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May I request Subby Yandere Karina? The reader never realizes how obsessed and manipulative she is until everything is too late?

Caught In The Spider's Trap

Yandere Sub Karina X Male Reader

Y/n had always admired Karina from afar. As a backup dancer for Aespa, the pressure was immense, but watching her flawless movements and electrifying stage presence always calmed his nerves. Her fiery crimson hair, a stark contrast to her icy stage persona, held a magnetism that drew him in.

Their initial interactions were professional, respectful exchanges during practice sessions. But what started as a simple admiration blossomed into a sweet, unspoken feeling. Shared smiles across the practice room, lingering touches during dance routines - a silent language bloomed between them.

One rainy afternoon, after a particularly grueling practice, Y/n found Karina slumped over, clutching her stomach. Concern flooded him. "Karina, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

She looked up, her eyes glazed over with a convincing hint of pain. "Just a terrible stomachache," she mumbled, clutching her abdomen tighter.

Without hesitation, Y/n offered to take her home. The drive was filled with stolen glances and comfortable silence. As they reached her apartment, a shy smile played on her lips. "Thanks for taking care of me, Y/n. You're a lifesaver."

He felt a warmth spread through him. "No problem, Karina. Just glad you're feeling better."

The following days were a subtle shift in their relationship. Karina would linger closer during practice, brushing her hand against his during routines. Late-night texts inquiring about his day became a routine, her messages filled with emojis that sent his heart fluttering.

One evening, after a particularly long practice session, Y/n caught Karina staring at him with a melancholic intensity. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

She sighed, her gaze dropping to her lap. "It's just... I feel like I'm always second best. Winter's the leader, Giselle has the rap, and Seulgi… well, Seulgi's Seulgi," she mumbled, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

Y/n placed a hand on hers, offering comfort. "That's not true, Karina. You're the heart of the group, your vocals are phenomenal."

She looked into his eyes, a spark of something deeper igniting within them. "Do you really think so?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

He leaned in, his face inches away from hers. "I know so," he murmured, the space between them charged with unspoken emotions.

Before he could close the gap, a loud laugh shattered the moment. Winter, their leader, stood at the studio door, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. "Caught you red-handed, lovebirds!" she teased.

Karina recoiled as if burned, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Winter! We weren't doing anything!" she stammered.

The moment was broken, the shy flirtation replaced by a nervous blush. Y/n, his heart pounding, retreated, unsure of what had almost happened.

The incident, however, triggered a change within Karina. Her admiration for Y/n morphed into a possessive need. She craved his constant attention, his every glance. Her attempts to sabotage group activities whenever he interacted with Winter or Giselle became increasingly subtle.

One day, as the group practiced their latest choreography, Karina "accidentally" tripped, landing right in Y/n's arms. The fall was convincing, her pained expression so realistic even Winter didn't suspect a thing.

The incident earned her a day off practice "to recover." While the others toiled in the studio, Y/n found himself at her apartment, tending to a "sprained ankle" that didn't seem to impede her ability to walk around him in skimpy pajamas.

She batted her eyelashes innocently, the scent of lavender oil filling the air. "Stay with me a little longer, Y/n," she purred, her voice dripping with a sweetness that sent shivers down his spine. He felt a pang of guilt at the thought of leaving her alone, especially since she seemed genuinely hurt.

As days turned into weeks, the pattern continued. Karina perfected the art of the "convenient" injury or sudden illness, securing Y/n's undivided attention. He found himself spending more time at her apartment than his own, a prisoner of her manipulative charm.

One evening, as they snuggled on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background, Karina reached for his hand, her touch lingering longer than usual. "Y/n," she began, her voice barely a whisper. "Do you ever feel like we're meant to be more than just friends?"

He looked into her eyes, the familiar sparkle now replaced by an unsettling intensity. A knot of worry tightened in his stomach. "Karina, we…" he stammered, unsure how to articulate the growing unease he felt.

Before he could finish his sentence, she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine, Karina finished, her voice a husky murmur. The innocent facade she'd so meticulously crafted crumbled, replaced by a raw hunger that made Y/n flinch. He'd seen glimpses of this possessiveness before, fleeting moments brushed aside as fatigue or performance anxiety. This, however, was different. This was a predator sizing up its prey.

He tried to pull away, but her grip tightened on his hand, her crimson nails digging into his skin. "Don't you see, Y/n?" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "We're perfect for each other. We have this connection, something the others don't understand."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine. This wasn't the sweet affection he'd grown accustomed to, but a twisted, possessive love that reeked of desperation. He stammered, "Karina, I… this is too fast. We need to talk about this."

But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Her lips met his in a searing kiss, a desperate attempt to claim him as her own. Y/n, caught off guard by the sudden shift, found himself responding instinctively. However, beneath the heat of the kiss, a cold dread coiled in his stomach.

He pulled back, gasping for breath. "Karina, this isn't right. We can't just…"

She cut him off, her eyes blazing with a feverish intensity. "Why not? You care about me, don't you? You worry about me, spend all your time with me." Her voice cracked, a hint of vulnerability peeking through the facade. "We have something special, Y/n. Don't you feel it?"

Her words hung heavy in the air, laced with an underlying threat. Y/n felt trapped, caught in the web of her twisted affection. He cared for Karina, yes, but not in the way she craved. There was a line she'd crossed, a line that blurred friendship with an unhealthy obsession.

He tried to reason with her, to explain the boundaries she was violating. But his words were met with tears, accusations, and a chilling display of possessiveness that left him speechless. Her manic behavior was a stark contrast to the playful, bubbly Karina he thought he knew.

The more he resisted, the more desperate she became. Her "accidents" escalated, turning from minor injuries to elaborate schemes that ensured his constant presence. Her apartment became a gilded cage, filled with lavender oil, her favorite scent, a constant reminder of the suffocating grip she held over him.

One night, as Y/n lay awake, staring at the flickering neon lights outside her window, a sense of dread gnawed at him. He had to escape. He couldn't live like this anymore, a prisoner in her delusional world.

He formulated a plan, a desperate attempt to break free. He feigned enthusiasm for a weekend getaway with friends, a lie that felt like swallowing sand. Karina, predictably, protested, her voice thick with suspicion. But Y/n held firm, insisting he needed a break.

The weekend was a blur of nervous glances and guarded conversations. The weight of Karina's expectations hung heavy over him, a storm cloud threatening to burst. As Sunday night approached, dread clawed at his throat. He knew returning to her apartment meant surrendering to a life of manipulation and control.

Back at her apartment, the air crackled with tension. Karina's smile was strained, her eyes glinting with a dangerous possessiveness. "You had fun, I hope?" she asked, her voice laced with venom.

Y/n forced a smile, the lie tasting bitter on his tongue. "Yeah, it was good. Relaxing."

The following days were a descent into paranoia. Karina monitored his every move, his phone calls, his texts. She'd lash out at any mention of Winter or Giselle, accusing them of trying to steal him away.

Then, came the final blow. Y/n received a text from an unknown number, a single picture attached. It was a photo of him and Winter, laughing during the weekend trip, clearly taken from afar with a zoom lens.

Karina's face contorted into a mask of rage when he showed her the picture. "Who sent this?" she snarled, her voice trembling with fury.

Y/n shrugged, feeling a pang of fear twist in his gut. "I don't know."

But she didn't believe him. The accusation hung heavy in the air, a poisonous seed blooming into a monstrous paranoia. She became withdrawn, locking herself in her room for hours on end. When she emerged, her eyes held a glint of manic determination.

One evening, as they sat in silence, Karina reached into her bag and pulled out a small, sleek phone. "Look what I found," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

Y/n's heart plummeted. It was his phone – the one he'd claimed to lose a few days prior after a clumsy "accident" staged by Karina. Panic clawed at his throat as he realized she must have used the downtime to meticulously go through it.

"How-" he stammered, but the question died in his throat.

Karina's smile was a predator's, devoid of warmth. "Don't worry, darling," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling sweetness. "I just wanted to see what you were hiding from me."

She scrolled through his messages, her eyes narrowing with every playful text from Winter or friendly exchange with Giselle. Y/n felt paralyzed, exposed, as she unearthed every innocent interaction he'd had with the other members.

"So, these are the girls who 'stole' your attention, huh?" she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "These are the ones who 'threatened' our connection."

Y/n tried to explain, to plead that it was all just harmless friendship, but Karina cut him off with a sharp laugh. "Friendship? Don't insult me, Y/n. I know what I saw."

Suddenly, her demeanor shifted. The anger melted away, replaced by a cloying sweetness as she reached out and stroked his cheek. "But don't worry, my love. We can fix this."

The way she said "love" sent shivers down Y/n's spine. It wasn't affection, but a possessive claim that made him feel like a prized possession. He knew then that escape wouldn't be easy.

The following days were a chilling display of control. Karina used the information gleaned from his phone to isolate him further. He was forbidden to see the other members, his phone confiscated, and his movements monitored like a hawk.

The cheerful, bubbly idol he'd once admired was gone, replaced by a woman consumed by a twisted possessiveness. She showered him with affection, but it felt suffocating, a gilded cage closing in around him.

One night, as Y/n lay awake, staring at the ceiling, a desperate plan began to form in his mind. He knew he couldn't fight her directly, but he had to find a way out. He started leaving subtle messages for Winter, coded phrases hidden within seemingly innocuous texts he was forced to send under Karina's watchful eyes.

It was a risky gamble, playing a double game in his own prison. But the fear of a future trapped under Karina's control outweighed his apprehension. The messages, cryptic and desperate, went unnoticed by Karina, her focus solely on keeping him close.

Winter, thankfully, was perceptive. After days of deciphering Y/n's pleas for help, she contacted their manager, discreetly sharing the encrypted messages. The situation unfolded quickly. Security was alerted, and a plan was formulated to extract Y/n from Karina's grasp.

The day of their pre-recorded performance arrived. Y/n felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. It was his chance – the only opportunity he might get. As the girls prepared backstage, a tense silence hung in the air.

Karina, oblivious to the impending rescue, fussed over his costume, her manic behavior reaching new heights. Finally, it was time. The girls took their positions on stage, the familiar pre-show energy buzzing around them.

Just as the music began, a pre-arranged signal flashed in the corner of Y/n's eye. It was his cue. With a surge of adrenaline, he faked a sudden cramp, collapsing to the floor in a convincing display of pain.

While Karina was momentarily distracted, Winter, who was in on the plan, took her place next to him. In a split second, security personnel materialized, whisking Y/n away from a bewildered Karina who screamed his name in a desperate attempt to hold on.

The escape was swift and discreet. Y/n, shaken but safe, was ushered into a waiting car and driven away from the venue. The weight of the past few weeks lifted from his shoulders as he sank back into the soft leather seat, the city lights blurring into streaks of light.

He knew the fight wasn't over. Karina's possessiveness wouldn't disappear overnight. But for the first time in weeks, he felt a flicker of hope. He was free, and he wouldn't let her manipulate him back into her twisted world.

The news of their internal conflict spread like wildfire, shaking the K-pop world to its core. Aespa's future was uncertain, the damage done by Karina's actions seemingly irreparable.

Y/n, still recovering from the ordeal, received therapy to deal with the trauma. He missed the stage, the rush of performing, but the thought of returning to that environment, knowing Karina might still be lurking

Weeks turned into months. Y/n, cloaked in a shroud of therapy sessions and public scrutiny, slowly pieced his life back together. Aespa, however, had fractured. Winter, Giselle, and Seulgi went on a hiatus, their future uncertain.

One day, a knock on the door shattered the fragile normalcy Y/n clung to. His heart hammered against his ribs as he peered through the peephole. Fear, cold and primal, coiled in his gut. It was Karina, her crimson hair a stark contrast to the pale winter light outside.

But she wasn't the same. Gone was the fiery idol, replaced by a woman with haunted eyes and a manic glint. Her smile, once playful, was now a chilling display of predatory possessiveness.

"Y/n," she rasped, her voice hoarse, a stark contrast to the vibrant idol he once knew. "I knew you'd come back to me."

Before he could react, she shoved past him, the door slamming shut with a sickening thud. The familiar scent of lavender, her signature, filled the air, a suffocating reminder of the past he desperately wanted to escape.

He tried to flee, his legs turning to lead as he stumbled back. But Karina was quicker. With a swift movement, she slammed him against the wall, her grip like a vice around his arms.

"You left me," she hissed, her voice barely a whisper laced with venom. "You left me after all I did for you. After all the ways I showed you how much I love you."

Tears welled up in her eyes, but they were not of sadness. They were tears of a twisted love, a love that demanded his complete and utter devotion.

Y/n stammered, words failing him as she traced her manicured fingers down his cheek. He could feel the tremor in her hand, a mix of raw emotion and unyielding control.

"Don't worry, darling," she purred, her voice a sickeningly sweet melody. "We can fix this. We can be together again, just like before."

Her lips, once soft and playful, were now rough and demanding as she pressed them against his in a searing kiss. It wasn't a kiss of love, but a claim of ownership, a forceful reminder that he belonged to her.

He tasted her desperation, a desperate hunger that mirrored the manic glint in her eyes. She ran her hands over his body, exploring him with a possessiveness that made his skin crawl. There was no escape, no fight left in him.

As her touch ignited a chilling fire within him, a morbid clarity washed over Y/n. This was his fate. He was a prisoner in her twisted love story, a possession she wouldn't relinquish without a fight. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: he would never truly be free from Karina's obsessive grasp. The dream of a normal life, the thrill of performing with friends – it all faded away, replaced by the chilling reality of a love that had turned into a suffocating prison.

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yearofinstitutionalization · 2 months

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141/638 One Suga a day while he is away

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kanmom51 · 10 months

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The terms JK has used to describe JM

You don't realize there are so many terms JK used to describe JM until you start digging. I tried. I honestly did. To bunch them all together into one post. But I 100% know that I've missed something, forgot something on the way. So, I apologize in advance for that.

But then, I went to all the trouble to create this post, so what am I apologizing for?

Lol.

Just know there is probably more that I missed (and probably the most obvious I should have remembered off the batt - shame on me).

Let's get started, why don't we?

Nice

This is a term JK used to describe JM multiple times.

JK 15 June 2015:

Well, damn.

What do I do with this one?

I like JM's personality - he's nice, he treats me well.

I find JM attractive - his eyes are really beautiful when he smiles (not pretty, not beautiful, but "really beautiful" was his choice of words).

I find JM charming - no one can match his charm among the members.

If I were a girl I would want to date JM.

In one go we have:

Nice

Attractive

His eyes really beautiful when he smiles.

Charming.

And to top it up, we have A declaration of intent.

Charming

Well, just look above you, we have the charming.

But also:

Cute

This one is one we get on repeat.

And you know what? No wonder it is, given cute IS JK'S TYPE.

So, what has JK found cute about JM?

His toes.

His pinky

His sneezes.

His existence.

Gave JM the cute award.

Here you will find many more JM cute mentions:

And yep, there we go again.

And because we established JK's type is CUTE, then let's enjoy this too, why don't we?

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Pretty

Pretty eyes:

Notice the use of the term REALLY both times he talks about JM's eyes? Really beautiful and really pretty are the terms he used.

Very pretty.

Pretty. Period.

Sexy

Sexy expression.

and this:

Which until this day I do not understand how he got away with.

"Ohhh! Jimin's sexy."

Exclamation mark of course.

Black swan JM sexy (oh, and elegant too):

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And let's go out with a bang, why don't we?

Extremely sexy.

No. It wasn't enough to say that JM is sexy. Nope. He's extremely sexy!! Listen to JK. He definitley knows.

His final looks ranking

Now, you see, JK used to have to do these in the early years. Have to because he was asked to in interviews and shows. And in the early years he was a little/big shit, and used to rank JM last. I do think he had his reasons for it (didn't want to show his crush, didn't want to rank the older hyungs last, JM was the one he was closest with and it was easier for him to maybe apologize later on or maybe he thought he could make it up to him later), but whatever they were, what he did was inexcusable, because he really hurt JM by doing this (you clearly see it in the last ranking he was asked to do in 2014). Sadly, I'm not sure he was mature enough to understand it yet. In early 2015 he was asked about it, why he ranks JM last? Is JM really unattractive in his opinion? And his immediate answer was no. That he did it for laughs. Again, not understanding how hurtful it was.

But you see, JK didn't think JM wasn't good looking. Quite the opposite. He even said it, just not loud enough, not where it had more of an impact (I mean, look at how those clips circulate and fans really do believe this is what JK thought back in the day while he obviously did not).

Do you see what I see?

"In BTS Jimin Park's role is being #1 in looks".

Peeps, this is way backsies in 2015!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is what JK thought about JM, not those stupid rankings where he thought he was there to entertain the audience delivering JM as the sacrificial lamb, maybe thinking JM's over the top reactions would be entertaining (outwards, cause he too thought he was there to entertain the audience and in the meantime was hurt to the core).

Before I move on to JK's final ranking in 2019, his "making things right for all to see and hear", I want to us to look a little more at that description JK wrote way back in 2015. You still see the hesitation not to give him a too outstanding mark in looks (he ranks him #1 in BTS but only gives him a 50 out of 100 mark). This could be him not wanting to show his crush or not wanting it to go to JM's head, lol. With the way JK was behaving, at times having to scrape his tongue off the floor and others having to adjust the jewels, I would say that in his head that mark was way higher than a 50, lol.

JM's charm points: eye smile, strong body, thighs (man has a thing for thighs too, we know that).

But our boy, he grew up. He matured. He understood. And he wanted to set things straight. Because to him, 2019 JK, JM ranked no. 1 in looks (surprise surprise) not on paper, but bringing it up as a question he 'happened' to pick, out loud. No real ranking was going on, it was only important for him for everyone to know that JM was #1.

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Cute, sexy, lovely

Just for funsies. The lethal combination.

Always no. 1 to him

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Now, this one is so much bigger than people give it. The way JK talks to JM, media room, all media outlets there, mid a sort of interview, there is a reason JM was trying to flee the scene, lol. JK calling him Jimin-ah like that, and following with "where you going?". This is his hyung, his elder, it's just not done, and most definitley not in the surroundings they were in. So yes, this one is big. JK dropping the honorifics calling him Jimin-ah, using a term of affection, and following it with "you're always no. 1 to me."

Handsome

he doesn't really use that term too much when it comes to JM.

But he did use it once that I can think of:

Maybe because it's a little detached, less personal. While pretty, especially a man calling another man pretty, that feels more personal. Pretty is not a term usually used to call a man, even more so by another man. This was back in 2015 and from the interaction we can see that JM was definitley not used to JK complimenting him. He got so flustered and felt there was an ulterior motive, which there was to start with, but definitley not after the success of JK's mission after the first time he called JM and got the "thank you" he was supposed to get.

Anyway, I can't for the life of me (getting old maybe) cannot think of another occasion, especially a later one, where JK calls JM handsome.

A fallen angel

Shameless:

When asked what he liked about JM who is sitting next to you, JK's answer was:

Not a description but when asked what part of JM's body is his favorite, JK's reply was:

His whole body.

This man is totally smitten.

And just incase after all of this you still don't think JK is head over heals for JM, I give you exhibit 20,171,108:

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kxxkiecxre · 9 months

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ꕥ Coming Down | Jeon Jungkook ꕥ

ꕥ You never typically ask for help with stuff like this, with such personal matters, especially not him.

ꕥ Warning: !18+! Sexual themes. Reader seduces Jungkook but ofc not without his consent! Reader is yummy! She a freak ;). Face riding! Protected sex! Brief mention of Jimin x reader!. Potentially part 2?.

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It wasn’t like you couldn’t get someone else to do this for you. Perhaps someone you actually can tolerate. But maybe it’s better to do this with someone who absolutely despises your guts, with the hopes he can sprinkle, said insides, with some lust? Though, standing in front of his dorm room door, cladded with only a long trench coat covering your skimpy lingerie, made you a little nervous. Actually, a lot nervous.

Deciding to rather suck up the nerves and the constant nag somewhere in the back of your head, you raise your enclosed fist and tap it three times against his door.

Both being in college and having unresolved anger, was exhausting. This was your last year, both of yours. And since graduating high school with bad blood brought extra beef within your college campus, you really didn’t want to be pushing your luck in these last few months, especially after accidentally spilling water on his light washed jeans and pissing him with your little snarky “oh my! Poor kookie still gets too excited just like the poor puppy he is” comment in front of his friends. That was a mere 48 hours ago. In your defence he deserved it. Had he not told his pathetic friends you slept with him multiple times and was obsessed with him since you turned 18, you wouldn’t had to take such drastic measures.

The door swings open, his figure appearing, dressed in a tight white knit tank top and black shorts. He looked hot without even trying and it seemed to only irk you more. A hint of a smirk was present on his pierced lips, though his eyes showed surprise. You rolled your eyes before pushing past him and entering his personal space. Still at the door, he smirks to himself with a small scoff before closing the door and turning to you.

“To what do I owe the displeasure?” He asks.

It was silent for a moment. You didn’t utter a word as you stared right into his doe eyes, remembering the day his family and he moved in a couple doors away from you. You were only ten years old as was he, you became friends, finished school and went to high school together, until you turned fifteen and rejected him. You were only a teenager interested in school and no time for boys. You were working hard for good grades to get into this college while Jungkook slept with every girl that came within one hundred yards from him. The day you rejected him was the day he laughed and told you he never really liked you, as his friend or anything even more than that. Of course, you were mad. Very mad. So even with his incessant apologies, you ignored him. All the way from high school to college. Aside from bullying and getting on each others nerves, you never communicated.

“I need a favour.”

He chuckled, leaning against the wall across you. Arms crossed over his chest, his muscles bulging. Fuck, you hate him.

“A favour? My dear princess asks me? The devil as she calls me, for a favour?” He hisses through his teeth eyes squinting, “that’s a very binding deal my love hm?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m being serious.”

His eyes flashed with concern for a split second, “you have the floor prince-“

“Take me.”

His eyebrows shut up, before he scoffed in disbelief chortling in a sense, “take you? That doesn’t tell me much love. Take you how hm? Use your words.”

You licked your lips, “Jungkook.”

His eyebrows only raised. This was something you were very adamant on. You needed this. If not him then Jimin, though for some reason, you really want it to be him. You tipped your head slightly. Like a little puppy with your big eyes, the low lightning coming from his tv casted a light shadow over your outstanding features, putting him in a trance like state as he watched you walk like a snake, your heels clicking of his wooden floors.

Your body was close to his, not close enough to touch but close enough for him to smell your sweet enticing scent. God he was obsessed with you beyond sanity. Your fingers began undoing the belt of your jacket, “can I?” You ask before you begin.

“Only if you’re comfortable.” He replies.

With his lips drying and his eyes darkening into a hazy drunken look, you open the jacket and begin to peel it of your body. Revealing the matching red lace lingerie. Your bra barely doing anything to cover your round plump breasts, he could clearly see the tanned skin of your nipples through the sheer lace, the hem of the bra slightly glittery and the small playboy bunny tattoo on your hip such a contradicting accessory. A slutty bunny for an innocent angel like you. Enticing.

“What are you doing to me y/n?” He asks.

“Show me the performance every female on campus raves about. Take me. Take me as I am Jungkook. Take my innocence and do as you will, we may have bad blood between us, but I’ll never trust any man with this as much as I trust you.”

He becomes suddenly very aware of his surroundings. You are giving yourself up to him. Him. Of all the worthy males on campus, you chose him. The broken hearted fifteen year old boy within him jumps in glee. While the adult within him, sulks. Why?.

“You trust me? Even after everything I put you through? Y/N, are you sure about this? As much as every atom of me is yearning to have my way with you, I will not do this if it’ll only cause you harm.”

Your lips dry as his body finally glues itself to you, his hand so soft, almost ghostly against the curve of your waist. His lips, face, so close to your own your swallowing each other up.

“I have never been as sure of something as I am right now.”

With bare seconds, his lips moulded to yours tightly. Aggressively. He was assertive, dominant in his presence around you. Though it was all so skilful, so perfect with every smack and mould of your lips, he was able to have your feelings heighten by tenfold. His hands finally press against the curves of your waist, pulling your body against his, before he harshly pulled away, pulling the tank top over his head and throwing it somewhere on the floor. He backs you up till the back of your knees come in contact with the edge of his bed.

“Don’t hesitate to let me know if anything hurts or is uncomfortable, understood?”.

You nod softly. His finger holds your chin, lifting your head to look up at him, “nodding is no good love, I need your voice. Words baby. Words.”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.”

His praise sent shivers down your spine like a glide of one’s finger against the keys of a piano.

Turning your body, so your back faces his front, he gathers your hair and lays it down one shoulder, before his lips come in contact with your ear, “this is about you. Everything about you. I will give you my entire self tonight. My body and soul, anything.”

You weren’t exactly sure what his words meant, but you shook it off, feeling his hands unbuttoning the bra of your back and pulling the straps down your shoulders, eventually discarding the cloth somewhere on the floor.

His lips pecked their way from your ear, while turning your body towards him again, he laid you down on the bed, continue his kisses from your neck, soft and gentle, to your chest, with few bites here and there, leaving small bruises in the wake of his tender lips, to your breasts, his mouth sucked onto the soft skin, creating pretty purple bruises on them, loving the small gasps coming from you above him. His mouth enveloped around your nipple, twirling the small nub with the tip of tongue before abandoning it, the coolness of the room hardening it again, his tongue and mouth giving the same love to the other breast.

His mouth trailed down your stomach, coming down to your lacy thong, his tongue running over the small playboy bunny before he looked up at you, your eyes closed and face concentrated, cute. He hooked his fingers in the material and slipped them off, catching your glistening cunt in the low lightening of the room.

“Fuck baby.”

“Mhm”

Your body was incredibly in tune with him, reacting to every motion his mouth created as it pecked the top of your pussy before sucking one of the lips into his mouth humming in approval as your surprised gasp drove him manic. He made out with your pretty pussy for a minute before he tapped your ass,

“Get up”

“Hm?”

“You’re gonna ride my face baby.”

Your jaw dropped, absolutely stunned.

“I’ve never-“

“Trust me?” He asked.

You nodded with an audible yes, before he laid down. In your previous position. He motioned you to climb over him, as you did, your legs straddling his chest as he shook his head no, gently laying his hand on your lower back and nudging your forward until your cunt was centred with his face.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, “now sit down pretty girl.”

You hesitate, before he grabs your hips and pulls you down on his face earning a surprised moan from you. He began moving your hips up and down his face, introducing you to the feeling as you began to come out your shell, moving your hips yourself as your moans began pitching, his tongue out and collecting all of the slick dripping down you, some escaping down your thighs as your fingers tangle in his hair and your rhythm picks up, your moans louder as he hums against your pussy, not being able to get enough of it.

Your hips rolled in a controlled pace before they began to lose their rhythm, prompting Jungkook to realise you were rather quickly approaching your orgasm, he stilled your hips, lifting them up above his face before his mouth latched onto your clit, suctioning against it as the tip of the muscle began flicking the nub up and down, easing a finger gently into your wet tight pussy, curling it upwards as he thrusted get another repeating a ‘come here’ motion as they thrusted faster. Your thighs began jerking and your moans became loud, “fuck oh my,” your gasp got stuck in your throat, a strangled “yes” coming out while you gushed down his chest, the sheets becoming drenched with your cum.

“ you’re so hot fuck.”

He pushed your body back down against the sheets having you lay flat down on the end of his bed, the tv in the corner of the room giving him the perfect lightning on your face. He freed his cock from the restraints of his boxers, pulling a condom out of the bedside locker and ripping the tip of the foil with his teeth. His dick was between your folds before you could even catch your breath, running up and down your pussy as you began feeling overstimulated, whining as he eased the tip of his cock inside you. With every inch of his cock you felt a stretch. Nothing painful, more of a sting and pressure. Before he buried himself inside you fully. Giving you a moment to become acquainted with the feeling of him.

“Kook, fuck me like you love me.”

That was not a hard task for him. He’s been in love with you ever since he can remember.

His cock dragged out and inside of you again, your muscles contracting around his dick as he groaned, falling onto his elbows, each on either side of your head as your legs wrapped around his waist and lips peppered rather aggressive yet tender bruises on his necked. His hips picked up a rhythm as he listened to your moans and whines mix with his own groans. Fuck he could do this for breakfast lunch and dinner. He could survive on you.

“Fuck, kookie.” The nickname drove him insane, finally, he raised his upper half, pulling you closer by your thighs, before throwing your legs over your shoulders, arms wrapping around the middle of your thighs as he began slamming into at an animalistic pace. Your voice became strangled, pitchy and rough as the pleasure took over your lower half and your head, your hands squeezing your bouncing breasts as he began pounding into even faster and rougher your pussy pulsing and sucking him in even further the pleasure dripping down your thighs and onto the bed. A feeling of about twenty thousand fireworks threatening to explode began to swarm and burn your lower belly and pussy, the feeling incredible and mind blowing before he sparked a fire and everything inside you began melting, your body became nothing but a puddle of pure ecstasy and pleasure like this never felt in your entire life. The way your back arched of the bed and head tipped back as you squeezed your breasts. Jungkook followed right behind you. Spilling all of him into the condom, right to the brim.

“Fuck.”

Not only were you just fucked physically, but mentally too.

Damn you jeon jungkook.

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A\N: excuse my disappearance for like two months lmao. Anyway enjoy this pwp because I was about twenty minutes away from falling asleep on my phone lol.

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