#bts oneshots

[beenbaanbuun]

hoodie w/ jungkook

no bc i’m thinking thoughts… fluffy ones

like imagine you’re lay with your head on his stomach while he’s doing something on his phone. your eyes are getting tired but it’s too bright outside to sleep - the sun coming through the curtains is annoyingly shining right onto your eyes. now, you could get up and close the curtains, but you’re too tired and too lazy to do that. and you could move a few inches until the sun wasn’t in your eyes but jungkook’s stomach is just so comfy and that’s too much effort.

“what’s got you pouting, bun?” he doesn’t even have to look at you for more than a few seconds to see the way your lips are forming a deep frown, and the way your eyebrows are furrowed angrily. very cute, jungkook think as he uses a hand to ruffle your hair.

“the suns too bright,” you grumble.

“close the curtains, then,” he replies.

“don’t want to.”

he chuckles at your stubbornness.

“and i’m guessing you don’t want to move from there either?”

he was right - he knew you well enough to know this his stomach was your favourite pillow. it was firm but soft and always warm, but in a nice way. you nodded, allowing an annoyed whine to slip from your mouth.

he smiles at you lovingly, as he pulls his fingers away from your hair and uses it to push your head up. you mumble a small complaint out as he slips it into the pocket of his hoodie. he tugs, pulling the material up his chest to reveal his bare stomach.

“head down, bun,” he says, and you follow his instructions. the soft skin sticks to your cheek a little, but it’s an even nicer pillow than his clothed stomach. you sigh in satisfaction and close your eyes again.

that’s when he pulls his hoodie back down, allowing it to slip over your head and cover it completely. he rests the hand that’s still in his pocket on the side of your head, using his fingers to push it down over your eyes. it’s pitch black now - perfect conditions to nap in.

“that better?” he asks.

“much better.”

he hums in acknowledgment before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone prior to your distraction.

“sleep well.”

#bts fluff #bts oneshots #bts oneshot #bts x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook oneshot

[mysingularitybts]

Put Your Records On

Pairing: Cat Hybrid!Yoongi x Human! F. Reader (you)

Genre: smut, fluff, strangers 2 lovers, hybrid!au, 18+

Appearances: Bunny!Jungkook, Fox!Jin, Human!Hoseok, Panther! Taehyung, Human! Jimin, Wolf! Namjoon

Word Count: ~30k

Warnings/tags: hybryd au! (there will be mentions of scenting, heats, and that sort of thing) let's start light with cursing, oral (f, m receiving), unprotected sex, creampies, light biting, breeding, fingering, m. masturbation, light voyeurism, oral (m2m), cum play, there's probably some other stuff i missed or simply refuse typing out here lol

a/n: this was supposed to be a small thing and then it evolved into what it is today (half plot half porn). i knew i was obsessed with kitty yoongi i just never realized i was this obsessed. this oneshot made me write things i never thought id write, it pushed me to my limits but I'm pretty proud of it. i hope you guys like it... there is so much smut also grammarly is a pain in my ass

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Like every morning for the past seven years, Yoongi walks to work with hands in his pockets and earbuds in his ears. The music blasting out of them does nothing to dampen the city noise as the extra pair of ears at the top of his head catches them. One of the downsides of being a hybrid, a cat one, to be precise.

Like every morning, he stops in front of a tall, glass-lined building that glimmers under the rising sun, and as always, he curses it out in his head (or under his breath) for ruining his dream. The same one that began when he first learned the purpose of the building. To become a music producer. He scowls at it for a whole minute before continuing to his destination. A minute a day is all the time he allows himself to rain on his parade.

He proceeds to walk to the small music shop tucked between a coffee shop and a comic book store. He unlocks the door fitfully, having to jiggle the keys expertly. There’s no chance of anyone stealing from the store when he can barely open the door himself. Turning on the stereo with the music of a new upcoming artist, he organizes anything he might’ve left out of place the night before and cleans the counters.

It’s become a routine for Yoongi to wake up, scowl at the glass building, go to work, endure people’s discrimination towards hybrids, close the store, go home, and go to sleep. He’s gotten so used to the repetition that when he has free time on Sundays, he feels at a loss on what to do. He’s tried opening the store those days, but then Lee, the closest thing to a father figure he has, would just get mad at him for not resting.

It’s not unusual for him to get new customers. Still, they are always the same sort of people, music students or hipsters who want to try and be cool with their indie music. Today though, he feels something change when a blue-haired girl walks into the store for the first time. The bell jingles at the top of the door as you walk in, looking around the store before beelining to the aisle labeled ‘vinyl.’ Yoongi follows you with his eyes as his tail swishes behind him in curiosity.

You’d heard of this store from a co-worker and thought it would be the perfect place to find a gift for your brother, who’s recently started a vinyl collection. You rummage through the bins trying to find anything he might like but what you see is barely anything you’ve heard of before.

Yoongi stares at you without approaching you; he usually lets the customer decide if they need help. He’s lost count of how many times people have told him they don’t need the help of a hybrid. But as you move into the third bin of vinyl out of the few dozen in the store, he decides to make a move, or you’ll be here for hours.

“What are you looking for?” he asks straight to the point.

You look up, startled, not having heard him approach you. You can’t help but stare, not because he’s a hybrid but because he must be one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life. Yoongi doesn’t take it that way, as he believes you’re judging him for what he is. Instantly his cat ears pin back, and his eyes narrow.

“Well?” He prompts rudely.

“Sorry, um…Yoongi.” You say, squinting to read his name tag, “I’m looking for a vinyl for my brother as a birthday gift.” You look at him nervously as you feel him judge your entire being, wishing you had worn more makeup today and not stained your sweater during lunch.

“Anything in specific you’re searching for? What is his music taste?” Yoongi asks, bored.

“He likes electro-pop.”

Yoongi nods and directs you further down the aisle, he organized the bins himself, and you were looking in all the wrong places. You should've noticed the signs hanging above the bins designating the music genre.

“You were searching in the jazz area. This is electro-pop,” Yoongi points out.

Blushing at your stupidity, you thank him and continue to search for a good artist your brother will like. Yoongi hums in acknowledgment and makes his way back to the cash register, waiting for you to finish and ringing out other customers.

As you shift through the albums, you look up occasionally to look at the hybrid called Yoongi. He sits on a wooden stool, staring out the window. The sun hits his pale face, making him look ethereal. If she was braver, she’d ask him out, but she knows there’s no way he’d like her back. He certainly didn’t show it when he helped her.

Finally, seeing more artists you recognize, you settle on two vinyls for your gift. You walk around the store seeing as it’s your first time in it, and you stop to look at accessories for production closer to the counter. Your eyes roam the equipment, and your hand urges you to touch it. You hold back because you don’t need anything right now. Wanting and needing are two different things you need to be conscious about.

Carefully placing the vinyls on the counter, you wait for Yoongi to ring the items up. He barely looks at you as he tells you the total. That’s okay, though, as it allows you to stare at him more discreetly; you are in awe of this man with his glossy dark hair and pink pout. How could you have formed a crush on a man who has only spoken five words to you?

Yoongi looks up at the lack of response, only to find you staring at him. He frowns deeply, disturbed by the situation. Her staring differs from the people who point at his ears or make off-hand comments, yet he can’t point out why.

“Hello?” He snaps to call her attention.

“Sorry,” you flinch, a blush covering your cheeks, contrasting the blue in your hair.

“Hope you’re brother likes them,” Yoongi tells her, putting both records in a bag.

“Thanks, me too,” you stutter out with a smile.

You promptly pay and leave the store. Outside you slap yourself on the forehead for being so awkward in the presence of Yoongi. Caught up reprimanding yourself, you fail to notice Yoongi staring at you from the window with a quirk on his lips.

Yoongi thinks you’re a little odd but pays you no mind. He believed you’d be more confident with hair like yours, in reality, you’re a little ditsy. It’s cute. You smelled good, too, not that he meant to smell you, but it’s hard not to with his heightened sense of smell. You smelled like chocolates and something florally yet not overwhelming.

To a hybrid, scents are everything they can tell a lot about a person, although sometimes they can be misled. Their smells can sense a person’s mood and overall persona. A handy thing to have when dealing with people who constantly discriminate against hybrids. Times might have changed, and hybrids might have their freedom now, but it can’t erase years of slavery and mistreatment.

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You keep returning to the store for the next month just to see Yoongi. You didn't know it back then, but now you know he's the only one that works in the store. At first, you would buy little things to have excuses to go there, then you started to leave empty-handed happy to have seen your 'kitty cat' as you've nicknamed him in your head. At around the third week of returning, he asked for your name. You stuttered it out as his response surprised you.

"That name doesn't suit you," he said, staring at you fixedly, "I'll just call you Blue."

"Very creative, Yoongi," you laugh, rolling your eyes.

And while Yoongi is unemotional, most of the time, you've been learning how to read him. A flick of his cat ears, the swishing of his tail, the way his nose scrunches up unbeknownst to him, or the way his mouth quirks up at the side. It all means different things, and you're starting to catch up, so when he sighs, shaking his head at your words, you know he's amused.

Yoongi has gotten used to seeing you every week. Unlike many of his customers, he'd greet you with a 'good morning' and send you off with a 'careful on the way home.' When you don't come to the store in more than a week, he finds himself worried, and as another week ends with no signs of you, he becomes slightly upset. Maybe he did something to upset you. He wants to know if you are okay or if there is anything wrong, but he comes up empty-handed.

He spends his Sunday sulking in his apartment. When he visits Lee, the old man notices instantly. He is delighted Yoongi is like this over a girl. He's been waiting too long for his boy to open up and get a girlfriend. Yoongi shuts it down almost instantly and clears up that you're only a customer. A friendly customer…

Monday morning bright and early, the bell of the shop jingles, and your scent wafts to Yoongi's nose, who is in the back getting more stock. He leaves the boxes behind as he rushes to the front. "Morning, Yoongi," you greet him with a bright smile.

"You didn't come last week, Blue," Yoongi frowns, his pout very apparent and his ears twitching in annoyance, "I was worried."

"I'm sorry," you quickly apologize," I was out of town."

You hate to admit that you are happy he noticed your absence. Yoongi considers you a friend! Now you have to fulfill the promise you made to yourself. This is the perfect opportunity to ask him out. If he was worried about you, it meant he cared! If only a little.

"How about I make it up to you?" You ask slowly, looking up at him with hope in your eyes. For an extra measure, you use the advice of a friend and put your hair behind your ear to seem cuter.

"And how are you going to do that?" He asks stoically, crossing his arms.

"Let me take you out to this coffee shop on Sunday. They have local artists playing music. And before you say no because of the shop, I know it's your day off," You rush through your words before he rejects the idea.

Yoongi is surprised at your idea of making it up to him, and it shows on his face. He's unsure of what to say but gauging the fact he spent his Sunday worrying over nothing, he accepts. "Alright, you're paying, though."

"Yeah, of course!" You say excitedly, which gets Yoongi smiling.

Despite seeing each other for many weeks, you hadn't had a reason to exchange numbers until now. He writes his phone number on your phone, and you can't resist having his contact as 'Kitty Cat,' not that he notices. If he did, you were sure he would be dramatic about it. Opening the camera app, you tell him to smile, it takes a few tries, but eventually, he settles and shoots the camera a half smile.

Yoongi does the same with you. After writing down your number, he assigns the contact as 'Blue' and snaps a picture of you. Only he didn't ask you to smile; he only called your name and snapped it. You beg him to change it, but he laughs and shoots down the idea. The picture he took got your essence to a tee. While you thought it was atrocious, he thought you looked cute with the wide-eyed stare and everlasting smile on your face. Your messy baby hairs and fluffy sweater only added to your charm.

That Sunday, Yoongi waits for you by the train station. He bites his nails as he waits, a nervous habit he can never get rid of. After accepting going out with you, he began wondering if this was a date. You never specified what it was for you. Yoongi has noticed your stares and how you hang on to every word he says. He also might've heard you speaking about him on the phone outside the store about how cute he was and how he made you giddy.

He's never really been in a relationship, and he's not sure he wants one, either. It's not like he's never been attracted to someone or had his flings, but they've all been with other hybrids, not a full human. He believes he knows you and you have the best intentions, but he's guarded. In the past, he's dealt with humans that are great at first until their true colors show, and they turn into the worst. It's hard getting over his trauma.

With lots of second thoughts, Yoongi is about to bolt from the train station. His fight or flight kicked in over the whole situation. It's one thing to see you around the store, but everything will change once he breaks the barrier and starts seeing you outside of it.

It's too late as you spot him in the train station and wave at him. "Hey, Yoongi!" You chirp, giving him a hug in greeting.

"Are you okay?" You place a hand on his shoulder. You noticed when you were nearing him that he was tense and fidgety. His tail is flat against his body, unlike how it usually swishes around him. Maybe he's not feeling up to the plans for today.

"All good, lead the way!" He responds with a nod and a small smile.

Yoongi is uncomfortable as you walk side by side on the sidewalk. The coffee shop is on the other side of town, in a nicer part of town, to be exact. As a teenager, he never had a great experience in these places where people with money think they can ask for anything with the right amount of money from a poor homeless hybrid. The sad part is sometimes he was so desperate that he agreed to their requests. He's not proud, but he did what he had to survive, and now he's in a better place.

The coffee place barely resembles a coffee place. Inside are tables gathered around a small stage; where the coffee usually sits, there is alcohol instead. When Yoongi points it out, you mention that it's a fully functioning coffee place during the day, and at night it shifts to a speakeasy.

"Where would you like to sit?" You ask Yoongi sweetly, thinking about the speakers that might bother him if you sit too close.

"Over here is okay," Yoongi says, leading you to a table near the back.

You notice the speakers don't point directly at the table. You're proud of yourself for thinking about his heightened sense of hearing. There is silence when you sit at the table. Internally, you're banging your head against the table for not thinking of something to talk about ahead of time. You want to talk to him and get to know him. How do you start, though?

Yoongi, on the other hand, is perfectly happy in the silence. He's never felt the need to make unnecessary conversations. After inspecting the room, he looks at you. You look beautiful today. Your blue hair is nicely curled, with little strands framing your face. You're wearing a fluffy blue sweater that fades into white and pink that begs him to touch it and a black mini skirt. Overall, very cute. He tried to say it while you walked to the coffee shop, but his mouth didn't cooperate, leading him down a different route.

There was a question burning his tongue. A matter of what situation they are in right now. It all started as a way to make it up to him, but he can't help but feel there's more to it. Although he thought of running before, he's concluded that a date would be okay. He's in control of his life now, and if he wants something to stop, he can say it.

"Blue?" He breaks the silence; you had been looking at the stage where the first performer was setting up.

"Yes?" You smile at him gently, waiting for his question. He loved that about you, just how patient and soft you are.

"What is this?" he asks, pointing his finger between the two of you. Upon noticing your confusion, he adds, "Is this a date or just an outing of two friends?"

Your cheeks instantly flare up. Maybe you hadn't made it as obvious as you thought, "I was hoping this would be a date."

Yoongi nods at your words and gives you a small smile, "I was too."

A waiter eventually approaches the table, taking both of your drink orders. A casual conversation then erupts between the two of you. You learn that he's been working at the store for nearly ten years. In exchange, you talk about one of your hobbies, photography.

"I never asked but did your brother like the vinyl?" Yoongi wonders, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"He loved them. Turns out I know his taste pretty well," you giggle, remembering your brother's excitement over the records. He had all but jumped into your arms in a big hug. "He mentioned visiting the store one of these days to get more."

"Does he live around the area?"

"Yes! He's currently in the university nearby," You chirp, mixing your cocktail. Your foundation may hide most of your imperfections, but it can't hide the flush of the alcohol.

"Good for him," Yoongi replies in surprise. That's one expensive and prestigious university. It makes him wonder about your family and what they do; he refrains. That's a subject for another day.

Yoongi had misjudged the coffee shop earlier. He thought the performers would be pretentious people who thought they knew about music. He'd also thought they would all be humans. But as the performers go on, he notices most of them are hybrids, and the people at the tables around them are too. "How did you find this place?"

"One of my friends works here, and the other will perform later."

Jung Hoseok is one of your great friends. You two used to work together until he decided he needed a break from everything some months ago. Next thing you know, he's managing a coffee shop and hosting music shows.

"Actually, I think I see him now," you say, waving your hand delicately toward Hoseok. Yoongi looks in his direction and sees a handsome man with a bright smile. It makes him insecure.

"I'm so glad you're here, sweetheart," Hoseok exclaims, approaching the table and leaning down to hug you, "Who is this?" He asks with a twinkle in his eyes. Hoseok had already heard everything about the cute, brooding hybrid cat.

"This is, Yoongi, my date," you say, "Yoongi, this is Hoseok, the friend I just told you about."

"Nice to meet you." Yoongi shakes the man's hand firmly.

"Don't forget about me," a deep voice says from behind Hoseok.

If Yoongi thought Hoseok was handsome, he is at a loss for words to describe the man or, rather, the hybrid that pops up beside him. The panther hybrid swoops in to hug you, too, whispering in your ear how gorgeous you look. It angers Yoongi that he couldn't say it beforehand because it means he is not the reason for the blooming blush that covered most of your face and neck.

"This is Taehyung," Hoseok introduces the panther hybrid, "Tae, this is her date, Yoongi."

Hoseok and Taehyung try very hard to hide their curiosity and glee. They've wanted to meet Yoongi for weeks, so they were ecstatic when you told them you'd bring him around. They were spying on you from the back, where Taehyung was using his heightened hearing to translate your conversation.

"You're going to perform tonight?" Yoongi asks the panther.

"It's my first time. I'm a little nervous," Taehyung responds, fidgeting with his hands.

"You'll be okay; you've practiced so much," You reassure him, reaching for his hand.

"Thanks, honey," Tae smiles at you.

"We'll leave you two to your date. I gotta go present the next performer," Hoseok says, pulling Tae away from the table, whispering in his ear to tone it down before he scares Yoongi away.

Yoongi finds them both pleasant, even if Taehyung is touchy with you. It's like there was something between the two of you. He doesn't want to jump to conclusions, though, so he ignores it for now.

As another performer finishes, you stand from the table, "I need to speak to Hoseok for a moment. Is that okay?"

"Of course."

His eyes follow you discreetly, watching as you speak to Hoseok. It appears as if the conversation is serious as Hoseok's smile drops. Yoongi focuses as much as he can on listening to the conversation, but it's hard when the new singer on the stage picks up the ante and strums the guitar louder. He can make out your lips as you say 'please,' but Hoseok only shakes his head no and says what Yoongi believes is an apology.

When you return, you smile at him as if nothing has happened. The rest of the show plays out. You pay as promised and head out into the cold night. Yoongi wants to bring up your conversation with Hoseok, but that's not his place. Besides, it seemed like it troubled you, and he didn't want to ruin the night.

"Did you like the show?"

"It was great; truth be told, I wasn't expecting to see as many hybrids," Yoongi confesses, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"The owner is very pro-hybrid. It's one of the few places around here that are like that. I thought you'd like it, considering you always have the little stand on your counter." You refer to the local artists' tapes he keeps on the checkout counter; every week, he has a new one on display. You're unsure where he finds them, but you appreciate it as it helps you find new artists.

"I did, thank you," Yoongi smiles down at you and notices how you rub your hands together to warm them up. "Are you cold?" He doesn't wait for your answer as he takes your hands in his to warm them.

"How are you so warm?" You giggle.

"It's a hybrid thing," he mutters, a bit embarrassed. He's always been insecure about the things that make him a hybrid.

"I wish I was always that warm. My hands are always cold," you cutely pout.

Feeling brave, Yoongi says, "I can keep them warm."

You nod appreciatively, afraid of your voice betraying you. You walk the rest of the way hand in hand, and when you arrive at your departing point, you kiss his cheek. "For an amazing night."

"Will I see you at the store?" He asks shyly.

"Definitely."

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Time with Yoongi goes by so quickly. As promised, you return to the store, and Yoongi invites you out on another date in exchange. Your relationship progressed as the leaves began changing color. You didn't visit the store as much anymore as you visited each other's home. You were no longer the cute ditsy customer but the girlfriend.

You're so lucky to have Yoongi; he's much more than the grumpy cat you met. He's funny and extremely affectionate (in private, of course). It took you by surprise the first time he lay in your lap and asked you to touch his ears. You know it's a big no-no to touch a stranger's animal ears, but then again, you were no longer strangers. As you had your internal debate, Yoongi lay there with eyes closed, waiting for you. Silently praying you wouldn't be put off by it, his doubt was put to rest when you began softly stroking his pointy cat ears.

"Finally," he muttered, sinking further into your lap.

"Have you ever heard the saying good things come to those who wait?" You sass at him. Yoongi instantly relaxes, releasing a sigh of pleasure. You're weak for him, though, as your fingers brush through his hair and rub the base of his ears. He doesn't answer your question; instead, he falls asleep on you.

You're not sure if it's a Yoongi or a cat thing, but he loves his naps. Nine times out of ten, whether you're at his apartment or yours, Yoongi will nap for a few minutes, more if you're rubbing his ears. A trait you know comes from his cat side is looking for a spot in the house where the sun hits just right. You first noticed it at the store, and you thought it was because that's where the cash register is. Then you learned he moved the register closer to the big window to sunbathe. In fact, his apartment is set up in a way where his couch is mainly illuminated by the sun.

Something that is definitely a hybrid thing is scenting. You often caught Yoongi touching you or rubbing his head against your neck, a clear sign of scenting. Another way he does it is by giving you his hoodies or t-shirts. He gets all smug whenever you leave his apartment with his clothes, and whenever you return with his hoodies, and his scent is all faded, he switches them out. He wants to make it known to other hybrids that you are his.

For playing the stoic, serious guy, Yoongi loves kisses. Tiny kisses, pecks on the lips, kisses on the cheek, forehead kisses, full-blown makeout sessions, any type of thing involving kisses, he is there. You're favorite thing, though, is making him purr while you kiss.

In the past, you learned that some cat hybrids can purr and others don't, genetic differences between them or whatever. One day you were straddling his lap in a heated makeout session (one he started) and discovered he's one of the ones that purr.

Startled, you pull back with swollen lips, "What was that?"

"Nothing," Yoongi says, trying to pull you back by the back of your neck into another kiss.

"Was that a purr, Yoongi?" You insist with a teasing smile on your lips.

Yoongi, embarrassed, denies it. Furrowing his eyebrows with a pout, he mumbles, "Don't be ridiculous."

You smile at him and kiss him hard, grinding against him, "Do it again."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Yoongi moans, guiding your hips over his lap.

"Do. It. Again," you say in between kisses, "It felt amazing."

"It did?" Yoongi asks with a vulnerable look. He's always been somewhat embarrassed by his cat tendencies because he has had to hide them for many years. In his head, the more human he is, the better. It gives people less ammo when they decide to be rude.

"Mhm," you nod, swiping his lipstick-stained lips with your thumb. "Honestly, it's a turn-on," you whisper in his ear.

"You'll have to figure it out then 'cause I'm not telling you," Yoongi drawls, squeezing your hips.

"Let's get to it, then," You say seductively, kissing him again.

It takes you no more than ten minutes to figure out it's all in the hair. Whenever you pull the hair on the back of his neck, Yoongi purrs like there's no tomorrow. Minutes later, you make another discovery. The purrs are especially good when he's going down on you.

"Fuck, Yoongi," you moan, gripping his hair in your fist. It's a double-edged sword you have; you pull his hair due to the overwhelming pleasure, but it makes him purr even more.

There's no way for you to close your legs as Yoongi is settled right between them. He holds tightly to your thighs with one hand as he flicks your clit with his tongue and works two fingers into you. Neither of you is sure how you got into this position, but there are no complaints.

"I'm not sure if you want me to stop or not," Yoongi teases you with a smirk, leaving kisses over one of your thighs, although his fingers continue their assault. The sound of your wetness, along with your moans, resonates through the room.

"Don't even think about it, kitty cat," you respond, propping up on your elbows. Your head tilts back with a loud moan when Yoongi rubs against that spot.

Yoongi glares at the nickname and bites just where he kissed you. He detests the nickname, so he gets testy whenever you call him that. You whine at the momentary pain, but it turns you on even more.

"Forgot you were a pain slut," Yoongi says with all the intent in the world. He hates being called 'kitty cat,' and you hate the term 'pain slut.' Now you're even.

You glare, pushing him away and shuddering as his fingers leave you empty. Your skirt falls back into place as you sit back on the couch with a pout that's supposed to make you look angry. Yoongi holds back a laugh, knowing you love being dramatic. He moves into a sitting position and grabs your hand, pulling you into his lap, where you can perfectly feel his hard-on over his sweats. His sticky fingers are on your side, playfully squeezing you.

"Don't be so pissy. You know I'm joking," Yoongi chuckles, kissing your shoulder. His hands trail over your body, squeezing your clothed chest before delving between your thighs, but you remain emotionless.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Yoongi jokes, kissing the point in your neck that makes you ticklish.

"That's not funny," you scoff, trying to hide the smile dying to come out.

"You're right, it's not," Yoongi agrees, "I'm sorry, Blue." He props his head on your shoulder with a pout, despite your messy blue hair tickling his face.

"I'm sorry too," you say rather unwillingly, turning to him.

"That's my girl," Yoongi smiles, gripping your chin to kiss you.

You squeal when he stands up, taking you to the bedroom to finish what he started.

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One fall afternoon, you bring Yoongi lunch to the store. He received a big batch of inventory and missed his lunch hour. Your hours at work are flexible, so you stop by one of the restaurants near the store and pick up his favorite.

"Yoongs, I'm here," you call out, not seeing him by the register.

"Back here, Blue!" You only see his hand waving from behind a pile of boxes. You leave the food at the counter and go around the boxes to see him sitting on a small stool organizing the new batch of CDs.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you kiss his cheek. "Come eat before it gets cold."

"One second," he mutters, stacking the CDs in a neat pile before he stands.

"Hi," he smiles at you pecking your waiting lips. You walk back to the front of the store with his hand in yours.

You and Yoongi keep a pleasant conversation going as he eats and checks out customers simultaneously. Some clients come with questions you're more than happy to take care of. All the time you've spent at the store paying off. When he's finished and the store is empty of customers, he pulls you between his legs. Instantly, you know what he wants. It's his favorite thing in the world.

"Don't act so cocky," he murmurs against your lips.

"You're too cute." Your giggle is cut short by a kiss. Yoongi moves his lips expertly against yours, stealing your breath away. His arms keep you close to him, you also feel his tail by your side as if trying to curl around you.

A moan is heard through the empty store when Yoongi nips at your bottom lip. He smiles into the kiss, proud of himself. You're so reactive to his touch. He doesn't have to do much to get you like putty on his hands.

One of his palms sneaks under your shirt, meeting with the band of your bra. Yoongi's thumb brushes over the cup, teasing at how close he is. In turn, you find yourself palming him over his jeans. He's not fully hard, holding back if anyone walks into the store.

"Don't start something you can't finish," Yoongi tells you, kissing up and down your neck.

"We can flip that sign around and go to the back room," you pant as Yoongi leaves open-mouthed kisses against your jaw.

Yoongi is about to agree when the bell at the top of the door jingles obnoxiously. Jumping apart, you keep your distance. It's an older woman who barely spares a glance towards the two of you. She continues on her way, searching for whatever. 

You pout at Yoongi, who only shrugs, pecking your cheek. The woman then appears with an old cassette of an even older artist. Yoongi had those in the back of the store with a few cassette players. He says it's for the old music teachers who reject the artists of this generation. It's a business, and he needs something for everyone.

He rings her out and hands her the paper bag. The old woman looks between the two of you with an indignant look. "Honey, you can do so much better." She says with a frail voice filled with audacity.

Yoongi tenses beside you and is about to say something to the lady when you stop him, "What are you trying to say?" You ask in a daring tone. You need to know if this woman has the guts to voice her thoughts.

"That you can do so much better than a filthy hybrid. They are beneath us, just like any other animal would be. Why don't you find yourself a nice human boy to settle with?" She states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Yoongi sags at the woman's words. He's fine being humiliated alone but not in front of you. It's just a reality check that your situation is just a thing in passing. You'll never truly like him or see him as your equal.

"First of all, lady, I don't need a man or a hybrid to settle or take care of me. I can do that perfectly fine. Second, this man you want to say is beneath me is the most kindhearted, loving, hard-working man I've ever met. Not to mention he's the hottest too. Now take your old ass cassette and never come back." You don't scream or raise your voice. You talk in a steady dangerous tone, and by the end, you are leaning against the counter, facing the woman. 

She looks at you as if you've cursed her whole family. The moment you finish talking, she almost runs out of the store. Clearly, she hadn't expected that reaction. She probably wanted to rile Yoongi up to try and prove some stupid point she thinks she has about hybrids.

Turning to Yoongi, he's staring at you with a lustful look, "You really think that?"

"I do," you say, giving him the reassurance he desperately needs.

Yoongi steps around you, reaching for the sign on the door and turning it around to 'closed.' He grabs your hand when he returns, pulling you to the backroom. You barely get there when he pushes you against the door, kissing you feverishly. The way you stood up to the woman and defended him got Yoongi fired up.

"I fucking adore you," he gruffs before smashing his lips on yours. 

He kisses you bruisingly hard, pouring all of his feelings into it. You reciprocate his eagerness, folding your arms around his neck. You didn't realize that defending Yoongi almost made him say those three little words. He's conscious it's far too soon for that, and maybe the heat of the moment made him think of them. Still, he needs to get the 'I love you' out of his system somehow, and what better way than fucking you in his back room. 

"All this because I spoke up?" You giggle between kisses though it's interrupted by Yoongi sneaking his tongue into your mouth. 

Yoongi is in a frenzy, squeezing any part of your body he can reach; your thighs, your ass, your arms, your back, your chest. He needs to feel you close, closer than ever before. With each touch, you moan into his mouth. If he didn't love kissing you so much, he'd allow himself to listen to them. 

When you and Yoongi have sex, you always get on your knees first. You enjoy watching him struggle and get all flustered. His fingers knotting in your hair to get what he wants, making him believe he's the one in control. What can you say other than you find pleasure in giving him head? 

It works out because as giving as Yoongi is behind closed doors, he's a selfish lover. He is quick to take what he wants from you; your hands, your breasts, your mouth, your cunt. You get pleasure along the way, he draws orgasm after orgasm from you, but it's all a ruse as he gets the most out of it. Whether it's your taste, your touch, or your mellifluous voice chanting his name. You make him feel victorious. 

Today though, the roles are reversed as Yoongi breaks the kiss and drops to his knees. It's all about you at this moment; you've given him enough pleasure by defending him. You're lost in the moment; you don't question Yoongi's behavior. For you, this was just another horny adventure between the two of you. 

The kneeling cat hybrid bunches the skirt up to your hips and pulls your panties down your legs in one swift movement. His actions are firm yet careful. Decided. He hasn't even touched you, and yet you're breathing heavily. Yoongi leaves wet kisses from your stomach down to your mound. Grabbing your leg, he props it over his shoulder, giving him perfect access to your center. 

It's no secret you are wet. You have been from the moment Yoongi teased you earlier. Your body is somehow always ready for him. It doesn't help that you found everything he does sexy. Your breath hitches when his tongue licks a stripe from your opening to your clit, brushing over it with precise pressure. 

Your fist finds its place in his hair, right between his cat ears. You buck your hips with each lick and suck, Yoongi's name falling from your lips. He only keeps his eyes trained on your flushed face and swollen lips. His grip on your thighs keeps you grounded as they clench each time you close your eyes for too long. Yoongi needs you to see him worshiping you on his knees. 

It's a vicious pattern that Yoongi sticks to. Flicking your clit, fucking you with his tongue, nipping your thighs. It's enough and too much all at once. You'd be on the floor if it wasn't for the wall behind you.  

Yoongi's feline-like eyes indicate he is enjoying this as they reflect his playfulness. Your heel digging into his back and your thighs tightening around him betray you, giving it away that you're close. Not like you were hiding it as curses left your lips. 

Keeping a steady rhythm, he brings you to the edge and over the cliff. A selfless act 'cause if it were up to him, he'd edge you until you were begging and weeping. Your juices drip like a stream, and he acts like a man who spent the last year in the desert. Not a drop goes to waste. 

Only when you lightly nudge him back does Yoongi stand from the floor. His grip on you does not ease as he stabilizes your swaying form. It doesn't take a genius to figure out you're weak in the knees. 

"Fucking delicious," Yoongi purrs as he shares your taste with a kiss. Fear overtakes him at the thought of never savoring you again. There's no one as addicting as you, so sweet and intoxicating. 

You grab onto his shirt, tilting your head to kiss him deeply. It's then that you feel his hard cock pressing against you. Poor kitty is being so good to you. Usually, he would've complained by now.  

Yoongi breathes into your ear as if on cue, "I need you, Blue."  

"You have me, Yoongi," you reassure him, pulling his clothes, desperate to get them off. 

You unbuckle Yoongi's belt and pop the button off his pants, digging your hand underneath to grip his cock. He is warm and heavy on your palm. Yoongi releases a throaty moan as you pump his cock, squeezing him lightly. 

You kiss the column of his throat as he throws his head back in pleasure. Releasing him momentarily, you take off your sweater, making you hot and sweaty. Running out of patience, Yoongi pulls the cups of your bra down. 

He turns you around by grabbing you by the shoulders. You brace your hands against the wall. From behind, Yoongi fondles your breast, pinching your pebbled nipples. He pecks your naked shoulder, biting when he ruts against your ass. 

"I can't hold it anymore," Yoongi groans.

"Fuck me, Yoongi," you whine, arching your back and lifting up your skirt. 

Yoongi spreads one of his hands on your upper back, forcing you to lean forward. With the other, he grabs his member, teasing you with the tip. Your arousal coats him instantly, and with one swift thrust, he forces his cock into you. 

Both of you moan in unison. The pace is slow at first until Yoongi starts thrusting faster and harder. His grip is tight around your waist; you wouldn't be surprised to find marks there later. You remove one of the hands from the wall to find Yoongi's. He holds it against your waist, squeezing it every so often. His groans are like music to your ears. The way his voice gets deeper and raspy, you could cum just by hearing him speak. 

Your walls feel so good around him. You'd tighten around him every so often; it would make him falter. The more you tense around him, the closer he gets. He pulls your back to him, so you're pressed against him. Yoongi buries his head on your neck, breathing in your sweet scent and a hand between your legs. He clumsily rubs your clit, making you climax in no time. It's perfect as the waves of pleasure push him to spill into your warm pussy. 

There's a moment where you both stay in that same position, catching your breath. Yoongi is inside you, his head on your neck, arms wrapped around your stomach. You hold onto him as best as you can with your eyes closed. He's so close to saying, 'I love you,' but fear of rejection stops him. He could live without you knowing but not without you. 

You shudder when he slips out of you. If it were up to him, he'd take you home and do it all over again, but you're expected back at work. Yoongi quickly helps you clean up and find your clothes strewn around the back room. Which is easier said than done. 

"Shit, I have to go," you exclaim after reading a text. 

"What happened?" Yoongi asks, handing you your sweater that had been covering a lamp. 

"I have a meeting in half an hour," you mumble, putting on your sweater. 

You rush out of the music store with a quick look in the mirror and sore legs. Your colleague is waiting for you when you open your office door. When you sit on your chair, you realize something is off. 

You don't have any panties on. Yoongi, that fucking sneaky cat must've kept them. 

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It had been a long week for you, with many deadlines and projects. Yoongi knows how hard you push yourself, so he worries when he calls to see how your day is and doesn't receive the response he usually gets. Something is wrong with you; that's all Yoongi knows. Yoongi changes quickly and gets takeout knowing you probably still need to eat.

He arrives at your apartment in record time, pulling out the key from his pocket to unlock your door. Yoongi has been spending so much time with you, you thought it would be easier if he had a key to your place. A week later, he gave you a key to his place. It was only fair.

He searches the familiar apartment, trying to find you, but you're not there. You're home, though, as your keys hand from the hook and your comforting scent welcomes him. He knocks on your bedroom door, and slowly, he opens the door. You're not on the bed, but that's when he sees the light coming from the bathroom.

"Blue?" He calls out from behind the door.

"I'm here," your quiet voice responds with a sniffle.

He opens the door to find you in the tub, hidden by soap bubbles. Your eyes are red-rimmed and wet. The addition of your red nose confirms you've been crying for a while.

"What's wrong, Blue?" Yoongi tenderly asks, kneeling by the tub to be eye to eye.

"Just had a horrible day at work," you sniff, hiding your face with fading blue hair. It's ironic how it matches your mood. "And my damn hormones are making things worse."

"You want to talk about it?"

You shake your head no as tears fill your eyes again. Work has been stressful this past week, with so many deadlines and little inspiration. The more you work, the less motivation you have. You've only been working at the company for 3 years. How will you manage to do it your whole life?

"Want cuddles?" Yoongi asks, brushing your hair out of your face.

Seeing you shake your head, yes, he undresses and gets into the tub with you. The fact you're on your period does nothing to impede him. It's just blood.

He hugs your shoulders and makes you lean against his chest. The water is hot enough to turn his skin pink and make him sweat, but his goal right now is to comfort you.

Yoongi kisses your head and lays his cheek on the top of your head. Feeling another wave of frustration and pain, tears pour out of your eyes. Knowing what you need, Yoongi gently massages your abdomen to ease the painful cramps. It's meant to be an act of both emotional and physical comfort.

"I'm sorry I'm crying over nothing. It's so stupid." Your hand rises from the water to wipe away your tears, yet it stops midway and falls back into the steaming tub of water. It's pointless; more will retake their place.

"It's not stupid, Blue," he whispers in your ear. "What you're feeling is real; the only way you'll feel better is to let it out." Yoongi is familiar with pain. It's like an old friend, always in the back of his mind.

Yoongi's words cause more tears to fall into the bath water. You're sad and angry, and frustrated at everything except for Yoongi. You're happy he's there with you, the highlight of your day. There's no way you're letting him go from your life. The past boyfriends you've had never treated you the way Yoongi does. They were alright. They just didn't pay attention to details.

With the water turning cold Yoongi gets out to heat up dinner. He sets up the table with a candle in the middle. You're a romantic; it'll cheer you up. You shuffle into the kitchen area with the hoodie he left in the bathroom and sweatpants. Yoongi smiles sweetly at you, motioning you over.

He had placed the plates facing each other, but you take yours and put it beside his, scraping the chair over the floor to sit beside him.

"Thank you." You kiss his cheek and begin to eat.

With him being right-handed and you being left-handed, there is no way he can hold your hand while you eat. Still, you feel his tail brushing against your back, providing that comfort.

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"There he is! The man of the hour!" A blonde man called Jimin yells, seeing Yoongi walk into his apartment.

"I'm surprised he even remembered how to get here," the fox hybrid Jin adds, uncorking a wine bottle.

Those two men are his best and only friends. Yoongi ignores them both, dropping his backpack on the couch. He first met Jin at the supermarket, where a man was throwing off-hand comments, and the hybrid fox stepped in. He acted as if he had known Yoongi all his life and glared at the man, bearing his teeth. The man left, instantly scared that he might get bitten. Jin laughed in pure glee. His fangs might be sharper than humans, but the rest are the same. He loves scaring humans; they are so stupid.

Different from when you defended him, Yoongi was less enthusiastic with Jin. He got into an argument with Jin about how they would get kicked out, what people might think, and a whole dilemma on hybrids' appearances going downhill because of people like Jin. This was 8 years ago when Yoongi was young and much more insecure than he is now. Jin has been the one to help him ease up and accept himself.

Yoongi's still figuring out how Jimin came to be. He was Jin's coworker; the fox had invited him to hang out with him and Yoongi. The rest is history. He's never left them alone since. It took a long time for Yoongi to warm up to him, though he thinks it was part of Jin's therapy to make him more tolerant of humans. Not all of them are bad people.

"You're being exaggerated," Yoongi gruffs, sitting on the kitchen's bar stool.

"Exaggerated? We haven't seen you in nearly two months," Jin scolds him. His voice is reprimanding, but his body movements are smooth and controlled as he places a wine glass in front of Yoongi.

"What has you so busy, Yoongi?" Jimin curiously asks. He takes a swing of the wine glass, grimacing at the dryness of it. He's always preferred white wine.

"Nothing, I wanted some distance from you two always annoying me," Yoongi jests, ignoring their complaints.

"Or counteroffer he has a girlfriend," Jin then says knowingly, "That usually gets people busy." Yoongi's silence confirms his suspicions. Jin's tail puffs up in victory.

"Pay up, Jiminie!"

"Fuck," Jimin whines, patting his pockets and pretending to look for his wallet, "I left my wallet in the car."

Jin rolls his eyes at the lies. It's okay because he knew Yoongi had a girlfriend before they made a bet. Last week, he had walked by the store to see Yoongi and saw the two of you all chummy. Jin hovered outside for a minute, debating whether he should make himself known. Ultimately, he chose against it knowing Yoongi likes his privacy, especially regarding his love life.

"You were betting on me?" Yoongi exclaims in outrage. They're always betting on silly things. This is the first time they bet on their best friend. Their gambling problem is officially a problem.

"Don't ask stupid questions. Of course, we were," Jin laughs, his black pointy ears flat on his head.

"So the girlfriend? Is she hot? Have you played cat and mouse?" Jimin asks. Yoongi instantly kicks him under the table.

In the 6 years of being friends, Jimin has only witnessed one person leaving Yoongi's apartment, which was a sexy mouse hybrid. That day he also learned that Yoongi plays both ways. Ever since, he teases Yoongi by calling sex 'playing cat and mouse.'

"This was too good to be true," Yoongi huffs. This is why Jin invited them to a dinner he would cook.

Jin refuses to cook outside of his job. He's a chef at a Michelin-star restaurant, and when he's at home, he'll eat frozen dinners or takeout. A paradox of sorts, really. While Jin enjoys cooking, it also feels like a chore, so he won't do it at home. Part of it is his ego; he wants the praise that comes with being an incredible chef.

When Yoongi received the text from Jimin that Jin was cooking he almost ran to Jin's place. A free gourmet dinner? Sign him up. Despite being misled Yoongi stays. He can entertain Jimin and Jin for a few hours. There's food being prepared and multiple bottles of wine on the kitchen counter.

One glass of wine in, and he tells them the bare minimum of his relationship. Two drinks in, and he tells them you were the one to ask him on a date.

Jin is so proud to hear she is human, he's done a great job with Yoongi. Part of Jin's plan is to get him tipsy enough to loosen his tongue, which is why he picked one of the dishes that take the longest to cook. Is it wrong? Possibly, but if he doesn't do it, Yoongi will never give any info.

"She's so cute," Yoongi giggles sipping on the fifth glass, "She defended me the other day when some bitch said she deserved better."

"I take it you're happy, Yoongi?" Jimin asks him, head propped up in his hands. He's more than tipsy, getting carried away by the expensive wine Jin bought.

"I thought I was happy as I was, but then she was just there, and I got so excited when she visited the store. She's soft and kind and doesn't complain about all the kisses. She liked when I purred!" Yoongi says as if it's an outrage.

"We like it when you purr, you ungrateful cat!" Jin shouts, waving around the wooden spoon, splatters of food staining the counter.

"No, you guys tease me about it," Yoongi argues.

"That doesn't mean we don't like it!"

They don't get around to eating Jin's delicious food because they are all too drunk to think when it's done. Jin got too carried away with the timing of the food. Jimin tapped out first, disappearing from the kitchen. Jin and Yoongi resisted longer as their hybrid bodies metabolized alcohol slower.

Yoongi, who is usually quiet, can't stop talking about you. Jin, who is a total gossip, is eating up his words. It's a clear indication the pair is wasted. That and the fourth empty bottle of cabernet.

"Jin, I swear she's driving me insane. She's insatiable, and I fucking love it," Yoongi smiles widely. He's lovestruck and way too drunk. You would surely be furious if you heard how he was talking about your relationship.

"Wow, you finally found someone that keeps up with you." Jin is astonished. Yoongi has a high sex drive. When Jin got him to go out clubbing, he would always leave with someone. Hell, there were times when Yoongi would have someone with him during his heats. He had all the contacts.

"God, she has given me the best head of my fucking life, and she loves it too, always on her fucking knees. Look at this."

Yoongi doesn't think as he pulls a Polaroid out of his wallet. Given your hobby of photography, you have many cameras around the apartment. One day, he didn't hesitate to reach out and snap a pic.

It's a picture of you on your knees, Yoongi's cock in your tiny hand, and your blue hair in two braids barely covering your chest. Yoongi's ring-clad hand is holding your cheeks, forcing you to open your mouth to show his white cum in your mouth.

"Lucky son of a bitch," Jin gasps, staring wide-eyed at the photograph. Yoongi is too drunk to realize how bad it is that he's sharing a picture made only for his eyes. Luckily, Jin is too drunk to remember it in the morning.

Laughing loudly, Yoongi stumbles into Jin's living room. The fox is behind him, yelling at him for rubbing in his face his thriving sex life. Jin feels guilty about the tightness in his pants, he can't help it. He has been single for too long and his job keeps him busy leaving no room for one-night stands. The only release is the one his hand provides.

Yoongi trips on Jimin, sleeping on the floor, his chubby cheek squishing onto the carpet. The room is spinning for the cat hybrid; he barely manages to fall on the couch face down, getting knocked out instantly.

The following day Yoongi wakes up with a splitting headache and a kink in his neck. He stumbles into the kitchen to get water and finds a puffy-faced Jin. He has a spoon in his hand as he eats the untouched food from last night straight from the pot.

"I'm a culinary genius," he talks with his mouth full.

Yoongi grabs the spoon Jin offers him and digs in. He moans at how delicious it is, even if it's cold and he's not quite sure what it is. This is what he came for last night.

"How did I let you fool me again?" Yoongi wonders. It's not the first time Jin has done something like this to get him to join them.

Despite their headaches, both hybrids laugh loudly, the older one choking on the food. Yoongi laughs louder, patting him on the back. He loves his two friends; it's just that he loves being on his own, too, and they can be clingy as fuck. He appreciates it when they reach out, though.

Jimin appears in the doorway with an indignant look on his face. "Some of us are trying to sleep. What has the two of you giggling like a bunch of schoolgirls?"

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"Help."

Yoongi looks up from the sofa seeing you with your hair parted in chunks. There are strands of hair with blue hair dye and others without.

"What are you doing?" He stands, walking over to you to assess the situation.

"I can't reach the back," you say sheepishly. Whenever you dye your hair, you have friends with you to help you out. Hoseok has helped you a bunch of times as he's used to dyeing his hair. Your brother helps out too, seeing as he learned when he was a teenager to help you out.

You thought you could do it today on your own; you were desperate to revive your hair to the bright blue that you love. You were wrong because it got too messy and complicated as soon as you got to the strands in the back.

Yoongi sighs but follows you into the bathroom. He puts on a pair of gloves and, with your instructions, applies the blue hair dye. He'll be here a while; you have long hair and a lot of it. He hopes you have another dye tube because the one on the tray won't be enough.

"You're doing it wrong," you say for the third time since he started.

Yoongi pulls your hair lightly, forcing your head back to look up at him. He glares at you in warning; he's running out of patience. You reciprocate the glare. "Ouch."

"You're the one that needs help. Tone it down," Yoongi sighs angrily, brushing the dye on the top of your head.

"I'm just saying you're not adding enough," you snap, annoyed at Yoongi.

You should've known better than to ask for Yoongi's help; you're too much of a perfectionist. You're friends know you well enough already to handle your perfectionism. Still, it's something Yoongi has yet to see much of and needs to learn.

"No, you are saying it a whole other thing entirely. I'm no expert and doing you a favor, I don't need all the reprimanding." Yoongi argues, looking at you through the bathroom mirror.

"Fine then, leave," you grit, snatching the paintbrush from his hands to try and do it on your own.

Yoongi blows air out of his nose in anger, taking off his gloves on the way out of the apartment. He puts on his jacket and slams the door behind him.

Angrily you finish applying the hair dye. At this point, you don't care if it ends up patchy. That infuriates you more. While you wait to wash your hair, you slam each drawer and door in your apartment.

In the shower, you cool down and think of what you did again. Maybe, you were a little rough and reacted wrong. You didn't mean for it to come out as it did. Hurrying out of the shower, you get dressed in the first thing you find and leave for Yoongi's to apologize to your kitty.

Yoongi is at home staring at the TV. It plays a random action movie he can't bother paying attention to. You completely ruined his peaceful mood. His ears are flat on his back, clearly showing his anger. You had no reason to treat him that way, he always helps you out, comforts you, treats you like a damn queen, and then you repay him by acting like a total bitch.

He knows it's you when he hears the door. If you're here, you're probably going to apologize. He lets you knock a few more times out of sheer spite. When he opens it, he sees you with flowers and wine, and without a word, he lets you in.

You instantly catch that his mood could be better. Fair enough. "I'm sorry for my behavior earlier. I have no excuse for it."

"I'm glad you see it that way because I do every single fucking thing you want, and I don't warrant that type of treatment," he huffs, letting some of his frustration out.

"You don't have to do everything I want," you say passively, avoiding another argument. You leave the gifts on the kitchen counter.

"You don't get it?" Yoongi chuffs in disbelief, crossing his arms.

"Get what?"

"I do all those things because I like you and want to make you happy. When you treat me like I'm stupid, it drives me nuts. I don't deserve that."

"You're right, you don't," you agree instantly, "I understand if you want me to leave."

With your head hung, you reach for the door. You think that's what he means with his words. You think he's tired of you that you pushed him away with your bitch mood. You didn't mean to act that way; it just comes out sometimes, especially when you're PMSing.

"Come back, you idiot," Yoongi sighs.

Yoongi grabs your arm, slamming you against the door and kissing you hotly. How you irritate him drives him crazy, but you're not perfect, and neither is he. He'd rather work through it than let you go.

Your hands go under his oversized t-shirt, your nails dragging down his abdomen. Yoongi hisses in pain and wraps one of his hands against your throat, squeezing lightly.

"Don't ever speak to me like that, understood?" His voice is low and commanding.

You stare at him with wide eyes, feeling a wave of arousal. It's no secret that Yoongi has that effect on you, and it amplifies when he gets controlling like this.

"Say it, Blue." Yoongi repeats, tightening the fingers around your neck.

"I understand, Yoongi," you say seductively.

With his hand still around your neck, he smashes his lips on yours, teeth and tongue included. Your arms go around him, lightly tugging on his black tail, and his hips thrust as soon as you do. It never fails to surprise him. You've learned so much in the short time you've been with him.

Yoongi hoists you up, wrapping your legs around him, letting him carry you to his bedroom. The door slams against the wall as he indelicately drops you in the bed.

"Take off your clothes," he orders, sitting on the bed. He watches you with hard eyes, waiting for you to do as he says. "Today, Blue," he scorns when you take too long for his liking.

You don't know what's gotten into him, but you like it. Starting with your hoodie-the hoodie he left behind- you reveal a pretty white bra with flower details. Your leggings go next, then your bra, and lastly, your panties. Yoongi barely reacts, motioning you to continue with each piece you take off.

"Lay on the bed," he points with his head.

You crawl onto the bed, laying on the fluffy pillows that spill with his cologne. You're expecting him to join you, you couldn't be more wrong.

"Touch yourself," Yoongi nonchalantly speaks, tongue poking at his cheek in annoyance.

"W-What?" It shouldn't be a big deal you've had sex with Yoongi many times before, but this is different. Touching yourself is something you do in private, not under your boyfriend's scrutinizing gaze.

"Touch yourself, Blue. I know you do it. You think I haven't seen the toys you hide?" He mocks you with a mean smirk.

"Yoongi, I-"

"Touch yourself, now, and look at me while you do," he snaps, sending you a glare.

If you were to say no, that would be the end of it. Yoongi wouldn't force you to do anything you didn't want. He's confident you'd enjoy this, though…to an extent.

Complying, you begin by massaging your breasts, pulling on your hard nipples just like he does when he touches you. Shyly one hand trails down your stomach, and you open your legs, revealing your pussy that Yoongi happens to love so much. It's not an assumption. He's vocalized it many times. He swears he can cum just by looking at it.

Circling your clit with your fingers, you moan his name, calling him to take you. He ignores you, fixating on your actions. A single digit slides between your folds as it easily enters you. You're soaked. It's never the same as when he does it, not as satisfying.

Yoongi notices the glistening of your juices from the foot of the bed, small wet sounds come from your body, along with your whines for him. Your eyes close in instinct while you chase pleasure.

"Open your eyes." You obey his command, your eyes focusing on his face as he licks his lips. You insert two fingers, pumping them steadily, giving him the show he desires.

"How does it feel?" Yoongi inquires, holding your knees open with his strong hands when they clench at the pleasure you're bringing to yourself. He's kneeling right in front of you, entranced.

"Fucking good," you pant, your hand reaching for the one on your knee.

"Better than when I do it?" He asks, lacing your fingers together.

"No, never," you gasp. Yoongi's fingers know you better than you do yourself. They reach depths you've never explored. They are agile and strong due to his talent on the piano. He would touch you just as he does the keys softly at first, adding force when needed and caressing lightly once the piece's climax is over. Always ready to go again and again until he perfect's it.

"Add another one," Yoongi purrs. You've taken his cock many times now. You're always tight but so ready for him.

You replicate his movements when he touches you, curving your fingers until you find that spot. The squelching sound intensifies when you add that third finger, it's music to Yoongi's ears.

A high-pitched yell from you informs him of all he needs to know, "That's it, you found it, haven't you?"

"Yes," you say in a high-pitched moan, your legs try to clench, but Yoongi's strong hands impede you.

"Stop," he says before you cum, "I said stop, Blue!" he roars when you ignore him. You are so close. His hand grips your wrist, forcing you to stop. You open your eyes, hadn't realized they were closed.

"You never listen. Do you?" Yoongi condescendingly mutters.

"I'm sorry," you say, out of breath, hoping he'll join you to finish you off.

He shakes his head, ignoring your apology, "Go on, Lick your fingers."

Obediently you bring your fingers to your lips, licking them clean as per his orders.

"You taste delicious, don't you?"

"Mhm, but you're better." Your eyes are hopeful he'll have his way with you now.

"Too bad 'cause you're not getting it today," he mocks with a fake pout.

"What?" You ask, bewildered.

"Not after what you did today," he says, dipping one of his fingers between your fold, making you shiver. He brings that same finger to his lips, tasting you.

"Yoongi, I said I was sorry," you argue, sitting up on the bed, begging for him.

"And that changes what?" He cocks an eyebrow at your words.

He grabs your chin and kisses you deeply. You numbly follow along before he pulls away, "Get dressed and come out. There's a new episode of that show you like. Oh, and don't you dare cum."

"I don't get it! I'm here begging for you, and you won't touch me." You're upset, but more than that, you're horny. Yoongi is a drug you can't get enough of, and being denied of him sends you into a frenzy. "Wasn't my apology enough?"

"Blue, I forgave you the moment you got here," Yoongi smiles at you sweetly.

"Then why?" You ask, your shoulders slumping.

"Well, just because I forgave you doesn't mean you don't need a punishment."

"And no sex was the way to go. You could do so much better, Yoongi?" You taunt him, thinking this is the way he'll give you what you want.

"Says the girl who couldn't keep her hands to herself and brought me to her apartment on the second date," Yoongi teases her.

"Are you slut shaming me?" You gasp in disbelief.

"No, I'm just saying when it comes to me, you have no control," he shrugs.

"Please, next time I'm mad at you, we'll see who has no control," you pout, gathering your clothes strewn on the floor.

"Probably you. We know how you get when you're mad," Yoongi winks.

You wanted him, he was decided, though, and a stubborn Yoongi always wins. You get dressed again, only in his hoodie, hoping he changes his mind. He doesn't. He acts as if the fight never happened, cuddles you, and kisses you, but that night he doesn't touch you the way you want, ignoring all your advances.

The following day is a different story as Yoongi fucks you like you want, ravaging your body. Everything he held back the day before he uses to his advantage. You didn't hold back one bit as you begged Yoongi to fuck you harder. The neighbors will surely complain to the landlord about the unholy noises coming from his room.

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“Ah,” Yoongi’s moans are hidden by the water falling from the shower. He’s right below the shower head, cold water covering his body. The past three months have gone by so quickly that his heat surprised him.

His back leans against the shower wall as he rubs himself under the cold water. His hips thrust into his hand in desperate need. Yoongi whines in discomfort; his peak is too hard to reach alone. He would call you, but he’s not ready yet. He is not in complete control when he’s in heat, Yoongi knows he’ll say things that will throw you off, and it’s not like you’ll even agree to help him in the first place. You love sex, and you love sex with Yoongi, but this is something else entirely.

Yoongi moans as he continues to pump his cock. It feels so good yet so painful at the same time. The more he reaches his climax, the more the pain intensifies. If he had you here, he’d have you against the wall as he fucks you from behind. The thought sends another wave of heat through his body.

In his horny haze, he remembers something he stole from you, a little piece of you. He shuts off the water, not bothering to dry himself. He has the panties he stole from you that day at the shop on his nightstand drawer. They have your scent attached to them. Should be enough to let him cum.

Yoongi lies on his bed, sweat, and water sticking to the bed sheets. He grabs the soft fabric and envelops it in his aching length. Yoongi fists his length, imagining he’s with you, how your hands tighten around his cock, or how you like to choke on it when giving him head. Your tight fucking pussy always feels so good. He always needs to stretch you out with his fingers. His moves quicken; the only noise in the room is his desperate moans calling for you, for his Blue. Reaching his orgasm, he covers your panties with his cum. Momentarily his temperature lowers, and his breathing slows as he catches his breath. The first day is the worst. He just needs to get over this day.

If he’d been single, he would’ve called other hybrids he knew and had helped him before. He has you know he doesn’t want to disrespect you or your relationship. He’d be thinking of you even if he’s with someone else. Due to this, through the next two days, his hand becomes his best friend.

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It’s your six-month anniversary today, and after a romantic date, you and Yoongi desperately enter your apartment. Hands are everywhere, lips are swollen, and sex is in the air. Yoongi teased you all night under the dinner table, refusing to give you what you wanted. Your begging in his ear to fuck you in the car or bathroom not working in your favor.

The door to your apartment bangs against the wall as you push it open. Yoongi pushes you into the room, slamming the door behind him. He likes to think he has it memorized. He pulls your leg around his waist, grinding against you. You moan as he buries his head on your neck.

A cough and the scent of another hybrid force Yoongi to stop in his tracks. With narrowed eyes, he pulls away from your neck. A bunny hybrid stands at the living room entrance, a corn popsicle in his hand.

“For fucks sake Jungkook,” you say under your breath, creating distance between you and Yoongi. “How many times have I told you to call ahead?”

“I did, though! I sent you a message this morning,” he shrugs, taking a bite of his ice cream.

“The message says ‘What’s up?’” You read the message, expecting to see another one following up with an announcement of his visit. The bunny shrugs like it’s not his problem, and you sigh in annoyance.

Yoongi is confused, to say the least. Who is this stranger in your living room? Noticing his expression, you quickly introduce the two hybrids.

“Yoongi, this is my brother Jungkook.”

Yoongi’s confusion rises to a new degree; something is not adding up. Jungkook catches on to his train of thought, and with a chuckle, he adds, “Adopted.”

You had never mentioned your brother was a hybrid. You’ve been dating for six months, and that never came up once. He wonders why that is. It would explain the light hybrid scent in your apartment. Yoongi always thought it came from one of your neighbor’s apartments.

“Nice to meet you, Jungkook,” Yoongi coughs to ease the tension.

“How long are you staying?” You ask your brother, crossing your arms against your chest. You are slightly upset, today is meant to be a celebration, and with Jungkook here, that can’t happen. Still, you’re not mad. You love Kook; he’s your best friend.

“Just the weekend, I got an exam on Tuesday,” Jungkook says.

“You look really nice,” he tells you, “Were you guys on a date?”

Yoongi nods solemnly. He’s not sure what to do in this situation. He thought when he’d meet your family, it wouldn’t be in such a compromising condition. Granted, Jungkook being a hybrid helped ease his nerves. He doesn’t have to worry about a stranger judging him or you for your relationship.

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” Jungkook grimaces in apology.

“Does mom know you’re here?” You ask him while walking to your room.

Clearly, Jungkook is here to stay, so you’ll change and get more comfortable. There’s no use in staying in the uncomfortable dress and lingerie you’d worn for Yoongi. You can save it for next time and surprise him with the black lace set.

“Nope,” he simply says, following you to your room.

You close the door behind you, and Jungkook continues the conversation on the other side. While you forgot to mention that Jungkook is a hybrid, you mentioned that he has no boundaries and easily gets very comfortable with people.

Feeling out of place, Yoongi waits for you on the couch. Maybe with Jungkook here, you wouldn’t like him to stay, or you’d leave with him to his place. The bunny hybrid carefully eyed him as if assessing if he was a good guy or not.

Jungkook almost falls when you open the door. You’ve changed into his hoodie, shorts, and geeky superhero socks. It’s been getting colder lately, making your feet feel freezing. Whenever you go to bed with Yoongi, you press your cold feet on his thigh, making him hiss. Then you’d remind him of his promise of keeping you warm six months ago.

“I couldn’t find the banana milk,” Jungkook pouts, following you around the apartment.

“It’s on the pantry’s lowest shelf,” you mention, flopping on the couch beside Yoongi.

You cuddle on his side when he wraps an arm around your shoulder. Jungkook returns to the living room, eyeing the both of you.

“Jungkook, don’t be so awkward,” you laugh at him, patting the seat beside you.

“I feel bad I interrupted you guys night,” he admits, flopping beside you like you did moments ago. It’s hard to say who got that from who.

“It’s no problem, Jungkook. I’m happy to finally meet you,” Yoongi adds that it’s no biggie.

Jungkook smiles at the both of you and finally eases up. He spends the rest of the night getting to know Yoongi better. You’re pleased they both get along well. If anything, Jungkook even looks up at Yoongi. When you told him you were dating a hybrid, Jungkook was ecstatic. He never mentioned it, but whenever you brought home your human boyfriends, they were always uncomfortable around Jungkook, which hurt him. 

They never understood his hybrid mannerisms. They’d begin thinking he was hitting on you after learning that he was adopted. Now with Yoongi, he won’t have that problem because he will understand.

At the end of the night, Yoongi stays. He’d offered to leave, but you didn’t see a point to it. Even if you do nothing tonight due to your guest’s heightened sense of hearing, you want him to stay to finish the celebration.

“So adopted?” Yoongi asks. He’s lying on your chest as your play with his hair. It calms him down.

“Mm, yes.”

As a teen, your mom had a friend, and she had a bunny girl hybrid as a servant. They didn’t treat her the best, but your mom was always kind to her, and they became somewhat friends. They kept in touch through the years. One day when you were 16 and Jungkook was 12, she died in a car accident. Some believe it was on purpose. 

At the time, she was working for a sketchy man, and he did unspeakable things to her that she could not repeat. By now, the law for hybrids had passed, and she was going to report him. The man followed her and ran over her with his car. Before she died in the hospital, she asked your mom to take care of Jungkook. You and Jungkook became best friends, and your parents gained another child.

“That was nice of your family,” Yoongi hums, caressing your leg.

Jungkook is lucky he was born after the law for hybrids was passed; hence, he was not separated from his mother and got to meet and get to know her. 

Yoongi never got to meet his mom, he doesn’t even have a name. If his memory is good, Jungkook still remembers her, or he has photographs. As soon as Yoongi was born, he was raised with other hybrid kids, and when Yoongi was old enough, he got sold to servitude.

“You should’ve seen him when he first moved in, shy and cute,” you gush over Jungkook. He had this wide-eyed innocent gaze. He always asked permission for everything and anything. It took your family a while to break that habit. It makes you laugh cause nowadays, he does as he wishes and has everyone wrapped around his little finger.

“Reminds me of someone,” Yoongi mentions, squeezing your thigh.

“That’s different. I was flustered by your dashing good looks!” you exclaim, lightly slapping his chest.

The following day you wake up bright and early to prepare breakfast. Jungkook walks in with his hair pointing in all directions. He kisses your cheek in greeting before sitting on the kitchen table. Like clockwork, you give him a glass of juice with a straw and a silicone tip. 

Jungkook likes biting on straws (on everything he can get his teeth on). When you stopped buying the plastics ones for the more environmentally friendly metal ones, Jungkook didn’t like that and began complaining about how he couldn’t bite into them. Falling for his whines, you bought a pack of silicone tips and then another, and then another cause he destroyed them with his bunny teeth.

“Have plans today?” You ask him, ruffling his messy hair. Jungkook leans into his touch, feeling comforted by the simple action.

“I think I’m gonna lazy around and play online if that’s okay,” he asks sweetly, knowing that otherwise you would scold him and tell him to go out and enjoy the fresh air. He doesn’t know that since you’ve been with Yoongi, you’ve turned more into a homebody.

“Of course. Yoongi and I will be heading out to work soon, but you call me if you need anything.”

You had prepared a stack of blueberry pancakes for all of you. You served Jungkook a big plate, knowing he eats like there’s no tomorrow. His bunny metabolism helps him with that, and his unrelenting energy. As you place the plate in front of Jungkook, he gently bites into your arm.

You sigh in defeat, knowing there’s no way for him to stop his biting. For years you’ve told him not to do it, but it’s an instinct of his. He does it when he’s angry, when he’s sleepy, when he’s happy, when he’s annoyed. What varies is how hard he does it.

Jungkook smiles mischievously, waiting for your complaint, but all you do is brush through his long dark hair, undoing the knots that form by his bunny ears. Just like Yoongi purrs, Jungkook makes a weird sound in the back of his throat whenever you touch him around his ears.

Yoongi, having woken up later than you, walks into the kitchen. He’s dressed in clothes he’s left here in the past months. He beelines for you, pecking your lips sweetly as you hand him a plate of pancakes.

“Morning, Jungkook,” Yoongi greets the younger boy.

“Morning, Yoongi,” Jungkook says with his mouth full of pancakes.

You sit between them, striking conversation between the three of you. It’s much easier than you thought, as Jungkook just asks question after question at Yoongi. He’s never felt more at ease with one of your boyfriends.

“Can I stop by the store later?” He asks Yoongi with puppy dog eyes.

“Sure, I’ll be there till 6,” Yoongi agrees with a soft smile. There is a lot of Jungkook that reminds him of you. While you are not biologically related, you’ve adapted to each other’s mannerisms.

In the afternoon, Jungkook stops by your office to have lunch. He always has a great time at your building since most people know him there. He hopes to work there after he graduates from university.

As promised, Jungkook then stops by Yoongi’s store. He has walked by the small shop many times but never stopped to go inside. The bell at the door jingles when Jungkook walks in. Yoongi has just finished checking out a customer.

“Hey, Kook.” Yoongi greets him, his black tail swishing behind him. He’s heard you call him Kook so many times it stuck.

“Hi, Yoongi,” Jungkook absentmindedly responds, staring around the store and its variety, from musical instruments to producing equipment to music albums of all kinds and formats.

“Your sister mentioned you were collecting vinyl?” Yoongi asks him, leaning against the counter.

“Yeah, I have a few,” Jungkook nods, looking at the cat hybrid, who offers him a sneaky smile.

“I pulled these out for you. I think you might like them.” Yoongi pulls out two pieces of vinyl still wrapped in plastic from the shelf behind him. Yoongi likes the bunny hybrid and sees how happy he makes you, so he doesn’t mind giving Jungkook a small gift.

“How do you have these?” Jungkook exclaims in awe. In his hands are two limited edition vinyls of his favorite artists. These have been sold out everywhere for a long time, and very few people sold them. Whenever they did the waitlist, the bids were ridiculous.

“I’ve got contacts,” Yoongi shrugs cockily.

“I have a feeling we’re gonna get along just fine,” Jungkook beams at him, gushing over the vinyl.

They spend quite a lot of time talking about music, and Yoongi is surprised at all the knowledge the bunny holds. There are things Yoongi thought only a few people knew, but Jungkook is proving him wrong here.

“Is there a reason you visited this weekend?” Yoongi smoothly asks Jungkook. He’s noticed some things about the bunny that lead him to think it’s not just to have a friendly visit.

“Nope, was tired of school,” Jungkook says, lying.

“Your sister has mentioned you like to skip a lot,” Yoongi adds. He’s staring out the window wanting to keep the bunny calm.

“I don’t skip that much,” Jungkook complains with a groan. His sister always exaggerates things, he barely misses school.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi inquires again.

“I know my sister worries, but I’m fine. You don’t have to do this.”

Since he came into your life, you’ve worried about Jungkook-or not so much about him but the people around him. Not everyone is tolerant of hybrids, and you know this. When he came into your life, you were already in high school, so you weren’t there to defend him when bullies bothered him. When he was 12, he wasn’t big and buff to scare people away as he is now. He was small and scrawny, your parents talked to the principal and the other parents, but there’s only so much they could do.

“She didn’t send me to do anything. I just noticed the bruise on your arm,” Yoongi points to Jungkook’s left arm.

“Don’t tell her,” Jungkook sighs, defeated. He’d tried to hide the bruise as best he could. “My roommate is an ass, and he’s always taunting me, calling me a helpless bunny. He’s provoking me. I usually leave because if I throw the first punch, I get expelled. My parents did a lot to get me into the school I wanted. I don’t want to let them down.”

“You’re doing good, Jungkook,” Yoongi says thoughtfully. He understands Jungkook’s predicament. No matter how well a hybrid does, one misstep can end it all.

“But?” Jungkook prompts, there’s always a but.

“You should tell someone, get you out of that dorm. Staying quiet will only get you so far,” Yoongi advices. From his perspective, Jungkook has a great support system and should take advantage of that.

“Maybe, I don’t want the attention, though, or for my family to worry,” Jungkook explains. They’ve done so much for him already. He doesn’t want to be a burden.

“Just think about it. Your sister is worrying and doesn’t know what’s happening.”

“You won’t tell her?” Jungkook pleads, finding Yoongi’s gaze. All he wants is to do this by himself.

“It’s not my place,” he reassures Jungkook with a nod.

Thinking of Yoongi’s words, Jungkook agrees. He’ll take care of this situation. He’ll apply for a new roommate or move in by himself. Next time something happens, he’ll speak up.

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One lazy morning, Yoongi stares at the ceiling. It’s too early to be up. His arm is around you as your head lies on his chest. He had woken up from a nightmare. It had been a while since he had one of those. Why is it that when things are going great, the universe reminds him of the horrible things he’s been through?

Yoongi feels you stir as you wake up. You stretch out your limbs before settling back in Yoongi’s chest.

“Why are you awake so early?” You yawn, kissing his exposed chest. Yoongi can’t sleep with many clothes on, or he’ll get too hot at night.

Yoongi hugs you close, kissing your head, “I had a nightmare.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Yoongi hasn’t told you much about his past life. When he talks about his past, it’s mainly the part of his life after Lee adopted him. You understand it’s something he wants to leave behind and respect it. It’s time, though, Yoongi thinks.

“When I was a kid before the law passed, I was owned by this family,” Yoongi begins, “Even though I was barely a child, they would have me do chores around the house, clean up their kids’ messes, and obey every little word they said. I remember their kids bullying me into acting ‘like the animal I was.’ They would make me eat off the floor and crawl around the house till my knees were bruised. They’d get physical too, pulling on my tail and ears till I cried.”

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi,” you say sadly. You can’t imagine a child going through that, yet it’s the reality many hybrids face.

“When the law passed, I was thrown into the streets. I was alone, cold, and hungry, eating off the trash like a stray. An old woman took me in. She was nice enough. She needed company, but more than that, she needed help around the house. Mostly, I went unscathed unless I did something she thought was out of line. That’s when she’d search for her dead husband’s belt and beat me with it. I never left, though. Where would I go? When she died, I was 14, and back to the streets, I went. I went to different hybrid and homeless shelters, but there was always some sort of problem with them, and they never offered a way to get out of the streets.”

“What did you do then?” Your hands are trailing up and down his stomach, offering some comfort.

“I came to this city, hoping there would be more resources. It was the same. That’s when things truly got worse….” Yoongi trails off, thinking of his past.

“Yoongs, you don’t have to,” You reassure him, getting in a position where you can see his face. His eyes are distant, so you touch his cheek and peck his lips.

“I want you to know,” he slowly responds.

“Okay,” you nod, offering him a small smile that you hoped comforted him.

“There was this sketchy guy I always saw around, and one day he asked me if I wanted to make some money. He knew I did, and he used that to his advantage. He had customers all around the city with different tasks. All I had to do was go to the addresses he gave me, do whatever they wanted me to do, and leave. And I did, at first, it was stupid stuff to help an older man with a yard, clean a house, or do a delivery. When he had my trust, things got sketchier delivering mystery packages to rundown houses, watching some people and reporting back to him, and transporting vehicles from one side of town to another.

Until one day, he said he had an extra special job for me. All I had to do was go to an apartment in the middle of the city. I went, and there, a lady greeted me. It was unlike anything I had ever done before; she complimented me. She led me to this false sense of security and then took what she wanted.” Yoongi pauses, remembering that horrible day, “Turns out they pay a lot for hybrids in heat.”

You think of Jungkook and what would’ve been of him if your family hadn’t taken him in. Your poor Jungkook wouldn’t have survived what Yoongi went through. His heart has always been too pure, too gentle. More so, you feel pain for Yoongi for having to go through it. What he’s been through is some people’s worst nightmare, and he had to go through it all alone.

“I left after that day, didn’t accept the money that came with it or any other tasks offered to me. I spent a year in the streets, barely scraping by and hiding in alleys. There was the music store I always walked by, and one day I gathered the courage to walk in. Lee instantly spotted me and watched me as I played a few keys on the piano. An instrument that has been there for most of my life. The first family I had owned one, and I got to learn the basics by watching their kid’s lessons. The old lady had one, too, that she let me use. She actually liked when I played.

I played a song lightly on Lee’s display piano, and when I finished, Lee was there watching me. He asked me if I needed a job, and despite me showing him I was a homeless hybrid, he didn’t care. Turns out Lee had lost a son due to an illness, and he saw something of his son in me. I was hesitant initially, but Lee always proved to be an honorable man. That’s where I’ve stayed until now, repaying him for everything he did for me.”

When he finishes the story, you have tear tracks down your face. You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t deserve to. After all, you were not the one to go through that stuff, yet you felt for Yoongi. You felt the pain in his voice and the injustices he had to go through. His memories still haunt him through his dreams when he should be resting peacefully in the safety of his home.

“I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through.” Your voice is watery as you try to voice your thoughts, “I’m so happy that you found Lee and that you’ve found happiness because it’s all you deserve and more.”

“I love you, Blue,” Yoongi confesses for the first time, sitting on the bed. “It’s why I’m telling you, I love you, and you need to know my past before it’s too late.” He needed you to know in case you decided to leave.

“I love you too, Yoongi,” you cry out happily, holding his cheeks in your hands. “It pains me that you have such a tragic past, but it led you to me, and it’s not going to change how I think of you.”

With tears of relief in his eyes, Yoongi kisses you nice and softly. He loves you, and you love him. You know everything you need to know about him, and it didn’t scare you away. He couldn’t ask for anything better.

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By the time his next heat rolls around, Yoongi has talked to you about it. You had randomly brought up the subject one night, asking him about what he did in those instances. He had been honest about how he usually had someone helping him and reciprocated that help when the time came. He quickly added how he was all alone last time, afraid you’d think he had cheated.

It all made you feel guilty; you didn’t want Yoongi to be in pain and discomfort because of you. At the same time, you did not like the idea of someone else getting to help him and touch him when he was in such a vulnerable state. The only solution was to offer him your help to which he reluctantly agreed.

It led to a long night of Yoongi giving you a rundown of what usually happens when he’s in heat and what to expect. He pretty straightforwardly told you not to take to heart all the breeding references about giving you his babies. You’d giggled at that and told him not to worry. You might actually be into that.

The fated day finally arrives without warning. His constant fucking around with you completely masked the incessant horny feeling he gets. Your voice wakes him up, ripping him away from the dreamy haze he had been in. Unconsciously he had been rutting against her side, his cock rock hard and larger than normal.

“Yoong’s, you’re burning up,” you say, touching his forehead, which is beginning to be coated by sweat.

“I have to go,” Yoongi groans, sitting up. Despite having thrashed all the sheets, he’s sweaty and sticky, “I’m in heat.”

“Yoongi, we talked about this. You have me now. You don’t have to go through this alone,” you tell him, holding onto his arm, preventing him from getting up.

“It can be too much, Blue, and I won’t be thinking straight,” he insists half-heartedly. All he wants is your help, but he’s scared you’ll be disgusted by this side of him.

“Lie back down. I’ve got you,” you say, pushing Yoongi lightly back onto the pillows.

Taking off your underwear, you lift the oversized t-shirt you wore to bed and straddle him. Since this isn’t a time to have tons of foreplay, you grab his hard cock, pumping it while you rub your clit to get yourself wet. Yoongi complains, wanting to feel the warmth of your pussy, swearing it’s the only thing that will relieve him.

Finally, you take all his cock, a sting following as you get used to his size. He’s so much bigger when he’s in heat you have never felt as full. Yoongi sighs in relief under you, grabbing your hips to set a pace that will please him best. His hands gripping you so tightly he thrusts into you desperately. His eyes are closed, concentrating on how you clench around him, but he needs more.

He pulls out of you and swiftly brings you to your knees, your front pressed onto the mattress. He slams back into you without hesitation, making you moan loudly onto the pillows. The room is all but quiet. You’re whining from Yoongi, pushing deep into you. Yoongi is groaning filthy words about how well your pussy is taking him, and the sound of your skin slapping reverberates.

For Yoongi, the first wave is the hardest to overcome. It takes a lot out of him to cum. He wants to so badly, but the pain edges him on. Luckily, you’re great to help with what you do next.

“Fuck me, Yoongi. I wanna have your babies!” You yell under him.

You swear your words make Yoongi’s cock swell even more, the stretch unreal. He thrusts hard, pulling away entirely and slamming back in. Tears well in your eyes. It feels too good. You’ve already cum around him once, and he barely noticed. You’re overstimulated by this new experience.

“We’re gonna keep going until you’re full of my cum,” he groans. Yoongi is drenched in sweat his hair sticking onto his forehead. His chest glistens with the dimmed lights of the bedroom.

Yoongi is entranced by how his cockhead pops in and out of your wet pussy. His length is entirely covered in your slick, making it much easier to thrust into you. You were made just for him. There’s no other explanation for why you feel so good hugging his cock.

Finally, feeling like he’s near his release, he lifts you up your back is against his front. He digs his head into your neck, breathing your delightful smell in. His scent entangled in yours prompts him to harshly bite you, leaving a mark on your neck as if he has claimed you as his. Yoongi is right, you are a pain slut, which brings you over the edge.

“That’s it, Blue, milk my cock, take all of it,” Yoongi stills as you clench around him, his nails digging into your hips, leaving half-moon marks on your skin as he empties inside of you.

“Everything you’ll give me,” You pant, your legs feeling like jelly as you slump against Yoongi.

Pulling your head to the side, he places short messy kisses all over your face. The heat waves he felt coursing through his body ceased momentarily. He pulls out of you, his cock not quite soft yet. You whine at the emptiness and how sensitive you feel down there.

Cum trickles out of you as you lay back on the bed, yet Yoongi pushes it back with his fingers. He hushes you when you shudder, kissing your thigh, “Can’t waste it.”

As you predicted, some minutes after his first release Yoongi is back on you. He kneels between your legs, grabbing your hips to fuck you like that. Yoongi is a visual person, so he takes much pleasure watching you take his cock, your cunt pink and puffy from his previous abuse. Part of his cum leaks out of you, although this time around, he doesn’t worry as he promises to give you more.

His mind flashes with the thought of you pregnant, carrying his kittens. Pretty girl. He splays his hand over your lower abdomen and presses down, he feels himself inside of you, and you see stars as he stimulates your spot. You cum again, legs shaking. Yoongi drips in sweat and, with a painful groan, releases inside of you again. Still inside you, plugging you up, he breathes heavily and lays on your chest. You brush through his wet hair, whispering sweet nothings.

“You did so well, Yoongi,” you rasp out, “Fucked me so good.”

Your throat is dry and raspy. You need water, yet you don’t dare to get up. Yoongi needs you.

“You don’t have to stay,” he whispers, “I can finish this myself. You’ve done more than enough.”

Through his haze, he offers you another exit. Heats are too much for the hybrid. He can’t imagine how much it’ll be for you. He appreciates your help but understands if you want to leave now that you’ve tasted how it is.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should,” you reassure him gently, “I want to help you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Yoongi insists, kissing the swell of your breast.

“You won’t,” you laugh, “I’m sturdier than I seem.”

Yoongi props up on his elbows and thrust slowly, feeling more in control. “I love you, Blue.”

“I love you, Yoongi,” you gasp. Yoongi pins your hands at your sides, lacing your fingers with his.

He’s so pretty with his face flushed. He looks softer with the needy expressions he’s making. Your legs wrap around his waist, trapping him close to you. Yoongi likes it when you get clingy and territorial. It makes him feel wanted.

You sleep hours later with your leg over his hip and his cock nestled inside you. He had managed to snooze off too. Granted, right before your alarm rings, he’s already thrusting into you. You hold onto his back, moaning into his ear and leaving scratch marks behind.

The next day you leave for work, not before Yoongi scents you and fucks you in the shower. The water washing away the remains of him. When you return in the afternoon, he waits for you, shirtless and in sweatpants laying low. He takes you against the door, jeans down to your knees.

By the third day, Yoongi is high and lazy from fucking you so much. He lets you take control, and you ride him lazily, his hands tracing the bruises on your body, some accidental, some on purpose. In his moments of lucidity, he apologizes for the roughness. It’s never his intention to hurt you. You always so kindly wave him off. You don’t care about them, just that your kitty is getting the relief he needs.

You’ve received strange looks at work, and you later learn by visiting Tae it’s because you smell like Yoongi, your usual florals and chocolate scent are almost gone. Only hybrids notice that, so Yoongi also leaves hickeys on your neck (which you hide) for the humans that might want to try something.

By the fourth day, his heat is over. You sneak out of bed to go to work and let Yoongi rest. He’s as still as the dead, exhausted and spent. When you return from work, you smell home-cooked food, and the table is set romantically with flowers in the center and candles.

“You’re home,” Yoongi says, kissing you gently, “Come, I’ve prepared you a bath.”

He leads you to the bathroom, where the tub is steaming with bath salts and bath bombs, more candles are alight, and a glass of wine rests by the tub. Yoongi helps you undress, kissing each and every bruise on your body. You giggle at certain parts as you’re ticklish. Then he offers his hand to help you into the tub.

“Take all the time you need. I’ll be finishing up dinner,” he softly smiles at you.

You relax into the water and nod. Yoongi didn’t have to do any of this; it’s not like he can control his heat. It has you feeling cared for, though, and that’s something you can’t take for granted. When you get dressed, you both have dinner. He apologizes again and hopes he didn’t scare you away. You reassure him he didn’t. You even tell him you found most of it hot, including the breeding kink that came naturally with him.

Yoongi blushes and says ‘noted’ under his breath. The rest of the night, you and Yoongi cuddle, and before bed, he gives you a massage. You tell him he’s going overboard, but he insists, and who are you to refuse?

Days later, you take a pregnancy test, scared of the result. You have no symptoms, but the amount of times you and Yoongi had sex is unholy, and you’re afraid your birth control pills might’ve failed you. His heat clouds his mind, it’s designed to breed and reproduce. Each time he came, he did it inside of you. You know your birth control is 95% effective, yet what’s to stop you from being that 5%. You’re not ready for children. It’s not something you’ve spoken about, either. You pick up the test with shaking hands once the alarm goes off. It’s negative.

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There are days when you are too busy to go out for lunch. Today is one of those days. Luckily, Yoongi offers to bring you food for when you have time to eat something. It’s his first time visiting you at work, and he realizes he doesn’t know exactly where you work. He always thought you worked at the multi-office building near the corner.

When he follows the direction, it leads him to the building he despises. You never told Yoongi you work there. Feeling uncomfortable, he walks in, where a receptionist greets him, “Hello, how can I help you today?”

Yoongi tells her your name. It feels foreign on his tongue. He’s always called you Blue, and very few people call you by your government name as it is.

“Oh, you must be Yoongi! She told me you’d be coming. Take this pass. Her office is to the left on the 30th floor. You’ll see her name on the door.”

That’s a high number. In fact, it’s one of the few at the top. Usually, that means a high position, but you’ve never really talked about your job. Yoongi knocks on the frosted glass door with your name on it, preceded by Prod.

He wants to leave. How come you never told him you were a producer? That seems like the thing to say when your boyfriend owns a Music Store. You had told him you loved music, and that was it. Anyone can love music and not be involved at all. Not even that whenever he asked about work, you’d say you didn’t like talking about it to keep things separate. How many songs has he heard on the radio that you worked on?

He gets no response, so he opens the frosted glass door he sees a studio with state-of-the-art equipment. You were at the desk with big headphones covering your ears. He could hear a beat coming from them. He taps you on your shoulder, and you jump in surprise.

“Yoongi!” You say loudly, forgetting the headphones on your ears. “Oops, sorry.”

“Hey, I got your food,” he says, raising the plastic bag, but his eyes can’t stop taking in the studio and all the tools you had.

“You are a lifesaver,” you gush, grabbing the bag from him to open it.

“You never mentioned you were a producer,” he clicks his tongue in mild annoyance.

“I didn’t?” you ask, distracted by the food, “Huh, well, this where I work, always at your service.”

“Your boyfriend works at a Music Store, and you forget to mention your work in music,” Yoongi says sarcastically.

“I did say I worked at this building,” you roll your eyes with a smile thinking his joking.

“I always thought it was the other one with the medical offices,” he coughs, scratching the back of his neck in awkwardness.

“This is a huge miscommunication, my bad,” you say sheepishly, taking a bite of the sushi he bought for you.

Yoongi doesn’t know how to feel. He hates the building company for denying him the opportunity of becoming an artist. They were clearly against him being a hybrid despite having the talent. And here you are, working happily in what he wanted. You’re living his dream. It should make you perfect for him, yet all he feels is resentment.

You don’t sense his internal ‘debate’ as you eat. You’re too much in your head over the deadlines you have to meet. It doesn’t work in your favor as Yoongi leaves with a kiss on your cheeks with the excuse of a delivery to the shop. He had to get out of there and think clearly before he blew up on you.

He spends the whole day thinking about how you can work in a company that is against hybrids. He lets his losses get to him and project to you. So when you arrive at his apartment that night to spend time with him, he doesn’t greet you and just spits out, “How can you work in that company?”

��Excuse me?” You ask him, confused you haven’t even taken off your coat.

“That’s such a horrible company, Blue! They discriminate against hybrids. I can’t believe you’d work in such a place,” he argues, standing before you. His posture is tense and his ears and tail lay flat against his body.

“Yoongi, what the fuck? What are you going on about? The company is not against hybrids,” You exclaim, taking a step back.

“Of course they are. I lived through it,” Yoongi reveals.

You pause with wide eyes, “When? You’ve never mentioned it before.”

“Five years ago, I went to audition as a producer. They said that despite my talent, they wouldn’t hire me,” he says, fingers raking through his dark hair.

“That’s unbelievable,” you huff, crossing your arms defensively. Many hybrids work at the company, and she’s never heard complaints of the boss treating them poorly.

“How can you not believe me, your boyfriend, and believe the awful people,” Yoongi scolds her angrily. You can’t be so blind.

“Because that’s my family!” You yell, shutting him up.

“What?” Yoongi goes slack at your words.

“My dad is the company’s CEO, and I can assure you we are not discriminatory against hybrids. For fucks sake, Yoongi, you’ve met Jungkook. Would people who hate hybrids adopt one?”

You don’t like to pull out often that your dad is the CEO of the family company, but this is Yoongi you’re talking to. He cares about you, and you’ve been together long enough that it feels okay for him to know. Besides, maybe this way, he’ll understand that what he says is a lie.

His following words slip with little thought. “Who knows, maybe you just want to look good to the public?”

“If that’s what you think, fine. I’m leaving,” you respond firmly. You will not take anyone speaking shit about your family. It hurts you to hear him say those things. By insulting your family, he insults you too.

You hope Yoongi stops you, but he doesn’t. He knows what he was told. He stays silent, waiting for you to go. He’s set on his way.

It’s one long week where you barely talk to Yoongi. You give him time to apologize or reach out, but he doesn’t. When he realizes his mistake of comparing you to the ones that hurt him, you don’t answer.

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It has to be a mistake. There is no way your father, who runs the company, turned someone down for being a hybrid. Hell, half of the staff are hybrids. Producers, artists, HR, everything. There are hybrids in all departments. How come Yoongi didn’t see that when he visited.

You’ve spent enough time stewing on this. Time to go to the source, your father. You knock on his office door and hear faintly, “Come in.”

“Darling, how nice of you to visit your old man,” your dad jokes, standing from his desk to hug you.

“Sorry, dad, I’ve been swamped,” you apologize, plopping down on one of the plush chairs in front of his desk.

“I know, I’ve seen your reports, and you’re doing well. I’m proud of you,” he smiles at his daughter, expecting one in return. Instead, she plays with a loose thread on her sweater, not paying attention to him. “What troubles you?”

“You know the guy I’m dating,” you sigh, looking up at your dad.

“Yoongi, yes,” he nods, remembering everything you’ve told him about Yoongi.

“Apparently, he auditioned here like 7-ish years ago, and he says that you or whoever was in his audition didn’t accept him because he was a hybrid,” you say. It’s best not to beat around the bush.

“Really?” He asks, concerned, “Let me look it up.”

In times like these, he’s glad the company keeps a database of all the auditions and interview processes. One of his goals as CEO is to eliminate barriers between all kinds of people, giving them all a fair chance of working here.

“I have his file up. I remember him. He was very talented. He never came back. What a shame,” he hums, rewatching the audition.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“I couldn’t accept him at the time, but I told him to come in a year or two for another audition,” your father explains, passing you a flash drive with the audition.

“Why didn’t you accept him at the time?”

“It wouldn’t be beneficial for him at the time the regulations for hybrids in big companies were not good. They basically required full background screenings and medical exams. And the health benefits were basically nonexistent. Most hybrids don’t have past experiences, and if they do, they’re bad not because they are, but because of the situation they are put through. It wasn’t until a year later they eliminated that law, and their rights were looking better.”

“That makes sense,” you sigh in relief. You shouldn’t have doubted your family.

“If he wants, he can have another audition. You know we’re always looking for new producers.”

“Thanks, dad, I’ll mention it to him,” you smile, leaving.

This is great! Yoongi can audition, and he’ll be able to work alongside you. You just know he’ll do so well. He already has an excellent ear for music. He may be a bit rusty, but nothing a little practice can’t help. She can lend him a hand too!

“Send him my apologies. I never wanted it to seem the wrong way.”

“I will,” you say, rushing out the door.

A knock on the door interrupts Yoongi’s evening nap. He opens the door expecting Jimin or Jin, but you’re at the door with your arms crossed.

“You’re an idiot,” you shoulder him to walk into the apartment.

“I know. I’m sorry, Blue, I shouldn’t have overreacted and assumed things about you,” Yoongi sincerely apologizes.

“You think?” You cock an eyebrow at him.

“I’m apologizing, don’t be a bitch,” Yoongi pouts, not liking your attitude.

“It’s just you infuriate me. I’ve been good to you. I don’t think I’ve ever done something to hurt you, and if I have, I’m sorry. But what you did was so unfair. Even if my family were as horrible as you made them seem, I’m not them. And I haven’t given you a reason to believe that,” you lightly argue. You’re not looking to pick a fight. You just want him to understand.

Yoongi hugs you from behind. His words don’t mean anything right now. He lets you vent. You relax against him eventually, grabbing the arms that were around you.

“I talked to my dad,” you whisper, “you misunderstood the situation, Yoongs.”

“Blue, I’m sure of what I heard,” he whispers back.

“My dad records his auditions for moments like this,” you say, handing him the flash drive. “You were great Yoong’s, and they would’ve hired you. They didn’t because it wouldn’t have been helpful for you.”

You explain the situation and your father’s words. If he had gone through the audition, the government tracking hybrids wouldn’t process his applications. That’s why your father told him to return.

“I-how could I have misunderstood this so badly,” Yoongi sighs defeated. He could’ve been so much happier sooner if he had only listened. He could’ve been a producer already. He would’ve met you a long time ago as well.

“It was seven years ago. You were hurt and wanted a reason to be mad,” you comfort him.

“I’ve spent seven years glaring at the building for nothing,” Yoongi humorously laughs.

“My dad says if you want an audition, you have it,” you tell him.

“Really?” Yoongi looks at you, “I don’t know if that’s what I want anymore. I gave up on that dream long ago.”

Being a producer was his biggest dream, yet after the disappointment, he instilled in himself, he came to the conclusion that giving up on his dream was for the best. Now he’s not sure he can visualize himself as a producer.

“If you change your mind, the opportunity is there.”

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Your relationship has kept you so busy you can’t remember the last time you went out with Hoseok and Tae to karaoke. You send them a quick text, and they both agree to meet. As per their request, you bring Yoongi and Jungkook along. The more, the merrier.

Hoseok and Tae are waiting when you get there. They’ve already picked a room. The group orders drinks, which quickly creates a buzz in the room. It takes them no less than 20 minutes to get the party going.

While you and Taehyung duet an old 80s song, Hoseok approaches Yoongi. He’d heard about Yoongis’s job offer and wondered if he would take it.

“You said no?” Hoseok repeats, his facial expression clearly surprised.

“Yeah,” Yoongi nods, taking a sip from his drink. He lightly laughs at you and Tae’s terrible rendition.

“Why? I thought it was your dream,” Hoseok asks. He knows what the job entitles. He’s worked at the company for some years now. It’s challenging and frustrating. It’ll drain you of all inspiration faster than you’d think, yet he wouldn’t do anything else in the world. His stunt at the cafe months ago confirmed that.

“It is or was. I don’t know; I feel out of touch. When I went to Blue’s office, there was so much equipment I hadn’t even seen. It’s been a while since I’ve produced too. I write less and less as the years go on,” Yoongi sighs, being honest with Hoseok.

“How about you come to my studio this week? Check it out. I can show you around. It’s not as intimidating as it seems, and I know you’ve got the talent,” Hoseok offers kindly, no strings attached.

In his mind giving Yoongi space from you is good. That way, Yoongi is not pressured to agree with whatever you say or do.

“You’ve never heard anything of mine,” Yoongi rebukes.

“Haven’t I, Gloss?” Hoseok laughs.

Yoongi’s expression is priceless. He left the underground business when he got rejected by your company. He hasn’t been called that in years.

“That’s right, I know my people,” Hoseok laughs. He didn’t recognize him at the cafe, but after you told him about the audition, he did some digging.

“Alright, I’ll go check it out,” Yoongi nods.

Maybe Hoseok was right. Perhaps an hour or two in a neutral studio can inspire or convince him. He doesn’t want to seem ungrateful, but he never envisioned himself working his whole life at the music store.

“Yoongi, come on, it’s our turn,” Jungkook calls over, holding a microphone.

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Yoongi returns to your apartment the morning after. The smell hits him as he exits the elevator- someone is in heat. He ignores it, but the closer he gets to your door, the harder it is to ignore. Realizing it’s coming from your apartment, he rushes in to find you pacing in the living room in distress.

“What are you doing here while Jungkook is in heat?” Yoongi hisses, staying by the door.

“Thank god you’re here, Yoongi! I don’t know what to do. This hasn’t happened before,” you cry, hugging your boyfriend.

With his arms around you, Yoongi drags you outside, closing the door behind you guys. The more distance between you and Jungkook, the better. If the smell is strong in the hallway, he can’t imagine being inside it. He fears the effect it can have on him if he breathes the scent for too long. It’s not uncommon for a hybrid’s heat to trigger another’s.

“What do you mean this is the first time it happens?” Yoongi asks. Jungkook is a 21-year-old hybrid. He must’ve gotten his heat around 7 or 8 years ago.

“Jungkook usually takes these pills to ease off his heat. He’s been taking them ever since he got his first one. I think he hasn’t been taking them ’cause he’s been spending more time in my apartment.” You try to explain, although you know very little about the subject, despite living with a hybrid for most of your childhood.

Jungkook’s bunny habits are well known in your family, and you’ve learned about hybrids, too, because of him. Heats, though, was always a subject Jungkook kept to himself because he didn’t feel comfortable sharing that part of his life with his sister. When the first one rolled around, it wasn’t so bad, and after your parents offered him the pills, he accepted. Since then, he hasn’t paid much attention to it.

It all makes sense to Yoongi now. The pills you talk about are expensive but highly effective. They basically stop a hybrid from having heat or make them asymptomatic. He’s never had the luxury of taking them, but he’s heard much about them. Enough to know that Jungkook’s heat will be more intense after not having it for so many years.

“This is bad, Blue!” Yoongi tells you, hands on your shoulders.

“What am I going to do? He’s in so much pain and won’t stop sweating and groaning!” You exclaim on the verge of tears.

“There is nothing to do,” Yoongi carefully says, “Pack a bag. We can go to my apartment while he rides this through.”

“There has to be something, Yoongi. I can’t just leave him like that!” You’re upset he would suggest leaving your brother behind in such conditions.

Your worry about Jungkook is blinding you. The gravity of the situation not making sense to you. So Yoongi takes it upon himself to explain, “He’ll be uncomfortable and in pain, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. He’ll survive, and in a few days, he’ll be good as new. Your presence here can make things much worse, Blue.”

“How can you say that? I saw you when you were in heat, and I was with you. I hated seeing you like that. How do you expect me to ignore Jungkook’s pain and pretend it’s not there.” You interrupt him in distress.

“Because the only way he’ll feel relieved is for him to fuck someone. He needs to get off to relieve his temperature and relieve the pain. That’s a heat. And unless someone magically appears and volunteers, there’s nothing you can do,” Yoongi grits out, frustrated at the situation. Jungkook’s strong scent started to fuzz his brain.

“Yoongi! There has to be something….” You say, not believing Yoongi’s words.

He��s getting mad that you’re not listening, and his following words come out rough, “I already told you, have sex with Jungkook or get out.”

“I’m not doing that. He’s my brother!” You and Jungkook might not be related by blood, but you can’t find it in yourself to have sex with him. If you could, you would, but you don’t believe either can get through the mental block. Ruining your relationship with your brother is not in your plans any time soon.

“Adopted brother,” Yoongi points out. You hit him in the arm, angry at his unhelpful responses, which only gets him angrier.

“Fine, get him a hooker. That will get him feeling good in no time. Still, we have to leave.” Yoongi insists, desperate to get out of the building before he gets horny.

“He is not having sex with a stranger. I refuse!”

“Well, that only leaves me, and that’s not happening,” Yoongi replies, crossing his arms.

You pause your argument, thinking it wouldn’t be the most outrageous idea. If someone were to help him, Yoongi would be perfect for it. He’s a hybrid, too, who has had to go through his ruts mostly alone.

“Are you set on that?” You ask with a grimace. You feel bad asking this of Yoongi, but you’re desperate to help Jungkook.

He looks at you in disbelief, “You are not suggesting I have sex with your brother?”

“Yoongi, just help him for now. I know the first day is the worst. Just for today, help him, please.”

“Blue, do you understand what you’re saying?” He understands what you’re saying but is unsure you do. This is a lot, and the worst part is that he’s actually considering it. It must be Jungkook’s pheromones all in the air affecting his.

“Yes, I do. I know this isn’t romantic or anything. You’re only helping him.” you nod, decided.

“Once,” Yoongi grits out, a dead serious look on his face. “I’ll be helping him this once but never again.”

“Okay,” you nod, at a loss for words.

Yoongi shoves his keys in your hands, “Go to my apartment. I’ll get there later with your bag.”

“Thank you, Yoongi.” You speak before walking down the hallway. Before entering the elevator, you look back at Yoongi, who nods at the elevator, urging you to go. He doesn’t want you in the vicinity if he’s doing this.

He takes a minute to himself, gathering the courage to do this. All doubt disappears when he opens the door and breathes in Jungkook’s pheromones. He finds Jungkook’s room and opens the door. The bunny is lying face down in bed naked. His hips rutting into the bed to feel any type of relief. His back glistens with sweat, and his dark hair sticks to his neck.

“Hey, Kook,” Yoongi says, walking to the bed.

“Yoongi?” Jungkook says in a haze, propping himself up on his elbows, but his thrusting doesn’t cease. If he were in his right mind, he’d instantly stop and cover up. He didn’t want to, though. He had to make the pain disappear.

“I’m here to help. Is that okay?” Yoongi asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Please,” Jungkook chokes, “It hurts so much.”

“I’ll take care of you,” Yoongi soothes him, a long finger trailing down his back. Reaching the base of his spine Yoongi tugs on the black cottontail. Jungkook whines thrusting harder against the mattress.

“Turn around,” Yoongi softly tells him.

Jungkook shakes his head, “I can’t-“

“If you don’t, then I can’t touch you, and you want me to touch you, right?” Yoongi asks him. Being in heat messes with every thought in your head. It makes hybrids think that even the smallest actions are impossible, and Jungkook suppressing his heat brings him back to step one.

With a groan Jungkook turns his body around, his cock bobs up and down as he settles on his back. Yoongi licks his lips, the bunny is so hard and ready to burst there’s a steady stream of precum coating his head.

Yoongi’s hand slides down Jungkook’s chest, admiring the hard muscle. It continues to trail down his abdomen until it reaches his pelvis. The younger boy’s hips rut, feeling Yoongi’s hands close to his cock.

Jungkook has not stopped moaning once, every little touch sending him waves of painful pleasure. He begs Yoongi to do anything, touch him, fuck him, suck him. Getting more comfortable between Jungkook’s legs, Yoongi starts stroking him. The bunny is hot and heavy in his palm. He spits in his hand for good measure, but it’s barely necessary. His thumb brushes over the dark pink tip, spreading the milky liquid down his shaft.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, hand tugging at his hair and hips thrusting into Yoongi’s palm. His abs tense, showcasing the hard muscle underneath. It’s a sight for sore eyes that makes Yoongi’s pants tighten. Yoongi might’ve done this as a favor to you both, but he will enjoy this as much as he can.

“Look at me, Kook,” Yoongi calls the youngest’s attention, “Focus on me.”

The bunny’s hazy stare lands on the cat hybrid on top of him. He is also sweating, feeling the heat of the moment. His feline eyes are calculating, afraid of missing any of Jungkook’s response to his touch. The wet noise Yoongi’s hand makes as he flicks his wrist fills the room along with the bunny’s pleas.

Jungkook tries hard to keep his eyes on Yoongi, but when he feels his peak near, his eyes roll back, and his mouth opens. “That’s it, bunny, cum,” the cat hybrid encourages him, “You’ll feel so much better.”

Jungkook groans, feeling his peak, and it’s like some of the heat has dissipated. Ropes of white paint Yoongi’s hand and Jungkook’s stomach. Raising his hand to his lips, Yoongi licks the bunny’s cum, tasting him. Fuck, did he taste good. It would be a shame for Jungkook to miss it.

Leaning over, Jungkook Yoongi says, “Open your mouth, bunny.”

Jungkook doesn’t understand why but tentatively opens his mouth. Yoongi grabs his cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger and lets his saliva mixed with Jungkook’s cum, drip into the bunny’s mouth.

“Now swallow,” Yoongi orders him.

Jungkook obeys the cat hybrid, swallowing his spit. He never thought his own taste would arouse him and make him hard again in seconds. He blames it on the heat. With his temperature rising, Jungkook grabs Yoongi’s sides and flips them over. He kisses his sister’s boyfriend hard, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his pale neck, leaving a hard bite behind.

“Fuck,” Yoongi moans. He had forgotten that bunnies like to bite.

Jungkook needs to feel him close, touch him, taste him too. He takes off Yoongi’s hoodie and his t-shirt touching the older guy’s chest. He continues to kiss the cat hybrid, even biting his pouty lips. Yoongi lets him be in control for now. Jungkook needs to enjoy himself too.

Jungkook’s hard-on presses against Yoongi’s lower stomach, and feeling the skin-on-skin contact, Jungkook begins to thrust again, moaning into Yoongi’s mouth.

Jungkook is curious, curious about Yoongi and his body. He’s touched and kissed parts of him, but now he wants it all. With a goal in mind, Jungkook’s hand trails down the cat hybrid’s body to palm his length over his pants. Yoongi moans are swallowed by Jungkook, who continues to feverishly kiss him, but when he reaches for his belt, Yoongi stops him.

“Not today, bunny,” he breathes, the grip on Jungkook’s wrist tight, “Today, I get to use you as I please.”

“What?” Jungkook asks, his brown eyes filled with disappointment.

“You heard me,” Yoongi says, sliding out from under him, “Sit up.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yoongi kneels between his muscular legs.

Jungkook’s cock is equally hard as in the beginning, begging for attention. With a hand on Jungkook’s knee and another on his cock, Yoongi licks a stripe along the vein that runs up the shaft, instantly making Jungkook release a throaty moan.

“Look at me, bunny,” Yoongi purrs, “If you don’t, I’ll stop.”

Jungkook’s head snaps back down to stare at Yoongi, whose wet tongue licks the head of his cock. He coats the entire length with his spit with kisses and licks. Yoongi’s pink lips momentarily wrap around his cockhead as his tongue swirls the tip. He knows he’s teasing the poor bunny. It’s his way of pleasure to see the younger hybrid fall to pieces in splutters and stutters.

Yoongi teases him, going slow and shallow, drawing little whines from Jungkook’s swollen lips. Jungkook tries to push his cock more into Yoongi’s mouth, but the cat already sees it coming and pulls away.

“Yoongi, pl-ease,” Jungkook begs, teary-eyed. By now, he’s long forgotten about pleasing Yoongi as the fever inside of him gets higher.

“What’s that, Kook?” Yoongi feigns innocence, a string of saliva attaching him to Jungkook’s hard cock.

“D-don’t tease,” Jungkook stutters out. He tries to stroke himself in desperate need, only for Yoongi to stop him.

“So impatient,” Yoongi chastises, holding Jungkook’s wrist tightly, “Hands on your sides.”

Jungkook complains at the request, earning a glare from the cat hybrid, “If you’re not going to listen, I’ll leave,” he threatens. He’s just like his sister. For a moment, Yoongi entertains the idea of dominating you both simultaneously. What a treat it would be.

“No, no!” Jungkook exclaims, grabbing fistfuls of the crumpled bedsheets.

Yoongi smirks at the pretty bunny above him. His hair is messy from raking his fingers through it, long floppy ears falling to the sides, and cheeks flushed with arousal. He wants Jungkook to feel all the pleasure he can. While having sex without the rut is nice and fun, there’s something so satisfying about sex while in heat. No matter how small, every touch is amplified and can push you to the edge.

Now that Jungkook is obedient, Yoongi takes his length back into his mouth. He works getting most of Jungkook down his throat, Yoongi’s eyes water, but it doesn’t stop him. Bobbing his head to a steady rhythm, he sucks Jungkook off, his tongue occasionally dipping into the slit of his tip. The bunny is trying his best, the veins running up his arms popping from the tight grip on the bed. When Yoongi takes him deeper than before, the grip loosens as his right hand goes to the base of his cat ears.

Almost instantly, Yoongi purrs around his cock, enticing Jungkook to thrust up. It feels so good it’s overwhelming. With Jungkook pushing on his head Yoongi deep throats him, his nose brushing against the bunny’s base. Yoongi will never admit that while it hurts, he loves the feeling of a big cock down his throat.

With a few more bobs of Yoongi’s head, Jungkook bursts. His cum runs down the cat hybrid’s throat. Yoongi breathes heavily when he releases Jungkook. His eyes are red and watery, as are his nose and mouth. He continues to lightly lick Jungkook, entertained by the way his bunny ears twitch at the feeling.

Yoongi gets up from the floor as Jungkook falls back on the bed. The bunny hybrid is exhausted as his fever goes down to a normal temperature. Yoongi helps him lie back properly and covers him with the wrinkly bedsheet. Before Yoongi leaves the room, he brushes through Jungkook’s hair with his fingers, lightly rubbing the base of his bunny ears. The sleepy bunny makes an appreciative sound as his touch lulls him to sleep completely.

This is the worst of the heat. He should be able to take care of himself from tomorrow onwards. Yoongi leaves the food and water ready for Jungkook by the nightstand. Hopefully, when he’s awake, he’ll feel better.

Yoongi goes to your room to pack your bag. In there, your scent hits him mixed with Jungkook’s pheromones. If the bunnies had driven him mad, yours added to the mix just about ended him.

He lies in your bed by your pillow where your scent is strongest. It only takes him a second to undo his belt and pull his throbbing cock out of his pants. Spitting in his hand Yoongi flicks his wrist quickly, needing a release. He had his reasons for not letting Jungkook touch him, one being that it wouldn’t be fair for the bunny hybrid. He’d been in pain for too long. The other reason was you. He’d happily done this favor for you, but now you had to pay up.

Reaching a moment of clarity, Yoongi slows his pace until he stops right before his release. He stands from the bed, tucking himself in again uncomfortably, and prepares your bag. As soon as he gets to his apartment, he’ll have his way with you, and the pent-up frustration will be worth it.

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Almost a year into the relationship, you decide it’s time for Yoongi to meet your parents. You organize a nice dinner at your parent’s house, they don’t have to do anything you’ll be the one cooking and setting the table.

Yoongi would get there later, Jungkook as well. You thought it would be nice to have moral support. Unfortunately, you took so long to cook that Yoongi arrived while you were getting ready, which means that your dad got the pleasure of greeting him at the door.

“Ah, if it isn’t Yoongi,” your dad exclaims cheerily, opening the door wider for Yoongi.

“Hello, I got this for you,” Yoongi nervously hands him a bottle of wine. It’s the one you mentioned your dad likes.

“I was hoping it would be the flowers,” your dad jokes, happily taking the wine.

“Is that Yoongi?” A friendly voice calls from the kitchen. Your mom walks out, surprising Yoongi with a warm hug. He hands her the flowers, which she gushes about. “Such a polite boy, don’t be shy. We don’t bite, we’ll except for Jungkookie.”

Yoongi stifles a smile because doesn’t he know it. Not only has he witnessed Jungkook shamelessly biting you when you get distracted, but that day where he needed help with his heat he left Yoongi with a few nasty marks. Marks which you later covered with your own.

“Honey, I’ll be showing Yoongi my office. We’ll be back soon,” your dad says, patting Yoongi on the back.

Yoongi is nervous, terrified even. His cat ears flatten as he follows your dad to his office. He’s only heard good things about him from you, but how reliable is that? Of course, he’s good to you and Jungkook, his kids. Yoongi is a stranger.

Yoongi sits in one of the chair desks awkwardly, looking around the room. Your dad looks him up and down as if deciding on Yoongi. From looks alone, Yoongi seems like a good man, but he needs to make his concerns known.

“Why are you with my daughter?” He asks straight to the point, his friendly smile disappearing.

“Because I love her,” Yoongi responds as best as he can.

There are a million reasons why he is with you. You’re kind, pretty, intelligent, sexy, talented, honest, and so much more. Despite all the arguments you’ve had you’ve never brought the fact his a hybrid into it. All those qualities led him to love you, the most important reason he is with you.

“It has nothing to do with her job and position in the company? How it may benefit you, Yoongi?” Your dad asks. If he didn’t ask these questions, he wouldn’t be doing his job as a father. The older man needs peace of mind that Yoongi’s intentions are the right ones.

“No. I didn’t even know she worked there till two months ago. By then, I had already fallen in love with her. I wouldn’t take advantage of her that way even if I had known before. Blue is one of the kindest people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.”

Your father’s tense posture relaxes, and his grin returns, “Good answer. I hope you understand why I had to ask the question. I am only a concerned father.”

“I do. Can I ask a question myself?”

“Go ahead.”

“You don’t mind that your daughter is dating a hybrid?” Yoongi insecurely asks.

“Not at all. I believe hybrids are equal, if not better, than regular humans. My children have the liberty of dating whoever they please, and I’ll approve as long as they are treated with love and respect.”

Hybrids have a good judge of character, and Yoongi can tell that he is honest and means what he says. Fear aside, he is happy to have had this conversation with your dad.

“Daddy, Yoongi?” You call them, walking in the direction of the office.

“In here, sweetheart,” your dad responds.

“Dad, stop questioning Yoongi. It’s time for dinner,” you tell him, shooting Yoongi a reassuring grin.

“I wasn’t questioning, just having a man-to-man conversation,” he says, walking out of the office.

“Mhm,” you say, rolling your eyes. He does this with each boyfriend you’ve brought home.

“Hi, handsome,” you greet Yoongi, holding out your hand for him to take. He dressed up for the occasion, wanting to impress. He succeeded.

“Hey, Blue,” he says, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. “You look pretty.”

“Thanks,” you peck him on the lips, brushing your thumb on his lips to get rid of the remaining lipstick.

“I heard that!” Your dad screams from the stairs with a laugh.

“Keep walking, old man,” you yell back, shaking your head with a smile.

Dinner was fun, and Yoongi felt like he was with family. Your family was very much like you, kind and accepting. Funny as hell, he smiled or laughed throughout most of the dinner. If he had to guess, he would’ve never known your dad was the CEO of a family company. He was very down to earth.

Not that he doubted, but your parents truly treated Jungkook as their own. The bunny hybrid has all of this family wrapped around his little finger. You grab his hand under the table and smile at him. He smiles back sincerely. He can see himself being part of this family for a long time. It heals the part of his broken heart that he thought was beyond repair.

“Let me go get dessert,” your mom announces, sanding from the table.

“I’ll help,” Yoongi pipes up, following the older lady to the kitchen.

“Now that I’ve got you here, I want to thank you,” your mom says as she cuts the chocolate cake you baked earlier.

“What for?” Yoongi asks, handing her the plates to place the cakes on.

“For helping our Jungkookie out,” she casually mentions.

Yoongi chokes on his own saliva, his mind going straight to him helping Jungkook through his heat. It was a given that it was something to keep to themselves. How close is Jungkook to his mom that he felt it was okay to tell her that Yoongi gave him not only a handjob but a blowjob? Furthermore, how can she be okay with her daughter’s boyfriend handing out favors like that to her son?

“He loves those damn vynils so much, he wouldn’t stop talking about how you gave him two limited edition ones,” she fondly laughs at her son.

“Oh, that. Yeah, no problem,” Yoongi sighs in relief. His spirit had left his body for a moment there.

“Let’s go before they start talking about the company. The dinner table is a no-work conversation zone,” your mom says, ushering Yoongi out of the kitchen as she hears her husband talking about numbers and beats.

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Tuesday, after dropping off lunch at your office Yoongi wanders to Hoseoks office, taking him up on his offer. He knocks, waiting for his new friend to open the door. Hoseok gives him a small tour of his studio and explains some of the newer equipment’s purposes to adjust Yoongi to the environment. Hoseok was right. This isn’t as intimidating as he’d thought. In fact, once he got the hang of it, inspiration returned to him.

“Go on, try and make a beat,” Hoseok encourages him. He already loves what Yoongi has to offer based on conversations alone. One of the reasons he left the company for a few months was for lack of inspiration. Although talented, none of the other producers offered something that spoke to him.

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time,” Yoongi tells Hoseok, knowing he is imposing on his work schedule.

“I have a meeting now, actually. It should take about two hours. Have fun,” Hoseok says, picking up his jacket from a small sofa off to the corner. Without looking behind him, he leaves Yoongi alone in the studio. Looking at the closed door, Yoongi shrugs and puts on the headphones, working on a melody that has been bothering him for the past two years. Might as well.

Getting the hang of the equipment, he falls deep into a creative flow. He barely notices time go by. The piano notes carry him to new places in his mind as they fall into place in the track. It’s like a dam has been broken down. All he has flowing down at torrential speeds, with no one there to stop him.

A hand on his shoulder makes him jump and tear the headphones from his ears. Heightened senses fail him as Hoseok stands behind him, looking amused at his startled expression.

“The meeting ran late. I thought you’d gone home. Are you okay?” Hoseok asks. His two-hour meeting turned into four. The project’s creators fell into discord about what creative direction they should take it.

“I’m okay. I didn’t notice it had been two hours,” Yoongi says, looking at his watch.

“It be like that sometimes,” Hoseok giggles. He’s found himself in that position before. Music tends to dominate the creator most times. “Want to show me what you got?”

Yoongi nods, turning on the chair to give Hoseok a pair of headphones. Hoseok expected something good but unpolished, considering Yoongi’s time away from producing. The first note of the track proves him wrong. Hoseok does not speak for the duration of the track taking in the masterpiece Yoongi created.

Hoseok is amazed Yoongi managed to inspire him more than most of the producers that work in the company. It’s raw and heartfelt, honest. It comes from a place of experience.

“You did this in four hours?” Hoseok asks, amazed.

“I mean, I’ve had part of the melody for years, but the rest, yeah,” Yoongi says nervously. Does Hoseok think it’s trash?

“It’s phenomenal. You have to consider joining the company!”

“Seriously?”

“Yoongi, you’ve got me feeling more with that track than I have in a good while,” Hoseok confesses.

Hoseok is boosting Yoongi’s confidence and ego. He forgot the effect his music can have on people. It’s addicting.

Someone interrupts them by knocking on the door and peaking their head in. It’s a wolf hybrid Yoongi recognizes. “Namjoon?”

“Hi, Yoongi!” The hybrid smiles widely, fist-bumping him.

“I see you two know each other,” Hoseok says, searching for the hard drive Namjoon came for.

“Yeah, Yoongi sometimes comes to the concerts and helps sell tapes,” Namjoon says.

“Well, his girlfriend recruited you,” Hoseok tells him.

“Blue recruited him?” Yoongi asks, surprised.

“Yeah, she bought one of his tapes from your store and liked what he had to offer,” Hoseok explains, handing Namjoon the hard drive.

“She hunted me down until I said yes,” Namjoon laughs, remembering that moment from months ago.

“Can I ask about the conditions of working here? With us being hybrids and all?” Yoongi asks Namjoon. While Hoseok has helped him so much, he needs the insight of a hybrid who works at the company to fully convince him.

“I can honestly say this job is one of the few that treats their workers equally. So far, I haven’t had a single bad or sketchy situation. If you have an opportunity to join, take it! It’d be nice to have you on the music scene again.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi has much to consider, but the more time he spends here, the more convinced he is.

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“What would you say if I accepted your dad’s job offer?” Yoongi asks you one night while you are getting ready for bed.

“I’d say I’m thrilled and proud of you, Yoongs,” you grin at him through the mirror.

“You wouldn’t mind working with me?” He says as he walks up behind you, eyes locked on you through the reflection.

“Not at all,” you shake your head, “I know it might seem like too much, but I assure you we won’t see each other so much that it’ll come to that.”

You and Hoseok barely see each other in the office since you mostly work on different projects. While Hoseok is a producer, he is also an artist, so he mainly works on his own stuff. On the other hand, you work for female artists and girl groups.

“I’m more worried about you being sick of me,” he jokes, throwing an arm over your chest to pull you close to him.

“Don’t be. I love you. When I get sick of you will be the day hell freezes over,” you say, looking up at him.

“I want to work on something that will make you proud and won’t make you regret your decision,” he whispers. He wants to be successful for you. You deserve only the best.

“Don’t doubt yourself, Yoongi. No matter what you do, ill be proud of it, even if it’s a kid’s song about tomatoes.” You think there is nothing Yoongi can do to disappoint you.

“I don’t think the parents will appreciate my swearing,” he admits with a laugh, knowing how much he swears.

You laugh along, “Me either. Maybe that will set you apart from the competition. Oh! How about a cursing alphabet?!”

“You’re a genius,” Yoongi fake gasps, making you giggle. He sweetly kisses your cheek, “Let’s go to bed.”

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Yoongi hires a new employee for the Music Store in a matter of weeks and begins his new job. As you said, he doesn’t get to see you much, if only brief glimpses in the hallway before you get pulled away to a meeting or studio.

With Hoseoks and Namjoon’s help, he quickly gets the hang of everything in the studio. Currently, he’s a producer. He creates music he likes and collaborates with artists who want to use his songs.

It’s been smooth sailing; his supervisors and senior producers are happy with his efficiency and creativity. They often seek him out for input on work of their own. Yoongi couldn’t be happier.

He delves into his work, giving it his all. It’s everything he ever wanted and more. But with that also comes pressure. Pressure to improve and better himself. Like he wants to upstage himself every day, and that takes time.

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A Saturday morning two months after Yoongi began working at the company, you wake up to your boyfriend sitting at your desk working away.

He can’t hear you, as you call him, because of the massive headphones over his ears. You let the sheets fall off your naked body and walk over to him, sitting on his lap.

“Morning, Blue,” he says, kissing your head and hugging your waist, preventing you from sliding off his lap. Yet his eyes stay trained on the computer.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask, ignoring the computer to kiss his neck.

“Just finishing something up,” he sighs as his grip tightens on your hip.

“I was thinking we could go out today to the countryside, drive around and get some fresh air,” you suggest, brushing his hair away from his eyes. His cat ears flicker on the top of his head with the gesture.

“Give me an hour to finish this?” He asks, looking down at you.

“A kiss first,” you say.

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a smile and leans down to press his lips against yours. You pull him closer by the neck, deepening the kiss. You’ve missed him. Now that he doesn’t work at the store, he doesn’t have as much time to spare.

You see each other every day, mainly in the mornings and late at night when he returns from work. You haven’t said anything about the matter giving him time to adjust to his new job and schedule.

“Alright, one hour,” you say, standing from his lap. Before you walk away, you feel a smack to your butt. “Hey!”

“Couldn’t resist,” Yoongi laughs as you rub your butt cheek to soothe the sting.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” you pout, escaping to the bathroom.

Yoongi quickly got ready one hour later, and you both headed off to the countryside. Yoongi drives your car with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh.

“Is it everything you expected it to be?” You ask Yoongi about his job.

“It’s better than I ever thought, Blue. And I have you to thank,” he says, squeezing your thigh.

“I mean, I only cleared up a misunderstanding. You’re doing all the work, Mr. Genius,” you grin.

Everything you’ve heard about Yoongi has been good. As a company member, it makes you happy that he works there, and as his girlfriend, it makes you proud. Everyone can see how amazing he is, and he’s all yours.

“Tell me, what songs have I heard that you’ve worked on,” he asks you.

The day was yours to enjoy, and you did. You needed this time with Yoongi. You had been so used to spending so much time together that you missed him like crazy.

Yoongi needed this too you are his inspiration, after all.

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Yoongi taps his foot on the floor of the elevator. The company’s CEO, aka your dad, called him up to his office. He sounded normal on the phone not mad, so maybe it’s just a catch-up?

Still, his survival instincts tell him he’s in trouble and should run. He shoves them to the back of his head as the elevator dings and opens its doors.

The secretary tells him to go on ahead into the office. Your dad is there, ruffling through paperwork and signing documents.

“Yoongi, you’re here, good!”

“Is everything alright?” Yoongi asks, sitting on the edge of the seat.

“Yes and no,” he says, folding his hands on the desk.

“Oh?” Yoongi simply responds over the knot in his throat.

“Relax, Yoongi, it’s nothing too bad,” the man reassures him,” I really like that track you submitted, as did many of the artists.”

“Really?” Yoongi says with a small smile.

“Yes, the problem is no one has managed to capture it as well as you,” the CEO explains.

“I’m sorry. Should I continue working on it? Submit a new track?” Yoongi’s insecurity causes him to ramble and miss the CEO’s point.

“No, Yoongi. I was actually thinking of you performing them,” he explains.

“But I’m not an artist; I’m a producer.”

“That’s true, but there’s one step more to become an artist, only if you’d like that,” the man says, offering Yoongi what most would believe is a promotion.

“You want me to be an artist?” Yoongi questions, did he hear right?

“Yes, much like Hoseok or Namjoon. You already have this track, and I know you’ve been working on others with those you can create an album,” the man suggests encouragingly. “What do you say?”

“What if people don’t like me?” Yoongi wonders.

“We can do a test, arrange for you to open for Hoseok’s show, and get a feel of the vibe,” your dad says.

“I’ll do it,” Yoongi nods, “Thank you, sir.”

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Depending on who you ask, the CEO’s decision was both good and bad. For Yoongi, it’s a dream come true. After he performed his single in Hoseok’s concert, it was clear that most loved the song and the passion Yoongi brought to the stage. You were in the crowd, cheering him on louder than anyone.

But with great power comes great responsibility. If Yoongi was a workaholic as a producer, he’s even more so as an artist working on his new album. He feels the need to prove a point and create a near-perfect album.

His days and nights are spent at the studio, and whenever he’s not there, he’s also at home working.

You have supported him every step, offering him advice when he asks. You make sure he eats at least two meals a day and sleeps a few hours a day.

As the weeks go by, it’s like your relationship has been on the back burner and is no longer a priority. You let it pass, knowing this is important to Yoongi. He’ll snap out of it soon enough.

As five o’clock comes around one Friday night, you go to Yoongis studio. You both get off work at the same time maybe you could go home together as well. Yoongi has been staying till nearly midnight in the studio this whole week and leaving home stupidly early. The only indication that he slept with you being the kisses on the forehead he gives you when he gets home.

You knock on the door in case he is in a meeting, but his voice lets you know you can go in. He’s slouched in his rolling chair as a beat replays on the speakers.

“You okay, Yoongs?” You ask, having the feeling that he’s not.

“Frustrated,” he says pointedly over the music.

Coming up behind him, you hug him as best you can. He grabs one of your arms around him and kisses the back of your hand.

“Take a break from it,” you say, “Let’s go home. You can come back Monday.”

“I can’t, Blue. I’m so close to finishing it,” Yoongi responds.

That seems to be his usual excuse nowadays ‘it’s almost done,’ and yet it’s not a lie. Yoongi just has a problem with self-control. As soon as he finishes a track, he starts another one.

Taking a more straightforward approach, you push his chair away from the desk, turning him around to face you. “You’re taking a break, Yoongi.”

“I don’t know, Blue,” he says, unconvinced.

“Yoongi, please,” you beg, sitting on his lap, “I need you,” you whisper in his ear.

Those words alone are enough to get Yoongi fired up. Guilt also seeps into his bones as he knows he’s neglected you a little. It’s been nearly two weeks since you’ve last been together, a rare occurrence. At a certain point in you’re relationship, you had sex every day of the week. He comes to the conclusion he has to pleasure you here and now. He can’t leave his Blue like this for another second.

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you close to kiss you. The kiss soon turns frantic with wet tongues and harsh bites. Yoongi’s hand leaves your hip as the other caresses one of your thighs. Slowly it stops at your knee and gently forces it apart to trail his hand under your skirt. He first squeezes the inside of your thigh, eliciting a soft moan from your swollen lips. With his index and middle finger, he presses your center over the thin material of your underwear. Yoongi works his fingers around the area, feeling the wetness seep out of you.

“More,” you sigh over his pink lips. Pulling your panties to the side, he traces your outer lips with his fingers making you needier by the second. A series of begs come out of your mouth, urging him to fuck you with his fingers at least. Light as a feather, he touches your sopping center up and down, toying with your clit. Your hips twitch the slightest bit, pleasing him beyond extremes. He loves to see you struggle.

Dragging his index finger down your folds, he pushes his finger in. He groans into your mouth, forgetting how oh-so-tight you are. “Yes, Yoongi, just like that,” you sensually moan as he moves his finger in and out. Soon he adds another finger, and he feels as if his fingers almost suffocate with how tightly your gripping them. “Fuck Blue, such a tight pussy. Will you be able to take my cock?”

“I can do it, Yoongi,” You whine, laying your head on his shoulder. Yoongi scissors his fingers, stretching you out. He can’t wait to be inside of you. His cock becomes rock hard, straining under his tight jeans at the thought of using your pussy. How could he let so much time pass? He’s an idiot.

“You should cum over my fingers first,” he murmurs, using his thumb to rub her clit in fast circles. It’s his goal to make her cum around his fingers first. Feel her walls pulse and tighten even more.

You squirm on top of him, chasing your release. With a few more thrusts of his curling fingers, you become undone. Your body uncontrollably tenses on top of him, your teeth biting at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, causing him to moan. He hates to admit he likes that more than expected.

“Good girl, Blue,” Yoongi tells her, pulling his fingers out of her and spreading them to see the slickness between them. Your eyes watch as he places his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Fuck,” you moan out at the erotic sight. You need his cock now. Standing from the uncomfortable chair, you undo the zipper of your skirt and let it fall to the ground, along with your shirt. Next goes your bra and panties, which you throw with your foot in his direction. He is quick to catch them and stuff them in his pocket. It might not be the first time he sees you wholly naked, but what a sight you are. Standing as you came into the world in his studio confidently, you have curves in all the right places and perky tits with pink nipples topping them off.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” You say with a wicked grin.

“You’re perfect.” not the first and hopefully not the last time Yoongi grabs his phone and snaps a picture. It doesn’t beat the real deal, but it does get him off whenever you’re not around.

Not wanting to be left behind, Yoongi removes his hoodie and t-shirt in one motion. To tease your needy ass, he takes his time unbuttoning his jeans while keeping his eyes focused on you. You’re biting your lip and playing with one of your nipples as he does. Finally, he eliminates the last layer of clothing, leaving him bare in front of you. You moan at the sight of him. His cock big and thick, a vein running along its length, and his tip almost red. Wetness coats your thighs, your mind plays too many scenarios to comprehend.

Both take rapid steps towards the other and meet in the middle with a searing kiss with tongues twisting together in a dance. You roam your hands over his arms, pecs, and toned stomach. His black tail brushes against your side at the same time. Sneakily you grab his cock in your hands, pumping it a few times. Yoongi gasps, breaking their kiss as you touch his sensitive head, spreading his precum on his length. He leads you to the small leather couch in his office and makes you straddle him. “Are you ready, Blue?” He asks, rubbing his tip back and forth on your slit, getting it wet with your slick.

“Just do it, please,” you beg, touching his shoulders. Yoongi lines his cock with your entrance and slowly pushes you down on him. You feel inch after inch entering you. You missed the feeling of him stretching you out. All you can do is hold onto his strong shoulders and moan.

Yoongi has to concentrate hard on not finishing too soon. The way your warm walls feel around him is excruciatingly good. He takes a moment to compose himself before he begins to slowly and deeply thrust up into you. “That’s it, Blue. Take it all,” he groans.

“Fuck, Yoongi feels so good. I missed you,” you sob into his ear.

The room is humid, with sounds of moans and the slapping of skin. Yoongi picks up the pace, moving your hips to the rhythm he set to fuck harder into you. You bounce on top of him, sweat trailing down your neck and into your chest. Leaning forward, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling repeatedly. He swears he can feel you get wetter as it coats his cock and the top of his thighs.

“You’re driving me insane, Blue.” He’s losing control. There is no way he’s lasting much longer. The closer he gets, the more irregular his thrusts become. With his fingers digging into your hips, he shoots his load inside you as you moan at the sensation of being filled. It warms you up, and with his cock still inside you, you feel full and satisfied. You don’t care at the moment you didn’t get to finish, you relish being this close to Yoongi.

Yoongi lays limp under her for a second, eyes scrunched and teeth biting his lower lip. You spread kisses on his jaw and neck, leaving little marks behind that will fade by morning. His skin is sweaty yet delicious as you lick up the column of his neck. Tugging his lip away from his teeth, you softly kiss him, lips slotting together flawlessly.

Being the gentleman he is, Yoongi unexpectedly gets up, wraps your legs around him, and sits you on his desk. He pulls out of you and observes his seed seeping out of your pink pussy. Kneeling on the floor, he then licks up your slit. You cry out from the sudden pleasure and sink your fingers in his hair, causing him to purr. Locking eyes with you, he pushes his tongue into you, tasting a mix of you and him. He rubs your clit as he licks until you can barely speak.

“O-oh my g-god, kitty,” you mewl, tilting your head back and propping yourself up with a hand before you collapse on the control panel.

The way your body reacts assures Yoongi you’re close. Speeding up his movements, his lips wrap around your clit and suck. Finally, as you climax, he bites down gently on your bundle of nerves amplifying whatever you were feeling before. With toes curled and no control of your body, you push Yoongi away before you pass out from the pleasure.

Coming down from your high, you look at Yoongi and begin laughing, “That was fucking great.”

“I had to make up for lost time,” Yoongi chuckles, standing between your legs and hugging you.

“Let’s go home?” You plead with your eyes.

“Let’s go home, Blue,” he says, playing with a strand of your hair.

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You give your keys to your car to the valet and walk into the fancy restaurant. Your parents had invited you to dinner to catch up, Yoongi was supposed to come but last minute, said he couldn’t because he had a lot going on.

What you hoped was only a phase has become routine. Too many times, Yoongi has canceled on you or stood you up. He sleeps in your apartment but gets home exhausted and barely speaks to you. It’s incredibly frustrating.

You thank the waiter as he pulls your chair out for you and pushes you in. Your parents are already sitting with a glass of wine.

“How are you, honey?” Your mom asks sweetly.

“I’m okay,” you respond, trying to pretend you are okay when in reality, you’re not yourself.

You never wanted to become the girl dependent on her boyfriend. You like to believe you’re not her. Then why is Yoongi’s absence affecting you so much? You’re known at work for your cheery, happy songs, yet all you’ve written for the past few weeks have been sad songs. They are bangers, but not what your artists require.

As soon as you walked in, your mom knew something was off. You’re not carrying yourself as you usually do, your shoulders are slumped, and you’re looking down at the ground as you walk.

“Where’s Yoongi? I thought he was coming.” She asks, immediately knowing the problem.

“He had a lot going on in the studio,” you repeat his excuse, swirling the wine served in your glass.

“I must say he has exceeded all expectations. I expect his album to be a hit,” your dad says excitedly, none the wiser.

“I’m happy to hear that. He’s so worried over it and is overworking himself,” you force a smile, “Just now, Yoongi was saying he was behind on a track.”

“Behind? Yoongi is ahead of schedule. I’ve told him to take a break,” your dad scoffs, looking over the menu.

“What?” You ask, meeting his gaze. All this time, he’s been telling you he’s behind. It’s one of the reasons you haven’t confronted him. You want him to do well, after all.

“At the speed he’s going, we can release his album two months before scheduled,” your dad shrugs.

“Good,” you say dryly.

Immediately after dinner, you rush back into the studio, finding Yoongi still holed up there. You slam the door open, startling him. He looks at you up and down, seeing you all dressed up, beautiful.

“How was dinner?” He asks, turning back around to face the screen. Missing your response, he turns back around, “What’s wrong?”

“Two months ahead? What the fuck, Yoongi?” You yell at him, arms crossed over your chest.

“What are you talking about?” He asks, standing from his chair to come closer to you.

With each step he takes forward, you take one back, “Your album. My dad just told me you’re ahead of schedule.”

“Well, yeah, but there is still so much work to do,” Yoongi responds sincerely as if there’s nothing wrong with his confession.

“I’ve let you do as you pleased, thinking you were still adapting, getting used to the industry, but you’ve been holed up in here, ignoring me because you want to?” You ask him, trying to ignore the knot forming in your throat.

“I haven’t been ignoring you,” he shakes his head, trying to reach out to you.

“Yoongi, when was the last time we went on a date? Hell, the last time we had breakfast together?” You ask him, knowing it’s been far too long.

Yoongi stays silent, confirming your thoughts. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed since he was hired.

“Exactly, I can’t even remember when we had a proper conversation that wasn’t about work,” you say, frowning. You tried to ignore all the red flags but no more. This isn’t good for you or him.

“Blue, you don’t understand,” he begins saying.

“What the fuck did you just say?” You yell as your fists clench at your sides, “Min Yoongi, I’ve been working here for far longer than you have, and I have never once made you a second priority. I’ve always made time for you and checked up on you. My life is not my job; it’s only part of it. I understand this is your dream, and I want it for you so badly, Yoongi. I’ve been rooting for you all this time, and I still am. But I didn’t know that in achieving your dream, you would give me up. I want you to succeed, and I want to be by your side when you do. I want to be there for you in your new life, in your ups and downs. I want to be a part of us. But if you can’t commit to me, if you don’t let me be there for you, then what are we even doing?” Your eyes are welled with tears when you finish speaking. You refuse to let them fall.

You stand there vulnerable, letting Yoongi into your thoughts, and all he says is, “This is what I’ve always wanted, Blue.”

This. Not Us. Yoongi doesn’t want you that much is clear.

You don’t have any more fight in you. You’re tired of waiting on him. If he doesn’t want you, why stay?

“If you let me walk out, I’m not coming back.”

You turn around, walking toward the door. Yoongi stays quiet through it all. He thinks this is for the best. You are right, he’s been neglecting you. It’s not fair for either of you. He hates seeing you go, he loves you with all he has, but this is his one chance. The only opportunity to make everything right.

You beg for him in your head to call out your name. All you want is for Yoongi to stop you and make you stay. You could go home together and forget all of this happened. It’s Yoongi’s choice, and he chose to see you close the door behind you.

To think tomorrow was your first anniversary.

END OF PART 1

PART 2 COMING SOON

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Prince ! Jungkook × reader

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Your heart was beating at an incredibly fast rate. You were so excited to finally come home after such a long time. 

You were a maid in the castle, and abiding by the rules ,you were only allowed to visit your family once an year.

You were the primary breadwinner of the family with your father was too old to find work and your mother who had always been a housewife. And you were definitely not going to let your younger siblings go to work instead of school.

Since you sent all the money you earned to your parents, you couldn't afford a carriage and had to go travel by foot. 

You always sent all of your earnings to your parents.The castle provided food and clothing and to you ,that was enough to live by .Your family needed it more than you did anyways.

Which is why you couldn't afford any carriage ride for the journey and hence ,had to travel by foot.

It was a long and tiresome journey , but seeing your parent's faces at the doorstep made it all worth it.

Everyone in the house treated you like royalty. Your sister gave you a  massage and your younger brother was sitting in your lap feeding you grapes. Meanwhile your mom was in the kitchen preparing a feast while your dad had gone outside to buy your favourite cake. 

You wished you could stop time and spend a few more days here but sadly, you were only allowed to leave the palace for two days and one night, meaning you had to leave as soon as the morning came. 

Everyone was sitting in the living room, listening to you talk about your daily life in the palace.

Your stories were all about Prince Jungkook, the youngest prince of the royal family. 

The prince was a spoiled brat when you first came to work at the palace. It was as if a five year old was inside the body of a twenty two year old.However with time, he became more polite and mature. 

He befriended you as you were the only one closest to his age in the palace and grew fond of you very quickly.

He made you his personal maid, which you were very grateful for because that position meant an increase in your income. 

You were in the midst of telling your family about one of Jungkook's pranks on his elder brothers, when loud knocks were heard on the door. The person outside seemed to be very impatient. 

Your father opened the door and you recognized one of the palace guards bursting into your house and frantically looking over the room before spotting you. 

"Maiden Y/N! Please come quickly! The king has requested for your presence. Prince Jungkook is incredibly angry and won't calm down until you are there!" 

You quickly got onto one of the palace horses after saying quick goodbyes and apologies to your family and got to the palace quicker than when you came home. 

You rushed into the throne room where the king, the queen and all of the palace staff were watching Prince Jungkook in horror. 

The young prince had damaged the walls, the chairs,tables,decoration pieces, ornaments; you name it. The exquisite room was turned upside down. Currently the young prince was smashing all the vases present with his sword. You were surprised at that sight. You had never seen the young prince like this before.

The king spotted you and sighed in relief as he shouted to calm his son down. "Jungkook! Maiden Y/N is here" 

He stopped destroying the vases , but the look of anger and frustration was still visible in his eyes. He huffed before striding over to you, holding you by the arms with a strong grip,throwing his sword to the side. 

"Where the hell were you?! Why did you leave me? Do you know how worried I was? Do you know what they fed me! These maids and guards can't do anything right! You are supposed to do my things, not others!" He yelled loudly.

You were so frightened that tears started coming out of your eyes. 

" Your Majesty, I went back home. I'm allowed to go home once a year so I-"

You couldn't even finish because you were so afraid and scared at his sudden outburst. 

" Alright, because this is the first time, I'll let you go. But you are not allowed to leave the palace grounds now"

Tears welled up in your eyes. Why can you not meet your family even once a year?

"Guards! Go to her house and kill the family members." 

"NO!" You shouted in agony. 

You got on your knees. "Please your majesty, spare them it was not their fault. If you kill my family, for whom will I work? Please, please kill me instead. It was my mistake. I'm really sorry. Please spare them." You cried and cried. 

Jungkook's eyes widened as he realised.

You would quit if your family is no longer here.

You would leave then.

Leave him.

He couldn't let you go. 

Ever.

" Yes, you are right.It is your fault, maiden. Henceforth you should receive the  punishment, not your family"

He grabbed your hands and pulled you into his room. 

You dropped at your knees before the man. "I beg your forgiveness, your Highness. And I'm very grateful to you for sparing my family. I accept any punishment your Highness gives me. " 

He pulled you up. "Your punishment is that you shall be my wife and birth our children." He says with a creepy smile on his face. 

He forcefully inserts a ring down your ring finger. 

"There. I will inform father of our engagement and we will be wed within the week." 

"Your Highness, this is outrageous! No one will accept me as your-" 

"They will. They have to. Or I will make them." He interrupted you. 

You were uneducated, but not stupid. And you knew what he meant behind those words. 

He would kill anyone who gets in his way. 

His serious face was replaced with a cute smile.It almost felt as if the old Prince Jungkook had returned. 

"Now let's retire to bed. I can't wait to make love to my fiance." He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him, and you tried hard to not resist his touch because of the fear of him hurting your family  was instilled in you. 

The entire night was spent with you screaming and wailing in pain, begging for him to stop as he forced himself onto you.

And when the morning came, you had accepted your fate. 

You were trapped with this monster forever. 

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“Are you really not going to complain even once?”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s a little handyman Min helping reader/Kid with some simple home improvement projects. He’s super sweet and adorable about it and she’s annoying but he’s endeared. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

p.s. Happy birthday to our favorite honey boy! It’s Yoongi day!!! 

Observing your boyfriend from the bathroom doorway, you smirked at the little grunts that echoed through the room. Every twist of his wrench was accompanied by a low grumble from Yoongi’s throat. If he wasn’t fixing your sink out of the goodness of his heart, his undying love for you, and your complete inability to do it yourself, you’d tease him for being a grandpa.

When he arrived at your apartment fifteen minutes earlier, you had ambushed him with the home improvement project. He left a sweet kiss on your cheek as he entered your living room, immediately pulling his eyebrows together when you flashed him a pout. “What?”

“My bathroom sink is leaking,” you sighed.

The man glanced toward the bathroom in thought, a small pout taking over his own mouth. It just naturally did that. “Are the tools I left for you still in the hall closet?”

“If that’s where you left them,” you smirked, drawing your boyfriend’s attention back to you. He gave you a gummy smile and a slight shoulder shake as he laughed silently.

“You mean you haven’t touched them?” He asked, widening his eyes in feigned shock.

“Oh sure I have, I’m always fixing things around here,” you joked, nodding your head in exaggeration. “The… fridge,” you started listing, nearly laughing at the way Yoongi’s jaw dropped open slightly as he played along. “The window-”

“The window?” He asked in surprise and amusement.

“The…” you glanced down at the hardwood, “floorboards.”

“Wow, now that’s impressive,” he teased you, already leaving you to go get the tools you definitely had not touched since he brought them over with the justification of, just in case you need them.

“I know it is!” You shouted down the hall at him.

“You just didn’t fix the sink,” he pointed out, looking back toward the living room at you to find you standing with a stumped smirk. “Too busy patching up the floorboards.”

“I had to leave something for you,” you shrugged. “I’m charitable.”

Nodding and chuckling at you, he raised the tools so you could see them. “They’re dusty, by the way,” he noted, teasing you further. “Thanks for leaving the sink, you know how I love a plumbing project.” The sarcasm was thick but so was the fondness as he spoke.

“I know you do, I know this about you,” you continued joking as he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you smiling like an idiot as your chest felt warm with affection.

Now, here you were watching him finish up the task you stuck him with, still cozy with that same sweet affection. “I should have made you cookies or something,” you suddenly realized. “Or some fresh squeezed lemonade,” you added with a saccharine and very bad southern accent. Yoongi looked up at you with a small smile, shaking his head at your antics.

“You mean to tell me there are no cookies?” He teased, making you frown playfully in response. With a huff, he dropped the wrench to the floor and leaned back on his hands, pretending to go on strike. “I would quit right now but,” he shrugged, “it’s done.”

“Oh my god, really?” You gasped in excitement at your essentially new sink. Rushing over, you turned it on and peered underneath, your face level with his, as you watched the pipes. “Look at that, not a leak in sight,” you awed, facing Yoongi and smiling at his pretty features as he watched you. “Thank you.”

He simply shrugged, brushing you off. Leaning toward him, you hovered over his lips, watching as Yoongi’s mouth quirked upward slightly, unable to hold the small smile back. He was the one who closed the gap, pushing himself forward just enough to catch your lips in a sweet kiss, your hand meeting the side of his face as you brushed his hair behind his ear and your lips continued to move against his appreciatively.

When you pulled away, the man’s eyelids fluttered open slowly, his eyelashes looking long and delicate, and so very pretty.

“Would you mind doing one more thing for me?” You asked tentatively, a guilty grin on your face. He gave you a soft close-mouthed smile with a single nod, letting you know it was no big deal. “My towel rack keeps falling off every time I pull the towel off.”

“The screw probably just needs to be tightened,” he guessed, his voice turning into a bit of a grunt as he lifted his body off the ground. Again, you thought about teasing him for his old man antics, but thought better of it.

He tugged on the pole, the bar coming off in his hand, making another adorable pout fall on his lips. So cute, you thought. Pushing the towel rack back onto its hinges, he sat underneath it and turned his screwdriver into- something- a few times. The whole thing took him about thirty seconds, and when he tugged on the rack again, it stayed attached to the wall.

“That’s it?” You asked in surprise, Yoongi flashing you a gummy smile.

“I’m just a pro, it would be tougher than that for a less skilled person,” he playfully gloated, making you roll your eyes as you beamed at him.

“Well, Mr. Handyman Min, my shower is also draining really slow,” you challenged him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t have a drain snake,” he suddenly snapped into true handyman mode, looking at the shower thoughtfully. “But I have one at the dorm. Do you have some drano for now? I can bring the drain next time I come over.”

Staring at him in thought as you squinted your eyes, a smile lifted on the man’s mouth. “I don’t know, do I have drano?” You asked, fighting back a giggle at yourself.

“I left some for you,” he nodded down the hallway. “Under the kitchen sink.”

“I knew that,” you quickly recovered, hurrying to the kitchen and opening the cabinet doors to search through the cleaning supplies. The surface cleaners and glass solutions were used often, but anything to do with plumbing was a mystery to you. Finally finding the bottle, you rushed back to the bathroom, holding it up in victory. “I told you I had drano.”

Scoffing at you, he took the bottle from you with a small, “thanks, Kid.”

Once again, the process of using the drano took about thirty seconds, making you feel silly for never trying to fix these before handing the chores off to him. “I would do these things myself if it didn’t take you a total of thirty seconds,” you smiled softly. Yoongi grinned back, shaking his head to brush you off yet again. “Work smarter, not harder,” you added jokingly, earning a chuckle from the man as he nodded in agreement.

Standing up straight and turning to face you, the man stared at you from across the room in anticipation. You stared back, pulling a look of confusion. “What?”

“What’s next?” he shrugged. If he wasn’t Yoongi, you’d think he was being sassy about all the projects. But he was Yoongi, and you knew he was just genuinely asking if there was anything else he could do for you. He loved this shit. He loved being able to take care of you through these small acts of service. And therein was the true reason you never looked into tightening the towel rack yourself. Why would you want to rob him of the opportunity to look after you? And why would you want to rob yourself of the privilege of being looked after by him? You loved this shit too. And when he would eventually come over with a drain snake in hand, you’d greet him with a batch of cookies, just to further the bit, but also to say thank you.

“My closet door is squeaky,” you told him, feeling your chest warm up once again as he started toward your bedroom. As he walked by you, he stalled, holding out the bottle of drano.

“Can you put this back for me, Kid?” He asked, a gummy smile planted on his face as you nodded.

“Of course, Handyman Min,” you teased, taking the bottle. Before he walked away, however, he pressed his lips against your forehead gently, the touch lingering as he took his time. Your eyes fell closed at the touch, appreciating the feeling of his affection. When he pulled away, his body was shuffling down the hallway to your bedroom before you even opened your eyes.

Glancing after him, you watched as he disappeared into the room, and only then did you realize you were hugging the bottle of drano against your chest like a lovestruck idiot. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you dropped the product to your side and trudged toward the kitchen, however, stopping yourself when you got to the bedroom.

Leaning against your door frame, you watched as he inspected the door, opening and closing it to figure out where the squeaks were coming from. “Are you really not going to complain even once?” You suddenly questioned him, Yoongi’s attention snapping towards you. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly ajar as he waited for you to elaborate.

“What’s there to complain about?” He simply asked in response, making you smile at him from across the room as you shook your head.

“Yoongi,” you said, as though the answer was obvious. Because it was. He had been stuck with household projects since he arrived at your place.

“The better question is, why haven’t you called me a grandpa even once?” He countered, a gummy smile curving on his lips as your grin widened into an amused beam.

“I held myself back!” You informed him. “I didn’t want to insult you as you were saving me and my entire apartment.”

“You’re so dramatic,” he spoke quietly through a breathy clicky chuckle. “I made my last grunt intentional just for you.”

Gasping, you then tsked at him, shaking your head. “You’re such a tease.” His shoulders shook in silent laughter as he looked back at the door and opened it a bit wider to hear the squeak one more time. “Do you really not mind all this?”

“What?” He asked, looking at you in genuine confusion for a moment. You nodded at the door and held up the bottle of drano to emphasize the meaning of your question. “No,” he shook his head, the answer simple and sincere. “It’s no big deal.”

“Ok,” you spoke quietly through a small smitten smile, nodding your head. “Good, because let’s be honest,” you started, Yoongi’s eyebrows lifting in curiosity and anticipation for a sassy or ridiculous comment. “I’m doing most of the work.” Yoongi’s eyebrows lifted even higher as he waited for your explanation. “Supervising is so hard,” you playfully whined, Yoongi instantly chuckling at you.

“It is, I believe you,” he flashed a feigned pout at you. Smiling at him, he returned the expression, a genuine moment of gratitude and care passing between the both of you. “My hardworking girl,” he whispered, breaking eye contact for a moment as he looked to the ground shyly, still wearing that smitten adoring gummy grin.

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Until You’re Shaking - Kim Taehyung

W/C: 2.7K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I never knew you were such a dirty girl / boy.” + “I swear to the goddesses i won’t stop until you’re shaking.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, somnophilia (consensual), touching while reader is asleep, light nipple touching, clit stimulation, clit sucking, oral (female receiving), light hair pulling, fingering, cum tasting(?), multiple orgasms, nicknames, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), slight overstimulation, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

Taehyung lets out a groan as he slowly woke up and stretches slowly, the room was dark from the curtains being drawn, but he could see light coming from it and knew it must have been morning, he turns onto his back and picks up his phone to check the time, quickly seeing it was almost afternoon.

“It’s worth it,” He mutters as he puts his phone back down and turns onto his side to look at you, you had somehow ended up sleeping on your back and the covers had shifted down just below your chest. He lets his eyes roam over your face, taking in how peaceful you look while you were asleep before his eyes slowly begin ascending towards your chest, watching as it slowly rose before falling, he reaches over and presses the back of his fingers against your jaw and slowly glides his hand lower, over your neck and collarbone before moving along your chest and over your breast, he turns his hand over and runs the pad of his fingers over the spot where he knew your nipples were.

He knew your body like he knew the back of his hand by now, he had it memorised by now, and every time he sees you in front of him naked, he falls in love with you all over again and falls even deeper into you when he finds more parts of your body he can kiss and caress. His finger circles around the bud, watching and feeling as it hardens and stands through the shirt, his shirt that you had worn to bed the night before, he takes in a deep breath as he feels something stirring inside him.

“You have just no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” He mutters. He could see your breathing was slowly deepening the longer he circled his thumb over your nipple. “You, alone, watching you, thinking of you, turns me on too much and all I want to do is make you feel good,” Your body was slowly reacting to what his finger was doing. “You’re always so beautiful and hot…” His hand slowly travels down, moving underneath the covers before cupping your mound and pushing his fingers against your clit. “Sometimes I wonder how I can hold myself back from devouring you with kisses,” He gently presses his finger against your clit before slowly rubbing it.

He could feel blood rushing towards his cock as it hardens, your chest was rising and falling faster as your breathing became heavier, he adds a finger and gently massages the nub, your hips gently jerk at the feeling and a soft moan soon falls from your lips, your head moves against the pillow as your body was responding to him.

“Let me taste,” He mutters and pulls his fingers away, he moves underneath the covers, carefully pushing your legs apart and settling between them, one hand grips your thigh as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. “Fuck, I can smell you already,” His nose presses against your panties before he licks a stripe along your panties. “Hmm, so good already,” He uses his fingers from his other hand to spread your folds, pushing your panties against your clit before pressing his tongue against your clit.

“Taehyung!” You gasp as you wake up. You lift the covers and find him between your legs, his hair messy and his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark with lust. “Fuck,” His tongue swirls over your clit through the fabric again, and you could feel your insides tightening as a slow orgasm was building. His hand grasps your thigh tighter, his fingers digging into the flesh. “I never knew you were such a dirty boy,” You reach down with one hand and grip onto his hair, the covers dropping as you do. You gasp as you feel his lips wrapping around your clit through your panties, and he gently sucks on the nub. “Oh, oh, fu-fuck, Tae…” Your lids flutter as you feel tingles going up your spine. You could feel your panties becoming wetting from not just your juices but his saliva also. “Tae… Oh, my… T-Tae,” His hand caressed your thigh as he held onto it, keeping you from pulling away, not that you were going to.

You could feel his nose brushing against your inner thigh as he turned his head to try and get a better angle of your clit, and fuck, just feeling his hot breath against your skin, especially there, was making your mind spin. You gently tug at his hair and your hips lift slightly, needing more of the feeling he was giving you.

“Mo-more,” You mumble. Your skin felt on fire, and you were starting to sweat from how hot the room was and how it was becoming between your legs. “I need more,” You feel his mouth disappear from your clit and moments later you feel his tongue gliding along your folds before stopping once he reached the crease of your inner thighs.

“I swear to the goddesses, I won’t stop until you’re shaking,” He mutters as he pushes your panties aside. His hot breath hitting your clit causes your back to arch for a few seconds, his nose brushes against your mound before you felt his lips wrap around your clit.

“OH!” You loudly moan, your eyes shut at the sensation that goes through you like lightning. “Oh, my fucking…” You could feel the tip of his tongue pressing against your clit as he sucks on it. “Gosh, Tae-Taehyung…” Your thighs push against the side of his head, and you feel his hand on your thigh sliding higher to grip the crease of your hip. “O-oh,” You feel his fingers slipping against your entrance and press against it, a faint squelch sound reaches your ears. “Oh, fuck,” You were certain it wouldn’t take long for him to uphold his promise about having you shake with pleasure. “Fuck,” His fingers massage against your entrance, threatening to slip in every few times as he pressed down.

“Hmm, hmm,” He hums against your clit, your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fall shut in pleasure. The vibrations from the humming were reaching deep inside you and causing the tension to build more and more, and you swear it was close to snapping. “Hmm,” Your toes curl, and you bend one leg to press your heel into his shoulder.

“Tae…” You gasp out. Your upper body turns sideways as you felt your high getting closer and closer. “Oh… my…” His fingers slowly push into you, stretching your walls and stimulating them. “Fucking… Tae,” You probably sounded so desperate for him, but you didn’t care. His fingers curl inside you, and you feel how close they were to pressing into your sweet spot. “Fu- fuck,” You could see specs of dust floating behind your lids, your mind was overflowing with pleasure. His fingers turn inside you and your back arches as your upper body falls flat against the mattress. “TAE!”

“Hmm-mmh,” He hums once more. You almost sit upright at the pleasure that shoots up your spine, his fingers were brushing against your sweet spot, and you could feel your high approaching quickly.

“Oh, my, oh, my…” You chant out. The specs of dust behind your lids quickly turning into stars, and you could feel your entire body starting to tense up. “Oh, fuck… oh, go—OH!” Your head presses hard into the pillow as a sudden bolt of pleasure spreads through you, your mind slips into the clouds as it feels like your body had started to float. “OH, OH, FUCK, TAEHYUNG!” His fingers massage your walls as you release around them, while he continues to suck your clit, easing you through your high. “FUCKING GOSH!” Your other hand reaches up to grip onto the pillows to try and ground yourself. You feel the covers being pushed off your lower half and a sudden rush of cold air blows against your hot sweaty skin. “Fuck, Tae, Tae, Tae,” Your grip on his hair loosens, and you bring your hand to your own hair. “Shit…”

You slowly come down from your high, your breathing was hard, and you could feel your muscles feeling like jelly as they buzzed from the orgasm you had, you knew it wasn’t over, and he would try for another round until you were literally shaking for him. You slowly open your eyes as you felt his lips peppering soft kisses on the crease of your hip, his hand that had gripped onto you now rested only rips after he had ripped the covers off. His eyes were still dark with lust, and his hair was even messier than before.

“How are you feeling?” He mumbles. “And good morning,” You lick your lips, almost wanting to laugh. “How did you sleep?” His fingers were gently tracing over your skin, your walls pulsed, and you quickly felt his other fingers were still inside you and that your leg had been lifted off from him and was layer on the bed now.

“What a good morning,” You breathe out. “I slept okay, I had a dream when I was waking up…” He hums, and you could see a smirk starting to pull at his lips. “But when I woke up, it wasn’t a dream, it was much better than the dream… and it felt good, it felt really good…” He nods and kisses his way towards your belly button before lifting his head once he couldn’t touch your skin anymore and hovers over you.

“It felt good?” He mutters. His hand on your ribs move to press into the mattress to keep himself just above you. “It felt good hearing you moan my name in pleasure,” He dips his head lower. “But you’re not shaking yet, are you?”

“I’m close…” You whisper, staring into his eyes. Your legs twitch as you feel his fingers wiggle inside you, just that slight movement had caused your insides to start tightening again. His face was inches from yours, and you could practically smell yourself on his lips.

“I want to be inside you when you shake,” He whispers before pushing his lips against yours, your eyes shut as you could taste yourself on his lips and reach up to run your fingers through the back of his hair before tangling your fingers in them. His palm presses against your clit, and you feel his fingers begin to move inside you again.

“Hmm,” You moan into his mouth. You lift your leg and wrap it around his waist, pressing your heel into his lower back. “Hmm,” His fingers slip deeper into you and your back arches as you feel them reach your sweet spot. “OHH!” He breaks the kiss just as you let out a loud moan, your walls pulse, and it felt like your clit had gained a heartbeat as he rubbed his palm against the nub. “Tae… Tae…”

“It feels like you’re shaking beneath me already,” He says. His lips press against your jaw, and he kisses down, pausing at your neck to leave several kisses behind on it. “Are you going to be my good girl?” His tone was low, and it was right beside your ear, a shiver runs through you at the feeling of his hot breath fanning against your ear.

“Taaaeeeeee,” You whine. Your high was building faster than your first one, your muscles felt shaky already. “Fucking shit,” You turn your head to the side, giving more space and access to your neck, your other hand wraps underneath his arm, and you place your hand flat against his back before sliding your hand up and grabbing onto the back of his shoulder. “Oh… Ohhh, hmm uhh,” Your toes curl, and you feel your hips lift off the bed, his palm presses harder against your clit as his fingers massage your sweet spot. “FUCKING GO- TAE!” Before you could prepare yourself, your high crashes into you and you come undone.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” He mutters as he leaves another kiss behind on your neck. “Make a big mess for me,” It felt like your entire body was shaking uncontrollably beneath him, and he could feel it, he absolutely loved having you shake from pleasure. “Give me a few seconds,” You let out a whine as you feel him pull his fingers from you, your hands tighten around him when you feel him starting to pull away, only for him to pause.

“Tae, fuck, don’t pull away,” You mutter, completely lost in the pleasure you were feeling. “OH!” You didn’t even feel him push his boxers down, but you sure did feel when his cock pushed past your folds and pushed against your entrance.

“You’re so wet…” He groans before slowly pushing the tip of his cock into you. Your lips part and you take in an inaudible gasp as he slowly fills and stretches your walls. “Oh my fucking fuck,” You could hear grunts and groans from him as your walls practically swallowed him in.

“Tae, fuck, I’m…” Your words get caught off as you gasp, you could already feel another high building, and it would take long before it would crash into you. “Tae… fuck, Tae…” Your walls pulsed around him, and you hear him groan before his head moves between the crook of your neck again.

“You feel so good…” He groans into your neck. “Fuck, how am I supposed to last when you feel like this?” He slowly lifts his hips, and you feel your walls pulsing at the stimulation, your grip on his shoulder was slipping from the sweat, you could feel the shirt you wore sticking to your skin.

“TAAAEEEE,” You whine as another high crash into you, you weren’t sure how much your body could take as he was slowly rocking his hips into yours, easing you through your high while slowly building up to his own. Your mind was filled with the pleasure you were feeling, and your body felt like it hadn’t stopped floating since your second high hit. “Tae… fucking, Tae…” You manage to lift your other leg and also wrap it around his waist, making him groan as he feels the shift around his cock.

“Fuck, you, it, everything… feels so good,” He groans. Your walls felt sensitive, and you could already feel another orgasm building inside you, the heartbeat inside your clit was beating erratically, and fuck, your body felt absolutely on fire, especially the places he was touching you. “Fuck, you’re milking me…”

“F-fuck, Tae…” You gasp. You could feel his hips slowly speeding up, the stimulation to your walls was making your mind spin even more, and the stars behind your lids exploded. “TAE!” You hold onto him, it felt like everything of yours was shaking as your high was approaching with a rate of not, before you knew it, your mind fell blank from the pleasure and for a moment you thought you had blacked out.

“Fuck, fuck, you feel… fuck, taking me so good…” He grunts above you, you feel him grab onto your hand and squeeze it before feeling his hips rut into yours before stopping. “Fuck, oh, fuck yes,” You felt his muscles twitch as he pressed his stomach against yours, and his cum spills into you as he breathes heavily into your ear, your body was buzzing from the pleasure you had been put through, and it felt like you had no energy left at all. “So good, and all mine,” You feel his grip on your hand tighten before you felt his other arm slip underneath you, and pulls you on top of him as he rolls over, keeping his cock inside you. Both of you breathe hard as you take a moment to let everything sink and cool down. “Are you alright?”

“Hmm,” You hum, trying to search for some energy to properly answer him. Because you were alright more than alright. “I… hmm,” He chuckles and gently rubs his hand up and down along your back.

“Did I go overboard?” He asks. “I feel like I did since you can barely answer me,” This time it was you who chuckles, but he could hear how lazy it sounded when you did. “I should make us some tea…”

“It was good,” You whisper. “Maybe a little overboard, but it was you,” He smiles up at you and lifts his head to gently kiss your forehead, you turn your head and quickly make yourself comfortable on top of him, and with his heartbeat right in your ear, it was a perfect lullaby to lull you back to sleep.

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[sxtaep]

TORN VEIL - JJK

↬ getting married at five months pregnant probably wasn’t the best idea you had, and as expected; one minor setback and you felt like everything was falling apart.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 1.8k

warnings/tags — married!au, softdom!jk, sub!reader, reader is pregnant, crying, very domestic, cute pet names, jungkook is a simp, lots of sweet talk, mood swings, explicit smut, titties, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), penetrative sex, fucking whilst reader is pregnant (it’s safe guys don’t worry), a little dirty talk, overall quite soft :( <3

a/n: i have never been so APPALLED by my work in my life, but it’s been a while since i posted so here you go ☝️☹️

You were stuck in your bridal suite alone, makeup and hair all done up and intending to change into your creme gown for the reception, but you were sat there crying in your wedding dress. At this point, you didn’t care about ruining your makeup, or staining your fine mesh dress.

You’d torn your veil a couple minutes before the ceremony, so you had to walk down the aisle wearing a ripped veil, and that seemed to just push you to break down into tears the moment you were alone.

It was the only thing you could control. You had to press pause on your dream wedding dress since your baby bump would’ve restricted you from wearing anything that could potentially harm the baby. And heels; you could barely walk in your flats, there was no way you could handle walking down the aisle in heels.

Your first call for help was Jungkook, and without a second thought, he was there, his heart swelling at the sight of you in your gown. He’d already seen you in the dress but every time his eyes landed on you, it’d be like the first time all over again.

You looked absolutely stunning, he just needed a moment to drink it all in, but it didn’t take too long for him to notice you crying.

“Baby, why the tears?” he pouts, immediately kneeling beside you as you looked down at your dampening dress, sniffling and avoiding his eyes.

Jungkook sets his index finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, “Look up, my love. Tell me what happened.”

“My veil tore,” your voice breaks, reaching over to grab the hem of your mesh veil, showing him the hole that had been created where the material got caught in a splinter of wood. “And it ruined the whole ceremony,” you sob, removing the veil from your head and setting it aside.

Jungkook couldn’t even begin to explain how wrong you were. You looked like an absolute Goddess, an angel he was lucky enough to have been graced with.

The love of his life.

Seeing you cry on such a special day left his heart wrenching, and he vowed to make you see exactly what he saw in you.

And if that took the whole day, then so be it.

“Y/N,” he starts, gently taking your hands in his and urging you stand up with him, and you did, simply having no strength to refuse.

“You, my love, are the most beautiful woman to have ever stepped foot on this planet, and I will keep saying that to you over and over again,” Jungkook says softly, guiding you to stand in front of the body-length mirror which you had no intention to look at.

“Eyes up front,” he suddenly says, his voice having dropped several octaves from earlier on and that certainly woke you up, forcing you to look straight ahead at your reflection; your nose had turned slightly red from all the sniffling and your tear-stained cheeks had caused your makeup to become a little patchy, but that was the least of your worries.

Jungkook was stood directly behind you, his fingers softly tracing up and down the skin of your bare arms, knowing it would soothe you.

He leans down to place a tender kiss in crook of your neck, his eyes trailing up to meet your reflection. “Look at yourself and tell me you’re not the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your eyes narrow in on your body, and you shook your head, “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

Jungkook sighs, pulling his head away from your neck and settling his hands on your hips, “Y/N, you could rock up to the reception in a bin bag and I’ll still think you’re the most beautiful being in the world.”

Your lips form a pout and you shake your head again, refusing to accept any of his sweet talk and nudging him away from you. You inhale sharply and lightly dab your fingers under your eyes, absorbing the tears threatening to fall. “It doesn’t help the fact that I’m pregnant and couldn’t even fit into my wedding dress,” you mumble, reaching your hand behind your back to pull down the awfully tight zipper of your dress.

“Pregnant or not, you’re the woman of my dreams,”he fires back at you, but you weren’t listening, struggling to pull the zip down your back and Jungkook arches a brow. “You need some help?”

Having a baby bump wasn’t doing you any justice. You got out of breath quicker and eventually gave up trying to pull the zip down, and your husband chuckles softly, reaching out for the zipper and seamlessly pulling it down your spine slowly so as to not cause any damages to your dress.

You opted to go braless for the day, just to make it a little easier to fit into your dress and accentuate the upper half of your body, assisting the ‘plunge’ of your dress.

The amount of tears in your eyes would lessen and soon you stopped crying, deciding you’d be wasting your time dwelling on a silly veil that you’d only wear once in your life.

The dress had loosened around your curves, giving you enough room to breath and you didn’t even notice your body rocking against Jungkook, head falling back over his shoulder as you let out a relaxed sigh and he was quick to snake his hand over your waist, gently resting on your pelvis.

“You can’t fall asleep on me, love, we have a reception to attend to,” he whispers, pulling the strap of your dress down your shoulders to give you a little more breathing room.

Jungkook looked straight into the mirror, watching the front of your dress slowly detach itself from your body, revealing your swelling tits that sat perfectly on its own and Jungkook swore he felt himself growing hard behind you, and it did not go unnoticed.

The fact that your dress was falling off your body was the least of your concerns, not when Jungkook’s boner was pressed against the small of your back, making you smile. You open your eyes and look up at your husband, who was clenching his jaw in a bid to control himself.

“What’s wrong, Kook?” You were quite obviously messing with him, knowing exactly what the issue was and Jungkook hated how easily you could switch up, especially whilst you were pregnant.

“Nothing, come on, let’s get you into the other dress,” he says dismissively, about to turn away from you, but you grab his hands, forcing him to glue his palms over the soft flesh of your tits whilst he stood behind you, pressing a little too hard against your backside.

Jungkook had to resist the urge to groan, the gears in his wrist moving on their own as he grasped onto your tits, kneading them between his palms as he inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla in your hair, the scent itself fogging his mind.

Your breathing had quickened in the span of two minutes and your wedding dress had pooled at your ankles leaving you bare, with nothing but a simple lace garter adorning your left thigh, which caught your husbands eye.

“I don’t see the point of the garter,” he mumbles, nibbling at your neck, “You’re not exactly the purest of them all, are you?” he questions, indirecting your hormonal tendencies. The pad of his fingers would brush over your sensitive nipples, hardening under his touch as he groaned to himself.

“But you look like an angel,” he whispers breathlessly, trailing his hands over the surface of your baby bump, rubbing small circles over your skin. “And I know our little angel will look exactly like her mother.. isn’t that right, my love?”

You nod rapidly, his hands moving a little too fast, already making home between your legs to catch a feel of your soiled panties.

“Already so wet, huh?” Jungkook shifts your white lace panties to the side to coat his fingers in your slick, gently smearing the substance over your sensitive pussy as you tried your hardest to stop your legs from shuddering.

Your pregnancy introduced you to a whole lot of different pheromones and emotions, one of them being; horny at the most unprecedented times. You were lucky to have a husband like Jungkook, who’d literally drop whatever he was doing to tend to your needs, whether it be a short, sweet fuck with his tongue or a soft and subtle fuck with his fingers.

With the way you were feeling right now, neither of the two would be enough.

You needed something more.

“—Want your cock, Kook…” you whine, and Jungkook didn’t know what was beating harder; his heart or his dick.

Fucking in a bridal suite seemed unconventional, but your husband knew never to keep a pregnant woman waiting, so he retracted his hands from between your legs to quickly undo the expensive belt keeping his black dress pants intact.

“You sure you can take it?” Jungkook was concerned about you and the baby, but the doctor did say that sex would heal any problems you were facing during your pregnancy, ranging from contractions, mood swings and more.

You knew your body well more than anyone, so when the bulging tip of his cock would press against your sopping wet cunt, you’d immediately push back onto him, allowing his cock to slip into you with some struggle, but Jungkook was quick to take initiative and carefully steady the base of his cock further into you, eliciting a sharp gasp to fall from your lips.

Your hormones were at an all time high, so Jungkook moving only the slightest would erupt a wave of pleasure over your body.

Jungkook was being cautious with his thrusts, taking his time to fit the expanse of his thick cock within your tight walls and feeling you clench around him uncontrollably. With how hard you were gripping around him, you could’ve easily forced him to cum right then and there, but he held himself back.

“Shit, I knocked you up and you’re still so fucking tight?” he seethes, pressuring his hips to pick up the pace, yet being as gentle as possible to not hurt you or the precious baby sitting in your womb.

Your back was leaning against his firm chest, hands gripping his wrists for stability as your body grew limp in his hold.

It’d been so long since you felt him inside you; so raw and intimate, even Jungkook was basking in the swell of your cunt, thrusting himself in and out of you and muttering a string of curses under his breath so as to not attract any attention from anyone outside of the suite.

“My pretty wife always has time for cock, doesn’t she?” he taunts you, looking down at your fucked state; cheeks flushed red and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“M— more, Koo.. I can take it.”

God, you were so fucking cute all high and horny, Jungkook couldn’t deny you of your wants.

“I’ll give you everything and more, angel.”

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[ruerecs]

𝑗𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠 𝑖𝑖.

almonds

heated

selfie

favor

by @whatifyoulivelikethat

morning after

rock god

by @venusjeon

primrose by @jeonjcngkook

cute when youre mad by @koofete

cherry flavored by @jjksblackgf

two for the show by @ki-yomii

kiss me better by @jaykaysthicthighs

hurts so good

roomates

by @jjkeverlast

eat me by @7deadlysinsfics

please dont go by @httpjungkookcom

pretty hallucinations by @joheunsaram

head over skates by @mercurygguk

paint me naked by @gimmethatagustd

goodbye to hello by @vminity21

how does my breath smell now? by @gywaruu

reward by @l0mljeonjungkook

say please by @souryoong

boys a liar by @wnderkoo

call me later by @peachypinkygloss

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[maineventbts]

KNOCK KNOCK

genre: pwp , thriller ??

pairing: dilf!jk x reader

word count: 4.3k (this was an accident)

warnings: deep throating , dirty talk , age gap , infidelity , jk gets tied up , violence , counter sex (lmk if I’m missing anything)!

summary: on a late night , jungkook gets a knock at the door. to his surprise , a girl is on the other side , soaked from the rain. feeling bad , he lets her in. as the night goes on , he regrets being so welcoming.

a/n: pls ignore any mistakes 🙏🏽 this is inspired by the movie ‘knock knock’ ! i recently watched it and felt like i needed to write something like it , lol. i feel like this is all over the place but pls leave any questions/comments (inbox is open).

Jeon Jungkook, father and loving husband. Dedicated to his work and his family, he never has time to enjoy his life. Though he was a married man, he secretly despised his wife. Over the years, he’s grown to hate her existence, wanting nothing to do with her. The sad part is, his wife and son didn’t have a clue. In their eyes, Jungkook loves them more than anything else in the world.

"Drive carefully," he cautioned his wife and son as they exited the driveway and began driving down the road. For the next two days, Jungkook would have the whole house to himself. Unfortunately, he was forced to spend what should have been free time completing various documents he had missed this week.

It was pouring outside, with raindrops beating against the windows of the house. Jungkook just finished eating his dinner and has started the work he’s been dreading all day. He's only an hour into his paperwork, and he's ready to call it quits. He prays for some type of distraction, something to give him an excuse to avoid his work.

KNOCK KNOCK. Alerted by the loud banging at his door, Jungkook puts down his pen and heads to the front door. He was surprised to see what was standing on the other side. "I’m so sorry to bother you, but I have nowhere else to go," you say, looking up at him, pleading eyes and an exhausted look upon your face. Your clothes were soaked, and your hands were tightly wrapped around your shivering body.

 

Jungkook was deeply concerned. Though he wanted to help you out, he had to think about the possible dangers that could come along with letting a stranger into his home. His hand tightened around the doorknob as he examined your fragile frame. "It’s okay, I understand," you speak softly as you begin to walk off of the porch.

"Wait," Jungkook shouts after you, causing you to turn around. He opened the door widely, making room for you to enter his home. He remembered that there were cameras in his home, and if anything happened to him, it would all be documented. With the rain still pouring down on your body, you didn’t waste any time jogging up to his front door. After you walk past him, he goes to close and lock the door. "Stay here, I’ll grab you a towel," he sprints to his room, while you stay in one spot to avoid dripping everywhere.

Jungkook quickly returned with several towels and clothes for you to change into. After wrapping one towel around your body, he walks you over to his bathroom, "I’m sure you want to shower, here’s some clothes for you to change into." Taking the clothes in your hand, you flash him a warm smile before entering the bathroom, "You’re so sweet." He asks you to leave your clothes outside of the door so he can put them in the dryer.

He sits in the living room, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. He can’t stop thinking about how he could’ve put himself in danger, but he would never leave anyone out there in the rain. Especially not a pretty girl like yourself. He thought about how trusting you were of a grown man that you’d never met, you were bold.

"Hey," you come around the corner, pulling him from his thoughts, "thanks for the clothes." Your hands are pulling at the fabric of the large shirt covering your body. "Of course, I couldn’t leave you like that. Your clothes are in the dryer now" Jungkook stands up from the couch, rubbing his hands against his sweats. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, you were harmless. At least that’s what he thought.

 

Walking towards him as you look around the room, "I’m _____," you introduce yourself. He liked the way you gazed into his eyes, refusing to break contact. "That’s a beautiful name, I’m Jungkook," he smiled down at you. He didn’t know why, but Jungkook felt very attracted to you. Just your aura was enough for him to take an interest in you.

The room went silent for a moment, the atmosphere was awkward, and neither of you knew what to do next. You couldn’t stop staring at Jungkook. His sharp jawline, clear glasses, and silver lip ring, he was a sight for sore eyes. You had to have him. "Um, can I get you some tea? It might help you warm up," Jungkook offers as he walks into the kitchen, turning on the electric kettle.

Coming back into the living room, Jungkook is confused. You’re nowhere to be found, but he can hear your laughter in another room. Following the trails of your giggles, he finds you in his studio looking around at the posters on the walls. "I’m sorry, I just passed this room when I got out of the shower. I was curious," you turn to face him, apologizing quickly.

"No, it’s fine," he steps in the room with you. He watches your eyes gaze around the room before taking a seat on the couch. "Is this your studio," you ask, whipping your head around to face him. Jungkook’s eyes are raking over your entire frame. Captivated by the perplexed expression on your face and the way his large shirt made you look so tiny. "Yeah, I’m a music producer," he responds, looking away from you, turning his attention to his desk.

You take small strides towards him, plopping down next to him on the couch. Jungkook is startled by your subtle movements, sitting up in his seat. "Omg, that’s so cool," the excitement in your voice is accompanied by a cheerful grin, "show me something?" Your hands come up to softly grab his shoulders, making the man jolt out of his seat. Your actions seemed so sultry in his head, but he couldn’t decipher what was real and what he wanted to see.

He goes to sit in front of his desk, pulling up a file on his computer. Carefully walking up behind him, your hands come up, resting on the back of the chair. Jungkook is struggling to keep his composure, your presence behind him made him feel something he couldn’t explain. You just seemed so eager to see what he could do and Jungkook enjoyed that. His wife never found what he did interesting, she was just happy that he made a lot of money from it. Having someone be truly curious about his work was new.

"This is something I made a few weeks ago," he says, opening the file and pressing play on the audio. Clapping your hands together, you just couldn’t stay still. It’s like the music was injected inside your body, corroding your brain and making your hips sway to the beat. Jungkook turns around to see you twirling in your spot. Mesmerized by the way your hands come up to caress your body. He knows he shouldn’t be staring at you like that. You’re a young girl, and he’s a 37-year-old married man.

 

You notice you’ve caught his attention, "dance with me, Jungkook." The way his name slips off your tongue has him shifting in his seat. He finds himself looking around, as if you were asking someone else.Refusing to take his silence as an answer, you grab ahold of his hand, snatching him out of his seat.

 

"Isn’t this fun," you slowly dance around Jungkook, running your hands across his arms. Giggling nervously, he smiles down at your playful antics. The touch of your hands felt like heaven. You were a beautiful girl giving him all of your attention and he didn’t know what to do with himself. You stop abruptly when you see a big figure at the door.

 

A beautiful Doberman trots in the room, to Jungkook’s surprise, you approach the dog. "Hello, puppy," kneeling down, as you come face to face with the adorable animal. He looks nervous, staring at the two of you, wondering what would happen next. You put your hand up to caress it’s black fur, "you’re so cute! What’s his name?" Your question pulls Jungkook back into the conversation, "uh- it’s Bam," he speaks awkwardly, he didn’t know why but his voice slightly quivered. You were so excited to see his dog which left him amazed, his wife practically hated Bam.

"Bam, house," Jungkook pointed towards the door, as the puppy walked out of the room. Pout on your face, you rise to your feet. He thinks you’re about to say something else but is shocked to see your face light up. Carefully pushing past him, you move over to his desk, picking up a picture frame. "Is this your wife? You’re a lucky man, she’s absolutely gorgeous," your words sounded sincere as you looked up at the man in front of you. He takes the frame out of your hands, giving you a nice smile, "yeah, she’s stunning," his hand runs over her face in the photograph. "And I’m guessing the boy is your son," Jungkook was shocked at the interest you had in his family, you were just a stranger but you seemed intrigued in his personal life. "Yeah, he’s about to go off to college. He and my wife are touring a few schools he’s interested in."

Jungkook walked back over to his desk chair, taking a seat and setting the photo back in its place. "What about you? Any special people in your life," you think before answering, walking around the studio. "Um, not really. I’ve had some boyfriends in the past, but they could never satisfy me. College boys suck," your answer causes him to choke on his spit. He wasn’t’ expecting you to spill your life’s story but he also wan’t expecting you to be so forward. "What do you mean," he asks, wanting you to further elaborate.

 

"Well, they were all horrible in bed. These days, everyone is all about the theatrics and the candle wax but no one seems to care about actually fucking. I don’t need handcuffs, i don’t need all of this extra stuff, I need my back broken," your mini rant comes to an end and Jungkook’s jaw is hanging down. "Why would you want someone to break your back," his cluelessness had you in tears, walking over to him, you placed a single hand on his shoulder.

 

"It means I need to be fucked, good. Railed, absolutely obliterated, i need to have fun," you try to give him an easier explanation. You knew he was older but his age was definetly showing. He didn’t know how to properly respond. Here you were giving him details about your poor sexual history and what you were looking for. "Maybe you just need to tell them what you want; make your intentions clear," he said, fidgeting with the drawstrings on his sweatpants.

His suggestion led to an answer that left him drooling, "Okay. Jungkook, can you fuck me." Dirty words coming out of your pretty little mouth, he was beyond shocked. Surprised to hear your soft voice spew out a bold statement. Springing up from his seat, he knew he needed to put a stop to your antics before things got out of control. He tried his best to remember that he is still married and you’re just a stranger. A beautiful stranger.

"Why don’t I give you a ride, come on," Jungkook starts to walk out of the room, motioning you to follow him. Little did he know, you weren’t’ the going to give up this easily, you were going to get exactly what you wanted from him. "I’d appreciate that. Could I use your bathroom first," you stop walking behind him, pointing in the direction of the room you were previously in. Wanting to keep your conversation short, he nodded his head, going over to the front door to wait for you. The quicker he got you out of his house, the better. He didn’t need to keep fantasizing about how pretty you’d look on his cock. You needed to leave now.

A few minutes pass and he is getting impatient. He needs you gone right now. Speeding over to the bathroom, he stops as he reaches the door. "What the hell," he muttered under his breath, confused by the steam and the sound of the shower. He knocks loudly on the door, trying to get your attention. All he gets are giggles in response, causing him to storm inside. He puts his hands over his eyes, trying not to come in contact with your wet body.

"Jungkook help me, I’m all wet," your whiny words had a double meaning, and he knew it. Before he can even say anything, your hands are all over him, your wet, bare chest pushing up against his. Jungkook backs himself up against the wall, a poor attempt at avoiding your wandering hands. That was possibly the worst choice he could’ve made, "play with me," you moan lightly, hands coming up to caress his visible hard-on through his sweatpants.

He knew this was wrong but you just were too hard to resist. You were everything his wife wasn’t, you were fun, interested in every aspect of him. Things were already going horrible with his marriage, this would ruin it entirely. "I’m married," Jungkook grabs your hands, stopping you from touching him. Your lips form a pout as you cock your head to the side, "don’t turn me down, daddy. I know you want me," you pry your hands from his hold, reaching up to wrap your arms around the back of his neck. He can feel his knees buckling, thrown off by the nickname you’ve given him.

Clearly its a sensitive spot because he is letting out a small groan. Playing with the ends of his hair, you stand on the tips of your toes, pressing a soft kiss on his jaw. Jungkook didn’t care anymore, he wanted you and couldn’t deny it any longer. Leaning down, he smashes his lips against yours. Hands getting tangled in your wet hair as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

You pull away, helping him snatch his shirt over his head before dropping down to your knees. "I bet your wife doesn’t do this," you giggle as you pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Wasting no time, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. Your actions earn a loud moan from Jungkook, "feels so fuckin’ good." Pulling his cock out of your mouth, you let the saliva from your mouth drip all over it, giving it the perfect coating. Wrapping your hands around his cock, you start from the tip, working your way down. Satisfied with just your hands, he couldn’t wait to feel the warmth of your mouth.

You slip his cock into your mouth, letting your tongue glide against his length. You move your head forward, allowing his cock to go deeper. Drool pools at the sides of your lips as your head touches his pelvis. "Such a dirty mouth," he groans from above, starting to fuck into your mouth. His hands reach down to hold the back of your head. Bobbing you quickly on his cock, watching your eyes widen at his large size. The gags are a bonus, he loved the sound of you choking around him.

Letting go of your head, Jungkook slips out of your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath. Taking his cock in his hand, he lets it collide with your face, making you giggle. "C’mere," he reaches down, snatching you off of the floor. Trading places with him, you’re pushed against the wall aggressively. His hands come down to cup your pussy, causing you to spread your legs. Taking two fingers, he slowly slides them into your heat. Hands moist from the steam in the room and coated by your arousal.

You were soaked, just from sucking his dick. Jungkook did dangerous things to you and you enjoyed it all. He slides his fingers in and out of your pussy, staring into your eyes. "Fuck, that feels so-" you let out an airy moan, hand doing down to grip is forearm. The two of you gazing into each other’s eyes as you fucks you with his fingers.

"Want you to cum on my cock," he mumbles, pulling his fingers from your dripping hole. You whine at the absence of his fingers, enjoying being filled. He walks you over to the sink, hands coming under your thighs as leverage to sit you on the counter top. The marble feels cold under your ass, but thankfully you have Jungkook’s hands to warm you up.

"Been thinking about your fat cock, since you opened the door," you shamelessly admit, as he slides the tip of his cock against your folds. Wasting no time, he carefully slides his cock into your hole, "too big," you groan at the stretch. Your words were a compliment to Jungkook, making him chuckle.

"You can take it, can’t you? Thought you wanted me to fuck you, pretty girl," he looks into your eyes as he slides deeper into your pussy. You can hardly hold any eye contact with him, his presence was intimidating. At first, you were being bold but it seems that Jungkook has beaten you at your own game.

Jungkook’s cock stuffed your pussy, you whimpered at the way his length rubbed against your walls. Clenching down on his cock, you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you, "couldn’t wait for me to fuck you like the little slut you are. Going after a married man,little whore." The words fell from his mouth, followed by a low moan. It was true; you wanted him to destroy you, not caring about his wife or anything else. All you wanted was to be filled by the attractive man in front of you.

"I’m gonna- fuck, can i come," you can hardly get the words out, too cock drunk to speak properly. You feel an overwhelming wave of pleasure rush over you, "cum all over my cock, pretty girl." His words have you falling apart, clenching around his cock as you let out a loud whine, followed by a string of curse words. He keeps sliding his cock into you, looking down to see your thighs covered in a clear, wet coat.

"Can’t wait to fill you up," he groans loudly, hands tightly gripping your thighs. You pull him in for a kiss, smashing your lips against his. Loud grunts and groans come from the two of you, as you share a steamy kiss. When you pull away, you smirk at the way his lips glisten from the wet kiss. "Gonna cum," Jungkook grunts as his thrusts falter. He lets out an airy moan, digging his nails into your hips. He spills his warm seed into you, leaning his head against your chest.

"Such a messy girl," he groans as he pulls out of your pussy. You both watch as his cum slips out of your hole, dripping to the floor. Using two fingers, Jungkook tries his best to shovel it back in, not wanting any of it to go to waste. For a moment, the room is silent, only the sounds of your heavy breathing fill the room.

 

He walks over to turn off the water, "we’re not done here." With a confused expression on his face, Jungkook turns around to face you. "I want more, daddy," your words come out with giggles, as you walk out of the room. There was the nickname, and once again Jungkook was ready to cave in. Following behind you, a nervous Jungkook watches you walk into the living room, "come here." Abiding by your sultry instructions, he practically flys over to you. His hands wrap around your waist as he pulls you up against him. "Gonna make you feel good, baby," he mutters lowly, but loud enough for you to hear him. Before you know it, you’re bent over the arm of the couch, being impaled from behind.

It’s 9:00 o’clock in the morning, and Jungkook is barely opening his eyes. After a long night, the two of you collapsed in his bed, too exhausted to move. Turning over to face you, he is met with a big surprise: you’re gone. Hopping to his feet, he throws on his boxers and his sweats, going to search for you. He checked the studio, the bathroom, and the living room, but you were nowhere to be found.

He can find you by the sound of your delightful giggles, just like the night before. Coming around the corner, he sees you in his kitchen making two cups of coffee. You’re dressed in nothing but his shirt and your panties. Jungkook was shocked to see that you hadn’t gone, he expected you to be far away. "Kook, you’re awake! Sorry for leaving you all alone," you finally aknowlege his precense, handing him a cup of coffee. He hesitantly takes the mug before going to sit at the kitchen table.

Jungkook doesn’t know what to do. He feels no remorse for cheating on his wife, but he does need you gone before she gets back. Taking a deep breath, he lays everything on the table, "look, last night was fun, but I’m married. I think I should take you home now." Instead of hearing the joy in your tone, he is met with a disappointed look. "You didn’t care about your wife last night. Not while you were fucking me," you spit aggressively, shocked by him wanting you to leave. "You couldn’t care less about that woman. If you really loved her, you wouldn’t have slept with me," as much as he wants to be upset, you were right. Jungkook was unhappy in his marriage and didn’t love his wife like he once did.

"Just get dressed, and I’ll drop you wherever you want," getting up from the table, Jungkook exits the room, leaving you standing there with a furious look upon your face. You weren’t leaving, at least not at this moment.

Quietly, you walk over to the living room. After taking a look around the room, you grab the most valuable thing you can find and throw it to the floor. The sound of glass shattering alerts Jungkook, and he comes running into the room. "What the fuck," he shouts, staring at the shattered piece of art on the floor. Your giggles once gave him a good feeling, but now you sound sinister, like you were up to no good. Before he can ask anymore questions, you pick up a nearby vase, smashing it against his head. You watch him fall to the floor and prepare for your next act.

Jungkook wakes up to a light in his face, blinding him. "Aww, honey! You’re awake," he looks up to see your face. Just as he’s ready to jump to his feet and apprehend you, he can hardly move. He’s restrained on one of the kitchen chairs. "Can’t believe you were going to use me and throw me out," you bend down to look at him, "you’re a bad man, Jungkook. I wonder what your wife would think."

Jungkook winces at your words, too frazzled to find anything to battle you with. The sweet girl was gone, and even the look in your eyes was mischievous. Taking a few steps back from him, you walk over to the kitchen table, sitting next to what looks like a monitor. "I’m going to help you get out of your marriage. You’re unhappy, and you clearly don’t love your wife, it should just end," Jungkook’s eyes move over to your frame, and he notices you writing something on a small piece of paper. "What are you doing," he asks, not truly wanting to know the answer.

"Well, the camera footage will be enough for her, but I’m leaving a note," you speak cheerfully with a smirk on your face. "I think she deserves to know what her husband is up to when shes not around, don’t you," Jungkook's heart dropped to his ass; he'd forgotten about the security cameras, and he won't be able to delete the footage due to his current situation. His son and wife will walk through the door and be blindsided, he won’t even be able to explain himself.

In an attempt to get you to change your mind, he decides to sweet talk you. "Baby, don’t be like that," he was shaking in his boots, trying not to trip over his words. "I wasn’t using you, id never do that. I just don’t want to hurt my wife or son , and they’ll be very hurt if the find out like this," he was spitting a whole bunch of nothing, because you weren’t buying anything. You knew he was just trying to get out of the situation he put himself in. "I’m going to teach you a valuable lesson; think before you act."

You get up from the table and leave a note next to the monitor before approaching the cuffed man."It was really fun though. Maybe when you’re through with her, I’ll come back," you giggle, knowing you would definitely come back to see him in the near future. Looking down at his feet, Jungkook is beyond disappointed in himself. Not only was he in an embarrassing predicament, but he did hope to see you come back one day. That’s what made him feel even worse. Though you were about to ruin his marriage, he was looking forward to another encounter with you.

You talk small steps towards his frail-looking frame before pressing a kiss against his cheek. "Don’t let in any other strangers. That’d just break my heart," your lips form a pout as you lightly pat his shoulder. He watches you set something next to his feet, curious as to what it is. Waving at him, you turn around and walk away. Jungkook stares at the way your hips sway, hoping for you to come back to him.

Hearing the front door close, he thinks he has some time to come up with an excuse. A DING coming from his phone has him looking down. The message on the screen had him horrified, “we’re already on our way back. See you tomorrow!”

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[mooglyyoon]

Desire

Synopsis: Taehyung is your step brother and for the past month he’s had a growing desire for you he cannot ignore anymore.

Warnings: Public (kind of) sexual acts, fingering, praising and degrading, Pov changes, Mentions of masturbation, spanking

Pairings: StepBrother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

A/n: Sorry for the wait guys, been busy and had some writers block. Don’t be shy to send requests!!

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Taehyung’s POV:

I let a heavy sigh leave my lips as I made my way up the stairs. I had just come home from my friends house and the aroma of my Step Mom in the kitchen making dinner lingered through out the house. After making it up the stairs I walked down the hall to my room, not before peeking into my step sisters room to see what she was up to.

Her door was cracked as I peeked in. She was in her black spaghetti strapped top with some baggy pj shorts. My eyes wandered and I couldn’t help but noticed how perfect her breasts sat in view for me. I couldn’t help but admire a little longer as she sat at her desk looking at her book.

I forced myself to look away and continue my walk down the hall to my room. I felt the tightening begin in my pants and I mentally cursed myself. I don’t know how much longer I could be around my own step sister without fucking her right then and there.

I shut my door closed making sure to lock it. I quickly lied back onto my bed, pulling my shorts down enough to watch my hardening dick pop out. My tip was soaked with pre-cum and it was slightly embarrassing that just the sight of her could get me like this.

Wrapping my hands around the base of my dick, I started pumping making sure to rub my tip. This was becoming a routine for me and I needed more of her. More than just a metal image of her.

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Y/n’s POV:

My book slammed closed the second I heard my mom’s voice from downstairs call mine and my brothers name. I pulled the glasses from my face and quickly made my way down the stairs. I heard Taehyung behind me but chose to ignore him and made my way into the kitchen to help Mom plate food.

While setting the plates of food down onto the dinner table, I couldn’t help but noticed how Taehyungs eyes followed my movements. How his eyes traced up and down my body, like it would be the last time he saw me. He’s been doing this for a while and I don’t really understand, but I chose to distance myself if maybe I’m making him uncomfortable.

Our parents have only been married for six months so it would be understandable if he felt uncomfortable around me now that we live together. But I’d still appreciate an explanation over the unbearable stares.

I thanked my Mom as I sat down next to Taehyung, across from our parents. Our parents made conversation asking how our days were and how dinner was but started to focus on their on talk, leaving me and Taehyung to find our own conversation or to like usual, eat quietly.

While taking a bite, i felt a grasp on my bare thigh. I pull the spoon from my mouth and look over at Taehyung who had his hand placed right on my thigh. He kept his gaze on me which I could now tell was something very different compared to my initial thought. Turned on. Taehyung, your Step-Brother, was turned on by you.

It was rather evident as you could feel his hand inching up your leg before stopping on the hem of your shorts. You looked at him with widened eyes as your parents were directly in front of you two, and this was very wrong. Taehyung was your step brother, technically there is no REAL problem except for the fact your parents are married. But there is no relation between the two of you.

You both knowing this, knew you are attracted to each other. Unbeknownst to you, Taehyung knew you were attracted to him. He’d hear you moan his name ever so quietly when he’d get home late and walk past your room. So this just solidified the attraction between the two of you.

You felt his hand snake under your shorts and underwear, finding your clit quickly. You bit down on the spoon to hide the moan ready to escape your lips. He chuckled a little and continued to eat his meal like his fingers weren’t against your throbbing clit. Needing more than to just be touched by his fingers.

The cough that left your mouth caught the attention of your parents but that did not stop Taehyung. His long fingers ending up pumping into your pussy slowly, but the curl of his fingers inside you sent shock waves through your body. “Sweetie! Are you ok??” Your mother asked hurriedly as she looked at you choke on a cough, struggling to keep yourself together.

Taehyung analyzed your face, his fingers not stopping once. “I-I’m ok! Just inhaled some rice.” You tried to muster a smile and ended up looking away at the plate in front of you. Your mother stared a little longer before looking back at your Step-Father who had already moved his attention back to your mom.

“I’m done.” You said quickly, pulling Tae’s hand out of you and stood up, putting your plate in the sink and walking up the stairs. You heard Tae excuse you and him and say he heard you throwing up earlier and quickly walked to you.

“What a good brother. I’m glad they’re getting along.” You heard your mother tell your step dad and you mentally cursed yourself. What a good brother my ass.

You made it into your room, but not quick enough as your door was pushed open and shut immediately. Followed by Taehyung pushing you against it and locking it. “Aw baby, I wasn’t done.”

“I definitely was.” You said and tried to move but Tae was quick to push you back against the door and pull your shorts down with your underwear. “Tae…” You spoke and looked up at him.

“That’s what I thought.” He said and put his fingers back over your clit. “Want your step brothers fingers in this pussy don’t you.” It was so vulgar yet you couldn’t help but feel your clit throb as his words. Your pussy wet for HIM.

He rubbed his fingers up and down and looked down at you. His other hand cupping your face. “A whore for your brothers fingers huh?” Your mouth went agape when three of his fingers were shoved into you. “Taehyung it hurts-” You were cut off by the immediate thrusting of his fingers.

Your walls clenched around him and he kept your face cupped in his hand. “Mm fuck stretch me so good.” You moaned, looking at him watching his own fingers go in and out of your soaked core. “So fucking wet for me.” He grunted and moved faster, feeling you clenching. “Gonna cum already baby?” You nodded vigorously and could almost whine at the emptiness you felt as his fingers left you.

“Turn around, arch and spread your legs.” You looked at him a little shocked and he arched a brow and spoke up again, “that wasn’t a question, be a good slut for me.” You kicked your shorts off your ankles and did as you were told. Pressing your face against your bedroom door and arching your back for him.

You heard him moan behind you at the sight. “Such a pretty fucking pussy.” You clenched around nothing. His words turning you on so much you needed to cum or you were gonna cry.

“Tae…please, wanna cum.” There was shuffling behind you before you felt two hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks for him. Not too long after you felt his tongue swipe along your slit.

“Mm fuck yes please.” You moaned quietly, remembering your against the door. “Taste so fucking sweet.” You heard him mutter against your pussy dip his tongue inside of you.

Your eyes rolled as you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of your swollen pussy. His other hand reaching up between your legs to rub your clit. You felt your knees buckle as you bit your lip. Your moans muffled as he used his other hand to land a hard slap to your ass. “Wanna hear you slut.” He started to suck aggressively on your clit and you yelped at the feeling.

“F-fuck Tae don’t stop.” Your body pushed harder into the door and your back arched harder as you felt Tae’s hands spreading your cheeks and slapping them as he continued sucking on your clit. Using his tongue to flick your clit every now and then.

“G-gonna cum, fuck.” You barely got out before you felt your legs start to shake at the violent orgasm that ran through your body. Taehyung moaned against your clit and cupped his mouth on your pussy. Not wanting to miss a bit of you.

“Such a good girl for me.” He said as he stood up and helped you stand. He used his thumb to wipe his lip and looked down at you. “Next time you wanna masterbate to me, just ask for the real thing.”

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[haeggi]

blue hour | kth ✓

❍ pairing | taehyung × reader

❍ genre/warnings | strangers to something to ???, one night stand au, pov switch (just one at the end), porn with little to no plot, mentions of infidelity, alcohol consumption, consensual drunk sex, angst, smut, they make out in the elevator and in the hallway pls, a bit of dry humping, oral (m. & f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), sex against the wall, creampie, protected sex, this may or may not be the only time they meet *wink*, cliffhanger ending *chef's kiss.*

❍ word count | 5.8k

❍ glimpse | when you realize how truly alone you were, you find yourself in the blue hour bar where fellow lonely souls came to temporarily forget.

or alternatively, you meet a man in the blue hour, and you get sixty minutes of pure bliss — no more loneliness. moreover, no strings attached. just the two of you wrapped around with each other's warmth.

"Are you with someone?"

"Are you mocking me?"

The man who sat on a stool beside you, orders a martini from the bartender, who you had been chatting with in the past hour only for her to get occupied by none other than the latest comer.

Swirling your drink lazily, you don't bother to spare a glance at him. He thanks the bartender, and you heed of his voice that is gravelly and velvety at the same time.

Was it possible to have such combination?

Tsking, you take a sip of your champagne, unwittingly catching the attention of the man you wanted to stay unaware of.

"You tsked at me," he points out the obvious.

"And what about it?" you sass back. "We're even now."

He chuckles, the low sound of his tone rich and honeyed you start to ponder if the alcohol's effect had begun taking over your senses.

"Why are you snappish at such an early hour?"

"Have you read the sign before entering? It says Blue Hour—" Finally turning your head to take a glimpse of the owner of sultry voice, you don't expect to see an ethereal man, in all his glory — sporting a white button up, black trousers, rings littered around a few of his fingers, to be looking back at you.

And the highlight of all is his dashingly striking blue hair, which he effortlessly pulls off.

"—it's where lonely people come to. Blue hour is any hour," you finish nonchalantly, mentally patting yourself in the back for maintaining an indifferent composure.

You blame it on the alcohol.

He flicks his wrist lightly, the liquor causing moist around the outside of the glass. Lips curling upwards, he leans forward slightly. And you curse yourself for not retracting.

"Peculiar way to propose, but alright." He smiles at you unabashed, swiveling his stool to face back at the bar.

Cocking an eyebrow, you were about to retort when he signals the bartender to come.

"The finest one for the lady here."

You straighten up your back. "You don't have to—"

"Don't listen to her."

You shoot daggers at the blue-haired male. "Excuse me?"

The bartender, having witnessed the exchange between you, chortles. She takes the card that the man hands him, slotting it inside the terminal before flicking her gaze to you.

"Loosen up, babe," she says. "You're here to have fun. Let the handsome man buy you a drink."

Scowling, you roll your eyes and vie, "I've already bought one."

"Still," this time, the man insists, "One drink isn't enough. And besides, what have I, a mere stranger, done to absolutely piss the fuck out of you, yeah?"

You weren't supposed to shiver at his words yet you did. Yeah, right. Mere. A mere curse word is all it takes for you to almost crumble right there and then. Almost.

He had a point though. Why were you even so curt?

The man indeed was undeniably attractive. His voice sounding so velvety with words seamlessly tumbling out of his oh so soft-looking lips. It's weird that you found his cursing alluring.

Maybe it's that fact. The fact that you're finding a complete stranger attractive. And you hate how you were so easy to be bewitched.

Exhaling a deep breath, you down the rest of your cocktail, the newly ordered one smoothly sliding to your line of sight.

"Enjoy the night, folks." The bartender winks at you then takes her cue, leaving the two of you alone.

"So... are you going to answer my question or would you rather keep staring at me?"

His question pulls you out of your stupor. You widen your eyes, scoffing, don't make a move to touch the drink he bought you.

"I wasn't staring," you deny, retorting. "I was thinking."

"Yeah?" He scoots closer on his seat you think he's about to fall off the edge.

The distance diminishes, somehow you're closer than the borderline, but still so far away from each other's grasp. It's the rubbers beneath the stools are what're preventing your skins to touch.

"A penny for your thoughts?" he rasps out.

Fuck it.

"I'm thinking about how I loathe your face right now," you flatly say. "It's getting on my nerves."

The man laughs — like actually laughs. Because he throws his head back, melodic notes tumbling out of his lips. You control the urge to slam it against yours.

"Should I be flattered?" he asks, amusement glinting in his chocolate irises.

You can't help but crack a smile as well, the edges of your lips lifting the tiniest bit as you purposely, slowly wrap your fingers around the wine glass and take a sip from it whilst maintaining the eye contact with him.

You take heed of his adam's apple bobbing up and down before flitting your eyes back to meet with his. They're now a tint darker than earlier, it makes you feel something funny bubbling in your stomach.

It's you who break the eye contact and the silence, placing the glass back down on the bar.

"So," you start. "What's your story? Why is such a fine man like you in a pub of lonely souls?"

He peers at you from the rim of his glass, licking his lips before he answers your question, small smile painting his features.

"Have you heard of Vante Magazine?"

Eyes widening, you gasp and gawk. "No way, you're one of their models?"

The man doesn't seem to be as enthusiastic as you are, but nonetheless, he nods. Albeit it doesn't reach his eyes, he retains his soft smile. "Yeah, but I've recently become one of theirs. So, that's why I'm not surprised if a lot of people don't recognize me yet."

"Wait, so are you moping because you're not famous?" you blurt out the question before you even realize. Instantly, regret swallows you.

However, you can't and don't take it back anymore because the man emits a chuckle, neither bitter now sweet.

"No. It's more of the opposite actually," he says. You don't reply to that, wordlessly ushering him to continue. "I'm well-known back in my workplace. It's fun, really. I talk to a lot of my colleagues. But, it's hard to tell who's real and who's not."

At this, the guilt fully consumes you. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I don't know why I said that."

He smiles at you, and this time, it's a genuine one. "You're fine, really."

A comfortable silence engulfs on the two of you. As you process his words, it's him who breaks the silence.

"What's yours?"

"Huh?" you dumbly say.

He rolls his eyes playfully. "Your story, silly."

"Right," you say, taking a sip from your drink, moistening your suddenly parched throat. Placing the glass back down, you don't speak yet he patiently waits for you, sharp eyes piercing through the side of your head.

"I think I had a break up with my friends."

One of his eyebrows raises, but he doesn't speak, granting you the spotlight.

Releasing a shaky breath, you opt to fiddle with the perspiration that had formed around your glass, seeking soothe on the frostiness. "There was this one guy I dated two years ago. He was in the same circle of friends as I, so we instantly clicked. And, you know those videos on Tiktok where they warn you to never date one of your friends?"

When he nods, you scoff not to him but to yourself. "Two years ago me would've said it was bull. But now, not so much. Truth behold, we never worked out because he cheated — his dumb excuse being because I didn't give him as much as attention as before. Well, it's not my damn fault that I'm ambitious and he isn't."

At this point, you were already telling your story with hand gestures and facial expressions, but he doesn't interrupt you once. So, you allow yourself to get carried away, share something personal to a stranger.

"All of our friends knew that. Why wouldn't they? When everything was happening right under their noses. They got extremely angry at him." You pause and prop your elbow on the bar, temple resting on one of your fists. You sigh before continuing in a much more passive tone.

"But when the issue died down, one month ago, I found out that they had a hangout with him — my ex. They all looked so happy in the photos they posted. And... I was just so confused because I thought they were supposed to hate him. I know they're aware of it because they never invited me in the first place..." Exhaling, you refrain your voice from quivering. "I ghosted all of them — didn't know how to face them after what happened."

Supposedly taking a small sip from your drink, you gulp everything down in one go. Albeit it tasted sweet, the acid leaves a burning sensation down your throat.

"You don't owe them an explanation."

You're surprised to hear his input, head turning to face him. He has a frown etched in his features that you badly wanted to flat your thumb against his lips and wipe away the creases.

Your gazes collide, and he speaks lowly, seemingly genuine with his words. "In fact, you don't owe them anything. If you think cutting them out fully was the right decision, then stick with it."

You release a breathy laugh, this time which doesn't sound forced. "That's another problem," you quip. "I feel shitty with what I did."

He raises an eyebrow. "I think you should be proud of yourself. It's not easy to cut toxic people out of your life."

Your laughter simmers, internalizing what he said. He's right. There are a lot of people out there who have it worse than you do. Even though they're completely aware of the horrors they encounter everyday in their toxic relationships. Sometimes, it got you wondering why don't they ever let go?

And now you understand them. You empathize with what they're going through.

"I just feel like I'm throwing away something we've had for years so easily..." you murmur, almost inaudible but the man catches on what you said anyway.

"They never considered that before doing something they know that would upset you," he retaliates. "If anything, it's their loss. Not yours, princess."

The nickname seems to have roll off his tongue seamlessly, and you become aware of the sudden warmth spreading all over your cheeks.

There's definitely something on the alcohol he bought you.

"You know," you begin, attempting to light up the gloomy atmosphere. "I never got your name."

He returns your mirth, eyes crinkling into crescents. "That's the thrill of it, yeah? Meeting an attractive mysterious man underneath the dim lights of a pub."

You roll your eyes, attempting to seem annoyed but you look anything but it because of the smile that threatened to coat your lips.

"Fine then," you say. "You won't get the honor of knowing mine too."

He laughs at your jest while you bask his harmonious sounds, rendering every part of your body to shiver. Particularly, your nether parts rubbing against each other.

The two of you continue to chat about trivial things as the night deepens. He even orders a second drink for you and this time, you don't feud him for it.

You don't realize the hours that have passed if not for the pub's lights dimming further and turning into a night club. People began to crowd the dance floor, lots of bodies and swaying and grinding among each other.

The man pulls you out of your daze once more, drawing your attention away from the dance floor to look at him instead.

"Dance with me?"

You nod. He offers a hand — soft, silky and veiny, lacing with yours perfectly. You find yourself gazing at your interlocked hands as he leads you towards the dance floor.

Everything seems to happen so naturally. His hands slither around your waist while you throw your arms around his neck, fingers finding their home on the hairs at the nape of his neck.

With the amount of liquor you've consumed, you're certain that you're in the borderline of inebriation. But you didn't mind unlike earlier — you would probably even deny his invitation to dance with you.

Your hips sway along the beat and his hooded eyes lock with yours, body following your lead. Smiling coyly, you draw closer to him, relishing in the way his arms seem to snake tighter around your hips, you can feel his nails digging slightly on your skin.

As more songs drive by, the more your confidence spurs. Shortly, you find yourself brazenly grinding your hips against the man you've been with for the past few hours.

Too preoccupied with the sensation of the bass blaring from the speakers, vibrating through your body — serving as the fuel for you to continuously sway your body against the model. Your eyes fluttered shut as you throw your head back, exposing the flesh of your neck as you rake your fingers through your scalp, keeping one hand occupied in caressing his blue hair.

You don't notice the dark stares he's giving you, how his eyes are now half-lidded, almost pitch black with the way he's darting lustful gazes at you. His fingers dig deeper through the thin material of your dress. How he seems to lean further to your scent, clouding the remnants of his sobriety. The hungry stares he's landing on the flesh of your neck — sheen with sweat and red. The desire to drive his lips all around your skin.

No, you don't notice the fact that his cock twitches against the restraints of his pants. How he wanted nothing else but to be wrapped around your warmth, clench your walls tight around him.

"Fuck," he rasps out.

Everything stops. You halt your motions, earning a strained groan from the man before you.

Fluttering your eyes open, you finally take heed of his disheveled state. He's almost panting as if he's out of breath, lips parted and inhaling shakily. The fringes on his forehead are damp, sticky against his skin. And you're suddenly aware of his crotch pressed against yours.

His eyes are literally begging you to do something, anything. He's waiting for the go signal, because it will be your call. Despite the fact he covets to act upon his desire for you, he patiently waits albeit straining.

Smiling coquettishly, you ask, "Do you wanna go somewhere else?"

At your question, he grunts, playing it off by giving him one of his boxy smiles. "I thought you'd never ask."

You two slip away from the swarming sweaty bodies, his hand never leaving yours as he leads the traverse.

And when you feel the cold air of the night nipping at you, he tugs you towards him, chest landing on his. His warmth instantly overcomes the cold.

"So," His voice is husky. "My place is like at least a thirty minute drive away. And I'm too drunk to drive, so I'm really hoping yours is—"

You press a finger on his lips, instantly shushing him up. Caressing the corner of his jaw, you state, "We'll book a room. There's a hotel in the next block—"

"Okay, great."

He starts to walk ahead of you, tugging your hand so that you'll fall in place beside him.

It takes exactly five minutes and twenty-five seconds to reach the hotel. Then, another five to talk to the receptionist which the whole time you were trying to stop your giggles from escaping through biting your lip because the model is impatiently conversing with the front desk.

And once he finally takes a hold of the key card, he wastes no more time and pulls you towards the elevators. You're both lucky that the place is almost empty — even as you both enter an elevator, there's no one inside.

He swiftly presses the button to your designated floor, licking his lips when the doors close and he sees your reflection in them.

Your stares linger for a second longer and before you knew it, he has you slammed against the metal wall of the elevator, the railings rattling at the impact.

His lips mold with yours, swallowing your moans as you reciprocate his kisses with as much fervor. Tongues battling for dominance, teeth crashing against each other. He takes both of your hands and keep them above your head that has you sighing at the sensation of his strong hands keeping you in place.

The elevator continues to rise, the pressure in your ears ringing but it doesn't make you stop from pushing your head forward, meeting his strength. He groans when you try to combat his strength, pressing his chest further into yours, hips grinding into your crotch.

Even when the elevator dings and the doors open, your lips doesn't stop smoldering against each other as he expertly pushes you out of the cramped space, slamming you against the nearest wall you're certain everyone on the floor heard that.

The excitement creeps up on you, of the thrill of getting caught that you can't help but emit a giggle as the man keeps pushing you towards the end of the hallway. You feel him smile against your lips as he takes the card out and then you hear a beep.

The door to your suite opens and you both disappear inside. With his lips still drinking in every moan you release, his hand manages to flick the light switch on. He whisks the card somewhere, kicks his shoes off and begin to unbutton his shirt.

Meanwhile, you had started palming him against his trousers, feeling his hardness and the material already soaked with his pre-cum. Rhythmically, you also snap your crotch up against his — imagining that it was his dick grinding against your clothed core instead of your hand.

The sensation drives him mad that he growls and pulls you away.

"You sneaky little vixen." With one hand around your waist, his other travels to your back, fingers settling on the zipper of your dress. Then he pulls it down.

Shivers travel on your spine at his cold fingers that you arch your head and sigh lewdly.

He takes the opportunity to bury his head on the crook of your neck and lick at your skin, immediately finding the spot you're most sensitive. His wet tongue causes you to cling on his shoulders, your lips parted and eyes closed.

He sucks eagerly, teeth scraping on your collarbone before he kisses all around your skin until he reaches the column of your neck, littering kisses that had you swallowing, the motions of your larynx meeting his devouring lips.

He paints your neck with love bites that you don't even realize that your dress had pooled on your feet. You're only in your undergarments now. And this spurs you to unfasten the remaining buttons of his shirt. You aid him to remove his top, throwing it somewhere.

You finally get a feel of his toned chest, his sharp collarbones and strong biceps. A sigh escapes your lips as he leaves one more kiss on the side of your neck.

His lips return to slot with yours, kissing you slow and sweet. As you throw your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his, he pushes you both inside of what you assume is the bedroom. He reaches his arm behind to turn the lights on, his lips never leaving yours.

He pushes you until you feel the wall pressing on your back. You notice that he has been pushing you against walls and you wonder if he has a thing for it.

At the mere thought of getting yourself railed against the wall makes your legs tremble slightly.

"Taehyung—" You were about to beg but your voice gets cut off. As if reading your mind, he uses his finger to slide your damp panties aside.

Then he presses his palm flat against your clit.

"You're so damn wet for me already, baby," he purrs, the baritone of his voice sending chills down your spine.

You moan lightly when he begins pumping two of his fingers inside. Forcing your eyes open, your hand wraps around his head, tugging in his blue strands as he adds another finger into you.

He fucks you with three of his fingers while you meet his actions with your hips, mewling at the sensation of his digits curling inside of your folds that you uncontrollably arch your back against him.

And then you feel it. His finger hitting the right spot that has your toes curling.

"Oh, fuck, r-right there," you moan, turning your head to the side and resting your cheek against the cold wall.

He increases his speed, finger fucks the shit out of you. You whimper and sob, feeling the coil around your abdomen tighten. Ungraceful sounds escape your lips that if you weren't being pleasured right now, you would be fuming in embarrassment.

"Come for me," he demands, his lips resting against your ear. You feel his breaths fanning your skin as he continues to pump his fingers into your pulsating pussy.

And then you feel your walls clenching around his digits, see stars behind your eyelids and then you're coming undone, under his command and mercy.

You smile in bliss, feeling yourself soak his fingers that are still continuously fucking you through your high.

Feeling his warmth leave your body, you open your eyes once you've calmed down. And you're not prepared to see him kneeling down on his knees.

Eyes widening, your gasp soon turns into a mewl as he begins to lick all of your leaking juices, the slurping sounds he produces sounding like heaven to your ears.

He hums in approval against your pussy, licking around your inner thighs. You internally beg for him to put his attention to your aching core instead.

After a few kitten licks, his hooded eyes trail up to meet yours. Without breaking the eye contact, you inhale sharply as he sticks his tongue out then slowly licks your nub.

You let out a strangled moan, your hand instinctively tugging at his blue hair lightly.

He dives in, burying his tongue into your clit, lapping everything on its trail. You whimper above him, looking down every now and then to watch how his tongue disappears between your folds. Swirling his tongue around your nub, your body arches against its will, tugging harder at his hair.

"Shit, Taehyung, that feels so good," you mewl loudly and shamelessly, moving your hips along the rhythm of his tongue.

He groans against your pussy, and your words seem to drive him further to fasten his pace. His tongue delves deeper into you, in the crevices of your walls you never imagined can be reached. No one has ever given you this much pleasure in oral. And you wonder amidst your fucked out state, how many women had he sent into utter oblivion.

"I'm so close," you cry out, your body lolling against the wall to seek support while your hands grab at nothing — pulling on his hair again as you feel the familiar sensation of your lower part twisting into knots.

He gets the message, gripping on your hips tighter to keep your convulsing body in place. And for the second time, you feel the waves crashing over you, the stars colliding once again. Your legs quiver as he continues to suck all of your juices, not allowing a drop to come past him.

You only manage to take a deep breath once he pecks your swollen nether lips. Your gaze trails his face as he stands, his chin shimmering with your orgasm. He gives you a chaste kiss before forcing his tongue inside to make you taste yourself.

Humming in approval, you suck on his wet muscle, swallowing the remnants of your orgasm.

Your feel a cold metal hitting your thigh so you pull away, halting his movements. He looks at you confounded while you smile coyly, your voice hoarse from all the moaning as you say, "Allow me."

This time, it's him who gapes at you when you lower yourself down into your knees, watching every reaction he makes as you pull the belt from his pants' loops, dropping the article on the floor. Then, in agonizingly slow manner, you unzip his trousers and pull it down until it pools at his feet.

His breath hitches when you press a chaste kiss against his bulge, palming him through his boxers. He shudders lightly, his palm flatting against the wall for support.

"Stop teasing," he growls while you give him an amorous smile.

Yet, you comply, completely pulling his boxers down. And when his cock springs free, big and proud you can't help but gawk at his size — the head already swollen and dripping with pre-cum.

"What's wrong, princess?" he teases you. "You think you can take me?"

You swallow thickly, mouth watering at his cock. Then, you trail your eyes up his naked body until your gazes collide. Your hand wraps around his length, pumping it a few times and watching how his face contorts into pleasure.

"I imagined myself sinking down on your cock," you breathily admit, causing him to let out a low curse.

His other hand finds home on your hair, pulling gently and urging you to take him.

You breathe through your nose as you finally begin to lick at his swollen tip, eliciting a groan from him. Humming against his length, you suck on its head before taking more of him halfway. You use your hand to wrap around his remaining length then you bob your head up and down, starting with a slow and relaxed space.

He releases low and breathy moans above you, moving his hips as well to match your rhythm, being careful not to choke you.

"That's it, baby," he praises you, raking his hand through your hair to remove strands away from your face. "You're so good, taking my cock so well."

Purring at his approval, you feel your pussy clench at his words, spurring you to swallow more of his length. You hollow your cheeks as you feel the tip of his head hit the back of your throat. His hips stutter, lips parting to release a breathy moan as you fully sheathe him into your warm mouth.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," he grunts, slightly increasing his pace as he fucks himself into your mouth.

Tears begin to form at the corner of your eyes when you find his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. At once, you gag, but you don't pull away, focusing your breathing through your nose. You let him fuck his cock into your mouth a few more times, basking in the way you elicit a lot of moans from him, pride spreading in your chest because you're the reason of his pleasure.

He completely pulls out of you, watches how a trail of your saliva bridges between your parted lips and his swollen head.

When you stand up, he rewards you with his kisses, your tongues fighting for dominance. At some point in the kiss, he unhooks your bra and discards it in the middle of the room. His lips leave yours, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone until the valley of your breasts where it stops. He takes one of your pert nipples in his mouth while his hand kneads your other one, pinching at your nipple. You arch your back against him, releasing a soft moan. You watch as he gives the same amount of attention to your other breast, tongue swirling at your hard bud before he trails his kisses back up again.

"Jump," he orders and you don't hesitate to comply, hooking your legs around his waist.

He lines himself at your entrance, his eyes meeting yours, flicking in light concern.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Coquettishly smiling, you respond, "Yes. I'm clean and I'm on the pill."

He smiles back, says the same that he's clean too. And then you pull him into a kiss while he wastes no more time as he starts pushing into you.

He drinks in your moans as he sheathes himself further into you. Your breath hitches, suddenly feeling so full.

"G-Give me a second," you breathily say, your head resting against the wall.

He softly smiles at you, pushing the strays of your hair away so that he can see your face. Then, you give him a nod when you've fully adjusted to his size.

His smooth thrusts comes once, twice, thrice, filling you up to the brim as he rolls his hips into yours. Sensual sounds elicited from the both of you echo through the space, your bodies relishing in each other's warmth.

You slide up and down against the wall, feeling yourself sink further into his cock the more he thrusts into you. Your head lolls on his shoulder, hands pulling on his blue strands as you constantly let out mewls of pleasure.

He reciprocates your actions, lips finding home on your neck as he sucks and bites at your skin, rendering goosebumps to travel all over your skin.

"You feel so tight and warm around me, baby," he lowly moans, slightly increasing his pace when he feels your walls clenching around his length.

"Oh, Taehyung!" you moan his name shamelessly, digging your nails down his back when he manages to hit the certain spot within you.

He gets the message, spurring his speed. All the gentleness is gone as he now slams his cock into you. Skin slapping against skin, ragged breaths and breathy moans leaving both of your lips as he thrusts faster, deeper into you. Instantly, you become a whimpering mess, mewling his name over and over again in a chant.

This is ridiculous, you're about to have your third orgasm for the night. It's driving you crazy how your body is easily and seamlessly responsive to his touches. You don't know if you're extra sensitive tonight because of the alcohol or if it's because of the fact that maybe he was a good fuck. Undoubtedly, you incline to believe more in the latter.

His hips powerfully slams into yours, his cock reaching deeper and further in your walls, you feel like all of your insides are getting rearranged.

"Fuck, baby, I'm so close. Come with me," he pleads, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

His thrusts turn sloppier while your toes curl as you feel the both of you reaching the edge of the cliff. And then you finally feel your walls clamping around his length, the world crumbles down as you convulse in his arms, cum continuously dripping down your folds, engulfing his cock and trailing through your inner thighs. He follows shortly, moaning breathily against your ear and painting your walls with his cream.

The both of you collapse against each other when your high dies down. With your eyes fluttered shut and head resting on his shoulder, he pulls away from you, your pussy clenching on nothing. You instantly feel the emptiness. However, it lasts ephemeral for he carries you and then you feel the softness of the mattress on your back.

Your eyes are still closed, your chest heaving up and down as you listen him shuffling around the room. The light dims behind your eyelids, then you hear a few more movements before the side of the bed dips. He covers you both with the duvet. Without another word, you scoot towards him, burying your head in his chest while you feel his arm drape around your waist.

It doesn't take for the both of you to drift off into dreamland shortly, both of your lips shaped into smiles as you engulf yourselves in the warmths of each other.

Taehyung feels the heat radiating towards his bare body hidden under the sheets. Still half-asleep, he hums in contentment shifting his position to lie on his other side.

His hand reaches on the end but when he feels nothing but silk and cotton, the smile coating his chapped lips promptly spurns.

Peeking one eye open, he doesn't expect to see the other side of the bed empty. As if on instincts, it's suffice to prod him wide awake, head lifting off the pillows to scan the room.

Muttering a low curse, he briefly checks the time on the nightstand before kicking off the duvet away from his body. He plants his floor on the feet and immediately gathers all of his discarded and fallen clothes scattered across the bedroom.

He eyes the closed door on the other end of the room, feeling as if it was throwing him an intimidating stare. Because he doesn't know what to expect behind it.

There's no sign of any of your clothes in the room, so that could only mean you were either in the kitchen, the living room or...

Locking his belt with the metal clunking through the silence of the room, his suspicion is proved to be right the moment he opens the door and peers pass the partition.

Taehyung saunters towards the empty kitchen, the only sound serving as the background noise being the faucet dripping droplets of water. He lets his eyes rove the suite, scrutinizing every corner.

And then finally, his prayers are answered. He catches a glimpse of a small colored note stuck on top of the island. The side of the paper rises every time a soft blow of wind caresses it. It's almost as if the person who left the note purposely opened the windows to let the ventilation enter.

His fingers slowly wrap around the sticky note, taking it off the counter.

Upon reading what's written on it, to say that he's taken aback was an understatement. He didn't expect the contents of the note. Moreover, nothing could have ever prepared him for the thrill — excitement and curiosity coating his features.

Everything from the preceding night comes back into his mind, the way how your body perfectly molded against his. Your sounds of pleasure becoming his lifeline for the night.

And now, he remembers. With his mind unbound from intoxication, he particularly reminisces why he so loved the melodic sound of your voice. A certain word that constantly spilled out of your soft lips.

His name.

Taehyung.

Fuck, he doesn't even recall telling you his name.

And he feels like he had lost a game that wasn't even occurring in the first place. Because truth behold, the moment he laid his eyes on you that night in the bar — you had fully captured his attention for the rest of the night.

And now, undoubtedly, for the rest of his days to come.

The words printed on the note continues to replay in his mind like a mantra. He vows to himself, beneath the rays of sunshine.

Because just when he thought he had the upperhand, he was wrong. So awfully wrong. You had him wrapped around your little finger.

He will find you. That is if fate leads him back to you. With your note serving as the embers igniting within himself.

I had a really good time last night, Taehyung :)

Guess you placed yourself on the pedestal, and look where's that led you.

Maybe next time, you'll get to know mine if we meet again.

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[beenbaanbuun]

High School Sweethearts

Genre - smut

Words - 5k

Warnings - afab reader, oral sex (f receiving), drinking (characters are sober enough to consent), panty stealing, Jungkook being a menace

Who knew a high school reunion could be so awkward?

Admittedly, you went in with your hopes way too high. You guessed that seven years would be enough time for people to mature and grow out of their high school stereotypes. You guessed wrong, of course. It seemed like it was too much to assume that people could change. Perhaps being back in your old school gymnasium had regressed everyone back to their former selves. The jocks were back to being rowdy, and the queen bees were buzzing around them, hanging off their every word as if they weren't all a little too old for that behaviour.

But as much as you enjoyed rolling your eyes at them, you weren’t much different. As a former wallflower, you chose to stick close to the edge of the room, examining every other person like they were animals in a zoo. It was interesting to watch how everyone tried to big themselves up, arguing about who had the flashiest car or the hottest spouse. It was as if everyone was trying to prove how much better they were, fighting for popularity like they were seven years ago. As if any of them were any different to one another.

They weren't. 

Most of them had a dead-end job that would lead them to nowhere but an early, stress-induced grave. Some of them had kids, and they liked to pretend that their lives were better with the addition of dummies, baby formula and an extreme amount of disgusting bodily fluids. You had to disagree. The fact that they were all willing to rid themselves of their adult selves for a night, and come back to the place where everyone lived out the most confusing years of their life, said enough. Even school was better than whatever adult life had to offer.

There was one person who you had yet to see; the one you’d actually been most looking forward to speaking to again. It's not like you’d been close with him throughout high school, more so that the two of you had a mutual understanding. You’d smile at each other in the hallway, or take notes for the other when they decided to skip. Sometimes you even said hi when you sat down next to one another in class. Thinking back on it, he was probably the closest thing to a friend you had during high school, which was kind of sad.

His name was Jeon Jungkook, and you thought he was perfect. Even if he was kind of scrawny, and got shy every time a girl looked in his direction, he was still the cutest boy in school, in your eyes. The way he slid notes across to you in class to ask you questions that he thought were too silly to ask the teacher, or the way he’d nudge you with his foot if he noticed you dropping to sleep during class. Everything about him was endearing, and honestly, you’d missed him.

Your inability to make friends had carried over to adulthood, but this time you weren’t so lucky to have an ally like him out in the real world. You hated everyone at your job, and you were pretty sure they hated you too. They were chatty and bitchy and reminded you way too much of the teenage girls that used to talk about you behind your back in school. Obviously, you avoided them like the plague, trying to keep yourself to yourself, but that got lonely. Sometimes you found yourself longing for that weird kid that got you through school to come back and rescue you.

You took a sip from your drink, deciding that the only way to fully enjoy the night would be to be too drunk to remember it. Then at least you wouldn't know that you wasted a night of your life that could've been used to catch up on everything you’d been putting off for the past few weeks. Unfortunately, with how weak the drinks had been made, you were probably still sober enough to drive. That wouldn’t do at all.

As you reached out to grab another drink, a shocked silence fell over the room. Weird, you thought as you brought the second glass to your lips, pouring the mysterious liquid into your mouth. It tasted kind of funny, like a bunch of teenagers had mixed together whatever they’d found in their parent’s liquor cabinets in an attempt to get them as drunk as humanly possible in as little time as they could. It was ironic, in a way. To most of the people in the room, the drink was probably a nightmarish throwback to the high school parties that you were never cool enough to be invited to.

Finally, you decided to take interest in whatever had made to room fall so eerily quiet. That was when you spotted him, the weirdest kid in school (joint last with you) looking more beautiful than any greek or roman statue you’d ever seen. Gone was the bowl cut, replaced by soft, curly black locks that rested gracefully against his cheekbones. Even from this distance, you were sure you could see the glinting of an eyebrow piercing from under his perfectly styled hair. You were definitely sure that you could see a lip piercing, hugging the plush pink skin that you spent every night in high school dreaming about kissing.

Jungkook just stood there in the doorway, awkward as ever. It made you giggle to see the gaggle of women that were huddling around the jocks only moments prior switch their attention so fast. The men didn't seem to mind, equally stunned by the muscular man that seemed to have crashed the party. 

“Hi,” one of the prettiest of the group said, her voice soft and beautiful as she spoke, “I’m not sure I remember you. Did you go to our school?” You had to hold back the wince that was begging to come out. 

“I’m Jungkook,” he gave her a polite smile, almost as if there wasn't an intense fire burning behind his eyes. By the look on his face, you could tell he was barely keeping it together.

“I’m sorry,” for a second you thought she was apologising for the years of torture she put him through. It sounded almost sincere too, and if you didn't know her any better, you would've believed it. But before you could let yourself forget the grudge you’d been harbouring for years, she opened her mouth again, “I don't think we’ve ever met. You’re too handsome for me to have forgotten.”

Once again, Jungkook just gave her a tight-lipped smile. Although this time, he didn't have the courtesy to reply. His eyes flickered over the rest of the crowd who had begun to chatter about the handsome stranger who’d just walked into the room. In a way, you weren't surprised that no one seemed to know who he was. He would’ve looked like an entirely different person to anyone, bar you, of course. You’d spent hours upon hours trying to surreptitiously burn his features into your retinas; you’d recognise those bewildered-looking eyes anywhere.

Said eyes seemed to focus on you for little more than a second before he departed from his audience, not even muttering so much as a goodbye. The polite smile faded as soon as his back was turned to them and you had to stop yourself from giggling at the way he rolled his eyes into the back of his head. It was almost like you were a schoolgirl again, your childish heart pounding in your chest at the sight of the man you’d been waiting to see all night.

“Hi,” he waited until he was right in front of you to say anything. You were grateful for that. It made it feel more intimate, almost as if your entire school year wasn’t watching Jungkook tug you into a warm embrace. An embrace that passed a little too quickly for your liking. You hadn’t even had a chance to wrap your own arms around his extremely toned waist before he was pulling back and holding you at an arm's length. 

He studied you from head to toe, the look on his face inquisitive as his dark irises darted from side to side. It was like he was trying to engrave you into his mind, much like you’d done during school. In a way, it made you feel exposed. Weirdly, you didn't mind.

“Hi,” you finally muttered back, “It’s been a while.” 

He chuckled in response, his face lighting up with that oh-so-familiar bunny smile that he used to wear. You missed it more than you cared to admit.

“I guess it has,” The hands that rested on your shoulders felt warm, burning through the thin fabric of your dress and into the skin below, “it would’ve been even longer if I hadn’t decided to come.”

“Were you not going to?” He shook his head in response.

“Thought it would just be one big cliche,” he grunted, “although that's a little hypocritical of me, right? I mean how cliche is it for the loser to get buff after they leave school?”

“Just a little cliche,” you laughed. Even though your interactions with Jungkook in the past had mostly been wordless, talking to him like he was an old friend felt natural. You felt at home, talking to him, and with the way his body relaxed, you guessed it was the same for him. “What did make you decide to get hot?” 

He grinned as he used one hand to brush some hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. It made you shudder; your ear had always been a sensitive spot for you. You prayed that Jungkook hadn't noticed your reaction, although the smirk on his lips told you otherwise. He definitely noticed.

“You’ve always found me hot,” you assumed he was joking, but there was no laughter in his voice. His eyes were deadly serious, despite the Cheshire grin he wore. To be fair, this was the most words you’d ever said to him in your life; he probably just had a dry sense of humour that you never knew about. There was no way he knew about your long-term crush on him that had all of a sudden reignited after all these years. 

“Hotter, then,” you corrected yourself with a grin that matched his, “What made you decide to become hotter than that scrawny, nerdy guy I knew so long ago.”

He smirked, clearly pleased with your compliments. You never knew he was so arrogant. It was a complete 180 to how he had been when you knew him in school. It was hot, though. Not that everything about him wasn’t…

“Fancied a change,” he muttered before he stepped closer to you, hands still firmly on your shoulders. There was no escape from his stern gaze; no matter where you looked you could feel his eyes on your face. “And what about you?” 

“What about me?” your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it nonetheless. It was cute, reminding him of the times when you could barely say hi to him without fumbling over the simple word. Your personality really hadn't changed, he realised. 

“When did you get so hot?” As he took another step closer, his chest now only inches away from yours, you could feel his breath tickling your face. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let out a shaky breath. 

“What do you mean?” Your voice was just as shaky as your breathing. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. You were grateful for that. 

His hands remained strong on your shoulders, holding you against him with no escape. Sure, his grip was loose enough that you could put a stop to whatever this was if you wanted to. But whether it was due to your own desire to finally get close to the man, or just the desperation that was growing inside of you, you didn’t. You stayed right where he wanted you, waiting for him to pounce upon you like you were the prey to his lion. 

“Well, if I remember correctly,” one hand let go of you, only to brush against your exposed collarbones in a way that made you want him to do something about the growing wetness between your thighs. His fingers were light, only giving you the gentlest of touches across the area. You had to bite back a whimper as one finger trailed up and down the side of your neck. “You never exposed this much chest when we were younger. Not this much leg, either.”

He let out a chuckle when you finally let a small whimper slip from your plush lips. He had you right where he wanted you. Where he had been wanting you for the last few years now. 

“I always knew I made a mistake by not making you mine. I was just so shy back then, and you were just so pretty,” you could barely focus on his words, too busy trying to control yourself. It’s not like anyone else in the room was paying any attention to the two of you anymore, but you were two seconds away from begging Jungkook to stick his dick inside of you. Now that certainly would’ve brought attention to the two of you. 

“Who’d have thought that my shy little seatmate would grow up to look this good? Thick thighs, a gorgeous pair of tits, and the prettiest pink lips I think I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I really have been missing out.”

You didn’t know what to do other than suck your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down. Jungkook only chuckled, using his thumb to set it free from the vice grip you had on it. 

“I always found your shyness hot, though,” he confirmed, making sure you knew that your body wasn’t the only thing he wanted from you. “Although I guess it’s more hopelessly adorable, right?”

Did he want you to answer him? You hoped not. You didn’t really know what to say other than ‘take me to your car right now and make me scream so loud that everyone in this building knows what we’re doing,’ and for some reason, you didn’t feel like that was the right thing to say. 

“Jungkook,” you whispered once you were sure that he was, in fact, waiting for a reply. 

“Yes, Sweetheart?” 

“Please do something,” you gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster, remembering the times in school when he’d let you copy his homework every time you flashed them in his direction. Maybe you could prey on his old weakness. 

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, “I was going to see how long I could tease you, but I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.”

And with that, he let his hand grip onto yours as he started to guide you out of the gymnasium and towards the school locker rooms. For a second you wondered whether you were making a bad decision, but those thoughts didn't last long. It's not like anyone would miss the two of you, you decided as he let him tug you along. In fact, you doubted anyone would notice your absence for the rest of the night. The hot ‘stranger’, maybe, but you? Definitely not. 

As you approached the doors to the male and female locker rooms, the two of you stopped. 

“Choose, baby,” he tugged you in front of him so his chest was against your back. You could feel his abs flexing against you, and you were sure he was doing it on purpose, just to rile you up. 

“Girls,” you mumbled, letting Jungkook guide you again the moment the word slipped from your mouth.

“I agree,” he pushed the door open, which was surprisingly enough unlocked, and guided you into the dark room. “Probably smells nicer in here, right?”

You let out a snort at his comment, although it never broke through the tense atmosphere that had settled over the two of you. 

The lights were suddenly switched on and you were able to take in your surroundings. Benches lined the pink-tiled walls, and hooks hung from the walls. You remembered being in here as a teenager and hating it, but now, when it was empty, you found the room almost peaceful. 

“I was right.,” He bragged, “it smells great in here!”

“I think girls just smell better than boys.”

“True.”

For some reason, although you were a step closer to getting what you wanted, you felt more at ease. Your mind was less hazy, and your tongue was finally able to form words. It helped that Jungkook was no longer pressed up against you like he had been for the past 20 minutes, though you suspected your freedom from his grasp wouldn’t last long. 

“You always smelled perfectly nice,” you said, spinning round to face him once again. He leaned against the wall, one foot leaning up against it. You hadn’t noticed the huge boots he was wearing before, but you had to admit that they suited him. The new confident air that seemed to follow him matched the black leather perfectly. 

“Thanks, baby,” he smiled softly.

He pushed away from the wall, only to take a few steps closer to you. As we walked, he rolled the sleeves of the black shirt up, exposing a sleeve of tattoos. You felt your mouth go dry at the sight, all the moisture in your body seeming to relocate to between your thighs. 

“It really is a shame that we were both too shy to talk to each other back then,” as he shifted closer, you began to shuffle back. Step after step, your heels clicking against the cold, tile floor until you could step back no further. The wooden bench was cold against the exposed backs of your knees, making you shiver. “I can't believe I made myself wait all this time to finally have you. It’s like I’m living out my teenage dream, baby.”

“Me too, Koo,” when he reached you, he pushed you down by the shoulders until you were sitting on the bench. Your already short dress rode up even more, exposing the way the meat of your thighs spread so deliciously. 

Jungkook let out an audible groan as he watched them jiggle slightly. He thought you were pretty back then, but now he thought you were delectable. He could barely hold himself back from pouncing on you and sucking dark hickeys onto the expanse of unmarked flesh. 

“Koo,” he repeated, sounding almost as breathless as you felt, “I like that. It’s cute.” 

“Koo,” you whimpered out. Although you now knew that the puppy eyes did nothing, you still pulled them out as you let your pent-up desire fall from your tongue in waves. “Koo, I need you. Please, do something.”

It was an ego boost, he couldn’t lie. Hearing you begging for him like you did in his wet dreams was honestly a little more than he could handle. It got harder and harder for him to hold himself back, but somehow he managed. Even if it was just so he could hear your pretty whines for a little longer. 

“You’ll have to elaborate, Sweetheart,” he was evil, you thought to yourself as he bobbed down in front of you and placed the ghost of a kiss against your inner thigh. It was a sensitive enough spot for you to let out a moan, but nowhere near close enough to your throbbing pussy. “Koo doesn’t know what to do unless you tell him.”

Your words fell short as he stuck his tongue out and licked a long stripe up the warm flesh of your thigh, inching closer to your dripping core by the second. For a second, you could feel the tip of his nose brush against your clit, but it was cruelly ripped away from you before you could even register what was happening. 

You quickly gathered yourself, ready to speak once more. But you barely got a single syllable out before he fully pushed your skirt up and attached his lips to the crease of your thigh, where your skin met the seam of your baby pink panties. The groan you let out was animalistic as he sucked harshly, bringing your blood to the surface in an attempt to make the most beautiful purple mark he could muster. He never was an artist, but he was determined to make you his canvas; a beautiful symphony of sweat, spit and deep purple bruises that his lips had painted onto your body. 

He pulled away to admire his work. It looked prettier than he expected, especially with the lace of your undergarments sitting right next to it. He was almost tempted to leave your underwear on as he fucked you, but they were so pretty that he couldn’t bear to see them stained with his cum. Maybe he’d just have to keep them in a safe place; that safe place being his back pocket. 

He let his instincts take over, fingers slipping under the waistband and pulling the panties down. He muttered out praise when you lifted your hips up and let him pull them past the swell of your ass before dropping yourself down onto the bench. The impact made your thighs jiggle again, and Jungkook stopped what he was doing to mouth at one of them for a second or two. 

Finally, he tugged the panties over your feet, slipping your heels off in the process. You watched as he confiscated them, tucking them neatly away in his jeans. The smirk on his face let you know that he wasn’t going to be giving them back any time soon. Oh well; they messed up the silhouette of your dress anyway. 

“How did I know you were going to be this pretty?” He bent forwards, coming to suckle on your skin once again. Once again, it was a little too close to your core for you to ignore it completely. Your hands shot out, gripping onto his hair as if that would ground you as he sucked another deep purple hickey onto your skin. 

It wasn’t long before he pulled off with a pop and immediately turned his attention to where you wanted him most. He could see you clenching around nothing, your pussy practically begging for him to do something. But you hadn’t told him what to do yet, and so he just sat there, staring at you with an insufferable smirk on his face. 

“Koo,” you whimpered as your desperate hands tried to drag his face closer to your core, “please touch me!”

How could he resist you when you asked so nicely? So he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your swollen clit. It made your body jolt in surprise, but his large hands came to wrap around your hips and pin you down to the bench. He shuffled further forwards so his body was now in between your thighs; there was no way for you to close your legs and escape him now. 

His lips fully closed around the sensitive bud as he began to suck. The cold metal of his piecing added to the whole sensation, driving you absolutely insane. A moan escaped you as he worked, loud and pornographic and you hoped that no one was around to hear it. Jungkook chuckled against your core, never breaking away from you. The vibrations sent another wave of pleasure through you and you slammed your head back against the tile wall, eyes screwed tightly shut. 

It hurt a little but it was nothing compared to what Jungkook was making you feel. The pain soon dulled to nothing, replaced quickly by your unyielding lust for the man on his knees. He switched to using his tongue to flick against your clit and you wondered how much experience he’d had at this for him to be so good. Everything he did, you felt deep inside of you, making you writhe as much as you could in his domineering grip. 

He seemed to find your inability to sit still amusing, smiling to himself as he continued his kitten licks. Either that, or he was just particularly pleased to find himself on his knees for you. You liked the sound of the latter because, although you knew that he was in charge, he was still worshipping you. He was still on the floor giving you everything you could possibly ask for. It made you feel powerful, in a way, even if you were too far gone to do anything about it. You’d just have to let Jungkook take the lead this time; you were sure you’d have your chance again. 

All of a sudden, you felt his wet muscle probing your hole, gently stretching your walls open. He licked at you as if you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, letting out his own grunts and groans as he drank your wetness. His nose was angled so that it bumped your clit every so often, giving you enough stimulation to make you whimper, but not enough to bring you to the edge. He was sick, you thought to yourself as you tried to buck your hips up into his face. It was nothing but a desperate attempt to get more but the hands he had on your hips kept you down. 

You could feel him stretching you open on his tongue, and although you knew that it was but a fraction of his real girth, you were still a little grateful that he gave you something before the real thing. Besides, the way he moved his tongue inside of you felt strangely delightful. The way he could wriggle it, making sure that it scraped against your walls in the most intoxicating ways, made you whimper. If you could speak, you were sure that you’d be begging him for more. You were sure that your words would just be replaced by more moans, though. 

He soon switched to licking at you once more. His tongue danced against your skin in a manner that made your hands tighten in his hair until your knuckles were white. He didn’t seem to want to let up, though, powering through the feeling of your fingers against his skull. There was a determination within him to make you cum on his tongue, and he prided himself in how quickly he seemed to be pushing you to the edge. All it took was a few more seconds of well-placed licks and you were thrown into the depths of pleasure, writhing around as your orgasms rocked through your body.

After a few more seconds, he pulled away. The entire bottom of his face gleamed as the lights hit the wetness that covered his mouth and nose. You half expected him to try and wipe it away with the back of his hand, but the sharkish grin on his face let you know that he actually enjoyed being this dirty. Part of you wanted to know where that shy boy from years ago went. The one that was too shy to look you in the eyes, and blushed a deep red every time your hands accidentally brushed on the tabletop. But deep down, you knew that this was him, and it had been all along. 

“You okay, Sweetheart?” the comforting circles he rubbed onto the plush skin of your hips were such a stark contrast to what was happening only moments prior. He wanted to make sure that he was okay to continue and that you still wanted this. Of course, you did! It’d been such a long time coming that you were pretty sure you’d let him use you in any way he wanted you to, at this point. You nodded at him, but he responded with: “Tell me that you’re okay with your words.”

Just like before, you were unsure if you’d actually be able to get your words out. Your eyes were still shut and your mind was still racing with the memories of his actions from just moments ago. 

“M’good,” you mumbled. 

“That’s good, baby,” he pressed a kiss to your thigh. It was more gentle than anything he’d done all night, and it let you know that he genuinely did care for you. You weren’t just someone he’d been wanting to fuck, but someone he actually liked as a person.

“Now, baby,” he mumbled into your thigh, looking up at you through his eyelashes. Your heart skipped a beat when you realised how beautiful he looked with his pupils blown out and lust swimming through his features. “As much as I’d love to bend you over this bench right here and now, I like to think I’m a gentleman.”

“Oh, yeah?” You teased, slowly coming to your senses again. 

“Do you want to take this back to mine?” Jungkook’s hands had started to wander Firm touches mixed with gentle brushes of his fingertips all up and down your sides. It was distracting, even if it wasn’t meant to be, and you didn’t know if you’d be able to wait until you’d made it back to his. But despite how badly you needed him, the benches were much too uncomfortable to even consider getting fucked on. The last thing you wanted was to end up being bed-bound with back pain for a few days. 

So even though it pained you, in a way, you nodded at him. He responded with a grin, happy in the knowledge that you wanted this just as much as him. He stood, offering you his hand like a gentleman would. You took it, more than happy to let him guide you to his car, drive you to his, and fuck you on any surface he wanted to. You were hoping it would be the bed, but at this point, you were sure you’d take anything. 

“Lead the way, kind sir,” you smiled back at him. 

“My pleasure, Y/N.”

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[axigailxo]

accidental | jjk

—In which your boyfriend Jungkook accidentally turned you on right before bed.

pairing. jungkook x reader established relationship au

genre. implications of smut, a little fluff

w.c. 500 approx. (a drabble)

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Jungkook had to have known what he was doing to you as he traced patterns along your inner thigh when you were watching the movie, acting completely naive, as if his hand placement wasn’t suggestive.

In fact, it was so suggestive that you honestly did believe he was going to actually touch you any second. You were patient, your awaiting core aching yet patient.

But when the movie ended and he closed the laptop to snuggle further into you before shutting his eyes and letting out a sleepy yawn, you knew he didn’t have any plans to pleasure you tonight.

That brings you to right now, thigh over his and arm across his chest as your body rises and sinks with his breathing. Your core is pressed against his leg, but you resist the urge to grind yourself against him.

You pout instead, feeling incredibly needy but far too polite to disturb his half asleep state.

Maybe tomorrow, you tell yourself.

“Jagi?”

Your eyes widen like saucers, traveling like light speed to connect to his.

“Are you good?”

You didn’t realize until now how you’ve been sighing in frustration and not-so-subtly pouting for the past however many minutes.

“Yes…” you attempt to mask the lie by speaking in a ‘why wouldn’t I be?’ tone. You failed miserably. “No. Gukkie~” you rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him, “I can’t sleep.”

He swallows to cure his dry, sleepy mouth before giving you his undivided attention, attempting to stay wide awake for you.

“Why? Are you uncomfortable? You can use all of the blanket if you want -"

“No.” you interrupt, “I am uncomfy but in a different way.”

Oh.

If Jungkook wasn’t awake before, he definitely is now.

“You turned me on when you kept tracing my thigh during the movie, now I can’t make it go away…”

At first he was confused about what you were referring to, because he genuinely was just absentmindedly and lovingly touching you, it was an instinctive and inevitable habit of his, only this time he didn’t realize his placement.

“I’m sorry jagi," his tone is gentle and apologetic, a defeated huff falling past his lips. "You probably think I’m a dick. I wasn’t trying to lead you on only to go to sleep, I didn't even realize I was—“

“No, I know." You interrupt again. You're not mad, just needy. "But still… it doesn’t matter if you meant to or not because I’m still wet right now.”

Your blunt statement had him choked up, his parted lips frozen.

In an effort to bring him back to earth, you slide your hand down his chest, landing on what you assumed would be an erect bulge hidden beneath the frail material of his briefs.

“Help me get comfortable?”

He nods, words still not coming to him as he speaks with actions instead, sitting himself up against the headboard and positioning your hips to go over him and into a straddle.

“Ride it, jagi.”

~~~

A/N: had this gif for so long and rly wanted to use it so here u go heheh

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[rialikesbts]

Exploitative

CEO ! Taehyung × reader

Masterlist

You could hear shouting coming from the CEO's office as you tried to work as quietly as possible on your computer.

 

Within a few minutes, the CEO's secretary came out, huffing and puffing, tears in her eyes as she quickly walked out of the office,never to be seen again.

Yet another poor soul who faced the wrath of your demon boss.

It was nothing new. You had joined the company a few months ago and this was the fifth time the CEO changed his secretary.

He had quite the temper and attitude. Everyone was scared of him, including you. 

Kim Taehyung walked out of his office ,causing everyone to go back to their work quietly , forgetting the drama that just occurred.

He raked his eyes over the office in a bad mood .

Until he spotted you.

You looked like a cute little bunny who was trying hard to pretend that she wasn't nervous.

He could see it in your trembling fingers on the keyboard trying to get some work done.

 Such a beautiful sight. 

He thought it was cute how you were trying to look unaffected when you definitely knew that he was eyeing you.

You made all of his anger disappear and he felt happy just by looking at you. His face curved up in a smile as he went back to his office.

He finally found something which made him look forward to work in the office filled with useless employees. 

Over time Taehyung installed more cameras in the area where you worked, where you had lunch and where you conversed with other people so that he could keep track of you. He even started talking to all the other employees, behaving nicely and toning down his temper whenever he was in front of you to make a good impression. 

He started having lunch at your table with your co-workers, conversing with them like a friend and not a boss. Over time you got comfortable with him, making small talk whenever you passed by his office or when you met him at the elevator. 

It was just another day of Taehyung spying on you through his secret camera gushing at how cute you are when suddenly ,your colleague ,Choi Yeonjun walked towards your cubicle and started conversing with you.

All he could see was red.

How dare you speak to another man except him?

You were going to get punished. 

He calmed himself down and tuned into the conversation between the love of his life and the man who was going to get fired today. 

"Promise you won't tell anyone." Yeonjun said , holding out his pinky finger. 

You nodded, eager to listen to the tea he was about to spill, intertwining your pinky with his. "Promise!" 

"I'm gay".

"I knew it!" You say, excitedly and slap his arm. 

"And I have  the hots for Soobin." 

You started giggling, nudging his elbow in a teasing manner and raising your eyebrows with a sly smile and a wink. 

Taehyung relaxed hearing that Yeonjun wasn't interested in you, but he still was a man.

You should have known better than to talk or touch a man that's not him. 

The same day, Yeonjun came running to your cubicle in anger. He grabbed you by the arms and yelled furiously at you. 

"WHY DID YOU TELL HIM?? YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE! THAT HOMOPHOBIC SON OF A BITCH FIRED ME! I TRUSTED YOU!" 

"Yeonjun, what are you talking about? I didn't say a word to anyone about it!" 

"Liar! I only told you!" 

"But I really--" 

"And what are you still doing here, Yeonjun? Pack your things and go." Taehyung interrupted your conversation, hands crossed over his chest, a stern look on his face. 

Yeonjun threw you an angry glare before leaving. 

Taehyung turned to you. 

"Y/N, I have some work for you. " 

You followed him into his spacious office where he gave you some files and told you to complete them by the day. 

Sigh. Overtime once again.

And you lost a friend.

Could this day get any worse? 

You stretched your arms after doing all the work Taehyung had assigned. Everyone had left already. You stood up to grab your bag and wear your coat so you could drop the files at Taehyung's office and leave for home. 

Fortunately, Taehyung himself came to your cubicle. 

"Thank you Y/N, but I have just a little work left for you to do." 

You inwardly groaned.

Giving him a tired smile, you nodded and shrugged off your coat. 

"No no, it doesn't take a lot of time, you just have to sign here." He showed you where to sign. 

Since you were incredibly tired and it was getting really late, you just signed where he told you to. 

Taehyung gave you his signature rectangular smile." Perfect! Now let me drop you home. "

" No sir! It's fine, I can go home by myself." 

"Nonsense, I kept you so late in here.How can I let a girl go alone? Come with me." 

You had no choice but to comply. Your feet were aching and the buses might have stopped running at this time. Plus, you will get to ride in a brand new Tesla. Who are you to deny such an opportunity ? 

" Thank you sir. "

You both went down to the basement and got into his car. Taehyung had turned the AC on and the car seats were incredibly comfortable; they felt like a mattress. Topped with the immense work you did today, you felt really drowsy. 

"You can sleep if you want to, I have your address from your employee form. All the data is in my mobile, so I'll wake you up when we get to your place." 

You thanked him once again and fell asleep in a matter of seconds. 

~~~~~~~~~

You wake up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room.

You look down to see yourself covered in a silk nighty and start freaking out. 

Taehyung came in with a tray in his hands. 

" Wifey, I bought you-" 

"WHY did you bring me here?You said you knew my address. You even changed my clothes! You psychotic son of a--" 

You couldn't complete your sentence because of a bang in the room. Taehyung held a gun in his hand and had shot a hole in the ceiling.

"Why would I bring my wife to a separate house? Married couples live together. Look wifey, you even signed the marriage papers yesterday!" He says, handing you the papers from last night with your signature on them.

You thought they were for a business deal. 

He tricked you. 

And you fell for it. 

Taehyung caressed your hand, which was adorned with a beautiful and of course, an expensive diamond ring.

 Tears fell out from your sockets as you realised your mistake. Taehyung was quick to wipe them. 

"I won't ever let you go" He says, before pulling you into a passionate kiss. 

You had brought this upon yourself. 

And there was no way out. 

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[taetaespeaches]

“I wish people could hibernate.”

jimin x reader genre: fluff word count: 1.1K

a/n: Hi lovelies! One of my favorite things about watching In The Soop was watching Jimin sleep the days away. There’s something so comforting and sweet about seeing him rest like that. So this fic kind of acts as my wish for him—a cozy night with a loved one where he can just be at peace and rest. Anyways, I love Jimin and that’s what this is. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

The only light in the room was pouring out from the open closet door, Jimin having left in on after digging around for an extra blanket. The bedroom had dropped a few degrees when the snow started falling outside, covering the trees and sidewalks in a sheet of white and leaving a crispness in the air.

You watched the flakes fall outside the window, Jimin’s face nuzzled against your shoulder with the extra blanket tucked around both of your cozy forms. The moment felt so ideal, almost like a dream. “Cross your fingers,” you broke the peaceful quiet that had settled around you both.

“Hmm?” Jimin hummed in question.

“For a snow day tomorrow,” you clarified, earning an amused breathy chuckle from your boyfriend. “We could spend all day in bed.”

“Just like this?” Jimin asked, lifting his head to look at you.

Your eyes lingered on the warmth in his features as you slowly nodded. Jimin was known for his incredible stage presence, but even in bed with his hair disheveled and his eyes growing heavier, he was ethereal. You were convinced there must be a halo hanging over his head that made his presence glow. “Just like this.”

“My fingers are crossed then,” he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Oh my god, did you hear my conversation earlier?”

Giggling, you nodded, threading your fingers through your soft strands. “Parts, it was your mom, right?”

“Yes,” he groaned, only making you laugh further. “Teaching her how to use technology is so,” he cut himself off with a sigh. “I have so much patience.”

Smiling, you hummed in understanding and also amusement at his concluding statement. Jimin could be patient, but he was also notorious for his lack of it that always resulted in a good amount of sass. “What did you have to help her with?”

“Uber,” Jimin muttered into your neck, his lips probably positioned into a pout. “Since they’re coming to visit soon she wanted to download the app.”

“So all that trouble was over downloading Uber?” You questioned, Jimin chuckling as he nodded. “Just wait until she has to actually use it,” you teased, Jimin laughing against your skin before groaning at the thought.

“I don’t even want to think about it,” he complained, rolling away from you slightly to rest his head next to yours on the pillows. “I did lose my cool once,” he giggled guiltily. “Just a quick, mom! Just listen to me!”

Gasping in feigned shock, you shook your head at him. “And I was just about to commend you for all that patience too,” you spoke, the words melting into a big yawn you let slip from your mouth. The sound made Jimin snap his face towards you.

“Hey,” Jimin kissed your cheek as you attempted to bury your face in the pillows. “Dear, no, stay awake a little longer.” When you groaned in response, you could feel the way his mouth opened into a smile against the side of your face.

“Stop smiling, this isn’t fair,” you mumbled into the pillow just as Jimin lifted his face from yours. When you peeked up at him, he had his head propped up underneath his arm, that pretty smile positioned on his face. “See, that. That one, right there.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, his grin only widening as his eyes turned to crescents.

“I can’t possibly shove my face into the pillows and ignore you when I know you’re flashing that pretty smile around,” you complained through a playful glare. A breathy chuckle lightly shook Jimin’s body as he rolled onto his back.

“I just want you to stay awake a little longer,” he slightly whined. “It’s perfect outside.”

“But we’re not outside,” you teased him, watching as he shot you a quick glare.

“It’s perfect in here too,” he added, making you nod in agreement. It was. The ambiance of the weather surely added to the cozy sleepiness you and Jimin both felt, making the cuddles hit harder than usual. It felt most ideal, his soft warm legs intertwined with your own underneath the weight of the blankets.

“I wish people could hibernate,” you pouted. “We could spend the entire winter just like this.”

Wrapping his hand around your wrist, he lifted your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the center of your palm. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he exhaled in content. “Me too, Dear.” Jimin stared out the window and you took the opportunity to appreciate his side profile. The man was so stunning and alluring. His jawline enticed you to trace along its edge, leading up to plush lips that protruded in the most kissable way. His soft hair had a habit of falling into his gaze, always tempting you to run your hand through the silky strands to push it back and out of the way of those pretty eyes.

Feeling you stare at him, Jimin rolled his head towards you, immediately flashing one of those soft smiles where his eyes melted with affection. Fondness washed over you as you placed your hand on the side of his face, your thumb gently swiping back and forth over his cheek bone.

“What animals hibernate besides bears?” He asked, his grin only growing as you gave him a gleeful look.

“Um, I think hedgehogs,” you thought aloud.

“That’s cute,” he hummed. You brushed the pad of your fingertip along his face, appreciating the way his eyelashes fluttered against the pads under his eyes. Everything about him was so pretty. “Anything else?” He asked, his eyes still softly shut as he was persuaded into relaxation with your simple touch.

You thought for a moment before stumbling on another animal in your mind. “Oh! Box turtles.” The excitement in your voice coaxed Jimin’s eyes open and pulled a lighthearted giggle from him as he inched his face towards yours.

“Well, tonight,” he announced, pausing to kiss you sweetly. “We’re box turtles, Dear,” he whispered against your lips. “And if that snow day comes through for us, tomorrow too.” Brushing your fingers through his hair, pushing it from his forehead so you could see his angelic features in their fullness, you smiled before kissing him once more in a wordless agreement.

The hibernation wouldn’t last forever. But every shared moment with Jimin, no matter how fleeting, held some sort of eternity. It all had a lasting memory that you could return to just with a glimpse of his warm smile and a touch from his gentle hands. There was a sense of forever in the way you held each other close as his plush lips moved tenderly with yours and across your features. Because he was your forever. Because he loved you and you loved him. And that was eternal.

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[99liners]

I missed you a lot here 💜 good to see you back!

I've been struggling with insomnia for a while now and I keep searching for soft ASMR or drabbles to fall asleep.

I have a soft taetaeme req (☠️) yeah I'll choose the most unusual genre of man to make you write fluffy drabble for me.

Kaiho!Jungkook (oops 🥹)

I want this inhuman to be like a human even if it's for a short span of time.

maybe could you write a fluffy drabble of him being all soft for her, back hugging her in the shower while she brushes her teeth half asleep with closed eyes but she woke up just to cook for him (even tho it's a sunday)

and he kisses her and maybe rewards her with sum intense oral uwu. You obviously do add and enhance according to your ideas.

Much love

Evie 🧚🏻‍♀️

opus kaiho, drabble number 3 / tatemae series 建前:

pairing: detective!jeon jeongguk x trophy!wife reader genre: fluff, smut, marriage!au, age-gap!au (7 years). words: 3.375. (cmon guys, it's been long established that i am incapable of understanding the meaning of the word 'drabble'.) warnings: i suck at fluff so brace yourselves for the second-hand embarrassment lmao, showering together, smexy times, eating out, fingering, pussy licking, orgasm (f), kaiho!jjk accidentally walks through a portal and becomes soft for a night ahaha, js. original one-shot: kaiho part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series a/n: i am sorry love that you are having sleeping issues. i have had insomnia since middle school now and at this point i have just given up on having a sleeping routine. i really hope you can return back to your rhythm very soon! i had to physically restrain myself from writing angst ahahah xD also, if it feels like jk is not that great at pleasuring his wife, it's intentional because although i wanted to make it super fluffy for you but kaiho!jk gotta stay true to his character to some degree uwu. hope you enjoy! <3

jeongguk unlocked the front door with the personal key attached to his car keys and his desk-locker key from work. his head coming in contact with the material of the door briefly while his hands manoeuvred the lock to finally open the door as he let out a soft sigh.

he hates summers, it is brutal. while the world is enjoying summer breaks, he is working double shifts due to the sheer number of officers submitting requests for vacations.

bam greeted his owner at the doorway, sniffing jeongguk's pant legs while his tail wagged. he can always smell the faint traces of the police labrador retriever dog from his owner's work clothes.

"there's my good boy," a smile appeared on jeongguk's otherwise tired face as he scratched bam's head affectionately.

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the detective made his way inside the house, with bam on his tail, taking off his jacket and discarding it on the kitchen countertop. he was expecting to see you in the kitchen, given you usually are arranging dinner at this time. finding the space empty, he meant to walk away to the bedroom but noticed two boxes of chocolate wrapped in a ribbon. they looked like they were about to melt so jeongguk stored them in the refrigerator before finally making his way to the bedroom.

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taking off his department badge, he kept it away on the nightstand but owing to his carelessness, the badge fell to the floor in the narrow space between the bed and the nightstand. he would have picked it up but his mind was preoccupied with the sound of the shower running. barely unbuttoning his shirt, jeongguk pushed open the bathroom door with a soft nudge of his feet.

there you were, taking a cold shower to fight the summer. you were facing the shower, just letting it wash away the heat while some pop song blasted through your mobile that you had propped somehow to prevent it from touching the water.

jeongguk walked in through the crack in the shower curtains with his work trousers still on, "hey baby," his hands slowly wrapped around your waist, closing in a wrap with one hand on top of the other right above your belly button.

you wringed the water from your hair, which trailed down jeongguk's chest, before turning to him, "hi," a lump in your throat from the inactivity. it has been way too hot these days and you refuse to go out anywhere, only ever stepping out if it is an utmost necessity.

(the game of 'do i absolutely need this?' 'is it absolutely necessary for survival?' playing way too often on your mind)

earlier in the afternoon you noticed that bam's dog food had finished so you made a trip to the local supermarket with bam. you love shopping with him, because although he is a ray of sunshine but a doberman still scares the shit out of people so the annoying salesmen stationed at almost every other aisle these days with their free samples never approach you; an all-in-all peaceful shopping trip.

while you were checking out the items, at the cashier counter there were boxes of chocolates stacked with the tag 'buy 1 get 1!'. you cannot recall seeing your husband eating sugary food as much, he mostly eats meals at home and you do not really keep track of what he eats while he is at work. you would not necessarily call him a dessert person. so the debate went on for a while before you finally got one box and checked it out too. you are not sure why you bought them but you just wanted to get your husband some chocolates? what is so wrong with it? why can't you just get your husband some chocolates? :/

"you are taking an early shower today," your husband mentioned from behind you, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder, letting the shower water run over him.

"gguk, it's 1am," you mumbled, your hands coming down to rest atop his. unspoken, your bodies started swaying slightly to the tune of the song blasting through your phone as a slow song came on the shuffle.

for a brief moment he stopped moving but then continued the motion, "right. i am sorry, it's been so tiring these days. i've lost track of time. did you have dinner?"

"no." you replied with bated breath, a part of you was waiting for him to initiate something. i mean given his past nature, isn't it a given that this is going to lead to sex?

but your husband lives to surprise you. his hands never unclasped from your waist, but instead stayed firmly in place.

"you don't need to wait for me if i'm late," his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your body wash.

"it's not fun eating alone," you finally released the tension, letting your figure slump back on his.

"mhm," humming, jeongguk closed his eyes.

"hey hey hey," your sprinkled some water on his face watching him scrunch his nose up which made you chuckle, "i know you are going to fall asleep. let's go eat."

"noooo," there was a whiny tone in his voice, as he only tightened his grip when you tried to break free.

"you need to eat, don't you have duty in the morning?"

"i am going to set fire to that precinct, every time i finish some paperwork, another pile of files just get dumped on my desk."

"wow, any other pyromaniac tendencies that i should know of?"

"please let's just stay like this, just for a while," jeongguk turned you around to face him this time, to stare into your eyes as intently as he had on your wedding day while reciting his vows.

"you'll catch a cold, sick gguk is a whiny little complaining brat," you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck, your bare chest coming in contact with his.

"i don't care," he kept swaying with you, his hold around you comforting as his arms enveloped you whole like a warm shawl.

"we shouldn't waste water," you suggested once more.

"i don't care," he reiterated again. there was not a single ounce of annoyance in his voice, he seemed at peace with his face nuzzling into your neck again.

a few moments passed before you reached your hand behind your back to turn the knob off, "i got you chocolates."

"huh? why?" again, he was not annoyed, just genuinely surprised.

"what do you mean why? i can't get my husband some chocolates?!" you pulled away from the embrace, your hands propped on his chest, the vein in your forehead pulsing; ready to throw hands.

"whoa whoa whoa, baby, calm down."

"no tell me why! why can't i just get you chocolates? what's so wrong in that?" you glared daggers at him.

"you..." jeongguk let a soft chuckle, "you are so tiny and cute."

"i got you chocolates and you are going to eat them."

"won't say i'm much fond of them but i guess it won't hurt to try."

"yes, you're going to eat them and smile and say 'thank you my dear wife, you're the best. what would i possibly do without you'"

"is that so?"

"yes and then-"

he cut you off this time, "and then i will return the favour and maybe eat you out for the dessert after dessert."

you hit his chest laughing before finally breaking free of the embrace this time, "wash up, i will get dinner ready."

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"where are the chocolates?" you asked as you walked into the bedroom after warming up the dinner.

jeongguk was sprawled across the bed, his eyelids drooping down with sleep, the water from his semi-wet hair being soaked by the pillow cover, "i put them in the fridge," he yawned mid-sentence.

"well, the food's ready. let's go."

"you take out the chocolates and i will be there."

humming, you walked out to the kitchen and opened the fridge door but did not find the box anywhere. rummaging around the vegetables tray and behind the other tupperware boxes, you opened the freezer door just to be sure and lo and behold, he had put it in the freezer over the ice tray and now the packet was frozen and sticking to the ice tray.

"jeon jeongguk!" you speed-walked to the bedroom only to find him fast asleep, soft snores filling the silence in the room.

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next morning:

pressing on the volume up button, you quieted down the alarm blaring like a war horn on a beautiful sunday morning at 05:00. your husband gets early day offs on sundays but he has to clock into work early too.

putting on a headband to keep your hair away from the face, you walked to the washroom by muscle memory as your eyes were half-lidded from sleep. you reckoned if you had fallen asleep again, you might not be able to wake up on time so you pushed yourself off the bed. you squeezed the toothpaste tube on the bristles of your toothbrush, unsure if it indeed was the toothpaste or your facewash, you started brushing. your rhythm faltered every now and then as you kept falling asleep doing the mundane routine.

most mornings you wake up about half an hour before jeongguk has to leave for work. he is not a picky eater and eats whatever you put on a plate in front of him. actually, most mornings he is done making sandwiches by the time you wake up to make him something. you both then enjoy the sandwich he made as you see him off to work.

since he went to sleep last night on an empty stomach (and so did you, missy), you wanted to make him a heavy breakfast, something more than just two pieces of bread.

halfway through, you heard your alarm again and your eyes shot open. you must have snoozed your alarm instead of dismissing it and five minutes later it blared again. your brain must have lagged from the sleep because by the time you finally decided that 'oh hey i should turn off the alarm before jeongguk wakes up,' jeongguk already had woken up and appeared behind you.

"morning," he mumbled before walking inside to use the toilet.

you finally finished washing up and pat dry your face with the towel by the time your husband walked out, his eyes all scrunched up, his hand scratching an itch on his belly.

"why are you up so early?"

"to make breakfast for you," you said walking into the bedroom.

"i don't leave for like more than two hours, let's go back to sleep."

"i know," you hummed, fixing your hair.

before he could protest further and albeit successfully convince you to come back to bed, you walked to the kitchen and got the breakfast started.

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you served two bowls of naengmyeon and galbitang before returning to the cooking station to finish the last dish which you mean to pack for his lunch at work.

by the time you turned the stove off after giving it a last stir, the bibimbap was perfectly cooked. still standing there meaning to clean up, you felt jeongguk sneaking up behind you, hugging you close. this movement and position are slowly feeling so familiar to you; you can get used to this.

"who is going to eat all this?" he asked softly, placing soft kisses along the side of your neckline.

"you are," you asserted, wiping away the spills from the stovetop.

"but then what about my dessert?"

"the chocolates?"

"no, you."

your head had a whiplash with the way you turned to him.

"what? you thought i was rambling last night? i remember everything i say, baby."

"you have to go to work," shrugging, you casually mentioned the time restraint.

"it's worth to be late 'cause of that."

"get ready," elbowing him in the belly, you tried to pus him away but jeongguk was unrelenting today.

his lips were already on your soft spot, his tongue darting out to allow soft kittenish licks — you held your place but what definitely pushed you over the edge was his hand, wrapped around your lower stomach, slowly creeping down, his palm taking shape to sculpt your mound. the moment his hand came in touch with the sensitive bundle of nerves down there, your spine bent over — almost in routinely motion to such ministrations — giving way for your ass to attach snuggly and poke into his crotch area.

"your body is so soft and sensitive to my touch," your husband mentioned from behind you. he took a step back and helped guide you to the kitchen countertop on the other side of the cooking station, urging you — with soft touches and gestures of his hands to get on top of the counter. you did as he bid, getting on your knees on the counter, your ankles slightly falling off the edge but were firmly supported by jeongguk's hands which crept up the satin slip dress. it already barely covered your asscheeks, all he had to do was push it up by a few inches and he had a clear view of your panties.

"so delicious," he hummed, more to himself, as he lowered himself to come face to face with your heat. his hands which crept up to your hips moved towards the hem of your panties — hooking his fingers on either side, he slid the material down to your bent knees. a single string of arousal connected to the crotch of your panties stretched, extended to its limit and broke into thin air following that movement. jeongguk licked his lips, the corners of his mouth watering at the sight in front of him — he is hungry, both literally and figuratively.

he let his fingers massage your clitoral hood, the thin flap of skin moving in a rhythmic motion, sending incomplete jolts throughout your body. feeling the bit of arousal now on the pad of his fingers, jeongguk used his index fingers to hold the flaps open to expose the tiny nub of flesh full of nerve endings to the open air. it felt both cold and hot at the same time, making your toes twitch.

it felt like eternity but in reality it had been only mere seconds before jeongguk's tongue protruded out and flicked against your little nub, slowly at first before picking up a steady tempo — stimulating that tight bundle of nerves as they let out tension, becoming putty at your husband's expense. all this time, you held your lips tautly together, only letting escape soft hums of affirmation; 'nnngh' 'mmhm'. one of your palms was connected flat out to the marble top while the other was curled at the edge, holding on to the cold surface to maintain your balance.

jeongguk touched your vulva with the base of his tongue and slowly moved his head upwards from the bottom of your vagina to the top till the tip of his tongue passed over your clitoris. he repeated the motion a few times, breaking contact every time he reached the top and then starting over from the bottom till he started feeling the arousal now leak out on his tongue. to cover as much of your vagina, he kept his tongue relaxed, wide and flat, letting his head and neck muscles do the work while his tongue stayed unmoving. (the secret to that killer jawline.) he was able to maintain the pace for a few moments before speeding up his ministrations.

a soft 'ah' left your lips, finally verbalizing your moaning but much like female masturbation, speed only takes you over to the edge but does not bring about that much needed final release. looking forward, you glanced at the clock in the dining hall which read 06:59 and your husband has to leave by 07:30 for duty. letting your upper body lower down to the cold marble — your nipples becoming hard and sticking out in a painful stance — you let your dominant hand reach down to that little bundle of nerves and started massaging it, accompanying jeongguk's movements.

"yes, just like that," you almost regretted moaning that out because your husband quickened up his pace. you made a mental note to tell him later that just like that does not mean speed up, it always means keep that steady motion.

bursting away those thought bubbles, you let yourself drown in the overstimulation, feeling yourself reaching that edge.

"let it go baby, let me taste it all," he lapped his tongue at the arousal, making sinful noises echo throughout the walls. this time when he started over, you did not feel his tongue on your vagina next but his lips as he sucked up your clit — sucking and releasing.

"fuck," your toes curled up, eyes closed shut as your fingers picked up speed as well.

"mine mine mine, yes," he let a slap on your right asscheek.

just a bit more of his growing unsteady ministrations along with your fingers working that coiled nub and you came undone on his tongue, finally letting your upper body completely flat on the countertop, your lungs taking in the air.

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jeongguk took a quick shower and got dressed, trying to hurry up as he was going to be late.

"well what about the breakfast? i made all that for you!"

"pack it all, i will eat in the precinct."

"no you wont, i know your team will eat the most of it."

"i promise i will eat it."

"well you better, i am your wife and i made that food for you." you pointed your index finger and tapped at his chest.

"well of course you are my wife and yes that food is for me. now hurry up, baby," he gently spanked your left asscheek this time, making it even from earlier, after finishing buttoning up his shirt. you rolled your eyes walking out to the kitchen to pack the food.

jam-packing all of the food into bento boxes, you finished with keeping the box of chocolates on top of the insulated carry-on lunch bag.

jeongguk, now completely clad in his uniform, came out and took the bag from you in a hurry. well, it was 07:47 already so he was late, "bye," pecking your lips, he walked out.

after the door closed behind him, you took out last night's dinner and put it in the oven to warm it up since you still haven't eaten anything and just packed away all of the breakfast.

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it hadn't even been ten minutes when you heard your phone ringing.

"hey, what's up?"

"i left my badge at home."

"where is it?"

"i think i put it on the nightstand."

you were already in the bedroom looking for the badge by the time he mentioned it, "nope, it's not here."

"then i don't know woman, i need it."

"men," you rolled your eyes before cutting the call.

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after finishing your breakfast and retrieving the badge with the help of bam, you walked into your husband's precinct with the badge in your hand when you noticed the team gathered around jeongguk's table.

making your way over, the smell of food wafted your nostrils and you watched as the team relished the breakfast while your husband had maybe bit of it.

minjun turned after swallowing the last spoonful of the bibimbap, "oh mrs jeon, thank you so much for the breakfast. it's great!"

you gave him a close-lipped smile, blinking a few too many times before turning to your husband who took a visible gulp.

after the crowd in front of your dispersed you slammed the badge down on his table and meant to walk away, but jeongguk got a hold of your wrist.

"look i saved the chocolates for myself."

"ahha? you mean the one that i see in yoona's hand?"

jeongguk stared down at his desk in panic, his eyes searching for the box of chocolates that he had kept aside to eat later, "those sneaky bastards."

"i am never cooking for you again, jeon jeongguk."

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INCOMPETENCY - JHS

must be nice sharing an apartment with your colleague after you’ve been on his case all day for fucking up at work.

pairing — hoseok x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count — 2.7k

warnings/tags — *please note that this is all consensual. do not read if you’re uncomfortable with somnophilia* coworkers!au, roommates!au, dom!hobi, sub!reader, scolding, swearing, a hint of jealousy, explicit smut, somnophilia, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, spitting (yk saliva..), pussy slapping, finger sucking, the beginning of a blowjob

a/n: i’m so h word lmaooo!!! jackinthebox hobi hitting different 😩😩😩 part 2 maybe?

As you unlocked the door to your shared apartment, you trudged in with a scowl on your face, setting your bag down onto the table as Hoseok followed behind. Neither of you exchanged any words on the way home, and you wanted to keep it that way.

Just as Hoseok was about to lock himself in his room, you started talking, “What was going on with you today at work? You can be honest now since there’s no one else around,” you turn around to face the questioned man, arms crossed and tapping your heel against the floor.

The awkwardness was taking over. He looked back at you, rubbing the back of his neck to ease the growing heat, “Uh.. at work I get tensed up and you often make it more difficult with all the pressure.”

Hoseok looks up at you briefly, expecting to hear you throw a bunch of shit at him, but before you even got to that stage, he continued, “And then there’s that measurements system the company works with here that’s still a little difficult for my head to wrap around. I’m more used to my national standards, so it’s just weird around here.” With every word, he was growing a little more confident, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t shifting himself right now. “I would just.. greatly appreciate if you didn’t constantly pressure me, and the other employees for that matter.”

You could only scoff at his words. You weren’t that kind of colleague. You refused to be that kind of colleague. You were merely motivating them your way.. which consisted of a lot of rough language and maybe a few unsolicited, work-related threats.

You cleared your throat and took a few steps towards him. “I understand that you came from abroad, but international or not, you’re meant to know every measurement system by heart, since this company is global. It’s one of the requirements needed to get the role.” You were trying to be smart, trying to find every possible way you could one-up on him by spewing out complete bullshit at this point. “Ha, who did you fuck to get this job?”

It was a strong claim you were making, and you knew Hoseok wasn’t interested in that stuff. The guy literally lived and breathed work.

“Excuse me?” he spoke up, his tone a little more stern than before. Did you really think he was that incompetent he couldn’t get a job through normal means? That the only way he could ever be successful was by getting into someone’s pants?

It was no lie that Hoseok was a desirable man within the workplace; with him working under you, you noticed many hungry eyes that would follow him down the corridors, in the cafe, in his shared office. But you hated it, because someone would always come up to you, asking about his relationship status only because you lived with him. It was exhausting having to refuse 10 girls a day asking for his number.

“I have the required qualifications and a degree in data analysis. That’s how I got the job. I’m sorry you can’t seem to understand, but I’ll let you think what you want.”

It was clear this dilemma was no longer a professional matter. It was off the job hours, and neither of you were on company property. Did it matter how far you went with your comments?

Of course it did. Hoseok was still your friend.

He continues, “If I were to fuck anyone above me for this job, I’m pretty sure I would’ve fucked you by now.”

“I beg your pardon?” You knit your eyebrows at the lean man, seemingly mad but really, you were just trying to fight the urge to let your eyes dip down his suited body.

Hoseok merely dismisses you, turning the knob of his bedroom door, “I’ll work on it tonight and fix it by tomorrow.” And then he disappears behind the door, leaving you to stand there alone, your growing pile of insults only towering on top of one another with nowhere to go.

“I— fuck..” You groan and ball your hands into tight fists, “Fuck you, Jung Hoseok!” you shout, flipping him off with your middle finger. You didn’t know if you were cussing him out as your colleague, roommate, or friend, but all you knew was that you needed to call it a day. The day so far was stressful and exhausting enough, you didn’t need Hoseok to add more to your stress when you were literally in your own home.

You snatch your bag off the counter and storm into your room, making sure to slam the door shut extra loud (loud enough for him to hear) before throwing yourself front-first onto your bed.

For the remainder of the day, Hoseok was glued to his laptop, Excel opened on half of his screen and another tab on the other half showing him the correct measurements he should’ve used first time around. His mistakes were pretty deep, so he scrapped the whole spreadsheet and created a new one from scratch; this time ensuring he used the correct formulas and such so as to not have a repeat of this morning.

He spent hours trying to perfect it, and when he was done, he attached it to your work email address, double checking your status before actually sending it through.

Offline (5 hours)

Good. It meant he could relax a little before you got the chance to scold him for messing up again.

He finally got out of his desk and left his room, with the sole intention to get something to eat, but actually, he hadn’t heard from you since you got back. Normally you’d be screaming your head off on the phone, arguing with someone over purchase orders and invoices, but Hoseok’s ears were met with silence.

He may hate you right now, but he was still a little concerned about you, so he stopped his journey to the fridge and instead made his way to your room, noticing your bedroom door was slightly ajar and the room was dark. Forming a hook with his index finger, he’d knock on your door softly, cautious to not wake up the beast within you (he had the bitter experience of dealing with your moody attitude when you didn’t get enough sleep).

When there was no response from inside, he slowly pushed the door wide open, giving himself room to lean against the door frame as your body soon came into sight. Hoseok stared at you for a minute, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes scanned you up and down. You looked so peaceful; the complete opposite of how you were a couple hours ago and he wondered why you couldn’t be like this more often.

The prettiest.

You were fast asleep on your side, still clad in your work clothes but having already ditched your blazer on the chair by your desk. Your skin tight skirt was partly rolled up your thighs, giving him the perfect view of your pretty panties sitting between your legs and he wondered just how often you rocked up to work like that.

It wasn’t his place to judge though, nor was it his place to gravitate towards your bed, but he was doing it anyway.

“Fuck…” he curses under his breath, diverting his eyes elsewhere, but he always found them landing on you.

Before you were his superior, you were his friend and his roommate. Right now, he just wanted to deal with you.

His way.

Hoseok found himself kneeling on your mattress, his ears picking up on your steady breathing. It was almost silent but he knew you slept like a rock in general, so he had nothing to worry about.

He ran his fingertips along the curve of your body, being extremely subtle with his touch to not wake you up. He waited for you to ease up a little before hooking his finger under the hem of your skirt, pulling it up gently to bunch at your hips so he could set his palm on the flesh of your ass. With his thumb spreading you apart, he had a front row view of your soiled panties practically glued to your heat and he had to resist the urge to groan.

You had to be dreaming. You couldn’t be this wet over nothing.

Hoseok shifted your underwear to the side and almost salivated at the sight of your stripped cunt from behind, glistening in all its glory and he couldn’t wait any longer; finally closing in on the gap between you two and landing a long, needy lick against you, then running the tip of his tongue up and down between your folds until he was forced to stop.

Your legs were closing in on his face and as much as he hated the idea of it, he tore himself away to look up at you; still fast asleep, yet you’re once soft features now looked tense.

Why weren’t you waking up?

To make things a little easier for himself, he placed his hand over your hips, turning you over to lie on your back (which was too easy) so he could be met with you sound asleep; silk blouse slipping down your shoulders, all creased. Your cleavage was peeking out from under the silk material with the added hint of lace accompanying.

He cursed under his breath and diverted his attention to the mess between your legs, leaning in to place a small kiss over your clit before his tongue lapped at your folds. He didn’t miss the way your breathing had quickened and your body shuddered, and it all felt like a dream to you.

A dream you refused to wake up from.

From your bodily reactions, Hoseok could tell you were left absolutely starved. With the role you had, he doubted you had an output for your needs. Maybe he could ease some of the stress for you so he wouldn’t need to deal with your sour attitude once you wake up.

“Cute..” he mutters to himself, trailing his index finger between your legs, spreading your folds apart to blow lightly against you.

You started shifting against the bed, unknowingly edging your hips closer towards him, and it startled him for a second when his finger ‘accidentally’ dipped inside you, earning a breathless sigh from you.

Just that triggered Hoseok to latch his mouth onto your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking harshly whilst his finger disappeared inside you, enveloped nicely by your soft walls as your quiet moans filled his ears.

“Oh, God.. Hobi…”

Hobi.

Shit, it was the hottest thing he’d ever heard you say, and it drove him mad, now flattening his tongue against your drenched folds as his nose budged at your clit. His finger was pumping in and out of you at a slow pace at first, but once he added a second finger, his pace was ungodly, it left you writhing.

Hoseok licked up all the juices that continuously seeped out of you whilst your mind became a haze. The air surrounding your sleeping body grew hot within a couple minutes and suddenly this dream was feeling a little too real. You were so sensitive, and it was something your fellow roommate wasn’t expecting, and normally he’d go easy, but after the way you treated him today? Easy was not an option. Not when you were dreaming about him with your pussy all out in the open.

“More.. more, more…” you chant softly to yourself, your eyelids momentarily opening only to close shut again as soon as he forcefully gripped your hips with one hand to pull you towards his mouth, giving him the room to leisurely lick upwards as a stream of your arousal connected the both of you.

Both his digits would swim inside you, copping a feel of you clamping down on him greedily. “Like this, huh?” he questions, feeling around your tight pussy in slow circles whilst kissing at your inner thighs.

The gesture was soft enough to wake you up; eyes fluttering open to look down at your coworker with his head between your legs. He expected you to kick him in the face, but the soft pout on your lips said otherwise.

“Hoseok.. what—?”

He spat down onto your cunt, watching the glistening substance trickle down your slit before attaching his mouth around your swollen nub, forcing you to whimper. The last thing he wanted was for you to scold him and he couldn’t take you seriously in this state.

“I think we’ve established our dear Miss L/N, likes getting her pretty pussy ate, when she’s not breathing down our necks,” he teases, plunging two digits into your gaping hole and watching your body jerk at the impact. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

The satisfaction was overwhelming for you, having just woken up and still trying to adjust your sight by blinking a couple times, but did you really wanna see the mocking faces he was making at you? You already knew it was Hoseok from all the rings on his fingers glimmering from the light coming through the doorway.

“God, yes..” you breath out, adjusting your position to prop yourself up on your forearms, your eyebrows knitted together and bottom lip all swollen from how hard you were biting down on it.

“You gonna fire me for this, Y/N?” A low chuckle is heard from the pits of his throat as Hoseok withdrew his fingers from inside you, delivering a harsh smack to your oversensitive cunt, and before you could release a cry, he was lying on his side beside you with an arm propping him up, whilst the two fingers that were drenched in a mixture of saliva and slick delve into your mouth in a bid to shut you up.

You didn’t have the powers to fire him (not that you’d want to if he kept treating you like this), God knows you were shamelessly enjoying yourself.

“D’you think I’d get a promotion for this? For getting my hands on my superior and treating her desperate pussy the way it deserves to be treated?” Hoseok’s eyes lingered down to your flushed cheeks and teary eyes, pushing his fingers further into your mouth as your lips wrapped around his long digits.

You did a poor job at avoiding making a mess, drooling down the base of his fingers until the substance dripped down your chin, making it even more difficult for you to respond.

Hoseok revelled in watching you struggle. It made the blood rush to his cock faster than he anticipated and he made sure to rut himself against the side of your hips. “I’ve been up all fucking night doing some bullshit spreadsheet for you, and look where it got me,” he seethes, annoyance gripping at his tone as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, leaving you a heaving, gasping mess.

You barely had any time to catch your breath before Hoseok climbed on top of you, cupping your jaw and forcing you to look up at him.

“You gonna apologise for earlier?”

“No.” You had nothing to apologise for. Hoseok fucked up, and that was on him. You were merely disciplining him for his incompetence. If he couldn’t handle a scolding, then what the fuck was he doing in this company?

“No?” he repeats your words, now squeezing your cheeks together and leaning down to ghost his lips over your pouty ones. “I know women like you don’t just give out apologies. I’m tired of your shit, so I’ll make you apologise.”

“I don’t need to apologise to you!” You felt much more awake than you were before, and you cocked a challenging brow at him, a little startled when he climbed on top of you, fiddling with the fly of his creased dress pants so he could pull his cock out to let himself dangle above your face.

You didn’t expect him to be so… big, and it looked like Hoseok noticed the first round shock on your face and he chuckled, holding his heavy cock in his hands as he edged his bulging tip towards your lips and almost forcing himself past to watch you earnestly take his cock like he dreamed.

“Better put that mouth of yours to good use, or I’ll end up fucking you raw.”

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