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[runariya]

Third Time's A Curse (JJK)

summary: Caught in Jungkook's dangerous game, you can't seem to escape from. diced prompt: "The first time it was an annoyance, the second time it was aggravating. After the third time, it was just bad luck in general." pairing: mafia!Jungkook x mafia!female reader genre: mafia!AU, S2L?, angst, yandere-ish rating: 16+ warnings: foul language, stalker-ish behaviour, mafia-stuff (non descriptive), threats, obsession, pls lmk if I forgot smth word count: ~ 2.4k

a/n: part of the "dice with destiny" project by @thebtswritersclub and @creativepromptsforwriting

a/n 2: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

The first time it was an annoyance, the second time it was aggravating. After the third time, it was just bad luck in general.

You don’t usually tempt fate. You know better. You’ve always known better, especially given the world you’ve found yourself in—a world where everything has a price, and the stakes are higher than you ever could have imagined. But even you couldn’t have predicted that Jeon Jungkook, of all people, would be the one to push you towards the edge, three times in a row.

The first time was an annoying accident. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

You had been at the warehouse, late at night, running an errand you shouldn’t have been running. A simple exchange, nothing more. Just like the dozens of other times you’d slipped through the shadows and done what needed to be done. But that night, something was off. You felt it the second you stepped inside. The air was too still, too thick with something unspoken. 

You turned a corner into the main storage room, and there he was—Jungkook, leaning against a stack of crates with his hands shoved into his pockets, his head tilted slightly, hair falling effortlessly into his eyes, as he stared at you. He wasn’t supposed to be there. In fact, you had gone out of your way to make sure you wouldn’t cross paths with him again. Jungkook was too tied up in things you didn’t want to get involved in. Dangerous things. The kind of things where whispered threats carried the weight of death, and power was taken with blood-stained hands. Things built on fear, control, and an unspoken code of violence that made walking away impossible.

“Wrong place, wrong time?” he asked, his voice low, edged with a dangerous kind of humour.

You wanted to turn around and leave right then. But you didn’t. You stood your ground, straightened your back, and met his gaze head-on.

“Maybe for you,” you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady despite your nerves flaring. “I’m just passing through.”

He laughed at that, a short, quiet laugh that crawled at you like thousand insects. He didn’t say anything else, just watched you with those dark eyes that always seemed to see too much, like he knew exactly why you were there, even if you hadn’t said a word. You left quickly, barely able to shake off the way his presence seemed to cling to you long after you’d walked away.

That was supposed to be the end of it. Just a minor annoyance. A one-time encounter.

But you were wrong.

The second time you see Jungkook, it’s more than just an inconvenience. It’s aggravating—dangerously so. It’s not an accident this time. You’re certain of that.

You’re walking down an alleyway, late at night. You know this alley—its twists and turns, the way the shadows shift with the glow of the dim streetlights. It’s always been a quiet, easy route for you to take when you need to slip out of sight. But tonight, the alley isn’t empty.

You spot him halfway down, standing with his back to you, speaking in hushed tones with another man whose face you can’t quite make out. There’s something about the way Jungkook holds himself, something tense and coiled, like a spring waiting to snap any minute. You feel it before you hear it—the undercurrent of malice that always seems to follow him.

You try to turn back, to slip away before they notice you, but it’s too late. Jungkook’s head turns slightly, just enough for his eyes to catch yours. There’s no surprise in his expression, no shock at seeing you here again. Instead, he looks amused. Almost as if he’d been expecting you.

“What’s this?” he calls out, his voice cutting through the stillness. “You following me now?”

You grit your teeth, taking a few careful steps back, but it’s no use. Jungkook waves off the man he was speaking to, and in a matter of seconds, he’s standing in front of you, blocking your path with that infuriating smirk plastered across his face.

“I’m not following you,” you say sharply, keeping your tone level, knowing better than to overstepping your confidence when it comes to him. “Just trying to avoid trouble.”

“Is that so?” He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Seems like trouble has a way of finding you, doesn’t it?”

You can feel your patience slipping, frustration bubbling up inside you. You didn’t ask for this, didn’t ask for him to be a part of your life, and yet here he is again, standing too close, making you feel things you’d rather not feel for someone of his calibre. 

“Maybe,” you say, your voice cold. “But you’re the last kind of trouble I need.”

Jungkook watches you for a moment, his gaze steady, unwavering as if calculating his next words. And then, just when you think he’s going to say something else—something that will push you even further past your breaking point—he steps back. He smiles, but it’s not a smile of amusement anymore. It’s something darker, something more sinister.

“See you around,” he quips, his voice soft but laced with an edge you can’t quite place and don’t dare to. 

And with that, he turns and walks away, disappearing into the night as if he was never there to begin with.

You’re left standing in the alley, your heart pounding out of your throat as white noise clogs your ears, a mixture of anger and something you can’t quite name swirling in the pit of your stomach making you feel sick. You want to scream. You want to curse him for dragging you into whatever twisted game he’s playing. But most of all, you want to pretend that he doesn’t get under your skin the way he does.

You tell yourself it won’t happen again. You simply won’t let it.

But, of course, it does. 

The third time, it’s more than just bad luck. It’s something worse. Something that feels like fate has it out for you. Like you’ve been caught in a trap you can’t escape from.

You’re at a meeting this time, deep in the heart of the city, in a dimly lit room filled with smoke and tension. The kind of meeting where no one speaks too loudly, where everyone watches each other carefully, trying to decipher who might have the upper hand, the better set of cards or just a blind spot. You’re there for a simple exchange of information—nothing more, nothing less. But the second you step inside, you feel it again. That familiar prickle on the back of your neck. The sense that something isn’t right.

And then you see him.

Jungkook is standing on the other side of the room, talking to one of the men you’ve been dealing with for weeks now. His posture is relaxed, almost casual, but there’s something in his eyes—something sharp and menacing. You want to turn around and leave, say fuck it all, but before you can, he spots you. And this time, there’s no smirk. No amusement. Just a steady, unwavering gaze that makes you want to puke or vanish into thin air. 

The reality of it all sinks in, you can’t avoid him. Not here. Not now. So, you take a deep breath, steel yourself, and approach as confident and unbothered you can. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just watches you as you make your way across the room. When you finally reach him, the tension hisses between you, heavy like the lingering haze of smoke that clings to every breath you take. 

“You’re everywhere these days,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, trying to ignore the way your heart races in your chest.

“So are you,” he replies, his tone soft but laced with something ominous. “Funny how that works.”

You clench your jaw, refusing to let him get under your skin again. But it’s hard. It’s so damn hard. There’s something about Jungkook—something about the way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he looks at you—that makes it impossible to stay detached. And it terrifies you. Because you know that being involved with him, being anywhere near him, is more dangerous than you’re willing to be.

“I’m not playing whatever game this is,” you say as bored as possible, your voice low to not draw attention. “So, if you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, leave me the hell alone.”

For a moment, Jungkook doesn’t respond. He just looks at you, his gaze piercing, his expression unreadable. And then, slowly, he steps closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur that only you can hear.

“You’re already playing,” Jungkook murmurs, his voice a low, velvet whisper that wraps around you like a silken noose. “Whether you like it or not.”

The words creep under your skin, sending an icy shiver down your body as if miles under water. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure, to keep your footing in the face of the hurricane that is him. But it’s impossible to ignore the way his presence pulls at you, makes the ground beneath your feet feel unsteady, like you’re caught in the middle of something dark and twisted—and yet, part of you doesn’t want to escape.

You tell yourself to walk away, to end this dangerous dance once and for all, that it’s not worth it. But before you can move, his hand brushes against yours, a touch so fleeting, so delicate, it feels like a whisper of a promise you longed for. Yet it burns into you, searing itself into your skin, into your mind. You almost miss it. Almost. But your body betrays you; every nerve is suddenly on edge, electric, alive in a way you can’t ignore.

“You’ve got a target on your back,” he says softly, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “And you don’t even know it.”

Your airways constrict violently, your pulse hammering in your throat as your heart betrays the lie you’re trying to tell yourself—that you can handle this, that you can handle him. “What are you talking about?” you manage to choke out, your voice barely audible, shaky.

Jungkook’s eyes darken as he glances around the room, his expression hardening into something lethal, something that terrifies and thrills you all at once. There’s no smirk now, no playfulness. Only the sharp, cold edge of reality that you’ve been too blind—or too foolish—to see.

“There are people watching you,” he muses, his voice dropping lower, each word dripping with intensity, with something that feels far too close to possessiveness. “People who think you know too much. People who would love nothing more than to kill you.” He pauses, his gaze flicking back to yours, and you see something shift in his eyes—something twisted, something that blurs the line between warning and a disturbing form of protectiveness. “And they won’t hesitate to take you out if you get in their way.”

The weight of his words presses down on you, your mind spinning until you can’t see straight, trying to grasp the reality of what he’s saying. You’ve always known that stepping into this world came with risks, but this feels different. This feels too close. Too intimate. Too personal.

“Why are you telling me this?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. The question slips out before you can stop it, and the vulnerability in your tone is unmistakable. You hate it. But at the same time, you can’t tear your eyes away from him, can’t ignore the strange pull between you, like you’re two opposing forces caught in the same orbit, destined to collide.

Jungkook holds your gaze for a long moment, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to decide whether to reveal something deeper, something he’s kept hidden behind those carefully crafted walls. And for the first time, you see it—something raw and unguarded lurking beneath his hardened exterior. Concern? No, not concern exactly. It’s something more stronger than that. Something like obsession.

“Because,” he finally says, his voice softening, losing some of its edge. He steps closer, so close now that you can feel the heat radiating off him, his presence overwhelming, intoxicating. “You don’t deserve to go down like that.” His hand lingers near yours again, his touch featherlight but deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey. “Not like this.”

You think your heart stops as your lungs don’t know how to function properly, don’t know what to say. Don’t know what to think. All you know is that in this moment, standing here in this suffocating room, with Jungkook’s eyes burning into you and his words curling around your mind like smoke, something shifts inside you. Something changes. It’s as if the game you’ve been trying so desperately to avoid has finally caught you, and you don’t even know if you want to escape anymore.

Because as dangerous as Jungkook is, as unpredictable and chaotic as he makes your world, there’s something else, too. Something magnetic. The way he looks at you—like he’s trying to unravel you, piece by piece. Why he chose you, you can't seem to fathom. But you're sure it's not just bad luck in general, and that you're not just another pawn in his game, but something more. Something that belongs to him, whether you like it or not.

And deep down, despite all the warning signs flashing in your mind, despite the voice screaming at you to run, you can’t help but wonder if you’re already too far gone. If this isn’t just some cruel twist of fate. If it’s something that always was meant to be. Something inevitable.

Because the first time, it was an annoyance. The second time, it was aggravating.

But now? Now it feels like you’ve crossed a line you can never uncross. A line that binds you to him, to this twisted game, in ways you never wanted but can’t seem to resist.

And as you stand there, caught in Jungkook’s orbit, you know one thing for certain: whatever this is between you—it isn’t over. And you’re not sure if you even want to fight this curse anymore.

a/n 3: pls lmk your thoughts in any way you like 💕

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•Genre: strangers to lovers, one-night stand, hook-up, club au, smut

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damsel in shining armor | j.jk. | drabble

Earth has completed a little over a revolution around the sun since Jeon Jungkook was brought onboard as the company's CEO, but what does that change? Not a thing! You're still his babysitter, he's still an uncontrollably chaotic toddler, you still hate yourself for finding him hot, and he still needs you to save him from a crisis. Life is still so freaking unfair.

pairing: jungkook x reader rating: pg-15 genre: humor | chaebol!au | enemies in denial!au warnings: swearing + mentioned alcohol consumption + mentioned recreational drug use + mentions of sex word count: 4.8 k note: yes, it’s a nearly-5k-word drabble. no, i don’t wanna hear it. 

so, a jk fic after six months! hehe, here’s the sequel that i wanted to write as much as knight in distress readers wanted me to - eight months after that drabble. smh. also, lmao, i plotted this before i was aware of bts’ vegas concerts, so that’s just a happy coincidence. this can still be read as a standalone, but reading the origin story will def help understanding the characters better! hope y’all like it~ 💜

dedicated ⇝ to @ressjeon​​​​ & @erotikkook​​​​ - two of my most chaotic but most precious besties, almost birthday twins who put the fool in 1st of april’s april fool’s day, and both whom i love so so immensely! <3 wish the two of you a very, very happy birthday, babies! 😌❤

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It has been a year since Jeon Jungkook got appointed as the CEO and you got the loathsome task to be his 'mentor." And it has been a little over two weeks since you were promoted to President. You thought things would get better, if not with time then at least with your promotion.

You thought that. You really did. 

What is wrong with you?!

How can you be so unbelievably naïve, stupidly optimistic and dumb? You sealed your fate to a lifetime of eventual slavery when you decided to work for Chairman Jeon’s company, why do you keep hoping otherwise? You never should’ve listened to your father and sat for that interview five years ago, because him being friends with Chairman Jeon has never ever helped you in any way. But has it added onto your misery? Oh, yes, it has. Immensely.

In fact, Jungkook’s father owning this company might be the only factor that has caused any disruption in your life. You love your job – you just wish it didn’t matter that you despise the owner’s son. But it does, because your family ties keep making everyone expect the two of you to get along well. Hence, the mentoring duties.

“Thank fuck they never thought to make us date each—” You cut yourself off with wide eyes, mouth gaping in horror. Why would you say that out loud? “What if I curse myself? Eurgh!”

You’ll rinse your mouth with mouthwash later, just in case. Right now, you release a miserable sigh and you look at your phone screen again. 

I have checked everywhere, President ma'am. The guards say he never entered the hotel. What do I do now? I'm so sorry I wasn't alert at the airport, President ma'am! :(

You pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes, counting to five in your head to calm yourself down. “How does this keep happening literally every other Thursday?”

Jungkook has hired nine different secretaries in the year he has served in his new position, looking for someone better and more competent when the previous person messes something up. And then the new person messes something else up, and the cycle repeats. None of them know how to do their damn job, which is apparent because somehow, you always end up getting assigned the task of looking for him when the honorable CEO goes missing. Which he does at least thrice a month.

Maybe you should quit and rejoin the company as Jungkook's secretary. That way, you'd at least be able to prevent him from going missing, unlike these bunch of useless idiots who keep failing one after another.

↳ You go back to your room. I'll look around.

You respond to his secretary with an annoyed grunt, scratching your head to think of where he could be. And also curse your decision of making this trip by his side, without any other board members. If you had Director Min with you, you would have confidently decided to lead the meeting tomorrow with his assistance, and honestly not cared where Jeon was tonight. But because it is just you and him and the company you are meeting with is a big deal who you have to see with him, you're gonna have to find the CEO before tomorrow morning.

Ugh.

“Where are you, you shithead,” you mumble, dialing his number for the fiftieth time.

Your eyes catch the city lights sparkling outside your hotel room's window, and you sigh. You are in Las Vegas, the sin city  where no one blames no one for nothing. And hence, the possibilities of what all a wild Jungkook can get up to are endless. So it is with extreme difficulty that you are holding onto hope and keeping yourself from spiraling into assuming the worst.

But when the ringing ends with no answer from his end, yet again, you release a frustrated groan and your control on your thoughts slips. They instantly spiral.

What if he went to some pub, got wasted, found some girl and got married? People tend to do that in Vegas! But no – if Jungkook was getting married, he'd definitely call you over to officiate. Dick.

What if he, instead, got into a bar brawl and killed someone? And is now in a holding cell somewhere? Then again – the police station would ask him to call someone and he would definitely scream your name. Asshole.

What if he was kidnapped? No, he'd ask the kidnappers to call you. Got into an accident? He'd ask the hospital to call you. Oh, oh – what if he was mugged and doesn't even have his phone with him?

That gives you a pause. But then you shake your head.

He'd probably tie a note to a pigeon's leg and send it your way.

There's no fucking way Jeon Jungkook won't yell for your help if he faces a crisis. Which means, he isn't facing one currently, and all your worries have been in vain.

You tell yourself that and exhale in relief, deciding to let the idiot be, and toss your phone on your hotel bed. If he needs you, he'll tell you. It's none of your business if he doesn't need your help. 

Unzipping your suitcase, you extract your oversized t-shirt that falls to your knees, and slipping out of all your clothes, quickly don it. It is already past ten at night and your meeting will begin by nine in the morning and run for at least four hours. You will have to battle jet lag and keep your shithead CEO in check for its duration, which is why you should try to get as much sleep as you can.

With that thought, you slip under the sheets.

Everything falls quiet.

The bed is warm, the room is cold – it's all so cosy.

Wow, the mattress is soft too.

Your breathing is… evening out. 

Soft… quiet… peacefu—

"Yooo! I'll tell you what I want – what I really, really want! So tell me what you want – what you really, really want! I'll tell you what I want – what I—"

You spring up in bed, heart beating in your throat at the blaring of your phone.

"Jeon, you fucking dick!"

You have absolutely no idea when the hell he changed the ringing tone on your phone to Spice Girls' Wannabe, but you are a hundred freaking percent sure it's him that did it. Blindly reaching for the screaming device, you glare at the shirtless selfie of him that occupies your screen, which was, yes, put there by him as well.

With a furious flick over the receiving choice, you greet him with a yell of, "You're a dead man, Jeon!"

"Wh—hey, how did you know?"

You have to blink a couple of times and frown in concentration to hear him over the gut roiling music overpowering his voice. Shit, he is at a club. 

Wait… what did he say?

"What does that mean?" you bark again, already getting out of bed.

"I – I mean I'm at the Cordova Club and—Minnie, no, that tickles, ahahaha! Prez! Help me!"

You wince with a scowl, eyes shutting in defeat. "Sir," you try to address him properly. "What is going on?"

"Five girls have grabbed me! They're—Jiah! Fuck, that feels good… Do it again, yeah…"

"Mister Jeon," you grit out, nails digging into your fists and nearly drawing blood, "are you in the middle of an orgy?"

"What? No—shit, no! I – hey, get away from me, you girls! No, Prez! I am a teeny bit tipsy, and there's these four? No, five – I forgot Jiah cause she's behind me, hehe, they're tryna drag me back to their hotel room… Help me, Prez!"

Drag him…? What? 

Alarmed at the news, scared about what would become of your meeting tomorrow, and just a little bit concerned for his modesty if the girls are successful, you shake your head.

"Where are your bodyguards?" you ask him uselessly because he's already gone back to moaning.

He sounds kinda hot, though…

What? Gross!

You disconnect the call, asking your brain, which is obviously a terrible judge of character, to shut up, and quickly dial up Jungkook's secretary's number. Racing across your room, you throw your coat atop your t-shirt and slide into your boots from earlier. And then you dash out of the room, phone in one hand, some cash and your trusted pepper spray in the other.

"President ma'am?" His secretary doesn't sound like she was asleep and you seek solace in the fact.

"I found Jungkook. Where are his bodyguards?"

"Ma'am they're…"

You groan. "Where?"

"They – they're waiting for him outside the airport, ma'am!"

Shit. "Ask them to take a cab to Cordova Club!"

"Is that where he is? Should I get there too, ma'am?"

You think about it for three milliseconds and shake your head. "Nothing for you to do there, Haeri. You prepare everything for tomorrow and then try to sleep."

"Thank you, President ma'am. I will."

Rushing out through the gates of the hotel, you only stop when both your palms meet the bonnet of a parked taxi. The driver's awake, luckily, a young and kinda handsome looking guy with a broad face, golden hair and thick, brown eyebrows. 

You run to the side of the car, getting in as you yell, "Cordova Club!" at the driver. "Now!"

The car gives a kick and then speeds off.

You heave out a tired breath and rest your head against the back of the seat. 

Jungkook and his obsession with having multiple girls be on him at all times. One of these days, someone will cut his dick off and walk away.

You can very clearly recall that day, almost a year ago, when you found him in the company's pool with a bunch of girls attached to his half naked self – ones that disappeared into thin air the moment Jungkook slipped in water and couldn't get back up. You had gone out to look for him because he had gone missing when his father summoned him, but ended up saving him from drowning in the damn pool on the roof of his own father's company. And then he had—

You stop your chain of thoughts with a grunt.

Ugh, why did you think of that incident?

Now your face is all hot and nipples are beginning to stiffen at the recollection. You absolutely hate how attracted your body feels towards his.

But your mind still keeps racing back in time, repainting the picture of his sexy self as he stood crowding you against a corner of the elevator…

Your back was flat against the elevator wall as he walked into the little space.

You looked at him, wide-eyed.

He had thrown his black suit jacket over his half naked self, and somehow that wide strip of muscled body peeking from between the lapels made him look just as sexy as he did without a shirt. His hair hung over his forehead, wet strands framing face sinfully.

His lips were twisted in a cocky smile and eyes were hooded.

"I believe you were supposed to escort me, ma'am," he murmured, crowding you into a corner, and you froze in place. “Gonna take me there, now?”

His eyelids lowered.

You gulped.

“Or should I take you?”

Your body shuddered in response to the double entendre his words held. You licked your lips that were drying despite how wet your entire self was by the dip you just had.

Jungkook sidled nearer, now standing so close you could feel his breath on your collarbones and smell his intoxicating cologne that hours in the pool somehow hadn't washed off.

“Wha… sir, I think—”

He cut you off with a sudden groan, shutting his eyes and rolling his head back on his neck. The dewy, olive skin of his throat, inches from your face, had your mouth running dry for no goddamn reason.  

“Mm hm, say it again.”

Your heartbeat was in your mouth – among other places – and even though every logic and reasoning in the world should have told you to push him away, something kept stopping you. The very same something that you didn't wanna face. Or acknowledge the existence of.

So you tried to inhale as subtly as you could without filling your lungs with his regrettably addicted scent, and focused your eyes on the side wall of the elevator. "Jeon, this is not appropri—"

"Oh, isn't it?" The amusement in his voice summoned your confused gaze back at him. His lips were quirked up in a smirk and eyes danced with mirth. "Don't think I didn't notice how you've been eyeing me like I'm your favorite snack, sweetheart."

Body freezing at his words, your eyes widened. Had you been doing that? You really fucking hoped not because you could imagine nothing more embarrasing.

"And now when I'm offering you a bite, you are trying to refuse?"

Jungkook's lips formed a pout, but his body, somehow, moved even closer to you.

"Jeon… I…" 

You were at a loss when his gorgeous, sculpted face loomed so close over yours. The man was handsome and you were really attracted to him. There was no other way to put it, no matter how embarrassed the fact made you.

"Can we go back to sir?" he suddenly murmured, lips dangerously close to yours and eyes slanted to sharp ferocity. "Kinda like how that rolls off your tongue."

Holy fucking shit. When had he become so fucking lethal?  You tilted your head back against the steel walls in an attempt to distance yourself. 

Your eyes ran to the upper corners of the elevator. "There's—there's a camera in here, Jeon. Please don't be a fucking creep and—"

"Ah, the camera! It's above your head so it might not even capture a thing." He looked so delighted, it made you wanna knock him down. "So, we're finally done denying, then? Wanna move this to some place… without the cameras? Are we there? Finally?"

Even as your jaw dropped at his audacity, you couldn't deny the heat that licked at your insides at the uninvited imagery he painted. But then he shattered it with a cockily raised eyebrow and:

"Although I doubt it'd matter. My dad kinda owns this building, did you forget?"

You slumped in your place, kicked out of your momentary haze of – well. Haze of what, exactly? Utter insanity? Brainlessness? Dumb, horny delusion? 

Yeah, all of the above. 

This was Jeon Jungkook. The same Jeon Jungkook who'd been the bane of your existence since you were six years old.

How the heck could you even think of giving into his lizard-like ways?

"Thank you," you sighed, shaking your head and shutting your eyes.

"Thank—what?"

Your eyes jumped open to fix an icy glare at him. "Thank you for reminding me of exactly who I was talking to, you asshole."

"What?" He gasped in blatant outrage and offense, but you really couldn't be bothered to give two shits. "H–hey, I don't think you can call me tha—"

"I can call you whatever the fuck I want, Jeon." 

You gave another sigh and, planting both your palms over his damp, warm, very muscular chest—and resolutely ignoring the thrill it sent through your nerve endings—you pushed him to the opposite end of the tiny metal box you were in. Just to your luck, the elevator dinged, announcing its arrival on the tenth floor.

"Ooh, that's me!" you happily chirped, skipping out through the doors on your floor.

Then you immediately twisted with a raised palm, expertly catching Jungkook's face in it when he tried to rush out after you.

"Nope. You go on to meet your dad. I'll join you in ten." You pushed him back into the elevator, smirking at his rounded eyes and rounder lips. "And make sure to change out of those shorts – Chairman Jeon might think you peed your pants."

When Jungkook yelped and tried to cover his lower half up with an indignant frown, you gave a billowing laugh.

"Good luck," you called out as the elevator doors closed again, "sir."

Your lips spread into a grin just as your cab comes to a stop. 

Damn, that was one hell of a burn you gave the man. He didn't talk to you for a straight week after that. It was heavenly.

With a groan, you get out of the car and quickly pay the guy. He flashes you an indulgent smile and you briefly think you'd have slipped his handsome ass your number if your CEO didn't have you stuck on freaking crisis management duties.

The humongous building next to you reads out Cordova Club & Casper Casino in neon letters.

"You better not be having sex in there or I'll really fucking quit," you grumble to yourself and extract your ID to flash it to the bouncer at the gate.

Inside, the place is buzzing with music the way you expected it to. You immediately set out to scan the booths that line the club's walls, well familiar with Jungkook’s tendencies to be able to guess the kind of place he would choose to make his throne. You try his number as well, but you can barely hear the dialing tone over the loud ass music in the club so you have absolutely no hopes of him hearing his phone ringing,

So you walk.

And you walk for more than twenty minutes inside a club that stinks of boozy breaths and three days old sweat.

“Should’ve fucking resigned when they offered me the promotion,” you grumble to yourself as you pinch your nose, nearly stumbling on your feet to escape the crowd of dancing people and make it to the other side of the club.

The only place left to look. You are in the process of deciding that you’re gonna ask Yoongi to get on the earliest flight he can find and join you for the meeting if you don’t find your raucous CEO in the next five minutes – when you spot him.

Your mouth parts and eyebrows raise up at the sight awaiting you.

Jeon Jungkook is hanging halfway off a wall-mounted sofa, alone in a booth, in just his boxers. His bare chest is visibly littered with lipstick stains, and from what you can see, his carry-on that he was absconding with is nowhere near him.

Did this idiot get mugged by the girls he was having an orgy with?

Your lips twitch and chest swells up with laughter – until you can’t control it and it escapes you in loud bursts. Doubling over, you laugh so loud your eyes water and your entire body shakes. Damn, you have to get a picture of this.

But as you straighten up and move to draw up the camera app on your phone, you find Jungkook’s eyes now blearily open. And looking right at you.

You know you should feel at least a little bit concerned about the guy’s well being, but you cannot get yourself to stop barking out more peals of laughter at the sight of his disheveled self. The only thing that is able to curb your amusement enough for you to think responsibly is your recollection of the fact that this guy, in front of you, is to lead a meeting tomorrow. 

With a sigh, you walk up to Jungkook and kneel next to his dazed form. “Good evening, sir,” you sarcastically murmur, tugging at his eyelids to check the amount of dilation his pupils have gone through. 

It’s a lot. 

His irises are barely visible as thin rings of brown. You turn to look at the booth's table, grimacing at the traces of white powder scattered all over the surface.

"Wow, you've partied hard," you hum, looking at Jungkook as he tries to squint at you to catch a better look. "Hi!" You wave your hand next to your face, as if talking to a child. "Recognize me?"

His eyelids flutter so blankly, you give another sigh. This is gonna be a difficult night.

“You do know you've got a meeting to lead," you inform the delirious looking guy, pausing to check your phone for the time, "in less than ten hours from now, right? How the fuck are you gonna sober up, sir?"

Helping him sit up, you pick a glass of water from the collection of half-filled glasses on the giant table – the only kind of liquid on there that looks untouched; unsurprisingly – and splash it across Jungkook's face.

"Wha—" He gasps in a sudden, wheezing breath, eyes jumping wide and limbs rushing into jittery motions.

"There, there." You pat the guy's shoulder, locating another glass of water and presenting it to him. "Can you drink? Does your mouth work?" Your eyes narrow. "Does your brain?"

His pupils still look pretty dilated but his eyebrows sure rise as means of acknowledgement, followed by his lips that part to flash all his teeth at you in a dopey grin. Is he back to the world of living? Are his eyes focusing on you? You cannot fucking tell in the dim lights.

“Prez!”

Well, that answers your question. You sigh. “Yes, my dear, it is I – your damsel in shining armor, come to your rescue.”

He gives one of those characteristic giggles of his, shaking his head to wring pkt water from his short hair like a wet dog. And that is when you notice it – a distinct bling of what looks suspiciously like metal, glinting close to one of his eyebrows. You immediately cup his face in your palms to lean over him, gaping at his forehead in horror. And then you gasp in horror too, because a similar glint is shining over his lip as well. One of his ears has a series of gems running up his lobe, and you just exhale in defeat.

What the hell did he do tonight? 

You are just about to open your mouth to ask him just that, when a crooked, inky line near his collarbone catches your attention. Very slowly, dripping with dread, you hold him by his shoulders and pull his naked torso closer to you, to follow the line of ink as it traverses over his nape to his back – and joins in a monstrosity spanning across his entire back.

Jaw dropped to the floor and eyes as wide as golf balls, you stumble back and stare at the still grinning guy in fright. 

You point an accusatory finger in his general direction. “Jeon… What the fuck is all this?”

The guy, to his credit, looks really closely at your finger. And then gives a clueless blink. “What?”

Really?

Something on your face must have given it away, because sudden comprehension descends upon his face. “Oh, the eyebrow barbell?”

A… barbell, is it called? Good fucking God, you don’t need to know that! “And the lip-ring… and whatever the fuck that dragon-like thingy on your back’s supposed to be… For God’s sake, tell me it’s not permanent?”

“What? Of course it is!” Jungkook’s eyes sparkle and you can see him slowly becoming more awake – although you’re not really sure if it’s him sobering up or going on another trip due to one of the powders he has snorted. “I love dragons, Prez! You know that! Oh, and do you like my lip-ring?”

See, the thing is – you do. You absolutely, very honestly do. Every time you glance at the damn rod of metal curled around his soft lip, you get bombarded with thoughts of what it would feel like to have it against your tongue. Immediately after which, you really, wholly, irrevocably hate yourself for these thoughts. And also Jeon Jungkook, because that is a given.

“Sir,” you try to slip back into professionalism, even though it's a losing feat when Jungkook sits shirtless, wet and in a crisis in front of you – again – and keeps looking at you with those doe eyes of his full of hope or some shit. “Why the hell do you have all this? When did you even get them?”

With a cheeky shrug, he purses his lips and tells you, “After I got off the plane…” 

Before you can groan in pain at his words, already envisioning Chairman Jeon’s disappointment when you two get back to Seoul and he finds out what you let his son do under your watch – before you can so much as roll your eyes to express your displeasure, Jungkook grins again, reaching forth with a hand to tug at your coat. You fall into his lap with a squeak, unprepared, and both your hands land on his muscled chest, palms flat and fingers spread. Your legs haphazardly twine with his, the bottom of your coat falling open to have your bare thigh pressed against his own.

A lot surprised and a little breathless, you scan his face for signs of humor, but instead encounter shuttered eyes that look at your mouth as if their owner wants to taste it. You roughly gulp.

“It’s Vegas, baby," he throatily breathes out into your face, breath smelling like fifty different alcohols and yet somehow carrying an undertone of pure Jungkook that you hate yourself for recognizing. "The city of sin and reckless decisions…"

And, God, you wanna scream and push away from him and curse at him for being an inappropriate pervert, you really do – but the feel of his firm muscles beneath his warm, smooth skin, and the heated stare that he refuses to move from your lips, have you frozen in place. 

Your own gaze slowly drops to his cherry red lips and that fucking lipring that you just wanna nibble at. You lean closer, inviting his arms to lock around your waist. His lips part, as if to say something, and then:

"Yooo! I'll tell you what I want – what I really, really want! So tell me what you want – what you really, really want—"

You both startle at the loud screeching coming from the table next to you – your phone. Just as you are about to reach for it, you blink and—

Jungkook's thigh brushes against yours.

Jungkook's thigh – against yours.

What.

What?

Holy fucking shit, what are you doing?

You dive off of Jungkook's lap, grabbing your phone as if it's your lifeline, and bring it to your ear without even checking the caller ID.

"H–hello?" you stutter like a fucking idiot because that's what you are – a complete fucking idiot – and stand with your back to the almost naked CEO.

"President ma’am!" calls Jungkook's secretary from the other end. "The bodyguards are at the club! A–and I came as well, I was so worried, I couldn't sleep… I'm sorry!"

"Thank God for the bodyguards," you exhale. "And it's fine, Haeri, I understand. Stay put, I have Mister CEO with me in the club, I will bring him right outside."

Your finger disconnects the call, but your gaze stays hanging in space, brain still unable to comprehend what nearly happened before your phone interrupted you. With a grunt of irritation, you mentally give yourself about a hundred smacks across your face.

Just what in the hell were you doing? 

What the fuck would you have done if your phone didn't scream in time?

You accepted a seat on Jungkook's lap. You accepted his stare on your lips. You stared back at his. You also fucking leaned in!

You were about to kiss him, weren't you?

What is wrong with you?

He's literally your mortal enemy, the guy who taught that you are physically capable of hating a human being to inhuman extents.

Gross, airheaded, STD-infested, playboy extraordinaire Jungkook, who made you fall facedown in mud when you two were six and then blackmailed you that he'd tell the entire school you wore Batman panties if you told either of your parents about it.

You hated him then, and you hate him now.

What the fuck were you thinking?

Scowling at yourself, you turn to the guy in question – only for your entire body to slump in relief.

He has passed out. Again.

You ring up one of his bodyguards and ask two guys to come in and pick him up.

Then you walk out of there.

Your job here is done – you don't need to stay around and supervise if he is tended to properly, because you really don't care. 

What you need to do is get laid before your starved hormones make you lose your head again. If you ever end up kissing Jungkook, you'd either have to die or kill him. Or both.

You hate his guts and no amount of physical attraction can remedy that.

Oh, and you also need to stop coming to his rescue every time he calls. Because if you don't, he might just have you needing rescuing from him.

Fuck.

@ jimilter | 2022

note: the pool incident referenced here and mentioned in the flashback can be found in the prequel!

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[jvngkook97]

Class Act

synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?

pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au

warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, reader has some body image issues, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause he’s in lOoOve with reader so much 🥺 uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 4,744

a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content — like this! all the love, always.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

It was another chilly September evening.

The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.

You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.

All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.

Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.

The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.

Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. He’s not the quarterback, but he’s just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.

You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who aren’t afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish it’s due to you, though you know that can’t be true considering you’ve never gained the courage to talk with him.

You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The following Monday you’re taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. It’s littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain that’s planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.

You spot Namjoon easily.

He’s laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.

Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where you’re going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if she’s okay, she says yes.

His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.

“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”

Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show there’s no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment can’t be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.

“You’re right, Jin. She’s certainly built like a dude.” Cherry’s co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.

Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasn’t quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a ‘sorry, please excuse me’ before standing up straight and briskly walking past.

Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherry’s hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.

He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and it’s not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.

You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re holding your binder now, something Namjoon’s eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.

His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that it’s meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.

You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesn’t falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.

As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.

“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”

His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, he’s rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit you’re wearing. It’s cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.

Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.

“Is this some kind of a bet?”

His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.

“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.

“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”

He doesn’t miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. He’ll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.

“No, they’re not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?” He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. There’s no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you can’t help the walls you’ve built over the years.

Pursing your lips, you reply.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”

You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.

An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.

“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”

He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.

“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”

He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.

He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.

“There’s that smile!”

Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.

“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”

From that point on, you were hooked.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Once again, you’re walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.

Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoon’s arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. He’s still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.

When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before he’s peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.

“Oi! Get a room you two!”

Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.

Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.

Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.

“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”

His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then he’s off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.

You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.

You couldn’t wait.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just like in the beginning, you’re back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoon’s coach. When Namjoon’s body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.

Huh. You wonder what that’s about.

You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoon’s loving eyes, but you don’t see him.

It’s not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.

The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.

“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”

“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”

You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.

If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.

“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”

You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldn’t be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and can’t help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.

The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but he’s never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.

“I love you, y/n.”

The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.

He wins. He always wins.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Namjoon is manspreading on your bed wearing nothing but black boxers, arms behind his head as he watches your shy, hesitant body make its way past the frame of the door. Your arms are crossed over your chest in self doubt of how risqué you chose to dress yourself tonight for Namjoon’s pleasure – and your own.

It’s a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it must’ve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.

Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.

“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.

“Just gorgeous?”

His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.

“I was trying to go for more along the lines of sexy–,” your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. “–I bet if I had bigger boobs–,”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”

His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.

“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before he’s leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.

“I don’t want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If you’re feeling down, let me know. I’ll be glad to show you otherwise.” A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up.”

You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.

“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”

“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”

You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for – his letterman jacket.

He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.

You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.

His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you can’t help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.

A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.

“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”

“Baby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.” He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just can’t say no too.

You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.

Then, he doesn’t waste any time.

He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then he’s placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.

He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.

“Namjoon, you better start–,” you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point he’s able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and he’s quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.

“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”

You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.

You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.

He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.

“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”

Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesn’t go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. It’s an important one after all, he wants to remember it.

You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that he’s set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until he’s laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice – it’s not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.

You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.

“I thought you said no teasing?”

“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”

You’re playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.

Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows you’re closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.

Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.

He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.

“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”

You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The next day you’re both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so that’s what you’re currently wearing over your outfit.

You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.

Like you love him.

So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.

“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.

“I love you too.”

Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.

“I always saw you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Saw me?”

“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”

“You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.

Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.

That you would always be his.

[bluewhale52]

God of Destruction

Just a little drabble about domestic Joon w/ reader, written as part of @thebtswritersclub September project, week 1.

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Rating: G

Genre: slice of life

WC: 91

~

Namjoon gulps. It’s supposed to be- what is it Jungkook always says? Easy peasy lemon squeezy. He was just supposed to heat up the food. He listened to your instructions, he did heat up the pasta in the microwave. Only, he failed to register in his 148 IQ brain that he should probably have removed said pasta from the aluminum container. 

He hears you rushing into the kitchen, and immediately blocks the charred microwave with his large frame. When he meets your eyes, he flashes his dimples.

“Babe, I can explain.”

~

[jimilter]

birthright (m) | k.sj. | teaser

↳ COMING: MARCH END/APRIL BEGINNING ↲

Slowly making peace with the one singular purpose your life served, you were grateful for the solace you didn’t anticipate within the cold walls of the Briarwood Manor in a handsome stranger who kept your heart warm with his gorgeous smiles and a vast collection of books. However, you couldn’t escape the eerie inkling that you knew him better than you realized. Not when assaulted by dreams in which Kim Seokjin’s charcoal black eyes turn as red as his lips had been the first night you met him.

pairing: seokjin x reader rating: m (18+) genre: angst, smut, horror, vampire!seokjin, strangers to lovers!au, historical!au warnings: none for the teaser! word count: ~25 k (2 k for the teaser)

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note: a jin fic after so long - i’m super excited abt this! i’m pushing my limits and venturing into historical fiction with this one. let’s hope it turns out well! also hoping i’m able to finish it within this month!

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Broad, bronzed shoulders graced your sight, tapering into a solid, male back that disappeared into the waters below. Was this person… bathing in the Church's lake? At three am on a frigid, March morning?

Your eyes flickered up his body, gaze caught in the dark tendrils of his hair that curled up around the back of his neck. Had he dipped his head in this icy water?

In a moment's lapse, a gasp left you in horror.

A male was bathing in front of you, and you were staring at him? You hadn't even left the convent yet and you were beginning to behave the way you had been taught not to; a shameless harlot.

You were just moving to close your eyes when suddenly, the male turned to face you. Your body solidified to stone. 

Trembling eyelids heavily hooded your eyes, an invisible pull hindering your gaze to stray from the man.

His face was obscured by the shadows of the trees under the moon's light, only a pair of plump, red lips glistening at you like a heliograph – willing you to keep looking. Unwittingly, your eyes dropped down to his firm torso, grazing the smooth, shiny skin of his chest and traversing down to his solid abdomen.

Right then, a deep voice rumbled with an amused chuckle, chilling you to the core in fear.

Water sloshed around his moving thighs, the distance between the two of you reducing with every step he took towards you. His plump red lips were pulled to one side, more of the face above them becoming visible as moonlight painted it in it’s pearlescent luminescence. A straight nose marked the way from his lips to his eyes; the cheekbones next to it, high and sculpted. 

With another step, his body remained less than two feet away from you – and a bright beam of luminescence finally fell across his eyes. You stared, mesmerized, at the deep, deep pools of black that were his irises, taken aback at the innocence that somehow spilled off his gaze with the way his long, curled eyelashes fluttered at you.

You sat paralyzed in your spot, still as a statue, allowing the male to tilt his head in his perusal of you.

“Hello, there,” came his curious greeting.

Jumping in surprise, it took you a moment to remember yourself and greet him back. You bowed your head, sending off a jittery ‘hello’ in a voice you didn’t recognize.

His stance remained unchanged. “You look fairly young. What are you out and about for at such an early hour of the morning?”

Why did he find it fit to question you when he was clearly trespassing? Your immediate instinct was to challenge his presence. You leveled him with a collected gaze, reining all your nervousness in, and raised your chin. 

“This is my home. You are in my Church’s territory.” A hand raised up to point at the looming building, you tilted your head towards it. 

His body seemed to lock at your words, no part of him moving to look at the Church behind him. You dipped your chin to heighten the intensity of your glare. You had been trained to be a strong individual – and no matter what became of your fate tomorrow, you were going to stand your ground, tonight.

In a moment, the dark cloud silhouetting his presence evaporated, his lips parting in an open mouthed laugh that left the man looking very boyish and not at all threatening in any form. Your shoulders relaxed a bit, eyebrows raised and mouth twitching at the sight. Belatedly, you wondered if perhaps his behavior had been self-preservative too, quite like yours.

“I – I had no idea, I’m so very sorry for trespassing!” he exclaimed, making quick leaps to rush to your side, pulling himself out of the water to settle next to you.

Alarmed and concerned, you were about to reprimand him for sitting so close to you when you noticed a shirt and coat lying behind you on the ground. You hadn’t even noticed them before. Strange.

You resigned to averting your gaze while he quickly dressed up, twisting your fingers with each other.

The convent had never warranted you much of an experience interacting with people that did not belong to the Church in some or the other form. So you had taken to chatting with every resident of the town when you started going to the weekly market after turning eighteen. And in these three years, you were proud to have made friends with nearly every resident of your quaint, little town. You knew of every person’s name, family, house and occupation.

You did not know this man. You were certain you had never crossed paths with him, ever, and yet… And yet, something about him felt eerily familiar to you.

As if you did know him. As if you had met him, been acquainted with him, shared tales and endeavors with him. But how could that be? Surely your memory wouldn't feel so befogged if you had any true recollections. Right?

Perhaps it was all in your head, a figment of your imagination conjured by your boredom and need to mingle with people from the outside world.

Or perhaps, a voice in your head suddenly whispered, locking you in place with fear – mayhap you had, in fact, seen him in passing. Standing behind an aisle in a bookstore… His reflection in the jars at a candy shop… The redness of his lips through the vines at the nursery…

“You look white as a sheet,” gasped a voice from your side, vehemently splintering the picture your brain had started to piece together.

Thoughts blown every which way, you gulped in air, chest rising and falling with effort. 

“I…” Clearing your throat, you peered over your shoulder to find him shrugging into his coat after having worn the shirt, and found it safe to sit straight. Your eyes sparingly flashed between him and the water body in front of you, some part of you still trying to grasp at the miniscule bits from your earlier thoughts as they ran farther and farther away from your grasp. “You… do not seem to be from around here.”

The golden swell of his cheek ticked up in a smirk. “I am not.”

“Are you a visitor?” You turned to look at him with interest, gaze rimming the dark depths of his eyes that didn’t quite feel right. An inexplicable part of you reached deep into your memories to look for them there – an act beyond perception to you, because how could you have memories of someone you were meeting for the first time?

“Indeed I am,” he easily gave, eyes twinkling in the moonlight, the redness of his lips still stark and distracting. 

“Oh!” You tried to mirror his smile, just as hard as you tried to pull back the rapidly galloping horses of rumination in your head. “Well then, on behalf of the population, welcome to our town! We do not get many visitors.”

He nodded his head, eyes still boring into yours. “I am here on some business for a week and would be staying at the manor on the hill. I was on my way, in fact, when I saw this lake—”

“The Briarwood Manor?” you cut him off, thoughts coming to an abrupt stop and mouth gone slack in shock.

The man squinted his eyes, looking away from you as if thinking hard, and then slowly nodded. “Yes, I believe, that is what it is called.”

You swallowed. Was it possible for this man to be clueless about what… beings lived there? Or perhaps he knew and his 'business' involved them? Could he? His blithe demeanor said otherwise. Your gaze traced his perfect features, eyes catching the vivid red of his lips and the black abyss of his orbs, again. Why did the red feel so familiar and the black so out of place on his face? 

But more importantly, what did a beautiful man like him have to do with the creatures of the night, even if he were going to lodge with them as a mere guest?

"Is it an uncommon practice?" His words broke you out of the confused whorl of thoughts you were spinning in. "Staying at the manor?"

Without reservations, you blatantly nodded. "Very. I – I wasn't aware the princes entertained guests…"

Red lips tapered further as his smirk deepened. "Oh? Why wouldn't they? Princes should set an example of humility, shouldn't they?"

Even as you nodded, your throat moved in another rough swallow, this time more concern to you than fear. This man seemed to be wholly oblivious. 

You momentarily wondered if you should warn him. But could you even do that? You were sworn to secrecy by the Church, never to speak of the Vampire princes or your duty to them unless in imminent danger. Would the rules change if it were someone else’s life in imminent danger? It wasn’t a likelihood. But then again, you weren’t even definitive if he was in danger.

“They should, of course,” came a hoarse agreement from you that you did not truthfully side with, prompting you to clear your throat. Arms wrapping around your frame, you looked at the moon raised high up in the sky. “What business might you have in our little town, Mister…?”

“Kim,” the man provided, leaning back on his elbows next to you, humming. “I am a book publisher. One of the princes up in the manor is looking to serialize and publish his personal journal. I am here to assist him with it. Oh, and because I do not get out much, I have brought along a bundle of my latest publishings that I would like to sell at the market. Would help those writers, they are beginners, and get the bored townspeople a dash of entertainment. What do you suppose, young miss?”

Despite your best attempts, you couldn’t tamp down the excitement that zinged through your self at the prospect of books. “Books?” Wide eyed, you turned to sit facing him. “I suppose it to be a splendid idea, Mister Kim."

His face molded into a soft smile, making him seem almost fond. “Do you like to read?”

You gave him an ecstatic nod. “Very much so! I – I will be moving to the manor, as well, tomorrow. We would see more of each other for the extent of your stay. Could you lend me something out of your collection when we cross paths?”

The man’s forehead creased at your words. “You are going to be moving into the manor? Why, then, did you sound so surprised at the thought of me being a guest there?”

Caught in your slip, you floundered for a moment. In your enthusiasm over books, you spoke too much. Quickly, in order to correct your folly, you blinked at him with a pursed smile. “Oh, I'm going there as domestic help,” you expertly lied.

Reality, of course, was that you were going there as a property the princes – well, one of them – was going to own, but how to explain that to a stranger from out of town? So you picked the most believable explanation, hoping he would believe it. You didn’t have to worry about it for long, either, because he seemed to have accepted your reasoning easily when he stared at the sky with a noncommittal hum.

“Why, of course. I would love to share some books with you.” 

Zeal strummed through your veins. “Thank you so much, Mister Kim! You are very kind.”

His lips turned up at the corner and eyes sparkled at the moon, one bejeweled hand sifting through his dark hair and the other tapping a rhythm on his thigh. The moon sparkled back in his eyes when he turned his gaze to you.

“Well then, young miss. It is time I took my leave.”

Lashes fluttering, you fisted the thin fabric of your dress, unreasonably sad to see him go. “O–oh.”

Maybe you were too obvious because his responsive smile felt knowing. “I would be seeing you again very soon, I hope?”

Heart jumping at the way his cheeks dimpled, you parted your lips in a grin. “Of course! I – I look forward to seeing you again in the manor.”

A mysteriously familiar smile befell his lips as he stood up. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And then he was off, leaving your solitary form seated shrouded between the shadows of the trees, moonlight in your eyes and questions in your head.

On the night of your eighteenth birthday, you had a dream. The first of many dreams that were to come every fortnight. You saw a man – a man with gleaming red eyes, plump lips, dark hair. A beautiful man with a dangerous intent. A warm smile sheathing a cold heart. A melodious voice masking the doom it beckoned you towards.

Choose me, he would cry. Pick me, he would beg.

But after you woke up, only traces of the picture would remain. The eyes, the lips, the hair; the beauty, the smile, the voice – nothing but a misty memory left behind.

@ jimilter | 2022

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[jvngkook97]

Sucker for Love

synopsis; in which your best friend happens to be a vampire and the only time he’s able to be himself in the world is during Halloween night. OR you’ve been in love with your best friend for a long ass time and want him to bite you for a change and not a random person, which for some reason, he refuses to do. they say love hurts, and damn it all that you want it too.

pairing; vampire!jungkook x human!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, horror, smut, f2l, vampire au

warnings; cursing, jealousy, blood, violence (non explicit), death (non explicit), horror movie tropes, bad jokes, VAMPIRE KOO cause yes that’s a whole ass warning in itself CMON, a few familiar faces make an appearance, there’s no smut in this chapter but there will be in a future one so be sure to read the warnings carefully in order to avoid reading something you’re uncomfortable with pls and ty

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 7,101

a/n; y’all knew it was coming, it was only a matter of time. consider this both a ‘happy jungkook day’ and ‘Halloween’ story submission in one. SORRY IT’S LATE. decided to split this into two chapters cause I like the way this one left off. hopefully, that one will be out soon. like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

01. 02. 03

“You are not going out dressed like that.”

“I—Excuse me? This is literally the only night I can go out like this!”

He tugs on the front of his white, nearly see-through, frilly long and loose blouse with a gusto. His face is morphed into one of disbelief as he stares into your dead panned expression.

“No. I see you in that outfit every single day. Are you not aware of the time difference?” Your arms are crossed, hip jutted out that makes the slit in the side of your costume widen even more. As much as he fights it, he can’t help but let his eyes flicker to the overly exposed skin as his tongue darts out for a split second to wet his lips and play nervously with his lip ring.

When his eyes meet yours he knows you’ve caught him in the act, if not for the elegant yet sultry way you walked towards his figure with a smirk adorning your red painted lips. The cape you were wearing framed you perfectly and only accentuated your beauty even more. As much as he hates to admit it, considering what your costume of choice pertains too. Them. His entire body cringes inwardly.

Your face rises to meet his, a feat that normally has you on your tip toes to complete the action, but not tonight. Tonight, your feet are clad in ruby red heels that give you the perfect amount of height and compliment your costume of choice for the evening — little red riding hood — knowing full well how much it would rile the centuries old vampire in front of you.

“And yet you have to choose a costume from a storybook that has to do with–,” his face scrunches, nose crinkling, and the corner of his lip rising into a small snarl that exposes one long, sharp, fang. “–wolves? I mean, really y/n?”

“What can I say? Hairy bodies are a turn on.”

A loud snort from him. Laughter bubbles in your throat. One coffin shaped, manicured hand lays over his chest. If he weren’t the undead, you have no doubt that it would be beating as erratically as yours currently is due to the close proximity, or maybe that’s just you and your ridiculous crush you’ve had on the vampire for a long time now.

Unbeknownst to you, the sound was like music to the vampire’s ears as he placed one massive tattooed covered hand over yours to squeeze it gently, it meant you had blood pumping through your veins, the vital organ still going strong.

You were still here.

You were still with him.

You were still alive.

Not like on the night where he first found your pale, nearly lifeless body all those years ago.

‿෴🦇෴‿

Then ~ Wednesday, October 31st, 2018 11:30PM

“Some friends they are.”

You crossed your arms tighter around your chest, attempting and failing to secure some semblance of body heat from the chilly, autumn night air. Leaves rustled in the biting wind, littering empty streets underneath the light of the full moon as you slowly and quite wobbly made your way back to your studio apartment. You regretted taking that extra shot before leaving the party, almost as much as you regretted entrusting your supposed friends with letting you know when they were leaving. Now here you were, all alone on Halloween night.

Your horror loving mind drifted to the many movies that started out on a night just like this, one’s where you previously scolded the character for making such a foolish life choice. Even going so far as saying that they deserved to be murdered brutally for their careless act. Look at you now, doing the same exact thing you once admonished with a mocking laugh at the tv screen right before the killer strikes and–

A twig snapping had your head whipping to the side, yet you saw nothing. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, however, as if there was someone or something out there watching you, tucked just out of sight behind the line of trees that led to the woods at the edge of town.

“Oh no.” You raised your voice to the dark woods around you with sarcasm. “I sure hope there aren’t any sexy vampires looking for prey out here or heaven forbid a captive!” Shaking your head at your own sense of humor, you snickered, opening your mouth to spew some more dark comedic gold that gets silenced by yet another twig snapping but this time it was closer.

Much closer.

Fuck.

Picking up your once slow pace, your heels clicking on the paved, stone walkway in a frenzied haste do you hear a more fear inducing sound from right behind you. A voice.

“When I let go, run for your life.”

It’s only when the disembodied voice breathlessly caresses the shell of your ear, do you notice how badly you’re shaking. Let alone the fact that there’s a a very pale, lanky, hand on your shoulder. True to their word, they let you go.

And you run for your fucking life.

Now you understood why those many characters would run straight into dark woods, rather than continue down the lit up street. In the woods, you could hide. On the streets, you were open and vulnerable. Wasn’t much of a tough decision when you’re the one being pursued.

Another thing you now understood, how it was so easy to–

The heel of your shoe embedded itself into the soft, wet soil and latched itself in between two branches sticking out of the ground with perfect precision and you tripped. Your arms flung themselves out haphazardly in a desperate attempt to catch your unprecedented fall. Hands, arms, legs and knees becoming scraped by various rocks and branches that poked out from beneath the ground.

Your hands immediately went to the strap of your heel and with shaky hands you barely managed to unbuckle the impromptu foot restraint, freeing yourself and pushing your exhausted body back up into a standing position. Coming to the conclusion you were better completely barefoot now, you freed your other foot from the speed hindering heel and chucked it angrily to the side. A heavy mist now clung to the woods, halting what little moonlight remained from passing through the already thick foliage of the cluster of trees around you.

Straining your eyes through the mist, you saw a shadow stood in the distance, completely still except for the wave of a hand. A whimper escaped your mouth, lips trembling and eyes watering. They had found you, but you won’t be giving up that easily.

Wiping your eyes in order to see clearly, you postured yourself in a position to run and bolted out of there, dodging branches and bushes along the way that only cut you up even more until you stumbled into an open area in the woods that housed an abandoned building.

A very creepy, dark, decrepit, seemingly haunted abandoned building.

Well, shit.

Checking the woods behind you, you see a blur making its way towards you and you realize that once again, you have no choice but to make the absolute worst choice possible.

You needed to go into the building.

Steeling your resolve into not dying, you thrust open the rusty door that was almost falling off its hinges at the years of decay and not being used. The screeching it emanated rivaled that of a nail on a chalkboard and your entire body cringed. Pushing your way into the darkness, you blindly felt for a wall to help maneuver your way through.

During your slow ascent into the building, does the door suddenly slam behind you, causing you to jump and let out a shrill shriek. Along with the deafening slam do you hear what sounds like a lock clicking into place.

What the actual fuck was going on here? Was this all actually real or a really elaborate prank set up by your shitty friends? Whatever it was, you weren’t having it anymore. Time to do what you do best when you’re scared – use your sense of humor.

“This is very funny.” You announce to the supposedly empty room around you. The door had locked itself, and you found yourself even moreso alone with little applicable skill to get yourself out of there. “I’m not the protagonist type, I’m more of the comedic best friend character. Now can someone please bust in here and save me?”

Silence. Nothing but eerie silence.

It was worth a shot.

Unlike the blur you saw in the woods, this time you saw more of a wispy white fog begin to appear on the opposite side of the room. It cast a faint glow, more than enough for you to utilize it and sprint down the hallway that made itself visible due to your ghostly accomplice.

Bare feet padded quickly along, and you tried your best not to look behind you just knowing that you wouldn’t like what you saw. So, instead, you plowed through the various hallways that now felt like an endless maze with how alike they appeared. The doors that lined the hallways were the same as well, solid except for a thinly shaped window that was planted in the middle within eyesight of what’s deemed ‘normal height’ for a human. You wondered what this place was used for, but thought best not to investigate and trouble yourself further with details.

The only thing you should be concerned about is getting out of this place alive.

The heavy fall of boots echoed across the halls that made you pause in your step to listen closer and decipher which direction it was coming from. Not having an inkling of the layout of this building, you realized trying to figure it out was futile and instead continued on. It wasn’t until you heard the footfalls sound in the hallway you just exited from did you begin searching for a door that was unlocked in order to hide.

Jiggling several handles, you found they were all locked. You just about gave up hope when you saw a door at the end of the hallway that was cracked open. Quietly running towards the door, the boots crept closer. Just as you slid your body through the crack of the door and shut it all but a sliver so you could peek through, did the mystery predator reveal themselves.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes collecting pools of liquid that trailed down your face as you tried your damndest not to make a sound as they inched closer and closer to your hideout.

They were wearing all black clothing, the only pop of color coming from the hideous stark white mask that was littered with specks of something you couldn’t quite make out due to the distance, the mask that covered their face successfully hiding their true identity. As they came within a yard away from the door, did you come to the grim conclusion that this person had what looked to be dark, red splatters of an unknown substance all over their clothes and mask.

Something that was scarily akin to blood.

Closing your eyes, your hands covered your mouth in a fruitless attempt to stifle the whimpering that wanted to come out from the sheer terror that coursed through your veins. Every passing moment felt eternal. And you couldn’t tell if closing your eyes made it better or worse.

You didn’t know if hiding would be the ultimate factor in you getting out alive or not, but it was the only idea you had left. As you pushed yourself further into the corner of the room, your back slid down the wall in relief once the footsteps faded.

Taking a deep breath, your head fell on your knees. With a shaky exhale you let out a minuscule puff of laughter. You were tired, your body was tired. It wasn’t till you felt you had a moment of safety did your body wind down from its adrenaline rush and now all you felt was the crash that comes after it. You allowed this feeling for only a fleeting second, then hoisted your body up and out the door, but not before cautiously poking your head out to be sure the mystery figure was truly gone.

They were. For now.

You stepped out from your safe haven and attempted to make your way back down the hallway from whence you came, hoping you’ll get dumb luck down another corridor and find the exit. Your heart pounded this time, but not from fear. This time, it was pumping with liquid courage through your veins.

Despite your earlier declaration of being the secondary comedic relief, you decided with renewed vigor that you would be the final girl.

Oh, how wrong you were.

There was a sharp pain in the back of your head, your mouth opened in a silent scream that would never come as your body collapsed on the cold, tile floor and you were down for the count. Your body no longer having the energy to fight back, that liquid courage seemingly sucked up in a matter of seconds you just lay there – still. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you blinked them, trying to focus on the white mask that was within your line of sight as the figure knelt down and stroked your forehead, gently pushing the clump of hair that fell in your face away and tucking it behind your ear. The very same ear where you could feel a trickle of liquid slither down the side of your face and off your nose. The last thing you see being red before you closed your eyes for what you thought would be the last time.

Jungkook’s POV ~ The Same Night

He sniffed the air, smelling the faint metallic odor of ‘crimson crack’ as he liked to call it. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and honed in on it, letting it take over every one of his senses in order to conclude where the source is coming from. Opening his eyes, they flashed a deep red, before returning back to their usual brown state.

In a flash, he was gone.

When he reappeared, he was standing in front of an abandoned building. His head tilted in confusion, ears perking when they hear the tall tale sign of a human heartbeat. Faint, but there. And it seemed to be getting closer, even a hint louder in its desperate attempt to keep pumping blood, oxygen, life to its human shell.

Interesting.

His hand reached for the door handle, which he promptly brought back to his side and took a step back when he realized the handle was turning on its own and the door began to open. He clasped his hands together in front of his abdomen and waited for the grand reveal of his next meal.

With his centuries of life, he would’ve thought that he saw it all. Apparently, that wasn’t the case. This night, he would have another first.

Seeing you. Smelling you.

Your blood alone caused the saliva in his mouth to pool, the scent making him feel dizzy in a state of euphoria. Body vibrating with the need to get closer to you, to taste you. He nearly pounced, if not for the minor inconvenient detail of your limp body being carried over the shoulder by an all black clothed human male. The mask this male chose was displeasing to the eyes in a sense of it was so gaudy and fake.

The male stiffened upon seeing Jungkook, the hand that clenched the knife that he used to both knock you out and engrave his alias initials into the length of your neck gripped the handle, his knuckles becoming more pronounce as they strained against the leather material of black gloves he was wearing.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Jungkook could tell that the male had anger issues. His voice was devoid of emotion, cold. It made Jungkook chuckle with a deep laugh that had the masked assailant stepping forward in hopes of scaring Jungkook. It only spurred on the laughter more, and made the male even more angry.

“Shut the fuck up, you freak! You wanna die?”

“Do you?” The laughter ceased as if by a flip of a switch. The wind blew between the two males where only one couldn’t suppress the shiver that went down their spine. The masked male thoughtlessly threw your unconscious body onto the ground next to him, a loud ‘thump’ followed shortly after your weighted body hit the solid dirt of the woods. He then poised himself with the bloodied knife raised in front of him, ready to strike with the intent to kill.

Jungkook tsked sardonically.

“Give me the girl and I’ll let you go.”

He thought the deal was good. The masked man did not.

“Fuck you. She’s mine. Get your own, the night’s young.”

“True, it is. But I’m not. And I’m easily annoyed. So, I’ll give you one more chance, human. Give me the girl.”

The masked male blamed his obscured sight from the small holes that the mask granted him, the material only making it harder for him to see Jungkook clearly. Though, he swears he sees his eyes flash red, but it’s gone within the next blink of his eyes. His gut tells him to run, but his pride prevents him from doing so.

The masked male makes his move, and his knife impales into Jungkook’s chest — directly where his beating heart should’ve been. Except, it wasn’t.

“My turn.”

Jungkook grips the male by his arm and yanks his body until it’s pressed tightly against his, using his other arm to encase the squirming male and prevent him from escaping. The mask falls off to reveal a young face, barely hitting his mid 20s. The amount of fear that is on his face gives Jungkook a sick sense of satisfaction.

“What are you?”

The male whispers fearfully. Jungkook doesn’t answer, and instead grins widely. Both fangs twinkled in the faint moonlight as the male’s eyes widened in horror, only to close moments later as Jungkook sinks his fangs into the male’s neck and begins to drain him of every drop of blood in his body.

Y/N’s POV ~ Moment’s Later

When you come to, you find yourself laying on the dirty earth floor as your nails dig into the soil and it gets stuck underneath. Inhaling a breath – it’s crisp, cool, autumn air. You let out a broken whimper when you realize that you’re alive, but it hurts to move. Your head is at an awkward angle, but you can make out two blurry figures out of your peripheral. One looks limp, and the other looks as if they’re embracing the other in order to keep them standing.

In a way, you were right. Your eyes then dart to the fallen off mask that’s settled a few yards in front of you, and you wonder what exactly happened to your perpetrator for them to let you go. You don’t have time to dwell on it for too long, as the next thing you see is the back of your eyelids as you pass back out. It seems like your mind was awake, but your body still needed some recovering.

The next time you open your eyes you’re laying in a huge bed, in a huge room that looks like you’ve been transported into Dracula’s castle, but you were still in a modern home. The decor and looked ancient and worn, yet surprisingly still in good condition. As you sat up, your body no longer felt drained of energy, and in fact, you felt refreshed and reinvigorated.

Your bare feet hit the cool flooring as you stand up straight. A knock on the closed bedroom door has you flinching back to your previously scared state and you hold your breath as the door slowly opens.

In the threshold of the door stands a very attractive male, who looks like along with this castle, he’s from the world of Dracula. His skin is almost sickly pale, yet his eyes held a natural warmth to them. He just stands there, and doesn’t attempt to step inside once he notices your scared expression.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

His voice is smooth and velvety. Despite not knowing this person and going through the ordeal you were just in, your gut tells you that you can trust them. So, either stupidly or —no, just stupidly — you do.

“I know.”

When he hears your voice for the first time, his stomach does flips. It was in that moment a kind of bond was formed, and you’ve been inseparable since.

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Now ~ Monday, October 31st, 2022 7:50PM

His hand can’t help but trace the faint scarring of initials that still resides on your neck to this day. A constant reminder to him and you of the horrific, yet fateful, night you met.

Your eyes close reflexively upon contact and you let out a sigh of discontent, knowing where his mind just wandered to, as does yours.

“Koo, I’m still here. It’s okay.”

Your eyes open to meet his. There’s a pinch inbetween his brows that you just want to rub away with your finger, so you do. He chuckles, the vibration flowing through your own body in waves that has you giving him a warm smile.

“I was doing it again, wasn’t I?”

“You were.”

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head to rid of the intruding and unpleasant thoughts and regain focus on the mission for tonight – going out with you on Halloween night to a frat party you were invited to by a brainless jock that Jungkook already hates with a burning passion for catching your attention.

“Shall we go?”

Your eyes narrow into his and you pat his chest, before turning and walking away from him to reach into your bag and pull out an outfit you brought just for him. It wasn’t so much a costume as it was an outfit you just really wanted to see him in.

“Nice try, buddy. But I didn’t forget.” You make your way back over to him with the outfit held out in front of you. “Wear this. No objections.”

He groaned, but resigned to his fate and took the outfit from your outstretched hand. He waves his hand as a motion for you to turn around while he changes. You lift a lone brow at his sudden shyness.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you nude before.”

He rolls his eyes, then narrows them at yours. You throw your hands up in defeat and make a show of slowly turning around until your back is to him. As you bring your hands back down, one subconsciously falls to the scarred initials on their own and just like Jungkook, some aspects of that night fog the forefront of your mind.

You let out a chortle that catches Jungkook’s attention, his eyes fall immediately to where your hand resides as he zips up the black pants you wanted him to wear, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows he doesn’t have too, you always tend to speak your mind.

“Remember when I thought for a second that you were actually going to hold me captive?”

He does. As does his body, even moreso as he flexes the muscles of his back to shrug on the crimson red bomber jacket that covers the plain, black shirt he’s wearing underneath. Tugging the cuffs of the sleeves down into a comfortable position.

“Yeah. I gave you the benefit of the doubt to just walk out the door, and as soon as I turn my back to you, you stab me.”

You throw your head back in laughter, and he can’t help the quirk of his lip that occurs at the sight and sound of it. There’s no blood pumping through his veins, no warmth to his skin, but still he felt a unique glow when it came to you that was within the depths of his soul. It was hard to describe, and he couldn’t say exactly how it was possible, but it happened. Only when it ever came to you. And for a moment, he felt a sliver of being human again.

“Can you blame me though?” He doesn’t. “Are you almost done?”

“Impatience will be the death of you.”

“I think knives will be the death of me, actually. Maybe some poison.”

He folds his arms across his chest.

“Funny.”

“I thought so.”

“You can turn around now.”

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t want me to wat–,” your words die in your throat as you turn around and take Jungkook in in all his glory. Jesus. You changed your mind. This outfit would be the death of you. Your thighs rub together without your knowing, it makes Jungkook’s nostrils flare for a second, and he stiffens, clearing his throat.

“That bad, huh?” He tries to break the tension that came out of nowhere as you continued to stare at him. It’s like your brain stopped computing he looked that good.

“Oh, shut up. Don’t pretend that you don’t know how sexy and amazing you are.”

The words flew out of your mouth unfiltered, unfaltering, and you weren’t even ashamed. It baffles him how a human could be so truthful. So unabashed.

“Let’s just go.” He’s still stiff as he brushes past you and you catch the whiff of the earthy and musky scent that is just naturally him, it only made the want for him that much more prominent and you trail behind him like a lost puppy.

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Frat House ~ 8:24PM

Even though you two are early, the party is already in full swing. The music is loud, so damn loud, it makes Jungkook’s sensitivity to sound a hinderence in his opinion - but he does his best not to let it ruin the night. Before you even stepped inside, the porch was littered with bodies as a couple seemed to be making out not too far from the entrance of the house. Red solo cups, beer cans and bottles alike were thrown haphazardly in the bushes surrounding the porch.

How could humans be so careless? Jungkook thought with a grimace. Back in his day it was frowned upon, but now it was the new normal. How the times have changed.

His nose crinkled in disgust at the public display of affection that should be withheld for closed quarters, and you just walked by like it was second nature. The front door wasn’t even fully closed, so all you had to do was push it open to gain access. From what you heard, you thought it was going to be a ‘limited access’ party, apparently you heard wrong. It felt like the entirety of the school was present and upon the door shutting behind you two, the cluster of body heat was more than prominent, triggering your slight case of claustrophobia.

Jungkook could sense your distress, his open palm rested securely on your lower back as his thumb rubbed circles in hopes of easing your anxiety. He could feel you tense, then relax. Bending down so his head was next to yours he asked you a question.

“Want to head to the back?”

You nod your head in answer and he guides you both through the crowd. You do your best to smile and wave at those you know so as not to be rude, but in truth, you just wanted to get the hell out of there for now.

“Empty handed? Here!”

A random guy pops up next to you both as you almost make it to the back door from the kitchen, and shoved two red solo cups of an unknown liquid into your hands. He salutes with a dopey smile and saunters off. You presume he’s going to fill more cups for other random guests. He looked familiar now that you thought about it, and you think it has to do with his two different colored eyes, it always wowed you.

Before you know it, you’re both back outside in the night air and it’s easier to breathe. Jungkook swiftly grabs the cup from your hands and dumps it into a bush nearby. You give him a quizzical look as he dumps his as well.

When he focuses his attention back onto your puzzled one, does he explain his reasoning.

“Never drink from a cup that you didn’t pour yourself, you don’t know what could be in it.”

Your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape and you heart palpitates from the level of protectiveness he’s showing. It never fails to get your heart racing.

He smirks knowingly, and opens his mouth to make a flirtatious comment.

“I love how your heart races for–,”

He’s cut off by a letterman jacket and he wonders what the big deal with them are while the guy pulls you into a tight hug with a big grin.

“Y/N! You made it!” His enthusiasm seems genuine as he tightens his hold on you. Not seeming to care in the least bit that he has to bend over awkwardly to accommodate your obvious height difference. It causes a snarl to build within Jungkook’s chest that he fights to suppress so as not to bring unwanted attention to himself.

“Joonie! Thanks for the invite!” Your tone is light and airy, a soft puff a laughter escapes your lips at the death grip he has on you. You savor the hug, returning it in earnest before you mutually let each other go. His hands are on your shoulders as he takes in your costume of choice.

“Little red, hm?” His brow raises and he lets out a bellowing laugh that you can’t help but join in on. You forgot about the inside joke that was made back in your freshman year of college and he makes a playful jeer.

“Am I still the big bad wolf?” He waggles his eyebrows feigning being seductive, and you snort in embarrassment that causes the natural flush in your cheeks to make a show. It was a one time misjudgement when you decided to listen to the gossip of those around you, rather than form your own opinion. Everyone described Kim Namjoon as a heartless, hard headed, quick to temper and pessimistic jock. You would learn, in fact, he was very much the opposite and those who said otherwise just never had the courage to even try and befriend the tall, lovable, giant you now consider a good friend. Their loss.

Jungkook hates it. He hates all of it. What was this talk of being a wolf? He wasn’t one. He was normal. Jungkook would be able to tell otherwise. And why are you acting as if you completely erased his presence from your side like he wasn’t even there. Anger began to rise, and he closed his eyes in order to prevent the red from showing to the humans around him. He should’ve worn his contacts, but you encouraged him to just ‘be himself’ whatever that means.

Jealousy. A ridiculous human emotion that unfortunately can still occur with vampires.

He loathed it. Like he loathed this human boy.

He began to mimic the timing of breathing as a form of meditation, regaining his sanity and self back just in time for you to acknowledge him and introduce him to your male companion.

“Joon, I’d like you to meet my good friend Jungkook. Jungkook, this is Namjoon. He’s the host, and my science partner.”

Namjoon scoffs at your introduction of him.

“Just your science partner, huh? Is that all I am to you? A lab partner that makes sure you pass the class in order to graduate this year?”

You give a feigned moment of silence as if in thought, your finger resting on your bottom lip that slightly parts them in the process. Jungkook doesn’t miss the way Namjoon’s eyes flicker to them upon the innocent action, but you do. All you do is give an over exaggerated wink in reply. He places a hand over his heart and acts hurt.

Seems like this human boy has taken an interest in you. He wonders if you feel the same.

Again. He feels the jealousy build and stiffens, then relaxes though his fists stay clenched tightly behind him. He plasters a fake smile on and interrupts your little flirtatious banter.

“Pleasure.” His hand is outstretched, waiting.

Namjoon just sees it as a polite gesture and takes it with a soft, yet firm grip. He realizes that there’s even a slight height difference with the jock himself as he steps forward towards Jungkook, leaning into the handshake. It takes everything that Jungkook has not to crush every bone in his hand as he relays what is considered normal strength for a human during a handshake.

You watch the two with wary eyes, but inwardly sigh with relief when their hands part and nothing else happens. Maybe they could be friends after all, or so that’s what you hoped.

“Please, by all means. Feel free to take advantage of the beverages and food. Mi casa es su casa, and all that jazz!” Another female party goer slides into Namjoon’s side and places a hand on his chest. Jungkook is surprised when you greet the female with even more excitement. He assumed you would be upset, furious even.

“Natalie! I thought you said you weren’t going to be able to make it?” You gave the girl a mock glare, and she gave a twinkling laugh in return. Namjoon stared down at this ‘Natalie’ with love and adoration. Jungkook was confused.

“I was able to convince my family to postpone leaving until tomorrow so I could congratulate–,” Natalie pats his chest and looks up into Namjoon’s eyes with just as much love, if not more, before continuing. “this guy on his big scholarship!”

Namjoon’s face flushes from the admission. Your mouth drops open in bewilderment. You punch Namjoon hard in the shoulder and he winces.

“Geez! Ow!”

“You jerk! How could you not tell me?!”

“I was going to, tonight!”

You side-hug Namjoon and Natalie and make promises to catch up. Jungkook pretends not to hear when Natalie whispers in your ear about a ‘double date’ and instead acts like the sight of people gyrating against each other is more appealing. It’s not. But something does transcribe whilst he’s staring at the couples that actually know how to dance properly.

Nostalgia washes over Jungkook, like the gentle sway of a tide pulling his conscience to another time, another place. He felt the phantom stirrings of movement where his heart would’ve still been beating back then, the desire to grin and to dance, but could only place the grainiest of images to memory. He couldn’t quite remember what it was that brought him a feeling of such warmth and fondness, but he felt enchanted to stay within that feeling.

Natalie and Namjoon have long since departed, but Jungkook was still stuck in a time long passed. You cautiously place a hand on his cheek, caressing it while gently rubbing your thumb against his sharp jawbone.

“Jungkook? You still with me?”

The glaze in his eyes disperses upon your call of his name, and his eyes instantly lock with your concerned ones. He gives you a faint smile, sucking in a breath to release it and then answers you.

“I’m still here.”

This isn’t the first time this has happened. Jungkook getting lost in the past. He was never afraid to answer any questions you had for him back when he was human, or even when he was turned by a rogue vampire and left to learn the consequences and rewards of being a vampire and immortal all on his own. His life was hard, but it was still life. Something he didn’t treasure until he was no longer alive, and rather just living — existing.

He realizes that he never had a reason to feel alive, until now.

Until you.

He had tried to do what he could to keep you at arm’s length. Your smile was so disarming, you were so genuine, that he couldn’t help but get close to you. Even when knowing it was a bad idea. He didn’t want to fall in love with you. He kept ignoring the intruding bloom in his chest, telling himself that it would wither on its own.

It never did. It just grew.

It grew a forest of flowers within him, the colors so vibrant and the aroma so intoxicating that it was hard not to fall in love with you when it was you who consumed his entire being, his entire soul, or what was left of it.

And you didn’t even know.

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You had been at the party for hours now. Talking, mingling, even dancing a little. Much to your amusement and Jungkook’s displeasure.

His hands rested politely on your waist, never once faltering into the danger zone. Your arms were wrapped loosely around his shoulders, hands dangling. A slow song was on, one you never listened to fully due to how slow it was, seeing as you usually only heard it when you were driving your car and as soon as it would come on you would change the station to a more upbeat option to keep you awake. But, you’ll admit, it was growing on you.

Much like the vampire in front of you has over the years of knowing him. His mannerisms, his personality, his way of talking, his way of dressing. You kept every minute detail locked away inside your head, and your unspoken feelings locked inside your heart. Though, as you both stared into each other’s eyes in a way that should’ve been saved for lover’s, you wonder briefly, albeit hopeless romantically – if he might, just might, feel the same way.

Your body is buzzing with all the alcohol you’ve consumed throughout the night, and as you sway to the song, do you realize how much it’s him who is actually holding you up discreetly and leading you. It’s only when he suddenly stops, does your wobbly figure collapse into his taught chest. Your ear lays against where his heart would be, yet you hear nothing. Another stark reminder of the difference between you two, as your heart raced at how close you two were.

He doesn’t say anything, standing still. When you look up from his chest, his gaze is no longer on you, but something in the distance behind you. Following his line of sight, your puzzled expression turns into one of forlorn.

It was another girl, dressed ironically as a female version of Dracula. You nearly scoffed at the coincidence, though you know it can’t be the costume that’s caught his attention, rather – it’s her blood.

“It’s that time of the night, hm?”

Your question lingers, his focus still caught. You can see the red tint begin to take hold, his grip on your waist tightening into a bruising one. Your heart jumps at the sudden sensation, and it’s only then that Jungkook regains his bearings and gives you a look of regret, his hands parting from your waist instantly as if being burned.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I just need–,” his nostrils flare of their own accord, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He closes his eyes and when they reopen you know for sure the night is over.

They’re blood red. He needs to feed, or risk losing control and slaughtering literally everyone here, including you. And he won’t have that, he refuses to let that happen. He’d sooner throw himself into the sunlight’s blazing rays and turn into nothing but dust than be the reason you die.

For a split second, you almost gain enough courage to tell him to just use you, but you know he’ll say no. He’s never directly stated that you couldn’t be an option, moreso does he just announce when it’s time he needs to leave you to feed. He swears he never kills those he chooses to feed on, having enough control over his emotions and hunger enough to only drink what’s needed and then heal the bite wound with a solid lick of his tongue. After he’s done feeding, he makes sure to leave their body in a safe place until they come to, waking up from what they believe to be just a blacked out moment and they’re on their way back home.

He steps in the direction of the ‘lady of the night’, and your face twists into one of sadness as you say your parting words, doing your best not to slip up as you speak and let the lump in your throat win over.

“Be careful, okay? I guess I’ll—,”you awkwardly looked away and locked eyes with another classmate of yours — Jimin — giving him a tight smile and small wave, before turning back towards Jungkook to finish your statement and are meant with nothing but an empty space.

He was gone.

Surveying the area, do you catch a glimpse of his back, his hand that was once on the small of your back only a couple hours ago, are now on the mystery girl’s as he leads her around the corner and out the side gate, into the night.

“Y/N, hey! Are you by yourself? Want to hang out with me and Yoongi?”

Jimin’s smiling face appears in front of yours. If he notices the way your eyes are rimmed red with unshed tears, he doesn’t comment on it. Just throws a friendly arm around your shoulders to guide you towards his friends. His excited rambling tickles the shell of your ear as he tries to talk over the blaring music, it having changed to a catchy k-pop song that you love cause it reminded you of Jungkook.

The very person you currently wanted to forget, if only for the rest of the night. As you walk up, Yoongi gives you a silent nod in greeting and you reciprocate the action with a small smile.

They don’t leave your side for the rest of the party, and, dare you say, you actually had a good time. The next morning, you realize, maybe too much of a good time.

[jvngkook97]

Can I request for Jungkook with boobs obsession. Kinda smut ?

I Love Boobies

pairing; vlive!jungkook x female!reader

genre; fluff, humor, smut, established relationship

warnings; menstrual cycle, mentions of blood, period sex, irritable reader, impatient reader, light exhibitionism, mischievous koo, handsy koo, boobie worship, praise kink, nipple play, oral (f receiving), penetration without a condom (reader has IUD), soft sex koo, attentive to your needs koo, only wants the best for you koo, aftercare

rating; 18+ minors dni

w/c; 3,414

a/n; thank you so much for the request! this is my first attempt at full on smut. i’m so sorry if it’s bad. 🫣 shout out to all my fellow 90s babies who were in the ‘I heart boobies’ bracelet craze. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and keeps this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Aunt flow has arrived and it’s kicking your ass.

All you want to do is curl up with a heating pad and eat your sorrows away. The only problem? What you were craving for, you no longer had, having forgot to go grocery shopping this week due to your boyfriend’s hectic schedule.

Said boyfriend was currently doing a vlive in his office, while you were cocooned in a heap of blankets on your shared bed. A new kdrama was on in the background as you tried desperately to just sleep off the day, hoping the cramps and intense burning you felt in your abdomen would ease up by morning.

Your stomach grumbling was telling you otherwise, reminding you of just how little you’ve ate today. The feeling only making you crave your favorite period foods even more, but you knew that there was no way you were going to get up right now to go to the store. That left only one option — Jungkook.

Glancing at your phone, you saw he had about 40 minutes left of the vlive before he normally cuts it off for the night. However, you didn’t know if you could wait that long. In fact, you knew you couldn’t wait that long. Especially when you were starting to get a headache from not eating enough.

Picking up your phone, you opened your messages with Jungkook and began typing.

Koooooooooooooo

Baaaaaaaaaby

Can you do me a favor, please? 🥺

Jungkook was in the middle of answering various questions, getting lost in the stories that would come up due to them, when his phone that was laying to the side off camera lit up with notifications from you. He unlocked his phone to read them, while still trying to speak to ARMY. He typed out his response quickly, before setting his phone back down, but left it unlocked on your conversation to make it easier for him to read and reply back to you.

Kookie 🐰: Hey baby. I’m still doing my vlive rn, can it wait until I’m done?

You groaned in frustration at his answer, knowing that’s what he would say. When a new wave of pain ran through your stomach, you clutched it with your arms and assumed the fetal position for a moment until it passed, whimpering quietly. Once it did, you came to the conclusion that no, it couldn’t wait. You were going to feel terrible at cutting his time with ARMY short, but you’re more than willing to explain on his behalf why it had to happen, even if it meant exposing your womanly woes for the entirety of the world.

Typing out an ultimatum, you knew it was the only way that he would listen. Pressing send, you waited.

Noooo. I need you to go to the store and get my favorite foods, please. And some more medicine and tampons. I’m dying over here, I won’t be able to make it to the store myself. 😭

If you go right now, I’ll let you play with my boobs.

He was taking a swig of his drink, when he read your next texts. His eyes widened as he choked on the liquid that was already halfway down his throat. Hitting his chest, he cleared his throat, then smiled at the camera and reassured ARMY he was fine. Biting his lip at your offer, he pondered ending the vlive early. Sitting sideways away from the camera, he smirked to himself and sent you another text back.

Kookie 🐰: Your offer is very tempting. How about this? I’ll end the vlive right now, if you send me a pic of your boobs. <3

You scoffed to yourself at his response. That cheeky little bastard. If this was how he was going to play, then so be it. You were always up for a challenge. Rather than just send him a pic, you decided to go all out and do something that would make sure you’d win this battle.

Untangling yourself from your cacophony of blankets, your bare feet hit the cool flooring and you let out a hiss. Slowly standing up, you crept your way slowly out of your bedroom and down the hallway towards his office. His door was halfway open, incase you needed to yell at him for some kind of emergency. He was considerate like that, and he trusted you would be quiet otherwise.

When you peeked through the crack of the door, you saw him softly singing one of their songs that you’re positive ARMY requested him to sing. You closed your eyes momentarily to bask in the moment and savor the ethereal sound of your boyfriend’s voice.

Snapping out of it, you got a text ready to send by a press of your thumb. But before you hit send, you made sure to be poised and ready. Grabbing the hem of the bottom of your shirt, you lifted it up and over your chest with one hand, effectively exposing your boobs — hardened nipples from the cold and excitement of the semi exhibitionism and all — then pressed send and waited until he looked down at his phone before you gently pushed the door that was hidden off camera far enough for him to see you clearly.

Look at the door, baby. 🙃

Lost in the song, he didn’t notice his office door swing open, didn’t even bother to look until his eyes flickered to his phone and his brows furrowed in confusion. Finishing the last note in time, he took the opportunity to glance out of his peripheral towards the door.

His entire body tensed up at the way you were posed, just casually leaning against the doorway, the action squishing your boobs together as your arm pushed into one, making you look even more erotic. You bit your lip seductively, and smirked at him. Then you raised your phone up and silently told him to check it again, having sent another text shortly after the first one he didn’t notice yet.

Gulping harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbed. ARMY was none the wiser as to what was happening, only seeing as Jungkook kept himself looking normal for the camera, though his entire body was reacting to your curvy figure in the doorway, waiting for him.

Gaining the strength, he collected himself enough to look at your text. He couldn’t help the low whine that escaped from his closed, pursed lips.

You have one minute to shut it down, or I won’t give you a boob job before you leave for the store. The choice is yours, baby.

With a final wink at him, once he looked at you again, you gave him the peace sign and dropped your shirt. The action making him pout on screen, his eyes still trained on you off camera, as he watched your underwear clad ass bounce lightly as you walked away.

He loved ARMY, but he was still a guy. And he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity you presented for him, especially when he knows sex is off limits during ‘hell week’ as he liked to call it.

Looking genuinely apologetic, he came up with an excuse to end early, promising to hold another vlive soon that would be longer than they already are now. Holding his hands in a prayer sign, he bowed as best he could while sitting down and gave a big, bunny toothed smile. Reaching off camera, he ended the vlive. Not even bothering to fully shut down the computer, he was bolting out of his office and down the hall into the bedroom.

Standing in the opened doorway, his jaw dropped, saliva pooling at his lips and threatening to fall at the sight laid out before him — you. If he thought you looked erotic before, you were absolutely sinful now. He took slow steps towards the bed, discarding his clothes randomly throughout the room, until he was left in nothing but his boxers. The bed dipped as his toned arms flexed deliciously to bring himself further up the bed until he was hovering over your now fully nude body, a large towel placed underneath your bottom in preparation of what’s to come. His knees parted your thighs as he settled himself between you, half sitting and half hovering over you.

“You’re a minx, you know that?” His head ducked down to capture your bottom lip between his teeth as he nipped at it lightly. You smacked his chest playfully, but kept your expression innocent. Trailing your hand down his toned chest that grew taught in reflex, you grabbed the hem of his boxers, only to pull it and abruptly let it go, hearing the ‘snap’ as it hit back against his hips. The slight pain only emphasized what was not so hidden and straining against his tight boxers.

“But you love it, baby. Don’t you?” He swears, you have the face and the body of an angel, but your tone of voice was laced with nothing but sin as you playfully teased him.

“Why is there a towel?” His brow raised in question, knowing it only meant one thing, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up if it’s not what you intended it for. “I thought I was only getting a boob job?”

Now sitting on the balls of his feet, no longer hovering over you, he did what he’s been wanting to do since he first saw you flash him. Taking a handful of your perfectly sized boobs, he gently massaged them, squeezing them at random intervals.

“You still are, but I recently read online that having sex actually helps lessen the pain of cramps. When you have an orgasm, the muscles of your uterus also contract. Then they release. That release should bring some relief from period cramps. Sex also triggers the release of chemicals called endorphins, which make you feel good. And right now? I need you to help me feel good. Can you do that for me, koo?”

Throughout your explanation, he switched his attention to your nipples, rolling the buds between his fingers. Leaning down, he gave open mouthed kisses around your boobs as he gave his response.

“Anything for you, baby girl. I’d want nothing more than to help ease your pain. I’m just glad I can help you through it at all. I’ve always felt helpless otherwise.” He admitted sincerely on your bare skin.

You ran your hands through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as you did so, the way you know he likes it. You smiled softly at his response, your entire body filling with a whole other kind of warmth, other than being turned on. It made your heart happy knowing how he only ever had your best interests at heart, always wanting to help you in the best way he can, even now, in moments like this. How did you get so lucky? You’ll never know.

Feet coming up to his ass, you used your toes in an attempt to shimmy down his boxers, the action only causing a deep rumble in your boyfriend’s chest in the form of a laugh. You pouted at him with wide eyes as he paused his onslaught on your boobs to stare at your face, nothing but pure need and desperation is what looked back at him.

Understanding that right now, as much as he fucking loved your boobs, you needed to be top priority. Sitting back up on the balls of his feet, he made quick work or ridding himself of his boxers. A loud sigh of content came from his mouth as his erection sprung free, long and proud.

He was beautiful. He was perfection. He was yours.

Making grabby hands at him, he smiled softly and complied. Scooting himself up by his knees, his arms came to rest on the pillow on either side of your head. His open mouth hovered over yours as he asked you the one question he always did before penetration.

“Are you ready?” His eyes searched yours for any hesitation, any doubt in continuing. If he had to, he would stop and respect your wishes, no matter how much he wanted to do otherwise. To him, consent was important. Just because you two have been together for years now, and have had sex countless times, he always made sure to get your permission, knowing that it was a privilege to be able to make love to you, not something guaranteed.

“I’m ready, koo. Please.” Your lips graced his at your reply, that had him kissing you so delicately as if you would break at any moment. You deepened the kiss with a slight tilt of your head, pushing up on your elbows to press your chest again his. He moaned into your mouth, and you swallowed it wholeheartedly. Tongues fought for dominance, as he trailed a hand down your stomach and expertly found your bundle of nerves.

Your hips immediately rose up at the contact, and he had to gently press your hips back down into the bed with his own to continue his ministrations. The only beauty of being on your period and having sex, is it doesn’t take as long to reach your first orgasm of the night. It ripples through you in pleasurable waves, and he doesn’t let up on his assault until you reach down between your bodies in order to grip his wrist and push it away from you yourself.

As your body convulsed underneath him, he placed open mouth kisses along the side of your neck, waiting for you to come down from your high before continuing further. Just with that one orgasm alone, you could already tell the difference between how your stomach felt before and now, the cramps having lessened significantly.

“More, koo. More.” You whined breathlessly with half lidded eyes, grasping the sides of his face with your hands to bring his head up and lock his gaze with yours.

Placing a kiss on your forehead, his silent way of saying ‘okay’, he pushes himself back up to hover above your body with one hand, arm straining from the added weight. The other that was still caught between your bodies, now grabs his length to line it up perfectly with your glistening hole. Walls clenching around nothing, you started to get impatient with how slow he was going.

“Jungkook, I swear to all that is holy, if you do not—,” with one snap of his hips, he sheathed himself fully inside of you, cutting your words off as you let out a loud moan at the feeling of being so incredibly full. Pulling back out until the tip only remained, he gave another deep stroke that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape.

“Fuck–yes, koo. Just like that, baby.” You praised him in a gentle, yet sultry tone. One that had him swelling with pride, and restraining himself to keep with the pace and long strokes that seemed to do the trick for you. He sat back up, hands gripping onto your love handles, his deep strokes somehow hitting deeper with the new position. Your hands found purpose in stroking his abs with your fingertips that were tight and prominent with each thrust of his hips into yours.

His eyes were fixated on your boobs that bounced up and down, something you noticed and decided to give him a show. Grabbing both of your boobs, you squished them together, and pushed them up.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” Now it was him praising you, his words only helping spur your impending second orgasm, as he chased his first. His thrusts still kept the same pace, but it wasn’t until you let go of your boobs to grab his hands and place them securely on top of your breasts, making him squeeze them harshly, did his pace change.

You were nothing but a blubbering mess underneath him, your wanton moans getting louder as you got closer to your release. He could feel the way your walls clenched around him, feel the way your boobs molded into his hands, hear the lewd sounds that came from both your arousal and being on your period, and it was more than enough for him to snap his hips into yours a few more times before stilling completely. You could feel him twitch inside you as he released, your own orgasm clenching him tightly and milking him for all that he’s worth.

Once he was finished, he kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally ended on your awaiting, puckered lips. It was a little ritual he always did after you were done. With a lazy, content, smile you gripped the sides of his face with your hands and rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs.

“That was incredible. I feel so much better. Thank you, koo.”

“No, thank you.”

“I’m too tired to top you right now, but I can still give you a boob job?” You offered him with a sleepy smile, feeling bad that he only had one orgasm over your two. Food being long forgotten after your tiring antics.

“It’s okay, baby girl. It can wait until tomorrow. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? Then you can sleep.” Your eyes were already beginning to close as he answered you. Your sleepy, content form, only made him laugh quietly to himself as he slowly and carefully pulled out and sat back up.

Thankfully, there wasn’t much mess to clean up. He used the towel that was laid underneath you to first wipe you, then took care of himself before shuffling off the bed to stand back up. He threw the towel in the dirty clothes hamper that sat in the corner of the room, and began searching for your underwear that was somewhere on the floor. Finding them, he bent to pick them up along with his own boxers that landed close, yanking them on.

Sitting next to your feet on the bed, he slipped your feet through the holes and swiftly slid up your underwear. He made sure to check if the pad you wore was still clean beforehand, which it was, before your underwear were once again secure on your lower half of your body.

He walked to his dresser and pulled out two clean shirts, a plain black one for him, and your favorite of his that you always liked to steal and wear because it was loose and comfy. Tugging his own shirt on, he opted to go to bed without sweats on and just his boxers, his body still cooling off from the strenuous workout he just had with you.

Walking back up to your half asleep form, he set the shirt you were going to wear on the bed next to you. Lightly shaking your shoulder so as not to startle you, he spoke softly.

“Y/N? Baby? Can I put this shirt on you? It’s your favorite~,” he quietly sung, coaxing you to sit up enough for him to slide it over your head and successfully getting your arms through the holes, before he laid you back down. Grabbing onto the blankets that got shoved towards the end of the bed, he pulled them up until they lay just below your chin. Reflexively, you snuggled into the blankets with now closed eyes, a quiet exhale emitting from your slightly parted lips as you fell asleep.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, he gazed at your sleeping form with nothing but pure, unadulterated, unconditional, love. Giving you one last forehead kiss, he turned off the lights and made his way to the opposite side of the bed — his side.

Lifting the covers, he carefully slid underneath them to lay sideways close to your body, making sure not to jostle the bed too much and awaken you from your peaceful slumber. Throwing an arm over your figure, his hand went to lay on top of your stomach as he rubbed soothing circles until his own eyes began closing from his own exhaustion creeping in.

Before he fully succumbed, he made a promise to himself to get up early enough in the morning to go to the store and get you everything you asked for so you can have it when you woke up.

A tired, husky, barely audible ‘I love you’ slipped past his lips, and he was out.

[jvngkook97]

Can you write "Baby kicks" for Jungkook? 👶🍼

Knockout

synopsis; in which Jungkook feels your baby kick for the first time and nearly gets KO’ed in the process.

pairing; boxer!dad!jungkook x pregnant!reader

genre; fluff, humor, established relationship, domestic au, slice of life au, pregnancy au, drabble

warnings; BOXER koo, DAD koo, those are pretty much all the warnings you need tbh, oh and minor suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit (cause I couldn’t resist hehe)

rating; 18+

w/c; 1,003

a/n; this request got me in my FEELS let me tell ya. it’s been so long since I’ve written for daddy!koo and I can’t thank you enough anon for spurring the inspiration to bring him back! hope it helps you and your daddy!koo needs as well! don’t be a silent reader! <3 like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer (and many others!) motivated to put out more content – like this! all the love, always.

networks; @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet, @k-vanity

One swift punch left, one jab right.

The onslaught seemed to be never ending.

Jungkook pauses in his workout when he hears you let out another groan within the span of less than five minutes.

The punching bag in front of him swings back and forth like a pendulum, and he watches it for a moment, getting lost in a state of zoning out.

“Jesus!”

You try to muffle the way you used the Lord’s name in vain with the sleeve of your sweater (Jungkook’s actually), biting into the thick material with your teeth clenched so hard that when he whips his head to look at you he can see your jaw muscles tighten considerably.

His eyes soften, facial features dropping at your very obvious discomfort. Pivoting on his bare feet, he walks off the thin, blue mat and towards your slightly hunched over figure. While he walks, he takes off both boxing gloves and shoves them underneath one armpit to hold. Using the other hand he uses the back of it to wipe off the sweat that drips along his forehead, the last hour and a half of his workout having taken a toll on his body.

Kneeling down in front of you, he winces when he hears a pop from one of his knees, a sign of his ripe age of 30. Your loose hair is hanging in front you like a shield, and though he can’t lock eyes with you, he can hear your muffled snicker. It makes his eyes narrow.

“What was that, y/n?”

Your entire body grows rigid when his voice penetrates the silence and you slowly sit back up against the back of the chair, hair now only half shielding your face so he can see atleast one eye and half of a sheepish smile spread across your guilty lips.

With a light puff of breath, you blow the hair away from your mouth that settles itself there at your new position. Before you can do it yourself – a slender, tattooed hand rises within your vision to push your hair back and tuck it behind your ear. The same hand begins to caress your cheek, one thumb running over your jawline slowly that has your eyes beginning to droop from how nice it feels, but when they get half closed, they widen open once again at the light pressured pat on your cheek.

He taps once. You glare.

“Hey!”

He taps again. You secure your hand over his.

“That’s for snickering at my popping knees.”

You pout cutely, brows furrowed in mock anger. He makes a point to rub the middle of your forehead to erase the wrinkles when he frees his hand from yours. Your once feigned angered expression scrunches into one of pain when a sharp punch hits you within your stomach.

Both of your attentions get drawn instantly to your bulging 37 week pregnant belly. You both just stare and wait.

What looks like a tiny little foot makes the surface of your skin stretch up and mold into it for a split second then just as quickly disappears as soon as it comes, leaving your belly jiggling lightly in it’s wake. At the sight, even Jungkook flinches along with you, him not expecting to see such a strong kick from your baby.

His hand presses down on the spot you both just saw your baby kick, and once again, you both wait. This time it occurs again, but not as harshly, just enough for Jungkook to feel it against the palm of his hand. After your baby retreats, Jungkook gets an idea. Instead of placing his hand back on your belly, he begins to lower his head.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I just chugged some banana milk not too long ago so this babe is really feeling it now.”

“What banana milk?”

Oops. You forgot that he doesn’t know that you know he has a secret stash kept at the gym. Cat’s out of the bag now.

The sheepish look appears on your face like earlier, and deep within his gut he just knows.

“How long?”

You make a show of popping your lips, lightly drumming your fingers atop your belly as you answer, voice small and barely audible. He leans his head further towards you to hear you better, unknowingly putting himself in the perfect position to be within the danger zone.

“Y/N~.” He warns lightly, voice becoming sing-songy as he stretches out your name purposely.

“Koo~.” You mimic him perfectly.

“How long have you known about—,” he sucks in a sharp breath with a hiss, retreating back from your figure with a hand rubbing the side of his face to nurture the sore spot he just received. Not expecting the sudden punch, he lands flat on his ass from losing his balance that was already wobbly as he put his full body weight on his feet due to kneeling.

“Jesus fuc—,”

You slap your hands over your mouth with a surprised gasp, attempting to stop the bubble of laughter that was building steadily within your throat. The action causing your already moving belly to move even more. Your eyes began to water from holding your laughter in, light bursts slipping through your pursed lips. When his piercing glare diverts from your belly and onto you do you finally let it out.

Throwing your head back, he can’t help the light twitch of his lips as he bites back a smile at your bellowing form. You start stomping your feet on the floor as you laugh that causes a slightly annoyed look to appear on his face.

“Ha. Ha. Laugh it up, baby. You’ll be paying for this later at home, where your knees will be popping when you’re the one kneeling.”

He laughs humorlessly, sardonically even, arms crossed over his chest that makes his muscles flex deliciously, a sight that has your lips parting of their own accord and thighs rubbing together.

That shuts you up.

[jvngkook97]

Killing Me Softly

synopsis; you wake up from a night of fun, yet one you barely remember. your vampire bff ghosts you and your past comes to haunt you in the worst way possible. OR they say that blood is thicker than water, but what do you do when the person you trust most turns out to be the monster you’ve always been warned about?

pairing; vampire!jungkook x human!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, horror, smut(for later chapters), f2l, vampire au

warnings; cursing, jealousy, lots of confusion on reader’s part, moments of self doubt, flashbacks, mentions of blood, mentions of committing a violent act, familiar faces, soft vampire!koo moments, more horror tropes, some new competition for reader??

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 5,444

a/n; FIRST OFF THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE. this is part two of ‘sucker for love’. highly recommend reading that first chapter in order to understand what’s going on. don’t be a silent reader! <3 i can’t express enough how much all of your kind words and encouragement genuinely fuel my inspiration. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated in order to put out more content – like this! all the love, always.

networks; @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet, @k-vanity

01. 02. 03

“Have we learned our lesson now?”

Your roommate, Valerie, leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, arms crossed over her chest. You flipped her the middle finger without looking, head still inside the toilet as your stomach relieved itself of whatever poison you ingested. An insult was on the tip of your tongue, but was silenced by another strong heave taking over. She had a point, you were never good when it came to parties and going overboard on drinking, but you would never admit it to her.

Your stomach was still churning from last night’s events, but settled enough for you to sit back against the wall of the bathtub and actually try to think on what the fuck happened. The last thing you remember clearly is Jungkook ditching you, hanging out with Jimin and Yoongi who saved you from being a loner at Namjoon’s party, leaving said party to head to another party once Namjoon shut his down with a group of people you weren’t quite familiar with, and then – nothing. Literally, nothing. It’s all a blank in your mind.

November 1st, 2022 9:04am

When you woke up this morning, you were in your own bed. Your head was a rat’s nest, your makeup was smeared, your clothes were dirty, ripped, and there was little specks of blood on the collar of your costume. Upon further inspection, you realize your cape was long gone and one of your heels was broken. So how you managed to get home on one working heel is beyond you.

What boggled your mind further was the flurry of texts you found on your phone once you plugged it in to charge. Apparently, your phone died sometime during your nightly shenanigans. Reading the texts, it was Jimin asking you where you were and if you were okay. Multiple calls and voicemails followed.

He sounded worried, scared even.

But, that made no sense, why would he feel the need to be so worried about you? Wasn’t he with you the whole time? Yoongi? As soon as you could focus well enough to type out a reply, you told him that you were at home and alive and left it at that. Shortly after sending, the ‘read’ notification pops up, those three bubbles form, and then disappear. You give him another few minutes, but they never return. Huffing, you throw your phone carelessly on the bed, it bounces off and lands on the floor.

Groaning in annoyance, you sink to your knees next to your bed when you realize it must’ve slid underneath when it bounced. Feeling around, your hand bumps into something sharp. You flinch and hiss, cradling your hand to your chest as you inspect the little dot of blood that builds on your fingertip. What the hell?

Now laying sideways on your stomach on the floor, your head turned to look under your bed, you get a better view. Instantly, you hone in on your phone, then use the flashlight on it to illuminate the sharp mystery object.

It was a knife. A bloody knife.

Your eyes widen in horror.

What did you do last night?

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

November 5th, 2022 7:52pm

Remember, remember—

You needed answers.

You needed to remember.

Ones that would explain why you’re currently concealing a potential murder weapon that’s now wrapped in an old raggedy shirt, in a dusty old shoebox, underneath your queen sized bed that ironically has a ‘Halloween’ themed throw blanket on top of it. The main antagonist wielding a knife that looked the exact same, the tip of it also adorning blood.

What can you say?

You’re a major fan of horror movies.

That’s not suspicious at all, though, right? It wouldn’t scream that you have a bloody knife of your own hidden just beneath the surface, right?

Even as you tug down the sleeves of your Freddy Krueger replica sweater you bought from Hot Topic in hopes of fighting off the bone chilly air of November, your thoughts are not only on the fact you may or may not have participated in someone’s demise last night, but they also drift to Jungkook who you haven’t heard or seen since he left you on Halloween night.

Normally, on nights where he has to feed, you wake up in the morning with him in your room just reading one of your books. The curtains are drawn, but he basks in the little warmth of the sun that his skin can handle as he lounges on your reading nook. Generally, it’s a Stephen King novel. He’s finished majority of them. Those days are the best, cause he chooses to be with you, knowing he can’t leave until it gets dark again.

Getting lost in thought, you mindlessly keep walking down the cobblestone path that’s usually quite popular with locals, but right now is barren all except for you—

—and the black cat that scurries across your feet, making you fumble before catching your footing in time so as not to fall flat on your face. The split second fall triggers both an adrenaline rush and a memory you thought you suppressed. You freeze. The wind whips your hair back and forth, some strands get stuck on your wet, slightly parted lips. Your eyes are unblinking, lost in the nightmare. The creases of your eyes begin to fill with tears and you feel a scream bubbling up your throat—

A hand on your shoulder brings you back.

You blink, the tears cease. You close your mouth, pushing your hair behind your ear. Turning around, you follow the hand to the body it’s attached too. Confusion flickers on your face, then is replaced by surprise.

It was the girl. Dracula girl.

From the party.

The ‘lady of the night’ that Jungkook chose.

She’s wearing a tight smile, lips painted a light red. It’s a sharp contrast that stands out against her pale, almost ghostly white skin. Though, that’s not what shocks you the most.

No, it’s her eyes.

Her red eyes.

“You’re y/n, right? Jungkook told me about you. Have a moment to talk?”

What the fuck did Jungkook do that night?

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“No.”

Your voice is hard, resolute. Your hands dig into the fabric of your jeans that are hidden from the top of one of the wooden picnic tables scattered throughout the local park. Your body is shaking, but it’s not from the cold. You refuse to believe what she – Jules – just told you.

It was impossible.

“Yes. It was your roommate. Valerie.”

Memories flash through your mind of the many years you’ve spent being best friends with your roommate, Valerie. She had her weird quirks, sure. Maybe you thought it was a bit strange when she would go out every Halloween by herself and never tell you where she goes. But besides that, she was just your sarcastic, mutual horror enthusiast, slightly odd and reserved best friend. You didn’t think she was capable of murder.

Nonetheless, be the hunter of vampires.

When you met Valerie, it wasn’t too long after the incident. It was at this local hole in the wall two in one book store and cafe called ‘Novels and Noodles’. You were slurping on some noodles when she first walked in. Your eyes flickered to hers for a moment, but then you went back to eating and paying no mind. A seat was open opposite you that she soon took upon herself to occupy, yet still, you didn’t bother attempting small talk. Back then, you became more reserved and cautious of those around you. He being the sole cause of it.

“Have an interest with vampires?”

After one last loud ‘slurp’ of a noodle, you pushed your now empty bowl aside and dabbed your mouth with a napkin before speaking. Bookmarking your page in the book you were reading, ‘Vampires for Dummies’, you then folded your hands on top of it and looked at her, fully.

Her style stood out the most to you. It was very gothic, yet girly. Mainly black, with subtle bursts of color here and there. Kinda like how you liked to dress when you weren’t wearing horror franchise merchandise. She had a few extra piercings in her ears where a small silver, slender dagger hung off a chain from her left ear. A necklace of a silver cross dangled surreptitiously between the exposed cleavage of her breasts due to the low cut neckline of her shirt as she leaned towards you with her elbows on the table, hands flat. A variety of rings were on her fingers, but one always stood out to you, cause it looked like a family crest you would see from the medieval days.

“I do, do you?”

“You could say that. Do you believe in ghosts?”

“I don’t have the ability of seeing them like Cole Sear, but I do believe in the idea of an afterlife.”

“I see dead people.”

You gave a snort at her reference, especially since she made an effort to sound small and scared to recite the line, leaning her body even more towards yours to the point of no longer sitting in her chair and rather fully bending in half over the table so you can hear her whisper it clearly.

She gave a light cackle of laughter as she plopped herself back down in her chair, her smile wide with mischief and eyes full of trouble. It was then that you knew you would get along well. Nothing was suspicious about her then, but now you wish you did ask the question that was on the tip of your tongue. Maybe you wouldn’t be as shocked as you were right now.

Jules atleast had the decency to play the part of a sympathetic human being, but you knew she found the whole thing entertaining, if not for the slight twitch of the curve of her lips that she tried to conceal with her hand over her mouth.

“Can we start at the beginning? Please? Like what the fuck happened the night of Halloween?”

“Well, you know I left with Jungkook.”

“Yes, well aware, thank you. But what happened after that?”

Her once playful demeanor turned into a more closed in one. Her smile dropped, flipping upside down into a frown. Her eyes became hollow as she stared at you, yet right through you at the same time. For a minute, she actually did look human.

“He took me to that cemetery that’s a few streets away, I can’t remember the name–,” her brows furrowed as she genuinely tried to remember it. You decided to help her out.

“Pearly Gates?”

She snapped her fingers, pointing at you to indicate you were right.

“That’s the one. We were–,”

You put a hand up, dumbfounded look on your face.

“Wait, wait, wait. You willingly went with him to a cemetery so late at night? You didn’t see that as some kind of red flag?”

She chooses to ignore you completely in favor of continuing the story. She knows you’re not wrong, she should’ve seen the multiple red flags, but by the time her rose colored glasses were removed – it was too late.

“We were strolling through gravestones for almost 10 minutes, then he made us stop at this above ground mausoleum that was located near the back. I remember thinking the design was so beautiful. It blew my mind the amount of intricate detail that was used on it, even though it was centuries old.”

For a few minutes she got lost in explaining the design in vivid details, and though you agreed with her completely, you were getting impatient.

“Right. Yes. Sounds amazing. And then?”

She pauses midway through her spiel to give you a piercing glare, but obliges your request.

“He had a key. We went inside. We made out. He’s really skilled with his–,”

“I do not need those vivid details, thank you.”

She just shrugs you off with a sinister smirk painted on her lips.

“I thought he was going to leave a hickey with the amount of pressure I was feeling against my neck, but before I knew it his teeth were sinking into me and surprisingly I didn’t care.”

You blanched at her words.

“Uh, what?”

“Honestly? Yeah, it hurts at first. But eventually it just feels so fucking good.” Her voice gradually turns light and airy at the end of her statement, eyes glossing over as if she’s reliving the moment right there in front of you.

A feeling grows within you at her reaction. Jealousy. It was stupid, it was illogical, but there it was. Casually growing within you, and soon, it’ll take over and blossom into a flower of chaos. You’re sure of it. For now, it was but a vine, but as it curls around your insides and slithers it’s way towards your heart, thorns prick and dig in to ensure a home within you.

“That’s when she came. Your roommate. Knocked on the side of the threshold to announce herself, twirling a wooden stake in one hand, and the other was placed on the hilt of what looked to be a knife that was latched in a sheath on her belt loop.”

Her breathing began to pick up, eyes now downcast on the table in front of you. For the first time since she started talking, you felt your own sympathy for the newly turned vampire. She didn’t ask for this, that much was certain. The only question that remained was as to why Jungkook decided to turn her – or rather what occurred to spur the life altering decision.

Offering a moment of solidarity between you both, you place one hand over hers on the table. If she’s consoled by it, she makes no move to show, though she does describe the events in morbid detail.

“She was so fast, aiming the stake for Jungkook. That much so, it didn’t register to either her or I when the stake missed Jungkook, who was gone in a flash it felt like, and instead sunk in right below my breast.”

Your eyes widened. You stayed silent.

“As I looked at her, she showed no remorse. Not an ounce. At least Jungkook had the decency to show some semblance of guilt. Probably why he ended up turning me after their little fight was over and she fled, couldn’t handle the fact that an innocent life was taken in place of his. Whatever it was, as much as I appreciate the gesture of goodwill–,”

Her voice quieted, eyes remained downcast as she spoke her next words with eerie confidence and absolute truth.

“I wish he had just left me to die.”

A sharp inhale could be heard from your end as you squeeze her hand to comfort her in the only way you as a human know how.

“She only used the stake that night, correct? Not the knife?”

She finally tears her gaze from the splintering wood to stare at your curious ones.

“Yes. Just the stake. Why?”

“Fuck.”

You let go of her hand in favor of running yours through your hair anxiously. It causes Jules to now stare at you in curiosity.

“Why are you so worried about the knife, y/n?”

You bite your lip, contemplating on whether or not you can actually divulge such a truth, then think, fuck it.

“There’s a bloody knife hidden in a dusty ass shoebox underneath my bed right now and I have no remembrance of how it came into my possession or why there’s even blood. Safe to say, I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“You think you actually have the gall to murder someone? Or do you believe it’s the same knife as your vampire hunter roommate?”

“The latter, hopefully. But if you didn’t see her use it, that begs the question on if she used it later on that night, or I did.”

“That’s quite the conundrum you’re in, y/n.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Blowing out a puff of glacial air, you glance at the lock screen on your phone that’s been laying on the table next to you the entire time. Not once has it gone off, but when you tap the screen and see Jungkook’s fangy smile, does your heart drop into your stomach.

Working up the nerve, you once again look across into the eyes of Jules.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

Her shoulders raise as she lets out her own puff of air, her body going lax with indifference.

“No idea. Woke up in his house, he gave me some lessons on how to be a good vampire for a couple of days, then left on some kind of quest–,” she puts air quotes up. “–his words not mine. Gave me your address and showed me a picture of you incase I wanted some company that knew about vampires. Then promised he would be back soon and to behave.”

“How did you know the person who attacked you was my roommate then?”

“Oh, he told me. He didn’t sound surprised with her appearance though. It’s like they had some sort of familiarity with each other as they fought. Like they could predict each other’s moves. It was weird.”

“What the fuck.”

You were thoroughly confused. How the hell could they know each other and not tell you?

“That’s what I’ve been saying from the moment I was reborn, as Jungkook so poetically spewed at me.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

After your epiphany of a talk with Jules, who swore up and down she wouldn’t go on a killing spree in your small town, you found yourself once again walking back home. Instead of the short, creepy, dark forest route — you opted for the long way home surrounded by various mom and pop outlet stores and eateries.

Big mistake. You should’ve known that being from your small town and daring to venture near a popular hangout strip of said town would promote the dreaded small talk to occur with people you’d rather avoid at the moment.

“Y/N!”

You pretend to not hear the owner of the voice in hopes they’ll leave you alone, picking up your pace. It does nothing to dissuade them from getting closer and using one of their long, lanky, arms to swivel around your shoulder and veer your short frame towards their broad chest. Your feet tangle in the process, and you lean more into the figure in hopes of regaining your footing sooner rather than later.

Their other arm joins the first to fully envelope your body with theirs in a now tight hug, something they’re famously known for. That and–

They pull away enough for you to inhale a good amount of fresh air, before your lips feel a chaste pressure against them. The feeling is light and feathery, then it’s gone just as quick as it arrived. A boxy smile is now taking up your entire line of vision and you internally groan at the male before you, Taehyung — your ex.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, y/n! How’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know. Chilling, killing.”

He lets out an exaggerated bellow of laughter that he leans his whole body backwards to get into. You take the chance to slither out of his hold and gain a few feet of sweet, sweet distance. You purse your lips, only half joking with your statement, since you’re still not sure what the story is behind the bloody knife.

“Ever the horror fanatic. You haven’t changed one bit, y/n.”

“Nope.”

“When Jimin told me that you hung out at a party, I must say, I was very surprised. Never thought you would step foot in one since you didn’t seem interested in them when we were dating.”

Jimin. Right. Though your ex left town years ago, even before the incident, he makes a point to come back every now and then to visit his dear friend. Maybe this meeting can be fruitful for you after all. You just have to endure his touchy, feely personality for a little while longer.

“Yeah, well. You know better than anyone that people change, Taehyung.”

His smile is still present on his face, but it becomes more tight, losing its previous sincerity. He clears his throat and goes to talk when he’s interrupted by another voice you recognize.

“Leave y/n alone, Taehyung. She doesn’t want to hear about your ridiculously expensive travel expeditions.”

You can see Taehyung’s face clearly annoyed when he rolls his eyes at the comment made on his lifestyle. It takes all you have not to laugh, biting your lip to prevent the smile that wanted to make it’s debut at the male’s displeasure. Taehyung turns sideways to make some kind of snarky, yet good natured retort back and thus shows your savior in all his glory.

Min Yoongi. One half of the truth that occurred that Halloween night. Maybe he could help shed some light on the shadowed memories of your mind.

Yoongi makes a point to step inbetween you both, hands firmly tucked into his black windbreaker. His medium length long hair whips back and forth for a moment when the wind kicks up, leaves caressing your feet and ankles due to the strong gust. Some even float across your face that you subconsciously follow with your eyes until it becomes one with the night sky.

It’s not until Yoongi addresses you with a warm hand on your shoulder blade, does your attention get diverted back. Thankfully, Taehyung is long gone, presumably within the confines of one of the many stores around you.

“You feeling okay, y/n?” His voice is both the usual monotone, yet there’s a hint of warmth within the question, as if he’s genuinely concerned with your well being.

It takes you a moment to digest, then repress the urge to lay everything on the poor, unsuspecting guy. He doesn’t need to get dragged into your shitty problems.

“I’m uh, good. Thank you.”

You try to sound convincing, you do. But he sees right through the minuscule tremble in your voice and narrows his almond shaped eyes into yours.

“You’re a terrible liar. You know that?”

A nervous grin appears, and you hug yourself in an attempt to play it off. He was always too keen on reading nonverbal cues, being ever the silent one for as long as you’ve known him. Him preferring to talk with gestures and grunts.

“Did they do anything to you?”

Your brows furrow in confusion, head tilting to the side.

“Who are they?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No…? Should I?”

He runs the hand that was once on your shoulder, now through his silky black hair. He puffs his cheeks for a second, then let’s it go.

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you go with them. But your friend was with them so I thought–,” he scuffles his foot on the wet cobblestone beneath you in aggravation.

“What friend, Yoongi?”

“I’m not good with names, uhm. Veronica? Vicky?”

“Valerie.”

“Her. Yes. She was with these guys who were all dressed in the same black garb and wore this white mask, it was weird. She was the only girl, but didn’t seem intimidated in the least bit by them. And now that I think about it..,”

You may have been physically in front of him, but in your mind you were far away. Men in black, with white masks? The only image that fits that description for you is one from your nightmares. You can feel your heart rate increase, and it takes everything in you not to break down in front of Yoongi.

“…neither did you, y/n. Actually, you went more than willingly. What made me cautious for your safety was the knife that your friend was brandishing so haphazardly in front of your face as she waved bye to us and you all were gone.”

“Knife? Like, a real knife? Not a prop?”

He nods his head in answer before explaining his reasoning.

“Would’ve thought it was fake, had it not been for the glare that caught my eye and reflected back on your face.”

“Huh, that’s quite–,”

“Horrifying?”

“Fun.”

He deadpans at your joke.

“Kidding! It’s all good. I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“Y/N–,”

You take a step back, shooting finger guns at him.

“Gotta jet. But it was nice talking with you. See you around!”

Before he can utter a reply, your figure becomes nothing but a dot in the distance until he loses sight of you completely. He lets out a low exhale, face void of emotion. You didn’t give him the chance to tell you one small, minor, detail from that night.

That right before you left with the group, he could swear that your eyes flashed this mixed shade of your usual color and red.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“What a fucking day.”

You mumble face down in your pillow as you ungracefully threw yourself on your bed, having finally made it back home to the safe confines of your bedroom without running into anyone else. Not even your roommate, who seems to be out and about, and for that, you’re grateful. Lord knows you’re not good at acting.

“Tell me about it. What took you so long to come back home?”

Your head instantly shoots up and you lock eyes with a welcomed intruder who seems to have made themselves comfortable on your reading nook, a decent sized book held in one hand lazily as he flips the page with a bored expression. His focus is on the words, his eyes moving back and forth as he reads.

“You little shit.”

Your hostile tone is what causes his eyes to flicker to yours in amusement, one brow arching in question. Bookmarking the page, he closes the book gently, laying it on the window sill next to him before slowly standing up to his full height. You scramble to your own feet, standing on the bed.

When he gets close enough, you flying squirrel yourself at him, him catching your body effortlessly. Your legs hook around his waist, arms securing around his neck as you bury your face into his cool skin. Your words are muffled as you speak, and he can’t hear you clearly when you berate him.

“What was that? I don’t speak mumble, y/n.”

His voice is teasing, as he mindlessly and ceremoniously breathes in your comforting scent with closed eyes. Oh, how he’s missed this.

How he’s missed you.

When you break away enough to be face to face with him, he’s surprised to see tears streaming down your face. His once playful exterior turns into one of concern, his mouth opening to question your current state, but there’s no need when you explain in detail what’s been going on the last few days.

He takes it all in, all the while maneuvering you both to your bed where your butt still rests on his closed legs. His hands now find purpose in cupping the sides of your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears as they come. When you finish, and the tears slowly dry, does he speak.

“I guess now is a good time as any to come clean.”

“Jungkook? What do you mean?”

“About your roommate, your best friend, Valerie.”

You don’t miss the way he sharpens his tongue when he says the words, and you wonder if he’s jealous, or just downright loathes her.

“Yes, that would be fantastic.”

“We should get more comfy, it’s gonna be awhile.”

He then goes on to explain how their paths initially crossed. It was long before you ever came into the picture. Back then, she wasn’t alone in her pursuit of him and rather preferred to hunt in a group. Much to your dismay, he confirms Yoongi’s prior description of the people she hangs around with and what they wear. It makes your breathing hitch. He notices, pausing in his rant to make sure you’re okay with him touching on the next subject of your attacker and that traumatic night. All you do is nod. He continues.

When he saw your attacker in the same outfit as the ones who hung out with Valerie, he knew that she must be closing in on his whereabouts. Something, he said, he’s been successful up until this point with concealing. It wasn’t until he caught sight of her with you at the bookstore where you first met her, that he knew positively she was back.

He never in his wildest dreams imagined that she would go so far as to use you to get closer in killing him. He wanted to believe she just wanted to make an honest friend of you, and so he made sure to only come to you on the days she was gone so as not to intervene. So long as she didn’t hurt you, he didn’t see any problems with you maintaining the friendship.

That was, until Halloween night.

She showed up with her usual minions in tow, but what he didn’t expect was for your little red riding hood costume clad figure to be standing next to her, with a knife.

Your eyes widened in horror at his next words.

“…..that’s when you stabbed me, but don’t worry, it can’t kill me obviously. And it’s already healed. What I don’t know is how she was able to control you. That is the mystery I’m currently trying to solve.”

“You’re saying that the bloody knife that I hid underneath my bed has your blood all over it?”

“Yes, but y/n, you have to realize–,”

It physically pains him when you tear yourself away from him as if he’s a raging fire and you just got third degree burns. Even more when you place yourself as far away from him as possible with the guiltiest look on your face he’s ever seen anyone wear.

His eyes soften, and he cautiously gets up to walk close to your shaking form.

“Y/N, love–,”

A broken whimper comes from you, and if he had a heart, it would be split in two at this point.

“It’s not your fault, okay? I don’t blame you, I’m not mad at you. And I’m fine. See?”

He shrugs his jacket off to then unbutton his long sleeved dress shirt. Sliding his right arm out of the material, he showcases his now bare chest to you. You inch closer and he grabs your extended hand to place it on the spot right above his heart. The skin there is flawless, no blemish in sight. Even though your fingers still glide over his cooled skin and you can feel the truth in his words, you believe your eyes are just deceiving you, letting you see only what you want to see in order to keep you sane.

“This is where it went in, and let me once again reiterate that it was. Not. You.”

His hands are on your shoulders, lightly shaking you. His voice is firm, yet soft.

“I know my y/n wouldn’t hurt a fly–,”

“I own a fly swatter and have murdered millions of fly families.”

He ignores you.

“–nonetheless me. Just like I would never hurt you. I’m just sorry I wasn’t there to prevent them from using you.”

“I’m sorry, koo.”

Your voice is small, so small, it’s a good thing he has very good hearing or he wouldn’t have heard your sorrowful apology. It makes his undead heart weep.

“Baby, come here.”

He pulls you taught against his chest and you take solace in his embrace. As he sways you both back and forth, you know you should be focused on solely him, but your mind can’t help but wander to forbidden, repressed territory.

It only makes you press further into him until you both are essentially one, your shaking increasing as well as the sound of your muffled sobs. Later, you’ll apologize for getting his shirt all wet and throw it in the dryer to make dry.

A loud slamming of the front door is what ceases your movement, your breathing. A voice echoes throughout your apartment and your fear only heightens.

“Y/N! You home, girl? I got this new horror movie that just went straight to DVD and plenty of snacks to fill our bellies!”

Her footsteps quiet, before becoming louder as she decreases the distance between the living room and yours. You can even hear the jingle of her metal chain belt she chose to wear today, the clinking only making the weight in your chest that much more prominent.

You and Jungkook look at each other.

Valerie was home, with Jungkook in your room.

Shit.

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(Tae)ke Me On

synopsis; where taehyung is no stranger to seducing tourists and reader is a stranger to flirty photographers – but not one night stands. when in France, do as the French do, no?

pairing; photographer!taehyung x tourist!female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, Paris au, photographer au, tourist au

warnings; some minor manipulation in the form of jealousy, cursing, dancing with two left feet, ice cream dates and indirect kisses, museum dates and art appreciation, the realization that moments are fleeting and so are feelings, explicit sexual content, dirty talk in French, soft and dominant taehyung, equally as soft and dominant reader, overstimulation, determination, bliss, cold sheets, warm hearts and lingering memories

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 5,507

a/n; taehyung just looks so pretty in Paris that I had to write something about it. this is loooong overdue and I’m so sorry but writer’s block is real y’all. be sure to give your fav authors some love cause it can be hard. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content – like this! all the love, always.

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Paris, France — the proclaimed Ville d'Amour.

To you, it was a time well needed to get away from the stress of reality. The dead-end job, the shitty ex-boyfriend, the dull daily routine of life that was in desperate need of change.

To him, you were just another carefree, albeit gorgeous, tourist who saw things through rose-colored glasses.

And he couldn’t wait to crack them.

The air felt crisp, cold, and clear.

The skies were a effervescent shade of blue, with pillowy clouds scattered about. The hustle and bustle of tourists and residents around you served as a raucous kind of lullaby as you closed your eyes and savored all that this city had to offer - not noticing the photographer who saw you through his lens at a short distance away.

He pretended to be taking photos of the flowers that bloomed behind you, the various colors only enhancing the beauty that was naturally you. He inched ever so closer, just enough to angle his body in a way to capture the peaceful expression on your face within his lens crosshairs.

It was one lone click, followed by the sound of a shutter closing and opening on a camera that had your eyes blinking themselves open. For a second, you saw nothing as your eyesight once again needed time to focus on the light surrounding you instead of the dim darkness that was your eyelids.

When the blurry settled, and the saturation and vibrancy of the scenery around you sharpened, did you fixate your wondering gaze to the male who looked at you, peaking his head slightly above the frame of his camera. A hint of a dimple could be seen, as well as his boxy, closed mouth smile.

“J’adore ton sourire.”

{“I love your smile.”}

The once serene look on your face turned to one of shyness, your smile still present - bigger, but demeanor shrinking in on itself. You had no clue what he spoke, but the gentle way his eyes shined at you had your body yearning for more from the mystery male. He adored the way your cheeks let off a cherry hue, and could only daydream how they would look along with your skin as your body writhed with pleasure underneath him. Or, if he had a choice, above him.

Only one way to find out.

“Je peux vous offrir un verre?”

{“Can I buy you a drink?”}

You said the one word you knew in French, having memorized quite a few social phrases before coming, so you knew what he asked. Though forward, you welcomed the thrill — the adventure — as a foreigner.

“Oui.”

{“Yes.”}

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Monday

You threw your head back in laughter as he dipped your now bent over figure gracefully, your arm secured around his neck and his at the curve of your back. When he pulled you back in, your chest was flush against his. In your liquor induced haze, you missed the way his eyes flashed with a hidden glint to them, the seemingly permanent smile on his face never faltering.

“I thought you said you were a bad dancer?” He eyed you dubiously, and you let out a snort of laughter, hand raising to cover your nostrils and mouth with wide eyes.

He let out a boisterous laugh and gently tugged your hand away from your face, the glint gone, but replaced with a now playful and mischievous air. You opted to fan your face instead, the humidity of the small pub and humility of your rather unladylike action taking a toll on your emotions and body respectively.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

His deep, baritone, voice filled your mind as he encompassed you into a tight hug, his mouth outlining the shell of your ear. This dude loved touching in any way, shape, or form. You chalked it up to his lineage, his facial features resembled that of Asian descent and yet his personality and mannerisms screamed French. To you, it was a dangerous duo, but you couldn’t get enough.

When he told you that he spoke three different languages, including yours, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. You couldn’t even begin to fathom how one could know so many, but the prospect of him teaching you a different language filled you with excitement, a promise he said he would own up to when you agreed to see each other again after today.

“We should call it a night, yeah?”

Your legs felt like noodles, your head was fuzzy, and images were slightly blurred. It wasn’t until you leaned your full body weight against him, did you come to the realization that you were beyond tired and still jet lagged. His hands stabilized your wobbly figure with a firm grip on your waist.

Blowing out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you replied.

“Yeah–I should head back to my hotel.”

“Would you like me to get you a cab?”

“Please.”

His hand hovered on the small of your back as you slowly made your way to the front of the club. The immediate relief you felt as you stepped onto the sidewalk had you tilting your head up to the now night sky, a multitude of stars twinkling alongside the crescent moon.

A drunken night goer collided into you, sending your already unstable self backwards into the awaiting arms of your savior. His arms encased your torso with a vice grip, his own heels digging into the cracked concrete in order to be sure that he didn’t go falling himself. He threw a curse word that went unheard at the inebriated back of the mystery person – and even though you knew it was a bad word, the way it sounded in French as he shouted it over your head had your body warming with a mix of emotions.

Majority of you was entirely grateful for his presence, a good chunk of you was beyond happy with the generous amount of time you were able to spend with him where he showed you both popular and hole in the wall attractions. He essentially played the part of your personal tour guide with how rich with knowledge he was of the history of Paris.

You really lucked out.

“Thank you.”

He was still mumbling curse words under his breath, staring daggers into the direction he watched the night stroller head in until he was gone. It was your own barely audible mumble of gratitude that had him awkwardly maneuvering his face at a weird angle to see the front of yours. His brows pulled together in confusion.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For–,” you struggled to come up with words, the list of many things you were thankful for being long in itself that you opted for the shorter and simpler route. “–everything?”

It ended up coming out as more of a question at the end than a confident declaration, and it had you inwardly cringing with just how out of touch you were with flirting since your ex walked out of your life.

“You’re wel–,” his head perked up as he fixated at something over your shoulder. Before you could utter another syllable, he put two fingers in his mouth and blew a sharp whistle followed by waving the same hand animatedly back and forth.

The squealing of tires is all you heard before a yellow taxi cab slowed to a stop in front of you two. Keeping an arm around your waistline, he stepped one foot off the sidewalk to open the car door for you. With a gentle smile and push at your lower back, you stepped off the sidewalk yourself. His hand then grabbed yours to stabilize your movements so you could swiftly, and ungracefully, plop your butt onto the clothed back seat.

Making sure you were fully inside, he then carefully shut the door for you. You clumsily went to roll down the window and he chuckled in amusement at your hasty movement. Once it was halfway down, did you poke your head out of the window to ask him a question.

“Kim Taehyung.”

Your brows rose and your mouth was left open in an ‘o’ shape as you watched his mouth form the words as if in slow motion. How did he know?

“Y—,” again, you were cut off by his psychic abilities.

“My number is on the napkin I slipped inside your coat pocket. Call me when you wake up and I can give you a more in depth tour of the sights.”

His boxy smile, accompanied by the confident yet suave wink he sent your way as the driver pulled away from the curb had your heart racing in anticipation of the day to come. A smile of your own lit up your face, making his own become broader. The same smile turning into one of confusion as a slender, manicured hand slid its way around his shoulders and a mystery woman kissed his cheek.

He missed the way your face dropped into one of morose when he pivoted on his heel to greet the woman with a kiss on each of her cheeks. You pulled your head back into the cab, his attention on you long gone as you sulked in that taxi cab the rest of the way to the hotel. The only comfort you had was the lightweight napkin that you fished out of your coat pocket, and – true to his words – had his number written down on it with a ‘call me’ elegantly written in red ink.

It was the French thing to do, you rationalized. They could just be friends. He seemed surprised to see her, therefore he had no idea she would be there. Yeah, you thought with a sullen nod, it was a spontaneous meeting. That must be it.

Another lingering thought crossed your mind as you reread the scrawl.

He didn’t even know your name.

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Tuesday

“Y/N Y/L/N”.

The flat of his tongue was licking the side of the waffle cone that housed his now dripping ice cream as he hummed in acknowledgement. You could feel a drip of your own strawberry ice cream land on your thumb and you made quick work in licking it away as well.

“Beau prénom comme toi.”

“Something–,” you wracked your brain over the common words he’s already taught you. “Beautiful?”

He nodded, smiling at you encouragingly, and gestured at you with his ice cream to continue. Nibbling on the waffle cone, you tested the thoughts in your head out loud.

“Beautiful name?”

His body rose in front of your seated position on the large fountain you were both resting at as he began clapping for you loudly and exuberantly. In the process he ended up with his remaining ice cream on the floor. You grinned at him shyly, mockingly bowing in turn. A few giggles escaped your lips at the fallen frozen treat.

“Like you.”

He sat back down next to you as he said this. It was with such confidence that you wondered if he uses the same tactics with other foreign girls only in town for a week – or, and you highly doubted this – if you were considered special. You’d like to think the latter, but your gut told you it wasn’t true.

A finger poked the crease lines that began forming on your forehead in between your eyes. Attempting to look at the invading digit, had your eyes crossing comically in a way that had Taehyung leaning into your face with a coy smile.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Swatting the finger away, you rolled your eyes at him. His mouth began to open, and you had no doubt that he was about to spew some other flirtatious comment your way. Deciding your poor, little, hopeless romantic heart couldn’t take anymore feigned interest, you shove the remainder of your own ice cream into his mouth. His eyes grew wide, as he opened his mouth more to accommodate the sugary, strawberry goodness with a surprised grunt.

He brought up a hand to clamp around the waffle cone, eating half of it in one bite that would’ve taken you a good minute to finish yourself. Swallowing, he gave you a smirk with narrowed eyes.

“Do you know that we just indirectly kissed?”

“You’re insufferable, do you know that?”

All he did was laugh in glee at your flustered face.

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Wednesday

You both began sprinting for the nearest awning cover you two could find, the cold and relentless rain having no qualms with drenching your shivering forms otherwise. The rain caused several curls to appear that plastered to Taehyung’s forehead and it made him look even more irresistible than he already was. But you? You probably looked more like a drowned raccoon, positive that your eyeliner and mascara were smeared when you made the mistake of wiping water from your eyes.

“Who was that woman?”

You hoped you came off as more nonchalant and curious, rather than accusatory. Though, now, you figured – was as good a time as any to ask the loaded question that will either quench your doubts or fuel them. It didn’t look like the rain was going to let up anytime soon, and conversation was the perfect distraction.

His eyes looked at you, but his body stayed forward. You mimicked his pose, doing your best not be stiff as you waited for his response. His lip quirked up, but he repressed the smirk that wanted to show. He was selfishly wondering when you would bring it up or if you even witnessed the planned exhange. Not that you needed to know that part.

“A friend that’s also in town for the week.”

You resisted the urge to eye roll. Friend could’ve meant anything and gave you nothing in terms of feeling assured you had no current competition of your male companion’s company for the remainder of the week.

He looked down at his watch with pinched brows, and what seemed to be actual concern on his face. He sucked his lip between his teeth and made a sound of disappointment. This made you turn towards him with your own worry lines adorning your face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was actually supposed to meet her not too long after our stroll ended, but this weather is going to make me have to postpone our date.”

It’s a good thing his attention was still focused heavily on his watch, the resound sigh escaping his lips shortly after his wounding ending statement – so he was able to miss the hurt that crossed your features at his words, it having been hidden by once again returning to your fixed position, your hair securely shielding your face from him.

“I’m sorry our stroll ended up causing you to miss your date.”

A loud crack of perfectly timed thunder was able to conceal the forceful tone you used in reiterating the dreaded ‘date’ word, leaving him none the wiser to your inner turmoil. Or, so you believed.

He coughed into his hand to cover up the smile that wanted to form. It was always the same with Americans, they get jealous so easily. If only you knew that the date wasn’t really a date and it was with his guy friend and not the woman you saw previously — but, again — you didn’t need to know that. This was far more amusing to him, though it only confirmed his suspicions more on you taking a liking to him.

Good. Very good. The week was halfway done already and you two have yet to share a kiss, let alone get anywhere close to his end goal with you, but it was all apart of his plan.

And his plans never fail.

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Thursday

You could not believe what your eyes were seeing.

Taehyung stood off to the side, not too far from you, but enough room to give you your own space as your eyes took in the sight of what was in front of you. Him having seen it countless times, he just tilts his head in order to get a better view of the awestruck expression on your face rather than the infamous painting.

The Mona Lisa.

Unbeknownst to him, a small smile erupts on his face while watching you, a common occurrence he’s been catching himself doing lately. Along with it, always came the damning butterflies that he didn’t know what to do with. Normally, he would only have a one track mind that hindered such thoughts, but alas – not when it came to you.

With you, he’s actually rejected other female’s company. Not an ounce of regret could be felt when doing so and he wondered when your supposed friendship might’ve crossed the line to something more. Something deeper. If he didn’t live in this city for so long he would’ve hashed it up to the romantic aura that seemed to come with it as the perpetrator of his sudden affections for you.

What kind of black magic have you cast on him?

“–ello?”

He blinked out of his stupor to come face to face with your amused one. Your head was tilted, but the smirk on your face let him know that you had an inkling on what he was thinking of, if not for the way he was zoning out on you specifically held any hints.

You weren’t used to it. All the attention, all the touches, all the minuscule glances he would send your way thinking you had no clue – but you did.

And you had no clue what to do about it.

Or, rather, you did know what you wanted to do.

It was just a matter of how you could accomplish it.

You cautiously touched your fingers with his as you two walked to the next framed piece of artwork, and not too long after did you feel his own slide between yours and encase your small hand in his.

This was a start. But you only had one more night left in this city and it was time to make the most of it.

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Friday

Much like your first day here in Paris, you had the warmth of sun above the sky to caress your face, eyes squinting as you tried to zero in on the tip of the Eiffel Tower that stood tall in front of your minuscule, ant like body to those who looked down on you from the structure. Though, you know it wouldn’t last for long, the orange and purple hues were just on the horizon to signal the start of the evening.

His arm brushes up against yours as he stands next to you, mimicking your current position.

“Beautiful, is it not?”

“It truly is a sight to see. I can’t believe I’m looking at it in person.”

“Would you like to go to the top?”

You switch your focus to his, eyes widening in disbelief.

“Could we?”

His signature boxy smile appears.

“Let’s go.”

Due to modern technology of an elevator, it doesn’t take long for you both to make it to your destination in minutes. You step out and are instantly in awe at the dazzling sight before you that is Paris at night. The lights flicker sporadically, shadows in the form of cars and shapes of people filter through them continuously. It’s hard to believe you’re here right now. So much so, in fact, you need to ground yourself somehow.

Your hand flails at your side, looking for some sort of proof that you’re not dreaming and this is just an insanely vivid fever dream. A hand secures your wandering one in a firm, yet gentle grip. Slender fingers interlocking with yours has your heart in a frenzy. It just works to make the moment all the more surreal.

You can hear Taehyung let out a low chuckle.

“All you American’s seem to share the same reaction, you know? It’s cute.”

He might as well have been talking to a wall, that’s how much you were still enamored with the man made beauty around you. It’s true, if you were to take a gander at all the tourists around you, you would find the same wide eyed, dazed look.

The only difference between them and you was, well, him. Finally breaking yourself out of your stupor, your eyes shift to his that are already staring at you. You can feel the tension that’s slowly starting to build the longer you two stare. It’s exciting, it’s thrilling, it’s everything you were hoping for on this whirlwind of a trip.

Taehyung noticed the way your eyes seemed to somehow become even more dazed as you gazed at him, which is how he knew the moment had arrived.

It was time.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Teeth clashed against teeth, tongues battled for dominance, clothes were strewn randomly on the floor as soon as you stepped foot into your hotel room. The curtains were only half drawn, letting the dark room be naturally illuminated by the moon’s beams that cast an almost magical glow onto the white bedding of your bed.

Said bedding just gets kicked off in the lust fueled dance of bodies, knowing the material would only hinder certain movements and cause more sweat to transpire as the night goes on.

Before you know it, he’s hovering over you, hair dangling in front of your face that semi shields his blown pupils as he locks eyes with yours, a question lingering in them. Your bare foot slides down his toned butt cheeks before your heel digs into the supple flesh of one cheek to bring his lower body closer to yours.

The one push alone causes the head of his bulbous, condom wrapped, throbbing member to bump into the hood of your clit as it slides up and down your wet folds with ease. The sensation causes a sharp inhale from you, that only gets let out when he pulls a throaty moan from your lips, inserting only the tip into your core. His forehead drops into the naval of your breasts as he watches his cock slip further into you, your own legs spreading to accommodate him more. If it wasn’t for the shaggy hair that blocked your view, you know you would be doing the same.

“Dieu, tu es si mouillé.”

{God, you’re so wet.}

“I have no idea what you just said, but fuck–,” he pulls out all the way, only to snap his hips against yours to sheath himself again. “–keep talking.”

There’s a mixture of what sounds like a grunt and laughter as he kisses the valley between your breasts. He complies, both the accent and the words you presume to be dirty, only spurs on the tight coil in your stomach that’s begging for release.

You let out a broken whimper, your back arching off the bed that Taehyung uses to his own advantage, securing one toned arm around your back to hold you up and switch positions. His back is now against the headboard as you straddle his waist, your hands gripping his shoulders and nails digging into the flesh as your body wracks with your first orgasm of the night.

His heels dig into the mattress to get a better angle as he pistons in and out of your dripping hole, his hot tongue latching onto one of your nipples that he accidentally bites when his own orgasm takes hold. Your immediate reaction is to grip his hair and yank his head back and off your nipple, but what you come to find has you parting your lips in a silent ‘o’.

Taehyung’s eyes are closed, face scrunched with both pain and pleasure, the action making him let out a gutteral, near animalistic moan. The lewd sight makes you feel powerful. His eyes are still closed when you decide to swivel your hips against his, making figure eights. Your pace is fast, one hand keeping a vice in his hair, the tips of your nails digging into his head, while your other hand clutches onto the top of the headboard for support.

Much too quick for his liking, his eyes burst open, his mouth mimicking yours with a silent moan, but you can feel his entire body tense as you work his second orgasm out of him. His eyes are pooling with unshed tears that pulls at your heartstrings, and you slow your brutal pace to a more sensual one as he rides out his orgasm. His body eventually relaxes, sagging back into the headboard.

Finally releasing the death grip on his hair, your own body comes to a full stop as you lean back against your hands on the bed to give yourself your own little break from the workout you just had.

“Comment es-tu réel?”

{How are you real?”}

He chuckled mirthlessly, head falling back to join his body in exhaustion, but his eyes are still locked with yours. All you do is smirk sinfully at him, not knowing at all what he just said, but having a feeling it has to do with your stellar performance.

His hands roam over your stomach, the tips of one hand hovering dangerously close to your exposed clit from the position your in. He sees when your lower body tightens, your hole fluttering around nothing. His now semi hard member slipped out for the most part when you chose to sit your butt back on the mattress between his legs instead, though due to his impressive length, the tip still stayed in.

Two fingers gently pry your folds open, your essence still dribbles from the prior stimulation down his cock that coats his fingers in seconds when he shifts to inserting two fingers up to the knuckle above his shaft, slowly scissoring you open and stretching you. Your head falls back against your shoulders, and you do your damndest not to close your legs out of sheer instinct to lock the fingers inside your pussy greedily.

You’ve never felt this full before, it was almost overwhelming. A quiet sob escapes your lips, that has you slapping a hand over your mouth. Your lower body shakes, as you refrain from moving against him, knowing your body is still tired and wouldn’t be able to handle the strenuous activity again. But god, did you want to cum so badly.

Please. Please. Please. Please.

“I got you, baby. I got you.”

You don’t realize that the mantra you thought was in your head, was actually being spoken out loud, mumbled behind your hand. Though, you can’t find it in yourself to care at the moment. Your only focus being on finding your own pleasure.

He brings his other hand up to rub lazy, but pressured circles on your engorged clit. Your body twitches at the sudden onslaught, and to further your building pleasure, Taehyung begins to minisculely move his hips in short movements.

Your legs begin to shake as the pressure once again builds, the coil tightening in you to the point of bursting at any second, yet you wanted to scream at the fact your orgasm was teetering on the edge of occurring, but not.

You hated being a girl sometimes, having to deal with the agony of your own body denying you an orgasm right away.

Taehyung began to grunt, his cock now fully hard, though he paid no mind, his only goal being to coax you to your high. His brows were scrunched, teeth digging into his bottom lip, sweaty curls plastered around his flushed face and neck. His hand was cramping, his legs were cramping, his arm was cramping, but he fought through it.

Sharp pants began to take hold of you, your chest heaving in a rhythmic pattern. The hand that was once over your mouth, now joins your other hand in clutching the bed sheets in a death grip and you stare up at the ceiling with watery eyes, a determined look on your face.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you finally begin swiveling your hips in time with his hand movements – the lewd, wet, squelching that resounded throughout the room surprisingly only doing the bare minimum amount in helping you.

There’s one factor you noticed that stopped.

Taehyung’s French. You needed to hear it.

“French.”

You grind out, eyes still honed in on the celiling. He lets out a grunt of confusion, not expecting you to talk, so your words fall on deaf ears. It nearly makes you growl when you say it again.

“French. Now.”

“Jouis pour moi. laissez-moi vous voir se dérouler. Christ. Tu es tellement belle putain.”

{Enjoy for me. Let me see you unfold. Christ. You are so fucking beautiful.”}

His voice is laced with a whiny undertone, and as if by magic, your orgasm explodes from within you. You sob in relief as your body falls backwards onto the bed, he chases your bodies movement to hover over you once again. He secures one arm around each of your legs as he lifts your butt off the bed to get a deeper angle to plow into your now dripping pussy at a break neck pace. Skin slapping against skin reverberates throughout the room.

“Holy fuck. Oh my god. Taehyung, please.”

Your hands are trying to push him off of you, the overstimulation making you see stars. Thankfully, it’s only mere seconds later that he collapses off to the side of you, his own chest heaving along with yours as you both now stare at the ceiling above you. Shadows flicker around the room from cars that pass by, the mumbled sound of cars honking and passing conversation being the only background noise to fill the silence.

“That was–,” his voice is raspy, laced with both exhaustion and the need to just close his eyes and sleep.

“Oui.” Your reply is met with a breathless chuckle, one you join in with soft laughter of your own.

He throws an arm around your waist, laying his head sideways between your breasts and then sighs in content. You mindlessly begin carting your fingers through his sweaty curls, and it’s not long before you hear soft snores coming from the male. Eventually, as you watch the shadows dance around the ceiling, do your own eyes get heavy, and you drift off into dreamland, a smile on your face.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

When you wake up, he’s gone.

A note, scrawled in elegant cursive lays on the pillow next to your head. A single rose accompanies it.

‘Jusqu'à ce que nous nous revoyions, mon amour.’

{Till we meet again, my love.”}

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You wouldn’t see him again for another two years, and by then, you’re no longer the same naive tourist you once were.

The skies were a effervescent shade of blue, with pillowy clouds scattered about. The hustle and bustle of tourists and residents around you served as a raucous kind of lullaby as you closed your eyes and savored all that this city had to offer - not noticing the photographer who saw you through his lens at a short distance away.

He pretended to be taking photos of the flowers that bloomed behind you, the various colors only enhancing the beauty that was naturally you. He inched ever so closer, just enough to angle his body in a way to capture the peaceful expression on your face within his lens crosshairs.

It was one lone click, followed by the sound of a shutter closing and opening on a camera that had your eyes blinking themselves open. For a second, you saw nothing as your eyesight once again needed time to focus on the light surrounding you instead of the dim darkness that was your eyelids.

When the blurry settled, and the saturation and vibrancy of the scenery around you sharpened, did you fixate your strong gaze to the male who looked at you, peaking his head slightly above the frame of his camera. A hint of a dimple could be seen, as well as his boxy, closed mouth smile.

“J’adore ton sourire.”

{“I love your smile.”}

The once serene look on your face turned to one of knowing, your smile still present - bigger, but demeanor becoming more poised. You knew exactly what he said, the mischievous way his eyes shined at you had your body yearning for more from the familiar male. He adored the way your cheeks let off a cherry hue, and couldn’t wait to see you writhe with pleasure underneath him again. Or, if he had a choice, above him.

“Je peux vous offrir un verre?”

{“Can I buy you a drink?”}

You recited the popular phrase you knew in French, having become more fluent in the love language since you last saw him, so you knew what to ask. Though forward, he welcomed the thrill — the adventure, the passion — as a once fellow foreigner did in a time past with open arms and mind.

“Oui.”

{“Yes.”}

[jvngkook97]

OMG

pairing; tattoo artist!jungkook, twin!jungkook x tattoo artist!reader, college student!reader, female!reader

genre; fluff, angst, humor, smut, f2l, pwp, tattoo artist au, college au

warnings; cursing, angst if you squint, mentions of blood, handsy koo, emotional koo, whiny/horny reader, reader seems to harbor a tattoo/vein kink, jungkook lives to please you in all senses of the word, light exhibitionism in the form of being tattooed topless (this is where handsy koo comes in) but it’s in a private area, soft sex, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), breast play, body worship, ring clad fingering (yes, that’s a warning), squirting, hand job, cum play, cum swallowing, switch!reader and switch!koo, penetration without a condom (y’all know the drill though), wholesome family moments where (i’m not crying, you are)

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 9,143 (143 I la la la love you hehe sorry)

a/n; this is hands down my fav piece of work so far. y’all ain’t ready for this one 🥵

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btsgoldnetwork, @kflixnet

Read Part One {Here}

Jungkook tried not to flinch in fear of psyching you out from your task of etching a small, dainty tattoo of your choice on his skin, not even when you pressed down a little too hard into his skin. He could feel the smallest trickle of blood slide down the area you were tattooing on the inside of his left hand ring finger. His choice, not yours.

You tried not to get distracted by Jungkook’s various tattoo’s that littered his other hand, knowing that yours was going to join them permanently on his body, or that your tattoo was going to be the only tattoo on his left hand. It shouldn’t even be legal for his long, slender, fingers to be this heat inducing. Or the way the veins in his hand and arm became more prominent when you felt him tense up from when you accidentally pressed down a little too hard into his skin with the tattoo gun.

If it bothered him, he didn’t say anything. And for that, you were grateful. The only thing you could hear was the light singing he did. His AirPods were secured into his ears as a distraction from the pain, which you focused on as you more confidently went back over the lines to make them darker.

Pausing for a brief moment, you changed tips on the tattoo gun in order to emphasize on the smaller details and shading. The buzzing of the tattoo gun reverberated throughout the private room that you were both occupying in the late after hours since it’s been long closed — your father’s tattoo parlor, ‘Inkphoric’.

Jungkook watched you from his sitting position on top of the tattoo bed, your figure was hunched over in regular fashion as your supple booty was planted onto the saddle stool that the tattoo artists frequently used. Besides the lone lamp in the room that served as your source of light, the rest of the room was dark. Neither of you wanted to risk your father finding out that you two snuck in so you could practice on the willing participant by the name of Jeon Jungkook.

Bless his soul, he had it bad for you. Your skin was still bare of any tattoo’s, but you agreed you would get one if you found one that you really loved. ‘It has to have meaning’ you told Jungkook one day, who respected your wishes. As long as you promised him that he could be present when you got your first tattoo, when that day ever came — ‘deal’.

His eyes softened as he watched the way your tongue poked out between your closed lips, brows furrowed in focused determination. As if the universe was trying to tell him something, the song in his ears switched to a more slow and sensual one. He involuntarily let out a low snort, causing you to speak up from your bent over position, eyes still not leaving your work.

“What’s up?” Your voice was light, since there was no reason to be loud, it was just you two.

“Nothing. Just thought of something that happened earlier with Ji-hun.”

It was a lie, but he wasn’t ready to say what he truly wanted too. Not the right time. Nor would he even know how.

“Oh, right! I meant to ask, he had that date with Tsuki recently, yeah? How did that go?”

“It went well, I think. He didn’t come back home until the next morning, so–,” his voice trailed off suggestively, implying exactly what you think he meant.

“Ah. I see. Good for him! She seems like a really sweet girl, they’re a good match.” A smile was on your face, and it made his heart warm at the sincerity of your words and how much you cared for his brother’s well being.

“He’s already saying that he believes he’s in love with her.”

You paused in your work, lifting the tattoo gun away from his skin to give him a look of sheer disbelief. He just clicked his tongue in agreement with you.

“Yeah, I know. I was just as surprised as you are to hear it.”

“I mean, I guess you can’t pinpoint an exact time to saying–,” you waved your unoccupied hand in the air as a way of saying ‘you know’. “When you know, you just know.”

“Right.” His eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your toes curl in your shoes.

“Mhmm.” You were thankful for the low lighting, not wanting him to witness how easily your face speckled with a red tint from your own wishful thoughts on the matter.

Deciding to switch subjects before things got too tense, you asked him a serious question.

“Do you want to keep it black and white? Or is it okay to put some color in it?”

“Which color?”

“Purple.”

You saw the way his eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite color other than black. You let out a small giggle at his reaction and immediately twisted your torso in order to grab the small container that housed the purple ink that you made sure to set aside earlier, just incase he did agree to it.

Dipping the tip of the tattoo gun into the ink, you repositioned yourself into a more comfortable position and began to fill in the tattoo with color. As your focus once again shifted, so did his train of thought.

Did he love you? He knew he had strong feelings for you, that much was certain. However, when it came to love, he was clueless in that department. Like he told you before, he’s never been one for serious relationships. Usually, they lasted a couple of dates or just ended up being a random hook up for the night.

The only idea of love he was aware of was from scripted movies and tv shows. So, those would be of no help. Maybe he could try finding an answer in books? YouTube videos, maybe? Though those could just as easily be fabricated and not real either.

Or — and this was a far fetched way of going about it — he could bite the bullet and humor his brother who currently believes he’s in love. Not that he personally believed that his brother actually is. They’ve only been on a few dates after all, but that’s just how hopeless of a romantic Ji-hun was.

Before he knew it, you were done. The buzzing from the tattoo gun no longer present, as you carefully set it aside on the tray next to you.

“What do you think?” You asked him excitedly, but honestly you were nervous as hell on what his opinion would be.

You pushed yourself further back on the stool in order for more light to hit the side of his ring finger for him to see it clearly. You watched as he twisted his hand around, getting different angles on it. His face was serious, and it had you worried.

Your leg started to bounce from the silence he still held. Was it that bad? You thought it was good. Really good, even. Not trying to toot your own horn or anything, but having a well known father like yours came with it’s perks. It meant being able to get a first hand perspective on multiple techniques he utilized with his clients that always produced more than excellent results, considering he’s known worldwide.

“I love it, y/n. You did a really good job. The lines are neat, not too chunky. The shading is well done, and the coloring looks natural. I’m impressed, but not surprised. You would be as talented as your father.”

Your hand came up to playfully smack him on his thigh, the closest body part you could reach in your sitting position as you rolled yourself between his legs that he opened wider unconsciously to slot yourself between.

“Ow! Hey! No abusing the clients!” He feigned a hurt look, his own hand coming to rub the area you just hit.

“Way to keep the suspense! I thought you hated it or something.” You whined childishly, arms crossing over your chest as you pouted.

“I could never hate anything you do.” You blinked owlishly, cheeks once again reddening at his sudden sincerity.

“Thanks, Jungkook. Same with you, you know.”

“I know.”

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Ji-hun whistled lowly, as he inspected his brother’s latest tattoo you did for him.

“Damn, she’s good. What flower is that?”

“It’s called an Aster. She said it’s specifically meant for me since it’s my birth flower. Goes with the whole Virgo and being born in September thing.” Jungkook shrugged casually, offering the same explanation you gave him when he asked.

“And it’s purple? The color looks really nice.”

“Yeah, she said the flower can bloom purple, another reason why she chose it for me.”

“Isn’t her birthday in September as well?”

Jungkook gave his brother an odd look.

“How do you know that?”

“Since you two became….whatever it is you are, we’ve hung out every now and again on campus. Played twenty questions to pass the time and that question came up.” Now it was Ji-hun that eyed Jungkook with a look. “Do you seriously not know her birthday?”

“I–,” Jungkook’s ears reddened at his brother’s judgemental but equally as amused tone.

“Dude.”

“Fuck you.”

Ji-hun snorted at his brother’s response.

“Alright, why are you really bothering me right now when you know I’m studying?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but obliged his brother by telling him the real reason he interrupted his study session, unceremoniously plopping his bottom on the edge of his brother’s bed that faced the desk his brother was currently studying at.

“You said you were in love with Tsuki, right?”

Nodding cautiously, Ji-hun eyed Jungkook with an apprehensive look.

“Even though you haven’t been dating that long?”

“Yeah.” Shrugging his shoulders, Ji-hun just bluntly replied with no shame. Why should he?

“How?”

“How what?”

“How did you know that you were in love with her?”

“Ah.” Ji-hun snapped his fingers, a wide smile appearing on his face.

“You in love with y/n, dear brother?”

The question was harmless, yet Jungkook still felt defensive.

“What if I am?” Jungkook sharply replied back.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Ji-hun’s hands rose defensively as his eyes grew wide from the sudden hostility. “Chill, bro. It was just an honest question to your sudden interest in my relationship.”

“You’re right, sorry.” Jungkook fell backwards onto the bed, rubbing his hands over his face dejectedly. You had no idea what you did to him. He had no idea what you did to him.

“I think you are genuinely in love with her, if it’s any consolation. Even Tsuki thinks so.” Ji-hun offered sincerely, hoping to help rather than further agitate his brother with his words. In any other situation, he would’ve, but this was serious.

His head lifted up to look down at his brother who sat on his desk chair, legs spread, elbows resting on either knee, hands clasped and dangling between his legs as he was hunched over. His face was serious, he meant what he said. It made Jungkook’s defense wither away instantly, and he suddenly felt vulnerable.

He hated feeling vulnerable.

“Really?” His voice was cautious, but hopeful. It made Ji-hun smile warmly at his brother.

“Really. You should tell her. You never know, she could be feeling the same way.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Well, that was easier said than done.

“Wanna play twenty questions?”

Once again, you both were holed up in your father’s tattoo parlor, but this time no tattoos were being done. Another way you two passed time was to look through the tall stack of your father’s past portfolios.

Some of the material his clients requested was really out there, to put it mildly. That’s what you loved about your father, he wasn’t one to judge, to an extent. Least, not when it came to pleasing the client. No matter how overdone, overused, controversial, or otherwise — he would get the job done with an air of professionalism.

That same mindset was how you wanted to be one day.

“It’s so crazy to me exactly how many name coverups he’s had to do.” You were so deep into your own thoughts, you failed to hear when Jungkook asked you a question.

He was used to it though.

“Y/N–,” he tried again. No luck.

“I mean, who in their right mind would tattoo someone else’s name on them when you never know for sure that they’re always going to be with that person?” Your eyes widened comically as you pointed aggressively at yet another name coverup your father did that was in the current portfolio you were thumbing through.

When your eyes flickered up to gage Jungkook’s own reaction and thoughts on the matter, you noticed he was already staring at you.

He coughed awkwardly once you caught him staring and his eyes shifted back down to his own portfolio he was skimming through, though this time you could tell he had a suspicious aura around him. His knee was bouncing, he was playing with his lip ring, and he was flipping through pages mindlessly.

Your eyes narrowed in on him as you spoke next.

“Did you get someone’s name tattooed on you, Jungkook?”

His whole body stiffened, and that’s when you knew.

“Holy shit–,” you started with an airy laugh.

“Y/N, please–,” Jungkook tried and failed to end the topic of conversation, hand rubbing his forehead with dismay, him already feeling the headache he knew was going to come from having to beat this story dead, again.

“Who?!” You leaned forward in your saddle stool, unconsciously scooting your own stool the short distance to his figure, your knee knocking against his lightly. The portfolio you were once looking through, now lay closed on your lap, long forgotten.

Jungkook shut his carefully, and set it behind him on the counter next to the others that either of you haven’t had the chance to see yet. He threw his head back with a loud groan, eyes closing in hopes of when he opened them up again, this would all be a nightmare. Of all people he had to explain this story too, he never thought it would need to be you.

Opening his eyes, head back down and eyes staring into yours with a pleading look, you clicked your tongue at him and shook your head.

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You’re not getting out of this one, Kook. Spill the tea, sis.” Having set aside your portfolio next to his on the counter, you were able to splay your hands on each of his lower thighs with a soft, yet firm grip. You wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to bolt and leave you hanging.

“Her name was Lisa.” He relinquished, sighing in defeat.

Your mouth opened in a small ‘o’ shape as you wracked your brain trying to think of someone, anyone, you knew with that name. You couldn’t come up with anything.

“I was young, I was dumb, I was stupidly whipped for her, okay? It wasn’t even professionally done — my buddy, Jimin, did it. So you already know, it wasn’t the best quality. But it was for–,” he pursed his lips, dreading the next words about to come out of his mouth. When he saw how engrossed you were with the story, mixed with the feelings he got with your hands so dangerously close to his crotch, he relented. “–our anniversary. It was meant to be a surprise. I was going to show her it the next day at her place, shower her with gifts. The whole shebang, you know?”

You nodded enthusiastically, fully immersed.

He chuckled humorlessly, and continued. A solemn look appeared on his face.

“In the end, it was her surprising me. The surprise being that I found some guy fucking her.” You gasped loudly.

“That’s not even the worst part.”

“How is that not the worst part?!” You questioned incredulously.

“It wasn’t even in her bed, it was her parents.”

If your jaw could’ve dropped and hit the floor like in anime, it would’ve.

“Yep. My thoughts exactly. Safe to say, the name lasted barely 24 hours before I got it covered up — this time, professionally.” He pointed down at the spot right next to his crotch, on his right upper thigh. You slid your hand up to the spot he was pointing, not realizing the kind of effect it would take on the poor unsuspecting male.

He sucked in a sharp breath, praying to whatever gods existed that you don’t notice the slight bulge that occurred from you doing so.

You heard him, you saw him, but pretended not too.

It took all you had as you sat back up straight, not to throw a sly, seductive, comment at him.

You wanted him bad. Very bad.

The only reason stopping you, being that you had no idea where you and Jungkook currently stood. You like each other, yes, that much was certain. However, other than hanging out on a daily basis for the better part of eight months and getting to know one another better, he hasn’t gone any further.

No hand holding, no hugging, no kissing.

You were going mad from touch starvation.

Something you never thought you would feel being in a — whatever this is with Jungkook. The guy practically oozed sexual tension the moment you locked eyes with him, your ovaries screaming at you on a daily basis how you haven’t once had sex with him yet.

It was then you came to the only logical conclusion. If he wasn’t going to make the first move, then you would. But not right now. Soon. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, the loud vibration breaking you from your inner, sexual, turmoil.

With you being distracted by your phone, Jungkook took the opportunity to stand up and fake interest at the various, random, sketches that were hung and framed along the walls made by loyal fans and customers alike. With his back to you, he slunk deeper into the shadowy part of the room and attempted to discreetly adjust his erection and make it less noticeable.

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief when his efforts worked, turning back around to see your eyes glued to your phone still. You were typing away to your father, if he had to guess, knowing your mom would definitely be asleep at this hour. Once you were done, you lifted your gaze off your phone to lock onto his.

Giving Jungkook a small smile, you pocketed your phone.

“We should probably get going, Dad said he’s on his way home from the tattoo convention. He should be here within the next 20 minutes.”

“Okay, cool. No worries.”

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Actually—,” Jungkook’s hesitation made your already small smile falter considerably, now looking more like a grimace.

When he noticed your expression drop, he back tracked on his words quickly.

“I was wanting to–I mean would you–,” the way he stumbled over his words now had you eyeing him with worry.

“You good, Kook?”

“Will you go on a date with me? It won’t be anything fancy, I’m a broke bitch if I’m being honest—,” he grinned sheepishly, scratching his cheek nervously. “–but we would still have a good time, I’m sure.”

Your radiant smile came back full force, and his heart about leaped from his chest. Stupid feelings.

“Yeah. Okay. Sounds good.”

“I’ll text you the details when I actually know what we’re going to do.”

“Sweet! Can’t wait!”

“Awesome.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Mom?”

“Yes, sweetie?

You were sitting at the kitchen island, watching your mom run through the motions of making a late breakfast. You liked to visit home every now and again when you had time. Now that you had a break until the next and final semester started, you took advantage of it.

“You remember that guy I’m seeing?”

“The handsome and tall one? What was his name?” She paused briefly to put a finger to her lips in thought.

“Jungkook, mom.”

“Right! Yes. Such a sweet boy, that one. What about him, honey?”

“I think I’m in love with him?”

The smell of slightly burnt pancakes could be smelt with the way your mom’s full attention was suddenly on you and not the gas stove that was turned on behind her.

“Mom! The pancakes!” You gestured wildly to her, making her eyes widen in sudden clarity.

“Oh, shit!” She exclaimed loudly, shutting off the stove and shoving the burnt pancakes into the sink.

“Language, love.”

Your father walked in with the days newspaper underneath his arm, giving your mom a kiss on the forehead as he walked past her and towards the stool next to you to sit down. Once he was situated, he gave you a kiss on the forehead as well.

“Hey, bug.”

“Hey, daddy.”

“To what do we owe the pleasure of your company today?” He jested playfully, bright smile adorning his face that matched yours when you smiled at anyone.

“Uhm–,”

“She was telling me how she believes she’s in love with that boy, Jungkook, right dear?”

“Yes, mom.” You gritted out with a fake smile, eye slightly twitching.

“You know I never keep secrets from your father, y/n.” Your mom slotted herself against your father’s side, his arm open in invitation, immediately wrapping itself around her waist. She threw an arm around his shoulders and squished her face against the side of his innocently, making your father chuckle at her antics.

“So, you’re in love. Seems kind of soon, don’t you think?” Your father questioned with a hypocritical tone.

“Honey, you confessed you were in love with me not even two weeks after we began dating. You have no room to talk.” Your mom chided in with a loving scoff.

You rolled your eyes at how disgustingly in love they were, no still are. Even after so many years together. You could only hope to share that same kind of love with someone — a certain someone, if you could ever be so lucky.

“Alright. You got me. I’m happy for you, bug. Don’t get me wrong. And he seems like a good kid, good head on his shoulders.” You knew he wasn’t done, so you stayed silent, listening. “But, if he breaks my little girl’s heart–,” he trailed off, eyes narrowing into almost slits.

“I’m 24, let me remind you.” He heard you, but didn’t care.

“You’re always going to be my little girl.” The sad smile that he wore seemed foreign, misplaced, like it shouldn’t even exist on someone who is normally so positive and happy. It made you feel terrible.

“I love you, daddy. You’ll always be my number one, you know that.” You offered him a huge smile, his favorite coming from you, and that seemed to do the trick.

“You should tell him.” Your mother softly said, hand rubbing your father’s back, a warm smile on her face. Your father just nodded in agreement, face happy, yet eyes still sad.

His little girl wasn’t so little anymore.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

When you cancelled on your original date, to say he was bummed was an understatement. When you texted him not even two hours later to meet you at Inkphoric, he felt a little better. Maybe things were still good between you two and the weird pit in his stomach would go away as soon as he saw you. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for your father to be there.

“Mr. Y/L/N, sir. Good to see you.” Jungkook smiled at your father politely, heart racing at the unexpected meeting.

Your father just gave a knowing smile back that mirrored yours, and a gentle, yet firm pat on his shoulder as he walked by and out the door. Jungkook thought he was off the hook, but your father threw one last word at his back.

“Take good care of my daughter, Jungkook, and there won’t be any problems. Have a good night!” The smile on his face seemed contradictory to his words. It wasn’t until he let the parlor door shut tightly behind him, did Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, body sagging before he straightened himself back up.

His brows furrowed in confusion though, what did he mean by ‘take good care of my daughter’?

“Jungkook, back here! I have a surprise for you!”

Your cheery voice yelled at him from behind the black curtain that led to the back half of the tattoo parlor. He followed it with long strides, wanting to see you as soon as possible. When he pushed open the usual door of the room you two normally occupied at night, did his eyes widen and jaw go slack from the scene in front of him.

You were laying on your back on top of the tattoo bed, topless, with just your hands shielding your nipples from his hungry eyes. A tray was set up next to the bed along with the usual saddle stool, tattoo gun plugged in and ready. Were you wanting to get a tattoo?

Nope. This can’t be real. Something’s up.

He took one large step back into the hallway, and made an ‘X’ with his arms across his chest.

“Is this is a trap? Is this a prank? Is this a test?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened comically, his head whipping in both directions, more than positive that cameras were hidden somewhere or worse — your father.

“What?” You brows scrunched cutely in confusion, as you sat up, one arm now covering your chest in modesty.

“Is your father waiting around the corner with a shotgun ready to blow my brains out if I come anywhere near you?!” His words came out rushed, if you listened close enough, you might even hear a little fear in his voice.

You started laughing, hysterically. Like, tears began to roll down your face as your chest heaved, and boobs bounced due to the actions of you laughing so hard. Jungkook now gave you a look of confusion, before promptly looking away from your bouncing breasts that we’re doing things to him he needed to repress.

“You think—My father—A test?” You attempted to control yourself, you really did, but trying to talk only made things worse.

Tongue in cheek, foot tapping impatiently, Jungkook didn’t see what was so funny about the situation of him possibly getting murdered by your father.

“Okay. I get it. Haha. Jokes on me.” He let out a humorless laugh, pursing his lips.

Closing your eyes, you slowly breathed in and out until you were able to regain control of your body. Wiping your tears with your free hand, you looked over at a clearly annoyed Jungkook and grinned widely.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. This isn’t a prank. This isn’t a test. I swear to you on your leather jacket that my father will not burst in here with a shotgun and blow your brains out.” He breathed a huge sigh of relief, about to step into the room, until you spoke up again.

“But–He might blow your dick off.” You shrugged casually, feigning indifference.

His foot paused mid step, not fully hitting the ground. His eyes narrowed into slits at your shaking form that was on the verge of spewing laughter yet again.

“That’s it. I’m out. Deuces.” He threw you a peace sign and acted like he was going to leave.

“Wait, wait, wait! Okay, I’m done joking, I’m sorry, Koo! Really, please. Come back?!” You shouted at his back pleadingly, full on pouty face at work, big eyes and all.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he turned back to face you.

“Bible?”

“Bible.”

“Okay, so what’s really going on here? Why are you half naked right now?”

“Is that all that’s registering in your man brain right now?”

“Yes, cause like you said, I’m a man. I can’t help but hone in on the fact that an extremely attractive woman is half naked in front of me and not address it.”

Rolling your eyes, but chest warming at his confession of finding you attractive, you gestured around you.

“Look around, what do you see?”

His eyes surveyed the room inch by inch, and he’s thankful for once that the light is on, his vision no longer obscured by the usual lone lamp that you both would use. Like before, he noticed the tray that was set up, looking like you were going to get tattooed. What had him confused though, was there was no one else around to tattoo you, but him.

“I can see that you’re about to get tattooed, but my only question is–,” you waved him on with your hand, encouraging him to put the pieces together. “–who is tattooing you, y/n?” He tried not to sound too hopeful that it would be him. Just incase it wasn’t, and the actual tattooist, or your father, would come in at any second.

You smiled warmly at him, and pointed at the saddle stool, silently telling him to sit down.

He cautiously stepped into the room for the first time, pausing briefly to double check that you were telling him the truth about this not being a test. You rolled your eyes at his caution.

“Sit your ass down, Jeon.”

He promptly sat said ass down on the saddle stool, his eyes now perfectly aligned with your chest while you sat up. His Adam apple bobbed as he gulped quietly. His hands covered his crotch area, as he willed himself to think about anything other than the fact that your fingers were dangerously close to revealing one of your nipples and he could see the start of your areola if he angled his head, but then that would be a little to obvious that he was checking you out, so he didn’t.

“No need for surnames here, Y/L/N.”

You stuck your tongue out at him in good fun, then proceeded to explain to him what was happening.

“You’re going to give me a tattoo.”

“For real?” His tone was one of disbelief, yet excitement.

“For real.” You confirmed with a smile, excited as well.

“I’m—I don’t even know what to say—,” he chuckled lightly, face flushing from all the stupid butterflies in his stomach going haywire. If you were letting him give you your first tattoo, that meant you had a lot of trust in him. It touched him, more than he thought it would.

Dumb, good for nothing, feelings.

Annoying, heart pulsing, cheek warming, love.

You gasped lightly, cooing at Jungkook.

“Aw, koo. Don’t cry. You’re going to make me cry.”

Wiping at his eyes furiously, he feigned indifference.

“I wasn’t crying, something flew into my eye.”

“Of course.” You smiled softly at him, his vulnerability touching something within you, chest blossoming with a warmth you’ve never felt before.

Is this what being in love felt like?

Clearing his throat loudly to rid himself of his emotions, he asked you a very important question.

“What are you wanting to get?”

“Can I see your hand?”

“Sure.” No hesitation, no thinking, he just gave his hand to you. His right hand.

“Other hand.”

“Okay?” He gave you his left hand.

Turning his palm face up, you carefully spread his middle and ring finger apart, then ran your fingertip lightly along the purple aster flower tattoo you gave him.

“This one, please.”

If he thought he was emotional before.

He had to bite his lip, his only way of preventing the low whimper from escaping his lips at your choice of tattoo.

You wanted to get a matching tattoo? With him?

“Are you sure, y/n?”

“If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s this.” You nodded at him resolutely.

“Let’s get started then.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The buzzing reverberated inside the room, shortly coming to a stop as he sat back up straight from his once bent position of him hovering over your topless form in order to reach your tattoo area of choice, along the curve of your left breast. He wasn’t surprised that’s what you chose, considering you were already topless and all when he walked in.

“Alright. We’re done.”

He set the tattoo gun down onto the tray next to him as he helped you sit up on the tattoo bed. You winced lightly at the push and pull of the now tender area around your breast. Grabbing the hand mirror that also lay on the tray next to him, he held it up for you in confidence you could see the tattoo clearly.

Your eyes shone with so much awe and happiness as your eyes began to water.

It was perfect.

“It’s beautiful, koo. Truly.” Your eyes flickered away from the mirror and directly into his. The praise he received from you making his chest swell with pride.

“It is, but you’re more beautiful.” He stated casually, making you let out a low exhale as you prepared yourself for what you were about to say.

“You know why I chose this tattoo?”

“To be tattoo buddies?”

“Yes, and no.”

His confused silence had you pressing on.

“I told you that if I get a tattoo, it has to have meaning, remember?”

“I remember.” But he still wasn’t following.

“I–,” he saw the way you shied into yourself, and it had him beyond baffled.

“Hey. It’s just me. You can talk to me.” His words were gentle, sweet, encouraging.

“That’s the issue.” You admitted quietly.

Before you could lose your nerve, you decided it was best to just rip the bandaid off, and whatever happens, happens.

“I’m in love with you, Jeon Jungkook.”

Shut the fuck up.

“Excuse you?!” You angrily poked at his chest with your finger.

That’s when he realized he verbalized his inner thoughts on accident.

“Sorry, not you. I just–,” he fumbled nervously over his words, and no matter how hard he tried, he kept failing to say those words back to you.

“I’m not going to force you to say it back, I’m not that cruel. I just wanted you to know.” You assured him with a small smile, misreading his fish out of water expressionism. “This tattoo means a lot to me, and that’s the reason why I wanted you to be the one to ink it. So, regardless of what does and doesn’t occur between us, you realize just how much I truly mean it.”

His bottom lip trembled at your honesty, at your blatant vulnerability in all senses of the word — as you bare your heart, soul, and body (even if it’s only because you were just tattooed) for him alone.

If his brother was here, he would be entertained by the way you have Jungkook wrapped around your finger, and you being none the wiser.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to be able to audibly express his feelings, he opted to show you instead. Setting aside the hand mirror on the tray, he places both hands on either side of your figure on the tattoo bed, pushing himself up using his arms until he’s face to face with your surprised one at the sudden, abrupt movement.

“Can I kiss you? Would that be okay? I’m not good with words.” He rushed out breathlessly, restraining his lips from getting closer to yours until you gave him permission.

“Yes.” Your reply was barely audible, but he heard it within the silence of the room.

His lips crashed into yours with a fervor, the intensity of it making you let go of the grip on your breasts in order to lean back against your hands on the tattoo bed. He whimpered within the kiss, feeling how your nipples instantly hardened both from the air and rubbing against the material of his cool, leather jacket.

You let out a light hiss into the kiss, your upper body instantly recoiling from rubbing against the leather material. Jungkook immediately came back to his senses and pulled away from you with a worried look.

“Shit. Y/N, I’m so sorry. I forgot all about your tattoo.” His head dipped dangerously close to your breast in order to inspect if there was any damage to your tattoo.

You blinked owlishly at the sudden loss of his lips on yours, your brain still registering what just occurred, as the pain dulled to a low throbbing. You flinched as his fingertips ghosted over the tattoo, but didn’t touch it. It’s only then that both of you came to the same thought, his body stiffening once concluding that your tattoo was perfectly fine, yet his head refused to move from its position.

His hand that was close to your breast, lightly caressed the side of the boob where your tattoo lay with utmost care, as if he was afraid that touching you would break you. Unbeknownst to you, he was currently lost in a lust filled haze, his other hand coming up to caress your other boob with just as much care.

You sucked in a sharp breath at his actions, feeling your own lust start to build within you. The way he touched you, so gently, so carefully, his eyes taking in your figure with nothing but sheer admiration and, you wishfully think — maybe even love? — had you pushing your chest closer to his face, your body wanting more.

Reading your body movement, his hot breath fanned over your already hardened nipple, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously, and his neck vein becoming more prominent at the action, had you letting out a low whine. You tried squeezing your legs shut, but stopped when instead the inside of your thighs hit the sides of his leather jacket clad waist, your body shivering upon the cool contact it provided from the shorts you decided to wear today exposing your legs.

Hearing your whine, shot straight through his body and down to his slowly growing erection inside his pants. He gave an experimental kitten lick to your nipple and you let out a low gasp at the feeling. He continued with his short, yet firm licks until he dubbed your nipple hard enough, now securing his entire mouth around the bud, suckling on it like a newborn baby.

You threw your head back in pleasure, one hand coming up to lay on the back of his head and push him further into your breast. His other hand tweaked at your other hardened nipple that wasn’t getting the attention from his expert mouth and your legs clamped around his waist as an anchor to keep your body from falling back onto the tattoo bed.

Soft pants is all he heard in the silence of the room, the low moans he gave around your nipple, had you feeling needy and greedy for more that he had to offer. You noticed how he discreetly was palming himself on the outside of his pants, and felt bad that he wasn’t getting any kind of pleasure.

“Jungkook.” His name came out brokenly when he switched his attention to your other breast, lightly nibbling on the nipple. He grunted, his way of saying ‘yes’, and you lightly laughed.

“Do you need help with your—,” your lust filled voice trailed off, as he let your nipple go with a wet ‘pop’, the lewd noise making you even more wet. You knew for a fact, your panties were soaked at this point.

“Not yet. I want to focus on you.” His blown pupils bore into yours, and you’re sure your eyes held the same glaze his did. “Is that okay? Can I?” He let go of your boobs to stand up straight and hooking one finger into one of the belt loops on your shorts, tugged on it with emphasis. He wanted them off, like yesterday.

Nodding your head, mouth parted slightly at the way things were escalating quickly, you decided to help him by unbuttoning your jeans. When he deemed you as taking too long, he pulled down your zipper for you, patting your thighs as his way of telling you to lift your butt off the table so he could swiftly pull your shorts down along with your underwear in one go.

The exposure of the cool air on your nude body had you slightly shaking with nerves, it’s been far too long since you were last intimate with anyone. You feared you were out of practice, and didn’t want to disappoint Jungkook, who you know is an expert in this field.

He could feel the slight tremble in your thighs and gently ran his hands up and down them, mistaking it as you being cold. He came up with an idea, a brilliant idea. One that only spurred on the continuous growth of his erection.

“You want to wear my jacket?” He was already shoving it off his broad shoulders before you even agreed, shortly securing it around your shoulders and helping you slide your arms into the sleeves that were far too long and hung over your hands in an extremely cute way, Jungkook thought.

As he stepped back to fully take in your nude form, wearing nothing but his leather jacket, he knew.

He was yours. His heart was yours. Always.

Another thing he found out, had him instantly dropping to his knees in front of your parted legs. Hands clutching your inner thighs in order to keep you from closing them, knowing how shy most girls get when guys get close to their pussy, he let out a shaky exhale.

“Shit. You’re soaked.” His head unconsciously leaned in further, which made you begin to get anxious, and you could feel his hands on your thighs tether you in place, preventing you from closing your legs against his head.

Not yet, at least. He thought, already anticipating what’s to come. He couldn’t wait.

Without much warning he dove in, his mouth immediately latching onto your already swollen bud, resuming his kitten licks in a pattern of firm and soft. His pace was relentless, as you moaned loudly. And his lip ring? My god.

“Fuck. Give a girl a warning next time, won’t you?” You laughed breathlessly, more moans following shortly after. He grunted, but didn’t let up. Instead, he slid his right hand from your inner thigh to your glistening wet folds. Not having much restraint, he inserted his middle finger up to the hilt, and you let out a wanton moan at the indescribable cold, yet arousing way you could feel his ring tease your opening as he thrusted his finger up to the knuckle.

Thighs parting wider to allow him more room, he inserted his ring finger, that, you guessed it, adorned yet another cool, thick ring. He could feel the way your pussy clenched around the second invader, it only fueling him to finger you with fast, deep strokes. It wasn’t until he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spongey spot that made you a whiny mess, did your legs instantly clamp around his head at the overwhelming urge to pee.

You knew it wasn’t pee, yet you felt the need to warn Jungkook, not yet having experienced pleasure like this before.

“Jungkook—Shit—I’m going to—,” your arms wobbled from the intensity that was building quickly, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up for long. With one last hard suck, the knot in you instantly uncoiled and you screamed his name, arms finally buckling as you fell back onto the tattoo bed, hips arching into Jungkook’s awaiting opened mouth that switched from your clit to your gushing pussy.

His fingers didn’t let up as he allowed you to ride your euphoric high, mouth firmly attached to your wet folds as he tried to secure your arousal inside his mouth with the best of his ability. Much to his displeasure, it only leaked out the corners of his mouth and down his chin, his white shirt getting drenched in the process.

When your hips fell back against the bed, and your legs loosened their strong grip around his head, did he finally pull out his equally as drenched fingers from your still pulsating pussy.

“Fuck me, that was hot.” His words made you want to laugh, but your strength was lost, legs feeling like jello. When you didn’t respond, he stood back up to hover over your form until his face was above yours.

You could see your arousal on his chin and your cheeks inflamed as you came down fully from your orgasm. Your hands attempted to come up and shield your face from embarrassment, but Jungkook wouldn’t let you. His hands grabbed yours, efficiently stopping you, and with your arousal still on his lips and tongue, he kissed you deeply, before pulling away.

“You don’t need to hide from me, y/n. I love you, okay? I’m in love with you. Nothing will ever change that.”

“Do you actually mean that or is it because I just let you go down on me?” You gave him a wary look, but you already knew he wasn’t that kind of person.

He gave you a ‘are you serious right now?’ look, and you couldn’t help the bubble of a laugh that escaped past your lips as your facade cracked.

“I’m just kidding. Lighten up, kook.” You playfully hit his chest, but recoiled when your hand came back wet. You made a face. This time it was Jungkook who let out a boisterous laugh of his own at your reaction.

“That’s all you, baby girl. You did so good.” He cooed at you playfully while peppering kisses all of your face. You squirmed underneath him as his soaked through shirt clad chest rubbed against yours. His cross necklace dangled in between your breasts, and you grabbed it with your hand, fingers rubbing the cool silver.

The small, innocent act made him stare lovingly at you. When your eyes locked with his again, you forgot that you were nude with his clothed crotch against your core. It wasn’t until you attempted to push yourself up on your elbows to kiss him, did your actions cause you to accidentally grind your pussy against his very prominent bulge. He let out a gutteral groan into your mouth that had your toes curling.

“Your turn, koo.” You spoke against his still parted lips.

He shook his head vehemently.

“No. I can’t. Like, I’m so close already you have no idea. I wouldn’t last.” He spoke factually, and it made you whine sadly. You wanted to show him the same amount of pleasure he just showed you.

Once again, he peppered your pouty face with kisses.

“Next time, baby girl. I promise. But right now?” He ground his hips against yours, creating a delicious pressure on your still sensitive bundle of nerves. “I need to feel you. If you’ll let me?”

“God—Yes. Undress. Now.”

He smirked at your impatience as he stood up straight. Your hands flew to the bottom of his shirt as you helped him tug it off his lean, muscular, sexy, figure. His toned abs glistened with your arousal that soaked through, and you leaned forward in order to poke your tongue between your swollen lips from kissing to lick what you could off while he busied himself with shimmying his tight jeans off.

You maintained eye contact, even when he was fully nude along with you, as you licked up the last of your arousal with a low hum of approval.

“You taste good, yeah?” He grinned cheekily at you, thinking it would get you all hot and bothered. And it did, just not in the way he was expecting.

“I bet you taste even better though.” His eyes darkened with your statement, as he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth with restraint.

“Nice try, but you’re still not giving me a hand job.”

“Who said anything about a hand job?” You questioned innocently, and it just about had him relenting in his resolve so he could see the way that pretty little mouth of yours looked around his swollen cockhead. He bet you looked divine. Another time though.

“Compromise, okay? How about this?” He sat his bare ass back on the saddle stool and patted his thick thighs, his penis swollen, curved and erect in between them had you licking your lips in anticipation. “If you want to show me pleasure, then by all means, baby. I’m yours.”

Scooting yourself closer to the edge, Jungkook gave you his hands to hold onto as your feet hit the cool, hardwood flooring that ran throughout the entire tattoo parlor. He guided you closer to his sitting form, and watched as you swung one leg over him so your core made contact with his curved shaft while still standing due to how big he was.

His attention immediately went to his other head upon the delicious contact with your pussy when you began to slowly grind your wet folds against him in long strokes. The ministrations causing beads of pre-cum to leak from the swollen, red, bulbous tip of his cock that you didn’t miss. Swiping your thumb across the tip, you gathered up his cum and placed it into your mouth, making a show of sucking it off your thumb with loud, closed mouth, moans.

“I knew you would taste good.” You grinned wickedly at him, and he lightly smacked your ass at the way you somehow still found a way of being able to taste him.

“You little vixen.” His eyes narrowed at you playfully, hands finding purpose at the junction between your hips and thighs, as he pressed your core more firmly against his throbbing shaft in order to create more heavenly friction. It was taking all he had not to just shove his cock into your pussy, something he could’ve easily accomplished at this angle if he wanted too, but instead he wanted to wait until you were ready.

“Only for you.” You leaned down to whisper onto his parted lips, one hand placed firmly on his shoulder as your other hand gripped the base of his cock, giving it a few hard strokes that had him moaning into your awaiting mouth.

“Baby. Please.” He whimpered lowly, gazing at you with nothing but lust and love.

“Please, what?”

“Please, I need you.”

“Tell me what you want, and you’ll get it, koo.” You cooed at him softly, your hand now starting to pick up pace with fast, short strokes that had his abs tightening.

“Fucking hell, woman. I need your tight, little pussy wrapped around my cock. Please, y/n. Please.” His words were a garbled mess as he refrained himself from blowing his load right then and there. He inwardly reeled over the fact you had a hidden dominate side behind closed doors, not used to being the submissive one. But fuck it, you could take control all you wanted.

Wordlessly, you aligned his swollen, leaking head with your dripping wet folds and sunk your lower body down until your thighs hit his with a loud ‘smack’, and he was balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck.” Your voice broke at the sudden full feeling that you weren’t expecting and that you’ve never quite experienced before.

“You feel so fucking good, y/n.” He praised you in between broken moans, his head falling in between your breasts as his eyes closed and he got lost in the feeling of all that is you.

“Yeah?”

The sound of your thighs continuously slapping against his was all you could hear besides the mutual moans and gasps you both let out as you rode him with all that you’ve got, both hands placed firmly on his shoulders as leverage, the heels of your feet never meeting the cold floor with every bounce you made.

The tall tale sign of your impending orgasm began to show as your pace started to slow down, your energy rapidly decreasing as your walls clenched and pulsated around his own throbbing member as you dug your nails into his shoulders, no doubt leaving marks in their wake.

His grip on your waist became bruising when he began to notice you were close, your tight walls making him dangerously close as well. He planted his feet firmly flat against the hardwood floor and began thrusting his hips up in order to meet yours and help you to your mutual highs.

“I love you so much, koo.” A broken sob and confession is the only warning you were able to give as your body stilled, your walls clenching around him, enticing him to come undone with you, so he did.

With one last final thrust, he stilled inside of you, his cock twitching as he spurted rope after rope of his warm cum inside your awaiting pussy, your arousal as well as his leaking from your abused pussy in lewd streaks that he could feel coat his thighs.

You collapsed against one another in heavy pants, both trying to regain enough oxygen in your lungs and will your hearts to beat at a normal pace.

He pulled away from your chest enough to find you already looking at him.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

You both broke into a random fit of laughter, something you’ve never done before after having probably the best sex of your life. You already couldn’t wait until round two. But that would have to wait.

His hands caressed your back, as he lazily rubbed it. Your own hands began to lightly massage his scalp and he let out a content sigh at the miraculous way your fingers worked.

“You may need to touch up my tattoo.” You said, eyes no longer on his, but rather honed in on the spot right below his shoulder blade where you could see the blending of both purple and black ink that didn’t get a chance to fully set in, lay.

He glanced down at the ink on his skin, then immediately looked to where your tattoo was. He gently moved your boob with his hand in order to inspect it better and gave you a mixed look of being guilty and sorry.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll definitely have to fix it.”

“Don’t worry about it, seriously.”

“I can fix it right now if you’d like? It would only take like 10 minutes.” He offered, still wracked with guilt.

A swivel of your hips, had him biting his tongue. He was still sensitive from his orgasm.

“I’d much rather spend that time doing something else.”

He admired your enthusiasm, but needed a minute. Giving you multiple pecks on the lips, he spoke in between kisses.

“I—love—you—but—give—me—a—second—to—recover—woman.”

“Fine.” You whined childishly. “But I’m giving you a blow job as soon as you’re not too sensitive.”

“Oh my god — Deal.”

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a/n; uh. yeah. so, this happened. i have no words. but hope you enjoyed. sorry in advance if there’s any errors, this is all unedited. like + reblog if you want to support my work. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. if you want to see more of this couple, let me know.

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[jvngkook97]

Red Light, Green Light

pairing; CEO!jungkook x PA!reader

genre; mainly angst, smut, hints of fluff at the end, ceo au, personal assistant au

warnings; cursing, non explicit sexual activities, bdsm but not too graphic, mentions of blood, all is consensual (until it’s not), kinda like a 50 shades of gray moment tbh, reader is a sub so we getting a dom koo but he’s an asshole and reader just wants his love and attention (and so does koo but he has a roundabout way of showing it)

rating; 18+ minors dni

w/c; 10,923 this one is a doozy

a/n; taking a break from soulmate aus to whip this baby out of my drafts. was listening to “earned it” by The Weeknd and this scenario came into my head. it’s my first time writing anything pertaining to this topic, so be kind pls. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

You shouldn’t be here. It stood against every rational bone in your body. The same body that’s already had a taste of what’s to come, though this time it won’t be under the guise of a ‘work meeting’ in your boss’s office. No, for this special occasion, you were invited to his million dollar mansion. The Jeon Estate, where playboy and CEO ofJeon Enterprises – Jeon Jungkook, resided when he graced his workers with his presence since he took over the company from his father. Where he currently chose to specifically grace you with his presence, and more.

You honestly don’t even know how it started. One day you were a normal secretary who yeah, you’ll admit, you had a teensy crush on your boss. But you weren’t the only one. Men and women alike both shared interest in the handsome specimen of a man. His aura exuding attention and dominance whenever he walked into the room.

He was always dressed to the nines in a different custom designer suit whenever you saw him. Some of those even being dropped off for him, courtesy of yourself. Quickly and quietly you would step into his office, always getting his approval before even starting the trek to his floor. Cause yep, his office took up the entire top floor of the enlarged skyscraper that resided in Seoul, South Korea.

There was always an empty clothes rack that stood against the wall as soon as the elevator opened, where you would carefully place said suits, making sure they were evenly separated from each other. Already being yelled at for such a heinous act by his girlfriend when she witnessed the already plastic covered designer suits touching. You learned to never make that mistake again.

That was another fact that made it near impossible to get even on a friendly level with the CEO; his girlfriend. Sun-Yee was the epitome of perfection, but she had an ugly heart. Seriously, even Jungkook had his albeit rare, soft moments where he would give you a genuine thank you in gratitude for all your hard work. Those simple words igniting the fire in you to work harder to always stay in his line of sight amongst the thousands of other workers that resided on your floor.

So imagine, to your utmost surprise and delight, when his last personal assistant got fired for reasons unknown, and it was you he chose to be his new one. The power you felt when you walked into your enclosed office, rather than just another open cubicle, was indescribable. However, there was whispers that always floated around the office workers. Talks of what the young CEO liked to do as a hobby, both outside of work and during a certain mysterious block of hours that were always blacked out for him on a daily basis where he refused to take calls, clients, or meetings. Supposedly, he never left his office during those hours. And rather, there was always someone seen going in, to not come back out until the hours were over. That was all hearsay, a myth, an urban legend, until it happened to you.

One day, it was you he sent for to come into his office during those blacked out hours. And it was only then did you realize a whole different side to your boss. At first, he claimed it was just a chance to get to know his workers better, have a little ‘one on one’ time without the interruptions of the usual work day. And that’s exactly what happened the next two times he called you back in. You both got to know each other more personally, and it made you feel as if you finally made it to the friendship level in your work relationship. Dare you say, there was even moments of him flirting with you.

It was after the third meeting, did things take a sudden, sinful, turn. Not that you were complaining. Moreso, you were wantonly moaning. But only after agreeing to signing a very detailed contract. And that’s when you knew each other not just on a personal level, but an intimate one as well.

This went on for the better part of the year, him even taking you on a few out of office dates, and even though one of the many rules he had was never to catch feelings for him, you did, obviously. It didn’t help that on one of those public dates he decided to kiss you, which only fueled your innate feelings. You were only human after all. Feelings you always kept in and never showed except when your limbs were entangled and the tears of longing that ran down your face could be hid under the pretense of being euphorically overstimulated. If he ever got the sense you were falling for him, he never showed it.

When he broke up with his girlfriend, you had glutton laced hope that maybe he did it to be with you, exclusively. Except, the conversation of topic wasn’t ever brought up. And when your year mark hit, you didn’t even get one call or text from him. Sure, you didn’t technically have a label, but you thought you meant more to him than an essential booty call. You guessed wrong.

It wouldn’t be until three months later of you just doing your regular personal assistant duties at work, did you get summoned back to his office. With an exhausted sigh, you had no choice but to listen to your bosses orders and meet up with him. Not one to address the elephant in the room, you chose not to say anything of your previous sexual activities, and opted for the polite and professional ‘what can I do for you, sir’.

And thus, you were invited to join him for the evening at his 23.5 million dollar mansion, a fact you looked up due to pure curiosity and to busy yourself during the eerily silent car ride in the black, sleek, limo he sent for you to your house to be picked up. Requesting you dress in cocktail attire, you had to call up your best friend and raid her closet to wear something even close to what he had in mind. Cause other than the bleak, but comfortable, business attire you donned at work, all that was in your closet was casual and laidback clothing fitting for a single woman who was still paying off her student loan debt for the next 30 years. Basically, she was your lifesaver, and how it was possible for you to be wearing a black, body hugging, lace, bustier cocktail dress.

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High, thick, concrete walls that connected to an equally as high and thick automatic gate is what greeted you upon the arrival to just the entrance to the mansion. The driver signaled to the security guard station that was located on the side of the gate in order to monitor who comes and goes in the mansion for Jungkook’s safety. The security then pressed the magic button that thrust the gates wide open with ease and the limo resumed on it’s course up the long, scenic driveway that lead to the main doors of the mansion.

Once the car pulls to a stop in front of the mansion, you could hear the driver get out of the car. Assuming he was about to open your car door, you waited. Seconds later, the door is pulled open, but it’s not by the limo driver, it’s by Jeon Jungkook himself. Your eyes widened considerably at his sudden appearance, looking as elegant as always. He held his hand out to you with a knowing smirk, ready to help you out of the limo. Stepping out carefully onto the black asphalt, you held his hand tightly as leverage before letting go to stand up straight in front of him.

His eyes are locked on yours. There is an eerie calm in his demeanor that makes your pulse quicken. The subtle grin on his lips tells you not to be fooled by the quiet. It’s the silence before the predator strikes his prey. You see him look you over carefully and hungrily as he takes a step closer. He opens his mouth to speak and his voice is low and gravelly.

“Well, don’t you look ravishing, love.”

Your cheeks feel warm and your heart skips a beat. You suddenly feel as if the air around you has become much warmer, even on the blistery cool night it was only a second before his use of both the compliment and the pet name that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Shall we?” He offered his arm to you like a true gentleman, but you knew otherwise. Still, you took the offered arm in kind with a polite smile as he guided you both up the stairs and through the large front doors that were currently being held open by staff help, you could only assume.

Upon entering the foyer of the mansion, he continued to lead you up another flight of stairs that led you to his private wing where he said you could moan and scream in privacy. A cheeky smile plastered on his face as he leaned in to whisper the lewd thought into your exposed ear from wearing your hair in an updo.

It was a couple of more minutes of walking through a maze of hallways before he stilled both your movements in front of a plain, black door. In fact, upon surveying your surroundings since stepping inside, you have yet to see another door like it. This must be the only one. A thought that made you tilt your head in wonder, but you didn’t voice it out loud. Least, not until you see the key he fishes out of his pocket for you to see.

“Is this your room?” You ask inquisitively, tight smile on your face. Your heart was dreading what your body anticipated.

Jungkook let’s out a small chuckle and grins widely. He walks slowly closer to you, his eyes roaming over your body unabashedly. It was in this moment, that you truly did feel like his prey.

“Like what you see, sir?” You smirked at him, using his preferred choice of naming that normally gets him frazzled.

When he gets close, he moves around to your side, as though getting a view of all your angles. You don’t see him, but you hear him let out a soft grunt of approval before he steps closer to you, now taking the position of being behind you.

You can feel him behind you, the electricity of the close proximity buzzing through your body and hitting you in waves. You hear him breathe you in deeply. Savoring your scent and letting it wash over him. The lightest groan could be heard falling from his lips as he exhaled, barely audible, but you caught it within the silence of the hallway.

“Yes.” The delayed reply came with a drawn out ‘s’ sound at the end.

All of a sudden he pressed his soft lips against your shoulder as his hands came to rest on the curve of your hips. His lips slowly hovered over your skin, trailing up to the base of your neck, where he chooses to plant his next kiss. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin and it sends a delightful chill through you.

Not another sound has been made as you then feel one of his hands reach around your front to your chest. He leaves another kiss on your neck. The hand that rose to your chest, now outlined the curve of your breast sensually on it’s way to trail up your collarbone. Reaching it’s end destination, large hand lightly curving around the side of your throat with ease, his lips place yet another kiss on your skin. The other hand that’s on your hip, grips your waist more tightly.

With another deep inhalation of your aroma, he squeezes your throat so lightly, you could barely feel it. Holding it for just a moment, he lets his hand fall from your neck and moves from his position behind you, effectively letting you free from his snake like grip that did nothing but entrance you into your submissive state.

Standing back in front of you, he gently places one hand on your cheek with a soft, sincere look on his face and a question on his lips.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.” You reply back instantly.

Jungkook holds your gaze for a moment and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He reaches down to unlock the door with one hand, the other grabbing your hand to lead you in once he pushes it open. Walking through the threshold, you were surrounded by an aura the room held within it’s closed doors. There was no doubt in your mind, this was his playroom.

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You recall the stoplight system he uses. Green to keep going, yellow to slow down or be careful, and red for a full stop. You repeated the rules like a mantra in your head, not realizing that Jungkook has long since shut the door behind your bodies and was now trying to talk with you. Blinking yourself out of your stupor, did your ears seem to start working again as you shyly asked him to repeat himself one more time.

On the bed you can see three decorative boxes, clearly gifts for someone. He looks at you, smiling widely, and gestures towards the boxes.

“I told you that I wanted you to have something that could be your own in this space. In each box is something you might enjoy using during our time together.” He patiently reiterated for a second time.

“Oh! Really?” You asked unbelieving. Maybe he does this ritual for every girl he brings into his playroom, you rationalized in your head.

He opens the various boxes for you and invites you to take a look inside them. In the first box are red ropes. In the second box is a pair of black, leather cuffs bound together by a short chain. In the third box is a black, satin blindfold with ribbon accents around the edging.

“You choose whichever one you would like, and it’s yours.” He vowed to you solemnly.

Why did this oddly feel like leaving a toothbrush at your boyfriend’s house? The only difference being he isn’t your boyfriend, and his idea of a toothbrush is a sex toy of your choosing. Your mind reeled with unspoken questions while your heart started fluttering with the possibility of this endeavor meaning something more to him than just a booty call.

Is it possible that he was catching feelings too?

Leaning down to reach into the box, you chose to go for the black, satin blindfold. The simplicity and allure drawing itself to you. You couldn’t wait to experience what kind of pleasure this material would bring you. More specifically, what he would bring you wearing it.

Once again you got lost in your thoughts while holding the blindfold in the palm of your hand delicately. The fabric is luxurious and soft against your skin. During your inner lewd daydreams, Jungkook took it upon himself to walk into the connecting bathroom in the room to undress until he was in nothing but his underwear.

Minutes later he returns, thoroughly disrobed, and grins at your selection of choice.

“Have you made your decision, baby?”

His voice breaks you from your daydream, as you subtly nod your head at him in response, eyes showing no remorse as they trail over the beautiful, nearly nude, male in front of you. Now you suddenly felt overdressed.

Jungkook holds his hand out for you to give the blindfold to him. He looks you over with eager anticipation and gives you a wide smile.

“Ready to begin?” He asks in a sultry voice that has your toes curling in your heels.

“Yes, I’m ready.” You replied, not realizing your mistake. His eyes narrowed.

“Colors next time. Green. Yellow. Red.” He annunciated each color in a clear and concise voice so you understood. You nodded and this time you replied back correctly.

“Green.”

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Jungkook smiles softly at you. He steps around behind you and covers your eyes with the blindfold, positioning it carefully before tying it tightly against your head. He lets his hands caress the sides of your neck for a moment, letting each hand run its own course along the tops of your shoulders and then moves around to stand back in front of your now sightless figure. You feel him take your hands in his.

Without any kind of warning, he immediately pulls you in so close you could feel the body head that radiates from him, as his lips meet yours in a kiss. The kisses are slow and sensual at first, but become more intense and needier with each touch of his traveling hands. You feel his hands find place on your hips as he carefully guides your body backwards still kissing you. Deprived of your sight, you relaxed your body to let him lead you without trouble.

Feeling your back touch a wall, you let out a soft grunt in the kiss. Jungkook uses the opportunity of the new position to press his body against yours. His kisses are deep and his tongue slithers into your mouth with expertise, mingling with yours. You let out a soft moan as you kiss him, the sound eliciting a response in him in a way of tilting his head to kiss you more deeply, his hands gripping onto you tightly to the point of slight pain, but still mostly pleasure.

Due to the close proximity, you can feel how his heart is beating against your clothed breast. He angles his hips before pressing them towards you and you can feel exactly how much he’s enjoying the make out session so far, his length prominent behind the thin underwear he’s still wearing. He then abruptly breaks the kiss, which has your submissive side whining in disappointment.

His body heat fades from yours as he steps back and away from you, but you still stay leaning against the wall since he hasn’t told you to move. Still unable to see, you can hear him shuffling around within the room. Even with his absence, you can still smell the alluring musk of his cologne in the air and it’s dizzying.

A moment later, you hear the sound of his feet padding towards you, before he pivots at the last moment he would’ve made contact with your body, and places an unknown object onto the nightstand you know is located a few paces somewhere close to where you stood against the wall. Your body flinches at the sudden onslaught of his hands on your body once more, his lips coming in a barrage of lip bruising precision. His hands then begin the arduous process of removing your clothes while finding strategic ways to break the kiss as little as possible.

Soon, you feel nothing but air hit your body as you stand in nothing but the blindfold still tightly secured around your eyes, nothing but black filling your vision. He places a delicate kiss on your now bare shoulder with a tenderness that has you inwardly keening at his soft nature coming out for you only.

Then you feel something cold, an ice cube, you conclude. Your nipples instantly hardened at the abrupt coldness, goosebumps now littering your skin all over. He alternated between tantalizingly rubbing the ice cube on various parts of your body, to then take it away and replace the cold spot with soft, warm kisses. Between those kisses he asked a question.

“Green?”

“Green.” You breathlessly echoed.

Once you could only assume the ice cube fully melted from your body heat alone, did he calculatingly place one of his arms behind your knee and one behind your back to scoop you up into his arms in a bridal style hold. You let out a quiet gasp at the sudden action.

Gently he laid you down on the silk sheets of the bed and hovering over you with one arm supporting him, he reached over to the nightstand to grab another ice cube. Continuing the cold assault on your body, he kept switching in between rubbing the ice cube on multiple parts of your body and planting precise soft, warm, open mouthed kisses on the once cold areas. Your back arching underneath him due to his ministrations, little mewls could be heard falling from your lips.

He licks up the drops of water as they start trailing down your body. The ice play and Jungkook’s skilled tongue elicit moans of pleasure from you, particularly when he gives his full attention to more sensitive parts of your body. The longer you play, the more you feel as though Jungkook is on autopilot. Every touch is calculated and needy as he seeks refuge in your body. With each change of position and play his touch becomes more rough.

His body climbs further up yours as he effectively traps you underneath his body, leaning down to kiss you deeply. With one of his hands he pins your wrists above your head still kissing you. You feel him pull back slightly as you feel his teeth playfully bite into your bottom lip a little too hard, the unwarranted action causing you to gasp into the little space between your faces. He doesn’t let up, pinning your wrists harder into the bed with his grip tightening around them.

His lips leave kisses as they trail down your chin to the base of your neck, where his teeth decide to make another showing. The sharp pinch and suction on your skin is harder than you expected, and it hurts. Not wanting to ruin the mood, however, you kept your lips pursed tightly. Even though the word ‘yellow’ wanted to make it’s way out of your mouth in a small plea.

His pacing doesn’t change as he switches his assault on your body to one where his hands were continuously moving and grasping all parts of your body aggressively, the gentle side of him long gone. His mouth and tongue ravished your body, him wanting to get a taste of every inch of you. His whole demeanor screamed rough and possessive.

A slight whimper made it’s way up your throat and through your still pursed lips. Yet you steeled your resolve, selfishly hoping that any minute he would change back to the gentle Jungkook you once knew, and unfortunately and consequently, you were still in love with.

Seemingly out of nowhere, cause it was, to you, he uses his sheer upper body strength once he sits back up on his knees, to flip your body over, resulting in you now being face down in the pillows with your bare back and ass in plain view for him. You mistakenly thought he was doing this to give you a gentle, pleasurable, back massage. Once again, you were wrong.

He hungrily kisses, licks, sucks, and bites all over the newly exposed skin that has yet to feel his wrath. His hands roughly grasped your hips, your ass, everything. Mimicking his previous position, he once again grasps your wrists in his one large hand to press them down into the bed. Your head was now facing sideways, resting on the upper part of your arm in an attempt to get some air into your lungs, breaths coming out in sharp pants. With his tight grip on your wrists, he slid his chest down the length of your back until you could feel his breath fan over your bare ass cheek, his other arm stretched out over your legs to unknowingly keep your body in place, not at all prepared for the wave of pain you were about to feel. You even half expected him to ask you for what color you’re currently feeling before he makes his move. Nope. Not this time, apparently.

His teeth sunk harshly and without remorse into the flesh of your hip, the only surprise for you being his target which you thought was going to be your ass cheek. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It should be your new mantra in life.

A searing pain burns at your hip and there is no doubt in your mind that he’s drawn blood.

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“What the actual fuck, Jungkook?”

Your high pitched scream and question cut through the now humid air that was caused by your heated bodies. Roughly tugging yourself out of his iron grip on your wrists, you tugged the blindfold up enough to see Jungkook. A look of murder was on your face from the painful action, your hip now throbbing from the male’s assault.

What you didn’t realize was that Jungkook was still stuck in his dominating persona, and you just broke a major rule by not using the stoplight code.

Jungkook doesn’t say a word to you as he releases you from his grip fully, face blank from emotion, as he lifts himself up off the bed to stand back on his feet. His figure striding over towards an array of toys that hung on the far wall in plain view with a newfound purpose. He just stands there for a second with his back towards you, pondering, when he slowly and delicately picks a riding crop up off one of the many shelves that were lined up in rows on the wall.

When he looks at you next, his gaze is cold. This isn’t the warm look your encounter started with, as the supposedly playful bites that were already painting bruises on your skin, stung painfully.

Something feels off. Something feels wrong.

Deciding that you were finally done, you carefully untie and remove his gift. The blindfold now free from it’s once tight grip around your head, and toss it in front of you on the bed. You shuffle yourself off the bed, being careful not to bump any of your now very prominent forming bruises that littered your body in a grotesque painting. Mustering up what dignity you had left, you stood at the side of the bed with a straight back and stared at Jungkook.

Jungkook now eyes the blindfold on the bed with a steely gaze, standing directly in front of the bed in a stiff manner, hand holding the riding crop in a death grip, his knuckles turning white. He saunters over to your now standing form to stand directly in front of you instead.

“I didn’t tell you to take it off, did I?” His voice pierced through the room in a tone void of emotion. You couldn’t believe those were the first words he was going to say to you after everything that just happened. Your hand twitched from its spot that hovered near your now aching hip.

It all happened so quick, it was like a blur, as if your mind already wanted to erase this whole scenario from your mind before it even began. With fast and precise movements, Jungkook grabs your wrist and turns you around to face the bed. He lets go of your wrist only to press it harshly against your lower back, the action resulting in you now being bent over for him, your upper body landing on the bed with your ass still up in the air. It was the perfect position for his next move. You should’ve expected it at this point, but naively, you didn’t. That was your mistake. Though, least you can say you tried.

“Jungkook, wait, don’t— STOP!”

With a sharp twist of his wrist, Jungkook makes a fatal hit on your bare ass. A loud ‘SMACK’ could be heard reverberate through the room from the contact of the riding crop hitting your skin. Your whole body being pushed forward from the sheer force of the hit. Not wanting to make the same mistake twice you finally said the correct code word. Or rather, you screamed it.

“RED! RED! RED!”

You’re in tears. Them falling immediately after the riding crop left your now red, sore, skin. Jungkook says nothing, but to your relief, he also doesn’t continue.

“This isn’t like you.” The words coming out of your mouth in a watery mess, your body now curled in on itself, your legs being pulled up on the bed fully, as you now took the fetal position. Suddenly, you felt overexposed.

As though being broken from a trance, your comment made his cold demeanor crack as his eyes widened. His breathing is hard and you can tell his adrenaline has been pumping. It wasn’t until you finally gained enough strength to pick your wrecked and sore body off the bed to gather your things and get dressed in record breaking time, did his facial expression change. You can physically see the array of emotion’s pass by on his face, it’s as if he doesn’t even fully understand what just transpired in his own body himself.

Gathering your courage, you decided that you would not let this situation break you. And instead, you were going to stand up for yourself for once. Feelings be damned. You didn’t want to be with someone in any way, shape, or form, if they could so willing do something like this to you without restraint.

“This wasn’t what we agreed to.” You started your little speech in a calm, cold manner. Jungkook was getting ready to open his mouth and spew some kind of bullshit for you to forgive him. You raised your hand up in front of his face to stop him. You were not going to let him have the chance.

“Green. Yellow. Or red. I don’t fucking care–“ you emphasized in a now loud tone.

“If I say stop, YOU STOP!” You yelled the last words in his face, eyes ablaze with a fury he’s never seen on you wear before. It makes him feel even worse than he already does.

Stepping back away from him, to give yourself some distance from the male before you do something you regret, you let out an exhausted and shaky sigh. Your own adrenaline starting to come down from the weight of the words that just came out of your mouth. Man, you just wanted a warm bath and to snuggle into your equally warm, safe, bed.

Jungkook seems conflicted and confused. But he respects your distance and doesn’t move an inch towards you. He quickly grabs his clothes from the bathroom, but instead of getting dressed in there, he opts to stand in the same position in front of you as before, not wanting you to leave without him knowing.

He dresses to the best of his ability while still standing up. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment, but he says nothing and looks away. ‘What a coward’, you thought inwardly in disgust. All he does is trek his way to the entrance of the room, where he opens it for you. Not wasting a second more, you hurriedly step through the threshold and make your way down the same path you took to get here, except now you were leaving. Jungkook surprisingly doesn’t go to follow you, as if his body is still in shock over it’s misuse of someone so precious to them, you.

You make your way down the main grand staircase that leads to the foyer and the two, large, grandiose doors that will be your escape from this mansion. The staff held them open for you patiently, as if Jungkook already told them you were leaving somehow. Sure enough, as soon as you stepped foot into the outside air, there was already the same black limo idly waiting for your arrival to drive you back home. The driver held the door open for you as you climbed into the backseat. Stealing a glance back towards the mansion as the car drove off, you looked through the back, tinted window. You saw Jungkook standing where the car was prior on the black asphalt. His chest heaving, mouth open, and a look of regret and sorrow was painted on his face, as if he made a last minute decision to chase after you. His attempt was futile. You were already gone. And you never looked back again.

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A letter of resignation would be found on his office desk in the morning when he would sit down in his chair. Hands holding the paper so carefully, a look of heartbreak resting on his face at the name signed at the bottom.

Your name.

Slamming the paper down on the desk with both hands, he stood up in his chair, the force of him kicking it back with his foot hard enough to clatter on the floor behind him. His rage not yet satiated, he made a big swiping motion with his hands and arms as he made all his belongings on the clear, glass desk fly into the air before harshly landing in a pile of nonsense on the dark, marble flooring.

Still standing, his head was down, with his hair shielding his face. His knuckles clutched tightly on the glass desk turning white, his nails digging into the palms of his hands that was painful, but he didn’t care. It was nothing compared to the pain he brought you, albeit, it was never intended to get that far. He would forever regret the way he treated you, someone he very closely came to loving. But as always, he had to fuck up the one good thing in his life.

Tears splattered on the clear desk in a continuous pattern as his shoulders shook with the quiet sobs he held in so others couldn’t hear.

He couldn’t appear weak,

he was the CEO after all.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t ready to fight for you with all he had.

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Starting your new job at a different firm wasn’t easy. You were so used to the ways of your old place of work, your coworkers, your boss. It was difficult trying to find a new routine, but after a couple of months, you finally found one. You weren’t necessarily happy, but you were content. And that was better than nothing.

Jungkook hasn’t tried contacting you since you resigned. And as much as you wanted to completely cut him off from your life for good, you still found yourself looking at articles that pertained to the young, handsome, successful CEO. Though, there were some concerns about certain businesses he was in charge of that had to do with shareholders? You’re not entirely sure what it all means, not majoring in business yourself, but the fancy charts in the article that show drastic highs and lows must mean it’s not anything good.

And of course, you stalked his social media accounts. To your utmost surprise, there hasn’t been any racy pictures of him with other women since after you left. In fact, other than a few pictures of him with respectable business women where he kept a polite distance with a trained smile, there wasn’t any others. None. As if he took the time to delete each and every one from all his social media accounts. But why would he go through the hassle of something like that? To try and create a better image of himself for future investment opportunities? That had to be it, you thought rationally.

Cause surely, it wasn’t because of you.

You scoffed at the preposterous thought that wormed itself into your head. Wearing your comfy pajama set, you scooped another spoonful of ice cream that ended up in your mouth. Humming in content over the creamy goodness, you frowned upon realizing that was the last bite. Just as you were about to get up and throw the carton away, there was three, loud, consecutive knocks on your front door.

Stopping in your tracks, you stilled. Maybe they were knocking on the wrong door? After a few minutes of you still not answering the door, the persistent knocks continued for another three raps. Furrowing your eyebrows you decided to just open the door and steer them in the right direction.

What you didn’t expect, was for Jeon Jungkook of all people to be standing in a for once, casual outfit of choice, as if he was trying to blend in with the surrounding people. In fact, it seemed like his whole persona has changed. He has a new haircut and style, new piercings on his face that weren’t there before, and even some tattoos on his once bare skin. To say you were shocked, would be an understatement. You’ll admit, it just makes him even more irresistible. Much to your dismay.

“I believe I owe you an apology. May I come in, y/n?”

You stared at him like he had two heads. Was he serious?

“You’re serious? It’s been like, three months, Jungkook! Not that I was keeping count or anything–,” you started off strong, then gradually fell into your word vomit. His lip gave a subtle quirk, as he tried not to smile at your adorable rambling, lip piercing slightly moving with the sudden gesture.

“You’re right.” He began, making you cross your arms in pride that he agreed with you for once. “It’s been three months, one week, and four days. And yes, I was keeping track.” He stated the exact amount of time so casually, no hint of being embarrassed about it at all on his face. Your mouth dropped open as your eyes widened comically. He was serious. Oh, shit.

Okay. Okay. Okay. You repeated in your head as you cautiously opened the door wider and moving off to the side to give him room to walk inside your small, dingy, but comfortable home. You just hoped he wouldn’t rip you a new one at your choice of living. Or your interior design. The afterthought coming after you not so subtly shut the door quickly behind him, and raced by him into the living room to inspect what damage you’ve done this evening with your recent pity party of one. It looked decent, thankfully. And you mentally patted yourself on the back for that one.

Choosing to sit on the lazy boy recliner that could only fit one, you strategically created a good amount of distance between you two as he sat on the loveseat that was adjacent to you. Curling your legs underneath you, you tugged the throw blanket that was hanging off the back of the chair in pure decoration, and threw it over the lower half of your body. Tucking it up underneath your arms, you were sure the blanket was thoroughly secured and risked looking up into Jungkook’s face for the first time since you opened the door. Time to get this conversation over with.

“So,” you started, drawing out the ‘o’ sound, “–about that apology? You owe me a lot more than that.” As an afterthought, you added a sly, “I got home just fine, by the way.” A morose smile was on your face, a sure fire way of letting him know you were being sarcastic.

His face was still stoic, eyes just continuing to stare into your soul. If it wasn’t for you watching him so closely, you would’ve missed the slight twitch that occurred with his now pierced eyebrow. He forgot just how feisty you could be, a stark reminder that you were much different from his previous relationships.

One of the many reasons he did end up falling for you in the time you spent together, you being none the wiser. Not that he explicitly showed he was interested in you more than just what was written in the contract. His mind always won over his heart when it came to business. But now he saw things in a new light since you’ve been gone, he was a completely changed man, for the most part.

“That’s good to hear.” He gave you a small, genuine smile. When it came to your safety, it was always his top priority. It wasn’t something to joke about. He understood that much.

“I’m sorry our evening ended like it did.” The smile now wiped from his face completely, eyes full of sorrow, the events of that night swirling in his head like a reel of old film. It haunted him to this day, him still not fully knowing how he let himself go so carelessly. It’s like he completely blacked out after a certain extent of your activities, losing himself to his dominant side that he thought he had control over by now. He was wrong, it seems. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position. And I am very glad that you made it home safely, y/n.”

Your face started to turn into one of sympathy for the male, the feeling behind his words seeming real. Or, so you thought. Until he uttered the next words from his mouth that made your face contort into one of disbelief.

“I thought you understood what you were getting into though.”

You scoffed out loud at him.

“Seriously? You treated me like a one night stand you could hurt to make yourself feel better!” The words rushed out of your mouth in a clipped tone. Your body leaning forward from the weight of the words.

He held his hands up in defense, worried you might get up at any moment to pummel into him with your tiny, yet still equally as dangerous, fists of fury when you were upset enough. Another reason he fell for you, your strength and being able to stand up for yourself.

“That wasn’t my intention, I assure you…,” he trailed off, deep in thought, his gaze on you turning into one of resolve and clarity. “Maybe you still aren’t quite ready for this lifestyle. You should have said ‘red’ sooner.”

An unladylike snort made it’s way out of your nose from the surprising comment. This guy, you thought with a click of your tongue, shaking your head in mock sadness for the male in front of you. He still didn’t understand what an apology was, or what it meant for that matter. Clearly, he believes that he did nothing wrong that night. A heavy feeling settled itself into your stomach where butterflies used to once flutter for Jungkook. And now they were all dead.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You threw up your hands in frustration, head thrown back into the chair as you stared up at the blank white ceiling before settling your sights back on the perfect example of what a privileged man looks like.

“Are you kidding me right now?!” Your voice cracked from the sudden high pitch in tone. “This isn’t something that I’ve,“ you pointed at yourself, emphasizing. “–done wrong, Jungkook!”

“I suppose that makes sense…,” he once again trailed off, unphased by your outburst and theatrics, shrugging his shoulders in a nonchalant way. It pissed you off to no end. How the hell did you waste a better part of over a year on this guy? You must’ve been blinded by love.

“MAKES SENSE?!”

Your body shifted as if you were about to stand up, which you were, from the amount of rage you were currently experiencing with your whole body. The throw blanket being thrown off your lap haphazardly without a care. The subtle action making Jungkook instantly jump up from his position on the couch to now stand behind the couch he was sitting on prior, using it as a makeshift shield. He was smart, sometimes.

Assuming the position of defense, he once again held his hands up in front of him, fingers splayed out as extra protection, you could only guess, before wisely spewing the rest of his thoughts out loud that will hopefully ward you off and have you change your mind about attempting to murder him.

“Y/N, wait! Listen to me for just a moment!” He pleaded with you desperately. Now standing up yourself, you took one step towards him as he took one step back.

“You’re right.” He led with the phrase that made you stare at him questioningly. Your head tilted to the side as your arms crossed over your chest. Foot tapping impatiently on the ground, you gestured with one of your hands for him to continue. He had your attention. He better not waste it.

“I was in the wrong here. I should have checked in. Just because you didn’t use a safe word doesn’t mean that you were doing okay. It truly is on me. I have not been a good dom to you.” Your face lost it’s anger, now turning into one of astonishment as you focused on the words that fell from his mouth. “It’s inexcusable, and I would understand if you considered it unforgivable as well.” Your arms now unfolded to flop uselessly by your sides as you stood up straighter. “If you want to end it here and now, I wouldn’t blame you for it. Though, I guess you kind of did already..” his voice got smaller, the fact making his heart feel heavy. But despite his tone, he gained the courage to walk around the couch to stand in front of you a few feet away. His hands were fisted at his sides as he mustered up the strength to properly finish his speech. “But I will ask, selfishly, that you give me another chance.”

“We don’t even want the same things.” You fired out the fact with an exasperated tone. Your body sagged, suddenly feeling exhausted from this whole conversation.

“I understand that.” He stated, just as matter of fact. It made your eyebrows furrow in confusion. If he understood, why was he still so adamant to get back together with you?

“I don’t know what’s going on, but you’re all over the place! You told me before all this happened that you just might consider taking me out on dates, exclusively, with a title. That’s why I decided to meet you at your house that day, even though my mind was telling me otherwise. But then that date suddenly turned into another one of your sessions.” The passionate explanation was the last straw for your worn out body as you resolved to sitting back down in the comfort of the lazy chair, not being able to support the own weight of your body anymore. Your head fell into your hands as your palms rubbed into your eyes viciously, trying to cease the onslaught of tears that wanted to spill out.

Jungkook dropped to his knees in front of your sitting figure, not caring about how his knees might bruise from the sudden impact, his height now matching yours as he gently grabbed both of your hands to pull them away from your face. In response, you turned your head to the side to try and hide the fact that you couldn’t succeed in stopping the tears from coming out. It broke his heart, a lump of his own starting to form in the back of his throat that he cleared before continuing to speak, now in a soft, gentle, tone.

“I know, I’m so sorry, y/n.” He released his grip on your wrists one large hand, opting for holding both of yours in a firm, but gentle grip. The other rising to caress the side of your face that’s turned away from him, slowly moving your face forward towards him so he could look you in the eyes with what he says next. He wants you to know he means every word.

“I wish I could explain away my actions, but that would be disingenuous even if outside factors are affecting me.”

“You’re right about that.” You mumbled under your breath bitterly, now looking into his big, brown, doe eyes you love.

“Is there anything I can do to begin to fix us? I don’t want to lose you, as much as I deserve to.” His eyes glistened with a watery sheen to them. You clutched onto his hand with yours, the one that was still caressing your face with utmost care. Your heart was starting to resurface for the lonely male. But, you inwardly decided, this would be his one and only chance under one condition.

“Tell me what’s really going on, or I’m out. I mean it, Jungkook.” You squeezed the hand that was holding yours in emphasis.

Letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he waited for your next words, he nodded determinedly, albeit with a little hesitation. He’s never been one to express his emotions so vividly. The whole vulnerable side being new to him entirely. He never even got like this with his previous partners. His feelings having never run this deep for anyone before.

“When I first started talking to you, I found myself quickly enamored with you in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. I found myself sharing details of my life I hadn’t spoken about in years. I was telling you about my dreams. You were in my dreams!” He rubbed the side of your face with his thumb, eyes wide with a small smile making an appearance on his face. “You made me feel so normal. Not once did you treat me differently for my money. It was like I could live this other life around you. It was–,” his voice quieted, his eyes searching yours for something unknown to you, but he let out a shaky exhale as he continued with his spiel, his voice now sounding breathless. “–intoxicating. It made me want to lavish you. I fell so fucking hard for you, y/n.”

His end confession didn’t go unnoticed from your ears, but you knew this wasn’t the time to expand on that subject quite yet. So, you asked a logical question back at him, even more confused with what he wanted than before he started talking.

“So, what happened?”

“I broke my own rules so quickly. I took you out on that date and kissed you in front of everyone. It was everything I swore I wouldn’t do again….but I loved it.” He chuckled to himself humorlessly. “And then I had to leave you. By the time the plane landed in Paris where my meeting was being held, the news of us had spread like wildfire. The mergers came out at the worst time. Speculation began that I was being a playboy, focusing less on business and more on pleasure. The stocks dropped. The shareholders panicked.” There was a slight pause in his rambling where you were able to chime in your thoughts.

“That doesn’t sound good.” You quietly spoke in between the negative space shared between your bodies.

“So, yes, I did have to handle my father’s estate while I was out of town. I also then worked around the clock to satisfy the shareholders and keep their confidence high in my abilities.”

“I can’t imagine having to deal with those at the same time.” You grimaced at the thought, knowing if you were in Jungkook’s shoes, they would definitely be a heavy pair to fill.

“It’s all settled for now. Not without several sleepless nights trying to figure it all out, of course.”

He waved his free hand into the air nonchalantly, his face sporting a small grin. His playful side making a rare appearance right in front of your eyes. The sight making those butterflies start kicking up in your stomach, before you harshly swallowed them down to nothing.

“What was so hard to sort out?” You inquired curiously, head tilting into his hand subconsciously.

“I couldn’t let you go.” He said casually. Not an ounce of him lying could be heard in his voice or in his facial expression.

You? So it was your fault? That made no sense.

“All of this,” you gestured wildly with your arms in the space around you, using the air as a metaphor for all the chaos in Jungkook’s world, “is over me?” Your eyebrows raised into your hairline in question.

“Does that really surprise you?” His eyebrows mimicked yours in response. “I’ve shared things with you that I wouldn’t dream of letting other people know about. Despite how hard I’ve worked to keep my walls up, you–,” he booped your nose softly with the tip of his finger, “–knock them down effortlessly.” He gave you a lopsided grin.

Damnit, those stupid butterflies were back with a vengeance.

“So, I made myself believe that if our only connection was the contract, I could balance everything again. I could have everything scheduled, and I could still see you.”

You leaned backwards into the chair, effectively breaking the contact with his hands and ran your hands through your hair as you exhaled a sigh. Splaying your hands on your stomach, your new position was one of exhaustion and laziness. You eyes him warily, eyes narrowed with more questions that needed answers.

He sat in front of you, patiently, but now he sat at your feet on the floor. His height not changing much from the new position. Must be nice, you thought enviously with your genetically short statured body. Your height was another factor that made Jungkook want to keep you all to himself. It made you more irresistible in his eyes.

“Why would this affect your businesses?”

Jungkook mindlessly poked his tongue out to play with his lip ring as he tilted his head to the side, inwardly debating on how to put his response into the correct words, an action that made you swallow your own saliva that seemed to build up quickly out of nowhere causing you to choke on your own spit for a second. The sound not going unnoticed by Jungkook as his sharp gaze zeroed in on you with a look of concern. You waved your hands at him in response in a silent ‘I’m good’, not wanting to explain what warranted the choking to occur. How embarrassing would that be? Your cheeks flushed at the would be explanation.

Deeming that you’re okay and not spontaneously dying in front of him, he wrapped his arms around his bent knees as his back now leaned against your mahogany coffee table. Playing with one of the various rings that adorned his hands, he attempted an explanation you could understand.

“The easiest way I can explain it is that rivals will look for anything that’s a perceived weakness to get rumors buzzing. A wonderful date was twisted into an accused source of distraction from cranking out shareholder profits. Which is exactly why I try to keep things in my life as private as possible.”

When you didn’t offer any comments, he did a lip trill with his lips before proceeding. His voice wavered with deep emotion playing across his face you couldn’t quite decipher.

“What I’m saying is I made a mistake, y/n. I thought I could arrange things like I used to. But I made a mistake.” He repeated the line with a sense of urgency, hoping you would pick up on it so you understood him. You did. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met before.” He looked downcast, defeated, vulnerable. Nothing like the CEO persona you were used too, but maybe moreso it was a hint at the real Jungkook. Your Jungkook.

“Do you even know what you want?” You questioned in a tired tone. Feeling like you’ve more than beat that specific question dead. But so far, it seems to have been looked over by the male, like he was trying to avoid it, and you were done waiting.

“And I still don’t understand why the tabloids would be focused on me at all. I’m a nobody. A wallflower. A face in the crowd. A background character. A homebody. Whenever I take my shirt off I’m mostly worried last night’s snack is gonna fall out! Especially when we have spur of the moment sex!” You rambled theatrically, pointing at yourself and even going so far as to stand back up and shake out your current pajama top you were wearing that did, in fact, still have a few crumbs leftover in it’s creases from the snacks you were eating prior to his arrival. A fact, that made Jungkook chuckle with a wide, bunny toothed grin as he looked up and watched you from his sitting position on the floor. God, you were so fucking adorable. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Sporting a now cheeky grin, he pushed himself up off the floor with the help of the coffee table to once again tower over you with his height. Unexpectedly, he leaned down to kiss the top of your head warmly, making your cheeks flush once again with a pink hue.

“I’ve always appreciated your ability to plan ahead and provide refreshments at every occasion.” He playfully acted like he was lifting a crumb off your shoulder to put into his mouth, before making a chewing motion with his mouth and moaning loudly as if he enjoyed the invisible food in his mouth. The act making you roll your eyes and shove his chest playfully in reply.

“It’s a hidden talent of mine, what can I say?” You nonchalantly told him with a raise of your shoulders, your hands held out at your sides palm up, as if to say ‘so what’?

“Seriously though, there is far more to you than you realize. Trust me.” He now opted to pat your head fondly, voice exuding nothing but truth. “And I need to make sure I’m doing right by you. Anything short of that isn’t fair to you.”

Playing with your hands, your body slightly curling in on itself from the loving tone Jungkook just used towards you of all people, made your shy side come out, not expecting the wholesome statement from the once playboy CEO.

Mustering up your courage, you looked up at Jungkook who had a sincere, loving, expression on his face directed towards you. You expected your voice to come out at an average voice frequency, but instead it came out as an almost whisper, it didn’t help that your voice still cracked in a few places. Thankfully, Jungkook’s ears could easily pick up your voice in the quiet living room that was devoid of all noise besides the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock that hung on your wall.

“I appreciate the apology, Jungkook. Thank you, truly. And I understand you’re in a really stressful place, but you don’t get to take it out on me.” Your voice gained more confidence at the end, which you were grateful for, wanting to convey that you will never allow him to use you in the same way again.

“You’re absolutely right.”

“Jungkook, have you ever had to deal with anything like this before? With nosy reporters and media outlets prying into your private details?” You were genuinely curious, not ever having to deal with it yourself, personally. But unlike you, Jungkook made a name for himself, a well known one that would capture the attention of the world around him.

“I take it you don’t read tabloids?” He chuckled at you humorlessly.

Not wanting to confess to essentially stalking the young CEO through various news outlets and social media, you decided to tell a white lie.

“I tend to skim through the news for important bits and that’s about it.”

He made a face of mild amusement, not quite believing you, but choosing to anyways.

“That’s smart. To answer your question, yes, I’ve often had to deal with reporters being in the private details of my life. In fact,” he raised his pointer finger up into the air with emphasis, “–that’s how I found out a former partner of mine was breaking contract with me. And how I found out my father was trying to edge me out of one of my companies many years ago.”

Your jaw dropped from the sudden information, your head still wracking your brain around his words. You sputtered unladylike in response, an action that made him genuinely laugh at your antics. But one thing stuck out to you that you needed an answer to.

“Wait, so–,” you gave him a confused look, “are you saying that your girlfriend, Sun-Yee, was just another contract holder? That’s why you two were together?”

He made a ‘so, so’ sign with his hand, as he gave off a look of indifference on his face.

“Yes, and no. Yes, she was a contract holder, but no, she was never actually my girlfriend. She only ever called herself that to anyone who asked, and I didn’t have the energy or time to correct her words to every single person she told. In the end, I just ignored it, cause she knew where I stood on the matter.”

A look of awe was on your face, your mouth open in a wide ‘o’. She would be the kind of person to do that.

“She broke off the contract with you? Why?” You didn’t believe that it was her that actually did it, you kinda always thought it was him.

“Yes, she did. Not that I really cared. I was close to breaking it off myself from the way she always acted and treated everyone. Both professionally and personally. Like you.” He gave you a look of remorse. “I’m sorry for the way she treated you. It was rude and unfair on her part. It’s actually one of the many reasons I chose you as my personal assistant, other than realizing that you were more than capable for the position. It was also my silent way of apologizing to you for all the times I didn’t, but should’ve, stood up for you and everyone else that crossed her path. Never did I expect that you taking the position would lead me to loving you, but hey–,” he smiled lovingly at you with warm eyes, “I’ll take it.”

“You know you’re an idiot, right?” You stated rhetorically, reaching up to wrap your arms loosely around his neck, hands folding at the nape of his neck as your fingers mindlessly played with his baby hairs.

“Yes.”

“But you’re my idiot.” You reiterated with confidence, now tapping the nape of his neck with your fingers, your silent way of telling him to ‘bring yourself down to my level you giraffe’.

He caught on to your tapping, and reacted instantly, his upper body immediately bending down to efficiently lock eyes with you, now being at your eye level. His hands caressed your sides lovingly, as he smoothly slid them underneath your pajama top with ease. His eyes that were once smiling now changing to one’s of regret, as his fingertips traced over a spot on your hip that was slightly raised. It was the spot where he bit you.

Shit. As soon as you felt his hand run back over the spot on your hip, the spot, you knew he would figure it out. Wanting to wipe the sad look off his face you uttered a few words with love and affirmation before he fell into a dark pit of despair.

“Don’t. I love you.”

Closing the gap between your bodies, your lips clashed against his both as a distraction from his self deprecating thoughts, and because you’ve been wanting to kiss him to see how it felt now that he had a lip piercing. It was everything you dreamed of, and more. It was such a minuscule thing, but it initiated a flame deep within your stomach that wouldn’t be satiated until you both collapsed onto the couch in an entanglement of limbs.

Which is exactly what was currently happening, the kiss having turned into a heated one quickly. Both of your bodies responding to each other with the same amount of desperation and need from being away from each other the last three months. Clothes were either shoved or ripped off, courtesy of Jungkook and R.I.P to your favorite pajama set, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at this moment.

Now fully nude, Jungkook took a hovering position over you as he abruptly pulled away from the kiss, his knees parting your thighs as you could feel the tip of him languidly swipe over your aching folds. It made you exhale breathlessly and Jungkook groan with his eyes shut, willing himself to not continue until he got your full consent.

Opening his eyes, he looked down at you with a sincere look of worry, his pupils were still blown with a lust filled haze, but you could tell his sole focus was making sure you were okay with what was about to transpire.

Nodding your head, you leaned up to gently kiss him on the lips, a silent signal that he could continue. He whispered lovefelt words into your mouth before thrusting his hips forward into yours, the delicious contact making you whimper into his mouth as you finally felt whole again.

“I love you, y/n.”

Your heart swelled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the toe curling, unrelenting, pace of his hips slamming into yours, mouth open in a silent moan he made sure to swallow with his own mouth now back on yours. And you knew for sure, he meant it.

[jvngkook97]

hey sage! love ur work. can i request a jungkook scenario where ur his date to an awards show and it’s the first time ur seen in public together? i love fluff, but u can do what ever u feel. thank u!!!

Star Of The Show

pairing; idol!jungkook x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, smut, established relationship, awards show au

warnings; cursing, light angst in the form of a small squabble, oral (f receiving), fingering, clit play, tongue fucking, nipple play, praise kink, dirty talk, semi (?) public sex in an alley, pretend that Jungkook is the only one who sings ‘for youth’ for all intents and purposes of this fic, and that he’s not part of BTS

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 5,382

a/n; this request has been saved in my drafts for awhile, so I apologize for the wait! like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Jeon Jungkook has been your boyfriend for the better half of three years.

The only catch? You two have been a secret.

The public has no idea who you are, nor what you look like.

Until now.

Jungkook was currently half way around the world on a promotional tour that ends with him coming back home to you, him having been invited and nominated for a prestigious award that all artists who had a career in music could only ever dream of being part of the category.

The ‘Artist of the Year’ award presented by the World Music Awards show.

You nearly spit out your drink when he told you so casually over FaceTime. He was even in the middle of doing a simple task of washing dishes, his phone propped against a stack of decorative recipe books he’s never looked through.

As he aggressively scrubbed two day old dishes where the food was basically engrained in them at this point, he grunted it out, brows furrowed in sheer determination to rid of the scum.

“Oh! I didn’t tell you. I’m nominated for the Artist of the Year Award.” His tongue began poking out from between his lips in concentration, his gaze completely off your comically gaping mouth that he would’ve laughed at otherwise if he wasn’t currently distracted.

“Jungkook! That’s amazing! Why the hell are you at home doing dishes instead of celebrating?”

He paused in his scrubbing to flash you a quick guilty look, before continuing with his assault on the dishes. You tried not to get side tracked yourself, eyes lingering on the way his arms flexed deliciously from the domestic task. Him looking all the more irresistible in his tight, black, long sleeved, turtleneck he was wearing today. Leaning close to the camera with a suspicious look on your face, your voice was eerily calm as you spoke his name.

“Jungkook.” Silence.

You gasped at his complete and utter betrayal.

He winced, and chanced a glance at your FaceTime video call form, apology already dripping from his supple, yet traitorous lips.

“Y/N—Baby, you know, it’s a funny story?” He laughed falsely, as his Adam’s apple bobbed due to him gulping in fear of being on the bad end of your wrath.

“When. Did. You. Find. Out. Baby?”

Your eyes were narrowed into slits, as you slowly spoke making sure to annunciate each word clearly.

His voice was low, but you heard him answer.

“JEON JUNGKOOK.” The dish he was holding fell from his grip and back into the overly soapy water in the sink, the loud crash making him let out a low whine, on top of your enraged voice booming from his phone speaker. “IT TOOK YOU A WEEK TO REMEMBER TO TELL ME?”

“I’m sorry! I got lost in the scheduling! Then when I found out, the entire team decided to celebrate at this new restaurant that just opened up nearby. We all got pretty plastered and I barely remember Greg, he was the security guard for the night by the way, having to haul my ass back to my room.”

Dishes completely disregarded, his still wet and soapy hands went to rub his neck, before running against his nose, as he gave you his best puppy dog pout. Your figure sunk lower into the couch you were currently sitting on, a random movie with the volume turned low running in the background.

He could see the reflection of the lights of the tv on your disgruntled face as you pointedly looked away from the camera when he turned his full attention to you.

“I know, I know. I should’ve called you the moment we all found out. You’ve been a part of this journey as much as I have and it was stupid of me on my part to disregard that fact. Can you forgive me, y/n?”

You mumbled something but he couldn’t hear you. Using a tactic as his own way of believing it could somehow make him hear you better, he leaned in as close as he could to the phone as he asked you to repeat yourself.

“You have soap bubbles on your nose. Idiot.”

“Oh. I do.” He used the back of his sleeve to wipe it clean, and when his gaze locked with yours once again, he was relieved to see a crack of a smile appear on your lips.

Sighing exaggeratingly loud, you gave him an answer to his previous question.

“Fine. I guess I’ll forgive you.”

His bunny toothed smile was halfway formed, before it disappeared completely at your next words.

“But you owe me, Jeon.”

He didn’t miss the way your voice dropped low, a sultry edge to it that sounded almost like a cat purring. Your innocent face only making his lower body react more as he bit his lip, eyes following the lone finger that you slowly dragged down your chest to disappear off camera. His hips unconsciously ground into the counter he was leaning against, already looking for a source of some kind of friction.

He knew where it was going. He knew what you meant.

“Whatever you want, baby girl. It’s yours.”

As if flipping a switch, your attitude changed completely to one full of excitement and happiness for your boyfriend.

“I’m glad I get to share this moment with you, koo. You deserve it and I’m so proud of you.” The sincerity of your words had him wiping at the corner of his eyes as he gave you a shy smile.

“Me too.” He gave a watery laugh, as you cooed at him lovingly. “But the hard part is still yet to come.”

“Hard part? What do you mean?”

“You’re about to step into the spotlight.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and you were once again rivaling that of a fish out of water with how wide your mouth was open. And this time, Jungkook did laugh at you.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Trying to fix a stubborn baby hair that kept sticking up, you finally cheered in victory when it decided to stay flat, though you were getting high off the hair spray fumes at this point from all the failed attempts.

Your nerves were shot, your hands were shaking as you smoothed down your dress from imaginary wrinkles, your dress being the same exact pattern as Jungkook’s suit he was wearing tonight.

The night of the awards.

The night where Jungkook would publicly announce that you two are together.

Your phone vibrates within the hidden pocket of your dress, a little detail that Jungkook made sure the dress had for your convenience. Fishing it out, you saw that it was a text from him.

Koo 🫦: Your name is already on the VIP list 😉

I feel so important!

Koo 🫦: You deserve the world.

Don’t mind me just over here swooning.

Koo 🫦: Haha. You’re so cute, baby.

Oh! The car just arrived, I’ll see you there!

Koo 🫦:🥂😘💜👌🏻

It only took 15 minutes of driving from your place in order to reach the theatre in which the award show would be hosted at, your phone once again buzzing in your pocket that you swiftly took out to read and reply back to his text.

Koo 🫦: You almost here?

Koo 🫦: My new music video just premiered and fans are going WILD!

Omg! Opening YouTube now!

Koo 🫦: Orrrrr you can see me in person instead 😌

Coming to a complete stop, the chauffeur tapped on the car window, a sign that he would be opening the door in a second so you better get yourself together.

Centering yourself, you braced for what lay behind your only remaining source of privacy, cause once it opened, that was it.

The world would know who you are.

Here! About to exit the car and walk in. See you in a sec. xoxo 💋

Just as Jungkook said, your name was on the VIP list. You made it past security with ease and began your life changing choice of walking onto the red carpet. Instead of shying away, you walked with poise, grace, elegance and confidence. Your back was straight, chest out, chin high — and you made that red carpet your bitch.

You strutted as if you owned the place, and you knew for a fact that you looked sexy as fuck. All eyes are on you and everybody has the same question in mind.

‘Who is this shining star?’

You walk past the screaming fans who are hoping to get a glimpse of their favorite celebrity of the night, the blinding sea of lights of the paparazzi who all fought for a front row shot of all the various celebs you were carefully maneuvering your way through as they posed on the carpet for pictures, and you just stop.

You look around and take it all in — the lights, the glamour, the energy.

Suddenly, the crowd around you goes wild.

For a second, you think they’re screaming at you, but then you see a ring clad, tattooed hand reach out from behind you to firmly grasp your own, fingers interlocking with yours in the process. You turn around, hair whipping behind you as a wide smile appears on your face.

“There you are!”

“Hey, stranger.”

Jeon Jungkook looked like the embodiment of sex on legs. His suit matched your dress to a tee, the patterns lining up seamlessly as he pulled you snug into his side, completely ignoring the surrounding uproar of those around you to give you a charming smile and loving kiss on the lips.

“You look stunning, baby.” His eyes devoured your figure, as he not so subtly got an eyeful of your boobs and the way the dress accentuated them wonderfully.

“You’re one to talk.” Your eyes raked over his figure with hidden desire, as you spoke through your teeth, smiling for the cameras. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait until we’re home for that favor you owe me.”

He let out a strangled laugh, as he smiled for the cameras as well, his witty response coming not even a second later.

“There’s a 15 minute intermission at the halfway point of the show, I’ll give you your favor then.”

“Can’t wait.” With one discreet pinch to his butt, that conversation was over, for now.

His face became serious as he looked down at you to ask you a question.

“Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You responded in light.

Giving you one last peck on the lips, he lets go of your hand to wrap an arm securely around your waist, once again pulling you flush into his side as he guided you away from the crowd and cameras to head inside the theatre, both of you waving politely as you go.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

He leads you to your seats that are located right in front, only a six foot gap is what was between you and the stage, lit up stairs wrapped around the front of it so it’s easier for the winners to make their way up wherever they sat.

A shiver goes down your spine. You can literally feel the thousands of eyes on you, coming from all angles. From your seat, you could hear the scattered whispers from other celebrities you know and don’t know alike.

They all know who Jungkook was, and now they want to know who you are. You shuffle in your chair, feeling a bit uncomfortable if you’re being honest. You weren’t used to having so much attention on you, but you know you’re going to need to get used to it, and quick.

Jungkook notices your awkward demeanor, placing his hand on your bare thigh, your dress having ridden up from sitting down. He gives you a light squeeze, making you look at him.

His face is warm and understanding.

“They’re all curious. You’re the first date I’ve brought to an event.”

“Wait. Seriously? Like, ever?” Your voice was one of disbelief. He was in the business long before you met him. You just always assumed he had some girl on his arm for these events, being more than well aware how many women would kill to be in your position right now.

He gave an amused chuckle, thoroughly finding your reaction to be funny.

“Yes. Seriously.”

“But—Why? I’m sure a lot of people would’ve killed to be seen by your side.”

“Well, I only want to be seen by you, with you. So.” He gave you a cheesy smile, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. “I’m making a statement to my fans and managers. You are a huge part of my life and they’ll have to get used to it. That’s one of the reasons why I wanted you to go with me to this event, so we show our shared solidarity on the matter.”

As much as you wished for this moment, now that it’s here, it’s hard for you to fully process. You were happy, you were thrilled, you were ecstatic, yet you were also sad. You were going to need the time to mourn your previous life with Jungkook in order to fully step into your new one. But now wasn’t the time. Right now, you needed to show your unwavering support and your unconditional love.

Despite his calm demeanor, and his confident tone, you needed to ask him a very important question.

“I’m worried you might come to regret this decision, are you sure about doing this?”

His eyes soften, his smile as well. He leans forward to lay his forehead against yours not caring who is watching. All he cares about is you and reassuring you.

“Y/N, look at me. I’ve never been happier. Zero regrets, baby.”

You feel the tension leave your body.

You do belong there, with Jungkook.

The lights begin to slowly dim as he presses his lips firmly against yours before straightening himself back up in his seat. Your hand is still firmly grasped in his larger one and he throws you one last signature bunny toothed grin before diverting his attention towards the stage.

The show is about to begin.

“Here we go.” His voice is shaky, his own nerves starting to poke through his usual tough persona.

You take the opportunity to lean in and whisper what you hoped to be words of comfort and encouragement.

“You’re going to win!”

“Don’t jinx it!” He whispers back, knocking his elbow lightly with yours to let you know he was joking.

The Music World Award show is phenomenal.

Laser’s and smoke, then, rain pours inside as an upcoming band takes the stage and plays the most incredible mixture of pop and classic sounds.

One after the other, bands and artist go on stage to both perform and accept awards alike. You seriously cannot even begin to fathom that you are sitting within the same vicinity as all of these amazing artists, let alone being Jungkook’s date.

As another performance comes to an end, Jungkook turns to you, already half standing by the time you register his words. The lights around you begin to grow brighter to allow guests to move around freely without bumping into anything or anyone.

“Intermission. 15 minutes. Let’s go.”

You’re both out of the venue with little to no interruptions from those who know Jungkook and greet him as you two pass by like a fire has been lit under your asses.

And in a way, it has.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just before your back hits the cool brick wall of the secluded and nearly pitch black alleyway, does Jungkook make sure that his hand is on the back of your head to prevent it from banging against the wall.

His lips are pressed against yours for a millisecond before he glances at his watch out of his peripheral and his eyes widen considerably. Pulling away, he drops towards the ground, his knees hovering dangerously close to the equally as cool, very wet, floor. His feet alone are what is keeping him from teetering close to getting his dress pants ruined, and that can’t happen, not when he still has use for it.

A surprise that you have no clue about.

He’s thankful that your dress isn’t too tight, and just loose enough for him to shove upwards enough for him to reach your clothed, wet patched underwear that was hidden underneath.

Normally, he would rip the flimsy material right off and begin to tease you methodically and mercilessly until you’re a blubbering and begging mess for any kind of release, but there’s literally no time for any sort of foreplay.

So, instead, he throws one of your legs over his shoulder to allow him better access, the action making you dig your heel into the flooring more in order to keep upright from the devouring he was about to do that you know for a fact will have you nearly close to collapsing by the time he’s done with you, though you know he’ll never let you fall.

Not providing any warning, he hooks a finger into the side of your now soaked underwear to yank it forcefully to the side, the extent of his force causing a small tearing sound, signaling that he’s stretched the material a bit to far for its liking, not that you care at the moment.

Within moments his head is between your thick thighs, the pad of his tongue making a long firm lick from the bottom of your puckering hole, between the crevice of your puffy pussy lips, and finally to your hooded clit. He puckers his lips against the swollen bud and begins suckling on it. He hums in a rhythmic pattern, the vibrations making you lightly place your hand on the back of his head, you being careful not to mess up his styled hair.

Your chest is already heaving, soft pants escaping your lips as you tilt your head back to stare up at the stars that are scattered in the inky black of the night sky. For a second, you feel like you could touch them, especially when Jungkook buries two ring clad, tattooed fingers knuckle deep into your already dripping hole.

He pumps them in short bursts, curling them to access the spongey part of your pussy in order to bring you closer to your impending orgasm. His mouth pauses in his assault on your clit to look up at your heaving, panting, form and he thinks you look stunning. Unconsciously, you began groping your boobs, fingers twisting the peaks through the thin material with ease as you opted not to wear a bra with it.

The lewd squelching sounds that came from you, along with the way your walls started constricting around his fingers, had him knowing that you were getting close. Bringing his mouth back down towards your clit, he still looked up at you, and with every word that came out of his mouth, his breath and lips fanned over your aching bud deliciously.

“Look at you, baby girl. Taking my fingers so well. If only there was time for your pretty pussy to cum around my cock, yeah?” His low, sultry voice, broke your from your delirium as you tilted your head back down to his kneeling form to mewl softly at his words. Your thighs began to shake, pussy fluttering even more, as his praise mixed with dirty talk spurred you on. You had to cover your mouth to prevent the loud moans that wanted to bubble up out of your mouth and into the echoey alley way in fear of attracting any sort of attention to warrant someone to check out the area you were in.

His eyes are stuck on yours, full of lust and love. God, did he wish you did have more time. With that thought, his eyes flicker towards his wrist to check the time once more, then shoot right back up to lock with your desperate ones.

“5 minutes, honey. Can you cum for me, baby girl? Let me taste that sweet pussy I love so much, please?” When his voice turns pleading, it does something to you. You don’t want to disappoint him and not give him what he desires, your submissive side wouldn’t allow that.

“Tongue fuck me, I’m close.” Your whiny voice quietly requests of him, and he obliges with your wishes in an instant, his fingers pulling out of your dripping folds to find purpose on your engorged clit, while he shoves his tongue into your glistening hole with expert precision. Bobbing his head in time with your pants, he tongue fucks you to your nearly screaming orgasm, his name muffled behind both hands you had to clamp over your mouth to stop it from happening.

Your thighs clench around his head and shake, hips thrusting in time with his still invading tongue as he makes sure to not let one drop of your slick slip past his puckering lips. The slurping sounds he made had your cheeks flushing once you began to come down from your high.

The moment he pulls away from your pussy to stare into your content ones, does the alarm on his watch go off.

It was time to head back in, and you both couldn’t be late, he couldn’t be late. Not for what was planned.

Securing your still drenched panties back over your pussy, he gives the now clothed core a hasty kiss before springing back up on his feet to tower over your leaned back against the wall form. You immediately reach up to plant a loving, slow kiss to his now swollen lips from his ministrations.

His hands shimmy your dress back down over your slightly trembling thighs while he kisses you back, giving your ass a hard squeeze with both hands grabbing a cheek each. Pulling away he gazes at you lovingly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it back to your seats in record time, the lights only starting to dim once your butts are firmly planted in them. Or, yours was. But for some reason, Jungkook was still standing.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Koo—,” you give him a confused look as he cuts you off with a chaste kiss on the cheek before he’s turning around and bounding off, but not before giving you a wink and one last longing glance.

You have no idea what’s going on, and the confidence you once held plummets into oblivion as you’re left alone in the darkness of the theatre, no longer having Jungkook next to you as your rock.

You only hoped he would be back soon, whatever he was up to.

A raucous applause and loud talking has your attention focused back on the stage in front of you and not in the direction that Jungkook ran off in. As if reading your mind, he does exactly that, but not in the way you expected.

Jungkook walks onto the stage and stands in front of the mic stand that’s placed precisely in the middle, directly in front of your shocked form.

Wait. Is he part of the show? What the fuck.

Why didn’t he tell you?

Jungkook waves and smiles at the crowd for a moment, the spotlight illuminating his figure that turns into a focused one once he locks eyes with you. He looks like some sort of god, you swear. The theatre goes even more wild as a melody begins to play and you soak in the energy.

A soft violin is what the sound is, Jungkook hasn’t taken his eyes off of you as he speaks into the mic, gripping it with one hand.

“I wrote this song for someone amazing. Someone who I want you all to meet.”

He doesn’t need to address where you’re at, the whole theatre already knows, but right now all you see is him.

Your eyes glisten with unshed tears as you place your hand over your heart and mouth three words to him.

‘I love you.’

He mouths back the same words, mimicking your position of his hand over his own heart.

‘I love you too.’

The violin intro finishes and Jungkook begins to sing acapella. His voice is perfect. Raspy, but smooth. Deep and powerful, yet romantic. His riffs color the melody, seducing everyone in the audience.

He was born to be on stage, a born singer.

You find yourself hypnotized by the melody and the lyrics.

‘If I never met you,

Oh what I look like baby.

Every time I miss you (miss you)

Those words that have become a habit (It's so true)’

Your body sways side to side as you savor this moment in it’s entirety, truly feeling blessed. The song continues on.

My pride, my heaven, and my love.

It was dark everywhere (it was dark).

In the meantime, a ray of light (a ray of light)

I'm really glad it's you.

We shine because we are together,

Running and falling,

Raise me up and fall down oh.

Would you give me that hand,

how many times will it happen.

If you are tired, you can rest for a while

waiting for you always here.

Daydreamin' bout us facin',

Really don't wanna say it but—’

You hold your breath as Jungkook sings in a crescendo and hits a powerful high note effortlessly, giving you goosebumps. His grip tightens around the mic, his head tilting naturally as he gets lost in the music with his eyes closed.

Instruments join in. Violins and piano, followed by a full orchestra that appears in the background as the curtains pull back to reveal them at the height of the song.

Everyone’s eyes are on Jungkook at this point, especially when he halts mid verse. The song isn’t over; the music still plays in the background. Yet, he steps down the steps located in front of you and walks up to you with purpose in each foot fall.

His hands grip onto the arm rests of your chair as he leans down and kisses you passionately. Adrenaline and fireworks explode in your stomach. In this moment you don’t know or care where you are, nor do you heed any mind to the thousands of pairs of eyes watching you. You kiss him back just as passionately, as the orchestra goes into the song’s climax.

Jungkook breaks the kiss and, still inches away from you, he gives you a smile.

“Everyone’s watching!” You state nervously, as if he wasn’t aware of it already.

“I don’t care.”

He cuts off any protests from you with another deep kiss. The orchestra still plays. He then pulls away from you abruptly and turns to run back up the steps and onto the stage to firmly plant his feet back in front of the mic stand. Gripping the mic once again, he goes into the final verse of the song.

‘If I never met you,

Oh what I look like baby.

Every time I miss you (miss you),

Those words that have become a habit (It's so true).

You're my best friend,

For the rest of my life.

I wish I could turn back time, ooh.

I'll be with you,

For the rest of my life, ooh, ooh, yeah.

Rest of my life.’

The orchestra mellows out, leaving Jungkook’s voice and the soft melody of the violins behind.

The audience applauds in a standing ovation, as do you. Jungkook bows gracefully in response, both hands coming up to wave at the crowd and give hand kisses. His eyes then catch your happy ones, all he really cares about right now, and he blows a kiss to you specifically. You pretend to catch it and hold it to your heart.

He then disappears backstage as the host of the awards show walks up to the microphone. Moments later, Jungkook tip-toes back to his seat and he’s once again sitting next to you. His hand immediately searches for yours, interlocking your hands together as he raises the back of your hand to his lips to leave a kiss.

“How was I?” He whispers lowly, but loud enough for you to hear.

“You were literally perfect.”

Leaning across the arm rest between you, you give him a peck on the lips.

On stage, the host announces the last award of the evening — the ‘Artist of the Year’ award.

“The winner of this year’s Artist of the Year award goes to—,” the host’s voice trails off to build suspense as the crowd, including you and Jungkook, wait with bated breath. He opens the envelope in his hands to read the winner’s name that’s written on a piece of paper inside.

“Jeon Jungkook!”

The theatre shakes from applause and energy. This is a well deserved victory that everyone saw coming except Jungkook.

He looks at you in shock.

“I won?” His voice is one of disbelief.

“I knew you could do it, baby!”

You have to pull Jungkook to his feet and push him towards the stage, he’s still full of shock. He walks nervously up the steps and to the host, greeting him with a polite smile as he grabs the golden statue from his extended hands.

Stepping up to the mic, he begins his speech.

“No one knows this, but at a previous time in my career, I was thinking about leaving music. Inspiration had cut me loose and I felt like I was never going to find it again. And then y/n—,” he locks eyes with you as he says this, his voice cracking from emotion as he does so. “—came into my life and reminded me why I love music so much. I am glad to announce that I plan to stick around for many years to come, so please continue to support me and my future endeavors. Thank you.”

With one last graceful bow, the audience goes wild. Some applaud, others cry, reporters point their cameras at you and a thousand flashes go off — welcome to the world of stardom.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The night goes on. The host wraps up the ceremony and all the musicians, celebrities and guests alike exit the theatre. You both linger behind until it’s mainly just you two, minus a few stragglers scattered about that aren’t within listening distance.

“That was a night to remember.” He says as he carefully turns the trophy in all angles, both admiring and relishing the fact that he’s actually holding it in his own two hands.

“Tell me about it!” Your voice is soft, but full of excitement and admiration of your own for the lovely human being in front of you that you get to call yours.

His attention turns to you as he gives you a guilty, but sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry for throwing you into the spotlight. You outshined everyone here.”

“Really? Did I?” You asked playfully, not believing him in the slightest.

“Really.” His expression was warm and full of love as he uttered his next words before leaning in to give you a loving kiss. “In a room full of stars, you were the brightest.”

You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Want to go home?” He murmurs into your hair with a light kiss.

“Not yet. I don’t want this night to end.”

He smiles and rests his head on top of yours.

“Thank you.” His voice is quiet.

“For what?”

“For standing by me. For bringing inspiration back to me. For coming tonight. For so many things.”

His sincere words make you open your eyes as you look at him.

“Well, thank you.”

“What did I do?” He asks genuinely curious.

“For being you, and for loving me as I am.”

“Always. You’re stuck with me.” He grins at you cheekily.

You two look around in the silence and realize you’re finally all alone. But there’s one last thing you need to do before this night ends.

So, you kiss him, before making him stand up with you. You begin walking as he trails behind you with a confused face.

“Where are we going?”

You throw a wink back at him as you give him a sultry smirk.

“Time to give you your reward, from me.”

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[jvngkook97]

Suga and Spice

pairing; chef!yoongi x female!reader

genre; fluff, humor, smut, established relationship, domestic au, chef au

warnings; mainly just wholesome fluffy content with a sprinkle of spice in the form of shower sex

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 3,588

a/n; missing my other bias and wanted to give him some lurv so here ya go. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. <3

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Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth gaping like a fish out of water. A moan that was on the borderline of being a whimper could be heard within the silence of the room as your partner gave out a sigh of content and on the verge of begging for more—

—he shoves another spoonful of the delicious and perfectly cooked food into your mouth to silence your whining that he knew was coming.

“You’re ridiculous, y/n.”

You opened your eyes to gaze into those of your lover’s and gave him a loopy Cheshire grin.

“How are you even real? Are you secretly AI? Is that how you’re so indescribably good at cooking?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head with mock annoyance, though the slight quirk of the corner of his upper lip said he was thoroughly amused by your shenanigans.

“You know what you should do, Yoongs?”

Dropping his hand to land flat on the table, he gives you his full undivided attention.

“What’s that, y/n?”

“You should marry me.”

He gave you a deadpan expression, and wordlessly grabbed your left hand with one of his own, holding it in front of you with your fingers splayed and used his other hand’s pointer finger to emphasize on the dainty but custom made engagement ring he slipped on your finger only two weeks ago on your birthday.

“Well I’ll be! Would you look at that?”

You leaned over the short distance to give him a chaste kiss on the lips, one he returned in kind without a thought, the action now second nature to the male. Never one to express his inner feelings, he only hopes that through his gestures and actions alone you’re able to feel what he might never say out loud.

Which you do, of course. Especially when you taste his delectable foods that he puts his entire heart and soul into.

“Did you still want to bake tonight? If not, we can just watch a movie or whatever.” He placed his hand over yours on top of the table, thumb mindlessly running over the groves of your knuckles as he asked, his eyes not once leaving yours.

Another thing you loved about Yoongi, that with you, he always maintained eye contact whenever possible. More of his love language coming out for you only.

“Sure! What did you have in mind for tonight, Chef Yoongi?”

He snorted at the formal words that inwardly made him swell with pride when you were the one saying them.

“Let’s make eclair’s. It’s considered a romantic dessert with the added bonus of it uses a lot of eggs so I can go through the extra carton you bought.”

“It was an accident! This is why I tell you it’s better if we shop together for groceries!” You whined childishly, making him crack a grin.

“I was only joking, y/n. But the recipe does call for quite a bit of eggs so it works out.”

Good enough for you. You’ve never made eclairs before, so Yoongi teaches you the ropes. This kind of pastry dough requires near constant mixing, so you trade off when your arms get tired. You eye his strong, toned arms dubiously as he mixes with a serious look of concentration when it’s his turn yet again.

“Do you even need to switch?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just enjoy watching you work.”

You don’t miss the little smirk he gives as he says this and you narrow your eyes at his when he gives the whisk back to you. He leans on the counter next to you in what is clearly meant to be a seductive pose. He blatantly rakes his eyes over your figure as you painstakingly begin whisking again.

Deciding to give him a show, your own form of revenge to his snide remark from earlier, you lift the whisk out of the bowl and lick it as seductively as you can. This actually gets Yoongi to break, of all things.

“Gross! You’re still using that!”

“What? Afraid of a little bodily fluid?”

You’re talking about saliva and you both know it, but he’s never one to back down from an innuendo. So, he resumes his prior sexy stance and waggles his eyebrows.

“You know I’m not. The more, the merrier.”

It’s so absurd, yet true when it comes to him and his kinks that you can’t decide whether you want to laugh or jump his bones right then and there. Your thighs unconsciously rub together as your mind shifts from the innocence of baking, to one’s not so innocent.

Eventually, all the eggs are incorporated into the dough, so it’s ready for the oven. Just moments after the oven door is shut and a timer is set, you hear a loud crunch followed by something wet and cold on the top of your head.

“Oopsie.”

You gasp with wide eyed disbelief.

“You did not just crack an egg on my head, Min Yoongi!”

“I didn’t.” He shrugged off casually, before continuing smartly. “I specifically smashed an egg on your head – there’s a difference. My way includes egg shells.”

You feel some egg white drip on the shell of your ear and your body shivers involuntarily. You can’t help yourself any longer. You leap after him but he shrieks with laughter and dodges out of your grasp. The sound is like music to your ears with how rare it occurs.

Filled with a wild frenzy, you chase Yoongi all over the kitchen and into the living room when he flees there. He’s quick, and no matter how fast you run he always seems to be just out of your reach.

Instead, you go for a different approach. Scooping some of the egg from your hair, you hurl it at him. It lands square in his neck with a satisfying wet plop and you let out a whoop of victory.

“What? Is that all you got?” He taunts you, not phased in the least bit when he wipes the egg white onto his shirt without a care. Now he’s in competition mode, but so are you.

“Not even close.”

You take another scoop and rub the eggy mess between your hands until they’re nice and gooey. Then, you reach your arms out towards him in a signature zombie pose.

He laughs, eyes crinkling and gummy smile on full display as he maneuvers back into the kitchen. Using the farther side of the kitchen island as a barrier between you two, he stares you down, both hands splayed on the marble countertop trying to predict your next move.

Your eyes zero in on the egg carton placed dangerously close to him that was left wide open when he used one against you; that was your mistake. He follows your line of sight and instantly snatches the carton into his hands, holding it in a vice grip.

“I don’t think so, hon—.”

In an impulsive move, you juke him to the left but run around to the right, barely managing to corner him between the fridge and one of the counters. Yes! You plant your still grimy hands on either side of his shoulders boxing him and the egg carton in.

You’re completely out of breath, and as you realize this, you see Yoongi’s eyes dart to your lips and back. You mimick his line of sight and notice he’s panting just as heavily. Belatedly, you realize – you are incredibly turned on. Judging from the look on Yoongi’s face and the way he’s currently licking his lips, so is he.

In an instant your arms are wrapped around him and you’re kissing, the nearly empty egg carton dropping between you both and only making a slight mess on the white flooring, not that either of you really cared at the moment. His hands roamed the curve of your spine before landing underneath the curve of your ass instead. The kiss becomes more heated and intense, the bulge pressed against your lower stomach let’s you know exactly how into this your lover is, the fact only turning you on more.

It’s amazing. It’s blissful. And it’s hot as hell.

And then it’s ruined by you feeling yet another glob of egg drop from your hair and this time into your neck, the mucus like consistency makes your whole body cringe into the kiss and makes Yoongi reluctantly pull away from your impromptu make out session early.

“You okay?” His words are low, and you can hear the amount of desire he still feels for you in his voice. The tapping of his fingers on your ass let’s you know that he’s also clearly impatient and wants to continue.

“Yeah. Just, you know. Covered in egg is all.”

“And? So is the floor? Doesn’t seem to mind that we’ll just be cle–,” Yoongi pauses, considers something with a faraway look on his face, and then a devilish glint passes through his eyes. “You know, I may just have a solution for that.”

“Oh? Pray tell.”

“It’s obvious we could each use a shower, a good cleaning. And guess whose shower is big enough for two people?”

The idea sends a thrill through your entire body, and you wordlessly take Yoongi’s hand and lead you both to his master bathroom’s shower.

Not wanting to waste any time, Yoongi let’s go of your hand to make himself busy with turning on the water. While it’s warming up, both of your clothes come off in haphazard piles on the floor only a few feet away from the entrance to the shower. You barely even think about it, mind too consumed with the idea of what’s about to happen, but when you catch sight of Yoongi you have to pause.

You’re absolutely breathless.

His naked body is strong and taut, and even under the fluorescent bathroom lights he’s absolutely breathtaking. For a moment, you think back to the first day you two met, and it brings a warmth into your chest when you see just how far you two have come from that fateful day. You don’t know how you got so lucky to find a man like him, but you know you’ll never take him or what you two have for granted.

When he notices you staring, he gives you a sultry smirk.

“See anything you like?”

“Not sure. I need to look a little more.”

He takes a step closer to your now nude form and grabs your hand in his, gesturing for you to take a little twirl of your own so he can soak in the beauty that is your own body in all it’s perfectly imperfect glory, and you do, with a small giggle passing through your lips.

A woman is a mystery a man just can’t understand. But he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to figure out the mystery on how you somehow chose him of all people to spend the rest of your life with. His heart yearns to always be by your side and his soul wants nothing but to please you and give you a life you deserve.

To him? You’re his soulmate. His forever.

“You’re quite the treat yourself, you know? Dare I say, even more mouth watering than the eclairs.”

He gives you a loving forehead kiss, knowing those are one of your favorites, and steps closer to you to reach around you and feel if the temperature of the water was good. As he leans against you, you can’t help but run your fingers down his chest, nails only lightly scraping the unblemished skin you’re so envious of, the action making his chest rumble underneath your hands as he lets out a low growl. The sound shoots straight to your core.

Deeming the water good enough, he leads you into the shower and underneath the ridiculously large rainfall shower head that at this moment, your body is grateful for as it sags in euphoric relief. Yoongi chuckles at your reaction and realizes it’s better to actually get cleaned up before your little shower sex session.

So, first things first, you both make quick work of cleaning the egg off of each of your bodies. You take turns dunking your heads under the water, scrubbing at your hair with shampoo and conditioner, and neck with soap as you do. Yoongi does the same.

After you’ve rinsed your hair out for the last time, do Yoongi’s arms snake around you. Though, more importantly, you feel his body flush against your front, the contact of your now hardened nipples against his chest only spurs both of you on even more.

Feeling handsy, you grasp his butt, his hips, and then ever so slowly you trail your fingertips down his ‘V’ line. You hear his breath spike as your hand finds it’s place between his legs.

His own hands roam across your body and down until his hand slips between your legs and you can’t help but groan at the contact. Your eyes have maintained contact this whole time so you’ve been fortunate to witness the steady progression of the hunger that’s deep within as it makes its way to the surface.

Then, his mouth is on yours and you’re all in. The water runs over your bodies as you hold each other under the stream. You brace yourself against the shower wall and the tile is cool under your palm, your leg is wrapped around his waist and you’re basically standing on your tip toes with your other foot to accommodate him. You let out a low whine when you feel the tip of his cock tease your opening, your eyes falling closed reflexively from the simple amount of pleasure it brought you.

Yoongi is focused on your face the entire time when he fully sheathes himself inside of you and lets out his own little grunt of content. He gives you a moment to adjust before you’re tapping his ass with the heel of your foot to signal the go ahead. Then, his body is moving and you’re meeting him with each thrust of your own hips, the sound of wet skin slapping against one another reverberates within the enclosed space along with the rhythmic pattern of the water still falling on the shower floor around you.

Opening your eyes, knowing that Yoongi yearns for it, especially during sex, you have to bite your lip and will them not to close again when he does a particularly sharp thrust that has you parting your lips to reward him with a loud moan. The water has plastered his hair to his forehead, so you push it away, eyes locking in a deep gaze. They’re wild with desire and you know that yours aren’t any different.

His breathing is starting to get heavier, and you can feel him tensing under your hands. He forces himself to slow down his pace in order to prolong his release long enough to give you yours first, an unspoken rule that he’s created for himself, you being none the wiser.

With one hand holding himself up from crushing you against the wall, he holds his other hand underneath the stream of water around him for a second, and before you have time to register what he’s going to do, his expert fingers are already slithering their way down your stomach and finding a new purpose on your swollen bud. Your entire body arches into his from the unexpected contact that has your mind reeling with a few colorful words, some falling from your lips in a low chant that soon get quieted by Yoongi’s own words of praise.

“Does that feel good, baby?” A rapid nod of your head is all you can give in the current moment, eyes still locked with his. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

Your back arches, boobs pushing into his chest even more, with your hips picking up their own brutal pace against his as you chase your release with a fervor. He knows when your thrusts start stuttering and slowing down that you’re getting very close.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there.” He dips his head into the crook of your neck to whisper the words into your ear, feeling your walls clench around him in a vice. He gives a moan of his own and it’s all you need as you let out a cry of relief once you reach your starry orgasm.

With a few more quick and deep thrusts it doesn’t take him long himself to find his own as his hips still against yours, his whole body weight leaning into yours has you squished between him and the wall with a breathy whine coming from you – both from the sudden weight and you still coming down from your high.

With what little strength he has left, he slowly lowers your leg so you’re standing on both, but makes sure he has an arm secure around your waist just incase you needed a moment to collect yourself and regain your own strength to stand on your own as he pulls his weight off of you.

“Sorry, needed a minute. Are you okay?”

His worried eyes flicker between your half lidded ones as you let out a breathy laugh at his question, though internally your heart swelled at his immediate need to make sure you were okay.

“I’m more than okay, actually. That was fucking amazing. Ten out of ten, would definitely recommend doing again.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t disagree with you. Pressing a kiss to your awaiting lips, he caresses your cheek before pulling away to turn the water off. Thus, ending your shower session. You detangle from one another to carefully step out into the now very cold air of the bathroom, the steam from within the enclosed shower no longer keeping your bodies warm.

He hands you your favorite robe that he makes sure is always clean incase you need to use it, and you take it with a wide grin, immediately shrugging the fluffy material on your nude body as you snuggle into the collar with a sigh.

He just smiles lovingly at you, and there’s a beautiful moment of post coital silence between you while you dry off, but then—

“Oh, shit. Oh no. No, no, no–,”

He runs from the bathroom, and for a second you’re confused on his rushed behavior, before your eyes widen in realization. The eclairs! Did the timer go off? You didn’t hear it.

Securing the robe around your body tightly, you briskly walk out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen. You’re just in time to see Yoongi, stark naked except for a pair of oven mitts, pulling a slightly smoking sheet pan out of the oven. The smoke causes a brief cloud to linger above the kitchen and you hurry over to the kitchen window to open it and let the smoke naturally clear out.

You turn back around as he carefully sets the hot sheet pan onto the grill of the stove, then leans back against the counter next to it with his head tilted back, eyes closed, and a deep sigh emitting from his parted lips.

The corner of your lip quirks up at the sight, and you can’t help but let out a cheeky remark.

“I like this look on you.”

He spares you an affectionate, closed mouth smile as he opens his eyes to give you a mock glare. You walk closer to the male to see the extent of damage your shower sex caused. It wasn’t too bad, you don’t think. But you’re not the expert here. Focusing your attention on Yoongi, you see he’s already looking at you and your body fills with warmth knowing he’s never ashamed of being caught staring at you.

“Are they okay?”

He clicks his tongue, but his expression is neutral.

“A little burnt, but honestly could be worse.”

You nod in response. Okay. Crisis…averted? Mostly. Great!

He leads you back to his master bedroom where he fishes out some of your favorite clothes of his to wear for the night and you take them with a kiss to his lips. In the process, he finds some for him as well and you two get dressed in no time. Checking the clock on his wall, you both come to the conclusion that there’s still time to finish the eclairs.

Once again, you’re back in the kitchen and working on picking out the least burned buns, but other than that it’s pretty painless. Pastry crème in a piping bag, fill the buns, drizzle with chocolate – easy!

You triple check that the oven is off and there’s nothing else you’ve forgotten about, and then you and Yoongi sit down at the kitchen table to enjoy the fruit of your labor. It’s definitely a little over cooked, but who cares? Yoongi is glowing and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful.

The dessert is amazing, but how could it ever compare with the man sharing it with you? The rest of the night passes by in a blur of kisses, cream and chocolate. Then you let yourselves fall asleep in each other’s arms in your shared bed and it’s bliss.

You could definitely get used to this. And you will, considering you had the privilege of the rest of your life to do so.

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[jvngkook97]

Sweater Weather

pairing; jungkook x f!reader

genre; fluff, drabble

warnings; cursing, bad weather, bad friends, and just a kind koo

rating; 18+

w/c; 1,684

a/n; just a cute lil drabble for my bias (if you haven’t guessed it already). like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps motivate this writer. feel free to send in your own drabble requests.

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Read Part Two {Here}

You should’ve learned by now to never trust what the weather man tells you.

“Today is going to be at a high of 88, nothing but sunny weather today, folks! Wear sunscreen!”

Yeah, bullshit.

You inwardly cursed at yourself for being so naive. Especially now that you were walking alone, at night, in the rain, wearing nothing but a cute white dress you found the other day, thinking that today would be a perfect day to debut it for the first time.

With pursed lips, and hair matted to your face, you tightened your arms around your chest as you tried your best to cover up the see through material. Looks like you were SOL when it came to people viewing your underwear, but there’s not much you can do about it now. You only hoped there wasn’t some pervert you would run across tonight. Scowl on your face, the only thing you were thankful for was wearing your chunky, white boots that are able to withstand the rain and various deep puddles you had to walk through to get to your end destination — the bus stop.

*******

Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, Jungkook’s eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at the rain that was pouring down around him as he stood underneath the bus stop shelter.

He realized the hard way to never trust a drunk friend to secure you a ride home.

So there he was, at almost 11 o’clock at night, shivering his ass off. His breath came out in puffs of smoke, before disappearing into nothing. His glasses kept fogging up from the humidity of the day despite there being rain. And he waited, for the one friend he could trust to pick him up so late at night, his roommate.

Out of his peripheral, he could see something white appear from the harsh cover of the rain. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t only semi panicking, imagining that he was seeing the ghost of a ‘white lady’. He swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing due to the action, shrinking in on himself in hopes of not being seen by the white specter.

Just as he did so, did the figure suddenly pick up it’s pace towards the bus shelter and him.

Oh shit.

*******

Squinting through the rain, as the rain drops lashed at your skin in piercing waves, you finally saw the end in sight. Not noticing the figure in all black, you practically sprinted the rest of the way to the bus shelter and only hoped you hadn’t missed the last bus ride home. That would’ve been the perfect end to your already perfect day, you thought sarcastically.

Upon making it underneath the awning, you finally closed your eyes and let out a sigh of relief. As much as you loved your boots, they were not meant to be worn for such long distances, and your feet were killing you. Unable to stop shivering, you bit on your bottom lip to prevent the chattering of your teeth that you wanted so badly to do.

Jungkook let out his own quiet sigh of relief into the confines of his hoodie when he realized that the white figure was actually just another victim of the unsuspecting weather. And definitely not a ghost, as far as he knew. His nose scrunched at the aforementioned thought, lip ring rising with his lips, and brows raising into his hairline, as a shiver of his own went down his spine. Nothing like how your poor body was shivering, however, which made Jungkook glance at you out of worry.

Further inspecting your shaking figure, he noticed your white dress was soaked through, as his ears turned red and cheeks became tinted a light pink. He’s a guy, and you’re attractive, what do you expect?

Suddenly feeling guilty about being warm in his hoodie, he came up with a solution.

He would give you his.

He just hoped that you didn’t find it creepy.

*******

You tried your best not to stare at the lone, all black, figure next to you, who you envied for being smart enough to wear or bring an article of clothing to help rid of the rain and still stay warm.

Not one for small talk, or speaking to strangers in general, you didn’t offer anything other than silence. Better to be cautious, than taken advantage of, you like to say.

It was a light tap on your shoulder that shook you out of your depressive reverie, making you turn your head at break neck speed towards the silhouette next to you, fists raised even though you knew for a fact you had no idea how to fight. His hands rose in defense, as he stuttered out his reasoning for breaking your personal bubble in a haste.

Your eyes softened when you saw he was holding out his hoodie towards you with an extended hand that you could see was adorned with various tattoos, no longer wearing the warm hoodie himself.

“Sorry,” he smiled at you sheepishly, cheeks tinted a light shade of red. “I should’ve said something, instead of just tapping you. My bad. But uh, here–,” not wanting to invade your personal space even more, he just opted to slightly, and awkwardly, bend his body towards you as a way of extending his arm out further, the hoodie now dangling in front of your chest. “You need this more than I do.”

“Are you–,” your voice cracked, from not being used in awhile, which made your own cheeks become tinted and mirror his. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Do you mind if I–,” still in his awkwardly, bent position, he opened the hoodie up enough for you to easily slink your head and arms inside. A situation you happily took advantage of.

You couldn’t help the way you sighed loudly in content, your body now encased and drowning in the kind strangers large and long hoodie. The end of the sweater reaching far pass your knees, making it look as if you’re wearing nothing but the hoodie. Immediately, you inhaled the musky, yet comforting aroma with closed eyes and smiled for the first time since it started to rain.

Opening your eyes, you turned your body to the big hearted, or just morally correct, male in front of you. Underneath the hoodie they wore just a plain, white, long sleeved shirt. A tiny logo rested above the heart that you couldn’t quite make out, but you had no doubt in the tight, black, skinny jeans he wore, that he was now just as cold as you were, if not worse.

And now it was you who felt bad.

Seeing the conflict in your eyes, Jungkook lifted his phone up in front of your face to show you a notification he just received. It was his roommate letting him know that he was five minutes out and would see him soon.

“My friend is going to be here any second, so I won’t need it. Don’t worry about me, okay?” His warm smile melted you, and made your whole body heat up with his gentle tone. It was funny that he was trying to console you, and not the other way around.

It was nice to feel cared for, even if it was by someone you didn’t even know.

Sure enough, right on schedule, headlights blared through the rain to stop in front of the bus stop. It was the mystery male’s ride home. You don’t know why, but your heart sank into your stomach upon the fact that soon you’d be left alone underneath this bus stop, and would no longer be in the company of the stranger.

Looks like the male shared the same sentiment, as a small smile appeared on his face. Sucking his lip between his teeth, he went to offer you a ride home, yet stopped himself when the tall tale sign of a bus honking caught his attention.

Your eyes widened at the sudden sound as well, and you two stared at each other with bated breath. His friend rolled down the passenger window from the drivers side and leaned over to yell at the male in front of you, voice laced with impatience.

“Yo! Jungkook! Hurry, man! It’s raining cats and dogs, plus the bus is going to need to park here. Let’s go.”

Jungkook made the split second decision to step closer to your no longer shaking form, which for that, he’s grateful to have helped. Pulling a pen out from his back pocket, one he kept on him along with a small notebook incase inspiration struck him for lyrics to a new song, he gently held your wrist to pull the sleeve of his hoodie up enough to write on your arm.

Giving you the ‘call me’ sign with his hand, a sideways spin off of the surfer’s sign, accompanied by a cheeky wink, he hunched over with one arm over his head to attempt to shield the rain that still kept pouring down without remorse, yanking the car door open to clamber inside and sit in the passenger seat, swiftly slamming said door once he was fully in. The action making his driver friend scold him, but he didn’t pay any mind.

Waving at you with a bunny toothed grin, as he adjusted his glasses back onto his nose, the car sped off as the window slowly began rolling back up, and you watched until you could no longer see the reflection of the taillights that bounced off the street lights in a rhythmic pattern.

As the bus came to a full stop in front of you, the doors swinging open with an airy ‘swoosh’, you looked down at your still uncovered forearm with a coy smile and read the hastily scrawled note he wrote, and miraculously fit.

Jeon Jungkook

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

Call me so I can get my hoodie back and a date with you

Pls and thank you ;)

PS - Unless ur a ghost, then u can keep it