of you, there was also the sexual one you needed to take care of. 

Which leads you to the second part of your day. The scheming one. 

You and Taehyung used to have an extremely active sex life, practically fucking like rabbits throughout your dating, engagement, and marriage phases. But now things had started to cool down — really, no one’s fault: Taehyung was too tired most days and you felt too moody — and you had started to grow a bit desperate. It wasn’t as if the two of you never had sex anymore, it was just mostly a very vanilla, very boring, once-every-weekend-maybe kind of thing. 

All that being said, it’s understandable why you had started to construct a plan to rekindle that old, dying-out flame of yours. You didn’t want to do anything crazy — regardless of how interesting the idea of handcuffing your husband was, you didn’t think the best approach would be to scare him away from the get-go — so you eventually settled for a few things he particularly liked from back in the dating days. 

(You felt so old thinking that.)  

Number one: baby pink lingerie, the lacy kind. You didn’t know what kind of intense reaction it unleashed in your husband’s primal brain, but you knew that those were his favorites, and that Taehyung never stopped until he could take them off you. For that special occasion, you had even gone out and bought yourself a new set, matched with some semi-transparent thigh high socks that you also knew he loved. Cover all that up with a loose satin robe (the same color, of course), and you were ready to go. 

Number two: a healthy amount of roleplay, matched with absolute submission from your part. Now, that’s where the money was: even if, by some curse placed on him by working countless hours in a corporate, hyper-capitalist job, Taehyung didn’t react to your very sexy, very skimpy set of new lingerie, you knew that would get a reaction out of him. It was exactly the dynamic the two of you liked the most, and you still remembered exactly how to push his buttons. 

It was a perfect plan. 

Only, you forgot about it. 

“It was fine, finally finished coding that page after a bazillion years,” you responded, placing your mug on the coffee table before throwing yourself on the couch. The signs of old age were approaching: your back hurt so much that you could only think about sleeping for the next ten hours. “And yours?” 

Taehyung hadn’t really looked at you yet, instead fighting to hang his coat next to the door. “It was good, actually. My boss told me he has some good news to tell me tomorrow.” 

Your eyes lit up. “You’re getting that promotion?” 

He sighed. “Maybe, I don’t know. I don’t wanna get any expectations, you know my boss. Maybe he’ll just give me a new stapl— What the hell do you have on?” 

You paused, looking down at yourself. Oh. Yeah. You had forgotten about that. Or, rather, you forgot about the second part of your plan — because your very pink, very exposed underwear was staring you right in the face. 

Still, you managed to keep yourself composed. “It’s new, do you like it?” You smiled, pulling your satin robe to the side. It exposed your breasts, made Taehyung clench his jaw at the sight. You needed to snap into submissive mode soon enough if you wanted that to work, but you also needed a few seconds to center yourself. “Baby?” 

You watched as your husband blinked his way back into reality, taking a hesitant step towards you. You wanted to laugh: Taehyung was looking at you like there was a tiger in his living room, and he was trying to find out the best possible approach to deal with it. 

And that was the perfect time to strike. 

You pouted, hand slithering down to the level of your waist so you could untie the loose knot of the robe. “You don’t like it, sir?” The innocent inflection of your voice made his eyes snap up at yours, something dark starting to swim on the bottom of his irises. He was catching the drift. “I bought it just for you.” The robe was pushed to the side, presenting him with the glorious view of your panties; those socks that made him want to bury his face between your thighs. Taehyung took another step in your direction. “If you want, I can change into something else.” 

Just like magic, Taehyung’s expression of exhaustion had been casted away, replaced by one of sheer, unshakable lust. Your breath almost got stuck in your throat as he placed his hands inside the pockets of his pants and took a few silent steps towards the couch. “Don’t change it,” he spoke up. His voice was deep and velvety, shot straight down to your core. “You look beautiful, love.” 

You smiled as he sat down next to you. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Of course.” Taehyung’s large hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warm touch. His calm disposition was a threatening thing, it got you on edge as his gaze trailed down to your lips; your breasts; your thighs. He hummed. “Want my doll to look pretty for me.” 

“Yes, sir,” you said promptly. His eyes were back on yours in no time, thumb caressing your bottom lip. “Can you kiss me, sir?” 

His hand brushed down your face, moving onto your neck. Taehyung was thinking of what to do to you, and you were kind enough to wait. “Does my baby want a kiss?” He asked and you nodded. “Very well. Sit on my lap, love.” 

You could barely contain your excitement as you followed his order, one leg moving over his thighs so you could straddle him. Taehyung sighed in content as you sat on his erection, which only made the arousal between your legs grow. 

“My girl is beautiful, isn’t she?” He mumbled to himself, hands swiftly pulling your robe down your shoulders. A cold breeze embraced your body as the discarded piece of clothing fell somewhere on the floor. “But so, so quick to misbehave.” 

Your heartbeat quickened. “I didn’t misbehave, sir.” 

“You did, love,” Taehyung spoke slowly, as if he was talking to a child. His movements were tender when he pushed your hair away from your face, but you knew there was wickedness hiding in those still waters. “You are trying to provoke me.” 

“I’m not,” you lied. 

“You are.” His hands placed themselves on your waist, pulling your body closer to his. They were a bit firmer than before, spreading goosebumps through your skin as they slithered down your lower back, palming your ass cheeks. “You put this on because you wanted me to fuck you, baby. Don’t lie to me now.” 

Your hand started playing with his tie, eyes following the movement of your fingers so you could avoid his penetrative gaze. “Sorry, sir.” 

His finger found the underside of your chin, pushing it up. You couldn’t escape those eyes, he wouldn’t allow you to. “Why are you apologizing?” He asked calmly. His other hand was still firm on your ass, squeezing the flesh. “I’m not mad. I just find it funny.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Funny?” You echoed. 

“Yes, doll,” Taehyung said. “Funny the lengths you go to just because you want my cock.” 

Heat exploded on your cheeks at his dirty words, your own speech getting stuck in your throat. You were in trouble, and it was exactly what you had been looking for. 

“Hm? Not gonna say anything?” He egged you on, leaning his head to the side. You wanted to touch him, to kiss him, but you knew that things would follow his own pace. “My baby’s so horny for cock she’s not gonna even answer me?” 

His words were suffocating you, earning a timid roll of your hips against his hard member. Your underwear was absolutely soaked and you could barely think straight. “I want you, sir,” was what you managed to get out. 

“I know,” Taehyung said, his tone so nonchalant, so passive. His knuckles brushed tenderly against your cheek, a sly smirk curling up on his lips. “My pretty little slut just wants to get fucked so bad, doesn’t she?” 

You nodded. “Yes.”

He hummed, the corners of his lips moving down in disapproval. “Yes…?”

“Yes, sir,” you were quick to correct yourself, hands slithering up his shoulders and behind his neck. It was electrifying how Taehyung managed to get you so worked up so quickly, his unbothered stare burning holes on your skin. You felt so small like that, and you knew he was getting high on the power play. Some things never change. “Sorry, sir.” 

“Mhm.” Taehyung didn’t grant you forgiveness so fast, instead leaning back on the couch and analyzing your demeanor. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock, though.” 

You blinked, not hesitating for a second. “I do deserve it, sir.”

He scoffed, both of his hands back on your waist. His palms were heavy and warm against your skin, and you could not hold back the thought of having his fingers moving in and out of you. No matter how many times Taehyung touched you, his hands were just so big that he got you seeing stars in no time, filling you up and reaching deep inside you in ways that your own fingers never could. “Show me, then.” His firm voice broke your reveries, digits pressing down on your naked flesh. “You can kiss me now.”

Obedient, you leaned in and trapped his mouth in yours. It was a different world when Taehyung was in that headspace — often, he would kiss you so eagerly, so hungry for more, but, now, his mouth was barely following yours; a disinterested hum melting past his throat, silently daring you to try harder, to show him that you were worth his time. You dug your fingers in his soft hair and placed your tongue inside his mouth, trying to be the best you could be for him and, yet, it seemed as if he was deadset on giving you the bare minimum reaction. 

At the same time, you still felt the effects of that kiss, your body heating up as you moaned against his mouth. Taehyung’s hands had traveled downwards and were now tugging at your panties, pulling them up and burying them between your asschecks. It made your back arch; there was a slight pressure on your clit that got you grinding down on his cock. He sighed at that, sucking on your tongue as one of his hands slithered beneath your panties, harshly groping your ass. 

You swore he was just about to get into it when he decided to pull away. Slightly breathless and completely overwhelmed, you could only watch as Taehyung tilted his head to the side and, just as nonchalant as before, asked, “What do we say, doll?”

Lucky you, you knew the answer to that question. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Very well.” He caressed your cheek once more, eyes trapped on the swell of your lips. Taehyung’s mind was flickering through the details of you — your breasts, your thighs, the perfect weight of your center against his — as he slowly figured out what he wanted to do to you. At last, he made up his mind. “On your knees.” 

To move away from his embrace seemed to be a medieval sort of torture, but you did as he told you. You were on your knees in no time, the harsh wooden floor hurting your flesh when you looked up at him, expectant. 

Taehyung leaned forward, trapping your chin between his fingers. “So pretty, aren’t you, doll?” He asked, voice velvety and slow. “Wanna be good for me?” 

You nodded, eager to please him. 

With a deep exhale, he moved back, spreading his arms over the couch’s back. “Good. Take my cock out,” he commanded. You stared up at him for a second too long, waiting to see if that was a test. It was a bit suspicious, after all: he used to tease you for far longer than that before even allowing you to touch him. And, because Taehyung knew you very well, he caught your trail of thought quickly enough. “Isn’t that what you wanted? Go on.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, just to be sure, and took your hands to his pants. Taehyung had chosen one of his most beautiful suits to work that day, and the dark grey shade did not conceal his erection in the slightest. 

The smallest of things got you waiting for more: the sound of his pants being pulled down, apparently so loud in that silent living room; the gradual rise and fall of his chest; the wet mark on his underwear and the straining of his hard, leaking cock against the fabric. It was a good kind of anticipation, for you loved when Taehyung got you on the edge like that, unsure of what would follow, of how he would treat you. 

Truth was: you loved being good for him, loved treating him as well as you could. Above all, you loved when he praised you for it, all warm touches and kind regards. But also, you adored when he made you work for those praises, glancing down at you like you were bothering him, like you couldn’t do anything right, not even pleasure him. 

His cock was out soon after, heavy in your hands. Taehyung managed to control his demeanor rather well, but you could see that he was extremely turned on: tip reddened and covered in his precum, his length fully hard and throbbing as you gave him a small, tentative pump. 

“Spit on it,” he said. “Come on, you know better than to touch me dry.” 

You nodded, doing as he told you. A big glob of saliva dripped down onto his member, which you used to help with your movements. Saliva wasn’t lube, that’s true, but it did manage to calm down his attitude for a bit. 

Being married meant that you had grown extremely used to each other’s bodies and, just like Taehyung knew your weak spots like the back of his hand, you knew his. Soon enough, you had your tongue trailing the underside of his cock, placing a special pressure on his frenulum. Taehyung inhaled sharply, hands digging to the sofa cushions as you lethargically continued your actions, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip and tasting his precum. 

“In your mouth,” he ordered, “now.” 

Eager to please him, your lips wrapped around his crown and you gradually began sinking down on him. Taehyung was thick, always gave you a hard time as you slowly grew used to his size inside your mouth; a strangled moan perishing in your throat as you took him in. Above you, the man groaned in satisfaction, one of his large hands resting on the back of your head. 

“Move.”

You agreed with a whimper, closing your eyes as your mouth moved up and down on his member, cheeks hollowing every time you sucked him. Taehyung got you just the way that he liked: so small beneath him, with your doll-like eyes looking up at him through a thin curtain of your tears. He always thought you looked so pretty with his cock inside your mouth, your perfect lips and tongue making him lose his mind. 

“Fuck. Such a good cockslut.” He raised his hips just enough to reach deeper inside your throat, making you gag around him. The sound was beautiful to his ears, turned into a much more heavenly symphony when it quickly morphed into a muffled moan. Taehyung loved watching you struggle with his size, it made him want to break you apart. “You like my cock, baby?” 

You nodded, but it seemed like it wasn’t enough. Taehyung tugged in your hair, signaling that he wanted you to remove your mouth from him. He needed to hear you say it, and you were beyond happy to oblige. “I love it, sir,” you told him, your voice a bit groggy from your previous act. “So much. It’s so huge.” 

“Suck it harder, then.” His own voice was a bit airy, not so rough around the edges. He must’ve been close. “Show me how much you love it.” 

This time, just a simple nod from your part satisfied him, for he allowed your mouth to wrap around his cock once again. Without hesitation, you did as he told you to, sucking his cock harder, taking it deeper than you were before. Your new approach was a gift from god, it appeared, because it took you no time to have Taehyung’s animosity meeting away. 

“That’s it, that’s my dirty girl,” he praised, fingers intertwined in your hair. You could feel his big cock throbbing inside your mouth, releasing precum. It was just a matter of time before he spilled himself inside your mouth. “Gonna make me cum like a good slut.” 

You moaned around him, one hand moving down to play with his balls. Taehyung hissed at the sensation, throwing his head back and groaning something you couldn’t quite grasp. There were beautiful droplets of sweat accumulating just above his white collar — it was almost humiliating how naked you felt when compared to his dressed, composed self — and this thick neck seemed to be calling for you, wishing that you’d place hot, messy kisses all over it. But you couldn’t do it just yet, not when he was about to cum down your throat. 

Taehyung’s breath hitched and you instantly knew that he was just there. A couple more seconds and your theory was proven right: he grunted as his hot cum filled your mouth, a vague rising of his hips making his tip hit the back of your throat. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Don’t swallow yet.”

Oh he was in that mood, it seemed. 

Apparently your plan had worked better than expected, because it had been a long time since Taehyung didn’t ask you to swallow his cum right away. As much as he adored when you did that, he also loved seeing his cum on you — splattered on your abdomen, on your tits, on your ass; maybe running between your pussy lips after he was done fucking you or, in that case, in your mouth. You didn’t quite understand the appeal that it had, but who were you to judge? 

You removed his cock from your mouth soon after, filled with expectation as he shifted above you, leaning in closer. You blinked up at him as his hand found the underside of your jaw. 

“Let me see.” Taehyung pulled on your chin and you quickly got your cue, opening your mouth. A flash of lust shimmered inside his eyes at the sight of his cum inside your mouth, the corner of his lips being tugged upwards into a satisfied smirk. “Perfect. Swallow now.” He closed your mouth. 

Once again, you did as he commanded. “Thank you, sir,” you said. The discomfort between your legs was growing at a fast progression, monopolizing your mind — you had already been so good to your husband, did everything that he told you to, and now your own arousal was getting the best of you. You shifted around on the ground, your knees still hurting a bit. “Sir, please…”

Taehyung hummed, caressing your cheek. “What is it?” 

“I'm so horny, I wanna cum,” you whined. 

“Is that so?” Taehyung questioned, thumb caressing your bottom lip. It was a bit swollen after you had blown him, made him want to bite it. Instead, he leaned back against the couch. “Stand up.” 

You fumbled as you got up to your feet, unsure of what to do next. Luckily, you didn’t have to think about it for long, because Taehyung soon gripped you by the hips and pulled you closer to him, your shins knocking on the sofa. His fingers were surprisingly tender as they slowly navigated towards your pussy, pulling the dainty pink fabric aside. “Love the color,” he mumbled as if he was talking to himself. You were just about to thank him, but your words were ripped out of you when his finger sunk between your folds. “Look at my girl. Got this wet just by sucking my cock, baby?” He looked up at you. You felt dizzy under his intense gaze, barely nodding in return. He smiled. “How dirty.” 

You wanted to touch him, to find support on his broad shoulders, but you didn’t know if you were allowed to. Instead, you merely gasped as Taehyung started toying with your sensitive entrance, feeling as if your legs would fail you at any time. “Sir, please,” you pleaded once more, “I need you.” 

He hummed, one finger slowly entering you. You practically melted as Taehyung added a second one right away, curling them up in the way you loved so much. “Yes, darling, I heard you.” But it didn’t seem like he did, for his hungry gaze was trapped on the sinking of his digits inside your tight hole. You were so on edge that you could cum just like that; a few desperate whimpers already dripping from your lips as he continued his movements. Your sounds seemed to drag him back to reality, though, for he was soon removing them from your pussy, ignoring your frustrated cries. “Go to the bedroom.” His eyes snapped up at you. “You better be naked in bed when I get there.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

If you didn’t know Taehyung as well as you did, perhaps that command would’ve taken the worries off your shoulders. However, the thing was: when your husband was in that headspace, you could never really predict what would come from it. Just because he had sent you to the bedroom, it didn’t mean that he would suddenly become pliant and adamant to fulfill your every need — if anything, it meant that he had enough energy and discipline to spare. If he wanted to fuck you straight away (like you had begged him to), he would’ve just taken you on the couch, like he had done countless times before. No, the fact that he was sending you — alone — to the bedroom was probably not such a good sign. 

When you entered the suite, you started removing your bra, then your panties and, finally, the thigh high socks. You felt yourself become more and more uneasy as you laid down bare on the bed, feeling as small shock waves of anticipation ran through your body. Every time you heard a noise coming from somewhere else in the apartment, your heart missed a beat. 

Taehyung liked to make those moments as dragged-out as possible. He got some sick kick out of it, you guessed, probably made him feel like a predator stalking its prey, playing with its food. He liked to leave you wondering what he would do to you, and you couldn’t say you were bothered by it either. 

At last, when you thought that your heart was about to jump out of your chest, he walked into the bedroom, his slender fingers loosening his silk tie. It was a stark contrast how dressed Taehyung still was — everything still in place, with only the zipper of his pants still opened. He looked absolutely composed, his dark eyes following the curves of your body as he gradually approached you. 

“Beautiful,” he complimented, sitting down next to you. The bed dipped under his weight, making your breasts bounce slightly. His gaze fell over them and he hummed, one hand tenderly squeezing the flesh. You gasped at the sensation, which ripped a small chuckle out of him. “And so sensitive.” 

You didn’t know if it was the best moment to speak up, so you didn’t. Instead, you waited as Taehyung’s hand gradually made its way up your chest, towards your neck and, finally, to your cheek. There, it stayed for a moment, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. He really enjoyed doing that, it seemed. “Open up for me,” he requested. And so you did, lips parting so two of his fingers could enter your mouth. Taehyung pressed down on your tongue, making you release a small whimper, before allowing you to suck on his fingers. “That’s it. What do we say?”

“Thank you, sir,” you struggled to speak against his fingers. 

“That’s right.” Taehyung removed his digits from your mouth, lowering them until they were pressed against your clit. You moaned and raised your hips under the random surge of pleasure, but his other hand soon met the skin of your inner thigh, making you stand still. “Shhh, shhh,” he shushed you, “don’t move now.” 

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly slid between your folds. The pressure was light, barely teasing your sensitive entrance before going back up to play with your clit. 

“So fucking soaked for me, doll,” Taehyung groaned, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened a little, allowing a small sob to fall from it. “Such an eager little pussy.”

“S-Sir,” you gasped, fingers digging to the pristine white sheets of your bed. You had just changed them, and now they were bearing witness to your sinful acts. “I want you.”

Taehyung hummed, apparently distracted with the sensation of your slickness covering him. “You have me, darling.” 

“N-Not your fingers,” you said. “Want your cock, please.”

The moment he stopped his movements, you realized you had fucked up. Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue that shot straight through your chest, quickening your heartbeat. “You’re so spoiled.” He removed his hand from your heat and you didn’t even find the force within you to complain about it. Not when he was looking at you with such a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “You tell me you want to cum, and then that my fingers aren’t good enough for you?”

“Sorry, sir,” you rushed to say, a frail veil of tears shimmering in your eyes. You felt like you had been edged for hours, even if that wasn’t the case. The sexual tension was just too high, leaving you so worked up that it hurt. And there was also an extra level of desperation knowing that your release wasn't exactly your decision at that moment. “Please, I need it so bad.” 

Taehyung scrutinized your face for a moment, watching the quick beating of your eyelashes and the thin layer of sweat that covered your skin. He felt a familiar sense of power washing over him, watching intently for every sign of pleading eagerness that covered your features. You looked so beautiful, he thought, so meek and polite under him. You had been so good, after all, there was no need to postpone your pain any further. 

But he would. For just a tiny bit longer. 

Taehyung breathed out. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice. Turn around.” He slapped the inside of your thigh, a smirk blossoming at the corners of his pink lips as he watched you yelp in surprise. Still, you obeyed him once again, turning until you were on your stomach. “Hands and knees. Ass up. And don’t look behind you.” 

After you had positioned yourself, Taehyung started undressing. You could only hear the shuffling of his clothes as he gradually removed them — taking his sweet time as his eyes lingered on your form. He could see that you were still so absolutely soaked for him, the glistening of your pussy making his cock throb inside his underwear. He would tease you a bit further if he, himself, had it in him to wait a bit longer. However, at that moment, there was nothing that Taehyung wanted more than to be buried deep inside your cunt. 

You bounced up and down on the bed as he kneeled on it, hands on your hips tugging you towards him. You whined when you felt the pressure of his hard cock between your ass cheeks, your pussy clenching around nothing. Still, you waited for him to make the first move, since your latest attempt at asking for more had earned you a scolding from his part. 

And, apparently, not only that. All air ran out of your lungs when you felt Taehyung’s hand collapsing against the skin of your ass once, twice, until you were crying out. “Sir, wait—“ 

“Quiet,” he reprimanded. “You’re always misbehaving. Can you take your punishment now? Or are you going to keep complaining?”

That was his way of asking for your consent to keep going, you realized, and you promptly gave it to him. “Y-Yes, sir.” 

Another slap against your ass was what you recieved, this time on the other side. Taehyung’s palm was heavy on your skin, and you relished in the pain it left behind; your hands holding onto the pillows for any sort of grounding. “Good. Maybe this will teach you not to be so fucking spoiled,” he growled, hitting you once more. Your body jumped forwards a bit, legs weak beneath you. “Stand still.”

You tried your best to do so, enduring a few more spanks until Taehyung had deemed it sufficient. If you had been wet before, now you were completely drenched, every nerve on your body standing alert to the smallest of touches. So much in fact that, when he leaned in to place a kiss against your shoulder, you cried out at the feeling of his cock moving between your ass cheeks.

“Pretty.” His hand caressed the sensitive skin where he had hit you before. You flinched under his touch, but liked the stinging pain that came along with it. “Gonna fuck you now, love.” 

You could’ve sobbed in relief. “Yes, yes, please, sir.” 

Taehyung leaned back slowly, one hand curling around the base of his cock so he could guide himself inside you. His crown slid between your folds once, twice, making you whimper as it accidentally hit your clit. The sounds of your wetness were shameful, filling the room as he pressed himself against your opening. You sighed and whimpered at the feeling, for a moment thinking that your thighs would give out beneath you. Instead, Taehyung held you up as his cock gradually plunged inside you, stretching you wide. 

There hadn’t been as much preparation as you’d like, but the small rush of pain was a welcomed one. You moaned out his name as his big cock continued to sink inside you, feeling every inch of it as it filled you up. Taehyung was fucking huge and, even after so long by his side, you had never truly grown used to it. 

You gasped when he entered you completely, his hands giving a last pull on your hips to make sure that he couldn’t go any deeper. “S-So much,” you stuttered. 

He scoffed. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Now fucking take it.” Taehyung angled his hips back, sliding his cock out of your heat until only his tip was inside. He came slamming back in, sinking into your velvety walls like they were made for him to fuck. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, it’s just pulling me in. Dripping down my cock, fuck.” 

And you could only moan out at his filthy words, brain turning into a chaotic mess as he started drilling in and out of you. At that point, you had been so worked up that you could only focus on the amazing sensation of his cock fucking you open, so big and heavy inside you. 

From what you could hear, Taehyung wasn’t much different. His controlling attitude had started to wash away as his high started to approach; the room filled with the low grunts and moans that came from his throat. He was holding onto you so tightly that you thought he was going to break you in half, his thrusts deep, fast and precise. Really, it was shameful how close you already were, walls tightening around his length as your legs started to shake. 

“S-So good, sir, your cock feels so good,” you moaned out, lost in bliss. “I’m c-close.” 

“Cum all over my cock, baby,” Taehyung grunted. “Come on, be good for me.”

You nodded, clenching your jaw as you felt your pleasure rising at a thundering speed. Taehyung wasn’t planning on slowing down either, his cock hitting deep inside your pussy and making your eyes roll back. 

“Fuck, oh my—“ you cursed out, but could not finish your sentence. Your orgasm washed over you like an avalanche, whitening out your thoughts as your walls clenched around him; loud moans and whimpers of his name falling in a jumbled mess between your lips. “T-Tae…” 

The lack of his preferred title seemed to be lost on him, since Taehyung was also approaching his own climax. “So fucking wet. So tight and warm for me. Perfect little cunt,” he was talking to himself at this point, letting his thoughts flow out of his mouth with no apparent direction. “Wanna cum inside your pussy, doll. Fill you up so good.” 

You whined out at his words. You were still holding onto the pillows, trying to find any sort of foundation to fight against the sensitivity that was growing inside you. “P-Please, yes.” 

Taehyung growled at your words, pushing his body forward until he was squeezing you against the bed. The new angle made his cock hit different spots inside your cunt, a newfound wave of euphoria starting to buzz inside you. “Want that?” His voice was a rough moan against your ear, his breath kissing your skin in dense, hot clouds. “Gonna take my cum like a good slut?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, “I want it so bad.”

“Yeah? Wanna give you a baby, gonna look so fucking pretty for me.” Taehyung’s words hit you like a ton of bricks, making you clench around his cock. You had never realized that you wanted him to say that, especially in a context like that, but it made you melt instantly. And because he knew you so well, he rapidly noticed the way your body responded to it. “You like that?” 

You nodded. “Y-Yes.” 

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he moaned, placing a sloppy kiss against your neck. You could feel Taehyung throbbing inside you, signaling that he was close. “So fucking perfect. I love you so much.” 

“L-Love you too,” you said back. 

Taehyung sighed at your words, a last moan reverberating in his chest before he was spilling himself inside of you. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned at the feeling, getting utterly lost in the way that your walls milked his cock clean, taking everything that he gave you. “Fuck, that’s it.” 

With a final, shuddering breath, Taehyung collapsed against you, placing a bunch of kisses on your shoulders. You giggled at the random softness of his actions, feeling as his cock slipped out of you. He rolled around until he was falling backwards on the bed, a final puff of air exploding upon his lips. 

“Well, damn.” Taehyung laughed. You could only do the same, pushing your body closer to his. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

You rested your head on his chest. “Because adult life fucking sucks, that’s why.” 

“Fair enough.” He sighed. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. A fond smile curled up on your lips. “Was I too rough?”

“Just a bit, but I liked it.” You angled your head up to look at him. Taehyung took his cue to kiss your lips instead. “Can you get something to clean me up?”

He clicked his tongue. “I’m feeling pretty lazy right now. Besides…” he trailed off, “Kinda like you like this.”

You rolled your eyes, but the teasing nature of your tone gave your faux-annoyance away. “I figured,” you said. “Wanna talk about the baby situation?” 

Taehyung’s face swiftly grew serious. He apparently discovered a new source of energy, because, within a second, he was pushing you off and bolting out of bed. “Suddenly I need to find a towel.” 

And you could only laugh because, as it has been proven, you were kind of a mastermind when it came to making evil plans. If Taehyung needed another one to get him talking, you wouldn’t mind elaborating it. 

You wouldn’t mind at all. 

[bonny-kookoo]

👹Bad Habits (JJK x Reader) 💜☁️🔞

👹Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

👹Genre: (Twisted)Romance, Angst, Smut, Psycho!JK

👹Warnings: Size kink, Body worship, biting, rough manhandling, JK accidentally hurts her a bit (but apologizes dw), mildly disturbing themes (blood, guts, bones cracking...), criminal activities such as theft (mentioned) and murder (not actively stated, but heavily implied), panic attack, psychotic episodes, psycho!JK because holy shit I actually got scared what did I create, degrading names (he calls her a whore in his mind like once..), possessive JK, strength kink, reader is unable to conceive (chances are very slim), unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it folks), impreg kink, dead dove do not eat 🕊 manipulative Koo, Dom!Kook, therapy talk, relapses, horrible anger management, emotional koo, emotional reader, look mom I actually wrote a happy ending

👹Summary: Oh monster monster under my bed, you’re the only one I have left, come out and play ‘cause I need a friend.

Jeon Jungkook is sick.

You know this, you are very aware of it if the very much still gaping holes in the walls of your apartment, left from his most recent violent episode is anything to go by. He's got anger issues, that much is very apparent to anyone who genuinely knows Jungkook. Somehow he just can't keep himself in check, it's like he just needs the perfect trigger to simply go off like a bomb dropped from ten feet. It doesn't take much to rile him up. It takes a lot however to get him back down again.

Now, this would be the perfect moment to explain that you are the sweet and kind ray of sunlight calming his temper and cooling his ever violently burning mind- but that's not the case. There's nothing that can tame the young man at your side, nothing that can snap that collar around his neck and chain him up to a wall until he's safe to be around again. You can't do anything more than watch and pray that he will keep his promise to never ever hurt you. At first, you were worried. Anyone would be.

But then the first outbreak came.

Then the second.

And you were fine.

He would wreck the apartment, throw furniture, or beat someone to a bloody mess in an alleyway next to a nightclub simply because the guy had looked at your admittedly short skirt the wrong way. While for the longest time he didn't care about anyone, you've become his possession, in every way that the word stands. He owns you, every single cell of your being is his, and he's ready to push anyone's eyes back into their skull just for looking at you weirdly. No one is allowed to lust after you but him. No one's allowed to even think about you but him.

It's quite bittersweet, the reasoning behind his obsession with you. You're not scared, you're never running away, you're always so gentle, so delicate, such an angel around him- and in one way he fears that one day he's gonna be the wolf eating the sheep in a frenzy. In the other however, he's weirdly amused by it; the way you still look at him so innocently as if you didn't know that his hands could snap your neck like a twig between his combat boots he's typically sporting. It's a very twisted story with you two, and in a sense, he's certain that you have to be just as sick in your head as he is for genuinely loving him and his bad habits.

Just like now.

You're not saying anything. Even when you can hear the young mans ribs cracking underneath the steel toed black boots of your boyfriend, you're quiet, watching, unable to tear your eyes away from him- and you don't even know who exactly you're watching. You have already forgotten what the young man looked like- your eyes unable to reconstruct his facial features back to what they were before Jungkook had thrown his fists into them until the stranger couldn't even open his eyes anymore, face bloody and bruised to the point where you're hoping he won't survive it. You're also simply watching as Jungkooks pretty long hair, drenched in a mixture of sweat and rain from above whips around violently as if to mimic the way his muscled leg stomps into the man's chest over an over again, face holding a determination that should scare you. It's all over after a moment however, as your boyfriend seems to grow a bit tired now, slowly calming down as his anger ebbs down, waves finally evening as he breathes heavily. He runs a hand through his hair as he looks at what's in front of his feet; unable to quite realize that this was actually him. He turns, looking for you, and his entire facial expression suddenly changes.

While he looked absolutely terrifying just moments before, he's suddenly holding such a sweet and calm glint in his eyes as he takes off his jacket, putting it over your head as he smiles down at you, inner demon now fed again as it seems to crawl back behind his actual soul it consumes daily. You smile back, and he leads you out of the alley, giggling like a teenager when you playfully start to run towards the car, calling him a sore looser when he doesn't let you win like he usually does.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. But he's just a young man as well, deep down.

He's got you sat on his lap as he greedily licks at your neck, teeth suddenly clamping down on the skin as you mewl underneath his touch and actions. He's grinning like the devil in person, his large-in-comparison palms holding your behind as they suddenly sneak underneath your shirt; his shirt, actually, and the main reason he suddenly got hungry to devour you. Your hair is still slightly damp, but he doesn't care as he lifts you up, placing you underneath him on your shared bed, hair falling into his eyes as he pulls the dark grey carharrt shirt over your head, immediately kissing your collarbone, hands kneading your breasts needily as he seems too eager to slow down anytime soon. He grabs your ribs and its as if he doesn't know where to touch- he wants it all, wants to feel it all, all at once, because it drowns out all the bad things he usually does. You're an outlet for his pent up aggression, only that he lets loose differently with you. He's got no hunger to make you suffer, to give you pain or to have you look at him in fear. No, he simply craves the way you writhe underneath him, ready for him, wanting, needing him. Such an angel, such a whore, so needy for his love and affection.

Something he wasn't sure he was capable of.

But he is, and it shows; while he usually moves with his jaw clenched, his brows furrowed, ever so agitated by the simplest of things, his face is calm now, relaxed, eyes however still feral- his gaze enough to make your core ache and your skin tingle. He's chuckling as he moves you around, suddenly impatient as he noticed your panties won't leave your legs as fast as he wants them to. It irritates him to the point where he just rips them as the seams, the fabric now ruined, but neither of you care as his hand instantly finds its way down to cup your heat, ring- and middle finger collecting your slick to bring it upwards to your clit, thumb running in circles over it as you squirm and whine, making him smile.

You're so sweet like this, and he can't help but move your legs, pulling you closer to him in his usual rough manner- he's not capable of being all gentle and sweet, after all. He tries, he really does, but Jungkook is like an overgrown puppy; he doesn't know how much strength he actually has. And it shows, as you squeak, painfully so, as he had gripped your legs a bit too tightly; fingerprints already an angry red on your skin, and he cooes at you, apologizing. "I'm sorry, so sorry.." He hushes against your skin, placing sweet kisses on the pulsing marks on your leg. "can't help it baby.." He muses, and you simply nod your head, hands reaching out for him as he smiles again, kissing your lips, finally.

He's never been fond of the gesture before, not understanding why something as unsanitary as this could be meant to signify any romance at all. But eventually he's gotten to know the intimacy of it, and had decided for himself that he'll never kiss anyone but you in his life. He doesn't want anyone but you anyways. You're his, for now, and forever.

"You're so sweet angel, you know that?"

He humms it against your neck as he finally rids himself of his own clothes, erection hard and proudly waiting to bury itself into your sweet cunt. "Hmm.." He humms again, amusement in his voice as he continues to draw patterns over your sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. "I still can't believe how I fit inside that pretty body of yours." He says, as you suddenly feel the hot skin of his length against your middle. "Can't believe you can take it so well princess." His hand leaves your core finally, as he slowly enters you, making you mewl as he groans.

He doesn't have much self-restraint, but every time you're together like this, you're both amazed by how much he can control himself. The way he plays you like an expensive instrument makes you hang from his hands like a puppet on its strings. And you love it- the simple fact that he's able to do anything he wants with you, yet he'd never use you just to throw you away. He'd never hurt you. You know this.

He grins as he places his hand over the slight bulge forming underneath your skin where his cock is moving inside you, all warm and swollen, impatient as he can't help but move more vigorously, harder than before, as your body moves along with the beat he's giving you. He's in control, its impossible to lie about that and you don't see any problem with that. Your mind is empty, only pleasure remains as he bites down onto your skin again, hands roaming as if they can't decide where they want to stay; because it's the truth after all. He can't decide what he loves most about you, if your body is whats the most desirable or if its your soul locked inside of it and chained to his own like a prisoner. He gets a kick out of this feeling, out of the way you're speared on his cock like the doll you are, and if he desired to, he could simply snap your bones like those pepero snacks you always eat, and it would be just as sweet as they taste. Yet he doesn't- he's being oh so generous with you, letting you live beside him, keeping you as safe as he could at his side, never to let anything come close to you. You're his.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. But he's also head over heels in love with you.

You don't know what it was this time.

You only know that he's currently in your shared apartment, having returned from Job hunting, and by the sounds of crashing glass, he's probably having another one of those days. You know you should just leave him, but ever so often your own curiosity gets the best of you, and you sit up on the bed, dressed in nothing but a shirt, your panties, and socks to keep your feet warm, since the heating in your apartment broke months ago. You carefully open the bedroom door, peaking around the wood to spot him as he currently kicks his shoes off in an ever so violent manner. He spots you, eyes dark and feral, but this time it's not lust in them. "Get back inside." He barks out, and you know why he does it.

He wants to keep you safe.

Against all odds he knows what he is. He knows he's sick, knows he's a danger to himself and others, and that's why he's always telling you to stay away from him whenever his anger is boiling over like this. It's his way of keeping you safe, keeping you protected and you know better than to go against his own judgement. He knows himself best, after all.

Only as you can hear him hiss in pain do you go against him.

As the apartment grows quiet, you slowly step outside the room again, eyes searching for the form of your boyfriend, before finally spotting him near the kitchen table, one hand on it, while the other is held close to his chest. You can see blood on the white cracked tiled floor close to him, and you immediately grow worried for him. You slowly creep inside the bathroom, retrieving some stuff from the first aid kit, as you walk back outside, spotting him on the couch now. "..kookie?" You carefully ask, wary of any signs of his body that he's not yet down to earth yet. But he doesn't move at all. You slowly walk around the couch, squatting down in front of him as your hands carefully reach out for his inked arm, and he lets you, his eyes eerily not looking at anything at all. You hiss a bit and sit down on his lap as he doesn't argue with you, almost delicately treating his wounded skin. He's probably somehow cut himself on the broken glass from the photo frame he broke. He seems awfully exhausted, which isn't a new sight to you. He usually is after a day like that.

"We're gonna loose the apartment." He says darkly, yet you don't stop what you're doing, simply humming an acknowledgement at him, while you don't look up at him. "Are you even listening?!" He suddenly barks out, grabbing your wrists as you look at him; not in fear however. You simply wait for him, like you always do, until he suddenly looks down onto his hands, letting go of your now red wrists with a look on his face like his favorite puppy has just been killed. "They simply said because of my criminal record they can't employ me-" He began, already getting riled up again as you kissed his cheek to distract him before he could slip again. With you situated on his lap like that, it could prove fatal.

"I'm gonna get a job, from home maybe. We'll figure things out." You softly say, and he doesn't seem like he quite believes you. He doesn't need to, at least not yet. It takes time, but you'll take yourself the time you need, even if its someone else's. Its not like he ever really cared about whats who's after all. "I still love you, you know?" You say, and that's when he breaks.

For the first time in those years you know him, he falls to the ground, crashes onto concrete with full force, and it wrecks through his entire body as he pulls you close, sobbing into your neck as he hiccups and chokes on his emotions, his hug painfully tight, but you don't complain. You're too shocked by his state to react much, other than running a hand over his back in a hopefully soothing manner. He doesn't stop for a moment, and you don't have a good feeling for time, so you cant tell how long you both sit like this, until he's finally exhausted to the point of simple slumping down, asleep as his body finally gives up. You carefully stand up, letting him somehow softly fall to his side as you struggle to pull his legs up to properly lay o the couch. Walking into the bedroom you retrieve blankets for him and yourself, as you crawl underneath his arm to lay against his chest, underneath the blankets, as you try and think of a way to help him.

You can't get a job. Not only because he won't let you, but because you get sick too easily. You're not allowed by doctors advice to work in any field that requires direct customer contact- and sadly that's all your educational level would allow you to work in. It never bothered Jungkook however, if anything he welcomed it as a good reason for you to stay at home, and at his side at all times. For him however, there were different reasons he didn't have a job. He couldn't keep one, with his short temper making him unfit for any job that required him to handle other people. He was a bomb ready to explode any moment at all times, and it was hard for him to land a job at any interview he somehow got. And nowadays, as word got around, no one simply wanted to employ him; stories of him going off at complaints and always being ready to throw hands made him the talk of the town in terms of who to look out for. He also had a criminal record- which didn't make the situation any easier.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. And it's a serious issue.

You somehow made it another month concerning rent.

With you selling some clothing you made yourself for a reasonable price, you somehow had at least a bit of an income, yet Jungkook didn't really seem like himself these days. He didn't leave the apartment much, and seemed much more grim to everything around him. You somehow thought that maybe he was just in a bad mood- but it seemed like this time things were a bit more serious than that.

"Princess?" He calls, as you rub your hand over the side of your neck, having laid on the couch weirdly as you had been taking a nap recently. You perked up at his call, walking out of the open kitchen to meet his gaze in the living room, his eyes serious as he pats his thighs; an invitation for you to sit down. He likes having you seated on his lap like this; it makes him feel all comfortable, knowing that you're so close to him. "I.." He starts, and visibly struggles with finding the right words for what he wants to say. "I want to get therapy." He states, and its quiet for a moment. You need to process his words for a second, as he never spoke about his issues like this. You never really thought about this option at all, and it makes you feel bad, deep inside, as you now realize that this was something you should've thought about as well, from the start on maybe. But you never wanted him to change for you; making you kick yourself in your thoughts. It never occurred to you that he wasn't changing for you, he didn't need to change for you, he needed to change for himself as well. You simply started to smile, and your arms snaked around his neck as he breathed in your scent, happy that you take this so well. He had struggled with the acceptance of it for a long time, and with you at his side, he knows he can somehow maybe change.

Even if its just a bit.

"I want to be a better man. For me, and mostly for you." He starts, and you attempt to speak, but he smiles, and kisses you instead, successfully shutting you up. "Don't say I don't need to. We know I do." He explains, and you nod. You're curious on why he suddenly realized it, but you decide not to dig too deep, as he currently seems vulnerable enough to you. So you simply let him hold you like this, quietly, calmly, while outside the thunderstorm continues, rain hitting the windows with as much force as the wind sees fit. Its ironic, really. Typically the situation is the opposite.

But somehow it feels like everything is changing, right in that moment. Just a few words have been spoken, but the ones that did make it out were a promise, a vow, a sentence of hope to finally get a hold on the future you both had dreamed about before, tangled in sheets and each others limbs. He's always said he wanted a family, as cheesy as it sounded to him back then, and then he'd laughed about it as if it was a joke. It somehow was, at least during that time it was; how could he be a better father than his if he was just the same? He didn't want his story to take a turn like that, to end up hurting you in the process of his own selfishness just to get what he wanted. No, he wanted something different in his life; he wanted his children to look up to him as a person they could be in awe of not because they were scared, but because they were proud to have them.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. But he's also finally realizing it.

Therapy never goes smoothly from A to point B. It's never a smooth ride, never a straight line connecting the start to the goal. And Jungkook is feeling that as he walks through the door, fuming after an in his eyes pointless session with his therapist. Why the fuck would they want to know about his childhood? That's his business and his own only, it doesn't concern anyone other than himself. Hell, he never even talked to you about it- and he sure as hell won't start chatting away with a stranger like this. He can't control himself as his fist connects with the wall next to the door, drywall cracking underneath the force as you stand in the middle of the living room, looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He's disappointed in himself in that moment; he was supposed to get better. He was supposed to have himself in check by now, it was supposed to end; yet here he is, just the same as a month before he started. You try and walk towards him, and he's ready to tell you to turn around and leave him alone, but he doesn't. For some reason, this is not pure anger he's feeling.

It's frustration.

And it leads to his eyes watering, as he lets you hold him close, your warm palms running over his back as best as you can with the height difference, and he simply lets his forehead rest on your shoulder, breathing while you softly count next to his ear. He concentrates and lets go of his emotions all at once, taking his time to feel them before he opens his mind up to letting them go. It sounded stupid to him when he was told that this could help him, but now that he's doing it, he gets why its being taught. It helps. Its like a bandaid being taken off after your cut has heeled. It hurts a bit as its being taken off, but the fresh air on the newly connected skin feels so good that the short sting before is more than worth it.

He sniffles, and you giggle, making him chuckle as well, as he runs a hand over your head, a silent sign that he's okay now. "Try again next week. You're doing so great now, Kookie." You say, and its this small encouragmenent that makes him grin brightly.

Because as you both stand in the kitchen, making homemade pizza for the first time in ages, he feels at ease with his surroundings. He calms down rather quickly even though some things don't go as planned, and laughs more freely at his own mistakes as you smile brightly at him. Sometimes you feel like crying, seeing him change like this, but you're strong enough to hold it in until he leaves during the day. You're still unsure how the future will be changing, still a lot unknown to the both of you, but for now, you'll continue to keep each others heads above the waves with your sewing, while he does his best at getting better. You know he can make it, you're certain he can, and will.

Because Jungkook is sick. But he's finally getting help.

You don't know what has happened when he bursts through the door, uncaring to either take off his shoes nor to close it behind him, as he picks you up, spins you around, grinning so much his eyes crinkle at their sides, and you laugh, even though you don't know why he's so happy. "I got a job! Baby, I finally got a job!" He yells, screams almost, and it makes your eyes water; not because he's taking a huge weight off your shoulder, but because this has been one of his biggest goals ever since he started this journey of getting help. He's so happy about it that this time you can't keep it in, you can't stop the tears as they flow out, making you hiccup and wheep into his shoulder as you struggle to get your words out. "Baby- Princess, hey hey-" He says, setting you down as his hands wipe away at your eyes, the letter confirming his acceptance still in his left hand as he worriedly looks at you. "Why are you crying angel? hm?" He cooes, admittedly a bit amused, because he can imagine what's happening.

"I'm so happy!" You squeeze out, before another wave hits you, and he kneels down, holding you tightly again, as he doesn't let go of you, his love for you overflowing inside his veins as it fills his entire body. He's so thankful for your existence in his life, and he will never be truly able to properly tell you that. It's impossible to put it into his words how much he appreciates you staying at his side through this entire endeavor. Every time he's asked why he does this, his answer is always your name on his lips, always spoken with a slight smile, nowadays a bright grin he's not ashamed showing.

You don't let him go until he chuckles. "Will you let me close the door at least?" He asks amused, as he feels the slightly cool breeze coming inside from the complex' hallway. You disconnect yourself from him for a moment, wiping your eyes with your sleeve as he closes the door, finally taking off his shoes at last, as he walks back, running towards you with a playful growl that makes you laugh as you try and run away from him. But he catches you easily, carrying you over his shoulder into the bedroom, where he bites and licks at your neck, hands pinching your sides making you squirm around and laugh, desperately trying to get away from him. He'll never let you, and you know this, so its unsurprising that he's suddenly pulling your sweater over your head, needing to be close to you. It's cold inside the apartment, and you shiver as the almost icy air around you nips at your skin. "Can't wait until we can use the heating again.." He murmurs against your skin as he shifts around a bit, carefully undressing himself before he crawls underneath the heavy covers with you. "then you can flaunt around in your pretty underwear all day without getting cold." He chuckles, as you hit his chest playfully at the remark. "What? Its always so cold I never get to see you in it." He whines, as he reaches between your legs, inked hand easily working you up as you squirm around. "I never get to see your pretty body properly because we have to hide away like this." He complains, and you simply whine at him, as he suddenly enters you. "For now I'll just warm you up like this, hm?" He humms out, and you nod, not really understanding what you're agreeing to, but you do it anyways.

He's awfully slow and soft, you notice, as he' way more collected as usual. "I love this." He suddenly presses out, eyes closed in bliss as he kisses the side if your neck, trailing down to nip at your collarbone, while his hands find yours, intertwining your fingers in a gesture you can only describe as awfully romantic. "I love being able to make love to you." He explains, as you open your eyes a bit, meeting his as he watches you underneath him. "Though I think you don't mind me being a bit rough with you, no?" He playfully suggests, and your cheeks grow a bit red at that, before he laughs, head dipping down to properly kiss your lips, tongue instantly searching for entrance as he doesn't pick up the pace. "Can't wait until you're all round with my baby." He suddenly suggests, and your eyes open wide as you open your mouth to correct him, but you shut up as his eyes meet yours, determination in them as he suddenly grabs the behind of your thighs, positioning them a bit differently to hit even deeper. "I know, I know-" He chants, as he picks up his pace. "I don't care." He presses out between his own heavy breaths. "I'll just-" He begins, loving the way you mewl under his touch, "I'll just fuck you over and over again until it works." He promises, and you simply nod, unable to deny him. The chances you'll ever conceive are slim- but as he states, never zero. "I'll just- I'll just fill you up until your body can't help but give me a child." He muses, as you start to clench. And he knows, notices, how much this idea is just as enticing to you as it is to him. "You gonna cum? Hm?" He asks, and you nod vigorously before you arch your back off the mattress, making him groan as he shoots his load as well, the visual image of your pleasure underneath him combined with the way you clench his aching length inside granting him his release as well.

As you lay on your sides, all snuggled up underneath the covers after cleaning up, he kisses your bare shoulder, eyes closed. "I mean it, you know." He says, and you humm a reply, before he explains further. "I want a family with you. Someday. When I'm ready." He says, and you nod. You'll somehow make it work, you know this. If he can overcome his demons, you can overcome your own cursed body as well. You deeply hope, at least.

Because Jeon Jungkook is sick, but he's starting to see a future.

"Jeon!" His coworker yells in the big hall he's working in. "Why, pray tell, did you never tell us your girl is that fucking pretty, aye?" He barks in a playful manner, as you walk inside beside the old man, carrying a small plastic bag with what he assumes is a lunchbox. The view of you next to that man stirs something inside him, as he slowly gets up, wrench still in his hand, brows furrowed.

"Because your filthy hands should stay six feet away from her." He responds, with his brows still furrowed, before he finally sneezes.

"Bless you, hah! I'll let you have your break earlier-" The old man winks at you, then gives Jungkook a firm hit against the chest, taking the wrench away from him. "But only because she's cute!" He laughs, as he walks into the hall, Jungkook now walking towards you.

You're proud of him.

Months ago, this would've never been possible; neither the simple fact that he had a job, nor the small incident with his coworker just now. He still got easily irritated, but he worked through these emotions way more easy nowadays. His coworkers and boss know of his past, know what he was like and know that he's still deep in therapy, but they don't judge. They simply accept him, tame him back into his cage whenever he's close to boiling over again. You love the fact that you can walk inside the breakroom with him, eyes sparkling with newfound childish playfulness as he peaks inside the bag you brought him. He's still very careful with you leaving the house, but its not anymore just for his own gain- he's more open to his surroundings, he's starting to think about how he and his actions can affect others. He doesn't care much still; but he's realized that pretending is enough for now. Small steps.

"The handyman was there today." You say, as you watch him dig into the fried rice you brought him, his interest now gained. "They turned on the heating again. Can you imagine? I didn't even know we had floorboard heating!" You exclaimed excitedly, and Jungkooks eyes widen as well.

"Really? I didn't know either. Fuck, can't wait to come home now." He says, swallowing his bite before taking a sip of his canned soda. "Did that label contact you yet?" He asks, and you shake your head. Recently, you had gained the interest of a bigger clothing label, who wanted to collaborate with you for this season's designs. "Ah, that takes time I guess. We'll wait, its fine." You know he's not only saying that for you, but himself as well. He still gets agitated over small things, but he deals with them a bit more easily. "I'll be home in a couple hours. Do you wanna wait here, or go home?" He asks, and you stand up, packing his now empty food container as you smile.

"I'll take the bus, don't worry." You say, and he furrows his brows playfully.

"Mask?" He asks, and you hold it up proudly, well aware of the precautions you need to take to make public transport safe for you.

"Good girl. Text me when you're home yeah? I'll get us takeout for dinner." He says, as he kisses the top of your head. You nod, and wave him goodbye as you two go separate ways, at least for now, until he's finally free of work.

Jeon Jungkook is sick.

But he's slowly healing.

[aliendes]

Eventually (NSFW) 18+

From this ask: Jungkook + impregnation kink <3

A/N: I did a bit of reading for this one lol. This is not something I have written before, so hopefully it’s okay. This turned into more of a oneshot than a drabble lol

Warnings: impreg kink, unprotected sex (stob it), lots of cum cos it me, oral (f receiving), fingering, sweetness. It’s sweet, so sweet. Tooth rotting, even. oh & it’s unedited bcuz of course it is byeeeeee! 

Word count: 3.1k~

About a month ago, you overheard your sweet and usually shy boyfriend talking about his kinks with his best friend, Taehyung. Typically, Jungkook is very reserved, a bit of an introvert, and definitely not one to overshare. However, you came home from class early one night to overhear Jungkook talking through Discord with Tae, and you really didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when you heard you bunny boy talking about getting you pregnant, you blanched.

After listening in to their conversation for a few minutes, you realized they were actually talking about kinks and he didn’t actually want to get you pregnant, at least, not yet. You two have been dating for about three years now, and you’re both entirely committed to one another, but you’re also both only sophomores in college, so starting a family isn’t on your list of things to do quite yet. 

But, you were intrigued by the idea that his kink involved finishing inside of you with the thought that he’d get you pregnant. After hearing their conversation, you started to read about it a bit online, trying to figure out if it’s something you’d be into, and you decided to give it a try.

Three weeks ago, you went to the doctor and started birth control, a week ago you were officially safe to start having unprotected sex, and tonight, is your date night with Jungkook. You haven’t told him about the birth control yet, and you wanted to keep it a surprise until you could get him in the bedroom.

The two of you went to a cute cafe for dinner, a place you’ve been wanting to try for a while now. It was a really nice night, and you were excited to get home and show Jungkook just how much you appreciate him. You just hope he won't be too upset with your eavesdropping and you can make it up to him with your surprise. 

You had just finished cleaning your makeup off your face and getting ready for bed. You decided to forgo any pajamas, in hopes that Jungkook would get your message. It was Saturday night, neither of you had work or classes tomorrow, and it didn’t take much to rile him up, especially since you’ve both been so busy recently you haven’t had much time to spend together. 

When you walk into your shared bedroom, wearing only your panties and a bra, Jungkook is relaxing on the bed, one arm folded under his head as he lays back on the pillows, scrolling through his phone. It looks like he’s already gotten ready for bed, as he’s only wearing his boxers. You clear your throat slightly and bite your lips as Jungkook looks over at you. 

At the sight of you wearing next to nothing, he gapes slightly, as his phone slips from his grip, smacking him in the face. You bring your hand up to your face to stifle a giggle as he rubs at the spot on his cheek, groaning. 

“Don’t laugh,” he grunts, one eye closed as he puts his phone on the nightstand, “what’s the occasion, babe?” He looks at you, reaching his arms out with grabby hands as you walk over to him, crawling over his body and straddling his waist. You feel the rumble in his chest from his contented hum as you make yourself comfortable on top of him. His hands slide down your sides, resting just above your butt, rubbing soft circles into the skin as he takes a deep breath, a happy smile on his face when he looks at you. 

“I miss you,” you whisper, placing a lingering kiss on his bare chest, making him look down at your funny, an overexaggerated frown on his face. 

“Honey, I’m right here,” you can tell he’s being playful, yet cautious, unsure of where you’re taking the conversation, “is everything okay?”

“Mm, yes,” you whisper, bringing your head up and placing a sweet kiss against his lips, “just wanna feel close to you.”

Jungkook smiles at you, kissing your lips again. “Okay,” he whispers softly, “let’s cuddle.”

You smirk at him, giving a small shake of your head, making him look at you in confusion. “Want more,” you say lowly, “want to feel you, Kook.”

“Mm, yeah, baby?” You could feel his member starting to harden beneath you. Gently, you push your hips into his, making him groan. “What’s gotten into you?” He chuckles at your antics. You aren’t usually so forward with him, usually letting him initiate sex, but ever since you heard his conversation with Tae, you couldn’t stop thinking about this.

You weren’t sure how to broach the subject. Should you just bring up that you overheard them? Should you tell him while you’re in the middle of the act? You decide on the former, grinding into one more time before sitting up slightly, propping yourself up on his bare chest. You bit your lip shyly, looking down at him with a bashful expression. He cocks his head to the side, furrowing his brow slightly, but a smile still on his face. 

“So, I heard you talking with Tae,” his face immediately drops, so you rush out, “not like that! It’s a good thing, promise!” He raises a brow in concern urging you to continue, his lips in a slight pout. “I came home early one night and heard you talking about…” you trail off, looking at the headboard rather than his face, “kinks?” Your voice is small and reserved. 

When you finally gain enough courage to look him in the eye, his face is drained of color, eyes wide in shock. You instantly regret your decision, bringing a hand up to push the hair out of his face, your features soften. “Baby, I wanna try it. I started the pill.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jungkook look so much like the animal people compare his eyes too than right now. His eyes are so wide, mouth slightly agape as he starts at you. He has that look on his face that he gets when he’s thinking really hard about something, and for a second, you think he might laugh at you, tell you it was all a joke, that he didn’t really mean it.

But then, all of the sudden, you’re flipped onto your back faster than you can blink, and Jungkook is on top of you, caging you in with his strong arms. The look in his eyes when you finally look up at him is something you’ve never seen from your sweet boyfriend. His pupils are blown wide, he looks almost… animalistic as he grinds his hips into you one time, letting you know how hard he is.

You gulp, staring up at him as he speaks slow and quiet. “You better not be fucking with me,” you shake your head back and forth quickly, letting him know you are in fact, serious. “Why were you eavesdropping, little one?”

Your eyes widen in shock at the way he’s talking. It’s not like he’s not dominant in bed, because he definitely can be, but this is a whole different side of him you aren’t used to. “I-I’m sorry, Kook. I really didn’t mean t-to,” you whisper the last part, “I just overheard part of it, and it w-worried me, so I listened to what you guys were talking about. After I heard it was a kink, I looked into it…” you trail off not sure what else to say to him. 

“And what did you find out?” His voice is low, nearly a growl, arousal pooling in your panties at his tone. 

“I- I wanna… try it,” your voice is tiny, barely a whisper. 

Jungkook smirks above you, a glint in his eye. He’s so turned on right now by you, one wrong move of his hips and he could definitely cum in his boxers. This is his biggest fantasy, coming to life without him having to have even said anything.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you up? Fuck you full of my cum?”

Holy shit.

You knew you were interested in this, but the gush of wetness between your legs was telling just how much it was turning you on. “Y-yes, please, Kookie.” You don’t break eye contact, biting your lip as you thrust your hips upwards to get some sort of relief.

Jungkook leans down, pressing his lips against yours for a moment before pulling away. Looking at you with love in his eyes, his next words are barely a whisper, “You’re really okay with this? You’re on the pill?” 

You nod, “Yes, Kook. More than okay with it.” You smile up at him as he places another kiss to your lips. When he pulls back, he rolls his hips into you again, making you whimper softly. 

He closes his eyes and throws his head back, sucking in a deep breath through his nose. “God, you’re amazing. I’m gonna fill you up so good,” he moans as he reaches down, feeling the wet spot on your ruined panties, “holy shit. Does this turn you on that much, baby?” You nod at his words, eyes slipping closed as he pushes the crotch of your panties to the side, finger running up and down your slit, collecting your juices and teasing your clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet, let me taste you?”

Again, you nod aggressively, making him chuckle. On his way down the bed, he shucks his own boxers and pulls your panties down your legs, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of your pink pussy, already swollen with arousal. Without warning, he dives in, eating you out like a man starved. 

You gasp as he immediately pushes his tongue into your entrance, swishing it back and forth, tasting all you have to offer him. Back arching off the bed, you reach down and run your fingers through his long, curly hair. You aren’t sure if it’s just the way he always treats you, or if it’s the dirty talk he’s been spewing, but your senses feel heightened, and every little touch is making you tremble. He seems to notice this, gripping your thigh with one hand, the other coming up to tease at your entrance while his tongue works your bud.

“Gonna stretch you out, you’re gonna take my cum so well, baby,” he groans into your pussy, inserting two fingers right off the bat, making you moan at the stretch. It’s been about a week since the two of you fooled around, so it was a little more of a stretch than you were expecting, but it felt amazing with how wet and ready you were. He attaches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly, and lets out a moan when you clench down on his fingers. 

“Kookie,” you pant, trying to catch your breath from the pleasure he was giving you, “Kook.”

He pulls his mouth off you for a moment, face covered in your slick as he looks up at you. 

“Wanna cum on your cock, p-please,” the sight of him, your juices all over his chin and mouth, has you moaning again, “need your cum.”

“Fuck,” he sits up immediately, but leaves his fingers in your pussy, scissoring them as his other hand reaches for his cock, languidly stroking it as he watches you, squirming for him. “Say it again,” he demands, pulling his fingers from you when he thinks you’re sufficiently stretched. 

You make your voice as whiny as you can, knowing that’s what he wants, “Please Kook, need your cum. Fill me up, give me a baby.”

His cheeks are on the verge of pink, and you can’t tell if it’s from exertion or embarrassment, but it doesn’t deter him. Leaning over you, he pushes his tip against your slit, gathering your juices. He moans out, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling. In the three years you’ve been together, you’ve never had sex without a condom. Well, except that one time you were both drunk and he accidentally slipped it in before realizing.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, pushing into your gently. Both of you are moaning messes, relishing in the way his smooth cock is rubbing against your velvet walls, the feeling nothing like what it usually feels like with a rubber barrier. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” he whimpers, fully sheathing himself inside you, “this feels incredible.”

You hum in agreement, but it comes out more like a moan. “Feel s’good, Kook,” you let your eyes slip closed as he slowly pulls out of you until just the tip is still inside, “please fuck me!”

He groans, just the sight of your blissed out face is almost too much for him. Steeling himself, he pushes back into you, and then again, and again, until he finds his rhythm. The feeling of your warm pussy squeezing around him feels so good against his cock, he can’t even begin to explain it to you. 

His thrusts start to get sloppier after a few minutes, as he leans down, pulling the cups of your lace bra down beneath your tits so he can capture one of your nipples in his warm mouth. You scream out at the feeling, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other coming up to tug lightly at his hair. His pace slightly falters, thrusting even harder into you, chasing his high. 

“Cum for me, baby,” he moans, popping off your nipple before diving back into the other one. He sucks and nibbles at it for a moment before pulling away again. “Want to feel you cum around me bare,” he moans when you clench down, “let go, babe. I got you.”

You arch your back off the bed as his hand slips between your bodies, two fingers expertly finding your swollen clit and drawing small circles on it. “You’re so swollen, baby,” he groans, leaning down and sucking at your collarbone, “your pussy is so pretty, so ready for my baby.”

You let out a wanton moan at his words. You had no idea this would turn you on so much, but you can’t get enough of it. “Kook, please!” You scream out, not sure what you’re begging for, but he seems to know, as he puts a little more pressure on your bud, making your legs twitch, your orgasm building quick. 

“You like that, babe? Want me to fuck you full of my cum? Fill up that pretty little pussy until it’s leaking out, yeah?” He groans, losing himself at his own words, “You’d look so pretty carrying my baby, YN.”

That’s what does it. The dam breaks, your coil unravelling as your whole body tenses. You clench down on him harder than he thinks you ever have before, walls fluttering around him as he stills for a second, fingers still rolling your clit between them to help you ride out your high. 

It’s like electricity is flowing through your veins, and he feels it too, a fire burning in his belly. “Fuck,” he draws out the word, pulling back out only to thrust in, harder this time, “gonna cum, fuck gonna cum.” 

You barely realize what’s happening, still dizzy from your own orgasm, as Jungkook stills inside you, pushing his cock as far into your pussy as he can. You curse at the feeling, hands coming up to grip and his biceps. The moans and grunts coming out of your boyfriend are like nothing you’ve ever heard before. You can feel the way his cock is twitching inside you, shooting rope after rope of warm cum into you. The feeling is amazing, a warmth spreading through your middle up to your belly. 

You reach up with one of your hands, pushing his sweat-dampened hair out of his face, dragging it down his perfectly sculpted cheek, watching the way his face twists in pleasure. You smile at him when he finally looks at you, a panting, sweaty mess. 

Both of your chests are heaving as he sits up slightly, letting your hand fall back down to the bed, and he looks down at your abused pussy. The sight is enough to make his cock twitch inside you again, making you whimper lightly. 

“Oh fuck,” he moans, pulling his cock back slightly to see it covered in both your releases, “shit, that was hot.” He pulls out farther, bringing his hand up to cup your heat as his softening dick falls out, gathering up his cum and pushing it back into you. He swirls his fingers around a bit, playing with the cum and watching like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. You watch, mouth slightly agape as he pulls his fingers from you and holds them up in front of him, inspecting them. The sight is weirdly hot, and before you can stop it, you let out a loud moan.

He lifts an eyebrow at you, a smirk on his face. “You like this, baby?” He chuckles, bringing his fingers down to your face, to which you obediently open your mouth. He slips his digits into your mouth as you wrap your tongue around them, sucking his and your cum off them. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groans when you pop off his fingers, licking your lips seductively. 

You smile up at him innocently and he swears he’s about to get hard again with how sweet and pretty you look right now, tits hanging out of your bra, hair a mess, pussy leaking cum. “Thank you,” you say sweetly. Fuck, and you’re thanking him for his cum? He thinks he might pass out.

Grinning his big bunny grin, he leans down, kissing you passionately, before he pulls away and looks into your eyes. His dark brown orbs conveying all his love to you. “Do you think it’ll actually happen eventually?”

You furrow your brow, confused by his words for a moment, before you realize what he means. “Yeah, Kook. I do.” You smile again, kissing the tip of his nose.

“I can’t wait to really give you a baby, YN,” he whispers, resting his head in the crook of your neck, leaving quick kisses on the skin there, “not now, of course, but eventually. Can’t wait to have a family with you.”

You nod, wrapping your arm around his head, pulling him closer, “I can’t either Kookie, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[untaemedqueen]

I’m The King, I’m The Boss (M)

OT7 x Reader ; Yoongi x Reader

WordCount: 6.2k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Impreg Kink, Daddy Kink, Dom!Yoongi, Dom!Namjoon, Sub!Jeongguk, Switch!Reader, Degradation (slut, whore, cum whore, cum slut), Cock Slapping, Bondage, Edging, Begging, Praise, Squirting, Choking, Face Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Hand Job, Spanking, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, Over Stimulation, Anal Sex, Cream Pie, Reader Is An Easel For Cum

A/N: I want to give a shout out to the bae @xjoonchildx​ for hyping me up while writing this as well as making a grave mistake that still is making me laugh hours after doing so. I really love her and I love that she read this for my dumb ass <3 Welp. Enjoy this!

Based in the world of: Fated To Love You

Waiting in bed for your husband is one of the most painstaking tasks in all of history. Only on Tuesdays do you wait with bated breath for when he would walk through the door. You don't know how much more television you could watch before you go crazy. He hadn't texted, hadn't called and you knew very well why. He had been on set all day for his new mixtape, you didn't want to disturb him but you were lonely even with four of your husband's home. You whine loudly before your phone buzzes at the end of your ridiculously large bed.

2:36 Yoongs: Baby girl. Daddy misses you. (Picture Attached)

Your eyes widen, holding the phone closer to your face before opening the picture. 

"Oh my God." You mumble before narrowing your eyes at the picture. There your husband was in all his glory with long blonde hair, half tied up fastened by a manggeon with a scar running from just above his eyebrow to below his cheekbone. You feel your mouth go dry before choking on your own spit. How was he this fucking hot? It's almost cruel. You stare at the picture, tilting your head before opening your mouth. 

Your eyes glaze over the whole picture, the brilliantly flashy hanbok he’s wearing all the way down to the gold chain he adorns around his neck before looking at his sharp, feral like gaze. You can feel your panties getting wet just from this one picture and you lay back on the bed before your phone vibrates once more. 

2:40 Yoongs: King Min got your tongue, baby girl? He isn’t as lenient as Daddy is.

You swallow thickly before holding your phone over your face typing out to your husband. 

2:41 You: You come home without that look and you’re sleeping in your own bed.

You could practically hear his rickety laughter and it makes you smile. You open the picture back up before whistling. “Min Yoongi you’re hot as fuck.” 

2:46 Yoongs: Yes ma’am. (Picture Attached)

You bite your bottom lip before opening the picture. You gasp loudly and drop the phone before your head lolls back. “What happened?” Hoseok asks, peeking into your room before raising an eyebrow.

Clearing your throat you shake your head before smiling gently at your husband. “Nothing. I’m okay.” He furrowed his eyebrow at your small voice. “Okay then. Both of the babies are asleep. I’m going to bed. Goodnight, baby. I love you.”

“Love you too.” You murmur before picking your phone back up and widening your eyes at the picture. Yoongi sits on the throne of the set, hard cock in hand with his bottom lip purchased between his teeth. Hands fan at your face before you’re zooming into the picture to focus on his cock. Long and hard, you can see a shimmer at the head of his cock signifying precum pooling at his slit. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you lick at your lips wanting to feel the weight of him on your tongue. Rose colored veins fleck the length and you groan gently as your hand reaches down past your stomach. Your hand nestles at the apex of your thighs before running your fingers over your folds. Your mouth opens slightly, tongue pressing against the back of your two front teeth before your phone vibrates again.

2:53 Yoongs: No touching yourself baby girl. You know, I’ll know if you do.

2:53 Yoongs: Love you babe. 

You throw your phone across your large bed before kicking your legs out with a whine. Fuck you, Min Yoongi.

Why is the night so fucking long? You tried to stay awake but after it hit five o'clock in the morning you just couldn't stay awake any longer. It isn't until a hand wraps around your bare waist that you get pulled from your sweet slumber. You stir gently, feeling soft lips press against your skin before whining gently. "Yoongs?" Your voice is laced with sleep as you mumble your question.

"At your service." You hear his voice reply, as you turn onto your back. His finger trailing over the skin of your stomach before coming face to face with your newly scarred husband. Long flowing blonde hair falls in rivets over his shoulders before he winks down at you. "Daddy." You mutter out happily, hand lifting to the fake scar on his face before he catches your wrist with his hand. He tsks gently, before kissing the palm of your hand. 

"Did Daddy say you could touch him?" He whispers above you. You take in the rich looking kings hanbok he wears before shaking your head slightly. "No, Daddy. I'm sorry." He hums before dropping your wrists and raising his eyebrow. 

Sitting up you look past him to the two other men in the room before your mouth opens confused. "Babe. What's on your face

?" You ask your other husband as Jin smiles at you.

"A beard. You don't like it?" He asks, gingerly pressing his crooked fingers to his face. You smile warmly at him before Yoongi's hands raise to your face. He turns your head to look at him before raising an eyebrow. "Who's in charge of your slutty little cunt tonight?" He asks you calmly. The scar looks really fucking good on your husband.

Exuding dominance and hardened eyes you bow your head slightly at his stare. "You, Daddy. I'm sorry." You whisper as Jeongguk steps behind you before tying your hair up in a high ponytail like Yoongi likes it. 

"Good girl." He praises before running his thumb over your cheek. He looks gorgeous as the morning sunrise highlights his features in the orange tinted room.

"You had to wait a long time for me, hmm? I'm sorry." He murmurs before his thumb runs over your bottom lip. Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers trail down your bare chest. "I missed you, Noona." Jeongguk whispers in your ear before wrinkling his nose. 

Yoongi's warm fingertips drift over your nipples, watching them harden under his gaze. "Fuck." He curses before locking eyes with yours. 

Something about him with this long scar makes his eyes seem so much more feral. Like his eyes hone in on you and only you. "I had a talk with the boys and it seems like your cunt is mine to impregnate this time." He whispers against the shell of your ear before kissing down your soft skin.

It wasn't too long ago you had Jeongguk's baby and you hadn't really discussed who the next husband to have a baby was. "Go get the other guys, hyung." Yoongi instructs before pushing you down onto the bed. 

There was a hierarchy in this family that could not be ignored. Yoongi and Namjoon were in fact the top of the hierarchy in the bedroom. "Why don't you spread your little slut legs for our Guk? He loves to eat your pretty cunt." With a whimper your legs open for the youngest as he kneels between your thighs.

He looks up at you for confirmation before smiling gently. You nod to him before looking at your scarred husband. His eyes roam over your body, bottom lip finding purchase between his teeth as Jeongguk bows down. "You're such a pretty little cum whore. I was thinking about fucking a baby into you all day long." Yoongi mumbles before pressing a kiss to your lips.

The kiss was heated, his lips pressing hard against yours as he relays all of his passionate wanting from earlier. You feel a gentle suckle at your clit earning a gasp to let his tongue explore your mouth. His warm, wet appendage runs over yours as he flicks at your hard nipples with his thumbs. "What? I have to go to the studio so-" Hoseok's whine is cut off as he steps foot into the bedroom. 

"Oh fuck." He murmurs as Yoongi grabs your wrists hauling them over your head. Breaking the kiss, he licks at your bottom lip. His pupils blow out as he stares down at your face. "Get me the handcuffs, Seok." He calls his best friend before pressing your hands into the mattress above you. 

“You taste so sweet Noona.” You hear from below as Jeongguk runs a flat lick up your pussy lips. His lips suck sweetly at the folds and you moan gently as Yoongi sits up taller. “That’s it, baby girl. Moan for the little man eating your pussy so well.” Yoongi murmurs before kissing down your chest. His perfect lips suckle petals of reds and purples as you writhe underneath the both of them. Your eyes flutter shut as Guk prods at your entrance with his tongue. “Thank you.” You hear Yoongi murmurs before the telltale sounds of metal clanking against metal resound throughout your ears. The cool metal is placed around your wrists holding them both in place before Yoongi instructs Guk to stop. 

“Up the bed.” He instructs you and you push the balls of your feet up the mattress until your hands can comfortably lean against the headboard. “Grip.” He mumbles before suckling once at your nipple. Gripping the bar with shaky hands he attaches the pair of handcuffs to the headboard with a wry smirk. 

He notices how your thighs press together, your now swollen pussy dying for attention and he gives a gentle chuckle that makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment. He was always so good at exuding his dominance without even trying. “Eyes on me, baby girl.” Yoongi mumbles as you feel the familiar hands of Hoseok roaming over your sides. 

Your eyes open, attention wavering as Jimin and Taehyung enter the room with mussed hair and bleary eyes. Your husband's eyes narrow at you before slapping the sensitive skin of your thighs. “Listen to me, or you’re going to get it.” You hear a sharp inhale of breath at the doorway and you try your best to focus on the scarred man as he pinches your nipple roughly. 

Your moans ricochet off the walls as he licks at his lips. “Spread her legs.” He instructs and your legs are splayed within a matter of seconds. Your cunt twitches and aches with fervent need as he brushes his long blonde hair over his shoulders. “Come look at our wifes slutty cunt.” He tells them before his hand dips down your stomach. His fingers making a V motion before opening your pussy lips for the six other men to lewdly stare at your swollen sex. He runs his middle finger over your core, gathering your arousal before rubbing sweet circles on your clit.

“Such a pretty little slut, isn’t she?” You whimper at his words as Jeongguk rubs comforting strokes with his thumb over your ankle. “Tell the boys what you want.” Yoongi whispers before kissing down the marked column of your neck.

“I want Daddy to fuck me.” You whisper, earning a smile at your neck. 

“Fuck.” Jin curses before pawing at his pants. 

“That’s all you want? You just want me to split you with my cock? That’s it?” Yoongi asks before rubbing harder circles against your clit. Moaning gently, your head lolls back as he sits up. “I want Daddy to put a baby inside me. Fuck me real good and get me pregnant with his baby.” 

Yoongi hums at your words before pulling down his pants. The rest of the men in the room groan loudly at you writhe with anticipation on the mattress. His erect cock springing out and darkening the black robes he wears with his precum. The head of his cock is an angry red, begging to be touched and your mouth goes dry as a trail of precum lazily traipses down his thick length. “You’re a little cum slut aren’t you?” He tilts his head at the question, fisting his cock in one hand as he pumps at his length. 

You whimper, neck craning as he pulls farther away from you knowing how torturous this must be. A firm hand comes to your inner thigh, the sting making you gasp as your eyes squeeze shut. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. You ungrateful whore.” 

Pinching your nipple harshly, he raises his eyebrows at you. The long scar highlighting his expectant look as your eyes open to his. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m your little cum slut.” His cock visibly twitches at your words and you whimper feeling your arousal begin to drip down to the bed. The air is cool and yet, it does nothing to calm your heated cunt. “Yes, you are.” He murmurs before straddling your body. 

“Since you’re a little brat. You’ll have to wait for Daddy’s cock in your needy little cunt until I give it to you.” He trails the head of his cock against your cheek, coating your face in his precum before slapping your lips with the head. You mewl gently, lips opening begging to taste him. His hand comes to your ponytail, tugging harshly as a feral smile forms on his lips. “Open up, slut.” He commands before you hear the shifting of clothes around the bed to watch you suck him. 

Yoongi was always good at this, always able to keep your attention away from the six others in the room like he was the only one there. Opening your lips wider, you run your tongue in a circular motion around the head earning a gentle sigh from your husband above you. “That’s it.” He whispers before taking off the robes he adorns. His pale chest coming into view as his blonde hair flows over his chest covering his dark nipples. 

His cock is heavy on your tongue, the musky taste of his precum makes you whine as you struggle against the hands on your ankles to close your legs for relief. Another comforting swipe comes from Guk as Yoongi thrusts into your mouth. “You’re Daddy’s little cocksleeve aren’t you, baby girl?” He asks through gritted teeth as he runs his thumb over your precum soaked cheek. You whimper in response, your gag reflex activating as he thrusts harshly into your mouth.

“Look how well she takes cock, fuck.” Namjoon murmurs before pulling his cock out of his briefs. Tears stream down your cheeks as you run your tongue over the base of his cock. You can feel him growing thicker, his gentle groans letting you know he’s close for you.

“Hyung can I touch her? Please? Her pussy is so swollen for it.” Jeongguk asks quietly as he runs his fingers over your calf. Your eyes lock with Yoongi's, throat muscles swallowing to take more of him as he curses underneath his breath. Pulling on your ponytail harder, he fucks his cock into your mouth quicker. His thigh muscles shake above you as he moans your name. 

“Fuck, you suck my cock so well, baby girl. You’re such a good little whore.” His eyes close and you try to pull your legs closed once more dying for relief as Namjoon runs his thumbs over your nipples. Spittle and precum dribble down your chin as Yoongi moans loudly above you. He’s close and you can feel your clit beginning to throb with almost unbearable need as Hoseok grips your ankle tighter to keep your legs apart. “Hyung?” Jeongguk asks quietly, earning a slap on his shoulder from Jimin.

Yoongi pulls your head closer to him, your nose nestling against his pubic bone as he uses your throat as a cock sleeve. “Touch her.” He mutters before continuing to thrust into your mouth. You feel fingers brush against your inner thighs, the gentle touch driving you insane as you moan against the heavy weight of Yoongi’s cock. His bare chest heaves as his arm muscles begin to shake, you could feel his cock beginning to throb in your throat. Jeongguk’s fingers make contact with your sodden cunt, raking his fingers over your swollen folds. Moaning loudly, your eyes roll back as Taehyung sits on the bed beside you whispering words of praise in your ear. “You’re such a good little cum slut, so fucking willing.” Yoongi mumbles before pulling his cock from your mouth and gripping the base to respite his orgasm. 

Wiping your chin of spittle he bends down to give you a gentle kiss before climbing off of you. “Daddy please, it hurts.” You whine to him as Jimin kneels beside you on the bed. His head bowing down to suckle at your breast before Yoongi's fingers are in his hair. “Did you ask permission to touch her?” He asks the younger man as he tugs at his hair. Jimin winces before shaking his head and sitting on the balls of his feet. 

“Your slutty little cunt hurts? Hmm?” Yoongi asks you as Jeongguk rubs small circles on to your clit. You sigh gently, grateful for the attention before nodding up at him. Your hands pull at the handcuffs, feeling utterly trapped beneath him as he begins to smirk above you. “Make her cum.” He instructs Guk before kissing you deeply, your precum tainted tongue colliding with his as you mewl into his mouth. 

“Fuck, she’s such a good girl.” Taehyung whispers before placing wet kisses on your heated skin. Your body is heightened with all the attention, all of their touches feeling euphoric as Jeongguk prods at your needy pussy with his middle finger. “Fuck!” You whine into Yoongi’s mouth as he bites your bottom lip harshly. The sting makes you groan as your head lolls back. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby girl.” Your scarred husband mumbles before uncuffing your hands from the headboard. Reaching your hands forward, your hands run over his pale chest. Fingertips pressing against the small, undefined abs of his stomach as Guk flicks at your swollen nub. You moan his name loudly, his eyes fluttering shut as he whimpers at your taste.

Entering a finger inside of you, your thighs shake as you lock eyes with Yoongi. “You like that? You like how Guk fingers your needy little pussy? Hmm?” You nod as he adds another finger, expertly curling them to the spongy bundle of nerves within your channel. 

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck! Feels so good.” He hums, fingers dipping between your thighs as Jeongguk pulls away to make way for the older man's fingers. “You’re going to be a good girl and take my cum deep in your pussy? Get nice and pregnant for us?” He asks gently, his eyes softening with a loving gaze. 

You nod to him as Jeongguk begins to curl his fingers faster against your spot. Your breath hitches, moans rolling off of your tongue as your eyes flutter shut. “That’s it baby. Cum for us. Cum like the little whore you are for your audience.” Yoongi commands.

Hoseok’s lips begin to trail up your leg as he grips you tighter, the soft plushiness adding to your arousal as an invisible band begins to tighten within you. Toes curling, your back bows off the bed as Jeongguk pumps his fingers in faster. You could hear him whimpering, wanting to please you as best as he could. “Can I?” Taehyung asks Yoongi as he hovers over your breast, his hot breath fanning over your skin as you moan out. 

You don’t hear the affirmation but his lips are wrapped around your nipple within seconds, tongue flicking at the hardened nub as he tugs on the sensitive skin with his lips. “Daddy!” You whine as he intertwines your fingers. His free hand runs his hard cock over your other breast as Jeongguk’s lips attach back to your clit. Pumping his length gently, he watches your body convulse beneath him begging to let go as you reach the precipice of your pleasure.

“You want to cum now, baby girl?” He asks quietly as Namjoon tugs at your ponytail gently. “Yes, Daddy please! Want to cum for you so badly!” You manage to whine as Guk’s teeth gently scrape over your bundle of nerves. 

“Then cum.” As if he willed it, your orgasm hits. A galaxy of stars paint the back of your eyelids as you moan loudly. You can feel the gush of cum leave you as your ears begin to ring. Tears of pleasure streak down your cheek as Jeongguk pulls away from your pulsing core. Pumping his fingers in and out slowly as all seven of your husbands watch you ride out your high. “Thank you for cumming on me, Noona.” Jeongguk whispers before pulling away. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Hoseok comments as his eyes fall to the soaked bed sheets. Yoongi smirks finding his place between your thighs as he runs his cock through the folds of your cunt. His eyes widening with mischief as he taps the head of his cock to your over stimulated clit. You whine gently, eyes on his face as he pushes his blonde hair off of his shoulders. Jimin wipes your tear streaked cheeks before placing a gentle kiss at your temple as Yoongi teases your entrance. “Ready, baby girl? Ready to take my child?” 

Whimpering you nod as Jimin pulls you up only to lay you over his body. His fingers brush at your marked throat before looking up at the older man. All eyes are on him as he prods at your tight ring of muscle, not a word is uttered as you both gasp gently. The stretch is wide, his cock spreading you open. You grip at Jimin’s thighs on either side of you, head lolling back to his chest as Yoongi enters you slowly. “Fuck, you have such a tight little cunt.” He whispers, his hands hooking behind your knees as he pushes them up to your chest. 

“Feels good?” Taehyung asks as he pulls down his boxers. Yoongi curses gently, ignoring his question as he stills within you. With each ragged breath you could feel the head of his cock rubbing against your cervix folds and you whimper for more. Wiggling your hips as Jimin shushes you kissing the shell of your ear. “Behave.” Yoongi commands you as he runs his hands over your calves. 

Your pussy finally relaxes around his intrusion as Taehyung grabs your wrist. “Stroke my cock.” He instructs you. There was always an exception for Taehyung, he didn’t have to follow any of Yoongi’s rules and he constantly said so. He was the only that introduced you to all of them in the first place. Yoongi pulls out of you slowly, your velvet walls deliciously dragged by the bulbous head of his cock and your breath hitches in your throat as he groans. His eyes flutter shut before thrusting back in harshly. Your body convulses, mouth dropping open as Jimin puts his hands to your knees at your chest keeping you in place. 

“You’re so fucking wet. Christ.” Yoongi mumbles, his voice dropping an octave before swallowing thickly. He finds his pace quickly, head lolling back as his eyebrows furrow. His body begins to grace a sheen of sweat as he curses loudly. Your hand begins to stutter on Taehyung’s cock as your body is consumed with white-hot pleasure, your limbs tingling with euphoric sensation as you whine.

“You’re such a good girl, letting me fuck your fertile little cunt. Gonna fuck you full and get you nice and round with my baby. Fuck!” He curses as your toes begin to curl. The sounds of your sodden cunt being battered resound throughout the room as Jin kneels on the bed beside Joon, his cock in hand as he watches the sight before him.

“Want your baby so badly, please Daddy.” You whimper as Jimin’s plush lips traipse down your neck, plucking at your delicate skin. It’s then that Yoongi angles your hips higher, bottom lip tucking between his teeth as each thrust of his thick cock drags against your golden spot within you. Your body sings with praise, thigh muscles shaking with pleasure as you gasp loudly. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, your mouth babbling nonsense. 

“Look how fucked out our little slut is, begging me for my baby.” Yoongi mumbles outwardly, his eyes enraptured as your breasts heave with every thrust. “Daddy, fuck! Feels so good.” 

“Yeah? You like that? You like Daddy’s big cock fucking your little pussy right open? Tell the boys how much you love Daddy’s cock.” He whispers before pressing his chest to your legs. 

His thrusts become harder, impelling you with a quickness that knocks the wind from your lungs. “Play with her nipples. She likes that.” Yoongi tells Jimin as his blonde sideburns begin to stick with sweat to his face. 

The younger man's deft fingers pinch and roll your nipples as you grasp harder at Taehyung’s cock earning a loud gasp from him. “Keep going, princess. I’m going to cum.” Taehyung tells you as Yoongi lets up on his thrusts for you to concentrate. His thrusts are deep still, your cunt clenching at his cock as Taehyung’s precum streams over your knuckles.

“Just like that, fuck. So close.” Taehyung whispers as Yoongi grabs your ankles placing them over his shoulders. You can feel his large cock throbbing in your hand as Jimin pinches at your nipple roughly. “Noona looks so pretty fucked out.” Jeongguk whispers as his lips trail over your stomach. 

“Fucking right.” Namjoon mumbles as Taehyung gasps loudly, his body leaning over yours before cumming on your chest. The men collectively groan before Yoongi picks up his pace once more, your eyes rolling back into your head as he fucks you for all he’s worth. Small curses resound throughout the room before hearing a high pitched baby whine making Yoongi stop. His head jerks towards the door as Taehyung pulls up his boxers. 

“I got it.” Taehyung presses a gentle kiss to your lips before standing up and heading out of the room. Yoongi runs his hand over your cheek before Hoseok takes Taehyung’s place. Pulling down his pajama pants, his erect cock springs out. Precum smearing against his golden toned stomach as he gives you a wide smile. 

“Keep going.” You tell Yoongi as Jimin plucks at your nipples again. 

“Guk!” Taehyung calls out and the youngest jumps up without a second thought. His lips press to your forehead before he is out the door to take care of your son. Yoongi resumes his thrusts, his hands running over your smooth legs as you whimper his name.

“Daddy, fuck your cock feels so good.” You moan out as he begins to pick up the pace once more. He can feel his balls begin to tighten, as he runs his hands over your sides. “Look at how pretty she looks getting pumped full of cock.” Joon announces to the group as he tugs at your ponytail.

“Oh Christ, she just got so tight.” Your scarred husband moans quietly as Jin’s fingers dip between your thighs to rub at your clit. Yoongi’s tongue licks at his lips, his blown out irises on yours as you whimper loudly. 

Namjoon clamps a hand over your mouth as you moan, his lips centimetres away from your ear. “You’re going to disturb the babies. Keep your little cum slut mouth shut.” He murmurs as Yoongi fucks you harder as if to prove a point. Your hands grip harder at Jimin’s legs, your cunt beginning to pulse around Yoongi’s cock as he gently moans your name. 

“Shit, you’re going to cum aren’t you baby girl?” Your mouth has gone dry, words not even processing as you nod to your husband. 

“Wait until Daddy cums first, baby. I’m so close.” You whine as Jin rubs harder circles on your clit. Your hips lift as you meet every thrust. The band within you tightens and you grit your teeth hoping to hang on to your sanity as Yoongi lowly groans. His cock throbs within you, his head lolling back as he grips on to your hips. “Fuck, take my cum. Get pregnant for me.” He mumbles almost incoherently before stilling within you. Ropes of warm cum, paint your walls as he gasps loudly. 

The feeling of his warm seed along with the skilled pinch of your clit from Jin has you falling over the edge as Jimin kisses down your neck slowly. You cry out loudly against Namjoon’s hand, tears of pleasure streaming down your face as Hoseok runs his hard cock over your breast. “Fuck!” Yoongi curses as he wipes at his forehead before pulling out of you gently. 

“Come here.” He commands as he lays down beside Jimin, his cock still hard as white globs of cum run down his length. Hoseok groans loudly as your pussy begins to weep the excessive amounts of cum. You sit up, feeling boneless as you straddle Yoongi’s body. “We’re not done here. Sit on my cock.” He tells you as Jimin wipes at your cum covered chest with his boxers. His erect cock in hand as Namjoon situates himself behind you. 

Sliding back down on his cock, both of your mouths open as his head lolls back. “Fuck, your cunt is so messy, baby.” He whispers as hands run over the globes of your ass squeezing roughly. Moaning loudly at the feeling your face buries into Yoongi’s neck. You hear a cap open and you wonder to yourself for a second where Namjoon could have possibly produced the bottle of lube from but the question is wiped from your brain as Yoongi thrusts up into your cum filled cunt. 

With a whimper you prop your ass up higher for your husband behind you. His fingers run over your puckered muscles, the lube feeling cool against your heated skin as you sigh gently. Yoongi’s hand dips between your bodies, rubbing at your clit as Joon prods the head of his cock against your asshole. Your body relaxes as he begins to inch his way inside of you, both you and Yoongi moaning loudly from his intrusion. “Fuck! Her pussy gets so tight!” Yoongi curses as he rubs quicker circles on your bundle of nerves. With a gentle grunt, Namjoon stills inside of you letting your muscles adjust to him.

Hoseok tugs at your ponytail pulling your head up from Yoongi’s neck as he pulls your face to look at his erect cock. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck before pulling you closer to him. “Open up, babe.” He mumbles to you, your body shifts and both of the men inside you gasp gently at the movement. “Fuck. What a good little cum slut we have.” Joon mumbles as your lips part for Hoseok’s cock. Your tongue runs a flat lick over his dusky rose veins before swirling your tongue around the head. 

“That’s it baby. I can’t wait to watch you suck cock with my baby inside you. Nice big belly on display while you fuck a cock into your mouth.” Yoongi mumbles as he pinches your clit. Your body jolts at the touch, pussy creaming with his cum as you buck yourself backwards for them. The collective groan of all three men is like music to your ears as Joon begins to thrust slowly within you. Whimpering around Hoseok’s cock, you swallow diligently as he thrusts into your face. Your nose nestling against the soft hairs of his pubic bone as Yoongi begins to thrust upwards matching Namjoon’s pace. You begin to drool around Seok’s length, feeling so full of cock and cum as Joon pulls your ponytail. “Choke the pretty little slut.” He tells Yoongi who in turn wraps his hand around your neck. You whine loudly, eyes rolling back as he applies the perfect amount of pressure. Your cunt clenches around both of their cocks, as Hoseok begins to roughly fuck your face. 

“God, you’re so fucking hot, baby. Such a good girl taking all these cocks at once.” Yoongi praises you as your body begins to push back against each thrust. “Fuck, she feels so good. I’m not going to last.” Namjoon mumbles as he cards his fingers through his hair. You whine as your nipples as pinched and rolled on either side of you by Jimin and Jin. The taste of Hoseok’s precum, musky and sweet send you into overdrive. Your body singing with unrelenting pleasure as you buck back faster, the fervent need of feeling full taking over your senses. 

“Oh, fuck! Good girl, baby!” Yoongi calls out as his eyes screw shut. 

“Her pussy is so messy with hyung’s cum.” Jimin comments as he pumps furiously at his cock. Your head begins to swim, tears brimming over your cheeks as you gag on Hoseok’s length. You could feel him beginning to pulse on your tongue as he groans through gritted teeth. It’s astounding how you could even keep yourself up at this point but the praise and the pleasure make it all worth your while. 

“Fuck. Fuck!” Your husband curses from behind you as his thrusts become deeper. His hand tugging harder at your ponytail as he begins to pulsate within you. “That’s it baby. Fuck, you’re doing so good. Gonna get my baby inside your fertile little cunt.” Yoongi praises once more as Hoseok moans your name with a yelp.

“Swallow it, fuck Y/N! Swallow it all.” Hoseok demands as his cock stills within you. Cum painting your mouth and throat as a shiver runs up his spine. You whimper at the taste, swallowing it as he pulls out of your mouth. Hoseok places a breathless kiss against your forehead before your body is falling onto Yoongi’s. “Good girl.” He whispers in your ear as you buck yourself back with the last bit of strength you have. 

Yoongi lets go of your throat to run his hands over your sides, his mouth opening with a loud moan as Namjoon stills within you. You feel the heat of his cum spread within your ass and you grip onto Yoongi's shoulders as he pulls out of you slowly. “You look so pretty stuffed to the brim with cum.” Namjoon says as Yoongi thrusts up to you as kiss him slowly. 

“I love you.” He whispers before spanking your ass, earning a reddened handprint as you moan his name. “I love you too. Fuck!” You mutter against his lips as you feel something warm paint your back.

Turning your head, Jimin breathlessly winks at you before sitting on the balls of his feet. “Up.” Yoongi mumbles to you and you listen without another thought. Your thighs shake, enervated as he sits up with you. Rubbing at your clit, your eyes scrunch up as you feel him will your next orgasm. “Daddy, it’s too much.” You whine to him, with every thrust you feel his cock thickening, the bulbous head pulsating as he mumbles your name like a prayer. 

“Just one more, baby girl. Gotta make sure you take my baby. I want to see you swollen with my child. Nice milky tits ready to mother my baby so well.” He murmurs as his lips drift over your marked chest. Your pussy clenches at his words, head beginning to fog with pleasure. Jimin’s lips attach to your nipple, his tongue flicking in time with Yoongi’s thrusts and you fall over the edge without warning. Your pussy convulsing over Yoongi’s as Jimin holds you up. “Oh fuck, you’re so amazing!” Yoongi curses before stilling within you. His head lolls back as he orgasms for the second time. His warm spreads within you and you lay down on his chest with a small whimper as he kisses your temple. 

“God. Thank you baby, this was amazing.” He whispers in your ear, you hum to him as a tired smile spreads on your lips. 

“I love you Daddy.” You murmur as Jimin cleans your back. 

“I love you too. Let’s go clean you up.” He murmurs before pressing his lips to yours. You feel a tug on your hand and your head turns to Jin as he pumps his cock furiously. “Open your mouth, swallow me.” He begs you and you can only oblige as you ogle the red tip. Swirling your tongue around the head, you dip down only a few times before his hand hooks to the back of your neck. With a whimper, his plush bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he spills his seed down your throat. 

Yoongi runs a hand over your cum filled womb before sitting up and kissing you gently. “Okay. Let’s get you cleaned up. I need coffee and to hold my kids before I pass out for twenty four hours.” He whispers before pulling at the manggeon that is situated on his head. With a giggle you help him take off the blonde wig before kissing at the fake scar on his eye.

“I’m surprised that it didn't fall off your head while you were fucking.” Jin tells him as Yoongi stands up wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“I’m surprised your fake beard hairs didn’t get stuck to our wife’s tits.” Yoongi retorts, making you laugh as you press your face into his neck. Walking to the bathroom, Yoongi kisses the side of your head before running a hand over your back. “I love you so much, you know that don’t you babe?” He asks quietly, kicking the door open with his foot.

“I love you too.” You reply before looking at the red string tattoo on your finger. Always fated. Always seven.

[nightjung]

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲

Married Couple!Jaehyun x reader

63. “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that...flexible.”

88. “I’m up for it if you are.” 

warnings: impreg kink

a/n: here ya go @plump-peach​!! repost with the pic of your request bc tags weren’t working (not surprised tho) when i posted and replied to it, but sorry it took so long, hope you like it bby!! 

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It was your first Christmas together as a married couple. The year gave you such a headache, from performances to sneaking around with Jaehyun, hiding from Dispatch, you finally had the weekend to yourself. No one said it was easy being married to an idol, you had met him coincidentally when you were studying dance in the local college and were asked to become a backup dancer for NCT. The rest is history. 

Before spending Christmas day with both of your families, Jaehyun wanted to reserve a secluded winter cabin and spend time with you before the hectic holidays with your families and his members. You promised no gifts for each other but just the presence of one another.

“Are you liking it?” Jaehyun asked, his head propped up on his arm on the bed.

“Yeah I do,” you turned to smile at your husband, “thank you for such a wonderful time here.” 

“Of course-” he leaned into you, “-I hated sneaking around Dispatch, this is the least I could do after what I put you through.”

“And I’d do it again,” you smiled, closing the space between both of your lips. 

Maybe it was bad, but ever since you two arrived at the secluded cabin, you couldn’t get enough of each other; hands in each other’s hair, legs tangled together, and the room saturated with the smell of sex and sounds of pleasure. You blamed it on the freezing weather and the home-like feeling the holiday always brought. 

Jaehyun’s lips moulded perfectly with yours, he brought warmth to your legs, the quivering feeling making you pull them together. He noticed and scoffed at your avoidance to accept your arousal. With his lips nipping your bottom lip, he pulled away earning a sigh from you as you followed your gaze from your lips to his eyes, the subtle slyness in his eyes eliciting goosebumps on your skin. That’s when you knew tonight was going to be particularly different, especially when Jaehyun lifted his weight from you and held your hand, hoisting you up and taking you to the living room. You managed to grab the light blanket around you before he fully pulled you out of bed, still being naked. You quickly wrapped your naked body before the cold air got to it. 

“W-what are you d-doing?” You sputtered, sex was always fun with Jaehyun because there was always something new, but he always told you and asked you beforehand. 

Jaehyun sat himself in front of the fireplace with you before him. His breath hitched when he glanced at you, your skin glowing gold before the flames of the fire and your hair perfectly framing your face, falling on your naked shoulders. Your eyes held a sense of innocence and curiosity for his actions, making him gush. “Just wanted to try something new.” 

You tilt your head to the side, getting a good look at the fireplace. You chuckled when you realized what he was implying, “in front of the fireplace?” he nodded, his dimples divoting in his cheeks. you bent forward until your lips were barely touching Jaehyun’s, “Well, I’m up for it if you are.”

And of course he was into it. In a swift motion, Jaehyun’s arms wrapped around your body, gently setting you on the floor, not even bothering to put a pillow under you. He was so excited, so excited to just feel you, feel your skin against his, feel your nails scratching his back, and feeling your pussy swallow his throbbing cock.  

You noticed the giddiness in his eyes and the small smile on his lips and you couldn’t help but ask, “has this been a fantasy of yours?” Jaehyun nodded again, his dimples making an appearance, once again. You poked them and perched yourself on your elbows to kiss his cheeks. 

“Let me take care of you tonight, hm?” he was kind in asking you, but you still sensed the dominance in him creeping up on his hands, one of them now sitting on your breast. 

When Jaehyun squeezed the flesh in his large hands, your lips parted, letting him know that whatever he was doing, it was working. He massaged them before pinching your perking nipple between his fingers, which ultimately made you arch your back. Feeling his fingertips trace down to your stomach, brushing over your navel, and down to your clothed pussy. 

You hitched your breath from the edging feeling of his touch, earning a playful smirk from Jaehyun, “you like that? Just wait until I take you tonight,” his lips brushing your ear. 

Your eyes widened and you inhaled a sharp breath when his hands maneuvered to your womanhood after throwing your underwear to the side, his long fingers not even bothering to coat themselves in your essence but instead harshly entering your pussy. Your eyes rolled back from the sharpening feeling, immediately stretching you out. 

Unlike the other nights, Jaehyun was riled, he wasn’t being soft, but instead being so hard and quick. He was quick to get hard, his tip just brushing against your thigh as he bent forward to kiss you aggressively, sucking your bottom lip and drawing it out with his teeth. 

“Look so pretty tonight,” he groans, his eyes failing to leave your lips between his teeth. 

“Please stop playing around,” you whine when he finally lets go of your lips, “please, Jae, just-”

“Spit it out, tell me what you want, baby” Jaehyun sighs, his biggest wish is to hear you beg.

“I want you, I need to feel you- my gosh just- FUCK!!” You jolted forward, lurching your arms trying to grab ahold of Jaehyun, trying to just grasp onto anything as he thrusted into you, his tip hitting the spot that made you see the stars. You tried your best to narrow your eyes at him at his failure to warn you, but you couldn’t even keep your eyes from squeezing shut.

“Why didn’t...you say so...before,” Jaehyun grunts as his thrusts become harder, deeper. 

Instead of replying, you cry out, tears brimming your face as your back arches, the pain of the wooden floor unsuccessfully bringing your head some sort of comfort. Jaehyun noticed you slightly hitting your head on the floor from the upbringing feeling of your climax, that’s why he wrapped his hand around the back of your head, a way to protect yourself from getting hurt and to bring you closer to me. 

“Are you going to answer me?” He asks you, who timidly makes eye contact with him, your jaw dropped. 

You shyly nod, biting back a moan, “I...I d-don’t know.” 

Jaehyun shakes his head, a grin appearing on his face almost as if he knew what he was doing to you, “fucking you so hard, you can’t even come up with the words. Fucking you dumb.” You couldn’t reply to his dirty comment because you were too busy rolling your eyes to the back of your head, exactly proving his point. 

The moment Jaehyun grabs onto your legs and wraps them around his waist is the moment where you absolutely lose it. The new angle brings a different, a deeper feeling of his cock hitting the spot where you could almost taste the euphoria on the tip of your tongue. The tongue which dances with Jaehyun when he bends down to plant a kiss, the lewd sounds of him ramming into you and tongues and teeth clashing are louder than the crackling of the fireplace. He moans into the kiss when he snaps his hips into yours, knowing that you’d be incredibly sore the next morning, which makes him thrust even harder. 

In the midst of your intimate moment, a sudden thought comes to your mind; a new position. You two weren’t really to explore unnatural positions, but you just needed to feel all of him, you wanted to feel closer, more intimate. Slowly, you unwrapped your legs from Jaehyun’s waist with him giving you a questioning expression. You reassured him with a kiss that you knew what you were doing. In a calm matter, you spread your legs open as far as you could, thanking your flexibility from all of those years of dancing. 

A glint of lust filled Jaehyun’s eyes as your legs spread farther open, giving him more access to push into you, “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that...flexible.”

“Guess I have all of those years of dancing to thank for,” you smile up at him. 

Albeit the position, Jaehyun doesn’t hesitate to slow or quicken his pace, he’s careful because it’s an area you two never explore. Which he figured that you two should do more often because he never knew that just the spread of your legs could give him more access to shove his tip in deeper. He groans from the way your pussy swallows his cock, the sounds of the lewd act, and the way you squirm under him, telling him how good he feels in you. 

“Go faster,” you pant, hands grasping his shoulders. 

Quickly, Jaehyun increases the pace which makes you tremble in his arms, tears quickly spilling from the corners of your eyes. The rapid speed of each other’s hips shoving into one another makes the pit of your stomach warm and your throat tighten. 

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jaehyun smirks, you only nod to his question as your feet curl. 

Jaehyun was always thoughtful in offering to take care of you and making sure you come at least three times, sometimes four. To be honest, he really didn’t think you’d pull through, but you always manage to amaze him. He finds a moment in time to admire your beauty; the red and purple marks scattered across your neck, collarbone, chest, lead down to your stomach, and when he looks up at you, your hair is splayed against the wood floor, some of it sticking to your forehead and the side of your face from sweat. He swears he can come right then and there. When his gaze switches to your face, it holds a golden glow on the rise of your cheeks, making you look like the sun, his world. 

“God you’re so beautiful,” he moans, his head falling back as his hands find their way to your clit, quickly rubbing circles. 

You sobbed in his touch, his thrusting cock, everything drove you into another dimension as he kept pounding into you relentlessly. Thank goodness for the isolation of the cabin or else you know you’d be dealing with calls from the neighboring houses. 

“Cum, cum for me love. Want to feel your cum all over my cock,” Jaehyun lowly said, his eyes dark and determined to make you come undone. 

After a few more thrusts, the arising feeling grows in your pussy, immediately clenching when you climax with screwed eyes and clenched fists. Jaehyun holds onto your jerking body as your limbs thrash against the overwhelming feeling. 

Focused on your sensitivity, he rides you out as your legs fall limp into their regular stance, “that’s it baby, do it for me.” 

You know what he’s doing, “it’s okay, I can take it,” you stroke your hand through his hair, letting him know that he can chase his climax also. 

Jaehyun’s gentle when he begins rocking into you again, chasing his own euphoria. You praise him as he does, aware that it turns him on and makes him come quicker. 

“Cum for me, baby. Want you to come in me...want to carry your baby, let everyone know how well you knocked me up,” you whisper in his ear, your voice full of sultry. 

“Ohhh, you’re so good for me,” Jaehyun groaned, “you’re mine. All mine. Want to have my baby? Let everyone know I knocked you up? Fine. You’re so dirty, so have it your way, princess.” 

And soon, Jaehyun’s hips stutter and his groans become higher pitched as he reaches his orgasm. His body shakes as he bends down, his body weight pressed on top of yours as he hides his face in your neck, nipping the warm skin. You peck his temple as he manages to calm down, his breath becoming steady again. 

With strong arms, Jaehyun lifts you into his embrace and carries you back to the master bedroom. The room is cold from the missing human heat, but when Jaehyun slides next to you to bring you to his chest, everything is restored. 

With a dimpled smile and whiskered cheeks, Jaehyun plants a passionate kiss on your lips, making both of your hearts swell, “Happy holidays, my love.” 

[rainileo]

just thinking abt slow christmas sex with wonwoo 😫

god that’s all i want rn🥺

lmao this isn’t slow sorry (well it could if you want it to be but i wrote is as rough sex)

warnings: drugs, alcohol, use of viagra lmao, degradation, lingerie, impreg kink?

lmk if i missed anything

christmas sex w/ wonwoo:

okay so like this year you guys decided to stay home, due to the pandemic

and you guys just enjoy each other’s presence and relax

on christmas eve, the two of you open a bottle of expensive wine, pull out the bong, order some chinese, and put on a cute christmas movie.

you two cuddle on the couch and just relax and get comfortable.

you planned before hand, and decided to buy a sexy, red, lingerie set to surprise him

you were both currently wearing comfy pyjamas,

but little did he know, you have this whole ass uncomfortable set on under it.

you guys spend your time on the couch, eating dinner, talking the odd time, laughing and just enjoy each other on this special night

until you were beginning to feel a wee bit horny,

as you both decided to stupidly take viagra

but you didn’t anticipate it kicking in this fast, as you only took it about 30 minutes ago

and you were feeling really on edge as you pussy pulsed

you were sitting on his lap, shifting every few seconds to remove the itch you had

but you were also rubbing against his hardening member

he grimaced every time you moved and finally had enough and gripped your hips to make you stop

your eyes widen and sheepishly turn around to see his glare on you

“sorry” you say, smiling nervously at him

the weed and alcohol now hitting you too, adding to your neediness

“has it already hit you?” he asks quietly, now rubbing the area of your hips lightly

you nod sheepishly again

his head tilts in confusion, frowning at you,

until~

you give him that look, and say, “wonwoo i’m really horny.”

and it was game over.

he picked you up and placed you on his lap so that you were straddling him, so he can then pick you up and carry you to your bedroom

you let him manhandle you as he practically throws you onto the bed

you wait and watch him and he begins to take of his hoodie,

and you can see his member straining against his pyjamas

you rub your legs together to create friction to stimulate yourself

this doesn’t go unnoticed by him tho

he throws his sweater onto the floor and begins to crawl over you.

he spreads your legs and says,

“god you’re like a little nympho aren’t you?” he questions and you seductively bite your lip and smile at him back

he laughs at you, immediately going to the bottom of your sweater and removing it, tossing it somewhere in the room

he gets a glimpse of the bra of the lingerie, hands instinctively going to play with you boobs,

but stopping, noticing the red garment on your breast including the red garter belt around your waist

he glares up at you and you giggle at him

“what’s this?” he asks, hands travelling down to play with the hem of your pants

“just a lil surprise,” you respond, hands going to his hair and playing with it

he pulls your pants down, now revealing your full set

he laughs and shakes his head,

“what?” you say, pushing his shoulder in annoyance,

“you must’ve been really uncomfortable.” he says, looking up to your and the both of you laugh, because he knew that it was uncomfortable

“yea, i was not gonna lie.” you say back, still lightly laughing with him

“that goes to show you how much i really love you.” you say, hands continuing to play with his hair again

he chuckles at you, leaning in to kiss you

it was a nice passionate kiss, that was also messy and needy

you guys continue to kiss for a few more minutes

then pulling away to talk again,

“merry christmas, baby.” you say, putting both of your hands on the top of his head and pushing him down in front of your core

he shakes his head again, laughing at you as he begins to stroke your thighs

it was only a matter of time when his pill fully kicked in and the two of you had by passed about four and a half rounds

but you guys weren’t finished yet

you somehow managed to travel to the kitchen counter, riding him roughly on it.

he held your hips, thrusting up to meet yours as well

the two of you were being so loud that at this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if the cops possibly show up

it was all a big blur until you began to feel your orgasm grow in your abdomen

“you gonna cum for me slut?” he ask gruffly, grunting as well as you make eye contact

your mouth was wide open in an ‘o’ shape, but nothing was coming out

the only sounds are the sounds of your pelvis’ meeting roughly

you nod your head furiously, one of his hands now moving down to your core to rub it to stimulate you

and it works as you gasp at the sensation, now moaning again

he feels his orgasm approaching too and rubbing you harder

you grab his arm that is between your legs and hold onto it for leverage as he starts fucking up into you

you almost lose your balance and place both of your hands on his chest now

it was so overwhelming, as the two of you were both so super sensitive

“cmon, cum for me, fuck slut.” he spits out and you look in his eyes again, making intense eye contact as your coil snaps and you begin to shake on his lap

“fuck!” you yell out, throwing your head back in pleasure as your orgasm washes over

he grunts loudly and cums deep inside of you as well, holding you balls deep onto his pelvis

still slightly thrusting

his legs twitch and he seats his behind back onto the counter, throwing his head back as well

you slump onto him, sighing as you feel him removing himself from you,

now feeling the aftershock of your orgasms

you feel his cum drip out of you and put a hand between your legs to shove as much as him cum inside of you as you can

he watches you with his mouth open, breathing harshly

you look back to him and swing your hair off your shoulder

you bite your lip, smiling cheekily at him

“babe.” he says, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back lightly onto the counter beneath you

“yeah?” you respond curiously, awaiting his answer as he gulps, speaking again

“we didn’t use a condom.” he replies, lifting his head up again to look at you

you chuckle lightly and question him, “so?”

he rolls his eyes, giving you a sweet smile and you return it as you lean in to kiss his nose

[lavishedinjimin]

Cowards in love (m)

— synopsis: You and Jimin had been friends for a long seven years. But will a novel coworker of yours replace the tightly-knit bond you had with Jimin?

Confess? He can’t. He’s too afraid of that.

↳ pairing: jimin x f reader

↳ rating: 18+

↳ genre: friends to lovers!au, smut, angst, fluff

↳ word count: 9.5k

↳ warnings: office worker OC, possessive jimin, dom jimin, sub reader, jealously, ownership, filthy dirty talk, unprotected sex (NO GLOVE NO LOVE!), rough sex, hair pulling, oral (m receiving), slight IMPREG KINK during intercourse, spanking, name calling (slut, brat), pussy slapping, multiple orgasms (and I mean two)

A/N: Contains fake texts screenshots! Sorry if you don’t like those - but I do - so yeah :D

“Miss Y/n, as usual, you have done amazingly well. You have pleased me and the company so much that I decided to give you another promotion.” 

You smirk, sitting upright on the leather chair. Your boss sat across from you at the long wooden table, a black envelope in his hand. You nodded and bowed your head in respect. 

“We see how you work nonstop and we want you to rest for a while. Go and treat yourself, y/n.” He slides a white envelope to you. As you grab a hold of the paper, your lips curves up in a smile as you feel how thick it is. Peeking inside, there lays five hundred bucks. 

Your boss stands up, and you copy his actions. He walks over to you with such poise, lifting his hand to you. Shaking his hand, he nods his head once. “Congratulations, Y/n. We expect a lot from you.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Lim. The company has all of my passion.” 

~

“You are quite the dime, petal.”

Scoffing, you turn around to your best friend, Jimin, who was sitting on your bed and checking you out. “Don’t try to woo me now, Park Jimin,” you turn back to the mirror, applying more of the burgundy-colored lipstick that he specifically bought for you. You notice him smirk through his reflection, standing up. He places his hands on the pockets of his jeans as he shrugs his shoulders, walking closer to you.

“The guy who wins your heart will be so lucky,” he muses, eyes shining in awe. 

Jimin stares at your image in the mirror, smiling at how gorgeous you looked. Your short hair falling to your shoulders, a burgundy blouse that matched your lips, black tight slacks that were flared on the very bottom, giving a 70′s vibe. Paired with black stilettos and your ‘signature’ black cat-eyed glasses. You look back at him, smiling, “Don’t you consider yourself lucky that you have me as your best friend?” 

He laughs, making your heart warm instantly. It was one of your weaknesses, that laugh can heal your sorrows and all negative things that the world throws at you. He was your medicine. 

Jimin steps closer and wraps his arms around your waist for a back hug, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “I am. Now go and finish up while I start the car.” 

“Okay.” 

He leaves the room with a heavy heart, allowing a loud sigh escape his lips. Jimin has agreed to come with you to celebrate your promotion with a couple of your coworkers. As your best friend, he couldn’t say no to you.

When you were finished getting ready, you walk outside of the house, locking the door behind you. You smile grateful at Jimin when he opens the passenger’s side door for you. “You’re too sweet, Jimin.” You giggle.

He lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Only for you,” he mutters, quiet enough for you not to hear.

The drive to the restaurant wasn’t that long as the two of you were having a normal conversation. “Who have you invited?” He asks.

“Not a lot actually. My office buddies – Sunmi and Chungha.” Jimin nods with a hum, allowing you to continue. “There’s also, of course, Namjoon, Yoongi, and a guy that’s new to the company.”

“New guy?” Jimin chuckles quietly, “What’s his name?”

“Park Jinyoung. We’ve become close ‘cause he’s working right under my field. Don’t worry, you’ll love him! He’s quite intimidating at first but that’s only because of his menacing eyes. He’s a wonderful man.” You titter, turning your head to look at his direction as your eyes glittered in enthusiasm. But what shocks you is the deadpan expression on his face, eyebrows slightly creasing with his bottom lip between his teeth. He looks annoyed, and you did not know why.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with a gentle voice. His breath suddenly hikes up slightly when you rest your hand on his thigh.

He closes his eyes for a brief moment before reopening them. “Nothing,” he gives you a fake smile, “I bet he’s lovely.” He says sarcastically.

“He is!”

Jimin wished you could’ve said something else. 

Your heart flutters when Jimin opens the door for you, sending you his charming smile. His eyes turning into little crescents, lips curving up. You give him your thanks while as you enter the restaurant. Jimin suddenly interlocks both of your arms together, but you didn’t mind. You were used to his clinginess.

There was not a lot of people inside the restaurant even though it was a busy Saturday. As your heels click against the black tiles, your eyes scan around the area to find the table where all of your friends were.

“Isn’t that Chungha?” Jimin says and points to his right. You immediately smile widely when Chungha raises her hand to signal their location. Jimin chuckles adoringly when you remove your arm away from his, quickly running to the table.

“Y/n! Congratulations!” Chungha stands up and gives you a tight hug, “You totally deserve it.”

“Thank you so much!” you squeal. Sunmi and the boys stand up as well to congratulate you.

Jimin watches from afar as he walks towards the round table, eyes taking a good look at Jinyoung. He quirks a single brow up when he catches how Jinyoung rakes your body up and down.

Clenching his jaw, Jimin hurriedly makes his way to your side to wrap an arm around your waist.

“Oh, there you are!” Namjoon exclaims on his seat, “We haven’t seen you in a while, Jimin!”

“Uh, hah, yeah,” he tries to calm himself down, “Been busy.”

You glace at Jimin oddly before turning back your attention to the group. “Oh, Jimin! This is Jinyoung, he’s grown to be a good friend of mine.”

Jinyoung stands up from his seat without hesitation and reaches out to shake Jimin’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Jimin. Y/n has told me a lot about you.”

Jimin doesn’t hide his bitter scoff, “Only good news, I hope.”

Jinyoung only smirks at that, leaving him baffled.

Sitting down on one of the unoccupied chairs, you called for a waiter for everyone to start ordering. “Since I’m treating all of you today, please get whatever you want!”

“Y/n! No judgment, okay?” Yoongi gives you a knowing look, understanding what he already means by that.

“Yes, Yoongi. As much as you want.”

As everyone chooses their meals, Jimin scoots closer to your side. You look at him with a smile on your face but he pretends to ignore you, scanning the menu in front of him.

“Do you wanna get some glazed steak rolls?” he asks you, “They’re your favorite, right?”

You frown, tilting your head to the right as you read the menu carefully. “Uh, yeah – but I’m not in the mood for steak right now.”

“Hmm, alright. Oh, look! They serve roasted lambs, Y/n,” Jimin asserts.

“Heh, no lambs for me today, Chim.”

“Well, how about—”

“Y/n,” Jinyoung suddenly blurts out across from you.

“Yes?” you lift your head, smiling at him.

Jimin listens attentively, his eyes shooting up to burn holes into Jinyoung’s eyes. But he doesn’t seem to mind. Jimin feels his blood boil from the way he was looking at you.

“Didn’t you told me yesterday that you were craving for shrimp? Try ordering their shrimp pasta, it’s delicious.” Jinyoung talks with a smirk, the corner of his mouth lifting. He knows what he was doing to Jimin, amused from his annoyed reactions.

“I should!” you exclaim, “Thanks Jinyoung.”

“No problem, Y/n.”

Jimin feels a hard punch in his heart.

Humiliated, disappointed, infuriated.

As time passed by and everyone got their meals, Jimin was over your side. He’d be so touchy, resting his hand on your thigh and keeping it there the whole time. He would also often wrap an arm around the back of your chair, pulling you close. You’ve never seen him act like this as if something was bothering him, but you just can’t wrap your head around it.

“So Y/n,” Sunmi says to get your attention, “you know that you’re so lucky to be promoted in such a quick time! How do you do it?” she chimes as the others quickly agree. Jimin, on the other hand, didn’t react as he was busy eyeing Jinyoung up and down.

“Ah, as expected from Y/n. I’ve never seen anyone so dedicated and hardworking to be honest,” Chungha replies, making your cheeks blush from their kind words.

“You guys are too nice. I just love my job a lot, I guess,” you shrug with a quiet laugh.

“Jinyoung, how does it feel working with Y/n?” Yoongi asks him, “Does she treat you like hell?” All but Jimin laughs at his statement, and you feel him grip your thigh a little bit harder. You send him a quick glare, grabbing his wrist and pushing his hand away from your thigh.

“She’s amazing, Yoongi,” he says in awe, “I won’t ask for anyone else.”

You blush at Jinyoung’s words, lowering your head from embarrassment as the group gives approving sighs.

“Y/n, are you blushing?” Namjoon spills as he chews on his medium-rare steak. Immediately shaking your head, you cover your face with your hands, “No! I’m not!”

“What’s going on here, huh? Y/n? Jinyoung?” Yoongi grins at the two of you knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Nothing!” you reply in a speed of light.

“I said what I said,” Jinyoung shrugs his shoulders, making direct eye contact to Jimin for a split second before returning his gaze back on you. “Y/n’s such a great person to work with. I adore how she’s so optimistic, always striving to help people. She absolutely deserves everything.”

Jimin crinkles his nose.

“Jinyoung, please,” you giggle, your smile wider than it already was.

“It’s true! I can’t help but love my job when I have someone like you.”

“Damn! Someone fine me a guy like Jinyoung,” Chungha says jokingly, giggling in her seat.

“So you’re making moves now on her, is it?” Jimin finally snaps. His voice bitter, squinting his eyes at the man across from you.

Everything suddenly falls silent, all eyes on Jimin. “If you wanna compliment her then I suggest you just go straight to the point.” He fakes a smile at him, however, Jinyoung was not about to back down.

“Jimin? Isn’t it quite ironic that you tell me to go straight to the point when you can’t even do it yourself?”

Jinyoung knows. He knows that Jimin likes you, it was obvious from the way he looks at you, from the way he acts around you. It was clear to him that he was in love with you, but he doesn’t seem to know why he’s unable to confess.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jimin grits, closing his hands into a fist.

“I think I do, Jimin,” Jinyoung snickers, “Anyway. What I was trying to say since I was rudely interrupted – will it be okay if we watch a movie together tomorrow?” he gives Jimin a scorching glare, “alone?”

“Sure! I—”

“No.”

You felt your heart drop down the floor. Whipping your head to face Jimin, you look at him with a disgusted expression, “Jimin? What do you mean ‘no’?”

He suddenly grabs a hold of your wrist with one hand, his eyes burning holes into yours, “I said, no.”

“Jimin, sorry dude, but you don’t really get to decide for Y/n.” Chungha retorts, “Who are you to say no?”

Jimin felt his heart clench from the harsh truth. He was nothing to you but your best friend. The atmosphere around the room gets thicker and thicker as each long minute passes. Everyone had their eyes on you and Jimin, offended from his words.

“Let Y/n do whatever she wants. If she wants to go out with Jinyoung then let her!” Namjoon tries to sound calm but fails at the last words.

“Jimin,” you say to him calmly, trying your best to handle the situation, “What’s wrong? Just tell me, I won’t be mad.” Jimin sees how your eyes grow wide, the desperation evident in them.

He shakes his head, frowning, “I-I can’t.”

You were about to reply before Jinyoung cuts you off, “So what do you say, Y/n? This time I’ll be the one treating you.”

Ignoring the way Jimin tightens his grip around your wrist, you smile at Jinyoung. “Sure, I’ll come.”

Jimin can’t take it anymore. He abruptly slams his hands on the table as he stands up. The loud noise he created caused multiple heads to turn to your groups’ table. “Jimin!” Yoongi warns, but he cancels his voice out of his mind.

“I’m finished eating. I’m gonna go home.”

Jimin gives you one, final look. You can catch the hurt and sadness in his eyes before he begins to walk away.

You stand up and try to catch him, “Jimin, wait!” but you got nowhere near him because Jinyoung’s hand catches your arm.

“Let him go. If he was really your best friend then he won’t do this to you.”

“B-But,” you stammer, feeling your chest tighten. You feel like everything was your fault, staring at Jimin’s back as he walks out of the restaurant. You waited for him to at least look back at you, yet he doesn’t.

“Y/n, let him be. This is supposed to be your day, remember?” Sunmi pouts, “Just enjoy your day, don’t let him bring you down.”

As Jimin brisk walks to the parking lot, feeling as if he was carrying weights on his shoulder. His mind was clouded in anger; towards Jinyoung, to you, and to himself. He feels betrayed yet he completely knows that he has no right to be.

He waits inside his car for a few minutes, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he waits for anything, something to happen. He can’t stop thinking about the way how Jinyoung looked at you like you were a piece of meat, he hates how you blushed every time he talked nicely to you. Hell, even the simplest things he did made him pissed. He hates the way Jinyoung teased him, he despites how he mocked him in front of everyone.

Jimin grunts loudly, his mind pounding harshly as he rests his forehead on the steering wheel. But every time he closes his eyes, you appear. He can imagine the way you smile, the sound of your laugh, your touch of your hands, your melodious voice, everything he loves about you made his heart ache.

Why can’t he just tell you how he really feels?

He waits in his car for a little bit over five minutes, figuring that you weren’t coming to talk to him. It was ridiculous for him to think that you would. He starts the engine and drives away.

“Jinyoung can drive her home,” Jimin mutters under his breath.

Jimin wasn’t responding to your texts. After the fight he and Jinyoung had earlier, Jimin thought it would be fun to ignore you.

Sure, what he did in front of everyone in the restaurant was wrong, and it was so low of him. He never acted like that in all your years of being friends, acting so possessive of you. There’s nothing wrong hanging out with another guy! You hang out with Namjoon and Yoongi all the time during work, how was Jinyoung different?

It was obvious that Jimin didn’t like him, but why was he acting out like this now? In your seven years of being best friends, he was always on good terms with your guy friends.

You check your phone endlessly tonight, hoping, praying that he will at least leave you on delivered. But he doesn’t.

Groaning loudly, you shut your eyes closed while you flop down on the soft comfort of your bed. You feel like your heart was about to burst any minute. You don’t want to lose your best friend.

Jimin feels like a piece of shit for leaving you. There was no excuse for him to act like that, letting go of his feelings and he allowed it to control him.

He just couldn’t hold back anymore.

He wants you.

He wants you for himself, and no one else.

Jimin knows that you’re a lovable person. You’re loved by many of your coworkers, and you were always so nice that it won’t be hard for you to make new friends. He’s selfish and he knows it, but he’s been hiding his feelings under the rocks for two years. Two years of jealousy, two years of enviousness, and it was hard. He always tried his best to keep you close, but it was difficult to be with someone who doesn’t feel the same way.

And perhaps running away from you will let him run away from his feelings, too.

Finally opening his phone, his heart pounds loudly in his chest, feeling like absolute crap.

“I’m sorry, petal,” he breathlessly says, heart breaking into a million pieces. “But I don’t know what else to do.”

Confess? He can’t. He’s too afraid of that.

It’s been four days since you last talked with Jimin, and it’s been rough. You couldn’t focus on anything but him, because losing his presence scared you. Losing your best friend was more heartbreaking than any other relationship.

You missed your late-night calls with each other, talking about each other’s day, ranting about anyone and anything. You missed his presence, seeing his charming smile, hearing his delicate voice, his hugs and kisses, and his irritating teases. You didn’t know how much you adore him until he was gone.

“Fucking shit,” you cursed, feeling a headache beginning to occur. Letting your elbows rest on your wooden desk, you cover your face behind your palms. You were so frustrated, totally ignoring the piles of paper in front of you. You had so much work to do that was due in a couple hours and you haven’t started on anything.

There was a sudden knock on your door, and you quickly shoot your head up. “Come in.”

Jinyoung appears with a black portfolio on his hands, greeting you with a kind smile. “Here are all of the records you asked for, Y/n.”

He approaches your desk and you grab the files, adding it onto your mountain of documents. “Thanks,” you say blankly.

“A-Are you okay?” Jinyoung asks carefully, trying not to piss you off.

“I, uh…” you stammer, huffing a heavy puff of breath. “I’m fine.”

Jinyoung doesn’t reply yet he suddenly approaches your desk, placing both of his hands on the table. Your eyes widen, gulping the lump in your throat. Jinyoung looks at you with a little grin on his face, his eyes sultry. “W-what are you doing?”

“Oh, Y/n,” he sighs, lowering down to rest his forearms. Your heart pumps rapidly in your chest when his face was mere inches away from yours. “I think it’s time for you to rest your mind for a little while…”

“Jinyoung, what are you saying?”

The smirk on his face doesn’t wipe away as he moves his face a little bit closer. You can smell his minty scent, refreshing your senses. Yes, you can agree that Jinyoung was pretty hot and he had the looks. He knows what to say to make anyone fall for him. But something feels wrong.

“I know what’s going through your head, babe. You can use me, you know that?”

“U-Use you? Jinyoung I don’t—”

He suddenly grabs the back of your face with his right hand, pulling you even closer so that your lips were centimeters away. He slowly bites his lip, making your stomach turn from the sight. “Use me to get your mind off of him.”

You were too tired to argue, too exhausted to fight him. But perhaps it’ll work.

So without thinking, you press your lips onto his.

Jinyoung chuckles in surprise, smiling into the kiss. He holds your face in his hands while you stand up, inviting more of him. He breaks the kiss for a couple of seconds to move around your table, approaching you. Your hands fly to his hair, his hands on your hips as you both continued your ministrations. Jinyoung groans when you tug on his locks, electrifying currents shooting down his back.

Suddenly, he lowers his hands until it reaches the bottom of your spine. “Is it okay if I…” without any warning, he drags his hands further down until he reaches your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh!” you gasp, and Jinyoung uses your startled state to slip his tongue in, meeting yours.

This is wrong.

“Mmm, Y/n,” he mutters with a smirk, “I love how you taste.”

Jinyoung pushes your body up on the nearest wall and he traps your hands against it. He winks at you.

“Jinyoung, t-the door isn’t locked.”

“Oh, is that a problem babe?” he snickers, peppering kisses all over your neck, making you shut your eyes. “Wouldn’t you want people to see?” he tantalizes.

No.

“Jinyoung,” you whimper in protest, but he misunderstands it as a moan. His grip on your wrists was hard and firm, and you were slowly getting irritated. You didn’t want this, you want nothing but him.

Jimin.

“Jinyoung, please stop.”

You were shocked when he actually pulls away, a confused expression slapped on his face. “Y/n?”

“I-I,” you shake your head. You thought that kissing him might help you get rid of your tense feelings and thoughts yet it was only making things worse. You can’t focus on him, you just can’t. Your mind goes directly to Jimin, what he might think if he sees you like this, what he might feel.

“I can’t do this,” you laugh nervously, looking down. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he says quietly while he nods his head. “I-uh, I should go.”

“Yeah,” the air thickens. You scratch the back of your neck timidly, “I have w-work to do.”

“Right.”

No one moves for a while, and you just wanted to crawl into a little ball and die from awkwardness.

He was the first one to move, giving you a quiet ‘see you later’. You hear the clicking of his shoes getting farther and farther away before he exits your office.

Running your hands through hair, you close your eyes in frustration.

What the fuck did you just do? Your mind was going crazy, wishing that you could just go back in time and stop him. This just made the situation worse.

Sitting back down on your chair while huffing a breath, you pull yourself closer to the desk and you unload the pile of papers. You tell yourself that you have to stop being so childish and start working, but truth be told – you just need a distraction.

You and Jimin were both cowards. That’s one thing you know for sure.

It has been a total of one week since you’ve last talked to your best friend, and every day was horrible. You never knew that you could miss someone this much.

“I can’t stand his behavior,” you groaned as you talked to Sunmi through the phone. You were drinking white wine on a Saturday night like the sad single moms you see on TV. “He doesn’t respond to any of my texts and calls. It’s like I don’t even exist anymore.” You rant.

“He’s acting really childish, Y/n. He started the fight with Jinyoung and now he’s hiding from everything. It’s not even a big deal!”

Your mind backtracks to the moment where he was gripping your thighs so hard whenever Jinyoung was talking to you, and when he held you by your wrist. He was being so suspicious.

“I don’t get it,” you rub your face with your hand, “I don’t get how he can just hate Jinyoung when he doesn’t have any problems with my other male friends. He’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe Jimin knows him and they have a dark past together?”

“Wow, isn’t that too farfetched?”

“Who knows, Y/n.”

But you miss Jimin’s presence. A lot more than you expected.

“I just miss him, Sunmi. I can’t lose him now,” you shake your head, your heart getting heavy. “Not like this.”

You put your phone on loudspeaker, flipping your body over so now you were laying on your stomach. You cross your arms in front of you, burying your face in them. You wanted to cry.

“I miss him,” you whisper.

Jimin was a friend that everyone asks for. He was always there for you, taking care of you, loving you, adoring you. He was there during your ups and downs, being by your side during your best and worst moments. Jimin was all that you could ask for. He was never the one to judge you because he loves you for the way you are. You can never get bored when you hang out with him, his charming smile can make your day a thousand times better.

“Sunmi, can I tell you something?” you speak up after a few moments of silence.

“Of course Y/n, anything.”

“Jimin was never mine, but losing him broke my heart.”

Sunmi coos at your words, noticing how your voice cracked amid the sentence. “Aww, Y/n, Y/n,” she sighs, “You won’t lose him, silly. I know that he won’t throw your seven years of friendship away just like that. How about you just go talk to him in person? Go to his house and let him explain. C’mon, girl. You are both adults now, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

You hated how you can only think of negative thoughts and outcomes. “And if he doesn’t answer? What if he just kicks me out?”

“Then keep trying.”

You gathered your courage to knock on his door, just the thought of him ditching you was making your chest hurt.

You stare at the black wooden door, holding your hand up.

Holding your breath, you knock at the door three times.

No response.

The cold wind blows and you can feel goosebumps arise from your skin. The breeze whooshes your hair that it covers your face, and you push the strands away with a puff. You quickly knock on the door again, louder this time, yet there was still nothing. Not even muffled footsteps to indicate that he was there.

“Please open the door,” you whine, about to knock once more but a sudden voice startled you.

“Y/n?” Eyes growing bigger from the realization for who it belongs, you turn around.

Your best friend stands there, his hands inside the pocket of his jacket as he looks at you with the same surprised expression. He was wearing black skinny jeans that enunciated his long legs, a black and white patterned bomber jacket plus a black cap. He looks good.

“Y/n, hello?” he raises his voice up, making you snap back to reality. “I asked why you are here.”

“I, well…” you gulp, “I want to have a talk with you.”

Your heart drops down low to the ground when Jimin scoffs bitterly. You step aside when he comes up to unlock the front door.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he snaps.

“Oh my god, are you actually serious?!” you raise your voice at him, stepping inside his house even though he didn’t tell you to. Jimin removes his hat and runs a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in his face. You feel frightened when he suddenly throws the hat on the couch vigorously, turning his head to face you. His once soft features were replaced with rage and irritation.

“Go on then, yell at me,” he takes long strides towards you, your feet automatically walking backward. Your chest feels like it weighs a million pounds as his words stab daggers into your heart. “Go! Tell me how much of a fucking asshole I am to ignore you for a whole week. Shout at me for how immature I am, come on! Y/n, I know you want to—”

“Jimin, stop!” you yell, pushing at his chest. “I just want you to explain!”

“I told you already, I can’t.” Jimin turns his back on you, heading to his bedroom. You release a deep, exasperated sigh as you follow behind him.

“Why? What can’t you explain?!”

He doesn’t answer, silence filling the air. Jimin removes his jacket and places it on his bed, his short-sleeve shirt giving you a full view of his arms. You flutter your eyes away for a moment.

At least you saw him today. Even his presence made you feel better.

“Jimin, please?” you say softly, grabbing the courage to walk up to him. Jimin doesn’t look at you directly, putting his gaze on somewhere else as you grab a hold of his forearms. You notice his Adam’s apple bob when you do so.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” you grip his head, applying a gentle force to turn his head to you.

He wasn’t angry anymore, you can see it in his eyes. But this time was different. He looks… vulnerable. Your heart smashes into a million shards when you see the sad glint in his eyes.

“You don’t know a thing.” He mutters underneath his breath, voice low.

“Then tell me!” you plead, eyebrows knitting together. You don’t let him get away from your hold as you keep him close to you. You were not going to let him run away again, not ever.

Jimin closes his eyes, inhaling a deep breath. You wonder what this thing that was bothering him could be.

“I love you.”

Your mouth goes dry.

“I-I love you too, Jimin, and you know that—!”

“No, no, Y/n.” he unexpectedly holds your hand tightly, letting him tower over you as he slowly pushes your back against the wall. He traps you there, your hands in between the two of you. “I love you more than a friend. And it scares the fuck out of me that if I tell you this, you’ll leave.”

“Jimin…” you try to comprehend all that he said, but your mind was clouded in too many thoughts all at once.

“I tried, fuck,” he turns away for a second, finding it hard to look at you. “I tried to fucking distance myself from you in hopes that my feelings will disappear, but it only made everything worse.”

You don’t respond, allowing him to continue.

“I only wanted you more.”

You can feel his hand tremble as your own turns sweaty. Jimin loves you.

But how can you tell that you love him back?

“I’m such an idiot for running away, Y/n. I’m a coward who can’t face his own feelings. I was scared because my feelings for you were getting worse. Jinyoung…” he looks at the ceiling, sighing, “Jinyoung was, I guess, my last straw. I couldn’t stand it anymore, the thought of you being happy with some other guy. My selfishness was taking the best of me and I wanted you for myself. It’s so hard for me to say it because I’m afraid to lose you.”

“H-How,” you swallow, forcing yourself not to cry. “How long?”

Jimin understands your question as he gives you a sympathetic smile, “Two years, petal.”

Your body slumps as you frown, guilt occupying your body that he had his feelings longer than you. Jimin endured a lot of heartaches and hurt during those long two years, but he loves to be around with you. That was the only thing that kept him going.

Jimin’s eyes widen when you suddenly wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. His heart warms in his chest as he releases a light chuckle, hugging you back. Your press your cheek on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “I love you too.”

Then, Jimin’s body goes stiff.

Did he hear correctly?

Were his ears deceiving him?

You giggle when you feel him stop breathing, looking up to meet his gaze. “I love you too, Jimin. More than you can think of.”

“T-tell me that you’re serious, Y/n.” he holds your chin gently, hoping that you won’t look away, “Don’t say you love me if you don’t mean it.”

“What are you saying, Jimin,” you playfully smack his arm, “I’m not joking. I have feelings for you too.”

Jimin’s heart swells in happiness, getting a huge weight off of his shoulders. His face blushes in red, smiling like an idiot, “Really?”

“Really.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Petal, don’t mess with me,” he suddenly lowers his tone as if scolding you.

“I’m not!” you giggle, “I’m in love with you too, Park Jimin.”

A loud squeal leaves your lips when he surprisingly wraps his strong arms around your hips and lifts you up in the air. He spins you around and around, a wide smile plastered on his face as he admires your reaction. You laugh, swinging your arms around his neck for support as you tilted your head back. Wiggling your legs, you try to squirm but he grips your tighter.

Your heart swells in joy.

“Jimin! Put me down!” you yelp when he doesn’t stop spinning you. Jimin laughs uncontrollably before flopping your bodies down on his bed. Eyes growing wide, your breath hitches up when the proximity between your faces was at least three inches away.

His smile doesn’t falter, eyes shining like a child who just received candy.

“So…”

“So?”

“I guess it’s finally time to call you my girlfriend, huh?”

Nodding your head shyly, you feel your face warms up as a blush forms your cheeks. Jimin sees this and coos at you, “Aww, someone’s blushing! You like it when I call you my girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” you mutter timidly. “A lot.”

Jimin sighs and plops beside you. He grabs a pillow and places it underneath your heads. Slinging his left arm around your body, he tugs you close for a cuddle. You and Jimin cuddled before, of course, but you feel something different this time.

You snuggle your face into his body, inhaling his pleasant scent.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had feelings for me at the time? Were you just as scared as I was?” Jimin asks, his voice soft and gentle.

You chuckle, “Unlike you, I actually just couldn’t get myself to admit. I was always trying to throw my feelings at the back of my head because I was afraid that it was impossible for you to like me back. But I was wrong.” You tilt your head up to look at him, giving him a cheerful smile, “We’re always so intimate, you know? Like you can kiss me on the cheeks and I can kiss you on the cheeks, you’ve seen me half-naked and I’ve seen you half-naked, I know how big your di—”

“Y/n! Oh my fucking god,” he cuts you off by placing a hand above your mouth, stopping your words, “Shush!”

You push his hand away, a smirk on your face, “Anyway, what I was saying… we’re so close.” your heart flutters when Jimin starts to caress your cheek lovingly, feeling butterflies inside your stomach from his simple action. “And I’m glad that we’re finally official, petal. I can kiss you whenever I want now, letting the world know you’re mine.”

Today marks the company’s 85th anniversary, and Mr. Lim decides to treat all employees for drinks at one of South Korea’s most luxurious bars – The Southside Parlor. And of course, you and your friend didn’t back out.

Chuckling, you place your phone back on your bedside table. Your friends had no idea that you and Jimin were a thing now, and you decide to drop the good news later this evening.

Slipping on the short, satin red dress, your mind wonders if your outfit is too revealing. Is it too inappropriate?

‘Fuck it’, you thought.

You only have Jimin to impress.

You curl your hair into natural-looking waves, your short hair falling right above your shoulders. Then, you apply a good amount of makeup and of course a red lipstick to top it all off. You quickly snap a mirror selfie of you and your chosen outfit before sending it to the group chat.

“Oh my god,” you mutter under your breath, covering your mouth from Namjoon’s little comment. You couldn’t hold back the laughter as you shake your head in dismay.

You grabbed your purse and went to put all of your necessary items; your phone, wallet – even though the drinks are free – mints, and of course, lipstick.

A sudden knock on your door sends shivers running down your spine, knowing exactly who it was. Quickly putting on your heels, you make your way to the front door of your apartment to welcome Jimin.

“Hi!” you pull the door open, greeting him with a big smile. Your eyes sparkle when you study how good he looks, wearing a black long sleeve button-down shirt tucked in some tight black slacks that really makes you want to focus your attention on his crotch area. Nice.

But there was no response from him. He furrows his brows as he rakes your body up and down, licking his lips slowly

You giggle, a tint of red forming on your cheeks. “Jimin, are you checking—”

“You’re not going out wearing that.”

Immediately, you roll your eyes from his sour words. Crossing your arms together, you lean on one hip, “And why not?” you challenge.

A smug smirk appears on his face, right eyebrow raising in authority. You were not going to lie, but his reaction turned you on. He slowly walks over to your figure, shutting the door behind him. But what shocks you is when you heard a little ‘click’ of the doorknob, indicating that he just locked the door.

“U-Uh,” your mouth instantly dries up, but you try your best to keep your composure. “Why am I n-not supposed to wear this, huh?”

Jimin’s gaze suddenly turns sultry, as if a switch was ignited inside of him. He looks at your body, taking his time to check you out from bottom to top. And that man, oh god, he was biting his lip. He knows what he was doing to you, he knows that you’ll feel butterflies, he knows that it’ll turn you on.

“Hmm,” he hums, shuffles closer until he’s got his arms around your hips. He tugs you closer until your bodies were pressed against each other. You can feel your palms starting to sweat, knees wobbly like jelly. “You really wanna know why?”

“Y-Yeah,” the way you stuttered so easily made your cheeks blush, and you quickly cover it off by clearing your throat. You tilt your head up a little bit, making it seem like his actions didn’t bother you at all when it was clearly the opposite. “Yes. Tell me.”

Without any warning, Jimin grabs the back of your neck and he moves his head right in front of your left ear. With the sudden closeness, you can feel his hot breath hitting against your skin, causing small little bumps to appear on your arms and legs.

“Because I don’t want any other men to look at how fucking hot and beautiful you are.”

He doesn’t even let you reply as he pushes you against the door, trapping your arms above your head, your purse dropping to the floor. Your breath stops when he suddenly places fervent kisses all over your neck, making you release quiet moans in pleasure. Your nerves were on fire as you feel his soft, plump lips on your skin, your fantasies finally coming to life.

“Call me possessive, call me controlling, I don’t give a fuck,” he growls “You need to know that this body right here,” he runs a hand down your spine and onto your butt, giving your asscheek a firm squeeze, “belongs to me.”

“J-Jimin, oohh,” you whimper when he continues to mark your neck, for sure leaving hickeys and bite marks. He was marking you as his, letting everyone know that you’re his property. You can feel him smirk every time he leaves a purple bruise on your skin, knowing that he’s the only one that can see you like this.

“You’re too fucking sexy to share, petal. And this dress? Fucking hell baby,” he breathes out a slight groan, “I can’t let you go without fucking you.”

His words ignite a fire in your stomach and you don’t waste any more time, pulling him into a kiss. Jimin immediately grins, lips molding together, tasting your lips as if it was his last time to ever do so. He cups your face while you run your hands through his hair, knowing how much he likes it.

You groan when he bites your bottom lip all of the sudden, tugging on the soft flesh with his teeth. He chuckles when he hears you mewl, his dick growing hard under his tight dress pants. “Jimin, please,” you beg, “more.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He swiftly picks you up bridal style, earning a squeal from you as he brings you to the bedroom.

He removes your shoes and gently plops you down on the bed, but then a sudden thought invades your mind. Faking a pout, you say in a little voice, “What about the free drinks?”

Jimin scoffs, unbuttoning his shirt while your mouth waters from the sight of him. He likes your reaction, slipping the top off his toned body. “What do you care more about, petal? Drinks, or…” he hovers above you, slowly grazing his lips right above your own, “my dick?”

You almost want to laugh out loud, but you didn’t want to ruin the mood.

Smirking, you reply, “How about both?”

“Oh petal, need to stuff that smart little mouth of yours my cock, huh?” he groans, removing his pants all the way down. He kneels on the bed in front of you and signals you to get up, “on all fours, baby.”

Your cunt clenches around thin air when you were face to face with his covered cock, the outline of his hard shaft evident in his tight briefs. He palms himself for a moment, using his other hand to grip your chin. He tilts your head up, “Look at me,” you obey, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” he smirks, “you don’t know how many nights I’ve dreamed about this. Your pretty lips wrapped around my cock so nicely, taking my cock so deep down that throat, can you handle it baby?”

With each word, your pussy seems to get wetter and wetter, drenching your poor little underwear. You whimper, nodding your head. Just the thought of him tilting his head back in pure pleasure, his hands on your hair, forcing you down on his dick made you hornier and needy for him.

“Take my cock out, petal.”

Without saying anything more, you lift your hands to tug his briefs down, his cock finally springing out, slightly hitting your face. You gasp when you saw how big and thick it was, veins prominent as a little bit of precum dripped down from the tip. With your mouth agape, Jimin uses this chance to grab his base and rub his head against your lips, smearing the precum all over your mouth.

“Mhmm, fuck,” he grunts, “my pretty little baby. Have you thought about this, hm? Ever fantasized about sucking my cock?”

Fluttering your eyelashes at him, you smile lustfully, “Yeah, every time you wear those dress pants or your grey sweats. Just whenever you dress up and down basically, I can’t get the thought out of my head. Everything’s just hot about you, to be quite honest, whenever you—”

“God this fucking mouth just doesn’t shut up, huh?” he suddenly grabs a bunch of your hair, tilting your head back forcefully. You release a whine from the sting, but Jimin doesn’t seem to care. “Open,” he growls, and you obey. “Suck on my dick like a good girl.”

Jimin gasps when you wrap your lipstick-stained mouth around his cock, lathering your tongue around his head teasingly. Covering his dick with your spit, you suck deeper, bobbing your head up and down slowly. Without losing eye contact, you give him a playful wink.

“Little slut,” he tsk-ed as he abruptly thrusts his hips, making you gag. The sound created deep waves of pleasure all over Jimin’s body, riling him up. “Don’t you try to tease me, petal.” He grips your hair tighter, shoving more of his cock down your throat, “We both know who’s in control here.”

“Mnggf,” you mumble, forcing your eyes open as it grows heavier and heavier with him pushing your head closer to his pubic bone, gagging and choking around his cock. Spit dribbles down from your chin, and Jimin seizes the opportunity to wipe your saliva with his thumb. He sucks on the digit seductively, making direct eye contact with you. You mewled from the hot sight, eyes watering.

Jimin grunts as he starts to fuck your throat, your red lips trying to take his dick made him crazy. He leans forward, forcing your head all the way, and he hikes your dress up to your waist. He suddenly delivers a harsh, loud spank on your ass. You gag uncontrollably, your stomach fluttering as he spanks you for a second time.

“This ass is mine, petal, yeah? You belong to me.”

He pulls his cock out for a moment to let you breath, slapping the head right against your cheek. You felt so dirty, but you like the feeling of being used.

Opening your mouth with your tongue sticking out, Jimin slaps his dick against the wet muscle. He groans from the feeling, tugging on your hair harshly. “Dirty little slut,” he chuckles, “you love my dick, hm?”

He thrusts in and out, ignoring your gags, ignoring how your hands fumbled to grab a hold of the sheets. Your pussy was dripping wet, clit throbbing in need.

He forces your head down until your nose touches his pubic bone once again, before finally pulling out. A thick, messy string of saliva connects from your wet lips and to the tip of his cock. Jimin growls, “Fuck, such a cockslut you are. You wanna be fucked baby? You want me to fuck you hard and rough, hm?”

“Yes, yes!” you instantly reply with a slightly hoarse voice, “Want your cock in me.”

A fire ignites inside Jimin’s veins and he suddenly snaps, flipping your body down so that you lay on your back. He roughly hikes your dress up, impatient. “All I can think about if we went to the party is ripping this dress off of you. You wouldn’t want that, do you?”

You shake your head no, biting your lip.

He helps you pull the piece of clothing off, raising his brows up when he sees that you’re not even wearing a bra. He tilts his head to the side and sighs, “Ah, petal, you’re so fucking beautiful. A reason not to share you with anyone.” Quickly diving his head down, he wraps his mouth around your perked nipple as his hand occupied the other one. He nips on the erect bud with his teeth, smirking when he hears you squeal. He flicks his tongue fervently up and down, sending quick shocks of pleasure to your core.  

“Mhmm, Jimin, please, please fuck me already,” you beg, but he only chuckles.

“Is that all you can do to beg, petal? C’mon my baby girl can do much better than that.”

Your boyfriend crawls down, his face right in front of your wet pussy. He groans, inhaling your scent. He sees the wet patch on your panties, and he uses his fingers to delicately stroke your pussy against the thin clothing. You involuntarily close your legs together, but he firmly pushes it back open with a grunt. “Keep your legs open for me, petal.”

Bringing his hand to your core, he uses his thumb to gently apply pressure on your needy clit. He bites his lip, inspecting your reaction.

Your cheeks were flushed, eyebrows contorted in frustration, “Please…” you whisper.

“I told you petal, beg.”

“A-aahh, Jimin! Oh god!” He suddenly prods his tongue right on your clit, rubbing your sensitive bud. He wasn’t using any hands, just his tongue accompanied by the friction of your panties. The corner of his mouth crooks up, liking how your buck your hips up in need, tugging his hair.

“Beg.” He growls, finally pushing your underwear down. His eyes shine with lust when he sees that your pussy was dripping in slick. “Beg, or I won’t fuck you.”  

You find it difficult to talk when he was licking bold stripes from your entrance and up to flick on your clit, your heart pounding out of your chest. You try your best to speak despite all of your moans and whines of pleasure. His tongue was so long. His eyes staring at you with a menacing look that made your cunt clench around nothing. He flicks your clit frantically, making it hard for you to breathe. 

“Please, Jimin, please fuck me. Fuck me rough – ohh yeah – fuck me however you want, I don’t care. Please – aahh! Just let me feel your cock inside me. Please please please, Jimin, I’m begging you!”  He gives one final suck on your clit, pulling at it with his lips. You almost came then and there.

He chuckles, stroking your thigh, “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”

Jimin flips you over and instructs you to be on your hands and knees. He grunts when your pussy was out there all in display, just for him. “Fuck, so pretty,” he runs his hand on your ass, admiring your curves and your wet cunt, “Only for me.” A hand comes down your butt once again, spanking you.

He positions his cock right against your entrance, teasingly prodding his tip in and out of your pussy. You whimper, wiggling your ass in need.

“Ah ah ah,” he warns, slapping your ass again, harder. Your body jolts forward from the sudden harsh blow. “Stay still.”

He teases the head in and out of your hole, coating the tip with your wetness. Your arms claw on the sheets in desire, your stomach curling. His dick stretches you out real good. The girth of his cock made you feel blissful as your cunt tried its best to take it all. Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, gripping your hips possessively as he pushes further in. “Holy fuuuuck,” he draws out, smirking as he feels your pussy sucking him in, “you feel so fucking good, petal.”

He watches how your entrance stretches around his cock deliciously, your juices covering his shaft. “Shit, look at you, cunt so good for me, hm?” he starts to thrust in a slow pace, waiting for you to adjust, “Cunt feels so fucking good.”

“Mhmm, l-love your cock,” you stutter while your arms fail you to keep your strength, your upper body falling onto the sheets, ass up in the air.

The new position caused Jimin to go deeper, hitting all the right nerves that’ll make you closer to your edge. He fucks you faster and harder, his grip obviously leaving red marks on your skin from how tight he was holding you, sweat forming on both of your bodies.

He was thrusting his hips so hot and blissfully, making your cunt clench around him. Jimin grunts, “Oh, fucking hell petal, do that again or I’ll cum inside you.”

His words send currents throughout your body, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as his dirty words did something to you. Jimin gasps, feeling how you clench around him again, but this time tighter.

“Ohh, you like that, huh? Like being a disobedient brat?” he growls while leaning closer to your ear, fucking you balls deep.

“Jimin! Yes, fuck,” you pant, your hips meeting his as you felt his balls slap against your pussy with each thrust.

“Mhmm, you like the thought of my cum inside you, huh? Filling you up? Make this tummy round with my kids? Your pussy trying to take all of my cum, trying its best to keep it all in.” Jimin chuckles darkly, snaking a hand down to play with your clit.

“Yeah, o-oh my god!”

“What a filthy little slut I have right here, huh?” your body shudders when he carelessly slaps your clit, the action bringing your orgasm closer. He does it again, harder, as he bites the shell of your ear, “You want your tight pussy to be drenched in cum, yeah? Ohh you like that?” he laughs, his tone as if mocking you.

“I-I’m gonna cum, please, let me cum Jimin,” you say breathlessly, burying your face on the mattress as your hands gripped on the white sheets. Jimin feels your cunt tightening, and he allows you. “Go, petal. You can cum.”

“Fuck yes,” your jaw drops when a powerful rush of intense pleasure erupt from your core and throughout your body, your mind going blank as you can only focus on the euphoric feeling. But Jimin doesn’t stop. He controls his own edge and he flips you on your back, your legs finally relaxing but the burn from your previous orgasm doesn’t go away.

“Jimin, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you huff, knowing that you’re already going to hell anyway so you can curse all that you like.

“One more, petal. Cum around my fat cock one more time.”

He fucks you harder and rougher that you did not even know was possible. He uses his right hand to cup your cheek as he props his forearms down between your head. Jimin whispers in your ear, “You know I’m not actually going to cum inside you, yeah?”

You still find the energy to giggle at him but was immediately cut off when he starts pounding his dick right on your g-spot. You wrap your legs around his hips, giving him more room to fuck you. “I-I know, aaahhh shit, I’m not r-ready to have kids.”

“I know, but remember that you’re gonna have them with me.”

Your heart suddenly flutters uncontrollably from his sentence.

A painful pleasure starts to form down your core, your cunt covering his dick with your previous orgasm as he fucks you into another one. Jimin looked so good, some strands of hair sticking onto his forehead, his pretty lips bruised from all of the lip bites while his expression was just hot. He longed for this in so long, and he’s taking all of the time in the world to fuck you.

The temperature in the room gets hotter and hotter, your bodies sticky with sweat but none of you cares. He grabs a hold of your left leg and hikes it upon his shoulder, providing him a new position, his dick reaching places that were never been touched before. Your breath hikes up, back arching in immense pleasure while Jimin groans. “Yeah, that’s it, feel my dick so deep inside you? Bet no one’s ever fucked you this good?”

He gives you one particular, hard thrust, making you throw your head back. “Answer me petal, do I make you feel good?”

“Mmm, yes, oh god. Y-you’re the fucking best, Jimin.”

“Good girl,” he praise, feeling his balls getting heavier, his climax drawing closer, “This cunt is mine, get it? Mmmh, you’re mine and only mine. No one will get to look at you like this, you belong to me and I belong to you.”

Your second orgasm blows harder than the first, your hands coiling into tight fists and your toes curling from the intense pleasure bomb. It stings, yet the pain was intoxicatingly good. You were making a mess on the sheets, drenching his cock further. “Shit, that’s good, keep creaming on my cock like that baby, yeaaah.”

His thrusts were getting sloppier, signaling that he was close. He croons his head down to your neck and starts to lick the purple bruises he marked earlier. Groans and moans fill the air, and the wet squelching sounds of his cock pounding your pussy drove the two of you crazy.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he rasps, “I’m gonna cum, petal. Shit, where do you want me?”

“S-Somewhere not in my vagina, Jimin,” you choked.

You can catch him roll his eyes, making you grin. He pulls out and starts to pump his messy cock, using your juices as lubrication as he brings himself to his edge. Jimin throws his head back, watching him spurt his hot cum on your stomach, some up to your chin. He came so hard, his biceps and abs flexing in the process. “Holy fuuuuuck, petal,” he grunts as he kept going. You watch him with hooded eyes, breathing heavily as you tried your best to relax.

Jimin pumps himself until the very last drip, plopping down beside you. He runs a hand over his face, huffing out a breath, “Oh my fucking god, you’re the best, petal.” He turns his head to give you a gentle kiss, “Thank you.”

“Mmm, there’s no need for thanks, Jimin. But I’d suggest you clean me up—”

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, got it.” He quickly scrambles to the bathroom to get a wet cloth. You giggle when you stare at his bare ass. 

Even his butt was bigger than yours.

a/n: Thanks so much for reading! I love you <3

[solastia]

Call Of The Sea

Pairing: Jungkook X Hoseok

A/N: So, I went a little crazy. Instead of a tiny drabble this became an almost 4k work. *shrug* As for the smut itself, it’s oviposition (meaning eggs for those that don’t know), so there’s a bit of breeding/impreg kink as well as implied mpreg. I spent way too much time thinking about the mechanics of breeding a human male with a male merman and it shows. Anyway, enjoy!

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There were a million excuses he’d given his roommates about why he felt the need to visit the beach so often. Most of them bullshit. 

He felt more inspired to draw there - which that one was slightly true. 

It cures his super frequent migraines - he wasn’t sure he’d ever had one his whole life. 

He was interested in marine biology - but not for reasons they might think. 

He could never actually tell them the truth: that he spent all of his free time in a beachside cave in Busan because his boyfriend of seven months was a merman. 

For one that would sound insane, and he knew that if he ever told Yoongi he’d probably storm down here to save Jungkook from someone that was obviously a scammer. And Seokjin was probably related to someone in the military and would have the merman become a science experiment in two seconds flat. 

No, he couldn’t tell them. At least not yet. 

So he simply ignored his guilty conscience and let his plastic bag swing as he strolled down to the beach like he didn’t have a care in the world. 

He pulled his hoodie tight around his ears to ward off the cold. It was getting to be late in the winter season and the trips to the beach were practically hazardous for his health at this point - good thing his boyfriend's smile was as bright as the sun. 

Fuck, that was so cheesy. What the hell was wrong with him? 

Anyway, despite what the temperature read, he still wasn't as cold as he should be. Actually, he was almost toasty and he felt like he was just bundling up out of habit rather than need. His temperature had been strange for a few weeks. 

He shook his head and turned onto the path that led to his secret cave. Well, not that secret. Sometimes older kids came out here to party, but not often and definitely not in the middle of winter. 

Once he reached his cave, he pouted silently over it being empty. He must still be out swimming. Maybe with the water being such a freezing temperature, it slowed him down.  

He sighs forlornly, hoping he won’t have to wait too much longer. He lets both of his bags drop to the sandy floor and unzips the pack back, pulling out the two blankets he’d decided to bring. One for sitting, and one big fluffy down blanket so he wouldn’t get pneumonia. 

He snorts to himself as he gets comfortable and observes the water lapping close to the cave entrance. It’s not likely he’d even get pneumonia without the blanket, though. Beyond his strange fluctuating body heat, he’s been putting on so much weight recently it was ridiculous, like a bear getting ready to hibernate. 

Just this morning he’d tried to wear his sexiest pair of jeans for his boyfriend, only to find that his hips had widened so much he couldn’t pull them up. He’d even had to double up shirts and throw a hoodie over it because his pecs were basically tits now. They were so swollen and sensitive, he didn’t know what was going on. 

And don’t even get him started on everything in the plastic bag. He sighed and brought it closer to him as the urge to protect his bounty overcame him. The same overwhelming urge that had caused him to buy all the food in the first place. He sometimes brought his boyfriend little treats here or there because he got so excited, but this had been some primal urge to shower the merman in foodstuffs. 

He finally heard the sound he’d been waiting for - the nearby shriek of a waterproof whistle. He grinned excitedly and pulled the whistle he wears around his neck up to his lips and blew. It was a signal that alerted his merman that it was safe to show himself. 

“Jungkookie!” 

Jungkook grins as the graceful form of his boyfriend appears at the edge of the cave. He beams up at Jungkook from the shallow waters, his silky long black hair a cloud around him and his tail an iridescent blend of oranges and yellows. He’s so bright in the winter gloom that Jungkook’s spirits are instantly lifted. 

“Hoseok! I missed you!” 

“It’s only been two days, silly human,” but despite his words, he looks pleased and bashful by Jungkook’s unashamed neediness. A neediness that never seemed to go away, not since the moment he’d met the merman in this very spot. 

“Whatever,” Jungkook pouts, pulling his blankets up to his chin to hide his blush. “I’ll just keep the things I brought you then since you don’t care.”

“What?! Gimme!” 

The merman smiles sunnily, his lips shaped like a heart. Jungkook melts and relents, peeling the blankets off of himself and striding closer to the edge with his bag. He crouches and ruffles in the contents as Hoseok eagerly leans over to peek inside. 

“Let’s see, lots of things you said you liked before. Cherry tomatoes, tangerines, fish sausages...a bunch of stuff,” Jungkook shrugs, blushing as he realizes yet again that he may have gone a little overboard judging by the bulging contents of the bag. 

Hoseok looks over the bounty with awe, a gleam in his eye that Jungkook wasn’t sure he’d ever seen before. 

“My mate has provided for me during the winter months,” he says softly, rummaging through the bag like it was filled with gems. 

“That’s a good thing?” Jungkook asks, surprised by Hoseok’s strange response. He’d known the merman would be excited because he liked human food, but he’d been expecting screaming and huge smiles not...whatever this was. And he’d even used the ‘M’ word again - just like he had the last time Jungkook had let the other rut all over him, leaving him with the bite mark that itches on his thigh. 

Instead of answering, Hoseok slowly looks up at him with an intense gaze. His jaw is clenched like he’s deep in thought and then finally he nods - before turning away and diving under the water. 

“What? Hoseok, where are you going?” 

He fucked up somehow. Did he offend the merman? He’s brought him treats before. What did he do wrong?

Nearly ten minutes later Jungkook is close to leaving. The cold is finally starting to annoy him and Hoseok hasn’t come back. He wasn’t sure if he was ever going to. 

He sighs and stands up, deciding to leave the bag where it was. Hoseok could come back for it if he wanted to. Jungkook turns and grabs his blankets, intending to throw them into his backpack when a sudden metallic thump startles him. He looks towards the source, his eyes growing impossibly wide as he takes in the sight. 

Hoseok’s rainbow-hued bag he’d made from discarded netting was familiar to him. The awe-inspiring pile of what can only be termed ‘Treasure’ was spilling onto the rocky ground was something new. Precious gems, ancient coins, golden bangles and crowns, all touched by the sea but still glittering and obviously valuable. 

“Hoseok, what’s all this?” 

“Is this enough?” Hoseok’s voice was intense as he watched Jungkook inspect the goods, his eyes alight with some emotion that he couldn’t interpret. 

“For what?” 

“To provide for you and our young.” 

Jungkook whirled around and gaped at the merman in shock. “Our what now?” 

Hoseok nods briskly like it was just a fact. “Our young. It’s mating season and you accepted my bite. Then you provided me with food to keep my strength up in the winter and able to breed you. By spring, we’ll have our first young!” 

Jungkook drops to the cold ground in shock, staring at Hoseok. 

“Babe, I hate to tell you this, but in the human world a man cannot get pregnant.” 

“Haven’t you noticed the changes to your body since you accepted my bite? Your body widening to better hold my eggs? Your chest filling out so you can nourish our young?” 

“I’m...I...what the fuck?” Jungkook grabs at said chest, feeling their newly acquired plumpness. “Is this permanent? Can I make it stop?” 

Hoseok drooped, his excitement falling from him like a cloak and his eyes radiating hurt. “Yes. You’ll go back to normal after the mating season, whether I breed you or not. Do you...not want me to?” 

Jungkook thought for a moment, going over the past events between the two of them. He supposed he should have known something was up. Hoseok had been getting more...enthusiastic about touching him lately. He’d chalked it up to them getting closer and Hoseok becoming less shy about affection. He’d just assumed that sex wasn’t on the table because of their different anatomy, although Hoseok certainly loved making out and getting Jungkook off. During their last heavy petting session, Hoseok had given him a very intense blowjob that had ended with him biting into the meaty part of Jungkook’s thigh. 

He was definitely crazy about the merman and based on what Hoseok was telling him, he’d basically done everything to make him think that he was down for being his real mate in every way. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Jungkook begins carefully. “But I didn’t know that’s what we were leading to. I didn’t know about the food or the bite.” 

Hoseok’s eyes widen and he clutches a hand to his chest. “I did bad! I forgot you wouldn’t know...I...I’m sorry. I just...it’s instinct and I’ve never found a mate before.” 

“It’s okay. Umm…” Jungkook licks his lips nervously and asks shyly, “What all would this entail?” 

“Entail? Oh...you mean how would I breed you?” 

“Uh, yeah. And like, how would it come out. And what would happen...after.” 

Hoseok searches Jungkook’s face, his smile slowly growing as he takes in the shy interest in Jungkook’s eyes. 

“Well, first I would make out, as you call it. I like doing that a lot. No one touches lips down there,” Hoseok swims a little closer to the cave edge when Jungkook finally smiles a little. “Then I’ll pump you full of my eggs.” 

“EGGS?! I’ll have to lay eggs? Like a chicken?” Jungkook exclaims, his hands flying to his ass like he could protect it. 

Hoseok chuckles. “No, silly human. My eggs will nestle in your womb and absorb your DNA until spring. Since you’re a human, only one or two will be born and the rest of the eggs will be absorbed as nutrients for you and our young. If you were a merman as well, you could have easily given birth to ten or more. My sister had thirty.” 

“Okay, but how are they going to come out?” 

“You’re not done growing,” Hoseok smirked. “The bite is still working on you and helping your body evolve to handle our mating. If you decide to deny our bond, you will completely go back to the way you were before my bite. If you let me breed you, most of the outer changes will go back to normal until next season, but your new internal parts will stay to keep you compatible for the next season. You are growing a womb and a birthing slit.” 

“Jesus,” Jungkook stares at the merman in surprise and trepidation. “You must like me a whole lot to want babies and stuff.” 

“I do,” Hoseok nodded vigorously. “Bunches and bunches. I’ve never participated in the mating season before. My family called me odd because I was “picky” but now I’m happy I was. My mate is the human Jungkook.” 

“How...uh...how will you get the eggs in me?” 

Jungkook blushes when Hoseok pierces him with an assessing gaze. He was surprised with himself that the thought of walking around with Hoseok’s eggs - while still fucking weird - also got him rock-hard. Like he could keep a piece of the beautiful man with him on land, and one that he could feel inside of him. 

“I have an organ like yours, it just looks a bit different. It’s kept inside until I’m ready.” 

“And...are you?”

“Ready?” Hoseok quirks an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “I’m always ready with you, but do you want this?” 

Jungkook swallows nervously, but the image of finally being fucked by this beautiful person was enough to get him wanting to scream “Yes.” 

Not to mention, the more he thought about it, the more the idea of having a child - no matter how strangely they were made - that was a little bit of him and Hoseok....he found the idea appealing. 

“Okay. Let’s do it.” 

Hoseok’s heart-shaped smile was as bright as the sun. “Okay! Lose all those silly clothes. My bite should be keeping you warm, especially once you get in the water.” 

Jungkook pauses with his shirt half over his head. “I’m going to be in the water? In the middle of winter?” 

Hoseok shrugs, “For a little bit.” 

Jungkook eyes him dubiously. “Uh-huh.” 

Still, he strips, throwing his clothes away from the water as far as he could. He was already embarrassingly hard, his cock barely shaking as he walked towards the merman. 

“Lay down and make out!” Hoseok declared, and Jungkook did so with a chuckle. The merman absolutely loved kissing. He’d been wide-eyed with wonder the first time Jungkook had impulsively pecked his lips, then demanded more almost immediately. One time Hoseok had even challenged himself to kiss every inch of Jungkook - every inch. 

Jungkook laid on his blanket close to the water’s edge and Hoseok pulled himself up to hover over the human. He quietly studied his face, a tiny fond smile gracing his lips. 

“Hi there,” Jungkook giggled. Hoseok grinned and lowered his face more. 

“Hello,” he responded quietly, then pressed his lips to Jungkook’s. 

The human moaned into the soft kiss, loving the slight tang of the sea and chilled skin against his. After Hoseok had received his fill of lips he moved lower, peppering tiny kisses until he reached Jungkook’s neck. 

He growled lightly into the skin, nipping at it playfully. “Hoseok, come on.” 

“Yeah? You need it, precious? Need to be bred?” 

Jungkook’s breath hitched, not expecting the low husky tone of Hoseok’s voice. He growled into Jungkook’s neck, the words sounding like filth dipped in honeyed caramel.

“Want it. Breed me,” he begged in a hushed voice, still battling his shyness. 

“Anything you want, precious. My precious mate,” Hoseok answered, his voice tinged with awe as he stroked his hand all over Jungkook’s soft skin. 

He slid away until he was once away fully in the water and held out a hand. “Come join me in here, Jungkook. You’ll be fine.” 

“Really?” Jungkook asked, eyeing the water with doubt. It was the middle of winter and the water had to be cold enough to kill someone. 

“My bite protects you. Come here.” 

Jungkook scoots to the edge and grabs Hoseok’s hand, letting the merman help him into the water. He’d been expecting a shock, but it merely felt lukewarm to him. Comfortable enough, he supposed. Hoseok held him close then turned him towards the rocky edge of the cave. 

“Grab onto the ledge,” Hoseok whispered teasingly into his ear. 

Jungkook did as he was told, grasping onto the ledge for dear life as Hoseok’s hands traveled down to grab him by the hips. 

“Umm, I’m not prepared. We need stuff.”

Hoseok cocks his head curiously, “Stuff?” 

“Like, slippery stuff. So, uh, it won’t hurt.” 

“OH! No, that happens naturally. I have everything you need. Do humans need extra fluids? How strange.” 

Jungkook chuckles, “Yeah, humans are the weird ones here.” 

“Hey,” Hoseok playfully frowns. “I’ll leave you to drown.” 

“Sorry, sorry. As you were.” 

Hoseok made a ‘hrumph’ sound and tapped Jungkook’s ass lightly. He can feel something floating underneath him and he sneaks a peek. It’s long and wide, a fleshy pink with bumps and ridges covering it in a strange pattern. He glances behind him to stare at Hoseok’s tail, noticing the open slit in the middle of it where the pink...oh fuck that’s his dick! It was at least ten inches long, maybe more, and as wide as Jungkook's arm. 

“That...that’s supposed to fit inside of me?” Jungkook asks breathlessly, staring in wonder at the monster cock growing out of the merman. 

“Mmm, I have to get really deep to protect our eggs,” Hoseok mumbled, pressing a reassuring kiss to the back of Jungkook’s neck. 

Jungkook turns his head and stares at the cave ledge, waiting for the first press. He nearly jumps when the bulbous head touches his rim, forcing himself to breathe as Hoseok slowly forces the head inside. 

The merman sighs happily and rubs his chin into Jungkook’s hair. “You feel so nice inside,” he hums as he holds still, letting the human’s walls work to contain him. 

After a couple seconds Jungkook feels something shooting inside of him. He turns back to glare at Hoseok incredulously. “Already?” 

The merman chuckles. “No, precious. It’s just secretions to help you handle me. It’s a while yet until I fill you properly.” 

“Oh,” Jungkook gulps. 

Hoseok moves his hips again, forcing more and more of his monster cock into Jungkook with every pump. Whatever he’d filled Jungkook with made the slide painless and he felt barely any discomfort. 

His cock continued further and further, until it grazed his prostate and went further still. He wasn’t even sure that a dick was supposed to reach that high without hurting him, but he couldn’t complain too much when the outline of Hoseok’s cock bulging from his stomach made his own twitch with need. 

“Hold on, Jungkookie,” Hoseok rasps, before slamming to the hilt. He only had a second to grip the ledge with all his might before Hoseok started pounding with such raw power that he wanted to scream and they’d only just started. 

He’d never felt so full in his life and the way that Hoseok was hammering into him felt like he was rebuilding his body to fit only him. Jungkook could only whine and sob as his senses were overwhelmed. 

“Precious?” Hoseok grunted, “Are you close, sweet thing?” 

He was. He was so embarrassingly close but he didn’t want to be. Mere minutes of the merman slamming into him like his life depended on it and he was ready to burst. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Jungkook begs with a sob. “Don’t ever fucking stop!” 

Hoseok chuckles lowly. “Never? You want me to keep filling you up forever and ever? My sweet precious mate. So perfect,” he growls. “I want to stay inside you forever too. Fill you to the brim with my eggs until your belly is round.” 

Jungkook whimpers as Hoseok’s teeth graze his neck and he feels his cock growing impossibly wider. 

“Bigger?” he moans, “Why? I can’t…” 

“You can, precious. Your body is mine. I have to keep you in place so I can fill you up.” 

Hoseok’s dick stretches him more than he’d ever thought possible. The bumps and ridges on it rubbing the inside of his walls until he thought he would go crazy. 

“Hoseok, I’m gonna…” 

“Yeah? Release for me, precious.” 

And Jungkook cums with a loud cry, his hips bucking into nothing as he shoots into the sea. 

“Good job. Here they come now, sweetness. I’m going to breed my mate.” 

Hoseok groans huskily as he grinds against Jungkook’s ass like he was desperately trying to get further inside but couldn’t. He didn’t feel anything different at first, besides the massive river of cum that painted his insides. Then...then he felt something rippling along Hoseok’s cock, making the already large organ wider still. 

“Yes, yesss…” Hoseok panted into his ear as he shallowly bucked, seeming like the act of releasing his eggs made him feel even better than an orgasm did. 

Finally Jungkook felt the first foreign object enter his body and travel up, up, and up. It hadn’t felt that large, perhaps the size of a lemon, and round. However, with the release of the first egg it seemed the others weren’t far behind. 

One more traveled from Hoseok’s cock into him, then another, and another, until he’d lost count. He was unable to do more than rest his forehead against the cool stone floor and try not to be overwhelmed as the little eggs stroked his insides and traveled to their new home in his womb. And he knew it was there because he could feel them settle inside, bulging his tummy and pressing down on his pelvis. 

Hoseok hadn’t been able to stop groaning and bucking as each egg was released, seeming to be in an endless state of euphoria. 

Jungkook realized that somewhere along the line he’d gotten hard again, the feeling of the eggs jostling his sensitive body too much to handle. It wouldn’t take much to cum again. 

Hoseok sighed and finally stopped his grinding, leaning his head onto Jungkook’s shoulder to rest. 

“So good, precious Jungkook. I’ve never felt such bliss in all my days.” 

Jungkook wanted to respond, but he was trying to reach down and tug himself to completion without slipping into the ocean. Hoseok notices and chuckles. 

“Again, my sweet? You like being filled that much?” 

Jungkook whimpers and nods, letting Hoseok bat his hand away to replace it with his own. 

It only takes a few tugs of those long, nimble fingers before he shouts and cums, his cock slightly pained from sensitivity. 

“There we go. And out of the water with you.” 

Hoseok slides out of him and his cock is once again sheathed into his tail slit. He helps to heave the human onto the ledge and lets him catch his breath as the merman strokes Jungkook’s bulging stomach. 

“So big and full. How do they feel?” 

“Um, nice. I like it. I feel...warm and safe.” 

Hoseok glances up in surprise, “Yeah? You like it a lot?” 

Jungkook nods vigorously. “I can’t wait to meet them. What are we going to do when they’re born?” 

Hoseok stares thoughtfully at his hand on the human’s stomach. “I suppose if they have split fins like you they’ll live on land. If they are mer then they’d have to stay with me. At least until I find a way to be with you.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise. “With me? You want to be on land?” 

Hoseok shrugs shyly. “I don’t have much to hold me here, and I’ve always wanted to meet your friends. You speak so highly of them.” 

“Yeah,” he muses, only to freeze two seconds later. “Oh fuck, you knocked me up. Yoongi and Seokjin are going to kill you!” 

“What?” Hoseok asks in alarm. 

“Don’t worry. I think we can get Namjoon on our side, but be prepared for a scolding.” 

“You mean, you want me to join you on land?” 

“Yeah,” Jungkook grins happily. “You’re my family too, and we’re going to have...young. We’ll figure it out.” 

“Yes. Yes, we will.” Hoseok settles and sighs, laying his head onto his mate’s belly. 

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Destiny Is Heaven Sent

Summary: Knowing Dean Winchester since you were fifteen, you’ve always been pulled in his direction. Always wanting to open up the rattled and broken cage your heart lives in. But when the child you’ve been raising together dies, you find yourself closing up the cage of your heart again. And if destiny has one thing for you, it’s to break you down before bringing you back up.

Characters: Dean x You, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, OFC’s, OMC’s, (Ongoing)

This Series Is Set Through Seasons 1-6 With Knowledge That The Bunker Exists

Rating: 18+

Warnings (Ongoing and Will Be Updated): Grieving, Mentions of Rape and Defilement (As Per A Case), Show Level Violence, Swearing, Smut, Impreg Kink, Blood, Fighting, Drinking, Dean Being Dean, Fluff, Angst, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader

Warnings For This Chapter: Show Level Violence, Fluff

Chapter 5.

"You better not let my insides turn to mush." You tell your best friends as they drive through the dark night towards the scene of the crime.

"We would never let you get hurt, ever. Don't be ridiculous." Dean mumbles as he lowers the music as it blasts throughout the car.

"I'm just saying." You whisper as you tug at your dress.

"Yeah well, don't 'just say' anything. And, stop pulling at your dress like that something is gonna pop out from one end or the other if you keep it up." He barks out.

Throwing his jacket over your legs, you let the scent of his cologne wash over you and you feel your nerves begin to calm down.

"You memorized what he looked like right?" Sam asks as you finger at the green fabric of his jacket.

"Yep. Got it all in here." You say tapping your temple with your index finger before looking out the window.

You watch the odd streetlight pass you by before eyeing the moon. You've always loved how, no matter how close you drive towards it it always seems farther and farther away with each step.

"Since Morley Rosmund was cremated by the state, he must be attached to something. A lock of hair, a locket, something he bled on." Sam says as he flicks through the sheets of paper within his manila folder.

"Maybe he's attached to the old woodchipper that prostitute shoved him through." You comment as the car begins to slow down.

"That would be an issue." Dean mumbles as he pulls up to the nefarious corner.

You want to open the door but your nerves seem raught with determination to stay inside the safe car.

"All we need to find out is where he takes the women. Whether it's his old house, his old office, anywhere. We'll send him packing for the night and go there in the morning to scout it out and find whatever he's attached to." Dean tells you as he hooks his hand behind the passenger seat to look at you.

It's a simple plan. Straightforward like always. You three are a team. There's no reason to let yourself get worked up over nothing.

"We're going to be right across the street. We'll be watching you." Your younger best friend tells you calmly and you look up at both of them before nodding.

"Okay. Let's gank this bitch then." You whisper before opening up the car door.

The gentle chill that blows through the breeze assaults all of your limbs as you stand on the street corner.

You watch Baby do a U-turn before the car shuts off. Dean is watching you like a hawk, eyes narrowed as he picks some skin off his bottom lip.

His gaze is comforting and you take deep breaths as you pace back and forth.

"She looks nervous." Sam comments to his older brother as he angles his head to watch you.

"Yeah. She's waiting for a weird pervert ghost. You'd be nervous too if you were her." Dean answers gruffly as his eyes roam your body.

"Why don't you guys just fuck already?" His younger brother asks as he brings his coffee cup to his lips. 

"Excuse me?" His older brother's voice is deep and low, the threatening baritone creeping into his head and rattling his brain. Dean turns his head slowly to his brother with narrowed eyes.

The gaze sets something akin to nervousness in Sam and he gives an awkward chuckle combing his long hair behind his ear.

"I just...I mean… I can see the way you both look at each other." He says with a shrug.

"It's complicated. Don't worry about what me and Y/N do or haven't done." He mumbles before turning back to watch you continue to pace.

"I mean you guys have both liked each other since you guys met. And...Well, you guys always pretend like something between you both doesn't exist." Sam fumbles with his words.

Dean sighs as he pulls his flask out from the inside pocket of his jacket. Taking a swig, he rolls his eyes. 

"I'm not talking about this right now, Sammy. All I do is talk about this shit to you, to Cas, to Bobby, even to Dad when he was still alive. I'm not with her because I don't fucking deserve her. I'm not going to ruin her life like I always do. So, shut the hell up." He barks out before cracking his neck.

Sam nods slowly as he presses his lips into a straight line, "Fine. I just think Y/N should be able to make those decisions for herself too. Y'know?" 

"Shut up, Sam." The fraction of a second that this conversation has gone on, Dean's eyes left you for a minute.

When he turns his head back to the corner, you are gone. 

"Goddammit!" He curses loudly, slapping the steering wheel harshly before shoving the door open and jogging across the street. 

Nothing but the brisk chill of the evening is all Dean can feel. You're completely out of his sight and he puts his hands over his face.

"I'm sorry." Sam apologizes quickly as he joins his older brother.

"If anything happens to her…Fuck!" He curses as his head continuously turns in all directions.

Pulling out his phone, the younger Winchester begins to track the GPS on your cell phone, "I'll find her." Sam whispers nervously as he takes in his brother's broken form.

Dean can feel his heart clenching, his eyes are watering at the mere thought of you being in danger. How could he let you out of his sight?

He promised. He fucking promised. 

This is like Marsh all over again.

Clutching onto the fabric of his shirt over his heart, his head lolls back at the pain and fear that encroaches upon him.

Dean and Sam weren't paying attention when Morley Rosmund came and grabbed you. That you knew for a fact. They were fighting. As per usual. 

The second the man in olden clothes had touched you, your body felt cold and numb.

You could count on your hand the amount of times you've met a ghost this pissed.

You've done jobs by yourself before while your best friends were gallivanting and fighting with every Archangel known to man. This would just have to be one of those times where you suck it up and have to fend for yourself.

You couldn't rely on them always and that's perfectly okay. You can handle yourself, you're strong and capable. 

Ghosts with this angered of a spirit can travel only a certain distance away from their soul-bound item. 

That seems to check out as you're pulled only a block away from that street corner. The office building is old and decrepit. There are many stop work orders on the face of the building as you're pulled inside. 

Grimacing, you step over dead bodies and bones in the first floor hallway.

"This is my office." You hear Morley explain and your breath comes out in puffs of smoke as you wrap your arms around each other for warmth.

"Oh. Lovely." You murmur as the body of a woman around your age lays on the old, varnished desk. 

Your hand reaches for your clavicle and you tug off the old coin pure iron from the necklace before pushing it down into the palm of your hand.

Your eyes glance around the office, trying to find anything that would be the key item for this man to still be bound here. You try to ignore the putrid smell of rotting flesh before the taller ghost is in your line of sight with a feral smile on his face.

His body shifts in and out of this plane of existence before solidifying once more.

"Get on the desk and spread your legs." He commands and you shiver at the roughness of his voice.

Clearing your throat, you sit on the corner trying your best not to touch the dead girl that's there.

"NOW!" The thin glass of the window shatters at his bellow and you swallow thickly as you raise your hand to his face.

Just the thought of touching this dead spirit is nerve wracking but you need to be able to get out of here. You know the building now, you just have to get away.

You press your hand to his face and he shimmers away with a yell. Closing your palm, you jump off of the desk hopping over dead bodies in the hallway. You're so close to the entrance door you can almost taste it.

But, Morley Rosmund is an old, angry ghost. Just as quickly as he vanished, he reappears.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he blocks the doorway and you go to throw the old iron coin at him. Before you can even let the coin slide out of your hand, you're in the air.

Your body travels backward against the wall with a loud thud and you crumple in on yourself with a whimper. You can taste blood in your mouth, can feel your body aching and bruising all over as the ghost advances on you.

Dean is mumbling to himself as he rummages through the trunk.

Hearing glass shatter in the distance, his head jolts up. 

"You hear that?" He asks his younger brother as he grabs his sawed off shotgun.

"Yeah. I got her location. She's not far." The words put gusto into his bones as he rapidly grabs the rest of the materials and weapons he will need.

Slamming the trunk shut, he hauls the bag over his shoulder before throwing a shotgun at his brother.

"Let's go then." He says quickly, ushering Sam to get a move on.

Jogging down the block, it didn't take long for them to find the old, decrepit building you were housed in.

Peeking his head in Dean can see the strewn bodies on the floor, new and old.

"Oh Y/N." He whispers gently as he pushes the door open with the mouth of his gun.

The office door which is cracked and shattered reads 'Mund.' You must be in there.

Stepping over the dead bodies gingerly, the closer he gets to the office with his little brother behind him the louder your whimpers and grunts of pain become.

His jaw clicks and he can hear you cursing out the ghost like a proud sailor.

Kicking open the door, he takes in your half naked body for a fraction of a second before he's shooting the gun at the ghost. The rock salt blasts through Morley Rosmund and he's gone within seconds. 

"Hey. Hey. I got you." He whispers as he jogs over to you.

You whimper loudly, holding your arms out like a frail child and his heart breaks at the sight of you.

"I'm so fucking sorry." He says as he picks you up. Your skin is already bruising and deepening in color as he coddled you to his chest.

"We gotta go!" Sam yells as more glass begins to shatter in the office.

Dean buries your face into his neck as he steps over strewn debris and body parts. You can hear him whispering kind, gentle words in your ear and you practically jump out of your skin as Sam shoots the gun behind you.

"He's one angry son of a bitch." Dean growls as he kicks open the front door.

Stepping down the stairs, the brisk chill of Autumn assaults your half naked body and you groan loudly as Sam shoots the gun once more before closing the front door of the building.

Sammy throws his jacket over your body as Dean jogs back to the Impala with fast feet.

"Did he hurt you? Where did that sick son of a bitch touch you?" The venom in his voice is almost intoxicating to listen too.

"I'm okay." You whisper as he opens the back door of the Impala without a word. 

Throwing the keys to Sam, the younger brother clears his throat uncomfortably. Dean sits in the back of the car with you, he pulls your upper body onto his making sure Sam's jacket is covering your body.

You're still aching and feeling the pain all over but it's also a soft comfort that creeps over your body as Dean runs his fingers through your hair. 

"De?" You whisper as your eyes flutter closed.

"Hmm?" He asks, lowering his head to hear you clearly. 

"When I feel better, I'm going to kick your ass for leaving me alone." You threaten before grimacing and putting your hand to your chest.

His face shifts above you, as if he's been stabbed or shot. Your words cut him to the quick and he can barely nod.

"I would expect nothing less, Candy girl."

You ended up in Dean's bed again that night, which was becoming more of a regular thing than you cared to admit. But, against all of your better judgement, you were okay with it.

You were finally sound asleep when Dean uttered his first words of the evening.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers as he turns towards you.

Your lips are parted, hair splayed over your face as you take shallow breaths during your sleep.

Turning his head to make sure his brother is sleeping, he curls his arm around your form. His thumb grazes gentle circles on your forearm as he watches you sleep.

"I'm so caught up in what to do around you, what to say, how to hide my feelings… It's all getting to be too much for me." He mumbles more to himself than to you.

"I shouldn't have taken my eyes off you tonight. I'm sorry I didn't pay more attention. I don't know what I would have done if you got hurt because of me. God…" His voice is deep and pained. A tear threatens to spill over as he hangs his head.

This would be about the time where he grunts angrily and drinks a beer but he can't leave your side. Not for a minute. 

"I'm getting sick and tired of not having you as mine. Really fucking sick of having to push you away because I'm too goddamn stubborn to do anything about it." He sounds breathless by the end of his monologue. Laying his head down on the pillow, his thumb drifts over your cheekbone once more.

"Then don't be stubborn." You whisper before turning over and facing the window.

Your older best friend's eyes widen and he clears his throat before rubbing at his face roughly with his left hand.

"I didn't...I didn't know you were awake." He whispers as you open your eyes.

You watch as soft grey clouds drift past the large moon that looms over the motel.

"Kind of hard to sleep when your best friend is spilling out his soul to you." You retort quietly, your fingers pull at a frayed string of the comforter that lays over your body.

"So...you heard me?" He asks nervously.

Oh. You heard it all.

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[hybridfanfiction]

Owner Training - 6 (M)

This chapter is filled with smut, so skip this one if you’re not interested! Warning for unprotected sex. Don’t be a fool, wrap your tool. (Unless you’re Yoongi, then it’s cool.) He might also kinda have an impreg kink. Look, these things write themselves, okay? 

Word Count: 2,800

Your hand clenched the sides of the open doorway as your jaw dropped, the scene before you turning your brain to mush. Your last remaining brain cell was battling between the urge to flee and the desperate desire to stay. Finally, one of your feet managed to take a single step, despite how it felt like pure lead. 

Looking back, it really should have been obvious what was going on....

Since the heartbreaking fight a few days before, you were wondering if there was perhaps some sort of parasitic animal in his DNA. Yoongi has been practically latched onto you every moment that he could be. You’d expected him to open up more and be more into physical affection, but this was extreme. 

From the moment you got home from work he would wrap himself onto you, scenting your neck for a solid twenty minutes. He would barely let you get up to fix dinner, insisting on holding onto your waist and laying his head on your shoulder, which making cooking extremely difficult. If you tried to push him away, even to go to the bathroom by yourself, it was like a switch flipped and he’d turn into this upset moody brat that would practically cry until you sat in his lap. 

Even stranger, he’d suddenly become incredibly hungry, like all the time. You were used to him trying to talk you into the occasional treat, but overall he didn’t eat very much. Now, it was the complete opposite. Just yesterday he’d gone through two whole roasted chickens by himself, a steak dinner, three bags of banana chips, and even a couple chocolate bars. Not to mention the way he’s gone through an entire carton of ice cream every single night, pouting when it was finished. 

You knew something was wrong, but you didn’t know what. You’d tried to consult your hybrid books but it seemed like it could be any number of things. You had even started to wonder if it was time to force him to the vet, but what would you say? Hi, I’m here because my hybrid hugs me all the time and eats a lot? 

Anyone that didn’t know Yoongi personally wouldn’t understand why his behavior was worrying. 

And then there was that smoke scent. It was strange how just all of a sudden Yoongi walked around smelling like the campfires you used to have all the time when you were a kid. It was just a strange crisp burning smell mixed with this rich and sweet undertone, like it was made expressly for your tastes. You couldn’t get enough of it.

And every time you let yourself give in and bury your nose in his hair to catch more of it, his purrs to get louder and he’d butt his head up like there was nothing he wanted more than for you to smell him. Which was totally weird, right? 

This morning you’d actually woken up early because Yoongi’s body heat was practically making you drip sweat. You’d sat up and checked his brow, finding the temperature blazing. Little droplets of sweat littered his forehead and dripped down to his neck, even as you noticed his body shaking like he was freezing. You’d woken him up and had a good long fight, trying to convince him to let you take him to the vet. He kept insisting that it wasn’t needed, that he was fine, but you were so worried. You were nearly late to work by the time he finally agreed to go if he was still like this by the time you got home. 

Yeah, you had known something was up, but nothing could have prepared you for what you came home too. 

As soon as you’d opened the door, you’d known something was wrong. The lights were all off except for the one shining from your bedroom. The AC was cranked up high. Yoongi wasn’t nestled into his usual corner on the couch, so you assumed he was still napping in the bedroom. It was fairly quiet until you got closer to the room. 

Then you heard it. 

It was light at first. You could have easily mistaken the sounds as whimpers of pain. In fact, you nearly did, which is why you started walking towards the bedroom in the first place. But it was soon followed by a ragged moan and the sounds of your bed lightly squeaking. 

“Fuck...”

Yoongi’s gravelly voice gave away exactly what he was doing in there, and yet your body still went forward like it was on auto-drive. You grasped the side of the doorway and peeked in, your heart beating wildly in your chest. You couldn’t even breathe. 

There on the bed that the two of you shared was Yoongi - but one you’d never seen before. He wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing, and his pale skin was damp with a light sheen of sweat. He was on his back with his fluffy black tail trailing off the side of the bed. His hand was wrapped about a surprisingly pretty pink cock as he tugged on it, biting his lips in what looked like both arousal and frustration. 

“Ahhhhh....”

You could feel every moan travel straight to your own body. God, he sounded amazing. Was this a heat? You forgot all about those. Fuck, you were a shitty owner. 

“Can smell you. Come help me.” 

You jumped guiltily, peeling your gaze off the entrancing sight of his hand at work to meet his eyes. He was staring at you hungrily, a flicker of something there that was almost a challenge. 

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi. I forgot about ruts and heats. I can go call the hybrid place and have them send someone,” you sputter, quickly averting your eyes and making a show of pulling out your phone. “I can ask Jimin to let me stay there for a few days.”

Damn, you were trash. How violated he must feel after you just stood there watching like some pervert. 

“Send someone?” You heard the squeaking stop as he seemed to pause. “What do you mean send someone?” 

“Oh, they have these hybrids that volunteer to...uh...you know. Help. With that. I remember Tae had someone once before he and Jimin got together.” 

“I know what heat assistance is. Why the fuck would I want that?” 

His voice was trembling enough that you snuck a peek at him in curiosity. His hand was clenching his thigh as he breathed heavily, his tail flicking the way it does when he’s irritated. 

“Because you’re in heat?” You respond with a furrowed brow. Was there something you were missing? 

“Jesus...fuck. If you don’t want me just fucking tell me,” Yoongi growled as he awkwardly threw the sheet over himself and stared down at his hands. 

And...was that a sniffle? Was he crying? 

“Hey, Yoongi sweetie? Remember we established that I’m an idiot? You gotta tell me what’s going on here?” 

He huffed angrily, still refusing to meet your eyes. 

“What’s going on here is that we’ve been heat bonding all week and now you’re rejecting me. It’s fine. Whatever.” 

“Yoongi - “ you begin softly, taking a few more steps into the bedroom and gently lowering yourself next to him. “Are you saying you wanted to do...that...with me?” 

“You can’t even say it,” Yoongi sighed and rolled his eyes when he finally looked over at you. “I thought that’s where we were headed and I thought you’d want to. Guess I read the signs wrong because you’re a fucking human and probably want nothing to do with a fucking cat.” 

“Yoongi, it’s not like that at all! I like you too!” you blurt, gasping and covering your mouth after because, oh no, he never said he liked you. He just said he thought you guys were going to have sex. 

He pierces you with one of his stares, the ones that feel like he’s picking you apart all the way down into your soul. 

“Really?” 

You nod. “Guess, the cat’s out of the bag.” 

His momentary sneer lets you know he is not amused. 

“So, you’ll help me? You won’t send off for someone?” 

You blush so hard that you can physically feel it growing on your cheeks. 

“I mean, if that’s what you really want. Sure,” you mumble shyly.

He quirks his eyebrow in challenge and flings off the sheet before beginning to crawl closer to you. You can already feel the fur on his tail teasing against your leg. 

“Last chance to back out.” 

Little does he know that you’ve never wanted anyone more. 

You’re proud of yourself as you stand your ground, letting him advance towards you with minimal signs of flinching. You can feel how much his skin is burning once he’s next to you, the heat just emanating off of his body. 

You give a little startled twitch when you suddenly feel his long fingers curling under the bottom of your shirt. He studies your face as he tugs on it a little, giving you a silent warning of what’s to come. You nod and breathe out, his little pleased grin enough to help you relax a little. 

He pulls it off completely and throws it across the room while you unhook your bra for him in a rush of bravery. He doesn't even bother to look at it before he grabs it and throws it behind him, obviously in a rush to just get you naked already. You were both flattered and a little alarmed, but you had to remember that Yoongi was basically in heat right now and was probably hurting and desperate. 

To speed things up, you take care of everything else quickly on your own, letting him sit back and stroke himself slowly as he watched. He gave a pleased hum when you were finally as bare as him. 

“Sit on my face,” he grunted, scooting up onto his pillow. 

“Huh?” 

You knew what he meant, but your brain short-circuited a bit at the thought. 

“I want to taste you.” 

God, he was so blunt. You gulp and crawl awkwardly across the bed until you’re hoving above his face. You can feel the little warm breaths of air hitting your core and he grasps your thighs. 

“Careful, I’m sure I’m heavy.” 

He rolls his eyes and tugs you down onto his mouth. You squeak a little bit as you try to balance yourself against the headboard. The first few touches of his wet tongue on you were almost ticklish. Light, like he was getting to know you down there. Your heart was hammering with anticipation as he suddenly flattened his tongue and ran it all throughout your folds, the just barely rough texture strange but intriguing. 

You couldn’t help but moan and twitch a little as he finally paid attention to your clit, circling it and suckling it into his mouth hard. You could feel him smirking against you. 

“God. Yoongi, feels so fucking good.” 

“Mmm. I know.” 

The next few minutes were the closest to heaven you’d ever been in your life. No one had ever paid that much attention to you before. If you stiffened, he’d stop. If you gasped, he did it more. He was eating you out like a man starved and you loved it. Even when you would accidentally grind down harder than you meant to, he would groan loudly against you, like he’d love nothing more than for you to smother him with your pussy. Kinky bastard. You should have known. 

Finally, he taps on your thigh and you lift up, looking down at him. 

“I need you to fucking ride me, right now. Gonna cum.” 

“O...okay,” you answer shakily. You honestly weren’t sure if you were going to be able to hold yourself up that long, especially since you were pretty close yourself. 

“I don’t have condoms. Do you?” 

“Don’t need em.” 

You glance up at that and...oh. You’ve never had anyone look at you like that before. 

“But I’m not on...” 

“I know.” 

“If...uhhh...ya know - “ 

“Y/N. Get on my cock so I can fill you up with my kittens,” he growls, though his soft eyes belay the harshness of his voice, making it all so very emotional. And hot. He had your feelings flying everywhere and you couldn’t think straight. 

With a silent nod and slight blush, you crawl down and straddle his waist. You inhale harshly as you touch his cock for the first time and position it under you. He’s so soft and warm, and if you weren’t both frantically trying to hold off orgasms then you’d want to take your time with it. 

You slowly slide down, both of you releasing harsh breaths as you finally connect. You start a slow rocking at first, letting your body get used to having him inside of you. Fuck, he felt so good stretching you out. 

Yoongi reached over and grasped your hips, helping you increase speed until he was practically doing it all himself. You’d push up and he would slam you down, until the both of you were groaning and damp, the headboard smacking loudly against the wall. 

Suddenly he drops one hand down to your pussy and harshly rubs circles into your clit. 

“I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so good, baby. The whole world's gonna see you filled with kittens and know you’re mine. Cum on my cock.” 

You’d never thought you’d hear such lewd words coming from your tsundere hybrid, so it’s enough to shock your body into doing as he ordered. You throw your head back and moan loudly as tremors fill your body. The gravelly moan is your only warning before he holds you still as warmth fills you. 

You let your upper body drop, draping yourself across his chest. He surprisingly doesn’t seem to mind or be in a hurry to pull out - instead holding you close enough to his chest that you can hear his racing heartbeat and harsh breaths. 

“Thank you.” 

You peek up at his soft words, smiling gently. 

“You don’t need to thank me. I wanted to. I liked it.” 

He seems to puff up a bit at that, making you giggle. 

“So, uh. Not to be one of those people that has to have the talk after sex, but we did some things and said some things that made me need to have something made clear. So, we’re like...a thing?” 

He rolls his eyes at you and hugs you closer. 

“Ahhh, I must have something wrong with me if I fell in love with such an idiot,” he says with a dramatic air and amused grin. 

Your eyes widen in surprise. “You what now?” 

“I’m in love with you. And I want to be whatever you’ll let me be.” 

“So this wasn’t just you being desperate?” 

He sighs and explains. “No. Heats make me horny as hell. They don’t suddenly make me have thoughts that aren’t my own or desperate enough to hump a couch or whatever. I meant everything.” 

“So you want to...date?”

Yoongi shrugs. “We can start with that. Sure.” 

“Okay. So I can tell Jimin that you’re my boyfriend and get him to stop trying to set me up,” you exclaim excitedly. 

He growls lowly. “If that doesn’t work, tell him I knocked you up.” 

You’d nearly forgotten. “Oh yeah, about that. Were you being...serious?” 

His smirk makes him appear very pleased with himself as he hums what he apparently thinks is a valid answer. 

“And if I am?” You question curiously. Somehow the thought doesn’t frighten you as much as you think it should.  

“We’ll figure it out,” he shrugs. 

“And if I’m not?” 

The grin that he pierces you with is nearly feral. 

“Then we’ll try again.” 

And with that, you felt something twitch inside you and suddenly became aware that he still hadn’t slipped out of you - he was growing larger instead. 

You glance up at him in surprise as he shrugs lazily.  

“I’m in heat.” 

You gulp as he starts to rock gently against you. 

“Hey, Yoongi? How long do heats last, anyway?” 

“Depends. Unassisted, about four days. With you, I might take my time.” 

This was how you were going to die. 

And what a sweet death it was going to be. 

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((I can’t believe I just wrote that. Okay, off to hide my blushes in a pit of shame. I hope you all enjoyed!!))

[seokoloqy]

In Heat | knj (m)

➳ PAIRING: werewolf!namjoon x y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, pwp, a dash of angst at the beginning

➳ WORD COUNT: 4.4k

➳ WARNINGS: oral (f receiving), knotting, slight impreg kink (what kinda werewolf smut would it be without one), rough sex?, dirty talk

➳ SUMMARY: All you really want is a normal relationship. The kind of relationship where he holds you in his arms at the end of the night, but he’s hiding a secret that prevents that.

➳ ALTERNATIVELY: you think he’s cheating but it turns out he’s just a werewolf.

➳ A/N: this is dedicated to all my fellow thirsty werewolf Namjoon enthusiasts who asked for more

—

The topic of ‘mating’ and ‘heats’ was never discussed between the two of you. Frankly, Namjoon wanted to keep you far away from anything to do with werewolves. This dark part of his life, the part of himself that he was ashamed of, often caused a rift between the two of you.

He struggled to keep the truth a secret. Those late nights when he’d come home with his blonde hair disheveled and refusing to touch or even speak to you, made you more and more curious as to what was going on while he was away.

He was never intimate either, only allowing kisses to remain above the shoulder and never straying further past your jawline. His touches were fleeting, timid brushes along clothed skin, lingering, but never brave enough to grab for more.

What was it about you that made him so afraid? Was he with someone else? Was it too painful to love you while being in love with another? Is that why he never wanted to touch you?

You often found yourself wondering that over and over as you lie awake at night staring at the ceiling with him snoozing a safe distance away. You’re not nestled in his comforting arms like normal lovers would, surrounded by his warm embrace.

No, it’s cold on your side of the bed and filled with empty thoughts wondering why he won’t love you the way you want him to—touch you the way you want him to.

It’s Saturday night now, nearly counting down to 10 o’clock. Your head rests on Namjoon’s shoulder, enjoying the rare opportunity to be close to him without his rejection. Relaxing together as a film of his choosing plays on television is also rare. Usually, he’d be out, doing who knows what, until dawn and leave you alone to wallow in your negative thoughts.

His heated hand is idly laying on your thigh, tapping occasionally when he’s lost in thought, brows furrowing as he stares at the screen but not paying attention to what’s happening in the movie.

“What’s the matter, Namjoon?” You ask, observing his twisted expression.

“Nothing,” he brushes off, giving you an assuring smile. “It’s nothing.”

“But-”

“Don’t worry.” Namjoon brushes your cheek, running his thumb along the frown lines forming. His hand is burning to the touch and you snap your head back. As much as you’d like to keep him close to you, you’re more worried about his health.

“You’re burning up. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Fine, I’m fine.” He repeats it as if he’s trying to convince himself more than you. He rubs his eyes, groaning as his palms move against his lids. It sounds like he’s in pain and all you can do is rest your hand on his shoulder.

As he snaps his head back up to look up at you, the sight shocks you.

His pupils are blown up like black saucers, leaving only a hint of the warm brown you’re so used to seeing with a thin ring of gold around the irises. You’ve never seen anything like it before, more curious than terrified of how this anomaly could happen to him.

“Seriously, Joon, you don’t look so good? Should I get you something?”

“No,” he firmly says, grabbing your wrists before you can push yourself off the couch. “All I want is you.”

The hand wrapped around your wrists tugs you into his chest head instantly burying into your neck to get a taste of everything he’s been longing for. He just can’t resist, it hurts too much to say no.

Namjoon’s tongue darts out from his plush lips to lick a long uninterrupted column up your neck and around the shell of your ear. The moan that falls from his lips is the most guttural and sinful thing you’ve ever heard.

It shoots straight to your throbbing core, dampening your panties and forcing you to rub your thighs together to alleviate the ache you feel for him. You’ve wanted him for so long. You’ve wanted to feel his large hands running down your body and to have his mouth leaving hot kisses on your breast.

Despite all the overwhelming lust, the nagging feeling that has accompanied you for so many weeks of his strange disappearances invades your thoughts at this very moment as his hand moves down your arched spine and digs into your ass. It interrupts the sounds of his groans and ramblings of how badly he needs you, how badly he wants to fuck you.

“Namjoon,” you groan, left breathless as he easily lifts you into his lap, forcing you to straddle him. Your aching core presses against his impressively hard cock, brushing against it every time his hips roll into you.

His hand travels between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles into you. The rough fabric of your panties increases your arousal as he vigorously moves his fingers.

You whimper into his ear, wanting to get your words out before his fingers find their way into your pants and you’re pushed past the point of no return, “Fuck, Namjoon, we- we shouldn’t…”

It takes everything in you to say it, hating yourself for taking away what might’ve been your only chance to have him to yourself.

He freezes underneath you, no longer moving his hips or pressing kisses down your throat. His numb fingertips gently ease off the bottom of your thighs, allowing you to climb off and collect yourself.

“I’m sorry.” You both say at the same time.

He looks at you, mortified, frightened of what had taken over him. It shouldn't have happened, he shouldn’t have let it get that far. He thought he could control his heat this time around, but you just render him completely vulnerable to his overwhelming desires.

“Shit, I have to go,” he shakes his head, clearing the thoughts of you from his mind.

“Wh-What? You’re leaving again?” You sound broken, afraid you’ve made a mistake in pushing him away.

“I can’t stay here. It’s better if I just leave.”

“Namjoon…”

He’s out the door before you can say what’s on your mind, leaving you yet again on another lonely night.

But you can’t just let it end there. You want to apologize and tell him why you just couldn’t do it, explain how many nights you spent in bed wondering if he even loved you anymore.

The television continues to play as your footsteps follow Namjoon’s out the door.

—

You get a faint view of Namjoon in the distance, making haste into the woods. You know he loves the outdoors because of the many dates he’d take you on, biking along the river or through wooded trails. He never got tired of breathing in the fresh air or wandering through the most secluded parts of the forest with you.

Namjoon must just be heading there to think but you chase after him. As he pushes aside foliage to venture deeper into the woods you try calling out his name but he gets further away.

When did he get so fast?

You’re practically out of breath once you reach a familiar clearing Namjoon brought you to once for a picnic date. The noise you hear is the wind shuffling fallen leaves scattered across the floor and trees rustling, aside from that it’s the rhythm of your heart trying to steady.

“Namjoon,” you say under a sigh.

He noticeably stiffens at the sound of your voice, hoarsely begging, “Leave, please.”

You stand your ground, determined to make him listen to you, “No, we have to talk.”

Namjoon grows more agitated every second he can still feel your presence lingering a safe distance behind him. Why won’t you listen? You’re just so damn stubborn sometimes. “You don’t understand,” he growls, unable to suppress the wolf in him.

He hates this cursed season, where primal urges rise to the surface and he can hardly contain himself. All of his rational thoughts are blurred with the only clear image being you bent over for him as he fucks you full of his cum till your swollen with his pups.

“And what do I not–” You don’t finish that sentence, unable to even breathe as he turns around to reveal those same golden rimmed glowing eyes and elongated canines. Beneath the moonlight, it’s all you can really make out of his twisted features. “Holy shit.”

“Go!” He barks, throwing his clawed hands out gesturing you to run.

You don’t need to be told twice, spinning around and taking off back home where you’ll be far away from whatever beast he has turned into.

It’s doesn’t take long to get back home, locking the door behind you even though it’s futile. He has a key to the house.

As your chest heaves, mind racing with all types of theories about what you just saw, you throw yourself onto the couch to try and relax. The cushions sink beneath you as you lie there motionless.

The claws, the eyes, and his sharpened teeth. What the hell does this mean? You only hear of these features in myths and fables all describing the big bad wolf. But it isn’t real, it isn’t possible. As your thought spins out of control through the night, you drift off into a restless sleep of werewolves and Namjoon.

—

You wake up to the sound of keys jangling against the door and the lock clicking open. Quickly, you scramble off the couch, ducking behind the back as Namjoon enters disheveled as he usually does when coming home from a long night. The kind of disheveled you had mistaken as a sign of his infidelity but now you’re beginning to see things in a whole new light.

“I know you’re there,” he sighs, kicking off his shoes before making his way to the couch.

You stand up, backing up a safe distance from him with the couch as a barrier. “You’re not entirely human, are you?”

“No, I’m not,” he solemnly responds, unable to meet your gaze. “Please let me explain. I promise I will never hurt you.”

You choose to trust him, after all, he hasn’t hurt you once in the duration of your relationship. Why did the truth suddenly have to change that fact?

Namjoon explains everything to you, starting with the late night disappearances. He says that it’s natural to shift and go for runs with the rest of his pack, a term he said could be explained at a later date. Then he spoke of the lack of intimacy he has towards you and how this time of year the desire to mate is heightened.

“Sex,” he says, pausing for a thought, not really knowing how to continue from there. “It won’t be the same with me.”

“Why not?”

He shifts in his seat uncomfortably, “It’s just… carnal a-and rough. I don’t want to hurt you.”

A blush heats up your cheeks hearing him say that. Carnal and rough, huh? It shouldn’t turn you on but you can’t help feel a slight throbbing in your core from his words. You don’t let him know of your arousal, but he can smell you.

Namjoon can sniff out the sweet scent of your arousal pooling between your legs. It takes everything to restrain himself from diving into your delicious heat.

“I should leave,” his voice is strained. “I shouldn’t be around during heat.”

“N-No,” you dart to grab his hand, feeling him stiffen beneath you. You slowly let go, hoping he won’t be as tense if you’re not touching him. “You don’t have to go. I know you won’t hurt me. It’s okay. I want you here.”

—

It has been a few days since Namjoon revealed the truth to you and your relationship is slowly falling back into place. He’s home more, but still reluctant to touch you and you understand it’s not because he’s cheating this time.

However, the words ‘carnal’ and ‘rough’ always echo in your head every time his hand innocently brushes your leg on the couch or his strong biceps flex underneath a plain t-shirt.

God, you’re so sexually frustrated by the smallest things. When you’re absolutely desperate, you’ll go into the shower and touch yourself while imagining it’s him making you come. You’re so desperate you don’t even try to stifle the moans and whimpers, hoping he’ll just lose it and barge in and fuck you right there.

He acts like he doesn’t hear you either, even though you know his hearing is sharper than the average human.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

You’re snapped out of your vivid daydreams, focusing on the starring character of said dreams in front of you with his laptop scrolling through movie options.

“They added some new ones I think you’ll like. Or we can start a new show together. I was thinking–”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

Namjoon nearly drops his laptop, taken aback by your sudden and blunt question.

“Wh-Why are you asking me this?” He clears his throat, trying to rid the raspiness coming through.

“Because!” You huff, throwing up both hands in exasperation, “You don’t seem to want to. Even when I’m screaming your name in the shower.”

He sets his laptop down on the coffee table, coming to lean over you, forcing your body to sink back into the cushions. You hold your breath as his face comes inches away from yours. His stern expression mixed with the shifted aura surrounding him, from awkward to dominant, you can feel yourself becoming aroused.

The familiar throbbing returns as he runs his fingers through your hair, grabbing the roots to tug your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry lips.

“Of course I want to fuck you,” he growls, “You don’t think I couldn’t hear you calling my name in the shower while you pleasured yourself? Fuck, you drive me crazy.”

“Then why don’t you? I want you, Namjoon.” You shudder, eyes fluttering shut as he kisses along the column of your neck.

“Really? You’re sure?” He pulls back, making sure of your request.

As you stare into his gold-rimmed eyes, you nod, sure of it more than anything in the world. “Yes.”

Namjoon releases your hair to pull off your t-shirt, leaving you in just a bra and panties. You’ve been wearing things that you would hope to get his attention so you stole his t-shirt and wore it around the house, bending over at times to reveal your lacy underwear on purpose in front of him.

He groans seeing your matching black lace set, unable to take his eyes off of your mouth watering body. He doesn’t know what he wants to do next—ravish you or just fuck you until you're completely at his mercy.

“You’re so beautiful and all mine,” he says in awe, falling to his knees before you like a man in prayer, entranced by the black fabric covering your aching core. “I just need a taste.”

Namjoon hooks his hands around the back of your knees and pulls you to the edge of the couch, letting his mouth brush against your bare thigh. His finger slides down the flimsy, thin material blocking him from what he truly desires.

You allow yourself to relax against the cushions, a hand resting on your stomach to calm the storm brewing in your abdomen.

He kisses your thigh, dangerously close to your core, teasing you. He moves slowly until he meets you where you want him most. A puff of air from Namjoon’s mouth being so close to your dripping pussy touches you, the moan that falls from your lips is all it takes to move him into action.

He pulls your thighs apart until he can fit between them and flattens his tongue on your slit, slowly dragging his tongue up to your clit, circling the sensitive bud.

Your jaw slacks, shivering and moaning as he flicks your bud over and over with his tongue. “Oh, god, Namjoon,” you cry, grabbing onto his blonde hair like an anchor as your writhe and to push him further into you. The lewd noises of your wetness and his tongue lapping at your pussy has your chest heaving for air, almost light headed by the amount of pleasure he’s giving you with just his tongue alone.

“So good,” he moans between licks, “So fucking good. All mine.”

You begin to rock your hips into his mouth, unable to help yourself. The knot building in your abdomen strings tighter with each lick and swirl. All the air is knocked out of your lungs once he plunges his tongue into your dripping hole, exploring your clenching walls.

Your back arches off the couch, screaming his name, “N-Namjoon, fuck... I-I’m going to– Oh!”

Namjoon spreads your legs apart further until there’s a burning sensation along the back of your thighs. He delves deeper into your soaking cunt with his tongue, adding a finger to rub your clit.

“Come on my tongue, baby,” he commands in a low growl from the back of his throat.

The stimulation helps you approach your rapid high, jolts of pleasure run through your limbs as you come on his tongue. As white liquid spills from your pussy, Namjoon quickly laps it up, not letting a single drop of you escape him.

He continues to lick despite you having nothing left to offer. He’s not nearly done with you.

“I can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock,” Namjoon groans, licking his lips for any juices he might have missed. “I want you full of my cum.”

Those words alone already have you begging for more, eagerly waiting for him to stuff you with his thick cock, the one you’ve been dreaming about for days now.

Namjoon picks you up, hoisting your legs to wrap around his waist as he walks to the bedroom. You latch your lips onto his neck in the meantime, marking his tanned skin and running your hands over his well toned back as his muscles flex holding up your weight.

Once he enters the bedroom, he lays you down on the mattress, locking you between his legs and unhooking your bra to fling it to the other side of the room. He places kisses down your chest and between the valley of your breasts. His hands reach to cup one in his warm hands as his mouth latches onto your other nipple, swirling it with his tongue and lightly scraping it with his sharp canines but careful enough not to make you bleed.

As you arch your chest into him, he releases you from his mouth with a pop and removing his other hand causing you to whine from the loss. Instead of giving into your cries, he kneels over you on the bed, reaching up to pull his shirt off to reveal more of his tanned skin.

Your eyes scan his exposed chest, already dying to leave marks against his smooth skin. Your hand reaches for his belt, hastily unbuckling it to reveal more parts you’re dying to see.

When you manage to spring his engorged cock springs free it’s like nothing you’ve seen before.

Oh, fuck. How is that supposed to fit?

He must see the worry in your eyes as he shucks off his pants, returning to the role of caring boyfriend and not a hungry wolf.

“You sure you still want this? I'll understand if you–” he rambles.

“S-Shut up, Namjoon. I want you,” your breathless whisper is needy and ready to be ruined by his cock.

That seems to snap him out of the initial state of worry and back to the golden-eyed predator that has clawed its way back out.

“Then get on your stomach, baby.”

Seeing the darkened stare above you filled with nothing but lust and carnal desire has you flipping over in no time, dripping with anticipation as you position yourself ass up and ready to receive him.

“F-Fuck,” you curse, feeling Namjoon’s thick cock press against your ass. Your face falls back into the pillow, muffling all your moans as his large hangs grip your waist to put you in position. Your knees dig into the mattress as he moves your hips higher in the air.

“You think you can take all of me, baby?” Genuine care lacing through his gruff voice, suppressing the part of him that just wants to snap his hips and bury himself into you without warning. He wants to stretch you full of his cock until you’re nothing but a babbling, whimpering mess beneath him.

You crane your head back over your shoulder, meeting his heavy gaze.

You knew what you were getting into when Namjoon said this would be different with him. After he confessed that he was a werewolf a couple days ago, you were stunned and, honestly, a little scared. A werewolf?

But after the constant reassurance that he would never hurt you, you trusted him. The truth didn’t make him any different, he will always be the man you fell in love with.

When the topic of sex came up, he was reluctant to share with you the details, only admitting that it was something more primal than what you’d be used to. You understood, after all, he is a werewolf. But seeing him now, sweat dripping down his temples and pupils blow until all you can see is black pools swimming with desire as he stares down at your bare body bent over for him, you get what he was talking about.

“I trust you, Namjoon.”

That’s all it takes for him to breach your walls, hissing from the tight fit around his cock.

You bury your head into the pillow, crying out as he slowly pushes into you. He’s so big and the stretch burns, but in a good way. The way that makes you shift your hips down to take more of his cock in.

Your eagerness doesn’t help with Namjoon trying to restrain himself from slamming into you. He tries to hold back but once he hears your quiet plea for more he can’t help it anymore, thrusting all the way until your filled to the brim with his cock.

You scream his name, chanting incoherent babble, anything that falls from your tongue. You feel so full, so full. It’s hard to adjust to his enormous size. He’s unlike anyone you’ve ever been with prior, so much more pleasing as well.

Namjoon allows you to take a moment to adjust, waiting for a cue to move. For now he waits an agonizing long breath, as he watches your eyes screw shut with a single tear sliding down your cheek. Seeing that tear only makes him want to pull out of you and hold you safely in his arms.

“Please, move,” you grunt, digging your face back into the pillows and letting your fingers curl around the corners.

As Namjoon slowly moves his hips back, your muffled moan has him thrusting back in quicker than before. It seems as if something snaps inside of him as he fully enters you again and you clench around his length. His pace is animalistic, just as he said it would be, brutally plunging back into your abused cunt over and over as cries and curses escape you.

“You’re so perfect,” he groans not even sounding like himself, just like a wolf in heat. “You’ll look so good filled with my cum and swollen with my pups.”

You moan, too turned on by the wolfish side of him speaking to comprehend what he’s really saying. “Y-Yes, fuck,” you groan, moving your hips back to meet his powerful thrusts in the middle. The sloppy and slick sounds of your sweaty bodies meeting and mixing with both your moans are like a sinful song you both move in sync to.

His hand sneaks between your legs to locate your clit. That mixed with the overwhelming feeling of him hitting you in all the right places and filling you up, gets you to your climax quickly. You come all over his cock, breathlessly moaning his name and completely collapsing into the bed with only his hands on your hips to support you.

You’re spent and absolutely exhausted, unable to move another muscle beneath his rapid thrusts. You feel another orgasm building despite the Earth-shattering one you just received. The sensitivity you feel with each snap of his hips increases until you’re whining for him to slow down, but he doesn’t.

Instead, his pace is quicker, harsher, and only driven by his own need for release. He releases a ragged groan as he approaches his climax, commanding you to do the same, “One more time, one more, baby. Come all over my cock for me like a good girl.”

It doesn’t take more than one final thrust to have you crying out again and spilling all over him.

As you clench around him, you start to feel his cock swelling, stretching you and filling you to the point tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“Ah,” you cry, curling your fingers around the sheets to deal with the burning sting. “W-what the hell?”

It seems like Namjoon is just growing inside of you and he finally comes with a harsh groan, filling you up with his cum, coating your walls white. As if you didn’t already feel full before from the ballooning of his cock, his cum seems never-ending.

It’s hard for you to move because of how much discomfort the swell causes every time you to and shift. Namjoon doesn’t try to move his hips, trying not to cause you any more shooting pain.

“Shit,” he mutters, slowly shifting so he can position you against his chest as he lays down. He pulls your back flush against his sweaty chest, soothing you gently by running his hand over the small bump that has grown where you two meet. “I should have warned you about knotting.”

“Yeah, I think that would’ve been something worth mentioning,” you joke, hissing when you try and move your hips to find a comfortable position.

“Don’t move.”

You try to relax pressed against his bare chest with his arm wrapped securely around you. This is what you’ve been missing. You’re no longer a cold distance apart from one another, instead, you finally have the warm embrace from him you’ve been longing for.

Slowly the knot in you begins to deflate, making it easier for him to slip out. Namjoon makes sure to keep his cum in you though, plugging you up with his fingers and forcing your legs shut.

“You did great,” he whispers in your ear.

“I think we should do this more often,” you nod, giggling as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“How about right now?”

[hoeiplier]

ok real talk??? cha//se would 100% have an creampie/impreg kink, dont @ me!! cha//se would get SUPER dominate when you ask him to cum in you!!!!!!

OWO U RIGHT ANON --mod ghostie

also again, this is female aligned reader, will do a male or any other gender aligned if anyone asks!!

sorry if this isnt good, after not writing properly for a few days, im rusty ;w;

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Your back is cold against the bedroom wall, naked and clinging onto Chase above you. Your hips grinding against his thrusts, his cock hard, throbbing, into your cunt. Teasing the head of your clit as he holds you close. Just as tight as you held him.

“Fuck,” Chase smirks, kissing along your shoulder, his cock sinking back into your warmth, “you had no idea how badly I wanted to rip that dress of yours off all night. Just wanted to keep you all to myself...”

You look over to the trail of clothes you two left behind in your eager aroused states as soon as you got home from your dinner date. A few dirty words muttered here, a few tugs at his button up, and your dress dropping down at your ankles before Chase snapped. Kissing you deeply, gently, working you out of your lace panties with ease. 

“You’re so beautiful, God you’re so fucking perfect...” you remember Chase groaning, his tone much deeper than usual You remember his warm hands wandering from your breasts to your hips, desperation in his eyes..

...Well, you both started at the bed, but moved to the wall for a better position. Chase staring down at your body with an all familiar hungry lust in his eyes. The dim lighting of the bedroom seeming to highlight his very best features to you.

Your mind is soon rocked to the situation at hand. Chase breathing heavily down your neck. His voice just as low as before, “babe, fuck, please tell me you want me. Tell me you want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you, please babe--”

His free hand reaches up, tucking your hair behind your ear. Dim light cascading down your face. Chase’s cock throbbing deep inside you.

“I want you,” you finally mutter, gasping softly as Chase pulls his cock out of your cunt. The same hand from before reaching down, teasing along the sides of your clit. Your slick running down your trembling thighs, pleasure pulsing through you as the head of Chase’s cock stays inside. Whining, wanting to feel his shaft inside you once more, “I fucking need you Chase, I need to feel you close to me, I need to feel you inside me. Fuck, I...I even need you to cum inside me, please--”

A switch turns in Chase. 

His soft baby blues seem to lit with desire. The head of his cock inside you leaks more pre cum than before. His breathing now labored, as if gasping for air.

His accent is thick as he says your name, arousal and dominance dripping in his tone alone.

“You want that?” Chase sinks his cock back in, his fingers like magic on your clit, rubbing small circular motions, making your back arch up once more. Eyes closing shut in pleasure, your hips seeming to move on their own as he goes as deep as he can in you. “do you want me to cum inside you? Is that what my sweetheart wants?”

You nod, begging, his name like a prayer on your lips. His cock pulling back in and out, slow yet deep thrusts. Filling you up in the most perfect way possible.

“Because I can,” Chase groans. Gripping into your hip tightly. His motions on your clit carry more pressure than before. Your cunt gripping at him, pulling him in deeper than before. “I can cum inside your tight pussy. God, I can fill you up nicely with my hot white cum, you’d want that? God, if I don’t pull out this time, I can get you pregnant...”

That single damned word sends your body trembling. Mouth opened, moaning his name. His cock picking up in pace, fucking into you deep and fast. Skin slapping against skin, his own body tight against you, kissing along your neck and jaw.

You grab his hair, your legs tightening their grip around him. 

“I could fill you up, sweetheart. I could get you pregnant tonight...” Chase chuckles, His motions never letting up. Quick. Deep. Hard. Your own orgasm on the brink, whining at how close you are already.

“Chase, fuck...”

“We could be having a baby in a few months if I don’t pull out, sweetheart. God, my thick cock filling your pussy up nicely, feeling you spasm on my cock. Cumming as deep as I can, making sure not a fuckin’ drop leaves you...fuck, is that what you want, sweetheart? Do you want me to cum inside you? Do you wanna have a baby?”

His fingers never let up on your clit. So close...your mind clouded with arousal, lust, with the need to be filled up by Chase and Chase alone.

You nod your head, “please, Chase, do it, please cum--”

Your seems to pull him in, his thrusts as fast as he can go, your grip on him tight, your bodies snug against one another. Your breasts bouncing with each thrust in. Chase’s cock throbbing, pre cum dripping down your quivering cunt. 

“Cum with me, babe,” Chase gasps, “I won’t last, please, cum with me! Now! Please--!”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your body shaking, eyes closing shut as Chase closes the distance between you two, kissing at your lips with the same desperation as before. His groans mixing with your moans as your tongues explore each other’s mouths. Your clit throbbing in Chase’s hold, finally moving away to touch at the outer lips of your cunt. 

Feeling Chase’s cock stiffen, then spurt inside you. Hot thick warmth spreading into you, deep against your cervix. Knowing there’s no going back, knowing he’s getting his fill just as much as you were. That single thought alone making you moan lightly. Feeling his cock continue to throb inside you with each pump of cum. Your inner muscles spasming around him. His cock keeping you wide open, leaving you no more than a satisfied mess as he pulls out halfway. Still massaging your outer lips. 

His grip softening, growling deeply as he pulls back. Muttering your name softly over and over. 

“...I love you, so much...”

You blush, reaching forward for one last kiss before Chase moves his hands from your hips and cunt, to under your ass, carrying you gently over to your shared bed. Pulling out before laying you down. Crawling up behind you, your bodies -- once heated with passion -- now settle together. Completely satisfied.

“I love you too, Chase...”

“...Round two later on?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“...Condom or no condom?”

“...You know what? Let’s just throw away what we have left.” Chase rubs at your belly as you giggle the last word, “I mean, we are trying for a baby, right?”

[oknstark]

Stubborn - Thor x Fem!Reader

Request by anon:  Can I get a breeding/impreg (whichever you prefer), with some jealous/possessive Thor, please? 😇 👀

Warnings: smut, possessive!Thor, breeding kink, dirty shit.

Word count: 2,242

A/N: Yeeez, this was longer than I expected but here we are! Another filthy smut for Thor bc yes. Also Idk if this counts as being possessive or else but I tried, just couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Hope you enjoy dear anon! :) As always, I do not speak english so if you find any mistakes please let me know!

MASTERLIST

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You fell on the ground with a hard strike, a scream left your throat at the sudden pain. You blinked, trying to recover some strenght. Clenching your eyes, you almost sensed the blaze from the horde of fire demons sorrounding you. By mere instinct, you lifted your hands, even though you knew deep inside that it wasn’t going to help at all.

The sound of thunder near you made you crawl back on the ground, and seeing your savior you let a sigh of relieve. Thor looked down at you and quickly made you stand up with his strength, his arm tightly wrapped in your waist.

“You’re so stubborn,” he said to you. His tone seemed angry and deeper than his normal one.

“Let me remind you why we match so much,” you answered, looking back at him with a serious look.

“Hey!” Loki’s voice came from behind. You turned around to meet him, as he throwed your double long spear at you. “We still in the middle of this, you can talk about your marital problems later.”

The blackhaired rapidly joined the battle again with the warrios that had left. Thor gave you one last look before striking the fire demons away. “Don’t do anything that you may regret later.”

“Well, I’m still married at you. I don’t think there is something worst than that!” you said before running to the fight one more time.

***

You were in front of the creature without any weapon, your breathing going quickly; you almost felt your heart wanting to get out of your chest. There were no more fire demons at this point, at least not where you ended up in this part of Muspelheim, but that woman was still there. That horrible, wicked woman. She had you between her and a cliff, threating to burn you alive - or even kill you herself - if you tried to do something.

A twisted smile appeared on her lips. “Look at you. Thinking you can get rid off me so easily.”

“You don’t know what you’re messing up with, Amora.”

“Oh, but you and the royal family do,” she lifted her brows, making more steps to get closer.

You walked back, almost to the edge of the cliff. “Why don’t you give it back? This does not have to end so bad.”

The sorcerer made another step and her hands grabbed your throat, lifting you from the floor so easy. “You just make me sick!” she yelled.

Her grip going hard on you, as she walked to the border. You could feel the heat of the lava on the cave. You closed your eyes roughly, trying to escape with no success. All you could hear was the blaze down, and you knew that Amora would waste no time in doing her task fast. She always wanted you dead.

The cave started to tremble of all sudden and you just nearly gave up. The air was leaving your lungs and you could feel something running through your body, you could swear she was poisoning you with one of her spells. But suddenly a lightning hit her, forcing her to drop you to the floor. You could hear Thor and Loki coming to you, but the poison was already drowning in your blood, leaving you unconscious.

***

You opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling. You felt dizzy at the moment and your head hurted like something was bumping on the back of your head. Whimpering in pain, you rubbed your eyes with your hands, trying to accustom to the little light in the room.

“I see you are up” a soft voice talked. You turned to the owner and saw a healer with a little smile on her face, some steps away from the bed. She started to walking to the small table next to the bed and served you a glass of water for you to drink it after you sat on the mattress. “I will talk to the prince and notify that you already woke up” the woman bowed and left the room.

You stayed there, feeling confused and sick. Meanwhile you waited for the healer to come back again, you tried to built again your memories. The last thing you remembered was being in Muspelheim, trying to stop Amora to destroy the realm, and for consquent make instability to the Nine Realms. Plus it didn’t help at all the fact that she had a infinity stone with her. How she could find it? Nobody knows.

The door opening got you out of your thoughts and you saw Thor entering the room. His steps stopped at the side of the bed and looked at you, but you couldn’t read his gaze. You never did, truly. Otherwise, this time it was... different. His face was covered in scars and you knew that some days had passed since you were in Muspelheim.

“How long have I been out?” you murmured.

“Three days,” his voice came out cold.

You furrowed your brows. “What did happen to me?”

“Amora poisoned you. Loki and the healers were able to look for an antidote.”

“And the stone? You have it?”

Thor nodded. “It’s safe in the Weapon’s Vault.”

You nodded in answer and kept silence. It was something bad with him in the very moment, but you couldn’t be able to say why or what was wrong. He seemed tired and you knew he would be angry at you. Sighing, you took the blanket off your body stood up with some difficulty, but you managed to do so.

You started to walk, wanting to reach your chambers, but his hand grabbed your arm and stopped you. “You are still weak” he said. “Stay here as long as you can, so the healers can come and watch over you.”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“No, you risked your duty. You’re not fine,” he settled. His eyes meeting yours.

“We have the stone and I assume Amora is about to pay for her crimes. Of course it’s fine, you will not worry about something else threatening us for a long time” you answered.

“It’s not just about her, I’m talking about you” Thor remarked, still not letting you go. “You almost got killed.”

“But I’m fine!” you yelled, getting upset. “Now, let me-”

“You are not!” he shouted, his grip tightening around you. 

“We survived!” Thor clenched his jaw. “We survived, okay?” you repeated, your eyes throwing anger at him. “And everything is fine!”

***

You sighed, watching your reflection in the mirror. The night gown you used had no sleeves and it made you to trace these new marks on your shoulders and neck. Amora made them with her spell, Thor told you. She poisoned you with a strange substance, and as Loki had informed you, you had to die.

Though, he managed to take it out from you - at least most of it. Your body still had some effects from the spell, but Loki assured you that you were going to recover as time would pass. You traced the marks with your fingertips, almost shaking at the thought of what would've happen to you if this thing got completely in your organism.

A little surprised, you saw Thor coming from behind to you in a slow pace. His eyes always told you nothing, and since you woke up the day before, you both weren't able to talk propperly about the matter. He was serious and you weren't that much of a speaker. You both were forced to make a bond getting married, but lately you didn't feel like he was doing a good job on making things work.

"I'm sorry... I guess," you whispered, avoiding his gaze.

He didn't give an answer, but got closer. His body touching your back as his hand touched your shoulder in a gently way, caressing your scars. He leaned slowly and kissed your neck, making you shiver. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the moment. It wasn't very often you both were this intimate, mainly for your lack of actual love for each other. Though, inside you grew this feeling for him on the past weeks. His lips moved on your skin, sucking and biting gently, like he was tasting you.

"You're so stubborn" he whispered through your ear, sending chills on your body. "You never learn" his other hand grabbed your waist to have your back against him. You held a moan when you felt him getting hard behind you.

The hand on your hip made its way between your legs and Thor lifted up your gown, just to set aside your panties as much as he could. His fingers moved to your already wet entrance and rubbed your clit slowly. You let out a sob at the sensation and opened your eyes, you saw his own, dark and full of lust gaze through the mirror. His other hand touched your neck with some pressure, as he enjoyed how you were squirming under his touch.

A small whimper fell out from your lips when his finger entered you, moving in and out on you slowly. It was killing you. You needed him so bad, and Thor knew it.

"Oh, norns," you moaned, moving your hips to encourage the god to keep going.

"Eager are we?" Thor mocked, his hand around your neck whitout hurting you. His blue eyes locked with yours trough the mirror.

"Just a little," you said. He then added another finger, trusting a little faster.

If it was something in which you and Thor were compatible it was sex. Of course, you had your fights very often, but sex was great. He knew how to punish you when you did something wrong, or something he doesn't likes; and you knew how to tease him in the worst manner, until he was begging for you to let him cum. It seems that this time, it was his turn to take revenge from your last encounter.

Thor then pulled out his fingers from you, gaining a dissatisfied moan. He just took you in his arms and let you down on the bed. You helped him to get off his clothes and cape, until you both were naked. On top of you, he kissed your neck roughly, feeling his beard scratching your skin, while your hands wandered over his chest to his lenght.

You caressed his hard dick, and he groaned biting your sweet spot. You rubbed his lenght, going up and down slowly, torturing him. Thor's fingers went to your folds one more time, and you kissed him hard on the lips, taking your time to pleassure each other.

"I was so worried about you on that field," he whispered, breaking the kiss, and positioning himself at your entrance. Your foreheads touching. "You are mine, and no one else can take me from you."

He slammed into you in a swift thrust, not letting you to adjust. It burnt, but it felt so good. You moaned and you held on his strong arms, your nails leaving marks on his skin.

"Do you understand?" Thor asked darkly. His eyes fixated on yours. He thrusted one more time when you didn't respond. "Understand?"

"Oh, yes! I understand!" you moaned. “Just move, please!"

Thor then just thrusted at a face pace without answer. He literally pounded you into the matress, and you were a mess. Moans and groans mixed, with the sound of your skin on the room. His big hands spreading your legs wider to keep his movements.

Your hands held tight his neck and his arm, your eyes closed and your lips open while you moaned was the most beautiful sight for the prince. Thor always loved to see you like this, mercyless under his body, knowing he was the only one to make you feel this way. Rapidly you forget how to be the brave and cold warrior from the field, just to submit to him and your desire.

"Oh, my," you moaned when his lenght touch your sweet spot. Your eyes opened, and were about to close once again.

"No, you will look at me," Thor commanded. "You will look at me when I come inside you."

Your eyes stayed open, and you bit your lip. Thor loved to come on your cunt.

"I'm so close," you whispered on his lips. His pace never ceased.

Thor was close too, and when he felt it coming, his fingers rubbed your clit. He came undone over you, still fucking you on the bed. Your walls clenched around him, and you let out the loudest moan ever as you reached your orgasm a couple of moments later. He groaned, emptying him seed inside you, making sure you got everything from him.

One, two thrusts more and he stopped. Your foreheads touched, feeling each others breath and a layer of sweat ran on your bodies. Thor then pulled out from you, watching his cum leaking on your thighs.

You sat down on the matress, and took the rest of his seed with your fingers, licking them while you locked your eyes on Thor's gaze. Thor gave you a steamy kiss, holding on to you.

"You were a fool on the field, do not do that again," he said.

"Well, if you are going to punish me for it, I think I can do it more often," you smirked.