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otomehideout-indecentconfessions · 2 months

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begging for mercy

characters: tattoo artist!jungkook x client!female reader

summary: you hated everything. you hated his face, his hands, his everything. in particular, you hated the effect he had on you.

genre/rating: pwp. smut (minors dni). 18+.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: needles, jungkook being a lil shit, hands <3, reader hating her life decisions. smut warnings (18+): so much tension, consent, dirty talk galore, pet names, semi-public sex, pain kink, cumming untouched :0, slight cnc?, dom/sub dynamics, slightly mean dom!jk, bratty reader, slapping/spanking, orgasm denial, choking, tad bit of degradation, cum play/eating, finger sucking, unprotected sex (do better), standing sex, hitting it from behind :P, bitting/marking, overstimulation, creampie, jungkook is a cutie lmao (bless him).

a/n: after you read this, you will realise i have no idea what getting a tattoo entails lmao. this is just smut with a sprinkle of more smut. hands are my weakness. sorry :) also, thank you so much for over a hundred followers <3 this whole thing is crazy. feedback is always appreciated so please let me know what you think! what other tropes would you like? disclaimer: i needed to get this out of my system. this was suppose to be short fic, got carried away.

Maybe this situation wasn’t ideal. Scrape that, it was definitely not ideal. But there were a few variables that contributed to your current state of helplessness.

Firstly, the room was freezing as if they wanted to torture your exposed skin. You swore you had frostbite. Now that problem was partially your fault. They had asked you before they began if the temperature was okay, and because you refused to be a bother, you didn’t dare ask them to turn the heating up.

Oh and then there was the pain of the needle being darted into your skin. The other times you sat in this chair, you had no issues with discomfort. But what did you expect, the needle was digging into your ribcage. Oh, yeah, and the worst part, you liked it. A little bit too much.

But the killer were his hands. Now this, was definitely not your fault.

The parlor you had booked was one of the best in the city. And it took months to get in. Unfortunately, the lovely lady you had met for your consultation was out due to a sudden illness. Which left you with two options. Either wait for another three months, or allow Jungkook to do it today. You were mentally prepared for today to be the day, so fuck it, Jungkook it was.

But that was a grave mistake.

It was a big mistake, and in hindsight, you should have waited three months. His gloved hands were everywhere. They touched every inch.

They had touched your back when they guided you into his office. Grazed your thigh when he leaned over to grab a sterile wipe. The back of your neck when they helped you find a comfortable position on the bed. Wrapped around your wrist to lift your arm across your body to give them the necessary access. And now, they were all over your abdomen, pushing and pulling to ensure the accuracy of the needle.

Want to know what pissed you off the most. The consent. ‘Is it okay if I touch this?’ or the ‘can I place my hand here?’. You could’ve said no. Could’ve made his life a living hell. But you genuinely never thought you would ever be this turned on by just hands.

Although you could not see the skin that decorated their stature, you could make out all the pretty features from under the thin black latex. A large palm attached to the longest fingers you have ever seen, joined by sharp knuckles. The digits were thick but incredibly agile.

Let’s not get started on those arms. The coloured ink that ran along its length, your eyes couldn’t stop tracing the outlines. You thanked the higher powers that his biceps were covered by his oversized shirt. But due to his hard grip on the machine, you could see the veins that protruded through his skin.

On top of all that, he had a ridiculously sculpted face. So fucking pretentious. How could someone be so handsome? The strong jawline, the perfect nose, those siren eyes. Even his hair, slicked back, allowing you to admire every detail. It was like he wanted you to know you were in the presence of a fucking god.

And you would be selling your soul to that religion. You swore to worship him until death. No hesitation. Okay, you were done for.

Afraid you were staining the chair below you, you crossed your legs, throwing one thigh over the other.

That stupid eyebrow piercing mocked you, perking up at the action. His tongue poked at his cheek. “You good?”

You hummed, knowing if you let your lips relax, a very inappropriate sound would escape. “Use your words gorgeous. If you are uncomfortable we can take a break.”

The compliment shot straight to your core. The sensation forcing you to shut your eyes. This was utterly embarrassing. You felt pathetic. You just wanted to get out of the place. “No. Keep going.” You gritted.

“Are you sure pretty? It’s okay, I know it hurts. The area is very sensitive—“ “Shut up. Please. Get it over with.”

He was taken aback by your sudden attitude, already missing the good girl that lay before him moments ago. “Hm, okay big girl. Only a few more lines.”

“Those nicknames need to stop.” You pleaded quietly and he just smirked. The audacity.

“Okay, I’ll stop sorry. Just a habit.” He promised, placing a hand on your stomach as he leaned forward to proceed. “I’ll work quickly. Just breathe for me.”

Inhaling, you tried to focus. The pen touched your skin, vibrating against your bones. You whimpered. “Shush, it’s okay. Nearly there.” He encouraged, pressing down on your stomach to distract you from it.

The thoughts immediately flooded your mind. Of him, above you, hand on your lower tummy as he moved his hips against you. “Doing so good.” He continued to praise.

Toes curling, fingernails digging into your palms, you genuinely didn’t think you were going to survive. Nose scrunched as you battled the images but it was no use. The pain, the man, your imagination. Your orgasm prevailed. A miniature wave crashed through your body.

Your bottom lip was attacked by your teeth, thighs tightened, and breath shaky. This was humiliating. Although you tried your best to hide it, you knew Jungkook knew.

He let out a dry cough, pink tongue slipping between his thin lips to wet the surface before playing with the silver metal in the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was concealing a laugh.

Eyes began to water. Something like this never happened to you before. You didn’t know how to respond. The last thing you needed to hear was his smug voice. “All done. Look so pretty.”

Unable to look at the man, you kept your eyes closed, sitting up, hands frantically moving to try and pull down your shirt. “Wait, wait! You need aftercare. It could get infected.”

His voice was stern, his hands grabbing yours. They stopped your panicked motions. Wanting to turn into ashes, you turned your head away from him as your cheeks heated. Your skin was burning at the contact. You felt so small.

“Hey, I promise it is natural. You don’t need to be embarrassed, it happens to more people than you think. I promise pretty.”

“I am so sorry. I couldn’t, uh, stop it.”

You sounded so tiny, Jungkook had to ground himself. Wanting to pounce. He was doing well until your little slip-up. The minute he saw you at the reception desk in that short pleated olive skirt, and white tank, he wanted you. It was a sin. Sinful how beautiful you looked. “It’s okay, let me take care of you now. Let me wrap it.”

Nodding, you kept your elbow raised signalling for him to continue. Grabbing a tub from the stainless steel table, he popped the lid, fingers dipping into the substance. “This is going to be cold. Okay?”

Gulping, you braced yourself. He delicately presssd his hand across your freshly inked skin, the coolness of the vaseline made you whimper. Jungkook, leaned closer, breathing hot air on the area to help balance the temperature. “Better?”

You immediately shrunk, body fell into his words. Hypnotising you. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Intoxicated by his presence, you didn’t even realised he finished up, placing a bandage over your rib. His words were drowned out, you were spaced out. Head on a cloud. A sudden hand on your knee grabbed your attention. “You good?

You snapped your eyes towards him, begging for mercy. The contact on your knee was warm but rough. You immediately noticed the difference from the previous touches, the smooth latex barrier was gone.

Slowly, your gaze drifted, body stiffened when you saw the anticipated honey-glazed hand. Black marks littered it, small tattoos randomly spaced amongst the vast surface. So much prettier than you imagined. Veins galore. Your throat was dry, chest pounding.

“I need you to listen. It is important.” His deep voice emphasised. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” You were sick of it. All of the innuendos. The not-so-innocent comments. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” You replied as your eyes slowly, seductively, met his. And then it just slipped out.

“Sir.”

The grip tightened, cheeks hollowed as he sucked his tongue. His memorising gaze traced your body, shamelessly stopping at your chest. You knew your nipples were hard and very visible through your white tee. They had been since you entered into the cold room.

His hand crawled higher, fingers tracing your exposed mid thigh. “Where did that come from pretty girl?”

Your head dropped down to your lap, looking down avoiding his piercing stare. Your fingers tingled, begging to reach out for his. “I don’t know.”

“Look at me.”

His harsh voice caused you to wince. But you didn’t want to disobey. “I need you to look at me when you answer me. If you want this, you need to keep your gorgeous eyes on me. Understood?”

“Yes” you nodded.

Clearing his throat, he leaned down, lips grazed your ear. “Are you forgetting a word?”

Feeling like you were about to faint, head dizzy, your hand flung to his shirt. It grabbed the material around his bicep, clutching it to hold you steady. “Sir.”

“Good girl.” He growled against your earlobe. His tongue slipped along the outline, teeth scraped the surface. “Now baby, let me tell you how this is going to happen.”

You whimpered, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. He cradled your head, his fingers spread wide along your scalp. His grip on the roots was intense as he pulled, snapping your neck back, giving you nowhere to hide. He smirked, admiring how pliant you looked in his grace.

“The minute you came to me today, you had me so hard. All I could think about was what I wanted to do to you. Fuck you look so gorgeous. Then you decided to torture me by making me tattoo your ribs.”

Straightening his posture, lip tucked between his teeth, he removed the hand from your hair, trailing it along the tank's strap. “Lifting this flimsy top to give me access. Barely covering your tits. Could see your underboob the entire time. Such a tease. Was that nice of you?”

Your knees bent, needing some friction. His harsh grip still present on your thigh. “No sir.”

He growled. You looked so pathetically beautiful. A lustful gaze in your eyes, body radiating warmth, and breath uneven. Unraveling below him.

“That’s right, it wasn’t nice. So I want you on all fours now.”

Fuck his lower register. It resonated deep within you, forcing you to comply to his order. Your body just reacted. Scrambling, you quickly rushed to place your knees and palms on the leather bed.

Jungkook placed a gentle hand on your lower back, steadying you. “Woah, be careful.” He reminded you as he brought his lips to his covered tattoo, kissing the fresh bandage.

This can’t be fucking real. How is he so sweet yet so demanding.

Your knees buckled, back collapsed to cause your elbows to fall. He immediately grasped your hips to help you regain some balance. “So excited baby. Barely touched you.” He huffed. The tone was mocking you.

“You touched me plenty.” You sassed between gritted teeth.

The hands slid down to the back of your thighs. His wide palms teasing your ass. “Is that right? So you don’t want me to touch you anymore?”

Pushing your hips back against his touch, you whined. “Oh you do? So desperate.”

You heard him move behind you. Hands fidgeting with your skirt as he positioned himself. Your breath hitched, knowing he had a perfect view of your sticky panties between your thighs. The skirt did nothing to help hide them. He hummed in appreciation.

“So fucking gorgeous.” His digits hovering your heat. “We don’t have much time okay? I am going to touch you now. You gotta keep that pretty voice down for me.”

You huffed in frustration. “Got to make me raise my voice first.”

Jungkook growled at your brattiness. In one swift movement, a hand smacked against the exposed skin. Gasping, your chest fell to press against the warm leather. “Let’s get one thing clear doll, you don’t talk back to me like that. I don’t want to punish you. Not today anyways. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. The best girl. Let me have some fun now. Let me get a taste. If you don’t like anything, tell me to stop okay?”

Whimpering, your heat was pulsing. You needed him, his hands, his tongue, his cock. “Please sir, want it. Want you.”

He sensed your desperation, your neediness. Not denying you any longer, his hands flipped your skirt over your hips. Lips gravitated to your covered core. Tongue poking out to get a taste.

Needing friction, you pushed your hips back against his face. Wincing, you prepared yourself for a spank, but he reacted, pushing back. Hands hooked around your thighs, a strong grip keeping you in place.

He was eating you through your panties. Tongue messy as it explored your folds. You were whimpering and whining, as he continued to tease. He knew that you needed skin-on-skin contact, practically begging for it with your quaking thighs. You could feel him smile against your core. This was cruel. And he knew it.

“I know baby.” He purred, the vibration strong against you. “But you couldn’t be patient could you?”

“I’m sorry, please.” You begged, voice cracking.

Jungkook began to leave a trail of sloppy kisses from your core to the waistband of your panties. He delicately scraped his teeth against your skin, gathering the fabric in his mouth. You moaned, anticipating what he was going to do next.

The material was trailed down your skin, his lips glazing your skin as he finally exposed your wet folds to the cold air. Jungkook took a step back to groan at the sight. Wet, glossy lips, panties bunched around your knees, your ass exposed and perky. His cock throbbed under his jeans. “So delicious. Need a proper taste.”

He dived back in, tongue divulging between your lips. Licking and slurping your juices. His lips slipped down to your clit, sucking the sensitive, neglected bud. His tongue worked relentlessly against you, devouring your essence. Hands caressed the meaty flesh on your ass, playfully squeezing and grabbing.

You were creeping towards the edge, stomach tightening and fists curling into a ball. Your sounds were getting louder, your voice becoming horse. He gave your cheek a harsh slap, warning you to quieten down.

“More.” You cried, right at the peak.

Giving a wide lick up your slit, he stood up straight. “Would love you to come on my tongue, but I have another appointment in 15 minutes.”

His hold pulled you to the end of the bed, manhandling you. “Put your feet on the ground.” He grumbled, unbuckling his jeans.

Climbing down onto the ground, you placed your two feet firmly against the concrete. Wiggling your hips as you peeked over your shoulder, trying to find his touch. He chuckled, loving how needy you were. He threw a hand onto your hip, giving you a bit of attention as he pulled his pants down.

“God you are so pathetic doll.” He muttered. His cock was hard against his boxers. Pleading to be freed.

“Was so close, want to cum.”

“What about me baby? You are so cockdrunk, so desperate, you can’t even think about me? About my pleasure baby.” He spanked your red skin. “Don’t be selfish. If I wasn’t in such a rush, I would edge you until you cried for it to stop.”

A pathetic, tiny sound slipped through your lips. “Oh, you’d like that?” He asked, colliding his body into yours. A hand wrapped around your throat, causing your body to crash against his chest. Hips started to rotate into you, grinding his crotch. “You dirty little pain slut.”

His breath was warm against your ear causing you to shiver. “Play with that little clit for me baby, make sure you are nice and ready for me.” He softly whispered, grip rough against your neck.

Your fingertips began to rub harsh circles on your raw clit. His hips were rutting against you. His throbbing cock pushed into you, pulsating against your ass. Legs were weak as you felt his length. It felt so thick, so firm. You wanted to feel it inside you. Now.

“So wet for you. Please just give it to me.”

Voice was shaky, praying that he would give into your pleas. He bit your earlobe, grunting. The sounds were so enticing, so thrilling. You automatically started to rub faster, harder. Closer to edge.

“Give you what baby?” He teased, slipping his free into his briefs, pulling his member free. He traced the member along your ass, you could feel a wet trail form on the skin.

“Cock. Your cock.” You cried out, borderline screamed.

He squeezed your throat, not satisfied with your little outburst. “Baby, what did I tell you about keeping that voice of yours down?”

“Please, I can’t. Need it.”

“Fuck, I love how pathetic you are. Begging me to fuck you in my workplace. Such a perfect girl.” His hand left your throat, going south, to join yours. His fingers slipped through your drenched core. “Baby you weren’t lying. You are so wet. So ready.”

Your head relaxed against his shoulder, enjoying his touch. Memorised by the moment, his digits poked at your lips taking you by surprise. “Why don’t you go ahead and suck on them baby. I saw you looking at them all afternoon. Bet you were fantasing about them. Wouldn’t you just love to suck on them as I fuck you?”

Head dizzy, you couldn’t process his words. All you could do was part your lips and submit. His digits slipped in, and you gracefully and willingly wrapped your mouth around them. Hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, tasting yourself. So dirty, so erotic.

In a blissful daze, you barely noticed his hard tip poke at your entrance, sliding up and down your folds. Covering himself in you. “Baby, fuck, can I take you raw?”

You hummed, circling your tongue around his long thick digits. Fuck it, deal with the consequences later right?

Using his foot, he kicked your ankle, spreading your legs wide. Easy access. Positioning himself, he lined himself up with your aching core. If someone were to walk in, which was a real possibility, they would lay their eyes upon the most sinful image.

A girl, helplessly rubbing her clit, spit running down her chin as she mindlessly sucked on a beautiful tattooed hand. Ruined panties resting on her knees, legs trembling. Eyes shut tight with anticipation and nerves. Hopeless and vulnerable. It was messy, but beautiful.

Jungkook’s hips pushed forward, penetrating your awaiting walls. Load moans escaped you, thankfully, being muffled by his fingers. Each inch dug deeper and deeper. Filling you up,

You felt so full as his abdomen met your ass. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, trying to conceal his own pleasure. “So tight and warm.” He growled, nibbling and licking at the fresh bite mark.

The hand on your clit froze, brain trying to process the new feeling. He held his position, giving you time to adjust. But you were getting impatient. Needing to feel him penetrate you again.

You flung a hand behind you, fisting his shirt, pulling it towards you. Begging him to move. He complied, wanting to feel your walls convulse around him. “I know pretty thing, I’ll give it to you.”

And with that, the merciless pounding began. His hips snapped against you with an extreme forward, making you jump as he slammed against you. You were panting, brain malfunctioning.

The hand that was on your clit transferred to his wrist, scrapping the inked skin. He hissed at the sensation, giving you a particular hard thrust. “Did I tell you to stop touching yourself.”

You shook your head, releasing your hold on his shirt, bringing it to your front. “Good girl. Best fucking girl. Shit, you love praise don’t you. Sucking me in, barely able to fucking move.”

Tears were building up, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. The pace he set did not waver, abusing your silky walls continuously, endlessly. Your clit was overstimulated from all the rubbing. But it felt so good.

Your back arched, head fell back over his shoulder, as if you were being raised up to heaven. The knot in your stomach growing and growing, until it broke. Eyes rolled to the back of your head, teeth grazing his digits as you tried to silence yourself. “So tight. Clenching me. Are you cumming for me sweetie? What a good girl.”

His words caused you to levitate. You ripped yourself from his grasp collapsing onto the bed in front of you. He slowed his pace, concerned.

But you wanted more. “No one more, please. I want you to cum. Keep going. Kook, please.”

Your whines sent shivers down his spine. But if that’s what you want, that is what you get. A proper brat. “You asked for it. Dumb little girl.”

Palms pressed firmly into your lower back, his hips snapped again and again and again. Balls slapping against your thighs due to the sheer force. Your body sliding against the leather, the friction focused on your clit causing you to lose your mind.

You couldn’t function, no words could leave your mouth, only heavy pants. Your hands reached back, pressing against his lower stomach, feeling the hardness hidden under his shirt. Fuck. He was an actual god.

Jungkook let out a deep moan, throwing his head back as he cursed under his breath. “So good baby, so wet. So messy. Fucking perfect cunt for me. All mine.”

“Yours.”

He howled at your submission, grasping your wrist. “Mine. Chant it, baby, as you cum for me. As you milk me.”

Allowing your forehead to rest against the black chair, you cried as you did as he said. Chanting over and over again that you are his. The words travelled straight to his cock, ruthlessly throbbing against your suffocating walls.

Your body was floating, the pleasure flowing through your blood vessels. Your vision was blurring, knees buckling. “Cum.” It was the only word your vocabulary possesed.

Jungkook saw how your body shook, like a ticking time bomb. Knowing the explosion was going to be loud, he caged you in, hand clasping around your mouth. “That’s it cum for me.”

Everything hit you at once, completely consuming you. You squirmed and screamed as the feeling of an overwhelming peace washed over you. It was as if you left this planet. Everything felt so light, so quiet. You could hear your heart pound and ears ringing.

Jungkook held you tight, lips tucked into the crevice of your neck. Hushing and guiding you through your extreme high. His balls drummed, ready to release the pressure that had built up within.

He couldn’t breathe, your wet walls clamped around him. He winced trying to remove himself, his own cock overstimulated. Angry and begging for relief. “No in me, please. Want you to cum in me. Fill me.” You slurred.

His cock didn’t even give him the chance to confirm your request, combusting at your words. Sucking at the raw skin on your neck, ensuring he left a deep mark, he emptied himself. Overcome with pleasure himself.

Spurts of warm cum covered your walls, his moans vibrated against your skin. His cock pumped and dumped every last drop into you until all you could feel was him. All you could think about was him.

Both of you were in heaven. All you could do was cherish the moment. The feeling of being full and contempt.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing heavily against one another. He was crushing you with his body. Finally gaining some strength, he started to pry his body away.

The feeling of his cum running down your thighs was evident, making you cringe. “This is a treat.” He muttered, licking his lips as his hands pulled your lips apart, giving him a front row view of the mess that leaked out.

“Messy, dirty.” You whined.

“Exactly what I like baby.”

Thighs clenched together at his words. The high beginning to crash away. He kissed your lower back, massaging your thighs and ass. “Come on, let’s clean up. My client will be here in a few minutes.”

Pouting, you rose from your position and faced him, legs shaking as you tried to find balance. He laughed, poking your cheek. “Cute.”

He walked over to his sterilised table to grab a towel. Realising that the whole studio heard you getting your brains blown out, you wanted to escape as fast as possible.

Using the last of your energy, you pulled up your panties, fixed your top, and wiped the remnants from your face with your palm. By the time Jungkook turned around, you were all fixed up. Apart from your hair. Which made him chuckle, it screamed ‘I just had sex’.

You stood there uncomfortable, feeling the stickiness between your thighs. You looked at him awkwardly, not knowing what you should say, should do. “Um, thanks. I should get going.”

His eyes bulged, wide like bambi. Before you could grab your bag, he reached out for your forearm. Stopping you. “Hey, um you sure you okay?”

His voice was completely different, soft and gentle. You gulped, nodding your head. “Yeah positive. Don’t want to hold you up any longer.” You smiled to reassure him.

“Oh, um one second.” His hands thread through your hair, fixing the rustled and knotted locks. Tucking pieces behind your ear. “Sorry, it was um a little messy.” He admitted, before he started to fix up his own appearance.

Fuck, he was so enchanting.

Once he sorted himself, he cleared his throat. “Are you sure you don’t want, um, a towel or anything?” He offered with a small smile.

“It’s fine, it’s not that bad.” You shrugged, flattening your skirt.

“Maybe you just like it.” He smirked, trailing his eyes down your body. The comment made your cheeks heat up.

Maybe he wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah okay, I’ll, um, go.” You announced, turning on your heels, ready to make your great escape.

“Wait!”

Jungkook ran to his desk. He grabbed some paper, using a pen to scribble down something. You stood patiently, twiddling your thumbs. “Here, these are some guidelines to help you with the healing process for the new ink.”

Frantically nodding, you thanked him, offering a gentle bow of your head. He bit his lip at your action, finding it endearing. He flipped the booklet before handing it to you.

“Oh, and that’s my number. I finish work at 5. If you text me before then, I can come over to, um, make sure you get some proper aftercare. You know, for the tattoo.”

Pursing your lips together, you tried to hide the smile. “Yeah, for the tattoo.”

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otomehideout-indecentconfessions · 2 months

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You always wanted to be a Healer. Unfortunately, your dad was an Necromancer and your mother a Demon Summoner. So your healing was a bit… unconventional to say the least.

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otomehideout-indecentconfessions · 3 months

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Will It Fit?

Roommate!AU | Roommate!Jungkook x Reader

genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst, slight idiots to lovers

rating: explicit

description: So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can’t exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom…

word count: 6.7k

warnings: size kink, JK has a big dick (no, really), slight pain kink, light choking, dirty talk, Dom!JK, flustered/shy JK at first, unprotected sex (this is fiction, we all wanna be raw-dogged by JK okay), lube, JK loves OC’s panties a LOT, fingering, mentions of masturbation, OC gets embarrassed at first but JK is sweet about it, oral sex (male & female receiving), cursing, Soft Dom!JK, JK is overly concerned with how big your dildo is, embarrassing moments from both parties, spanking, prone bone, creampie, confession scenes,

a/n: As soon as I saw JK’s OJO face from that GCF, it kicked me into gear to write this. I’ve had this idea for SO long, but never had the motivation to finish it. I was supposed to release it last winter, so hope you’re all excited for it! Asks and reblogs are much appreciated (I read them all!). Also, much love to @jkeuphoriadreamland for bouncing ideas around with me.

“[Y/N], I can hear you in there.”

The muffled, disgruntled voice came from the other side of your door. Your eyes fluttered open and your hand stilled in your panties, your heart rate spiking. Maybe if you didn’t move a muscle, he’d go away.

“I know you’re up,” he added. You rose up from your bed.

“Um… exactly what did you hear?” you squealed, face burning up at your terrible acting skills.

“Unlock this door.”

You didn't know what compelled you to saunter over and open the door a mere crack, but oh the sight before you was almost worth the humiliation. Jungkook was in nothing but gray sweats that sat dangerously low on his hips. He had a bad case of bedhead, but his locks looked so soft that you wanted nothing more than to grab onto them and make out with his beautiful lips, which were captivating you just as much as that intense gaze of his.

“Hey… you…” you said with a meek smile, which he did not return.

“It’s 2 AM in the morning. I have work at 5. As hot as you sound, we either do something together so we both get satisfied or you let me get my rest because I am incredibly frustrated right now.”

Your eyes widened at his curt response. You’ve never seen him so tense, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as his glare bore into you. He leaned against your door frame with one arm, leaning in close enough to make you break eye contact. He tapped on the wooden frame with his index finger, awaiting your response.

“Sorry…”

God, you sounded absolutely pathetic .

“Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?” Before you could respond, he let out a tsk sound and retreated back to his bedroom. You stood there in a trance until his door shut loudly, snapping you out of it. You wondered if he realized how much worse he left you than when he found you.

Fuck, was he always this hot when mad?

You went back to your room after closing the door. Climbing into bed, you got under the covers and laid flat on your back deep in thought. The only reason you were masturbating in the first place was because your room was freezing cold. You thought the heater was fixed, but your room was somehow still the coldest one in the apartment. You knew you’d never be able to go to sleep at this rate, so you decided to do something that would tire you out and hopefully lull you into the rest you craved.

It was supposed to be simple. You, your hand, your phone, and sweet, sweet release. Damn Jungkook for interrupting you. It’s bad enough his room was nice and toasty while you were suffering. Yeah, you heard his loudass snores. You assumed he was deep in the REM cycle so how the hell did he catch your moans? Ugh.

If he was so annoyed with you, then he should have warmed you up instead!

You shook your head and got under the covers, groaning at your lewd thoughts.

He’s my roommate. And he’s too good of a roommate for me to fuck things up.

“Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?”

Those words echoed in your mind. The way he changed his tone to a lower register with his Busan dialect slipping through was incredibly sexy. It was the perfect mix of frustration and anger and made your thighs rub together in want. Leaning over your nightstand, you opened the drawer and grabbed a velvet drawstring bag. Slipping off your pajama shorts, you pulled out your trusty dildo. Impatient, you closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook taking you right then and there. However, the moment you allowed the tip of the dildo to touch your entrance, all pleasure was lost. It was cold!

“Damn it…” you muttered. “I gotta warm it up. Ugh!”

You left your room in frustration and entered the bathroom, turning the sink on to the hottest setting and running it over your toy.

This might’ve been the most desperate masturbation session you’ve ever had, but you didn’t care. This was all Jungkook’s fault!

The next morning was Saturday. You were eating your breakfast on the kitchen island while mindlessly scrolling on your phone when Jungkook came out of his room. As soon as you two locked eyes, you almost choked on your food and had to chug some water to calm down. The man, confused, ruffled his hair and watched you through drowsy eyes.

“Are you okay?” he said, followed by a yawn.

You nodded as you beat your chest with your fist to get everything down. “Yeah… I just… didn’t expect you to be home. I thought you had work.”

“Oh,” He sounded more awake now. “I read my schedule wrong. Turns out I’m off every other Saturday now.”

“... Oh. Cool.”

He circled around the kitchen island to get to the fridge and you recalled last night’s events, mortified he had heard you. Should you apologize again? After all, you’re both two grown adults; there’s nothing to be ashamed about. If you didn’t say something now, that icky feeling would only fester inside you.

“Hey Jungkook.”

“Yeah?” he said from behind the fridge door.

“About yesterday… I hope you can forget all about it.”

As the refrigerator door shut, you were greeted by the sight of the most adorable man sipping a carton of banana milk. His eyes were wide and brimming with curiosity from your words.

“Did something happen yesterday? I was knocked out.”

You blinked at him twice. “Do you… not remember talking to me last night?”

“Hmm? I did? I was fast asleep, don’t remember a thing.” He took the seat next to you. “Why? What did we talk about?”

Pure relief washed over you like a tidal wave as you shook your head. “Oh, nothing much. My room’s a bit too cold. It was hard for me to sleep.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll talk to the landlord. Do you want to sleep with me?” You shot him an incredulous look and he began to stutter. “I-I mean! Sleep in my bed! Not with me in it. Unless you wanted to—ah—fuck me!

There. That’s the Jungkook you knew. He’s never crossed the line and flirted with you, so you didn’t either out of respect. But… It was too hard to resist teasing him. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

“Unless I wanted to… fuck you?” you repeated innocently. This was new territory for you—teasing him. His flustered reactions were so damn adorable though. The way his nose scrunched and his eyes darted around everywhere except for your face. If anyone was watching you, they’d swore you had hearts in your eyes.

He set his drink down and proceeded to cover his face with both hands, panicking at his poor choice of words. “That didn’t come out right. Oh god… this is embarrassing.”

You covered your mouth to stifle your giggles. “It’s okay. I don’t want to peg you—I mean, take your bed.”

Jungkook dropped his hands, speaking the next sentence in pouts. “Hey, I don’t want to be peg—not the point. No, seriously. My room’s really warm.”

“I mean… if you really want me in your room, all you have to do is ask, you know,” you remarked. Jungkook’s cheeks were flushed with a tinge of pink, adding an extra charming element to his already cute self. Were you being too bold?

It didn’t matter because seeing how his lips trembled and how he could barely hold himself together was fun to watch.

“I didn’t realize it was that easy…” he mumbled, more to himself than you. You tilted your head at him and he noticed how you crossed one arm over another “Not that I’m calling you easy!”

“Uh huh. I’m watching you, Jeon Jungkook. Hmph.”

“No, wait. I’m sorry.”

You placed your index finger on his lips to shush him, even going so far as to tap his lip piercing teasingly. “Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?”

You watched as his eyes widened once more and that caused you to realize what you were doing. My god. Using his own words against him was satisfying, but all this newfound confidence was going to get you in trouble. You cleared your throat and withdrew your hand, grabbing your breakfast plate and heading over to the sink before things could escalate.

“Uh… I’m gonna go to the gym. Run some errands or something,” Jungkook stammered as he got up, nearly toppling out of his stool. You bit your lip to hold in your laughter as he recomposed himself. Walking in the same direction, he flinched when you got near his proximity. “W-What are you doing?”

He’s so cute when nervous.

“Nothing. Grabbing my keys. I’m heading out too.”

“O-Okay.”

Your smile made his heart rate escalate. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”

You spent the day with your closest friends on a brunch date, followed by a trip to the mall, and then hot cocoa in the evening. It was much needed after the week you had and after bidding them farewell, you went back to your apartment. Upon entering, you took off your shoes and put them on the shoe rack.

“Jungkook? Are you home?” you called out.

“Yeah! I just finished showering!” he called back in the distance. You went further into the apartment and plopped down on the couch.

“Damn,” you muttered, rubbing your arms. “Wish I could have showered with him. It’s so cold outside…”

As if on cue, Jungkook called for you again. “[Y/N]? Could you come here?”

You took off your purse and slowly rose up from the couch, hesitant. This had to be a dream. Why would he need you to come to the bathroom? He must’ve forgotten a towel. Or a t-shirt. Or pants. The specifics didn’t really matter because your hormones were going berserk at the possibilities.

You walked through the narrow hallway and stood in front of the bathroom door, excited at the thought of teasing him again. “I’m here. What’s up? Did you forget your towel or something? Silly boy.”

The door swung open and the shit-eating grin you had on your face dropped to the floor in an instant.

“Why is there a dildo in the bathroom, silly girl?”

Shit. Quick, say something. Anything. Don’t just stand there like a gaping fish! Oh dear, how many seconds have passed? You must look like a total idiot.

Fuck! I forgot I left it here!!!

“Well…” you started to say, “I’m assuming it’s yours.”

Out of all the things your roommate could be calling you for, this was not on your radar. The awkwardness was more suffocating than the steam from his blazing hot shower minutes ago and you wished it lingered around long enough to make you disappear.

Jungkook made a puckered face at your accusation, picked up the object, and shook it side to side, the bendy silicone material flopping everywhere. His big doe eyes were the highlight of his classic OJO face, the blatant confusion so adorable if you weren’t absolutely mortified. For the second time this week.

God, and how could you even focus when he was dressed in nothing but a towel, his hair still slightly damp. The bulging muscles of his biceps were a feast for the eyes as well as his tattooed sleeve. You yearned for the day he’d use his arm as your necklace, but of course that shouldn’t be a priority at the moment. If anything, it was his fault you had to use a dildo anyway.

“[Y/N], you know damn well this isn’t mine.” He met your gaze and flashed you a soft smile, biting his lower lip. “I like mine bigger.”

You covered your face in shame, wishing the floor could open up and swallow you whole. “Good god, Jeon.”

“You still didn’t answer my question. Why is it in the bathroom?”

You gulped, finding enough strength to not die of embarrassment. “It’s getting colder outside and the heater doesn’t reach my room as well as it reaches yours. So…”

“Yeah…? But I’m not following.”

“The… thing in your hand—”

“Dildo?”

You visibly cringed. “Yes, okay, THAT. It got cold and I don’t like cold objects... Inside me. So I took it to the bathroom to run hot water on it to warm it up.”

“Before you use it?”

“No, to melt it. Yes, to use it!” you snapped, feeling the humiliation burning through your body. “I wasn’t aware you weren’t working today, remember? I clean it after each use so please just give it back!”

You ran over to yank it out of his hands, but he lifted it up high out of your reach. While cackling. That motherfucker. “Hey, maybe I want a turn.”

You had to bite back. “I knew you liked being pegged.”

“I do not!”

“Then give it back!”

“This thing is huge though. It fits?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” You jumped up but failed to reach it due to his quick reflexes.

“Doesn’t it hurt? Because if something this big went up my—”

“Jungkook!”

“I’m just saying!” he said with his arms up in the air like you were about to tase him. “I find it hard to believe, that’s all. It’s really big. Like damn.”

Without thinking, you ripped his towel off his waist and he gasped, scrambling to shield his privates while you seized the opportunity to get your toy back.

You stormed out of the bathroom and ran to your room, locking the door afterwards. Falling to your knees, the embarrassment caught up to you, causing you to hang your head low in shame. You could hear the soft shuffling sounds of his footsteps approaching your door, followed by a gentle knock.

“[Y/N]? Are you okay?” He pressed his ear against the door to hear small sniffles. “Shit. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you upset. I was teasing, I thought you wanted to tease me back and—I guess I took it too far.”

“Go away, Jeon,” you said, throwing the dildo at the door. Jungkook nearly had a heart attack at the loud thump and jolted back, clutching his chest.

“Holy shit, that scared me,” he said, which earned a small chuckle from you despite the tears. “Hey… come on out. Please. I’m not judging you.”

“No. I’m humiliated. You heard me yesterday and now caught me today. I can’t face you ever again. It’s over!”

He placed a hand on your door, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I didn’t even know we started, so how could we be over? You’re cute.”

That made you snap your head up. You quickly wiped away your tears and rose from the floor. “This isn’t fair… I’ve been embarrassed twice now.”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“You heard me masturbating yesterday!” you exclaimed, frustrated at his obliviousness. “You woke up and told me I had pretty lips or whatever and suggested we do something about it together!”

“I mean, you do have pretty lips. Yup. That sounds like me, yeah,” he said, nodding to himself. “But I really don’t remember. Come on out. I wanna see you.”

“No.”

“Would it help if I shared something embarrassing about me?”

You narrowed your eyes at the door, considering his offer. “... Go on…”

He sighed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Well… you know how I’ve been doing your laundry for you?”

“Yeah…”

It was your most hated chore. Putting the clothes into the washer and dryer wasn’t your issue, but folding them was so tedious. So you and him made a deal. You were in charge of dishes and he would do the laundry. However, the one thing you refused to let Jungkook wash for you were your bras and panties. Those you handled yourself.

“You… left a pair of panties in my basket once by mistake.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. I washed them for you but um… before that, I might’ve… sort’ve… jerked off with them.”

Your doorknob jostled for a second as you unlocked it. Jungkook waited as the door swung open and was greeted by a displeased you, hands on your hips and all.

“What? They were really pretty…” he added. “They were pink and had lace—”

“You… PERVERT!” you shouted, hitting his chest repeatedly. Of course, you were aware your feeble punches did nothing to his insanely toned pecs. Jungkook stared at you fondly, catching the hint of a smile that threatened to spill from your lips.

“Oh, I’m a pervert? Says the girl who has an 8-inch dildo,” he countered, snatching both your wrists.

“At least I’m able to take 8-inches!” you retorted, laughing at the situation. He joined in your laughter and then said,

“Good! That means you’ll be able to handle me!”

Your brain fizzled out at this point as the laughter subsided. “... What?”

Jungkook’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. “... You heard me. Go ahead, take off my towel again. See for yourself.”

He guided your hands downward to the soft fabric, which was already on the verge of unraveling itself with his prior movements. You stared at his pelvic lines, excitement bubbling beneath the surface while you tried your best to maintain a calm expression.

“... Pervert,” you mumbled. Jungkook chuckled, taking one of your hands and placing it directly on his boner.

“Maybe. But only you can make me feel this way.”

You bit your lip, feeling the heat radiating from beneath the fabric and your curiosity peaked. Tucking a finger into the towel, you pulled it down and let it fall to the ground.

A loud squeal came from your lips as you covered your mouth. “Holy shit!”

Jungkook covered himself after seeing your reaction with both hands, embarrassment crawling up his spine. “Sorry, I’ll put it away.”

“No, no, no!” you said, putting your hands out in a stop motion. “Sorry, I just… you… you weren’t kidding.”

“Does it scare you?” His tone was sincere, his eyes genuinely showing concern. “Because… I don’t want to hurt you. And I know it can hurt. That’s why I was so curious about the dildo. Will it fit? Will I fit…?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how he phrased it, but quickly stopped when you noticed the fear in his eyes. Your thoughts wandered to if he had slept with someone prior and if it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Truth be told, you’ve never been with anyone as big as him so it’s all new for you.

“Well… if I’m prepared well enough, I can take it. The dildo fits but sometimes not all of it goes in. Um… man, this is embarrassing to talk about, ahhh. I feel like I keep making a fool of myself in front of you.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened at your vulnerability, taking your hand and placing it on his chest. His heart was beating just as rapidly as yours if not more. Then he put his other hand on the small of your back, pulling you close.

“That makes two of us. But you make me crazy.”

He was so close that your senses were intoxicated with the fresh scent of eucalyptus and cotton wafting off him. His eyes shifted to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze once more.

“I really want to kiss these pretty lips of yours… If you’ll let me,” he said, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb and whispering the last part.

You begged him to kiss you already, so he leaned in and finally pressed his warm lips against yours as you closed your eyes. It started off as a gentle smooch, like a little tease to test the waters. When he pulled back, you leaned forward and chased his lips urgently. You felt him smiling into the kiss as he moved in tandem with you, deepening the kiss while switching positions to press you against a wall. One of his hands pinned your wrists above your head while his free hand slithered down the side of your body until it rested on your hip, giving you a firm squeeze.

“Jung—mmph—Jungkook…” you moaned. He used that chance to ease his tongue into your mouth and the kiss went from passionate to messy. When you moved your wrists in the slightest, he asserted dominance and pinned them back down into place.

“You think I’m going to let you go so easily now that I have you?” he asked, the hunger in his voice evident. He carefully tugged your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled it back in a seductive motion, which turned you on even more.

Once he broke the kiss, the only thing that remained was a string of saliva that broke seconds later.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he said in between pants.

“Since you’ve jerked off to my panties?” you teased while catching your breath.

He rolled his eyes. “Like you’ve never rubbed one out to me before.”

You scrunched up your nose at his response, unable to counteract his statement right away. “Hey… I wouldn’t have had to rub one out if you warmed me up in this cold weather.”

He smirked. “All you had to do was ask, you know.”

Releasing your hands, Jungkook went into your room and grabbed the dildo off the floor. He left you for a short moment and you waited there, confused, until you heard the sound of running water. He came back a minute later and then grabbed your hand, leading you to his bedroom.

“Had to wash it. Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up properly for the real thing.”

He guided you to his bed and helped you remove your jacket, blouse, and leggings. His grin was extra toothy because the set you were wearing was the exact set he jerked off too before.

“What?” you asked, amused.

“N-Nothing.”

When your back was turned for a second, he mouthed the words ‘Oh my god’ and pressed his hands together as if thanking the universe for this very moment.

Now left in your bra and panties, you laid on his bed and he climbed on top of you, his lips latching onto the side of your neck. You mewled at the sizzling contact, pulling him close by his soft locks so that his hot skin was pressed against yours. He trailed his searing kisses down to your collarbone and then settled between the valley of your breasts.

“The bra is pretty… you’re so pretty,” he said, full of admiration. He pulled one of the cups down to gain access to your breasts, capturing your perky nipple between his lips. He sucked tenderly, swirling his tongue around before tugging on it hard enough to elicit a moan. His other hand was greedy, slithering into your already soaked panties. His middle finger dipped in between your folds and he rubbed in circular motions to coax some more slick out of you.

As you arched your back and moaned his name, he dipped one finger into you and began to pump it slowly. He added another one when you begged for it, sounding so desperate that he had to oblige.

“Please fuck me already. I can’t take it,” you breathed. Jungkook only curled his fingers deeper inside, grazing your sweet spot while shaking his head.

“Patience, beautiful. I need to make sure your sweet pussy can take it, remember? Gotta prep you well.”

“But I can take it, I can, oh god please.”

“If you’re a good girl for me. Can you take another finger?”

You nodded eagerly, so he added a third finger and you squeezed your eyes shut from the delicious burn.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, observing your expressions carefully. You clutched onto the pillow and panted heavily.

“Y-Yeah, I—god—your fingers feel good…”

He began to finger you with all three digits, the tightness of your walls bringing some resistance to his actions. But with a few more neck kisses to relax you, it became easier and you became more undone.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered into your ear, his heavy breath tickling it. He finally removed his fingers and grabbed the dildo at the end of the bed, bringing up to your lips.

“Show me what those pretty lips of yours can do.”

You stuck out your tongue and licked a long stripe on the toy in a tantalizing slow motion, causing Jungkook to grunt. That damn smile of yours was going to kill him. You were the perfect minx—sweet and naughty. He didn’t have to tell you to suck it because you already were.

“Such a good girl. You’re going to handle my cock so well.”

He removed the dildo out of your mouth and reached into his nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. You stared at it like it was foreign to you and Jungkook was quick to notice.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take it. I know it.”

He chuckled, admiring your determination. “Still, I want to take my time. Besides… it’s not every day I get to fuck someone so beautiful.”

He popped open the cap and squeezed a decent amount of lube onto the toy. Then he got back in between your legs and slowly began to insert it into you. You squirmed from the slippery, cold contact but Jungkook captured your lips into a deep kiss, igniting your body with fervor.

He thrusted the dildo as deep as he could, stopping when there was resistance from your panties. Which you were more than thankful for because you already felt full. But then he began to pump it in and out of you at a steady pace, only accelerating when your moans became more constant.

“Shit, shit,that feels so—“ Your words were swallowed by his lips and that stirred something within you, allowing Jungkook to easily glide the toy back and forth. He soon increased his speed, the obscene sounds your pussy was making the only thing that could be heard in the room.

You broke away from the kiss and began tearing up from the intensity.

“J-Jungkook, I think—“

You couldn’t, actually. Your orgasm crept up on you and made your entire body convulse. You shut your eyes to only see white, your ears were ringing, and your pussy surrendered to the pleasure.

Jungkook removed the toy out of you gently and then kissed your sweaty forehead, giving you a bunny-tooth smile as you calmed down from your high.

“Did you cum?”

You smacked his arm playfully. “Did I cum… pfft. No, actually. I’m waiting for a real man to make me cum. With a fat cock.”

“Well not to toot my own horn but…” He grinded his swollen cock against your thigh. “I think I meet the requirements.”

Now that things slowed down, this was the first time you really got to look at his cock properly. He wasn’t kidding about needing to prep you. It was as big as your dildo but much more girthier. It was a mouth-watering sight.

Flipping the switch, you got on top of Jungkook this time. His eyes widened in surprise but then eased into a smile. You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

“Let me take care of you now.”

“But I want to fuck you so bad.”

“You can wait, darling. My pussy is yours.”

His dick twitched at that. You giggled as you got in between his thighs, stroking his member a few times to hear those cute, breathy moans of his.

Will it fit…? God, I hope so.

“Are you afraid you can’t take it?” Jungkook asked with concern. Shit. Did you say that out loud???

“I can. I will.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t—“

“Jungkook,” you said, squeezing his dick tightly, almost like a warning. “I can take it like a good girl. And if not, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

He closed his eyes and nodded as you began to suck him off. There was no way you could take all of him in your mouth but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. You went as far as you could and stopped when your gag reflex kicked in. Using your hand to stroke the area you couldn’t reach, you swirled your tongue and bobbed your head up and down.

Jungkook’s abs clenched and unclenched at the action and he rested on his elbows to watch you. The way your bra cupped your breasts at this angle was enticing, your pretty lips working so hard to please him, and the view of your ass in those panties could make him cum right then and there.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this—don’t stop.”

You smiled at the praise and continued, loving how he took a sharp inhale of breath when you cupped his balls. He put his hand on your head and pushed you down gently, not wanting to overdo it with his size. You controlled the pace, but he just wanted to touch you and admire you.

“You’re too good to me…”

You released his dick with a satisfying pop sound, kissing the tip and smiling. “Teach me what you like.”

“I love everything you do,” he said, grunting when you began stroking him again from the base to the tip. “Your hands are so much softer than mine.”

You stopped momentarily to spit on your hand before resuming your lewd actions and he threw his head back.

“Fuck [Y/N]. That’s so hot.”

“Yeah? Have I been a good girl? Are you going to reward me?” He snatched your wrist, his eyes darkened and full of lust.

“Can you handle it?”

You turned around on all fours, shaking your ass side to side to tempt him. “Take me, baby. Raw.”

His OJO face returned from your bold suggestion and you flashed him a wink.

“I’m on the pill. Promise,” you informed.

A burst of energy surged within him as he grabbed the bottle of lube and hurriedly squeezed some onto his cock. You giggled when he squirted a bit too much, haphazardly trying to divide it between two hands and spreading it evenly. But things turned serious when he grabbed your hips, yanking you closer to him.

He pulled your panties to the side and ate you out from behind first, loving how delicious your backside looked with them on. You moaned in delight and he placed a hand on your upper back, forcing your face down into the mattress. His tongue dipped into your folds and he flicked it on your clit a few times, loving the whiny sounds you were making. Then he pressed his entire mouth onto your pussy and sucked hard.

You were overwhelmed with pleasure and were on the verge of cumming when he removed his mouth and replaced it with something else.

“Are you ready?” He teased his tip at your leaking entrance and you shuddered.

“Yes, please fuck me.”

“Breathe baby. Relax as much as you can.”

You obeyed, feeling him push himself into you smoothly, knowing he prepped you more than enough. At least, that’s what you thought until he got in halfway. From there on, it felt like he was invading your walls and stretching you to new limits.

There was a mild discomfort and Jungkook kissed your back lovingly to relax your tense muscles. You sighed and allowed him to bottom out, feeling the wind knock out of you when he did.

“God!” you shouted, fisting his bedsheets.

“F-Fuck… you feel amazing I—can I move? Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt… I just feel really full.”

“Okay,” he said in a restrained voice. “I’ll go slow.”

He gripped your hips tightly, like he needed something else to focus on or else he’d lose control and fuck the living daylights out of you. He eased himself out of you but only half way, wanting to savor your warmth a bit longer. Then he pushed himself back into you, making sure to go as slow as possible.

“Your ass looks amazing in these. You should wear them again.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought of doing this with him again. “Maybe if you spank me.”

He stilled his hips. “You really want me to?”

You began rocking your ass back and forth on his cock. “Yeah. I’m not that fragile… I can take it rough when I want to.” You swore you felt his cock twitch at this. “Hmm, looks like that excited you. You wanna fuck me rough, Jeon?”

He delivered a spank on your cheek, the sensation sending waves of pain and pleasure through your body. Your pussy tightened from this and it made Jungkook hiss. He spanked the other cheek and then both cheeks and you moaned, the slight pain distracting you from the girth of his big cock.

“You think you’re in a position to be a brat?” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up so you were on all fours again. Laying on top of your back, he whispered in your ear, “Do you know how badly I want to fucking ruin you?”

He bit the shell of your ear and you let out a content sigh as he slowly thrusted in and out of you.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he reminded you. “But god, you feel so good. So tight. So slippery and wet. I just wanna have my way with you.”

You couldn’t wait anymore. “Please do. Make my pussy remember the shape of your cock. It’s yours to wreck.”

Jungkook got off your back and grabbed a nice fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, forcing your head up as he thrusted into you to the hilt. That feeling of being full hit you full force and you submitted, letting him rock his hips back and forth to the pace he deemed fit. He undid your bra with his free hand, letting the undergarment fall onto the bed as he cupped one breast.

Your moans came out unashamed and full of whiny desperation. The intensity was becoming too much, but it felt too good to stop. There was no more discomfort, only lust and the desire to be fucked so hard that it had your eyes rolling. And Jungkook was more than willing to deliver.

He then grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it under your stomach, pushing your back down until you laid flat.

“I’m not sure, but I read this makes things feel better on Reddit,” he explained quickly as he helped remove your panties. “But let me know if you want me to stop.”

You’re smitten by the fact he cared this much about you but also trying hard not to laugh at how he admitted to going to Reddit for sex advice. He was too precious.

“I will.”

With your ass propped up higher thanks to the elevation of the pillow, Jungkook eased into you once more and you bit into your pillow. He started to slam his hips into you, gripping onto the headboard to steady himself.

“Fuck!” you said through gritted teeth.

“Am I going too fast?” he breathed, slowing down his thrusts.

“No, it’s okay. I want it. I want you.”

Your words unleashed his primal urges to finally give it to you. He shoved his cock deep inside you, each thrust making your ass jiggle, the sight so unbelievably sexy that he had to spank you again.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me harder!” you shouted. Jungkook laid on top of you, wrapping his bicep around your neck and planted a kiss on your cheek as he fucked you harder. You begged him to choke you and he obliged, squeezing your neck just enough to make you slightly dizzy.

It was euphoric having that slight danger while being used for his pleasure. Your pussy tightened so much that Jungkook felt he was going to cum.

He slowed the roll of his hips and then pulled out, quickly flipping you onto your back. Thanks to the pillow from earlier, your hips were propped up at the perfect height.

“Spread your legs for me. Wider. Hold them open.”

You were so drunk on lust that you did everything he asked. He held onto your thighs and inserted his cock into you again, the new angle making your moans come out strangulated. He was so huge, you swore his tip was brushing against your cervix. Picking up the pace gradually, you took the abuse of his fat cock and screamed at how good it felt.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Jungkook said through pants, wrapping a hand around the column of your neck. “I’m gonna cum.”

His hips began to stutter and you felt your pussy growing sore from the stretch. Anymore and you’d be in tears. You wanted to cum too, so you snuck your hand down to your clit and rubbed in circular motions. Jungkook used the last remaining bits of strength to fuck you for a few more minutes, which was more than enough for you to reach your climax.

Cumming a second time was more painful than the first time due to the over sensitivity. But somehow it was more enjoyable because you had never felt something so intense. Jungkook kept coaxing you with sweet words, promising he was almost finished.

He rutted into you for the last few seconds, counting 3, 2, 1 before spilling his seed inside you. His body laid on top of yours, the two of you sticky and sweaty but it was comforting just being in his embrace.

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Get off. We gotta pee.”

He laughed at your serious tone. “I think I need another shower. Care to join me?”

Your roommate literally just fucked your brains out 5 minutes ago. Why were you feeling self-conscious in the shower with him? It didn’t make sense!

With the hot water on, you took a deep breath before feeling a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

“Questions, comments, concerns?”

Oh my god, you had to marry this man. “Um… I think I’ll be sore for the next few days.”

“I’m sorry.

“Don’t be. I enjoyed it a lot.”

He turned you around, so that you were facing him. “Enough to do it again?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Tonight?”

“W-Well… I mean—“

Look at him fumbling over his words. Adorable. “You’re such a pervert.”

“I can’t help it. You turn me on.”

You covered your chest, feeling shy. “Is that all I’m good for…?”

He immediately understood what you meant. “Of course not. Look at me,” he said while tilting your chin up. “Don’t you know how I feel about you?”

Your lips curled into a smile. “Well I learned today that you jerked off to my panties and you count down before you cum.”

You couldn’t help but explode into laughter at his OJO face when he heard you say that.

“Hey! I do it to let you know when it’s coming!”

“Yes sir,” you teased with a salute. “I appreciate your punctuality, sir!”

“Oh my god, you’re so cheeky.” He hugged you again and booped his nose into yours. “I like you. You know, when a boy likes a girl and they go out on a date and then—oh shit, I did things backwards.”

You giggled. “I think I prefer it this way. I like you too. I’ve… liked you for a long time.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because! I didn’t want to make things awkward. But I guess things ended up being awkward anyway…”

“Because you were masturbating to me?”

He had such a proud smile on his face.

“Whatever! Panty thief!”

“ You left them there.”

“You should’ve told me!”

“I did!”

“ After you had your fun! You are so—”

He gave you a surprise peck on the cheek to distract you.

“Awesome?” He smooched you again. And again. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Mmhmm. So… do you want to stay in my room tonight?”

“As long as you warm me up.”

“Oh, for sure. I’m great at that.”

“Because of experience or Reddit?”

There was his OJO face again. “Hey~!”

I truly hope you enjoyed the fic! Thank you for giving my writing a chance. :)

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Here's the first chapter of the werewolf noncon story I'm working on. It's still not fully edited and some things are subject to change before I post it to AO3, but I wanted to share in case some folks wanted an early peek.

If you need any content warnings, maybe wait to decide to read it until I've posted it to AO3 with all the appropriate tags. The only warning I can give right now is that it contains noncon.

The following sample is about 7k words.

Day 1

A free trip across the country. I should’ve known it sounded too good to be true. By the time I realized, it was far too late. I’d already signed the contract.

“For the next four days, you all belong to the werewolves aboard this train,” the woman explained as we crowded into a small room for the orientation. “You will do as they say. For the next four days and three nights, your bodies belong to them. Understood?”

Around me, there was a chorus of “yes ma’am’s,” a lot of which sounded bored. In fact, many of them looked as if they’d been through the same speech a million times. Maybe they had.

“We have some special guests on this trip,” the woman continued and a few of my fellows perked up, “So I want you all to be on your best behavior. Now, get to work.”

With the dismissal, a door was opened and everyone started filing out, a few of them murmuring excitedly to each other.

“Who do you think it is?” one of the men whispered to a shorter woman, “One of the Alpha’s agents?”

“I heard the Alpha himself was coming,” she replied.

“Hush now!” the director woman snapped.

When the room was nearly empty, I stepped towards her, “Umm… ma’am?”

She looked down at me, an impatient eyebrow raised.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” I said in a small voice, “I didn’t know what I was signing when—”

“You signed the contract, didn’t you?” she asked impatiently.

“Yes, but I was told—”

“You didn’t read it?”

“I was in a hurry and the lady said it was—”

“Not my problem,” she held up a hand, “You signed the contract. You’re legally bound to it, whether you read it or not. Now get out there. You have guests to tend to.”

“But I’m… I’ve never…”

She heaved a heavy sigh, gripped my shoulders, spun me around and marched me forward, out the door.

In the train car, several werewolves were lounging in chairs, drinks in hand, and some already had a human companion in their laps. My eyes widened in horror when I saw one of the humans had already been forced to his knees, his head between the legs of a werewolf woman while her fingers knotted in his hair, grinding his face against her crotch.

“New to this, sweetie?” a voice sounded beside me.

I jumped as a hand wrapped around my arm and dragged me closer to a large, warm body.

“Don’t worry, baby,” the werewolf man murmured, leading me over to one of the chairs, “I’ll take care of you.”

He sat and pulled me into his lap, his hand squeezing my ass possessively, making me yelp with surprise.

“Please don’t,” I said in a small voice, struggling against his hold, “Please, I’m… I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled, pressing his nose into my neck, “I think you’re supposed to be right here.”

His hand moved from my ass to between my legs.

I desperately tried to push him away and said, “I’ve never done this. Please…”

He paused, pulling back to look in my eyes, “You’re a virgin?”

I swallowed dryly and nodded.

A wicked smile broke out on his face, “Well then I just won the lottery.”

I fought back a sob as he ducked his head again, nibbling at my neck. His hand was still between my legs, rubbing circles over my clit through my clothes. I’d never been touched like that by anyone before. And my first time was by a stranger whose name I didn’t know, who didn’t know my name, and who only saw me as a sex toy.

Yet, I couldn’t help the whimpers of pleasure that came from my lips. It felt good to be touched for the first time. For the hand on my clit to not be my own or a vibrator.

Just four days and I’d be free. The train would arrive and I’d be free. I just had to put up with it for four days.

While the man continued to rub me through my clothes, he spoke to his fellow werewolves, many of whom also had humans on hand. He talked as if he wasn’t actively violating me in front of everyone, only occasionally ducking his head to nibble at me while someone else talked.

I kept my eyes averted from everyone else. I didn’t want to see how many people were witness to my shame. I couldn’t handle it.

Eventually, one of the man’s hands made its way under my shirt and started squeezing my breast. I whined and squirmed, trying to dislodge his hand, but it was no good. He held me still with one arm while assaulting me with his other hand.

“Do you mind if I cut in?” a deep voice sounded from above me.

“Oh… uh… Of course, sir,” the werewolf holding me said quickly and I suddenly found myself being pushed out of his lap, onto my feet.

I swayed, unsteady from the abrupt change, only to be caught by new hands around my upper arms.

“All yours,” the man that had been holding me said.

I looked up at the new werewolf. He was extremely tall and clearly very thickly built under his nicely fitted suit, with a thick black beard and long hair pulled neatly behind his head. The man held me at arm’s length for a moment, his eyes looking me up and down before he inclined his head towards the previous werewolf.

“Thank you, Robert,” he said.

“Of course, sir,” the previous werewolf said quickly, “Whatever you need.”

The new werewolf scooped me into his arms, cradling me to his broad chest, as he walked through the train car.

“I can walk on my own,” I told him, struggling in his hold.

“I am certain you can,” he said with a rich chuckle, “But I wish to carry you, pup.”

I pursed my lips at the pet name, “I’m not a pup.”

He smiled, but said nothing as he moved to one of the chairs and sat, continuing to cradle me in his arms.

“Let me go,” I said, pushing at his chest to try to get away.

He raised an eyebrow, “If you leave my possession, another werewolf will take you for their own. Did you perhaps prefer Robert?”

I glanced back towards where the previous werewolf was. He had already found another human, his hand in the woman’s pants.

“N-no,” I stuttered out, “But I’m not supposed to be here at all.”

“You signed the contract, yes?”

“Yes, but I didn’t know what it was for.”

“Unfortunate. Still, as I said, if you leave my possession, another werewolf will take you and I do not want that. For the remainder of this trip, you belong to me, pup.”

I fought back a sob and nodded my understanding.

Just four days. Four days and I would be free.

Unlike the previous werewolf, my new captor didn’t touch me between my legs as he began speaking to the other werewolves. He held me to him with one hand on my waist while the other ran up and down my thigh, which was still more intimate than I liked, but it was better than having my clit touched in a room full of strangers.

I didn’t want to listen to the conversations around me. I wanted to completely check out. I rested my forehead against the man’s collarbone, closing my eyes and desperately trying to forget where I was. The werewolf’s hand on my thigh didn’t let me forget. I was acutely aware of the contact as his large, warm hand ran down almost to my knee and then up to the curve of my ass.

“A moment, pup,” he murmured in my ear, “I need to conduct some business in private.”

Before I knew it, I was being hauled gently to my feet. The werewolf took my hand and led me over to the corner of the train car, where a few other humans were sitting. He guided me to a chair and gestured for me to sit.

He bent down and kissed my forehead, “I will return shortly. Behave yourself.”

I nodded numbly and he smiled and turned, leaving the train car with a few other werewolves at his side. As soon as he was gone, the two other humans there leaned towards me.

“How’d you do it?” the woman asked in a hushed but excited tone.

“Do… what?” I asked, hugging myself protectively.

“Bag the Alpha,” the man said in disbelief, “I’ve been doing this for five years and I’ve never seen him take on a human before.”

I felt my eyes widen fearfully, “The… Alpha…? Like the Alpha?”

The pair of them nodded, looking at me like I’d lost my mind.

“You really didn’t know?” the woman asked, “Wow… You must be oblivious. He’s only the most famous werewolf in the whole fucking world.”

My face warmed with shame and anxiety. The Alpha...what the fuck?

“He probably overheard that they’re a virgin,” the man commented to the woman.

“Really?” she looked at me, brow furrowed, “You’re a virgin?”

“I’ve… never had sex,” I whispered.

“Fuck,” the woman groaned, “If I’d known that was all it’d take to get the Alpha’s attention, I would’ve saved myself.”

My face burned further.

The werewolf that had laid claim to me returned to the car, walking straight towards me. He held his hand out to me.

As I looked up at him, really looked at him, I realized I did recognize him. I’d seen him on the news plenty of times. I just hadn't been expecting to see him there.

“Come with me, pup,” he said, his voice soft.

The humans beside me gave me a look of jealousy and disbelief.

I swallowed hard and placed my hand within his. He helped me to my feet and started leading me to the door at the back of the train car. My breathing was rough and ragged. The Alpha. The fucking Alpha. I barely saw where we were going as he led the way through the train. He kept a steadying hand on me as I rocked with the train’s movements.

Then we were in a private room. A surprisingly large bed for it being on a train took up a large amount of the space. My heart raced in fear as I eyed the bed, but he pulled me past it and into a bathroom, also unexpectedly large for being on a train. Suddenly, he held me close, pressing his nose into my neck and inhaling deeply. When he pulled away, he had a frown on his face.

“You smell of other wolves,” he told me and he gestured at the shower, “Bathe thoroughly.”

“P-please, sir,” I looked up at him with wide eyes, “I… I shouldn’t be here.”

“Regardless, you are here and for the next four days, you belong to me, pup,” he said in a firm but not unkind voice. “Please do not make this more difficult than it needs to be. Shower and there will be clean clothes waiting for you.”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he stepped out and closed the door behind him. Left with no real choice, I showered. Keeping in mind what he said about the scent of other werewolves, I made sure to wash my neck thoroughly where the other man had nibbled. I also took the time to wash away the evidence of my arousal between my legs. Of which there was an embarrassing amount.

Once I felt clean, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. Then I realized… I didn’t have any clothes to put on in the bathroom. My werewolf-scented clothes were there, but I knew the Alpha wouldn’t be happy about that. My only option was to step into the bedroom and hope there were clothes waiting for me there.

They were, but the Alpha was also there. He was on his cell phone, speaking a language I didn’t understand. When he saw me emerge, he said a quick goodbye to whoever was on the other end of the conversation and hung up. He gestured to a small stack of clothing on the bed.

“Dress,” he ordered, “Quickly, please. We have somewhere to be.”

I swallowed hard and moved towards the bed. The Alpha’s head was ducked as he did some typing on his phone. Steeling myself, I grabbed the shirt from the stack and tried to keep the towel firmly around me as I maneuvered to attempt to dress.

I heard the Alpha heave a sigh and then suddenly he was moving towards me. I tried to back away, but I hit a wall and then the Alpha was there, his hand gripping the towel I clutched around me. I tried to hold on to it, to keep him from pulling it off, but to no avail. The towel was yanked from my body and I struggled to cover myself with my hands. He dropped the towel and gripped one of my wrists, holding it up so I couldn’t use that hand to cover myself.

“There,” he said simply, “I have seen you naked. No need to complicate things to avoid this outcome now, is there?”

I didn’t respond, I just struggled against his hold, trying to free my wrist.

“Is there?” he repeated more firmly.

I stilled and said in a quiet voice, “No, sir.”

He released me, “Good pup. Now dress. As I said, we have somewhere to be.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied weakly.

He gave a nod and then moved away, resuming typing on his cell phone.

I dressed as quickly as possible, grateful that the man didn’t look at me again while I did so.

“Good,” he said, pocketing his phone and then offering me his arm, “Shall we?”

I wanted to scream “no!” in his face, but that wouldn’t do any good, so I nodded and moved to his side, holding his arm as he led the way out of the room. We went into the dining car and the Alpha gestured for me to sit beside him at a large table. There were lots of other werewolves sat there, and only a few of my fellow contracted humans.

Food was delivered to us. Mostly meat based, from what I saw. Which made sense, with all the werewolves.

My stomach was too tense to eat much. And as much as I tried to ignore the conversation around me, I still heard some of it.

“Alpha, you’re really not worried about the vampires rising in the north?” a woman werewolf asked, who had a human woman at her side.

“We have people keeping an eye on them, Delilah,” he responded, “As a whole, however, I do not believe vampires present a threat to us.”

“They threaten humans,” a man argued.

“Not as much as the news would have you believe. How many humans kill humans every day?” the Alpha asked, “The numbers of vampire on human violence feel high because the news reports on every single attack broadly when the reality is that they kill far fewer humans on average than humans kill each other.”

“So a few human deaths at the hands of vampires are acceptable?” another questioned.

“Not at all. I only mean to say that vampires as a species are not a threat to werewolves or humans. The violence, whether it be vampires against humans or humans against humans, needs to be addressed. I have formed a committee of vampires, werewolves, and humans to discuss what can be done. We are investigating the causes of vampire attacks on humans and learning how we can prevent them.”

“Killing all vampires would do it,” someone pointed out.

“Indeed, it would,” the Alpha agreed gravely, “Just as killing all humans would cease their attacks on werewolves. Do you suggest we commit genocide for the acts of a few individuals?”

The person flushed and didn’t respond.

“As I said,” the Alpha continued, “Vampires as a whole are not a danger to us. Everyone on an individual basis has the capability of committing horrendous acts, but those actions should not condemn their entire species.”

The conversation drifted away from vampires as I starred at the nearly full plate of food in front of me, stomach churning.

“You are not hungry?” the Alpha asked me softly.

“No, sir,” I replied in a whisper.

“You should at least drink some water,” he said, moving my glass closer to me before taking my plate and emptying it onto his.

I took the glass and drank a few sips before setting it back down.

The Alpha gave a weary sigh, shaking his head, “More, please, pup.”

“Yes, sir,” I muttered, a little bitterly, as grabbed the glass again, drinking more deeply.

“Good, pup,” he said softly.

My cheeks warmed under his praise.

He returned to speaking to others at the table and I obediently continued sipping my drink, realizing I was indeed quite thirsty.

After a while, the people dispersed from the table. The Alpha helped me up, but instead of letting me walk, he scooped me into his arms. I gave a small yelp of surprise, which earned a chuckle from him. I didn’t bother complaining. It wouldn’t do any good.

He carried me into another car, where the werewolves had settled down with their human companions. I tried to avert my eyes from the sexual acts being preformed shamelessly, but I couldn’t help glancing. A werewolf had their cock down a human’s throat. Another werewolf was fingering open a human’s pussy lazily. When I saw a human bent over a table, a werewolf plowing into them with a strap on, I finally buried my face in the Alpha’s shoulder, closing my eyes.

I felt him chuckle as he moved to sit in one of the chairs, cradling me to his chest. My body buzzed with nerves as I expected him to start fucking me like the other werewolves were doing to their humans.

“Quite the cutie you’ve got there, boss,” someone said.

“Indeed,” the Alpha agreed, running his hand up my thigh as he spoke, sending a shiver through me, “No companion for this trip, Leo?”

“All the good ones were taken,” the man sighed sadly, “There should be a rule that no one can have more than a single human on these trips. Delilah claimed two.”

“You could always ask her to share.”

The man raised an eyebrow, “It’s Delilah.”

The Alpha chuckled, giving my thigh a small pat, “Indeed. My apologies. You know the rules of the train are outside my jurisdiction, Leo.”

“Well, yeah, but you’re the Alpha,” the man persisted, “As if they’d refuse you anything.”

“As I understand it, they are still perfecting the system. You may lodge a complaint if you wish.”

“Won’t help me get my dick wet today,” the man grumbled.

“Indeed not,” the Alpha agreed gravely.

“You know I helped you out with those rogue packs in the west,” he said.

“You did,” the Alpha said slowly, “I am grateful for you assistance. It was invaluable.”

“Invaluable enough that you would let me have a taste of that cute little thing in your arms?” Leo asked.

I inhaled sharply and pressed closer to the Alpha, weirdly seeking safety in his arms despite the situation.

“I am glad to share many resources with you, Leo,” the Alpha replied coolly, “I will listen to any request you have that would improve your life and the lives of those in your territory. But this human is mine for the next four days and I have no intention of sharing them.”

I let out a breath of relief, my body relaxing.

“Of course, Alpha,” the man said quickly, “Sorry. I… My apologies.”

“No harm done. It never hurts to ask,” the Alpha replied, “I do hope you find company on this trip, my friend.”

“Thank you, sir,” he said before retreating.

“Are you alright, pup?” the Alpha murmured, stroking my cheek.

I pulled back so I could look up at him, “You’re not gonna share me?”

“No, I will not,” he said firmly, “You are mine.”

Something about the way he said that made me shiver. I glanced around the room. Lots of clothes had come off and more than a few pairs, or larger groups, were outright fucking. Yet the Alpha hadn’t done more than hold me.

“Are… are you going to do…” I swallowed and nodded to one of the nearer groups, “that… to me…?”

He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, “Not here. Not in front of everyone, pup.”

I let out a breath of relief, though it was mitigated by the implication that he still would do it. That said, it was good to know that my violation wouldn’t be a public spectacle.

“Then… why are we here?” I asked in a small voice.

“Would you rather go back to my room now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No!” I said a little to loudly and quickly. I shrunk, feeling my face warm.

He chuckled and rubbed my thigh gently, “We are here for business purposes. I am waiting for someone to arrive, but they are running late. You are free to enjoy the show in the meantime.”

I glared at him and looked away from the groups of fucking people.

“You are not going to lean against me again?” he asked, sounding hurt, “I quite enjoyed that.”

“Sorry if your pleasure isn’t top of my priorities,” I muttered.

He gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. For a second, I thought he was angry, but he was smiling.

“Good,” he stated, “I like your fire, pup.”

Before I could respond, someone approached, “Alpha. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Not a problem,” the Alpha released my chin and gestured to the chair beside him, “I missed you at lunch.”

“You looked occupied,” they said as they took their seat, “I’ve never seen you with a human on these trips. This one must be pretty special.”

“Perhaps,” the Alpha said, “Though I admit, I usually am far too busy to even notice the offerings.”

“I can relate to that. Makes me glad I have a permanent human companion ready and waiting at home.”

“Did you wish to discuss humans or the trade routes from your territory, Rose?”

“My apologies, Alpha. One of our grain suppliers is short this season and…”

I didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation. My eyes were drawn again to the werewolves fucking their humans all around us. I wondered at how or even why they would choose to have such an important meeting in a room clearly designated for sex. Though, I couldn’t help but notice how the werewolf, Rose, seemed to be enjoying watching the proceedings while they discussed their territory’s food supply.

While watching the other werewolves enjoying themselves, I felt the Alpha’s hand firm on my thigh, rubbing circles there. Even though it wasn’t between my legs, like the previous werewolf had done, I still felt arousal build.

I had an internal debate. There were basically two options. I could fight the Alpha, not let myself get aroused or enjoy it, and he would still probably take me. Or I could give in to the excitement I felt building between my legs, which would make it easier for him to fuck me and probably make it less painful. I didn’t know which option I’d be able to live with after the four days were up.

“Thank you, Rose,” the Alpha said, beginning to rise as he cradled me in his arms. “I will set the plans in motion right away. The wolves in your territory will not go hungry.”

“Thank you, Alpha,” they said, giving a bow.

The Alpha carried me through the train cars, back to his room. I felt fear grip my heart. Once we were in his room, he set me down on my feet.

“Ah, good,” he said, “Your things were delivered here.”

“My… my things?” I sputtered, rushing over to where my two travel cases were.

But the Alpha beat me to it. He lifted one of the suitcases up onto a table and unzipped it.

“Please don’t,” I said, “That’s… that’s mine. It’s private.”

He turned and raised an eyebrow at me, “Not on this train, pup.” He returned his attention to the travel case as he filled it open. “You seem to have planned an extended trip.”

“Stay out of that,” I said, moving and reaching to grab the case. My words were cut off when the Alpha wrapped a hand around my throat. Automatically, I gripped his wrist in both my hands, fruitlessly trying to pry him off me.

“What exactly do you not wish for me to find, pup?” he asked, his voice soft but with a dangerous edge.

“You… you have no right,” I choked out. His hand wasn’t squeezing tightly, but I found I was having trouble speaking under his harsh gaze.

“You signed away your rights,” he reminded me, “Now go sit on the bed.”

I glared up at him for several long moments before dropping my gaze and letting go of his wrist. Once I did, he released my throat. I rubbed my neck automatically as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, watching fearfully as the werewolf dug through my belongings.

He systematically pulled out all my clothes, folding them and setting them aside. I couldn’t help that spread over flush of my face as he got to my underwear. I didn’t have fancy underwear or anything, but it still felt extremely invasive. To his credit, he didn’t make any lewd comments. He set the articles of clothing aside just as he had the rest.

When he finished going through the first travel case, he put everything back and moved on to the next. I shuffled uncomfortably as he unzipped it. Immediately, he raised an eyebrow. He reached into the case and pulled out a wand vibrator before looking at me questioning.

“You have a problem with vibrators?” I asked stiffly.

“Not at all,” he said with a chuckle, setting the device aside, “But my husband would chide you for buying such poor quality.”

“Husband?” I demanded, “You’re… married?”

He frowned at me, “That is hardly a secret. Many of your kind were upset to learn I was married to man.”

“Sorry, I don’t keep up with werewolf gossip,” I muttered, “I have more important things to do.”

“Clearly,” he nodded towards my travel case, “You packed quite thoroughly. Where are you going?”

I crossed my arms and pursed my lips.

“Or perhaps I should ask from what you are running,” he mused, “Regardless…” he returned my things to the case, “It seems you truly are just a traveler.”

“Did… did you think I was lying?” I asked, confused.

“I wondered if you had been sent to assassinate me,” he said, zipping up the case and setting it back on the ground.

“Why would I do that? And why me?”

He faced me, arms crossed as he frowned thoughtfully, “You truly did not know who I was, did you?”

I looked away, embarrassed.

“How did you come to be here, pup?”

“I’m not a pup,” I said through clench teeth.

“Answer the question.”

“I… I needed a way to get across the country,” I muttered, “But I didn’t have enough money. This lady said there was a free train, I just had to sign a bunch of stuff. It was leaving soon, so I didn’t have time to read the contract and…”

“And now here you are.”

“Lucky me.”

“You are indeed getting a free train ride across the country.”

“Not free if I have to pay with my body.”

“A fair point,” he inclined his head, “Were you telling Robert the truth? You are virgin?”

I grimaced, “Not a fan of that word.”

He chuckled, “Then you and my husband would get along well. You are sexually inexperienced?”

I nodded reluctantly.

“I take it you are not unfamiliar with pleasure,” he said, nodding towards my travel case.

“Whatever you’re gonna do, why not just do it?” I demanded, “Get it over with.”

The Alpha raised an eyebrow, “I have no intention of rushing this. After all, it is your first time. I want to make it memorable.”

“I think my virginity being taken against my will by the Alpha werewolf will be pretty fucking memorable.”

He smiled, “For me, I mean.”

I glared at him.

“There is that fire,” he said, stepping towards me, “You are cute when you are scared and submissive, but I like your defiance.”

“Not used to people not bending to your every whim, Alpha?” I asked spitefully.

“Good,” he breathed, moving closer until he was right in front of me. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my face up, “Do you have more to say, pup?”

I breathed heavily, struggling for another cutting remark, but nothing came.

“A pity. Now will you undress yourself or shall I do it for you?”

I swallowed hard. And there we came to my choice… Did I made it easier on us all? Or did I fight him the whole way?

He waited patiently for my answer, as if he knew what debate was raging in my head.

“Please don’t do this,” I whispered.

“I will not hurt you, pup,” the Alpha said, his voice soft and gentle, “And if you allow yourself, you will enjoy it as well.”

“I don’t want to,” I said, feeling tears sting my eyes. “Please, Alpha.”

He didn’t say anything. He ducked down and pressed a kiss to my forehead before pushing me backwards to lay on the bed. I went without fighting him, struggling to keep my tears from falling. Once I was on my back, the Alpha pulled my shoes off and then gripped the waistband of my pants. I stared up at the ceiling as he pulled down my pants and underwear in one smooth motion.

“Hmm,” he rumbled, his warm hand finding my bare center, “You are positively soaked.”

I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth.

“I know better than to say this means you want this,” he told me, his thick warm thumb rubbing slow circles over my clit as I forced myself to stay silent, “It is a natural reaction to stimuli and has nothing to do with what you do or do not want. It will, however, make this easier.”

I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips as he pressed a finger into me.

“Have you ever had something inside you before?” the Alpha asked, his voice low and husky as his finger swirled with me slowly.

“Y-yes,” I choked out, my hands in tight fists on the bedsheets as I fought to stay still.

“Good,” he murmured, his hands leaving my pussy and traveling under my shirt, pushing it up to expose my belly. “Solo explorations, I imagine?”

“Just fuck me already,” I ground out.

He smiled, “There is that fire.”

I glared at him as he pulled my shirt off, over my head, leaving me completely bare. He hands ran up and down my sides, taking the time to run his thumbs over my stiffening nipples. I couldn’t suppress my shudder at the sensation.

Then he pulled back and began undoing the buttons of his shirt, “Play with yourself.”

“W-what?” I stuttered, sitting up and scooting back away from him on the bed.

“Pleasure yourself,” he said, “I want to see what you enjoy.”

“Why do you care what I enjoy?” I demanded, my voice more weary than angry, “This isn’t that complicated. I’m already… prepped. Just fuck me and be done.”

He raised an eyebrow, “You are not nearly prepared enough for me, pup.”

My eyes widened in horror at the implication of his words. I automatically glanced down at the bulge in his pants and swallowed dryly.

“I will make sure you can take me before I fuck you,” he said, “You can ease that along. If you truly wish for this to be over quickly, touch yourself. Show me what brings you pleasure.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, “Fine, but… I only ever use a vibrator.”

“You never use your fingers?” he asked.

“Not on… on my clit. It doesn’t feel as good.”

“Hmm,” he said, shrugging off his shirt and folding it before setting it aside. “Still, I want to see you finger yourself. Please, pup.”

I couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of his shirtless torso. He looked sizable with the suit on, but without it, I could see he was a large man. Chewing my lip anxiously, I reached down between my legs.

Fuck, I was wet. Way more so than I got in my quick vibrator sessions. I was soaking the bed sheets beneath me. At the feeling of my fingers on my clit, I let out a small moan.

“Good pup,” he murmured. His words reminded me that he was there and I quickly pulled my hand away, my face flushing.

The Alpha was fully bare, having finished undressing while I touched myself. My eyes were drawn immediately to his half hard cock. I didn’t have much, if any, experience with real penises but it looked intimidatingly large.

“Did I tell you to stop?” the Alpha asked, his hand wrapping around his length as he slowly began stroking himself.

“Please don’t do this,” I begged.

He frowned and stepped closer to the bed. I started to back away, but he gripped my ankle and dragged me towards him.

“No!” I tried to kick at him, but before I could land a hit, he was on me, his waist between my thighs, his heavy torso on mine, and his hands pinning my wrists to the bed. I felt his large, burning hot cock resting against my pelvis.

“If I need to restrain you, I shall,” he warned in a low voice, “Is this what you want, pup?”

A shudder ran through me. My body was reacting to his words and the feeling of his weight pressing down on me, the strength of him holding me still.

“Hmm,” he raised a curious eyebrow, “Perhaps you do indeed enjoy it.”

He moved my wrists to above my head so he could hold them in a single hand. His newly free hand ran down my body, stroking my breasts, my belly, and finally settling between my legs. I struggled against his hold as he began gently rubbing circles over my clit.

“Please don’t,” I begged in a small voice.

The Alpha ignored my plea and ducked his head to my neck. First he inhaled deeply and then he nibbled at my neck, biting down gently. At the sensation I stilled and whimpered.

“Good pup.” he murmured against my neck and then he pressed a finger into me, while his thumb continued to work my clit. The Alpha continued to nibble and bite my neck.

My back arched off the bed as I felt his thick finger swirl within me.

“You are quite tight,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “Have you had anything my size before?”

I swallowed hard and squeaked out, “N-no… I don’t think so.”

“Good,” he replied and I felt him press a second finger into me.

I winced at the stretch. It was borderline painful.

“Relax,” he ordered, pulling back to look into my eyes as he finger fucked me, “Give in and this will be much easier for you.”

“Easier for you to assault me?” I said through clenched teeth.

He curled his fingers upward as his thumb pressed hard against my clit, making me let out a long moan as I felt an orgasm fast approaching.

“I will enjoy this regardless,” he told me, “You can enjoy it if you allow yourself.”

“St-stop,” I begged, my hips moving of their own accord as I neared the edge. “D-don’t!”

He released my wrists, instead using his hand to grab my breast, giving it a rough squeeze as he thrust his fingers against my g-spot.

“Fuck…” I moaned out, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, my hands grappling at his arm for something to hold as pleasure washed over my body against my will. I felt my pussy convulsing rhythmically around his fingers as he continued to gently rub my clit, drawing out my orgasm.

He looked down at me as I panted, recovering from the experience, his fingers still deep inside me, his eyes full of lust.

“Am… am I wet enough for you now, Alpha?” I hissed with as much spite as I could in my breathless state.

“Hmm,” he mused, moving his fingers within me, making me whimper at the over-stimulation, “I think you may be. Do you feel ready for me, pup?”

“Just do it. Get it over with.”

“Alright,” he agreed, pulling his fingers from me and instead gripping his cock, stroking it and spreading my arousal on himself, “Would you like for me to take you like this?” he rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy.

I squirmed at the sensation.

“Or should I turn you over and fuck you from behind.”

My pussy clenched at his words and he smiled.

“From behind it is,” he said and before I could react, he grabbed me, and flipped me over.

“Hey!” I protested, starting to get up, but he pressed his hand between my shoulder blades, forcing my face into the mattress. I shudder ran through me at the sensation of being pinned, his body pressing close behind me.

His other hand wrapped around his cock, guiding it to rub through my folds, soaking him in my juices.

“Please, wait,” I begged breathlessly, fear suddenly gripping me, “N-not yet. Please, Alpha.”

“What happened to ‘get it over with’?” he asked, sounding amused.

“I’m not ready,” I said, feeling tears start to soak through the blanket under my cheek.

“Do you wish for me to prepare you further?”

I swallowed hard and said, “Y-yes. Please.”

“Good pup,” he murmured, his hand moving between my legs, his fingers entering me again.

With the new position, it felt different, eliciting a whimper from me. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to force my body to relax, to let him in. I didn’t want it to hurt. I didn’t want it to be more painful than it had to be.

“You are doing well,” the Alpha told me, the hand on my back beginning to rub soothing circles there, rather than holding me down.

The praise went straight between my legs, sending strange tingles of pleasure through me.

He worked three fingers into me, gently moving in and out, filling the air with lewd squelching noises. I felt a second orgasm beginning to build in my belly. I knew that if I managed to cum again, my inner muscles would tighten and penetration would be difficult for a time afterwards. I didn’t want to test his patience by asking him to wait longer.

“Okay,” I spoke up, my voice shaky. I hated myself for being party to my violation, but I knew it would be worse if I wasn’t, “I… I think I’m ready…”

“Good pup,” he said, bending over me and pressing a kiss to my shoulder, “Try to relax. I will be gentle.”

He ran a soothing hand over my back before he resumed rubbing his cock against me, lubricating it. Then he lined himself with my entrance and pressed forward. As I felt the stretch, fear overwhelmed me.

“No!” I started to struggle, but his hand came quickly down on my back, pressing me flat against the bed.

“Stay still,” he ordered, “I do not wish to hurt you, pup.”

My hands tightened into fists around the blanket beneath me as tears blurred my vision. He continued to enter me slowly and I felt myself open around him, molding to his shape. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it felt foreign and uncomfortable inside me.

Behind me, I heard him groan in pleasure. He didn’t stop until I felt his pelvis flush against my ass. Then he stilled, his breathing ragged. After a moment, he reached between my legs and rubbed my clit.

“Oh!” I gasped out, my pussy twitching around him at the sensation.

And then he moved. He pulled back slowly, all the while his fingers worked my clit. Before he was fully out, he pushed gently back in. The sensation of him reentering me smoothly and the stimulation of my clit pulled a moan from my lips.

He slowly built up speed, pulling out nearly all the way before thrusting forward. He couldn’t keep up pleasuring me while he moved. He instead gripped my hip, one hand still pinning me to the bed while the other provided him with more leverage.

Little sounds of pleasure escaped me every time he thrust back into my pussy. Without really thinking about it, I reached down to play with my own clit, needing that stimulation to truly enjoy the feeling of him fucking me.

“Good pup,” he grunted.

I gave a small pleased whine at his words, happy with the praise. It sent zings of pleasure through me.

With his large cock opening me up, stimulating nerves I hadn’t know existed, and my hand rubbing my clit, it didn’t take long for my second orgasm to hit me. I moaned openly into the blankets under my face, my free hand knotting in them as my pussy clenched and convulsed around the Alpha.

He muttered something in a language I didn’t recognize, but his meaning was clear. He was close as well. He fucked me roughly before pressing forward, his cock twitching within me as I felt a warmth filling me.

He panted, his body curling over mine as he used one arm to brace himself against the bed.

The Alpha kissed my shoulder and murmured breathlessly, “You did well, my pup.”

I hummed contently, wiggling my hips against him. He groaned and held me still. He slowly pulled out and I winced at the loss. I felt his cum drip out of me and run down my legs.

Very carefully, he lifted me into his arms and I leaned my head against his bare chest. He gave a low chuckle that vibrated my body as he moved onto the bed. The Alpha reached for something beside the bed and then pressed a warm, damp cloth between my legs.

I grimaced and squirmed uncomfortably.

“Sshh, pup,” he soothed, “Let me take care of you.”

I relaxed, melting in his arms as he cleaned the mess from between my legs. When he was done, he put the cloth away and kissed my forehead.

“You were wonderful,” he murmured, cradling me to him.

I blinked quickly, the fog of pleasure receding from my head. My breathing sped up.

“Pup?” he questioned, sounding concerned.

“I’m… not your pup,” I whispered, wiggling to try to get out of his arms, but he tightened his hold.

“For the duration of this trip, you are,” he reminded me, “You belong to me, pup.”

“Fuck you,” I said, pushing weakly against his chest, “Let me go.”

He chuckled and gripped my chin, raising my face to look up at him, “There is that fire again.”

I jerked my chin free and glared at him.

“You cannot honestly deny that you enjoyed this,” he told me, “You gave yourself to me freely.”

“Because fighting you would hurt more,” I countered.

“Perhaps. I do not believe that is the full truth. Did I hurt you, pup?”

I swallowed hard and reluctantly said, “No.”

“Good,” he replied, “If I do, I wish for you to tell me.”

“Why does it matter?” I demanded, “You’re gonna fuck me no matter what.”

“I will do what I can to minimize your discomfort. You did well asking me to prepare you further. If you continue to cooperate in that way, we both shall greatly enjoy the remainder of our time together.”

“I’m used goods now, though,” I pointed out, “I’m not a virgin anymore.”

He raised an eyebrow, “You believe that was your appeal to me?”

“Wasn’t it?”

“Not in the way you think. I have no plans to toss you aside now.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want to fuck you again,” he said simply, “I want you to cum on my cock over and over until you are incoherent.”

I swallowed dryly, my eyes wide.

“For now, however,” he began, “I think you should rest. We have two more nights together and after such an intense experience, I believe you need time to recover.”

His words made me truly process it… I’d had sex. Concerned, I reached a hand between my legs, as if to reassure myself that I was unharmed.

“Are you alright?” he asked, “Are you in pain?”

I shook my head, “No, but… was there blood?” I asked in a small voice.

His expression shifted into a kind smile, “No, pup. There was no blood.”

I let out a breath of relief. All my life, I’d been told my first time would be filled with blood and pain, but… it wasn’t. Whether that was due to my previous dildo usage or the Alpha’s thorough preparation, I didn’t know.

“Sleep, little one,” he murmured, kissing my forehead, “You are safe and cared for here.”

“I think we have different ideas of what safe means,” I mumbled, but I leaned my forehead against his shoulder regardless.

“Perhaps we do. Still, you can rest easy knowing I shall not touch you again tonight.”

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