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hellsslibrary · 9 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚NSFW Alphabet with Leona Kingscholar˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

DNI : minors.

!!Warnings : sub!bottom!Leona, male reader, breeding kink, tail play(?), oral, bratty behavior, toys, cockwarming, marking, very vague reference to somnophilia.

Ruggie <————«« Leona »»————> Floyd.

Savanaclaw. Leona Kingscholar.

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

He falls asleep. Did you expect another? He sleeps most of his day, it is obvious that he will fall asleep after sex, because he is especially tired than usual. Although, if he is especially kind today, he will still make sure you are satisfied. And if you're not, he might even let you fuck him while he sleeps.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your thighs. Again, what did you expect? He can sleep on them, he can sit on them, he can squeeze them like an anti-stress, he can leave hickeys and bites on them, and between them is your most delicious part. Obviously he loves it.

In himself... This is his body, yes. Especially his muscles and maybe scars. He likes to show off with them, obviously because he doesn't show them often.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He has very thick cum, I don't know why, I just have a feeling that he cums a little more than average and yes ... Heck, it's also a little more salty than usual.

He doesn't care where you end up. Because in almost all situations you will have to wash it, so washing your and his sperm is your problem only. But he still prefers when you cum inside him. He likes this feeling of fullness and warmth (literally) inside him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Well... He gets excited when he sees you angry. He is the most ordinary brat, although he is a pillow princess / pillow prince, but still. Leona loves this expression of anger or passive aggression in your voice, and especially in your eyes if you are not too emotional. It turns him on extremely, especially if you are angry with him. Although once he realizes that you are mad at him and he realizes that he will be punished later and he will probably have to do something on his own... He wants to sleep and pretend it didn't happen, it was a dream, lol.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

I think he's one of the few non-virgins. True, I doubt that he had too hectic sex life. Just a few short flings. But he fully understands what he does and how he does it... Although it seems to me that he was never at the bottom, because it hurt his pride too much earlier, and I guess it would be difficult to persuade him to become a bottom, but he equally quickly agreed as long as you weren't noisy and he liked it, but probably more due to the fact that almost always it means less work.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Fuck, it's cowgirl/reverse cowgirl! As much as he doesn't want to lift his lazy ass once again, he will still (probably) never refuse if you want him to ride you. He loves that feeling of control he has over you in these positions and it's very satisfying for him in every way.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I don't know for sure, but I think he's generally not very talkative during sex. Although if he talked more, he would lean towards the more humorous side due to his love of teasing and pissing you off.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn't really care about his hair there, but since he's a prince (there's a pubic hair etiquette, no kidding), he shaves it off from time to time when it grows to a certain length and starts prickling his skin. The color of the carpet is exactly the same as on the drapes, although they are much more curly on the carpet.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's surprisingly romantic. Although he will never admit it and will not openly show it. But he loves to hug you, his tail wraps around some part of your body unconsciously, he loves light kisses and all that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it often, like really often. True, he probably does this out of boredom and before going to bed (which is exactly a dream, not a nap). He just puts his hand in his underpants, pulling out his cock, quickly masturbates and falls asleep satisfied (having cleaned before that of course ... Well, more precisely, after wiping his hand and cock, yes).

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Well... Breeding kink? You can't stop me from saying this every fucking time. I just want to fertilize them. Ahem, ahem, what are we talking about? He just wants your cum in him as he sighs sweetly as you keep filling him up over and over again. Cockwarming. He probably sleeps with your cock inside him from time to time, so it's not surprising. Um, I would say markings? Like... He's very possessive. So after having sex with him, you will be walking around with hickeys / bites, possibly bruises and scratches from his hands all over your body.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He doesn't care. You can take him anywhere you want, and he'll make you take him anywhere he wants (although he won't insist if you're uncomfortable, of course). But the comfortable bed is his favorite place, it's obvious.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He is surprisingly very easily aroused. Any careless touch or phrase from you can cause a sudden excitement in him (but not a boner yet). So if you push it a little further and keep pushing it, it will definitely pull you into some closet.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

First, of course, never, I repeat never, do not somehow indicate his royal origin. I don't think I need to explain why. And secondly, do not pay much attention to someone else, especially to some particular dragon fae, besides him, he is extremely jealous.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Definitely receive. He loves to lie on his back while you suck him off/eat him out. So he will just put his hand on your head and whisper praises and some nice words to you.

I believe he is also quite willing to please you if you wish, although he will certainly grumble before doing so, but will do so without argument. And he's extremely good at blowjob, I guess I should mention that, so I guess you can consider those rare moments as a reward.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Something slow but rough. Deep, sharp, but rare thrusts, yes. He loves that rare pace where you slowly come out and then abruptly insert your entire length, poking into his prostate, which is why he is always grabbing for something.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Yes, he's all for it. He sees no reason why not. Although obviously loves regular sex more. But you often have quickies since he's a very busy person actually, apparently sleeping somewhere in the Botanical Garden right now.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Well... Yes, he is quite yes. While he'll probably act proud if you suggest something too perverted for his taste, he's easily broken by saying something like "Afraid?"

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He has too much stamina, like really huge. 15-22 rounds? Kind of, yes. He has an impossibly high libido, and his stamina makes it even more unbearable, although pleasant, of course.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a couple of dildos, but nothing more than that. He just sometimes uses them to make it easier or vice versa to complicate his task to finish. Although he will use anything if you offer it to him, whether on himself or on you.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

He hates when you tease him, he's so damn impatient and he'll get so annoying even though it hasn't even been five minutes if you do. But at the same time, he loves to tease you by riding you more slowly or faster, depending on the situation, moving his fingers/toys around some parts of your body and so on.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Like 1/10, he's the quietest in all of Twisted Wonderland, I guess. Kind of true, just low sighs and maybe lowing, but nothing too loud. It takes a hell of a lot of work to make him seriously moan, imp.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

He loves when you pull his tail. Gently, of course. But he loves it when you fuck him and tug on his tail as he wags in pleasure quickly and impulsively, coiling around your arm and wrist.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

He has a great body! Muscular, polished, but at the same time slender! A few scars here and there too. His cock... 7 inches somewhere/17,7 cm. His cock is circumcised and he is slightly tilted forward.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Incredibly strong and high libido. He wants you every nanosecond and your cock in him. He wants you always, everywhere, regardless of circumstances, time, people and nothing at all.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

Very easy. He falls asleep almost immediately. You can turn away for a couple of seconds and then hear him snort and softly snore when you find that he is sleeping again and you have to wash him again lol.

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Kiss it Better (II)

Pairing: Bodyguard! Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Au: Bodyguard au.

Summary: You know you shouldn’t be falling for Jungkook, the man who’s in charge of your security. But you can’t help it. You have already fallen for him. The fact that you know he doesn’t feel the same for you, makes things all the more difficult.

Word Count: 5K+

Warnings: Curse words.

A/N: I know I said this would have smut but while writing, it didn’t feel natural to me write it, considering the situation? So maybe I’ll write a smut drabble for them later? 😉

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Part One

Jungkook looks at your sleeping form and sighs.

He feels...weird. Bad weird.

To begin with is the fact that he was supposed to follow you closely and be nearby, such that you would always be in his range of vision. But, he was late. He can argue with his conscience and say that it's not his fault because you intentionally left behind the phone that his team tracks, but he does not. Simply, because it's not about why he was late, it's the fact that he was late.

He does not want to imagine what could have happened had he been late by a few more minutes.

The thought makes him look at you again, needing the reassurance that you are safe and right next to him.

However, when he takes notice of the small frown that's etched on your face, it makes him mirror your expression.

He thinks you must have been extremely terrified, for you to have that expression even while you're sleeping. It's a frown that tells him, that whatever thoughts or feelings you were having before falling asleep, weren't the nicest.

It makes him itch to comfort you, in any way he can.

But he can't.

It's not his place to do so. He's simply your bodyguard, after all.

For the time being, he finds solace in the thought that you're safe and do not have any severe injury.

That's something he knew from the very first moment he saw you, in the alley. In his career, he's had all sorts of injuries and knows how much an injury can hurt just by looking at it. It works the other way as well. He can look at a person and tell by their physical posture and expression, whether they are hurting somewhere or not.

He could tell that you were not hurting. Physically, at least. However, the bruises on your neck from how tightly the man gripped you, didn't escape his eyes.

He's glad that those were the only harm the man could do. But at the same time, he saw red when he saw you visibly shiver at the man's words. He could sense how scared you were.

Which is why he wanted to make sure that the man was taken away. He wanted to see it for himself. He also, hoped that you being there and witnessing the guy being taken away, provided some sort of security and comfort to you, as well.

He's not sure if it has had the desired effect, though. He wants to ask you what would make you feel better and if there's anything he can do for you to feel better. But again, it's not his place to do so. Especially, when you expressed just a few minutes ago how you feel suffocated by his presence around you. It's reasonable, he thinks. He knows he'd feel suffocated too if he were in your place.

But he still wants to be with you. He still wants to make sure that you're okay. He wants you to feel that you're safe because he's there. Which is why, even when he was supposed to accompany his team to investigate the man, he chose to accompany you instead. Because he wanted to.

It's odd for him to behave and feel this way. He can't remember the last time he felt this intense level of love and care for someone. With his job and his profession, he always needs to be on guard. He never has time for feelings.

But you broke every single guard of his.

He's aware that he should not be feeling this way. Not when your father is his employer. Not when he's your bodyguard. Not when you feel suffocated because of him.

The car halting causes him to glance out and he realises that the two of you have reached your destination.

His eyes then move back to your sleeping form and he gently calls your name in hopes that you'll wake up. And thankfully, you do. You slowly open your eyes and blink a few times.

"We are here," Jungkook says to you, keeping his voice as soft as he can.

A nod is what he receives from you as you yawn. Jungkook opens his door and steps out of the car. Getting to your side, he opens the door for you.

You step out, your eyes still bleary from sleep. Muttering a small thank you to him, you walk towards the entrance with slow steps.

Jungkook knows this is it. He's supposed to accompany you to your apartment and then, he's off. He can't stay with you even if he wants to.

He keeps his expressions blank, or at least hopes that it is blank, on the elevator. Soon, you both find yourself in front of your apartment and Jungkook is about to bid goodbye but before he can get the words out of his mouth, you say exactly what he had desperately wanted to hear.

"Can you please, stay?"

Jungkook doesn't question why. Doesn't mention it would be inappropriate. Doesn't say anything he would have usually said in response to your words.

Instead, he simply nods and as you move away from the entrance, he walks in.

He just wants to make sure you're okay.

"Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?" He queries when the lights have been switched on.

"I thought we were ordering ice cream?" You reply with a question of your own.

"If that's what you'd prefer," he shrugs to let you know that he's okay with whatever it is that you want to order. He takes out his phone to search for your favourite shop.

"Order one mint chocolate and one chocolate," you say before he types away the order.

"Huh?" He looks up from the screen to frown at you in confusion.

"Mint chocolate for me and chocolate for you," you look away in nevrousness and miss the slightly perplexed look Jungkook shoots your way.

However, he decides that he does not want to go into technicalities today. Ordering the two flavours of ice cream, he moves to the kitchen to arrange the bowls and spoons.

Jungkook doesn't query about how you know his favourite ice cream flavour, even though he really wants to.

The two of you sit side by side on your couch, watching some random Netflix show with ice cream tubs in hand. It is quiet but it is comforting. His presence is comforting.

However, soon the silence is broken by Jungkook's phone ringing.

He apologises for the disruption before looking at his screen to check who could be calling at this hour. When he takes notice of the name on his screen, he politely excuses himself and heads for the balcony.

You don't pay much mind to it. You know it must have been something related to work.

But what if it's his girlfriend? A voice quips.

The thought causes your stomach to churn but you honestly don't have the energy to play the what-if game. It hurts to think that he might already have committed himself to someone else and that you have zero chance. But for tonight, you try not to dwell in it too much.

You just need him to be with you. Even if he's simply staying just because he's your bodyguard.

The squeaking sound of the balcony door opening catches your attention as Jungkook walks in.

He looks a little hesitant before he starts to speak. "The man is currently going through investigation. They'd like for you to be present via video so that if he lies, you can call him out on the spot but he won't be able to see you and he won't know that you are present, either."

"Although, if you feel uncomfortable doing so, you don't have to."

You let yourself think for a little while. Do you want to be there while he's being interrogated? The feeling that comes up when his face appears in your mind, isn't the nicest. But then you want to ask him your own set of questions, want to know what he has to say and most importantly why he did what he did.

You glance to meet Jungkook's gaze and you're caught off guard by the worry you see in them. Fuck, are you acting so miserable that even at home where there are no potential threats, he's feeling worried?

The thought makes you feel angry and you straighten your posture and try to look devoid of any emotion as you open your mouth to speak. "I want to be there while he's being interrogated."

Jungkook nods and with a worried frown on his face, types away the affirmative response.

"Why did you intend to hurt Miss Y/L/N?" Officer Kim asks in a stiff voice, which somehow manages to sound intimidating even through the screen.

The man, however, seems unbothered as he sneers. "She is the easiest way to get to her father. Hurt her and you will hurt him."

"Why did you intend to hurt her father?"

The man laughs like a maniac. A laugh you realise you don't recognise. You had heard him laugh before, but back then, it seemed sweet and genuine. Now it only makes you squirm in your seat in discomfort.

"It's because of that son of a bastard that we went bankrupt."

"Elaborate."

You see the effect the question has on him. His smug, cocky expression changes into that of anger and the scowl that appears on his face, causes goosebumps on his face.

"My father used to be one of the shareholders in that bastard's company. He was well respected and had a name of his own. But soon, it all came to light. They caught on to the fact that my father had been taking a percentage of the company's money and was using it for developing his own company. When word got out, he was fired in the blink of an eye." His eyes flare with anger. "It's because of that bastard and his stupid company that we are suffering now."

You want to scream. Want to knock some sense into the guy and tell him that it's not your father's fault for firing someone who was transferring money illegally. But then you can't really do that.

"Is it just you or are there other people involved with you?"

"Just me," he smirks as if it's something to be proud of.

"No one in the club was involved with you?"

"No," he replies in the same smug manner.

"You came up with the whole plan of pretending to be interested in her and taking her on a date, all by yourself?"

The man snorts.

"Date," he says in a mocking tone. "All she did was whine about that stupid bodyguard of her's."

All colour drains from your face. You have no idea where this is going.

"Jungkook this, Jungkook that, Jungkook doesn't care for me all that fucking bullshit."

You don't like where this is going.

Any other time, you'd have called him out because your voice is not that high-pitched. But at the moment, you're too busy drowning in your humiliation.

You're never getting drunk again.

"She was trying to use me as a distraction from that man. She was such a whiny bitch, god knows I was this close to snapping at her and letting my efforts go to vain."

You don't hear what else he has to say and get up hurriedly, ignoring Jungkook and his presence entirely. You pay no attention to your surroundings and beeline towards your bedroom.

You shut the door and sit on your bed to process what the fuck just happened.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now Jungkook must have figured it out and you just feel so embarrassed about it. How are you going to face him now? How are you going to pretend that everything is fine? Even worse, what if Jungkook pretends that none of this ever happened? But then what will you do if he acknowledges your feelings, only to turn you down?

Your brain clouds with anxious thoughts but unfortunately you don't get enough time to calm yourself down when you hear the door of your room open.

"Please don't–" you say but Jungkook doesn't listen as the sound of his feet pattering against the floor gives away the fact that he is not willing to heed your request.

"Are you okay?"

His gentle tone surprises you. You have never heard him speak in that tone. The realisation only makes you hug your pillow closer to your chest and you hide your face inside the covers.

He must be pitying you.

"Just don't talk to me. I don't need your pity. I have already been humiliated enough, just get away." You grumble, unable to hide the anger you're feeling.

Much to your dismay, you feel the bed dip, indicating that he must be sitting on your bed, now.

"Do you think me going away will make you feel better?"

You don't reply. Because you don't have an answer to his question. A part of you wants to never see Jungkook again because it reminds you of how you got exposed when you had already made up your mind to never let your feelings see the daylight. The other part of you wants to pull him close and wants to bury your face in his chest.

But what are you to do when the latter seems the only choice? When you feel and believe that you won't ever get to bask in Jungkook's comfort the way you want to? Well, your frustration grows. As a result of which, the idea of being away from Jungkook seems ideal. If he is out of sight, you possibly won't have this intense urge to pull him close.

There are a few moments of silence where neither of you speak. You think that maybe he has given up and you're about to finally let the tears fall when he speaks again, crushing all your hopes of getting some alone time.

"I do care about you, you know?" His voice is shaky. The kind of shaky where he seems unsure whether it's the right thing to say or not. The kind of tone that gives away that he is feeling nervous.

But your mind is too clouded with emotions to take notice of that.

Yeah, sure, but only as a client because it is your job to protect me. The petty voice in your head mutters and you are this close to uttering the words but instead, you let out a scoff. However, seconds later you come to regret your decision for your scoff is a clear giveaway of the fact that you're listening to his words and are very much reacting to them.

Jungkook, on the other hand, does not like the way you scoffed. It's almost as if you don't believe him. But what's there to not believe?

"Will you please look at me?" He mutters and this time he sounds a little more sure. If he were to be honest, he does not know where he is getting all this courage from, when he has been so scared of crossing any boundaries with you. And he is pretty sure, sitting on your bed, when you had clearly expressed that you'd like for him to leave, definitely crosses some boundaries.

All he knows is that the moment, he learnt how you think he feels about you, he felt completely uneasy. He just knew that he had to go after you. Although, he didn't know what comes after that. But now, that you seem so unwilling to talk to him, his heart aches and he just wants to know what he ever did for you to give him this sort of reaction.

You don't move an inch.

"I'm not moving from here until you talk to me." He declares, hoping you'd take notice of his tone and understand that he's being damn serious.

Still no response.

"Miss Y/L/N, you need to rest–"

Something about him addressing you with that title when you had repeatedly told him that it was okay to call you by your name, makes you snap.

"Why the fuck are you here, pretending to care?" You say, now sitting up straight on your bed with your voice heavily laced with anger, frustration, annoyance and hurt.

Jungkook is taken aback by your sudden outburst. After you refusing to give him any sort of response, this reaction was not what he was expecting.

He recomposes himself and stares at you softly. "I'm not pretending anything, I do care about you–"

"As a client, I know," you cut him off. You are just so not in the mood for this bullshit.

Jungkook looks away from you and there's a look of conflict on his face that confirms everything you already know.

"Just go," you whisper, wanting to be alone with your bruised ego and in the mood of having a good cry to release your pent-up frustrations.

Jungkook hesitates.

Don't get him wrong. His hesitation is not about whether he should follow your words or not. Because there's no way, he is leaving your room without having a proper conversation with you. What he does hesitate about is whether it would be okay to take a hold of your arms to move them away so that he can get a view of your face. And so that, hopefully, you see the genuineness in his efforts and somehow trust him to be vulnerable with, for once.

He does not like how frustrated you look. He hates to think that he is the reason behind it, although how he has no idea.

Going against himself and his brain which screams at him, about how this is wrong and how you can have him fired, his fingers curl around your elbow.

But you're as stubborn as he knows you to be. You move away from him and angle your body in the other direction.

He sighs in dejection and can't help the panic that shoots through him. However, he relaxes a bit when he notices that you're unbothered and don't seem uncomfortable at his attempt of moving your arms away.

"Y/N, just talk to me, please." He begs.

His tone is what catches you off guard and makes you look up at him out of pure curiosity. Because never did you think that Jeon Jungkook could sound like that. It's as if your brain wants to make sure that it's the same Jungkook you know, who's now speaking to you in that tone. A tone which makes him sound desperate and dare you say….human?

You have seen Jungkook behave and be like himself with others when he's off duty. But never with you, because he only ever spends time with you when he's on duty.

When you do lock eyes with him, you see the earnestness in them and find your resolve crumbling just in the slightest. How can it not when for the first time, his doe eyes, seem soft and easy to read? They no longer appear to be hard and guarded. Moreover, his eyes are swirling with emotions and it leaves you speechless to think that you might have been the cause of that.

"I don't think you'd like what I have to say," you whisper, more to yourself than to him but Jungkook manages to hear every word crystal clear.

"Let me be the judge of that." He responds to your words without missing a beat. He knows, that whatever it might be can't be worse than you ignoring him.

"What exactly do you want to know?" You query, just to get an idea of what he thinks is going on. Does he think you have feelings for him? Or does he think you were just complaining about him as a bodyguard for not respecting your personal space?

Jungkook looks down and chews on his lips. He does not know how to phrase what exactly he wants to say. He wants to know why you think of him the way you do. But then wouldn't it be too straightforward of a question? Technically, you can have whatsoever personal opinions about your bodyguard. He cannot ask you about it, can he?

Hence, he opts for the safer option. Something, which he thinks, will gradually lead to having the conversation he wants to have.

"I just find it odd that you'd be talking about me of all people and that too with the guy you were on a date with."

Your stomach fills with dread as soon as the words are out of his mouth. This was the question you expected yet hoped that he wouldn't ask. A part of you wants to go back to not responding to his words but the other, much larger, part of you wants to be honest. Because he was being genuine and you have never seen him like this.

"Can you not think of a reason why I could have done that?" You mumble, feeling incredibly nervous. If you could run away, you would but then you probably won't be able to do that either, considering how stiff you feel. Your legs might just be frozen, who knows?

"Did I do something that had you annoyed?" He throws in his assumption. That's the only thing he can think of at the moment, that would have you thinking that he does not care for you. Maybe you thought that him following you around and not leaving you alone as you had expressed you'd like to be, meant that he did not care for you.

"I mean of course, but that is not it." You say, but much to your surprise, the corners of your lips quirk up. He still thinks that you find his presence annoying huh? "Think of some other reason."

There's one that comes to Jungkook's mind but he immediately shoots it down, because there's no way.

Jungkook's eyes widen when another possibility comes to his mind. Maybe Jimin told you all that?

Jimin is a part of your security team and he had always had a hunch about Jungkook's feelings. When Jimin had queried him about it, he had denied it and shot down the idea immediately. He remembers his words being a little harsh but that's because he was so caught off guard. He thought he was doing an excellent job at hiding his feelings but at Jimin's query, he felt threatened and exposed. No matter how much of a sweet guy he knows Jimin to be, he couldn't risk anyone knowing.

However, it doesn't help that Jimin and you are friends.

"Did someone say something about me to you?" His voice comes out in a rush.

You huff, a bit amused at his inability to figure it out by himself. But then you notice how his doe eyes are now wide in panic and although you do not know why he could be panicking, you don't like the idea of him being under stress. "Jungkook, people usually talk like that about their ex but you're not my ex so do the maths."

Instant relief courses through his veins because you did not even frown at his previous question, which means it's not about Jimin blabbering stuff. But his relief soon turns into confusion. If not that then what else could have you saying such stuff about him?

Unbeknownst to him, a pout appears on his lips.

Jungkook is pouting! Is this some parallel universe???? Your mind screams at you, wondering what the fuck are you witnessing.

And if that's not enough he mumbles, "I'm not good at maths."

You can't help the snort that escapes you at his poor attempt at cracking a joke. But as soon as that thought comes to your mind, a much more important realisation dawns upon you. Jungkook just cracked a joke in your presence! When that sinks in, your mouth parts in shock. It doesn't help that there's a tiny little smile that plays on Jungkook's lips and by the looks of it, it's you, he's smiling at.

Let's rewind. Shall we? First, Jungkook pouted. Second, he cracked a joke (a poor one, but still a joke). Third, he is smiling at you. Not one of those 'I'm-your-bodyguard-and-it's-too-serious-of-a-job-for-me-to-smile-genuinely" smiles. It's the smile that you recognise to be Jungkook's. Not that of Jeon Jungkook's, who's your bodyguard.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asks, keeping his tone gentle, noticing that your posture is not as stiff as before.

Wanting to just bask in the moment, you don't reply to him. Instead, you find your guard lowering. Maybe this is what you wanted. An opportunity where Jungkook looks like someone you can be vulnerable with and someone you can confess to. Someone who talks to you as you, and not as a client.

"Jungkook," you say, a bit nervous but also with the understanding that you don't know when you'll feel this comfortable with him, again. "I like you."

Jungkook's world stops when he hears the words leave your mouth. A part of his brain even chastises him for ignoring when the thought, that you might, just might, return his feelings, had popped up.

But now that you have confirmed it and are looking at him like that, Jungkook finds himself being speechless because what the fuck.

The expression on Jungkook's face causes you to chortle.

You had imagined Jungkook being very stoic and professional to your confession. But this is way more adorable than anything you could have ever imagined.

He looks like a kid who's been told that Santa isn't real. But instead of being heartbroken, he looks like the kid who still hasn't processed it yet, and is in shock.

Your laughter causes Jungkook to break out of his thoughts. He tries to speak but his mind has gone completely blank.

"It's okay. I know you don't feel the same," you say with a tender smile because although it hurts, you do feel lighter and somehow find yourself being happy that his reaction isn't as heartbreaking as you'd thought it'd be.

He blinks repetitively as his brain's engine starts, again.

"What the fuck do you mean by I don't feel the same? I've liked you for so long." He exclaims, the moment, your words register.

Now it's your brain which stops working. But when the gravity of his words sinks in, your first reaction is that of denial.

"That can't be true," you whisper, shaking your head.

"What do you mean by that can't be true?" He asks immediately, not understanding where you're coming from.

You let out a breath. "Jungkook, I've spent so much time with you. Never have you behaved like someone who likes me. You have always made sure to remind me that I'm nothing but a client to you."

He sighs, frowning to himself and hating the idea of making you feel like that when you mean so much more to him. "I know I did that. But that's only because I didn't think I had any right to harbour these feelings for you. Especially because I thought that they were unreciprocated. I was always so scared of letting my guard down and letting you have even a small glimpse of my feelings because I thought it'd make you uncomfortable and then you would fire me."

You stay quiet for a moment too long, making Jungkook feel anxious. But then you don't know what to say. After telling yourself what you have, for so long, it's hard to believe in a completely different narration.

"So….you're telling me that all this time, you have felt the same for me?" Those are the words you utter after your mind runs out of logic.

"Yes," he nods with a tiny, sheepish smile on his face that does nothing to hide the fact that he is both anxious and shy at the same time.

"Wow," you say in a whisper with your eyes now wide open.

He groans and brings his hands to run them on his face. "Can you please, tell me what you're thinking? This is scaring the shit out of me."

Your body screams at you to wrap him in a hug to chase his anxiety away. But you're still lingering in disbelief.

"You really like me? As in a romantic way?"

He nods. "More than you can ever imagine."

"Kiss me." The words are out of your mouth before you can think your words through. But astonishingly, that is the only thing you could think of. Because for months, you have imagined what it would feel like to be kissing him and to get to know how those pink lips taste. Now that he admits to having feelings for you, your mind automatically narrows down to finally, finally, getting to kiss him and perhaps, the feeling of his lips is what you need to accept that he does like you the way he claims.

Although that's the last thing Jungkook had expected you to say, he isn't complaining at all. He had secretly dreamed of this for so long.

Inching closer to you, his nose touches yours and he watches in awe as your eyes close in anticipation. The moment his lips crash with yours it's like a huge wave of relief courses through the both of you.

It starts out gentle with both of you tasting the waters and letting your lips mould against each other softly but once they get a little familiar, it turns into a heavy make out session.

As the both of you develop a steady pace and lose yourself in each other, your hands become needier as they roam on his firm chest to get a good feel of his abs. From there, you slowly find your hands moving towards his hair and your tongue lightly teasing Jungkook's bottom lip.

Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath when he feels your tongue grazing against his lip. Fuck, he can't believe this. He opens his mouth and the moment he lets you in, your tongue finds his and he groans into your mouth at how good this feels.

The spell is, however, broken when his palm that was resting on your cheek, glides down a little to hold you by your neck.

"Ouch," you can't help but wince.

Jungkook's eyes snap open at the sound. His brows furrow in confusion before he realises that, mistakenly, he had placed his fingers against the bruise on your neck.

"That fucker," he spits with gritted teeth. The sight of your bruised skin, makes his blood boil and he feels the same anger he felt when he was in the car with you.

"It doesn't hurt that bad," you try to say softly, but your voice comes out uneven due to your breathless state from all the kissing.

Your words have nearly zero effect on the hard frown that is now on his face. So, you gently wipe away the remnant saliva from his lips, hoping that your touch would distract him from the events that transpired a few hours ago.

"That doesn't matter, he hurt you." He grumbles, with an expression that you recognise as disappointment. He is disappointed with himself.

The fact that he feels that way does not sit right with you. After all, it was your fault that you went on the date.

"It's okay, I'm pretty sure it's my fault," before he can retort, you shush him. "However, if you want, you can always kiss it better."

Jungkook takes notice of the mischievous glint in your eyes and finds himself relaxing. He still hates how that man put his hands on you and how he couldn't reach in time. But right now, he wants to enjoy this moment. He wants to forget about everything else and solely focus on you.

Which is why he lets it go.

"Now how can I say no to that?" He replies, with a gentle smirk on his face, which somehow radiates both charm and affection.

A shiver runs down your spine when his lips make contact with your skin and warmth spreads through your whole body when you feel how gentle he is being. His kisses are feather-light so that they don't hurt you. His kisses also happen to be wet, which subsequently, makes you wet.

You moan softly and that sound is enough to have Jungkook's dick twitching in his pants and that's how he knows that he needs to stop before things get any more heated.

Leaving a few more wet kisses he slowly withdraws and when he does, you open your eyes and whine.

Jungkook chuckles at your protest and pecks your lips softly as compensation. "Love, you should take some rest. Today has been a lot for you."

You sigh with a smile but nevertheless, agree with him. "I love how today ended though."

Jungkook can't help but agree. Despite how things started, they ended well and that's all Jungkook could ask for. "I could have never imagined that today would take such a turn."

You hum with a love fool smile on your face. You just can't seem to be able to move your eyes away from his. How can someone be so beautiful?

You take his hand in yours and slot your fingers against his. "Stay the night."

Jungkook's heart skips a beat at your words. Fuck, he's not sure if he'll survive this.

You coo as you notice his cheeks turning red. "Awww, are you blushing? Who would have thought?"

His cheeks get even warmer at being called out. "Are you sure I won't be suffocating you?" He asks with squinted eyes.

"Well, I am a cuddler so chances are I would be the one suffocating you," you pout. "But then, I also never actually felt suffocated by you, so there's no way I would feel suffocated."

"Oh?" Although Jungkook had asked the previous question just to tease you, he feels hugely relieved at your words and is glad to know that his presence isn't suffocating for you.

"Uh uhm, I was too busy making heart eyes at you to ever feel anything else." You say and take an intense amount of pleasure when your words have the desired effect. Jungkook is blushing again. Who knew Jeon Jungkook would be the blushing type?

"Th-That's good to know," he stutters and you find yourself being on the verge of cooing again. "I should go and change by the way."

You chuckle at his adorableness as he gets up in a haste and fumbles his way to the bathroom. How can you miss the chance to tease him one last time before the door closes, though?

"I will tell you more about my 'making-hopeless-heart-eyes' days, once you're out."

The door slams shut in response and you bury your face in a pillow and giggle like a fool.

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freekymonstr · 2 years

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I don’t know if you take writing requests on here too, but if you would do a short thing about Upsilon being too cold (lubricant in joints getting all gummy and stuff) so just grabbing a human and putting them on his chest/in his lap where they fall asleep there, I would owe you my soul

It was an abysmally cold day. The sky was gray and had been spitting snow since early that morning. Snow and ice covered near everything outside. It was certainly a good day to stay inside.

The house was old. Despite the group having fixed it up much better than it was before one could still feel the icy air near the windows and doors, and the rooms farther from the center of the house remained rather chilly.

Most everyone was gathered in the living room laughing and doing who knew what. The fireplace was crackling warmly and, much to Upsilon's dislike, they also had the kerosene heater in there. But he couldn't join them, or rather wouldn't join them. Work didn't stop just because the weather changed. He imagined Alpha was probably feeling much of the same and was off somewhere else in the house doing his own work. He wondered, though, how he was staying warm enough to continue functioning at full capacity. Even now Upsilon could feel his joints beginning to grind with each movement, which overall had slowed rather significantly. He'd rather die than ask someone to bring him anything to help. If he froze to death here at least it was doing what he was supposed to.

As the hours passed and the sky darkened it only continued to get colder. Upsilon could feel the sting of his lubricant getting far, far too cold, thickening and sticking in every way it absolutely shouldn't. Possible problem. Definite problem. His tubes would crack and eventually burst if the lubricant froze, resulting in a very difficult repair during which he would be completely inactive.

He ground his teeth, mulling over his options. All in all, well, he needed help. NOT from any of the other droids, though. He wasn't that desperate.

Upsilon sent a message to the human. Short and to the point, not letting onto the fact that another hour in that room would see a quick end to him.

> Pissbot 9000: I need you to come to my office for assistance. Bring a blanket, it's colder back here.

> Pissbot 9000: Why is my name Pissbot 9000?

> Pissbot 9000: Never mind. Just come quickly.

It was extremely rare that they got a message from Pissb- Upsilon, having forgotten that they and Delta had jokingly changed his name months ago. Even rarer was Upsilon not only asking for help, but from a human, of all things. Them. It must have been serious.

The human was quick to crawl out of their pile of laughing and joking androids, handing their controller over to Gamma. "Take over for me. Don't let me lose."

"Gotcha, babes."

They grabbed one of the blankets thrown over the arm of the couch and headed to Upsilon. He wasn't lying, it was much colder in the rest of the house than the living room.

"Come in," Upsilon called from behind the door after they knocked. Weird, usually he comes to open the door. They wrapped the blanket around themself with a shiver and opened the door.

Upsilon sat at his desk as usual. They padded over to him just as he stood, only furthering their confusion. His movements weren't smooth, slightly jerky, and they could hear the joints clicking quietly as they stuck and unstuck. "Are you okay?" They asked.

"I'm fine. I simply let myself get too cold," he replied, almost shakily moving over to the couch.

They nodded, following behind. "Ohhh, so the blanket is for you!"

Upsilon stopped in front of the brown couch, stared down at them. "And you."

"What?"

He all but fell into the couch, adjusting himself as best he could until comfortable, then reached out to grip the human by the wrist and yank them down with a yelp.

They stumbled down, somewhat rolling onto his chest, and they twisted and turned until the two were chest to chest. "There are easier ways, you know!"

Upsilon pulled the blanket from around them and shook it out, letting it settle over the two of them. "This was the fastest and easiest way for me."

The human rolled their eyes with a huff. "Is this all you wanted? To cuddle? I didn't pin you as the type."

"I'm not. It's this or freeze."

"Or you could join us in the living room?"

"I'd rather freeze." He deadpanned. "Or... This."

"Uh huh." They rested their cheek against his chest, listening to the mechanical whirs, the whoosh of his lubricant pump that somewhat mimicked the sounds of a human heart. It was surprisingly nice.

Not long passed before the human dozed off, breathing evening out. Upsilon couldn't shake the word "cute" from his head, closing his own eyes to enter sleep mode.

Neither of them heard the door open an hour later, then hushed whispers, before it very quietly closed again with soft giggles.

#asks #anon #oc: droids #oc: upsilon

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biscuitfam · 4 years

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Kiss Me

REQUEST: hello you lovely human! may i request a twelfth doctor x reader in which she's upset about something and the doctor cuddles her even though he hates cuddles? with lots of soft words and kisses akfkskdjdj?? only if that's okay!! - @love-athxna

Hope you enoy athena, you ray of sunsine!

Summary: Touches and kisses have always been traits of the Doctor, until now. Sometimes it’s hers to tell what he’s feeling — especially when it comes to your love for him. His girlfriend.

WC: 1.1k roughly

Warnings: Slight smut??? PG stuff, like heavy make out, but that’s pretty much it.

A/N: God I love writing request fics, like for real, it gives me a lot of inspo. Before I came a fanfic writer I had all these ideas for fics that I wanted to see, but was afraid to ask. I love doing this for others. I do try my hardest to keep the chracters from becoming too OOC though. Please if anyone has a request don’t feel shy, it makes me so happy to see my inbox with you guy’s ideas. PLEASE SEND IN YOUR IDEAS! I”D BE HAPPY TO WRITE THEM!

Also, I may start up my Supernatural blog soon! Check it out at @jackzpizza

Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Sometimes, you wondered where the love had gone. You wondered why he stopped touching you, why the kisses drained away, and went into the abyss of nothingness. While the Doctor claimed he hadn’t changed and that this body is still adjusting, quite frankly it seemed like he wasn’t the same man after all.

He felt like a distant stranger.

Close and familiar, but also new and frightening. You never knew what would set him off, and today it was a hug. Today was a rough day as it was the morning you admitted you still had feelings for him, and it did not go as planned. He got rather upset. How could you not love him anymore? He’s the same man to you as he always has been. Just slightly different.

“ You’re just a child. You’re not thinking straight.”

However, telling The Doctor that your feelings are hurt wouldn’t be the best. Putting it lightly, this Doctor wasn’t the most empathetic or understanding of others feelings as his previous faces.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance

Silvermoon's sparkling

So kiss me

The tears rolled thickly down your cheeks as you stumbled away from the console room, down the winding corridors, and to the depths of the old girl trying to get as further away from him as possible. Lately, it wasn’t unlike of him to be upset. Or, in other words, irritated. His words were getting harsher. His tones were less love-filled and more defensive. In the distance, you heard his heavy footsteps following behind you.

Possibly it was the old girl who essentially made him chase after you, of course, only after you slammed the door of the TARDIS in his face causing her to let out a huffed groan. She wanted the two of you to make up for the damages done to your relationship. Somewhere along the line of him regenerating now had caused a major dent of imperfection. The difficulty of the situation is pinpointing exactly when everything went up into flames.

When had he fallen out of love with you?

Kiss me down by the broken treehouse

Swing me, upon its hanging tire

Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat

We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

You cried yourself to sleep that night. Tear trails dried to your cheeks and lips crusted dry. Sometimes crying it out is the best solution to a problem, for one, it helps relieve stress. You glanced to the clock perched on your bedside table reading the time back at home. Four in the morning and you’re lying awake dreading facing your boyfriend. Was he still your boyfriend? At this point, you weren't sure if he was anything besides a traveling partner. Before he died and changed into the man you strived to show affection to he was never like this. He would feel beyond guilty. Terribly guilty, possibly to the point of self-loathing.

The first thing you noticed after waking up was the fact you were tucked snuggly into bed underneath the sheets, despite not falling asleep underneath them. Gently you pushed the sheets away and stepped onto the ice-cold floor with bare feet. You made your way to the door and went outside to the isolate halls. In the distance a soft tinkering sounded bringing a sweet comfort of the memories of before. Your fingers shaked lightly as your wrapped the thin, white cotton t-shirt tighter around your body. Nervous habits had always been a downfall of yours, like biting your nails or splitting the ends of your hair. However, never around him, until now.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance

Silvermoon's sparkling

So kiss me

The closer you got to the main room of the TARDIS the lights began to dim, and little tea light candles scattered about the hall lit leading a trail. On the stairs and the upper landing portion flower petals of your favorite flower coated the floor. Your heart sped up at the sight and a bright pink blush passed your cheeks. This was extremely out of character for him. Romance tended to be more of his younger selves attitudes. You descended the stairs and stood before the man who scribbled away on the chalkboard seemingly ignoring your presence. He set the chalk down then turned to face you.

“ Humans, they’re so difficult. Needy, demanding, and so sentimental,” He began but stopped when he saw the look in your eyes, then let out a softened sigh as he gently picked up your hands drew you into his chest for a tight, warm hug. With much hestinancy you revipocated the hug and snuggled closer, breathing in the very familiar scent the doctor held despite changing. Cedar wood and rain. Chocolate and coffee. Old books and linen. He smelt of home.

He dipped his head down to face you, bright blue eyes now locked onto yours. “ I know I haven’t been there like I should be. This me isn’t the most romantic man. I’ve become more practical, looking at the bigger picture. I did some research on romance in your century, your decade. I picked your favorite flowers and candles..” He looked around, waving a wrinkled hand at the surroundings while the other rested upon your hip.

“ I just wanted to show you that I do truly love you, and I promise I’ll try harder. Just know I’m bound to slip up at times and say things I don’t mean-” He was rambling at this point, talking more to avoid looking at you. Maybe some things don’t change after all. You cut him off with a firm kiss, fingers bolting up to frame his his cheeks and rounded jaw. At first you expected him to pull away. However, he drew you closer and kept you tight against him with the buttons of his coat digging into your stomach.

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance

Silvermoon's sparkling

So kiss me

“ I love you, Y/N. I never stopped. I just..I just don’t know how to express it as well as before.” He admitted shamefully with eyes filled with guilt. He dipped his head back down once more for another heated kiss as his hands scrambled to slip off his coat. The tips began to sneak up beneath the hem of your shirt. A small smirk played at the corners of his salmon-colored lips, “ I do admit I had some help from Clara. Smart one, she is.”

“ Of course you did, now bring me to bed.” You laughed gently and took him by the hand leading him down the hall. The two of you went to your shared bedroom hand in hand for a night of love, and much-needed comfort.

Maybe it was worth the wait and the pain inflicted upon your heart, but in the end he was your Doctor and always will be.

So kiss me

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fangirlings-things · 4 years

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He's just too much — Part. 3

A/N: hey guuuys, thank you for all the positive feedback on the previous chapter and I'm sorry for the waiting, but here I am finally with chapter 3!!! I'm thinking about doing a final part 4 so, as usual, let me know what you think

Pairings: Michael Gray x reader

Warnings: a few curse words, mentions of smut

Summary: Michael Gray is just too much for (Y/N) to not fall in love with him

Word count: 1913

Part. 1 Part.2 Part. 4

"Here" Tommy poured a glass of whiskey and gave it to you, watching with his eyebrows raised while you drank all the liquid in a matter of seconds and returned the glass to him, to be filled again, not even flinching by the strong taste. "Wanna tell me what's going on, (Y/N)?" the dark haired then asked, turning around to refill your drink.

"I'm fucking stupid, that's what's going on" you said with your eyes fixed on the floor, while passing your fingers on the arm of the chair you had seated on as soon as you both had walked into that room of his house and he closed the door behind you two.

Tommy sighted, then turned around and gave you the glass of whiskey again. While he saw you take this time only a sip, he knealed in front of you so that your eyes were on the same height. He inspected your face little by little, searching for the answers he wanted there, because he most times sucessed using that strategy. He knew you extremely well; maybe more than anyone else. You realized what he was thinking by the narrowing of his eyes and sighting, you tried to force a smile for him.

"Everything's fine, Tommy. No need to worry about" you said, trying to hide your lie by taking another sip from the whiskey that had been burning your throat. It still burned less than the words that left your mouth during your argument with Michael. Suddenly you wondered what he had done. Was he still in the corridor you and Tommy had left him? Did he got back to the party and to that blonde girl? It was better, if you didn't knew.

"You were crying, (Y/N). You never cry in public. And I always worry about you" he stated, touching your face with his right hand softly and you couldn't help but lean in to that touch that was always so comfortable. "It's something about Michael, isn't it?" he asked, and you felt your heart skip a beat on your chest. He noticed the shocking in your expression, then got up and walked to the chair that was in front of yours. Sitting down, he gave you a little smirk. "By the way you were arguing, anyone could see that you two had unfinished business"

"Great, I ruined your event with my screaming" you said before finishing the content of your glass again. Embarrassment took a hold of you, as well as guilt. Tommy had worked so hard for making that happen and you threw his work in the trash.

"You didn't, it's everything ok. Polly is hosting the whole thing while I'm with you" he said and you felt relief fill every inch of you. You had ruined your night while screaming like that, not Tommy's. "And I think that deep down, the guests were kinda expecting a scene like that. After all..."

"We are the Peaky fucking Blinders" you completed his phrase and he gave you a nod in agreement. You both set in there quietly for a few minutes that seemed like hours and after giving it some thought you realized that after all Tommy, was your best friend. He was the one you always could talk to about anything and everything. You loved him and if you lost him someday, it would break you so hard that you doubted that you would ever be able to rebuild. Saying to yourself that you owned him some explanation, you decided to tell him the truth. "You're right. About Michael. He's the reason I was... crying"

"Did he hurt you?" Tommy's voice was low and controled, but the threat behind it could easily be noticed.

"Yes" you said with a laugh empty of any humor, playing distractedly with the glass that was still in your hands. You saw the way Tommy's expression had gotten immediately dangerous and you took a deep breath. "I mean, he didn't. Not physically anyway" getting up, you walked to the wooden stable that was on the center of the room and put the glass upon it. You heard footsteps and when you turned around, you saw the black haired man staring at you completely serious.

"(Y/N) you have five minutes to tell me exactly what happened before I go downstairs and beat the shit out of Michael" he stated firmly and as much as you were angry at Michael and wanted him to feel some of the pain he had caused you, you knew that it wouldn't be fair to do that.

"I like him, okay?" you said hesitantly, staring at Tommy who didn't move or said anything. You frowered your forehead at him. "You're not surprised?"

"Your not as difficult to read as you think, (Y/N). For quite some time I have been noticing the way you acted around him; how you fancied the guy" Tommy admitted, and you felt ridiculous. It must have looked like you were completely stupid for liking someone who didn't gave a shit about you. You wished that no one else had noticed.

"Well, even if the whole fucking neighborhood knew about how I felt, Michael didn't. He never realized, I guess anyway. So when I went to talk to Polly the other day about some advice..."

"You asked the mother of the guy you like for advice?" Tommy raised his eyebrows, momentarily seeming to forget the seriousness of the conversation and looking confused.

"Don't judge me, I was desperate!" you replied, feeling extremely uncomfortable in your dress, like it was suffocating you. Add this with your hurt and anger, you almost wanted to rip out your own skin. "This stupid shit!" you screamed losing control and started taking off the dress angrily.

"Ahn... (Y/N)?" Tommy kept his eyebrows raised, watching as you got completely out of of your dress and threw it away with your left hand.

"What?" you putted your hands on your hips, now wearing only a bra and panties along with your high heels. Out of that black piece of clothing, you already felt better. Your mental state must have scared Tommy, because he didn't say more. And the fact that your relationship was so strong and genuine, didn't even made you bother about being almost naked in front of him. "Look Tommy, not much happened. Polly wasn't there in that night. Michael was. He kissed me and then left. And today, he kissed a rich blonde girl and I got pissed so that's why I was crying"

"Have you tried to speak to him?" Tommy seemed less stressed now, that he knew that Michael's actions weren't perverted or evil towards you.

"What you saw down there is our way of trying to speak" you said sadly, because you knew that Tommy was right. The attempts of talking to each other normally had gone extremely wrong and if you guys could get to an agreement, to an understatement about not interfering in each other's lives anymore, maybe you both could move on. Even if you secretly didn't want to.

"It'll be ok, little one. I promise" Tommy's voice was gentle and you were able to smile after hearing those words.

"You know you can't promise me that. But thanks anyway, Tommy" you saw him looking back at you with a smile too on his lips and when a cold breeze entered the room through the nearest open window, you shivered. "Give me your suit"

"I knew you would ask me that" he laughed and then took off his suit, putting it on your shoulders next. Instantly, you felt warmer and safer. "I'll tell the maids to arrange a room for you to spend the night, ok?" you nodded and then after hugging you tightly for a minute he left, closing the door behind him.

Alone for the first time since your argument with Michael, you thought about your words. His words. The hurt in his face. The sadness you thought that took a hold of your own features. In a twisted way, you had liked the fact that you two actually talked. Or tried to before starting to yelling. If things were more simple, you maybe could have a chance. Maybe.

You were practically asleep when you heard knocking on the front door of your apartment. Even though it could be a strange thing to someone to be at your door on the middle of the night, it had happened before. Maybe Arthur had gotten drunk and your place was the nearest he could get to before passing out or maybe, Jon had a fight with Esme and wanted to crash in your home for the night.

Wondering what of those things would be the one, you got up from your bed and walked to the front door wearing only your nightshirt. You opened the door and your eyes instantly widened when you saw Michael Gray standing on the corridor of the building, his eyes immediately fixing on your eyes.

It had been five days since the whole argument in Tommy's house and since then, you hadn't seen each other. You took those days to think, to set your head in place and try to assimilate the fact that you wouldn't have him because he didn't want you. Simple as that. But now he was at your door, and all the emotions came rushing back like a hurricane.

"What do you want?" your voice got out harsh, and your hand was gripping at the door firmly. You felt tempted to just shut it right on his face. His stupid beautiful face. You held back that urge though, accepting the possibility that he could be there for bussiness.

"We need to talk" he replied, jaw clenched. The shadow of frustration could be seen on his features and it got you intrigued.

"About?" you questioned, raising your eyebrows at him with that same harsh tone on your voice.

"Don't play dumb, (Y/N). We need to speak about... us" he hesitated but completed his statement, taking his eyes out of you for only a second before turning them back at you.

You couldn't help. You laughed. A genuine loud laugh that made him blush from embarrassment and something else. As soon as you were able to stop laughing, you gave him a serious look. "There is no us, Michael. And it's fun that in less than a week I got from bitch to dumb. Think I'm making progress on your raking" and with that you tried to close the door, but he pushed it with his hand and gave you the most fierce look he ever did.

"Don't you close this door. We need to speak" he held it open. There were so many emotions expressed on his face at the same time that you couldn't even identify them.

"What do you wanna say? You're planning on telling me how you fucked that blonde after the event? How she's perfect for you?" the irony was clear in your words and that made him lost control.

With a hard push he opened completely the door and then got in your apartment, shutting it with a kick of his right foot. The door bang and you took a deep breath as he walked in your direction and stopped millimeters away. His breath on your face was hot and his smell of cigarettes and cologne never seemed so dangerous and so good.

"Now, we are going to talk"

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A/N: Dezzy: Hey everyone! We're back with another OS! Technically, according to the request, it is a kind of part 2 of Nice Boys, similar scenario but with Tae and Kookie. This is actually the first thing on here that Sunnie and I have written together, so we're really excited to share it with you. Little mix up when it was posted, but it should be all fixed now. We hope you like it!

Sunnie: Hey Everybody, we're finally uploading this little baby. I must say we had a lot of fun writing this so I really hope you'll love it as much as you loved Nice Boys. This OS was born from an Request so thanks to @pillowiestar for requesting it. Dezzy pretty much explained everything so the only thing I can add from my side is that I also hope you'll like it. And thanks for reading it.

Word Count: 7,568

Warnings: Sub/Dom themes, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, squirting, face riding, lotsa dirty talk, slight impreg kink at the end, bondage, dp, threesome

Summary: When your neighbors get too rowdy late at night you decide to go over to teach them a lesson, but it seems that they don't want to play games anymore.

You bury your head under your pillow again as your neighbors let out the next cry of victory. Rather, it was Taehyung's shout of joy while Jungkook complained loudly about the lost round. This has been going on for 2 hours now. You could always say exactly when a round was finished because of the volume penetrating to you and because of the thin new building walls you could also say with 95% accuracy who had won. Frustrated you rub your temples and crawl completely under your blanket. The two young men had been living next to you for 2 years. In the beginning they had also been quite nice, but that had changed quite a bit over time. They hadn't necessarily become more unfriendly, because you could still see them hauling the old lady's shopping around on floor 6, but they had become much more ruthless towards your sleep rhythm. The fact that you involuntarily witnessed their extended gaming nights made your opinion of them a little worse. You were slowly getting the impression that the two of them were really doing nothing but spending all their time gaming. Very rarely did you see them outside their apartment. The only evidence that they were still alive was the daily ringing delivery service and the nightly noise nuisance. With a unnerved groan you flip your blanket back and crawl out of your bed again to give yet another warning to your neighbours. It rarely helped and usually only for a short time, but it was definitely better than nothing. So perhaps you were granted a few hours of sleep. Besides, hope dies last, as you know. You simply leave your door open as you shuffle to the neighbouring door and let out your accumulated frustration at the innocent apartment door. It took a moment until someone finally opens the door for you, before you turned it into firewood. A young man with messy grey hair appears in the door frame. Taehyung. >>What gives us the honour at such a late hour? << he asks and gives you one of his boxy smiles, which he almost always seemed to wear on his lips. >>Your less well-off and atrophied brain cells, your apparent deafness and the obvious inability to read the clock give you the honor. Hard to believe, but there are actually people who can't sleep late tomorrow morning, but have to get out relatively early. It really can't be that hard to be a little considerate, can it? << you snap at him and pull up an eyebrow accusingly. Your counterpart looks at you a little surprised. >>What is it? You can be loud otherwise? Have you suddenly lost your voice? << you mock while you cross your arms in front of your chest.

>>Want me to repeat it very slowly? Or do you prefer to have it spelled right away? Would it be more understandable then? << you poke a little farther when you hear a snort from behind the young Korean. Not a second later his roommate appears behind him. Jungkook was the younger of the two, that's how much you had picked up at some point. >>Where is the problem again? << he asks and reaps another incredulous snort from you as he peers over Taehyung's shoulder. Just as you're about to answer, the gray-haired one seems to have found his voice again. >>We are too loud for her. << he said slightly dramatically, which only made you feel more angry. >>Once again. << Jungkook noticed with a crooked grin and shrugged his shoulders. Outraged you gasp for air. >>The 'once again' should definitely make you think by now. Also this should be the last time I have to come over to complain. Next time I'll initiate further steps. I am so sick of it. Contrary to yours, my synapses don't wither through looking at the constantly flickering screens. Apart from that, I can give you another helpful advice: << you say and glare angrily at the two young men. >>Have you ever heard of hearing aids? They are small inconspicuous things that you put in your ear and they are not so expensive. Then you don't have to yell at each other like that to communicate with each other. Maybe you should seriously consider a purchase. << With that you turn around, go back to your apartment and slam the door behind you into the lock. Now that you've been able to vent your anger, it's slowly being overshadowed again by the re-emerging fatigue. You yawn heartily and shuffle back to your bed. When you get there, you fall face first back into the soft pillows. Fortunately, it doesn't take long until you finally fall asleep without a new disturbance.

The next days passed surprisingly without further significant disturbances. Not that you would complain about this development in any way. One evening you had to knock against the wall to put an end to the reappearing volume, but this action was crowned with success, because it had led to the desired silence without resistance.From time to time you've even seen your annoying neighbours outside their gamer's den. This gave rise to some hope that they would do something about the degeneration of their brain cells or at least try to prevent further damage.You, on the other hand, spent the rest of your time learning. The finals were just a few days away and you weren't ready to beat them up just because of the constant noise pollution. Meanwhile there were only two days left until the finals, after that you had finished this semester successfully. Inside you hadn't completely given up hope that the two young men were also distracted by their finals and therefore refrained from screaming at night.

A glance at the clock tells you that it was already 1am. Sighing, you get up from your place at your desk, which had served you as a sleeping place during the last nights, sometimes even involuntarily, and you stagger, rubbing your throbbing temples, towards your bed. Once there, you drop on the mattress with a tired groan and want to make yourself comfortable between your pillows when all your hopes for another quiet night have been dashed. Again. Sometimes you regret moving into this apartment. Since the entire residential complex was a new building, apparently not much value had been placed on thick walls. Unfortunately, this apartment was one of the few affordable ones for your budget. So you had no choice but to complain for the second time this week.

You're exhaling a completely unnerved sound, you get back on your feet and almost storm out of your apartment. Because of your persistent headache, you had even less patience for the two of them. You press the little bell button extremely vigorously while leaving out any accumulated frustration at the innocent door. >>Is someone finally going to open the door? I know you're there. After all, you can’t be overheard. << you grumble at the door. The next blow, which had actually been very unerringly aimed at the door, hit Jungkook's chest with full force when he suddenly opens the door. >>Ouch...<< he sulks at you and rubs the sore spot. >>Stop complaining. That's nothing compared to your noise nuisance. << you hiss and push yourself effortlessly past him, taking advantage of the fact that you took him completely by surprise. He needed a moment to realize that you had just pushed yourself into the apartment. >>Hey, what is this now? You can't just walk in here as you like. That's trespassing. << His statement only elicits an angry snort. >>You just witnessed how I can. Also what you do is noise nuissance, which is by the way not better at all. What do you want to do now? Pull me out by my hair again? << you ask provocatively as you make your way to the living room. Fortunately, this apartment was built just like yours, so you have no problems finding it.

>>Now you've definitely gone too far. A little rest is really not too much to ask for, is it? Just a little bit of silence... << In the living room you finally find a Taehyung who is also surprised. He is sitting cross-legged on the sofa and looks at you with big eyes while the gamepad seems frozen in his hands. Jungkook had stopped in the door frame, probably to block your escape route. However, this one was just of the slightest interest to you. You're looking for something else. Both men were once again dressed in loose sweaters and sweatpants. That's what happened when you had the number of the delivery service on speed dial. Other sports than gaming were probably not considered by either of the two young Koreans. It was a shame, actually, if you thought about it more carefully, because they have pretty faces.

You need a second to find what you were looking for. When you found it, a gloating smile creeps on your lips. You reach behind the TV and pull out all the plugs from the power strip behind it. With the connector strip in your hand, you turn around to the two men again. >>I will take my finals in two days. No, it’s already tomorrow. For days I have been doing nothing besides learning. From morning to evening. As soon as I come home from university, I sit down at my desk and learn. All I need to get some rest in between is my fucking sleep, which I can't get because you two totally ruthless idiots just won't let me. << Angry you look at your neighbors. Taehyung had meanwhile placed the gamepad next to him and was now sitting on the sofa in front of you with slightly spread legs. Jungkook had leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of his chest and looked at you blank. Their much too relaxed reactions only made you more furious, which is why you almost screamed the next words. >>Silence! That’s all I demand. I’m not askng for more. Just a little bit of silence! What is so difficult to understand about it? << The question hangs in the room for a moment. You look back and forth between the two men while your fingers tightly enclose the connector strip.

Before you talk any further, you take a deep breath to stop yelling. >>That's why I'm taking this with me now. So that I get at least a little of the peace and quiet that you ruthless Neanderthals deny me. << frustration follows rage afterwards, which is why you don't even notice how your voice moderates again and now sounds less angry, but completely frustrated and overworked. >>You can pick them up after I’m done with my finals. I just have an immense headache and wish for nothing more than a little sleep before I go on learning. If you would do anything else sometime except sit on the sofa all day and play video games, you might understand. Or maybe you are looking for another hobby or directly a girlfriend. << You can see Jungkook raising an eyebrow slightly mockingly and Taehyung's corners of his mouth curling slightly upwards as you continue speaking. >>A little of dick wetting can do wonders against accumulated frustration. In those two years, the only women I've ever seen here were your mothers. And that's a pretty devastating balance. << Now Taehyung has raised both eyebrows and looks at you amused. But you don't let yourself be distracted anymore and just keep talking. >>But a little advice. Women can only be found out there. They don't come flown into virgin caves on their own to guys who don't even know how to operate a stove, let alone hide under tent sized clothes instead of doing something for themselves. << Innocently you shrug your shoulders. The two men don't look at you anymore, but look at each other, pregnant with meaning, which you can't interpret. >>Good night to you then. << you say briefly tied up and want to leave the living room. But Jungkook didn't move an inch.

"Get out of my way, kid." You grumble, pushing against his chest with your hand, and his torso feels unexpectedly built under your fingertips. He only smirks in response, still not budging. "You really think you can trespass on our property, steal our stuff, and we'd actually let you leave with it?" He chuckles. You feel a presence behind you, and suddenly the strip in your grasp is snatched away, Taehyung proudly waving it around before putting it back in it's rightful place.

"I think all that studying must've gotten to her head, Kookie. She's not thinking properly." Taehyung calls back as he plugs everything back in. "I think you're right. You said you had a headache too, Y/N? Well, as a medical student I know one thing that could get rid of that for you." Jungkook smiles, lifting his hand to cup your cheek, but you smack it away. "Medical student my ass. You never step foot out of this flat, I highly doubt you even attend classes." You scoff, crossing your arms. "He's right though. He's a med student and I'm an educational student. He's gonna be a doctor and I'll be a teacher." Taehyung chimes in, drawing your attention to him.

You laugh loudly, both of them cocking their eyebrows at you. "There is no way that your lack of braincells could handle all of that. Being a doctor and a teacher require hours of studying, which you two clearly don't do since all I hear through these thin walls is you screaming over your stupid games." You smile, still calming down from your laughing fit. "You know, it's really rude to barge in and ridicule us on our passions." Taehyung pouts. "And do you really think we don't get girls?" Jungkook asks, and you nod in response. "I never see any girls come in or out of that door." You reason, and they both laugh. "We don't bring them over here, we go to their place, because we know how thin these walls are thanks to your late night self love sessions." Your smile drops, Taehyung's words sending a chill down your spine. They've heard you? They know what you do on lonely, drunk nights?

"I have to say, your sounds are so sweet, we've been dying to hear them ourselves, calling out our names instead of 'Matt Bomer! Oh my god, Matt'!" He mimics your sounds of pleasure, making your cheeks heat up. "Also, he's gay, you know that, right sweetheart?" Jungkook asks. "That's not the point! He's still a lot hotter than you two ever could be even if you did work out and all that kind of stuff!" You cry, completely flustered. "Whatever you say, darling. The point I'm making is that we're not the losers you think we are and we'd appreciate it if you could keep all of your snide comments and rude remarks to yourself from now on, or we're gonna have to teach you a lesson." Taehyung smirks, throwing his arm around Jungkook's shoulders.

"Teach me a lesson? Really? Don't use that teacher bullshit on me. You guys are a fucking joke. Please move so I can go home and maybe get a few hours of rest?" You ask, stepping up to them, but they stay motionless. "That's actually gonna be a no go, sweetheart." Jungkook says, stepping forward and taking your chin between his fingers, tilting it up so you look him in the eyes. You don't know why, but it's like his presence, the close proximity to him, his actions, everything about this moment has your confidence from before draining out of your body. "I think you need to be a little nicer to us. You said a lot of things about us that are wrong. Why don't we prove her wrong, Tae?" Jungkook asks, looking back at the older male.

The two look at you, their eyes dark, a tint of something almost animalistic, as if they were hungry lions and you were just a small antelope with no chance of surviving. "I think that's a great idea." Taehyung nods in agreement. "What should we prove wrong first? She said we're deaf, we're virgins, we're stupid, out of shape, the list goes on." He rambles. "Maybe we should prove how in shape we are first. What do you say, baby?" Jungkook suggests, grabbing your hand. He guides it under his shirt, your fingers gliding over his hot skin, and to your surprise, it's fairly tough, your hand gliding over the small ridges of his abs, a small gasp escaping his lips as he closes his eyes at the sensation. You bite your lip, embarrassed at how weak you're getting. You always figured they were out of shape, maybe even a bit chunky since all they wore were baggy clothes, but now that you're feeling it for yourself, you desperately wish to see it.

You don't even realize that he's pulled his hand away, your hand still running over his skin, until both of his hands are rested on your hips. He steps a bit closer, walking you backwards a bit until your back hits something warm, another set of arms wrapping around you. Taehyung pulls you close to him, leaning forward, his hot breath fanning over your shoulder. You're so confused by this turn of events that you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. "What is it, Y/N?" Taehyung whispers, his lips ghosting over your skin. "Have you suddenly lost your voice?" He smirks before he kisses your neck. You haven't felt this in a long time, and even though it's your annoying neighbor doing it, you can't help but enjoy it, your eyes closing as your head tilts to the side, giving him more access.

As you relish in the feeling of Taehyung's lips, your breath is taken away by Jungkook's lips crashing onto yours, swallowing your gasp of surprise. You close your eyes, moving to wrap your arms around his neck, giving into them completely. Taehyung's hands move up your torso, cupping your breasts, your back arching involentarily, making your ass press against him. He growls into your skin, teeth grazing against you, which makes you moan into Jungkook's mouth. You haven't been touched like this in so long, it's embarrassing how wet you are already. Taehyung fondles your breasts as Jungkook takes your bottom lip between his teeth, your mouth opening for him.

Jungkook groans as your fingers tangle is his hair, Taehyung grinding against you, and you feel him growing hard against you, Jungkook's own hard on pressing against your thigh. Is this really happening? All you wanted was some decent sleep, yet here you are, sandwiched between your noisy neighbors, letting them ravish you. You definitely weren't expecting this, but you aren't complaining. In fact, you pout when Jungkook pulls away from you, smirking. "I think she's enjoying it, Tae." He says breathily, the older male humming against your neck. "Her cheeks are so pink, it's adorable." He smiles, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from it. "I bet she's wet too. Isn't that right, baby? Mind if I feel?" He tilts his head, and you only whimper in response. "I need a straightforward answer, Y/N. Use your words. Yes or no." He says. "Y-Yes. P-Please." You stutter, much to his amusement. "Good girl."

Jungkook's hand slides lower on your body, cupping your heat through your pajama shorts. As you moan softly, Taehyung decides to try and steal your attention, sucking on your neck harshly, and you're sure it's gonna leave a mark. You don't know who to focus on, but Jungkook makes the decision for you, his hand dipping under your waistband, the feeling of his bare fingers tracing over your slit has you bucking your hips. "Holy crap, how are you this wet already? All we've done is kiss you." He chuckles, truly astonished. "Tae, you gotta feel this."

You whimper as Jungkook's hand leaves you, but it's quickly replaced by Taehyung's, who hums against your neck. "Fuck, such a good girl, so wet for us. What is it, have you actually thought about this happening? Have we ever been on your mind when you played with yourself? I'm not gonna lie, we've thought about you. I know I walked in on Kookie moaning your name while he stroked himself. I think it was one of those nights you were screaming. Isn't that right, Jungkook?" Taehyung's deep voice rings through your ears, his finger tracing large, slow circles around your sensitive bud. You look at Jungkook through hooded lids expectantly. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I couldn't help myself. Your moans just sounded too good, I had to picture that it was me helping you, me making you scream." Jungkook admits, his confession driving you crazy. How many times has he thought of you while rubbing one out? How many times had Taehyung? If you could, would you have come over sooner, making your dirtiest secret a reality?

You've thought about it sure, once or twice, regretfully. You couldn't help it. But to know that they've thought about it to, getting off to the thought of you, it drives you absolutely insane. You push back against Taehyung, grinding on him as your hand traces down, palming Jungkook through his baggy sweatpants, the sweetest, softest sound falling from their lips. "Dirty girl. You wanna touch us? You feel the problem you caused us? I think it's your responsibility to take care of them." Taehyung growls, taking his hand out of your panties and holding it in front of your face. "Open up, sweetheart." He whispers, and you do as he says, opening your mouth for him. He pops his finger into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the digit and your tongue swirling around it, tasting yourself. He moans, Jungkook leaning forward to place soft kisses in your shoulder. "Why don't you put that slutty little mouth of yours to good use, darling? I think it'd do a lot better wrapped around our cocks than talking shit about us." Taehyung chuckles.

The three of you round the couch, the boys sitting down on the couch, looking up at you expectantly as you standing before them. "Well, what are you waiting for, baby? Be a good girl for us and get on your knees." Jungkook smirks cockily at you, sending your heart aflutter. You do as he says, dropping to your knees and kneeling on the ground in front of them. As your eyes scan over the tents in their sweatpants you lick your lips, eager to get to work. You move closer, your hands reaching out to palm both of them through the fabric, a simultaneous moan sending another wave of need through you. They shift, pulling their pants down enough for their cocks to spring out, and your breath is taken away. Taehyung's is longer and thicker, but Jungkook's is pretty with a nice little curve to it. You desperately want them in you, but you know you have to give them something first.

You spit into your hand, their eyes widening at the lewd action, before you bring your hand to Taehyung's length, a deep sigh spilling from his soft lips as you wrap your hand around him, pumping him slowly as you grab hold of Jungkook's. As you get closer to him, his breath starts quickening, the excitement of finally being able to see your pretty lips around him making him slightly nervous. Your tongue pokes out, flicking over his tip as you make eye contact with him, a shiver running through his body. Inch by inch you take him into your mouth, bobbing on him while continuing to pump Taehyung, whose long fingers are tangling in your hair, guiding you on Jungkook's cock. When he hits the back of your throat you gag, a loud moan ringing out from him as your throat contracts around him. You suck it up, tears filling your eyes as you continue to take him in as much as you can, wanting to hear as many of his moans as you can. "Y/N, fuck. Tae, I'm not gonna last long." Jungkook whimpers, his hips moving instinctively as he slowly thrusts into your mouth.

"It's okay, Kookie. Are you getting close? You wanna cum?" Taehyung cooes, brushing Jungkook's hair out of his face. "Y-Yes. Oh fuck. Baby, keep going like that, please." Jungkook begs you, and you happily comply, even picking up the pace. You moan around him, his thighs shaking under your grasp. At this point you've kind of forgotten about pumping Taehyung, knowing you'll make it up to him, but you're too focused on how fucked out Jungkook looks already. His head leaning against the back of the couch, lips parted, eyes shut tight, face flushed, and knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the couch.

A string of incomprehensible sounds tumbles from his mouth along with loud whines and moans. "Y/N, baby, oh god." He whimpers, his legs trembling. You swirl your tongue around him, your drool spilling from your mouth, lewd slurping sounds echoing off the walls, but you don't care. The only thing you care about in this moment is driving him over the edge, and with one more flick of your tongue, that's exactly what you do, his salty cum filling your mouth, and you swallow every drop.

"What a good girl. I think she deserves a reward, don't you think, Kookie?" Taehyung asks, brushing your hair out of your face. Jungkook nods, his face still flushed. "Why don't you get on the floor, Jungkook, and lay down. Sweetheart, your knees might hurt a bit, but I promise we'll make it up to you." Taehyung orders, Jungkook laying down on the plush carpet. "Now Y/N, stand up for a moment." He says, standing up. You rise to meet him, anxious to find out what he's going to command next. The way he's taking control over the situation, even telling Jungkook what to do, has you dripping. His fingers grip the hem of your shirt, peeling it off your body, next off is your bra, his eyes lingering over your bare breasts before kneeling before you, his skin fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts and panties. He kisses your stomach as he slides the material down your legs, letting them pool onto the floor as he admires you.

You start to feel nervous under their gaze, rocking on your heels anxiously. "Fuck, you're more beautiful than I dreamed. I can't wait until we make you ours. But first-" Taehyung says, standing up. His large hand reaches around your body, gripping the supple flesh of your ass. His thumb runs over your soft lips, his tongue running over his own. "I wanna feel what Jungkook felt. I wanna know how good your slutty mouth is for myself. Now, kneel above Jungkook's face and open your mouth for Daddy. Understand?" He whispers, the nickname making you shudder. You nod, but that doesn't seem to be enough for him. "Say it, sweetheart. Use your words." He cooes, a soft whimper coming from Jungkook on the floor. "Yes, Daddy." You nod, a low groan coming from his throat. "Good girl. Now get on your knees for us."

You comply, standing over Jungkook and sinking to your knees, his hands rubbing your thighs soothingly. Taehyung stands in front of you, and you realize why he chose to do this. With Jungkook on the floor beneath you and Taehyung standing in front of you, if you sit up straight your face is level with Taehyung's cock. You gasp as you feel cool air blown onto your core, gripping onto Taehyung's thighs for support as your legs shake. "So sensitive. Tell us, baby, when's the last time someone else touched you." Jungkook says, his finger tracing over your slit as he watches it glisten with your slick. "Uh, I think, I think it was my l-last boyfriend, Hoseok." You stutter, trying really hard to remember. "And how long ago was that?" "Maybe four months ago?" You recall the last time you slept with him, the night you broke up. "That's too long, baby. You should've come to us sooner. We would've gladly helped you out. I promise we're gonna treat you right. Plus, we're gonna make sure your perception of us changes." Jungkook says.

With that last thought, Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you down onto his mouth as he flattens his tongue onto you, licking up your slit. "Oh fuck." You whine, gripping onto Taehyung's sweatpants. "Come on, sweetheart, open up for me." He cooes, holding his throbbing cock in his hand. As Jungkook's tongue dips past your folds, flicking against your clit, your thighs tremble in his grasp as your mouth hangs open, Taehyung taking the opportunity to slide into your mouth, your moan sending a vibration through him. "Jesus fuck, sweetheart. No wonder Kookie came so fast." He groans. "Just keep your mouth open for me. You don't need to do anything. Just let me fuck your mouth while Jungkook tongue fucks you." You hum in approval around him as his hips move slowly, thrusting himself deeper into your mouth.

Jungkook's mouth works on you, alternating between sucking on your clit and burying his tongue into your hole, the wet muscle wiggling around and making you moan around Taehyung's cock. Taehyung holds your hair, keeping you in place as he fucks himself into your mouth, groaning deeply each time he goes too far, making you gag around him. Your hips move against Jungkook, his nose nudging against your bud each time you grind against him, sending a new wave of pleasure through you. You're embarrassed at how close you are to cumming, but you can't really focus on caring, only focusing on taking Taehyung and feeling Jungkook. One of your hands rested on Taehyung's thigh as your other tangled in Jungkook's hair, tugging gently each time he did something right, making him moan and send vibrations straight through you.

"Fuck sweetheart, you swallow my cock so well. It feels so good." Taehyung moans, and you look up at him, making eye contact. "How can you look so innocent with a cock in your mouth? You're so perfect, sweetheart, I can't wait to fill up that pretty pussy of yours and- fuck- and fi-ll it up all nice with- our- shit-" Taehyung's sentence breaks up, his voice cracking as his thrusts get sloppy, doubling over as he spills into your mouth. He tastes a bit sweet thank Jungkook, but it seems like there's a bit more for some reason. Once he pulls out you swallow, and once your mouth is empty you moan loudly as Jungkook fervently laps at your clit.

Taehyung kneels down to your level, and you instantly wrap your arms around him as you grind against Jungkook. He holds onto you, kissing your face and your neck as you moan for them. "You sound heavenly, sweetheart. Is Kookie doing a good job? Are you gonna cum all over his tongue soon?" He cooes, his hands roaming over your body. You nod, feeling the end rapidly approaching. "J-Jun-ko-mmm-" You whine, your body trembling. Taehyung bites down on your neck as Jungkook sucks on your clit harshly, sending you over the edge.

Jungkook gathers every little bit on his tongue, reveling in your sweet taste before patting your thigh. Taehyung hears it, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up to stand. Jungkook gets up, standing behind you. He grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him and before you know it, his lips coming crashing down onto yours, his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth, and you can taste your essence. You've never been kissed with such hunger and need before, you moan into his mouth as you enjoy the feeling of really being needed and wanted.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go to my room and wait for us on the bed? It's the room on the left. I want you to lay down on your back with your legs spread nice and pretty, with your arms above your head. Got it?" Taehyung whispers in your ear. Jungkook pulls away from you, leaving you breathless. You nod, excitedly bounding to the room you were instructed. Taehyung and Jungkook watch as your hips sway, groaning simultaneously at how much they wanted you.

You climb onto the bed, laying how Taehyung instructed, wondering what they have in store for you. You wait anxiously, the thought of what could happen making you aroused again. They finally appear in the doorway, Jungkook's hands behind his back. "Look at that, Jungkook. She's so obedient for us already. All spread out for us." They stalk towards the bed, Taehyung by your lower half and Jungkook up by your head. Taehyung moves so he's sitting between your legs, your knees resting on his thighs. His hands run along your thighs, the gentle touch making you squirm. "What is it, sweetheart? Already horny again? After Jungkook just made you cum? Such a greedy little slut you are. Don't worry, you'll get what you need. Jungkook, go ahead." Taehyung hums, and you raise your eyebrow in confusion. You feel something wrap around your wrists, binding them together tightly. You try to pull them apart, but you can't, your struggle useless.

"So pretty." Taehyung cooes, his finger tracing over your slit, sending a shiver through you. "If we're gonna make you ours, we have to prepare you." He smirks, slipping a finger inside of you. You clench around him, having something inside of you feeling amazing. He quickly adds a second finger, pumping in and out. As his fingers work on you, Jungkook's hand runs from your shoulder to your breast, rubbing it gently. "Y/N, how many fingers have you taken before?" Taehyung asks. "Ah, um, two." You reply. "Well, how about we try three then?" He smirks, adding another finger inside of you. You gasp, the stretch heavenly. He curls them inside of you, his long fingers reaching deep inside of you, the heel of his palm grinding against your previously ignored clit.

"You know, you complained about how we plays games all the time, but do you realize how much gaming helps in situations like this?" Jungkook chimes in. "You see, with all the controls, our fingers have to move fast." At those words, Taehyung's fingers move faster inside of you. "Also, each hand is moving simultaneously, so it's easy to do more than one thing at a time." Taehyung's other hand moves closer, his thumb pressing down onto your clit, your body jolting at the direct contact.

The stretch of his fingers combined with his thumb working on you drives you over the edge faster than you care to admit, your walls squeezing his fingers, but he doesn't stop after helping you ride out your high. You whine loudly at the overstimulation, his hands possibly moving even faster. You gasp and shake your head, your toes curling and your legs spasming uncontrollably. "No no no no-mmmm-no no." You whimper, a tear rolling down your cheek. "No? You don't want this? I think you do, sweetheart. Just one more, come on. Cum all over Daddy's fingers just one more time." Taehyung growls. "D-Da-ddy! Fuck fuck fuuu-" You cry out, desperately wishing to grip onto something. Jungkook reaches down, pushing down just above your pelvis, and your vision goes white, screaming as you're taken over by pleasure.

This time Taehyung stops, a warm wetness covering your lower half. "No fucking way. It actually worked." Jungkook says breathily. You catch your breath, finally able to look down at what happened. You see Taehyung sitting there, breathing heavily with a devious smirk on his face, his sweater and pants soaked. "You ever squirt before, sweetheart?" He smiles. You shake your head, closing your eyes and laying your head back. "Well, then I guess that makes us special." Taehyung teases.

Both of them get up, and you watch as they strip from their clothes. You lick your lips, surprised by how built they both are. You felt Jungkook's body, but now seeing both of them standing before you, you wonder how they got like that. "We do leave our house, you know. We have gym memberships." Jungkook smirks, noticing your stare. You think about that for a moment, how sexy they'd look, all sweaty. "Baby, you think you can stand up for a minute?" Taehyung asks. You try, your legs wobbling, and Jungkook catches you. "I don't think so." He chuckles. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to hold her up." Taehyung smirks.

After some awkward shuffling, giggles, and slips, you're all situated so Taehyung is laying on the bed, holding onto your legs, and Jungkook stands in front of you, also holding onto you, keeping you hovered over Taehyung's standing cock. "Tae, I've got a hold of her. You're gonna have to help me, ugh-" "Don't worry, Kookie. No homo, right?" Taehyung chuckles. You wonder what they're talking about, but you realize when Jungkook gasps, and realize Taehyung is guiding Jungkook's length to line up with your entrance. He pushes into you, both of you moaning together as relief floods over you.

"How is it, Kookie?" Taehyung asks. "So- so so so fucking good." Jungkook moans, his head falling to rest against your shoulder. "Perfect. Alright, Y/N, this may hurt a little bit, but we'll go slow so you can get used to it. You ready?" Taehyung's hand rubs over your back soothingly. "P-Please. Just do it. I want it." You squeak, much to his surprise. "You want it that bad, huh? You want both of us to fill you up? How bad do you want it, baby. Tell Daddy how much you want it." As Taehyung talks, Jungkook stays still, relishing in the warm feeling of you pussy pulsing around him. Taehyung grabs his cock, nudging where you and Jungkook are connected. "So bad, Daddy. Please. I want it so bad." You beg.

Your arms fly around Jungkook's neck, wrists still tied together, as Taehyung pushes into you. He was right, it hurts a bit, stretching you out more than you've ever been before. You cry out, Jungkook shushing you. "Sh, hey, hey, sweetheart, look at me." He cooes. You look at him with tear filled eyes, breaking his heart. "It's okay, princess. I promise it'll get better. You're so good for us. We'll take care of you." Jungkook whispers soothingly to you, kissing your tears away. Once Taehyung is all the way in, all three of you sit there, not moving, them allowing you to get used to it. Taehyung rubs your back as Jungkook peppers your face with tender kisses.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Taehyung asks. You nod, still holding on to Jungkook tightly. "Jungkook." You whisper. "Yes, baby, what is it?" He asks, nudging your nose with his. "Please take this off. I don't want this on anymore. Please." You beg, moving your arms to show him what you mean and grabbing Taehyung's attention. "Kookie, untie her." He says, and Jungkook nods, reaching behind him and untying it with one hand expertly. As soon as you're freed you grab onto Jungkook, holding him tightly with one hand tangled in his hair. "You know, we probably should've done that before we got into this position." Jungkook chuckles. "Dude, we never think ahead." Taehyung responds and you giggle softly, shaking your head.

"Alright, I think I'm good." You nod, biting your lip. "You sure?" Jungkook asks, and you nod again. "Alright. I'm moving then." Jungkook says. The feeling of him sliding out of you, while you're still full of Taehyung, is completely indescribable. You moan softly and you feel him rub against your walls, the sweetest moan ringing through your ears from him. As he pushes back in, Taehyung pulls out, starting an unspoken synchronization that has you moaning uncontrollably, gripping onto Jungkook as right as you can as they bounce you on their cocks.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You're squeezing around us so well. You like it when we fuck you like this? Stretching out your pretty little pussy?" Taehyung growls from behind you. "Yes! Yes I fucking love it!" You cry, your breath quickening. "That's our little cock slut. Such a good girl for us. Now, do you take back everything you said about us?" He asks. "Fuck, yes! I'm sorry!" You shout, burying your face in Jungkook's neck. "Good girl. Such a good girl for Daddy and Kookie." Taehyung hums.

You start to place hot, open mouthed kissed on Jungkook's neck, nipping at it softly, and it's like that flipped a switch for him. "Fuck it, Tae, hold her. I need her to cum right now." Jungkook grunts. Taehyung takes hold of your leg as Jungkook frees one of his arms, bringing it lower. "Wha-ah!" You moan, his fingertips pressing harshly into your clit. "Oh man, holy shit!" Jungkook gasps, the pressure from his fingers making you clench around them. "Shit, Kook, keep doing that." Taehyung growls, both of them still thrusting in and out of you. "You look so good like this, baby. You're so lost in pleasure, I bet you won't even remember your name after this, huh? But you'll remember ours. Say our names, baby girl. Tell everyone in the building whose fucking you so well, stretching your pussy out, whose gonna make you cum so hard we'll have to carry you home tomorrow morning. Say it. Say our names." Jungkook says, leaving you in absolute shock. How the hell did he switch so fast?

"D-Daddy! Jungkook!" You scream out, a pleased smirk on Jungkook's face. "That's right, baby. Now, you wanna cum for us? Be a good girl and give us one more. Squeeze our cocks. Make us fill you up and make you a complete mess. Come on." He cooes, rubbing your clit even faster. "Oh, oh fuck oh fuck fuck fu-" Your cries are interrupted by your own moan, your end hit you like a freight train. "Shit shit shi-it!" Jungkook whimpers, Taehyung only growling as you squeeze around them, setting off their own orgasms. They spill into you, your pussy clenching and milking them for all their worth. They ride out the highs, fucking their cum into you before finally pulling out, laying you down and resting beside you.

"Holy shit." Taehyung breathes, all of you panting. All you can do is smile and nod, completely satisfied. You lay there, wondering if all of that really happened, or if you were actually just sleeping in your apartment. However, the warmth radiating off of the two sweaty men next to you proves it's real, especially as Jungkook turns, facing you and rubbing your thighs soothingly while Taehyung places kisses on your cheek. "Wait." Jungkook gasps, sitting up and looking at you both in shock. "We actually, like, you know. Are you in the pill or anything?" He asks. You didn't even think of that. "Uh, no, I'm not. I'm sorry. I should've thought of that. I'm so sorry." You apologize, feeling stupid. "Sh, no no no, baby, it's not your fault. We should've thought about it to. We're sorry." Jungkook cooes, holding you close to him. "I'm not." Taehyung chimes in, and you both turn to look at him in horror. "Tae, what if she gets pregnant? What's going to happen with all of us?" Jungkook asks. "Then we get a bigger apartment. Honestly, I kinda hope she gets pregnant." Taehyung smiles. "Not gonna lie, impregnation is one of my biggest kinks. Just imagine it, Kookie, her walking around with our babies inside of her. She'd be so beautiful. I mean, just look at her now. All filled with our cum. Look, there's so much it's even dripping out." He's right. You can feel it dripping, you've just ignored it.

Jungkook stays silent, only licking his lips. "And if she does get pregnant, then that just means she'll be ours for sure. What do you say, Y/N? Do you want to be ours?" Taehyung asks, rubbing your cheek. You nod, the idea of being in a relationship with them making you all kinds of excited. "That's great!" He smiles. "Y/N." Jungkook says, catching your attention. "Are you really okay with this?" He asks, and you nod. "I love you so much, Y/N. We love you so much and we're gonna take extra special care of you and appreciate you and all that kinda stuff." Jungkook smiles, placing quick pecks all over your face and neck, making you giggle. "You'll stay with us tonight, right?" Taehyung asks, snuggling up behind you. "Well, I don't think I can really walk home." You giggle. "Well then, I'd say we did a damn good job." He smirks, holding you close. Laying there, cuddled by your noisy neighbors, now lovers, you wonder how so much could've changed in just a few hours. You're not complaining though. Before you drift off to sleep, you imagine how interesting your life will be from now on.

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