gukkie01

[gukkie01]

Cherry

Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

⚡︎ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

⚡︎ genre: friends with benefits to lovers, college au, smut

⚡︎ word count: 2.9k

⚡︎ warnings: pussy drunk jk because there's no way he wouldn't be, jk's a simp, they're kinda corny but whatever i like that about them, public sex, unprotected sex, oral (f & m), cunnilingus, handjob, overstimulation, cum eating.

a.n.: jk in a tank + hooded jacket has me acting up bruh, quick put me in jail ‼️ literally wrote this in one night send help. as always, don't thank me 💋 please, tell me if you liked it or not 🫶

"Stop..." You whine, gripping his hair in your fists. "Jungkookie!" You insist even more as you try to push his head away from the area between your legs, but Jungkook doesn't budge an inch. You squirm around and cry pathetically, but it doesn't alert him at all.

He keeps licking and slurping until no arousal is left, but more always comes out of your hole, so he continues and continues... Oh, you wonder how this man can be so hungry even after eating the whole plate he ordered. You told him to not follow you into the bathroom, but Jungkook never listens, does he?

You pull on his black locks and the only answer you receive is a disapproval grunt from him. You sob, so overwhelmed and tired, but you can't deny how good his tongue feels on your naked core.

He already got two orgasms out of you, one with his fingers patting gently your sweet spot and the other by sucking avidly on your clit. You don't remember which one came first and maybe they both happened at the same time. You don't really know.

You're so overstimulated, but his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud have you over the edge again. It hurts badly good. Does it even make sense? Whatever, it makes sense to you.

You two hooking up in a bathroom while your friends are waiting outside is bad, while having Jungkook's head between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man is good. A little too good.

You place a hand behind you on the counter, the other holding tightly his hair in your fist, not caring if you pull too harshly. If his scalp stings, it's in no comparison to the heavy pulsations in your clit.

"Jungkook, fuck," you curse, throwing your back against the wall, just beside the mirror. "God, this is too much!" You yelp and close your legs, pushing his head away from your drenched pussy.

He doesn't fight back and he peeks out from between your thighs, looking up at you. Your heart skips a beat when you see his face and how messy he looks because of you.

His lips and chin are glistening in your juices, tongue darting out to lick them clean. Some of his curls are broken, hair tousled around, and you really can tell you were pulling on them seconds ago. Just the thought that his face was buried between your legs, insanely making out with your cunt, makes your stomach clench.

How can he be so passionate about something that isn't even his? He's really trying hard to make you fall in love with him and you have to admit he's doing good so far. If dating Jungkook means receiving head everyday you might stop rejecting him and consider letting him have a chance.

But you don't feel like it right now, even though he's treating you like a real princess. Being chased is really fun, you're about to become addicted to that treatment.

"Just a little bit more, okay, baby? Just another one, let me do that, please," he begs, but in the end he always does whatever he wants to you. You rarely say no to him and his filthy mouth, and even if you would say no, you doubt he would listen.

"My clit will fall out," you sigh, so weak against his pleas. Nonetheless, you slowly pull your legs apart, revealing your core to him again, totally at the mercy of his insatiable hunger.

He looks at your crotch, pouting slightly, showing a bit of compassion. But him having pity for you doesn't mean he'll stop, oh no, not at all.

"Don't say that," he scolds, staring at your swollen clit. "It'll feel really good, I promise, baby," he coos and you can only believe him. He softly blows on your sensitive bud, making you flinch, and a smug smirk appears on his face.

"Okay..." You capitulate, gasping when his mouth finds its spot on your pussy a second time.

On the other hand, there are your nipples, hard and puffy, wanting Jungkook's attention badly. You wish he would focus on something else than your cunt, but he's stubborn and when he wants something, he has it.

You play with your nipples through the material of your dress since you decided to not wear a bra today. You pinch and pull on them, moaning sweetly as the knot at the pit of your stomach tightens with Jungkook's ministrations.

His strong and veiny hands hold up your thighs while he enters and exits your pussy with his sturdy tongue, his big nose brushing against your clit so deliciously.

You can't believe he uses his nose voluntarily, actually knowing it's doing something, unlike most men who literally have no idea what they are doing with their hands and mouth. Jungkook is so passionate about cunnilingus, you're lucky to have him, honestly.

"Close," you warn him hurriedly, scrunching your eyes shut as you feel your high approaching really soon. It's going to be intense, you sense it. It burns in your belly, it twists and it tightens, making you go crazy over Jungkook's mouth. "Fuck, Kookie, please!"

You rub your pussy in his face and he groans deeply, appreciating your enthusiasm for his incredible skills. He hears you and fastens the pace of his tongue, moving his head from side to side, his nose pressing against your clit.

Your orgasm shoots through you and you moan out your pleasure, cumming hard on Jungkook's tongue. He hums contently as your thighs shake beside his head, his hand palming your soft flesh, leaving beautiful marks behind.

You come down from your high, letting out a long sigh, totally pleased with what just happened. He licks you clean, collecting your arousal on his tongue and drinking it as if it was pure water.

He stands up when he's finished, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You look absolutely dead, which is understandable after Jungkook just forced three orgasms out of your poor body.

He looks satisfied, and you wonder if he's still hungry. He probably is, which would be insane, but what's not crazy with this man.

He doesn't waste time before he's kissing you sensually, tasting yourself on his tongue, fighting for dominance as you let him have it. After all, you're too tired to fight for anything.

Though you're exhausted, the bulge in his pants catches your attention. He presses it against you and you feel it really clearly, erected and hard just for you.

You break the kiss, trying to catch your breath as you slide off the countertop. "What do we do about that?" You purr, sneaking a hand between your two bodies and reaching his hard cock trapped in his jeans.

He hisses, grabbing your wrist as if to remove your hand, but he keeps it there, even though he's really sensitive. "We leave it as it is," he says seriously and you frown, a pout forming on your lips.

"Oh, don't be a gentleman, Kook," you reply quickly, determined to return the favour. "Let me suck your dick, please. I'll be such a good girl," you insist and he can't refuse you.

"I'm all yours, then," he grins, letting go of your wrist.

You push him against the nearest wall and you drop on your knees instantly. Your bones hitting the floor tile isn't gentle, but you'll suffer through any pain if it means sucking this pretty man's dick. Right, maybe you're a little whipped for Jungkook, but that doesn't mean anything. Or does it...?

You stroke him over his pants, feeling his length and his girth under all those pieces of clothes. You extend your arm to reach the zipper of his hooded jacket, tugging it down open. You look up at him while doing so, noticing his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He's focused on your movements, watching your hands on him as if it's a movie, wanting to remember each second of it.

You go under his white tank top, running your delicate fingers over his abs, loving the feeling of his muscles under your palm. They tense a little bit at your contact and you can't help but smile, enjoying how much Jungkook isn't indifferent to your touch at all.

"Stop playing," he breathes out, wanting you to get your hands on what's really aching right now.

"I'm sorry," you apologize in a low tone, even though you don't really feel bad for him. He gave you three orgasms one after the other without listening to your complaints, didn't he?

You finally free his cock out, this one springing out excitedly, standing tall against his stomach. Jungkook releases a breath of relief, burying his tattooed fingers in your hair by reflex. You don't mind the pulling, you love it, in fact. It tells you he's enjoying himself and it reminds you he still has control over your actions.

"You know what happens to bad girls, sweetheart," he says and it sounds like a warning. A quite exciting warning, you won't lie. "Make me proud and act good," Jungkook orders from above, your eyes up on him as you nod your head in response.

Your gaze shifts down to his hard cock, slightly curved with a vein along it. You lick your lips, now understanding the hunger Jungkook felt when he had your pussy in his face. The eagerness to please him is real.

You wrap your fingers around him, liking how stiff he feels under your palm, and put his leaking tip into the warmth of your mouth. "Ah, fuck," he curses under his breath, his head rolling back and hitting the wall behind. He closes his eyes, feeling every inch of his length that enters your mouth. "So fucking good."

As he praises you like you're nothing less than a goddess, you swallow his dick, exactly the way he likes it, the way he showed you. You breathe through your nose, Jungkook being specially big for your mouth, but you surely won't give up so soon.

You said you'll pay him back and you stick to your words. Especially after those fantastic orgasms he gave you tonight.

You palm gently his balls — which he's really sensitive to — while you start bobbing your head over him. Your eyes are quick to water and you blink to pry the tears away, unbothered if your makeup gets smudged. You hear deep moans and groans from Jungkook, telling how good you're being.

You keep your tongue flat underneath him and hollow your cheeks to maximize his pleasure. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your head over his cock as he watches it disappear and reappear between your lips.

He's entirely coated in your spit, length glistening under the bathroom's lights as you bounce your head over him. The situation feels really filthy and the fact that you're in a restaurant, your friends probably wondering what's taking you both so long, is making everything more arousing.

Jungkook didn't even hesitate when he discreetly followed you to the toilet, locking the door before sneaking his large hands under the skirt of your dress. You've let him touch you, let him sit you down on the sink counter, let him slide your panties off. And you don't regret it.

You're even grateful he followed you because now you have to listen to his beautiful moans like it's a melody and suck his dick like it's a cherry lollipop — your favourite.

"Let me... Let me," he rasps out, swallowing to ease his dried throat. You glance up at him when you hear him begin to talk, wondering what he has to say. "Ask you out on a date," he finishes and the lopsided smile on his face has your stomach fluttering.

You pull him out with a 'pop', stroking his wet cock as you collect your thoughts. Is he really asking you out right now? As you're sucking the soul out of him?

"Aren't we already on a date?" You wonder, knowing it's not the answer he wants. You're just not totally ready to give a response to that, not even think about it. You prefer to avoid, prefer to tease.

He frowns cutely, passing his fingers through your tangled hair. He wets his pink lips and looks at you as he reflects, shaking his head. "This isn't a date," he replies. "I want to be with you, only you, baby."

He's referring to your night out with your friends, explaining a real date will be you as his only company. He sounds sure of himself, completely convinced that what he wants and needs is a date with you.

Somewhere you'd choose because he believes the place doesn't matter as long as you're happy with it. Somewhere he can learn more about you, more about your personality and the people you love. He wants to get to know you, know how much sugar you put in your coffee and know if you take your shower in the morning or at night.

He wants to know the simple and the difficult things.

Everything. He wants you to tell him everything about you because he's absolutely in love. Stupidly, drunkly in love with you.

"I want to know you," he confesses and you swear your heart just did a jump in your chest.

"You know me more than anybody else, Jungkook," you flirt, smiling as you stroke him gently, elongating the pleasure. "In every way and angle possible."

It makes him chuckle, his eyes blown out in lust. He shows his cute bunny teeth, a smile you realize you don't want to lose — yes, even when giving him a handjob.

"Let me have my chance, you won't regret it," Jungkook promises, his thumb passing over your cheek, leaving your poor heart incredulous, but still wanting to believe every single word that escapes his mouth.

You don't respond right away, a bit lost in your own thoughts. You've only said good things about Jungkook since you started hooking up and all of your girlfriends are team Jungkook since the beginning. You've even lost the count of his green flags.

Maybe you should let yourself be more vulnerable and be open with him about your feelings. You realize that all this time the one you weren't trusting with your emotions was you, not him.

"I'll fuck you right every day, you'll just have to ask," he adds on and you roll your eyes playfully, smiling at his silly words. "Even on the week-ends. Especially Sunday," he smirks, saying everything to convince you, even what seems stupid because at this point, he knows you've already fell for him.

You swallow him in a swift motion, lubricating his cock more as there was a bit less saliva left on him. You pull out and start pumping him again.

"Why Sundays?" At your question he grins even more, as if he knows his answer will please you.

"Because it's the day of the week you hate the most," he explains, biting down on his bottom lip as the knot in his stomach begins to tighten. "Gonna make it the one you love the most."

You can't help but grin back, connecting your gaze with him. You break eye-contact to tilt your head down and take him back into your mouth. He takes a hold of your hair again and his grip is rough, making your scalp burn.

You whine around him, sucking him like there's no tomorrow. He quickly comes close to his high, saying a bunch of profanity under his breath. He directs the movements of your head, making you take all of him at once, then sliding back up to just have the tip in your mouth.

"Shit, baby," he slurs out, wet curly bangs covering his forehead. His big brown eyes don't leave you, watching you like you're a living piece of art. "Gonna cum, don't stop," he announces and you doubt you'll stop with his hand behind your head, controlling each one of your moves.

You hum around him and place your hands on his strong thighs, sensing his muscles tensing up as he comes undone in you. He steadies your head over him, nose pressed down on his shaved pelvis.

He softly moans, pink lips parting to let the sounds out. He fills your mouth up with his cum, cock twitching as he spills everything he can in you.

He carefully slips out of your mouth and you don't wait to swallow everything before sticking your tongue out to prove him. He smiles, patting your head gently. "What a good girl," he compliments, satisfied with your instant obedience.

You stand up on sore legs as Jungkook stuff himself back in his pants, pulling the zipper of his jeans up. He replaces his tank top over his stomach, covering the band of his Calvin Klein boxers that peaks out.

He brings you closer to him by the waist and you giggle, playing with his silver chain he wears around his neck. "What do you say?"

You sigh, pretending like he annoys you, but your smile totally betrays you. "One date," you accept and he's about to kiss you, but you stop him before he can. "But I chose where we go... and you can't follow me to the bathroom anymore!"

Jungkook chuckles, cupping your jaw and giving you a kiss on the lips. "Deal." As you're about to go back to your table, he hands you something and your eyes widen when you see your panties. "Don't forget that, I'm the only one allowed to see what's under that pretty dress."

You take back your underwear, stepping into the holes then sliding them up your legs. "Shut up," you quickly say before exiting the bathroom, Jungkook behind you.

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Do not ask for a part 2.

[gukkie01]

too daring for you? | knj (m)

pairing — kim namjoon x reader summary — Namjoon can't keep your roleplaying idea off his head, so he'll make sure to surprise you with it when you least expect it. genre — smut, pwp rate — 18+ word count — 1.9k warnings — explicit sexual content, role playing, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, teabagging, manhandling, light degradation, cum eating.

Perfume, check.

Leather jacket, check.

Favorite watch, check.

Tonight, Namjoon was a different man. His night would not be the same as the others. No more boring date nights inside his apartment. Today he’ll go to a nice bar, where you’ll be expecting him. But what you’re not accounting for is his intentions.

Today he’s fulfilling a fantasy. One he’s been intrigued by since you’ve mentioned it. But to pull it off, he has to be his best confident self. Be in his A game and catch you by surprise.

Checking himself in the mirror and everything looks fine, appropriate. Except his expression. He’s not ready for this. He can only think of your request to spice things up. He didn’t know they needed spicing up in the first place.

“I’m living my greatest fantasy right now,” he remembered saying. You two were cuddling in his bed after sex. You were cozied up to his chest, and he ran the tip of his fingers through your naked spine. He was almost purring.

“Cuddling?” you asked, sounding surprised.

“Intimacy,” he answered, giggling at your amazed expression.

“Really?” you checked. “But I can’t say I’m that surprised. You’re always so… intense.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t really think we have sex per se, I see it as passionate love making. You’re fully committed to it.”

“And you’re not?” he asked. Your last sentence had his alarm bells turned on.

“Of course I am, love. Don’t get me wrong.” you shifted in bed, supporting your weight in one elbow to look at his face. “And I love that you’re passionate, and that you’re into all sorts of intimacy.”

“But?” he pressed, trying to stay calm.

“But… I, personally, wouldn’t categorize intimacy as a fantasy. I swear I’m not judging you.”

“Okay…”

“Are you mad?” you asked, and he watched as your brows furrowed in concern.

“What do you consider a fantasy?” he asked, letting his curiosity get the best of him. You just stayed in silence and studied his face, your brows still furrowed. “I’m not mad,” he clarified, making sure his voice sounded calm enough. 

He was telling the truth. Mad was not the correct word to describe his feelings. He was a little worried that he wasn’t satisfying you, so he was worried. He wanted you all to himself — soul and body, especially body — and he wanted you to moan how much you belonged to him, so he was possessive. He didn’t even want to think about the possibility of another man finding the weak spots he worked so hard to build, so he was jealous. But mad wasn’t one of them.

You sighed, taking him out of his musings, and you answered sheepishly. “I like roleplaying,” you whispered. He hummed in acknowledgment and changed the subject.

But that night still ran through his mind every time you had sex, and in the ride to that bar he replayed that scene over and over again. He had to know what you were like, who you were, when you didn’t want to be yourself.

That was enough to give him back his confidence in his idea. His curiosity got him into this mess, and it was that same itch that would get him through it. 

The slick wood arches over the bar were the first thing to catch his eyes when he entered. The low light above the tables and booths complimented nicely with the black leather chairs. The live band wasn’t half bad with the smooth jazz. 

The atmosphere was sexy. He picked right.

He sat on a bar stool and asked for his favorite drink.

“A manhattan for me, please,” he heard a familiar voice say, and he turned around to fall in love with you all over again. 

Your smile was big when you looked at his face, and you opened your mouth to start talking, but Namjoon was set on making this night special from beginning to end. After all, he didn’t let you in on his plans for a reason. He wanted to see the desire and lust in your eyes when you realized his idea. Another thing he was curious about. 

“Hello, stranger,” he started, offering his hand. When you accepted it, he took it to his lips, planting a sweet kiss there. “I must be pretty lucky to have such a beautiful face sit right next to me.” 

“Thank you…” you said. Your tone of voice gave away your confusion, bending at the end, making it sound like a question. Namjoon guessed you were trying to understand his strange behavior.

“Does your pretty face come with a name?” he continued. He was amused by the many emotions running through your face, but he hadn’t quite reached the one he wanted to see the most yet.

“What?” you asked.

“Oh, no worries. I don’t mind a little mystery.” he leaned towards you and took a sip of his drink. “My name is Namjoon by the way. I hope I get to know you better this evening, angel.”

Jackpot. 

Your face lit up with understanding, and a sly smile adorned your face.

“You sound intriguing, Namjoon.”

“I could say the same thing about you.” he winked and was pleased when you bit your bottom lip. He made sure the bartender knew he’d pay for the drinks and made a move to leave. “I must leave now. But if you want to have the time of your life, here’s where to find me,” he said. 

He handed you a card with the name of a club and some cash for the Uber. “I’ll be waiting for you, angel. I know you won’t disappoint me.” he said, leaning closer to your face and inhaling the scent of your perfume. “Your name is on the list,” he whispered to your ear, before planting another kiss to your earlobe.

Arriving at the club was easy enough. The waiting for you to show up was almost a torture device. 

Did he do it right? Did you feel controlled, like he was dominating your decisions? Were you turned on by the idea? At the end, after he handed you the card, was the glint in your eyes just residue from the surprise? Or did you feel your stomach flutter, much like his own heart was beating out of his chest?

The possibilities were endless.

But it was like you had a neon sign pointed directly at you. He could see your face as you looked for him in the crowd. He took a sip of his drink. Should he go after you, or should he let you find him? He twitched in his seat, his leg bouncing. He must do something. 

But alas, there you were.

Eyes still filled with fascination. Your lips parted as you two made eye contact, and Namjoon watched you in awe. Shoulders back, and hips moving side to side, inviting him to glare, to stare, to inappropriately lick his lips. He watched every second of your hands as they ran through your body, touching all the places he knew you liked to be kissed. Your neck, your navel, the curve of your hips.

Dancing for him. A show just for him. Other people get to watch and envy him. But he’s the only one that can touch.

Intimacy be damned. He liked this fantasy better.

You curled your fingers, inviting him to dance. He didn’t have to think twice. 

He didn’t recognize himself. The Namjoon of yesterday wouldn’t do such a thing. Too timid to dance like this in public. To grab his partner by the waist and ogle at his favorite body parts. But you changed him. Reached his genetic makeup and twisted it to your liking.

He liked it too.

He didn’t last more than a song underneath your touch. Your hands ran upwards through his body, but before they could reach his neck and fist his hair, Namjoon was already kissing you. It was urgent, it was inappropriate, it was too damn sexual. He was sure he’d leave the club with a boner.

His tongue unceremoniously intertwined with yours, and his hands grabbed your ass with fervor. You weren’t so cute either. Namjoon remembered you were in a public setting when your hands reached the front of his pants.

He stopped your search, holding your wrists behind your back. 

“Not here, angel,” he said, panting.

“I know where,” you offered, twisting your wrists so you’d be hauling him around the club.

You reached the bathrooms, and you shoved him inside before a line could form behind you. Before he could ask about your intentions, you pushed him against the wall, kissing him again. He allowed himself to go further, biting your neck and leveraging his position to grind his groin against your abdomen.

“Fuck, I can’t take this,” you said, dropping to your knees and opening his zipper. 

His cock was already hard when you wrapped your mouth around him. He moaned your name repeatedly as you massaged his length in synchronicity with your lips. He moaned even louder when his tip reached the back of your throat. Your gag reflex made your throat even tighter, and he wanted to scream your name.

But of course you had to surprise him, using his length to slap your face and tongue, and putting pressure around his base. And that was enough for him to be overwhelmed by his instincts. He grabbed a chunk of your hair with one hand and secured your jaw open with the other, inserting himself in and out as he pleased.

He thrusted his hips once more, as far as your mouth would allow. He wanted to feel your throat closing around his tip again. He only let you up for air after you tapped his thigh. But he wasn’t done being rough. The trail of saliva left between his dick and your tongue inspired him even further. 

“Open your mouth,” he demanded, his voice almost an octave lower, and you obliged with a smile. He spit on your tongue before placing his testicles inside your mouth. Between the warmth of your tongue and his agile hands, he was close. “Fuck,” he moaned, inserting his dick in your mouth one last time before climax overpowered him. “I want to see you swallow it,” he asserted, already adjusting his pants.

You did as he asked and opened your mouth showing your tongue to prove it. Your smile was as big as he’d ever seen. If he knew you’d be this wild, he wouldn’t have been so reluctant to comply with your wishes.

“Good,” he said, taking a deep breath and helping you get to your feet.

Before you could say anything, or even better, go home to finish the night, there was a banging on the bathroom door.

When Namjoon opened it, he was met with a security guard, followed by an irritated manager.

“Oh, goody,” the manager said, taking a look around Namjoon to find you hiding behind him.

“Would you two please step aside? The bathroom is off limits from certain activities. I’m gonna have to escort you out of the premises.”

“Sure, that’s no problem.” Namjoon didn’t turn around to look at you. He just squeezed your hand as you two walked out of the club, but he knew your whole body was burning from embarrassment. “Well, there’s a story to tell our grandkids,” he joked once you two were on a cab headed home.

“If you tell them any of this, I will slowly poison you,” you threatened. “But I do need to tell them how amazing you are in all aspects,” you gushed, hugging his neck. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime, angel.”

[gukkie01]

3:23 am (don’t go, stay) Pt 1 || JJK

Pairing: jungkook x f! original character

Word count: 12.1k

Genre(s): fluff, romance, strangers to lovers, slight angst if you squint; neighbor au, pre-debut Jungkook au, pre-debut au, comic book artist Jungkook au, apartment au, neighbor au

Warnings: cursing, mentions of jungkook’s penis (yeah yeah… he sleeps naked ofc), brief injury (jk hurts himself bc he’s a dork); descriptions of anxiety and fear (jungkook is scared for a sec, oops); nudity mentions, jungkook is a little horny (what can I say….), jungkook gets a hard on lol; he’s also down bad pathetic crushing and is super clumsy, and brief mentions of home robberies (lol this feels random, but it isn’t I swear), very heavily dialogue based

Audience: 18+ (minors, DNI!)

Summary: Jungkook has had a couple of awkward run-ins with his pretty upstairs neighbor, who he may or may not be secretly pining over, and one night, she pays him an unexpected visit.

“My patio, though. Did you fall? I heard a thud.”

“Are you flirting with me? I’ve heard that pickup line before, but yours sounds a little different.”

He smiles. “I wouldn’t use pickup lines like those with you.”

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A/N: WOOO! my first jungkook fic!! We recently got his birth time, and thus this title was born lol! I’ve been working on this baby for a few months now, and it’s finally finished!! After a long time of contemplating, i decided to make our female character an original character, and i know it’s kind of a rare thing in the community, but i felt it worked best with my story. It’s been a bumpy ride with this one since it’s my first lengthy fic (over 12k words… sheesh!) that will be a part of a short series. I’m very excited and a little nervous, but if you’re here, I’m glad to have you here. Thank you for giving my work a shot <3 (ps. italics indicate jungkook’s inner thoughts as well as flashbacks)

a big thank you to my lovely beta’s: @cherrysoulth @the-boy-meets-evil​ and @jeonjcngkook​ you’ve all helped me shape my fic and have been so helpful, and I am so so grateful. truly. seriously. thank you for brainstorming with me, for reading my work, and for being so sweet and so supportive.

a special thank you to @itaeewon​ for the lovely banner! I love it so so much <3

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[gukkie01]

Hello! I wanted to ask if you write to order?

I read your story "Catch Me" and it's something! She is so extremely interesting and hot🔥🔥🔥The Jungkook you described in this story is just a dream 🥰One of my favorite Jungkook stories.

So if you write, could you write a story like this:

Y/N worked as an assistant/or manager of BTS guys at Hybe Labels. Maybe something, for example, she was a staff member who organized their schedule, or supervised the fulfillment of the boys' schedule. Jungkook liked Y/N (she liked him too, to be honest, she was in love with him) but he didn't know how to stay with her alone (maybe they sometimes text each other very often). The idea is that in the company, according to the rules, you cannot have any kind of romantic relationship with the members of the group.

So, one day, Jungkook goes to a meeting/simple gatherings with friends out of town in his car (any brand is possible, but I would like it to be a Mercedes G-63). He'll look like this picture, and here he comes, having a good time, but he's out of control and was drinking, and now he can't drive by himself. As the sun sets and it's time for Jungkook to go home, Jungkook calls Y/N to come over and be his sober driver. No one but her can take it away (the guys are either busy or drunk). Y/N came to Jungkook from out of town, he introduces her to his friends and then they get out. On the way, Jungkook starts talking about sex because he's was drinking and he's become very brave (well, not that he's like that😂). Jungkook asks to stop so he can go to the bathroom, and after he's done his business (the stop could have been at a gas station), he starts molesting Y/N because he likes her so much and he literally can't wait to fuck her😄 And they have hot sex in the car!

How do you like the idea? Email me if you want to write it❤️❤️❤️I'll be waiting for a reply!

Hi! Yes I do accept requests from anyone as long as it doesn’t include r*pe or any disturbing topics.

Your idea is very interesting and I’ll start writing it as soon as I can. I have many ideas for this so I can’t promise anything soon but I will try! Thank you for this amazing idea🤍

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Black Pearl Pt. 2

Pairing: Namjoon × reader ft. Ot7

Rating: Adult, Explicit

Genre:NonIdolAu,BodyguardAu,Angst,Smut,Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You're with your friends drinking when suddenly your entire life is flipped around. You find yourself trapped in a house with 7 men you don't know and their Alpha gets on your nerves a little too much. What do you do when you realize that you like their leader and you're not supposed to? Can you resist giving in and sticking to your belief of no relationships or do you give in to the temptation?

Warnings ⚠️: Cursing

Author's Note: I decided to write this series inspired by Namjoon in a black turtleneck ( yes I'm weak and I know y'all are too). It's my first time writing a series so please do let me know your thoughts and engage with the post.

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Chapter Two

“Namjoon.”

It almost feels like an instant reaction, the way it rolls off of your tongue so easily. Almost like it’s a name you’ve known for a while. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear your phone ringing. You pull it out of your purse that you managed to grab before you had to leave the club. Before you get the chance to answer, Namjoon grabs it out of your hand harshly.

“What the fuck?” You yell.

“Give me my phone back,” you demand, your hands crossed against your chest. Namjoon quickly pulls the car over and slides the SIM card out of your phone before throwing it out of the window. Your eyes shoot open at his action. You're about to yell at him again when you hear a gunshot in the distance.

"Sit back," Namjoon orders in a voice that leaves no place for argument, as he presses on the accelerator and speeds away from the location. He reaches his arm to the back seat with ease and retracts his walkie-talkie.

"How the fuck are they trailing us?” He asks and you can hear another voice answer through the mic.

"They must have pinged her phone location hyung."

"I just destroyed the SIM card,” he groans out in frustration.

You turn around and see a black car right behind you. Your heartbeat picks up its pace immediately and your eyes widen. "Namjoon, they're right behind us,” you cry out, your eyes fixated on the car trailing right behind you.

"I'm on it. Don’t worry," he says and before you know it, you're in a chase with the car behind you. Namjoon quickly maneuvers his own vehicle into a small lane nearby and follows along an internal route. You manage to lose the car and catch your breath as you're back on the road.

"We lost them, right?" You ask nervously and Namjoon turns his head to look at you.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me you had your phone?” He says, instead of answering your question. “Do you even know how dangerous of a situation you're in right now? They probably would be still right behind us had I not found out about your phone,” he yells as you purse your lips together with a sniffle escaping your lips.

There’s an unspoken tension in the air surrounding you. If it was anyone else, you’d have yelled back but there’s something about him. An aura of dominance exudes from him that makes you nervous. You observe how his jaw clenches in anger, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. You notice his biceps flexing underneath his black turtleneck as he runs his hands through his jet-black hair.

Goddamn.

You gulp before you shake your thoughts off. The man yelled at you and you’re here drooling. Jeez, get a grip, Y/n.

"I'm here in your car and I don't even know you. I don't know where my friends and family are. I haven't eaten a morsel in the last four hours. I'm drunk and vulnerable and there are a bunch of men with guns after me. You think I'm having any fun here?" You scream back, almost in the same harsh tone, he’s been using since earlier.

For a second you see his gaze soften but you quickly look away and stare out the window, looking at the night sky instead. You aren’t one to take shit from others, especially from one of your dad’s minions and you want to make sure he knows that.

Being tired and hungry, you end up falling asleep.

~the next day~

You wake up to the feeling of sunlight hitting you. Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the brightness of the room, your head pounding from all the vodka shots. Last night’s events flood through your head and you grunt out in frustration. As you look down, you realize you’re wearing what seems to be a man’s t-shirt.

“Who changed my clothes now?” You whine as you get out of bed and make your way out. As you open the door, more sunlight hits you and you squint your eyes.

“The fuck? Is this Edward Cullen’s house or what?” You question as you follow the staircase and make your way downstairs. Your eyes immediately land on a man leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes glued to your legs as you walk in further.

“Morning,” he says, his voice sweet and soft. Your eyes land on the way his abs peek through his shirt when he stretches his hands up in the air. You roll your eyes and open the fridge to grab some water.

“Had a rough night I presume,” he speaks again, his tone a little raspier but no less soft. You have a few sips of water and put the bottle back in. The moment you close the fridge, the stranger stands right next to you. You almost yell out loud but his hands are quick to cover your mouth, his eyes staring directly into yours. You notice his lips curve up into a playful smile as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip.

You quickly push him off of you as you hear footsteps. Your eyes dart to the hallway, where Namjoon walks in wearing a pair of blue sweatpants. Only sweatpants. Your jaw drops at the sight of his hard muscular chest and curved abs on display, choking on your own spit. The biceps that you had been eying since you sat in the car with him were now visible to you pretty clearly. As the heat rushes to your cheeks, you notice the way his sweatpants hang low on his hips.

Namjoon looks up at you and the angelic stranger standing at your side, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Morning hyung,” he greets, his voice sounding chirpier than earlier. Namjoon just nods in response before walking away from the situation.

The man turns to you and sticks out his hands. “I’m Jimin. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/n, but I guess you already know that.”

Your eyes dart back to where Namjoon was standing just a few seconds ago and thoughts run through your head. “Hey, meeting in two” You hear a deep voice speak. Your head shoots up as your eyes land on the man in front of you, running his fingers through his long dark curls. You notice the way his eyes scan your body before landing on Jimin standing next to you. His brows knit in confusion as he signals Jimin to move with his eyes.

“Wait” you yell out as Jimin walks over to the dark-haired man. You quickly walk towards them.

“What meeting?” you question, your eyes squinting in confusion. The two men look at each other before the dark-haired man speaks up, “Namjoon hyung called for all 7 of us to assemble to discuss further plans”

“Can I come with?” you ask.

“Well, he told all 7 of us to gather so..” the man’s voice trails off. You roll your eyes at his response.

“Aren’t you all here for MY safety?” you say and Jimin shrugs before responding, “Fair enough. Come along.” As the three of you walk towards one of the rooms in the safe house, you look around admiring the simplicity of the house.

Jimin pushes open the door of a room and you see Namjoon talking to someone over the phone. The other guys seem to be engaged in conversation as you slowly sit down not wanting to draw attention to yourself.

“Why is she here?” Namjoon speaks, his voice coming off deeper than usual. You roll your eyes at his question before responding, “Because I wanted to” crossing your arms, staring down at him. You notice the way his jaw clenches at your snappy response.

“It's only fair we start by introducing ourselves right?” one of the men sitting next to you says. You notice the softer features on his face, his smile bright.

“Jung Hoseok at your service,” he says doing a little bow making you giggle at his actions.

“The name’s Seokjin,” The older one says and the others start chuckling at his introduction. Your eyes dart to namjoon and you notice how at ease he seems with the other guys. His eyes meet yours and a soft smile appears on his face. He fucking smiled. You feel your heart almost skip a beat at the sight of his dimples. You quickly look away and try to focus on the ongoing conversation instead.

“Lol boomer,” the seemingly younger man says giggling as Seokjin glares at him. You notice the way he plays with the ring near the right corner of his lip. “I’m Jungkook. Unlike Jin hyung, if you wanna hang out with the cool people hit me up.” you chuckle at his statement and you hear Hoseok whisper to you.

“You’re about to witness Jin hyung’s iconic rap yelling”

Sure enough, Jin does start yelling, dragging out his words as the younger man throws his head back, everyone laughing. You don’t recognize the smile on your face. It feels so natural to laugh around these people you’ve never even met before. Your mind takes you back to the dinner table at your house, back in Seoul where all you ever experienced was anger, sadness, and silence.

“I’m Taehyung. Nice to meet you” the deep voice of the dark-haired man brings you back to reality. You notice the smile playing on his lips, in complete contrast to his deep, manly voice.

“That’s Yoongi hyung” Hoseok says pointing to one of the men with long black hair, sleeping peacefully.

“Someone willing to volunteer as tribute?” Jimin asks as your brows furrow in confusion.

“I vote for Jimin,” Jungkook says and the others nod in approval. “Why me?” Jimin rolls his eyes before tugging at Yoongi’s hand and yelling into his ears ‘wake up’.

“Fucking hell. Can’t sleep peacefully for one second in this goddamn household full of lunatics.” Yoongi complains as his eyes barely open, still adjusting to the bright lighting of the room.

“Stop complaining cat man,” Jimin says laughing at Yoongi’s half-awake state.

“Now that we’re done with introductions can we get into the important stuff” Namjoon speaks, his dominant leader mode taking control, the softer side completely dissolving into the atmosphere.

He opens up his phone and slides it over to you. You see a tanned man with a scruffy-looking beard. “Do you recognize him?” Namjoon asks and you shake your head.

“As per our intel, he is the one who fired the shots at the club.” You look down again taking a closer look at the man. “I’ve never seen him,” you say shaking your head and Namjoon sighs in response.

“As much as we are here in a safe house, we must be on alert at all times. Never underestimate the enemy” he says and everyone nods in response.

“We also have only three bedrooms and before you all fight to death over being roomies, Jin hyung and I came up with a list of the least chaotic combinations. Jin hyung and Jimin will be in one room. Hobi and Tae can sleep in the living room. Yoongi and Kook will be in one room.”

“Wait where are you and I sleeping?” you ask and the realization hits you that you’re fucked.

You're gonna be sharing a room with Namjoon.

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Special thanks to @gukkie01 for proposing this idea. Love you ♡.

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Reblog if you’d still love Jungkook without abs

[gukkie01]

How You Get The Girl | JJK

PAIRING: CEO!Jungkook x secretary!reader (Feat. Slight Lawyer!Namjoon x Reader)

WORDS: 23K

RATING&GENRE: 18+, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, OFFICE AU

WARNINGS: Alrighty then! We've got; drinking, unsure Reader, an overprotective Jungkook, CEO Jungkook, a kinda mean Jungkook?, unprotected sex, titty play, spanking, and a bit of bullying at work? Oh, and let's not forget that Namjoon's a fake hoe, conflicted JK and Reader, cold Jungkook, so in conclusion; Jungkooks a hot CEO that just needs love.

SYNOPSIS: One thing they don't teach you in law school is how to get the guy, especially not kim namjoon who seems so unapproachable that you entrust a dear friend of yours, Jungkook, for help- except now he's realizing he rather get the girl for himself

A/n: Hey everyone! I just wanted to take a moment to apologize for the long wait on this one. Life has been pretty hectic lately, but I'm so excited to finally be able to share this with you! I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And if you do end up liking it, I would absolutely love to hear from you! Your comments and asks mean the world to me and really help me grow as a writer. So don't be shy - drop a line and let me know what you think!

Thanks so much for your patience and support. I wouldn't do this without you all.

It's 5 am when your alarm wakes you up. You groggily reach out to switch it off, feeling the heaviness in your eyes as you force yourself to get up from your bed, and as you sluggishly walk over to the window, you see that it's still dark outside.

Despite your fatigue, you know you have to start your day soon.

Working at Jeon Lawfirm, you are blessed to have a job that allows you to make a good living—being able to enjoy luxuries in life you would've never imagined as a little girl. However, this blessing comes with its own set of challenges—On some days, work hours can stretch to over 10 hours, which can be physically and mentally exhausting for someone who prefers to have as little social interaction as possible.

It's even more challenging on days where you are working alongside attorneys who have been with the firm longer than you, and they seem to pass their workload on to you.

You sigh, “Another day, another tiring 8 hours.” As you slip on your slippers and make your way to the bathroom, you mentally prepare yourself for the stressful day that lies ahead.

"Fuck me," you curse under your breath when you open your fridge and find that the meal you had promised yourself was there yesterday is now gone.

You were looking forward to having it for lunch today, and now you had to settle for a $6 normal hot coffee and maybe that 10$ sandwich that always basically smiled at you whenever you passed by at the cafe in your office building.

It's not just the cost that bothers you, but the fact that you know you could have made a better breakfast for yourself if only you hadn't eaten your meal the night prior due to your period cravings.

You start to consider your options as you rapidly make your way down the elevator of your building and catching the bus. Maybe you could try to make it to a 7/11 before work.

You like to go a little bolder with your makeup for work, considering that most women there dress to impress—This leads to the question of: Who are they trying to impress? Jeon Jungkook—the simple answer is Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook's your friend. His parents are close to yours—however, their social status is vastly different. Despite this, Jungkook has never acted or felt superior to you, which is a demonstration of how exactly his character is.

Regardless of his social status, how much money he has or his position in the company—Jungkook and you are great friends, in fact, there's even rumors that the two of your are dating which in your opinion is ridiculous. He's like a brother to you!

-

“You're-” Jimin, your coworker, starts to scold you for being late, but as he glances at the clock, he realizes you're actually on time for once.

He lets out a sigh of relief and says, "-Not late, for once." You smile and give him a playful wink before walking past him and towards Jungkook's office.

The office building is immaculate. It is no wonder, though, given that it is valued at over 200 million dollars.

The rigorous selection for employment is a reflection of the building's very exclusive status, with an acceptance rate of only 0.5%. So, with the high standards, those who do manage to secure a position within the building are usually snobs in their mid 40s.

From the sleek, modern design to the state-of-the-art technology, every detail has been carefully considered to ensure that the building is a top-notch workspace. The building also has a range of different spaces, including a fully-equipped gym, on-site dining options, and even a rooftop garden where employees can relax and eat lunch during their breaks.

Overall, it is clear to you and anyone for that matter that the Jeon Lawfirm is not just a workplace but a symbol of success and exclusivity. Something that you are clearly...lacking.

You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for the day ahead—you have the feeling its gonna be a good one.

Walking down the endless luxury polished clean hallway, you think about the upcoming meeting with the team to discuss the latest case. You remember the mistakes you faced during the last one, but you're determined to take on any obstacles that come your way this time around.

As you approach Jungkook's office, you hear the sound of his laughter coming from inside. You can't help but feel a sense of comfort knowing that he's in a good mood today. You werent scared or anything but an angry Jungkook was never a good sign.

You knock on the door, and he invites you in "pass".

“Good morning, Mrs. L/n,” Namjoon, Jungkook's close friend and coworker, greeted you with a smile and you couldnt help but feel a slight blush creep up your cheeks as you returned the bow and replied with a soft “morning.”

Walking up to Jungkook with purpose, quickening your pace as you approach him. You extend your hand, holding out the reports that were due today.

Glancing at the stack of paper, Jungkook took a deep breath and began to review his meetings for the day. You knew that he was a natural leader, but you also knew that he had worked hard to get to where he was today—Jungkooks dad, Ceo of Jeon Lawfirm—wasn't one to mess with, regardless if Jungkook was his son or not, if he didn't fit the position he wouldnt be here right now.

From his early days as an intern to now being the head of the department, you had watched as he had grown and developed his skills.

As you watched Jungkook go through the reports, you couldn't help but glance around the room, your eyes meeting Namjoons for the tiniest second as he send you a small smile.

Namjoon was older than you, but cute nonetheless. In fact, you have always found something attractive about older guys, not necessarily grandpa-aged, but maybe just three to five years older than you. It's a fine line, but one that you believe is perfect. There's just something alluring about someone who has a bit more experience in life, someone who can offer a different perspective, and Namjoon seemed to fit that description perfectly, with his charming smile and confident demeanour. You found yourself drawn to him.

“Okay great, you'll be at those meetings too right?” Jungkook speaks up, placing down the reports and looking at you. You nod in agreement, happy that you'll be able to attend and contribute to the meetings once again.

"Of course, do you prefer coffee or water for the guests?" you ask, eager to ensure that everything runs smoothly. You take note of his request but as Jungkook starts to talk, you stop him with a question. "Just to clarify, are there any specific requirements for the meeting that I should be aware of?"

Jungkook pauses for a moment before responding, "Actually, y/n, you're taking over Namjoon's part for this one. Have the interns do the Organization." You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you realize the level of responsibility that has been entrusted to you.

Namjoon is an integral part of the team, and plays a vital role in supporting Jungkook.

He acts as Jungkook's right-hand man, always ready to lend a hand whenever Jungkook needs it. Whether it's helping with cases or providing support during a tough decision, Namjoon is always there to assist.

Jungkook looks at you expectantly, waiting for your answer. You feel your nerves getting the best of you and you take a deep breath before responding.

"Is that okay with you?" he asks again, his eyes showing a hint of concern. You let out a nervous laugh and begin playing with the pen in your hand. "No, yeah, it's totally okay. I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed," you say, trying to mask the anxiety in your voice. You take a moment to gather your thoughts and continue, "It's a great opportunity to learn more about the field"

Jungkook nods understandingly and smiles, making you feel a little more at ease.

At this point, you were feeling a mix of emotions. You weren't even sure if you were nervous because of the meeting or because of the fact that you were about to be all alone with Namjoon. The thought of being alone with him made your heart race faster. You wanted to make a good impression and show him that you were capable of handling whatever task he had for you.

“Good then I'll leave you two to it, feel free to stay in my office” Jungkool said as he stood up from his seat behind the big desk and walked out the door, leaving you all alone with namjoon.

The room was silent except for the sound of the air conditioning. Namjoon cleared his throat and gestured for you to take a seat in front of the desk. As you sat down, you noticed a picture frame on the desk; It was a picture of Jungkook and his dog bam, both of them smiling.

Namjoon noticed you looking at the picture and chuckled. "Jungkook seems cold but he wont let anything happen to that dog," he said.

You smiled politely and looked away, feeling a bit awkward. Namjoon seemed to sense your discomfort and quickly changed the subject. "So, let's get started," he said, pulling out a folder from one of the drawers. "I have some ideas for the project that I think you'll find interesting.”

-

"My dick is the size of that cucumber." Jimin drunkenly shouted, pointing at the fruit basket that decorated the bar where you were celebrating your company's 50th anniversary.

"Your dick is the size of a pea, so shut up." Jungkook, who was standing behind Jimin, overheard and replied.

You were drunk, laughing at Jimins unfunny jokes and laughing even more when you heard Jungkooks reply. "He ended you" you laugh pointing at your friend.

It was your first time attending a big company party, and you were determined to make a good impression. You were hesitant to drink too much at first, and risk embarrassing yourself in front of your colleagues. However, Jimin, had other plans. He insisted on taking you to the bar, where he encouraged you to try different drinks since they were free for all employees.

As you sipped on your 5th drink of the night, Jimin regaled you with hilarious stories about past company parties, and soon you found yourself laughing and relaxing more.

You had enough to drink—and Jungkook seemed to think the same as he took your cocktail from you, saying, "Come on, let me take you home."

“But we're just getting started Kook!” You whine, but don't fight it when he grabs your arm, dragging out out the hall. You didn't want to go home just yet. “Come on I promised your mom I'd have an eye on you for tonight” Jungkook replied, searching for his car keys while you leaned against his black Mercedes.

You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but you knew that Jungkook was just looking out for you.

“I still can't believe my Mom still makes you babysit me, I'm 24!” you argue as you sit in the passenger seat of Jungkook's car.

Jungkook laughs and shakes his head, his eyes focused on the street. "Your mom just cares about you, you know that. Plus, she knows how much Jimin means to you and how things can get out of hand when you're alone with him."

Jungkook has always been there for you. It's not just about 'babysitting' you, but also about how he's always been a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear whenever you needed it.

You remember the time when you were struggling with school and he stayed up late to help you with your homework—he's always been the smarter one, obviously. Or when you were going through a tough break-up, and he took you out for coffee to cheer you up.

It's quite interesting that both your parents have always wanted you and Jungkook to date. It's a bit of a coincidence that he is the heir of a million-dollar Law firm, and you are the daughter of his parents' best friends. They saw it as an opportunity to bring the two families together and create a strong bond. It's not every day that such a good opportunity presents itself to join two families that have been close friends for many years.

From joint family vacations to shared family events, it could have been a great experience for everyone involved.

But Jungkook didn't see you in that way for a long time. He still probably doesn't.

“You passed my place!” You argue, looking out the car window at your building.

“do you really think I'll let you sleep alone tonight? You're drunk y/n”. Jungkook chuckles as he plays with his piercing shaking his head. You feel partly embarrassed at your state and partly amused by Jungkook's protective nature.

You've always appreciated his concern for you, but it's moments like these that make you want to be seen as an actual 24 year old woman and not the 15 year old y/n that would hide behind his body when she saw her crush.

As the car pulls up to Jungkook's apartment building, you can't help but feel a sense of comfort settling over you. One of Jungkook's homes was a luxurious penthouse situated atop a high-rise, offering a breathtaking view of the bustling city of Seoul. The penthouse was exclusively designed and adorned with high end furnishings, creating a vibe of grandeur and wealth. The interior was spacious and adorned with designer decor, glistening marble floors and elegant chandeliers.

It was a true architecture dream and design, reflecting the success and wealth of its owner, Jeon Jungkook.

As you step out of the car and follow him into his apartment, you can't help but feel a sense of nervousness within you.

"Soo..." you mutter, taking off your shoes and placing your bag somewhere on his kitchen counter.

"So?" Jungkook raises a brow, taking off his shoes as well and greeting his dog with a slight pat on the head; poor Bam was probably tired.

Jungkook poured a glass of water for you and himself as he asked, "You remember where the guest room is, right?" You nod in response. "Take tomorrow off, you'll be hungover," he says with a chuckle.

"What? No! Jungkook, you don't need to be biased just because we're friends." You scoff at his suggestion.

You pause for a moment, closing your eyes you appreciate his concern for your well-being, but then again, you could take care of yourself. You continue the conversation, "But, I do appreciate your concern. Maybe I'll take it easy tonight." You both sip on your water, enjoying the calming effect it has on your throats.

Suddenly, the sound of the clock ticking becomes more noticeable and you realize how late it is. "Oh, it's already past midnight. I should really get to bed," you say as you straightened your dress and placed the glass in his sink. Jungkook just nods "don't forget to take your makeup off"

Later that night

Namjoon looked extra cute tonight. He had styled his hair in a new and interesting way and had even worn a custom Valentino suit that was perfectly tailored to his body. You couldn't help but notice how his outfit accentuated his broad shoulders and muscular arms.

However, you were a bit disappointed that you didn't get a chance to talk to him. He seemed to be surrounded by his older friends, who were all busy celebrating and drinking. You did try to catch Namjoon's eye a few times, hoping to get a chance to say hello, but he was too engrossed in his conversation to notice you. So as the night went on, you watched him from afar, admiring the way he moved and the way his dimples appeared when he laughed.

You wished that you could be a part of his world, even just for a moment.

"I should get over it already." As you stand in front of the big bathroom mirror, you mumble to yourself, It's been a long day anyway, and you're looking forward to getting some rest before work tomorrow.

You take off your makeup and slip out of your dress, feeling the cool air on your skin. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, taking in your reflection. You notice the lines around your eyes and the way your hair falls across your forehead. You wonder if anyone else will ever pay attention to you enough to notice these details or if they only see the surface of you; Jeon Jungkooks secretary.

You feel vulnerable in only your underwear. It's like all the layers of protection have been stripped away and you're left with only yourself. You take a deep breath and try to push away the negative thoughts, any insecurities at that.

Tomorrow is a new day, and you'll face it with a fresh perspective. Maybe you'll bring Namjoon a coffee too.

Jungkook lies in his bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at his eyelids. This night was supposed to be one of relaxation, a chance to unwind and forget about the stresses of the day. However, it seems that not everyone shared his thought for a peaceful evening. Instead, he was forced to deal with a barrage of work-related conversations, leaving him feeling drained and unmotivated.

As he glances at the clock, his frustration only grows. It's already 1am, and he knows that he'll have to be up early tomorrow, just like you. The pressure of balancing work and personal life is all too real, and sometimes, it can feel overwhelming, even for him.

-

Jungkooks had had enough.

This morning was just as draining as any, and to make matters worse, the interns seemed to be making mistakes left and right. "What do you mean you cancelled the meeting?" Jungkook's voice echoed through the once-quiet halls of the office, now filled with the tension of his frustration. "S-sir, I-" the intern stammered, but Jungkook cut him off. "No excuses. We need to stay organized and on top of everything, especially during these busy times." He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Jungkook's frustration was palpable as he glared at the intern in front of him. "Do you even realize how much money I just lost because of your mistake?" he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. The intern visibly trembled, unsure of how to react to the COO's anger.

Jungkook took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down before asking, "Who hired you? Was it Mrs. L/n?"

As the intern nodded hesitantly, Jungkook couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment.

You were obviously a trusted member of his team, and he had entrusted you with the task of finding suitable candidates for the internship program last year. Jungkook had assumed that you had thoroughly vetted each applicant and chosen only the best.

He knew that mistakes happened, but he also knew that as the COO, he had to hold his team accountable for their actions.

Jungkook let out a deep sigh, his expression a mix of disappointment and frustration as he shook his head. "You're fired" he said firmly to the intern standing before him.

The young boy opened his mouth as if to say something but thought better of it and instead bowed respectfully before turning to leave. Before he could make his exit, however, Jungkook called out to him again. "And please, tell Mrs. L/n that I need to see her in my office," he added, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with the intern. "Right now."

-

"You fired him? He was the best one we had!” You argue, crossing your arms and stomping your feet in frustration. “Well, he messed up big time, and we can't have incompetent people working here,” Jungkook argues back, sipping on his coffee as he gives you a stern look.

After a moment of silence, Jungkook continues. "Anyway, the reason I wanted to talk to you wasn't that. I can handle firing people myself."

Jungkook sits up now, finger brushing over his lip "Theres a new case we're working on. I think there's a lot of potential for growth, but we need to make sure we have the right team in place. I'd like to hear your thoughts on who we should bring on board and how we can win this case without any problems."

You take a deep breath, letting go of your frustration about the fired employee.

“What case is it? Mr. Lee's?” You ask as you sit down in front of his desk when he motions for you to do so.

“No, it’s a new one. It’s not as big as the previous one, but it's very tricky. You and Namjoon will be working on it, with me overlooking everything you do. This will be your first big case, Y/n,” he addresses you by your first name for the first time that morning. “I need you to do good."

Turns out the case in question is a complex one that involves a lot of investigative work. You will have to sift through mountains of evidence, interview witnesses, and piece together a compelling case for your client. This is your chance to prove your worth and show that you have what it takes to succeed in the competitive world of law, and most importantly be more than just Jeon Jungkooks Secretary—his hot Secretary.

"Of course," you nod, smiling at Jungkook. You gather your belongings and stand up to leave, eager to start with the case.

As you make your way out of the office, you can't help but think about the opportunity this case presents to work closely with Namjoon.

“What's got you smiling like that?” Jimin asks as he sits down beside you at lunchtime. Taking a deep breath, feeling a bit giddy as you reply, “Just nothing.” But Jimin is persistent. “Spit it out,” he bugs you, and you can't resist his playful teasing.

“Fine,” you smile, your excitement growing. “Guess who will be working with the brilliant and talented Kim Namjoon on the new case?” You pause for dramatic effect, savoring Jimin's inquisitive gaze.

"Me!" You continue, “I was just told this morning that I'll be joining the team working on the high-profile case involving the disappearance of famous actress Min Doyeon. The case has been all over the news and everyone's talking about it. It's a huge opportunity for me to work with Kim Namjoon.”

Jimin nods, impressed. “Wow, that's... amazing news, Congratulations, you deserve it.” he chuckles. "Look at you, finally getting laid"

As you take a bite of your salad, you suddenly hear Jimin's words and your eyes widen in shock. You quickly cover his mouth, hoping that nobody heard him. "Are you crazy?" you whisper, "Don't say that out loud! You know how nosy some of the people in this office can be. The last thing I need is for Namjoon to find out about it!"

You look around the room, feeling paranoid. You remember the last time some gossip spread around the office, and how it ended up with 3 people quitting. It was a nightmare, and you don't want to go through that again. You take a deep breath and try to calm down, thinking of a way to prevent any further leaks.

"Let's talk about this later, in private," you say to Jimin, "I have a few ideas on how i can win Namjoon over." You take another bite of your salad, trying to act casual, "remember that skirt i bought? Will definetly be wearing that" you smirk.

-

"Ms. L/n" As soon as you entered the office, Namjoon flashed you a warm smile. He couldn't help but notice how cute you looked in your tight-fitted outfit.

"Mr. Kim" You greeted him politely and walked over to his desk, placing the papers you had prepared for the case. "These are some of the drafts I have for the case. I tried to cover all the angles, but if you need anything more, just let me know," you said with a smile and a nervous bite of your lip.

Namjoon noticed your dedication and attention to detail, picking up the papers and began to review them carefully, making sure to give each page the due consideration it deserved.

Meanwhile, you made yourself comfortable on the chair in front of his desk, crossing your legs and playing with the hem of your blouse.

As he read through the drafts, he noticed that there were a few areas where he felt more information could be added. He jotted down a couple of notes and looked up at you. "This is great work, Mrs. L/n," he said. "I think we're on the right track. But I do have a few suggestions for some additional content that could help... strengthen our case. Would you mind taking a look at them and incorporating them into your drafts?"

You nodded eagerly, walking over to him with quick steps as you leaned over his shoulder. As you listened to Namjoons suggestions, you couldn't help but feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. This was work, but your mind was somewhere else.

“You look awfully happy,” Jungkook noticed as he opened his car door for you.

The two of you had worked late today, and he had kindly offered to drive you home. You had been having to rely on public transportation to get around, so his gesture was greatly appreciated.

“Well, you could say I had an accomplishing day at work with Mr. Kim,” you replied, smiling and biting your lip.

As you settle into the passenger seat, Jungkook raises a brow, and you can tell he is curious. “Why's that? Is the case coming along?” he asks, and you nod, explaining that the investigation is making progress. You notice a small smile on his lips as he listens to you speak.

“And the other reason?” he prods, clearly interested in the other motive behind your happiness. You can't help but giggle as you recall day with Namjoon. “I got to know Namjoon a bit better,” you confess, feeling your cheeks flush. “He's so cute, isn't he?” You close your eyes, savoring the memory of your conversation with him, and feel a sense of excitement as you think about seeing him again tomorrow.

As Jungkook pokes his cheek, you can't help but notice the concern on his face. "He's also like 7 years older than you Y/n," he says, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he keeps his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

You let out a playful groan as you respond to his statement, "Boo-hoo, Oh come on, don't be such a party pooper. What's wrong with a little age difference?" There's a hint of mischief in your voice as you tease him.

You can't help but appreciate his protective nature, even if it does mean he's a little overbearing at times.

"I'm not, but he could be your dad Y/n," he said. You couldn't help but roll your eyes and hit him on the chest, saying "Kook, that's an exaggeration." But the comment lingered in your mind.

“You're friends with him right?” You hesitate a moment before asking. Sensing your hesitation, Jungkook nods reassuringly “yeah, not close, but we work together a lot” Jungkook answers.

You ponder for a moment and decide to give it a shot. You just shrug “you couldn't… you know… help me out a little? Maybe put in a good word for me or something?” You give him puppy eyes.

A small silence ensues and you start to worry that you are asking too much. But Jungkook sighs and says, “I'll see what I can do. But you should be careful, men like him are not the kind to commit to relationships”

And that's how it all began.

You had an undeniable crush on Namjoon, the kind of attraction that made your heart skip a beat every time he walked into a room. You dreamed about going on a date with him, about what it would be like to hold his hand and look into his eyes.

Jungkook could help you out. He was always good at reading people, at knowing what they wanted and how to make it happen. Maybe he could play matchmaker and set you up with Namjoon. It was a long shot, but it was worth a try.

After all, Namjoon was a great guy and deserved to find love just as much as you. So you and Jungkook—aka just you— brainstormed ideas.

You knew that it wouldn't be easy, that there were no guarantees, but you were determined to try. After all, what did you have to lose? Maybe your dignity, but that was a problem future y/n would have to handle.

-

As you walk into the office the next day, Jimin greets you with a compliment. "You look good," he says with a smile.

"Thank you" you say offering him a cup of coffee, which he accepts graciously. As he takes a sip, he notices a change in your demeanor. "Wow, what's gotten into you? You seem so...happy," he observes. It's true - you are feeling particularly optimistic and upbeat today. "I'm always happy," you argue, but you know that there's something different about today. Perhaps it's because you finally got a good night's sleep, or because you're excited about seeing Namjoon today.

"No, no," Jimin argues, "you can't just leave me hanging like that. Spill the tea!"

You grin mischievously, leaning in close so no one can overhear. "Well, I've asked for Jungkook's help to win over Namjoon," you whisper conspiratorially. Jimin's eyes widen in surprise before he breaks into a grin. "Oh, I see what you're doing. You're gonna have a boyfriend soon, huh?" he teases, nudging your arm playfully.

You laugh and nod, feeling a wave of excitement at the possibility. "Yeah, I hope so. It's been a while since I've been in a relationship, and I think Namjoon might be the one."

“Careful there he comes!” Jimin warns before getting back to work. You quickly turn to see Namjoon approaching with a smile. You return it, feeling a flutter in your stomach.

He stops next to you and addresses you.

“Ms. L/n, mind accompanying me for breakfast today to talk over the case?” he asks, his voice calm and collected. And deep, very deep.

You nod eagerly, unable to contain your excitement. The opportunity to eat breakfast with Namjoon, the hottest partner at the firm, is a dream come true.

You gather your things and follow Namjoon out of the building.

“… all in all I think you're doing an amazing job at assisting me with this case, miss L/n” Namjoon smiles, his dimples showing. You feel a warmth in your heart and can't help but grin. It's always nice to receive compliments, especially from someone you like.

“Oh please just call me Y/n” you giggle, feeling more comfortable around Namjoon. You have been working together for a few days now and it's great to see that your teamwork is paying off.

“And yeah of course, that's what I'm here for” you smile, taking a bite of your food.

“Soo.. you're friends with Jeon, right? How come?” Namjoon initiates small tall and you grin. “Well our parents are friends, and you know how he rest of the story goes” you shrug, tabbing your phone to look at the time.

“Do you take this bus often? I'm still getting used to the schedule.” You panic, not wanting tk be late for work.

“Don't be silly, let's take my car, I'm heading back too,” Namjoon offers with a warm smile. You feel relieved by his offer and thank him for his kindness.

As you both walk towards the parking lot, you can't help but notice the beautiful weather and cherry blossom trees. The sun is shining bright and the city is alive. Namjoon opens the door for you and you get into the car.

You both enjoy the music and the silence that follows. The car ride is smooth and Namjoon drives safely. You admire the view outside the window and the city buildings that stand in the distance.

You arrive at the office building, slightly behind schedule, but you feel a sense of satisfaction deep within you.

"You're late," Jimin says playfully, his lips curling up in a smirk. "Was it worth it?" he asks before you can even explain. You feel yourself unwind as you respond, "Yes, it was worth every second." You then walk towards Jungkook's office.

As soon as you walk in, Jungkook shoots you a questioning look. "Reason you're late, L/n" he asks without even looking up from his work. You take a deep breath and explain, "I was having breakfast with Mr. Kim to discuss the case. He wanted to go over some important details and I didn't want to miss anything."

Jungkook grunts in response and goes back to typing on his computer. You can't help but feel a little annoyed. You had woken up extra early to make sure you wouldn't be late, but here Jungkook was, acting like you had no regard for your job.

"Actually," you add, "Mr. Kim had some really interesting insights about the case. He thinks we should focus more on the timeline of events leading up to the incident." Jungkook finally looks up at you, intrigued—that damn tongue of his poking his cheek "Go on," he says.

You smile, happy to have gained his attention. "Well, he explained that if we can establish a clear timeline, we might be able to narrow down our list of suspects. We could also look for any inconsistencies in the timeline that could help us identify the..." you struggle to find the word.

"Culprit?" Jungkook asks, you nod.

Jungkook nods thoughtfully. "That's a good idea," he says. "Thanks for letting me know."

“Of course”, you breathe out, relieved.

"Youre doing a good job Y/n"

You have been working hard on this and the fact that Jungkook, your boss, is pleased with your work means a lot to you. You can tell that he is taking your contributions seriously, as he addressed you informally, indicating that hes for real.

“You're dismissed,” he says, and you quickly gather your things, ready to leave. But before you can walk out the door, he stops you. “I left some documents I need you to look over for me on your desk,” he says, his tone serious. “Please make sure to hand those to me by tonight.” You just nod.

-

You sat comfortably on Jungkook's couch, sipping on your wine as you looked at him with a smile. "So technically if I were to date Joon," you began, "we would be the cutest couple, period."

The two of you were spending your free Saturday night at his place, which was a rare occurrence. But, for some reason, he had invited you over, and you were glad for the company. You and Jungkook had been friends for a while, and you always enjoyed spending time with him. But since the two of you started working, free time was almost non-existent.

The room was quiet for a few moments before Jungkook spoke up. "You know, its weird to hear you call him that? Are you guys past the getting to know each other phase?"

You notice Jungkook's sour expression as he takes a sip of his whiskey, his legs spread wide apart and his eyes avoiding yours.

You take a deep breath before speaking up again. "So, Joon and I went out for dinner the other day because of the case, but it felt like more than that, i dont know..?" you ask, giggling slightly as you realize that you're a little tipsy.

You recall the way he looked at you, the way he laughed at your jokes, and the way he brushed his hand against yours. It was all so new and exciting, yet at the same time, you couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it than just a dinner between coworkers.

“For the love of God, will you stop calling him Joon? He's not your boyfriend y/n you're being delusional,” he snarls out, the nice mood shifting into something else.

You take a deep breath and try to remain calm. You understand that he's just trying to protect you, but sometimes he takes it too far. You look at him and say, "excuse me? but I'm capable of making my own decisions about who I call by their name. And for the record, I know that he's not my boyfriend."

Jungkook's expression softens as he realizes how his words must have hurt you. "I'm sorry, y/n. I just don't want to see you get hurt," he says, reaching out to touch your arm.

You pull away slightly, still feeling hurt. "But I'm not a child. I can handle myself."

Jungkook nods, understanding. "I know you can. I just- i dont know."

"I know you do. But that was not nice. I'm not going to do anything stupid." You argue, slightly shifting in your seat.

“I think I'm gonna leave now,” you whisper, standing up. As you look down at Jungkook, you can see the sadness in his eyes.

“Jungkook, I know you're sorry. But this isn't just about you. It's about me and my relationships.” You pause and give him a small smile, hoping to soften the blow. “I need space right now... Maybe we can talk later.” With that, you turn and leave, the weight of the conversation heavy on your shoulders.

“Ba- y/n” Jungkook stops you “Hey I'm sorry, that was stupid of me” Jungkook apologizes again. He takes a deep breath and continues, “I just want you to know that I care about you, and I want you to be happy okay?” He places his hand on your shoulder and gives it a gentle rub. You feel the warmth of his touch, and it brings a sense of comfort to you.

Jungkook pauses for a moment, thinking about the right words to say. Finally, he speaks up, “I want to see you happy and fulfilled. Whatever it takes, I'll be there for you. Whether it's through the tough times or the good times, I'll be your support system, your rock, your friend.”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek—you get so emotional when youre drunk, touched by his sincerity and kindness.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” you whisper, “I appreciate it. You're a true friend.” With those words, Jungkook feels a tear form in his eyes. He didn't just want to be your friend.

“It's late now anyway, we have to work tomorrow”, you say, stifling a yawn as you glance at the clock. Jungkook nods in agreement, a small smile on his lips. “Let's head to bed”, he says as he gets up from the couch. "You can sleep here"

-

“So joon, I heard you're all about y/n, lately? Is that true?” Hoseok speaks up from the table.

Despite having just won a case after 2 months of back and forth, the conversation had turned towards more private talk.

All of them sat comfortably in a high end restaurant, having rented the whole floor for privacy. The restaurant's lavish decor boasted of intricately designed chandeliers that cast a warm glow on the room.

“It's true,” Namjoon laughed, taking a sip of his wine. “She's cute isn't she?” He then winked, a mischievous glint in his eye. Jungkook groaned, annoyed by the sudden talk about you, but he couldn't help but feel a little curious about the relationship between Namjoon and you. Did something happen already between you two?

He had never seen his friend so smitten before. Meanwhile, Jin chimed in, asking Namjoon about how long he had been interested in you, and if he had any plans to make a move.

Jungkook sat back in his chair, considering your request to help you out with Namjoon.

He wanted to help you, but it felt so wrong.

Jungkook took a deep breath and leaned forward. "You know, I think you should make a move," he said finally, a small forced smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I've known her for a while now, she's a real keeper. She's smart, funny, and just a joy to be around."

He paused for a moment, thinking. "Of course you don't want to come on too strong and scare her off."

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. "just spend more time with her. Invite her to hang out with you and plan a date that the two of you could go on together"

Namjoon nods in agreement, and the rest of the men sitting at the table follow. "That's a great idea," he says with a mischievous grin. "I'll definitely give it a try."

As they continue their conversation, Jungkook can't help but feel odd, was this really a good idea? You and Namjoon?

"Thanks for giving me the go man," Namjoon spoke as he entered the bathroom after Jungkook.

Jungkook only nods in response "I'm glad I could help," he replies. "I know how much you means to her, and I want to see her happy."

Namjoon chuckles softly. "Yeah, she's amazing," he says, leaning against the sink. "We've been coworkers for so long, but I feel like there's something more there, you know?"

Jungkook nods internally rolling his eyes. "I get it. Sometimes it takes a while to realize your feelings for someone."

-

You walk into the building with a huge smile on your face, after Jungkook had told you that hed talked to Namjoon, you felt as if there could actually happen something between you two.

Greeting Jimin cheerfully. "Good morning, Jimin!" Handing him his coffee with a smile, you make your way to your office, feeling a sense of excitement in the air. Today is the last day of the case, and you can't help but feel a little sad that your time working with Namjoon is coming to an end.

From legal research and writing to trial preparation and client communication, you're grateful for the opportunity to work with Kim Namjoon.

As you settle into your office, you take a deep breath and allow yourself a well-deserved moment of reflection. The past two weeks have been a whirlwind of activity, with long hours and hard work, but also with a growing sense of closeness with Joon.

You look down at the papers spread out before you, the culmination of all your hard work and preparation leading up to the trial. Each page is filled with crucial details, evidence, and arguments that Namjoon will need to present with clarity and precision.

You are about to stand up and make your way to Namjoon's office to discuss strategy when he suddenly appears at the door, striding in with his characteristic energy and enthusiasm.

“Oh!” you exclaim, feeling the warmth of your cheeks as you watch Namjoon. “I was just about to come see you, Mr. Kim.” You giggle, feeling your nerves dissipate as you approach him with the papers in hand.

“Is that so?” Namjoon replies, his eyes glinting as he locks the door behind him. You feel a flutter in your stomach as he smirks at you, his gaze lingering a moment longer than necessary.

“Yes! I have all the finishing drafts right here,” you say, trying to focus on the task at hand. “The trial should be a piece of cake.” You hand him the papers, trying to ignore the way his hand brushes against yours as he takes them. “Thank you,” he says, his eyes flicking up to meet yours briefly. “I'll take a look...”

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and... anticipation?

“Um, well that's it, I should go check on Mr. Jeon, in case he needs me for anything-” you said, feeling a bit flustered as you tried to leave. But Namjoon stopped you with a hand on your hip, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Why the hurry?” he asked, his smirk growing as he caged you against the wall, his leg positioned between yours. You felt your heart race as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

Suddenly, you found it hard to remember what you were going to say next. Your thoughts were muddled as Namjoon's intense gaze locked onto yours. “Mr. Kim-” you started to say, but he cut you off with a low chuckle. “Namjoon,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You can call me Namjoon.”

As you looked up at him, you couldn't help but feel a jolt of electricity shoot through you. This man was dangerous, but you couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him.

You wondered what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his lips on yours. But before you could even consider it, he was already doing just that.

As Nmajoon pulls away, you notice his eyes trailing down your body. "You're a beautiful woman, y/n," he says, "I've always admired you from afar." he winks at you, and his hand squeezes your hip. "I was glad when Jeon put us two together for the case," he continues with a grin. "Don't you feel the same?"

You stare at him for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You can feel your heart racing as you try to come up with something to say. Finally, you manage to nod your head and say, "Yeah," biting your lip nervously.

His hand found your lip and he played with it, tracing the outline of your mouth with his finger. “It's such a shame that you're just Jeon's assistant,” Namjoon said, looking deep into your eyes. “You have so much more to offer.” You smiled, enjoying the feeling of his touch. “I'm happy with my position as his secretary,” you replied, leaning into him.

“Namjoon, maybe we shouldn't do this here. We're at work,” you said, biting your lip nervously.

“No one will find out. You just have to be quiet,” he whispered, his breath hot on your neck. As the two of you continued to flirt, you couldn't help but wonder if this was a mistake. Would you regret it later?

-

“Oh, oh!” You moan as Namjoon thrusts into you, his gaze fixed on where your bodies meet.

You feel a rush of pleasure as you realize how deeply he's penetrating you. He leans forward, kissing your neck as he continues to move inside you—You can feel his muscles tensing as he picks up speed, his fingers digging into your skin.

You arch your back, meeting his thrusts with your own. It's been so long since you've felt this good, and you can't help but gasp with pleasure. Namjoon grins down at you, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. "You're amazing," he murmurs, and you feel a surge of pride. You're not a virgin, but you haven't been with anyone who's made you feel this good in a long time.

Namjoon smirks with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his hands playing with your nipples. "You know," he says, "one day we'll have all the time we need and I'll fuck all of your holes until you scream my name." His words send shivers down your spine, but you can't help feeling excited at the thought of being completely consumed by him. "But for now," he continues, "we have to be careful. We don't want anyone finding out about us." With that, he leans down to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as if he's trying to memorize every taste and sensation. You feel your body responding to his touch, your desire growing with every passing second.

As Namjoon finishes, you can't help but feel a little disappointed that the moment had to end so soon. But as he extends his hand to help you up, you feel reassured by the warmth in his touch.

You follow him out of the office soon after, trying to keep your head down and avoid drawing attention to yourself. You're not entirely sure what would happen if anyone found out about the two of you, but you know it wouldn't be good.

As you walk through the halls, you can't help but feel a little nervous. What if they knew what just happened behind those closed doors?

-

"You what?" Jimin almost yelled out. His eyes widened in shock. "In your office? Damn y/n, I didn't know you were freaky like that," he chuckled, shaking his head.

You felt a little embarrassed, but you explained that it wasn't like that. "I'm not "freaky"," you argued. "But I don't know, it just happened." You shrugged, trying to deflect from the topic. You didn't want to give too many details about what had happened, but you knew that Jimin wouldn't let it go easily.

"It felt right," you said, trying to justify your actions. "I don't regret it, but I don't want to make things awkward in the office either."

Jimin nodded, understanding your concerns. "It's just human nature," he said with a smile. "Sometimes things happen—sex is hot— and we can't stop it from happening at weird situations. Just be careful, y/n. You don't want to get into trouble at work." He winks "I don't think Mr. Jeon would appreciate knowing that his secretary is a slut" he laughs.

You chuckled and playfully hit his chest, "I'm not a slut." Your expression softened and your eyes almost formed a heart shape as you admitted, "I just have a crush on Kim Namjoon."

Jimin's eyebrows raised as he spoke after swallowing his food, "Speaking of Mr. Kim, he's right there." He nodded towards the direction of where Kim Namjoon was. You couldn't help but let out a contented sigh and flash a grin, "Yeah, he is.”

“Well? What are you waiting for? Go talk to him” he hurries you. Your heart flutters as you feel the familiar warmth of a blush creeping up your neck. You hesitate for a moment, taking in the scene around you. You glance over at Jimin, who is giving you an encouraging grin and a playful nudge towards the guy.

You take a deep breath and start walking towards him, trying to gather your courage. Your mind is racing with thoughts of what to say, how to act, and whether you look good enough.

Fixing your hair, you follow Namjoon to the elevator. As you reach him, you are surprised to see Mr. Jung from the research department standing next to Namjoon.

You keep quiet for a moment, hiding behind one of the plants in the corridor, not wanting to interrupt their conversation when you suddenly hear Namjoon's voice loud and clear. “She was tight, man, never knew Ms. L/n was such a whore, I mean, all it took was for me to say some sweet nothing and she was practically undressing”, both men laugh.

It's like the whole world stops for a second as you take in his words. Whore? You? A small tear formed in your eye as you back away, shaking your head. Finally turning to leave, trying to put as much distance between yourself and the hurtful words as possible, you hear Mr. Jung's voice behind you. "Don't you see the way some of the women here practically undress Mr. Jeon?" he says. "I wouldn't be surprised if Y/n was the same."

You can feel your anger rising as you hear those words. How dare he make such assumptions about you? You want to turn around and confront him, to tell him that he has no right to talk about you like that. But you know that it won't do any good. Instead, you keep walking, trying to push the hurt and anger aside and focus on moving forward.

As you make your way through the crowded hallway, you try to keep up a facade of composure, brushing past people with as much confidence as possible. However, as soon as you step into Mr. Jeon's office, all the walls you've built up come crashing down. You break down in front of him, crying your eyes out, feeling helpless and vulnerable.

He greets you with a gentle smile and a hug, his comforting embrace providing some much-needed solace in your moment of distress. As he strokes your hair, he asks "what's wrong", his voice soft and soothing.

Despite your reluctance to open up, you find yourself pouring out your heart, telling him about what happened with Kim Namjoon, the man who just broke your heart.

You feel frustrated and embarrassed for falling for someone as egoistic and horrible as him.

“You were right,” you cry out in relief, locking eyes with Jungkook. “I'm so sorry,” you apologize, burying your face back in his neck and relaxing in his touch. You couldn't believe how much you had bottled up these emotions. "I shouldve known."

“I knew he was a dick, but I didn't think,” Jungkook shakes his head as he pulls you closer. “I didn't think he'd ever treat you of all people like that.” You feel a sense of comfort from his words, knowing that he's there for you. You think back to the moment you first met Jungkook and how he made a promise to always protect you. He didn't lie.

You feel a sense of gratitude for Jungkook, knowing that he's gonna be there for you. You look up at him and smile, feeling a sense of peace in your heart. "You're the best"

-

The next few days seem to pass by in a blur and while Jungkook is clearly upset about Namjoon's actions, he knows that firing him would also mean that you would have to be let go as well.

Jungkook can feel the weight of responsibility on his shoulders as he contemplates the best course of action.

As he leans back in his seat, he can't help but let out a frustrated curse. Thoughts race through his mind as he tries to come up with a solution that would be fair to everyone involved.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Kim. Thank you for coming to my office today,” Jeon greets him with scowl.

Namjoon takes a seat in front of Jungkooks desk, noticing that the atmosphere seems tense.

After a moment, Jungkook clears his throat and begins, “As you know, I've been closely monitoring the performance of each team member, and I must say, I'm a little concerned about your productivity. Your recent work has been inconsistent, and I'm afraid it's affecting the team's overall morale and progress.”

Namjoon listens attentively, feeling a knot form in his stomach. "I understand, sir," he responds, trying to sound confident. "I've been trying my best to meet the deadlines, but I admit there have been some setbacks-."

"Setbacks? Youve placed all the work you had to do onto Y/ns- Ms. L/ns back. Youre perfectly capable of handling a case Namjoon, youve done so a million times."

Namjoon nods, closing his eyes in frustration.

"Ms. L/n is my secretary and is one of the most important employees I have. She has been with me for several months now and has an intimate understanding of how I work. I decided to assign her to work with you on this case so that she could share her expertise with you and help you manage your workload, which I know has been quite heavy lately." Jungkook pokes his cheek in anger. "She is a valuable member of my team and I trust her completely."

Jungkook's expression grows more serious. "However, I have heard some troubling reports about your behavior towards Ms. L/n with another colleague, Mr. Jung. It has been brought to my attention that you have been bad-mouthing her behind her back. This kind of behavior is unacceptable in our workplace and will not be tolerated. I urge you to back your things immediately." Jungkook stands up from behind his desk. "You're fired"

-

As you sit on the counter of Jungkook's kitchen, sipping your beverage, your eyes widen "You fired him?" you ask incredulously, almost choking on your drink.

Jungkook simply shrugs, his hair messy and dressed in just boxer shorts and a plain white shirt on his day off with you. "I had to. He broke the rules," he explains.

You can't help but feel a bit nervous at Jungkook's words. After all, you are no stranger to having broken the rules yourself. You bite your lip.

Sensing your unease, Jungkook chuckles, giving you a reassuring wink. "Not that I know of," he says with a grin.

“How did the case turn out anyway? Did we win?” You ask, trying to divert the conversation from the heavy topic. Jungkook shakes his head, then takes a deep breath before answering. “Well, it was a tough fight, but in the end, justice was served and you won,” he says. You feel a sense of relief wash over you, glad that your hard work paid off.

Jungkook smiles at you, then continues, “You know, you were really the driving force behind this case. You gathered all the information and laid out the strategy, leaving Mr. Min with little to do but present it in court.” You feel a sense of pride in your work and in yourself. It's not often that you get acknowledged for your contributions, but when you do, it feels great.

“That's fantastic news! I'm absolutely thrilled,” you exclaim, clapping your hands together in excitement. With an instinctive urge to share it, you rise to your feet and wrap Jungkook in a warm embrace. He returns the hug, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace, and whispers, “I'm so proud of you.”

As your excitement begins to subside, Jungkook breathes out "Maybe its time for me to start looking for a new secretary." immediately you feel a sense of disappointment and inquire, “Why is that?”

Jungkook, with a grin on his face, points directly at you and declares, “Because you, my lo- friend, are getting promoted to head of research”

"You think i can handle that?" As you lean away from his embrace and place your head on his shoulder, he looks into your eyes with sincerity and reassures you with his words. "I truly believe that you are capable of achieving anything you set your mind to, Y/n." And as you look back into his eyes, you realize how much he believes in you and how much his support means to you. With him by your side, anything seems possible, and you feel more confident in yourself and your abilities.

You suddenly notice that his eyes linger on yours for a little longer than usual, and it feels like there's a magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

You hesitate, your hand reaching for your bag as you take a few steps away. You glance back at him, his eyes searching yours for something you can't quite decipher. The air between you is thick with unspoken words, but you can feel the depth of his feelings in the way they're looking at you. Finally, you break away, mumbling something about the time and grabbing your bag. As you walk away, you can't help out wonder what could have been, what you might have missed out on by not staying just a little bit longer.

-

“Oh, man. What a complicated love triangle,” Jimin groans, leaning against the copy machine in the copy room.

“Triangle? I don't think Namjoon is even in the picture after the stunt he pulled,” you scoff, retrieving the last few papers.

“It's just so weird. I mean, sure, Jungkook and I used to be close when we were younger, but those feelings faded as we grew up. Now, after yesterday's events…” you trail off, biting your lip in thought.

You try to shake the feeling, but a part of you can't help but wonder if there's still something there. Maybe it's just nostalgia or a temporary lapse in judgment, but the thought lingers in the back of your mind. As you walk to the door, you can't help but wonder what the next few days hold for you two.

As you walked through the halls, you couldn't help but notice the eerie silence. The employees seemed to be whispering to each other, casting furtive glances in your direction. It was clear that they all knew what had happened. Namjoon had been fired the day before, and it was no secret that you were the reason for his dismissal. You could feel the weight of their disapproval bearing down on you as you passed by, and it made you feel uneasy. You couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for the tension to dissipate and for things to return to normal.

As soon as you reached Jungkook's office, you knocked twice before entering. You took a quick glance around, making sure that no one was looking before slipping in and hiding behind the door. Jungkook, who was already sitting at his desk, looked up and greeted you with a stern expression. "You're two minutes late," he spoke up, crossing his arms and waiting for you to hand him the documents.

You felt your heart race as you fumbled with the papers, trying to organize them as quickly as possible. "Sorry, I..." you tried to explain, but Jungkook interrupted you. "I have no time for excuses," he said bluntly. "Where are those papers now?"

You took a deep breath and handed him the documents, hoping that everything was in order. As he scanned through the pages, you couldn't help but feel nervous. The silence in the room was deafening, and you struggled to think of something to say to break the tension. Finally, Jungkook looked up at you and let out a small sigh. "Okay," he said, handing the papers back to you.

Okay? That's it? Okay??

"Just make sure that you're on time next time."

“I'll leave now then,” you whispered, bowing, turning to leave when his voice stopped you. “Y/n,” his voice low and hesitant. You turned back to face him, looking into his eyes as he spoke. “Yes?” you asked, curious as to what he was about to say. “About what happened yesterday,” he started, his words slow and measured. You nodded. “Forget about it,” he finished, his voice quiet and subdued.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as you walked away from him. You had been hoping he would say something more, something that would give you a sense of closure. But instead, he had simply told you to forget about what had happened. You couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what he was feeling. Did he regret what had happened between you? Did he wish he could take it all back? Or was he simply trying to avoid any further awkwardness between you?

As you walked away, your mind was filled with questions and doubts. You couldn't help but feel that there was more to the situation than what he had let on. But for now, you would have to put those thoughts aside and try to move on.

-

Moving on for you meant Wine and ice cream with some kdrama playing in the background as you soaked in your bathtub. You would spend hours thinking about the past and what could have been. Sometimes, you would even imagine how things would be different if you had made a move on Jungkook all those years ago. You couldn't help but wonder if you were meant to be together.

As you sipped your wine and savored your ice cream, you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed to talk to him again. You felt like you were stuck in a rut, and that reconnecting with Jungkook would be the only way to move on from your past and start living in the present again. A present that involved you and him together.

As you sit in front of your laptop, engrossed in the drama playing on the screen, you whisper "kiss! kiss!" along with the characters. The storyline has you completely invested, so much so that you almost don't even notice the sound of the doorbell ringing. With bated breath, you wait for the kiss that will confirm the love story's happy ending. The tension in the scene is palpable, and you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for the moment when the characters will finally give in to their feelings. In the background, the music swells, adding to the emotion of the moment. Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell snaps you out of your reverie.

Wondering who could be at the door, you pause the show and make your way to answer it after putting on some clothes.

You open the door, a man stands before you, looking somewhat uncertain. He takes a glance at the name on the mailbox before addressing you. "Hello, miss L/n?" he inquires, his tone slightly tentative. You respond with a nod.

You notice a mailman holding a bunch of flowers. He waits patiently for you to come and take them. As you approach him, you can't help but feel a sense of curiosity and excitement. Who could have sent you these lovely flowers? Whatever the reason, you eagerly accept the flowers and thank the mailman before he walks away. Holding the bouquet in your hands, you take a moment to appreciate their beauty and fragrance. Your favourite. You can't wait to find out who sent them and what their message might be.

Opening the note that was included, you notice that it's Namjoons handwriting.

“What the-”

I want to start by saying that I'm truly sorry for my actions. I understand that I made a serious mistake in the way I treated you and other women in the past. It wasn't right, and I'm deeply sorry for any pain or hurt that I caused you. It took me some time to realize the gravity of my actions, but I now understand how hurtful and unacceptable they were.

I know that earning your forgiveness won't be easy and that these flowers won't change the past, but I want to show you that I am a changed man.

Please know that I am deeply sorry for any pain or suffering that I have caused you, and thank you for taking the time to read this and for considering my forgiveness.

- Joon

You drop the note onto the floor, feeling the cool air of the room against your skin as your legs fold underneath you. As you read the words on the paper, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. The note is a sign that Namjoon has changed, that he is not the same person he was before. People can change, and Namjoon has learned from his mistakes.

You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. You feel a sense of peace, knowing that you can forgive Namjoon for what he did. But you also know that you won't forget. The memory of what happened will always be with you, a reminder of the pain that you went through. You make a mental note to keep his number blocked, to ensure that you don't fall back into old patterns.

As you sit there on the floor, you think about how your life is—and has been full of ups and downs. There were moments of pain and sorrow, but there were also moments of joy and happiness.

You realize that some of the happiest moments have been shared with Jungkook. Memories of laughter and joy flood your mind, and you can't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort. It's strange to think that after all these years, your feelings for Jungkook have remained unchanged. Despite your attempts to suppress these emotions, they still linger within you, and you find yourself longing for the connection you once had. Perhaps it's time to be honest with him and see where it leads. After all, life is too short to let love go unexplored.

One thing was clear, you couldn't forget about it; the almost kiss.

-

Jungkook returned to his old habit of drinking heavily again. The loud music emanating from his apartment is a clear indication of his state of mind. Fortunately for him, his closest neighbors are not within earshot.

"Fuck love," he mutters under his breath, frustration etched all over his face. He grabs another bottle of beer and chugs it down, his hand pressed against his head as if to alleviate a pounding headache. After a few moments of silence, he suddenly tosses the empty bottle to the ground with great force, almost shattering it. "Fuck this whole thing!" he screams, throwing his head back in despair. It's hard to tell who he's directing his angry tirade towards, but it's clear that he needs an outlet to express his pent-up emotions.

Usually when Jungkook felt like this, he would turn to boxing to release his emotions. However, today he was not in the right state of mind to encounter people, so he decided to stay home instead.

With a heavy heart, he groaned to himself, "Everything sucks." Looking at the time on his phone and saw that it was already 1 am. He knew he should be asleep, resting for work the next day, but he found himself unable to think about anything else but the fact that he had lost you. Memories of you flooded his mind as he tried to come to terms with the fact that you didnt reciprocate his feelings. He couldn't help but wonder where he went wrong and what he could have done differently. Why you didnt chose him over Namjoon.

The sad music playing in his apartment only made him feel more lonely and isolated. He decided to distract himself by turning on the TV, but even the noise from the screen and speakers couldn't fill the void he felt inside.

“Not now, bam,” he speaks softly to his furry four-legged friend who tries to cuddle him, laying down on his dad and licking his face. Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes as he waits, feeling the warmth of his dog's body next to him. He doesn't know for what he's waiting, but he knows that he doesn't want to be here, in this moment, yearning for love that doenst belong to him.

Memories of the times you spent together start to flood his mind, from the day he met you at 15 to the day he hired you as his secretary. As he reminisces, he realizes how much you have been there for him, through thick and thin.

With a smile on his face, he falls asleep, comforted by the presence of his dog by his side.

The never-ending sound of his phone ringing interrupts his attempt at getting some much-needed rest. Groaning, Jungkook fumbled around on the couch, trying to find his phone in the mess of blankets and beer bottles. Finally, he managed to grab it, his hand firm as he brought it to his ear.

"Hello?" he mumbled groggily, his voice rough and hoarse from all the drinking.

"Mr. Jeon, are you okay? It's already 10," a voice on the other end of the line asked, sounding worried. It was you.

Jungkook sighed, rubbing his temples as he struggled to understand anything. "Oh, hey. Yeah, I'm fine. Just... not feeling my best right now," he admitted sheepishly, feeling embarrassed about his drunken antics from the night before.

"You're sick?" you ask with concern, your heart racing as you grab your purse and rush out of the office building. "Don't worry, just stay there. I'll be at your place in a second," you say, hanging up the phone and running after a taxi.

Your mind races with worry as you think of Jungkook, who never gets sick. You remember the time he took care of you when you were bedridden with the flu, and you can't imagine him being in the same position.

As you ride in the taxi, you recall the remedies that helped you when you were sick, and you make a mental note to bring them to Jungkook's place. You also think of some soup recipes that might help him feel better.

"What do you mean? I'm not sick," Jungkook argued over the phone, his tone laced with frustration but you had already hung up, leaving him bewildered and alone with his thoughts.

He stared at his phone for a few moments before setting it down on his coffee table and walking over to the window. Outside, the sun was rising and the sky was a beautiful shade of pink and orange. Jungkook took a deep breath and leaned against the windowsill, wondering what he could do to make things right between the two of you. He knew he had been distant lately, but he didn't know how to explain it to you. As he watched the sun appear on the horizon, he made a promise to himself to make things right and be there for you, no matter what.

As you walked into Jungkook's apartment with your spare keys, you couldn't help but notice that he was only in his boxershorts. You quickly averted your eyes and tried to appear nonchalant. You were there to check up on him, to see if he was okay, not thirst over the way his body was oh so perfectly built-

"You look...fine?" you said, stopping a few feet in front of him. Although he seemed to be walking normally, you couldn't help but wonder if he was experiencing any discomfort.

"Why do you look okay, you sounded sick when we talked over the phone-" you started to say, but he interrupted you. "I'm hungover, nothing more," he said, heading to the kitchen for some much-needed water.

You felt a little relieved that he wasn't actually sick, but you couldn't help but worry about his drinking habits. Perhaps it was time for a serious conversation with Jungkook about his health and well-being.

“You shouldn't-” you start but Jungkook interrupts you. “I know, I know,” he says, shaking his head. “But sometimes, it's hard not to do something you know you shouldn't.” He takes a deep breath and sits back down, gulping down the glass of water. "Why do you care anyway"

You watch him for a moment before speaking. “Jungkook,” you say, “why would you think that I don't care about you?”

He scoffs. “A lot of things make me think that, y/n,” he responds. “Sometimes it feels like you're always assuming im fine, 'Jungkooks grown up he can deal with it' or 'youre a CEO you should know how to deal with that', like you don't trust me or believe in me. And when I mess up, it feels like you're just waiting to say 'just fix it'.”

You're taken aback by his words. It's true that you've been frustrated with Jungkook's behavior lately, but you never meant to make him feel like you didn't care about him. “Jungkook, I'm sorry if I've given you that impression,” you say. “I do care about you, and I want to support you. I said those things jokingly, i never thought youd actually think id mean that...”

Jungkook looks down at his hands, and you can see the sadness in his eyes. “I know, y/n,” he says softly. “I'm trying to-, I know you dont mean those things, but it's not easy sometimes at work-.” he leans back against his seat "to differentiate jokes with reality"

You reach out and take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, touching him for the first time in days when you're used to hugging so much. "I'm sorry"

“I care about you,” you say.

“But you don't make it easy for me not to fall in love. I'm here for you, and I'll always be here for you.” You reassure, "but I don't want to get hurt again"

He looks up at you and gives you a small smile. “I'd never hurt you"

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, the weight of your conversation hanging in the air. But somehow, it feels like a weight has been lifted as well. Maybe things won't be easy, but at least you're in it together.

"I know" you whisper

Jungkook played with his lip piercing for a second before finally locking eyes with you, his expression unreadable. You couldn't help but smile, edging closer until your noses were touching, your lips almost meeting. You could feel the heat emanating from his body as he leaned in, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've been thinking about this for a while," you whispered, "and I want to fall in love with you." You could feel his breath quickening against your lips. "Will you let me?"

There was a moment of silence as you waited for his response, and then... Jungkook kissed you, his lips moving against yours with such intensity that it felt like an electric shock. You could feel your heart racing as he pulled away, a small smile playing at his lips. "I want you to fall," he whispered, nudging your nose with his.

"I'll catch you every time."

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Black Pearl Pt. 1

Pairing: Namjoon × reader ft. Ot7

Rating: Adult, Explicit

Genre:NonIdolAu,BodyguardAu,Angst,Smut,Fluff

Word Count:1.3k

Summary: You're with your friends drinking when suddenly your entire life is flipped around. You find yourself trapped in a house with 7 men you don't know and their Alpha gets on your nerves a little too much. What do you do when you realize that you like their leader and you're not supposed to? Can you resist giving in and sticking to your belief of no relationships or do you give in to the temptation?

Warnings ⚠️: Alcohol, Slight cursing, Gunshots

Author's Note: I decided to write this series inspired by Namjoon in a black turtleneck ( yes I'm weak and I know y'all are too). It's my first time writing a series so please do let me know your thoughts and engage with the post.

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Chapter One

“That was disgusting” you comment, wiping your lips of the trace of the clear white liquid you had just consumed. Laughing at your reaction, Minju picked up another glass and handed it to you. “On the count of three,” she mouthed before bringing a glass to her lips and downing the clear burning liquid.

Bringing the glass to your lips, you plugged your nose with your other hand and gulped the liquid in one go, the burn surfacing on your tongue as you furrowed your brows in disgust. “Another one?” Minju questioned and you nodded. Despite the horrible taste and the unpleasant burn, you hoped the vodka would wash away all your problems.

A couple of shots later

“Yo who is that handsome hunk staring right at you? Another one of your dad’s men?” Minju asked, darting her tongue out against her lips to collect the remains of the vodka she had just downed. You turn around to see a tall man staring right at you from across the dance floor, his gaze fixed on yours. You take a step closer, squinting your eyes a bit, trying to recognize the man but you couldn’t.

“I’ve never seen him,” you say picking up another shot and gulping it. You stumble and grab onto the counter as you turn to pick up another glass. “Woah easy there tiger. I think that’s enough vodka now” Ben says holding your arms and helping you stand properly. You adjust your skirt before turning your attention back to the man. His eyes were still fixed on you, observing everything you do.

“He’s hot” Minju comments and you laugh.

“Didn't you just break up like yesterday?”

“Exactly. The best time to get laid” she exclaims before picking up two cans of beer and giving you a wink. You and Ben laugh out loud as she sways her hips making her way to the mysterious handsome stranger.

As you turn your attention back to the vodka, Ben slowly pushes the remaining shots away from you. You pout and give him your best puppy eyes hoping he’d give in but he remains calm.

“You do realize that vodka isn’t going to solve your problems right?” He sighs, handing you a glass of water instead.

“Okay, Dad. I won’t drink anymore” You raise your hands up in defeat and he lets out a low chuckle.

“I’m just worried about you. You’ve been drinking quite often lately.” He says, a soft smile playing on his lips. His lips. They look soft you think to yourself as your eyes dart back up to look into his eyes, and back to his lips.

You’ve always had a tiny crush on Ben. Probably ever since you’ve known him but you’ve never had the courage to speak up. ‘Relationships aren’t my thing anyway’, you’ve always told yourself but maybe it’s the alcohol in your system messing with your head, you wanted to kiss him in that moment. Your thoughts were interrupted when you hear Minju throwing a can of beer in the dustbin, “Asshole” she mutters under her breath before turning to you.

“What’d he say?” Ben asks, chuckling at the very annoyed Minju gulping down another shot of vodka. “He ignored me” she mumbles and all three of you laugh out loud.

“Are you sure you don’t know him Y/n? He was talking to a couple of other guys and I heard him mention the name ‘Christian’.” She says and it all clicks in.

“That’s my Dad’s code name. His bodyguards call him that. Do you think my dad sent them to watch me?” Minju shrugs her shoulders and you turn to the counter before grabbing the shot of vodka from her hand and gulping it down.

Pushing your hair back, you make your way to the man, who was talking to a couple of other guys dressed in the same black turtle neck and black trousers. As you make your way towards him, it becomes clear how tall and big he is. Wide shoulders and a tiny waist. You notice how the turtle neck hugs his body, his biceps straining through the material.

“Did my dad send you?” you ask and the man turns around, his height letting him practically tower over you. He doesn’t respond to your question, instead, he studies your annoyed expression before turning back.

You look back to see Minju giggling at you. You mentally face-palm yourself for even bothering but you had to know if your dad had yet again sent men to babysit you. “Look I know you’re just doing your job but can you just please talk to me? I just want to know if my dad sent you here.”

He turns back around and pulls his phone out of his pocket and snaps a picture of you. Your mouth hangs open at the action and you attempt to snatch his phone but he is quick to put it back in his pocket. “I hope that answers your question,” he says, his deep, husky, manly voice sending chills down your spine. You gulp down the saliva in your mouth as your throat goes dry.

Quickly turning around you walk back to your friends before making a fool of yourself even more. “He fucking snapped a picture of me” You groan as you sip on water. Minju giggles before asking,” Do you think he sent it to your dad?”

You shrug your shoulders when you hear a sound echo through the club. The music stops and people are running and screaming. Another loud sound is heard before you hear the glasses behind you shatter. “They’re gunshots” You hear Ben yell.

All of a sudden you see a figure running towards you. It was him. The man from earlier. The grabs your hand before pulling you. “We need to go,” he says pointing towards the back door of the club.

At that moment you notice the other men he was talking to approach your friends. You turn your head to look at your friends. “We’ll be fine. Go” Minju says and Ben nods. You turn back to face the man when you see him pull out a gun.

“Who are you?” your voice comes out, a mere whisper. He tugs your hands and you run out of the club along with him. As soon as you run out of the back gate, you see a black car waiting. He quickly ushers you to get in before jumping in and you speed away from the location. In the faint background, you hear another gunshot.

You grab onto the hem of your skirt, your knuckles turning white. “Will my friends be okay?” you ask and he turns towards you, his gaze stern and for a split second it knocks the air out of your lungs.

“They’ll be under the care of my men don’t worry” He replies before turning his gaze back to the road. You hear a buzz before a voice speaks up.

“Alpha do you copy?”

He reaches back with one hand and pulls out a walkie-talkie. Pressing a button he brings it closer to his mouth before speaking,” I copy. Are they safe? Did you get out of there?”

“We’ve made it out safely. Heading to the safe house. Meet you there”

He throws the walkie-talkie to the back seat and grips the steering wheel.

“Who are you?” you ask, hoping he answers this time.

He turns his head, his eyes meeting yours, “I was sent by your father to trail you. My team got your friends out safely. We are now headed to a safe house. Your father has been informed of the situation so there’s nothing to worry mam. Rest assured you are in safe hands.”

You shake your head in disbelief at the information he just gave you. Those men were there for you. Your hands grip the hem of your dress harder as you take deep breaths. You turn to look at the man. His eyes meet yours and for the first time since you’ve seen him, you see the corners of your lips curve up slightly, almost as if he was giving you a reassuring smile.

“You can call me Namjoon”

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[gukkie01]

Pair: Racer! Jungkook x Police officer! Fem reader

Rating/Genre: 18+, smut (little to no plot), humour (I tried but failed again 😐)

Words count: 5 649

Warning: explicit content, oral sex (F receiving), semi-public sex (I guess??), penetrative sex, vaginal sex, jungkook is a very very hot racer, fingering, car sex, sassy Y/n, dirty talking, unprotected sex (pls don’t be dumb like them)

Summary: Y/n was starting to get bored of being a police officer. She needed the thrill. Thank god, Jeon Jungkook was there to help her.

Note: very much liked writing this one. It was inspired by a book I read on wattpad (that I forgot the name of :/) but I switched the roles and decided Y/n was going to be the police officer 👍. Hope you guys enjoy this one! Sorry for any typos :(

💞 quick little reminder that comments and likes are appreciated 🥹. Enjoy! 💞

Can’t Catch Me

Being a police officer was not your dream anymore. For the solemn reasons that it was boring as hell. Nothing like in the movies. There weren’t any arresting criminals and interfering in mafia cartels and saving the day.

No. It was sorting documents and sometimes, if you were lucky enough, arresting cars. But where was the thrill in that? The excitement?

Sitting down behind a desk clearly wasn’t saving anyone or helping in that case. It was just making phone calls, watching some people here and then to make sure they didn’t leave. You never had to interrogate anyone. You didn’t even have your opportunity at playing the mean cop!

Because there was no doubt that you would’ve been the mean cop. You let no one step over you or cross any boundaries.

So yeah, being a cop or police officer if you would, was not thrilling at all. It was a shitty job that paid just enough so you could survive the month. Just enough. In the end, you always had to ask yourself if it was even worth it. And most of the time, your answer ended up being no, not at all.

Your superior was not even—

Speaking of, you suddenly received a phone call from him. Picking up, you cleared your throat, trying to sound as professional and calm and cool as possible. “Y/n,” he said and shifted a little. “I need you in my office. Now.” He ended the call, not giving the slightest bit of details.

But you were used to that. Didn’t make it less annoying though.

With an exasperated sigh that earned a few amused glares from your coworkers, you got up and made your way to your boss’s office down a little hall. Three knocks and a barely audible ‘come in’ later, you were sitting down in front of him, Mr. Kang or Monkey Face as you liked to call him.

“Yes sir?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow and shifting to the edge of your chair. Were you in trouble? You couldn’t see how that was possible. How could sitting all day bring you in trouble?

Monkey Face, without once letting his eyes divert from his laptop, clicked his tongue. “I’m assigning you to a new route,” was all he said, typing away on his laptop and munching on his gum a little too loudly for your taste.

“What? Where?” The idea of finally leaving this hell of a place brought interest into your features as you wiggled more on the edge of your chair. It was embarrassing really. It wasn’t like you were arresting criminals but at least, you were going to be outside, arresting cars.

Give or take. And you decided to take.

“Rout 30. You can go now.”

So, apparently, route 30 ended up being more of a stretch of highway rather than an actual route. By the time the moon set, you saw two cars, and they were exasperatedly slow. But there was no one else behind so you let it pass.

You were sitting inside your car, radio playing but you paid it no mind. It was just nice having some background noises that stopped you from falling asleep although let’s just say it wasn’t doing its job right.

When you glanced outside, the sky was pitch black; no stars, no moon. It was like someone purposely painted it black. It made the outside much darker and duller.

You sighed and decided to exit your car. Take some fresh air. You stood outside, kicking rocks with your boots and after some time, you even started playing soccer against yourself.

But you quickly got bored once again.

It turned out that being assigned to patrol a road was worse than you thought. Sitting in your car, switching the radio multiple times until you’d get so frustrated you would just shut it.

At one point, you got so bored you were on the verge of tears. Which was pathetic but true.

You started singing off-tune to a song that you vaguely remembered, singing as loud as you could before that too would become boring.

And that was when the universe heard your wishes.

Your ears perked up at the ramble of an engine, far in the distance but no doubt getting nearer pretty fast. Too fast. With your heart thumping almost loudly, you buckled your seatbelt and waited until the roaring got closer and closer and you finally saw it.

It flew past you so quickly it was like it was never there in the first place. You flicked on your lights as well as your sirens and started the car, following as closely as you could.

It was hard. Whatever car it was surely surpassed your own speed. And if it didn’t slow down any time soon, you’d lose sight of them eventually.

They made a turn to the left so quickly that you almost couldn’t follow. Your car had been on the verge of driving off the road. You weren’t really on the highway anymore but more on a small route hidden by immense trees.

You were breathless and nervous but driving that fast was the biggest thrill of your entire life and it was so liberating.

Finally, the car decelerated soon after, swerving into the side and parking swiftly. With how fast it had initially been going, you were impressed with how smooth it parked. Whoever it was behind the steering wheel, they were clearly experienced.

Slowly, all the while trying not to make a fool of yourself, you pulled up behind the bright neon blue car. You stepped out and approached the vehicul, taking in deep breaths. Be cool, be cool.

You knocked on the window three times before it slid down and goddamn it—

Your heart literally stopped beating for a fraction of a second when your gaze met a pair of doe eyes. Your own trailed lower until it stopped at a particular shiny object on the driver’s face. A lip piercing.

For a moment, you completely forgot what you were here for, too dazed by the same piercing being bitten and played with. You shook your head, regaining your composure. Or more like tried to.

Question number one.

“Do you know how fast you were driving?” You asked, trying to muster the scariest voice you could. His pierced eyebrow raised up and he smiled innocently. He had this little bunny smile that made you giddy despite trying to calm yourself down.

“I’m sorry officer, I wasn’t paying attention.” He was amused. It was clear in the way his eyes twinkled and the mocking tone of his so fucking deep voice. You gulped a lump in your throat, trying with all your might not to look at any of his piercings and maintain your professionalism.

Question number two.

“License and registration?” You managed to ask without stuttering and the driver reached into the glove box compartment and handed you his papers.

You glanced down at them, letting your eyes trail along the information.

Jeon Jungkook. Born September 1st, 1997. He was a year older than you. His picture in the license was shorter and lighter. More like a soft brown whereas now, it was almost black. You didn’t know why you were even paying attention to that. You didn’t deign a look at his registration papers and gave them back to him.

He arched an eyebrow, clearly finding the whole situation amusing and to his advantage. He must have known just how much he had an effect on you right now.

Your inner thoughts consisted of:

I’m gonna get fired

But he’s so hot, I don’t care

I wish he could take me right here, right now

I am so getting fired.

Jungkook’s smooth husky voice quickly pulled you out of your thoughts. It was kind of funny how your heart dropped at how deep and soft his voice sounded. There was this little witty and sarcastic tone behind it.

“Aren’t you supposed to use these?” He asked, wiggling his license and registration in his hands. It was then that your eyes caught the tattoos hiding every inch of his skin. It was covering a big part of his hands and went up under his sleeve and you found yourself wanting to see more. You needed to see his entire full sleeve tattoo.

You cleared your throat, the air around you thickening by the seconds. You wondered if you were the only one feeling it. The tension. The want. The desire. Maybe it was only your brain playing tricks on you. Telling you that Jungkook’s eyes definitely trailed down your body, mentally undressing you.

Yeah, your mind was clearly playing tricks. Maybe it was his little grin tugging at the corner of his lips or his sweet cologne that made your brain alter like that. Surely, he had done something to you.

After a couple of seconds, you realized you still hadn’t answered him. You straightened up, flattening your hand on the top of his car, glancing down at him with what you hoped was your most serious glare. “I’ll let you off with a warning, Jungkook.” It was a little strange saying his name out loud, but you quickly found out that you liked it. A lot.

“But I better not see you here again or it’s a ticket,” you continued and saw his smile widening.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ok, your mind was definitely going a little crazy. You had just seen Jungkook sending a little wink your way. You probably imagined it. Yeah, it was all your brain.

He gave a little nod and started his engine once again. It roared loud and hoarsely and you had to admit that it was nice to the ears. You took a step back and watched as Jungkook drove away, ignoring your words from mere moments ago and going fast.

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

You had told Jungkook to never come back here but deep inside, you wished to see him again.

A week later, the job didn’t get better. If possible, it probably got worse. You hadn’t arrested one single car yet and all you did was sleep in your car. You knew that if your boss found out, he’d surely fire you and it would be over. He was paying you to work, not sleep. That would be his words.

You sighed for the millionth time this afternoon, whistling along the song playing on the radio. The sun wasn’t bright today. Your mood was down.

The radio was on as per usual and you could hear some of your coworkers communicating with each other, wishing you could do the same. You had nothing to say, nothing to warn. Today was pretty boring.

But then again, someone seemed to have heard you and a loud roar could be heard at the far end of the highway. Your heart thumped loudly and you felt your chest vibrate. Finally. You felt a smile curve up your lips as you turned your car on just as a vehicle flashed before your eyes.

You quickly drove away from behind the small bushes you were once parked at and started your pursuit. But it was quickly over. The car parked on the side road after a short while and you did the same a couple of meters behind. You stood outside your car, looking around quickly before jogging and knocking against the tinted window.

“Do you know how— Jesus! You?”

Fucking hell. Of course it was him. Jeon Jungkook. You should have known by the unique rambling of his motor and at the speed he went earlier. You should have known since the start. This job was seriously making you lose some brain cells.

Jungkook grinned. It was a little devilish and teasing and smug. He leaned on the inside of his door, looking up at you. Fuck. He had dimples.

“Hi to you too, officer…” his eyes trailed down to your badge, “Y/n.” The way your name rolled off his tongue so well made you shiver. His voice had gone an octave lower. It had that little rasp to it that almost made you drool. You secretly wished you could hear it right to your ears.

Just the thought of it gave you goosebumps.

“Jungkook, it’s the second time I catch you exceeding the speed limit. I have no other choice but to give you a ticket this time.”

You didn’t really want to. If you could, you’d let him off with another warning that would actually never get anywhere. He was too pretty to have a ticket. Too fucking perfect.

Jungkook’s wicked grin didn’t falter once even after your words. If it made sense, it seemed to only get wider. Was he finding this entire situation funny? It made your blood slightly boil. You felt like you were getting laughed at. Humiliated maybe. But there was also this little feeling, this tightness at the pit of your stomach when Jungkook got closer.

His cologne hit your strong and gosh, you wanted to breathe it forever. Bath in it. It smelled so good on him.

“Is there a way I could pay? I don’t have money right now.” His tone was suggestive and it took you a while before you got the proper meaning behind his words. And to say that you were shook was an understatement. You choked on nothing, face flushed and so warm, it was embarrassing.

Jungkook didn’t miss the way you suddenly avoided even looking at him, focusing on his steering wheel instead. You heard a low chuckle that shouldn’t have sounded this good. It shouldn’t have made your knees slightly fold.

Jungkook was an attractive man. You couldn’t deny it and it was pretty hard to miss. It was also hard not to stare at his piercings, at his pink lips that looked so soft or at the tattoos that were much more visible than last time. They peeked from his white top and reached the middle of his neck. They were simply magnificent. You wanted to let your fingers run along each of his tattoos.

But even with his fucking god-like appearance, you had to stop yourself from even thinking of further things about him. It was not professional to let your brain wander at these places.

So, in other words, you were a little too close to taking his offer.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have a week to pay, so if you don’t have the money on you right now, it’s no worries.” You replied, mentally high-fiving yourself for keeping your cool.

Jungkook shifted closer, and the tip of his index grazed your arm. It was covered with your uniform but it still sent a wave of fire through your entire body. “But I would really like to pay now. I have something better than money.”

Shit.

Fuck.

No, no no.

He shouldn’t have said that. You were on the verge of saying ‘yes’. On the verge of letting him take you right here, in the middle of the highway. His words were very powerful and from the way his eyebrow arched, he knew it.

“Do you know what you’re implying right now, Jeon?”

Something in his eyes twinkled when you said his last name. He smirked. Literally smirked. “I know that very well, officer. So, what do you say?”

Oh my god.

You couldn’t say yes, even with how much your heart—or more like your cunt— begged for you to accept his offer. But that would only bring you trouble. You didn’t need that.

“I say we’re going straight to the station, Jungkook. Come out.” His smug expression dropped for a moment, and you saw how disappointed he was. Maybe he thought that his sexiness and his pretty voice and pretty tattoos and piercings would have saved him, and it almost did. But you had to remember that you were the mean cop.

He sighed and opened his door, standing up in front of you.

You breath hitched when you realized how easily he was towering over you. He looked so intimidating from this angle, you almost dropped to your knees. It was then that you realized he was wearing a white top that was so tight you saw the entire shape of his pecs. He had a racer vest on top—blue with black lines and his name written on the back.

He looked at you for a second, toying with his lip piercing before eventually turning around and putting his hands behind his back.

“You know officer, it seemed like you were ready to take my offer. What made you change your mind?” So cocky. His ego was so big and normally it would piss you off, but with Jungkook, it was almost like a part of his charm.

“Stop talking,” you ordered in your most stern voice although it only made him chuckle. You unclipped the handcuffs from your uniform, ready to wrap them around his wrists.

“So bossy. I like it.” You swallowed on nothing over and over again, losing focus. The more he talked, the more you were overthinking. You wanted to push him in his car and let him fuck you.

“Jungkook, I said stop talking.”

“You like having control, hm? I bet you’d love to control me, even for just a few minutes…” And then, well, you kind of snapped.

You handcuffed his wrists together harshly, your fast movements making him take a sharp breath. You turned him around, slightly pinning him to his car door. “I told you to stop talking. You’re only bringing yourself further into trouble,” your voice was simply a mere whisper directed to his face. Jungkook bit his lips, bowing his upper body to reach your level.

“One thing you should know: I love trouble,” he said and his voice was suave and smooth and warm on the side of your face. His knee touched your crotch and he pushed it between your legs. You sucked in a long breath and let out a muffled moan.

Well shit. You were doomed. Because now, you couldn’t stop thinking about how his knee felt so good pressed against your pussy and how much his cock would be even better.

“Seems like you’re enjoying yourself,” he commented, looking down at your lower half grinding on his knees. He pushed it up more and added some pressure to your core. You were wet. Wetter than you’d been in a while and all because of a little asshole named Jungkook. He had his proud face on, enjoying the way your face darkened in a deep shade of pink and the way you obviously shook. He knew you wanted to go further.

“Remove those handcuffs, sweetie.” He said suddenly and his face was dark, serious and so dominant. You really couldn’t say no to that face.

So you nodded, taking out a key from your front pocket, fumbling with it clumsily until the handcuffs were off and Jungkook’s hands found their way on your waist.

He didn’t wrap his arms around you. He simply let you feel his hands for a while, getting used to the burning feeling they left even on top of your entire uniform. It tickled as if he touched you straight through your clothes, right on your skin. Thinking about it, you were dying for some skin to skin contact. To touch his tattoos while he was pleasing you.

Jungkook’s eyes were staring straight into yours. You knew right then that he had been thinking about that moment for a while now and to say that it turned you on was an understatement.

You cleared your throat, trying to keep eye contact without failing but it was hard. His stare was deep and intense and the way he continually licked his lips made it difficult to keep your eyes up there. They looked so soft.

You briefly wondered how they tasted before Jungkook’s voice interrupted your train of thoughts.

“Are you gonna stare at them longer before you finally kiss me?” You hated how his voice made your inside wiggle and giddy and your heartbeat accelerate.

You hesitated, on the tip of your toes. You were so nervous. And Jungkook seemed to catch in, as with a wide grin, he plunged down, lips crashing against your, and teeth colliding. His cold lip piercing touched the corner of your lips and made you gasp.

He snorted into the kiss, this time, wrapping his arms entirely around your waist and exchanging your positions. You were the one pinned on his car. And quite honestly, you liked this position way more.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since the moment you knocked on my window.” His sudden confession stole the air out of you. Just like you, he had been waiting to touch you and feel you up.

Fucking butterflies. You hated how they swam in your stomach and made it difficult to keep up with the kissing without feeling like you would pass out. Jungkook was a good kisser. Scratch that, he was fucking amazing. He moved his lips with expertise against yours.

You guys weren’t really taking your time but you still enjoyed it very much. They way it was heated and impatient and filled with want made it all the more exciting.

You wanted him so bad.

“Let’s take this further in the car, hm?” He mumbled against your lips, struggling to open the car in the position you were both in, but after a while, you were swiftly thrown in the back seat.

Jungkook hovered over you like a scary predator ready to attack and eat its prey. And you were very glad to be his prey.

His right hand lifted up and stopped at your cheek, letting his thumb rub over the softness of your skin. He was in literal awe as he let his eyes trail around every feature of your face. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Can’t wait to ruin you.”

If it wasn’t hot enough, it became too much. You were sweating, desperate to get out of your clothes and let the AC of the car wrap around you. And even more desperate to get Jungkook to fuck you.

Jungkook’s rough hands explored every inch of your upper body until he got tired of your clothes. He sat you up and as fast as he could, succeeded in removing the top of your uniform. His eyes twinkled as if he was a kid that just received his favorite toy for his birthday.

You let him touch you everywhere, he squeezed and massaged your breast until you were whimpering. He pinched your nipples, earning multiple cries from you. He seemed to love every second of it, considering the smile—worth probably a million of dollars—plastered on his face.

He didn’t linger on your breasts too much, though. You could see in the way his fingers always found themselves at the waistband of your pants, that he was more excited about what was down there.

He looked up at you, stopping his hands that were ready to slip off the last item of clothing (except your panties) covering your body.

“Can I remove them?” He asked and it warmed your heart that he remembered to ask you before going any further. You gave him a shy nod and kept in your breath when the cold air hit your lower body, more specifically, your inner thighs.

Jungkook’s hands covered your skin almost immediately. His nails slightly scratched your skin as he ran his fingers up and down your entire legs. But his eyes were stuck on the wet patch on your panties.

“Aren’t you a little excited, huh? Soaked even when I barely even started.”

You moaned. It was a small moan that was more due to your embarrassment and your need for him to touch you, combined together.

It was music to Jungkook’s ears.

He let his finger push on your clothed core, breathing in loudly when he felt the dampness. And then he slipped his fingers in your panties without any second thoughts or any warning.

He settled on rubbing his middle finger on your clit, looking up every now and then at the way your face contorted in pleasure. You were moaning continuously, asking him for more but he wouldn’t give it.

Jungkook loved teasing you and even though you barely knew him at all, that information was pretty obvious from the way he enjoyed slipping in snarky little remarks from the first moment you saw him. He loved how your face became red instantly, how you avoided his eyes. He felt so confident around you.

You liked the tease. You liked feeling on edge every time his fingers almost entered your pussy but then he’d move them away.

“Be patient, babe. You’ll get what you want soon enough.”

Babe. You wanted to hear him say that again on repeat.

“Jungkook,” you mumbled with closed eyes, internally screaming when he avoided your hole again, “I need more. Please.”

He chuckled, stopping the motion of his fingers. “Look at you begging for me. I should have known you’d be an impatient little slut.”

You whined at his choice of words. Dirty talking never failed in turning you on, although it was clear that it depended from who.

And it seemed to fit Jungkook very well.

“Please,” you asked again, not even caring how pathetic you sounded.

“Aw, you’re asking so nicely.” He slipped one finger in and you involuntarily arched your back. “So good for me, so tight too.” Another finger. “Are you gonna come from just my fingers?” A third digit, this time, curling inside.

The stretch hurted a bit. But it was good. It felt so amazing. It only added onto the pleasure and after a while, it wasn’t even uncomfortable anymore.

Jungkook’s eyes were plastered on your pussy and the way you swallowed his fingers so well. You were so wet, it dripped down your inner thighs. He kept biting and licking his lips, moving his head down by the seconds.

And then you understood what he wanted to do so bad. He wanted to eat you out.

“Do it,” you told him, wiggling and pushing yourself closer to him, his fingers hitting a particular spot that had a little yelp come out of you.

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows, slowing down his fingers. You straightened up a little bit and took his wrist, pulling his three digits out of you. “I know what you wanna do. Eat me out. Please.”

He swallowed and nodded, pushing you further in the back seat and against the door. He properly positioned himself between your legs, tapping on your right thigh. “Open up,” he signaled, pulling them even more apart until you were wide open in front of him.

He licked his lips and plunged his head right in your crotch. Locks of his hair fell on your thighs, tickling you and making shivers run up your entire body. And then his tongue touched you. So warm. So soft. So pleasurable.

He licked the lips at first before slipping his tongue inside, grunting. He had mumbled something but with his face between your legs, the words came out muffled and unclear.

“Fuck, it’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” He dug his fingers in your thighs to keep them apart. He thrusted his tongue in and out of your cunt, sometimes, keeping it in deep, filling up all the right places, grazing all the right spots until you were wiggling, and legs wrapping around his face, bucking your head up.

He let you do it. Let you suffocate his face until your juice rolled down his mouth and he pulled himself away. White liquid covered his lips and something in your belly tightened at the sight.

It was so obscene but so hot. You pulled him by his vest to smash your lips on his and taste yourself. He slipped off his vest in the process, tearing down his top and struggling out of his black baggy pants, his boots already off.

He was left in those Calvin Klein sinful briefs that allowed you to see is bulge and fuck, he was big. Perfect length and thickness and that had you drooling literally. You wanted to touch every inch of his body. He was perfectly sculpted.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good, babe. Can’t wait to fuck you into oblivion.” He whispered in your ear and let you remove his boxers until his cock sprung free and stood proudly.

You were astonished and couldn’t tear your eyes away. You were never one to find dicks beautiful, but with Jungkook, you could stare at it and a suck it all day.

But not right now. There were more important matters. Like your desperation to have his cock fuck you.

“Jungkook, I need it inside. Please.”

Jungkook couldn’t get enough of your begging. He wanted to go as far as recording it and jerking himself off at night.

He aligned himself right in front of your entrance and looked up at you. “Are you okay? I really want to fuck the shit out of you but if you changed your mind—“

You cut him off with your finger, grinning at him. “I’ve never wanted something more in my entire life. So please, do it already.” Jungkook’s face brightened up at your response. He liked how you had shut him up and ordered him.

You pushed yourself against his cock just as he began slipping it in slowly, groaning and snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, biting right under your jaw.

“Oh my fucking god, I won’t last long,” he mumbled, sucking in multiple sharp breaths. One of his hands was holding himself beside your head and the other was wrapped around you, securing you in his grasp.

When Jungkook was fully in, he stayed still for a couple of seconds, enjoying the way your walls were so warm and perfectly wrapped around his cock. But then, he slowly slipped out until the head of his dick was at your rim and slammed back in. “Oh fuck—”. You bucked your hips up, meeting his thrust and letting out a scraped moan along with Jungkook’s groan.

“If I knew it was this good,” you started but cut yourself off when he picked up his pace, squeezing your flesh, “I would’ve accepted your offer from the beginning.”

He chuckled, looking down attentively as his cock disappeared in and out of your pussy, being soaked with your slick. It was warm and it drove Jungkook crazy. He wanted to stay inside forever.

“Well, I wanted to fuck you the moment I laid my eyes on you,” he admitted and slowed down his thrusts.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion until Jungkook flipped you over and you were straddling him. From this position, everything felt so different. He felt so much deeper, as if you could feel him with your hands if you touched your belly.

He gripped your hips tightly to the point when it almost hurted and glanced up at you. “Ride me like the naughty little slut you are, hm?” His voice was so hoarse compared to earlier, and so much more seductive and his sinful words rolled off his tongue in a way you found so satisfying.

You nodded and wrapped your hands around his neck. As you bounced up and down, your breasts followed the rhythm and they were practically jumping in Jungkook’s face, basically calling out to him to suck on them.

Which he ended up doing, letting go of your hips and licking, biting and squeezing the sensitive skin of your chest. He marked your entire cleavage until he was happy at how dark and red it looked.

Your pussy clenched around his cock, earning a strangle moan out of you two and then a moan from Jungkook when you clenched again.

“Is my little slut already so close?”

“Y-yes. It’s so good, I can’t hold it in much longer.” His hands grasped your waist and slid you down his cock until it was buried so deep, you couldn’t find the voice in you to make a sound. He was fucking you so well.

“You’re taking my cock like a good girl. I think you deserve to come.” He mumbled, moving his head closer to yours and nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Please, Jungkook. I want to come so bad. Please please.”

“Fuck, begging like that, I don’t think I can’t last longer too.”

His words made you keep going, bouncing on his length over and over again to the point where you reached some overstimulation, shaking violently in his arms.

Your voice was loud and the only word that was heard was Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook.

Your cum ran down his length, to his thighs and made his skin glisten in white. Your head was dizzy and your eyes hazed as you glanced down at Jungkook. Your stomach kept tightening every time he moved his hips upward.

He came no longer after, slamming you down his cock and keeping you there for a long moment, moaning how good you were and how hot you looked.

You leaned on his chest after a moment, catching your breath although it proved to be a difficult task. Your lungs felt empty, devoid of any air. But it was fine because you had just been fucked by Jeon Jungkook. And it was the best sex of your life.

After Jungkook regained his composure, he wrapped his arms around you and looked up. One of your hands was running along his tattoos and the other was busy, combed in his sticky hair. Jungkook was a fucking piece of art.

“So,” he started, pushing a few locks of hair away from your face, “Do I still need to pay for that ticket?”

“Heck yeah.”

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[gukkie01]

Friendly reminder to all the writers on here:

You don’t owe anyone good writing.

You don’t owe anyone a complete storyline written in order.

You can jump around. You can abandon projects. You can write really shitty stories! Writing is about telling stories and creating worlds. Not about what makes your followers happy.

I have to remind myself of this a lot, because in most of my stories I’ve gotten stuck and don’t know where to go. But you can jump around. You can skip parts. It doesn’t matter.

Write what makes you happy.

[gukkie01]

Pair: Racer! Jungkook x Police officer! Fem reader

Rating/Genre: 18+, smut (little to no plot), humour (I tried but failed again 😐)

Words count: 5 649

Warning: explicit content, oral sex (F receiving), semi-public sex (I guess??), penetrative sex, vaginal sex, jungkook is a very very hot racer, fingering, car sex, sassy Y/n, dirty talking, unprotected sex (pls don’t be dumb like them)

Summary: Y/n was starting to get bored of being a police officer. She needed the thrill. Thank god, Jeon Jungkook was there to help her.

Note: very much liked writing this one. It was inspired by a book I read on wattpad (that I forgot the name of :/) but I switched the roles and decided Y/n was going to be the police officer 👍. Hope you guys enjoy this one! Sorry for any typos :(

💞 quick little reminder that comments and likes are appreciated 🥹. Enjoy! 💞

Can’t Catch Me

Being a police officer was not your dream anymore. For the solemn reasons that it was boring as hell. Nothing like in the movies. There weren’t any arresting criminals and interfering in mafia cartels and saving the day.

No. It was sorting documents and sometimes, if you were lucky enough, arresting cars. But where was the thrill in that? The excitement?

Sitting down behind a desk clearly wasn’t saving anyone or helping in that case. It was just making phone calls, watching some people here and then to make sure they didn’t leave. You never had to interrogate anyone. You didn’t even have your opportunity at playing the mean cop!

Because there was no doubt that you would’ve been the mean cop. You let no one step over you or cross any boundaries.

So yeah, being a cop or police officer if you would, was not thrilling at all. It was a shitty job that paid just enough so you could survive the month. Just enough. In the end, you always had to ask yourself if it was even worth it. And most of the time, your answer ended up being no, not at all.

Your superior was not even—

Speaking of, you suddenly received a phone call from him. Picking up, you cleared your throat, trying to sound as professional and calm and cool as possible. “Y/n,” he said and shifted a little. “I need you in my office. Now.” He ended the call, not giving the slightest bit of details.

But you were used to that. Didn’t make it less annoying though.

With an exasperated sigh that earned a few amused glares from your coworkers, you got up and made your way to your boss’s office down a little hall. Three knocks and a barely audible ‘come in’ later, you were sitting down in front of him, Mr. Kang or Monkey Face as you liked to call him.

“Yes sir?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow and shifting to the edge of your chair. Were you in trouble? You couldn’t see how that was possible. How could sitting all day bring you in trouble?

Monkey Face, without once letting his eyes divert from his laptop, clicked his tongue. “I’m assigning you to a new route,” was all he said, typing away on his laptop and munching on his gum a little too loudly for your taste.

“What? Where?” The idea of finally leaving this hell of a place brought interest into your features as you wiggled more on the edge of your chair. It was embarrassing really. It wasn’t like you were arresting criminals but at least, you were going to be outside, arresting cars.

Give or take. And you decided to take.

“Rout 30. You can go now.”

So, apparently, route 30 ended up being more of a stretch of highway rather than an actual route. By the time the moon set, you saw two cars, and they were exasperatedly slow. But there was no one else behind so you let it pass.

You were sitting inside your car, radio playing but you paid it no mind. It was just nice having some background noises that stopped you from falling asleep although let’s just say it wasn’t doing its job right.

When you glanced outside, the sky was pitch black; no stars, no moon. It was like someone purposely painted it black. It made the outside much darker and duller.

You sighed and decided to exit your car. Take some fresh air. You stood outside, kicking rocks with your boots and after some time, you even started playing soccer against yourself.

But you quickly got bored once again.

It turned out that being assigned to patrol a road was worse than you thought. Sitting in your car, switching the radio multiple times until you’d get so frustrated you would just shut it.

At one point, you got so bored you were on the verge of tears. Which was pathetic but true.

You started singing off-tune to a song that you vaguely remembered, singing as loud as you could before that too would become boring.

And that was when the universe heard your wishes.

Your ears perked up at the ramble of an engine, far in the distance but no doubt getting nearer pretty fast. Too fast. With your heart thumping almost loudly, you buckled your seatbelt and waited until the roaring got closer and closer and you finally saw it.

It flew past you so quickly it was like it was never there in the first place. You flicked on your lights as well as your sirens and started the car, following as closely as you could.

It was hard. Whatever car it was surely surpassed your own speed. And if it didn’t slow down any time soon, you’d lose sight of them eventually.

They made a turn to the left so quickly that you almost couldn’t follow. Your car had been on the verge of driving off the road. You weren’t really on the highway anymore but more on a small route hidden by immense trees.

You were breathless and nervous but driving that fast was the biggest thrill of your entire life and it was so liberating.

Finally, the car decelerated soon after, swerving into the side and parking swiftly. With how fast it had initially been going, you were impressed with how smooth it parked. Whoever it was behind the steering wheel, they were clearly experienced.

Slowly, all the while trying not to make a fool of yourself, you pulled up behind the bright neon blue car. You stepped out and approached the vehicul, taking in deep breaths. Be cool, be cool.

You knocked on the window three times before it slid down and goddamn it—

Your heart literally stopped beating for a fraction of a second when your gaze met a pair of doe eyes. Your own trailed lower until it stopped at a particular shiny object on the driver’s face. A lip piercing.

For a moment, you completely forgot what you were here for, too dazed by the same piercing being bitten and played with. You shook your head, regaining your composure. Or more like tried to.

Question number one.

“Do you know how fast you were driving?” You asked, trying to muster the scariest voice you could. His pierced eyebrow raised up and he smiled innocently. He had this little bunny smile that made you giddy despite trying to calm yourself down.

“I’m sorry officer, I wasn’t paying attention.” He was amused. It was clear in the way his eyes twinkled and the mocking tone of his so fucking deep voice. You gulped a lump in your throat, trying with all your might not to look at any of his piercings and maintain your professionalism.

Question number two.

“License and registration?” You managed to ask without stuttering and the driver reached into the glove box compartment and handed you his papers.

You glanced down at them, letting your eyes trail along the information.

Jeon Jungkook. Born September 1st, 1997. He was a year older than you. His picture in the license was shorter and lighter. More like a soft brown whereas now, it was almost black. You didn’t know why you were even paying attention to that. You didn’t deign a look at his registration papers and gave them back to him.

He arched an eyebrow, clearly finding the whole situation amusing and to his advantage. He must have known just how much he had an effect on you right now.

Your inner thoughts consisted of:

I’m gonna get fired

But he’s so hot, I don’t care

I wish he could take me right here, right now

I am so getting fired.

Jungkook’s smooth husky voice quickly pulled you out of your thoughts. It was kind of funny how your heart dropped at how deep and soft his voice sounded. There was this little witty and sarcastic tone behind it.

“Aren’t you supposed to use these?” He asked, wiggling his license and registration in his hands. It was then that your eyes caught the tattoos hiding every inch of his skin. It was covering a big part of his hands and went up under his sleeve and you found yourself wanting to see more. You needed to see his entire full sleeve tattoo.

You cleared your throat, the air around you thickening by the seconds. You wondered if you were the only one feeling it. The tension. The want. The desire. Maybe it was only your brain playing tricks on you. Telling you that Jungkook’s eyes definitely trailed down your body, mentally undressing you.

Yeah, your mind was clearly playing tricks. Maybe it was his little grin tugging at the corner of his lips or his sweet cologne that made your brain alter like that. Surely, he had done something to you.

After a couple of seconds, you realized you still hadn’t answered him. You straightened up, flattening your hand on the top of his car, glancing down at him with what you hoped was your most serious glare. “I’ll let you off with a warning, Jungkook.” It was a little strange saying his name out loud, but you quickly found out that you liked it. A lot.

“But I better not see you here again or it’s a ticket,” you continued and saw his smile widening.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ok, your mind was definitely going a little crazy. You had just seen Jungkook sending a little wink your way. You probably imagined it. Yeah, it was all your brain.

He gave a little nod and started his engine once again. It roared loud and hoarsely and you had to admit that it was nice to the ears. You took a step back and watched as Jungkook drove away, ignoring your words from mere moments ago and going fast.

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

You had told Jungkook to never come back here but deep inside, you wished to see him again.

A week later, the job didn’t get better. If possible, it probably got worse. You hadn’t arrested one single car yet and all you did was sleep in your car. You knew that if your boss found out, he’d surely fire you and it would be over. He was paying you to work, not sleep. That would be his words.

You sighed for the millionth time this afternoon, whistling along the song playing on the radio. The sun wasn’t bright today. Your mood was down.

The radio was on as per usual and you could hear some of your coworkers communicating with each other, wishing you could do the same. You had nothing to say, nothing to warn. Today was pretty boring.

But then again, someone seemed to have heard you and a loud roar could be heard at the far end of the highway. Your heart thumped loudly and you felt your chest vibrate. Finally. You felt a smile curve up your lips as you turned your car on just as a vehicle flashed before your eyes.

You quickly drove away from behind the small bushes you were once parked at and started your pursuit. But it was quickly over. The car parked on the side road after a short while and you did the same a couple of meters behind. You stood outside your car, looking around quickly before jogging and knocking against the tinted window.

“Do you know how— Jesus! You?”

Fucking hell. Of course it was him. Jeon Jungkook. You should have known by the unique rambling of his motor and at the speed he went earlier. You should have known since the start. This job was seriously making you lose some brain cells.

Jungkook grinned. It was a little devilish and teasing and smug. He leaned on the inside of his door, looking up at you. Fuck. He had dimples.

“Hi to you too, officer…” his eyes trailed down to your badge, “Y/n.” The way your name rolled off his tongue so well made you shiver. His voice had gone an octave lower. It had that little rasp to it that almost made you drool. You secretly wished you could hear it right to your ears.

Just the thought of it gave you goosebumps.

“Jungkook, it’s the second time I catch you exceeding the speed limit. I have no other choice but to give you a ticket this time.”

You didn’t really want to. If you could, you’d let him off with another warning that would actually never get anywhere. He was too pretty to have a ticket. Too fucking perfect.

Jungkook’s wicked grin didn’t falter once even after your words. If it made sense, it seemed to only get wider. Was he finding this entire situation funny? It made your blood slightly boil. You felt like you were getting laughed at. Humiliated maybe. But there was also this little feeling, this tightness at the pit of your stomach when Jungkook got closer.

His cologne hit your strong and gosh, you wanted to breathe it forever. Bath in it. It smelled so good on him.

“Is there a way I could pay? I don’t have money right now.” His tone was suggestive and it took you a while before you got the proper meaning behind his words. And to say that you were shook was an understatement. You choked on nothing, face flushed and so warm, it was embarrassing.

Jungkook didn’t miss the way you suddenly avoided even looking at him, focusing on his steering wheel instead. You heard a low chuckle that shouldn’t have sounded this good. It shouldn’t have made your knees slightly fold.

Jungkook was an attractive man. You couldn’t deny it and it was pretty hard to miss. It was also hard not to stare at his piercings, at his pink lips that looked so soft or at the tattoos that were much more visible than last time. They peeked from his white top and reached the middle of his neck. They were simply magnificent. You wanted to let your fingers run along each of his tattoos.

But even with his fucking god-like appearance, you had to stop yourself from even thinking of further things about him. It was not professional to let your brain wander at these places.

So, in other words, you were a little too close to taking his offer.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have a week to pay, so if you don’t have the money on you right now, it’s no worries.” You replied, mentally high-fiving yourself for keeping your cool.

Jungkook shifted closer, and the tip of his index grazed your arm. It was covered with your uniform but it still sent a wave of fire through your entire body. “But I would really like to pay now. I have something better than money.”

Shit.

Fuck.

No, no no.

He shouldn’t have said that. You were on the verge of saying ‘yes’. On the verge of letting him take you right here, in the middle of the highway. His words were very powerful and from the way his eyebrow arched, he knew it.

“Do you know what you’re implying right now, Jeon?”

Something in his eyes twinkled when you said his last name. He smirked. Literally smirked. “I know that very well, officer. So, what do you say?”

Oh my god.

You couldn’t say yes, even with how much your heart—or more like your cunt— begged for you to accept his offer. But that would only bring you trouble. You didn’t need that.

“I say we’re going straight to the station, Jungkook. Come out.” His smug expression dropped for a moment, and you saw how disappointed he was. Maybe he thought that his sexiness and his pretty voice and pretty tattoos and piercings would have saved him, and it almost did. But you had to remember that you were the mean cop.

He sighed and opened his door, standing up in front of you.

You breath hitched when you realized how easily he was towering over you. He looked so intimidating from this angle, you almost dropped to your knees. It was then that you realized he was wearing a white top that was so tight you saw the entire shape of his pecs. He had a racer vest on top—blue with black lines and his name written on the back.

He looked at you for a second, toying with his lip piercing before eventually turning around and putting his hands behind his back.

“You know officer, it seemed like you were ready to take my offer. What made you change your mind?” So cocky. His ego was so big and normally it would piss you off, but with Jungkook, it was almost like a part of his charm.

“Stop talking,” you ordered in your most stern voice although it only made him chuckle. You unclipped the handcuffs from your uniform, ready to wrap them around his wrists.

“So bossy. I like it.” You swallowed on nothing over and over again, losing focus. The more he talked, the more you were overthinking. You wanted to push him in his car and let him fuck you.

“Jungkook, I said stop talking.”

“You like having control, hm? I bet you’d love to control me, even for just a few minutes…” And then, well, you kind of snapped.

You handcuffed his wrists together harshly, your fast movements making him take a sharp breath. You turned him around, slightly pinning him to his car door. “I told you to stop talking. You’re only bringing yourself further into trouble,” your voice was simply a mere whisper directed to his face. Jungkook bit his lips, bowing his upper body to reach your level.

“One thing you should know: I love trouble,” he said and his voice was suave and smooth and warm on the side of your face. His knee touched your crotch and he pushed it between your legs. You sucked in a long breath and let out a muffled moan.

Well shit. You were doomed. Because now, you couldn’t stop thinking about how his knee felt so good pressed against your pussy and how much his cock would be even better.

“Seems like you’re enjoying yourself,” he commented, looking down at your lower half grinding on his knees. He pushed it up more and added some pressure to your core. You were wet. Wetter than you’d been in a while and all because of a little asshole named Jungkook. He had his proud face on, enjoying the way your face darkened in a deep shade of pink and the way you obviously shook. He knew you wanted to go further.

“Remove those handcuffs, sweetie.” He said suddenly and his face was dark, serious and so dominant. You really couldn’t say no to that face.

So you nodded, taking out a key from your front pocket, fumbling with it clumsily until the handcuffs were off and Jungkook’s hands found their way on your waist.

He didn’t wrap his arms around you. He simply let you feel his hands for a while, getting used to the burning feeling they left even on top of your entire uniform. It tickled as if he touched you straight through your clothes, right on your skin. Thinking about it, you were dying for some skin to skin contact. To touch his tattoos while he was pleasing you.

Jungkook’s eyes were staring straight into yours. You knew right then that he had been thinking about that moment for a while now and to say that it turned you on was an understatement.

You cleared your throat, trying to keep eye contact without failing but it was hard. His stare was deep and intense and the way he continually licked his lips made it difficult to keep your eyes up there. They looked so soft.

You briefly wondered how they tasted before Jungkook’s voice interrupted your train of thoughts.

“Are you gonna stare at them longer before you finally kiss me?” You hated how his voice made your inside wiggle and giddy and your heartbeat accelerate.

You hesitated, on the tip of your toes. You were so nervous. And Jungkook seemed to catch in, as with a wide grin, he plunged down, lips crashing against your, and teeth colliding. His cold lip piercing touched the corner of your lips and made you gasp.

He snorted into the kiss, this time, wrapping his arms entirely around your waist and exchanging your positions. You were the one pinned on his car. And quite honestly, you liked this position way more.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since the moment you knocked on my window.” His sudden confession stole the air out of you. Just like you, he had been waiting to touch you and feel you up.

Fucking butterflies. You hated how they swam in your stomach and made it difficult to keep up with the kissing without feeling like you would pass out. Jungkook was a good kisser. Scratch that, he was fucking amazing. He moved his lips with expertise against yours.

You guys weren’t really taking your time but you still enjoyed it very much. They way it was heated and impatient and filled with want made it all the more exciting.

You wanted him so bad.

“Let’s take this further in the car, hm?” He mumbled against your lips, struggling to open the car in the position you were both in, but after a while, you were swiftly thrown in the back seat.

Jungkook hovered over you like a scary predator ready to attack and eat its prey. And you were very glad to be his prey.

His right hand lifted up and stopped at your cheek, letting his thumb rub over the softness of your skin. He was in literal awe as he let his eyes trail around every feature of your face. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Can’t wait to ruin you.”

If it wasn’t hot enough, it became too much. You were sweating, desperate to get out of your clothes and let the AC of the car wrap around you. And even more desperate to get Jungkook to fuck you.

Jungkook’s rough hands explored every inch of your upper body until he got tired of your clothes. He sat you up and as fast as he could, succeeded in removing the top of your uniform. His eyes twinkled as if he was a kid that just received his favorite toy for his birthday.

You let him touch you everywhere, he squeezed and massaged your breast until you were whimpering. He pinched your nipples, earning multiple cries from you. He seemed to love every second of it, considering the smile—worth probably a million of dollars—plastered on his face.

He didn’t linger on your breasts too much, though. You could see in the way his fingers always found themselves at the waistband of your pants, that he was more excited about what was down there.

He looked up at you, stopping his hands that were ready to slip off the last item of clothing (except your panties) covering your body.

“Can I remove them?” He asked and it warmed your heart that he remembered to ask you before going any further. You gave him a shy nod and kept in your breath when the cold air hit your lower body, more specifically, your inner thighs.

Jungkook’s hands covered your skin almost immediately. His nails slightly scratched your skin as he ran his fingers up and down your entire legs. But his eyes were stuck on the wet patch on your panties.

“Aren’t you a little excited, huh? Soaked even when I barely even started.”

You moaned. It was a small moan that was more due to your embarrassment and your need for him to touch you, combined together.

It was music to Jungkook’s ears.

He let his finger push on your clothed core, breathing in loudly when he felt the dampness. And then he slipped his fingers in your panties without any second thoughts or any warning.

He settled on rubbing his middle finger on your clit, looking up every now and then at the way your face contorted in pleasure. You were moaning continuously, asking him for more but he wouldn’t give it.

Jungkook loved teasing you and even though you barely knew him at all, that information was pretty obvious from the way he enjoyed slipping in snarky little remarks from the first moment you saw him. He loved how your face became red instantly, how you avoided his eyes. He felt so confident around you.

You liked the tease. You liked feeling on edge every time his fingers almost entered your pussy but then he’d move them away.

“Be patient, babe. You’ll get what you want soon enough.”

Babe. You wanted to hear him say that again on repeat.

“Jungkook,” you mumbled with closed eyes, internally screaming when he avoided your hole again, “I need more. Please.”

He chuckled, stopping the motion of his fingers. “Look at you begging for me. I should have known you’d be an impatient little slut.”

You whined at his choice of words. Dirty talking never failed in turning you on, although it was clear that it depended from who.

And it seemed to fit Jungkook very well.

“Please,” you asked again, not even caring how pathetic you sounded.

“Aw, you’re asking so nicely.” He slipped one finger in and you involuntarily arched your back. “So good for me, so tight too.” Another finger. “Are you gonna come from just my fingers?” A third digit, this time, curling inside.

The stretch hurted a bit. But it was good. It felt so amazing. It only added onto the pleasure and after a while, it wasn’t even uncomfortable anymore.

Jungkook’s eyes were plastered on your pussy and the way you swallowed his fingers so well. You were so wet, it dripped down your inner thighs. He kept biting and licking his lips, moving his head down by the seconds.

And then you understood what he wanted to do so bad. He wanted to eat you out.

“Do it,” you told him, wiggling and pushing yourself closer to him, his fingers hitting a particular spot that had a little yelp come out of you.

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows, slowing down his fingers. You straightened up a little bit and took his wrist, pulling his three digits out of you. “I know what you wanna do. Eat me out. Please.”

He swallowed and nodded, pushing you further in the back seat and against the door. He properly positioned himself between your legs, tapping on your right thigh. “Open up,” he signaled, pulling them even more apart until you were wide open in front of him.

He licked his lips and plunged his head right in your crotch. Locks of his hair fell on your thighs, tickling you and making shivers run up your entire body. And then his tongue touched you. So warm. So soft. So pleasurable.

He licked the lips at first before slipping his tongue inside, grunting. He had mumbled something but with his face between your legs, the words came out muffled and unclear.

“Fuck, it’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” He dug his fingers in your thighs to keep them apart. He thrusted his tongue in and out of your cunt, sometimes, keeping it in deep, filling up all the right places, grazing all the right spots until you were wiggling, and legs wrapping around his face, bucking your head up.

He let you do it. Let you suffocate his face until your juice rolled down his mouth and he pulled himself away. White liquid covered his lips and something in your belly tightened at the sight.

It was so obscene but so hot. You pulled him by his vest to smash your lips on his and taste yourself. He slipped off his vest in the process, tearing down his top and struggling out of his black baggy pants, his boots already off.

He was left in those Calvin Klein sinful briefs that allowed you to see is bulge and fuck, he was big. Perfect length and thickness and that had you drooling literally. You wanted to touch every inch of his body. He was perfectly sculpted.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good, babe. Can’t wait to fuck you into oblivion.” He whispered in your ear and let you remove his boxers until his cock sprung free and stood proudly.

You were astonished and couldn’t tear your eyes away. You were never one to find dicks beautiful, but with Jungkook, you could stare at it and a suck it all day.

But not right now. There were more important matters. Like your desperation to have his cock fuck you.

“Jungkook, I need it inside. Please.”

Jungkook couldn’t get enough of your begging. He wanted to go as far as recording it and jerking himself off at night.

He aligned himself right in front of your entrance and looked up at you. “Are you okay? I really want to fuck the shit out of you but if you changed your mind—“

You cut him off with your finger, grinning at him. “I’ve never wanted something more in my entire life. So please, do it already.” Jungkook’s face brightened up at your response. He liked how you had shut him up and ordered him.

You pushed yourself against his cock just as he began slipping it in slowly, groaning and snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, biting right under your jaw.

“Oh my fucking god, I won’t last long,” he mumbled, sucking in multiple sharp breaths. One of his hands was holding himself beside your head and the other was wrapped around you, securing you in his grasp.

When Jungkook was fully in, he stayed still for a couple of seconds, enjoying the way your walls were so warm and perfectly wrapped around his cock. But then, he slowly slipped out until the head of his dick was at your rim and slammed back in. “Oh fuck—”. You bucked your hips up, meeting his thrust and letting out a scraped moan along with Jungkook’s groan.

“If I knew it was this good,” you started but cut yourself off when he picked up his pace, squeezing your flesh, “I would’ve accepted your offer from the beginning.”

He chuckled, looking down attentively as his cock disappeared in and out of your pussy, being soaked with your slick. It was warm and it drove Jungkook crazy. He wanted to stay inside forever.

“Well, I wanted to fuck you the moment I laid my eyes on you,” he admitted and slowed down his thrusts.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion until Jungkook flipped you over and you were straddling him. From this position, everything felt so different. He felt so much deeper, as if you could feel him with your hands if you touched your belly.

He gripped your hips tightly to the point when it almost hurted and glanced up at you. “Ride me like the naughty little slut you are, hm?” His voice was so hoarse compared to earlier, and so much more seductive and his sinful words rolled off his tongue in a way you found so satisfying.

You nodded and wrapped your hands around his neck. As you bounced up and down, your breasts followed the rhythm and they were practically jumping in Jungkook’s face, basically calling out to him to suck on them.

Which he ended up doing, letting go of your hips and licking, biting and squeezing the sensitive skin of your chest. He marked your entire cleavage until he was happy at how dark and red it looked.

Your pussy clenched around his cock, earning a strangle moan out of you two and then a moan from Jungkook when you clenched again.

“Is my little slut already so close?”

“Y-yes. It’s so good, I can’t hold it in much longer.” His hands grasped your waist and slid you down his cock until it was buried so deep, you couldn’t find the voice in you to make a sound. He was fucking you so well.

“You’re taking my cock like a good girl. I think you deserve to come.” He mumbled, moving his head closer to yours and nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Please, Jungkook. I want to come so bad. Please please.”

“Fuck, begging like that, I don’t think I can’t last longer too.”

His words made you keep going, bouncing on his length over and over again to the point where you reached some overstimulation, shaking violently in his arms.

Your voice was loud and the only word that was heard was Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook.

Your cum ran down his length, to his thighs and made his skin glisten in white. Your head was dizzy and your eyes hazed as you glanced down at Jungkook. Your stomach kept tightening every time he moved his hips upward.

He came no longer after, slamming you down his cock and keeping you there for a long moment, moaning how good you were and how hot you looked.

You leaned on his chest after a moment, catching your breath although it proved to be a difficult task. Your lungs felt empty, devoid of any air. But it was fine because you had just been fucked by Jeon Jungkook. And it was the best sex of your life.

After Jungkook regained his composure, he wrapped his arms around you and looked up. One of your hands was running along his tattoos and the other was busy, combed in his sticky hair. Jungkook was a fucking piece of art.

“So,” he started, pushing a few locks of hair away from your face, “Do I still need to pay for that ticket?”

“Heck yeah.”

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Pair: Racer! Jungkook x Police officer! Fem reader

Rating/Genre: 18+, smut (little to no plot), humour (I tried but failed again 😐)

Words count: 5 649

Warning: explicit content, oral sex (F receiving), semi-public sex (I guess??), penetrative sex, vaginal sex, jungkook is a very very hot racer, fingering, car sex, sassy Y/n, dirty talking, unprotected sex (pls don’t be dumb like them)

Summary: Y/n was starting to get bored of being a police officer. She needed the thrill. Thank god, Jeon Jungkook was there to help her.

Note: very much liked writing this one. It was inspired by a book I read on wattpad (that I forgot the name of :/) but I switched the roles and decided Y/n was going to be the police officer 👍. Hope you guys enjoy this one! Sorry for any typos :(

💞 quick little reminder that comments and likes are appreciated 🥹. Enjoy! 💞

Can’t Catch Me

Being a police officer was not your dream anymore. For the solemn reasons that it was boring as hell. Nothing like in the movies. There weren’t any arresting criminals and interfering in mafia cartels and saving the day.

No. It was sorting documents and sometimes, if you were lucky enough, arresting cars. But where was the thrill in that? The excitement?

Sitting down behind a desk clearly wasn’t saving anyone or helping in that case. It was just making phone calls, watching some people here and then to make sure they didn’t leave. You never had to interrogate anyone. You didn’t even have your opportunity at playing the mean cop!

Because there was no doubt that you would’ve been the mean cop. You let no one step over you or cross any boundaries.

So yeah, being a cop or police officer if you would, was not thrilling at all. It was a shitty job that paid just enough so you could survive the month. Just enough. In the end, you always had to ask yourself if it was even worth it. And most of the time, your answer ended up being no, not at all.

Your superior was not even—

Speaking of, you suddenly received a phone call from him. Picking up, you cleared your throat, trying to sound as professional and calm and cool as possible. “Y/n,” he said and shifted a little. “I need you in my office. Now.” He ended the call, not giving the slightest bit of details.

But you were used to that. Didn’t make it less annoying though.

With an exasperated sigh that earned a few amused glares from your coworkers, you got up and made your way to your boss’s office down a little hall. Three knocks and a barely audible ‘come in’ later, you were sitting down in front of him, Mr. Kang or Monkey Face as you liked to call him.

“Yes sir?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow and shifting to the edge of your chair. Were you in trouble? You couldn’t see how that was possible. How could sitting all day bring you in trouble?

Monkey Face, without once letting his eyes divert from his laptop, clicked his tongue. “I’m assigning you to a new route,” was all he said, typing away on his laptop and munching on his gum a little too loudly for your taste.

“What? Where?” The idea of finally leaving this hell of a place brought interest into your features as you wiggled more on the edge of your chair. It was embarrassing really. It wasn’t like you were arresting criminals but at least, you were going to be outside, arresting cars.

Give or take. And you decided to take.

“Route 30. You can go now.”

So, apparently, route 30 ended up being more of a stretch of highway rather than an actual route. By the time the moon set, you saw two cars, and they were exasperatedly slow. But there was no one else behind so you let it pass.

You were sitting inside your car, radio playing but you paid it no mind. It was just nice having some background noises that stopped you from falling asleep although let’s just say it wasn’t doing its job right.

When you glanced outside, the sky was pitch black; no stars, no moon. It was like someone purposely painted it black. It made the outside much darker and duller.

You sighed and decided to exit your car. Take some fresh air. You stood outside, kicking rocks with your boots and after some time, you even started playing soccer against yourself.

But you quickly got bored once again.

It turned out that being assigned to patrol a road was worse than you thought. Sitting in your car, switching the radio multiple times until you’d get so frustrated you would just shut it.

At one point, you got so bored you were on the verge of tears. Which was pathetic but true.

You started singing off-tune to a song that you vaguely remembered, singing as loud as you could before that too would become boring.

And that was when the universe heard your wishes.

Your ears perked up at the ramble of an engine, far in the distance but no doubt getting nearer pretty fast. Too fast. With your heart thumping almost loudly, you buckled your seatbelt and waited until the roaring got closer and closer and you finally saw it.

It flew past you so quickly it was like it was never there in the first place. You flicked on your lights as well as your sirens and started the car, following as closely as you could.

It was hard. Whatever car it was surely surpassed your own speed. And if it didn’t slow down any time soon, you’d lose sight of them eventually.

They made a turn to the left so quickly that you almost couldn’t follow. Your car had been on the verge of driving off the road. You weren’t really on the highway anymore but more on a small route hidden by immense trees.

You were breathless and nervous but driving that fast was the biggest thrill of your entire life and it was so liberating.

Finally, the car decelerated soon after, swerving into the side and parking swiftly. With how fast it had initially been going, you were impressed with how smooth it parked. Whoever it was behind the steering wheel, they were clearly experienced.

Slowly, all the while trying not to make a fool of yourself, you pulled up behind the bright neon blue car. You stepped out and approached the vehicul, taking in deep breaths. Be cool, be cool.

You knocked on the window three times before it slid down and goddamn it—

Your heart literally stopped beating for a fraction of a second when your gaze met a pair of doe eyes. Your own trailed lower until it stopped at a particular shiny object on the driver’s face. A lip piercing.

For a moment, you completely forgot what you were here for, too dazed by the same piercing being bitten and played with. You shook your head, regaining your composure. Or more like tried to.

Question number one.

“Do you know how fast you were driving?” You asked, trying to muster the scariest voice you could. His pierced eyebrow raised up and he smiled innocently. He had this little bunny smile that made you giddy despite trying to calm yourself down.

“I’m sorry officer, I wasn’t paying attention.” He was amused. It was clear in the way his eyes twinkled and the mocking tone of his so fucking deep voice. You gulped a lump in your throat, trying with all your might not to look at any of his piercings and maintain your professionalism.

Question number two.

“License and registration?” You managed to ask without stuttering and the driver reached into the glove box compartment and handed you his papers.

You glanced down at them, letting your eyes trail along the information.

Jeon Jungkook. Born September 1st, 1997. He was a year older than you. His hair in the picture of his license was shorter and lighter. More like a soft brown whereas now, it was almost black. You didn’t know why you were even paying attention to that. You didn’t deign a look at his registration papers and gave them back to him.

He arched an eyebrow, clearly finding the whole situation amusing and to his advantage. He must have known just how much he had an effect on you right now.

Your inner thoughts consisted of:

I’m gonna get fired

But he’s so hot, I don’t care

I wish he could take me right here, right now

I am so getting fired.

Jungkook’s smooth husky voice quickly pulled you out of your thoughts. It was kind of funny how your heart dropped at how deep and soft his voice sounded. There was this little witty and sarcastic tone behind it.

“Aren’t you supposed to use these?” He asked, wiggling his license and registration in his hands. It was then that your eyes caught the tattoos hiding every inch of his skin. It was covering a big part of his hands and went up under his sleeve and you found yourself wanting to see more. You needed to see his entire full sleeve tattoo.

You cleared your throat, the air around you thickening by the seconds. You wondered if you were the only one feeling it. The tension. The want. The desire. Maybe it was only your brain playing tricks on you. Telling you that Jungkook’s eyes definitely trailed down your body, mentally undressing you.

Yeah, your mind was clearly playing tricks. Maybe it was his little grin tugging at the corner of his lips or his sweet cologne that made your brain alter like that. Surely, he had done something to you.

After a couple of seconds, you realized you still hadn’t answered him. You straightened up, flattening your hand on the top of his car, glancing down at him with what you hoped was your most serious glare. “I’ll let you off with a warning, Jungkook.” It was a little strange saying his name out loud, but you quickly found out that you liked it. A lot.

“But I better not see you here again or it’s a ticket,” you continued and saw his smile widening.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ok, your mind was definitely going a little crazy. You had just seen Jungkook sending a little wink your way. You probably imagined it. Yeah, it was all your brain.

He gave a little nod and started his engine once again. It roared loud and hoarsely and you had to admit that it was nice to the ears. You took a step back and watched as Jungkook drove away, ignoring your words from mere moments ago and going fast.

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

You had told Jungkook to never come back here but deep inside, you wished to see him again.

A week later, the job didn’t get better. If possible, it probably got worse. You hadn’t arrested one single car yet and all you did was sleep in your car. You knew that if your boss found out, he’d surely fire you and it would be over. He was paying you to work, not sleep. That would be his words.

You sighed for the millionth time this afternoon, whistling along the song playing on the radio. The sun wasn’t bright today. Your mood was down.

The radio was on as per usual and you could hear some of your coworkers communicating with each other, wishing you could do the same. You had nothing to say, nothing to warn. Today was pretty boring.

But then again, someone seemed to have heard you and a loud roar could be heard at the far end of the highway. Your heart thumped loudly and you felt your chest vibrate. Finally. You felt a smile curve up your lips as you turned your car on just as a vehicle flashed before your eyes.

You quickly drove away from behind the small bushes you were once parked at and started your pursuit. But it was quickly over. The car parked on the side road after a short while and you did the same a couple of meters behind. You stood outside your car, looking around quickly before jogging and knocking against the tinted window.

“Do you know how— Jesus! You?”

Fucking hell. Of course it was him. Jeon Jungkook. You should have known by the unique rambling of his motor and at the speed he went earlier. You should have known since the start. This job was seriously making you lose some brain cells.

Jungkook grinned. It was a little devilish and teasing and smug. He leaned on the inside of his door, looking up at you. Fuck. He had dimples.

“Hi to you too, officer…” his eyes trailed down to your badge, “Y/n.” The way your name rolled off his tongue so well made you shiver. His voice had gone an octave lower. It had that little rasp to it that almost made you drool. You secretly wished you could hear it right to your ears.

Just the thought of it gave you goosebumps.

“Jungkook, it’s the second time I catch you exceeding the speed limit. I have no other choice but to give you a ticket this time.”

You didn’t really want to. If you could, you’d let him off with another warning that would actually never get anywhere. He was too pretty to have a ticket. Too fucking perfect.

Jungkook’s wicked grin didn’t falter once even after your words. If it made sense, it seemed to only get wider. Was he finding this entire situation funny? It made your blood slightly boil. You felt like you were getting laughed at. Humiliated maybe. But there was also this little feeling, this tightness at the pit of your stomach when Jungkook got closer.

His cologne hit your strong and gosh, you wanted to breathe it forever. Bath in it. It smelled so good on him.

“Is there a way I could pay? I don’t have money right now.” His tone was suggestive and it took you a while before you got the proper meaning behind his words. And to say that you were shook was an understatement. You choked on nothing, face flushed and so warm, it was embarrassing.

Jungkook didn’t miss the way you suddenly avoided even looking at him, focusing on his steering wheel instead. You heard a low chuckle that shouldn’t have sounded this good. It shouldn’t have made your knees slightly fold.

Jungkook was an attractive man. You couldn’t deny it and it was pretty hard to miss. It was also hard not to stare at his piercings, at his pink lips that looked so soft or at the tattoos that were much more visible than last time. They peeked from his white top and reached the middle of his neck. They were simply magnificent. You wanted to let your fingers run along each of his tattoos.

But even with his fucking god-like appearance, you had to stop yourself from even thinking of further things about him. It was not professional to let your brain wander at these places.

So, in other words, you were a little too close to taking his offer.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have a week to pay, so if you don’t have the money on you right now, it’s no worries.” You replied, mentally high-fiving yourself for keeping your cool.

Jungkook shifted closer, and the tip of his index grazed your arm. It was covered with your uniform but it still sent a wave of fire through your entire body. “But I would really like to pay now. I have something better than money.”

Shit.

Fuck.

No, no no.

He shouldn’t have said that. You were on the verge of saying ‘yes’. On the verge of letting him take you right here, in the middle of the highway. His words were very powerful and from the way his eyebrow arched, he knew it.

“Do you know what you’re implying right now, Jeon?”

Something in his eyes twinkled when you said his last name. He smirked. Literally smirked. “I know that very well, officer. So, what do you say?”

Oh my god.

You couldn’t say yes, even with how much your heart—or more like your cunt— begged for you to accept his offer. But that would only bring you trouble. You didn’t need that.

“I say we’re going straight to the station, Jungkook. Come out.” His smug expression dropped for a moment, and you saw how disappointed he was. Maybe he thought that his sexiness and his pretty voice and pretty tattoos and piercings would have saved him, and it almost did. But you had to remember that you were the mean cop.

He sighed and opened his door, standing up in front of you.

You breath hitched when you realized how easily he was towering over you. He looked so intimidating from this angle, you almost dropped to your knees. It was then that you realized he was wearing a white top that was so tight you saw the entire shape of his pecs. He had a racer vest on top—blue with black lines and his name written on the back.

He looked at you for a second, toying with his lip piercing before eventually turning around and putting his hands behind his back.

“You know officer, it seemed like you were ready to take my offer. What made you change your mind?” So cocky. His ego was so big and normally it would piss you off, but with Jungkook, it was almost like a part of his charm.

“Stop talking,” you ordered in your most stern voice although it only made him chuckle. You unclipped the handcuffs from your uniform, ready to wrap them around his wrists.

“So bossy. I like it.” You swallowed on nothing over and over again, losing focus. The more he talked, the more you were overthinking. You wanted to push him in his car and let him fuck you.

“Jungkook, I said stop talking.”

“You like having control, hm? I bet you’d love to control me, even for just a few minutes…” And then, well, you kind of snapped.

You handcuffed his wrists together harshly, your fast movements making him take a sharp breath. You turned him around, slightly pinning him to his car door. “I told you to stop talking. You’re only bringing yourself further into trouble,” your voice was simply a mere whisper directed to his face. Jungkook bit his lips, bowing his upper body to reach your level.

“One thing you should know: I love trouble,” he said and his voice was suave and smooth and warm on the side of your face. His knee touched your crotch and he pushed it between your legs. You sucked in a long breath and let out a muffled moan.

Well shit. You were doomed. Because now, you couldn’t stop thinking about how his knee felt so good pressed against your pussy and how much his cock would be even better.

“Seems like you’re enjoying yourself,” he commented, looking down at your lower half grinding on his knees. He pushed it up more and added some pressure to your core. You were wet. Wetter than you’d been in a while and all because of a little asshole named Jungkook. He had his proud face on, enjoying the way your face darkened in a deep shade of pink and the way you obviously shook. He knew you wanted to go further.

“Remove those handcuffs, sweetie.” He said suddenly and his face was dark, serious and so dominant. You really couldn’t say no to that face.

So you nodded, taking out a key from your front pocket, fumbling with it clumsily until the handcuffs were off and Jungkook’s hands found their way on your waist.

He didn’t wrap his arms around you. He simply let you feel his hands for a while, getting used to the burning feeling they left even on top of your entire uniform. It tickled as if he touched you straight through your clothes, right on your skin. Thinking about it, you were dying for some skin to skin contact. To touch his tattoos while he was pleasing you.

Jungkook’s eyes were staring straight into yours. You knew right then that he had been thinking about that moment for a while now and to say that it turned you on was an understatement.

You cleared your throat, trying to keep eye contact without failing but it was hard. His stare was deep and intense and the way he continually licked his lips made it difficult to keep your eyes up there. They looked so soft.

You briefly wondered how they tasted before Jungkook’s voice interrupted your train of thoughts.

“Are you gonna stare at them longer before you finally kiss me?” You hated how his voice made your inside wiggle and giddy and your heartbeat accelerate.

You hesitated, on the tip of your toes. You were so nervous. And Jungkook seemed to catch in, as with a wide grin, he plunged down, lips crashing against your, and teeth colliding. His cold lip piercing touched the corner of your lips and made you gasp.

He snorted into the kiss, this time, wrapping his arms entirely around your waist and exchanging your positions. You were the one pinned on his car. And quite honestly, you liked this position way more.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since the moment you knocked on my window.” His sudden confession stole the air out of you. Just like you, he had been waiting to touch you and feel you up.

Fucking butterflies. You hated how they swam in your stomach and made it difficult to keep up with the kissing without feeling like you would pass out. Jungkook was a good kisser. Scratch that, he was fucking amazing. He moved his lips with expertise against yours.

You guys weren’t really taking your time but you still enjoyed it very much. They way it was heated and impatient and filled with want made it all the more exciting.

You wanted him so bad.

“Let’s take this further in the car, hm?” He mumbled against your lips, struggling to open the car in the position you were both in, but after a while, you were swiftly thrown in the back seat.

Jungkook hovered over you like a scary predator ready to attack and eat its prey. And you were very glad to be his prey.

His right hand lifted up and stopped at your cheek, letting his thumb rub over the softness of your skin. He was in literal awe as he let his eyes trail around every feature of your face. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Can’t wait to ruin you.”

If it wasn’t hot enough, it became too much. You were sweating, desperate to get out of your clothes and let the AC of the car wrap around you. And even more desperate to get Jungkook to fuck you.

Jungkook’s rough hands explored every inch of your upper body until he got tired of your clothes. He sat you up and as fast as he could, succeeded in removing the top of your uniform. His eyes twinkled as if he was a kid that just received his favorite toy for his birthday.

You let him touch you everywhere, he squeezed and massaged your breast until you were whimpering. He pinched your nipples, earning multiple cries from you. He seemed to love every second of it, considering the smile—worth probably a million of dollars—plastered on his face.

He didn’t linger on your breasts too much, though. You could see in the way his fingers always found themselves at the waistband of your pants, that he was more excited about what was down there.

He looked up at you, stopping his hands that were ready to slip off the last item of clothing (except your panties) covering your body.

“Can I remove them?” He asked and it warmed your heart that he remembered to ask you before going any further. You gave him a shy nod and kept in your breath when the cold air hit your lower body, more specifically, your inner thighs.

Jungkook’s hands covered your skin almost immediately. His nails slightly scratched your skin as he ran his fingers up and down your entire legs. But his eyes were stuck on the wet patch on your panties.

“Aren’t you a little excited, huh? Soaked even when I barely even started.”

You moaned. It was a small moan that was more due to your embarrassment and your need for him to touch you, combined together.

It was music to Jungkook’s ears.

He let his finger push on your clothed core, breathing in loudly when he felt the dampness. And then he slipped his fingers in your panties without any second thoughts or any warning.

He settled on rubbing his middle finger on your clit, looking up every now and then at the way your face contorted in pleasure. You were moaning continuously, asking him for more but he wouldn’t give it.

Jungkook loved teasing you and even though you barely knew him at all, that information was pretty obvious from the way he enjoyed slipping in snarky little remarks from the first moment you saw him. He loved how your face became red instantly, how you avoided his eyes. He felt so confident around you.

You liked the tease. You liked feeling on edge every time his fingers almost entered your pussy but then he’d move them away.

“Be patient, babe. You’ll get what you want soon enough.”

Babe. You wanted to hear him say that again on repeat.

“Jungkook,” you mumbled with closed eyes, internally screaming when he avoided your hole again, “I need more. Please.”

He chuckled, stopping the motion of his fingers. “Look at you begging for me. I should have known you’d be an impatient little slut.”

You whined at his choice of words. Dirty talking never failed in turning you on, although it was clear that it depended from who.

And it seemed to fit Jungkook very well.

“Please,” you asked again, not even caring how pathetic you sounded.

“Aw, you’re asking so nicely.” He slipped one finger in and you involuntarily arched your back. “So good for me, so tight too.” Another finger. “Are you gonna come from just my fingers?” A third digit, this time, curling inside.

The stretch hurted a bit. But it was good. It felt so amazing. It only added onto the pleasure and after a while, it wasn’t even uncomfortable anymore.

Jungkook’s eyes were plastered on your pussy and the way you swallowed his fingers so well. You were so wet, it dripped down your inner thighs. He kept biting and licking his lips, moving his head down by the seconds.

And then you understood what he wanted to do so bad. He wanted to eat you out.

“Do it,” you told him, wiggling and pushing yourself closer to him, his fingers hitting a particular spot that had a little yelp come out of you.

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows, slowing down his fingers. You straightened up a little bit and took his wrist, pulling his three digits out of you. “I know what you wanna do. Eat me out. Please.”

He swallowed and nodded, pushing you further in the back seat and against the door. He properly positioned himself between your legs, tapping on your right thigh. “Open up,” he signaled, pulling them even more apart until you were wide open in front of him.

He licked his lips and plunged his head right in your crotch. Locks of his hair fell on your thighs, tickling you and making shivers run up your entire body. And then his tongue touched you. So warm. So soft. So pleasurable.

He licked the lips at first before slipping his tongue inside, grunting. He had mumbled something but with his face between your legs, the words came out muffled and unclear.

“Fuck, it’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” He dug his fingers in your thighs to keep them apart. He thrusted his tongue in and out of your cunt, sometimes, keeping it in deep, filling up all the right places, grazing all the right spots until you were wiggling, and legs wrapping around his face, bucking your head up.

He let you do it. Let you suffocate his face until your juice rolled down his mouth and he pulled himself away. White liquid covered his lips and something in your belly tightened at the sight.

It was so obscene but so hot. You pulled him by his vest to smash your lips on his and taste yourself. He slipped off his vest in the process, tearing down his top and struggling out of his black baggy pants, his boots already off.

He was left in those Calvin Klein sinful briefs that allowed you to see is bulge and fuck, he was big. Perfect length and thickness and that had you drooling literally. You wanted to touch every inch of his body. He was perfectly sculpted.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good, babe. Can’t wait to fuck you into oblivion.” He whispered in your ear and let you remove his boxers until his cock sprung free and stood proudly.

You were astonished and couldn’t tear your eyes away. You were never one to find dicks beautiful, but with Jungkook, you could stare at it and a suck it all day.

But not right now. There were more important matters. Like your desperation to have his cock fuck you.

“Jungkook, I need it inside. Please.”

Jungkook couldn’t get enough of your begging. He wanted to go as far as recording it and jerking himself off at night.

He aligned himself right in front of your entrance and looked up at you. “Are you okay? I really want to fuck the shit out of you but if you changed your mind—“

You cut him off with your finger, grinning at him. “I’ve never wanted something more in my entire life. So please, do it already.” Jungkook’s face brightened up at your response. He liked how you had shut him up and ordered him.

You pushed yourself against his cock just as he began slipping it in slowly, groaning and snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, biting right under your jaw.

“Oh my fucking god, I won’t last long,” he mumbled, sucking in multiple sharp breaths. One of his hands was holding himself beside your head and the other was wrapped around you, securing you in his grasp.

When Jungkook was fully in, he stayed still for a couple of seconds, enjoying the way your walls were so warm and perfectly wrapped around his cock. But then, he slowly slipped out until the head of his dick was at your rim and slammed back in. “Oh fuck—”. You bucked your hips up, meeting his thrust and letting out a scraped moan along with Jungkook’s groan.

“If I knew it was this good,” you started but cut yourself off when he picked up his pace, squeezing your flesh, “I would’ve accepted your offer from the beginning.”

He chuckled, looking down attentively as his cock disappeared in and out of your pussy, being soaked with your slick. It was warm and it drove Jungkook crazy. He wanted to stay inside forever.

“Well, I wanted to fuck you the moment I laid my eyes on you,” he admitted and slowed down his thrusts.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion until Jungkook flipped you over and you were straddling him. From this position, everything felt so different. He felt so much deeper, as if you could feel him with your hands if you touched your belly.

He gripped your hips tightly to the point when it almost hurted and glanced up at you. “Ride me like the naughty little slut you are, hm?” His voice was so hoarse compared to earlier, and so much more seductive and his sinful words rolled off his tongue in a way you found so satisfying.

You nodded and wrapped your hands around his neck. As you bounced up and down, your breasts followed the rhythm and they were practically jumping in Jungkook’s face, basically calling out to him to suck on them.

Which he ended up doing, letting go of your hips and licking, biting and squeezing the sensitive skin of your chest. He marked your entire cleavage until he was happy at how dark and red it looked.

Your pussy clenched around his cock, earning a strangle moan out of you two and then a moan from Jungkook when you clenched again.

“Is my little slut already so close?”

“Y-yes. It’s so good, I can’t hold it in much longer.” His hands grasped your waist and slid you down his cock until it was buried so deep, you couldn’t find the voice in you to make a sound. He was fucking you so well.

“You’re taking my cock like a good girl. I think you deserve to come.” He mumbled, moving his head closer to yours and nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Please, Jungkook. I want to come so bad. Please please.”

“Fuck, begging like that, I don’t think I can last longer too.”

His words made you keep going, bouncing on his length over and over again to the point where you reached some overstimulation, shaking violently in his arms.

Your voice was loud and the only word that was heard was Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook.

Your cum ran down his length, to his thighs and made his skin glisten in white. Your head was dizzy and your eyes hazed as you glanced down at Jungkook. Your stomach kept tightening every time he moved his hips upward.

He came no longer after, slamming you down his cock and keeping you there for a long moment, moaning how good you were and how hot you looked.

You leaned on his chest after a moment, catching your breath although it proved to be a difficult task. Your lungs felt empty, devoid of any air. But it was fine because you had just been fucked by Jeon Jungkook. And it was the best sex of your life.

After Jungkook regained his composure, he wrapped his arms around you and looked up. One of your hands was running along his tattoos and the other was busy, combed in his sticky hair. Jungkook was a fucking piece of art.

“So,” he started, pushing a few locks of hair away from your face, “Do I still need to pay for that ticket?”

“Heck yeah.”

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Bad Things | KNJ

Pairing: IDOL!Kim Namjoon x Manager!Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI

Genre: Co-workers to lovers, forbidden love, fluff, smut, angst

Word count: 4,409

Summary: He wanted you. You wanted him. However, was that enough for both of you to risk your careers?

Warning: penetrative sex, soft dom! Namjoon, rough sex (kinda), studio sex

Note: I read somewhere that Namjoon loved strong, independent woman and I couldn't stop thinking about him falling for a strong, self made woman. Also, have a crazy yandere in my asks and I can't wait to share it with you all T-T

Masterlist

Namjoon watched carefully as you talked to Zian, the manager of the different K-pop group. He poked the inside of his cheeks with his tongue as he tried not to barge in and drag you away. What were you thinking talking to him like that? Did you have to smile that much? Being polite, my ass. You were clearly flirting with him. 

That was it. Why else would you walk up to him looking like that? The red dress hugged you perfectly, accentuating your wide hips and thighs, making your waist seem tiny. It pushed your breasts together, giving you a delicious cleavage. The minute Namjoon saw you tonight, he had wanted to do nothing more than take you away and devour you whole. You had no business looking like that.

He scoffed, looking away from you to down his drink as you slapped his bicep lightly, laughing at something he said. “Drop it, Joon-ah,” Jin told his friend. “You know it will only get complicated if you do this.” 

Namjoon didn’t respond. He knew his hyung was right. It would get complicated if he was to get involved with you. You were their manager and they were your bosses. That was what stopped him from approaching you ever since the last time he saw you. 

You were so timid around them at first. He felt a sense of pride to see how far you have come, how confident and smart you have become in just over a year. You were absolutely loveable, everyone adored you. You seemed less like a manager and more like a friend to them. 

The maknaes were the first ones to accept you. They had just claimed you as part of them by making you a part of every one of their shenanigans. The Hyung line was a little reserved about their opinions about you, especially Jin and Yoongi. You were too young, they thought. Hobi was willing to give you a chance, but the other two were very watchful. But you were an early graduate from a top university. That gave Namjoon a sense of confidence in you. He always knew you would do well. 

But did he let you know? Absolutely not. 

In fact, if the members didn’t know better, they would think that he hated you. 

Ever since the first time he had seen you, he knew he was doomed. You were like a breeze of fresh air in this office. You were very different from all the other female employees he had worked with so far. You didn’t blush at their compliments. You didn’t fall for their puppy dog eyes. You didn’t go lenient on them in any way. Well, you were very lenient and easygoing, to begin with, but when you wanted to be, you could be the stern manager who knew exactly how to pull their reins. 

It took you only a week to show them why the company had decided to put you in this position. You were smart, quick, resourceful, and most importantly, you were focused and wanted nothing but the best for your “boys” as you liked to call them. 

So, Namjoon knew he would be risking a lot if he ever tried to pursue you. Which is why he kept his distance. At first, it was a safe distance, to ensure that you would never find out he liked you. He thought this attraction would fade away eventually and he could reclaim himself. But he was wrong, so so wrong. His feelings only grew the further he pushed himself away from you. 

You hadn't a clue. You thought he didn’t like you for some reason. At first, you wanted to see and fix it but when he kept running away from you, it became apparent to you that he didn’t want to be around you. So, you kept your distance. 

That was until the snarky comments followed. You weren’t sure what his problem was but you absolutely hated it when he would make comments about you about the most random things. Slowly, you started noticing his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary, how his eyes darkened whenever he saw you with someone else. Like right now. 

You could feel his eyes burning holes into your skull as you continued talking to Zian. You knew what he was feeling. You understood why he was staying away. But you didn’t want him to stay away. “You need to be careful, Y/N,” Zian leaned closer to your ear to warn you, “You’re playing with fire.” 

You looked at him, a little flushed. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Please, darling. I know when a man is being teased, guilty of doing so myself. I’m assuming Namjoon doesn’t know I’m gay?” He asked, looking at you meaningfully. You blushed, looking away from him in guilt as you shook your head. He chuckled. “I hope you know what you’re doing. Because he is your IDOL and you’re his manager. We all know how it would end up. He doesn’t have a lot to lose but you, my friend, have a lot on the line.” 

You pursed your lips. He was right. You knew that. If anyone knew that you liked Namjoon, your entire career would be finished. You would be fired, bashed in the media, the toxic fans would hate you and there would be no one who would want to hire an employee who flirts with her boss. You could almost see the headlines “Y/N L/N CAUGHT SEDUCING HER BOSS”. 

You sighed, “You’re right. I have no idea what came over me. He probably doesn’t even want me. It was just wishful thinking, I guess.” 

“Okay, stop.” Zian shook his head. “Firstly, he definitely wants you. Watch–” you gasped when he leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek, close to your lips. “Don’t react.” He immediately said when he moved away. “Second, go for it if you’re sure it’s more than an attraction, which I think it definitely is. Third, if I disappear tonight, please take Luna’s custody. She loves tuna, make sure to feed that to her at least once a week.”

“What are you–” you gasped when you felt someone grab your elbow and turn you around. You came face-to-face with Namjoon. You were surprised by the pure rage that filled his face as he stared at Zian. He looked so murderous that you were scared for your friend for a moment. You started to say something but when he turned to look at you with the same look, all words died in your throat. He turned around with your elbow still in his grip and dragged you away from the party, paying no mind to the people around him.

“Namjoon, what the fuck are you doing?” You hissed once you were away from everyone’s gaze, trying to break free from his grip. You gasped when he turned you around and pushed your back against a wall. 

“What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are you doing kissing men out at parties?” He asked, his voice a dangerous mixture of possessiveness and envy. 

“What is it to you?” You finally asked. “With all due respect, my personal life is my own concern and you cannot dictate how I live it. I can kiss whoever I want and you can’t stop me.”

“Is that so?” He asked, his nose flaring. He knew you were right. He had no right to meddle in your personal life. He made the decision to sit back and let you be. He should have left you alone when Zian kissed you. You weren’t doing anything wrong, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. The minute he saw Zian leaning in, he lost it. He couldn’t let you go. Not when he wanted you so damn much. “I don’t think the HR would appreciate you fooling around with another employee. It’s against the company's policies. You could get fired.” He let his jealousy get the best of him, putting his hand on the side of your head. 

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Is that a threat, Mr. Kim?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. 

Namjoon cursed inside his head when your arms pushed your breasts up, leaving them vulnerable before his hungry gaze. He wanted to pick you up and take you right then and there, his hyung be damned. You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks when you saw his eyes drifting down. The hunger in them made you push your thighs together, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by him. 

It made him growl at the back of his throat, pushing you further back to the wall till your chest was pressed against his. “Are you fucking testing my patience?” He asked, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him, “Because I assure you, I have none left.”

You closed your eyes and moaned at the feeling of his fingers digging into your waist as his entire body pressed her into the wall. Namjoon cursed under his breath when he heard the most seductive sound leave your lips. He had only heard of it in his dreams up until now. He groaned, “You drive me fucking crazy.” 

“Namjoon,” you whispered his name, grabbing the front of his shirt. He bit his lip, swiping his thumb across your pulpy bottom lip. You opened your eyes and looked at him pleadingly. You wanted him, needed him. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about the consequences of your actions as you grabbed his collar with both hands and pulled his face down till his lips met yours. 

You both felt like time froze for a moment as you took in the feeling of your lips against each other. The entire world was lost to you as your lips moved against each other passionately. His hand found its way into your hair, grabbing it to move your head to the side and his tongue fought for dominance against yours. You completely surrendered to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You broke apart from him when you felt someone clear their throat. You heard Namjoon growl in protest, covering you with his entire body as he turned around to face Yoongi. “Leave it alone, hyung.” 

“Joon,” Yoongi started warningly. He only wanted what was best for you. He didn’t want you to be thrown under the bus for being involved with someone you shouldn’t. Over the months, you had proved to be more than just a manager, you were their friend and he didn’t want you to get hurt. But he didn’t say anything when he caught the furious look in his leader’s eyes. He looked like he had already made his decision and was ready to fight anyone who came their way. 

He sighed. “I just hope you know what you’re doing,” he said, shaking his head. He left the two of them alone after that. 

Once he left, you looked at Namjoon with panicked eyes. “Namjoon–” you started, feeling like you were going to pass out from stress. Being caught like this was a slap to your face. “I can’t,” you said, walking away from him. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” You repeated as you raced away, leaving him alone with his heart shattered in pieces at his feet.

—

You didn’t come to work yesterday, or today. Namjoon was worried. It was his fault, wasn’t it? He should have just shut the fuck up and let you be. Why did he think coming to you was a good thing? 

Now you were avoiding him. When you didn’t know, at least he could still see you everyday. Was this permanent? Would you avoid him forever? You couldn’t do that, right? You wouldn’t. You were their manager, after all. 

“Why is noona not here?” Jungkook asked. “She would have solved this problem immediately. You can’t even open the damn folder.” He complained, frowning at Jin. 

“Yay! You brat!” Jin reached to hit the younger one on the head. “You ungrateful shit.” 

“Where is she, anyway?” Jimin asked. “I haven’t seen her since the party.”

Suddenly all eyes were on Namjoon. “What?” He asked, irritatedly. 

“What happened between the two of you?” Taehyung asked. 

“What makes you think something happened? She must be sick or something.” 

“We saw you leave with her, hyung,” Jungkook said, rolling her eyes. “We were there, remember?”

“Plus, you have been in a pissy mood since that day,” Hobi added. He shrugged when Namjoon looked at him in disbelief as if saying ‘Not you too’. 

Namjoon shook his head. “Nothing happened,” he said with an edge to his voice. When he spoke in that voice, everyone knew better than to mess with him. So, they quit trying to make him talk. What was he supposed to say anyway? That he wore his heart on his sleeve and you crushed it by downright rejecting him? That the world-famous IDOL got rejected by his own manager? 

He wasn’t too proud to admit that he did, but the wound was still fresh. The feeling of your lips still lingered on his. He knew he couldn’t have been the only one who imagined the passion that you shared. You wanted him too, right? Then why? Were you scared? He sighed, snapping his laptop shut aggressively before getting up. He muttered an excuse to the rest of the team as he walked out of the studio, making Yoongi and Jin share a worried look. 

—

You were scared. 

You knew you liked Namjoon, despite his aloof behaviour. You weren’t blind. You had seen the way he interacted and cared for everyone around him. You were attracted to him the moment he fought with the management to provide you an assistant. He thought you didn’t know but the management told you. 

 You started falling a little more when you noticed the extra chair he would always set up at the table, how he would pick fights whenever you would be with someone else but still never disrespected you, how he always made the maknaes make sure you reached home safely.

But you hadn’t expected to feel this intensely for him. When he had you in his arms, he was all you could think about and that scared you. You hadn’t felt like this before. You were ready to risk it all for him but you shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. You had worked so hard to be where you were today. You couldn’t throw it away for a man.

No, you wouldn’t. 

But you wanted to. Fuck, you wanted to. 

—

Namjoon let out a sigh, rubbing his neck. It was day five and you still hadn’t come to the office. It had caused utter chaos at work. The boys pretended like nothing was wrong, but he knew that they talked about him in hushed voices, worrying about him. The assistant was doing her best to make everything work but she wasn’t able to handle it. It wasn’t until now that they realized just how dependent they had become on you. 

He did his best to manage everything in your absence. He was the leader, after all. He would have to lead, no matter what. But Namjoon couldn’t care less about work right now. He wanted to see you, to know if you were okay. Everyone tried to reach out to you but you didn’t respond. You just disappeared. It was very unlike you. Even if you were on a leave, you would always reach out. Were you gone? 

His heart skipped a beat at the thought. No, you wouldn’t just leave, right? That was unreasonable. But what if you did? What then? 

A knock on the door of his studio pulled him out of his thoughts. “Come in,” he said, cracking his knuckles before going back to work on the beat. 

“Are you free?” 

He snapped his head in your direction the minute your sweet voice fell in his ears. “Y/N…” He called, surprised to see you standing there in front of him. He paused, was this a mirage? Was he imagining this? 

You stood there in your cream-colored loose blouse tucked into brown trouser pants. Your hair was set loose, falling over your shoulders. He was relieved to see that you looked healthy and well-rested. As bitter as he was, he didn’t want you to be sick. Whatever anger he had been feeling in the past couple of days melted right away when you gave him a small smile. “Hi,” you said. 

That irked him. “Hi?” he asked in disbelief, standing up from where you were sitting. You disappear for days and then say hi? 

“I know!” You rushed to explain. “I know. I’m a total dick for disappearing like that. I’m sorry.” 

He wasn’t sure how to proceed. He didn’t need your apology. He needed an explanation. What happened? Why did you leave? Did he do something wrong? Was he not good enough? “It’s fine,” he ended up saying. 

You shook your head. “No, it’s not. It’s never fine. You have every right to be upset with me.”

“I don’t want to be upset with you,” he said. “It’s fine. I get it. It’s too risky. It’s probably a smart thing to stay away.” 

“Yes, but that's the problem,” you said, walking towards him. “I don’t want to do the smart thing. I can’t stay away.” 

“What are you saying?” he asked, not daring to assume anything. He didn’t want to get hurt again.

“Namjoon,” you said so tenderly that he couldn’t help but reach for you. His hands rested on either side of your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks softly as he waited for you to continue. “I want to be with you.”

“Then why did you leave?” he asked, his voice unrecognizable to him. He had never sounded so dejected to his own ears before. 

“I was scared,” you admitted. “Namjoon,” you whispered as if you were letting him in on a secret, “I like you.”

He felt his smile stretch into a soft smile as he whispered back, “Shush, don’t let anyone hear you.”

You pulled away, glaring at him as you hit his chest for laughing. “I’m serious!”

You gasped when he pulled you against him, the humor gone from his eyes. It was replaced by something dark that both excited and scared you. “Are you?” he asked, his face inches away from him. She loved being this close to him. The feeling of his warm body against her, his spicy cologne, his hot breath… It was like he was all she could think of. She had never felt an attraction like this before. “Tell me something serious, then, doll,” he said, his eyes staring intensely into your own, “If I told you that I liked you from the moment I saw you, that I might be in love with you, that I want to marry you and have kids with you, that I want to grow old with you, would that scare you enough to run away again?”

You felt a very strong emotion hit you in your chest at his confession. “No,” you said. “I never want to run away again.” 

“Are you sure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m giving you a chance to leave. Go and we will forget this happened but if you stay, you stay forever. This isn’t a one-time thing.”

You felt tears pool in your eyes as you stared at him. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. It was never a one-time thing for me.”

“It won’t be easy.”

“I know,” you agreed. “Now shut up and kiss me again.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He brought your face up, making you go on your toes, and smashed your lips against his. You reached for his T-shirt, pulling it towards you so that there was no space between you. Taking his bottom lip in yours and sucking on it, you put your hands in his hair. He moaned against your lips, grabbing your hips and pushing you onto the top of the studio table. 

Pushing your head back, he attacked your neck with aggressive little kisses, littering it with love bites. You threw your head back and moaned when his thumb came to play with your hardened nipples through your blouse. You rolled your hips against his pelvis. He growled when you rubbed yourself against his hard length, grabbing your jaw and kissing you breathlessly. 

You pulled his shirt over the top of his head, and all conscience flew out the window when his hard chest and ripped muscles came into view. You passed a hand through his chest, staring at him lustfully. You had seen him shirtless on multiple occasions but this was the first time you had let yourself openly stare at him. 

But he had other plans. He pushed your blouse open, a few buttons flying off, making you gasp. “Fuck, you make me wanna do bad things to you,” he confessed as he fondled your breasts roughly. They always drove him up the wall. He took one of the nipples in his mouth, nipping on it. You humped against him helplessly, whimpering with need.  

“Do them,” you said, “God, do bad things then.” 

“Fuck, I will fucking ruin you,” he said, turning you around and pulling your pants off your legs. He released a string of curses when he saw how wet you were, rubbing his covered length against your dripping core. You moaned, and the rough texture of the cloth felt amazing against your clit. He grabbed both your hands and held them behind your back as he continued rubbing against you. He pushed your legs apart wider and pressed harder against the bundle of nerves. 

You whined, gasping out his name. He loved that. He loved hearing you sound so broken with need. “Yes, baby? Something you need?” He asked. His voice was so sweet, nobody would be able to guess just how he was torturing you. 

“Fuck me!” You begged. “Please!”

“Fuck you?” He asked, almost condescendingly. “Fuck you where? Here?” He asked, pressing his fingers against your dripping hole. 

“Yes!” You screamed out, pushing your hips back. You needed him inside you. But he didn’t give in. He simply pressed the flat of his palm against your core, letting you rut against his hand till you felt your legs shiver as you came, crying his name. 

He suddenly decided that this was the perfect time to end your torture. He turned you around and pushed your legs up to your chest. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his throbbing cock out. Without wasting any more time, he speared the precum all over the tip, taking a packet of condom out and wrapping it over his length before pushing it inside you. 

You screamed in absolute bliss. He was so big that there was barely any space to move. He bent over you for a moment, giving you a long kiss. “I love you,” he confessed. 

“God, I love you, too,” you said before he pulled all the way out and pushed back in. He continued slowly but deeply thrusting into you before he decided the foreplay was over. 

He grabbed your hips, got on his feet again, and started pounding into you. He loved the little screams of pleasure that you were making as he fucked your tiny hole. You pushed your legs further apart, feeling light-headed from the pleasure. You completely let go, staring at him as he worked his body. Sweat dripped down his forehead, to his exposed chest as he moved his pelvis back and forth quite forcefully. You closed your eyes and groaned when he hit your spot. “Right there,” you gasped, losing yourself to the various sensations that he was subjecting you to. “I’m about to cum!”

He moaned when he felt you clench around him. He was so close. “Fuck,” he cursed when you came around his dick. It was enough to push him over the edge. With your name on his lips, he finished inside you, shooting rope after rope of cum inside the condom. 

You both lay there for a moment, just catching your breath. When you looked at each other again, you both knew you made the right decision. 

—

“So, we are dating,” you announced to the boys as their leader sat next to you, holding your hand in his. He smiled at you reassuringly when you looked his way. You were nervous, to say the least. You knew that the boys, especially Jin and Yoongi, weren't a fan of the two of you getting together but you both had decided. You were going to date, come what may. 

You weren’t going to let the society or media decide what you should or should not do. Nobody should be made to choose between their career and love. If you succumb to the system now, people after you will have to do the same. Someone had to make it stop. 

To your surprise, both of them shook their heads, chuckling softly. “I’m so glad that you are,” Jin said. “This man was insufferable in your absence.”

“You aren’t mad?” Namjoon asked, clearly taken aback. “I thought you didn’t approve.”

“We didn’t approve of you two hooking up,” Yoongi said. “But that doesn’t mean we are against love. We understand.”

The minute they both confirmed that they were fine, everyone visibly relaxed. “Well, about time!” Taehyung commented. 

“Seriously, hyung was being such a dick!” Jungkook complained. 

“Okay, that’s enough!” Namjoon said. “Y/N has a lot of work to do. She has to go now.”

“I do?” You asked, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Yes, you do,” he said, looking at you pointedly. 

You bit your lip to hide the smile that was creeping up on your face. You loved it when he used that voice on you. You wanted him to talk to you like that while he was nested in between your legs. There was something seriously wrong with you. You just had sex. You couldn’t possibly want him again. 

“Ew,” Jimin said, watching the two of you flirting with each other. “It’s like watching your parents have sex,” he added with a shudder. 

“You know what?” Your boyfriend turned to Jimin, looking ready to fight him.

#kim namjoon #namjoon #bts smut #bts

[gukkie01]

Pair: demon! Jimin x human! Fem reader

Rating/Genre: 18+, demon au, smut, attempt at humour, oneshot

Words count: 6 178

Warning: explicit content, chocking, blood kink, demon Jimin although he’s the coolest demon you’ll ever meet, stupid and shy Y/n, penetrative sex, dirty talking, praise kink, light degradation, unprotected sex but like he’s a demon so…

Summary: Y/n was having a normal Friday night until she thought it would be smart to try and summon a demon. Too bad it worked.

Note: it’s been months since I’ve written any fanfic and this is my first time on here. Hope you guys will like it. Loved writing this one! Also sorry for any typos :(

💞 quick little reminder that comments and likes are appreciated 🥹. Enjoy! 💞

Night of Evil

Many would say demons didn’t exist. And maybe that’s what you’d say. But everyone was curious, right? And you just so happened to give into your curiosity. Thus explaining why you were currently sat on the dark wooden floor of your bedroom, candles lit and forming a circle around you. You were crossed-legged with your phone in front of you.

You knew this was ridiculous. I mean, demons didn’t exist. Obviously. But somehow, all those shows and movies you’ve watched convinced you to try. You weren’t even sure if you were going at it the right way. Did you even need candles? A book with spells?

You had watched a video—more like a dozen—explaining in detail how to summon a demon. They were clear, the only problem being that each and every single one of them were different.

Draw a white circle and stand up in the middle. Chant your spell out loud with your eyes closed, alone with your stick of incense waving in the air.

Light candles around you and say your spell out loud. Do not step out of the candles.

Cleanse yourself and throw salt around you (wasn’t salt supposed to push demons away?) and put a stick of incense near you. Sing your spell and the demon shall appear.

You were almost a hundred percent that all of it was bullshit. If demons did really exist, there would be only one way to make them appear, right? Even so, you closed your phone and pushed it out of your circles of candles. You had memorized your spell and were ready to say it out loud, although nervous.

It was stupid, really. But your brain couldn’t help but ask what if it worked? What would happen then? What would it look like? You were sure that in any case, you would probably shit your pants. Having a demon in your house, looking scary or not, was not a normal-everyday occurrence.

After a long shaky intake of breath, you looked around you one last time before closing your eyes. You decided that it would be better this way. If it got to the point where it actually worked, you preferred having some time before having to see it. Otherwise, you’d surely have a heart attack.

“Te invoco a profundus inferni... (From the deepest hell I summon thee...)” your voice was probably too weak and you remembered on a particular website, it had said to use your deepest commanding voice. Awkwardly, you cleared your throat before continuing the incantation, this time, straightening your back and lifting your chin up, trying so desperately to look confident although it was obvious you were nervous.

“ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me! (to likewise bind them before me!)”You breathed in again. There was only a sentence left. You had to admit, your Latin was bad. Very bad. You weren’t even sure how it was supposed to sound like but there was one thing you knew, you were doing terribly. If you’d succeed in summoning a demon, he’d probably laugh in your face the minute he’d appear.

With a last deep breath, you whispered the last sentence, “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae! (Demon, submit yourself unto my bidding!)” You waited. One second, two, three and then four but nothing. Not one sound, except for the occasional ruffling of your curtains. You prayed your eyes open, extremely slowly and looked around. Nothing. Your bedroom was empty. Nothing had changed from before. No one was here. Not even a shadow.

Despite the immediate relief washing over your entire body, there was this little ounce of disappointment buried deep inside. You were a sucker for horror/paranormal movies. Deep down, you knew that you’d have liked to see a demon.

And just thinking that way made you snort at your own naivety. How stupid were you to even hope for one second that a demon would actually appear? Very stupid, that was for sure.

With a little sigh, you turned around, reaching for your mobile that laid in the same spot you had left it earlier. You had texted your best friend a couple of minutes before your ritual, promising to text her right after. You didn’t want to have to admit to her that once again, you got a little too excited and that of course, not one fricking demon appeared.

You swiped your thumb across the screen all the while getting up on your feet. You walked out, looking in your contacts until your eyes fell on the familiar nickname you’d given your friend. Fav dumbo <3. Now was the time to admit that you should have listened to her and that she was right. These days, she was always right. It frustrated you, especially considering she would always bet on it too. And that made you lose money every damn time.

You: you were right. No demon :(

Fav dumbo <3: aww, poor baby. We’ll get candies later and binge watch every of your favorite horror movies.

Candies. That sounded nice.

You: you’re paying for them candies tho.

Fav dumbo <3: yeah yeah

Smiling, you retracted into the kitchen, knowing exactly where it was without even lifting your eyes from your phone. Nights of sleep-walking into the kitchen for Oreos made you an expert. You knew each square inch of this house.

“Stupid demons. Of course they don’t exist. They’re all just~”

“Stupid demons? Excuse me?” Okay what the fuck was that voice. Surely it came straight from your brain because what the hell? Deep and sultry with a tad bit of sass. Who was it?

Slowly, painfully slowly, you raised your eyes away from your cell phone. You didn’t have to search for long. The owner of that statement stood right in front of you, probably four feet away. Which was not far at all. Too close actually.

He was not much taller than you, yet his height wasn’t what intimidated you. It was the way his eyes—dark and with a deepness you never saw before—stared right into yours, as if he was forcing himself inside. It made shivers break out across your skin, everywhere. You suddenly felt so uncomfortable, small under his heavy gaze.

He had pale skin and if you didn’t know better, you’d be worried at how sick he looked. It was almost translucent. He had a thin yet long scar that went from the right corner of his forehead to the bottom of his left cheek. He was very, very fucking beautiful. Ethereal really. But so damn scary. Who was he? A voice inside of you gave you an answer, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it.

This guy couldn’t be a demon. No way.

You remembered thinking earlier that if you’d see a demon, you’d shit your pants and scream until your lungs had no air but now, now you couldn’t find it in you. You weren’t even sure why. Part of you was scared but the other part, the bigger, wider one was in total awe.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” His voice, a little less deep this time, snapped you right out of your thoughts. You knew you had been ogling at him for far too long now. You cleared your throat, not an idea on what to say next. He frowned, cocking his head to the side. “Are you mute? Clearly, you could talk when you summoned me earlier.” He had this hint of annoyance in his voice.

Your heart was louder and faster by the minute. You were frozen. Too lost in your own thoughts.

“You’re a—who are you?” You asked, slipping your phone in the side pocket of your shorts. He snorted and took one step closer. You took one back. “I’m Jimin, nice to meet you.” He said, reaching his hand forward. It took you an embarrassing amount of time to realize he wanted to shake hands and even then, you hesitated. “What? I’m not venomous.”

He sighed and retracted his hand, looking around. “Nice house. The nicest I’ve seen in a long time,” he walked back, turning his back to you as he let his hand wander around your kitchen. His arm was veiny. So veiny, it seemed like his veins would pop out any minute. You gulped the little lump in your throat, fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

Were you supposed to say something, do something? A couple of minutes ago, you didn’t even know demons truly existed!

“Why are you nervous? I won’t bite you,” he said as he turned to you, “yet.” You gasped. Literally gasped. Did he say that on purpose? Did demons eat humans? You were not only nervous now, but scared to the point where you could barely stand straight. Almost shitting your pants. Jimin looked visibly pleased at your reaction, seeing the little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Which were the plumpest lips you’ve ever seen. And now you couldn’t look elsewhere.

“Don’t worry, I don’t eat humans. Not very tasty.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes and focused on something else. Like the fact that he seemed to know each of your thoughts since earlier.

“Can you read minds?” You asked, a feeling of pride filling you when you were able to muster a complete sentence without stuttering.

Jimin smiled and shook his head. “You’re not very discreet and you’re easy to read. For example, I know you can’t stop staring at my lips.” Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Were you that obvious, that stupid? Your cheeks heated up and you looked away, not able to hold his eyes any longer. “Sorry,” you muttered under your breath.

“If you wanna taste ‘em, all you gotta do is ask.”

What the hell? Not only was he a sarcastic sexy little piece of shit, but he was a tease too! If you could, you’d wipe his grin off of his face. Too bad you didn’t have the courage to.

“So,” he started, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Why did you summon me?” Good question. And you didn’t have an answer to that. Why did people summon demons? How could a demon possibly give you what you needed? You were confused and Jimin seemed to see right through you.

“Some people summon me to listen to them although it’s the most boring shit I’ve had to go through. Others want me to take care of some… people for them and then, my favorite people, need something a little more personal.”

You frowned curiously. “Personal?”

“Well, intimate if that explains it better.” Intimate… Did Jimin mean sex? Demons could have sex? To say you were confused now was a complete understatement.

“You have a dick?” Sometimes, in particular moments, you found out that it was better for you to keep your mouth shut. In most of these moments, it had been too late and before you knew it, you’d say something stupid that would’ve been better left unsaid. And now seemed to be one of those moments where the words left your mouth before your brain could process them.

Jimin bursted into a fit of laughter. And goddamn, you never knew demons could have such angelic yet attractive laugh. It made you want to record it and fall asleep to it.

And this was your first mistake because now you couldn’t stop thinking about his wide smile and contagious laugh. Could demons cast humans in a spell? Did they have superpowers? You were sure that Jimin must have done some super-top-secret-demons spell on you because your entire brain was high on him. His face, his voice, his oh-so-veiny hands and the way he held himself.

“Actually, I do have a dick although some say that it’s better than the real thing.” The last part of his words came in a deeper voice an octave lower, flying right to you and hitting your strong. It was almost as if you heard it right beside your ears, making goosebumps erupt through your body.

Deep in thoughts, you hadn’t even realized that Jimin had gotten closer to you. He walked slowly and without any sound. In no time, he was right in front of you, maybe a foot separating you two. His face up-close was more beautiful. His skin had no sign of imperfections. His lips were more rosy from where you stood and you couldn’t help but bite your own.

Jimin caught in because the grin widening on his face was teasing and knowing. He knew the effect he had on you. Of course he knew. He was probably used to it. Used to making everyone drop to their knees in front of him. It was hard to believe that he was even a demon. His beauty fell more under the definition of an angel. But he was a little snake. That much you knew.

He quirked an eyebrow, still looking down at you. “So, how can I help?” He asked again with his teasing smile curving up his lips. His body was close to you. Way too close. It blurred all rational thoughts because all that went through your mind was how good it would feel to have his hands over you or his soft lips devouring your own.

Despite standing up, you stuck your legs together, an uncomfortable and foreign feeling setting itself in your crotch.

Jimin saw, just like he seemed to be able to see everything. He took a little step closer, looking down at your legs. “Seems like you’re having a little problem down there,” he mumbles, licking his bottom lips. They looked so fucking soft and plump and good. You seriously had to control yourself because it was slowly becoming embarrassing how much effect he had on you.

You didn’t answer his words. You couldn’t. Your voice was hidden deep in your throat, stuck there.

“Mind if I help?” Jimin asked in a softer tone this time. Your heart dropped. Literally. It busted out of your chest and a weird kind of warmth took over your body. Something exciting that made you giddy inside. The rational part of you screamed no but you were never the type of girl to stay reasonable. Despite being shy most of your goddamn life, you loved chaos.

And maybe this little thing between you and Jimin would lead to chaos.

That’s all you needed to nod your head with a muffled sound that was meant to be “yes”.

Jimin had a bright and broad smile brightening his face. He knew you’d give in. “Lead me to your room, kitten.” Oh my gosh. Kitten. Of course he had to say that. As if his existence alone wasn’t enough to make you a horny and stuttering mess, he had to call you kitten. He had to make it harder to resist jumping on him and kissing the life out of you both.

Ok, maybe you were going a little far. Maybe you were more horny than you thought. But you blamed that one on Jimin.

After a minute or two in silence, you shook the thoughts out of your head as much as you could and turned around, not before feeling Jimin’s warm hand clasp around your wrist softly. You took a deep breath to calm your heart that you were surprised still resided in your chest and walked to your bedroom. It was at the end of a small hallway so it wasn’t long before you stopped in front of your entrance.

The candles forming a circle were still intact on the floor. It made you wonder where Jimin had appeared but those questions flew out the window, the second Jimin’s hand pressed on your waist and you could feel his body heat mere millimeters away from your back.

“Such a beautiful room. May I enter?” His sudden politeness didn’t calm you, if only made you more weak in the knees. You nodded your head and stepped away so he could come in. He placed delicate and soundless steps on the floor and it was only then that you realized that he was barefoot. It made your eyes trail further up to the skinny black jeans adorning the thickest thighs you had ever seen.

Gosh, every time you looked at him, it only made you want him more, despite the voice in your head repeating, he’s a demon, he’s a demon, he’s a demon.

Jimin glanced around one last time before settling his eyes on you, a wide wicked smile on his face. One that sent shivers up and down your spine. He walked up to you and stopped when he was close enough that you were breathing each other’s breath, which in other words meant, extremely fucking close.

He lifted his right arm and let it trail along your arms. You were almost shaking under his touch, on the verge of begging for him to stop teasing and take you right now.

He stopped his hand at the hem of your crop top, meeting your gaze as if asking is it okay? You nodded, and you didn’t once look away as his fingers wrapped around the fabric of your t-shirt. You sucked in a long sharp breath as he slipped it off of your skin. His eyes darkened and he licked his lips as if mentally devouring your upper body.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled, his fingers traced invisible patterns along your stomach and he stopped at your bra. He unclipped it and let it fall on the floor. His thumb grazed your nipple slightly, as if it never touched it in the first place and this time, you couldn’t stop a moan from escaping your lips, even as you kept them shut in a tight line.

Jimin smiled triumphantly and he let his arm fall on his side. “Go lay on your bed, kitten.” He demanded but it left no room for argument. You gave him a little nod and laid on your back, trying to let the tension slip away. Jimin was being so soft, the opposite of how you thought he’d act.

You arched your back when he turned around, purposely trying to make your breasts pop more. Jimin muttered a small “tsk” along with “such a little slut for me, hm?”. It shouldn’t have made your heart beat this fast and a whine leave your lips but you couldn’t stop it. You never thought you’d like being degraded by anyone but with Jimin, it sounded so good.

You shut your legs together and Jimin didn’t fail to notice. He lifted one of his eyebrows teasingly, grasping his entire hand around your thigh. “Someone likes being called a slut, I see.” His voice was mocking and although normally you didn’t like feeling humiliated, you breathed in his words welcomely.

His fingers stroked the bare skin of your thighs, squeezing the flesh so tight you groaned but the pain felt good. He snorted and pulled your shorts down very slowly, letting you some time to react and push him away.

But you didn’t. You wanted him to go further. “Stop teasing, please. Take it off,” you whined, biting your lips and looking down as Jimin stopped his movements. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Ah sweetie, one thing you have to know is that you never tell me what to do, hm?” His voice wasn’t harsh but he made sure his words were clear. You nodded your head and muttered a pathetic “sorry”.

His face instantly softened and his right hand fell on your cheek. His thumb found your lower lip, playing with it and pulling it down slowly.

“It’s okay, kitten, but don’t you think you deserve to be punished for that?”

You shook your head. No. No, you didn’t want to be punished. In the multiple erotica books you’ve read, punishment often came as spanking or orgasm denial. You didn’t want that.

“No? I think you deserve a little punishment. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.”

You whimpered when he took a seat between your legs, pushing your thighs away from one another. The cold air immediately hit your clothed core, and chills ran all over you. Jimin rubbed his thumb over your panties, adding some pressure but stopping right away once he heard you moan. You frowned but you knew better than to go against him.

He slipped off your panties so slowly, you had to groan to stop yourself from begging him even more.

When he saw you trying to squeeze your thighs shut together, he grasped them and pushed them away, sitting himself in between. “Let me see that beautiful cunt of yours. Don’t be shy,” he said and lowered his head right between you.

His hot breath fanned over your whole crotch area and it elicited a loud, “Fuck, Jimin,” out of you.

“So fucking beautiful, kitten,” he mumbled, “I feel honoured that I get to see that.” He licked a strap of your skin, right beside your pussy. His tongue was hot and heavy on you but it was the best feeling ever. His hand moved until it rested on your inner thigh and suddenly, without any warning, he dug his nails into your skin.

You screeched, trying to get away from him but his hold was too strong. “What the hell?” You asked, trying to sit up but in your current position, it was impossible.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. It’ll be quick. Just a little punishment to make sure you never tell me what to do again, okay?” He asked although you knew it wasn’t really a question. “Okay,” you softly said.

Jimin’s smile made it all worth it the second his nails cut through your skin. You couldn’t even understand how his short nail could cut this deep but the feeling of his tongue suddenly sucking onto your clit distracted you.

“Oh god,” you moaned, throwing your head back and arching your back when he sucked on it again. You cried a little when his grip on your inner thigh became stronger and that his nail went deeper. A warm feeling drooling down your skin let you know that you were bleeding.

You were fucking bleeding.

Jimin didn’t seem to mind the blood. In fact, it seemed to get him more into it as he thrusted his tongue into your cunt. He pulled away as soon as you moaned, keeping his nails deep in. “Look at all of this blood,” he said in awe, “isn’t it gorgeous?”

You didn’t answer and simply watched incredulously when he licked the warm liquid on his tongue and entered you again. It was so warm and so damn good that you had to slap your hand across your mouth, stopping yourself from screaming.

Jimin pulled away from your crotch, glancing up at you with the most predator set of eyes you’d ever seen. “Let me hear you pretty moans, kitten. Don’t stop yourself.” You keened, shaking slightly at the pain that surged through you as more blood fell down your thigh.

“Your thigh look so fucking gorgeous bathing in your blood.” He mumbled more to himself as he cut another strap of skin. You cried again this time because goddamn did it hurt.

“Please, Jimin. Stop. Please.” You didn’t care that you were begging him and you cared even less that you were going against his words from earlier. It hurted and all you wanted was for him to fuck you. Not cut you until you were fucking bleeding.

“Since you’re begging for me so nicely, I’ll stop.” You sighed in relief but hissed when he licked the blood off of your skin. It was sensitive and it burned slightly. He pulled himself over you, his face so close to yours, you could count his lashes.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, staring right into your eyes. You hesitated a bit. You had barely kissed people before, the few of them being quite messy. But under Jimin’s hungry gaze, you couldn’t bring yourself to disagree or let your insecurities take over.

You wrapped your hand around his neck and crashed your lips against his. It was messy at first, but very quickly, Jimin took control and tilted your head to the side, deepening the kiss. It was quite different from every other kiss you’ve had in the past. It was no doubt better and hungrier and… tasted like blood?

You widened your eyes, meeting Jimin’s opened ones as he smirked against your lips.

“What was that?” You asked, wiping your hand against your lips, furrowing your eyebrows. Jimin simply grinned, licking his own lips and humming. “It was the last part of your punishment. But now, I think my little kitten deserves a reward.”

Your heart thumped inside your chest and you almost purred at his words. Finally.

Jimin pushed you further into the mattress, hovering over you and hooking his legs on both sides of your waist, sticking you there. You couldn’t move much but honestly, you loved it so fucking much.

You felt a little dizzy. From your denied orgasm to your bleeding inner thigh to your want for Jimin so big it couldn’t be described in words, your head was extremely dizzy.

You looked down, suddenly realizing that Jimin was still very much dressed. It was too many clothes in your opinion. “Take it off, please,” you asked sheepishly, refusing to meet Jimin’s eyes. He chuckled and undid the buttons of his silver dress shirt. He was almost doing it teasingly.

When his dress shirt was finally off, you felt like the air was knocked right out of your lungs. Jimin’s body was fucking prefect, heavenly proportionned. His stomach was adorned with abs although looking quite lean at a certain angle. It glowed and all you wanted was to lick every inch of his chest.

“Like what you see?”

“Very much,” you replied back, surprising yourself at how quick it left your lips. Since earlier, you had barley muttered any words and Jimin seemed to realize it as well, seeing as he arched his eyebrows.

He opted for another of his infamous smirks and slipped off his pants and you literally drooled at the sight of his clothed bulge.

He hovered back over you and this time, you didn’t stop yourself, running your hands around his entire body and feeling each muscle, each bone and little scars that were invisible to the eye.

“Better?” He asked, groaning when you squeezed his pecs. “Yes, so much better.”

He took both of your hands and wrapped his own around your wrists, placing them on top of your head. He looked around and snatched a t-shirt from the floor. He wrapped it swiftly around your wrists and let them go.

He smiled and snuggled his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, kitten. Until you can’t even remember your own name, until all you’ll know is how good my cock is buried deep inside your pretty little cunt.”

You moaned, loving the way his dirty words heaved into the air and made their way to your ears. He bit a spot under your jaw, and he only stopped when it was bright red.

“I’ll mark every single square inch of your body until you can’t see the skin anymore. How would you like that?”

You closed your eyes, arching your back until your breasts made contact with his own chest. “Please, yes. Ruin me. Use me, please, Jimin.” Your words seemed to trigger something in Jimin’s brain as suddenly, he slammed his lips against your own almost forcefully. You moaned when he practically shoved his tongue deep until it almost reached the back of your throat.

You needed air but you didn’t dare to pull away, loving the way Jimin’s tongue swirled around your own, touching the roof of your mouth. Gosh he was so fucking good at this.

“Who taught my little kitten those filthy words, hm?” He asked after pulling away and regaining his breath. His eyes were so dark and full of lust and want. It was hard to look away. Maybe he had really casted a spell on you because you didn’t see yourself stopping him any time soon. He could do whatever he wanted with you and you’d gladly let him.

His right hand covered your cheek, stroking the skin softly and biting his lower lip. He let his hand roam lower until it reached your neck and his thumb rubbed against the middle until it wrapped around your entire neck. His hand was big enough that it covered the entire skin.

“Is it okay, kitten? Do you like my hand around your neck, like that?” He asked, his voice an octave lower and making something in the pit of your stomach tightening.

You nodded your head, whispering a soft, “yes”. And it wasn’t a lie. The weight of his calloused but gentle hand wrapped around your neck was oddly comforting, and undoubtedly extremely exciting. Knowing he could snap the life out of you by adding a little more pressure, made your wetness drip down your thighs.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin who arched his eyebrows in interest.

“Are you turned on by this? Do you want me to fuck you with my hand around your throat until you barely breath?” Gosh, his words were not good for you. Every little word leaving his mouth made you wetter and wetter, the excitement inside of you becoming unbearable. You needed him so bad.

“Yes, fuck yeah.”

“As you wish.” His smile was wide, and an ounce of excitement and desire was hidden in his eyes. The thought of him wanting you as much as you wanted him earned a moan out of you.

With his free hand, he ran it down your cleavage, rubbing and pinching your nipples until they were swollen. He took in a sharp breath as his hand moved lower and it stopped just between your thighs. He ran his fingers along your slick and retracted his hand, placing it before your mouth.

“You’re so fucking wet, kitten.” He said, rubbing some of it on your lips. Through hooded eyes, you saw his fingers pry open your mouth, ordering a small, “suck”.

You opened your mouth wide enough for two of his fingers to insert themselves inside and sucked on them until your jaw ached. Even then, you didn’t stop, enjoying Jimin’s devouring gaze on you. He lifted his chin slightly, running his tongue over his bottom lip and grinding against your crotch, eliciting a loud moan out of you.

Jimin didn’t stop there. He kept grinding down on you, rolling his hips slightly, as if he was trying to get inside of you through the fabric of his boxers. His groans were pure heaven. He sounded so good and arousing and fucking hot.

And his cock, fucking hell. You felt just how hard he was and it made your arch your back until Jimin’s finger slipped out of your mouth and your chest was stuck entirely against his.

He slipped his hand once again between your thighs, rubbing one of his fingers on your clit.

“Ah, Jimin. I need m-more, please~” you moaned again and again and again as he entered two of his fingers swiftly inside. Your saliva on them eased the way in and the sound it made was obscure.

“You want more, kitten?” You nodded rapidly, getting more impatient as the minutes passed and as your orgasm neared. “You know what you have to do for it. Beg like the hood girl you are, hm?” Beg. For him, you’d throw yourself on your knees if it meant that you would get fucked stupid into oblivion.

“Please, Jimin, fuck me. Use me. Please, I need it.” You were whining at this point, wiggling under Jimin’s body, trying to get more friction against your aching pussy. Jimin’s face brightened once he heard your words. He looked so proud.

“That’s my perfect little kitten. Begging so cutely for my cock.” With one hand around your throat and the other at the waistband of his boxers, he pulled them down slowly until his cock sprung out, almost hitting his lower abdomen. He hissed at the contact of the cold air on his length, biting onto his lips.

You were wide-eyed, unable to look away. Jimin’s cock was so thick and veiny, you could see one big vein that went from his shaft to the tip, pulsating. He was big and oh god, you couldn’t wait until it was pounding inside of you.

“Please, need it inside of me.” You looked up at him and for a moment, you could swear Jimin’s eyes flashed red. It was slightly disconcerting but the feeling of his tip rubbing on your inner thighs distracted you. You glanced down just as Jimin was stroking his dick slowly, rubbing saliva around it.

Not once did he look away, supporting himself on the bed with his knees. “Wrap yourself around me, sweetie,” he asked and you obliged, moaning when you felt his cock between your thighs.

You were nervous but mostly excited. So fucking needy for him to just slip inside of you and fuck you good.

Jimin seemed to see right through you once more as he let go of his cock, positioning himself in front of your entrance. “I’m finally gonna fuck my little kitten like she deserves.”

“Fuck yes, oh god, please.”

You closed your eyes when he entered the tip inside, arching your back and intertwining your fingers in the sheets. Jimin’s free hand hooked under your chin harshly. “Open your eyes. Look how well you take my cock.”

You opened your eyes, whimpering when you saw his length disappearing between your folds, hitting so deep you could barely make any sounds. You walls were tight around him, taking him so fucking well.

Jimin was looking less controlled now. His head was thrown back with his eyes closed and the arm that was holding your throat was shaking but the grip still didn’t falter. He looked so fucking perfect, you had to stop yourself from reaching out to his face and run your fingers over his features.

The faces he made every time he slammed back inside of you were obscene and you found yourself immensely happy that you got to witness it. You were the one he was fuckjng and calling kitten. He was choking you, fucking you.

Just thinking about it made the knot in your stomach tighten until it was unbearable, until you were so close it hurt. Jimin’s hand wrapped around your neck didn’t help. But the pain mixed so well with the pleasure, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“My little kitten is enjoying this, isn’t she? You love my cock so much, huh?”

“Yes, yes I love it. You fuck me so well~” every tiny praises you gave him made him go faster, harder as if he was making it his personal mission to make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk after this. Not that you minded. You liked knowing that every step you’d take would remind you of tonight.

“Jimin~” You mumbled, throwing your head back when a particular hit from him seemed to find the exact spot that made you lose your mind. “I’m so close. Please, let me come.”

Hearing you beg like that surprised Jimin but it was quickly taken over by an expression of smugness. “You’re behaving like such a perfect little kitten. How could I refuse?”

You smiled, feeling your climax getting nearer and nearer, until it was hard to breathe. You knew Jimin was getting close as well. His grip around your throat only seemed to get tighter. Soon, you knew you wouldn’t be able to breathe but knowing that the last thing you would see was jimin on top of you, fucking the life out of you, made you much more relaxed about it.

“I’m close too, kitten. You’re taking me so well, fuck, I can’t keep it in anymore,” he growled, literally, before his legs started to shake slightly and his hands got more loose on your neck. You took a deep breath before you could feel Jimin’s cum filling you up to the brim.

You whined as he kept riding his high, stopping only when he knew you had come too. He could feel it drip down your inner thighs.

He pulled out slowly and you wiggled a little bit, uncomfortable as you felt Jimin’s seed dripping out of your cunt. He cursed under his breath, pulling his hair back. “Wish I had a butt plug so I could keep my cum inside. I want you to stay full, kitten.” He said at the same time he got up.

You were laying down, catching your breath and looking at Jimin. He stood up, and naked like that, goddamn, he looked perfect, like a fucking god that you wanted to bow to.

He looked at you with a little grin and flushed cheeks. “I’ll be right back, sweetie. Gotta clean us up.”

And it was only then that it dawned upon you that you just had sex with a fucking demon.

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Pair: demon! Jimin x human! Fem reader

Rating/Genre: 18+, demon au, smut, attempt at humour, oneshot

Words count: 6 178

Warning: explicit content, chocking, blood kink, demon Jimin although he’s the coolest demon you’ll ever meet, stupid and shy Y/n, penetrative sex, dirty talking, praise kink, light degradation, unprotected sex but like he’s a demon so…

Summary: Y/n was having a normal Friday night until she thought it would be smart to try and summon a demon. Too bad it worked.

Note: it’s been months since I’ve written any fanfic and this is my first time on here. Hope you guys will like it. Loved writing this one! Also sorry for any typos :(

💞 quick little reminder that comments and likes are appreciated 🥹. Enjoy! 💞

Night of Evil

Many would say demons didn’t exist. And maybe that’s what you’d say. But everyone was curious, right? And you just so happened to give into your curiosity. Thus explaining why you were currently sat on the dark wooden floor of your bedroom, candles lit and forming a circle around you. You were crossed-legged with your phone in front of you.

You knew this was ridiculous. I mean, demons didn’t exist. Obviously. But somehow, all those shows and movies you’ve watched convinced you to try. You weren’t even sure if you were going at it the right way. Did you even need candles? A book with spells?

You had watched a video—more like a dozen—explaining in detail how to summon a demon. They were clear, the only problem being that each and every single one of them were different.

Draw a white circle and stand up in the middle. Chant your spell out loud with your eyes closed, alone with your stick of incense waving in the air.

Light candles around you and say your spell out loud. Do not step out of the candles.

Cleanse yourself and throw salt around you (wasn’t salt supposed to push demons away?) and put a stick of incense near you. Sing your spell and the demon shall appear.

You were almost a hundred percent that all of it was bullshit. If demons did really exist, there would be only one way to make them appear, right? Even so, you closed your phone and pushed it out of your circles of candles. You had memorized your spell and were ready to say it out loud, although nervous.

It was stupid, really. But your brain couldn’t help but ask what if it worked? What would happen then? What would it look like? You were sure that in any case, you would probably shit your pants. Having a demon in your house, looking scary or not, was not a normal-everyday occurrence.

After a long shaky intake of breath, you looked around you one last time before closing your eyes. You decided that it would be better this way. If it got to the point where it actually worked, you preferred having some time before having to see it. Otherwise, you’d surely have a heart attack.

“Te invoco a profundus inferni... (From the deepest hell I summon thee...)” your voice was probably too weak and you remembered on a particular website, it had said to use your deepest commanding voice. Awkwardly, you cleared your throat before continuing the incantation, this time, straightening your back and lifting your chin up, trying so desperately to look confident although it was obvious you were nervous.

“ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me! (to likewise bind them before me!)”You breathed in again. There was only a sentence left. You had to admit, your Latin was bad. Very bad. You weren’t even sure how it was supposed to sound like but there was one thing you knew, you were doing terribly. If you’d succeed in summoning a demon, he’d probably laugh in your face the minute he’d appear.

With a last deep breath, you whispered the last sentence, “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae! (Demon, submit yourself unto my bidding!)” You waited. One second, two, three and then four but nothing. Not one sound, except for the occasional ruffling of your curtains. You prayed your eyes open, extremely slowly and looked around. Nothing. Your bedroom was empty. Nothing had changed from before. No one was here. Not even a shadow.

Despite the immediate relief washing over your entire body, there was this little ounce of disappointment buried deep inside. You were a sucker for horror/paranormal movies. Deep down, you knew that you’d have liked to see a demon.

And just thinking that way made you snort at your own naivety. How stupid were you to even hope for one second that a demon would actually appear? Very stupid, that was for sure.

With a little sigh, you turned around, reaching for your mobile that laid in the same spot you had left it earlier. You had texted your best friend a couple of minutes before your ritual, promising to text her right after. You didn’t want to have to admit to her that once again, you got a little too excited and that of course, not one fricking demon appeared.

You swiped your thumb across the screen all the while getting up on your feet. You walked out, looking in your contacts until your eyes fell on the familiar nickname you’d given your friend. Fav dumbo <3. Now was the time to admit that you should have listened to her and that she was right. These days, she was always right. It frustrated you, especially considering she would always bet on it too. And that made you lose money every damn time.

You: you were right. No demon :(

Fav dumbo <;3: aww, poor baby. We’ll get candies later and binge watch every of your favorite horror movies.

Candies. That sounded nice.

You: you’re paying for them candies tho.

Fav dumbo <;3: yeah yeah

Smiling, you retracted into the kitchen, knowing exactly where it was without even lifting your eyes from your phone. Nights of sleep-walking into the kitchen for Oreos made you an expert. You knew each square inch of this house.

“Stupid demons. Of course they don’t exist. They’re all just~”

“Stupid demons? Excuse me?” Okay what the fuck was that voice. Surely it came straight from your brain because what the hell? Deep and sultry with a tad bit of sass. Who was it?

Slowly, painfully slowly, you raised your eyes away from your cell phone. You didn’t have to search for long. The owner of that statement stood right in front of you, probably four feet away. Which was not far at all. Too close actually.

He was not much taller than you, yet his height wasn’t what intimidated you. It was the way his eyes—dark and with a deepness you never saw before—stared right into yours, as if he was forcing himself inside. It made shivers break out across your skin, everywhere. You suddenly felt so uncomfortable, small under his heavy gaze.

He had pale skin and if you didn’t know better, you’d be worried at how sick he looked. It was almost translucent. He had a thin yet long scar that went from the right corner of his forehead to the bottom of his left cheek. He was very, very fucking beautiful. Ethereal really. But so damn scary. Who was he? A voice inside of you gave you an answer, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it.

This guy couldn’t be a demon. No way.

You remembered thinking earlier that if you’d see a demon, you’d shit your pants and scream until your lungs had no air but now, now you couldn’t find it in you. You weren’t even sure why. Part of you was scared but the other part, the bigger, wider one was in total awe.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” His voice, a little less deep this time, snapped you right out of your thoughts. You knew you had been ogling at him for far too long now. You cleared your throat, not an idea on what to say next. He frowned, cocking his head to the side. “Are you mute? Clearly, you could talk when you summoned me earlier.” He had this hint of annoyance in his voice.

Your heart was louder and faster by the minute. You were frozen. Too lost in your own thoughts.

“You’re a—who are you?” You asked, slipping your phone in the side pocket of your shorts. He snorted and took one step closer. You took one back. “I’m Jimin, nice to meet you.” He said, reaching his hand forward. It took you an embarrassing amount of time to realize he wanted to shake hands and even then, you hesitated. “What? I’m not venomous.”

He sighed and retracted his hand, looking around. “Nice house. The nicest I’ve seen in a long time,” he walked back, turning his back to you as he let his hand wander around your kitchen. His arm was veiny. So veiny, it seemed like his veins would pop out any minute. You gulped the little lump in your throat, fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

Were you supposed to say something, do something? A couple of minutes ago, you didn’t even know demons truly existed!

“Why are you nervous? I won’t bite you,” he said as he turned to you, “yet.” You gasped. Literally gasped. Did he say that on purpose? Did demons eat humans? You were not only nervous now, but scared to the point where you could barely stand straight. Almost shitting your pants. Jimin looked visibly pleased at your reaction, seeing the little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Which were the plumpest lips you’ve ever seen. And now you couldn’t look elsewhere.

“Don’t worry, I don’t eat humans. Not very tasty.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes and focused on something else. Like the fact that he seemed to know each of your thoughts since earlier.

“Can you read minds?” You asked, a feeling of pride filling you when you were able to muster a complete sentence without stuttering.

Jimin smiled and shook his head. “You’re not very discreet and you’re easy to read. For example, I know you can’t stop staring at my lips.” Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Were you that obvious, that stupid? Your cheeks heated up and you looked away, not able to hold his eyes any longer. “Sorry,” you muttered under your breath.

“If you wanna taste ‘em, all you gotta do is ask.”

What the hell? Not only was he a sarcastic sexy little piece of shit, but he was a tease too! If you could, you’d wipe his grin off of his face. Too bad you didn’t have the courage to.

“So,” he started, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Why did you summon me?” Good question. And you didn’t have an answer to that. Why did people summon demons? How could a demon possibly give you what you needed? You were confused and Jimin seemed to see right through you.

“Some people summon me to listen to them although it’s the most boring shit I’ve had to go through. Others want me to take care of some… people for them and then, my favorite people, need something a little more personal.”

You frowned curiously. “Personal?”

“Well, intimate if that explains it better.” Intimate… Did Jimin mean sex? Demons could have sex? To say you were confused now was a complete understatement.

“You have a dick?” Sometimes, in particular moments, you found out that it was better for you to keep your mouth shut. In most of these moments, it had been too late and before you knew it, you’d say something stupid that would’ve been better left unsaid. And now seemed to be one of those moments where the words left your mouth before your brain could process them.

Jimin bursted into a fit of laughter. And goddamn, you never knew demons could have such angelic yet attractive laugh. It made you want to record it and fall asleep to it.

And this was your first mistake because now you couldn’t stop thinking about his wide smile and contagious laugh. Could demons cast humans in a spell? Did they have superpowers? You were sure that Jimin must have done some super-top-secret-demons spell on you because your entire brain was high on him. His face, his voice, his oh-so-veiny hands and the way he held himself.

“Actually, I do have a dick although some say that it’s better than the real thing.” The last part of his words came in a deeper voice an octave lower, flying right to you and hitting your strong. It was almost as if you heard it right beside your ears, making goosebumps erupt through your body.

Deep in thoughts, you hadn’t even realized that Jimin had gotten closer to you. He walked slowly and without any sound. In no time, he was right in front of you, maybe a foot separating you two. His face up-close was more beautiful. His skin had no sign of imperfections. His lips were more rosy from where you stood and you couldn’t help but bite your own.

Jimin caught in because the grin widening on his face was teasing and knowing. He knew the effect he had on you. Of course he knew. He was probably used to it. Used to making everyone drop to their knees in front of him. It was hard to believe that he was even a demon. His beauty fell more under the definition of an angel. But he was a little snake. That much you knew.

He quirked an eyebrow, still looking down at you. “So, how can I help?” He asked again with his teasing smile curving up his lips. His body was close to you. Way too close. It blurred all rational thoughts because all that went through your mind was how good it would feel to have his hands over you or his soft lips devouring your own.

Despite standing up, you stuck your legs together, an uncomfortable and foreign feeling setting itself in your crotch.

Jimin saw, just like he seemed to be able to see everything. He took a little step closer, looking down at your legs. “Seems like you’re having a little problem down there,” he mumbles, licking his bottom lips. They looked so fucking soft and plump and good. You seriously had to control yourself because it was slowly becoming embarrassing how much effect he had on you.

You didn’t answer his words. You couldn’t. Your voice was hidden deep in your throat, stuck there.

“Mind if I help?” Jimin asked in a softer tone this time. Your heart dropped. Literally. It busted out of your chest and a weird kind of warmth took over your body. Something exciting that made you giddy inside. The rational part of you screamed no but you were never the type of girl to stay reasonable. Despite being shy most of your goddamn life, you loved chaos.

And maybe this little thing between you and Jimin would lead to chaos.

That’s all you needed to nod your head with a muffled sound that was meant to be “yes”.

Jimin had a bright and broad smile brightening his face. He knew you’d give in. “Lead me to your room, kitten.” Oh my gosh. Kitten. Of course he had to say that. As if his existence alone wasn’t enough to make you a horny and stuttering mess, he had to call you kitten. He had to make it harder to resist jumping on him and kissing the life out of you both.

Ok, maybe you were going a little far. Maybe you were more horny than you thought. But you blamed that one on Jimin.

After a minute or two in silence, you shook the thoughts out of your head as much as you could and turned around, not before feeling Jimin’s warm hand clasp around your wrist softly. You took a deep breath to calm your heart that you were surprised still resided in your chest and walked to your bedroom. It was at the end of a small hallway so it wasn’t long before you stopped in front of your entrance.

The candles forming a circle were still intact on the floor. It made you wonder where Jimin had appeared but those questions flew out the window, the second Jimin’s hand pressed on your waist and you could feel his body heat mere millimeters away from your back.

“Such a beautiful room. May I enter?” His sudden politeness didn’t calm you, if only made you more weak in the knees. You nodded your head and stepped away so he could come in. He placed delicate and soundless steps on the floor and it was only then that you realized that he was barefoot. It made your eyes trail further up to the skinny black jeans adorning the thickest thighs you had ever seen.

Gosh, every time you looked at him, it only made you want him more, despite the voice in your head repeating, he’s a demon, he’s a demon, he’s a demon.

Jimin glanced around one last time before settling his eyes on you, a wide wicked smile on his face. One that sent shivers up and down your spine. He walked up to you and stopped when he was close enough that you were breathing each other’s breath, which in other words meant, extremely fucking close.

He lifted his right arm and let it trail along your arms. You were almost shaking under his touch, on the verge of begging for him to stop teasing and take you right now.

He stopped his hand at the hem of your crop top, meeting your gaze as if asking is it okay? You nodded, and you didn’t once look away as his fingers wrapped around the fabric of your t-shirt. You sucked in a long sharp breath as he slipped it off of your skin. His eyes darkened and he licked his lips as if mentally devouring your upper body.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled, his fingers traced invisible patterns along your stomach and he stopped at your bra. He unclipped it and let it fall on the floor. His thumb grazed your nipple slightly, as if it never touched it in the first place and this time, you couldn’t stop a moan from escaping your lips, even as you kept them shut in a tight line.

Jimin smiled triumphantly and he let his arm fall on his side. “Go lay on your bed, kitten.” He demanded but it left no room for argument. You gave him a little nod and laid on your back, trying to let the tension slip away. Jimin was being so soft, the opposite of how you thought he’d act.

You arched your back when he turned around, purposely trying to make your breasts pop more. Jimin muttered a small “tsk” along with “such a little slut for me, hm?”. It shouldn’t have made your heart beat this fast and a whine leave your lips but you couldn’t stop it. You never thought you’d like being degraded by anyone but with Jimin, it sounded so good.

You shut your legs together and Jimin didn’t fail to notice. He lifted one of his eyebrows teasingly, grasping his entire hand around your thigh. “Someone likes being called a slut, I see.” His voice was mocking and although normally you didn’t like feeling humiliated, you breathed in his words welcomely.

His fingers stroked the bare skin of your thighs, squeezing the flesh so tight you groaned but the pain felt good. He snorted and pulled your shorts down very slowly, letting you some time to react and push him away.

But you didn’t. You wanted him to go further. “Stop teasing, please. Take it off,” you whined, biting your lips and looking down as Jimin stopped his movements. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Ah sweetie, one thing you have to know is that you never tell me what to do, hm?” His voice wasn’t harsh but he made sure his words were clear. You nodded your head and muttered a pathetic “sorry”.

His face instantly softened and his right hand fell on your cheek. His thumb found your lower lip, playing with it and pulling it down slowly.

“It’s okay, kitten, but don’t you think you deserve to be punished for that?”

You shook your head. No. No, you didn’t want to be punished. In the multiple erotica books you’ve read, punishment often came as spanking or orgasm denial. You didn’t want that.

“No? I think you deserve a little punishment. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.”

You whimpered when he took a seat between your legs, pushing your thighs away from one another. The cold air immediately hit your clothed core, and chills ran all over you. Jimin rubbed his thumb over your panties, adding some pressure but stopping right away once he heard you moan. You frowned but you knew better than to go against him.

He slipped off your panties so slowly, you had to groan to stop yourself from begging him even more.

When he saw you trying to squeeze your thighs shut together, he grasped them and pushed them away, sitting himself in between. “Let me see that beautiful cunt of yours. Don’t be shy,” he said and lowered his head right between you.

His hot breath fanned over your whole crotch area and it elicited a loud, “Fuck, Jimin,” out of you.

“So fucking beautiful, kitten,” he mumbled, “I feel honoured that I get to see that.” He licked a strap of your skin, right beside your pussy. His tongue was hot and heavy on you but it was the best feeling ever. His hand moved until it rested on your inner thigh and suddenly, without any warning, he dug his nails into your skin.

You screeched, trying to get away from him but his hold was too strong. “What the hell?” You asked, trying to sit up but in your current position, it was impossible.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. It’ll be quick. Just a little punishment to make sure you never tell me what to do again, okay?” He asked although you knew it wasn’t really a question. “Okay,” you softly said.

Jimin’s smile made it all worth it the second his nails cut through your skin. You couldn’t even understand how his short nail could cut this deep but the feeling of his tongue suddenly sucking onto your clit distracted you.

“Oh god,” you moaned, throwing your head back and arching your back when he sucked on it again. You cried a little when his grip on your inner thigh became stronger and that his nail went deeper. A warm feeling drooling down your skin let you know that you were bleeding.

You were fucking bleeding.

Jimin didn’t seem to mind the blood. In fact, it seemed to get him more into it as he thrusted his tongue into your cunt. He pulled away as soon as you moaned, keeping his nails deep in. “Look at all of this blood,” he said in awe, “isn’t it gorgeous?”

You didn’t answer and simply watched incredulously when he licked the warm liquid on his tongue and entered you again. It was so warm and so damn good that you had to slap your hand across your mouth, stopping yourself from screaming.

Jimin pulled away from your crotch, glancing up at you with the most predator set of eyes you’d ever seen. “Let me hear you pretty moans, kitten. Don’t stop yourself.” You keened, shaking slightly at the pain that surged through you as more blood fell down your thigh.

“Your thigh look so fucking gorgeous bathing in your blood.” He mumbled more to himself as he cut another strap of skin. You cried again this time because goddamn did it hurt.

“Please, Jimin. Stop. Please.” You didn’t care that you were begging him and you cared even less that you were going against his words from earlier. It hurted and all you wanted was for him to fuck you. Not cut you until you were fucking bleeding.

“Since you’re begging for me so nicely, I’ll stop.” You sighed in relief but hissed when he licked the blood off of your skin. It was sensitive and it burned slightly. He pulled himself over you, his face so close to yours, you could count his lashes.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, staring right into your eyes. You hesitated a bit. You had barely kissed people before, the few of them being quite messy. But under Jimin’s hungry gaze, you couldn’t bring yourself to disagree or let your insecurities take over.

You wrapped your hand around his neck and crashed your lips against his. It was messy at first, but very quickly, Jimin took control and tilted your head to the side, deepening the kiss. It was quite different from every other kiss you’ve had in the past. It was no doubt better and hungrier and… tasted like blood?

You widened your eyes, meeting Jimin’s opened ones as he smirked against your lips.

“What was that?” You asked, wiping your hand against your lips, furrowing your eyebrows. Jimin simply grinned, licking his own lips and humming. “It was the last part of your punishment. But now, I think my little kitten deserves a reward.”

Your heart thumped inside your chest and you almost purred at his words. Finally.

Jimin pushed you further into the mattress, hovering over you and hooking his legs on both sides of your waist, sticking you there. You couldn’t move much but honestly, you loved it so fucking much.

You felt a little dizzy. From your denied orgasm to your bleeding inner thigh to your want for Jimin so big it couldn’t be described in words, your head was extremely dizzy.

You looked down, suddenly realizing that Jimin was still very much dressed. It was too many clothes in your opinion. “Take it off, please,” you asked sheepishly, refusing to meet Jimin’s eyes. He chuckled and undid the buttons of his silver dress shirt. He was almost doing it teasingly.

When his dress shirt was finally off, you felt like the air was knocked right out of your lungs. Jimin’s body was fucking prefect, heavenly proportionned. His stomach was adorned with abs although looking quite lean at a certain angle. It glowed and all you wanted was to lick every inch of his chest.

“Like what you see?”

“Very much,” you replied back, surprising yourself at how quick it left your lips. Since earlier, you had barley muttered any words and Jimin seemed to realize it as well, seeing as he arched his eyebrows.

He opted for another of his infamous smirks and slipped off his pants and you literally drooled at the sight of his clothed bulge.

He hovered back over you and this time, you didn’t stop yourself, running your hands around his entire body and feeling each muscle, each bone and little scars that were invisible to the eye.

“Better?” He asked, groaning when you squeezed his pecs. “Yes, so much better.”

He took both of your hands and wrapped his own around your wrists, placing them on top of your head. He looked around and snatched a t-shirt from the floor. He wrapped it swiftly around your wrists and let them go.

He smiled and snuggled his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, kitten. Until you can’t even remember your own name, until all you’ll know is how good my cock is buried deep inside your pretty little cunt.”

You moaned, loving the way his dirty words heaved into the air and made their way to your ears. He bit a spot under your jaw, and he only stopped when it was bright red.

“I’ll mark every single square inch of your body until you can’t see the skin anymore. How would you like that?”

You closed your eyes, arching your back until your breasts made contact with his own chest. “Please, yes. Ruin me. Use me, please, Jimin.” Your words seemed to trigger something in Jimin’s brain as suddenly, he slammed his lips against your own almost forcefully. You moaned when he practically shoved his tongue deep until it almost reached the back of your throat.

You needed air but you didn’t dare to pull away, loving the way Jimin’s tongue swirled around your own, touching the roof of your mouth. Gosh he was so fucking good at this.

“Who taught my little kitten those filthy words, hm?” He asked after pulling away and regaining his breath. His eyes were so dark and full of lust and want. It was hard to look away. Maybe he had really casted a spell on you because you didn’t see yourself stopping him any time soon. He could do whatever he wanted with you and you’d gladly let him.

His right hand covered your cheek, stroking the skin softly and biting his lower lip. He let his hand roam lower until it reached your neck and his thumb rubbed against the middle until it wrapped around your entire neck. His hand was big enough that it covered the entire skin.

“Is it okay, kitten? Do you like my hand around your neck, like that?” He asked, his voice an octave lower and making something in the pit of your stomach tightening.

You nodded your head, whispering a soft, “yes”. And it wasn’t a lie. The weight of his calloused but gentle hand wrapped around your neck was oddly comforting, and undoubtedly extremely exciting. Knowing he could snap the life out of you by adding a little more pressure, made your wetness drip down your thighs.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin who arched his eyebrows in interest.

“Are you turned on by this? Do you want me to fuck you with my hand around your throat until you barely breath?” Gosh, his words were not good for you. Every little word leaving his mouth made you wetter and wetter, the excitement inside of you becoming unbearable. You needed him so bad.

“Yes, fuck yeah.”

“As you wish.” His smile was wide, and an ounce of excitement and desire was hidden in his eyes. The thought of him wanting you as much as you wanted him earned a moan out of you.

With his free hand, he ran it down your cleavage, rubbing and pinching your nipples until they were swollen. He took in a sharp breath as his hand moved lower and it stopped just between your thighs. He ran his fingers along your slick and retracted his hand, placing it before your mouth.

“You’re so fucking wet, kitten.” He said, rubbing some of it on your lips. Through hooded eyes, you saw his fingers pry open your mouth, ordering a small, “suck”.

You opened your mouth wide enough for two of his fingers to insert themselves inside and sucked on them until your jaw ached. Even then, you didn’t stop, enjoying Jimin’s devouring gaze on you. He lifted his chin slightly, running his tongue over his bottom lip and grinding against your crotch, eliciting a loud moan out of you.

Jimin didn’t stop there. He kept grinding down on you, rolling his hips slightly, as if he was trying to get inside of you through the fabric of his boxers. His groans were pure heaven. He sounded so good and arousing and fucking hot.

And his cock, fucking hell. You felt just how hard he was and it made your arch your back until Jimin’s finger slipped out of your mouth and your chest was stuck entirely against his.

He slipped his hand once again between your thighs, rubbing one of his fingers on your clit.

“Ah, Jimin. I need m-more, please~” you moaned again and again and again as he entered two of his fingers swiftly inside. Your saliva on them eased the way in and the sound it made was obscure.

“You want more, kitten?” You nodded rapidly, getting more impatient as the minutes passed and as your orgasm neared. “You know what you have to do for it. Beg like the good girl you are, hm?” Beg. For him, you’d throw yourself on your knees if it meant that you would get fucked stupid into oblivion.

“Please, Jimin, fuck me. Use me. Please, I need it.” You were whining at this point, wiggling under Jimin’s body, trying to get more friction against your aching pussy. Jimin’s face brightened once he heard your words. He looked so proud.

“That’s my perfect little kitten. Begging so cutely for my cock.” With one hand around your throat and the other at the waistband of his boxers, he pulled them down slowly until his cock sprung out, almost hitting his lower abdomen. He hissed at the contact of the cold air on his length, biting onto his lips.

You were wide-eyed, unable to look away. Jimin’s cock was so thick and veiny, you could see one big vein that went from his shaft to the tip, pulsating. He was big and oh god, you couldn’t wait until it was pounding inside of you.

“Please, need it inside of me.” You looked up at him and for a moment, you could swear Jimin’s eyes flashed red. It was slightly disconcerting but the feeling of his tip rubbing on your inner thighs distracted you. You glanced down just as Jimin was stroking his dick slowly, rubbing saliva around it.

Not once did he look away, supporting himself on the bed with his knees. “Wrap yourself around me, sweetie,” he asked and you obliged, moaning when you felt his cock between your thighs.

You were nervous but mostly excited. So fucking needy for him to just slip inside of you and fuck you good.

Jimin seemed to see right through you once more as he let go of his cock, positioning himself in front of your entrance. “I’m finally gonna fuck my little kitten like she deserves.”

“Fuck yes, oh god, please.”

You closed your eyes when he entered the tip inside, arching your back and intertwining your fingers in the sheets. Jimin’s free hand hooked under your chin harshly. “Open your eyes. Look how well you take my cock.”

You opened your eyes, whimpering when you saw his length disappearing between your folds, hitting so deep you could barely make any sounds. You walls were tight around him, taking him so fucking well.

Jimin was looking less controlled now. His head was thrown back with his eyes closed and the arm that was holding your throat was shaking but the grip still didn’t falter. He looked so fucking perfect, you had to stop yourself from reaching out to his face and run your fingers over his features.

The faces he made every time he slammed back inside of you were obscene and you found yourself immensely happy that you got to witness it. You were the one he was fuckjng and calling kitten. He was choking you, fucking you.

Just thinking about it made the knot in your stomach tighten until it was unbearable, until you were so close it hurt. Jimin’s hand wrapped around your neck didn’t help. But the pain mixed so well with the pleasure, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“My little kitten is enjoying this, isn’t she? You love my cock so much, huh?”

“Yes, yes I love it. You fuck me so well~” every tiny praises you gave him made him go faster, harder as if he was making it his personal mission to make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk after this. Not that you minded. You liked knowing that every step you’d take would remind you of tonight.

“Jimin~” You mumbled, throwing your head back when a particular hit from him seemed to find the exact spot that made you lose your mind. “I’m so close. Please, let me come.”

Hearing you beg like that surprised Jimin but it was quickly taken over by an expression of smugness. “You’re behaving like such a perfect little kitten. How could I refuse?”

You smiled, feeling your climax getting nearer and nearer, until it was hard to breathe. You knew Jimin was getting close as well. His grip around your throat only seemed to get tighter. Soon, you knew you wouldn’t be able to breathe but knowing that the last thing you would see was jimin on top of you, fucking the life out of you, made you much more relaxed about it.

“I’m close too, kitten. You’re taking me so well, fuck, I can’t keep it in anymore,” he growled, literally, before his legs started to shake slightly and his hands got more loose on your neck. You took a deep breath before you could feel Jimin’s cum filling you up to the brim.

You whined as he kept riding his high, stopping only when he knew you had come too. He could feel it drip down your inner thighs.

He pulled out slowly and you wiggled a little bit, uncomfortable as you felt Jimin’s seed dripping out of your cunt. He cursed under his breath, pulling his hair back. “Wish I had a butt plug so I could keep my cum inside. I want you to stay full, kitten.” He said at the same time he got up.

You were laying down, catching your breath and looking at Jimin. He stood up, and naked like that, goddamn, he looked perfect, like a fucking god that you wanted to bow to.

He looked at you with a little grin and flushed cheeks. “I’ll be right back, sweetie. Gotta clean us up.”

And it was only then that it dawned upon you that you just had sex with a fucking demon.

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