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Friendcation (m) | myg | seven [fin]

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Summary: Melancholy shrouds you and Yoongi in your last days of vacation – time to get back home to the daily grind. But when you can visit Yoongi in his garage, is it really so bad?

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female)

Other characters: Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin.

Genre/AU: best friends to friends with benefits to lovers, non idol!au, camping!au, roadtrip!au, mechanic!Yoongi, humor, slight angst, smut and fluff

Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.)

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Status: complete!

Word Count: 11.3K

Warnings (general): angst and uncertainty, pregnancy test and pregnancy scare. Warnings (explicit): explicit rough sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, ass slapping, impreg kink (new for me, so it might be light and soft), nipple play, Yoongi’s garage and a certain car 👀 (yes this is a warning and you’ll understand it when you read it 🥵), hair pulling, slight possessiveness 👀, lots of ass grabbing, some brief cockwarming too.

Author’s note(1): This is the end of the road, guys 😭 It has truly been a rollercoaster for me, and I’m so pleased with these last chapters and I feel like this is a good way to end things for this couple and their teasing friends.

Also, there’s a line of dialogue in this chapter (one of Yoongi’s 🥵) that spawned another fic that I actually wrote to get out of my writers block before I could finish friendcation – It’s ‘Say that Again (I Dare You)’, if you’re interested you can go ahead and give it a read 🙂 (It has nothing to do with friendcation and everything to do with me being an insatiable hoe 😇).

Thank you so much – and thanks to all that likes, comments, reblogs, yeah, anything. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, it makes me so happy and a damn smiling fool 💜

Author’s note #2 (very important): when I wrote this chapter, I’d simultaneously been reading @kithtaehyung’s 3tan series, and without even realizing it, I had written a scene similar to hers. They do it on a desk—, and I know, yes, in many fics the characters do it on a desk, but to me, this was enough for me to say something was wrong with my work. It wasn’t even that similar in the wording or the specific scene, but to be on the safe side, I have rewritten the scene in question. ✨

Taglist: @idkjustlovingbts, @constancelayon, @wobblewobble822, @ktownshizzle, @moonchild1, @ultimatefangirl0, @baechugff, @jimintaemin, @parapiop7, @fckkntired, @iluvfndms, @citypop-princess, @tarahardcore, @bergandysam, @massivelyfullenthusiast, @tatyhend, @gimeow *strikethrough means tumblr isn’t letting me tag you :( **you can still be added to the taglist, just drop a comment here, on any chapter or the masterlist and I’ll add you 🌸

It’s been cross posted to AO3 if you prefer to read there.

“The second statement is a lie,” you laugh, your conviction cutting through the night air. The rest of your group joins in with a collective hum of agreement.

“You just don’t strike me as the threesome type,” you assert, adding a touch of finality to your words.

Namjoon casts a curious gaze your way, his eyebrows lifting ever so slightly.

“Are you sure?” he asks, a hint of skepticism coloring his words.

You nod affirmatively, your confidence unwavering. It’s hard to fathom Namjoon engaging in such endeavors; his other statements seem to carry a more authentic resonance.

Your eyes widen in disbelief, almost popping out of their sockets, as Namjoon casually shrugs his shoulders, his laughter resonating through the air. “Well, I have,” he admits, reclining in his seat with an air of nonchalance.

Your gasp is almost audible, a testament to the revelation that shatters your preconceived notions. “Wow,” you utter in awe, realizing that even those you thought you knew well can still surprise you with hidden facets.

“I just didn’t think you were into that, maybe Hoseok, but you, Joonie?” you say in a breathy voice, the disbelief evident.

The mention of Hoseok prompts an indignant “Hey!” from him, and you can’t help but chuckle.

Namjoon continues to laugh, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he playfully challenges Hoseok, “It’s your turn, Hobi.”

All eyes, except Yoongi's, focused on the road, shift to Hoseok, waiting for the next set of revelations as he contemplates his three statements. The rhythmic hum of the engine underscores the silence, creating a suspenseful atmosphere within the confines of Holly.

As you all hum with curiosity, anticipating Hoseok’s next revelation, he unveils another layer of himself. “I once dated a man,” he confesses, a momentary hush falling over the group, the revelation hanging in the air like a delicate thread.

The subsequent statement, “I’m scared of snakes,” elicits laughter, the image of Hoseok’s comical encounters with the slithering creatures at the zoo playing in everyone’s minds.

Then, in a surprising twist, Hoseok drops the bombshell, “I was contacted to choreograph a music video.”

Holly is filled with gasps and widened eyes as the weight of this unexpected admission settles among the group.

The van is a buzz of whispers and exchanged glances as you and your friends dive into a lively debate, dissecting each of Hoseok’s revelations with an air of camaraderie.

Yoongi’s voice, a steady anchor amid the animated chatter, breaks through as he shares a practical update.

“We’re almost there,” he interjects, his gaze fixed on the winding road.

You catch a glimpse of his focused expression, the contours of his profile bathed in the soft glow of passing streetlights in the dim morning.

“Just stopping by a store first.”

Yoongi continues, his words weaving seamlessly into the ongoing banter.

Seokjin’s laughter erupts like a spontaneous melody, harmonizing with the hum of the van’s engine.

Namjoon chimes in, “But the fear of snakes? That’s so Hobi. Remember that one time at the zoo?” The memory elicits another round of laughter, lightening the atmosphere.

You interject with a thoughtful musing, “The music video thing could also be true.”

Namjoon’s analytical mind chimes in, “But he could also have dated a man, I’m sure he’s mentioned that sometime.” His words ripple through Holly, introducing an element of doubt that swirls around Hoseok’s revelations.

Seokjin’s confident assertion pierces through the deliberations, echoing with finality. “We think the statement with the music video is a lie,” he declares. The collective nodding of heads and the subtle hum of agreement create a shared consensus among you.

The decision is made, and the spotlight now shifts to Hoseok, awaiting his response.

“That one was actually true,” Hoseok’s revelation hangs in the air, a surprising twist that elicits a collective gasp and a wave of laughter.

Your voice, laced with a cocktail of disbelief and genuine curiosity, slices through the air like a finely tuned instrument.

“Hold up, you haven’t actually dated a man?” you query, your eyes widening in a mix of incredulity and intrigue.

“Not yet, but I’m open to the possibility,” he grins, radiating a warmth that rivals the sun itself.

“Wait... Does that mean you’re going to choreograph a music video?” Namjoon slaps him on the shoulder, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, causing him to wince.

Hoseok nods, his expression bright and proud. “They reached out to me before the vacation, and a few days ago, they confirmed that I got the job.”

“Wow!” you exclaim, your face bright and brimming with genuine happiness for your friend.

“That’s absolutely amazing.” Seokjin adds gleefully, his excitement mirroring the collective joy in the van.

“Congrats.” Yoongi adds from the driver’s seat, his voice filled with genuine warmth and a hint of pride for Hoseok’s achievement.

“Thank you.” Hoseok says proudly, launching into enthusiastic explanations about his new job, his eyes lighting up with passion for the upcoming project.

“We’re here.” Yoongi announces, effortlessly maneuvering Holly into a parking spot before cutting off the engine, the sudden silence emphasizing the arrival at your destination.

You all spill out of the van, a lively group on a shared mission, and step into the store, ready to stock up on essentials and treats for the upcoming days of your adventure.

As you step into the store, the unspoken choreography of your group takes over, each member moving with purpose to efficiently tackle the shopping list.

You and Yoongi, armed with a basket and a secret mission for a pregnancy test, navigate the aisles in search of canned goods, weaving through the vibrant array of products. Meanwhile, the rest of the team secures a cart, ready to explore the realms of meat and veggies.

In no time, you and Yoongi expertly pluck a selection of canned goods from the shelves, tossing them into your basket with practiced ease. As you navigate the aisles, hand in hand, your journey takes a deliberate detour to the toiletries and sanity section. There, amidst the array of products, you both zero in on the elusive pregnancy test with the finesse of seasoned shoppers.

As you reach for a package, an unexpected weight settles in your hand, the incongruity of such a small item bearing a significant burden dawning on you.

In this moment, the weight transcends the physical, carrying with it the gravity of what it represents—questions, possibilities, and the potential to alter the course of your relationship with Yoongi.

Locking eyes with Yoongi, you muster the courage to break the news subtly. “Is it okay if I head up to pay for it now? I’d rather keep it between us for now,” you confess, your voice carrying a blend of vulnerability and anticipation.

His response is a reassuring squeeze of your hand, a silent affirmation that he understands. “Of course. Go pay for it, and I’ll round up the others. We’ll join you outside,” he assures, the unspoken promise of solidarity evident in his gaze.

With a tender yet uncertain smile, you part ways from Yoongi, fully aware that within the confines of this unassuming package rests the key to your shared destiny.

You hasten to the cashier, swiftly complete the transaction for the test, and then make your way to Holly, anticipation knotting your stomach as you await the arrival of your friends.

In no time, your friends conclude their shopping, and you assist in loading the van with groceries. Safely tucked away in one of your bags is the pregnancy test, a secret that remains concealed from prying eyes.

Returning to Holly, Yoongi takes the wheel, steering you toward a hidden forest oasis where he skillfully parks, creating a cocoon of tranquility amid the lush surroundings.

As the sun bathes the surroundings in a golden glow, setting up camp in the middle of the day proves delightful, offering ample light to illuminate your tasks. With a symphony of coordination, each of you contributes to unloading Holly and assembling the tent, a well-practiced ritual that transforms the serene landscape into a cozy haven.

While the guys gather around a crackling campfire, savoring light snacks and sipping on cold beers, you find it challenging to fully unwind. The weight of the pregnancy test preoccupies your mind, its presence an insistent reminder. An undercurrent of nervous anticipation builds within you, urging you to take the test and unravel the mystery that has woven itself into the fabric of your thoughts.

You rise from your seat with purpose, drawing a few curious glances, notably from Yoongi, yet determinedly stride towards the van.

Each step feels charged with the weight of the moment, the bag clutched in the comfort of the van holding not just your belongings but the potential key to your future.

Startled, you almost jump at the warm and familiar voice that breaks through your reverie. Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed him approaching.

“Can I come with you?” he asks, his presence both surprising and comforting.

His hands find your waist, their warmth and rough texture grounding you in the present. With a reassuring touch, he gently nudges you, calming the swirling thoughts that had momentarily carried you away.

You arch an eyebrow at him, your fingers tightly clenched around the pregnancy test.

“You wanna watch me pee?”

He chuckles at your furrowed expression, gently turning you around to face him. With a tender touch, he brushes stray strands of hair away from your face, locking eyes with you as he nods, a silent reassurance passing between you.

“That’s gross, Yoongi. You don’t have to watch me pee.” You mumble, keeping your voice low to avoid the others catching on.

“If you’re pregnant, watching you pee on a stick will be the least grossest thing I’ll see.” Yoongi teases, a playful glint in his eyes.

Admitting defeat, you concede, and let him accompany you into the serene depths of the forest, away from the prying eyes of your friends and the campsite.

His hand, warm and reassuring, intertwines with yours, a conduit for the palpable love that flows between you. Seeking solace beside a sturdy tree, you carefully retrieve the test, holding it up for closer scrutiny.

“I’m scared.”

You admit, the words almost a whisper in the quiet of the forest. Yoongi’s gaze softens with understanding, his hand tenderly caressing your cheek. “I understand,” he reassures, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze, “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”

“Okay?” he murmurs, his gentle touch stroking your cheek before he leans in, placing a chaste kiss on your trembling lips. In that simple moment, he somehow eases the fear swirling within you. You nod, a wave of gratitude washing over you for his unwavering presence.

You carefully open the package, extracting the instructions and scrutinizing them. This marks your first experience with a pregnancy test, and you’re determined to ensure every step is executed correctly.

“I should’ve brought a cup or something to collect the pee,” you groan at the inconvenient realization. “Oh well,” you chuckle, pulling down your pants to relieve yourself against the tree. Yoongi efficiently unpacks the test and hands it to you, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

In a million scenarios, you never imagined finding yourself in a forest, peeing on a stick while Yoongi watches. It’s almost laughable, the twists life takes.

Your voice wavers with uncertainty as you pull your pants back up, glancing at the test.

“Can you set a timer? Three minutes.” You request, the seconds ticking away with the weight of anticipation.

Yoongi swiftly retrieves his phone, the soft glow illuminating his focused expression as he expertly sets a timer, the seconds ticking in sync with the nervous beats of your heart.

Restlessly, you tread back and forth, clutching the test in your hand, each step echoing the restless beats of your heart, anxiously awaiting the passage of time.

Yoongi’s reassuring touch envelopes your waist, leading you to another tree, one untouched by your earlier predicament. “Relax,” he murmurs, settling you down against the sturdy trunk, both of you finding solace in its shelter.

A flicker of curiosity brightens your eyes as you break the silence.

“Aren’t you nervous?” You inquire, secretly craving insight into his seemingly calm demeanor, a shared vulnerability between you two.

“Not really.” He shrugs, a nonchalant exterior belying the subtle lean against your shoulder, a silent reassurance echoing louder than words ever could.

Then silence envelops you, a palpable tension that’s not uncomfortable, but rather pregnant with anticipation, each passing second stretching the boundaries of waiting.

As the timer beeps, you gasp, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, the sound echoing the suspense that has built up within you.

With trembling hands, you bring the test closer to your face, inspecting the results. Your heart gallops like a herd of wild stallions, and your breath quickens in anticipation.

Are you ready for this revelation?

Ready or not, here it is—just one line.

Not pregnant.

Your heart plummets at the stark results, and you release a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

The sting of tears gathers at the corners of your eyes, and a single teardrop slips free.

Yoongi swiftly brushes away your tears, his touch a comforting blend of warmth and reassurance, his fingers tenderly tracing the curve of your cheek.

“Not the results you were hoping for?”

Yoongi’s voice carries a mixture of empathy and concern, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for the emotions hidden within.

Tears cascade down your cheeks in a torrent, your sobs escaping in uncontrollable waves. With a mix of frustration and despair, you discard the test, shielding your face in trembling hands. “I don’t know,” you confess through the emotional turmoil, your vulnerability laid bare.

He cradles your hands, gently freeing your tear-stained face from its hiding place. Drawing you into a cocoon of warmth, he envelops your trembling form in a tender embrace. His fingertips dance soothingly along your back, a silent promise of unwavering support as you release the weight of your emotions on his shoulder.

“It was negative,” you choke on a stifled cry, “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“You were hoping for a positive.” He murmurs warmly against your ear, sending delightful shivers down your spine. Damn it, he’s right. The test has consumed your thoughts for days, and a part of you had secretly wished for a positive result. Fuck.

“I didn’t realize I wanted that,” you sob, clinging to his embrace as if your very existence depended on it.

“It’s okay, babe. To be honest, I’m a bit disappointed too,” he confesses in a tender voice as you slowly pull away from him, locking eyes.

In his eyes, you search for any sign that he’s just saying that to make you happy, but the determination, love, and care in those beautiful brown eyes tell a different story. He wanted the test to be positive too. He wants to have a kid with you. The thought finally hits you, and you begin to cry again.

You ask in disbelief, your body still shaking with the aftermath of tears, “You want to have a baby with me?”

“Yeah,” he looks at you tenderly again, kissing your tear-stained cheek. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“I mean, we haven’t been together long,” you begin as your crying turns into small sobs, your heart slowing down gradually.

“Babe, we’ve known each other for over ten years. Spent so fucking much time loving each other, without telling the other. It’s not about the time, it’s you.”

At this, tears well up again, a cascade of emotions unleashed by his beautiful words.

Your heart leaps and somersaults because, damn it, he’s right. Maybe you haven’t been ‘officially’ together for that long, but the bond you share spans years. It feels natural, like the coming together of two souls that have known each other intimately for decades.

As he speaks, his words paint a vision of a future you never dared to imagine.

“I want kids in the future, and I want them with you,” he declares, his sincerity echoing through the forest. You sob at the beauty of his words, your heart swelling with emotion.

“You’ll be an awesome and fearless mom. You’re strong, incredible, and your heart is so big and full of love,” he continues, each compliment a brushstroke in the portrait of your relationship.

“With you, I want everything. Why waste any more time?” he asks, his soft chuckle carrying the weight of a promise for a future filled with love and possibility.

In the wake of his heartfelt confession, you’re overwhelmed by the cascade of loving and wonderful words that have poured from his lips. You yearn for everything he’s just described, and the intensity of your desire propels you into a kiss that speaks volumes.

It’s not just a simple meeting of lips; it’s a fervent exploration, a hunger for all of him.

The kiss is messy, tears and saliva mingling to create a salty sweetness on your tongues. Yet, in this raw and unfiltered moment, you find solace because, for the first time, you’re not just kissing; you’re tasting the promise of a shared future.

“Damn. I want that too.”

Your moan escapes into his mouth, a symphony of pleasure, as your hands entwine in his long hair, pulling with an urgency that draws a deep groan from him, echoing in the intimate space of your kiss.

As you softly pull away, the realization hits that the tears have ceased, replaced by a new and electric tension. A surge of desire courses through you, prompting you to grind your body against his, teasing and stoking the flames of arousal that now dance between you.

“What does this mean?”

You ask, the taste of salt still lingering on your lips as you lick them. The remnants of your earlier mood dissipate, making room for a lighter and happier atmosphere.

“That I’ll fuck you raw,” he smirks at you, his eyes turning dark with desire.

“Make you nice and round.” he strokes your stomach before cupping your clothed core.

You release a sultry moan, “Fuck, yes.”

You stroll alongside Yoongi, hand in hand, your cheeks likely marked with the remnants of tears, yet you’re beaming, the joy evident. With Yoongi by your side, nothing else holds significance.

As you return to your friends, you catch the intrigued glances they shoot your way, a silent curiosity lingering in the air, though no words are exchanged.

You settle into the chair with Yoongi, the contours of his lap perfectly accommodating your form as you nuzzle your head against his chest, finding solace in the rhythmic beat of his heart.

You feel the weight of curious eyes on you, a silent conversation unfolding in their gazes, laden with unspoken words yearning to break free.

“We’re thinking about heading home tomorrow.” Hoseok starts, his voice carrying a subtle air of decision with each sip of his beer.

“So you can savor a few days of solitude before your vacation bids farewell.” Namjoon chimes in, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

You exchange glances with him and offer a gentle, appreciative smile. Your heart swells with gratitude for the sweetness and thoughtfulness your friends never fail to show.

Seokjin chimes in with a smile, “I miss my girlfriend too.”

“We’ll drive you to the station tomorrow.” Yoongi says, his hands intertwining with yours, a gesture that speaks volumes of comfort and support.

As the night unfolds, a cascade of laughter and clinking beer bottles paints the scene. Hoseok, with his infectious energy, pulls you into a dance, and the rhythm of the music becomes the soundtrack to a night filled with camaraderie and unforgettable moments. Laughter echoes around the campfire, weaving together a tapestry of joy that lingers in the memories of friendship.

“Friday at the bar, don’t be late!”

Hoseok’s enthusiasm resonates in his voice as he envelops you in a warm, anticipatory hug. Then, he turns his exuberance towards Yoongi, squeezing him tightly, a bear hug that elicits a gruff grunt from your usually composed boyfriend.

“Absolutely, can’t wait for the gang to reunite!” Your words ring with genuine joy as you share heartfelt hugs with Namjoon and Seokjin. Even Yoongi, typically reserved, offers reluctant but sincere goodbyes in the form of tight hugs.

As their figures gradually blend into the bustling station crowd, you continue waving, the distance adding a bittersweet tinge to your farewell. The echoes of laughter and shared moments linger, fading with each step they take, leaving you with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation for the next reunion.

“What should we do now? So much alone time.”

Yoongi’s voice, soft and filled with the promise of undisturbed moments, lingers in the air as you both face the van. The question carries the weight of endless possibilities, a canvas awaiting the strokes of your shared desires in the quietude of alone time.

As you both enter Holly, the air crackles with a newfound anticipation. Leaning into Yoongi’s side, you murmur your plan, your words a bold invitation that sets the atmosphere ablaze.

“You drive us back to our campsite,” you start, the door closing behind you, “and then I’ll fuck you senseless.”

Yoongi chuckles, the sound a tempting melody in response to your boldness and the unmistakable glint of desire in your eyes. “Bossy,” he teases, the word laced with a promise of playful surrender.

As he ignites the engine, the subtle purr of the vehicle syncs with the quiet hum of anticipation. Driving back to your campsite, the warmth of your touch on his thigh acts as a silent yet palpable connection, a prelude to the intimacy awaiting both of you.

With Holly’s engine silenced, you pounce on him, the urgency in the air charging the atmosphere. Your hands glide up his thigh, boldly exploring the terrain beneath the fabric. A daring grip on his clothed dick elicits a soft, impassioned moan, your name escaping his lips like a whispered prayer.

“Impatient much?”

He chuckles, the sound a harmonious melody to the rhythm of your teasing palm. Your deliberate touch prompts him to throw his head back against the headrest, surrendering to the escalating desire coursing through every fiber of his being.

“Yeah, I’m already so wet. I just want you inside me, Yoon.”

Your words, laced with a sense of urgency and desire, spill out as you hastily discard both of your pants and underwear, the anticipation building in the air like an electric charge.

“Shit,” he mutters, closing his eyes, savoring a soft breath as you unzip his pants. With his assistance, you deftly pull down both his boxers and pants, leaving them pooled at his knees.

Without hesitation, you straddle him. The confines of the front seat are a bit tight, creating an intimate space that’s not entirely uncomfortable, but charged with anticipation and lust.

His arousal is evident, and you tease him by grinding your core against his throbbing length. The dual response, a twitch and a moan, sends shivers down your spine. The symphony of his pleasure fuels your desire, and you savor every intoxicating sound escaping his lips.

With a confident grip, you guide his dick to your eager entrance, then descend upon him in one seamless motion. The delicious stretch and the raw sensation, liberated from the confines of a condom, draw a heartfelt exclamation.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you gasp, relishing the intimate connection that electrifies the air.

His husky voice, laced with desire, breathes out admiration, “Damn, you’re so tight, taking me so well.’” His hands confidently find your hips, anchoring themselves in a rhythm that mirrors the growing intensity between you.

Your movements become a rhythm of urgency, bouncing in his lap with a fervor that sets a relentless pace from the very beginning. The sensation of fullness overwhelms you, and the impending climax rushes towards you like a tidal wave.

Damn it, the pleasure is so exquisite, so consuming, that you can’t help but surrender to its intoxicating embrace.

Your breath comes in furious pants, a symphony of desire echoing in the air. Fingers entwined in his hair, you tug hard, prompting a hiss of pain from him as you practically impale yourself on his cock.

“Fuck!” The expletive escapes your lips in a primal scream, a raw expression of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through every fiber of your being.

Yoongi’s hold on your hips tightens, his movements synchronized with yours, creating a rhythm that feels like a shared heartbeat between you. With a firm grip, he guides your ascent and descent, an intimate dance of passion and connection.

“Babe,” he pants, his gaze locking onto yours with hooded eyes. “I won’t last much longer.”

You pant and moan his name, “Same here.”

You roll your hips over his, desperately seeking release, while one of your hands trails down to your clit, vigorously rubbing it.

With a few intense strokes on your clit, a surge of pleasure radiates from your core, and you feel a release building up. You let out a breathless moan, calling his name as your vision momentarily blurs. As your body succumbs to the waves of ecstasy, Yoongi takes control, guiding you up and down by your hips, plunging into you with fervor, seamlessly melding with the throes of your orgasm.

Your fingers thread through his hair, gripping and releasing in a rhythm matching the intensity of your movements. With each passionate kiss to his neck, you leave behind a trail of bites that elicit a symphony of pleasurable sounds from him, creating a delicious melody of desire beneath you.

Your name escapes his lips like a fervent prayer, a raw confession of imminent release as he gasps, “Fuck, I’m gonna come, babe,” the words laced with urgency and desire.

In the throes of pleasure, you hiss, “Fill me up, Yoon,” your moan a seductive melody as you sink down on him again, deliberately clenching your walls around him.

“Shit!” he grunts, his release flooding into your welcoming warm pussy.

“You’re absolutely amazing, babe,” he says, his voice dripping with so much love that it envelops you like a warm embrace, making you feel like you could swim in its depths.

“As are you, Yoongi.” You murmur into his ear, wrapping him in a big and warm hug, your breath steadying against the curve of his ear.

You make a conscious effort to savor every fleeting moment of these last few days of your trip, acutely aware that the return to your mundane daily lives is inevitable.

Your period has finally made its appearance, adding a bit of a damper to your spirits and contributing to your already sour mood, but you try not to dwell on it.

You embark on what feels like a magical ‘date,’ where the warmth of a campfire, the sizzling sounds of grilling, and the joy of each other’s company create a perfect, intimate evening in the cocoon of your campsite.

In the familiar rhythm of your camping routine, Yoongi takes the lead at the grill, but tonight, the dance of preparing the meat and chopping vegetables becomes a shared symphony. Surrounded by the serene seclusion of the forest, the campfire’s glow paints a warm ambiance on your faces, casting playful shadows that dance and flicker.

As you skillfully turn the vegetables over the crackling flames, a wistful sigh escapes your lips. “I’m going to miss this when we get back home.”

“We can always go camping on the weekends,” his voice, tinged with a hint of nostalgia, carries the weight of the inevitable return to reality. Yet, his smile, soft and bittersweet, speaks volumes of the preciousness he finds in the present, a moment cocooned in the dancing flames and the quiet murmur of the forest.

“Yeah, I’d love that,” your smile mirrors the warmth of the flickering flames, an unspoken promise to seize the simple joys of weekends and the solace found under the stars.

“What are we gonna do when we get back home?”

As the flames dance, casting a glow on your contemplative expression, you can’t help but sigh, the question lingering in the air like the smoke from the crackling fire. Poking at a charred vegetable in playful defeat, you turn to Yoongi, a mix of curiosity and anticipation in your eyes, as if the answer lies in the shadows painted by the dancing flames.

His gaze locks with yours, a quizzical expression playing on his features.

“What do you mean?” He asks, and you can sense the curiosity dancing in his eyes, eager to unravel the depths of your thoughts.

As you voice the concerns lingering in your mind, your eyes search his face for a glimpse of understanding.

“How are we going to make it work, Yoongi? We’re both workaholics.” You sigh, a smile playing on your lips, a mix of worry and anticipation painting your expression as you contemplate the intricate puzzle of your relationship.

His eyes flicker with a thoughtful gleam as he ponders your question, a soft ‘ah’ escaping his lips, carrying with it the weight of consideration and the promise of an honest response.

With a sigh, you add, “And I don’t want our relationship to fail,” as you skillfully pull the vegetables off the fire, their sizzling sounds a backdrop to the sincerity in your voice. The tray in your hands becomes a vessel for both grilled sustenance and the weight of your heartfelt words.

Yoongi expertly turns the sizzling meat, his eyes focused on the grill as he addresses your concerns.

“First off, I don’t think it’ll fail,” he reassures, the aroma of barbecue blending with the warmth in his words. “We don’t have to see each other every day, although I’d like that very much. You are always welcome in my home or at the garage anytime. And we can do stuff on the weekends,” he adds with a hopeful voice, his smile matching the flickering flames as he places the perfectly grilled meat in a clean tray.

Your eyes light up with enthusiasm. “That sounds nice,” you respond eagerly, reaching for two plates as the prospect of a shared future with Yoongi takes on a tangible, comforting shape.

“I just hope we can make it work.” You express with a hopeful lilt in your voice, the sincerity of your desire for a future with Yoongi shining through.

“I know we can.” He reassures you, his voice carrying a quiet confidence that matches the unwavering belief in your love.

Together, you savor each bite, the conversation flowing effortlessly between dreams of future destinations, the nuances of work, and the tapestry of life itself.

As dawn unfurls its radiant hues, you embark on an early morning hike through the forest, the sun casting golden ribbons through the foliage. The breathtaking spectacle of the sunrise filtering through the trees paints a memory you know will linger, a vivid scene etched in your mind, a treasure to carry with you as you reluctantly prepare to drive home later in the evening.

Hand in hand with Yoongi, you traverse the winding trails, enveloped in a comforting silence that needs no words. The stillness is a serene companion, allowing you to immerse yourselves in the natural symphony of your morning hike—the heady scents of the forest filling your noses, and the ethereal dance of dewy fog casting a mystical spell before you.

Returning from your invigorating hike as the sun climbs the sky, the lure of a sizzling farewell lunch beckons.

Determined to make the most of your remaining moments in this woodland haven, you opt to ignite the grill one last time, infusing the air with the savory aroma of grilling meat and vegetables before bidding adieu to the serenity of the forest.

The atmosphere takes a bittersweet turn, the air thick with a sense of impending departure. Yoongi tends to the grill, the sizzle of meat a poignant soundtrack to your shared melancholy.

You attempt to uplift the mood, filling the air with music that usually brings joy, but its lively notes seem to echo the underlying sadness that has settled between you two. As the speakers play on, both of you navigate the delicate dance between creating a facade of happiness and the somber reality of impending separation, etching the moment with shared glances that speak volumes.

“I don’t want to leave.” You force a laugh, the sound devoid of any genuine mirth. It resonates with an emptiness, a profound hollowness that mirrors the depth of your reluctance to part ways with this place.

“I know. Me neither. But we both have work tomorrow.” Yoongi confesses with a sigh, as if attempting to absorb every detail of this moment in nature. The bittersweet truth hangs in the air, a poignant reminder that, despite parting now, the prospect of future camping trips offers a glimmer of solace.

“It sucks.” You declare, your chopsticks attacking the innocent food on your plate as if it were the source of your frustration. A heavy exhale follows, a gust of annoyance and disappointment that echoes your sentiments louder than words ever could.

In the aftermath of your meal, a heavy silence descends as you both quietly consume the last moments of your enchanted getaway. Once the plates are cleared, a symphony of clinks and clatters follows as you meticulously dismantle the campsite and tidy up the van.

Each fold of the bed, every item stowed away, feels like sealing away a fragment of the magic you’ve experienced.

As you pack with a heavy heart, the memories of this time resonate within you, a bittersweet melody. This retreat has been more than a mere escape; it’s been a rejuvenating balm for your weary soul.

And unexpectedly, amid the rustling leaves and crackling campfire, you discovered more than tranquility—you got Yoongi, a devoted and caring partner who has etched himself into the canvas of your heart more than before.

As the final pieces are carefully stowed away, Yoongi’s voice breaks the silence, “Let’s head home.”

Casting a wistful glance back at the forest, you feel a twinge of longing, realizing just how much you’ll miss this tranquil sanctuary. With a mix of reluctance and anticipation, you join Yoongi in Holly.

“I’m ready,” you declare, a determined spark in your eyes.

“Let’s go.” You add, as if ushering in a new chapter, the engine’s hum signaling both an end and a beginning.

In the whirlwind of days since Yoongi bid you farewell at your apartment, work has morphed into a chaotic dance of demands. Despite the relentless pace, your passion for your job propels you forward, a driving force pushing you through the challenges with unwavering determination.

The ache of missing Yoongi has become a relentless companion, one that tightens its grip especially during the chaotic intervals between your demanding job tasks. In the relentless storm of work, the absence of Yoongi weighs heavy on your heart.

The saving grace amid the chaos is the lifeline of texts exchanged during your fleeting breaks—a comforting escape when the demands of your job threaten to engulf you completely.

Yoongi has been engulfed in a torrent of tasks himself, with a queue of eager customers awaiting the magic touch of his expertise. The relentless stream of demands has formed an impenetrable barrier, rendering it impossible for you to reunite with him since that bittersweet moment he dropped you off.

Exhausted from a taxing day at work—navigating irate customers and orchestrating the intricate dance of formulating next year’s marketing strategy—you feel the weariness etched into every fiber of your being.

Yet, fueled by a deep longing to be with Yoongi, you summon the last reserves of your energy and embark on a drive to his garage.

The brief journey from your workplace to Yoongi’s garage unfolds in a mere 15 minutes, the streets whispering tales of anticipation beneath the tires of your car.

You enter through the door, finding Yoongi engaged in conversation with a client. A warm smile graces your lips as you exchange pleasantries. Yoongi, visibly taken aback by your unexpected visit, manages a surprised expression. Making your way to a cozy corner at the back of the garage, you settle into a small lounge area with a plush couch and a quaint table – a designated spot for clients to wait while Yoongi tends to their automotive needs.

The plushness of the couch cradles your body, its soft embrace a welcome comfort. You surrender to its inviting texture, your eyes drifting lazily downward as relaxation takes hold.

In the gentle embrace of slumber, time becomes a blur, and you awaken to a tender caress on your cheek. A radiant gummy smile and affectionate eyes welcome you back to consciousness.

“You didn’t have to make the trip if you’re exhausted, love.” He remarks with a soft chuckle, playfully poking your nose.

“I couldn’t wait to see you.” You admit with a playful pout, rising from the couch. Yoongi chuckles at your expression, then turns back to the car he was tending to while you napped.

You pull your gaze away from Yoongi’s enticing figure, a mischievous spark in your eyes. His black coveralls, stained with a mix of grease and oil, only seem to enhance his rugged appeal. The plain white shirt beneath, now more of an art canvas of his work, adds an unexpected allure. Unable to contain the fire building within, you confess, “You look so damn sexy in those black coveralls.”

His hair is tousled, as though his hands have navigated through it in moments of frustration. A subtle hint of anticipation makes you unconsciously lick your lips, and with deliberate steps, you close the distance between you.

Yoongi’s laughter resonates through the garage as he continues working beneath the hood of a sleek red car. Unconcerned about the specifics of the make or model, you saunter over, a mischievous glint in your eyes. Playfully, you grab hold of the belt loops on his coveralls, tugging him closer, his frame melding into yours with an enticing collision of desire.

A husky grunt escapes him, “I’m filthy, babe,” he warns, yet he willingly surrenders to the allure of your touch, leaning into the intimacy that lingers between you.

“I couldn’t care less.”

You declare boldly, diving in for a kiss that speaks volumes of your longing. Your hands venture southward, seizing the firm curve of his ass, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.

Abandoning his tools, he seizes your cheeks, intensifying the kiss with a hunger that mirrors a man starved for the taste of your touch.

“I missed you so much.” He breathes as he pulls away, gazing at you with a tender intensity in his eyes.

“Me too. Yoongi, I want you.” You plead, your hands tracing the contours of his body until they rest on his chest, where the steady beat of his heart becomes the rhythm to which your desires dance.

“Fuck. Now?”

He chuckles, running a hand through his tousled hair, and you bite your lip, nodding with eyes that plead for the immediacy of desire.

“You’re so needy. I love it.” He murmurs before diving back into your mouth, a breathless kiss igniting between you. His hands find your ass, squeezing it possessively, eliciting a moan that vibrates through your bodies.

He guides you toward a navy car, and as your legs meet the cool hood, he gently eases you down onto it. The surface sends a shiver in your spine, but the contrasting warmth of arousal floods your senses, creating a delicious tension in you.

You meet his gaze, finding his eyes already dilated and hooded, a hungry anticipation shimmering within them, ready to consume you whole.

His hungry gaze traces every curve of your body, and you catch the subtle motion of his tongue moistening his lips, a clear sign of the anticipation building within him.

He skillfully slips off your shoes, smoothly unzips your pants, and lets them cascade down your body, the fabric whispering against your skin before landing in an eager heap on the floor.

You draw your legs up, finding a perch on the sleek hood of the car, a tantalizing contrast of warmth against the cool metal that sends a shiver of anticipation through your body.

You part your legs, a silent invitation beckoning him to immerse himself in the feast that awaits, an unspoken promise lingering in the air.

“Damn. I can already see how wet you are, fuck,” he remarks, his gaze lingering on your wet panties before slowly dragging them down to join your pants on the floor.

His rough and calloused hands explore the warmth of your pussy, gently teasing your clit, eliciting a moan of pleasure from you. “Such a perfect little pussy. All mine,” his voice drips with possessiveness, sending a delicious shiver down your spine as a surge of lust courses through your body.

He gracefully drops to his knees, and in an electrifying moment, his warm, skilled mouth claims your pussy, causing an immediate arch in your back as waves of pleasure surge through your body.

His tongue dances expertly over your sensitive folds, collecting the intoxicating essence of your arousal, each stroke sending tremors of pleasure through your core.

“Fuck, Yoongi.”

Passion courses through you, and you moan uncontrollably, your hands tangling in Yoongi’s hair as you pull, eliciting a deep groan from him, sending shivers of desire through your entire being.

The scenery is nothing short of breathtaking, a sinful feast for the eyes. As he gazes at you, those once deep brown eyes now bordering on black, you can’t help but feel a magnetic pull, an intensity that sets your heart ablaze.

His relentless suction is met with the playful dance of his tongue, teasingly exploring the depths of your pussy. The sensation is so intense that your eyes involuntarily roll to the back of your head, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

“If you continue with that sinful tongue, I won’t be able to hold back much longer,” you pant above him, and you can practically feel the wicked smirk against your sensitive folds.

His nose occasionally brushes against your sensitive clit, sending electrifying waves of pleasure through your body, and you can feel yourself going feral with an overwhelming surge of arousal.

He skillfully switches it up, his hot mouth returning to your throbbing clit as two of his fingers expertly delve into your core. Your back arches instinctively, and you can’t help but moan his name, breathlessly exclaiming, “Shit, Yoongi!”

With a swift and deliberate motion, he thrusts his two fingers into you at a relentless pace, unerringly targeting your sweet spot from the very outset.

Sensations intensify; your clit pulsates with an insistent rhythm, the coil in your stomach winding tighter with each passing second. Every breath quickens, and it feels like you’re on the verge of snapping at any given moment.

“Shit, I’m coming!”

You pant, your body thrashing above him, arching in the throes of ecstasy. A ringing noise echoes in your ears as he continues to lick you through the waves of your orgasm. When he finally pulls away, you find yourself instinctively closing your legs around him, overwhelmed by the lingering sensations of pleasure.

“Fucking hell, Yoongi. You are incredible with your mouth. Come here and give me a kiss.”

You yank him up by his shirt and draw him in for a passionate kiss. You can taste the remnants of your essence on his lips, but you don’t mind.

He moans into your mouth and abruptly pulls away, fixing you with a gaze filled with both need and unbridled lust.

He tugs at your shirt, demanding, “This. Off.”

Without hesitation, you comply, raising your arms for him to swiftly pull it over your head and drop it to the floor. Now seated on the hood of the car, clad only in your bra, you’re relieved to find that the metal beneath you has warmed, erasing any lingering chill.

He playfully gropes your breasts, his eyes smoldering with desire.

“Off with this too,” he commands, a hunger evident in his voice.

You unclasp your bra, letting it fall down the car to the floor. Yoongi hisses as he takes in your fully naked body, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

His words pierce through you, igniting a fire within, and you sense your nipples responding to his gaze, hardening with a subtle ache.

“Shit.” An involuntary moan escapes your lips, your body ablaze with sensation and desire.

“Why am I the only one naked again?” You chuckle seductively, fingers teasingly pulling at his coveralls.

You strip away his coveralls, letting them cascade to a pool at his feet. Now free from the constraints of it, he leans in for another intoxicating kiss, the air charged with the promise of desire.

You notice the unmistakable outline of his dick through his boxers, and you teasingly pull away, whispering with a seductive smirk, “Those need to go.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, swiftly dragging the fabric down his legs to join the rest of your clothes on the floor.

You eagerly tug at his shirt, mirroring the way he assisted you earlier, revealing the contours of his body free from the constraints of the grease-stained fabric.

You glide your hands over his sculpted chest, tracing the lines of his toned torso and the softness of his tummy, evoking a light chuckle from him. “Damn, you’re irresistible,” you moan. “Every inch of you, I love.” Your whispered words in his ear accompany a firm grasp on his throbbing cock, teasing it with a few playful strokes.

He seizes your breasts, skillfully rolling a sensitive nipple between his fingers, eliciting a sensual moan of pleasure from your lips.

He gently guides you back, allowing your hair to cascade around your face, creating a frame that accentuates the desire etched in your features.

As he explores the curves of your body with one hand, the other skillfully strokes his dick, aligning himself with the heat of your eager folds.

Your patience wearing thin, you feel his tantalizing cock on your folds, gathering traces of your essence. The plea escapes your lips, “Please, just fuck me already.”

He indulges in a lustful chuckle, his words dripping with desire, “So needy and impatient.”

He glides into your warmth with a single, seamless thrust, reaching the hilt effortlessly. A moan of pleasure escapes your lips, savoring the exquisite sensation of how perfectly he stretches you.

He establishes a relentless rhythm, driving into you with a firm grip on your hips. The car sways and rocks in sync with each powerful thrust, creating a symphony of passion and movement.

The intensity builds, and you gasp, questioning between pants, “The car’s in park, right?” as he unerringly targets your sweet spot, delivering each stroke with precision and pleasure.

He chuckles between breaths, his laughter a sensual melody in the air, “Yeah, it’s not going anywhere.”

Lost in the ecstasy, unsure where to anchor yourself, your hands find solace on his strong arms, gripping tightly as if to merge with the intensity of the moment.

As he relentlessly pounds into you, your intoxicating moans harmonize with the rhythm, your velvet walls clenching around him, eliciting a hiss from his lips. “You’re always so damn tight,” he growls, the raw desire in his voice echoing the fervor of your entwined bodies.

“Hey, Yoongi,” caught off guard, you hear a familiar voice calling Yoongi’s name from behind. Your heart races, realizing it’s too late to shield yourself from the waves of embarrassment flooding over you. Mortification takes hold, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

“I wanted to see if you were done with my car.” Jungkook’s voice startles you, and as you turn, you’re met with wide-eyed disbelief written all over his face. He stands not far away, his eyes seemingly on the verge of popping out of their sockets. With a gaping mouth, he appears utterly speechless.

“Ah–, Jungkook…” caught in a scandalous embrace with Yoongi, the sudden intrusion of Jungkook startles a moan from your lips. Your eyes lock with his, and as Yoongi continues his relentless pace, the intensity of Jungkook’s unwavering gaze heightens the illicit thrill.

Your body responds, walls clenching around Yoongi, a confusing mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through you.

Why isn’t Jungkook looking away?

And why, against all logic, does it only turn you on even more? Fuck.

As the symphony of primal sounds, a mixture of Yoongi’s guttural groans and the rhythmic slapping noises, reverberates through the garage, Jungkook finally seems to snap out of his trance.

“Fucking shit, I’m so sorry!”

Fumbling for apologies, Jungkook hastily covers his eyes and spins around, as if attempting to erase the explicit scene he’s unintentionally stumbled upon.

“I’ll come back later!” He shouts, almost sprinting out of the garage, leaving an awkward air lingering in his wake.

Yoongi’s powerful thrusts continue, unyielding. He leans down, his intense gaze fixating on your face. His voice, low and venomous, slices through the heated air, commanding, “Never moan another man’s name again,” as if marking his territory with each impassioned word.

In the absence of your response, his hands assertively claim your breasts, skillfully pinching both nipples. An involuntary twist of pain courses through you, a visceral reaction to his unrelenting touch.

“Did you hear me?”

His voice cuts through the charged air, a stern demand echoing in the garage, his eyes eclipsed by a profound intensity that demands your attention.

“Fuck! Yes! I won’t do it again!”

In a breathless chorus of affirmation, you surrender, the raw urgency in your voice harmonizing with the rhythmic cadence of your panting breaths as the impending release surges through you.

With a final series of primal thrusts, he withdraws from the depths of your pussy, leaving you tingling, breathless and confused.

“Follow me,” his command hangs in the air, and with a firm yet gentle pull, he guides you off the car and onto your unsteady feet.

As he guides you through the garage, both of you naked and exposed, you can’t help but inquire breathlessly, “Should we lock the door?”

He smirks, his voice a low rasp as you arrive at his office.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He declares, the audacity in his gaze intensifying. “Seems like you like being watched. Just like in the forest, huh? Don’t think I didn’t feel you clench around me as Jungkook watched you get fucked.”

With purpose, he propels you toward the couch in his office, ruthlessly clearing half of its contents to the floor. Pillows and discarded clothes cascade, creating a scattered pool at your feet.

In a low, demanding tone, he orders, “On all fours. Couch. Now.”

As you hasten to comply, he positions himself just behind you, prompting a swift bend on his firm couch. The assertive grip on your ass intensifies, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you.”

He pants, desire thick in his voice as he strokes his dick, aligning once more with your eager pussy. “Make you nice and round, babe,” he grunts, the raw intensity of his thrusts sending waves of pleasure through you as he effortlessly slips back into the depth of your core.

“Fuck!” The sensation is even more constricting than before, and the provocative baby talk is pushing you to the edge. It’s utterly sinful, igniting something primal within you.

He pins you forcefully against the unforgiving couch, driving your head down, each powerful thrust causing it to shift and creak in protest, mirroring the intensity of your entwined passion.

Your senses are on the verge of overload, the relentless pleasure almost too much to bear. Thoughts dissolve into a blissful haze, and all that remains is the exquisite sensation of him sliding perfectly between your thighs.

“I bet you’ll look so incredible carrying our baby,” he pants, his grip tightening on a makeshift ponytail of your hair as he pulls you upwards with a low moan.

“Fuck!”

You arch your back, relishing the delicious pull on your scalp that sends electrifying shivers down your spine.

You’re completely lost, a symphony of pants and moans escaping your lips. All you can do is surrender to the overwhelming sensation of his incredible thrusts.

His fingers leave a fiery trail as they wander from your hair to one of your breasts, teasingly groping. “Damn, your breasts will get bigger too,” he breathes, his words a sultry promise echoing in the heated air.

“Though I like them just as they are.” He murmurs in rhythm with a punctuated thrust, his voice a seductive melody harmonizing with the passionate dance between you.

At the sound of his words, a surge of desire courses through you, causing your walls to instinctively clench around him. He responds with a sharp intake of breath, a symphony of pleasure echoing in the intimate space between you.

“You like this, don’t you?”

His voice, low and sultry, fills the room as he pulls on your hair once more, a tantalizing twist that sends a shiver down your spine. A subtle burn lingers, a delicious reminder of the electrifying sensations between you.

His name escapes your lips in a breathless moan of agreement, words failing to convey the intensity of the moment.

As he relinquishes his grip on your hair and breasts, his hands now firmly anchored on your hips, he rasps, “You look forward to being all puffy and swollen, don’t you?”

His voice carries a seductive promise that sends shivers down your spine.

As the peak of pleasure beckons, the intoxicating blend of his presence within you and his lascivious words has you teetering on the edge. It’s as if the mere fusion of his dick in your pussy and the erotic cadence of his dirty words might propel you into climax without any further touch.

Attempting to vocalize your pleasure, a choked moan escapes your lips, a visceral symphony echoing the tightening coil of your body.

As he relentlessly thrusts, plunging into the depths of your pussy, he smirks and provocatively questions, “Are you coming, babe?”

In a fervor, you attempt to nod, your head resting down on the couch, eyes tightly shut, and hands clenched in the grip of pleasure.

His voice rumbles with desire as he commands, “Come on my dick,” his grip on your hips tightening, forcefully pulling you onto him, the unmistakable sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through his office.

You release the tightly wound coil within you, and a warm flood of your essence envelops his pulsating dick. Colors dance before your eyes, a vivid symphony of sensations, as he, too, begins the pursuit of his own intoxicating climax.

His fervent praise echoes through the room as your moans and pants harmonize with the symphony of pleasure.

“Shit, you feel so good.” His words, like a sultry melody, intensify the rhythm of ecstasy.

His raspy voice, saturated with pleasure, reverberates in the air as he relentlessly delves deep, bringing you to the brink. “Almost there, babe,” the promise of climax hangs in the room, each thrust a pulsating step toward an imminent release.

His fingers carve ephemeral imprints into the canvas of your hips, a testament to the intensity of his grip. With a primal and forceful thrust, he spills into you, a guttural exclamation escaping his lips, “Fucking shit!”

He persists in his rhythmic thrusts, a seamless dance that continues for what feels like an eternity. The symphony of heavy panting fills the air, a harmonious testament to the intoxicating pleasure enveloping both of you.

As he tenderly withdraws from the embrace of your walls, a bittersweet ache lingers.

The ebbing warmth of his departure leaves a void, and you sense the telltale trickle of his semen tracing a tantalizing path down your trembling thighs. His appreciative hisses and groans echo the shared intimacy, turning the aftermath into a mosaic of shared passion.

With a resounding smack, he playfully ignites the fire beneath your skin, “You look so hot like this,” he remarks, his words carrying a teasing heat that matches the fiery imprint on your ass.

With a mischievous twirl, you shake your ass provocatively, a sassy smirk dancing on your lips, “Don’t I always look hot?”

He chuckles at your brattiness, delivering another firm slap to your ass, “Always, and I can’t get enough of you.”

You finally turn around, sitting down on the couch, to face him, licking your lips with a mischievous glint in your eyes, “I love you so fucking much, Yoongi,” your voice filled with a mix of passion and sincerity that leaves no room for doubt.

He smiles, his touch tracing a delicate path along your cheek, “Fuck, I love you too, babe,” his words carrying the weight of a thousand emotions, a confession that lingers in the air like a sweet promise.

Love saturates the atmosphere, wrapping around you both so tightly that the soft rumble from your stomach escapes like a playful secret, painting a grin on his already handsome face.

Your stomach protests again with a subtle growl, and he chuckles, the sound like a melody blending with the tender kiss he places on your lips.

“Hungry, babe?” he teases, the warmth of his laughter echoing the affection in the air.

Amidst the afterglow, you share a playful chuckle, the joyous sound filling the room.

“Yes, I’m starving,” you confess, relishing the delightful nakedness and the shared intimacy of the moment.

As the Friday sun dips below the city skyline, a wave of contentment washes over you.

Work today was surprisingly pleasant, but what truly fuels your excitement is the anticipation of reuniting with your friends at the bar later. The prospect of laughter and camaraderie lights up your evening horizon.

After a demanding day at work, you sought refuge in the comforting embrace of Yoongi’s home. The soft sanctuary of his sheets cradles you, offering solace and a much-needed respite from the challenges of the day.

As you reluctantly peel yourself away from the embrace of the bed, a tangle of limbs and sheets left in the wake of a time filled with passion, you’re greeted by the stark reality of time ticking away. Your naked form, a canvas marked by the shared intensity, moves with purpose. In the urgency to locate your scattered clothes, a playful smile dances on your lips.

“We have to get ready now, or else Hoseok will kill us if we’re late!”

“We’ll make it,” his laughter, a melodic assurance, echoes through the room as you engage in a hasty scavenger hunt for the garments that will shield your modesty.

Triumphantly seizing the clothes, there’s a playful finesse to your actions as you toss his attire in his direction, a comical dance of urgency and amusement.

With effortless efficiency, you transform from the cozy intimacy of his home to the bustling anticipation of the cityscape. Your steps echo determination, a rhythm set by the pulse of the impending night. Brisk and purposeful, you navigate the urban terrain, a seamless transition from the quiet haven of his house to the lively rhythm of the city streets.

The search for a bus becomes a quest, an adventure laced with the promise of vibrant encounters awaiting you in the heart of the metropolis.

Entwined in the lively hum of the crowded bus, you and Yoongi carve out a cozy haven amidst the kaleidoscope of humanity. Hand in hand, your fingers dance in silent symphony, finding solace in the familiar warmth of each other’s touch. With your head nestled on his shoulders, you embark on the journey to the bar to meet up with your friends.

As you step into the lively ambiance of the bar, the infectious melody of your friends’ laughter orchestrates a beacon, guiding you unerringly to their gathering. Their exuberant joy reverberates in the air, making them a vibrant constellation impossible to overlook amidst the bustling backdrop of the bar’s chatter and clinking glasses.

“Hi,” you join the lively cluster of your friends with a warm greeting, sliding seamlessly into the open space next to Jungkook, who graciously makes room for both you and Yoongi.

A subtle, rosy hue paints Jungkook’s cheeks a bright red, mirroring the flush that graces your own face as you and he share a shy glance, deliberately sidestepping prolonged eye contact in the midst of the gathering.

“You’re late,” Hoseok’s voice carries a mockingly stern tone as he playfully rolls his eyes at your belated entrance, his knowing gaze signaling that he’s well aware of the delightful reason behind your tardiness.

“Hey,” a collective greeting resonates from the group, their eyes discreetly flickering between you and Yoongi, deliberately sidestepping Hoseok��s playful comment.

Your warm smile encompasses the group as you inquire, “How have you all been?”

Your eyes sweep across each face, a genuine affection evident, and you add, “I’ve missed you.”

Namjoon passes a pair of beers your way, and with a subtle gesture, you gracefully direct yours to Yoongi, ensuring he has two. Opting for a bottle of water, your choice doesn’t escape Namjoon’s notice, though he maintains a thoughtful silence.

Jungkook, still blushing beside you, stammers out, “It’s going well. I’ve landed more modeling gigs, and some are even international!” He chirps with infectious happiness, sharing his success with the group.

“Wow, that’s incredible, Kook,” you pat him on the shoulders, your touch conveying genuine pride and admiration. Feeling him tense beneath your hand, you can’t help but marvel at how he’s fearlessly pursued his dreams.

“The trip was amazing; I actually got contacted because of the pictures I uploaded to my Instagram,” he boasts with pride, and the table erupts in cheers. Everyone is genuinely happy for him, celebrating his success.

You can’t help but notice his still lingering blush and how he subtly avoids making eye contact with you.

You shift your gaze to Hoseok, who’s casually sipping his beer. Sensing your lingering attention, he speaks, “Not much has changed since our last chat,” a warm smile playing on his lips.

You chuckle and take a sip of your water, scooting closer to Yoongi at your side, the warmth between you growing with every inch.

Seokjin’s infectious chuckles draw you in, the sound a delightful melody weaving through the air. “When I came home, my girlfriend had orchestrated a full-scale rearrangement of our entire apartment,” he shares, laughter dancing in his eyes.

“I thought the nesting phase happened later in the pregnancy, but now I don’t know where my stuff is, and neither does she.” The room erupts in laughter, and you find yourself clutching your stomach, the ache from amusement almost as sweet as the camaraderie in the moment.

“That sucks man,” Taehyung remarks, his laughter lingering in the air.

“What about you Tae?” Namjoon asks him with a smile.

“Ah, life’s the same old rollercoaster, but that vacation? Absolutely necessary.” He shares, his smile a vibrant punctuation to the story in his eyes.

“Spill the tea, Joonie. What’s been brewing in your world since we got back?” Yoongi takes a leisurely sip of his beer, a conspiratorial glint in his eye as he nudges Namjoon, inviting a glimpse into the tapestry of his recent adventures.

“I took that girl from the dating app out on a date,” he confesses, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Turns out, she’s not just nice; we’re practically living parallel lives. It’s uncanny how much we have in common.”

“That’s wonderful, Joonie!” you beam like a lovesick fool. “I’m genuinely thrilled for you. Wishing you all the best, and I hope things work out perfectly for you two.”

Wrapped in Yoongi’s comforting embrace, you surrender to the warmth, a lovesick fool drowning in the bliss of his arms.

You catch the heavy sigh escaping Jimin’s lips as he nurses his beer, and with a knowing look, he confesses, “The vacation was incredible, but reality hits hard. Work hasn’t changed a bit, and I’m already feeling drained,” he laments, taking another sip of his beer.

Seokjin raises an eyebrow, taking a hearty gulp of his beer, “Why the hell is your face as red as a tomato, Kook? What’s wrong?”

Everyone’s gaze converges on the youngest, and the deepening shade of his blush is impossible to ignore. You sense the topic at hand, your cheeks mirroring the rosy hue. Yoongi, nonchalant, chuckles beside you, adding to the collective curiosity in the room.

“Why the laughter, Yoongi?” Namjoon quirks an eyebrow inquisitively.

As he scans the expressions on both you and Jungkook’s faces, it becomes evident how you both go out of your way to avoid each other’s eyes.

“Something definitely went down between you two,” Hoseok chimes in, his voice filled with playful curiosity.

Jimin suddenly becomes intensely interested, leaning over the table to scrutinize both you and Jungkook. “Spill the details,” he demands with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Nothing happened!” Jungkook blurts out, raising his arms in a hasty defense, desperately trying to shield his crimson face. You, on the other hand, find solace in staring at the floor, unable to meet the curious gazes probing at your secret.

The guys persistently badger Jungkook for more information, but he clams up, sealing his lips tighter than a vault. Frustrated, their attention shifts to Yoongi once again.

Yoongi, nonchalant, raises his beer to his lips for another sip before casually revealing, “He saw us fuck.”

Jungkook lets out a dramatic groan, his hands shielding his eyes as if the vivid image of you and Yoongi in the throes of sex is still burned into his mind. The other guys, practically choking on their beers, sport eyes as wide as teacups, thoroughly amused by the revelation.

“What?” Taehyung practically yells, laughter bubbling up so much that his eyes glisten with tears. He turns to Jungkook with an incredulous expression, as if seeking confirmation for the unbelievable revelation.

“Why the hell were you watching them?” He interrogates Jungkook, genuine curiosity mirrored in the eyes of the entire group.

Jungkook finally glances at the group, his voice trailing off hesitantly, “I came to pick up my car at Yoongi hyung’s garage…” His eyes wander across the faces of the group, finally locking onto yours.

“And they were... at it,” his eyes reflect a blend of hurt and discomfort, “on the hood of my damn car,” he states with a stern and definitive tone.

A collective gasp fills the room, and all eyes turn towards you.

Your gaze immediately drops to the floor.

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks – it was Jungkook’s car.

The hurt in his eyes now makes sense; he adores that car. The frustration builds as you grasp that Yoongi was well aware, yet said nothing! There will definitely be a conversation about this later, dammit.

“Gross!” Taehyung scowls and audibly scoffs, taking an exaggerated sip of his beer to mask the disbelief etched on his face.

Seokjin shakes his head in amused disbelief, his words carrying a playful scolding. “Aish, you’re not teenagers anymore! You’re in your thirties for God’s sake.” Laughter erupts from Teahyung, Namjoon, Jimin, and Hoseok, echoing the sentiment.

Namjoon bursts into earnest laughter, his words carrying a teasing tone. “Forgot to lock the door? Rookie mistake.”

Jimin raises his beer high in the air, a mischievous glint in his eye. “A toast!” you all turn towards him, curious about the unexpected celebration.

“To ___!” Jimin bellows, breaking the silence, and with some hesitation, the rest of the group chimes in, including Yoongi. You can only watch them with a mix of surprise and amusement.

“She finally got that office fuck!” Jimin exclaims with contagious joy, and the rest of the group erupts in laughter so uproarious that it turns heads throughout the entire bar.

Author’s note (2): OMG! This is the end of Friendcation 😭 What a wild ride it has been to write it. But so, so good. What first started as an idea because my sister and brother-in-law were going on a roadtrip in their van around Europe, birthed this lovely story 😭

I truly want to say a big enormous thank you, to you. Yes, you! Thank you so much for all the time you have spent reading this series – I really hoped you liked it. I appreciate every single one of you, you guys are amazing 💜

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Summary ↠ They can’t get enough of you, so why not share? Genre ↠ Smut||Fluff if you blink▸REPOST Pairing ↠ Jungkook x reader, jimin x reader, seokjin x reader TW ↠ Dom!jungkook, dom!jimin, dom!seokjin, sub!reader, established relationship, begging, consensual non-consent, degradation, fingering, punishment, nipple play, foursome, unprotected sex, protected sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, lots of cum, deep throat, sloppy seconds (thirds?), triple penetration, tea-bagging, double-vaginal penetration, face slapping, butt slapping, impreg/breeding kink, name-calling, spitting, aftercare kinda Word count ↠ 5.5k

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As you stepped into your apartment at the end of a long day at work, you had nothing on your mind except to order some takeout, take a nice long bubble bath, and crawl into bed. Your boyfriend, Seokjin told you he’d be working late tonight, so you weren’t going to be able to enjoy his delicious cooking, unfortunately.

You took off your shoes and walked to the kitchen. As you reached to turn on the light switch, you felt one arm wrap tightly around your waist while the other covered your mouth. Panicking, you tried to scream, but the grip on your mouth was too tight. You tried to twist and kick back, but the person who had grabbed you lifted you easily off your feet and began to take you to your bedroom, his hand still covering your mouth.

Every cell in your body was alight with terror. You struggled as much as you could but you couldn’t get out of this man’s strong grip. Eventually, he entered your bedroom and threw you onto the bed like a ragdoll.

You looked up, seeing his face for the first time and it was someone you recognized. Park Jimin. Suddenly, everything clicked into place. Your pounding heart slowed down and you relaxed. It was finally happening.

When Seokjin had suggested a foursome with two of his closest friends, you were only too eager to agree and so were they. They seemed even more excited about the prospect than you were, if that was even possible. Seokjin had confessed that they’d always had a bit of a crush on you. The four of you talked it out and had a very serious discussion about how things were going to happen. You all talked about your kinks, boundaries, limits, safe words, and everything in between.

You had agreed to this. The plan was that one or more of them would sneak up on you when you didn’t expect it and grab you and start the scene. This was all planned out, except for when. Truthfully, the discussion had happened a while back now and you’d almost forgotten about it. He truly got you.

“Jimin?” You said breathlessly. You wondered where the others were. Jin and Jungkook were supposed to be here too.

“Keep your mouth shut and take your clothes off,” Jimin said promptly. Anticipating your question he answered you, “I wanted a bit of time alone with you before Jungkook and Jin-hyung got here. They both said that was okay,” he raised his eyebrows at you, seemingly to ask if you had any problem with that. He was giving you a chance to safeword out.

“Okay,” you nodded, as you pulled off your clothes, still on the bed. You made quick work of your skirt and blouse, tossing them onto the floor. In a perfect world, you’d be wearing your favourite red lace set right now, but as it was you were wearing a mismatched white sports bra and blue bikini briefs. Hey, you didn’t know this was going to happen tonight and you just wanted to be comfortable at work. You took them off and tossed them down too.

“Good girl,” Jimin said, his signature smirk lighting up his face. This man was pure walking sex and the worst part about it was that he knew it. “I like it when a slut knows how to follow orders.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling. You loved how he was talking to you, those words from a man like that had your pussy gushing already.

Jimin didn’t miss a thing though and was quick to call you out. “Oh, you like being my obedient slut?”

“I do.”

“Well, show me how good you can be. Get on your front. Face down, ass up,” he instructed with the authority of a man who’d done this plenty of times. Jimin had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around but you knew he had the kindest, gentlest heart.

You did as you were told, burying your head in the bed. This position was always slightly embarrassing in front of someone new. You buried your face in the bed, not wanting to look at him as he came towards you.

You felt a slight dip in the bed as he climbed on behind you, examining you like a piece of meat. You felt like an object and you liked it. He put his fingers on your already soaked pussy, spreading your wetness around.

“Jesus, you’re this fucking drenched already?” He asked, pushing a finger into your cunt.

It seemed to be a rhetorical question so you didn’t bother to answer, instead relishing in the fact that something was inside you. You writhed a bit, trying to get his finger to hit your sweet spot, when he pulled it out of you as quick as he could.

“I’ve never met such a desperate slut,” he admonished you and you were almost chagrined. Almost.

“I’m sorry, Jimin,” you said, trying your best to look back at him from your position.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I should’ve known. Pathetic sluts like you are always so desperate to get something in their pussy.”

Jimin continued, spreading your wetness up and down with his fingers again. “Now tell me, which holes am I allowed to use?”

You’d talked about this extensively of course, but you appreciated that he was asking you again, giving you the chance to change your mind now that you were actually here.

“All of them,” you said, confidently.

“Perfect,” he said, giving your ass an approving smack. “I think I’m gonna start with that pretty mouth of yours. On your knees on the floor, slut. Now.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. Jimin had sat down on the edge of the bed, with his legs wide. You could see the bulge at his crotch. You got between his knees and began to undo his button, sliding his fly down, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs. You were somewhat surprised. Jimin had always struck you as a tighty whitey guy.

“What are you waiting for? I know how bad you want a cock inside you, doesn’t matter where. Now here’s your chance.”

You smiled and kissed the tip of Jimin’s pretty pink erection before proceeding to lick his shaft all the way from the base to the tip. Jimin groaned with obvious arousal and you felt positively giddy. You took him into your mouth properly and began to suck him off, taking him deeper and deeper until he was practically hitting the back of your throat. With your lack of a gag reflex, cock sucking was something you’d always been good at.

“Fuck,” Jimin said above, “That’s good. Jin told me about how good you were with your mouth but damn.”

You were pleased. His moans of pleasure had you dripping onto the hardwood. The fact that you were causing those moans only turned you on more. You wanted to pleasure him. Just as your jaw was getting sore, a certain hitch in his breath made you believe he was close. You redoubled your efforts, bobbing yourself on his cock so he’d cum in your mouth.

Jimin, however, had another idea. He grabbed you by the hair and abruptly pulled you off his cock. You glared up at him, annoyed, but he just smirked down at you.

“I know you’re a cum hungry whore, but not so fast. You haven’t earned it,” he said, while stroking his shaft. “I’m gonna finish all over your face. Make you look nice and pretty for when Jin and Jungkook arrive.”

He did exactly as he said, finishing on your face. His cum hit you right in between the eyebrows, like a perfect bulls-eye. Jimin used his slowly softening cock to spread it around your face, purposely messing up your makeup in the process.

Right on time, you heard people entering the room from the door behind you and you twisted around to see your gorgeous boyfriend, Seokjin, and his equally handsome friend, Jungkook. You could only imagine the mess you looked right now, naked, covered in Jimin’s cum and your own saliva. Your makeup was a mess and probably your hair too.

“Jimin-ah,” Jin said in mock irritation. “You’ve made such a mess of her already.”

“Just breaking her in a bit,” Jimin replied.

“I think she looks great,” Jungkook said, brightly. You made eye contact with him and both of you blushed slightly. You knew him the least, and he was also a few years younger than you so being in this state in front of him was particularly embarrassing.

“Have you been a good little whore for my friend, princess?” Jin asked you, eyeing the fluids on your face, neck, and chest.

“I think so,” you said, glancing over at Jimin.

“She’s been okay,” Jimin said, dismissively and you pouted at his words.

“Hey, none of that,” Jin admonished, as he gripped your chin tightly, forcing you to look up at him. “No pouting.”

“I bet I can get that pout off her face, hyung,” Jungkook said, mischievously. You looked at the bunny-faced boy. “I bet her pussy’s barely been touched. Jimin-hyung is selfish like that. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, hoping to convey the pathetic desperation you felt. You looked over at Jimin and he scoffed.

Jungkook crouched down to your eye level and took one of your breasts in his hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers, “How about this?” Jungkook proposed, sweetly, “I’ll let you ride me, but you have to promise not to cum, okay? Can you be a good girl and do that?”

“I can,” you said, eagerly, looking up at him and then to Seokjin. There was comfort in having him here.

Jungkook got back up and laid down on the bed, pulling his cock out and giving it a few strokes. You climbed on top of him, taking his erection in your fingers and lining it up with your entrance, before fully sheathing himself inside of you.

Both of you moaned at the same time and slowly you began to bounce on his cock.

“Fuck yes,” Jungkook said, watching your tits bounce as you rode him faster and faster. He reached up to grab them, squeezing tightly as he did so. You slowed down and yelped in pain. Jungkook did it again, grabbing your nipples and pinching them this time. Again, you let out a shriek of pain and pleasure.

Jin walked over and stood beside the two of you, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. He pulled you by the hair, forcing you to look up at him, “You’re so fucking loud,” he admonished, “Do I have to stick my cock in your mouth to get you to shut the fuck up?”

“I’m sorry,” you said to Jin, insincerely. Truly, the thought of taking Jin in your mouth while Jungkook was in your pussy gave you a heady rush.

“I bet that’s exactly what you want,” Jin said, as if reading your mind. He knew you too well at this point. “How about I make you lick my balls instead?”

You opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out, letting him place them on your tongue. You licked them as best you could, while looking up at him.

“I’m gonna need you to do better than that, slut,” Jin said, and you took the opportunity to take his balls in your mouth completely, still massaging them with your tongue. “That’s better. That shut you up didn’t it?”

You said nothing, because it wasn’t as though you could, you could barely even breathe. You just moaned with him in your mouth. A few seconds later, he removed himself so you could finally get a lungful of oxygen.

Jin let you take a few gulps of air before sticking his cock in your mouth, he pushed himself straight to the back of your throat, knowing you could take it. Jungkook was thrusting up underneath and having two cocks inside of you at once was an amazing feeling.

Just then you felt someone behind you, obviously Jimin. He pushed you down slightly, and you felt him spread your ass cheeks apart with his hands. “Guess I’ll use the one hole you have left,” he said, “Lucky me.”

You felt him spread the warm lube on your asshole, and then push one finger in, pumping it a few times. He removed it and you heard him rip open a condom packet, and roll it over his hard erection. He put the tip of his cock right on your rear entrance and he pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his thickness. Once he was all the way in he stilled inside you, “You love having three cocks inside of you, don’t you, you dirty whore?”

You moaned with Seokjin’s cock in your mouth, your eyes rolling back. Jimin began pounding into your ass while Jungkook was doing the same to your pussy. Seokjin was straight up fucking your throat. The gagging sounds you were making were obscene. You truly felt like you were their little fucktoy, to be used as they pleased.

As they continued hammering away at all your holes, you felt your orgasm rushing up on you. You couldn’t have stopped it if you tried. You came all over Jungkook’s cock, shrieking around Seokjin’s and getting pounded by Jimin’s.

As soon as you came, Seokjin pulled himself out of your mouth, and gave you a smack across your face.

“Didn’t Jungkook tell you not to cum, you pathetic fucking slut?”

Before you could answer, Seokjin slapped you across the face again, while Jimin slapped your ass.

“Useless whore can’t even follow simple instructions,” Jimin said while pulling out of you.

“Get off Jungkook’s dick and clean up your mess, slut. Lick all your filthy cum off of it,” Jin said, harshly and you complied without complaint. You got up off of Jungkook on your shaky knees and moved back, then leaned down and began cleaning up his cock with your tongue, your face burning slightly with embarrassment.

“That’s right,” Jungkook said, with a mischievous smile on his face, as he watched you licking him up. You were meticulous in your duty, licking every morsel of cum off of him. Once you were done, you sat up and looked around at the men shyly.

“Good girl,” Jungkook said, and you blushed at the praise. “But you still need to be punished. I think since you wanted to cum so badly, you should cum over and over again.”

Right when he said that, Jimin grabbed you and pushed you down on your back on the bed, holding your arms down so you couldn’t use them. Jungkook then grabbed your thighs and forced them apart, holding them open. Evidently, they had discussed this particular punishment in advance, since Jin appeared holding what you recognized as your own vibrator.

“No!” You protested, struggling against the strength of the two handsome men who were holding you down, but it was no use.

“Disobedient whores get punished,” Jimin said, simply. He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, holding them together over your head. With this free hand, he reached down and gave your pussy a harsh smack.

You screamed and tried to bring your legs together, but Jungkook easily kept them apart, keeping your wet cunt exposed for all of them. Jimin gave your pussy another smack, and then another, until you were sobbing out an apology.

“I’m s-sorry,” you said, with tears running down your temples and into your hair, “I’m so sorry, please stop.”

Jimin pinched your clitoris between this thumb and his forefinger, “Who the fuck said you were allowed to tell us to stop? Hmm? Don’t you know you’re our fucktoy? We decide when this is over.” That wasn’t technically true, of course, you could safeword out anytime but what he was saying had you gushing.

“Yes, you’re r-right, I’m sorry,” you cried, and Jimin let go of your clit, finally giving you some relief.

Jungkook was still holding your legs apart. He was staring at your drenched pussy when he had an idea.

“Instead, how about Jimin-hyung and I fuck this pussy together?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

You felt a mixture of fear and arousal at the thought of it. Could you take them both? Jungkook’s cock was thinner, but it was long, whereas Jimin’s was shorter but thick. The thought of them both pounding your pussy excited you like crazy.

You looked up at Jin, wondering if he’d protest but he just smiled instead.

“Go ahead. That’s what whores are for. We’re not done here until we’ve properly abused all your holes. They can both take your pussy and then later I can fill that dirty cunt until it’s leaking out all of our cum.”

You shiver at his words, eyeing him sensually but also making sure to give him your soft and obedient eyes he loved so much. A soft hand brushes over your cheek, your attention quickly turns to Jimin who demands your attention while biting his lower lip. “I’m going to need you to sit on Jungkook’s cock facing the opposite wall and then I want you to lay back onto his chest while he sits back on the pillows. Do you think your pretty pussy can take the stretch? Hm?”

Wanting nothing more than to please them all, you nod without hesitation and do exactly as he’s asked without missing a beat. Jungkook had been eagerly waiting the entire time, eyes glazed over and sense heightened from the smell of sex in the air. As he makes himself comfortable, you feel exposed while Jimin and Jin run their hand over their cocks slowly. You can tell they’re hurting, their red and weeping tips making you hungry.

Jungkook’s hands on your hips draw your attention and looking back at him you see his eyes are totally focused on your ass and nothing else. You get into place and straddle him all the while looking right into Jimin’s eyes. “Like this?,” you tease earning a low warning growl from him. You turn away from his intimidating glare letting Jungkook line himself up to your slit before pulling you down. He doesn’t wait until you’ve caught your breath, already on his second stroke when Jimin makes his appearance.

“Now lay back.” Jimin pushes on your chest softly and Jungkook’s hand supports your back. Soft kisses are placed over your shoulder from the man whose length is still buried deep inside of you, and you adjust your legs so they are not stretching in an uncomfortable way. Jungkook’s lips distract you, nosing along your jawline and ear lobe distracting from the fact that Jimin is crawling up the bed between your thighs. When he presses the head of his cock onto your clit you jolt. You start to wonder if you really could do this, if your body was able to take two men at once. “I think I’m going to need help,” you whimper, alerting Jin. He locks eyes with Jimin and with unsaid words Jimin already knows what to do. He licks two of his fingers and brings them down to the hood of your pussy where he begins to rub it in slow circles. At the same time Jungkook moves once again and the squelching sounds you hear in this position are embarrassing. You’re so lost in the feeling that when Jimin slips in a finger to join Jungkook’s dick you squeal.

“Hush, whore. I know you can take this. Right? You want to be our good girl, don't you?”

The truth was you wanted nothing more than to be used like the horny little bitch you were, and if that meant being stretched by two cocks, so be it. You feel his finger finesse your opening, your arousal making it easy for him to slip in an entire finger. Jin’s cock was quite large and girthy so this wasn’t too bad. But when he slips in another you have to bite your lip to hold back your cry. You can feel this like nothing else, your tears slipping down and lip bleeding from the new feeling. The men immediately detect this, rushing to ease your pain. Jimin kisses you slow and deep while Jungkook massages your nipples. Just when you think you’re about to throw in the towel you hear Jin’s voice low and gravelly voice in your ear.

“If you can do this for me, I’d be so pleased with you. I can already tell your cunt wants it. Look how your body responds, how your nipples pebble and cum coats Jungkook’s dick. I bet you could take three cocks, couldn’t you, princess?”

It’s all you need, his praises urging you to widen your legs and relax your hole. Jimin senses this, his second finger now fully fitting inside of you. The burn is insane, but you’re so turned on by the fact that your boyfriend loves it you can’t help but to want to please him. “That’s a good girl,” Jungkook whispers along the shell of your ear, his tongue and teeth biting the flesh while his hips begin their torturous rhythm once again. You can feel Jimin’s thick fingers rub against you while you’re being thrust into and suddenly it’s not enough.

“P-please. I need more. I want more. Fuck me like your dirty cocksleeve. PLEASE!”

A wicked grin appears on Jimin’s face and not needing more permission, he puts the head of his cock at your entrance and leans forward. One hand holding him up, he kisses you deep, shoving his tongue so far inside your mouth you almost gag. In this exact moment, Jimin pushes the head down and slides it into you at a slow, excruciating pace. The feeling is too much and even Jungkook groans behind you. Jimin swallows your cries as he feels himself getting deeper and deeper.

You pull away from his kiss, a guttural cry escaping you. You have never felt so full and it aches just as much as it feels incredible. The three of you are motionless for at least two minutes until Jimin’s tongue on your neck brings you back to reality. He makes a move to pull back and the three of you moan.

“Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good.” Jin rewards you with his words, his cock so thick in his hand he could cum at just the sound of your voice. He’s holding on to his last thread of sanity while watching his best girl get ruined by his two friends. He’s never seen anything sexier in his life. The palm of his hand is soaked and he chuckles under his breath at how easily he’s coming undone. He doesn’t remember the last time he lost his composure so quickly.

Jimin and Jungkook have already gathered their stride. You’re sandwiched between them, a pathetic sobbing mess with drool falling out of your mouth, the feel of two cocks destroying your needy pussy. It amazes you how quickly you’ve adjusted and are taking them both without so much as a complaint. “That’s a good girl, so sloppy...f-fuck…”

Jimin is losing his mind, your fucked out face making him want to go faster. Jungkook behind you lays with his eyes closed, his hands busy on your breasts. He barely had to move, his older friend’s hips doing the work for him. You feel amazing on his body, your hands reaching up and back, fingers buried in his locks while begging him to fuck you. He was in heaven.

“Jimin, I bet this baby would love it if you spit on her mouth. She’s already drooling all over my chest. Let’s give her a taste of her own medicine.”

Before Jimin even demands it, you open your mouth, tongue hanging out like a filthy prostitute. You loved every minute of it. Jimin isn’t so kind when he sees your shamelessness. His hand comes up to squeeze your jaw and it actually makes you panic for a moment. When you check to see if you’ve upset him, his eyes make you cower in fear. He leans right up to your face and opens his mouth, his tongue against your bottom lip as his spit falls freely into your own. The warm liquid seeps down your tongue and into your throat. When you go to swallow, he sharply thrusts and you choke.

“See that, Kook? This bitch doesn't play nice. I think she needs to be taught a lesson.” Jimin’s hips start an unforgiving pace, while Jungkook holds your head back by the hair. The tug feels good against your scalp as do the countless sensations you’re being assaulted with. A bite on your shoulder has you reeling, your legs shaking with the way your orgasm is so close. They never said whether or not you could cum and you become hesitant to release.

“Can I...can I c-cummm? Please?” You’re begging now, unashamed and desperate. “No.” comes the voice of your boyfriend from somewhere in the room. At this point you don’t even know where he is or what he’s doing but you can’t focus on that now. You almost yell back and demand to cum, wanting to complain that he’s being unfair because honestly you really weren’t going to be able to hold it back even if you tried. And then you do, the force of it so powerful it rocks your body. You shake uncontrollably while the men above and below you follow right behind, and you feel it. You can feel every ounce of semen filling you, the gush unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

If you thought Seokjin would give you any kind of reprieve after the assault on your pussy at the hands of his younger friends, you were wrong. You had barely had a chance to get your bearings together when your boyfriend commands the boys to remove themselves from you and leave. It was only you and him now. As you lie on the bed, face flushed and sweaty, he makes his way up the bed and between your legs. He sits back and watches you catch your breath admiring the way your breasts move up and down with the action. You’ve never looked more stunning. He can see the semen leaking out of your holes, the image making him even more hungry than before. Watching you get fucked by his friends had been pleasurable and erotic, but when you all came together, he almost lost his own control. Swiping a finger over your swollen and sensitive cunt, he brings the dirty finger up to his mouth and kitten licks over the cum.

“You’ve done such a wonderful job, baby. I am so very proud of you. Do you know what would make me even prouder?”

Barely able to talk, you watch him silently, the last of your strength stolen from you with the orgasm you had moments ago. It was obvious what he meant, the tent in his pants and lust in his eyes giving you all the proof. “Jin, I don’t think I ca-”

“You can, and you will. Now open up this greedy hole. This is my pussy and although I was nice enough to share it, I get to ruin it last. You’re going to be the best girl for me, I just know it. Let Jinnie push his cum deep inside of you...feel my cock bulging from your stomach...you’d love it, being my dirty bitch...wouldn’t you, baby?”

Whatever argument you thought you would present was completely overridden by the determined look in his eyes. Before you can protest, he turns you on your belly and lifts your hips up off the mattress. The position he places you in causes the cum inside of you to leak out drawing a sharp hiss from Jin. “Fuck, this looks even better. Let me fill you up more, baby. I wonder...if you got pregnant...who do you think the father would be?”

He chuckles sadistically as he presses your neck down harshly. You don’t feel much since your body is already spent, so when he presses himself into you and thrusts forward, you almost scream at the intrusion. Impossibly, you felt fuller, the added girth of your lover’s dick sloshing around the semen inside of you causing the sound to be heard loud and clear in the air. He wasn’t being your soft Jin, no, he was fucking you like a dirty, cheap, whore, and the more you thought on it, the tighter you squeezed.

“Shit, baby. This turns you on, huh? Fucked by three dicks and your sloppy pussy is still begging for more?”

He continues to onslaught without stuttering and you wonder how he had so much self-control when he had obviously been turned on prior to taking you. Already so close to orgams, you whimper out in oversensitivity when his fingers come around to run your clit. His touch lingers somewhere between pain and pleasure, so you roll your hips back against him, the slapping of the back of your thighs against his pelvis getting you even closer to the edge. His forceful thrusts jolt your body forward making it hard to keep your chest off the bed. You fall forward completely and Jin follows, the weight of his body welcome. He doesn’t stop drilling himself into you determined to cum at the same time as you do.

“Tell me you’re close, baby, I can feel you sucking me in. You ready for my cum, slut? Hm?”

“Yes! Fuck! God, yes… I want it… I want it!”

Grabbing your ass, Jin spreads you wide and gets up on his knees, his relentless pace ripping cries from your lips. You’re drooling all over the sheets below you, your lower back already in pain from the flexed position you’re in, but it all feels so good and all you can focus on is the orgasm hovering within your grasp.

“Then fucking cum, whore and take my cum. Wanna feel this dirty pussy milk my cock….”

His word held a command you couldn't explain and like the obedient slut you are, you cum. When you feel him swell and release along with you, a guttural cry escapes you, body convulsing with several orgasms. You’d been used so many times that the oversensitivity made this so much more intense. You feel when he releases inside of you, the grip he had on your hips ensuring you didn’t pull away as he coated every inch of your spent hole. After a few more thrusts you begin to feel the hot semen sliding out of you and onto your inner thigh. When Jin had finished, he fell to the side of the bed allowing you to also fall down on your belly. Your entire body felt like a heavy weight and your arms felt like noodles. There was no way you’d be able to get up and clean yourself up so you were glad when Jimin poked his head back inside.

“Sounds like this poor baby needs to be loved.”

You looked at him as he made his way over to your naked, exhausted body, a damp washcloth in his hand. As he reached out, about to wipe up the mess that was all over you, really, you recoiled slightly.

Jimin froze, a smirk threatening to break out on his lips, “You’re not feeling shy now are you? After all that?”

You realised how silly you were being and shook your head, relaxing and allowing Jimin to use the warm cloth to clean you up as best he could. He was surprisingly gentle and you appreciated the fact that he was being so sweet with you now that everything was over.

“You don’t need to do this,” you said softly, your eyes closing despite themselves, the lull of sleep so close to overtaking you.

“Of course I do,” Jimin replied, simply.

Jungkook bounded back into the room just then, holding a glass of water for you. As tired as you were, you hadn’t realised you were also extremely thirsty. You sat up and took the glass from his hand, drinking half of it in a few gulps.

“Thanks,” you said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand when you were done. Jungkook looked pleased with himself and gave Jimin a look. It seemed the younger boy was competitive about this as well.

You laid back down and Seokjin pulled you close to him, giving you a kiss on the temple.

“Are you alright?” He asked. The concern in his voice was endearing, considering how he’d been talking to you for the past couple hours.

“Yeah I’m good,” you replied, snuggling into his broad chest, the place where you felt safest.

“Good,” he said.

“Good enough to do it again sometime,” you mumbled into his chest.

Seokjin bit back a laugh, “Damn, I didn’t know you were so greedy,” you heard, right as you fell asleep.

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Claws of Carnality | jjk (m) (13)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: abo/werewolf and fantasy

Rating: 18+/nsfw

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: The Duels of the Chosen are near. Tensions and desires rise.

Warnings: mentions of breeding, dom!jungkook, alpha!jungkook, alpha!Taehyung (he’s a bit of a cocky one this one), alpha!Jimin (best friends take after each other ig) sub!reader, omega!reader, cursing, praising, possessive!jungkook, LOTS OF TEASING, dirty talk, (blood) marking, mentions of breeding/ruts/heats, mentions of a mark, slick and pre-ejaculatory production, scent marking, scenting, begging, praise kink, breeding/impreg kink, character injury (someone gets hurt, but it isn’t serious), biting (BITE KINK IS STRONG IN THIS ONE)

A/N: Hello again, readers! It's been a few months since chapter twelve was posted, and I know a lot of you have been curious about what happens next. This chapter was one I felt I needed to have in there since, well...we're very near the fight and it'll just be that much more satisfying if that is built up correctly. That is what I hoped to accomplish this chapter, because the next one will FINALLY be the long anticipated fight! Please enjoy this, though. I think some of you will find it to be...entertaining, to say the least. As always, please let me know what you think! Words of affirmation/praise are needed to keep this writer feeling good about their work. :)

Oh, and please appreciate this gif, by the way. This gif single-handedly inspired this entire fic. Mayhaps there is a scene in this chapter where it might have, uh...stimulated something.

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“How long are you going to sit perched by the heel of the she-wolf, Jeon?” Yoongi curls his lip in distaste as if the very name blackens his tongue before he jibes, “I grow impatient and weary of this. Let us fight for fuck’s sake.”

One side of your alpha’s mouth lifts upward in a cocksure smirk, his brow arching as his head turns to the side so he can taunt, “All in due time, Min,” he draws out the other wolf’s name slowly as he stands to his full height, the dried paint of blood all over his body a warning sign that darkens dangerously over his form as he turns away from you. “I suggest you watch your tone with me the next time you speak. If not,” his chuckle has even the dirt beneath him shaking, “I can always make you. Do not forget yourself, Yoongi. It is I who holds the battle rights. And it is I alone who will decide when we fight, how we fight, and where we fight. Piss me off enough,” your alpha rolls one shoulder back, his eyes narrowing, “and you will find that my terms will leave you with far more agitation than whatever you think you are dealing with now. Ask Taehyung how he fared when he tested me last.”

Yoongi snorts in answer, but does not say anything more.

You bite your lip at the way your alpha’s muscles flex and jump in the movement as he rolls his other shoulder back. At the show of power between the two wolves and how easily one demanded control over the other.

“You yield to him, Yoongi?” Taehyung cocks his head at the russet-haired wolf, “You fear him? How comical.”

“What I find comical, Taehyung,” Jungkook inspects his nails before making a fist into his other his hand, those fingers curving over it as his bones pop and crack, “Is that you nearly had your arm ripped off in the forest just a few hours ago because you dared to touch the omega. My omega. It is only because of her that all of your limbs are still attached. She will not stop me this time.” He angles his chin to the side, “So do not count your blessings. They won’t serve you. The only thing that will shall be pain.”

“Pain is temporary, Jungkook. Nothing you could do to me will sc-“

“Oh? How about I rip both hands off, Taehyung? Or maybe…maybe I should start with your fingers that you like to fuck not only Jimin’s sister with, but several other omegas with?” Your alpha asks, the barb sharp as talons as his words sink into the smaller wolf while Jimin, from behind Taehyung, stands with his mouth open and disbelief wrinkling the flesh around his eyes. “Do not think that rumors of your,” your alpha scrunches his nose, “activities have not reached me. They have been uttered to all but Jimin himself, who has a misguided loyalty to you when you clearly do not return it,” he clucks his tongue at Taehyung’s scathing scowl, “˙Perhaps you have forgotten, but in my absences here, Namjoon has been acting as my second-in-command. He’s given me all the details on your dealings. Many of which are questionable to say the least.” Disappointment hangs onto his words as he chides. “I have done my best to discipline you, but it looks like you need to learn the hard way what happens when you go against me.”

Taehyung’s mouth opens, closes, and opens again, but no words depart from between his lips.

“Taehyung,” Jimin’s voice is sweet as syrup, yet your own posture goes rigid as ice while the smaller wolf inquires, “is this true? You told me you’d stay away from my sister. You promised me that you’d stay away. And this whole time, you’ve been pursuing the same she-wolf you knew I was tailing for days?”

Your alpha bares his teeth at that, “Of course it is true, Jimin. I have many qualities, but being deceitful has never been one of them. I have never been that way,” he crosses his arms, his biceps bulging at the action and suddenly air is not a kind companion in the way it betrays you at the sight of him in his half-nude glory as he says, “And I never will. I cannot say the same for others, however.”

At your alpha’s words, fury ignites in Taehyung’s eyes. He gives a scorching glare at your alpha and when his lips part this time, his voice comes briskly from between them.

“Jeon, you fucking prick,” he spits, “I’m going to destroy you for this.”

Your alpha hums, “Mmm, not if Jimin gets to you first. I’ll be waiting for you on the other side, boy. If you can make it there, that is. I doubt very seriously you will. You never could beat me in a fight, and we’ve had many. Ah, and one more thing,” Jungkook’s neck cracks when his head rotates to the side, then to the front, the other side, and then the back as he warns, “Refer to me as a prick again,” his eyes promise danger in the way they grow dim, “and you will regret it.”

Taehyung is quiet as a mouse after that.

When Jimin speaks next, the saccharine flavor to his voice is gone. In its place, there is only the burnt remains of hatred as his eyes strafe from Jungkook to Taehyung.

“I will crush the both of you to shit,” he pushes Taehyung, though the other wolf doesn’t budge from where he stands. “I will fuck you up first. For lying to me and going behind my back. And you,” he points to your alpha, his nail elongating into a claw, “I will take your place as Pack Alpha so that no one will be able to lie to me ever again. And I’ll take your little whore while I’m at it. Since it is her kind that want to act like little sluts, I’ll make sure to treat her like one.”

From behind him, you cannot see the way the silvery flecks in your alpha’s eyes become shadowed until they are pitch black as they’d been a few minutes ago. What you can see, however, is the way Jungkook squares his shoulders and digs his feet into the black earth beneath him, his hands balling into fists so tight that his flesh turns snow white.

“That is enough. You’re making me angry. I will not stand to have slander spoken toward my mate. On my command, you shall not speak another word without my permission or I’ll have your tongue for your insubordination. Understand?”

Your alpha’s irises move from Yoongi to Taehyung, and then to Jimin. The trio remain silent. Even if they wanted to say something, they cannot for the same reason that you have not moved a muscle since your alpha ordered you to remain seated before him.

It is referred to as the Alpha’s Bidding.

When an alpha, beta or omega is in the presence of an alpha that overpowers them in strength (or if an alpha, beta, or omega submits and yields to another alpha–whether physically or verbally), that wolf cannot disobey that alpha if said alpha gives them a command. Their wolfly nature will not allow them to disobey the decree of the stronger wolf.

Jungkook did not particularly like to use this on other wolves. It left the wolves he used it on without their own free will or agency against what he asked them to do, so he’d made a pact to use it only in situations where there would be violence if he did not.

He’d only used it a handful of times in his life, for he much preferred to solve problems the way nature intended for it: to battle it out. And he’d never lost a fight.

This time, though… this time his better judgement was being overridden by one thing.

You. He could not bear it to hear such outrageous things be spoken aloud. And it made logic and reason slip like water through his fingers until only his emotion remained. Emotion that made him become aggressive in his need to protect you.

“When this is all over and I have all three of you on the floor panting, bleeding and crying in the dirt beneath my feet, I’ll make you all get on your knees and apologize for your gross misconduct toward my mate.” He makes a sound of consideration and taps at his elbow, “I’ll step on you and break the bones in your jaw if I detect so much as a hint of sarcasm, so you’d better fucking mean it. Do I make myself clear? This time, you can answer.”

All three wolves nod in unison at that one.

Jungkook jerks his chin and gives a dismissive wave of his hand, “Get out of my sight. All of you. Our battle will be held in the clearing in front of the knoll a few paces ahead of us. You are all to wait for me there.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

Taehyung spits onto the ground whilst staring daggers at Jungkook.

Jimin glares holes through Taehyung before glowering at your alpha.

Yoongi is the first to leave. Jimin is next. Taehyung is the last to disappear into the sea of wolves around you, but not before he his lips lilt upward.

You can’t bring yourself to pay attention to anything but the way your alpha’s shoulders rise and fall in uneven, broken intervals.

You wish you could get up and go to him. Maybe it’s your pre-heat fever speaking, but you think you know a few ways to lift his spirits (amongst other parts of him).

He’s still facing away from you and you have half a mind to wonder why your throat has become dry and scratchy when you haven’t even been talking even though you want to.

There are so many things you want to tell him. So many you wish you could say. Though, you suppose you could try speaking to him another way.

You close your eyes and imagine that string that ties you both together. The one that is wound around your muscles, your bones, your very heart itself.

You tug on that cord gently, the warm feeling in your chest that as is bright as the sun when you think of him pushed along that string.

Please turn around, alpha. Look at me, won’t you? I want to see you.

But I’m right here, omega. I’m right in front of you, am I not?

You pout.

I don’t need to turn to know that you’re sticking your cute little bottom lip out right now, you know. While that sight itself is something I would normally fall to my knees for, I need to prepare you for what comes next.

Prepare me? For what?

You hear his dark laugh before the telltale click of a metal latch that must belong to one of the three ornately carved wooden boxes the elders had arranged in a half-moon around your alpha earlier.

You open your eyes, and now he’s hunched over the largest of the square boxes in the middle. Each are the color of sepia, umber and burnt sienna and are held closed by impressive metalwork.

However, you’re entirely engrossed in the show of his shoulder blades that descend and ascend whilst the muscles beneath and around them swell in his ministrations as he works open the intricate latches.

The sight has you licking your lips and your digits twitching in your skirts.

You can’t see what he’s doing, but this view isn’t so bad, now that you think about it. Especially with the handprints that mar his golden back in crimson. Your handprints.

“Admiring your handiwork, omega?” He asks, his attention still set on whatever it is he’s retrieving from the blue, velvet bed of the box (the corner of which you can see peeking from under his knee).

“H-How did you know I opened my eyes?” You stutter, your cheeks heating at being caught red-handed.

“Easy. Your breathing changed.”

You whimper, “Not fair.”

Your alpha peers at you with amusement glinting in one eye and fondness gleaming in the other, the blackness that had swallowed their color melting away so that the silver of his irises streak them.

He lowers himself until he’s crouched again with his knees facing outward and how you managed to miss the way his thighs all but burst from the seams of his trousers the first time he did this is beyond you. You remember how it had felt to sit on them. To ride him on them.

The memories have another slew of slick dripping down your thigh. It takes but a second for the air to carry your scent to your mate.

He inhales deeply through his nose, his head falling back as he does. The sea of his back muscles ebbing as he grips whatever is in his hands with enough force that the veins of his forearms slither up to his elbows.

“Fuck,” the man actually moans, “your scent just got stronger. It’s making me hard for you. Again. Your heat…it will be upon you within the hour,” your mate’s pupils dilate, “and when that time comes, little one, ” he rises and turns on his heel so that the scarlet moonlight spills herself over his strong jawline as he draws in your scent only to release a shaky breath as he promises, “you’ll be whining much louder for me than you ever have before. Ask me why, omega. Come on. Let me hear you.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, the omegas circling you giggling and the alphas standing by your alpha howling.

Unlike before, his irises are not black as the night sky. They are the color of charred metal.

Your heart stutters beneath your bosom as he slowly treads toward you.

He doesn’t use the Alpha’s Bidding on you now as he did a few moments ago, but then, you both know that he doesn’t need to to get what he wants from you.

You’ll submit to him every time without fail. And he relishes in that.

It’s entirely predatory the way he moves. Each step is slow and calculated. Meticulous yet measured.

You really can’t help the fact that your eyeline, as if magnetized, is pulled toward his face. His hair is tussled and twists sinfully around his forehead and cheeks, both of which are accentuated more than usual with your blood lining them like war paint. His lips are parted deliciously and you have a thought to bite them if he gets near enough to you. You think he’d likely groan at that and would glad do anything to hear that delicious sound right about now.

His neck, lined with stripes and strokes of scarlet, taunts you and you have to swallow when his Adam’s apple bobs lewdly beneath his skin, your own gums tingling as your canines push against them when his mastoid pulses energetically at your attention.

You let your vision trail downward before your fangs can protract.

Your etchings of blood all over his chest seem to have held and you pull your lip between your teeth at the way your marks curve around and along his abdominals in a patchwork of muscle and flesh.

“Much as I love having you ogle me, I asked you a question, pretty. I require a response from you. Now.” His shadow falls over you and, seated before him as you are, he towers above you so much so that you have to lift your chin just to look at him as he crooks his head to the side to husk lowly, “I’m going to say this one more time, love,” he leans over you, those silver orbs of his spilling like moonlight from your eyes to your mouth, “Ask me why you’re going to whine for me. Why you’re going to whimper for me,” he takes your chin between his fingers so that you have nowhere to look but him as his voice deepens, “and why you won’t be able to stop singing for me once your heat comes.”

He's got you wrapped around his fingers. Literally.

And you can do little but suspire in answer. “Why, alpha?”

His long digits grasp you tighter as he leans in until his lips are suspended but a hair above yours.

When he does respond, his words are all but swallowed by your own lips that you readily part for him.

“Because you will want to breed, little one. All you will be able to think about, my little vixen, is how much you need to be filled,” he offers and, bent over you as he is, a strand of saliva collects onto his pink tongue until the pool of it runs over his lip and down onto yours. The crimson moonlight stains it red as blood as he chuckles deliciously, the sound guiding your thighs together once more as he flicks a brow, “and I will make sure you get so much of my spit,” he makes a sound in the back of his throat and his thumb hooks over your bottom lip to urge it apart farther only for him to hoick a ball of spittle into your waiting mouth, “so much of my cum,” his thumb departs between your lips to press down over your tongue, your joined dribble sloshing around his digit and then the four fingers he’s left on your chin are coaxing your mouth closed around his thumb as his eyes flash tellingly, “and so much of my cock that you’ll be dripping because of how much I’m going to pound into this mouth, this ass, and that pussy of yours.”

Your sex clenches around nothing. Hard.

You swirl your tongue around his finger and suck, your hormones demanding you to keep your alpha close. By whatever means necessary.

Nothing matters but him. You’ll do anything for him. Everything for him.

You can feel yourself slipping as the seconds go by, your need for him replacing any other cogitation of relevance.

“Gods, look at you. It has already begun.” He curses when you hollow your cheeks in the manner he’d told you to when you’d first had him in your mouth. “You could only be silenced from the cries you’ve been making nonstop for the last few minutes by using my fingers. Do you know what this means I have to do to you, little one?”

So that’s why your throat had felt scratchy. You don’t think about that for too long, though. There are more important things to give attention to.

Like your alpha.

With your mouth stuffed as it is, you don’t know how you can possibly give an answer he’d understand, but somehow, you manage, “Nnnno. Wwwhat doooes ittt meannn?”

Your alpha arcs his thumb, his nail biting into the soft pad of your tongue as he utters, “It means, my love,” his nail sharpens and lengthens just enough to prick you, “that I cannot leave your side until I’ve bound you. Even Alpha’s Bidding may not be strong enough to hold you away from me. You will try to chase me unless, of course, I chain you up so you cannot. Perhaps, to satisfy your wolf, I leave another mark on you. One you cannot ignore while you sit here and watch me make those boys bleed for you.”

There’s a heated, searing sensation on your tongue, but it isn’t painful. So sharp is his nail that you’d felt no pain, just as you had not when he’d entered you with his teeth.

“Open, omega. Open for me.” He orders.

You do as he says without question as he withdraws his thumb, the impulse to satisfy him overriding any other thought you could have.

Each inch of him that departs you has you whining once more, but your alpha is quick to whisper, “Even now, you can hardly bear to lose even an inch of me. Tell me,” he tugs his finger free with a wet pop from your mouth only and you both watch the thick bead of blood–your blood– fall down, down and down his finger and, with your attention fixed on him, he brings his newly freed hand before his own mouth, “what do you wish you could do to me right now?”

You sigh breathily as you look up at him, your mouth chasing his as he starts to straighten once more.

“I-I,” you stammer when he drags the tip of his thumb across his bottom lip to leave a smeared trail of red. “I…y-you.”

Your alpha rotates his hand so that the underside of his bloody thumb swipes over his upper lip before his fingers fall away and he arches his middle and index fingers inward in a come-hither motion.

“You shall have me, my omega. Anything you desire, if it is within my power to give you, will be yours.” He kneels before you. ”You know that.”

Like this, he’s level with you. Like this, you can lean forward and-

“What is it you want, omega?” He questions.

“Kiss me, alpha,” you whine. “W-when you mark me this time…I want you to use your mouth to do it.”

His blood-lined lips rise at that. “As you wish, my omega.”

One of his hands slips into your hair along the side of your face and then he’s slotting his mouth over yours, and then, finally, he fits his mouth against yours. He groans into it, which only has you moaning in tandem. He’s gentle, but possessive in the way that no part of your lips is not claimed by him.

You taste the tang of iron and want more. More of him. So, you take his full, plump upper lip between your teeth and tug experimentally.

You feel him smirking before you see it.

“You want it rough, my love? Fine. I’ll bite you hard enough that you’ll still taste this kiss when I’m away from you,” he decides.

He’s got your bottom lip between his teeth within seconds and then they are sinking down into the soft flesh beneath them hard enough to draw blood. Hot pain, delicious pain seeps through the afflicted area and the wet sound he makes as he licks at it has your thighs rubbing against each other for the umpteenth time.

So distracted by him, by this, that you don’t notice the movement of the arm he’d kept behind his back since treading away from the wooden boxes he’d made for you. For this purpose.

You’re far too swept in by the ebb and flow of his lips as he kisses you. Over and over again.

You hardly notice the pressure that is beginning to build at the forefront of your skull, or how your temples begin to ache, or how your vision starts to become hazy.

And when he pulls away panting, beads of iron linger in your mouth where liquid crimson dribbles from the corners of his.

You’re filled with an urge to lick it off of him.

Breathless yourself, you reach for him, but your ligament is heavy and hard to move in the slowed pacing of your blood in reaching it.

He catches your wrist, “You will have to pardon my brashness, omega, but I had to,” he breathes heavily, “I’m losing control over myself.”

“What?” You cock your head confusedly, but the motion has your head swimming with fuzziness.

The aching, the pressure and haziness worsen now that his lips are not there to distract you.

There was only one thing that could bring such symptoms so suddenly. Only one thing that could weaken a werewolf.

Your alpha guides your apprehended wrist to your forehead, your fingers tracing along the circlet of silver he must have adorned you with while you’d been caught between his perfect lips moments ago.

You don’t know what it looks like, but from what you can feel, there are thick interwoven filaments crossing over each other like vines. And in the middle of it, between your brows, your fingers run along the smooth face of a gemstone cut like a leaf.

Just like the tracings he’d left in blood all over you.

Long before he’d ever painted you in his design, he’d crafted you into his life. Even if it was just in silver.

Silver that would have sapped at his strength–both in mind and body–and sickened him every time he touched it.

And he’d done that for you.

Heat burns at the edge of your eyes and then your vision is becoming even hazier because of the tears as you try, “Jungkook…how long ago?”

The braided, plaited metal makes everything from your senses to your thoughts murky, but you try to fish some semblance of a sentence out. You have to. You need to know.

He catches the tear that escapes its place along your ducts before it makes it even halfway down your face as he finishes for you, “How long ago did you make this?”

You nod.

With gold peeking through the silver of his irises, he lays one hand over your knee and lowers his head to each of them and the act of deference has your heart panging in your chest as he admits, “My father taught me many things, but I think the trade of blacksmithing was one of the more useful ones. I was always eager to learn new things, but after I first saw you in the forest,” he presses his lips to your clothed knee, “I took to blacksmithing and practiced day in and day out until I could make something I felt would be worthy of you. I burnt my hands sometimes, and others, I accidentally cut myself, but I got the hang of it pretty quick.”

“That,” you attempt to find words through the fog in your head that the silver ringing it is making difficult locating. “that was long time. Ago.” You add with a sniffle and your alpha turns his head so that one cheek rests on your knee. This time, when another tear collects into a droplet, your eyelashes catch it and it clings to them for a second before it rains down over your lover’s exposed cheek.

He smiles adoringly up at you.

“Yes, my omega. But I’ve loved you for far longer than that.”

Trying to form coherent thought, with the silver circling your head, is like trying to find something you’ve lost in a cloudy mist.

But even that cannot disperse the solid emotions that have long settled in you.

“I…I love…you,” you get out, the hot tears streaming down your cheeks now, Want to,” you swallow, “Want to mark. To show you.”

His head departs from your legs and he considers you for a moment.

“Do what you must, my love, “his eyes softening as he gives you permission,” though, I cannot guarantee I won’t have to shackle you with more silver. What little control I have left is soon to snap because of how you beckon me so,” he brings his face closer to yours only to leave a featherlight kiss under each of your eyes and you can’t help it when you whine for more, “with how you beg for me so.” Something wet, long and soft brushes against your cheek only for it to go upwards in a stripe as he licks at the tears along your cheekbone and you’re quivering in an instant.

When he pulls away, his mouth is painted with your tears and blood.

Your wolf yowls, deep within you, and she wants to give him more.

“Alpha,” you call,” Bite. Bite me.”

Your alpha doesn’t question you. Understanding passes over his features, and then he’s smirking knowingly.

With the fingers he still has wrapped around your wrist, he turns your hand over so that your palm is brought to his lips.

Silver irises flash back up to you.

“There, alpha,” you breathe while he rubs his mouth along the side of your hand, his sight tangling deeper with yours all the while.

He parts his mouth, and before you, his canines lengthen until they reach his lower lip.

You do not wince when those teeth pierce your soft, pliable flesh.

He’d made them sharp enough that it would bring you no pain.

He sucks you between those beautiful lips of his, and you moan.

You don’t give a damn about anything except for him.

He stays there for how long, you don’t know, but even the moon becomes shy and has the clouds cover her from the sight of on his knees for you–both emotionally and physically– as he is.

He’s deliberate when he pushes his fangs deeper into your skin and groans, the sensation and vibrations from his throat sending a shudder through your shoulders.

The implications of the action are as loud as the sound of need you make when he detaches from you, his teeth tinged with your scarlet tears.

“Please, alpha.” They are the only words that reach your addled, jumbled mind now.

“I know, my love,” neither of you look at the rising pool of crimson that flows forth from the two large puncture wounds he’d left on you. Your attentions are entirely too fixed on each other for that. “I know exactly what you want.”

He is slow, unhurried in how he places your wounded hand over one of his cheeks and then drags it, steadily, along. A trail of crimson treads from his skin and then over his mouth, a gasp falling from your lips when he laps at you.

He doesn’t stop.

Not until you’re shaking. And begging.

Only then does he draw your bleeding hand over and across the other side of his maw.

“Does this please you, omega?” He grins, “To know that I’ll have you spread all over my tongue and my body? Or perhaps you wish there was something else you could smear me and my mouth with, hmm?”

He looks like a crazed, wild creature. And it’s hot as fuck.

It just makes you want to jump him even more.

Desire writhes within you. Your thighs instinctively try to seek each other, but the silver shining on your head makes your movements sluggish in a type of lethargy that has settled over your muscles.

You whine again.

Your alpha laughs.

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A Day Out

pairing: namjoon x f. reader x jungkook x jimin

genre: f2l, fwb, angst, smut [18+]

summary: It’s Jimin and Jungkook’s turn to take you out for the day but the three of you just can’t keep your hands to yourself.

wc: 13.1k

warnings: this is long overdue (literally been in the drafts since 2019?), not in order! daddy kink, heavy use of pet names (baby, babe, baby girl, princess, little one, doll), spanking, marking (biting, scratching, hickeys), semi-public sex, rough oral sex (f. giving and receiving), protected and unprotected sex, m. and f. masturbation, multiple orgasms (f. and m.), mentions of nudes and videos, double penetration, cum facial, cum swallowing, cock slapping, panty fetish, tiny impreg kink, alcohol consumption, some angst

a/n: almost 4 years after the original lol i’ve had this done for years but didn’t want to post it for reasons (and found it while deleting wips) but i posted on ao3 and i already had a banner ready for tumblr so here it is

date: October 4, 2022

Jungkook had stumbled into his apartment after Jimin, going straight to his bedroom, stripping his clothes off to pool on his bedroom floor as he entered the bathroom in his bedroom. He stumbled around, turned on the light and then made his way to the shower to turn it on. His erection stood proudly as he tried to focus on anything but you. It… didn’t work.

He waited for the shower temperature to be bearable before he stepped in, sighing as the water enveloped his body, washing away the sins of the night. He couldn’t stop thinking of your lips wrapped around his hard cock, his fingers buried in your tight pussy as you moaned for him and only him. He wanted nothing more than to go rip you out of Namjoon’s apartment and impale you on his cock… but you weren't his for the taking. He’d have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to bury himself inside you, but it seemed like an eon away.

Sighing, Jungkook finished his shower as quickly as possible, his bed calling his name. He wrapped a towel around his waist after drying his torso and stepped into his bedroom. He picked his phone up from the pile of clothes on the floor and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from his drawers. He threw his phone on his bed, took off the towel, and slipped on the sweatpants. His body was becoming well aware of how late it was and how long a day he had had. He pulled the covers off his bed and slipped under them, grabbing his phone and using the light from the lamp on his nightstand to help him see the screen.

He was surprised to see a message from you. He tapped it open, and a low, guttural groan left his lips as he saw a picture of you on all fours, cum leaking from your pussy.

“Fuck!” he cursed, head tilted back, eyes closed, as he took in a shaky breath to try to ignore the pulsing of his hard cock. He wondered if Jimin had received the same picture, knowing you were more than generous with them.

Jungkook couldn’t help but wrap his hand around his cock, using his pre-cum to slide it up and down. He hadn’t had time to have sex while on tour, always having full schedules. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of Namjoon, having you to get him off whether on the phone or over video chat. On countless nights, Namjoon had declined to hang out with the boys to chat with you. He wasn’t naïve; he knew what was going on. Namjoon always rejoins the boys with a coy, dimpled smile, saying he had just gotten off the phone with you. Gotten off indeed.

Jungkook imagined himself bending you over his bed, ass up in the air for him to grab, squeeze, and use to fuck his cock into you. He imagined how loud he’d make you scream his name; the headboard of his bed smacking the wall as he fucked you good. He wanted to leave his mark on your body, show his hyungs he was more than capable of pleasing you, just like them. He wanted to wrap your hair around his wrist, fuck you onto his cock as you begged him to go harder, deeper, making you feel him in your stomach. He had spent endless nights thinking about having you, Namjoon being more than generous with sharing you.

You rivaled Jimin when it came to wanting attention. Namjoon knew you needed more than he could provide while on tour. It was made aware he came first, literally. If the boys wanted a turn after, he was all about it. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t send teasing nudes to the two younger men, teasing the hell out of them minutes before they had to go on stage with their tight pants and raging erections.

You didn’t play fair, knowing how they all reacted to you and your innocent act. You had all three wrapped around your little finger and they reveled in it. That being said, the boys were more than capable of playing your game, sending you nudes and videos of them getting off to your pictures and videos. All three had their collection of your nudes, exchanging them in their little group chat.

Jungkook sped up. Images of the first time Namjoon had allowed him to fuck you clear in his mind. It had been a quick encounter. He hadn’t had too much time to enjoy or appreciate your body for all its glory, but after a long talk with Namjoon, he had gotten permission to fuck you again tomorrow. He relished in the feeling of you warm and wet, wrapped around his cock tightly, moaning his name while Namjoon watched.

He had filled you so well, your body aching for his touch. Sloppy kisses, lewd moans, and obscene noises filled the room as Namjoon sat back and watched you use Jungkook’s hard cock to get yourself off while Namjoon stroked himself.

“Fuck, _____!” Jungkook hissed, his abdominal muscles clenching as he neared his peak. He didn't slow, he continued to pump himself, eyes closed tightly as he remembered how he came all over your face that night. You had allowed him to take pictures of you, which he definitely used to get himself off. He remembered the way you had eagerly licked some of his cum off your mouth, and that memory was enough to have him cum furiously in his hand. Strands of white on his fist as he breathed in and out, his hand milking the rest of the cum out before he threw his free arm over his eyes to regain his composure.

He breathed in and out harshly, giving himself a few minutes before he walked to his bathroom and cleaned himself up. He didn’t bother putting his sweatpants back on before getting into bed, setting an alarm on his phone, turning off the lamp, and falling asleep.

Down the hall, Jimin wasn’t fairing much better. He had immediately gotten into the shower after saying goodnight to you. He was feeling slightly aroused, more so knowing he’d be buried in you in less than twelve hours, and he couldn’t fucking wait. He had to share you with Jungkook, but he didn’t care. He was just glad to have the chance to have you wrapped around his cock once again.

This tour had been unbearable. He hadn’t had time to fuck anyone, always being too tired to, even when he had a day off. He knew the one time he had fucked you before leaving for tour, a rare show of generosity from Namjoon; a quick fuck when he had walked in on the two of you.

Jimin hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, even if Namjoon had sat back and watched the whole time. It made him want to prove himself to you and him, showing off the talent of his hips. You had moaned for him so loudly that Jungkook had asked him what you and Namjoon had been doing fucking in Jimin’s bedroom. Jimin had waved the younger man away with a wink.

It wasn’t until the boys had left for the tour that you had gotten bold, after a talk with Namjoon, and created a group chat named, Boys I’ve Fucked and added all three of the men, much to Jimin and Jungkook’s surprise.

Minnie Um...I’m sorry, what?

Kookie So I’m not special, huh?

Daddy Welcome guys!

You had giggled at their response, instantly sending them nudes, knowing they had a rehearsal in less than fifteen minutes. You had riled all of them up, earning yourself a lecture at the end of the day from Namjoon.

Jimin finished his shower, hearing Jungkook was still in his. He walked back into his bedroom, a gray towel wrapped around his hips as he looked through his drawers to pick out a pair of shorts to throw on. He had yet to unpack their bags sitting in the living room, dropped off by the staff in their absence.

Jimin found his phone in his discarded jeans pocket and he sat on his bed, opening the message you had sent him. He fell back on his bed, overwhelmed by the sudden blood rushing down to his dick, fully hard in just moments.

Jimin added the picture to his collection, laying back on his bed. His hand lazily stroked his cock over the material of his shorts before he took it out, going to his album of nudes you had sent over in the past few months they had been on tour.

He opened a video you had sent him, you were laying naked on his bed, legs spread open, fucking yourself with a dildo he had bought you. His name fell freely from your lips, and your back arched, begging for him to fuck you; fill you with his cum. He watched as you writhed, moans becoming airy, one hand clenching his sheets tightly as you screamed his name loudly as your orgasm hit. You rode it out, a moaning, fucked-out mess. You then walked over to the phone, giggling as you showed the mess you made on his sheets.

“Sorry, Minnie!” and you blew a kiss to the camera before the video ended.

Jimin plays the video again, his abs clenching as he nears his orgasm, your name falling from his lips in a whimper. The sensation is too much, hearing your moans in the video, his grip on his cock, knowing you had been on his bed to get yourself off just for him was all too much.

He cursed, body stiffening as his hot cum covered his hand and stomach, pumping the last of it out of his dick before he slumped into the bed. His breathing was heavy. He pulled himself out of bed to the bathroom in the hallway to get cleaned up. He then returned to his bedroom and got into bed, dreaming of the adventures tomorrow held.

You grumbled as you heard a knock on the bedroom door, your hand flying to smack the chest of the man sleeping next to you. You heard his groan in response, your hand shaking him awake as you buried your face under the covers, trying to cling to your sleep. The knocks came harder, faster, and louder; seeming annoyed at the door.

“Joon, make it stop!” you whined, grabbing the pillow and covering your head with it to drown out the pestering sound, but it was no use.

Namjoon grumbled, grabbing his boxers and putting them on before walking to his bedroom door and opening it, a scowl on his face. He was greeted with a scowl in return from his silver-haired roommate and best friend, Yoongi.

“Jungkook dropped this off for her. He said to get her ready in two hours,” Yoongi stated, shoving the shopping bag in Namjoon’s hands and leaving to return to his bedroom, angry at having been woken up. Namjoon shut the door once he was gone.

Namjoon turned to face you, head buried under the pillow, sheets covering your ass, leaving your back exposed.

“Baby, you need to wake up,” Namjoon said, sitting on the bed, his large hand reaching out to touch your skin. You pushed him away, curling into a ball trying to cling to your sleep.

“I guess I’ll have to tell Jimin and Jungkook you don’t want to go,” Namjoon shrugged, a smirk on his face when you shot up immediately, shaking your head.

“I’m up! I’m up!” you shout, making Namjoon chuckle. He reaches over to grab his phone, noting the missed calls from Jimin and Jungkook. It’s only 10:35 am, so there’s still time for Namjoon to get off once before he sends you on your way.

“Come here, little one,” he instructs, pulling you into his lap. His lips kiss your neck, his tongue tracing the marks he’s left.

“Daddy’s first rule,” he murmurs, your content sigh filling his ear, eyes closed as you relish in the early morning attention.

“Daddy cums first,” you reply obediently, feeling his fingers tracing the bruises they have formed on your hips. You mewl softly, wanting Namjoon to touch you, already feeling aroused in his lap.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Want you,” your voice is just above a whisper as he pecks your lips gently. His hand moves up your body from your hip, stopping at your breast to squeeze it before he moves it to your neck. He holds you firmly, his lips pressing against yours harder, his tongue swiping at your lip. With a moan, you allow him entrance and feel him caress your tongue with his. You move to straddle him, feeling his erection pressed against you, his hands cupping your ass and kneading it with need.

Your moans are muffled by his lips, your body grinding against his. You break away, panting, your eyes meeting his dark ones.

You stroke his cheek, taking in every beautiful feature. He has today and tomorrow off before he’s thrown into practices, award shows, and photoshoots. He has so graciously allowed you to spend the day with two men he considers his brothers, just to make you all happy.

“Tomorrow, I’m yours,” you whisper, lips placing kisses all over his face before lingering on his lips, your teeth nibbling on the bottom one, earning a moan from him. His hand comes down roughly on your ass. The thundering sound makes your pussy clench around nothing.

“Daddy,” you moan, feeling the stinging of your ass, his large palm rubbing the area to soothe the soft pain.

“Tell daddy what you want, little one.”

You keen at the pet name, your stomach filling with fluttering butterflies as warmth begins to fill the pit of your stomach. You become overwhelmed by the man beneath you; you’re so in love you can’t contain it much longer.

“You,” comes your whisper, your lashes blinking softly to radiate innocence, but he knows better.

“I don’t have time for games, baby girl. I need to get you off and send you on your way,” Namjoon smirks, his hand coming to stroke your cheek softly, his pink lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. Your lips move together, his tongue sliding into your mouth when you moan, hips rocking against his impulsively.

A curse leaves his lips, breaking the kiss he breathes in heavily. His pupils are blown, his heart pounding in his chest as he has you raise your hips, allowing his throbbing erection to tease your entrance. He gripped himself, the head slowly inching into you, your essence coating him generously as he slowly has you sinking on him.

His hands are on your hip, breath caught in his throat as you take him so well. He knows he can’t go too hard, knowing Jungkook and Jimin are aching for their turns.

Namjoon relaxes into the headboard, the pillows supporting his head and back. “Get what you need from Daddy.”

You moan obscenely, loving the way he refers to himself as daddy. Making the fire in your stomach burn harder, your eyes shut as you allow yourself to reel in the pleasure. Your hands are laced in his perfect locks, your hips moving with ease as you feel his gaze on you.

You open your eyes, smiling at the man who has captured your heart as he fills you deeply. Your body loves the way he hits all the right spots, his hands squeezing your ass.

His lips come to your neck, his hand tangled in your hair as he holds you still. You clench around him, his groan muffled by your flesh as he sinks his teeth into you. You gasp in pain and pleasure, moaning salaciously in response, his hand coming down to smack your ass.

“Daddy, I won’t last much longer,” you breathe, feeling the stickiness of your sweat as you pick up the speed of your movements, your thighs burning in protest as you exert yourself.

“Take what you need from me. I’m yours for your pleasure,” his whisper has you melting, feeling yourself falling over the edge as your orgasm consumes you.

You collapse on his chest, his warm hands rubbing your back as he whispers praises in your ear. You revel in his soft voice, allowing yourself to cling to him before feeling him twitch inside you. He hasn’t cum.

You push yourself up, your lips brushing against his as you get off his lap. You grab a pillow and slide it under your knees as you get on the floor, Namjoon repositioning himself so that he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet flat on the floor, with you kneeling before him.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he hums, his hand caressing your cheek before he sends you a gentle smile. He loves the way your eyes looked glazed, your body still thrumming from your orgasm. Your hand reaches out for his slick cock, your lips wrapping around him, causing him to moan.

“That’s it, baby. Take daddy’s cock like a good girl,” Namjoon coos, his hand tightening his grip on your hair as you bob up and down. You like tasting yourself on his cock. It spurs you to take him deeper, gagging on him when you meet his pelvis. You hold it, your eyes meeting his as you swallow.

Namjoon’s eyes shut, hissing low as you pull back and repeat your actions. You break, using your tongue to tease the head of his cock, swirling it around before slinking down on it.

“You’re doing so well. Make me proud today, okay?” Namjoon asks, sighing in contentment when he feels your tongue teasingly lick at his balls. A low growl leaves his lips as you flatten your tongue along the underside of his dick, taking him in once again.

Your mouth feels so warm and wet. The sounds spilling from your lips are music to his ears. He wishes he could fuck your pretty little mouth all day but he knows you need to get ready. He feels your hands on his thighs, your mouth widening as much as you can as you inhale through your nose and take all of him in your mouth. You meet his gaze, eyes watering as you inhale and exhale, your throat constricting on his cock as you swallow. Namjoon shudders, pleasure burning his body as he pulls you off his cock. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re such a dirty girl for me.”

You blink at him before pouting, but he wraps his hand around his cock and begins stroking himself.

“Stick out your tongue for me, baby,” he commands, your eyes shut as you stick your tongue out. You can hear the lewd noises he’s making as he jerks off, his soft grunts filling your ears as you wait patiently for his cum. Your arousal begins to pool at your belly once again.

“Fuck, baby girl. Fuck _____,” Namjoon growls before you feel the first spurt of his cum hit your face, the second and third landing on your tongue.

Namjoon is cursing, milking the rest of his cum out of his cock to land on your face before he sighs joyfully, completely spent.

“Hold it for me, baby.”

You remain in place, not moving an inch as you wait for Namjoon. You hear him moving around before you feel his thumb at your eye, moving the cum out of the way.

“Open your eyes slowly for me.” his voice is soft, hesitant.

You open your eyes, seeing him hold his phone as he takes a picture of your cum covered face. You try your best to smile but can’t do so very well without the cum on your tongue threatening to spill.

“Swallow for me, baby,” Namjoon tells you and you do so, showing him your clean tongue after.

“You’re such a good girl,” he praises you, his lips brushing yours as he picks you up and carries you to his bathroom for a shower.

After a shower, Namjoon has you on a bar stool eating breakfast after you get dressed in a black skirt and a tank top courtesy of Jungkook. You make sure to wear comfy wedges and do some light makeup with a matte lip color before throwing your hair into a high ponytail.

Namjoon joins you for breakfast, his large hand resting on your bare thigh, sliding up and down as he eats his breakfast by your side. You’ve used up a lot of time with Namjoon and his cock, now trying to finish breakfast before Jungkook and Jimin come by to pick you up.

You’re just putting your dish in the dishwasher when Jungkook and Jimin waltz in with smiles on their faces as they see you walking towards them.

“Jungkook!” you yelp as he picks you up, twirling you around, making you giggle before he sets you back on the floor. His lips are on yours immediately, your hands tangled in his dark locks, moaning into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips and taste you. A low growl reverberated against his chest, making your arousal pool in your panties. He had just walked through the door and had you turned on. It was going to be a long day.

You felt his hand go down your back before going under your skirt, squeezing your ass as he roughly pulled you towards him, your hands moving to his firm chest.

“Fuck,” you breathe when the kiss ends, his dark, lust-filled eyes meeting yours. You bite your lip, wanting to continue, but Jimin has had enough, and grabs your hand, kissing your lips gently to greet you. Namjoon chuckles as he stands from his seat, walking over to you three. “Have fun, baby girl. Make me proud.”

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks and nod, Jungkook taking your hand in his and giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“Take care of her,” Namjoon’s voice is deep, serious as his jaw gets stiff, eyeing the two younger men who are going to be taking the love of his life away for the day without him to watch after her.

“We swear, we’ll protect her with our lives,” Jimin swears, trying to reassure the older man.

Namjoon’s jaw doesn’t relax. “I want her here by midnight and not a minute later, understood?”

Jungkook and Jimin nod in agreement, releasing you so you can kiss Namjoon. Namjoon wraps his arms around your waist, one hand on your ass, the other holding your chin so he can kiss you as passionately as he wants. Your soft whimpers make him want to keep you for himself instead of letting you go out.

“Call me if you need me, babe,” Namjoon whispers, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes locked in her gaze. Your hand reaches out to stroke his cheek, getting him to release the tension in his jaw. “I’ll be fine.”

Namjoon nods stiffly, his eyes leaving yours to send an icy look at Jimin and Jungkook. “If she uses her safe word, I want her back immediately. Am I clear?”

His voice rings across the apartment. Both men nod and promise that they’ll return you in perfect condition and abide by his rules. Namjoon is hesitant to let you go, but at last, he does, his fingers lingering on your wrist before letting you go fully. With a wave, Jungkook leads you out of the apartment, leaving Namjoon a stressed-out mess.

In the elevator, Jimin’s hands are on your hips, his lips kissing at your neck, making you moan in response, letting his hands wander under your skirt.

You pull apart when the elevator dings open, allowing another passenger to enter. You clear your throat standing in front of Jungkook and Jimin before the passenger gets off three floors later, leaving you three all alone once again.

“Thanks for the pictures and video last night, babe,” Jungkook smirks, his hands coming to rest on your hips, his chin on your shoulder.

“Dammit, Namjoon,” you mutter, causing the boys to chuckle as the elevator finally reaches the lobby, opening up and allowing you to get out. Jungkook pulls the hood of his hoodie over his head, a face mask covering his gorgeous face as Jimin does the same, handing you a mask as well before pulling out a scarf and wrapping it around your head.

There’s a black SUV waiting for the three of you, the driver holding the backdoor open as Jungkook gets in first, followed by you and then Jimin. Jimin puts his seat belt on before helping you with yours as the driver gets back in the driver’s seat

Jungkook places his large palm on your thigh, sliding it under the material of your skirt. You gasp when you feel his cold rings touch your flesh. It makes you shiver when his fingertips touch your lace panties. You don’t make a move to remove his hand, instead; you spread your thighs to further encourage him.

Jimin sighs at the younger man but wraps his arm around your shoulder, his lips brushing kisses against your neck.

“You sure we can’t just go back to your apartment?” you whisper to Jimin, who has his hand on your breast, moaning at your question.

“Baby, please,” Jimin groans in reply as he moves his hands and lips off of your body before smacking Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook curses at him but moves his hand away, regardless.

“We want to take you shopping,” Jimin says, sending you his beautiful bright smile, Jungkook nodding from the seat beside you.

“We’d have more fun in your apartment,” you mutter, crossing your arms under your breasts, pushing them up so both men will look at them.

“I know, but we promised.” Jimin coughs, looking away from your chest to look out the window instead. Jungkook is rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, his ripped jeans clinging to his thick thighs. You bite your lip hoping he’ll let you ride them again later in the day. Your body feels like it’s on fire as you try to control your thoughts, but your arousal is starting to soak your panties and you don’t know if you can make it through the day without fucking one of the men beside you.

You sigh in defeat, knowing both men are right. You bite your lip, looking up towards the driver who has his ears burning red in embarrassment, and it is then you realize he has heard your conversation. Your face flushes with heat as you look towards Jungkook, only to notice his cheeks are crimson.

“God, this is why we do things privately,” Jimin bemoans and you elbow him in the ribs to shut him up watching as he pulls out his wallet and hands the driver a few bills in exchange for his silence.

Your eyes meet Jimin’s, your hand on his thigh as you slowly make your way to his belt, tugging it and biting your lip when his gaze meets yours.

“Baby,” he growls, making your thighs clench in response, but he notices, causing him to bite his lip; his hand running through his hair as he moves away from you. He can feel his hard cock throbbing in his jeans, and he knows he can’t shove it down your throat just yet. You’re driving him insane... all he wants to do is put you on your knees and put your sinful mouth to work on his cock while Jungkook watches.

His tone is enough to have you sitting up in your seat and shutting your mouth. You still want to get down on your knees and suck his soul out of his body, but his tone is his ‘no-nonsense’ tone that can lead to punishment. Instead, you shut your mouth and scoot closer to Jungkook, who’s happy to plant his lips on yours, not caring about Jimin’s small frame steaming next to you.

Jungkook isn’t shy with his pleasurable moans, egging you on to undo your belt and climb onto his lap. Your hips grind on him as his hands disappear under your skirt. Jimin fumes in his seat, hating being the responsible one in this situation.

“Jungkook, quit!” Jimin hisses and Jungkook waves him off quickly before returning his hand to your ass, squeezing it harshly, making you moan lewdly in response.

“Son of a bitch,” Jimin curses to himself, knowing there’s nothing he can do to keep you from grinding on Jungkook’s hard cock on your way to the mall. He thought Namjoon had quenched your pussy before coming out, but apparently, it wasn't enough.

Jimin was glad when the mall came into sight, pinching Jungkook’s bicep to gain his attention.

“What the fuck, Jimin?!” Jungkook yelped, rubbing his arm as he glared daggers at his offender. Jimin rolled his eyes, letting the driver know to drive to the furthest entrance to keep from being seen.

“Where do you want to go first?” Jimin asks as he helps you out of the SUV making sure all your faces were as covered as possible as you walk into the mall. People ignore all of you as you walk into the first store, taking your time to browse the clothing before deciding you don’t like anything.

Jimin takes your hand in his as Jungkook follows both of you, staying a few feet away from you to not draw any attention. You smile at Jimin as widely and innocently as possible before you drag him and Jungkook into a store that sells Kpop merchandise.

Jimin groans, throwing his head back in annoyance as you let his hand go to grab BTS merch.

“Put that back, baby. We can get you all the BTS merch you want,” Jimin huffed in annoyance as you cackled and grabbed more items. Jungkook rolls his eyes but lets you do your thing, only approaching you when you stand at the cashier to pay. He hands the cashier his card before helping you carry your bags as you smile smugly out of the store. Jimin is still perturbed by your actions, but isn’t the least surprised.

“Where to next?” Jungkook asks, beating Jimin in rock-paper-scissors to take your hand. You ponder for a second before your eyes land on a lingerie store that you have been dying to go to. Smiling devilishly at Jungkook, you pull him towards the store bypassing all the people walking by you. You’re a woman on a mission with your eyes set on your destination as you drag a forlorn Jungkook and Jimin behind you. Jimin notices there aren’t that many customers in the store so he goes to approach the manager for a few minutes while you browse the lingerie with Jungkook in tow. Jungkook feigns being bored, but his eyes scan all the lingerie, swallowing harshly as he sees a lace white set that would be perfect on you. He picks it up, showing it to you before pushing you in the direction of the dressing room. You try to protest, but it’s futile against the strong man.

A few minutes later, Jimin pops his head into the dressing room smiling proudly, “take your time, I paid off the owner to shut down the store until we’re done.”

“Jimin!” you gape at the gorgeous man in front of you, pulling him into the dressing room with you by tugging on his shirt. He looked surprised for a second before your lips met his, your back pressed against the mirror as he wraps your legs around his waist. His lips brush against your neck, making you moan his name in response as you tug your tank top off, exposing your bra. He smirks, kissing down your neck to your cleavage, his hand undoing the clasp.

“Baby, please,” Jimin whines, making you smirk.

“Shh,” you hush him as you cling to his shoulders, running your hands down his back to leave your pink marks on his skin. He groans in response, his cock twitching in his pants as you moan his name. Your body is fueled with a desire for Jimin, your sexual appetite not satisfied by your morning romp with Namjoon.

“Jimin,” you whine as your bra falls down into your arms before you toss it to the small bench in the dressing room. His plump lips make you feel like your body is on fire as he kisses your neck and makes his way to your exposed tits. You weave your fingers in his hair, moaning when his tongue licks your hardened nipple, and your back arches into him.

All sane thoughts leave your head as you relish the feeling of Jimin’s tongue on your burning skin. Your soft moans fill the small room, the curtain not doing much to muffle your sweet moans.

“Jimin,” you gasp as he pulls on your nipple, harsher than intended, making your pussy clench around nothing.

“Fuck, baby. you’re driving me crazy,” Jimin groans in response, his hands kneading your breasts before he pulls your black skirt down, allowing it to pool at your feet.

“Jimin, we’ll get caught,” you protest, but Jimin shushes you with his lips, his hands on your hips as his tongue slides past your parted lips.

“I paid off the owner.” he reminds you. “We’re fine, baby girl.”

“Fuck,” You moan, enjoying the way Jimin’s hands are exploring your body, familiarizing himself with it once again. Jimin toys with the waistband of your panties, his fingertips brushing against the wetness that’s soaked through and smirking before his hands are moving upward again. Jimin decides to leave you clad in just panties for now.

“You look so fucking good, princess,” Jimin moans, kissing your lips once again, his smooth hands running up and down your thighs making you keen into his touch.

“Jimin,” You moan, feeling his plump lips on your neck as his hands slide down your body to rub at your wet folds, forgetting where you are at.

“Let me suck your dick,” you pout before dropping to your knees, pulling on his black leather belt before undoing it and his pants’ button then pulling down the zipper. You tug his pants down, letting them pool around his ankles before biting your lip at his tight boxer briefs that hugged his frame perfectly.

“______,” he breathes before giving in and letting you pull his snug boxers down his perfect thighs, letting them pool at his ankles as well.

“Yum.” you chirp stroking Jimin’s hard cock in your hand, spitting on his cock to make it easier for you to stroke him with your spit, mixing it with his pre-cum.

A deep, guttural moan leaves his lips, making your pussy clench in response as you imagine him filling you once again.

Your tongue licks a stripe up his cock from base to tip making Jimin moan lustfully. You can’t help but slowly swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, your lips slowly taking him in your mouth. His hands are laced in your hair as he pulls you further down his thick cock.

“Come on, baby girl, don’t fucking tease me! This might be the only day I get to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

With that said, you take him in your mouth, loving the way his thick cock feels in your hot mouth. You swirl your tongue along his length, letting him hit the back of your throat before relaxing and swallowing around him.

His groans encourage you to keep going, your head bobbing up and down his cock, the head hitting the back of your throat before you swallow, making him shudder. His cock is covered in your spit, his heart is racing in his chest as he pulls your mouth down his length, holding you in place for a few seconds.

“Jimin,” you gasp seconds before you’re choking on his dick again, his hand gripping your hair tightly as he makes you choke on his thick, pulsing cock.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” Jungkook pokes his head into the dressing room after waiting outside for a while.

“Jimin, the fuck?” He chokes out as he sees you taking Jimin’s cock down your throat as you kneel before him in just your panties.

“We’re fine, I paid off the owner,” Jimin grunts in response to Jungkook, who is still in shock.

“Shut the curtain,” Jimin demands, making the younger man step inside and shut the curtain after him. He remains silent as he watches you suck Jimin’s cock fervently, not deterred by his sudden appearance.

“Fuck, baby girl you take my cock so well!” Jimin groans, eyes shut as his fingers tighten on your hair, your scalp burning at the grip but it just spurs you on to take his hard cock further down your throat, swallowing to make his knees quiver. His sweet curses fill the small room, Jungkook’s cock hardening in response as he watches you take Jimin’s dick like a champ.

Jungkook moves to sit on the small bench, his jeans feeling extremely tight on his body, his head lolling back as the sound of you slurping Jimin’s cock fills his ears, making him groan in response. He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down as he forces his eyes to remain open to watch you deep throat Jimin naked.

Jungkook wants a turn, but he settles for watching you deep throat Jimin’s cock, both of you growing sweaty as you continue your efforts to please his elder. He loves hearing you gag on his cock, pulling off to cough or to catch your breath before eagerly going back to wrap your pretty lips around the head again. He hopes you'll suck him off with as much fervor as Jimin.

“Fuck baby girl!” Jimin exclaims, making Jungkook buck his hips upwards as Jimin takes his erection out of your pretty little mouth and smacks his cock on your cheek before shoving it back in your mouth, making you gag. Tears pool at your eyes before they fall down your flushed cheeks.

“You’re so good, babe. You take this fucking dick so well,” Jimin grunts, eyes fluttering close as he revels in the feeling of your throat.

You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down his throbbing length, letting his moans and groans spur you on as you suckle his cock, taking him deep in your throat while breathing through your nose. Your nose settles in the soft hairs of his pubic bone before you retreat gasping for air.

“Let me fuck you,” Jimin groans as he pulls you off his cock by your hair held tightly in his hand. He pulls you off your knees until you’re standing before him as Jungkook watches on curiously.

“You’re such a good girl, babe. Let me fuck you,” Jimin states. You nod in agreement quickly as Jimin runs his hand up and down your body, his fingers playing with the hem of your lace panties before he pulls them down your thighs exposing your cunt. You flush with heat, allowing him to take your panties off fully; you hold his shoulder as you daintily step out of them before he throws them to Jungkook. Jungkook catches them in his hand, taking his hard cock out of the confines of his pants and boxers, using the sodden panties to jerk off into, moaning at the feel of your juices on the panties.

“Jungkook,” you whimper as your eyes catch him wrapping your soaked panties wrapped around his erection while Jimin pushes you up against the wall, his lips planting kisses on your neck. You moan in return to spur him on. Your body feels like it's blazing. Jimin’s lips ignite a fire within you that only he can quench as he grips your hips, his plump lips meeting yours. You feel his eager lips on yours, his tongue poking at the seam of your lips asking for entrance, which you eagerly grant him. His warm tongue makes your body tingle in response.

You feel your back hit the wall, the cool surface sending a shiver down your spine as Jimin’s lips meet yours in a fervent kiss, his hands running up and down your side before he taps your thigh to get you to spread your legs. You're almost embarrassed by how wet you’ve become from sucking his cock, but all that is forgotten the second his two fingers are running over your wet folds, making you groan.

“You like that, baby? Like my fingers on your wet cunt?” Jimin asks, smirking proudly as he sinks his fingers into your entrance, making you moan his name huskily as he curls them, your walls tightening around them.

“Jimin,” you breathe satisfied as his fingers hit all the right spots, your own hands cupping your breasts as Jimin brings his lips to your neck, making sure he doesn’t leave any marks for Namjoon to find later on. Jungkook sits in his spot, jerking his cock as Jimin removes his fingers, sucking them clean before Jungkook hands him a condom that he rolls on effortlessly. He pins you to the wall, admiring the way your chest heaves up and down. Your lust-filled eyes meet his, waiting for him to make his move, his hands coming to grip your thighs to lift you. Your legs encircle his waist easily as you’re pinned between his sexy body and the cold wall.

Never in a million years did you imagine Jimin pinning you to a dressing room wall, his cock inches from penetrating your pulsing, soaked pussy. You were looking forward to being filled by his fat cock.

“Babe, are you ready?” Jimin huffs, his hand coming to push back his sweat-damp hair, making you bite your lip as you nod your consent. Jimin grasps his hard cock in his hand, the head rubbing up and down your wet slit teasingly, he smirks up at you behind his bangs.

“Jimin, please,” you whine, making him and Jungkook chuckle before he thrusts into you, making you keen obscenely. You don’t care who can hear you as Jimin sinks his throbbing cock to the hilt, leaving you feeling so full. A moan of his name leaves your lips like a curse, his hips meeting yours as he thrusts into you, your name escaping his lips repeatedly in gentle cries. Your clenching pussy makes him shudder as he revels in the feeling of your warmth.

Jungkook watches on, the head of his cock leaking pre-cum as your panties move up and down his length as he waits for his turn to bury his cock deep inside you. He watches Jimin intently, wanting to pick up any last-minute pointers before he has his turn to bury his thick, long cock in that sweet cunt that has him reminiscing about the last time he fucked you; no other girl compares to you.

The second Jimin is sheathed in your warm cunt, he has to keep from filling the condom with his seed; you feel so fucking good. His head is swimming in thoughts about the last time he got to fuck you, wanting nothing more than his hot cum filling you, making your body swell with his perfect seed. He grunts at the thought, knowing Namjoon would never allow it; but the thought is enough to have his cock twitching in your tight cunt.

“_____,” he moans gruffly, his hips already stuttering as you feel him clutch your hips tighter with his beautiful hands. You arch your back further, your ass meeting his cock thrust for thrust, enjoying the sensation as his forefinger rubs your aching, throbbing clit to help you reach your orgasm. He feels too good, your senses growing numb as your breath hitches in your throat; orgasm building as your moans fill the small dressing room. You’re calling out Jimin’s name as loudly as possible, his cock reaching every spot it needs to inside you, making you tighten around him as the knot in your stomach becomes undone.

“Jimin! Jimin!” You cry repeatedly as your orgasm crashes over you, pussy tightening around his hard cock, coaxing his orgasm out of his body with a deep guttural moan of your name from his plump lips.

On the bench, Jungkook is moaning your name over and over again as he cums into your panties, leaving them useless to you as Jimin fills the condom with his seed before pulling out of your cunt leaving you both panting, hot mess.

The dressing room feels stuffy, reeking of sex and sweat. To the side, Jungkook is wiping his cum with your panties, smiling sheepishly, cheeks tinted pink when he catches your gaze.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, his face burning as you giggle at him before grabbing your clothing and throwing it back on. You grab your items and head back into the store, taking your time to admire the different types of lingerie, allowing Jungkook and Jimin to choose a few pieces they would like to see you wear for them.

Jungkook walks beside you, his large hand resting on your hip as you look at all the different types of panties, your hands feeling the different materials before picking your favorites to hand off to Jungkook to hold in his free hand. His lips brush against the column of your neck now and then, feeling elated to be near you without Namjoon hovering over the three of you.

“Let me eat you out, baby,” Jungkook whines, his hips pressing into your ass as you lean over the table to grab a pair of black lace panties.

“Jeon,” you scold him as your eyes dart around your surroundings, but Jimin is the only one present on the floor and he’s too busy looking for a teddy in your size to pay attention to Jungkook’s antics.

“Please,” he whines again, his hand squeezing your hip before moving up to cup your breast, pushing the bra cup down to give your nipple a harsh pinch.

“Kookie, please,” you moan, loving the feeling of his hands on you but knowing it would be best to behave, especially since you had already gotten carried away in the car on the way to the mall.

“Did you get everything you wanted, doll?” Jimin asks with his arms full of different types of lingerie with a smirk and sparkling eyes. Jungkook smiles at Jimin, walking away to grab a few pieces he wanted to see you in before he met you and Jimin at the register. Jimin made sure his face was hidden under his mask and sunglasses as he paid, thanking the owner for shutting down the store for him. He carried your bags while Jungkook held your hand as you led them to the next store.

Jimin hands your shopping bags to Jungkook before he steals you away to a rack holding several skirts, picking a handful for you to try on. While you’re in the dressing room trying on your skirts, you bend over in front of the mirror, taking a picture of your pussy peeking out from under the skirt, and sending it to your group chat.

Daddy [1:58 pm] Where are your panties, little one?

You reply quickly, filling in your daddy on your adventures so far.

You step out holding your skirts only to see Jimin biting his lip as he looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your thighs.

“Really, doll? You had to send that?” his husky voice has your stomach pooling with heat as you walk past him, swaying your hips more than necessary.

Jungkook isn’t faring much better as he’s blatantly staring down at his phone, not bothering to look up as you walk past him to look at the rest of the clothing racks. Instead, this time, it’s Jimin who can’t keep his hands off you, playing the part of the handsy boyfriend as he whispers salacious things in your ear, his plump lips brushing against the flesh of your neck, nipping lightly.

“Jimin,” you groan as you try to look through the clothing, a fairly simple task if you didn’t have Jimin trying to slide his fingers under your skirt.

You elbow him, making him grunt in pain as you walk away from him towards a different rack of clothing. You pick out a couple of items before grabbing Jungkook’s hand to drag him to the cash register. He pays for your items, kissing you on the lips before carrying your items in one hand, the veins of his arm becoming more prominent before he takes your hand in his to lead you out of the store. You’re sure Jimin follows you as Jungkook takes you to a video game store nearby, your attention drawn to a few games while Jungkook picks out a few things.

“Do you want to get something to eat now or later?” Jimin asks as he comes up to you while Jungkook stares at a wall full of video games, most of which he already owns.

“Later,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck before you feel his lips meet yours. You allow him to kiss you for a few minutes before you remember you’re in public and that it doesn’t take much to rile him up and have him on you against a wall before burying himself deep inside you.

“Jimin,” you breathe, chest heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath.

“Yes, love?”

“Did you guys get a room?” you ask, biting your lip, as the questions leave your lips, earning a bright smirk from Jimin.

“Perhaps we did.” Jimin shrugs, feigning indifference.

“Jimin!” you cry in frustration, wanting nothing more than to climb onto his lap and make out with him, but unfortunately you can’t, seeing as you’re still in public. You see Jungkook paying for his items before walking over to him, curling up to his side, knowing he would easily give in to you.

“Jungkook,” you whine softly, lips in a pout as his dark brown eyes meet yours.

“Yes, baby?”

“I wanna go to the hotel,” you respond, eyes trying to portray your fake innocence to try to get your way. Jungkook looks over his shoulder to see Jimin shaking his head, suppressing a laugh.

“We can leave the mall, but we have a surprise for you,” Jungkook informs you, making your face light up as you get excited. You loved surprises.

“Shall we take her, Jimin?” Jungkook asks as he shoves his receipt in his bag before taking your hand and shoving your shopping bags in Jimin’s hands as he leads you towards an exit. Jimin struggled to call the driver with his loaded hands. Jungkook doesn’t bother to help Jimin, seeing as Jimin already had his turn to bury his cock inside you, and he could admit he was jealous. As much as he enjoyed jerking off into your panties, your warm, wet pussy had more of an allure.

You follow both men to your car, making sure to flash both men when you climb into the SUV. Jungkook curses as he climbs in after you, his hand on your thigh squeezing it before his lips trail kisses from your neck up to your jaw before his lips meet yours.

Your hands go from his broad shoulders down to his lap where his cock is easily hardening under your touch. You moan his name as your hand rubs his erection through his pants, breath hitching in his throat as he groans so deeply it resonates in your body as you undo his pants. Jimin doesn’t get the chance to protest as you move from your seat to your knees, shamelessly pulling out Jungkook's cock, wrapping your lips around it startling Jimin and your driver.

You don’t care about the audience as you slurp up his cock, moans reverberating against his length as you bob your head up and down, thanking your lucky stars for his stamina. Jungkook’s hand is gripping your hair tightly as he urges you to take him deep in your throat, not caring about how your gagging can be heard by the driver. Jungkook moans your name, encouraging you to keep going as Jimin’s cheeks flush cardinal.

It’s not too long before the driver has stopped in front of your hotel hoping the three of you will take your belongings despite him enjoying the show you had put on for him and Jimin. With one last teasing lick that has Jungkook bucking his hips upward, you plant a kiss on the head of his cock before tucking him back into his pants. Jungkook pouts, making your lips rise in a cocky smile as you climb over him to get out of the car quickly.

You bypass everyone with Jimin covered up with a hoodie and face mask as he presses the button to call for the elevator. He’s sure to keep his gaze downcast as the elevator arrives, the doors opening to allow the two of you in. He places all your bags on the floor before turning around, his arms wrapped around your waist as the doors shut, his body pressing yours against the back wall.

“Jungkook will catch up,” he assures you, as his lips brush against yours once he pulls down his face mask. You lose yourself to the kiss, the feeling of his hands squeezing your hips have you wanting more of him and his touch.

“Baby,” you moan, careful to avoid saying his name due to the camera present in the elevator, your hands aching to slip under his clothing to feel the ripples of his abs.

“Almost, darling,” he murmurs against your lips as he pulls you closer, his forehead resting against yours as he hears the elevator arrive on the top floor. He gathers your bags in one hand before the other laces his fingers with yours to lead you to your suite for the night. You allow him to lead you, sliding your hand into his jeans pocket to retrieve his wallet to take the key card out before putting it back.

As soon as the door opens, you walk inside, allowing Jimin to come in and set your bags down in the room's corner before you jump him. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his lips down to meet yours, effectively catching him off guard as his arms wrap around your waist. He chuckles, breaking the kiss. “Woah! Slow down, baby!”

“I’ve missed you,” you admit bashfully as you allow him to lead you over to the couch before he pulls you onto his lap, his arms wrapped around your middle.

“I missed you, too. It was such an unbearable tour without you there.” Jimin nuzzles his nose on your neck making you giggle.

“I would have visited, but I almost got caught last time. It’s safer for me to stay here,” you sigh before you stroke his hair as his hand rubs your bare thigh. You enjoy the moment before the door opens once again to reveal Jungkook looking flustered as he takes a seat beside Jimin so he can still reach you.

“Had to pay the driver a little extra for her antics,” Jungkook chuckles, making your cheeks surge with heat.

“I couldn’t wait.” you shrug as you wiggle on Jimin’s lap until you’re able to place your legs over Jungkook’s thighs. His hand rubs your leg softly before you lean over to press your lips against his briefly before you feel Jimin move your hair over your right shoulder to have access to your neck. Jungkook’s touch is no longer innocent as his hand pushes your thighs apart so he can feel how wet you are.

“Take your top off,” Jungkook growls as he eyes your breasts squeezed into your shirt aching to be released. Jimin doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s pulling it over your head to throw on the floor, your bra joining it soon after. Jimin moves so you’re no longer on his lap but on the couch as he moves you between his thighs as Jungkook gets on the floor, spreading your legs. He licks his lips, your pussy glistening with your arousal as his hands move your skirt up so he can admire you better.

“She looks delectable.” Jungkook meets Jimin’s fiery, piercing gaze as Jungkook smirks before his finger runs up and down your folds, making you moan, head falling back onto Jimin’s shoulder.

“Don’t tease me, Jungkook. Please, I’ve been so good for you,” you plead as your eyes flutter shut, your hand clutching Jimin’s thigh.

“She has been good, Kookie,” Jimin agrees, making you keen as you stroke his muscular thigh in gratefulness. Your body burns with desire, your body wanting to be filled with pleasure as Jungkook takes a second before his finger slowly pushes against your entrance, your warmth enveloping his finger.

“Fuck, you’re just sucking it right up,” he notes as he slides it in and out before adding a second finger, your back arching as you fight the urge to squeeze him between your thighs, although you're sure he’d like that.

“Kook!” you moan as you arch your back for him, he chuckles in response as he smirks down at you, you’re sucking up both his fingers, keening for him as you become lost in your lust, moaning his name and begging him for more.

Jungkook placed a kiss on your thigh, his teeth nibbling it. You gasp in surprise as his tongue poked between his lips to soothe the pain. Jimin moved closer to you, his lips meeting yours, his tongue tangling with yours as his hands grabbed your tits. You moaned into the kiss lewdly, garnering Jungkook’s attention for a moment as he flattens his tongue to lick a solid stripe up your wet folds. You moaned his name. Jimin grunts in response as he cupped your face to pull you closer. Your body is heated, a sheen of sweat covering your skin as you place your hand on Jimin’s chest, letting it move down until you’re gripping his hard cock through his jeans.

“Fuck, _______. You have no idea how bad I want to bury my fucking cock inside your tight cunt,” Jimin groans as his lips plant kisses on the column of your neck, nipping it as you unbutton his pants. Jungkook continues to fuck you with his fingers, his tongue swirling around your clit repeatedly as your arousal soaks his hand.

“Jimin,” you moan as you finally release his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers, the head dripping with pre-cum. He hisses when you stroke him, rubbing the pre-cum down his length. Jungkook rolls his eyes, spreading your lips as he removes his fingers to fuck his tongue into you before he pops his fingers into his mouth to suck them clean. You fight the urge to clamp your thighs around his head, your legs draped lazily on his broad, muscular shoulders. His lips glisten with your wetness, your stomach pooling with arousal as you beg him to continue.

Jungkook adjusts you so that you’re lying on your side, your lips wrapped around Jimin’s cock while your legs are spread open for Jungkook to continue to eat you out. Jimin is stroking your hair softly, his mewls egging you on as you hollow out your cheeks, his cock brushing the back of your throat. You slurp, making his eyes roll back as Jungkook makes you moan right after. Your thighs tremble, whimpers escaping your lips as you bob your head up and down Jimin’s cock. Jimin lets his head fall back on the couch, his thighs clenched as he resists the urge to fuck into you. You’re bobbing your head up and down faster, the sound of you gagging on his cock has both men’s cocks throbbing. You swirl your tongue around the head, coating your taste buds in pre-cum as you suck on the head to tease him, your tongue licking his slit.

“Fuck, baby!” Jimin cries out, balls tightening and his abs as he fights the urge to cum down your fucking throat. He has you pull off his cock with a lewd pop, both of you flustered and sweating. Jimin kisses you, his tongue tangling with yours as he tastes himself on your lips. Jungkook’s tongue licks up your folds, sucking your clit as you moan for him, feeling your body clench as you arch slightly as an orgasm washes over you. Jungkook is relentless as he licks you clean, his shining lips on display as he rises from between your thighs with a smirk.

Jungkook pulls you onto his lap, his lips capturing yours as he has you straddle him. Jimin watches on, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it lazily as he watches Jungkook grind you down on his cock.

“Tell us what you want, baby,” Jimin states, his hooded eyes fixated on the way Jungkook is palming your ass, his lips sucking and nipping on your neck. Your hands reach out to undress him, his protesting whines swallowed by your lips as you kiss him until he’s undressed.

“I want you both,” you state honestly, your hand moving down to rub your clit, not able to help yourself as you moan. Your head lies on Jungkook’s shoulder, your whimpered cries making his cock stir, his hand wrapped around it. You’ve got both men at your mercy, your dripping pussy aching to be filled by their cocks. Their names roll off your tongue easily, your heated skin perspiring as Jungkook pulls your skirt down your legs to toss it to the side.

“Let’s get her to the bed, Kook,” Jungkook nods at his elder’s words, picking you up to carry you to the bed, where he lays you down carefully.

Jimin’s tongue sweeps across his bottom lip, his gaze fixated on you and Jungkook making out on the bed, hands exploring each other as moans fill the room. Jimin takes a seat on the edge of the bed, watching intently with a smirk on his lips as Jungkook pulls you to the top of the bed, your head nestled on a pillow as he kisses down your body.

Jungkook can’t help but mark your body, nipping at your hips until they bloom in color for him, a satisfied smirk grazing his lips.

“Let me suck you off,” you beg. Jungkook swallows thickly, knowing he probably won’t last long if you suck him off. He’d rather bury his cock inside you.

Jungkook looks at Jimin, doe-eyes wide and pleading with his elder for an answer. Jimin chuckles, his obsidian eyes glinting with mischief as he looks at you before looking at Jungkook. “Fuck her first, Kookie. Then you can fuck her face when you cum.”

Jungkook nods eagerly, appeased by Jimin’s solution as he has Jimin hand him a condom. Jungkook doesn’t waste time ripping open the packet, rolling the condom down his length before rubbing himself on your slick folds to lubricate himself further before pushing into you. You moan his name, your nails digging into his tan skin, his grunts making you melt under him.

Jungkook groans, hands on your hips as he sets a steady pace. You moan his name, euphoria washing over you as he fucks into your wet cunt.

Your moans spur him on, his abs tightening as he throws your legs over his shoulder. Your cunt pulsates around him, wet and warm. His head lolls back, dulcet moans escaping his pretty pink lips as he thanks Jimin for letting him fuck you first.

“How does she feel, Kook?” Jimin asks with a smug grin on his lips.

“Fucking amazing,” Jungkook groans, his sweat-slicked hair clinging to his forehead as his cock stretches your wet cunt. You dig your nails into his back, his name on your lips as he fucks you deeper.

Moans escape the both of you as Jimin watches on, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself. Jungkook kisses your neck, moans of your name mixing with curses from Jimin as Jungkook fucks into you harder, deeper. He fills every inch of you, his hips slapping against your ass as he holds you close.

“Fuck.” Jimin slows his pace, edging himself as he watches Jungkook thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. The obscene sounds of your coupling almost make him blush. He bites his bottom lip, his hand reaching out to move your hair out of your face. Your hand grabs his wrist, your lips wrapping around two of his fingers, your tongue swirling around them, suckling them before releasing him.

Jungkook chuckles, lifting you into his lap. “Ride me, babe.” You nod, your breath is ragged as he helps you bounce on his cock before you slow, grinding down on him. His lips are on your chest in an instant. He cups your breasts, his lips wrapping around a pert nipple as his hand moves down to spank you. He grabs a handful of your ass, giving it a hard squeeze as your hand moves between your bodies, rubbing at your clit. You feel a fire burn deep inside you, your body tingling as your moans grow an octave higher. You cry out Jungkook’s name, repeating it like a mantra as your cunt tightens around his cock, his soft curses filling the air between you.

“Make her cum, Kook,” Jimin says, his hooded eyes focused on the both of you as you kiss Jungkook sloppily.

“So close,” Jungkook utters, his body sweating and hot as he thrusts upwards into you. You feel your orgasm take over you, your body falling into a euphoric wave that has you trembling on Jungkook’s cock. He holds you, his forehead planted on your shoulder, broken cries of your name tumbling from his lips as his cock releases into the condom.

He pants, falling limp onto the bed as you cling to him, not caring how sweaty you are. You stick together; you cringe inwardly but push past it as Jungkook strokes your hair, planting kisses on your face before he hands you off to Jimin, who welcomes you with open arms.

Jungkook smiles warmly at the two of you, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

“How are you feeling, love?” Jimin’s soft tone has you melting as he pulls you into his lap, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes locked on you.

You snuggle into his chest, pressing featherlight kisses on it before you’re moving down his body, lingering on his abs for a moment before your lips are wrapped around his cock. Jimin cusses, head spinning from the amount of pleasure coursing through his body.

“Please let me fuck you.” you pull off his cock with a pop before you kiss him. You nod with enthusiasm, Jiming helping you climb onto his lap. You grab his cock, teasing it by rubbing it on your clit before sinking on him.

“_____, fuck,” Jimin is losing himself to the feeling of you riding his cock raw. His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss that has your toes curling as your arms wrap around his neck, pushing your chests together.

Jimin kisses your neck, his plush lips marking your skin despite knowing better. You feel like heaven wrapped around his cock, your arousal allowing him to glide smoothly. Your nails dig into his back, your soft moans mixing as you ride him. His hands grip your ass, squeezing as his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss, tongues intertwined.

Jungkook’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, a groan escaping him anyway as he watches Jimin’s cock fuck in and out of you. Jimin’s head lolls back, his neck exposed for your lips to leave their mark on his skin, something you take complete advantage of.

Jimin makes eye contact with Jungkook. His hooded eyes make Jungkook squirm, his hand faltering as he strokes his cock.

“See something you like, Kook?” Jimin’s tone has Jungkook melting into a puddle, barely managing to nod his head, his throat constricting, leaving him unable to speak.

“I asked you a question, Jungkook.” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“Yes, I see something I like.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jimin smirks, his attention turning back to you. “Why don’t you get behind her, slide your cock in with mine?”

Jungkook nods. “Yes.”

Jimin grins, his hand sliding between your body and his. You gasp when his fingertips brush your clit, your thighs trembling as you hold him closer, your fingers lacing in his hair.

Jungkook moves behind you as Jimin slows his pace. You feel the warmth of Kook’s hands, a tingle running down your spine as you feel his index finger slide into you. A curse escapes you. Your forehead meets Jimin’s shoulder as his plump lips kiss the top of your head. His soft voice reassures you that if you need them to stop, all you need to do is say so.

“I’m okay,” you assure him, feeling Jungkook push in a second finger. You were used to being stretched to impeccable lengths because of Namjoon. Double penetration like this wasn’t new to you, and although it was your first time with both men, you knew you could handle it. Jungkook was cautious, his fingers moving slowly to match Jimin’s pace before his other hand reached out to grab the lube that sat nearby.

Jungkook and Jimin listened to every sound you made, searching for any sign of discomfort.

“I’m fine.” you smiled softly, your lips pressing against Jimin’s as Jungkook slid in a third finger. His lips pressed kisses on your shoulder, down your spine, unphased by feeling Jimin’s bare cock against his fingers. Unbeknownst to you, this wasn’t the first time the two of them had been this close with a woman.

“Think you can handle it?” Jimin whispers, pulling out of you to allow Jungkook to push into you, figuring it’d be easier on you for him to slide back in after.

“Yes, Jimin.” you try to keep your tone neutral, but you accidentally roll your eyes at him. Jimin’s gaze hardens, his hand coming down on your ass as you apologize.

“Let us know if you need us to stop,” Jungkook states as he pushes into you with caution, his large hands on your hips as he bottoms out. He holds you steady while Jimin pushes in after him, your breath hitching in your throat as your cunt welcomes the stretch. Your nails dig into Jimin’s skin, leaving crescents on him. Jimin bites back the hiss that threatens to escape as he looks over your shoulder to see Jungkook with his eyes closed, his lips parted as moans spill from his lips.

“Feels so good,” Jungkook grunts, his hair sticking to his forehead as sweat beads on his skin. His body is overwhelmed with pleasure, his heated skin pressing against yours as he slowly fucks into you. Incoherent cries leave your lips, begging both men to fuck you.

Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice as he thrusts into you, Jungkook following his lead until the two find a rhythm that works for you. You can feel tears running down your cheeks as you’re overcome with pleasure, feeling your stomach bulging slightly from both cocks fucking you. You sink your teeth into Jimin’s shoulder, your tears wetting his skin as both of them hold you. Your toes curl a broken cry of their names filling the space between you. They feel you tighten on their cocks, making it hard for them to continue fucking you. Jungkook can feel his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His grip on your hips loosens as he cries out in pleasure, his abdomen tightening as he cums one more time.

“Baby,” Jimin gasps, feeling Jungkook cum inside you, making it easier for Jimin to slide in and out of you a couple more times before he fills you with his cum. Jimin holds you and Jungkook, grunting as his breathing becomes erratic, eyes fluttering shut as he moans for you both. Jimin holds the two of you close, his hips bucking upward into you. “Ah, fuck. Jungkook, _____. Fuck.”

Jungkook finds himself blushing, swallowing thickly as he tries to keep his weight off the both of you, his arms trembling from holding himself up before he pulls his cock out of you and lays spent on the bed. Jimin follows suit, helping you lay on the bed between them. You can feel their cum spill out of you, but you’re too spent to care.

“Fuck,” Jimin smiles, his pretty eyes twinkling as he stares up at the ceiling. Jungkook echoes his elder’s sentiment, rolling on his side to look at the two of you, a small grin tugging at his lips as his hand comes to rest on your hip.

“So tired,” you mumble weakly. Jimin chuckles, pecking your cheek as he gets off the bed to start the shower.

“Are you feeling okay? We weren’t too rough, right?” Jungkook’s concerned tone makes you smile, shaking your head to reassure him that you're fine. Your hand caresses his cheek, his head moving to fall into your soft touch.

“Shower’s ready,” Jimin calls from the bathroom as Jungkook helps you stand, your legs wobbling comically as he wraps a strong arm around your waist to support you as he leads you to the bathroom. Both men help you shower, washing your hair and body for you before washing themselves.

When you head back to the bed, the sheets have been stripped and replaced. Your dinner is waiting for the three of you as you take a seat in between them.

You wish you had more time to spend with them as they glance at each other; you know they wish the same but you all know this little arrangement you had was all because of Namjoon and as much as you loved both men in front of you, your heart truly belonged to him.

Jimin has you all get in bed after dinner, a movie playing in the background as the three of you cuddle together, your hand laced with both of them until you eventually fall asleep. Soft snores escape your lips, your arm draped over your eyes as you sleep soundly.

Jungkook watches you for a long while before carefully getting out of bed, double-checking to make sure he hasn’t woken you as he grabs a flute of champagne and heads out to the balcony. The night chill sends a shiver down his spine as he takes in the nighttime view of the city. He takes a sip of his champagne, not caring too much for the taste but yearning for a distraction from the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Jimin joins him, not saying a word as he places his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jimin has an inkling as to what has Kook out of sorts, but remains silent as he sips his drink.

“It gets harder every time,” Jungkook admits in a quiet tone. Jimin is surprised he’s even heard him. “I hate leaving her every damn time we have to go away, and she’s not even mine. I’m supposed to be grateful for the half-day I get to spend with her. As if it doesn’t kill me to see her run back into his arms, as if my heart doesn’t break every time I see the way she looks at him.”

Jimin is speechless. He didn’t think the younger man felt like this. He knew what this was. They both did. Where was this coming from? Had he always felt this way, or was this a new development?

Jungkook finished his drink, poking his head inside to grab the bottle and to make sure you were still sound asleep; you were.

“Jungkook-”

“Don’t,” Jungkook interrupts, taking a drink straight from the bottle. Under different circumstances, Jimin would be proud, but right now, he was concerned. “Just... just forget I said anything, okay?”

“Jungkook, I-”

“Just leave it be, Jimin. Leave it be.”

Namjoon paces back and forth as the clock strikes midnight. He bites his bottom lip, eyes on the door as he waits for it to open. It doesn’t.

“I said midnight,” he huffs as the minute hands move and the door finally opens. Namjoon sighs in relief as he pulls you into a hug.

“I missed you,” he says as he kisses your forehead, moving you back to make sure you’re in one piece. You assure him you're fine as Jungkook and Jimin linger in the doorway with your shopping bags.

They set them in the living room before Namjoon has you tell them goodnight, informing you he’ll be waiting for you in his bedroom. You nod, watching him leave before you approach Jimin.

“Thank you for today, I had so much fun,” Jimin smiles, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he tells you he did as well before he presses a kiss to your cheek and wishes you a goodnight. He steps out of the apartment and you follow him and Jungkook into the hallway.

Jungkook gives Jimin a pointed look and Jimin hesitates to leave, but does so. He shakes his head as he heads to his apartment, sending the two of you one last look of concern. Jungkook waits for the door to shut before he turns to you, his hand cupping your cheek. His lips brush against yours softly, his other hand finding its place on your waist. He sighs deeply when the kiss ends. His heart feels like it’s breaking as his lips kiss your forehead, his hand on the nape of your neck. Your hands grip his shirt in fists, not sure what’s going on.

When Jungkook steps back, you notice the tears in his eyes.

“Jungkook-” he shakes his head with a forced laugh. He looks up at the ceiling, tears streaming down his cheeks. Your heart aches for him, you step forward to comfort him, to ask him what’s wrong, but he steps away from you.

“I’m fine.” he smiles as he sniffles. Jungkook knows better than to ruin whatever you have going with Namjoon, and no matter how much he yearns to be with you, he could never stand in between the two of you. With a heavy heart and tear streaks on his cheeks, Jungkook swallows the knot in his throat as his eyes meet yours.

“Goodnight, love.”

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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Why limit this discourse to just Seokjin? I'm proposing a what kinks you think BTS have list.

So curious.

this came through in the middle of my regularly-scheduled 5pm on a friday work emergency, so thank you for the distraction.

i have crowdsourced some responses to this from @hot-soop bc she is the resident astrology girlie and once got super drunk and did a 30 minute powerpoint presentation about this exact topic. it was art.

sadly the powerpoint is "somewhere in the abyss" but we've got some thoughts under the cut.

kim namjoon

size kink bc of the "likes cute and small things" comment

old reliable aka the impreg kink is on the backburner since he's now undecided about children, but i think a well-timed "daddy" will still do it for him. sorry daddy haters

confusing list of kinks bc on one hand he's mr. terabyte harddrive full of porn and on the other hand he goes to feminism class, so even he might not know what he likes. very experimental

bee says he leans dom. i can see it. he's also in charge of everyone else all the time so would appreciate someone else taking the reins for once. firm switch for me

aftercare! lots of it!

spanking

kim seokjin

already discussed but probably the most "vanilla" of them all but not in a bad way, the man just knows what he likes.

canon: likes choking and getting handcuffed

also canon: takes nudes on a polaroid, so do with that what you will

also also canon: brat tamer seokjin, even though i personally think that'd be a pretty uncommon headspace for him

wants very reciprocal, equal sex, so i can see him getting very into mutual masturbation

but sex has to be fun!

noise!! sounds!

orgasm control

min yoongi

bee told me once degradation would make him cry in the shower (and then i wrote it anyway) so not that but she is the yoongi expert so the following are all from her:

spontaneous sex bc he finds the most random shit sexy. like his partner could just be making dinner and he’d fuck them on the counter (aries venus)

switch - depends on the day and how much he’s had to call the shots at work already

bondage! shibari! breath play!

group sex but also 🥰 in love 🥰 sex

caretaking

sad sex - he’d find that shit romantic or whatever. but also really rough sex. seriously the aries venus/cancer mars are TOTALLY DIFFERENT so mans all over the shop

cum eating, cuckolding, voyeurism, somnophilia

jung hoseok

said this before but ASS! PLAY! i would put that in 128pt font bolded and underlined if i could

kinky af bro, show me an aquarius who isn’t secretly into some stuff

anonymous sex, fantasy (vampires, elves, tentacles - whatever)

sex toys ranging from dildos to sex swings to nipple clamps

voyeurism

orgasm denial

role-playing

cuckolding

if he gets all of that with someone who loves him, then that gets him off the most (pisces venus uwu)

dirty talk

exhibitionism

park jimin

i have been instructed to include this part of the powerpoint:

jimin has scorpio venus AND scorpio mars

anyone human would probably die after fucking him

forbidden love, marking, ANGST to the nth degree, angry passion driven sex, anything that would make him and/or his partner cry is a win in his books. BDSM babyyyyy, sex addiction (not hyperbole), group sex, being hated by someone fucking him gives him a little thrill

another one in the ass play column

double penetration

praise & humiliation

latex/rubber/lingerie

kim taehyung

furry. absolute furry

foot fetish

dom energy

give HIM aftercare even if he just wrecked your entire shit

sensory deprivation

voyeurism

jeon jungkook

just said he likes brats but he is THE brat so good luck y’all

praise him please

teasing, degradation if you’re nice about it

everything in excess, namely orgasms & partners

soft fuckboi vibes

lingerie

piercings!! genital/nipple

most of this was from bee so everyone go follow her thank u

#i'm having dinner w my grandparents after this so thanks #not gonna be weird at ALL dlfgk #feel free to chime in and share ur thots #jewel answers #bts imagines #bts kinks

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monodreamin · 2 years

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Rkive Hospital

Pairing: Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader

Rated: M (18+)

Genre: smut, tiny bit of fluff, one shot

Synopsis: Presidential Candidate and CEO of Rkive hospital Kim Namjoon hires two new janitors at his hospital unbeknownst to him Taehyung and Jungkook are spies sent by Kim Namjoon’s rival candidate Kim Seokjin. What will the spies find if anything? And what happens when both men fall for Y/N, a childrens specialist at the hospital.

Warnings: Threesome, Polygomy, praise, dirty talk, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, impreg kink, breast play, cream pie, jealousy, corruption, ass slap, unplanned pregnancy and cum play.

Words: 4,741

Author’s note: This is my first request and I hope the person reading it likes it.

It was late in the afternoon at Rkive hospital at the cafeteria where my medical friends, as I called them and I joined together for the first time in years for a late lunch. We all had busy schedules being in the medical field so this was a very rare occasion Jimin was a doctor at the hospital and everyone had a crush on him he was always well groomed and very flirtatious, Hoseok is a nurse and worked very closely with Jimin his bright and cheery mood is so contagious and his megawatt smile stole the hearts of many, Yoongi a surgeon was the busiest of us all his calm and reassuring nature always put us at ease, then there was me a child life specialist.

I always had a soft spot for children to help care for and nurture them was always my passion. Children always responded well to me. It started from a young age. I would care for my dolls as if they were truly my children, I would play doctor nursing them back to health. I am an adult now who studied and worked and got the dream job I always wanted.

“So just giving you a heads up Hoseok but presidential candidate Kim Namjoon will come in for his regular checkup tomorrow.” Jimin let his nurse know. Namjoon was not only a presidential candidate but he also owned the hospital whenever he came to do his regular checkups everyone was alerted to be on their very best behavior the best for the boss “again? It feels like it’s already too soon.” Hoseok sighed.

“It does, at this rate he should move into the hospital” Yoongi stated, popping a slice of tangerine in his mouth.

“This is why I’m so thankful I’m a child specialist.”

“Same here but thankfully I am a surgeon.”

“Ok enough with the bragging Namjoon isn't bad at all right Hoseok?” Jimin was trying to convince Yoongi and I that things were ok.

“Besides that, we see him more often than we would like. He isn't bad at all, it just makes me nervous because he is our boss” Hoseok got up emptying his tray.

“We are not only getting presidential candidate Kim Namjoon….” Yoongi flashes a work email from his phone informing hospital staff that there will be two new janitors.

“That should be fun, hopefully, they are hot too.” I teased. “But I thought you only had eyes for me?” Jimin shot you a wink. “Stop it Jimin, no one takes you seriously.” Hoseok playfully shoved him.

“That is true there are too many women and even some men lined up for a piece of doctor Park.” Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s shoulders, shaking him lightly. You kept quiet observing the boys banter with each other. “I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t make my Y/N uncomfortable.” Jimin pulled my seat closer to his and my cheeks reddened.

“So when did this happen? I must have missed something?” Hoseok put his hands over his mouth. “ no no no he is just messing around, stop it Jimin.” you pulled your seat away from his and stood up from the chair. “See if you would take me more seriously than we could be dating right now.” Jimin for as long as you have known him constantly flirted with you but it was just not with you it was with everybody else so you didn't let it go to your head.

“I just got beeped for an emergency surgery so I hate to cut this short but I have to go.” Yoongi rushed out of the cafeteria leaving his tray and trash behind “I’LL CLEAN IT UP FOR YOU.” Hoseok yelled before Yoongi left “THANK YOU” Yoongi yelled back before disappearing. Jimin and I also helped clear out the table.

Another day, another mission. I'm Taehyung and my partner is Jungkook. Wait before you get any ideas. We are secret agents who are undercover at Rkive hospital for our boss and presidential candidate Kim Seokjin. He needs dirt on his opposing presidential candidate Kim Namjoon in order to destroy his campaign. My partner and I got new identities and jobs as janitors at the hospital. Namjoon was making frequent trips to the hospital he owned and we were going to get to the bottom of this. “ Jungho, are you ready?” I said testing out his name “I’m ready Taesung… now let's empty the trash bins.” He in turn tested out my name and we began to speak in code.

I was taking the trash bags out off the bins and putting new ones in when I noticed doctor Park scrambling to to greet Kim Namjoon I slowly moved from room to room keeping an eye on the two when I was swiftly distracted by this alluring woman as she held a small child in her arms speaking to him calmly. The warmth of this woman caught my attention at first and then her striking beauty.

“Taesung wake the hell up” Jungkook snapped his fingers in front of my face but he too was distracted shortly after, when he too looked towards the direction I was looking at and noticed her too. “She's cute.” Jungkook simply said. The both of us froze in place we were in awe of the same woman. Everything happened in a flash. Namjoon was already coming out of the doctor's office. Jungkook and I pretended to move around while collecting trash. We were trying to eavesdrop on the conversation between both men.

“Thank you so much, I truly have the best medical staff.” Namjoon shakes Jimin’s hand.

“Thank you so much, presidential candidate, Kim and you know you are welcomed here anytime.” Jimin bows his head down.

“Thank you and I Hope you won’t see me too soon.” Jimin laughs and Namjoon leaves.

“See this is all your fault we missed it all Jungho.”

“My fault? You were the one gawking at her first Taesung.”

“You know what? Fuck off Jungho it doesn't matter when you were looking at her too.” the woman walks over to both of you, the one you had just been staring at and your heart starts to race. Why is she making her way to you? Did she overhear what Jungkook said…. Shit.

“Hello, you two must be the new janitors. My name is Y/N. Welcome to Rkive hospital if you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask me. I'll try to help as best as I can.” the warmth of her kind soul radiated through and through you were like a moth attracted to the light Y/N being the light of course. You were here on a mission but couldn't even think straight which was so unlike you. “Hey Y/N nice to meet you. I'm Jungho and this is Taesung? I just met him today.” you shook your head as if that would shake some sense into you.

“Yes, I am Taesung. It's so good to meet you. Thank you.so what do you do here?” you laughed and it was the prettiest laugh you have ever heard. “I'm a child life specialist.” That explained why she had a child in her arms and why she was so good at it. “I have to go work calls.” she smiled before leaving and you just knew she was going to be such a huge distraction to the both of you.

Jungkook and I were back at Seokjin’s office with no info yet. “I need for you to get information and I need it fast.” Seokjin slammed his hands on the desk. “It has only been a day we will get the info right?” Jungkook looked at me for reassurance. “Presidential candidate Kim Seokjin, you hired us for a reason and you will see why soon” Seokjin stared you and Jungkook down. “I hope you are both right because if not you will be sorry. We must take Namjoon down immediately. We cannot waste any more time, the sooner the better.”

“Trust us you hired us both for a reason and we will prove to you that you made the right decision. We are getting our hands on his medical records and handing them straight to you.” it was almost time for you and Jungkook to return to the hospital for your second shift. This time you wouldn't fail. It was not an option. You were the number one secret agent and that wasn't going to change not now not ever.

I was at the hospital cafeteria with Jungkook when Y/N made her way to a table nearby where Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi were seated. She handed them some coffee and pastries. Y/N looks around the cafeteria and notices you she is making her way towards your table. “Do you want some coffee? I have some pastries too.” Before you answered, Jungkook had his hands out ready to receive the coffee.

“Thanks, that is nice of you Y/N” Jungkook smiles while drinking his coffee.

“I try to look out for the people I work with.”

“So what do you think of doctor Park?” you asked not wanting to be the distracted one again this time you had to be the responsible one.

“I think he’s a great person, he is my friend. Why do you ask?” her eyebrows raised and thought it was so cute.

“Nothing… I'm just curious about the people I work with since I’m new here.”

“Speaking of him here he comes.” Jungkook cut into the conversation and Jimin made his way to the three of you.

“I should get going. I have a busy day ahead of me today” she said, handing Jungkook a banana nut muffin before leaving. He smiled at the warm pastry placed in his hand by you.

“Jungho get her out of her mind, we have a job to do here.” you interrupt his little moment he thinks he has with you . “Are you jealous because you know I can get to her first?” you let out a hysterical laugh “do you think she would go for you before she would me? I find that very funny, Jungho.” Taehyung took a bite out of of Jungkook’s banana nut muffin and then walked away.

“I don’t want this anymore” Jungkook looked at the bite mark on the muffin and then threw it in the trash. “I don’t like sloppy seconds” he smiled to himself and then proceeded to his mission which is hacking the computer systems at the hospital while Taehyung kept a lookout.

Jimin makes his way to you with a flirtatious look on his face that makes the heat in your body rise. It didn't matter how long you knew Jimin and how long you were around him, the man was hot and you could never get over it. “Y/N you are so good with kids,” he commented to you.

“Thanks, I mean I am a child specialist I should be.” you didn't get why Jimin would be so in awe of your “skills'' to you it wasn't a big deal maybe you should give yourself more credit?”

“No seriously it warms my heart, not everyone is good with kids.” your stupid heart was beating so hard you were pretty sure he would see it through your chest.

“Thanks, Park, I appreciate that a lot.”

Jungkook sneaked his way to the hospital's computer system and was now waiting for all the information to be stored on a USB it was almost done it was too easy for him like snatching candy from a baby soon he would have Namjoon’s personal information and medical file to give to Seokjin the job will be done as it always was and Seokjin would be on his way to destroying Namjoon and winning the election.

“Sorry to interrupt the two of you.” Taehyung cuts into you and Jimin’s conversation.

“Is everything alright Taesung?” you ask concerned.

“No, I need to talk to you in private please, it's important.” Taehyung was getting annoyed with you giving Jimin all this attention. He didn't like it and he was going to put a stop to it now.

“Ok I’ll be right back Jimin”

You found it weird but you followed Taehyung into the janitor’s closet anyway. “Do you like Park?” Taehyung was straightforward with it, he had no time to waste, he was on a mission and it could be over any minute. He is a man that hates regrets so he wasn’t going to waste any more time that he didn’t have.

“What? No.”

“Good because I like you.” His face was close to yours. You could now see his big round eyes up close and the small mole under his eye that you always found so cute. You didn’t know how to respond truth iis you felt something for him but also for Jungho.

“I don’t know Taesung…I…What…” you stammered, you were sure he could see the conflicted look in your eyes. You weren’t good at hiding these kinds of things.

“I know… you like Jungho right? That’s what it is, it's all over your face.” Shit, why did you have to make it so obvious you felt so bad about it now. You really couldn't pick one.

“It’s not just that but I’m attracted to the both of you.”

“Who says you have to pick?” The scent of his lotion filled your nose. Taesung didn't wear strong Cologne a you can smell the scent of chamomile and lavender. He was too close but not close enough you wanted more.

“What do you mean? I can’t just go date the both of you.” you laughed.

“Who says you can’t? I’m sure the three of us wouldn’t mind it.” His huge hand reached out to your face caressing it. You were sure his hands weren’t this hot; it felt like the sun was in his hand.

“Look how you melt from just my hand on your pretty face. Imagine my hands touching all over your body.” he pulled your body close to his.

“Taesung we are going to get caught.”

“No one ever comes in here so relax doll.” He had you up against the wall, your bodies perfectly pressed against each other. You could feel your panties dampen quickly at his action.

You went from studying to automatically working. You never had time for anything else, especially not for men and here you now were getting the attention of not one but two hot men taesung telling you that you could have both of them. You must have saved a village in your past life because how the hell did you get so damn lucky?

“Where is Jungho?” You wanted to talk to him to make sure that what Taesung was telling you was the truth.

“Oh baby you are such a sweet girl” his hand slowly traveled inside of your pants he looked at your face and gave you enough time to stop him but it looked like you were enjoying it way too much to put it to a stop.

“I just want to play with you a little before he gets here.” Taesung’s index finger slowly circled your clit. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting him do what he saw fit with your body. You were under a dry spell. It's been seven plus years since you had any interaction with a man in this way.

He grabbed your jaw forcing you to look him directly in the eyes. You have been so touched starved you were now putty in his hands for him to take and mold you into whatever he wanted you were willing and ready by just his intense look into your eyes.

Taesung spread your legs apart widely and started to play with your pussy soft and gentle. He was whispering in your ear about how pretty your pussy was and how easy it was to make it wet. You wanted him inside you already.

“Taesung…”

“Call me Tae.” Taehyung didn't want you calling you a name that wasn't his, not while he was the one making you feel good.

“ok…Tae… I want your dick…” you blushed, you couldn’t believe how vulgar you were.

“We have a bit of a problem here.” he slapped your pussy and you yelped.

“What problem?” your pussy stung with want and need.

“I don’t have a condom…” you frowned at his words.

“It's up to you doll if you still want to play.”

“I’m not on the pill and I haven't had sex since I started my studies I saw no need to not when I wasn't having sex at all.”

“It's ok we can do this another time.” you didn't want him to stop. Your brain was telling you that you should but your body was in need and before you knew it your body was winning this fight.

“Fuck me I’ll just take the morning after pill.” Tae bends you over on the slop sink, your breasts pressed up against the cold utility sink as he enters you from behind filling you inch by inch very slowly. Your pussy burned from the stretch since it's been such a long time you had sex but he took his time with you going in and out of you too slow for you Tae holding your arms like a fragile doll it was getting boring and quick.

“You can go faster now.” Tae moved his large hands to your chest, caressing both breasts.

“You get so wet and very fast it's precious.” he smashed into you picking up the tempo.

“Yes Tae please like that fuck me hard.” he thought your dripping desperate mess deserved all the sweet praises in the world. Your whimpers were driving him insane. He wanted to hear more of them so he went rougher as your head rested on the sink you hollered out his name.

“ Be quiet, doll, you don't want anyone hearing the pretty sounds you make for me now do we?” you nodded your head no, trying to muffle your sounds as best as you can. You were cumming all over his cock so easily it turned him on, even more, it made him want to make you cum harder. Your body was truthful in its reaction to him. He filled you up creampie after creampie and thought to himself he would for sure get you pregnant and it didn’t help that he wanted you to have his baby too.

You both heard keys being jingled. Someone was about to open the locked door and enter.

“We have to stop or they will see us… fuck it feels so good Tae” Tae fucked into you rapidly chasing his 3rd release. Tae turned to see Jungkook enter the room. Jungkook assessed the situation, closing the door and locking it behind him quickly.

You stood there frozen as Tae remained behind you covering your body from Jungkook’s view.

“I see I'm interrupting something.” Jungho finally spoke, making his presence known.

“Not at all right baby?” Tae now knew you were interested in both him and Jungho.

“He’s right.” you replied.

“Oh.” Jungho simply said Tae knew his partner well. Jungkook was jealous and he became a man of few words when he was, Jungkook wasn’t into sloppy seconds. Taehyung knew he just had to give the both of you that push and you would open up to Jungkook as well.

“Can I show him what I did to that sweet pussy?” you nodded your head yes. Tae spread your lips apart showing your hole filled with his cum still some of it dripped out and onto your inner thigh. “I think she needs more fill her up again for me.” Tae slapped your ass loudly.

Jungho bit his lip as he watched you make your way toward him. You never had two men like this before and in such a short amount of time. You didn't care these were two men, you would do anything for it was just something about the both of them. You never felt this way before and you were more than inclined to have your way with them both. It was time you had your fun and why not with these two gorgeous men that wanted the same thing with you.

“Don’t be shy…” your lips brushed against Jungho’s . Tae made you feel confident the way he encouraged you with Jungkook.

Jungho opened his mouth and your tongues massaged each other. Tae watched both of you closely. “I filled her up so well and she's not on the pill” Jungho removed his clothes, while you were still naked he placed you on top of the sink. Jungho was different in the way that he wanted to see your face while he fucked you. Your cheeks heated up at just the thought.

“Well I’m going to fuck your cum right out of her with mine and it'll be my baby she has.” the exchange between these two men had you seeping wet. “You can try. I filled her up so many times before you got here so may the best man win. It's fine regardless it's our baby she will have anyway.” Tae smirked. Jungho thrust himself in you. He didn't need to go slow because Tae had already opened you up so prettily for him.

“Fuck… what do you want me to call you?” you asked as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Kookie is fine…” your eyes rolled back as he hit the spot in you that drove you crazy.

“Shit kookie… right there keep going right there please.” you kissed his lips again.

“Such a good girl she always says please.” Tae compliments. Once Kookie and you pulled away from the kiss, Taehyung went by your side, taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard until your nipple were erected between Tae sucking your tits and Kookie pounding into you, you were in pure ecstasy. You couldn't keep your eyes off Kookie’s abs glistening in sweat as he had your way with you.

“I hope one of you does get me pregnant…” you were now playing into their impregnation kink you wanted Kookie to fill your aching hole badly.

“Look at that our dirty girl wants all of our cum.” Tae rubbed your clit as Jungkook sped up his movements, your legs wrapped around him as he spilled into you. Some cum he released on your stomach.

“One of us for sure got her pregnant now,” Kookie said, collecting his cum from your stomach with his fingers and sticking them in your pussy.

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The two secret agents were quietly and swiftly on the way to Kim Seokjin’s office to give him the information they got from Rkive hospital. The Hospital. The men turned on the laptop and opened the files to find nothing… Namjoon was clean and there was nothing they could use on his file to make him look bad. Namjoon had cancer, how could they use that against him? There was no way if anything people would sympathize with him and he would win the election.

“So the big secret and the many hospital trips were because he was sick?!?” Seokjin's voice was raised.

“Well he should die soon because that's the only way you are winning this election,” Taehyung says with a cocky smirk and Seokjin is grabbing Taehyung by the collar of his shirt. “You think this is a fucking joke?!?! I pay you two fucking idiots for this thinking he was constantly going to the sperm bank at the hospital and has a ton of illegitimate kids but no he's fucking clean.”

“And whose fault is that? You paid us we found nothing now give us our fucking money.” Taehyung pushes Seokjin’s hands away from his collar. Seokjin grabs a wad of cash and throws it on the floor “and get the fuck out once you're done picking up all your money.” he slams the door loudly before leaving his office.

“Shit Taehyung, you should have kept your cool.” Jungkook kneels on the floor next to Taehyung picking up the money. “We have to leave that hospital before we are exposed,” Taehyung says, picking up the last few bills and shoving them in his bag. “We have to talk to Y/N first before we go.” Jungkook of course had to speak to you the beautiful, smart, caring, amazing child specialist he couldn't get out of his mind since the first time he saw you but he wasn’t the only one Taehyung couldn't get you off his mind, and couldn't leave without saying goodbye to you too.

3 months have passed Jungkook and Taehyung were running out of time. Seokjin’s patience was running thin. They weren’t finding anything else on Namjoon and they had to leave now. Both men made sure to be at the hospital extra early. You walked past the janitor's room but this morning was different. You were pulled into the janitor room quickly and the door shut behind you. It was Taehyung.

“Listen to me I have to tell you something very important and only you will know this.” Taesung started.

“We are secret agents. My real name is Taehyung and Jongho’s is Jungkook we were sent here by elected candidate Kim Seokjin to dig up dirt on his hospital and most importantly his rival candidate Kim Namjoon.” you didn’t know what to say, did they find anything? Was the hospital’s reputation about to be destroyed? They must have read the worry on your face because they gave you the answers right away.

“Everything is good here, the hospital and your boss everything is clean… but we aren't, we wanted to at least see you and say goodbye. Thank you for everything. You were so kind to us.” Jungkook looked at you with sad eyes.

“But I don't want you to go.” it was the truth, you didn’t want them to leave but you knew staying at the hospital wasn't an option not at all.

“Come with us… I know it's crazy to ask of you but…”

“Yes… yes, I'll go with you both.” Jungkook couldn’t believe your fast response and were willing to throw it all away for them? Shit how the fuck were you going to share her with Taehyung? And you studied so hard and got a good job and now were going to throw it all away. For you two?!? Or three.

“I know it sounds crazy but I want to go with the both of you… I'm pregnant I just found out this morning.”

“You are? I’m sure I'm the dad since I fucked you first” Taehyung put his hand over your stomach.

“I’m not sure.” you said lowly.

“Don’t worry about it… it doesn’t matter who the father is. We have to g right now all three of us before everything turns to shit… We can get you a new identity and job. We'll move to another place. I’ll be back I have to do one last thing”

“Alright then let's go and ok I’ll wait here.” You said with no hesitation Taehyung was taken aback by how quickly you were willing to run off with him and start a new life. Taehyung should have known you would. You are carrying his child now.

Jungkook busted through the doors soon after in a panic. “Let’s go, we have to go right now.” The three of you rushed out of the hospital and got into Jungkook’s pickup truck which was loaded with lots of boxes. The three of you got in the truck with you seated in the middle.

“Well Jungkook, we have to fill you in on some things.”

“What things ? Jungkook kept his eyes on the road driving.

“Y/N is pregnant.”

“Oh really? Well then it's good we're on our way out.”

“Yeah, she's pregnant with our baby.” your heart fluttered at Taehyung’s words ‘our baby’ yours, Taehyung, and Jungkook’s baby together. The three of you would be a family, well the four of you counting the baby.

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…did I also forget to mention it was originally planned that ATG! Jimin had an impreg kink?

I’ll just let that simmer ☺️💜

#all that glitters #scrapped fic ideas #what if

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Can we read a Jimin one shot with an impreg kink?

yk if i would've seen this before today, i would've told you abt how babies and pregnancies and the related prospects make my head hurt, which is why i don't like impreg link all that much - BUT! set me free pt. 2 has changed many things for me 😵‍💫

soooo, mayhaps will do this for you in the near future, anon! 🥹

#c: ask #anon #everything's abt smf 2 today 🫶

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Seokjin is DEFINITELY into choking (and basically admitted to it), Yoongi I see being into petplay, Hobi maybe bdsm, Namjoon gives off daddy vibes so that's a kink too, Jimin is into praise, Taehyung maybe roleplay, and Jungkook perhaps strength

As for packing, Namjoon and Taehyung definitely have something going on up down there. As for girth, I think out main contenders could be Yoongi, Jin, and maybe JK.

I stand by my statement that Jin has a food kink. Most definitely. No other thoughts, thank you. Yoongi is a sadist, but I could see petplay. Hobi I could see being into bondage and blindfolding. Joon has literally said that he’s into daddy/babygirl, so🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ Jimin I could see praise, and maybe some control bc of his height. Tae def has an impreg kink, no other thoughts. JK would be into man handling.

Joon and Tae are definitely both packing, no cap. Very thick, probably 5.5 inches for both. Joon is probably a *little* longer, so maybe 6/6.5, and Tae is about 6 inches. For girth, Yoongi is average length, but thin. He legit has a problem with being overly thin. So, thin (maybe 4 inches) and about 5/5.5 in length. Jin is tall, so probably long (5.5/6) and thin, as well. JK is tall, so I think long (5.5/6) and thick (5/5.5)

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My Heart's Home (m) | pjm | nineteen [fin]

🐴Chapter summary: Your sister and Jungkook arrives home from their honeymoon with exciting news. You and Jimin just can’t wait to marry each other, and when you finally get to, it’s like your soul has come home.

🐴Chapter title: Home

🐴Pairings: jimin x reader (main), jungkook x reader (only happens once in the first chapter), jungkook x OC (jessi), namjoon x OC (jessi), yoongi x hoseok, namjoon x oc, seokjin x oc, taehyung x oc

🐴Characters: female reader (isn’t mentioned by name and no “y/n”), Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and four female original characters.

🐴Genre/AU: ranch!au, slice of life!au, soulmate!au, cowboy!au + smut, humor, fluff, romance, slow burn and angst

🐴Rating: mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!

🐴Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

🐴Chapter warnings: can you hear the wedding bells???? 💒 there’s fluff, so much kissing, so much love, explicit smut in the form of unprotected sex (slight impreg kink), oral (female and male), hair pulling, use of a degrading name (he calls her nasty a few times, but that’s it), dirty/sweet talk, praise kink, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, biting, exhibitionism (it’s not MC and Jimin this time, lol), there’s also a pregnancy. The smut is just nasty and dirty, but also very sweet and intimate (a lot of bodily fluids 🫣).

🐴Status: completed (the epilogue is in the works!)

🐴Word count: 18.2k (I’m so sorry, I got very emotional 😭)

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🐴Now playing 💿 “My Heart’s Home (Drover’s Run)” by Rebecca Lavelle. [Wanna listen to the serie’s playlist?]

🐴Author’s note: wow. Okay 😭 I feel very emotional with this chapter. It’s a chapter that I have looked forward to writing for many months, since I outlined the whole story, and it’s sweet, it’s cute, it’s romantic!!!! Don’t come @ me, this is a romance story at its core 😭 I just feel sad that it’s ending now, because I truly love these characters so much and it has been so much fun putting them (and you, sorry) through hell and back. These characters will always have a special place in my heart, it’s sorta like with my characters from ‘Friendcation’ 🥹 Anyway, I’m rambling again— I just wanted to take some time to thank each and every one of you, both here on tumblr and on AO3. So many people, regulars even, have commented and engaged with me and this story and fucking shit, it makes me cry with happiness that some people actually like or even love this story 😭 I honestly never thought anyone would, when I outlined it, so it makes me so happy that someone out there loves this like I do. Thank you. Truly. I don’t have enough words to express how grateful I am to you 💖 This is actually the last ‘official’ chapter, so this is actually the end of the story. I’m going to write an extra chapter for you guys— chapter 20, but it will be an epilogue/Q&A thing where you can read what happens with the characters in like a year after the story has ended. There will also be answers to some of the questions you’ve sent in over time, so please look forward to it when it comes out some time soon 🫰

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“The eyes of a childSee a long long waySee the future see the pastThey see everything first and last I was that childWho rode these hillsIn my dreams I see the starsIn my dreams I always will Ride these hillsSee in the morningI’ll hear the rain on the shedBut other stars and other sunsets will hang above my headThere will be different places different peopleBut I’ll still be the same” ‘My Heart’s Home (Drover’s Run)’ by Rebecca Lavelle

Jungkook’s black truck remains absent from the yard for two long weeks, and anticipation builds within you for his return alongside your sister from their honeymoon. The longing to reunite with them intensifies with each passing day, driven by a dual desire: one, the longing for their presence, and the other, an eagerness to share your plans to move in with Jimin, a significant step forward in your life that you’re bursting to reveal to them both.

As you gaze out of the living room windows, the glow of the television casting flickering shadows across the room, the familiar roar of an engine reaches your ears, a sound that ignites a spark of excitement within you. With a surge of anticipation, you leap up from the couch, the rhythm of your heartbeat quickening with a mixture of affection and giddiness at the thought of their imminent arrival.

“Jimin, they’re finally back!” Your voice rings out, echoing through the house as you dash through its corridors and burst out into the yard, your excitement palpable in every step. Behind you, Jimin trails closely, his presence adding to the anticipation as he follows from the kitchen, eager to join in the long-awaited reunion.

With an almost reckless abandon, you swing the door open, the anticipation too overwhelming to contain. You and Jimin rush outside, your steps quickening with each heartbeat, until your eyes land on the driveway, where, as expected, the familiar silhouette of the black truck awaits, a beacon of their return and the promise of reconnection.

You’re overcome with a childlike excitement, your heart racing with anticipation akin to a kid on Christmas morning, as you eagerly watch the truck draw nearer, each moment filled with the promise of joy and reunion. Your eyes lock onto the familiar sight of it parking next to Jimin’s blue truck.

With bated breath and a heart brimming with anticipation, you eagerly observe as the truck’s engine fades into silence, and the doors swing open, revealing the figures you’ve been yearning to see: your sister and Jungkook.

Every second is precious as you dash towards your sister, your steps propelled by a surge of longing and affection. You collide with her in a heartfelt embrace, the warmth of reunion enveloping you both as you murmur, “I missed you,” the words laden with the weight of your longing and love.

“Hi,” your sister’s voice emerges slightly strained by the force of your hug, yet filled with the warmth of genuine affection. As you envelop her in your embrace, you draw her closer, reveling in the familiarity of her natural scent, a comforting reminder of the bond that binds you together.

Jungkook stands beside her, his face radiating joy as he juggles two bags, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. After exchanging warm greetings with your sister, you turn your attention to him, enveloping him in a tight embrace, the warmth of your reunion filling the air with a palpable sense of belonging.

Jimin joins you, stepping up beside you with a warm smile as he extends his greetings to your sister and his brother, his smile genuine and welcoming, mirroring the happiness that fills the air.

“Did you have an amazing honeymoon?” You inquire, granting them a moment of privacy as you observe their radiant faces. The subtle sun-kissed glow on their skin sparks curiosity within you, prompting thoughts of the exotic destinations they might have explored during their time away.

“It was so wonderful,” your sister shares, her smile radiant as she recalls their time away. Her eyes sparkle with the memories of relaxation and adventure.

Jungkook releases one of the bags and sweeps a hand through his tousled black hair, a contented smile gracing his lips. “It truly was,” he affirms, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia as he reminisces about the cherished moments shared with your sister.

“Where did you go?” Your curiosity brims over, unable to contain your eagerness any longer as you hang on the edge of anticipation, craving to unravel the mystery of their honeymoon destination.

“We traveled to a tropical island,” your sister reveals, her voice laced with a soft smile that speaks volumes of the cherished moments they shared. In the glint of her eyes, you catch a glimpse of the love and sweet memories woven into every moment of their adventure.

“That sounds so lovely. You can tell us more about it inside, Jimin has made breakfast,” you exclaim with a warm smile, nodding towards the house where Jimin has prepared a meal. With a shared sense of excitement, you and Jimin assist them with their luggage, eagerly ushering them back into the cozy embrace of home.

Inside, you carefully set their bags down in the hallway before kicking off your boots, the anticipation of the delicious breakfast Jimin prepared propelling you into the kitchen. Together, you assist each other in carrying the aromatic dishes to the dining room, where you swiftly set the table and pull out chairs, eager to indulge in the meal. As you all settle in and begin to eat, a serene silence envelops the room, broken only by the rhythmic clinking of utensils against plates.

As you steal glances at Jimin, your heart swells with affection, his presence a constant source of comfort and joy. Turning your gaze to your sister and Jungkook, their happiness radiates, igniting a flutter in your chest as you bask in the warmth of their contentment, a tangible reminder of the bonds that bind you all together.

“I’m dying to know, what were your favorite island adventures? Just spare me the details about how much you fucked,” you jest with a chuckle, pushing your empty plate aside. As you watch them, grinning like lovesick fools, you can’t help but feel a pang of envy mixed with genuine happiness for their shared bliss.

“We mainly just relaxed on the beach, and Kookie ate a lot of food,” your sister laughs, her joy infectious as her smile reaches all the way to her eyes, reflecting the carefree happiness of their tropical escape.

“We also went swimming in crystal clear water and hiked in nature, but that’s about it,”Jungkook chimes in with a grin, punctuating his words with a refreshing sip of water. His smile holds a trace of the exhilaration experienced amidst nature’s embrace.

“How have you guys been? Was it easy to manage both ranches?” Your sister’s voice brims with genuine curiosity and delight, her eagerness to catch up evident in the lilt of her tone.

“Yeah, it was manageable, especially with all the support we had,” you affirm with a nod. “But there’s something important we’ve been meaning to discuss with you,” you continue, your gaze drifting to the table below as a hint of nervousness tingles through your veins. It's a strange sensation, considering your eagerness to share the news and hear their thoughts on the matter, as well as their own plans for the future.

Your sister’s initial surprise doesn’t go unnoticed, but before she can voice her thoughts, you interject gently, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad.” With a reassuring smile, you gather your courage to continue, “Jimin and I have been talking, and we’ve decided that we want to take the next step in our relationship. We want to move in together, right here, at Bell Ranch.”

Your heart races in anticipation as you lock eyes with both Jungkook and your sister, the weight of your announcement settling heavily in the air. Sensing your nerves, Jimin’s hand seeks yours, offering a reassuring squeeze that anchors you in the moment, a silent reminder of his unwavering support and love.

Both Jungkook and your sister share a knowing chuckle, their eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and playful mischief, as if they’ve already anticipated this moment and are delighted by your decision.

“That sounds amazing. You should absolutely go for it,” Jungkook beams, his voice laced with genuine happiness. “In fact, we’ve been meaning to discuss something similar with you,” he reveals, his words tinged with excitement.

You raise a quizzical eyebrow, your curiosity piqued by Jungkook’s cryptic statement.

Your sister leans closer to Jungkook, their connection palpable as she intertwines her fingers with his over the table, a radiant smile gracing her lips. “We’ve been thinking about it for a while,” she reveals, her voice filled with excitement. “We want to take the next step too, move in together. At Bora Ranch.”

Laughter erupts around the table, filling the room with infectious joy until tears well up in your eyes—tears of pure, unadulterated happiness that overflow with the overwhelming love that you feel in your chest.

“That’s absolutely perfect,” Jimin’s smile widens, his touch gentle as he runs his fingers tenderly over your arm, his eyes alight with a warmth that mirrors the sentiment shared among all of you.

“We just need to move our stuff then,” you say with a smile, turning to Jimin and pressing a kiss to his lips. The news of your sister and Jungkook’s plans fills you with a sense of relief, especially since Bora Ranch no longer feels like home, not after the fire. In that moment, as you embrace Jimin, you realize where exactly home is for you, and honestly you’ve known for a while now, and it’s not a place—it’s wherever he is.

“Absolutely, let’s make it happen in the next couple of days,” your sister exclaims with a radiant smile, enveloping Jungkook in a tight embrace as if to solidify their excitement and determination.

“Let’s make it a team effort,” you suggest with a warm smile, leaning your head against Jimin’s shoulder for support. The idea of everyone pitching in to help each other move fills you with a sense of love and familiarity.

A brief, serene moment hangs in the air as you all bask in the warmth of love and excitement. However, as your sister and Jungkook exchange hesitant glances, a sense of anticipation hangs in the air, as though they are on the brink of revealing something significant yet are unsure of how to broach the topic.

“What’s on your minds?” You inquire, a note of concern creeping into your voice as their prolonged silence becomes increasingly conspicuous. Their lingering gazes, fraught with unspoken tension, only serve to heighten your curiosity, compelling you to seek answers to the unspoken questions hanging in the air.

Your sister straightens her posture, a flicker of nervousness dancing in her eyes, though they still sparkle with underlying happiness. Meanwhile, Jungkook’s smile broadens, his eyes shimmering with affection as he tenderly squeezes your sister’s hand.

Your sister draws in a deep, steadying breath, her smile revealing a mix of nervousness and unbridled joy. “Here’s the thing,” she begins, her voice quivering with anticipation. “You’re about to become an uncle and aunt,” she announces, the words tinged with the excitement of impending parenthood, setting the room abuzz with anticipation and elation.

Your eyes widen in realization, the weight of your sister’s words sinking in as your heart swells with overwhelming love. Emotions surge within you, threatening to spill over as tears well up once more, their intensity hitting you with a heavy force. Glancing at Jimin, you find his expression mirroring your own astonishment, his happiness palpable as he shares in the joyous revelation.

Your voice trembles, tears pooling in your eyes as you lean forward over the table, barely able to contain the flood of emotions welling up inside you. “Are you... pregnant?” You manage to whisper, the words laden with anticipation and a surge of overwhelming emotion.

Jungkook’s grin stretches so fucking wide, you fear his face might split in two, his infectious joy radiating throughout the room. Your sister nods, her smile beaming with happiness, though her eyes glisten with tears yet to fall.

“I am,” she confirms, her voice ringing with both certainty and a hint of wonder, as if she’s still coming to terms with the beautiful reality of impending motherhood.

Jimin envelops you in a tight embrace, his arms a comforting sanctuary as tears cascade down your cheeks, each drop a testament to the overwhelming rush of emotions coursing through you. The damp trails mark your shirt, but in this moment, you couldn’t care less about the stains. Amidst the tears, you’re consumed by an indescribable sense of happiness and boundless love, knowing that you’re surrounded by those who cherish you unconditionally.

“No, why are you crying?” Your sister asks, her voice catching with emotion, tears mirroring your own as they trickle down her cheeks.

“I’m just overwhelmed with happiness for you guys, congratulations,” you beam, feeling a swell of joyous emotions engulfing your chest. “These tears are pure happiness,” you add, your smile radiant and genuine, as you revel in the shared joy and anticipation of the precious new life joining your family.

Jimin’s embrace tightens, his affection palpable as he presses a tender kiss to your cheek, his silent gesture speaking volumes of his love and support in this moment of shared happiness.

“We found out during our honeymoon, and we just couldn’t wait to tell you,” Jungkook’s voice brims with pride and happiness, his words resonating with the excitement of this newfound journey into parenthood.

“I couldn’t be happier for you both, congratulations,” Jimin’s voice quivers with emotion, mirroring the heartfelt sentiment that permeates the room. In this moment, it’s evident that the overwhelming flood of happiness is shared by all, binding you together in celebration of this joyous news.

You nestle closer into Jimin’s embrace, thoughts swirling in your mind like autumn leaves in the wind. You’re aware of his desire for children, a notion that’s taken root in your own heart, especially after everything with Deiji. The idea of parenthood with Jimin fills you with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. You want to witness him step into the role of fatherhood, yet you grapple with your own insecurities about becoming a mother.

Despite these apprehensions, you sense a growing readiness within yourself, a quiet confidence that whispers of your eventual readiness for motherhood when the time is right. And now, with the news of your impending aunt-hood, you’re struck with the realization that this journey alongside your sister’s impending motherhood might just serve as the perfect trial run.

Though the child won’t be your own, you’re eager to observe, to support, and to glean insight into the complexities of parenthood. It’s a chance to test the waters, to discover if children truly fit into the tapestry of your future dreams and aspirations.

“I’m going to be an aunt,” you announce proudly, your voice catching with tears and overwhelming emotion. Jimin enfolds you in his embrace again, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the whirlwind of feelings. With each reassuring squeeze, he reminds you of the unwavering support and love he always provides, grounding you in his steadfast embrace.

“This thing’s a beast!” Yoongi grunts, his voice strained with exertion as he joins Jungkook in lifting the hefty dresser from his room.

As they maneuver the bulky dresser down the stairs, Jungkook’s laughter fills the air, a lighthearted counterpoint to the laborious task at hand. While the rest of you have pitched in by packing his belongings, your sister watches eagerly, her desire to help palpable. However, Jungkook remains adamant, refusing to let her lift even a finger, his protectiveness extending to the safety of their unborn child. You can’t suppress a chuckle at the sight, finding it both endearing and slightly excessive given her early stage of pregnancy. You wonder if Jungkook will extend his cautious approach to other activities, maybe even her beloved horseback riding.

In no time, you’ve managed to load Jungkook’s belongings onto the trucks and horse trailer. As you survey the now empty room, save for his bed, a pang of nostalgia washes over you. The stripped-down space feels oddly unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the warmth and personality it once exuded.

With the trailer securely locked, you step outside, relishing the fresh air after the exertion of heavy lifting. Taehyung’s smile beams at the group.

“Now that Jungkook is moving out, can I get his room?” Taehyung’s inquiry is met with a wide grin, his eyes alight with anticipation as he eagerly awaits your and Jimin’s response.

“Do you really want to sleep in that bed? You know they’ve had sex on it a lot,” Jimin jests, a playful grin dancing across his lips. Jungkook simply shrugs, his own smile acknowledging the undeniable truth in his brother’s jest.

Taehyung groans audibly, his frustration evident in the tone as if he’s contemplating a drastic measure like clawing his own eyes out. “I know,” he concedes, his voice laced with determination. “But trust me, once I’m through with it, that bed will be practically brand new. Fresh sheets and a thorough deep clean— it’ll be like sleeping on a cloud.”

A chuckle escapes you involuntarily. Taehyung’s innocence is endearing, prompting a gentle giggle to bubble forth. “I don’t mind you living with us,” you admit with a warm smile. “But the final say rests with Jimin,” you tease lightly, casting a playful glance in Jimin’s direction.

Turning to Jimin with an eager glint in his eyes, Taehyung poses the question, “Can I live with you guys?”

Jimin’s grin widens, radiating warmth as he responds, “Sure. As long as you don’t mind the occasional noises.”

Taehyung emits another groan, his tone tinged with humor. “As long as I’m not witnessing any reenactments of last time, I’m all in,” he quips with a playful eye roll.

Jungkook halts abruptly, his hand hovering over the truck door handle, his curiosity piqued. He strides over to you with purpose, his expression a mix of confusion and intrigue. “What’s this about reenactments?” He inquires, his gaze flickering between you and Taehyung.

Your sister sidles up beside you, her curiosity evident, and you can’t help but offer a subtle eye roll, already anticipating the impending discussion with a mix of reluctance and amusement.

“Yoongi and I walked in on them doing it on the couch,” Taehyung utters with a deep groan, his hand instinctively covering his eyes as if attempting to shield himself from the memory once more.

Jungkook erupts into laughter, giving Taehyung an affectionate pat on the back. “I’m sorry, but let’s face it, we’re all a bit... horny around here. Can’t say you should be too surprised to catch an eyeful or an earful now and then,” he quips with a grin, breaking the tension with humor.

Taehyung lets out an exasperated huff. “I still believe intimacy should stay behind closed doors. You guys are some serious exhibitionists,” he retorts, shaking his head in disbelief.

Laughter erupts among the group, but amidst the mirth, Taehyung’s observation strikes a chord. While you don’t relish being watched, there’s a truth to his words. You and Jimin have a knack for choosing semi-public settings, a fact you’re now forced to confront.

As you pile into the trucks and embark on the journey to Bora Ranch with Jungkook’s furniture in tow, the anticipation of a new chapter fills the air. Upon arrival, a collaborative effort ensues as everyone pitches in to unload his belongings. Once completed, it’s your turn to pack your own possessions for the move.

As you gather your belongings, you find yourself with mostly pre-packed bags and suitcases filled with clothes and the few remnants of decor salvaged after the fire. Among them are the cherished photos Jimin gave you, snapshots of your childhood that hold precious memories. Opting to leave your bed behind, you realize it’s a symbolic gesture as you prepare to share Jimin’s bed permanently, marking a new chapter in your lives together.

“She doesn’t have as much stuff as Jungkook,” Taehyung remarks, gesturing toward your modest collection of bags. It’s true; compared to Jungkook’s substantial furniture, your belongings seem minimal. But within those bags lie not just clothes and essentials, but memories and hopes for the future, making them weightier than they appear.

“I’ve been thinking,” you start, sweeping your hand around the room, still filled with furniture you got after the fire, “and I don’t feel any connection to this new stuff. It’s like it’s just here, not really a part of me. I’d rather start fresh with Jimin, with pieces that mean something to both of us.”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung says, his tone tinged with understanding, though you’re not sure why he’s apologizing. Maybe it’s just the acknowledgment that things have shifted, that change is inevitable. Like the seasons, feelings change with time, and you’ve come to accept it. This ranch will always hold a special place in your heart, it’s the first place you called home, but you’re eager to forge a new path with Jimin— to create a home that’s uniquely yours.

“It’s okay. I’m excited about living with Jimin, and now having you as a roommate,” you say warmly, enveloping Taehyung in a hug, a genuine smile playing on your lips.

“I gotta ask you something. You’re not a screamer, are you?” He asks, a hint of apprehension in his voice, his expression betraying his worry.

You chuckle, teasingly responding, “Well, I guess you’ll have to find out, won’t you?”

He groans dramatically, adding, “I might reconsider moving in and just staying in the guest cottage.”

Jimin’s laughter fills the room as he playfully adds, “That’s up to you.”

As you descend with your bags, Hoseok and Yoongi join in, shouldering your easel and paintings, a colorful procession of creativity weaving its way to the waiting trucks.

“Do you paint?” Taehyung asks, his curiosity piqued as he catches sight of your easel being carefully loaded into the truck.

“Yeah, it’s my work,” you respond with a proud laugh, a touch of confidence in your voice. The smile on your face reflects the satisfaction and joy you find in your art.

“Wow, that’s amazing! I had no idea,” Taehyung exclaims, his enthusiasm clear as he grins at you. “We’ll definitely have to chat more about it—I’d love some tips! Painting’s a passion of mine too.” His excitement is infectious, prompting you to smile back and nod in agreement, already imagining the creative conversations and shared insights to come.

“I’m going to fetch Mikrokosmos,” you announce with a smile, making your way to the stables to retrieve your horse. As you greet her in her stall, she nuzzles you affectionately, sensing the journey ahead. You lead her out with her halter, guiding her down the yard toward the waiting horse trailer. Mikrokosmos steps in without hesitation, a testament to her trust in you. You secure her safely with a quick safety knot on her halter, ensuring she’s comfortable for the ride.

Once again, you all pile into the trucks and make your way back to Bell Ranch with your belongings in tow. The journey is filled with a sense of camaraderie, and upon arrival, your friends and family pitch in to help you unload.

You carefully guide Mikrokosmos out of the trailer and lead her into one of the paddocks next to the stables. Once inside, you release her, watching as she eagerly trots away, basking in the freedom of the open space.

As you take in the serene scene, you catch sight of Yoongi and Hoseok making their way inside to grab some cold beers. As the work wraps up, the sky is painted with hues of twilight, and the sun dips below the horizon.

Jimin, ever the gracious host, fires up the grill, the sizzle of the barbecue adding to the evening’s ambiance. The inviting aroma of grilling food wafts through the air, promising a satisfying meal to cap off the day. The scene feels like the perfect conclusion to a day of teamwork and togetherness, as you all prepare to share a delicious dinner under the night sky.

Jungkook joins his brother at the grill, their teamwork evident as they skillfully tend to the sizzling meat and vibrant grilled vegetables. When you return to the porch, the savory aroma envelops you, the smoky scent of the food teasing your senses and making your mouth water in anticipation of the feast to come.

Jimin sets a relaxing ambiance by playing soft music on the speakers, the melodic tunes complementing the twinkling stars overhead. This serene setting envelops you in a sense of comfort, surrounded by love and the warmth of friendship and family. As Jimin serves everyone food, you settle in to eat, savoring the delicious meal while sipping on a cold beer and refreshing water.

Yoongi breaks the serene silence with a knowing smile and a playful glint in his eyes, asking, “So, how’s married life treating you?”

Jungkook chuckles, a playful tone in his voice. “It’s pretty much like ‘regular’ life,” he remarks, using air quotes and a lighthearted grin to convey the experience of married life.

“But we love it,” your sister adds, her voice brimming with happiness and love, the warmth of her sentiment echoing in the glow of her smile.

A smile tugs at your lips as you imagine the day you’ll marry Jimin, the thought filling you with a rush of anticipation and warmth. You turn your head towards him and lean into his embrace, finding comfort in his steady presence. As you rest your head against his strong shoulder, you share a tender smile with him, a silent promise of the beautiful future you both envision together.

Resting your head on Jimin’s shoulder, you watch as your friends and family chat about everything under the sun. Occasionally, you join in, but you mostly listen, soaking up the joy and familiarity that fills the air. The comforting blend of Jimin’s musky scent surrounds you like a warm embrace, filling you with love and serenity. The gentle rhythm of his heartbeat against your body harmonizes with your own, the two of you perfectly in sync, a quiet yet powerful reminder of your deep love.

For a moment, you close your eyes and let yourself truly savor this idyllic scene with your friends and family, the sounds of laughter and conversation swirling around you. As you bask in the warmth of this perfect moment, a profound realization washes over you: you’ve been granted everything you once dreamed of. The rift with your sister has healed, something you once thought impossible. You’ve rekindled your relationship with your childhood friend and crush, and soon you will marry him. The sheer serendipity of it all feels almost surreal as you reflect on how life has brought you full circle.

In the two years since your return, your journey has been marked by a whirlwind of experiences—mistakes, challenges, and triumphs. Each one has played a vital role in molding you into the person you’ve become. These moments of growth have paved the way for your present strength and resilience.

The infectious laughter of those around you envelops your ears, amplifying the love and warmth that fills the air. This moment holds a unique magic, one that you can’t quite put your finger on but know instinctively is special. It’s your first official day living with your fiancé, and as each day passes, you draw closer to the dream of calling him your husband. The anticipation of the future mingles with the beauty of the present, creating a moment you’ll cherish forever.

You eagerly anticipate the day you’ll exchange vows and begin your life as a married couple. The thought of your wedding day fills you with joy and excitement, knowing that it will mark the start of a beautiful, lifelong journey together.

Jimin guides the truck to a stop in front of the jewelry store, silencing the engine with a twist of the key. The building’s polished windows reflect the bright sunlight, hinting at the treasures inside as the two of you prepare for a special moment in your lives.

“Is this where you got my engagement ring?” you ask Jimin, glancing at the golden band with its stunning purple gemstone on your finger. You lift your gaze to him, your heart racing with anticipation as you smile, cherishing the beautiful memory of how he proposed to you in the muddy rain.

“Yes, I did,” he confirms with a soft smile. “And I have a feeling we’ll find the perfect wedding bands here too.” Leaning across the center console, he gently cups your face and pulls you in for a deep, sweet kiss that fills you with warmth, his affection radiating through every touch.

You savor the touch of his soft lips on yours, the way they fit perfectly against yours, as if you were made for each other.

“Come, love,” he murmurs, pulling back with a lingering smile. He opens the door and steps out, waiting for you as you follow suit.

Outside, Jimin takes your hand in his, the warmth of his touch sending a rush of affection through you. Together, you walk toward the store’s entrance, feeling a sense of anticipation. Jimin opens the door for you, the soft chime of the bell welcoming you into the world of sparkling jewels and possibilities.

Your eyes are met with an array of displays, each one showcasing exquisite jewelry in various metals and vibrant gemstones. The dazzling assortment leaves you momentarily unsure where to focus your attention. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sheer variety, you turn to Jimin, trusting his experience with the store to guide you through the selection process.

A woman elegantly dressed in a black pencil skirt and crisp white blouse approaches you with a welcoming smile. “Hi, how can I help you?” She asks, her gaze briefly resting on your intertwined hands. As she meets both of your eyes, her expression lights up with recognition. “You’ve returned!” She exclaims, her gaze lingering on Jimin's face as a hint of familiarity crosses her features.

You offer a hesitant smile, the sense of familiarity between the woman and Jimin making you feel slightly nervous. Jimin, however, greets her with a friendly smile and a nod, acknowledging the recognition.

The woman glances at you with a knowing smile. “I take it she said yes, and she loves the ring?” she asks, her gaze settling on you as she sees the engagement ring on your finger.

You smile and nod, acknowledging the woman’s question. The conversation feels a bit strange, being discussed as if you weren’t present. Despite this, you try to remain polite and gracious, eager to continue with the task at hand and find the perfect wedding bands.

With a gentle smile, she says, “Congratulations! Are you here to find the perfect wedding bands today?”

Both you and Jimin reply in unison, “Yeah!”

Your simultaneous response triggers a burst of laughter, easing the slight nervousness you felt as it dissipates into the air.

The woman guides you to a display filled with a stunning array of rings, predominantly wedding bands in various styles and materials. “These are our selections, and there are more on this display right here,” she explains, pointing to a neighboring case. “Take your time to browse and let me know if you see something you like,” she adds with a warm smile before stepping back to give you some privacy.

You both nod in acknowledgment, turning your attention to the two displays she indicated. The sheer variety of rings is a bit overwhelming, leaving you unsure of what you want—or what Jimin might like. Seeking his opinion, you turn to him and ask, “What do you like?”

Jimin offers you a warm smile as he surveys the selection. “I think something classic,” he muses, his gaze skimming over the array of rings. “Nothing too flashy, just something timeless that suits us both.”

You nod in agreement. “I think that’s the way to go—something classic and timeless.”

“Yes, I like that idea,” he agrees. Together, you browse the display of rings, taking in the classic gold bands, sleek silver options, and even some adorned with delicate stones. The variety offers a range of choices, each with its own unique appeal.

Your eyes catch on something that stands out—it’s not a traditional classic band, but there’s an intriguing charm to it. You point it out, intrigued. “What about this one?” You ask, indicating a wedding band with a unique design. The band blends classic and modern styles, featuring intertwined silver and gold in an elegant twist, creating a captivating visual effect.

“I know it’s not the traditional style, but there’s something so beautiful about it,” you say, your voice thick with love and affection as you admire the ring’s unique design.

“It’s beautiful—almost like a blend of classic and modern,” he says with a smile, squeezing your hand gently. “I really like it.”

“Do you think this is the one?” He asks, his eyes shining with anticipation. You nod enthusiastically, your smile beaming back at him.

“Yeah, I think that’s the one.”

You signal to the store lady, who promptly approaches and carefully removes the ring from the display. As she hands it to you, you turn it over in your hands, examining it closely. The smoothness of the metal and the intricate twist of silver and gold seem to encapsulate the unique blend of your relationship. This ring feels like a tangible symbol of the fusion of your love for each other, and its perfect balance fills you with certainty.

Jimin asks the store attendant with a gentle smile, “Would it be possible to have them engraved?”

She nods enthusiastically, a joyful smile lighting up her face. “Absolutely, what would you like engraved on them?” She asks, her excitement mirroring yours as you prepare to add a personal touch to your chosen rings.

“Our names and the date we first met as kids,” Jimin explains, writing down the details on a piece of paper—your names, the meaningful date, and your ring sizes—and handing it to the store lady.

The store attendant’s face lights up with a bright smile, her happiness evident as she absorbs the details. “That’s incredibly sweet,” she remarks, her voice filled with warmth. “Were you childhood friends?” Her eyes glisten with emotion, touched by the story of your enduring bond.

“Yes,” you both respond in unison, leaning into each other with smiles that reflect your history and deep affection.

“I love it,” she says, her voice brimming with warmth. “I’ll have the rings ready for you in a couple of weeks. I can ship them to you by mail if that’s alright?” She asks, her tone filled with genuine care for your special request.

“That’s perfect,” Jimin agrees with a nod and a warm smile. He completes the payment for the rings, and the two of you make your way back to his truck, holding hands and looking forward to the future together.

As he gazes at you with such intensity, you can feel the depth of his love, as though you are his entire world. It’s a moment that takes your breath away and leaves you with a profound sense of gratitude. The anticipation of marrying him swells within you, making your heart race with excitement for the future you will build together.

The door swings open abruptly, and Jungkook strides into the living room, momentarily disrupting your cozy evening with Jimin. You’re sprawled on the couch, sharing a relaxed moment while watching your favorite dating reality show, which the two of you often enjoy critiquing with playful banter.

You hear Jungkook’s groan and immediately shift your attention to him, taking in his furrowed brows and anguished expression. Concern washes over you as you watch him take a defeated seat next to Jimin, his body language revealing that something is weighing heavily on him. The lighthearted mood in the room shifts, and you brace yourself for what's coming next.

“What’s going on, Kook?” You ask, your voice laced with curiosity and a touch of apprehension. Jungkook’s defeated demeanor has you on edge, and you hope whatever is troubling him isn’t as serious as it seems.

Jungkook groans once more, sinking deeper into the couch with a look of exasperation. “It’s your sister,” he mutters, his tone heavy with frustration or concern.

At the mention of your sister, you flinch, an instant jolt of concern propelling you to move closer to Jungkook. Practically crawling over your fiancé to get a clearer view, you urgently ask, “Is everything alright? Did something happen?” The worry in your voice is undeniable as you brace yourself for his response.

Jimin lets out a grunt as you inadvertently put your hands and most of your weight on his thighs. He shifts beneath you, making room for you to get a better view of Jungkook while you’re practically sitting on him. Despite the sudden pressure, Jimin’s presence provides you with the stability and support you need as you focus on Jungkook with concern etched across your face.

Jungkook shakes his head, his expression a mix of frustration and amusement. “No, it’s nothing serious—just the pregnancy.”

Frustrated by Jungkook’s vague response, you reach out and grab his shirt, pulling him closer with a determined glint in your eyes. Your face inches away from his, you hiss, “If you don’t tell me what’s going on right now, I’ll make it so this will be the only child you ever have.”

Both Jimin and Jungkook recoil slightly at your intense threat, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Jungkook exhales a huff, his expression a mix of surprise and reluctant amusement. “Wow, that’s quite the threat,” he remarks, attempting to diffuse the tension. “I was going to tell you, just calm down.”

You roll your eyes in exasperation, releasing your grip on Jungkook’s shirt. As you settle back into your spot beside Jimin, you relax against him, resuming the comfortable lounging position you had been in before the interruption.

The moment of tension dissipates, but your curiosity about the situation remains.

“Talk,” you demand, the edge in your voice leaving no room for misinterpretation. The seriousness in your tone serves as a clear warning that Jungkook should tread carefully to avoid provoking your anger.

“Well, Jessi’s been dealing with nonstop nausea, and her mood swings are off the charts,” Jungkook begins with a frustrated groan. “One minute she’s furious, the next she’s in tears, and then suddenly she’s super emotional and wants to be intimate all the time. It’s a rollercoaster, and I’m struggling to keep up.”

You and Jimin both burst into laughter, relieved by Jungkook’s predicament and thankful that there was nothing seriously wrong. The shared humor lightens the mood, easing your earlier tension and allowing you to relax back into the couch, reassured by the knowledge that Jungkook’s concerns were more about the trials and tribulations of parenthood than any serious issue.

“She’s pregnant, Kook. Those things happen to some pregnant women,” you say with a shrug, your tone gentle as you offer some reassurance to Jungkook. Leaning into Jimin’s comforting touch, you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, finding solace in his embrace as you reflect on the challenges your sister is navigating.

“Maybe, but I’ve never seen her like this before,” Jungkook admits, a mix of concern and frustration coloring his voice. “She’s so emotional, and she seems so fragile when she’s usually so tough,” he adds with a sigh, grappling with the unexpected transformation of your sister.

“Just hang in there—only seven more months to go,” Jimin reassures Jungkook with a gentle pat on his back.

“You and Jessi will make it through this together.”

“So, is this your escape from her wrath?” You ask with a chuckle, a playful smile on your lips. Your teasing tone lightens the mood a bit.

Jungkook buries his face in his hands and lets out a groan. “Yeah,” he admits, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and resignation.

“She was crying because the dishwasher wouldn’t start,” Jungkook begins, and you can feel a flicker of anger at the thought that he might have left your sister in distress. But then he continues, “And when I tried to fix it, she got so mad at me and told me to leave.”

Jungkook appears slightly emotionally drained, and you can understand why. Your sister has always been a strong-willed, independent person with a quick temper—traits that pregnancy may have intensified. You can’t help but feel relief that you don’t live with her anymore, though you sympathize with Jungkook’s predicament.

“I’m sorry,” you say, trying to balance humor with understanding. “But I’m pretty sure she didn’t mean for you to actually leave the property.” You let out a soft, empathetic laugh, your voice tinged with melancholy. “Why not head back and give her a hug? It might be just what she needs right now.”

Jungkook nods in agreement and rises from the couch. “You’re probably right,” he concedes with a resigned sigh. “I’ll head back and apologize.”

“Catch you later, Kook,” you and Jimin chime in unison, exchanging a playful glance. You gaze up at Jimin’s face as you rest against his shoulder, tracing the familiar patterns of his cute moles with your eyes and feeling a warm sense of comfort.

“Do you think I’ll be like that too when I’m pregnant?” You ask Jimin, your question hanging in the air between you. You can feel his heart rate quicken, a sign of his sudden nervousness or excitement at the thought. He shifts slightly, turning his head toward you and pulling you gently away from his body to meet your gaze. His eyes lock onto yours with a tenderness that speaks volumes, as if searching for the right words to offer reassurance or express his own thoughts about the possibility of starting a family together.

“When you get pregnant?” Jimin echoes your question, a hint of uncertainty coloring his voice. His curious gaze locks onto yours, as though he’s trying to grasp the full meaning of your words. His expression suggests he’s unsure whether he heard you correctly, leaving you with a sense of anticipation for his reaction.

You bite your lip and give a nod, confirming his question, “Yeah.”

“You want to have kids with me?” Jimin rephrases the question, his wide eyes shimmering with the hint of tears. His joy is palpable, his beaming smile nearly breaking free as he processes the profoundness of your admission.

“Yeah, I told you before. I’ve been thinking about it more. I want to have kids with you,” you say, your smile soft and sincere as you cup his face with your hand. “A little one with your beautiful eyes, your full lips, and those adorable cheeks,” you add, your voice filled with affection. “And they’ll inherit my amazing personality too,” you tease playfully, imagining the perfect blend of your best traits in your future child.

Jimin begins to sob, tears streaming down his face as he struggles to steady his uneven breathing. Your heart aches seeing his emotional response, and you gently wipe away his tears with a comforting touch. “It’s okay, love,” you soothe, your voice soft and reassuring, offering him a sense of calm and safety as he processes the moment.

“I’m just so happy,” Jimin says, his voice breaking as he chokes back tears. “To know that you truly want kids... I was never sure if it was something you really wanted or if you were just saying it to make me happy. I would never want you to feel pressured into this, you know that, right?” His eyes glisten with a mixture of love and happiness, reflecting the depth of his emotions.

You nestle closer to Jimin, kissing him deeply as you whisper, “Oh, Jimin, don’t worry. The thought of having kids with you fills me with so much love. Just imagining a little one with your beautiful eyes and infectious smile running around lights up my world.” As your lips meet his, you savor the connection, even tasting his salty tears. In this moment, your love for him overwhelms you, making everything else fade into the background.

“I’ll go find Tae and let him know dinner’s ready,” you announce to Jimin, Yoongi, and Hoseok, who are already settled at the dining table enjoying their meals.

You step outside, heading down the yard towards the stables where the light still glows, suggesting Taehyung might be there. It’s the most likely spot to find him, and as you walk, the evening’s cool breeze adds a calming touch to your purposeful stride. The stables, with their comforting familiarity, seem like the perfect place to begin your search.

As you step inside the stables, you’re met with an unexpected chorus of grunts, moans, and heavy breathing. The sudden sounds catch you off guard, causing your body to freeze in place. A blush quickly creeps up your cheeks, spreading to your ears as you process the intimate noises.

You grapple with the shock, as your heart races, realizing you’ve just walked in on an intimate moment. It’s a strange mix of embarrassment and disbelief, feeling like an uninvited guest in a private scene. Then it hits you—the irony of their choice to be so bold in such a public setting like the stables.

Despite the initial shock, you decide to proceed further into the stables, taking careful, deliberate steps down the aisle. You make sure to create noticeable sounds with your movements, whether by deliberately stepping harder or shuffling items along the way. This way, you aim to signal your presence and give whoever is there a chance to respond or adjust to your unexpected arrival.

“Tae?” You call out into the room, your voice echoing through the stables. Almost immediately, you hear the sound of shuffling, followed by grunts and the soft murmur of curses.

“What?” Taehyung grunts from where he’s hidden among the hay. The sound of his voice elicits a mischievous smile from you as you imagine the flustered scene you might have interrupted.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Ara’s voice reaches you, carrying a note of embarrassment and guilt. You sense her distress, but you take it in stride, not overly concerned by the situation.

“I just wanted to let you know that dinner’s ready,” you announce in a matter-of-fact tone as you turn to leave. “Come down whenever you two are finished.”

You can’t help but chuckle, the irony of the moment not lost on you. “You really are a hypocrite, Tae.”

As you hear more shuffling and rumbling noises behind you, you can’t help but shake your head and close the stable doors with a sense of amusement. The absurdity of the moment strikes you, and you laugh so hard that your stomach begins to ache from the intensity of your laughter.

“It’s been ages since we went for a ride just for fun,” you say with a smile as you and Yoongi trot through the lush green landscape. The freedom and simplicity of the moment bring a sense of nostalgia and joy, reminding you both of the simple pleasures that life offers.

Yoongi chuckles, a rare glint of lightness in his eyes. “Yeah, it’s a nice change of pace,” he says, his tone carrying a hint of appreciation for the moment.

You urge your horses into a gallop, with Yoongi on Holly and you on Mikrokosmos, the rush of speed and the exhilaration of freedom washing over you. The wind plays with your hair as you give the horses free rein, allowing them to kick up dirt and race to their heart's content. This moment of wild abandon brings a thrill that makes your heart soar and brings you closer to the essence of being alive.

You’ll never tire of this feeling—the sensation of flying and floating as you ride your horse through the open air. The caress of the wind on your face as you gallop through nature is an experience unlike any other, a rush of freedom and exhilaration. Even though you don’t currently need healing, the simple act of horseback riding has always been a source of peace and rejuvenation for you. It’s a therapy that soothes your soul and brings you back to your center.

You and Yoongi ride for a long while, enjoying the tranquility of the journey, until you approach the edge of a dense forest. Together, you guide your horses to a halt, stepping down and allowing them to graze on the lush green grass around you.

As you take a seat on the soft grass, the serene surroundings envelop you. The shade of the forest offers respite from the sun, and the sounds of nature—rustling leaves and distant bird calls—create a calming backdrop. It’s a moment of perfect harmony with the natural world, a peaceful interlude where you can fully absorb the beauty and stillness of your surroundings.

You settle down next to Yoongi, and you take a moment to savor the quiet companionship you share. The simplicity of your friendship brings you a deep sense of contentment, and you can’t help but feel immense gratitude for the day you met him. His presence is a constant source of comfort, and you appreciate the easy friendship and understanding you both share.

For a moment, you exchange a knowing look with Yoongi, a silent understanding passing between you. There’s no need for words—you both feel the same deep sense of appreciation for this quiet companionship. You cherish how you can simply be in each other’s company, enveloped in the serene embrace of nature, without the need for constant conversation. The unspoken bond you share is a rare and beautiful thing, a testament to the strength of your friendship.

Yoongi suddenly turns to you, his expression a mix of anticipation and nervousness. “I’m going to ask Hobi to marry me,” he confides, his voice carrying the weight of the monumental decision he’s about to make. His eyes lock onto yours, searching for your reaction, and you can sense the depth of his emotions—love, excitement, and a hint of apprehension.

You’re taken aback by Yoongi’s revelation, but simultaneously, it’s not entirely unexpected. You’ve observed his growing interest in the idea of marriage over the past few weeks, noting his thoughtful questions and contemplative musings on the subject. His decision to propose to Hoseok feels like a natural progression, given the depth of their relationship and his recent reflections on commitment and partnership.

You envelop Yoongi in a tight hug, a warm smile lighting up your face. “You absolutely should. I’m so happy for you, and I have no doubt he’ll say yes.” Your voice carries genuine excitement and encouragement, affirming Yoongi’s decision and offering him your full support.

Yoongi chuckles as you hold him close. “I hope so too,” he says, his voice filled with warmth and a touch of nervousness. “I really love him more than anything.” His words reveal the depth of his feelings for Hoseok, making the moment even more touching and heartfelt.

You nod, your expression earnest. “I know, and you both deserve all the happiness in the world.” Your words carry a deep sense of conviction, affirming your belief in their love and your wish for their future together.

You release Yoongi from the hug and lean into his shoulder, offering him your silent support.

“You too—have you thought about when you want to get married or what kind of wedding you’d like?” Yoongi asks, his curiosity evident in his tone. He’s genuinely interested in hearing about your plans for the future, showing his investment in your happiness and his desire to share in your excitement.

You let out a thoughtful sigh. “I’m not sure yet. We’re leaning towards something small and intimate,” you admit, your voice thick with love as you chuckle. “Honestly, I just want to marry him already, but we haven’t set a date yet. Maybe it’s time we do.”

“I understand completely. If you need any help at all—setting a date, picking out invitations, choosing your dress, anything—you know you can count on me,” Yoongi offers warmly, pulling you into a supportive hug. His reassurance and willingness to assist in the wedding planning process highlight his genuine care for you and his desire to help make your special day as perfect as possible.

“You’re my best friend, and I want you to have the most perfect, happiest wedding day,” he continues, his words brimming with sincerity and affection. As you hear his heartfelt sentiment, you suddenly feel a few tears on your hand, realizing how much his support and friendship mean to you. In response, you wrap your arms around him even tighter, embracing the depth of your friendship and the love you share.

“Jimin!” You call out excitedly, rushing through the house and into your bedroom with a package in your hand. Your enthusiasm makes you push the door open with more force than intended. Your heart races with love and anticipation, as you can’t believe the moment has finally arrived—your rings are here.

Just as the jeweler had promised, the rings have arrived a few weeks after you and Jimin selected them together. It’s been a month since you made your choice, and now the moment you’ve been eagerly waiting for is here.

Jimin groans, still caught in the haze of sleep as you crawl onto the bed beside him. With a gentle touch, you shake him awake, your excitement palpable as you prepare to share the moment with him.

“What is it, love?” He asks, his voice heavy with sleep as he slowly comes to. His groggy state doesn’t dampen the affection in his tone, and you can tell he’s ready to listen despite his drowsiness.

“It’s our wedding rings! They’re finally here,” you exclaim, your smile radiant despite the early hour. You can’t contain your excitement, and the joy in your voice is infectious. The thought of holding your rings brings a sense of happiness and anticipation that overshadows the sleepiness of the morning.

Jimin’s eyes snap open at your words, fully awake now. His gaze locks onto the package in your hands, then shifts to you in your silky nightdress. As he runs a hand through his tousled blonde hair, he bites his lip in anticipation, his excitement mirroring yours.

“Now that the rings are here, maybe we should talk about what kind of wedding we want,” you muse as you stretch out beside Jimin.

Jimin chuckles, his smile warm and affectionate. “Yeah, we’re not exactly known for our planning skills,” he admits with a playful tone.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, locking eyes with Jimin. “But let’s take some time now to discuss it so we can make plans.” The love in his eyes is overwhelming, and you feel like you could lose yourself in them.

With a soft smile, you run your hand over his bare skin as he lounges on his side. “Do you still want to keep the wedding intimate and small?” You ask, your fingers tracing gentle patterns, the warmth of his body a comforting presence against your touch.

“Yeah, I do,” Jimin responds with a smile, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “We don’t have a big family, and I just want our closest friends and family there.” He lets out a soft giggle as your playful touch lingers on his torso, enjoying the intimacy and lightheartedness of the moment.

“I want an intimate wedding too,” you say, pulling closer to Jimin as you share your thoughts. “If we just want our closest loved ones there, why not have the wedding soon? Everyone is already here.” Your suggestion brings an exciting immediacy to the conversation, hinting at the possibility of a heartfelt, spontaneous celebration of your love.

Jimin’s eyes light up with realization, and he nods, his excitement palpable. He bites his lip thoughtfully, a lovely smile spreading across his face as he processes the idea. The notion of an intimate wedding with your loved ones already present clearly resonates with him.

“You’re right. Why wait?” Jimin responds, his voice filled with eager excitement. You watch as his body trembles slightly, a visible manifestation of the anticipation and love that courses through him at the thought of marrying you sooner rather than later.

“Today?” Jimin’s body radiates love and anticipation, and his infectious excitement mirrors your own. You can’t help but break into a smile as you straddle him, looking down at the person who means everything to you. In that moment, you’re overwhelmed by the thought of marrying him right then and there, the desire so strong it fills your heart to the brim.

“Today,” you reaffirm, your voice filled with conviction and exhilaration. Your heart races, almost bursting from your chest with the overwhelming love you feel. The realization that you might get married today sends a thrill through you—you’re ready and can’t wait to take this monumental step.

You surge forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss that lasts for minutes. Your lips begin to ache from the intensity, but you barely notice—it feels too good, his taste intoxicating, his touch igniting a fire within you. You savor every moment, lost in the connection, in the depth of your love for him.

“Wait, we don’t have an officiant,” you suddenly realize, your excitement giving way to a moment of concern. “And on such short notice, how can we find someone out here?” Your disappointment is clear as your heart sinks at the thought of delaying your wedding plans. The longing to marry Jimin as soon as possible, now that you have your rings, feels urgent and immediate.

“Yeah, we need an officiant,” Jimin agrees with a groan, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’ll ask Yoongi if he knows anyone who can help us out.” His quick-thinking response offers a glimmer of hope, suggesting a possible solution to your dilemma.

“We’ll ask him together,” you say playfully, running your fingers teasingly over Jimin’s chest. Reluctantly, you slide off him and get out of bed. “Come on, let’s get dressed.” Your voice carries a mix of anticipation and mischief, hinting at the adventure you’re about to embark on together as you prepare to speak with Yoongi.

Together, you hastily dress, the thrill of your mission adding a sense of urgency to your movements. You rush down the stairs and make your way outside, heading straight for Yoongi’s cottage with excitement propelling your steps. The anticipation of making your spontaneous wedding plans a reality fills the air.

You knock on the door, expecting a quick response, but when none comes, you decide not to waste any time. “Forget it,” you mutter, pushing the door open with determination. Your eagerness to speak with Yoongi outweighs any hesitation about barging in unannounced, driven by your desire to make your wedding plans a reality.

Yoongi and Hoseok are still asleep when you enter, and you briefly regret interrupting their rest. However, you remember that Yoongi told you to seek his help with your wedding planning, so you press on. With Jimin behind you, you approach Yoongi and gently poke his face to wake him. “Yoon, wake up,” you whisper, trying to rouse him without causing too much of a disturbance.

Yoongi grumbles, slowly stirring from sleep.

“What?” He mumbles, his voice thick with grogginess. His half-asleep state makes him sound less than enthusiastic, but the familiar tone in his voice reassures you that he’s ready to hear what you have to say.

“Do you know anyone who can officiate our wedding?” You ask, a bright smile on your face as you observe Hoseok stirring awake beside Yoongi.

Yoongi groans, his voice heavy with sleep as he mutters, “Yeah, I know someone.”

“Great, just give me their number, and we’ll leave you alone,” you say, trying to minimize the disruption of his sleep. Although you feel a twinge of guilt for waking him, you reassure yourself that he would be up soon anyway, hoping your request doesn’t cause too much inconvenience.

“You already have it,” Yoongi grumbles, his voice still thick with sleep as he turns over in bed to face Hoseok, who is now fully awake.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks from your side, his curiosity evident in his voice. He looks between you and Yoongi, trying to understand the situation.

“I got ordained a couple of weeks ago, after our wedding talk,” Yoongi explains, still facing away from you as he speaks. His words catch you off guard, a pleasant surprise as you realize he anticipated your need for an officiant. This unexpected gesture of support and forethought from Yoongi fills you with gratitude and admiration for his thoughtfulness.

“You did?” Your eyes widen in surprise and your heart swells with love for your best friend. The unexpected gesture leaves you feeling incredibly grateful and touched by Yoongi’s support. You can’t help but feel an overwhelming urge to hug him and show your appreciation for his thoughtfulness.

“I had a feeling you might want to elope or have an intimate ceremony,” Yoongi says, his voice still heavy with sleep. “Let me guess—you want to get married today.” Despite his groggy state, he sits up, turning to face you. His bare chest is on display, but you focus your gaze on his slightly puffy face, your excitement building as his words confirm he understands your plans.

“Yeah, we do,” Jimin confirms, his hand reaching out to find yours, intertwining his fingers with yours. The touch is intimate, a silent affirmation of your shared desire to get married today.

“I’ll marry you to each other. That was the whole point anyway,” Yoongi says with a casual, dismissive tone, but his voice is thick with love. His intentions are clear, and the smile playing on his lips confirms his genuine happiness for you and Jimin. His commitment to officiating your wedding adds a special touch, turning the moment into one of deep affection and anticipation.

“Thank you so much, Yoon,” you say, your voice filled with gratitude as your eyes well up with tears. Letting go of Jimin’s hand, you wrap Yoongi in a heartfelt hug. The warmth of his body and the friendly pat on your back from his hands offer comfort and reinforce the depth of your friendship.

It’s a touching moment of friendship and appreciation for Yoongi’s willingness to play such an important role in your special day.

“No problem,” Yoongi replies, giving Jimin a playful thumbs up behind your back. “Now, off you go so I can properly wake up with my boyfriend.” His words are lighthearted and teasing, infusing a touch of humor to the moment and subtly hinting that he wants some privacy with Hoseok.

You chuckle and release Yoongi from the hug, offering him a grateful smile. “Yes, of course! Sorry for the intrusion, but thank you so much,” you say, your tone lighthearted and full of appreciation.

Your smile is radiant, a reflection of the overwhelming happiness and love you feel. You can’t possibly contain your joy as you grab Jimin’s hand and pull him outside, eager to share your excitement and anticipation for the day ahead. Your enthusiasm is contagious, and Jimin’s grip on your hand tightens, ready to embark on this special journey with you.

“I can’t wait!” you exclaim, your voice brimming with giddiness as you practically bounce around Jimin. Your excitement is palpable, and your energy is infectious. In response, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, giving you a deep, passionate kiss that conveys his own eagerness and love.

The embrace feels like a promise of the beautiful day ahead and the many more to come.

It feels as though your souls are intertwined in a beautiful dance, swirling together in perfect harmony. The overwhelming love you feel fills every corner of your heart, making you ache with anticipation to marry Jimin. The closeness between you, the way your hearts beat in sync, makes it clear that this is the love you’ve always dreamed of.

Jimin gently pulls away, locking his gaze with yours. “Now we just have to call everyone,” he says with a smile, his excitement evident. “But let’s have some breakfast first.”

You nod, your heart fluttering with love as you and Jimin walk back to the house hand in hand. Together, you grab something to eat while you look at your phone, deciding who to call and invite. You start with your sister, eager to share the good news. When you tell her, she yells in excitement before breaking down in happy sobs, promising that she, Jungkook, and the rest of your friends will come over right away.

After finishing your meal, you seek out Taehyung to share the exciting news about your wedding taking place later today. When you tell him, his face lights up with happiness and anticipation. He can’t wait to attend the ceremony and celebrate this special day with you and Jimin.

“Love, you don’t have a wedding dress,” Jimin says, his eyes filled with concern over the oversight. But you smile, brushing it off. The lack of a wedding dress doesn’t bother you in the slightest; your focus is on the joy of marrying Jimin and celebrating your love with those closest to you.

“I don’t need a traditional white wedding dress,” you reassure Jimin, your excitement evident. “I already have the perfect dress.” With that, you pull out the flowery dress Jimin bought for you two years ago, a dress that holds sentimental value. The sight of the dress brings back fond memories, and you know it will make your wedding day even more meaningful. Jimin’s gift now becomes a beautiful symbol of your love and the journey you’ve shared together.

You watch as Jimin’s eyes fill with tears, mirroring your own emotional response. “I don’t care about tradition,” you say, your voice tender and sincere. “I care about you, and I love this dress that you gave me.” Your words convey the depth of your affection for Jimin and the sentimental value of the dress.

Jimin sniffles as he walks over to you, wrapping you in a heartfelt embrace. “I fucking love you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.

You chuckle softly, the intensity of emotion between you two almost tangible. “I love you too,” you respond, your voice full of warmth and sincerity.

Jimin pulls back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes as he asks, “Should I wear a suit?”

“You can if you want, but my only concern is that you’re comfortable,” you say with a mischievous smile, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “I’m going to be ripping your clothes off at the end of the day anyway, so it’s up to you.” Your teasing words make Jimin burst out in a giggle.

You take your time getting dressed and applying makeup, stealing a glance at Jimin out of the corner of your eye. You watch as he slips on his suit and hat, the ensemble bringing a smile to your face. He looks undeniably dapper, though in your eyes, Jimin would look good in anything.

Hand in hand, you and Jimin walk out of your bedroom and descend the stairs, the anticipation building with each step. As you reach the living room, you’re greeted by the sight of your family and closest friends, all gathered and dressed up, their faces beaming with joy. Your eyes meet those of your sister, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Soo-ah, Ara, and Ha-rin, all of them warmly smiling at you and Jimin. The warmth and love in the room envelop you both, creating a perfect setting for the special day ahead.

Your eyes begin to well up with tears as you take in the sight of your family and friends gathered to celebrate your special day. You start to understand why your sister was so emotional on her wedding day—the overwhelming sense of love, support, and unity is almost too much to contain. The realization of how significant this moment is fills you with a deep, heartfelt joy.

“Where do you want to get married?” Yoongi asks, his eyes reflecting genuine interest as he addresses both you and Jimin. The question holds a sense of anticipation, as though he’s ready to help make your dream ceremony a reality wherever you choose.

“Outside in nature. We have to ride there on horseback,” you announce with a pleased smile, grabbing Jimin’s hand as you envision your dream wedding. The thought of saying your vows surrounded by the beauty of the natural world, riding to the ceremony on horseback, fills you with excitement.

“You’re lucky we’re all on horseback,” your sister grunts, gently caressing her growing belly.

“And you had no issue letting her ride a horse?” You ask Jungkook with disbelief, clearly surprised by his decision. His choice seems at odds with the usual precautions he has taken during her pregnancy, and you can’t help but express your astonishment.

“She’s a grown woman and a skilled rider. I’m not about to argue with her on that,” Jungkook responds, his voice confident as he defends his decision. His mischievous smile reveals his trust in your sister's abilities and his decision to respect her autonomy.

“Damn right I am,” your sister retorts with a grin, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and leading him outside.

You hand the rings to Yoongi, your trust in him evident in your gesture. “I want you to present them to us when the moment comes,” you tell him, entrusting him with a crucial role in your wedding ceremony.

Yoongi takes the rings from you and carefully places them in the pocket of his black jeans. His deliberate action reassures you that the rings are safe with him.

“Let’s get you two married,” Yoongi announces with a grin, leading the way to the stables alongside you, Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok. As you prepare to saddle up, you can feel the anticipation in the air, the group united in the shared excitement of the day ahead.

You gently pat Mikrokosmos on her head as you tack her up, leading her out of the stables. As you meet Jimin outside, your hand instinctively finds his, and together you guide your horses toward the house where the others are waiting.

You gallop out to the perfect spot, the wind rushing past you and your companions. There’s a serene, unspoken understanding between you all as you ride. The silence that envelops you adds to the magic of the moment, as you take in the breathtaking beauty of the open land and the anticipation of the ceremony to come.

The only sounds are the rhythmic hoofbeats and the gentle breeze.

As you finally approach the spot, your heart swells with recognition and joy. The intimate clearing, framed by trees and shrubs with the majestic mountains as a backdrop, feels like a scene from a dream. Fields of bluebonnets and wildflowers you’ve yet to identify create a vibrant, fragrant carpet. You guide Mikrokosmos to a gentle stop and gracefully dismount, allowing the breathtaking beauty to wash over you. For a moment, you stand in awe, absorbing the serene landscape, as Jimin and the rest of your loved ones arrive, matching your shared sense of wonder.

Taehyung takes in the surrounding nature, his expression curious. “What’s so special about this place?” He asks, his gaze sweeping over the vibrant wildflowers and picturesque backdrop.

“This is where we had sex for the first time,” Jimin reveals, his hand tenderly caressing your cheek, sending a thrill down your spine.

Taehyung grunts and rolls his eyes, a playful smirk on his lips. “You guys are so gross,” he teases, but there’s an undercurrent of fondness in his voice.

“I think it’s incredibly sweet and romantic,” Soo-ah chimes in, walking up to you with a warm smile on her face.

“After what I heard you and Ara do in the stables, I don’t think you’re one to talk,” you retort, a playful huff in your tone. Your teasing jab at Taehyung immediately silences him.

The group chuckles together, their laughter echoing through the serene surroundings. Yoongi steps forward, positioning you and Jimin face-to-face while your friends form a supportive circle around you. Meanwhile, your horses graze quietly in the background.

You can hardly contain your excitement, your body trembling with joy and love. The setting holds a special place in your heart, as it is deeply meaningful for both you and Jimin. The sheer perfection of the moment and the location fills you with gratitude and anticipation, knowing that there couldn’t be a more fitting or beautiful place for your wedding.

“Are you ready?” Yoongi asks, his voice soft and warm. His gentle smile is filled with genuine affection, and his eyes sparkle with love as he looks at you and Jimin.

You both nod, grinning like fools in love—because you are. The anticipation swells within you, knowing you’re about to marry your childhood friend, your longtime crush, your soulmate. This moment is the culmination of a beautiful journey, and your hearts are ready to take the next step together.

Jimin removes his hat and hands it to his brother, a casual yet deliberate gesture. As he runs his hand through his hair, you can’t help but be drawn to him, knowing how that move always gets your heart racing and turning you on.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, smiling warmly at the gathered guests. “Welcome, friends and family. We’re here to celebrate the union of these two wonderful souls. Today, we’re witnesses to their commitment to love and their choice to spend their lives together. Let’s share in their joy and support them on this beautiful journey.” His words set a heartfelt tone for the ceremony, inviting everyone to join in the celebration of your love and dedication to each other.

“Jimin, you’re up first. I hope you prepared some vows,” Yoongi says with a chuckle, eliciting laughter from the rest of the party. You don’t mind the light-hearted banter; in fact, it helps ease the slight nervousness coursing through your veins.

Jimin’s soft smile grows wider, showcasing his perfect crooked teeth and those endearing dimples. “My love,” he begins, his voice filled with affection. “I’ve loved you for so long, since we were kids, and my love for you has only grown stronger. Sometimes, the intensity of it scares me, but I know that with you by my side, there’s nothing to fear. Together, we can face anything, and my love for you feels transcendent, ever-growing and evolving. I know I’m flawed and have made mistakes, but your unwavering love has been my anchor. I’m so grateful for you and your love. I promise to cherish you forever, to fill our days with happiness, adventure, and boundless love. I’m excited to share my life with you, to build a family with you. All my love is yours, and it always will be.”

His heartfelt vows resonate deeply, conveying his profound commitment and adoration for you.

As you hold Jimin’s hand, a wave of emotion washes over you, making your hands suddenly feel sweaty. Gazing into his soft brown eyes, you see a world of love and devotion reflected back at you. His eyes speak volumes about his boundless affection for you, and you can’t help but feel a lump form in your throat. The depth of his emotions stirs something profound within you, filling you with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

Jimin smiles at you, his eyes brimming with tears of emotion. You watch as a few slip down his cheeks, his vulnerability touching your heart. Your instinct is to reach out and gently wipe away his tears, but you resist, allowing him to fully experience this profound moment.

Yoongi turns to you with a gentle reminder, “It’s your turn,” his words prompting you to take the next step in your vows. His supportive gaze encourages you, and you take a moment to gather your thoughts and emotions.

You chuckle nervously, mustering all the love you have for this incredible man. “Jimin, my love,” you begin, “I’ve loved you since we were kids, but my love for you developed slowly over the years. It took me time to realize my feelings, but they’ve always been there, just waiting to be unlocked. I love you with all my heart; you are my soulmate, and I adore your heart, your soul, and your kindness. I love you so much that it should be illegal, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, building a family together.”

You pause as tears begin to flow, overwhelmed with emotion. You clench his hands in yours and continue, “With you, I’ve found my home. Home is where my heart is, and my heart is with you.” Your heartfelt vows touch everyone present, the intensity of your love clear in every word you say.

Jimin starts to lean in for a kiss, but Yoongi playfully interrupts, placing a hand between you. “Wait, the rings first,” he chuckles, and the rest of the party joins in the laughter.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself as Yoongi asks if you want to marry each other. The anticipation builds, but when you both say yes, your heart swells with happiness. Yoongi hands you your rings, and the exchange of this symbol of your love and commitment fills the moment with significance and emotion.

Jimin takes your left hand in his, carefully sliding off your engagement ring. He transfers it to your right hand, placing it gently on your ring finger. Then, with deliberate tenderness, he slides the wedding ring onto your left hand, his movements slow and precise. Once the ring is in place, a surge of happiness washes over you. You gaze at the beautiful ring on your finger, admiring the way the silver and gold intertwine perfectly. The design symbolizes your unity, reflecting your journey together and the depth of your love.

You examine the ring in your hand, its engraving catching the light—a delicate inscription of your name and the date you first met. The thought that you both carry each other’s name with you on your rings fills you with warmth and a sense of deep love.

You take Jimin’s left hand, your touch gentle but steady. As you find his ring finger, you slowly slide the ring onto it, your movements deliberate and heartfelt. The moment feels sacred, the symbolism of placing the ring on his finger marking the beginning of your new life together. You watch his face light up with joy, and you know that this exchange of rings signifies not just your love, but the promises you've made to walk hand in hand for the rest of your lives.

When the ring is securely on Jimin’s finger, you both lift your gazes to meet each other’s eyes. The moment feels charged with emotion, as if the world stands still for just the two of you. Then, you turn your head to Yoongi, seeking his next words to finalize the ceremony. Your anticipation grows as you await the moment that will officially seal your union.

“Yes, yes, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss,” Yoongi declares, his tone almost nonchalant, as if he can hardly be bothered. But you know the truth—his words carry warmth and a deep sense of joy for you both. His casual delivery brings a touch of humor and charm to the ceremony, and the affection in his eyes reveals just how much this moment means to him.

You grin widely as you lean in to kiss your husband. This kiss feels different, charged with a new sense of intimacy and commitment. Shivers run through your body as you feel giddy, overwhelmed with joy and happiness.

As your lips meet, you don’t pull apart. Instead, you stay locked in the kiss, savoring the love. Jimin holds you tight and pushes you back gently, making you hover in the air as he deepens the kiss. The embrace is both tender and passionate, sealing your vows with a kiss that signifies the start of your new journey together.

Your friends and family erupt in cheers, catcalls, and applause, filling the air with their excitement. They shout congratulations and well-wishes, creating an atmosphere of celebration and joy around you. Their enthusiastic response amplifies the happiness of the moment, making you feel truly surrounded by love and support as you and Jimin share your first moments as a married couple.

Jimin lifts you back up, and you both pull away, gasping for air before bursting into laughter. The moment feels lighthearted and full of joy. You lace your fingers with his, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and devotion. It’s as if you can’t get enough of him, your heart overflowing with affection for your husband.

“Congratulations!” Yoongi says with a beaming smile, and the rest of the party echoes his sentiment, surrounding you and Jimin with hugs and kisses. You’re showered with love and affection from all sides, your heart swelling with gratitude. As tears of joy stream down your face, you realize how truly blessed you are to have such supportive and loving people in your life. This outpouring of emotion makes the moment unforgettable, truly sealing the beauty of your special day.

“I’m crashing at Jessi and Kook’s tonight,” Taehyung declares with a playful grin, hugging you tightly. “Because I know you two are gonna do nasty things I’d rather not hear or see.” His teasing tone brings a lighthearted touch to the moment, and his affection for you is clear in the way he holds you close.

You can’t help but burst out laughing at Taehyung’s comment—it’s true, and everyone knows it. The anticipation of getting home and fuck the shit out of Jimin, your husband, fills you with too much excitement. You’re eager to rip his clothes off and lose yourself in the passion and intimacy of your new life together.

After spending a few moments catching up with your friends and family, you and Jimin say your farewells. You mount your horses, waving goodbye to everyone as they prepare to ride back to Bora Ranch. The journey home to Bell Ranch with Jimin feels serene and special, as you reflect on the incredible day you’ve had and the future that lies ahead. The ride back allows you to savor the peaceful moments together, anticipating the start of your new life as a married couple.

You and Jimin race across the open fields, urging your horses forward as excitement pulses through you both. The wind whips your dress around your thighs, but you pay no mind—you can’t wait to get back and have sex with your husband once you reach the sanctuary of your home.

When you arrive back at the ranch, you ride straight up to the stables, untack your horses, and settle them comfortably in their stalls. The moment you’re done, you and Jimin turn to each other, the anticipation palpable. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, unable to contain your desire any longer.

You push Jimin against a stall, your eyes locked on his as you let out a low, throaty growl. “I want you, Jimin,” you whisper, the words dripping with desire, as your breath mingles with his.

When you look into Jimin’s eyes, they are completely dark with desire. The intensity of his gaze sends a rush of arousal through you, and you can feel the heat between you two. There’s no doubt that your panties are already soaked, your anticipation for what’s to come pushing you closer to the edge.

“Shit, I want you too,” Jimin pants, his breath hot and heavy as you touch him through his pants.

You lean in close, whispering in his ear, “Let’s do it on the bed, like old married people.”

Jimin chuckles, allowing you to lead him out of the stables and back to your house. The playful anticipation between you two is palpable. Once inside, you pull him close and knock his hat off before kissing him hungrily.

Your lips move from his mouth to his neck, planting kisses and gentle bites as you moan against his skin.

Your hands glide eagerly over Jimin’s chest as you attempt to unbutton his shirt, but your impatience gets the best of you. Instead, you tear the shirt open, buttons flying to the ground as you reveal his toned chest. The sight of his exposed skin makes your breath catch and your lips part in anticipation, licking them as you prepare to feast your eyes and hands on him.

You swiftly pull the shirt off Jimin, leaving him shirtless in front of you. His bare chest and the desire in his eyes make your pulse race. In response, you reach behind to unzip your dress, letting it gracefully slip off your body and fall to the floor.

Jimin’s eyes widen in astonishment as he gazes at you standing before him in just a bra. “You weren’t wearing panties this whole time?” He asks, his voice filled with lust and a hint of surprise.

You chuckle softly, enjoying Jimin’s reaction to your revelation. Moving closer, you tease him by running your fingers playfully over his pants, feeling his dick pressing against the fabric.

With a sultry tone and a smoldering gaze, you draw out the words, “No panties today,” savoring the look of desire in Jimin’s eyes. You bat your eyelashes flirtatiously and bite your lip.

“My nasty girl,” Jimin murmurs, his voice thick with a blend of lust and love. His hands grip your hips firmly, drawing you closer to him. As he moves in to kiss your neck, he adds a playful bite, promising a purple necklace as a mark of your passion.

Jimin’s breath brushes against your ear as he pants, “I want to fuck my wife.”

The raw desire in his voice sends shivers down your spine, igniting an electric anticipation within you.

“Then take me to bed and fuck my brains out,” you moan, the intensity of your desire for Jimin nearly overwhelming. Your voice is laden with lust and love, and your chest feels like it's about to burst from the sheer force of your emotions.

Jimin’s strong hands grip your hips firmly, lifting you effortlessly. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist, holding on tight as he carries you through the house and up the stairs. nst yours fuels your desire, promising a night of unrestrained passion and closeness.

You feel Jimin’s heart pounding against your chest, the rhythm a sweet symphony to your ears. When he playfully tosses you onto the bed, you burst into laughter, feeling a rush of excitement. You spread your legs, allowing him to see just how wet you already are for him.

“Fucking hell. How long have you been like this?” Jimin exclaims, his voice filled with astonishment and desire as he takes in the sight of you.

His gaze shifts down to his pants, noticing the wet stains there. “You’re dripping,” he remarks, a mixture of surprise and eagerness in his tone.

“I just can’t wait for my husband to fuck me,” you say, your voice dripping with desire. As you teasingly touch your clit, Jimin lets out a groan, a blend of frustration and intense lust.

You move to the edge of the bed where Jimin stands, your eyes locked on his. With a deliberate, teasing smile, you unzip his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, revealing his neglected, hard cock. It springs free, standing tall and proud, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

The sight of him makes you lick your lips in anticipation. Without hesitation, you grab his cock and wrap your lips around him, surprising him with your eagerness.

Jimin’s taste is intoxicating, and you can’t get enough of him. You eagerly take him into your mouth, sucking him with a fervor that makes him moan with pleasure. The sounds he makes—obscene and raw—intensify your desire, fueling your passion for him.

You moan around Jimin’s dick, the vibrations sending shivers through him. His hands find purchase in your hair, his fingers tenderly stroking your cheeks as you hold his gaze, the intimacy of the moment building between you. As you look into his eyes, you can feel him twitch in your mouth.

“Love, I’m seriously not going to last long, and I want to come inside you,” Jimin tells you, his voice filled with urgency and desire. He gently tries to pull you away, his hands on your shoulders, revealing just how close he is as he tries to pull you off his dick.

You release Jimin’s cock and look up into his lustful eyes, your own gaze filled with longing and confidence. “I want you to come more than once—we have all the time we need, love,” you say, a playful edge to your voice.

You wrap your warm mouth around him again, this time with more urgency and speed. Your cheeks hollow as you increase your pace, your tongue expertly teasing his frenulum. The sensation makes him gasp for breath, his hands finding your hair and pulling on it gently, a sign of his overwhelming pleasure. The combination of your soft tongue and the intensity of your actions sends waves of ecstasy through Jimin, his grip tightening in your hair.

Jimin grunts above you, the sounds of his pleasure intensifying. You look up at him, taking in the utterly overwhelmed expression on his face and knowing he’s close to his orgasm. Determined to push him over the edge, you stroke the part of him that doesn’t fit in your mouth as you try to take him deeper.

You feel his dick hit the back of your throat, but you relax your jaw, focusing on breathing through your nose.

As you continue to pleasure him with your mouth, you reach down with your other hand to play with his balls. The added sensation makes him throb instantly in your mouth, and you respond by moaning even more around him.

Jimin moans your name as he pulls his cock from your mouth. With a few strokes, he releases his warm, white seed onto your face, while you stick out your tongue, eager to catch some of it and swallow.

He grunts, panting for air, as he empties the last of his release. As he relaxes, you move in to tease the head of his dick with your tongue, playfully licking it like a lollipop.

Jimin whimpers softly from overstimulation, but his gaze is filled with love and adoration as he looks at you. “My nasty girl,” he murmurs, his voice laced with affection. “You look so beautiful with my cum on your face.”

He reaches behind you and deftly unclasps your bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. As the fabric slips away, a trail of his seed runs from your face down to your breasts, and he groans at the sight.

He gently pushes you back onto the bed and straddles you, his now softening cock brushing against your skin. You don’t mind; in fact, you savor the intimate moment, the closeness of your bodies, and the tender weight of him on top of you. His gaze locks with yours, filled with affection and desire.

Jimin shifts his position, moving off the bed and sitting down. He then pulls your body closer to him, positioning you so that your pussy is right in front of his face. His eyes light up with hunger and admiration as he takes in the sight of you.

“I’m gonna taste you now, wifey.”

His words send a wave of desire through you, causing your pussy to clench in response. A moan escapes your lips, and you find yourself yearning for the touch of his lips and tongue on your most sensitive spot.

He wastes no time, immediately diving in with his tongue. His skilled lips find your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. You instinctively wrap your thighs around his head, resting them on his strong shoulders for support. Meanwhile, your hands grip the sheets tightly, holding on for dear life as he works his magic on you.

Slurping sounds echo through the bedroom, creating a symphony of intimacy and pleasure. Although he’s just begun, you already feel swept away by the sensations he is creating. The intensity of his touch leaves you feeling overwhelmed, as though you're already on the edge of an orgasm.

His tongue vigorously licks your clit, and you find yourself lost in the pleasure he’s giving you. Your wetness amplifies the sensations, making every touch feel intensely magnified. Each stroke of his tongue sends shivers through you.

Jimin’s hands gently part your folds, his touch both tender and purposeful. He lowers his head, his tongue making its way inside you, exploring with an intense, focused attention. The sensation of his tongue entering you sends waves of pleasure through your body, and his expert movements ignite a fire within you.

“Jimin!” As Jimin’s tongue enters you, you can’t help but scream his name, your voice echoing with a mix of pleasure and overwhelming lust.

The soft muscle of his tongue skillfully dives in and out of your entrance, exploring you deeply as far as his tongue can reach. His nose brushes against your clit with each motion, creating an intoxicating combination of sensations. The precise rhythm of his tongue, paired with the stimulating touch of his nose, drives you wild with pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

The pleasure is overwhelming as you feel a knot tightening in your stomach. Your orgasm begins to build, slowly but powerfully, taking your breath away with each wave of sensation. The anticipation of release makes your body tremble, your senses on high alert as you inch closer to the peak of release.

Jimin pulls away from your pussy, taking a moment to gaze at you. You’re flushed, sweating, and panting heavily from the intense pleasure he’s been giving you. His lower face glistens with your juices, evidence of your intense arousal and his passionate exploration. The sight of him like this, lost in the moment, is slowly making you lose your mind.

“Come on my face, love,” Jimin commands as he moves back to your pussy. He licks and sucks your folds, his mouth working you over with intense precision. One of his hands finds your clit, his deft fingers expertly rubbing the sensitive bud.

The pleasure is overwhelming as you feel your toes curl and your breath grow short and erratic. Your climax hits you like a freight train, the intensity taking you by surprise. You moan his name loudly, surrendering to the ecstasy as you come on his tongue and face.

He licks you up with an eager intensity, savoring your essence as though he’s drinking you in.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you pant, your voice laden with satisfaction and awe. Jimin finally pulls away from your now sensitive pussy, his lips lingering for a moment before he moves up beside you on the bed. As he joins you, his presence offers comfort and a sense of closeness, allowing you to bask in the afterglow of the intense pleasure he just brought you.

Jimin hovers over you, his breath warm against your skin. As you notice his now fully erect cock, he leans down to whisper in your ear, “You made me hard again, wifey.”

His words send a thrill through you, the playful intimacy of his tone making your pulse quicken.

“Already?” you pant, a mix of surprise and lust in your voice.

“Yeah, my wifey just drives me wild,” he groans, his voice thick with lust.

Oh God, every time he calls you ‘wifey,’ your pussy clenches involuntarily. The sweet intimacy of the term sends a wave of desire through you, and you wonder if he’s aware of the effect it has on you.

Jimin lies down beside you, a playful glint in his eyes and a chuckle of lust escaping his lips. “Come and ride me,” he invites, his tone teasing yet filled with desire.

Your whole body tingles with anticipation, and even though you’re tired and overwhelmed with lust and love, you find the energy to rise and straddle Jimin. You take his dick in your hand, aligning it with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself onto him. The sensation of him stretching you is intense, the smooth glide enhancing the pleasure for both of you. You savor every inch of him, and the stretch is oh so exquisite and intense. He fills you up completely, an intoxicating pleasure that makes your breath catch and your pulse race.

You brace yourself with your hands on his chiseled chest and begin to ride him, bouncing with a rhythm that matches your pounding heartbeat. The sensation of his cock inside you intensifies with each movement, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. As you shift your weight and grind against him, the pleasure deepens, drawing out gasps and moans from both of you.

“Fuck, my wife is so fucking hot,” Jimin praises, his voice heavy with lust as you ride him. Your pussy tightens around him, and you feel a powerful wave of arousal knowing how much he enjoys watching you take control. The sensation of him inside you is overwhelming, both physically and emotionally, and you know it won’t take much to push you to the brink of another orgasm.

His words of admiration intensify your pleasure, the feeling of his thick cock filling you up adding to your imminent unraveling.

“Jimin, you’re gonna make me come again,” you pant, your voice laced with both pleasure and exhaustion. Though your body feels tired, you continue to ride him, driven by the intense desire to reach another orgasm.

“Are you close?” Jimin asks, his voice thick with lust and anticipation. His intense gaze meets yours, the desire in his eyes mirroring your own. His question fuels your urgency, and you can feel your body tightening with the approach of another climax.

You nod eagerly, biting your lip to hold back the pleasure, “Yes!”

Jimin’s fingers find your clit again, and even though you’re sensitive, the sensation is intensely pleasurable. He rubs the nub with expert precision, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through you. The combination of his touch and the fullness inside you brings you to the brink, your body about to erupt like a volcano.

The pleasure is overwhelming, teetering on the edge of being too intense to take. As you reach your peak, you scream Jimin’s name, your voice echoing through the room. Your climax ripples through you, every nerve ending on fire as your body tightens around his cock. The release is a burst of euphoria, leaving you breathless and utterly consumed by the ecstasy he brings you.

You catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you steady yourself on Jimin’s chest. The afterglow of your climax leaves you feeling both tired and utterly full of love. His warmth beneath your hands grounds you.

“So good, my love. Now relax while I take care of the rest, wifey,” Jimin murmurs with tenderness. He turns you around gently and guides you back onto the mattress, his dick still nestled inside you. As he adjusts his position, he sinks deeper, eliciting a moan from you at the intensity of the sensation.

Jimin pulls your legs to the side, opening you up to him, and then begins to thrust his cock into you with a steady, powerful rhythm. Each thrust fills you deeply, his pace unwavering as he seeks to deliver intense pleasure.

The hypnotic motion of Jimin’s hips captivates you, each precise movement drawing you deeper into the moment. His scars catch the light as they move with him, a testament to his strength and resilience. There's something truly magical about witnessing this intimate dance, the rhythm of his body resonating with yours. You can’t help but get lost in him, this man who is now your husband, the one who makes your heart race and your soul sing.

You feel as though you can barely withstand the intensity of the experience. It’s not painful—in fact, it’s the opposite. Waves of pleasure ripple through your entire body, creating a sensation that feels simultaneously like floating and drowning in ecstasy. The tingle is unusual, yet deeply satisfying, and you find yourself reveling in the overwhelming delight. The sensation is both exhilarating and surreal, leaving you craving more of this extraordinary feeling.

Jimin lowers his mouth to your neck, his teeth gently grazing your skin as he bites and kisses you. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, making you squirm beneath him with a mixture of pleasure and lust.

As he moves up to kiss you deeply on the mouth, the intensity of the moment heightens. The deep, passionate kiss perfectly synchronizes with his thrusts, amplifying the pleasure for both of you. His lips on yours, combined with the intimate rhythm of his body, create an electric connection that leaves you breathless and aching for more.

Your hands grip Jimin’s biceps firmly, drawing him closer to you. When he pulls away for a moment, you lock eyes with him, staring into his deep brown orbs. You see your whole universe reflected in them, and it fuels your desire for more—for everything he can give you.

You can’t take the distance for long, pulling him down to you again and kissing him with an intensity that feels like your life depends on it. The kiss is a passionate, all-consuming expression of your love and need for him, and it binds you even closer together in the moment.

“I’m gonna come soon,” Jimin pants as he pulls back from your kiss. His breathless voice conveys the intensity of his desire, the pleasure he feels evident in his expression, with the way that his nose is scrunching so cutely.

“Come inside and get me pregnant,” you pant, biting your lip and moaning his name.

Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise as he stares at you. “Pregnant? But you’re on the pill,” he blurts out, his expression a mix of shock and wonder.

You squeeze Jimin’s biceps tightly, your voice thick with both love and lust. “Not anymore,” you reveal, a hint of determination in your gaze. “I haven’t been taking them for a month.”

The weight of your confession hangs in the air, and you can see the surprise in his eyes.

For a moment, Jimin remains completely still inside you, his eyes locked with yours, reflecting disbelief and a touch of awe. The depth of your confession catches him off guard, and you can see the range of emotions playing across his face. The intimacy of the moment deepens as he processes the significance of your words, the silence charged with anticipation and the weight of what this decision could mean for your future.

“I said I wanted your kids. I wasn’t joking. Now fill me up with your seed, Jimin.”

He slowly starts to move again, his breath coming out in short, measured puffs. Running a hand through his hair, he bites his lip in a mix of concentration and desire, his expression shifting from disbelief to raw, intense passion.

You feel the coil within you tighten rapidly. The pleasure builds swiftly, spiraling out of your control, and you find yourself unable to hold back. Without warning, the coil snaps, sending you crashing into another climax. You clench tightly around his cock, a moan of his name escaping your lips as you surrender to the wave of ecstasy that consumes you.

“Shit,” Jimin groans as your walls tighten around him, hugging his cock close. He thrusts into you a few more times, each movement charged with intensity, before he releases inside you, filling you with his seed.

Jimin huffs above you, his breathing heavy as he pulls his sweaty bangs away from his face. A wide smile stretches across his lips as he gazes down at you, and you return the smile, your heart overflowing with love. He leans down to kiss you tenderly, his cock still nestled inside you, giving occasional twitches that make you chuckle.

His groan reverberates into your mouth as he whispers, “Wifey, I love you.”

His voice is husky with emotion, and you can feel the depth of his affection in those simple words. The tenderness of the moment, combined with the enduring intimacy of your bond, envelops you both in a wave of warmth and love.

You chuckle softly, your voice filled with warmth and affection. “Hubby, I love you,” you say, your words a playful echo of his.

Jimin gently pulls out of you, savoring the moment before he falls to your side, resting beside you.

You feel some of his seed trickle out of you, but the sensation is a natural part of the intimacy you share, and you embrace it without concern. Turning onto your side, you face Jimin, and he mirrors your movement, meeting your gaze with tenderness. The simple act of being close to him fills you with warmth and satisfaction, the afterglow of your love making soothing your body and soul.

He notices the lingering traces of his seed on your face and gently brushes it away with his fingers, chuckling softly. “You still have some semen on your face,” he remarks playfully, his touch light and tender. “But you still look incredibly hot.”

“And I’m sorry about your neck—it’s kinda purple now,” Jimin says with a chuckle, his fingers lightly tracing over the tender spot. You move closer to him, your hand finding his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch.

“I don’t mind,” you reassure him with a loving tone and a gentle smile. Your words are filled with warmth and acceptance, conveying that the marks are a sign of your closeness and shared passion.

“We should probably clean up,” Jimin suggests, beginning to rise, but you stop him with a firm squeeze of your hand on his bicep.

“No, please just stay here with me. We can take a bath together later,” you plead, your voice soft and filled with affection. Jimin sees the warmth in your eyes and smiles, giving in to your request. He settles back down beside you, wrapping an arm around you. The comfort of being close and the promise of a relaxing bath later creates a sense of serenity, allowing you both to enjoy the moment of rest and closeness.

“You know, your vows were really beautiful,” Jimin says, his voice gentle and filled with exhaustion, love, and happiness. His words carry the depth of his appreciation for the heartfelt promises you made to him, reflecting the strong emotional bond you share.

“Thank you. So were yours,” you murmur, leaning in to capture his plush lips in a tender, lingering kiss. The soft press of your lips expresses your appreciation and love, deepening the intimate bond between you and making the moment all the more special.

Jimin gently runs his hand through your hair, his touch soothing and affectionate. “What you said about home—I think you’re right,” he says, his voice soft and filled with contemplation.

You give Jimin a questioning look. “Which part?” you ask, curiosity evident in your tone. Your eyes search his face, eager to understand which aspect of your heartfelt vows resonated most with him.

Jimin takes a deep breath, filling his chest with the love that lingers in the air between you. “Home is where my heart is, and my heart is with you,” he says, his voice filled with emotion. His words echo your own from earlier, emphasizing the profound bond and shared understanding you have found in each other.

“Oh, that part,” you chuckle, seeing Jimin’s eyes well up with tears once more. Your heart swells with affection as you lean in to kiss him. The soft brush of your lips against his ignites a cascade of tender, heartfelt kisses—one after another, until you lose count of how many times your lips have met.

With your hands, you cup Jimin’s cheeks, feeling the warmth of his skin against your palms. His musky scent envelops you, filling you with a sense of deep contentment and love like you’ve never known before. Your heart seems to beat in perfect sync with his, an unspoken rhythm that binds you together.

His eyes shimmer with tears, but you find solace in the fact that you have each other. The unbreakable bond between you brings a profound sense of peace. You know with certainty that you will share your lives, facing whatever comes together. This bond is more than just love; it’s a soul-deep recognition that you have married your true soulmate.

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sparklingchim · 3 years

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minie's mini-me had luck; m | pjm

pairing: dad!jimin x pregnant!reader

word count: 2.6k

rating: 18+

genre: smut, married couple, dad!jimin, pregnant!reader

warnings: impreg kink, cursing, breast play, dirty talk, handjob

summary: your hormones are wild and unpredictable, but it seems like your neediness picked out the perfect timing before your little boy could catch onto anything.

a/n: you can read this as a oneshot but part one is here also, this title was too silly to not choose it lmao

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,,You're putting peanut butter on cucumber?", Jimins hoarse voice ricochets from the walls, rubbing one eye as he walks his sleepy self towards you.

You look up from the kitchen island, a knife - with peanut butter leftovers on it - in one hand and a slice of cucumber in the other.

,,Mhm, what about it?" you ask while chewing the peanut butter cucumber combination, stopping yourself from moaning out loud as you savour the toothsome flavour that you just came up with when you examined the ingredients in the fridge.

,,That's something new on your weird craving list," he states, propping his elbows on the counter as he stands across from you.

You roll your eyes at his comment. ,,Your cravings aren't weird," you defend yourself, thinking about the way weirder cravings of people that you found online when you had your first pregnancy and were curious. Your idea of putting peanut butter on cucumber is not that odd. ,,Why are you up?" you ask, smearing peanut butter on the next slice of cucumber, watching his beautiful puffy and tired features as you gobble up your food.

It's approximately 3 am and you're currently occupied with eating your - almost daily - midnight snacks. For the past couple of weeks you got this sudden longing for eating something in the middle of the night. At first you didn't want to yield, not wanting to gain even more weight, but then again - who cares? You're carrying a 7 month old baby, the last thing you should do is ponder about whether these tidbits are gonna make your hips or maybe your thighs thicker. You're eating what you want, when you want and how much you want and no one's gonna stop you. (perhaps everyone's too afraid to say something that differs from your opinion because these last weeks your hormones are just feral and you can't seem to have empathy for anyone - and sometimes you have too much empathy, which ends up with you being a crying mess.)

,,Don't know, I felt that you're not in bed anymore so I wanted to check up on my girls," he shrugs, gazing at your hands that prepare the next piece for you to eat.

Your heart flutters at his reply, almost cooing at his caring nature.

However, you don't tell him how his fond words shoot tint sparks of endeared through you, but only stretch your arm offering him a slice of your cucumber peanut butter combination between your fingers.

,,You want some?" you cock an eyebrow, awaiting his reaction to your question.

,,I'll pass," he simply says, a little grossed out face overshadowing his sleepy features.

You giggle lightly, not hesitating to put the slice into your mouth since he turned your offer down.

While you chew your food, he walks around the island, standing behind you and placing his hands on your bump, rubbing it in gentle strokes. Your body automatically relaxes at his soothing touches and a sigh leaves your lips. You lean back and meet his bare chest. Jimin nuzzles his face into your neck. You hear his slow breathing near your ear, your skin tingling as soon as his warm breath hits your skin. He presses a few smooches on your neck, content sound emitting from him.

Despite the domestic and relaxing atmosphere you don't stay there longer anymore. Your back starts aching since you're standing in the kitchen for some time now. Briefly you consider to sit down at the table nearby, but you quickly realise that your stomach had enough of the peanut butter cucumber combination.

You close the peanut butter and take both viands to put them back to their place, but Jimin is quick to halt you.

,,Head to bed, baby," he says softly, grabbing the food from your hands.

You mutter a 'thank you' a little smile curling on your face after you press a peck onto his shoulder, too tired and worn out to stand on your tip toes and reach up for his lips. He gives your back a loving pat, before you turn around and waddle your way to our bedroom, already anticipating the warmness of the heavy blankets.

Once you get into bed you sigh relieved. You lie on your side, eyes peering at the door and waiting for Jimin to join you.

You hear him shutting of the water, probably because he cleaned the knife you used to slice the cucumber and dipped it into peanut butter After that, you hear him turning of the lights - hitting the light switch rather harshly. Only a few seconds later, his tranquil steps come closer, his slippers brushing against the floor at his lazy walk. Soon he enters your big bedroom, leaving the door ajar behind him. Then he walks around the king-sized bed, sliding into the sheets behind you and wrapping one arm over your bump. Jimin slightly hovers over you to peck your cheek, before resting his head on his pillow, snuggling his face into your neck.

Perhaps a few seconds later you feel this familiar feeling rushing through your body. You know exactly what it means after all this time.

,,Jimin?" you whisper into the dark, tilting your head to the side to get a glimpse of him.

,,Mhm?"

,,You're tired?" you ask, eyes trying to make out his face and body.

,,Why?"

,,I just..." Before you properly give him an answer you decide to wiggle your ass on his crotch, showing him instead of talking. He grips your hip at your action, groaning lightly.

,,You want it, baby?", his husky voice leaving your body in shivers.

,,Please," you beg, almost sounding whiny. Your hormones are turning you into a desperate wife in need. (You try to erase the thought that you sound the same in bed when you're not pregnant and Jimin is messing with you, teasing you in every way possible and turning you into a whimpering mess. These are your hormones, definitely nothing else.)

,,Let me grab lube," he says, the warmness of his body leaving your back.

You hear the sounds of him rummaging in his night stander and then closing it after he found the lube. You watch him as he pull his boxers down, only so far to free his cock.and takes his place behind you again. His hand slide up your grey nightgown from your knees to your stomach, revealing your black panty.

He lets a few spurts of the strawberry flavoured lube fall onto his cock. You grab his member behind you, pumping his big length up and down to get him hard, while he pulls your panty down, sliding one of his fingers through your folds and gathering your arousal that lightly build up there.

Jimin moans lightly, gripping your hip once again, but surely leaving marks this time. He gets fully hard after a few more strokes of your little hand working on his length. He grabs the lube again, coating his fingers with it and then he proceeds to rub it over your pussy, one finger sliding into your warmth as he does so.

Your breath hitches, eyebrows furrowed as he plunges another finger in you. You're pussy is so sensitive that it could cum from just a few strokes of his fingers.

,,Chim, please. I want your cock," you mutter.

He hums behind you, planting a kiss on your arm.

Jimin raises your leg a little and you guide him between your legs, rubbing his tip over your lubricated folds.

Your hand leaves his member, waiting for Jimin to sink himself into your core. He does and - oh fuck - it feels like heaven. If it wouldn't be for your 2 year-old son sleeping across from you in his room, a loud moan would be ringing throughout the room.

Slowly he buries his dick into you, stretching you open just like always.

,,Shit, baby," he curses under a breath, one hand pulling your raised leg down, that action causing your walls to get more tighter around him. ,,You're so tight. Shit."

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, suppressing all the moans that claw on your throat to let them out of you.

His hand palms your clothed breast, only squeezing it lightly before his fingers play with your nipple. He pinches them, already awaiting the small droplets of milk that will stain your nightgown. When your grey colour darkens where your nipple is he groans loudly, earning a nudge from your elbow. But how is he supposed to stay quiet at that beautiful sight? It's impossible. You're too caught up in relishing the delicious stretch of his throbbing cock to scold him for being too loud.

,,You're pregnant pussy feels so good, fuck," he breathes, slowly starting to move inside you.

Jimin is so deep inside, his tip kissing your cervix every time he lunges forward.

You press your face into the pillow, your moans and loud breaths getting swallowed by it.

Jimins hand trails down, nestling his hand between your legs to rub your clit in fast circles as his pace fastens.

During your pregnancy it doesn't take a lot to make you cum, your whole body reacting to everything twice as sensitive. You would love to feel always like that, every sensation doubling up in their pleasure and causing you to enjoy it even more than before.

So after a few seconds, you feel your climax approaching. Eyes shutting close when the sparks of euphoria buzz inside you without mercy and overwhelms all your senses.

,,I'm gonna cum," you muffle half into the pillow, warning him.

,,Cum all over your cock, baby. You can do it," Jimin encourages you, fingers adding more pressure on your swollen clit.

And that's all it takes for the sparks of pure pleasure to explode and drench you in their heavenly feeling, leaving your body trembling and squirming. Your walls clench around his cock and his fingers slow their motions. You bite down your lip so hard you're afraid that you'll bruise yourself, but staying quiet is much more important now.

,,You're so good baby," he pants, his thrusts getting sloppier as he chases his own high now.

You whine when you're clit gets to sensitive and nudge his hand between your legs. Instead he reaches for your boobs again, occupying himself with your full and milk-filled breast that are ready to feed his baby.

,,You're such a good mother," he mumbles rather to himself as he tweaks your nipple to get more milk out of you, big eyes watching the dark patch that gets bigger the more he plays with your milk filled tits. ,,I always want you like this. Always want to fill up your pussy and let you carry my babies. You're so fucking pretty like this." Jimin moans breathless, nuzzling his head into your neck as he feels himself loosing control over his sounds.

,,Fill me up," you tell him. ,,I want your cum in my pussy, Jimin."

,,You want that? Want to have your pussy stuffed with my seed?"

,,Y-yeah, please, I need it," you rasp.

,,What a fucking greedy wife I have," he says, his cock twitching inside you.

,,All yours. I'm all yours." The words leave your mouth before you can even think about it. Because it's true. Your all his and he's all yours.

,,This pussy belongs to me?"

,,Yes, it's all yours."

,,Fuck, that's right." A long and nearly whiny moan escapes from him, but he's quick to shut himself with biting at your neck.

With another deep thrust his cum coats your walls white and he can't prevent himself from moaning your name in a low groan. Spurts of cum shoot into you and he moves his dick till your tight walls get too much. He stays inside your warmth for a while, prepping kisses on your neck and softly running his hands over your bump.

,,I love you," he whispers, pressing a kiss on your lips now.

,,I love you," you reply a little smile tugging on your lips.

After sharing a few more kisses, he slowly pulls out, causing you to whimper. Jimin rubs your hip in an attempt to sooth you.

He quickly grabs some tissues behind him and he cleans your pussy that already started leaking with both your juices.

Then he stands up, pulling his briefs up again and throws the dirty tissues away. When he's back in the bed, Jimin slips your panty back on and slides your nightgown down again, tucking you under the sheets and keeping you all warm and safe. You ask yourself how he still has so much energy to do all of this, but he's not the pregnant one after all.

Your little session made you feel so much more relaxed and your back pain was also not there anymore. But your love making made your limbs grow more tired and so it's no surprise that you're eyes are already closed, murmuring a little 'good night' to Jimin.

,,Good night, love," he whispers, hand firmly placed on your stomach like every night.

Before you could drift of to dreamland though, you hear little foot steps walking towards your bedroom.

,,Daddy?" the tiny voice of your little boy echoes through the room, an alarming feeling settling within you.

Your eyes open immediately, taking Jihoon in and examining his whole little being to search for the reason why he showed up at your room. His teddy bear swaying over the floor as he clutches it tightly with his little hand, his big eyes - that look so much like his daddy's - looking at the both of you and his pouty lips - that again looks just like Jimin's - jutting out.

,,Jihoon-ie? What's wrong, little guy?" Jimin is the first one to respond.

,,Nightmare," your boy mutters, rubbing on eye with his tiny fist.

,,Come into bed, baby," you say, sliding closer to the edge of the bed to make room between Jimin and you. Creating some space for Jihoon to sleep on.

Jihoon instantly steps toward the bed. He has some troubles climbing onto it, but before Jimim can sit up to help him he's already on the bed - he learned from all the times he stepped by your bed at night when something was disturbing him to sleep alone and those times when he'd wake you up in the morning with jumping on the bed and throwing himself on your sleeping bodies. Jihoon crawls to the space between Jimin and you.

Jimin and you are both turned towards Jihoon, watching your boy getting comfortable under the sheets. Jihoon turns around to you, his small hand instinctively reaching for your bump and closing his eyes

,,goo' night," he mumbles, voice laced with tiredness.

,,Good night," Jimin replies.

A fond smile spread on your lips. You gently run your fingers through his soft hair, while Jimin strokes his back. Your fingers skim down to his forehead, lightly rubbing your thumb over his skin.

Only a few seconds later your eyes close again, your movement on his skin getting slower with every breath you take, but then again, before unconsciousness washes over you, a thought hits you.

If Jihoon would've come into the bedroom a few minutes earlier, he would surely be confused about what his parents where doing in bed. Oh God. That is definitely not something pleasant to think about before drifting to sleep.

You try to erase that thought, glad that everything just went smoothly without any interruptions that would end up with your son getting traumatised by his needy parents.

And luckily dreamland is only a few minutes away from you.

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Claws of Carnality | jjk (m) (12)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: abo/werewolf and fantasy

Rating: 18+/nsfw

Word Count: 18,600 words

Summary: A bond borne before dreams only grows stronger as you and your alpha make real your love as it is drawn in blood, sweat and tears.

Warnings: mentions of breeding, dom!jungkook, alpha!jungkook, alpha!Taehyung (he’s a bit of a cocky one this one), alpha!Jimin (best friends take after each other ig) sub!reader, omega!reader, cursing, praising, possessive!jungkook, LOTS OF TEASING, dirty talk, (blood) marking, mentions of breeding/ruts/heats, mentions of a mark, slick and pre-ejaculatory production, scent marking, scenting, fingering, begging, praise kink, breeding/impreg kink, character injury (someone gets hurt, but it isn’t serious)

A/N: This chapter should have been out far before now. I had so much I wanted to fit into this chapter and I kept going back to look at it only to erase page after page because I wasn’t happy with it. I really wanted to pack the fight into this one as you guys have been requesting for so long now, but I just didn’t feel like the time was right yet. Needless to say that I have worked for weeks on this chapter and to make up for my lack of posts, it is MUCH longer than my usual chapters. I hope you guys like it. I know I did. :)

As always, please let me know what you thought about this! Your comments and feedback are like cool rain after a hot summer day!

Series Masterlist / Previous Chapter

Silence scatters over the throng of wolves in the grassland with only the crackling of the fiercely burning fires alight in bronzed braziers along the stage and in carved brass lanterns hanging from the thick boughs of the trees circling the plain.

The wind does not breathe and your own breaths become stifled in the way that your lungs reject it.

Involuntarily, your eyes shut and you turn your face into your alpha’s chest, your back curling inward and your fingers gripping into his shirt.

No, no, no, no, please. Not him. No, anything but him. Keep him away. Keep him away from me!

Your thoughts run rampant and if you weren’t already in your alpha’s arms, your legs would have already brought you far, far from here.

Your alpha responds by protectively wrapping his arms even tighter around you, a low rumble reverberating from his chest and rising through his throat at the arrival of the new threat.

Ahead, a tawny-furred wolf stands proud atop the knoll overlooking the prairie, his eyes set only on you.

You can’t see him, but you can feel the bite of that devouring stare from where you are nestled in your intended’s arms. You grab at your alpha’s shirt even tighter, your fingernails curving into your soft flesh of your palm as you shake your head against your alpha as if doing so will make this all go away.

Your lungs burn because air will not fill them and it is as if ice as begun to freeze over your very veins in the fear that chills you to the bone as the wolf beyond jumps from the knoll, the crunch of the grass beneath his paws growing louder as he stalks closer.

It’s as if with each step, a piece of hail strikes your insides and it’s all you can do to stutter, “J-Jungkook.”

“I know, my love,” Your alpha nudges at the cheek you haven’t hidden in the folds of his blazer as he tells you, “I once told you that I used to watch over you. That means that I am aware of everything he tried to do to you,” his voice lowers and you do not see the way the shadows mar his features as he divulges, “And I shall you protect you from him now as I have for all these years. I will not let him near you and if he attempts to touch you, I shall make sure he knows just how sharp my fangs and claws really are. This, I promise to you.”

It takes a few moments for his oath to reach you with the frost that has seeped through your body and suspended proper blood flow that has numbed your very reactions. It is only the warmth of his words and the heat of his body that keep you from shutting down as your body wants to.

You try to open your one eye that peeks out from his blazer you’ve subconsciously buried your face in, but it’s as if your eye has been thawed shut and it takes some effort for you to wrench it open to stare up at him as you stammer again, “Y-you…what do you mean by ‘protect me as you have been?’ Does that mean…”

Your alpha nods before he descends to your temple and against your skin, he mouths, “Yes, my beloved. It is exactly what you are thinking,” his lips press against your brow, “all those times he tried to chase you through the forest when you would go there to be free from the responsibilities of being the one and only caretaker of the pack’s pups and in being the granddaughter of the Lead Elder who is charged with enforcing the rules and laws of our pack,” he brings his mouth to your right brow, his lips light as a bird’s wing as he admits, “It must have been so difficult for you, my love, to bear not only the task of nurturing the children, but also being the right-hand of the regulator of our ancient codes once your mother fell ill.”

He was right.

You’d barely turned eight before the first few litters of pups had been deposited on your doorstep and with your mother bed-ridden with the sickness that had driven your father into in incurable sadness, it had been left to you to care for the pups whose parents had needed someone to look after them while they went on hunts, harvests, heats or ruts. Any could go on for days at a time-and in the in latter cases, weeks at a time- and eventually, your den was too small to house you and the younglings, so you’d had to move to the schoolhouse that had been newly built by the compound’s skilled architects that had been tasked with creating an adjoining den amid the schoolhouse for all unpresented youth to stay in.

As you were the descendent of the Lead Elder and your mother had been the Keeper of Tomes- the ancient texts that proclaimed the history and edicts of the lupine- both had passed on their knowledge to you from the early age of four and it quickly became the expectation of both them and the rest of the pack that you would be their second voice. As the custodian of the young, it had been you that had been tasked with teaching the ways of the wolf upon the acclaim you’d earned as the devoted and kind watcher of the pups that had loved you as their second mother.

So much responsibility it had been for you, and every now and then when freedom called for you, you followed it’s beckoning song to the forest where you could stretch your limbs and feel the whistle of the wind against your fur whilst the greenery of the woodland streaked past you at the high speeds your paws brought you.

The forest all too quickly became a sanctum to you, but with each generation of pups that were brought under your care, it became harder and harder to heed the greenwood’s call. With the children constantly under your tutelage, you could scarcely have a moment of solitude. You gave everything you had to tending to those placed under your care and at the age of eleven, you became the schoolmaster, your well-versed practice in instruction and fostering the youth earning you the eyes of the compound as you became the talk of the pack.

It was not long after that many began to find their way to your old den with intent to arrange for bonding with you when you hadn’t even yet presented, but nonetheless, your parents received stacks of gifts left on your doorstep day after day as hopeful wolves attempted to get into the good graces of your family.

Per the laws that you yourself were tasked with teaching to the older pups, you could and did reject the furs the chests of jewelry that were left for you. The code had stipulated that should an omega deny another wolf’s articles of intent, they had to deliver such items back to them to affirm their sureness in their decision and make an official show of their rejection.

That regulation had almost changed because of you.

It had taken you all but one time to place the gifts he had left on the ground in front of his den before your scent had dripped like a philter from under the slot of his door and you’d only caught a glimpse of eyes darkened by delirium before your stomach had dropped to the pit of your body.

You never returned there again.

Words had not stopped him. Only your claws and your paws could in how quickly they had carried you from that place as fear plunged you into a chase that did not end until the silvery moonlight that reached for you from between the trees became golden and peeked down on you from atop the creek where your aching legs had given out, the tears falling in time with your hastened heartbeat that did not slow until hours had passed and relief coaxed away the fear.

He never reached you there. Once a month for years after, he pursued you into forest when you had a moment of respite from the pups and their parents. He’d never found you there.

And you’d never stopped to think about why.

You swallow around a dry throat and try to lick at your lips, but it’s as if your tongue is leaden in your mouth when you try, “It was you. It was you that kept him away from me,” your voice cracks as you prod, “It was always you that I felt watching me from afar when I could no longer move….it was you that I heard howling in the forest after you,” you attempt to clear your throat, “after you saved me from him.”

Your mate lowers his head until his cheek rests against yours and he rubs you back and forth there while he confirms, “Yes, my love. It’s always been me. That was the most I could do for you when you were so young,” his eyes become glassy in the pain that becomes them as he confides, “I thought that, since I was an alpha, I would only scare you off and so I could only watch from afar the first time to ensure you were alright. I went to your father shortly after because I could not stand to watch you shed tears. It broke my heart to see you so shackled by terror, my sweet girl,” he clutches you closer, his voice tinged with emotion, “I knew from the first time I saw you that you were my mate, but your father forbade me from entering any sort of relationship with you beyond serving as your nameless, faceless protector until you presented and I agreed to that because as long as I could make sure you were safe, that was enough for me.”

Warmness singes away the cold verglas that had rimed you over. It thaws like ice caps over the hills, the sun’s rays that are him bringing life back to your numbed body as you find your voice and lift your head from the folds of his blazer, one of your hands rising to lay along his cheek as your brows come together and fondness stares him back in the eyes as you say, “Jungkook, I…”

He lets you swipe your thumb along his cheekbone, his flesh hot from under your fingers and your heart swells with emotion that is like the tide in the way it flows and washes over you entirely unyielding and never ending.

You angle your head to the side and your alpha does the same as you place your other hand where his heart beats erratically in the same wild tempo as yours as you lean close and confess, “I love you, alpha. All this time, you never left my side, and now I vow I won’t ever leave yours. No matter what happens, I love you and only you.”

Your mate doesn’t cast his gaze away from you, his irises brightening until they shine like stars and your chest flutters with tenderness at that.

“I love you more than words can say, my sweet,” Jungkook hums when you dip your head to nuzzle at his mastoid with your nose, the oils along his scent glands coating you in his essence as you mark yourself on him. “Mmm, but you know that already, don’t you?”

You nod in answer, and, with his pheromones distracting you, you don’t hear the way the grasses are crushed under the approaching wolf’s feet.

“Yes, I know that, and I want to show you how much I love you,” you whisper, possession over your intended incensing you as you breathe him in and his essence clouds you to anything but him as your lips skim along the thick muscle that bulges out along his neck and when your alpha groans in satisfaction, you smile against his skin, “I wish to show how much I want you,” you close your lips over the gland, “and when you touch me, I want you and everyone else to see what you do to me."

“I’m going to do so much more than touch you when we are away from here, omega. Tell me what you want right now, my love, and it is yours,” he doesn’t bother to hide the way he bites his lip, “I will do anything you ask.”

“Kiss me again, alpha,” you let your tongue slide from your mouth, entirely oblivious to the other wolf that nears you both as you flatten it against his scent gland, the taste of blooming gardenia, black vanilla and freshly matured pear splaying seductively against your tastebuds as your tongue ascends up and down like he’d done to you when he’d eaten from your sex earlier. He shudders against you when you suckle the gland between your teeth as you utter, “Lick me like you did when you-ah…”

There’s a growl and then one hand slides down to your ass and suddenly you are sitting upright, your legs instinctively wrapping around his middle and then his lips are on yours, your arms encircling his neck and you need no prompting to part your mouth as his own tongue claims you. He runs it along the side of your mouth until it pushes against one of your cheeks and he when he shifts his weight, the hard length that cries for you under his trousers presses at your backside and you moan loudly at that, the hot length of him darting to your lips and when your tongue brushes his, he sucks it into his own mouth.

Your pre-heat fever flares fiercely in your belly, your words fueled by the need to be claimed by him as you tell him, “Take off my collar, my love, and take the offerings of my kiss and my body that I shall give entirely to you once you’ve won for me.”

Neck coverings were mandated to be worn by unmated, unpresented omegas. To be without one was to invite any alpha in the vicinity to sink their teeth into the soft skin and forever bind an omega to them whether they wanted it or not.

To ask an alpha to detach the neckband of an omega, the sole barrier between a mark and an irrevocable, irreversible bond…it was the ultimate display of consent to belong to that alpha in mind and in soul as a wolf can only bond once in their entire lifetime to a single mate.

For an omega to give permission to alpha to remove their neckband… it was a declaration of intent to mate with them. It was also a provocation to all whom the omega had denied.

By asking your alpha to withdraw your choker, you were accepting Jungkook as your lifelong counterpart and acknowledging him as your protector against those that would be tempted at the sight and scent of you that, once removed, your choker could no longer fully disperse.

A pureblood omega, the moonstone imbued in your choker was only able to mask half your scent, but once taken off, your uncovered glands would produce oils that, because of your untainted bloodline as one descended from the progenitors of your race, would make the alphas in the vicinity produce their own taint in want of you.

Your mate chuckles with your lip caught between his teeth, “You’ll make us all go feral, you little minx. Are you sure about this?”

That your alpha asks about your resolve only makes you want him more. You had heard stories of omegas far less fortunate in the compound who had not been given the chance to answer such a question.

It makes you burn all the more for him.

You press yourself close enough that your breasts push against his pectorals, one of your hands finding its place in his locks as you breathe in his musky scent, your own slick sliding down your thigh to join the dried blood he’d left there from scraping his fingernail over the bitemarks he’d put there in the forest.

You thank the gods your dress got bunched up in the flurry of earlier movements and that somehow one of his hands has managed to burrow under the fabric so that it rests against your skin. The skirt of your gown covers you from the watchful eyes around you, but that little decency can’t hide the way his palm slides down to hold the underside of your ass and when your slick drips down on his fingers, that’s when you bring your mouth behind his ear to say, “That is for you. You’ve already driven me over the edge just as you said you would,” you wriggle your hips, your core sliding against the tent in his pants and you both groan before you breathe, “now it’s time for you to lose control for your mate just like she has lost hers for you.”

When strong fingers twist into your hair and he pulls your head until it falls back, you arch your back in submission as he mutters, “Gods, you really were made for me,” his digits trail down until they clasp the metal securing your moonstone choker, “Once I take this off, I won’t be able to stop myself from falling prey to my primal urges that will be entirely your doing. I’ve done my best to keep it contained, but there will be nothing to inhibit me from you once I do,” he leans over you, one of his hands intertwining in your own in an impressive display of strength and devoted intimacy before he cautions, “I’m going to become colder and more aggressive than you’ve seen before, but believe me when I say that whatever I may do, it is all for you. We alphas become…territorial and possessive over our mates. So prepare yourself, little one.”

Your mind flashes to when he’d thrown Taehyung into a tree with so much force that it had broken in half. To when he’d spoken with a viciousness that exuded such unbreakable confidence.

Your core clenches at that. It had been hot to see him go feral over you. Because of you.

With the aphrodisiac of his pheromones that make your mind hazy to anything but him, you keep your eyes on him as you lift the fingers of your free hand and in one swift movement, the metalwork and strings attaching the furs he’d given you fall to his feet as you entreat him, “Nothing will change the fact that I am in love with you, Jeon Jungkook,” you squeeze his hand in reassurance, “Come, my alpha. Let me present to you what has always been yours and exhibit to all that question us just how besotted you are for your omega.”

He smirks, “As you wish, my lady. I accept your gracious offerings. And I will fight for the desires of us both with everything I have. And with everything that I am.”

With that, he brings your chest closer to his, his head tilting before lowering until his teeth close over the fastenings of your choker on each side of the nape of your neck. The chromium around the edges pushes into your skin as he pulls against it, and with a series of clicks, one side opens for him.

The first sliver of your flesh exposed, he licks his lips and, slowly, he ascends as you confide, “I know you will, alpha,” he descends again to the other side, his teeth latching onto the other clasp and tugging to the side.

Shockingly little was left in the tomes about what happened to one of the lupi antiquis when the alpha was exposed to the temptation of their omegean soulmate whose pheromones only activated fully in the receival of their alpha to them.

Those pages had been ripped out long, long ago.

The only leaflet that remained had foretold that the alpha’s own impulses would be released and unrestrained to the point that he would go into a frenzy of carnality over his omega and that a desperate, ferocious mania would overwhelm him were his mate to be separated or taken from him.

The moment the smooth material is dislodged from you, your scent gland expands along the side of your mastoid with the moonstone no longer constricting it and, with your pores exposed to the alpha before them, they salivate for him. Their sweet, succulent smell dances erotically under his nostrils and undulates along his tongue until the tang has his eyes rolling back as he curses, “Fuck…”

“Is it that strong?” You cock your head to the side.

He breathes in deeply, his throat cloying in the thick, heady quintessence of you that is lathered down his throat. “You,” he inhales again, his teeth pulling his lower lip under, “your musk has gotten so much stronger since the first time I smelled this neck of yours without anything covering it,” his head falls, his fangs enlarging and growing in size with his member as your essence fondles him, “I was…hardly able to get within a mile from you in the forest where I left you before the hunt. I could not resist you any longer than that and could not bring myself to stop when I took myself into my own hand for over three hours until I was too sensitive and had milked myself dry… because of you.”

You purr at the thought.

He growls.

“Please, alpha.“

His eyes narrow on your lips, “Look at that…you’re already begging for me. I’ve been training you well, little one,” dark irises tread down your own flushed chest, “I thought about this when I was running my hands down my cock earlier and wishing it was you. I pictured and played around with naughty, naughty scenarios of you reacting to me when I told you what you had done to me.”

You whine, your fingers rising up his chest and the moment you let your nails drag over the pounding gland along the side of his neck, large and long fingers encircle your wrist, his chest heaving under the pheromones of you that thrust away oxygen and fill his mind with nothing but you.

Somehow the speed and strength with which he acted upon has your legs wanting to bring him deeper between them.

“Don’t move,” your mate orders, “Don’t,” he swallows with effort, “if you do, I do not think I shall be able to keep myself here. I will chase you.”

Long ago, you would have been struck by fear at the thought, but you knew that if the wolf tailing you were that of the male in front of you, well…

That fear would be crushed under his paws until only excitement’s print was left in its wake.

Your expression cracks and he knows it when your voice softens, “You know that I would have no qualms with you running after me,” you place your lips along the freckle under his lower lip to mouth, “Because I trust you,” your tongue flattens along his chin as you lick up, “and you would never harm me unless I asked you to.”

You had oozed the aroma of sex before, but now…now you were drowning him it.

Your choker that had served its purpose in containing the concoction of your sweet spice joins his furs on the grass, his mouth parting as his incisors elongate even more from his throbbing gums in an entirely instinctual reaction as he stares hotly at your exposed neck and husks, “I can’t keep my fangs in anymore, my mate. You smell too good,” he brings a hand up until his knuckles glide along the oily flesh of the column of your throat, his digits gliding down and down until they sweep between the ‘v’ of your bodice and you don’t silence yourself from whining when his nail runs along the side of your breast that peeks from between your gown as he lowers his voice, “Good enough to eat again and again and again.” His mouth inches closer to your now bare neck, your scent gland pulsating enticingly for him as you let your free hand coast along his chest while he’s deluged in your pheromones that empty the world of anything beyond you and when he blows warm air against your jugular, you squirm only for him to croon, “You sounded so pretty with my tongue in your wet little pussy, omega…I wonder how you’d sound with my teeth right here,” a sharp fang glissades along your gland glinting sinfully in the bloodred moonlight, your core clenching as the fingers on your ass curl inward before he goes, “this is such a good spot for marking, you know. I bet you’ll moan for me when my teeth are buried here while my cock fills you to the brim. You’ll know nothing but my name when you whimper from all the pleasure only your soulmate can give you.”

A tsunami of desire has dragged him under its current and you can see in his eyes the waters of desire that eddy back and forth, your own cascading over you as he sniffs you and stutters your name. With each breath he takes, the control he’d had over himself sinks until only the smallest bit remains.

Your own control had slumbered over your instinct the first time you’d really breathed in his scent.

It had made you a pining, whining mess of slick and drool and your impulses of craving for him had been so strong that you had come all over the furs he’d given you.

“I could fuck you right here,” Jungkook’s hand slides dangerously close to where your body sobs in the absence of him, your own preheat spell hooking you into your own instincts as you close your legs tighter around his middle, “it would be so easy with how wet you are for me. Do you want me to get you off right here before I go battle for you? Is that why you won’t let me go from between your legs?”

“Alpha,” your breath hitches when his index finger teasingly delves between your sodden folds, your cheeks filling with blood as you blush, “You must…must try to-”

“What, my love? Try to control myself?” His digit lazily slews back and forth, your thighs constricting around him, “I didn’t hear you saying that when you were rutting against my leg, nor when you rode my face in the forest.” His cock twitches when you shudder at his words, “I wanted to take you so badly and the denial of you for so long hurts, little one. It hurts to just stand here while your pretty cunt sobs for me.”

“Jungkook,” you shakily reply, his finger swirls around your sex, “I know it’s hard, but you’re going to make me lose what little collar I have around my own want for you .”

You didn’t know what you’d been expecting when he took off your neckband, but you’d been so caught up in instinct that you hadn’t considered the repercussions of baring yourself for him with his purebred impulses. The urges that raged in you and your mate as purebred descendants of the lupi antiquis, the progenitors of the werewolf species, were increased a hundredfold over the mixed race of wolves sired in bloodlines that had been diluted by excessive mating between different partners in the uncontrollable ruts and heats that drove them to couple with any wolf in the vicinity under the influence purely of instinct to breed and be bred.

Your own pre-heat is beginning to cause muscle spasms of your sex that you have no control over and they are only exacerbated in the presence of your mate when he lowers your ass against his enlarged member and you bite your tongue when his length pushes against you as he says, “You shouldn’t be giving me ideas right now, little one. I’m so hard for you. Don’t you feel me? Don’t you see how badly I need you?”

You moan when the tip of his digit prods your hole and the wolves behind you gnarr at the sound.

“I feel you, my love, but the other wolves, they will chain and restrain you if they realize y-“

“Meager chains cannot contain me if you are at the end of them. No elder nor alpha stopped me from fucking you senseless before. ” His fangs drag along the flesh of your neck, your wolf bowing its head in submission and you can’t help yourself from tilting your head to the side to give him access as he eyes the gland that pounds for him, “You loved it, my beautiful mate. You wanted it and you want me still. I can smell it on you. I can feel it in the way you wet my fingers in your delicious slick that is making my mouth water and my cock cry.”

Neither of you notice the way the air itself becomes heavier as it becomes pregnant with the seed of slick and taint; your own makes every alpha of breed-able age leak with pre-ejaculate fluid and your mate’s sudden increased flow of his own that your scent all but milks him of induces the slick of all omegas that have reached maturity.

His mind is clouded by your pheromones and his eyes are hazy with lust by now as he slurs, “Let me deflower you more, omega. I know how to make you come,” he slides his index finger up into your sex to the knuckle, your eyelashes flittering as you tighten around him and a hitched breath leaves you as his other hand grips at your waist to support you when you buck against him, “You’re naughty, my love, for letting me take you with my fingers while all these people are around. Tell me, what do you think all these wolves will make of you getting off on your alpha when they stand only a few feet away?”

“Gods,” you plead in a hushed tone, “My love,” you put one hand on each side of his face so that he can look nowhere but into your eyes, your brows coming together in concern that he carefully wrap around each word as you offer, “You’re falling so deep into your urges,” you have to swallow the moan that nearly leaves you when he withdraws his finger only to thrust it inside you as you continue, “I want you, gods, I do. But you promised to fight for the desires of us both with your body,” you furtively glance upward to where, a few feet away, your grandmother and the assembly of elders stand on the edge of the stage before you peer to the side, the line of alphas and their omegas standing and drooling at the sight of you and you don’t dare glance backwards at the three alphas with matching looks of disdain on their countenances despite the engorged members that stand to attention from beneath their pants as you remind your alpha, “And you cannot very well fight for me if your fingers are inside of me.”

“I’ve always excelled at doing multiple things at once,” his finger curls in a come hither motion and then he’s grinning as he stares at the whites of your eyes, the pupils disappearing beneath your lidded lashes, “I let you suck me off like a good little omega and I made you come all over my foot that I watched you rut on,” his digit is propelled into you once more, a whimper loosing itself from your lips as his eyes narrow, “that you cannot even go more than a few moments without me only proves that I managed to not only seduce you, but addict you to me,” his eyes grow darker when you clench around him in answer and then another finger is being slid inside you as he says, “You cannot even deny it, for your body will only betray you if you do.”

And he’s right, you can’t. To deny that would be to lie, and you could not lie to your alpha.

You bury your face in his neck, the tip of your ears red as a cherry.

“I cannot help that, alpha,” you gasp when he curves both digits against your silken walls as you admit, “The moon above knows that I tried.”

“And try as I have to curb my cravings for you, omega,” he draws out his digits only to impel them back inside you, your slick glazing him in your quintessence, “I need to taste your sweet juices again,” you mewl when his hand moves smoothly down until the fingers of his other hand wrap around your thigh and he squeezes at the same time that his fingers churn your insides, “and you must let me make you cum once more, beautiful mate of mine. The urge to fuck will not leave me until I have thoroughly satisfied my omega.”

“Here?” You bite at his blazer, the thick material masking your wanton sound, “Now? Is there,” you can’t stop your fingers from knotting into his shirt when another of his digits finds its place along the engorged bud planted between your legs and then your mouth is parting, “Is there no other way to quell your urges, my love?”

“None that will leave you clothed or quiet.”

His words leave your taint spilling over him and his pupils dilate until the black of them swallows the color from them, his fingers arcing within you whilst his thumb circles your clit and you’re too far gone to notice the sound of fabric tearing as your teeth shred the ashen cloth between them.

“You just had…we just-“

“It’s not enough, my love. I will never get enough of you,” his digits recede and before you can whimper, you’re being filled with not two, but three fingers that are slid slowly into you as he utters, “It matters not that I had you in the forest. The wolf in me is famished for only you,” his hand leaves your thigh and his red-streaked fingers that he’d rubbed along the bitemarks down there are slow to take your chin between them, his blown pupils catching on the black fabric of his blazer nestled between your lips and that sight has him twitch below you before he’s husking, “And if you want me to return to some semblance of sanity, hard as that is when you look, taste and smell so delectable,” he tilts your head back and you, heady with need for him, let him as his long tongue reaches for you and when it writhes against your bare neck, that’s when you keen as he tells you, “you’ll just have to fuck that into me.”

Even in the haze of lust that has taken him over, you see the creature you have fallen in love with. And you could no sooner deny him of you than the moon could reject the embrace of the night sky she coupled with every night.

“Do you need your omega, Pack Alpha?” You breathe.

“Fuck, yes, my mate. Need you so much. Give me permission to have my way with you before I start rutting into the nearest tree with your ruined panties in my mouth.”

Your walls close around his fingers that pump in and out of you at that.

He had not hesitated to take care of you when you’d become lost to your desires because of him. You had made him wait long enough. It was time you returned the favor.

Even if that meant that all eyes were attached to the both of you. As long as your alpha was sated, that was all that mattered to you.

You open your mouth, the thin scrap of fabric falling from your lips as you entreat, “Come, alpha, and indulge in your mate. Feed off me now and after, I shall let you feast on me to your heart’s content.”

“Gods, so you’re so good to me, my love,” he propels his digits inside of you and bends them at the same time his thumb swirls around the cluster of nerves arranged at the apex between your thighs, “So fucking good for me.”

You close your eyes as his tongue dips down between your collarbones and flicks against the sensitive skin there while he holds your chin between the fingers of his other hand.

“Look at me, little one. I want to see you while I please you,” he breathes before he nicks your tender skin with his fang, his tongue quick to fondle the wound as a small, sharp slice of pain has your eyelids fluttering open in silent submission.

Strangely, that sensation is pleasurable to you, but you don’t have time to think much on it before he’s plunging a fourth finger within you and that has your eyelids open as you make a sound of sheer desperation for him, your sight attracted immediately to his and it’s clear that he’s just as gone for you as you are for him with one of his pupils glazed over and swollen with lust while the other is bulbously clear with love for you.

“You’re swallowing my fingers whole right now, my omega,” he “You take four fingers so well for me… I could put my cock into you right now with how ready you are for me, little one,” he groans when your walls constrict around him, his tongue laving at the other side of your neck until you’re drenched in him as he arches a brow, “Aroused, aren’t you?” he pushes every finger knuckle-deep, your back bowing inward as you claw at his shirt while he rubs at your clit as he teases, “Does it get you going when you think about me shoving my knot into you over and over again until all you know is your alpha and how good it will feel to be pounded by me?”

“Yes, alpha, please-“

“That’s right, omega, beg,” he stares hotly at you, his fingers easily stretching you open and hitting the clump of nerves deep within you as you clamp your legs around him whilst he thrusts his digits inside you faster and faster each time before he says, “You make your alpha even hungrier for you when you plead for him.”

“Please, Jungkook. I thought I could last longer for you, but,” You swallow around a scratchy throat from all the noises you’ve been making, your thighs beginning to shake with how tightly you press him between them, “I’m close already with how you use me,” you confess, “with how you screw me.”

There is no filter to halt your vulgarity now. It has since dissipated with your oncoming heat that you can feel slipping into you with each impetus of your mate’s wonderfully long, perfect fingers.

“Damn it all, omega,” He curses, his pace quickening as he sucks harshly on the spot nestled between your neck and shoulder until a reddened petal blossoms there, “Your heat is upon you, isn’t it? Is that why you are falling apart for me so soon?”

“Ngh,” you attempt to find words, but he is relentless in the continual sheathing of his fingers into you. “y-yes. A-almost there, Jungkook. I’m almost there.”

“You look so irresistible while you’re getting fucked,” he tells you while he drives his digits into you, “and when that heat of yours demands you to be spread those legs and take your alpha’s knot, I’ll ravish you until you are a drooling, moaning mess on the bed I have lain with no other in,” he laps at the veins protruding along the other side of your neck and doesn’t stop until he’s laving it along the shell of your ear, “Now say my name, omega. Call it out for all to hear so that no one may question your need of me. After you do, I’ll make everyone watch me drink up your delicious nectar. And I,” he extracts all four digits only to insert them all in one fluid motion, the tip of each finger hitting your g-spot and your nails puncture the shirt of his that has been knotted in your palm as he growls into your ear, “I shall relish every single drop that pours forth for me from that pretty pussy of yours.”

Your core is instantly set aflame in the ire of desire at that.

“Alpha,” you cry out as you both swim in the sea of temptation, “Please, give me my release.”

“Louder, my love,” he brings his mouth forth until it hovers near your own, his eyes roving down and then back as his pace intensifies, a grunt releasing itself from him when you contract your walls around him, “Give me more and more of you.” Thoughts elude you in favor of the fingers that intrude you, your mouth falling open in an ‘o’ when his thumb pushes and whorls itself over the bundle of nerves that flower your sex as he pummels you with his fingers, “Give me everything.”

And honestly, how could you refuse him?

“Jungkook,” his name reaches wantonly for the ears of all wolves in the valley as you whimper it out, and no sooner have you heeded him than he plunges all four digits within you, his thumb fatally pressing down as he gyrates it along your clit.

It takes only his tongue to make you fall apart after that.

“I believe it’s just about time to feed your alpha again, omega,” his tongue dances along the edge of your lips before twisting into your mouth as he collects your saliva and he hums in satisfaction, “Mmm, good as that was, I want you to feed me more, my love. I want your juices to join your spit in my mouth,” he shoves his fingers into you once, twice, and then he pulls you down over the member that wails for you just as you do for him and then he orders, “Finish for me, omega, and let me have another taste of you.”

Your sex spasms around his digits on his command and your slick slides down his hand as he glides his digits in and out of you to help you ride your orgasm as he coasts his lips over your own to drink in your sounds of pleasure.

When he detaches from you, he heaves with the air he’d stolen from you, “Good girl.”

You hardly can respond beyond blushing.

Your alpha withdraws his soddened hand from between your legs and, to support you, he plants his other along your ass before bringing his soiled palm to his lips and laying his tongue along the base of where his hand meets his wrist before it is dragged upward toward his fingers, your thick essence collecting on his tongue, You watch, entranced by the way he closes his eyes to savor your flavor as he groans, “Fuck, I could get drunk off of this. So tangy and sweet,” he pops his index finger in his mouth, “and,” he’s sticking his middle finger in next, “all,” his ring finger disappears between his lips, “for,” his pinky is the last to be dipped within his mouth, “me.”

You lick your lips in answer.

He smiles smugly, his usual mischievousness returning to fleck an iris as familiar playfulness rings around his other pupil before he offers,” Can you stand? I do believe that people will begin to think some rather obscene things if I hold you like this for much longer.”

You laugh and tell him yes and he lowers you gingerly to the ground, but it’s too much to be that far from him, so you take a step into him, but your thighs seem to have other plans as numbness greys your movement and you stumble.

To anyone else, it looks like your alpha simply closed what little distance was between you, each of his hands gripping the underside of your forearm as a knowing look passes over his features before he’s cocking his head, “Still tripping all over yourself for me, huh? How precious,” he simpers, “I’ll make sure you know the many other ways I can bring you to your knees for me, pretty girl.”

You cheeks burn hotter at that. Someone clears their throat and then-

“Well, that was quite the display, Pack Alpha,” the tawny furred wolf drags out the name in obvious disdain whilst he shifts, his furs stripping themselves away from him as he rises on his hind legs until his skin is tanned as the desert sands and eyes brown like tree bark glare at him from behind your back as he speaks, “And here I was thinking that I’d made a grand enough entrance to distract you enough that you wouldn’t even think about doing to her what you just did.”

To everyone else, it had simply looked as if your alpha had been holding you tenderly. Your increased production of pheromones could easily be explained by the loss of your neckband and your alpha had been safe to act the way he had with you given he could use such an easy explanation to answer to such questionings since it was forbidden for an unmated alpha to touch an omega.

It seemed, however, that you could not fool him, the wolf that had chased you into the forest and wracked you with fear while your mate had stood guard over you then as he does now.

“And what did I do, Min Yoongi? As far as I can tell,” golden eyes sear into brown ones whilst he challenges, “It is only natural that my omega produces the taint of longing for her alpha. I have done no wrong and you would be wise to avoid accusations.”

“Oh, but you have, Jeon Jungkook. I know what you’ve done with her. I saw you in the forest,” he jerks his chin to the side to the two wolves that leer lecherously at you, though you do not see them, “Taehyung has never been very good at keeping his mouth shut, you see.”

The same fear that had frozen you in place before begins to turn your blood cold and your mate gently lets you down, his free hand ushering you behind his back as a low, dangerous growl reverberates through the air. “Is that a threat, Min Yoongi? Be careful about what your next words are. They may be your last.”

Yoongi laughs mirthlessly, “Of course it is a threat, Pack Alpha, “ he spits the words with disgust, “Word carries fast among us alphas. Surely you know this, or have you been too busy between her legs to notice?”

Before the elders can question anything, your grandmother intervenes as the whispers spread like wildfire among the wolves.

“Pack Alpha Jungkook has already been chosen by Omega Y/N, Min Yoongi. Whatever claim to her you attempt to make, you may only do so now by challenging the alpha she has selected to be her intended,” she holds her head high when she proclaims, “Per our code, there is but one exception where an alpha may touch an unmated omega prior to mating, but only if the gods have bestowed on them a divine bond that could no sooner keep them apart than the stars from the moon in the night sky.” She does not pause when the other male wrinkles his nose while she asserts, “Should you wish to challenge your Pack Alpha, you go against the judgement of the gods as the two wolves beside you have chosen to do.”

She’s hardly finished and already the male before you is speaking, “I challenge he who has been chosen by the omega and all that challenge him,” Yoongi gives an unimpressed look to your alpha as Jungkook glowers, a deep rumbling sounding from his throat in warning as the male goes on, “I offer all the gifts I have left on her doorstep for the past ten years that have been returned to me,” the tawny-haired wolf makes to step forward toward you, but your mate’s back hunches over in warning, his claws retracting from the skin between his fingers as danger flashes in his eyes while Yoongi picks an invisible fleck of dust off his shoulder.

Uneasiness has you trembling behind your mate, but you are not left to dwell on it for long. Your mate slides one arm behind his back to offer you his hand, tuned to you as ever with the melody of your breathing becoming irregular and hastened in the emotion that clogs your lungs.

You take it without a second thought, your fingers twining around his as he puts his other arm out in a protective stance over you before he furtively glances back to check on you. “It’s alright, love. I’ve got you.”

“I used to wonder about something,” the other male starts and Jungkook waits to avert his concerned gaze away from you until you’ve nodded with a fondness that saturates your eyes that is suffocating for the other male to watch as he sighs, “the jewelry, dresses, trinkets and baubles that I used to leave for her,” Yoongi pauses, the dots connecting when Jungkook’s lips rise, his expression hardening as he bares his teeth, “they always used to reek of something absolutely putrid. Would you happen to have something to do with that, Pack Alpha?”

“As a matter of fact, I did, Min Yoongi,” Jungkook taunts, “It was an absolute pleasure to leave traces of my scent all over everything I was tasked by her very father to bring back to you so that you would think not of her, but of the dangerous creature you’d unleash if you thought of trying anything with she who would become my mate.” Yoongi barks in annoyance and Jungkook doesn’t even flinch, “After all, her father did leave it to me to guard her after your first and failed pursuit of her,” your mate’s fingers squeeze your own and then he provokes the other male with the flick of a brow, “You didn’t think I hunted you down in the forest and left you a mess of tattered fur, broken claws and chipped teeth every month after she first bled was all just for sport, now did you?”

Fire rages in the other male’s expression and he seethes, “You’re going to lose not only your rank, but your bitch, Pack Alpha,” the male leches you, a maniacal look contorting his features and your gut twists uncomfortably when he decides, “and when you’re bleeding out on the ground out here by yourself, I’ll make sure I make her scream so loud that you’ll hear her,” he protracts his claws, your mate’s eyes narrowing as he threatens, “I’ll ensure you never forget how she sounds when a real alpha takes what is his and pumps seed into her until she’s full of his pups.”

Your mate’s lips part to bare his teeth and were your legs not trembling both out of fear and weakness your mate had wracked on them, you’d have already ripped the other male’s tongue out.

“It seems you do not know what it is to be an alpha, then, boy. A true alpha respects and dotes on his mate. You would make her your broodmare, which I cannot allow,” he turns his back to the alpha and his attention to you, “I would worship her as my goddess…and as my queen. Try and insult me all you wish,” Jungkook’s expression folds when you lean down, your lips finding the skin along his pectoral that is no longer covered with the way your nails had ripped it and he’s gentle when his knuckles brush along the side of your cheek as you do and when his visage falls back on the male, it hardens as he forewarns, “but I will rip you to shreds should you so much as look at her in a way I do not condone. You will find I am not merciful to those who do not revere her like the deity she is.”

“Your cock has made you soft, Jeon,” Yoongi crosses his arms, “perhaps that shall be the first thing I’ll claw off of you. I’ll make sure to stare your beloved in her eyes while I do it, too. Then she’ll have nothing to suck or fuck anymore.”

Your alpha bristles, fury scorching him with the intensity of one hundred fires as spins on his heel, his hand leaving yours as he snarls, “Disrespect my mate again and I’ll break every bone in your body for every word that I do not like,” he rounds on the smaller wolf, “She’s not something to be filled. She’s a living, breathing being and you will not speak of her in such a demeaning way lest you wish to face my wrath. Do you understand me?”

The other male doesn’t get to say anything else, for another voice interrupts him before he can.

“Pack Alpha Jungkook,” the gnarled voice of your grandmother shouts, “You have been chosen by Omega Y/N out of the three other wolves proclaiming intent to mate her. Before battle rights are given to you, you are entitled to partake in the Smearing. None of the other combatants may speak, act or do anything during it, but should you lose in the throes of combat,” she is not phased when there’s a deep growl from your mate and continues, “These marks shall be removed so that the winning alpha may give her more permanent marks as he sees fit.” Her visage flicks to the three other wolves that have made their place behind you, “Pack Alpha Jungkook, do you wish to assert your favor and your promise to her and receive hers of you?”

A common practice decades ago that had died out in the recent years, Smearing was only performed by wolves that were fated as soulmates and had not survived with the near extinction of the lupi antiquis.

In the days that the lupi antiquis roamed the earth in great population, two wolves completely taken by each other stained themselves in the blood of the other that, when the bond between them was tried and true, the gods of the moon blessed their joining together and the designs the two enraptured wolves had painted on each other marked the flesh of their human forms so that they would always be able to recognize each other- wolf or no.

As blood inevitably would draw the attention of predators and prey alike, it became the alpha’s duty to protect his mate while he carried the trace of a young, nubile omega with him. Until the omega was ready to mate, they bore the paint of their alpha’s blood and once the omega was ready, the alpha solidified the bond and gave his omega the bite of bonding that can only be given by an alpha once in his lifetime and received by an omega once in their lifetime.

While the omega carried the blood of their alpha on them, they were faced with the temptations by witches, sirens and faeries, for the alpha’s scent was indeed a fine enough lure for them in their conniving attempts to manipulate and seize the omega’s heart only to turn it black with malice so that they could eat away at the pain both of she and the mate who loved her until death did them part.

The tradition has not been performed for many a decade and the elders passively glance your direction in wait of your alpha’s answer.

“Alpha,” you beckon him and a breath hasn’t left you before he’s upon you, both hands possessively splaying on your hips as you whisper, “I want it,” you look up at him with pleading eyes, “And I want you to be the one to give it to me.”

“I would have no one else painted in designs left by my own hand, my mate, but…”

Anger has made his eyes dusky, but with a few words from you, that is dispelled completely.

“You are enraged by him, I know,” you reassure, “but think of how furious it will make him to watch you leave your trace on me when there’s nothing he can do to stop it.”

“Vindicative, aren’t you, you little vixen?”

“Only because of you. I can feel your emotions just as much as you can sense mine and you are being very loud with yours right now,” you giggle.

Your laughter is the beacon in the dark that guides him out of his own fury and he lowers his lips to the bridge of your nose to kiss you there before considering, “I do apologize for such unscrupulous behavior, my beloved. How unseemly I become for you.”

“Do not apologize, alpha. On the contrary,” you turn your face so that his mouth falls upon the apple of your red cheek, “I find it quite attractive that you get aggressive over me.”

“Pack Alpha Jungkook,” The elders voice in unison, “We await your decision on if you wish to commence with the Smearing of your intended mate. We cannot proceed without it.”

His dark hair has become tousled and you can’t help but to run your fingers through the thickened strands before sweeping to the side the tendrils of it that had fallen in front of his beautiful eyes.

Honesty clears his irises and when he speaks, his words are as sincere as the summer song that your kind sings to summon the summer rains.

“Without question, the answer is yes. It always has been,” he declares, his fingertips stroking their way down your right arm until he’s weaved his digits around yours, “She is beautiful as a rose and sharp as a dagger,” his hand detaches from your left arm and you watch with baited breath as he brings the base of his thumb to his fangs that had receded slightly so that they only protrude from under his top lip, a grimace shifting his countenance as his teeth easily puncture the flesh there to voice, “it is only she who has the power to tame me,” he turns his palm to the other side, the edge of fangs curving over the skin there, “and only she who holds my heart,” he closes his mouth over the self-inflicted wound only to lift it off, his lips painted red with his own blood as opens his palm and sinks his teeth down into the middle of it. His teeth break the skin there, blood gushing from under his lips before he rises to his full height as he says, “for her I would cross the seas, the sky, and the earth if they would bring me to her,” his fingers curl inward and with a fist over his heart, and it’s as if small rubies trickle down his appendage onto the freshly dewed blades of grass as he vows, “This mark is temporary, but I give it with the founded faith that she is my anima salit, that she is my destined love, and I shall protect she whom I will worship like a goddess and treat as my queen.”

The edges of your eyes warm with tears, and the seedlings of emotion you’d been growing for him blossom all through your chest as the elders, all at once, ask you, “Omega Y/N, do you accept the pact this alpha makes through his own blood? Do you, in turn, consent to the Smearing that will endanger you to alphas in the pack and beyond in addition to the creatures that preyed on our ancestors all for the sake of dedicating your very being to him and presenting yourself as the one true mate of Pack Alpha Jungkook?”

Like your intended, you leave not even a shadow of a doubt in your decision. Perhaps you’d known from the moment you’d caught his comforting scent that relaxed your tired muscles before being coaxed into a pleasant slumber when the breeze had carried it his essence to you in the forest years ago even before you’d begun to dream of the wolf with fur black as night.

“I consent to it all in the trust I have in my alpha to defend the desires we both have for each other,” you speak aloud, your words unwavering in the earnestness that fills them as your own hand is lifted to your mouth and you bite down on the tip of your thumb using your shorter, pointier canines that can elongate into fangs on command. You bite hard enough to draw blood before moving to the next finger, your attention affixed to no one but your alpha as you confess, “he is my light,” your index is next to be brought under your maw, “he is the savior that has finally brought himself through to my sights,” you bring your next digit between your teeth wince for the third time before saying, “and it is he who is my solace day and night,” you prick your ring finger as you go on, “for it is only he who can make me run wild,” your teeth penetrate your last digit before you open your palm and penetrate the malleable flesh until two large crescents run red along the outer corners of each side as you say, “and it is for him that I would cross the stars to be with.”

Your mate kneels on one knee as if to accept your vocalizations and something akin to wings flutter through your chest at that.

I may have been playing around with you earlier about going to your knees for me, sweetling, but make no mistake that I will kneel for no one but my woman.

You can’t help the rising of the edges of your lips at that.

Your mouth, like your alpha’s, is stained with the paint of your lifeblood as you cross your now injured arm over your chest, your marred hand turned sideways over your breast where your heart beats to the same sprightly speed as your alpha’s.

He extends his arm out, his fingers opening in offering to you. A river of red has trailed across his outstretched palm and the sudden urge to lick him clean roots itself in you, your omegean instinct to tend to your alpha burrowing into your psyche.

Your mate senses the shift in your thoughts and a playful, bounding sensation is quick to leap from him to you across the invisible cords of your bond that tie tighter together with each passing minute that you spend in each other’s company.

You can lick me all you wish, omega, but wait a little longer for me. Much as I adore your mouth, there is something you’re going to do for me first, aren’t you?

Somehow your lower lip finds itself spread under your teeth at that one.

You lower your chin to him while his eyes beseech you, your own legs bending until you too are on your knees in front of him and you sit back on your heels in a gesture of deference as you repeat what he had.

“This mark is temporary, but I give it with the founded faith that he is my anima salit, that he is my destined love,” you hold out your bloodied palm up to him, the rivulets of crimson along each finger drifting down along the banks of blood pooling in the middle as you say, “and I vow that shall remain by my alpha’s side for as long as he will have me, for I shall revere him like a deity and attend to him as my king.”

With your alpha’s attention latched onto to you, you slide your fingers along his and, responsive as always, he soon furls his digits inward so that your palm is lain against the backs of his fingers while the other side covets your own like a long lost treasure.

Your heart pounds as he brings your blood-laden hand towards his mouth, his lips pressing against the flesh along the back of your hand.

“A king does not serve one, but is served by many,” his stained lips part for you, “and I shall attend you forever and always, for I am but your servant, my lady,” the pink of his tongue supplies its warmth and wetness along the reddened web of flesh between your thumb and index where your blood had dripped before he trailing further downward, your breath catching whilst he accumulates your essence on his tongue that had run all the way down your wrist before he swallows, “my love.”

He unfurls his fingers just enough for your blood to drizzle between his digits and merge with his own so that your essences can come together as one while his own quintessence flows along the open wounds you’d left on each of your fingers that is lain against the flesh of his palm.

As his blood joins yours and yours does with his, you can feel the crackling of something kindling beneath your flesh and when Jungkook opens his hand, it’s as if that which pulses through your veins stops at the thought of his touch receding.

Panic surges and so strong is it that your mate is all but swept forth in its tow before his free hand is anchoring itself to your thigh and eyes awash in care for you sink that emotion away as he promises, “I am not going anywhere, my mate,” his thumb sweeps itself along your knuckles, “But I want to paint you in marks that are as beautiful as you are. I have to release you to do that with this hand, but this one,” he compresses his fingers along your leg, the soft ache of the bitemark he’d left there assuaged in his touch as he tells you, “this one you can keep on you if it so pleases you.”

You nod your head in affirmation, “It does please me. You please me.”

“When did you become so vocal about such things?”

You shrug, “Maybe I have an alpha that demands that of me.”

“And demand it of you I shall continue to do,” he flips your joined hands over and guides the back of yours to the bed grass of beneath before his fingers depart from yours and he watches with interest the way your digits follow him as he utters, “I like knowing how satisfied I make you.”

“You always satisfy me,” you answer in earnest.

“Would it satisfy you to sit on the ground or on a pedestal where you belong while I paint you?”

Your body moves of its own accord when he pats his leg in invitation you don’t think twice before you’re seated atop him with each of your knees facing inward towards him while he remains knelt on the floor in front of you.

“Close your eyes for me, pretty girl. I want you to feel what I do to you before I let you see it,” he instructs.

You cock your head to the side, but do as he says because he is your alpha do not wish to displease him.

“I wish you could look upon yourself and view what I do, my love.” The pad of his thumb is dipped in the river of red along his palm before he daubs it along your inner eye and traces the skin around it before applying another wet application there and then he’s doing the same to your other eye as he confesses, “You really are the most beautiful creature the gods could have created.”

You preen at that.

You can’t see the way he takes his unmarred hand and uses the brush of his clean fingers to swirl the crimson paint along the palette of his other, his middle finger gentle as a dove’s tail as he draws a curving line from your cheekbone to the edge of your jawline, “You grew into you these,” he begins to paint down your cheekbone once again, “I remember you used to be self-conscious about them after the older omegas belittled you about them.” He adds another coat of crimson with a newly wetted digit that curves in the opposite direction he’d gone previously as he admits, “It took so much restraint to stay hidden under the cover of the trees when you went to that backroom of the schoolhouse with that little window that the sun could barely reach through. You huddled in that dark corner with your arms covering that pretty face of yours and how I longed to wipe those tears away and tell you how perfect you were.” A long finger completes the filigree of blood on the left edge of your cheek meant to appear as twisting vines as he lets you know, “Somedays I caved and got a little closer than your father would have liked, but I doubt he knew you were being mistreated by the females for having such different qualities about you that you made so wonderfully different.”

That treatment had lasted for only a week before the females that used to laugh at you silenced themselves in your presence, none of them daring to speak a harsh word of you in your vicinity or even out of it.

It had never occurred to you to wonder why, but you have an idea of who was likely behind the sudden change in their behavior.

“What did you do to them?” You question.

Your alpha’s ministrations pause for a moment and you wait patiently for his answer before he simply puts it, “Nothing they did not deserve. You’d be surprised how very persuasive I can be.”

“Oh,” you affectionately raise your free hand to entwine around a lock of his hair and though you do not have your sight to guide you, you easily find the dark strands to play with them as you say, “I know very well how you can be.”

Your alpha soon streaks his middle finger along the other side of your face in a motion mirroring what he’d just done seconds before.

“Needless to say that you were,” his digit finishes its descent before he’s soaking his ring and index fingers in his blood to supply, “You are the prettiest of them all,” one finger swirls while the other twirls around it just under your hairline, “and you always will be.” He follows the natural shape around your forehead all the way to your temples as he illustrates a braided pattern along your flesh before he finishes, “To me.”

His hand returns to the other debased in the deluge of blood that he holds out, his pointer finger dabbing into the sea of it coasting his palm before the miry texture of his essence is being spread horizontally in a spiral starting along the bone at the edge of your jaw and ending with his digit turning so that the soft pad of his finger strokes the corner of your mouth.

You nearly purr at the action.

“Surely I do not deserve such praise, alpha,” you start, but then he’s chuckling and you don’t need your sight to know that his irises brighten at your words.

“Ah, but you do, omega,” he finishes for you while the opposite side of your jawline is swept in the paint of his blood in the same pattern. “You deny that you are an exquisite creature,” his finger flows toward your mouth once again, “but allure becomes you well, my love,” his crimson colored digit glides along your lower lip to rouge it in red before it dips with his voice, “and I will make certain that you accept that just as you accept my cock, tongue and fingers within your body.”

You cross your thighs over each other and then they’re rubbing against each other in a response far beyond your fading control.

“Don’t do that,” your alpha commands, “Or I’ll push you down to your knees and have you take me between these,” his finger slots itself between your lips, “pretty little things of yours.”

You whine when his finger slips down the middle of your chin, his sight stuck on the way a drop of your saliva dribbles in descent with his digit as it drifts like a red stream along the bend of your throat.

A ripple travels down your spine as two fingers are swept, freshly dewed in the puddle of his blood, along either side of your neck from the tender underside of your chin all the way down to the sensitive notch between your collarbones in winding markings and when you release a shaky breath, he breathes it in.

“This neck of yours…it is so perfect for marking. You’ve done such a good job keeping it untouched and untainted for me, but I know it will look even lovelier with my fangs ingrained here,” he leans in and when something hot rolls around the blood cooling on your skin, you shudder as his tongue taints you. “And it is here that I will have you branded by the shades of purple, pink and red in the collar I shall leave on you with my mouth every morning, evening and night so that everyone knows you are mine.”

“Alpha,” you plead, “Let me look upon you.”

His tongue oscillates to and fro against your flesh before:

“No. I’m not done with you yet. You may look when I say you can. I want to admire you while I paint you. Now, obey me and sit atop of me until I’m finished.”

It’s as if your very blood responds to his order, for your body stills, your unbitten hand that had been playing in his hair untangling from the strands that you’d been carding it through to rest it on your lap.

You don’t see it, but he smirks as he pulls away and watches your own hand twitch in the loss of him.

His own fingers are gone for a moment, but it feels like an eternity before they are on you again. This time, his index and middle finger are joined side by side when they are laid along the bed of your flesh between your collarbones as he asks, “You want to touch me, don’t you?”

“So badly. Please let me,” you beg whilst his slippery, sticky digits descend down the exposed ‘v’ of your chest that your gown bears to him as he smears crimson along your flushed flesh.

He laughs deeply, and familiar heat stirs below your abdomen as the sound lowers with his fingers as the both of them veer around the side of your breast that peeks out from your bodice, his sharp nails grazing the underside of your mound before ascending back the way they came.

“Good, good… keep begging. Just like that, little one.”

You gasp and air isn’t necessary when his hand disappears under the bodice of your dress and, all at once, all five digits close around your tit, the thick fluid of his essence spread all over you as he utters, “I love everything about you, omega, but these breasts of yours,” he squeezes your mound and you squirm, “these are so fucking sexy. They fit perfectly in my hands like they were made just for me,” his other palm delves under the thin material that covers your chest and it, too, has been smeared in his blood as he palms at your other breast, your flesh pebbling under his touch as he says, “they are so round and firm. I can’t wait to take them into my mouth, to use them as a cocksleeve,” his fingers constrict around you and he groans when your hips buck against him, “And when you are ready to give me children,” each of his thumbs circles each of your nipples, your back arching at the action and your mate’s eyes scintillate darkly, “I shall enjoy lapping at these when they grow full of delicious milk that you’ll make because I got you pregnant. These beautiful breasts of yours are going to be so sore from how much I will suckle all the milk you have from them, little one.”

Your sex contracts around nothing and you cry out yet again.

“Jungkook,” you throw your head back when his nail pushes into your areola,” I c-can’t take much m-“

“You know,” his hands mercifully fall away from your tits, but not before he leaves a trail of blood and faint claw marks along your breasts, “And I know that you can take more because you were designed for me. You just need to get used to me, to this. And I plan on doing this,” His palms slew toward your sex even when they are still tucked under your gown and they don’t halt their descent as he utters, “On doing you very, very often.” His wrists knock against each other along the base of your loosely-fitting bodice in the slanted, angled course they’d made along your body.

“I’m, hah…” you are silenced when each thumb is crossed over the other to slather your exposed navel in his blood before each ascend where one retraces the curving, arcing designs he’s drawn along the left side of your upper half while his other hand adds its mate to the right part of your chest he’d left bare, your flesh prickling in his wake. “I am still sensitive, alpha.”

“You shall learn to like it, little one. Hedonism, you will find, makes you quite the insatiable little creature,” he flexes the thick muscle of his leg beneath you and you press your legs together, your sex contracting yet again around nothing as his hands part from you only for him to souse each of his fingertips in the blood pouring forth from the puckered flesh of his palm.

Five fingertips, each arranged in the shape of a paw, are pressed into the underpart of your wrists. “You are not used to being touched,” his digits don’t diverge from you, but instead converge closer together as he presses them to the underside of your elbow, “You are not used to being pleasured,” his fingers spread open as they slink upward along your shoulder, his lips claiming the tender spot behind your ear and suckling there as he mouths, “you are not familiar with being mounted and taken,” you moan at the thought and then a hot, wet tongue is on you as he sucks your flesh between his teeth until it is blushing in pink and purple, your cheeks turning fuchsia as he mutters, “but you will feel my body against yours so often,” his bitten, bloodied hand covers your ankle in a circlet of blood as he grabs it and in one quick movement, throws it around his waist, “and be brought to such satisfaction that you will not even be able to fathom what it was like to have gone without for so long.”

“Gods,” you whisper as he gently gnaws at your skin.

“Again you have said that name,” he clucks his tongue, “I believe I have already told you that the gods will not answer to you,” his ministrations halt and you whine when his mouth abandons you.

Dominance darkens his words, “You should not call for them, for they will not come for you. I will. Say it. Say my name.”

Your wolf lowers its head in submission.

“Jungkook,” you comply, “Alpha.”

“That’s correct,” His eyes follow his fingers when he reaches behind his back to slowly push your skirts up with one hand while one freshly wetted finger is pulled upward along your shin. “Only I can answer to your pleas and prayers now.”

He strokes your shinbone all the way up before veering sideways in a downward and arced motion along the left side of your shin and then the right with the brush that is his digit until he gets to your knee and traces the outside of it in crimson, a shudder shaking you when his hand is lost to the layers of fabric and then three digits wander astray along the soiled skin of your thigh.

Your alpha groans, “The gods cannot do this to you,” his crimson covered fingers glide easily along the slick that has entirely coated your flesh, “No other mortal man could do this to you.” His digits curve and curl upward as he draws nearer to where he’d had them minutes ago and you really can’t help yourself when you dig the heel of your foot against his back. “But I can.”

Your slick clings to his fingers until the tips of them are clad in your essence and when he drags them along the lips of your sex, you sigh shakily, “There, alpha, there-“

“Demanding, aren’t you?” He questions, his digits winding around your womanhood once, twice and then he streaks them over and across the flesh of your other thigh, your skirts hiding the lewd action for all but him as his tone darkens, “How does it feel to have my spit and blood right here, but not my cum?”

Your cheeks go aflame in the same heat that smolders your sex and you start to shift your position so you can bury your head in his neck, but you don’t make it far.

His hand is swift in grabbing at the hair along the back of your head and then pulling it, your back bending for him as he chides, “Ah, ah, ah, little one. You’ll ruin your pretty marks that I put on you. Once they dry, you may move.”

You whimper yet again.

Jungkook gives a wolfish grin, his fingers swathing your thigh in his blood in three downward slashes before his digits make their rounds around your knee. As he’d done with your other, his ministrations don’t stop until your shin is lined in red.

When his fingers desert you once more, his voice is there to embrace you.

“I’m almost done with you, omega.” One callused, bloodied finger is pressed into the notch along the base of your spine your open-backed gown has left bare for him. It is slow in its descent as it is dragged along each of your vertebrae as he says, “There is no part of you now that I have not touched or seen. What say you to that?”

“I’ve loved every second of it, but right now, I want your permission, alpha,” you suspire, his digit swaying once it reaches the tip of your spine in a spiraling motion that spans the entirety of the left side of your back.

“Permission for what?” He smirks knowingly.

His finger continues its dance along your back before it follows the bloodied path from which it came.

“Permission to look at you. To touch you.”

His finger doesn’t still as the same sensation is left upon you on the other side of your back as he asks, “What do you plan to do once I give you permission, omega?”

You lick at your lips.

“I suppose that is answer enough, but remember,” he’s careful not to mar you in any more blood when he takes your chin between his fingers to breathe, “You will tell me what you want with your words, omega.”

Your fingers find the lapels of his blazer and you urge it open even though your eyes are still closed, your preheat spell singing away your usual shyness as your entire being burns for him and you hardly even recognize your own voice when you tell him, “I should like to tear the rest of this shirt of yours off, alpha.”

His digits fall away from you and then the scent of iron is pungent in your nostrils as he brings his soiled hand inches from your lips as he orders, “Lick me, omega, and close these wounds of mine. Show me how good you are at obeying me and I will allow you to do what you wish.”

You stick your tongue out and your alpha growls when you flatten it against the palm of his hand and leave it there, your omegean saliva coating his wounds and closing them instantly.

“So compliant you are for me,” he praises as you let your tongue lift until it wraps around the longest of his fingers, “And so fucking tempting.” He pulls his hand from you, but even your saliva strings itself around his finger as if unwilling to let go as he commands, “Open your eyes, omega, and do what you will to me. You have earned it.”

Golden irises are the first to find you when your body, entirely without thought, responds to him.

The leg of yours that he’s wound around his waist instinctively closes tighter around him as you take him in, the dark tendrils of his hair arched seductively along his brows, his jawline sharp in the crimson moonlight as he stares wantonly at you.

Pure possession takes hold of you then.

“Alpha,” your hands ball the fabric of his blazer between them and you pull at them, “My alpha.”

“My omega,” he releases your chin and brings his arms down so that they hang loosely at his sides and you easily slide the blazer down his shoulders so that it joins your furs and neckband on the grassy floor in a heap.

“Your order to remain sightless this whole time…did you know what it would do to me?” You ask, your impulse to do unsightly things to the man in front of you overwhelming as the summer rain.

“Perhaps I did…Perhaps I didn’t,” he flicks a brow, “Maybe I just wanted to see how feral you’d become for me if any of your senses were denied of me.”

Headiness pumps through your very veins as you gaze up and down his form, desire latching onto you and nipping away at your better judgement as you take your index finger and bring it between both of you and both of you watch your nail sharpen and grow before you tell him, “I want you to take my wrist in your hand, alpha, and drag it down your chest until you’ve ripped your shirt in two using my hand to do it.”

“How risqué of you, my love,” his grins haughtily, his fingers closing around your wrist once more, “I love it.”

He does as you ask and is gentle in the way he coaxes your hand down, his fingers moving upward along your hand until he’s taken your index finger between two of his own and guides it down, the sheer ashen garment he’d been wearing easily shearing into two from his collarbone all the way down his abdomen.

“Take it off, alpha,” you demand.

“What if I say no?” He releases your hand, an amused expression lifting one of his lips.

“Then I’ll do it myself,” you decide, your other draping around his waist as if to keep him there.

You clutch the thin black material between each hand and it takes no effort at all to yank each side away from him so that it rolls down his arms and falls to the ground.

“Finally,” you whisper, your hands laying themselves over each defined, firm pectoral to leave a bloodied handprint and then there are five streaks that drip forth from that as you drag your digits down, down, down over corded muscle that is has been built over every inch of his body, your mouth watering at the feel of him and then your hands are sliding up along his waist, your fingers catching on the mountain of muscles that bedeck the landscape of his smooth skin even there and soon you are running your fingertips along his back-

“Slow down, my love.” He deeply directs, “I didn’t realize leaving you without visage of me for so long would afflict you the way it has. You’ve become needier. Not that I mind that, though. Matter of fact, I think it’s adorable.”

You whimper in answer.

“Whimper for me all you wish, my love, but you have become impatient,” his hand seizes both of your own and he holds them in front of you only to lean close, “and you know what happens when you let impatience take over you. You get disciplined.”

You whine in anticipation.

“You’re lucky that my marks have dried, love, or else I’d have turned you over on my knee and given them to you another way.” He utters, his fingers squeezing yours between them. Like this, your digits press against one another until all are smattered in red whilst even more of your own blood trickles along your mate’s wrist and branches along the protruding veins that bulge in his ministrations.

“I-I…I’m sorry, alpha, please forgive me,” you look up at him from under a fan of dark lashes, your instincts harking you to submit to the male.

He hums, “Mmm, that’s what I like to hear,” he releases you and sits back on his haunches, the new position affording you both of his thighs to sit back on instead of his one as he plants his hands on your hips to say, “Go on, then, omega. I shall forgive this since you are nearing your first heat. It is hard to control one’s urges as powerful as those are during your first time.”

“Thank you, alpha,” you lower your head in submission.

“Of course, omega,” his thumbs sweep themselves along your hips,” Now take your time marking me as I did you. I want you to remember this,” he resituates you until you are sat astride his clothed length, “Remember what it was like to see at what I did to you, omega, while you feel what you did to me. Now look at yourself, my love. Look at what I did to you.”

You do as you are told, a gasp leaving you as you look down at your chest, legs and arms. All over you is an impressively drawn scarlet filigree that reminds you of vines that stretch all across and over your skin.

The fingerprints he’d left on your arms resemble leaves that had fallen gracefully from the autumn boughs of oak trees you had loved to rest under during the latter, cooler months of the year when a howl had drawn you out of your den during the night and out into the woodland for hours at a time in your search to find its owner before peaceful sleep took you by your favorite creek while golden irises had looked after you from under the canopy of the oaken trees.

The very same trees you always used to meet him under in your dreams.

He’d never approached you until you were ready. Until the gods had decided you were ready.

He'd been your silent, yet watchful protector all this time and the shadows had been his home while he’d waited within them to ensure you were safe always.

Mischievousness slumbers and sincerity awakens within him when he says, “I never could tell you before, but the first time I saw you sleeping under that oak tree in the woodland when you were younger…I thought you must have been a goddess that had been sent from above. I never believed in love at first sight, but ever since that day, Y/N, I was hopelessly and utterly gone for you.” He confesses. “What you feel underneath you right now…that has never happened when I thought about anyone else. And I surely could never be with anyone else when my thoughts were only ever of you.”

His attention was warm as the sun, yet his touch could be gentle as a spring shower or hot as a winter fire. And his words…they were like the ocean tide that swept fluidly over your dried skin that could only be quenched in its wake.

Upon fate bringing you to him, you had never known happiness such as it was when you were with him and leapt through your chest while your heart danced with love for him.

Tears well up at the edges of your eyes, but it is fondness for him that draws them down and as the haze of lust is cleared away.

“Jungkook, you,” you try again, “I’m no goddess. I can’t sing or dance as you do… I cannot paint or hunt like-“

“Enough,” he puts a finger to your mouth, “I will not hear it. You are perfect the way you are. You may not realize it, but you are good at a great many things,” he shakes his head before your lips can move, “and I will remind you of that as often as I have to if that is what it takes for you to believe that. You were mistreated, if only briefly, by other omegas when you were smaller simply because they could never hope to possess what you have,” he kisses the tip of your nose as you bring your hands to his shoulders, your fingers closing around the thick muscle there as you peer up at him with vulnerability that tries to hide in your eyes as he asserts, “beauty,” he tucks some of your fallen strands from around your face behind your ear, “power,” his knuckles trail along your jaw, “intelligence, “his fingertips trace along your lip, “and of course, kindness, compassion and loyalty to your people. It is these things, among many others, that drew me to you, my love.”

You smile at him, love’s roots seeping even deeper within your being as your hands leave trails of red down his arms as you admit, “I love you, alpha. I wish I could show you how much I do with my marks, but I’ve never been very skilled with drawing things.”

Your mate croons, “I used to watch you try, you know. When you went to the forest and you had that sketchbook tucked inside that black cow hide bag that I asked your father to give to you in my stead.”

Tenderness buds within you as you ask, “You saw even that, huh?”

“They were very good stick figures, my love. I liked them very much. Just like I like you very much.”

“Could you…” you swallow, your cheeks turning even fiercer a red, “when this is all over, could you teach me to draw like this?” You let your eyeline follow the designs on you that your alpha had made before they return to your mate, your own hands lathering the underside of his arms in linear streaks of four like you’d done to the other side, “I want to paint on you like this one day.”

“I could never deny you, my love. You know that.”

You relish the sound he makes when your fingers drag down the back of his shoulders, each of your ring fingers marrying each other as they are joined along the cleft of his spine that dips in the middle as your hands descend while your other digits leave claw-like blotches down his back.

“I like the way that feels, my omega,” he rumbles out, the vibrations thrumming against your fingers as they bear down on his flesh to leave four thin scarlet lines slewing his skin on each side of his back, a thick one lining his vertebrae.

“It…probably doesn’t feel as good for you as did for me,” you blurt, your hands abandoning him before you press them against dried, dark trail of blood decorating his pectoral muscles and bring them upward, your digits opening wider as they ascend his neck, “I do not know very well how to please you, but you told me you would show me.”

“You are a natural, my love. You made me cum so hard earlier when you took me into your mouth for the first time,” his eyes close and he lets his head fall back when you spread your digits, each of your index fingers staining the column of his neck scarlet, his Adam’s apple bobbling as you pass over it, “ and even when you are not sucking me off like a dutiful little omega, you do make me feel nice. And these marks that you are giving me,” he pauses, his teeth coming down onto his tongue when your hands separate and each of your middle fingers rubs along the oily gland pulsing along his mastoid, “I am more than satisfied with them all because it is you that is drawing them.”

You realize what you’ve done and a sudden spurt of possessiveness has you smearing them entirely in crimson, your digits daubing at each gland that leaks of a secretion made entirely for you just as your own do for him as he groans, “Watch what you are doing, omega. I shall not be responsible for what happens to your gown if you keep doing that.”

His words are like liquid confidence and you drink them greedily.

You leave bloody remnants in your wake as your fingers tread onward along his chin while you quietly prod, “Is it my fingers you like or the promise of what they will do under your instruction, alpha?” your digits climb along the angular slopes along his cheeks as you whisper so small that even the wind has trouble hearing you as you admit, “because under your direction, I would do whatever you told me to.”

He tilts his head to the side, a lilt rising along both edges of his lips as he chuckles, the sound causing heat to churn in your core as your digits each etch crimson under his eyes that darken at your promise.

“Do not get me ruminating on what those fingers of yours could do, omega,” he says as your fingertips brush along his brows in their ascent only for your bloodied nails to lightly graze his temples as he utters, “I have had more than enough time to conjure up many, many fantasies and you can make a few of them a reality within the next few minutes.”

Your breath hitches and your sex clenches around nothing.

Your alpha knows. He can smell it. Can hear your shallow breaths.

He slants his head even further to the side, his teeth taking your lip between them as he teases, “You are becoming quite the lascivious little thing, aren’t you, little one? You just had my fingers inside you and all over you and yet,” his teeth burrow into the soft pillow of your lip until iron bursts all over his lip and eagerly, he laps at it, “yet you yearn for something else, do you not?”

There’s an unamused scoff behind you.

Someone else snorts.

It is Taehyung that jeers, “As revolting as this is to watch, I’ve had about all I can take. Can we get the battle for the omega started already? She stinks of the Pack Alpha and it is making me sick.”

Your alpha rises from his knees with you still held against his chest, his expression one of cockiness as taunts, “What, are you jealous, boy? I must say, I am enjoying this very much.”

“Prick,” Taehyung mutters.

“Say that again,” Jungkook sets you down carefully and holds one arm behind for you to grasp onto so that you can steady your weakened legs as he lifts his chin, “Be a little louder this time, boy, so that we might all hear what you have to say. Surely you would not have the gall to call me such a name when I nearly tore your arm from its socket a few hours ago.”

Taehyung remains silent. Jimin says nothing, but snickers behind the other wolf.

It is Yoongi that speaks next, though his eyes do not leave you as he gibes, “You really are quite shameless, aren’t you, Jeon? Would you care to tell us where you marked her? Surely you did not just play around with her skirts for the past few minutes, did you?”

Your alpha peers back at you, warmth seeping through your chest as he licks at his fangs and stares hotly at you as he goads, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Your cheeks burn like a wildfire and suddenly your soiled thighs ache all the more.

There’s the banging of heavy canes and staffs against the wooden stage as the elders call out the young wolves before you and then your grandmother steps forward, the brown furs around her shoulders swishing in the movement as her arms stretch out towards you while she asks, “Omega Y/N, it appears you have finished with the Smearing of your alpha and he, too, has concluded the second of his mating rites with you following the Offering he has bestowed upon you. The third and final part of these rites would be the Duels of the Chosen,” she looks to Jungkook and a silent understanding is met between them as his irises leave you for a second before they return to you before she continues, “As it stands, the Pack Alpha remains your champion that you have selected to fight for you so that he may join your side after a test of his strength with the other wolves that would try to win you from him. Am I correct in this assumption?”

You grip hard onto your alpha’s forearm and, at the tightening of your fingers around him, his eyes flit all over your form as they flounder with worry before they soften to gaze down upon you.

You look up at him and affection whirls within you as you say, “You are correct, Lead Elder. In all things you have said, you are right. My decision is and will always be Jeon Jungkook. There could not possibly be any other.”

Your grandmother gestures to another elder with greyed locks and a hunched stature before she hobbles back, a line of aged wolves following her down each side of the stage while the lone female elder speaks from atop it.

“Pack Omega Y/N, as you are the reason for these trials being held, you must now be restrained so that you do not interfere with the battles per the rulings of our ancestors in the tomes passed down to us on the ways of the wolf.”

The words are barely out before a loud, violent hiss rattles the very air into timid silence.

You don’t realize it is you that had been making it until your alpha’s lips latch onto yours and he swallows the sound until you’re purring.

He’s slow in the way he slides his tongue between the lips that you part easily for him and your breath ebbs into him as he strokes the cavern of you that he could spend all his days exploring.

The wet undulations of his tongue and smacking of his lips against yours deafen you to the footsteps that approach you and when you close your eyes and suck his tongue into your mouth, that’s when he growls, his mouth detaching from yours as he pants, “You do not wish to be separated from me.”

It’s not a question, but a statement.

“No,” you heave, “anything but that. I cannot just sit while you-“

“You said you wanted to please me earlier.” He reminds, “you would please me greatly if you listened to me and let the elders do what they must with you.”

You pout, “I don’t want anyone to touch me but you.”

Your alpha utters lowly, “That can be arranged, omega,” he slants his head to the side as he nears your neck only to inhale, “because I am averse to anything beyond myself laying a hand on you.” He respires and draws out his breath, warm air caressing the tender spot behind your ear as he says, “You exude, emit and emanate entirely the essence of your alpha from every bit of you with my spit and blood all over you,” his tongue flicks against your earlobe, “That body of yours belongs to me now, omega. And I will do whatever it takes to keep it that way.”

The cluster of aged female wolves led by your grandmother surround you, but before anyone can lay a hand on you, there’s a guttural snarl as your mate’s bloodied lips lift over sharp teeth, “As pack alpha,” his eyes flash,” I order you all to keep your hands off of my mate. You cannot contain her,” his long fingers to find their place on your waist before he draws one up along the side of your body, up your neck and finally settling on your cheek and you lean into his touch, your lips pressing against his palm as he stares only at you with golden irises, “For she will respond only to the one she recognizes as her alpha."

“Pack Alpha Jungkook,” your grandmother concedes, “You know what you have to do. I have kept these as you requested,” she holds her arms up, your alpha’s attention falling onto the small, ornately carved wooden boxes that the elders each carry past him. “Now it is time for you to give them to her.”

You cock your head at them.

The elders amble toward the foot of the thick tree trunk that rises from the ground for three feet before winding back and around in a timbered throne the first omegas sat upon to bear witness to the trials their alphas would go through for them.

Jungkook’s voice sets your blood alight, his touch warming your flesh as he swipes his thumb along your cheek to quietly utter, “You must be good for your alpha now, my love,” he nearly groans when he watches your tongue slip from between your lips to lick at the dried blood streaking his thumb when he makes the mistake of dragging it too close to your lips, his hand tightening on your waist as he tilts your head up, your mouth hovering far too close to his as he parts his lips to mutter, “Bear it for me, my mate. Be a good little omega and obey me when I say that you will sit there and watch me battle for you. Heed my order,” he slots his lips over yours yet never touches them to your own and when you try to connect them, his hand falls from your cheek, one index finger pressed against your mouth while his other digits grip your jaw in an obvious show of possession as he leans close, “And after this is over, I will take you in my bed, against the wall, over the table, on the fucking floor,” his tongue pushes against his cheek when you wrap yours around his digit, his fingers folding even tighter into your jaw in warning, “You’ll succumb every single time and I’ll fuck that heat out of you until you cannot even hold yourself up to present to me. But that can only come if you submit to my will. If you yield to me.”

“I want to stay with you,” you whimper as he backs you up.

“You will stay where I command you to, my love,” his voice ripples with authority as he leans close, “do as I tell you. Remember the oath I made to you, omega. I’ll give everything I have to come back to you.”

“I cannot just leave you, alpha-“ your voice is devoured by his lips that he slams against yours when he pushes you back, your spine hitting the curved edge of the wood as his hands find themselves on your hips to pull them against him.

“You can and you will. Your alpha demands it and my omega will do as I say.”

“But-“

“Careful, little one,” He’s rough with you and nips at the spot he’d bitten earlier along your lip as one of his hands rises to grasp the nape of your neck and in one quick movement, he’s yanked your head back to expose your neck in a show of possession as he growls,” you wouldn’t want to disobey me in front of all these other wolves, now, would you? I can promise that I will ensure you are reprimanded and punished later if you choose to undermine me here, my love.”

Your breath hitches when his eyes narrow heatedly and he utters low with his lips prey upon your scent gland that juts out along the side of your throat,” I should discipline you now for such insubordination,” his lips lock themselves around your scent gland and he dares to suck your skin between his teeth, his tongue flicking against your flesh as you moan aloud for all the wolves around you to hear whilst your eyes fall closed in surrender to him as he mutters,” Or shall I show you what happens when you misbehave and make you listen to me? And make you submit to me?”

His earthen scent spreads more insistently under your nostrils, your muscles releasing as his pheromones filter through and permeate you until the tenseness that had been tautening you is drawn out of you as golden eyes stare fixatedly down at you.

“Do it,” you cave, “Make me. If you do not, I will only cry out for you until you return to my side. I won’t be able to help it,” your cheeks warm under the heat of his gaze as you admit, “the bond…it has grown too strong and my heat…it will soon take me over. I need you, alpha.”

The chuckle that fills the air is dripping in dominance.

“Then I command you to sit before me, omega.”

Your very blood stops to listen to his words. It’s as if it flows to a different heart in the way your body responds and but a second passes before you are sat atop the timbered perch in front of him.

He’d given you orders before, but none like this. None where his eyes were turned black as the sky and his voice became dark as the shadows that wound around him like he was the very god of the night.

Your alpha stands tall, his eyes drifting down your shorter frame while you stare up at him.

“I command you to remain in this spot,” his hand retreats from you and you whine when he crouches, your eyes following him in his descent as he peers at the largest of the carved wooden boxes before glancing with interest at you. “And I command you not to resist me while I chain you to this oaken throne using silver forged by own hand.”

It is as if his voice shackles itself to your very bones that lock into place, your heart pounding in your chest when each of his arms shoot out so that both cage you into him as his tone deepens, “Do not worry, little one,” his pink tongue slides along his lips as dark eyes trap you. “I’ll be gentle. For now,” he makes a sound of consideration, “though, you do seem to like it rough.”

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jjungkookislife · 2 years

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I really had fun reading Four Months, Nine Months, and Eight Weeks. I loved Tae’s reaction after finding out they were expecting, and the impreg kink 🥴 I’m always amazed when they can’t get enough of pregnant MC and vminkook x reader scene is just 🤤 The last one was also so adorable, the four of them are so whipped for baby Eun-Ae 🥺 the plans for a mini photoshoot was also cute, as expected for having a model appa 😂

I toyed around with the idea of Jimin being the next to have a child with mc lol but it wouldn’t fit the plot I had already with those fics 👀

#b mail 💌

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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Graceful Gods (M)

Greek God!Jeongguk x Human!Reader

WordCount: 26k (Oh ho, tuck in)

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Slight Crack, Strangers to Lovers!AU, Greek God!AU

Warnings: Marking, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Begging, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Bondage, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Big Dick!Jeongguk, Impreg Kink, Riding, Squirting, Cream Pie, Jeongguk Has Glittery Cum

A/N: THIS HAS BEEN MY BABY FOR A HOT MINUTE! I’m so fucking proud of this fic and I did so much research that my head might explode and Greek Letters will come out! Thank you to @lunarlxve and @jung-hoseok-s-airplane for beta reading it and giving me awesome feedback! Thank you to @ladyartemesia who literally pushed me to write something so awesome AND SHE MADE A FUCKING GORGEOUS BANNER. LIKE DO YALL SEE THAT?! Anyway I hope you really enjoy it because my heart is so warm for this fic!

Eros, the Greek god of love, sexual desire and attraction

“At the center of Greek mythology is a pantheon of deities who live on Mount Olympus, the highest mountain in Greece. Every aspect of human life was ruled by these deities. There were twelve main Olympians who ruled over such aspects. Olympian gods and goddesses are said to look much like women and men of this world but could also change their appearances into whatever they liked, animals and things of that nature. Most people know of the common gods, such as Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. But, there are others such as Dionysus- the god of wine, Aphrodite- the goddess of beauty and love, and even Hermes- the god of travel, who was in fact the personal messenger of Zeus. If you’ve watched the movie Hercules you’ll-” Professor Song’s voice becomes drowned out by the snort that comes from your left. You roll your eyes before craning your neck forward to keep listening to the lecture. You’ve always had an affinity to mythology of any kind since you were a child but, as you grew up Greek mythology stood out the most to you. You became enamored with it and decided to become a mythologist. You’ve heard of these tales countless times but you could always hear them once more.

A cough comes from next to you as you listen to the tale of Hephaestus and you roll your eyes once more before putting your hand underneath your chin. You jot down notes dutifully before looking up as Professor Song begins to wrap up the class. “For the last portion of your grade, you will all be assigned to work with a partner. The theme of your project is Graceful Gods, a study on partnerships between the gods and goddesses. You may choose whichever two gods and goddesses you may like that have had a connection with one another. Now, this doesn’t mean to watch Hercules a bunch of times and comment on those relationships between cartoons.”

The class erupts into small giggles and you find yourself snorting at the lame joke. “Since I know that most of you cannot put yourselves together properly, looking at you Haeyun and Jowoon-” You giggle at his call out before paying attention again, “-you will all work with the person directly next to you at your tables.” Your eyes glance over to the long haired boy by next to you and you inwardly groan.

You know of him, of course you do. Who hasn’t heard of him on campus, he’s a fuckboy that enjoys preying on the hearts of innocent girls. To be fair, he is one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen in your life. His long black hair fell just above his chin and as he looks at you, you can see his coffee brown eyes with flecks of mocha mixed in. He smirks at you and your first instinct is to immediately swoon but you stop yourself and roll your eyes instead. His smirk only widens letting you view the way his eyes squint slightly as his head tilts. “I’m Jeongguk.”

His voice is melodic, dripping with saccharin sweetness and your body tenses up at his tone. He was smooth and of course, he knows it but you wouldn’t budge. You just wouldn’t. “Do you have a name? Or should I call you Nemesis?”

So he knows more about mythology then he lets on. You take in his posture, the way he leans back in his chair smugly, legs stretched out in front of him as he folds his arms. He has no backpack, no notebooks or anything of the sort that is required. “Hello? Nemesis?” His hand waves in front of your face and you grimace at him before pushing your chair back.

“Y/N.” Your answer is short and he nods thoughtfully at the name as if it held some sort of riddled meaning. His hand digs into his ripped black jeans before pulling out his phone. “Put your number in so I can contact you. We can meet up whenever you aren’t gagging over Ares.”

You shut your notebook before staring at the phone in his hand. “I do not gag over Ares.”

He snorts before throwing his phone into your lap, dragging his thumb over his bottom lip as he looks you over. His expression is somewhat amused before putting his fist underneath his chin, “Song was talking about him and I saw your thighs twitch, he isn’t all that by the way.” You shove your notebook into your backpack before freezing. He sounds so comfortable with this subject, it’s almost as if he knows him.

“Oh yeah? How would you know?”

“How would I know what?” He snorts, a gentle breathy noise as people begin to get up and leave the lecture hall. “How do you know that he isn’t all that?”

He stares at you for a second before laughing loudly, his eyes crinkle as his mouth opens wide showing off a dimple on his cheek. You swallow gently as your eyes scan his handsome face. You zone in on the beauty mark beneath his bottom lip and you have to rip your eyes away before licking your lips.

“Did you know that Ares is one of the most disliked gods on Olympus? He has a quick temper and nasty disposition. Just because he’s handsome doesn’t mean he’s the greatest guy ever. He didn’t beat Herc when he fought him. So, he was unsuccessful. He pissed off Poseidon enough to physically murder his son. He had an affair with Aphrodite! She’s a beautiful soul and he just fucking stole her away. He’s an asshole and, you can’t fucking please him to save your life!” He rants carding his fingers through his hair, and you can see a vein begin to protrude in his neck as it flushes pink. He knows a LOT about mythology it would seem. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to work on a project with him then.

“Interesting how you know you can’t please him.” You jeer as you pick up his phone. His scoff is loud before looking to the wooden floor and widening his eyes. He gives a small embarrassed chuckle as you throw his phone back into his lap. You look at his worn leather jacket before standing up. “Hit me up when you want to work on the project.”

Your eyes flicker to your phone again, looking at the black screen before scoffing. “So what he hasn’t texted you. It isn’t like he HAS too. He’s a fuckboy. He’ll do what he pleases.” You mock to yourself before stepping out of your apartment.

Your walk to the university was relatively short, your eyes flicker down as you spin your phone in hand. It’s been two days since you last saw him and you can’t stop thinking about the handsome guy. Maybe it was because he just dripped with this kind of allure that you wanted to know of. Or, maybe it was because he was so comfortable talking about things that you find interesting. You can recall when you first met Jeon Jeongguk. How you swooned at the sight of him before getting a general dislike for him.

You had heard tales of the hot guy on campus, the man that was always leather clad with tattoos and dangling earrings. You never hung with people in your university, for the simple fact that you wanted to just push past this awkward phase in your life and do what matters most to you but you did have one friend before he graduated. A certain Jung Hoseok that would take time out of his day to make sure you were alright and be a shoulder to lean on. “That’s him. That’s the fuckboy.” He whispers in your ear as you press your bag closely to your chest.

You look over as he sits on a bench, legs crossed as his arms extend over the top of the bench. He was surrounded by girls, fawning over him leaving drinks and snacks for him to eat. You scoff gently as his head turns in your direction. “Who does he think he is? The Messiah?”

He looks you over and you feel your breath catch in your throat. The first thing you notice about him is his bone structure. Underneath the beating sun you can see the way his sharp jaw calls out to you as he tilts head at you. He smirks, just the corner of his lips flick upwards and Hoseok whistles next to you. “That’s a whole meal right there, bitch.”

His golden skin sings under the sun's rays as he fixes his leather jacket. You find your body beginning to sway at his gaze before shaking your head and scoffing loudly. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” You narrow your eyes as he snaps his fingers, the girls begin to disperse taking themselves to class and he bows his head to you before smiling widely. You roll your eyes befo-

You’re taken out of your memory as a car horn begins to sound off loudly and you turn your head quickly to the noise before gasping. The car drives towards you without stopping and you feel your body stiffen in shock. Mind going blank as you stare at the car approaching.

“Nemesis!” You hear before your body is being shoved by a leather clad body. You feel your body become coddled to the other body before you begin to shiver with the aftereffects of your shock.

“Zeus above! Are you okay?!” You feel the body pull away before your eyes are greeted with the now familiar coffee irises of Jeon Jeongguk. His black hair falls into his eyes as his eyebrows furrow. You gasp gently before he hugs you close to him.

“Who do you think you are? Hermes? You think you can fucking fly?! How could you be so careless?” He scoffs gently before setting you down on your feet and swiping his thumb over the apple of your cheek. His touch sends a shiver down your spine and you shove him off of you before clutching your backpack to your chest.

“I-I… I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He widens his eyes before putting his hands on your shoulders, “Be careful! We shouldn’t let Hades welcome you to the Underworld any sooner than you should be.” His touch feels comforting before you clear your throat and step back away from him. “I’ll pay more attention. I’m sorry.”

He bites his bottom lip, his beauty mark on display before he is sighing gently. “Let’s get you to class, Nemesis.”

The walk towards the lecture hall was quiet and awkward as he stayed next to you. His tall form shadows yours as he puts his hand on the small of your back. You can hear girls whispering and staring and you shrink in form. He clears his throat before snapping his fingers. The whispers begin to die down and you find yourself looking up at him as he gives you a small smile. “Thank you for that back there.”

He chuckles gently before rubbing your back, “Anything for a goddess.” You tilt your head confused and he smiles widely. “Nemesis. Goddess.”

You open your mouth before nodding gently. “Right. Nemesis.” He opens the door to the lecture hall before opening his arm, “Ladies first.”

You clear your throat before walking in first and he follows shortly behind without a second glance at girls as they stare at him. “You-You never texted me.” Your voice sounds feeble and you curse yourself for it.

He laughs gently before slinging his arm over her shoulder. “You sound upset about it.” You frown before shrugging his arm off of you. “I just wondered when you wanted to work on the project. That’s all.”

He hums playfully before opening the door to Mythology Lecture Hall, “I can’t leave Nemesis waiting with bated breath.” You narrow your eyes at him as you ascend the stairs to your table.

“It’s not bated breath, I just want to get this project over and done with.” You throw your backpack on the floor before taking a seat.

You watch as he sits down next to you, legs stretched out before him as he tilts his head. His eyes roam over your form before smiling. You find your head tilting along with his before your breath hitches. He really is so handsome. You take out your notebook before watching Professor Song enter the lecture hall. You can feel his eyes on you and you pull at the hem of your shirt. Is it hot in here or is it just you?

“Just text me when you want to work on it.” You mumble before pulling at the collar of your shirt. “Yes, ma’am.”

You stare at your television, Chinese takeout in hand as you spin the chopsticks around. Your mind begins to drift, thinking about your new lab partner. He knows so much about the subject and yet, he pays absolutely zero attention. It’s very interesting. So interesting in fact that it’s hindering you from watching the latest episode of your favorite television show. Your feet kick up on the small wooden coffee table before looking up at the ceiling. He was annoying, that much is sure. He was so smug and sure of himself and it’s irritating but you’ve never given him a second glance since taking this class and it’s been almost a year already. He was gorgeous, you’ll give him that. His sharp jaw and those coffee brown eyes that remind you of a doe. His long black hair that you really wouldn’t mind running your fing-

You’re pulled from your thoughts as a small feline body crawls across the loveseat and onto your lap. “Artemis, you scared me.” You whisper before petting the top of her head and turning your attention back to the television. Jeon Jeongguk is an enigma, a fuckboy enigma and you’ll complete the project and be on your way.

You cross the green grass lawn of the university before parking yourself underneath the same tree you always do. No one ever seemed to come to this secluded area, nor did people really seem interested in sitting underneath a weeping willow tree that hasn’t been taken care of probably since the university was created. But, you liked it, you liked the free nature of it and always take your place under it before class. As you fold your legs underneath you, you take out your book of choice for the day. The Iliad. You’ve read it many times before this but the story never seems to get old.

“Where was I?” It’s a sin to dog flap pages and it always will be. Your eyes find the page and you smile to yourself.

“Hera seduces Zeus.” You mumble to yourself, finger trailing over the many lines of text before finding it. Your eyes light up and you tuck in for a good, quiet read before you hear the fluttering of wings nearby. A dove lands before you and you tilt your head to it as it sits down on the grass before you as if it’s studying you. Your nose wrinkles and you look back down at your book, “Would you like me to read to you? It’s a very interesting book. It’s about the Trojan War. It’s from a book called The Iliad.”

The bird makes no move and you shrug before clearing your throat and leaning against the trunk of the tree. “Hera of the golden throne looked down as she stood upon a peak of Olympus and her heart was gladdened at the sight of him who was at once her brother and her brother-in-law, hurrying hither and thither amid the fighting. Then she turned her eyes to Zeus as he sat on the topmost crests of many-fountained Ida, and loathed him. She set herself to think how she might trick his thinking, and in the end she deemed that it would be best for her to go to Ida and array herself in rich attire, in the hope that Zeus might become enamored of her, and wish to embrace her. While he was thus engaged a sw-”

“Why’re you reading to a bird?” The voice makes you jump and you look up as a hand curls around the trunk before revealing the owner of the voice. You sneer at his handsome face as he sits down next to you.

“I didn’t invite you to sit next to me. And, it’s not just a bird it’s a dove.” His eyes flicker over to it before narrowing his eyes. “Yeah… I see that.”

With the roll of his eyes, he goes to shoo the bird away but it stands its ground making him huff out annoyed. You’ve never seen such a brave bird, how interesting. “Why’re you reading this?”

He takes the big book from your hands and you fold your arms as he skims through the pages before slamming it shut. The echo resounds through the lawn and you scowl at him. He smirks before holding up the book and you notice how veiny his tattooed arms are. “I can tell you more than this book could, I’m sure.”

“Oh? Could you? When you never take notes in class or even pay attention? I think last week I heard you snoring next to me.” You mumble before pulling the book out of his hands and pressing it to your chest as if it was protection from the attractive man in front of you. “Yeah but that lesson was on Dionysus, that’s boring shit. He’s a drunk partier big whoop.”

He’s doing it again, talking like he knows them personally. “I’ll bet you twenty bucks I can tell you more about The Iliad without having to even open the book.” You raise an eyebrow at his brazen words before letting your legs stretch out and you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker to your bare legs as your dress rides up as you move. Frazzled, Jeon?

“I’ve read this book a handful of times. I want to do this as a job, you do realize that? You can’t lie to me.” He copies your actions, hands pressing the ground behind him as he stretches. His foot presses against yours and the dove walks closer.

“Oh my gods! Would you please get lost?!” He asks the dove loudly who just sits down closer to the both of you. You snort before looking back over at him. “Twenty bucks.”

His tongue sweeps over his perfectly shaped lips before smirking. “You’re on Nemesis.”

“Who does Zeus send a dream to, to attack Troy?” Jeongguk rolls his eyes before giving a fake yawn.

“Agamemnon. Next, what is this kindergarten?” You open your mouth surprised at his answer before shaking your head and clearing your throat.

“While fighting who does Diomedes kill?” That’ll stump him, it’s a trick question.

“He killed many Trojans but the only one he killed of any importance was Pandaros. Who before you get snippy was an aristocrat and not a god or goddess.” You frown before your fingers begin to skim the back of your book. He sure knows his stuff.

“Ah! Who drove back the Trojans?!”

“Oh good gods above. Achilles. Who cut like, half the population of them at the river Skamandros. The river became filled with them and I hear it also smelt like shit.” You giggle gently at his joke before sighing and digging in your bag. You grab your wallet before pulling out a twenty dollar bill. “Here. Go buy your girls ice cream or something.” He snatches up the bill with a wide smile before it falters.

“Girls? What girls?” He folds his arms, hand crumpling up the bill of cash before tilting his head. His eyes are alight with confusion and you find yourself stuttering as you shove your book back into your bag. “You fuck like half the campus, Jeongguk. Everyone knows this.”

“Oh, do they now? How are you so well informed about this information if you stay by yourself all the time like Oizys?” Calling you the goddess of misery and suffering? You scoff gently before standing up, “I have ears and eyes also I’m not Oizys. I just like to be by myself.”

He hums playfully as you walk away, “You’re right, Nemesis! Sorry!” He chuckles to himself as the dove flies onto his lap. “Mother, can you go away? You’re embarrassing me, Zeus above.” He stands up quickly before calling after you.

“Nemesis! Wait up! You mad I didn’t text you yet?”

He chased you all the way to the lecture hall before taking his seat next to you. You pull out your notebook and pen before looking over at him. Empty handed yet again. You snort before giving Professor Song your attention as he enters the room.

“Today we’re going to be talking about Apate.” Jeongguk gasps gently next to you. “Your sister.” You roll your eyes at him before turning your head.

“I’m not Oizys. Shut up.” He snickers before leaning closer to you, “She’s a bitch anyway. You aren’t, you're just...sheltered and cute.”

You frown at his statement before paying attention to Professor Song, the cap of the pen purchased between your teeth as you narrow your eyes at the white board.

“Apate- the goddess of deceit was the daughter of Nyx, the personification of night. Apate was the sister of several others such as Oizys- the goddess of suffering, Geras- the god of old age, Moros- the embodiment of doom and many others of that nature-” Song’s voice becomes drowned out as you hear Jeongguk’s chair scrape closer to yours. You could feel his breath fanning your face, he was so close and you stuck your neck out to try and pay attention. His smell was intoxicating, the smell of honey, pine and something else that you couldn’t put your finger on. Something that pulled your body towards his as if he was your polar magnet.

“Did you know that Apate once gifted Dionysus with buckets of wine to distract him from giving Ariadne a crown but it didn’t work?” Jeongguk whispers in your ear, your body shudders at his smooth voice. Goosebumps grace your skin as you side eye him, his long black hair falls into his eyes as he smirks. His tongue licks over his lips and you suddenly find yourself questioning how he would taste.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he leans into your ear, “I can teach you a lot more than Song, if you let me.”

There was nothing in books about the tale that Jeongguk just told and yet, you find yourself believing him. You open your mouth to speak before you hear a throat clear. “Jeongguk, since you happen to know so much you feel the need to talk, why don’t you tell us about the tale of Hera and Zeus?”

You cringe before looking over at him, he fixes his leather jacket before leaning back in his seat. All of the lecture hall is looking at your table and you feel yourself shrinking in your seat. “The tale of Hera and Zeus? He cheated on his wife. So Hera begged Apate to get revenge for her, but Apate made her beg on her hands and knees before agreeing. Semele had Dionysus, the drunken little idiot and Apate gave Hera a magical girdle. She tricked Semele into asking Zeus to see his real self and then Semele died because of it. Humans cannot view gods in their true forms. Their little brains can’t handle it. Oh! Also, when Semele died it rained with thunder and lighting for a year.”

Professor Song’s jaw opens in shock before raising an eyebrow, “That’s sort of how it went. There’s nothing in books about rain and the getting on hands and knees part.” Jeongguk shrugs before looking back over at you and smiling. He’s weird.

“Just...pay attention and no talking Jeon Jeongguk.” He salutes the professor before his leather jacket begins to sag under weight. He digs into his pocket and produces a bag from his jacket pocket. His eyes light up and you look at the woven bag that has a dainty string around it. He stomps his feet happily before looking at you and wrinkling his nose. He opens the bag before pulling out an apple and then another. He puts an apple on your lap before biting his. You watch as the sweet juice coats his lips before dribbling down his chin. It was something simple that has your insides coiling. Fuck, he was too hot for his own good.

“Eat it. Don’t refuse my gift. I’ll be sad.” He says before nodding his head to the apple on your lap. You pick up the apple quizzically before staring at it. You turn the apple in your hand, staring at how perfectly shaped it is. The skin shines brightly and you swallow as your mouth begins to water. It’s the most perfect piece of fruit you’ve ever seen. “It’s from my aunt's special garden. They’re really good.” He whispers as Song looks over.

You shrug before biting into the apple, the sweet taste spreads over your taste buds and your eyes widen. This is the sweetest piece of fruit you’ve ever tasted. “Wow.” You whisper before putting your hand to your chin to wipe off the juices. Jeongguk watches you with amusement before nodding to himself. Like he’s made his own executive decision on something.

“I’ll text you later, want to come over to my apartment to work on the project?” You had almost forgotten all about it before noticing that people are leaving the lecture hall. Class was already over? You were so into your interaction with Jeongguk you hadn’t noticed time fly by so quickly. It wasn’t such a good idea to bring him over your apartment, Artemis doesn’t like very many people. “Sure. Hit me up.”

10:32 Unknown Number: Nemesis, good evening.

You snort to yourself as you lay in bed. You turn on your side, hand sliding underneath your head as you add his number to your phone.

10:33 You: Hello.

You didn’t know how to feel about him after today. He was always deemed a fuckboy but he doesn’t really seem like the type if you’re being quite honest with yourself. It’s always just what you had heard in passing but watching him get so childlike and excited over an apple? It seemed like he was a bit different. Not to mention his knowledge of Greek mythology was absolutely incredible and you find yourself liking that he likens all of the gods and goddesses like his friends or family. It’s something comfortable to you.

10:34 Hades: Want to come over to work on the project?

10:34 You: That works for me, I don’t have many classes this week.

10:35 Hades: Perfecto. Anyone you want to choose for the project?

You set the phone down before tapping your fingernails against the back. Who would this project even be about? You hadn’t really given it much thought. You do enjoy a lot of different relationships between the gods and goddesses but your favorite would probably have to be Eros and Psyche. Wouldn’t hurt to see if he was up for it.

10:38 You: Eros and Psyche?

You settle yourself in for bed before looking back down at your phone. He left you on read. You frown before typing to him once more.

10:40 You: We can choose others if you prefer, it was just a suggestion.

10:41 Hades: See you soon, Nemesis.

You stare at the phone before sucking a sharp breath between your teeth and tilting your head. Now, you weren’t an expert at texting but something felt wrong. His answer seemed clipped and you wonder why. Did you hurt his feelings or something? You frown before throwing your phone on the charger and staring up at the ceiling. Enigma Jeon Jeongguk.

You saw him the next day on the lawn of the university. He was by himself for once, not surrounded by girls or gifts near him. You hid behind the weeping willow tree as you surveyed him. He sat down on the green grass near the tree, pulling at the blades of grass with his head tilted. A dove lands at his feet and he smirks at it before putting his fist underneath his chin. “Hello.” His voice is small as he leans back on his hands. He seems different somehow today, like he was in deep thought over something.

“Remember I told you that I had a lab partner to work on a project with?” He’s talking to the dove, like a crazy person. He takes off his leather jacket before laying it on the ground and throwing his body on to it. “She wants to work on Eros and Psyche.”

He stays quiet for a minute before clicking his teeth, “I’m not mad at her or anything. I really like her. She’s funny and cute, interesting.” You feel a blush begin to heat up your cheeks and you sit on the ground behind the tree before pressing your head back to it. “She seems really sweet and she’s very smart and nice.”

He sighs before ripping up a blade of grass, he groans loudly before putting the palms of his hands to his eyes. “No! I’m going to do what I want without your advice for once! We all know what happened the last time you fucking talked to a woman I liked!”

He likes you? You stop breathing as you go wide eyed. Heart hammering in delight you press your backpack tighter to your chest before smiling. Even if he was claimed to be this famed fuckboy, your heart feels a bit lighter knowing that he enjoys your presence.

“Just let me figure out if she likes me first. Zeus above!” He sits up before pulling his jacket back on, as he walks towards the lecture hall. He spots your legs behind the tree before stilling. You stomp your feet on the ground and he begins to smirk before heading off.

A few days later he has texted you his address. That was it. Just the address and nothing else. You can’t help but think you fucked up with that text and you don’t even know how you did it. You had put on comfortable clothes, although your brain was telling you to wear something cuter for god knows what reason. Something about this guy pulled you to him and you are unsure how to feel about it. You’ve never been this way before, you’ve only ever just went about life on your own. But you do know one thing all you have to do is just get this project done and get it over with. That’s all you can hope to do.

Standing in front of his apartment you can smell those same smells you smelt on him yesterday. You could feel your legs quivering for some unknown reason and you lean against the door jamb to collect your breath. You were nervous to be alone with him in such a small space. That’s what you think anyway, but knowing that if you knock on this door right now and he’ll appear makes your heart begin to hammer with delight. You groan gently before making a fist and taking a deep breath. Get the project done and over with.

You knock on the door before teetering on one foot to the other as you hold your breath. “Coming!” The voice is not of Jeongguk and you tilt your head before releasing your breath.

The door swings open and a handsome man stands before you. Smiling widely as his eyes squeeze shut before tilting his head.

“Y/N?” You nod slowly as you take him in. He had deep blue hair, dark chocolate eyes, a bright smile and the most plush pink lips you’ve ever seen in your life. He was dressed casually, just blue jeans and a black hoodie and even that seemed sensual. He dripped allure and effervescence as he stepped out of the way. “Come in, Jeongguk is in the shower.”

As you enter, setting your shoes off to the side you let out a low whistle at their apartment. The walls were made of marble, stone pillars in random places that exuded richness. Everything was gold, the furniture, the statues placed on stands and even the filigree of the walls. The blue haired boy walks past you before jumping onto the gold couch and smiling widely as he picks up a glass from the coffee table in front of him. “Wine? I’ve got the good stuff.” You swallow, looking around the living room with a dropped jaw before looking at the man on the couch.

They’re fucking rich! You notice a dove perch onto the statue of Aphrodite in the corner and suddenly your nodding to the man. “Yes. Wine.” He smiles widely before jumping up, “I’m Jimin by the way. Jeongguk is my cousin.” You nod in amusement before walking towards the Aphrodite statue.

The statue is pure gold, glimmering underneath the lights of the large chandelier that hangs from the ceiling. The dove bows its head down at you and you smile before waving at it. It looks just like the dove from the great lawn. You reach out to touch the statue before pulling your hand away, it’s almost like you’re in a museum of some sort. There’s a loud purr that catches your attention and you turn your head to the noise before yelping. “That’s Adoneus.” Jimin says cheerily and you narrow your eyes at him.

“That’s a lynx.” He nods happily before handing you the glass of wine, the lynx approaches you and you stiffen as it rubs its head against your thigh. “He’s really friendly, don’t worry. He was a present from my father.”

He pats the seat beside him before widening his smile at you, his eyes completely disappearing. You find comfort in his smile and you find yourself doing so as well before sitting down next to him. Leaning back you take in his black hoodie for the first time before noticing the thyrsus printed on the front.

“Do you like Greek mythology too?” You find yourself asking before you could stop yourself. He laughs gently, a short melodic noise before Adoneus sits at his feet. His fingers curl underneath the cat's chin before tilting his head to you. “You could say I embody Greek mythology, Y/N.”

You take a sip of the wine before widening your eyes, “Good, right? I have the best grapes on the planet.” The taste held so many undertones you couldn’t put your mind on any of them besides one. One that you couldn’t name that you smelt on Jeongguk the day before. “It’s delicious.”

Jimin hums at your compliment before pointing at the gold caddy by the Dionysus statue in the corner of the room. “I have something else you should try too.”

The crystal vase holds some sort of thick looking honey and you lean forward as he stands up. “It’s the most delicious thing to drink besides my wine. Look, I’ll give you some.” He stands tall before brushing off his pants. His feet pad over to the caddy before flipping over a gold goblet. The glass cork is pulled from the vase and you swallow as he begins to pour the drink. It’s thick, taking it’s time to fall into the cup. “Is it honey?”

He smirks before topping off the glass and holding it out. “Come.” You go to stand before hearing a hall open in the doorway.

Jeongguk appears, shirtless with a towel hung around his neck before narrowing his eyes at the situation in front of him. “Do not drink that. Jimin, please.” Jimin chuckles before putting down the glass. “Y/N seems fun! That’s all.”

You swallow thickly before looking over Jeongguk’s naked upper half. He had an eight pack underneath his golden toned skin, small droplets of water grace his skin as he leaned against the door frame of his room. “Come on Nemesis. Leave Jimin to drink and have fun on his own.”

Jimin laughs loudly at your nickname before walking back over to the couch and his huge cat. “Nemesis? Seems more like a Psyche to me.” You watch as Jeongguk grimaces before grabbing your wine glass and walking towards him. The closer you get, the tighter your throat gets. Chest restricting as his muscles clench and lax with every breath. You can see his tattoos clearer now, all symbols of Greek mythology. The one that catches your attention the quickest is the dove holding a rose in its beak over his heart. He smirks at you and you find it hard to stand still, knees beginning to quake underneath his molten gaze. He raises his arm above your head letting you enter the room and you thank him quietly before entering. His bed was white with a gold headboard. The room smelt of pine and apples as you stand awkwardly in the doorway. “Come.” His voice is gentle as he passes you to sit by the bed. His arm brushes against yours and you stiffen at the touch.

“I’m sorry.” You say quickly and he raises an eyebrow drying his hair with the towel. “Sorry? For what?”

Your feet shuffle towards the end of his bed before clearing your throat. “The other day, you didn’t text me back after I suggested Eros and Psyche and I’m sorry if I upset you.” He tuts his tongue to the roof of his mouth gently before patting the spot beside him. “I’m not mad at you, don’t be silly. Come, sit.”

His tone is soft and you find yourself sitting on the edge of his bed before looking around. He had portraits of gods and goddess littered around the walls and the same kind of gold caddy like in the living room nestled in the corner underneath a statue of Eros. “The story of Eros and Psyche is boring. I’d rather pick something else to do.”

His admission calls your attention and you can’t help but look at his chest as he leans back on his hands. You have to literally rip your gaze away from him as he begins to smirk. “Boring? It’s a great love story.” He snorts loudly before putting his head back.

“It wasn’t how the story goes. Anyway, I don’t want to do that so can we please just find something else to do?” His tone holds a venom that makes you recoil within yourself before nodding shortly. “Sure.”

“Hades and Persephone?” You find yourself asking before looking back down at his chest. His skin looks so smooth, if you could only just-

“Some other group will surely do it. We have to do something unconventional and fun. But, nothing with Zeus because he’s a hoe.” You giggle at his joke before licking your lips and looking at his eyes as he winks at you. Your neck heats up and you can feel your ears begin to burn. Your eyes are drawn to his abs again and you clear your throat as your mind begins to get warped with intrigue.

“Can you put on a shirt, please?” It comes out a frail whisper and he tilts his head before chuckling.

“You can touch them if you want.” He grabs your wrist before putting them on his stomach. His skin is as smooth as you thought, you can feel his abs flex underneath your fingers and your bottom lip purchases between your teeth. Your fingertips press into the muscles and you can hear a strangled noise in the back of his throat, your stomach unfurls in need before you come back to your senses.

You rip your hand out of his grip before clearing your throat and looking at the Eros statue in the corner. “Please, put a shirt on.” He rubs your shoulder comfortingly before standing up, “Yes ma’am.”

You had both decided to work on Hephaestus and Aphrodite, working with Jeongguk was quite simple, actually. He was funny and told you funny stories that almost sounded real. You found yourself becoming incredibly comfortable with him throughout the evening you spent together. It made the image of him being a fuckboy seem almost impossible.

“Hephaestus isn’t as ugly as the books say, you know. One time when I was little, I sa- I heard that he looked like a monster but he’s just constantly covered in soot and grease from metalworking. Aphrodite is just never happy if she doesn’t get what she wants.” He mutters before biting the apple in hand. You hum playfully before stretching your legs out next to him as you both lean against the headboard of his bed. “You sure know a lot about these people.”

He smiles into his bite before pointing at your notebook. “We have a lot of material already. We can just chill if you like, you’re cool. I’d like to spend more time with you.” You blush at his admission before closing your notebook, “Sure.”

He looks at your wine glass before grabbing it and standing. “I’ll get you more Jimin juice.” You giggle before nodding. As he leaves a body walks by the door before stopping. “Oh? Human. Hello!”

He had silver hair and gold eyes as he wrinkled his nose at you. You swallow at his handsome features, a perfectly sculpted nose and strong jaw. You wave back at him as he smiles widely, the form almost resembling a box before Jimin stops next to him in the hallway. “This is Jeongguk’s brother. Anter- Taehyung! Taehyung!” Taehyung waves once more before clearing his throat.

“She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she?” His head turns to his cousin and you find yourself blushing at his compliment. Jimin nods happily before turning to you. “You’re very welcome here, Psyche.”

Jeongguk arrives behind the two boys in his doorway and his jaw tightens, “Will you guys get lost please? And stop calling her Psyche.” He steps inside of the room, “She’s nothing like that fucking bitch. Get lost.” The door swings shut in their faces and you raise an eyebrow as he turns back around to you, black hair falling into his eyes. He smiles before handing you the glass of wine.

“Wanna watch Hercules?!” He asks cutely before jumping back on the bed, you sip the wine before giggling. “Sure.”

“It’s been a real slice.” Jeongguk mumbles along with Meg as you both stare at the television. You can’t help but snort as he side-eyes you. He was nothing like a fuckboy, you’ve decided this within the hour you’ve been watching the movie. “Why does everyone call you a fuckboy?”

He looks over at you before slinging his arm over your shoulders and pausing the movie. “Maybe because I’m really hot.” You blush as he squeezes your shoulder, his face moves closer to yours and you find your breath hitching in your throat. “Maybe because they're liars that just say I’ve fucked them to gain popularity.”

“B-But, you never stop them or tell them to stop.” Your voice sounds weak as he brushes his hair out of his eyes. “Why should I deprive someone of a fantasy? I’m not cruel. If every girl was like you then they would have gotten me.”

His stare is molten, his pupils blowing out as he looks down at your lips. The compliment makes your body stiffen before you’re ripping your gaze away from his. “You-You-” He pulls away before laughing gently, “Relax, Nemesis. I’m not trying to make you have a heart attack.”

You feel your palms begin to sweat as he takes the empty wine glass out of your hand. His thumb drifts across your cheek and you feel your body heat up underneath his touch. His tongue swipes across his lips before he’s turning back on the movie. “Pain and Panic are so annoying.”

You find yourself getting drowsy towards the end of the movie, your arms and legs dully whine as you move. You find your eyes fluttering shut as Hercules dives into the Underworld to save Meg. Jeongguk looks over at you as your eyes fully shut before wrinkling his nose. His hand reaches over quietly to the side drawer of his bedside table before grabbing a velvet bag. His fingers pinch the dust inside of it before gently blowing it at your face. “Dream well, pretty girl.”

He stands tall before stretching and looking at you, your hands press against your chest like a defense mechanism even in your sleep. He pulls the covers over you before opening the window. He whistles gently before looking over at your sleeping figure. “You’re not like Psyche. You would trust me, right?” Wings flutter drawing his attention back to the windowsill before leaning down as a rooster perches on the ledge.

“Tell Morpheus to send this one sweet dreams of me.” The rooster quirks its head to the side before bowing its head and flying off. The window is sealed shut before Jeongguk leans his back against the window and folds his arms. A smile spreads over your face as you sleep and he wrinkles his nose. He realized how much he did indeed like you, you were different. And, it’s been a very long time since he’s felt drawn to a woman. “Come to me, Y/N.”

Jeongguk throws himself on the couch before slinging his legs onto his brother's lap. “Very nice by the way Jimin, just call Taehyung Anteros in front of everyone, why don’t you?” Jimin rolls his eyes before pouring himself a glass of nectar.

“I slipped up, sue me. Anteros doesn’t come by every day, I forgot his Earth name. Maybe when Y/N comes out, I’ll slip up and call you Eros.” Jeongguk sneers at his cousin before relaxing into the couch. Taehyung smiles happily before sipping his own drink. “She’s sleeping? She seems very nice. Shy and sweet.”

Jeongguk watches how his brother's golden eyes dilate as he talks of you. “Watch it. She’s not for you.” Jimin laughs gently before sitting in the gold armchair next to them. “Seems like we’ll get a replay of Psyche.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes before stretching his arms over the top of the couch. “Y/N would trust me, whereas Psyche did not. Don’t compare them, Y/N is different. She seems to not have an ill intentioned bone in her body.” Jimin hums before nodding, “She’s very nice. I agree. I heard the wings of Hermes earlier, what was he doing here?”

“I called on him.” Taehyung looks over at Jeongguk before raising an eyebrow. “Why?”

“For Morpheus to send her sweet dreams.”

“Of you?”

“Of me.”

Waking up wasn’t usually this difficult but you didn’t want to wake up from this dream. Your mind knew it was time to get up but you couldn’t help but will yourself to stay in this dream.

Laying upon a marble table in the middle of a field of wheat, your hands graze over Jeongguk as he straddles you. His smirk is broad as he hums gently. “You are a goddess.” His body bows down, chest and stomach muscles rippling as his full lips graze over your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut under the lavender sun. Your body singing with want as his hands run over your bare sides. You were completely bare underneath him and you felt no embarrassment, as if that emotion did not exist with this god above you. “You taste like berries from the Elysian Fields, so sweet.”

His lips leave small petals of pinks and reds on your skin as his hands cup your breasts gently. His hands knead them gently and you can’t help but hear birds begin to sing as his tongue flicks at your stiffening nipples. Your fingers card through his black locks before gasping as he suckles sweetly at your areola. Back bowing off of the marble table as he spreads your legs with his large hands.

Your eyes open to watch the god lavish upon you, his touch feels electric against your skin. Sending shockwaves of want to your core. His lips trail lower, eyes on yours as he nips playfully at the skin of your stomach. “Eros, want you.”

His eyes glimmer with amusement before licking across your bare pubic bone. “Do you now? You want me? Here?” His fingers caress your pussy lips and a mewl is coaxed from your lips. You feel your arousal dripping on to the marble table beneath you and you squirm underneath him. His chuckle has you whimpering as he bows his head back down. “So wet, Zeus above.”

He curses under his breath before licking a flat swipe over your folds. Your moans resound throughout the wheat field as his hands grip at your thighs. “Sweet like Ambrosia.”

His full lips suckle at your engorging clit, the tip of his tongue flicking it gently as white hot pleasure courses through your veins. “Look at me, goddess. Watch me.” His tone is commanding and your eyes snap to his as his pupils blow out with lust.

His suckles become stronger, your stomach beginning to tighten as a finger swirls around the ring of muscle of your sex. “Eros!”

“Yes, goddess?” His tongue is playful and as he lifts his head you can see your arousal coated on his chin and cheeks. The sight makes your eyes roll back as you lift your hips.

“More. Want more, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His finger enters you slowly, the full feeling making you whine as he gets back to work. You feel as light as air as he pumps his finger into you slowly, his tongue circling around your clit before flicking at a quick pace. Your moans fill the field as doves begin to fly overhead, lightning cracks above and you find yourself reaching the precipice of your pleasure.

Another finger is added as he expertly curls them within you, finding the soft patch of muscles that have your back lifting off of the table. “Guk! Jeongguk! Yes! Yes!” He moans against you, a gravelly wanton sound that makes your stomach tighten tighter. “Cum for me goddess, shower me in your pleasure.”

Your toes curl as your mind begins to get fuzzy, his name both Eros and Jeongguk pour from your lips as your eyes screw shut. “I'm cumming! Fuck! Eros!” As you fall over the edge, birds begin to sing louder. Your pleasure starts at your heart before spreading-

You jump awake, a sheen of sweat gracing your body. Your head feels fuzzy and heavy as you gasp gently at your surroundings. You fell asleep here?! Idiot! And, that dream...Fuck… That dream was… Something else. Your eyes find the Eros statue in the corner before narrowing at it. “Get out of my subconscious.”

You hear shuffling outside of the room door and you find yourself aware that you should not be here. How could you just fall asleep in Jeongguk’s bed?! Speaking of the god...man. Speaking of the man, where is he? You go to stand before feeling how soaked your panties are and you groan gently. How embarrassing!

As if he had heard your thoughts, the bedroom door opens revealing the handsome man you had just dreamed of. "Good morning, Nemesis." You watch as he lifts a cup to his lips, the veins in his arm protruding as he smirks against the lip of the cup. His coffee irises dance with delight as he looks upon your figure. You begin blushing, your mind reeling back to the dream that felt so intensely real. "I-I'm sorry I fell asleep!"

You stand up quickly, hands frantically trying to smooth out your hair as Jeongguk leans against the door jamb. "Oh no, it's cool watching Herc rescue his lover gets me sleepy sometimes too." You can't help but stare as his tongue sweeps across his lips. Thinking back to your dream, his tongue felt so amazing on the most intimate part of you. You grab your backpack off the floor before pulling at the hem of your dress.

"I'll-I'll get going. Sorry." He furrows his eyebrows before watching as you teeter on your feet awkwardly. "I can make you breakfast if you want."

His fingers curl around the cup and you swallow thickly as if you could feel them inside of you. "I have to go!" You shove past him, coffee spilling from the cup to his chest as you barrel towards the door.

"Y/N?" He calls confused as you grab your shoes from beside the door. "See you in class."

He takes in a deep breath before opening his mouth as you meet eyes once more. "Hey Y/N, wait-" You open the door quickly before scurrying out without another word. How could you have such a dream?!

Jeongguk scoffs gently as Jimin peeks out of the kitchen, "I made her Ambrosia buttered toast!" He wipes at his coffee covered chest before looking at his cousin. "Where's the key?"

Jimin sets the plate down gently before widening his eyes, "Key? No. No! Eros!"

His bare foot taps rapidly against the marble floor before holding out his hand as his jaw tightens. "Give me the key, Dionysus."

Jimin whines loudly before trudging out of the kitchen towards his room. "Aw man! My father is going to kill me when he sees my hair." He mumbles pushing past Guk to go to his room.

Both men stand at the end of the hallway, the gold key jumping from knuckle to knuckle as Jeongguk stands at the wooden closet door. “Any last words?” Jimin clears his throat before looking at his cousin.

“Maybe just forget about it?” He gives a nervous laugh, in turn Jeongguk rolls his eyes before putting the key in the lock. A large boom resounds throughout the apartment as he turns the key and Jimin whimpers before chugging the contents of his wine glass. The walls vibrate as if they’ve turned to jelly and he takes a deep breath before shoving open the door.

“Oh gods.” Jimin whines loudly sticking his head past the door frame as clouds make a staircase towards a ray of shining light. Jeongguk steps past the door frame before looking down at his clothes as they shimmer and change. The chiton that appears on his body is lightwear and the color of a white sheep. He sighs before looking at Jimin, who in turn, changes from his hoodie and sweatpants to a chiton the color of wine. “Oh fuck! Dude! Let’s just go back inside, hmm?”

“I need to speak with Morpheus, he fucked me over.” His cousin whimpers before the sounds of harpsichords begin to resound throughout the air. “They know we’re here anyway.”

Without a second thought he walks over the clouds, the white wisps licking at his ankles before disappearing all together, his foot raises before stepping onto the staircase and closing his eyes. “Here we go.”

Mount Olympus was bustling today, gods and goddesses walking around on the stone ground not giving a glance at the two boys as they crossed the gold gates. Jeongguk’s mouth opens, eyes lifting up to look at the scenery he hasn’t seen for years. Stone pillars litter the pantheon, temples and mansions as far as the eye could see. Stone slabs of jagged and large rocks hold up the floating islands far and wide and he finds himself folding his arms before smirking.

“I knew you would come!” The sound is melodic, the voice making him feel at home as his head turns to his mother. “Mother!”

She floats forward, hair pinned underneath a gold crown as she extends her flowing arms. Jeongguk’s heart swells before enveloping her in a hug and spinning her around. She smells of ambrosia and roses and he feels immediately comforted. She steps back before placing her hands on his handsome face, shaking him around before smiling widely. “My son.”

He hums as Jimin steps closer to him as a bolt of lightning ricochets through the sky. “Shit man.” Jimin holds out his hand before a goblet of wine produces and he guzzles the drink greedily as the white clouds begin to turn a dark grey. “Why have you come?”

Aphrodite’s voice is filled with glee as Jeongguk slings his arm over his mother's shoulders. “I must speak with Morpheus.” She hums playfully before pinching his chin and wiggling his face. “We like her, yes?”

Jeongguk chuckles before pulling her with him, leaving Jimin alone. “Yes, we like her. Quite a bit actually.”

“Eros! Wait up! Please!” Jeongguk chuckles before opening his arm as Jimin rushes to him. “Big bad Zeus is going to light up the sky until you go see him. He birthed you after all.” Aphrodite’s voice is playful as all three stop as Pegasus crosses their path.

“Nice to see you diaper wearing boy.” The deep voice is a welcome one as his eyes look up at Heracles mounted upon his horse. “Herc. Pleasure, I’m sure.”

“Bro! You gotta help me out! Dad is going to flip when he sees my hair!” Jimin calls to his brother before pulling at his blue strands. Heracles laughs loudly before holding out his hand to Jimin. “Get on, you’ve been summoned.”

With the stomp of his foot he grips the big hand before getting hauled on to the back of the winged horse. “Hey, Eros! One hour Olympus time, please!” He begs his cousin, wanting to get out of this realm as soon as possible.

Jeongguk chuckles as his mother smooths out his black hair, pinning it behind his ear. “That’s if you don’t get struck down first.” The horse flaps its wings before Jimin’s scream is heard as the horse takes off without a second thought.

Jeongguk walks along the roads with his mother, head bowing down to the gods and goddesses that’s eye contact lingers for more than a few seconds. He was the god of love, sexual attraction and desire after all. His hand reaches out for a ceramic vase, one only that could be crafted by the great Hephaestus before the sound of winged boots draws his attention to the clouded sky. “Hey you!”

“Hey yourself Hermes!” Aphrodite giggles gently before sitting down on a marble bench, legs crossing demurely as she leans back watching the interaction. Hermes appears, slowly floating off of the ground before pointing his staff at the god of love. “Morpheus is looking for you!”

“And I him. Care to lead the way?” Hermes hands him a pair of flying boots before looking at Aphrodite. “Well don’t you just look ravishing today. The Elysian Fields could not compare.”

“You flatter me, Hermes.” She produces a rose before handing it to the handsome trickster. Jeongguk tuts his tongue before narrowing his eyes at the man. “Easy now, that’s my gorgeous mother you’re trying to play with.”

He kisses his mother on the cheek before smiling, “I’ll see you soon, I’m sure.” She hums to him as he puts on the boots. His eyes widen before pointing at her as he begins to ascend into the air. “Stop coming around Y/N as a dove all the time. You’re making me look bad!” She gives him a gentle wave which he can only roll his eyes at before the winged shoes are taking him to his meeting.

The home of Morpheus never ceases to amaze Jeongguk. He’s not sure if it can even be called a home, honestly. A simple canopied bed sits high above the mansions on their own cloud petastools as he lands. His bed is cocooned within swirling white puffs of clouds and Jeongguk makes it a point to clear his throat in case the god of dreams was sleeping, which in fact would usually be the case. “Eros.”

He leans against one of the bed posts before folding his arms, “I have words for you god of dreams.” The laugh he hears makes him scowl as Morpheus sits up in his bed. “Words? For me? I did you a service.”

He scoffs loudly as he pushes himself off of the bedpost. “She ran away from me, any dream you gave the poor girl must have been a nightmare.”

“Hmm? The dream. Let me see.” The grey haired man’s eyes close, eyeballs rapidly moving behind his eyelids before the corners of his mouth begin to turn upwards. “I would not consider this a terrible nightmare. I’d like to be such a man or lady in this situation.”

Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow before holding out his hand, “Show me.”

Morpheus chuckles before a goblet of Ambrosia appears within his grasp. “I gave her the gift of a good dream and her mind created this. It is not untoward to think she scared herself.”

Jeongguk shakes his hand impatiently before hearing a sigh, Morpheus’ wings sprout from behind his back before cracking his neck and placing his hand atop the god of love. Jeongguk’s eyes closed as his head lolled back. His body shakes with pleasure before smirking at the dream as it flits across the inside of his eyelids. “Ah.”

His answer is short as he pulls away from the god before him. His hands smooth out his black hair, pinning it behind his ears before clearing his throat. “Send her more dreams, won’t you?”

Morpheus laughs loudly, his laughter mixing in with the crack of thunder as lighting bolts fly through the sky. Rain begins to scatter on the clouded ground and he can’t help but smirk. “Must hate the blue.”

“I’m sorry to waste your time. I had assumed she saw something very unpleasant within her dreams to run from me in such a way.” Morpheus chuckles before laying back down with his goblet. “Embarrassment and unpleasantness sit in two different houses underneath the sky.”

Jeongguk nods thoughtfully before looking back down at the pantheon below this high cloud. “I’ll be on my way now, Morpheus. Thank you for your time.” The grey haired man hums before closing his eyes as the winged boots begin to ascend into the air once more. “She’s got a gorgeous body.” Jeongguk murmurs to himself before flying towards the market place.

He walks through the stone street, hands behind his back as he looks at all of the stalls. A flash of light catches his eye before turning to a booth with a wide smile. “Theia.” She hums to him, sitting upon a marble bench with her ankles upon a stone stool. “Eros.”

He wrinkles his nose at her cutely and she sighs happily upon seeing his handsome face. “I haven’t seen you in quite some time, young man.”

His eyes glance over the jewelry she has laid out, “I’ve been in the mortal realm. Enjoying life down there.”

“And does Eros have a new love that shines as brightly as my jewels?” He smirks at her question before picking up a gold necklace. It shines brightly even with the drizzle of rain. Two gold chains wrap around each other, coiling gracefully and he tilts his head before looking up at her. “How much?”

“Five gold.” He nods before feeling at where his pants normally are and sighing. “Can you make an Eros pendant?”

Theia snaps her fingers and a gold pendant dangles from the necklace. He smiles at it before nodding, “That’ll be ten gold, dear boy.”

He nods before a woolen bag is thrown over his shoulder. He turns his head to his cousin who now graces black hair with a frown. “Can we go now?” He murmurs before giving Theia a small wave.

He turns back to Theia before nodding, “Before you go, why don’t you stop by Heras home. She could enchant that necklace for you.” He stops before tilting his head. It just wouldn’t be right to have the goddess of marriage charm this piece. If you want him, you’ll have him.

“That’s alright. She can make her own choices, thanks Theia!” She hums before letting out a low whistle. Her legs leave the stool before watching him saunter down the rain slick road. The necklace glimmers in his hand and she smirks before leaning back in her chair.

“Let’s go get you a glass of wine. Hmm?” Jimin nods gratefully as they cross the golden gates.

“I mean what the fuck do you even think you’re doing?! Hmm?!” You counter to yourself as you stare in the mirror of your bedroom. Your fingertip taps repeatedly against the glass as you scowl. “Uh! So what if he has a super hot fucking body and he’s really cool and sweet. Ha! Like that fucking matters. Because, news flash, idiot! It doesn’t! And, so what if he knows a lot about something that you have such a passion for?! HA! As if you’d fall for him because he has all these cute stories about y’know...Dionysus and Hephaestus…” You collect your breath as you change out of your clothes from yesterday before getting ready for class.

“I mean, y’know, too fucking bad that you had a dream where he ate you out like a champ...With his lips...trailing all over your body and birds were singing because he...he licked your clit so well...and his hair felt so soft in your-” You go wide eyed before fanning your now pink tinted cheeks. “GOD! WHATEVER SO FUCKING INFURIATING!”

You barrel towards the lecture hall, backpack to your chest for protection as your eyes flit across the green lawn. You were safe, all you need to do is make it into the lecture hall and ignore Jeongguk when he gets there. That’s it! You grumble as you stop to look at the weeping willow tree you’ve grown so fond of during your time at this university. The dove was sitting underneath it again today and you find yourself feeling guilty you didn’t spend any time with it. You wave at it with a small smile and you hear him before anything else.

His laugh is loud, a sound that you want to revel in and yet, you shrink in form before jogging over to the tree and pressing your back to it. You can hear girls giggling at what he says and you scowl before looking down at the dove. “He must really think he’s like Eros or something, huh? No wonder people call him a fuckboy if he’s so easily amused with girls.” The bird sits down, head tilting to the side as your back slides down the tree. The beady stare makes you swallow thickly before scoffing, “I’m not jealous. Don’t even think that!”

You point at the bird before frowning. This is called projecting and you’re doing a great job at it at this very second. “Just because he’s handsome doesn’t mean he has to talk to every person he sees. God, he knows what he does to people! So annoying.” Your voice tapers off into a murmur as you recall your dream. The way his tattooed hands caressed your body and showed you such attention. The way his tongue flic-

“Who’re we hiding from?” You gasp loudly as you fall over. You look up at him as he smiles widely at you, “Hi, Nemesis.”

“H-Hi, Jeongguk.” He holds out his hand and you take in his attire before grabbing it. His leather jacket, his ripped black skinny jeans, even the earrings that dangle from his ears suit him so well you find the wind being pulled from your lungs. He lifts you up easily and you find comfort in his smell. “I was going to make you breakfast this morning. Why’d you leave?”

You clear your throat as his arm slings over your shoulder, you find it bizarre how comfortable he feels beside you. “I-I… You know… Had to feed my cat and wash my...toes.” Very cool. You’re amazing at this.

“How hygienic of you.” He snickers before putting his index finger under your chin and pulling your face to look at him, “Wouldn’t have anything to do with your sleep, now would it?”

Your cheeks burn at his question before shrugging his arm off of your shoulder. “Of course not! You’re ridiculous!” Your scoff echoes throughout the lawn and he chuckles before nodding. “Yes, goddess.”

You freeze at his words before pressing your backpack closer to your chest, “Jeongguk! Could I get your number?” Your head turns to a few girls as you both approach the lecture hall building.

He smirks before slinging his arm around your shoulder, “Sorry. Busy. Got a goddess to take to class.” You smack at his hand as it squeezes your shoulder. “Come on, Nemesis.”

Sitting down at your table, you can’t help but feel your stomach coil as he scrapes his chair closer to you. The scent of pine invades your senses and you find yourself smiling as he places an apple on the table in front of you. “I brought something to impress you.”

Your eyebrow quirks up as he puts a notebook with a bow on the front cover onto the table. He smiles widely and you can’t help but giggle as he folds his arms. “This is to impress me?” He gives a small nod before opening up the page.

Will you hang out with me again?

The words catch your attention and you close the notebook cover quickly as people take their seats behind you. “Jeongguk!” Your voice is a whisper as he bites his apple. He wipes at his chin before nodding at the book.

“I want to show you something.”

“What?” You can feel the excitement radiating through your bones, as Professor Song enters the room. Butterflies begin to erupt within you as he smiles widely wrinkling his nose. “You’ll really like it. Hey, do you...have a pen?”

“You’re just going to go over there and not be a baby.” You whisper to the mirror before stomping rapidly on the floor with your foot. Your eyes peer over at the bed, flitting between the two outfits you have casually laid out for your date. No! Not date! Hang out! You’re both hanging out! You sit on the floor, head leaning back against the door before Artemis climbs into your lap. “I think I really like him.” You whisper to your cat as she curls into a ball within your lap.

“He’s not like how I thought he was at all and my heart keeps doing this stupid thing where it stops and I feel like I’m dying.” You whisper fiercely to the cat as her paw extends over your calm lazily. She yawns loudly and you scoff gently, “No yawning while I’m spilling my heart to you!”

You lift her up before looking into her sleepy eyes. “I think I really like him and I’m not afraid of it. It’s freaking me the fuck out!” She closes her eyes before you press the cat into your chest. Thinking back to all your moments spent with him, you can feel those butterflies again. Flying around without a care as a smile begins to grace your face. “I’m not afraid and it’s freaky.”

You wore something prettier for this hang out. You listened to your heart instead of your head for once and you were impressed with the outcome. Your hair falls in rivets around your shoulder before you knock on his door. “It’s open.”

Your hand turns the knob before being greeted by the familiar golden fixtures around you. “Y/N!” Jimin yells loudly as he throws his arms up, wine sloshes onto his bare chest as you giggle at him.

“Hi Jimin!” You give a small wave as Adoneus rubs his head against your thigh. “Hi!” You crouch down to rub at his head and he purrs loudly for you.

“Wine for the prettiest human alive?” He goes to stand before Jeongguk’s bedroom door opens. “Come, Nemesis. Leave the drunk alone for a while.”

“Nice hair by the way.” You comment as a dove perches on Jeongguk’s shoulder. Jimin frowns before folding his arms, “My dad made me do it.”

His grumble makes you smile as your lab partner enters the room first. He sits on the bed and you can’t help but think to yourself how truly comfortable you feel as you sit down next to him. His black hair is pushed behind his ears as he turns his head to you. “Want to go to a party?”

You frown before looking into his eyes, “A party? I’m not dressed for a party.” He hums before clearing his throat.

“I can help with that, actually. It isn’t a regular party per se. It’s more of a...family gathering.” He wants to take you to a family event? You fold your arms before raising an eyebrow as you let him continue.

“You know how I um...I always talk like I know the gods and goddesses?” You nod slowly, your mind becoming confused as you clear your throat. “Hey, Dionysus?! She’ll need some wine.”

You blink slowly before Jimin appears in the doorway in a flash. He smiles at you before holding out his empty hand. You step forward to take it, confused at the meaning before his hand shimmers and a goblet appears. You choke on your own spit, coughing loudly as you back up into the window.

“Jeongguk!” Your voice is high as your hands grip at the gold ledge of his window. “Yes, goddess?”

“He-Jimin! He-” Jimin giggles before stepping into the room and you are two seconds away from ripping open the window and flinging yourself out of it. “He’s my cousin Dionysus.”

Your gaze flickers between the two handsome men before a psychotic giggle begins to erupt in your throat. Your hands find your knees as your laugh grows louder, eyes watering as you fall to the ground. “Y/N.” Jeongguk’s voice is gentle as you shake your head.

“It’s mythology! MYTH! This is not real?! What’re you insane!?” Your giggles go dead as the dove lands on the ground in front of you before the image begins to ripple. The bird becomes a tall Asian woman with chestnut brown hair and gold eyes. You swallow thickly before wiping at your face in shock.

“This is my mother.” Jeongguk grumbles gently, Jimin rounds his mother before grabbing your hand and putting the goblet into it. “Drink it, you’ll need it.”

“Well, isn’t she just a doll.” The woman's fingers pinch at your cheeks and you feel your body begin to feel tingles at her touch.

“Mother, please do not embarrass me.” She scoffs before helping you to your feet. “I’m Aphrodite, a pleasure to meet you. My son really enjoys spending time with you.” You gasp, mouth falling open before looking at Jeongguk as his eyes squeeze shut.

You feel as if you’re in a dream, the world beginning to feel flat besides the three people in this room. Two of them who just so happen to be part of the twelve Olympian Gods! You bring the goblet to your lips before chugging it as Aphrodite giggles. “She’s funny.”

“Let me refill that for you.” Jimin snaps his fingers before your goblet is refilled and you set it down gently before rubbing your hands together. “Okay, she gets it. Can you guys just… shoo? Please?” They hum before Aphrodite kisses your cheek.

"You're very welcome. I hope to see you on high." She winks before leaving with Jimin. Your eyes widen as Jeongguk leans back on the bed. "Surprise?"

You scoff before looking at the door then back at him. Then at the door. Then him. Your finger moves with your head to both places before scoffing again. "Let me truly introduce myself. I'm Eros." The god of sexual desire and love. You swallow before fanning your face as you let out a short laugh.

"Y/N?" His tone is gentle as he stands up tall.

"It's real?! Like, you're a god?!" He hums before snapping his fingers, his casual attire turns into a royal looking chiton. He looks like everything good in this world and you find yourself clearing your throat as your eyes falter to the floor. "So you...your stories were real?! You're from Mount Olympus?!"

He opens his arms with a small smile before nodding. "Yes, Olympus is my home."

This is incredible! Astounding even! To be in the presence of a god is...unreal. "I wanted you to see me for me. I like you. Quite a bit, in fact. I thought you would understand."

He likes you?! Truly?! You hum unsurely before looking at the Eros statue in the corner and squeeze your eyes shut. "Nemesis?" Your eyes flicker to his before looking away once more.

He approaches you, hands grabbing at your arms before rubbing them gently. You feel the tingles again, you rip your arms from his before shrinking under his warm gaze. "I can make you forget this if you want...I don't want you to be afraid of me."

You weren't! You were just in shock. Completely and utterly lost not knowing what to do. "I just...need some time." He opens his mouth before nodding slowly. "Whatever you'd like, goddess." His words make you shiver and you feel your body go numb.

"I-I have a gift for you. If you'd accept it of course. I bought it from my aunt Theia. She's the goddess of-"

"Light but also the deity of gold, silver and jewels." You finish his statement and his smile makes your heart feel light as he nods. "Yes. I bought you a present if you would accept it."

His hands press into one another before light begins to seep out of the cracks. You stare in awe at his hands before he opens them to a glorious gold necklace. "Will you accept?" Your head nods stupefied before you can even think properly. He chuckles before stepping behind you.

The gold chain and pendant are chilly against your skin but as he clasps it tightly you feel like it has always belonged on you. "I need time to think."

He hums to you before hugging you from behind, "Don't run from me Nemesis, please. I like you, very much. There will be time for my family parties in the future, I hope."

Once safely inside your apartment, your body slides down the apartment door. You let out a screech before stomping the heels of your feet on the floor. “OH MY GOD!” You squeal loudly before looking up at the ceiling. This is absolutely insane! No wonder he was so fucking handsome, he was literally born from the goddess of love and beauty! And, he likes you. You! He wasn’t like how people said he is at all. Well, that is for the simple fact that they don’t know him at all! All of his fun sounding stories make them that much more incredible because they’re real. He was honestly, so kind and funny.

He wasn’t like most people and there’s one good reason for that. He wasn’t a person, he was from on high which continues to rattle your brain. You can’t find the strength in yourself to stand so you opt for crawling. Which you feel blessed to have acquired a single bedroom apartment without the need for a roommate. Would be embarrassing if someone was watching you crawl towards your bed as your cat waltzes along with you. “He’s a fucking god.” You tell your cat who in turn knocks her head into your jaw as she rubs against you. “I know! So insane!”

Laying in bed you flip your phone from one hand to the other before touching the gold necklace on your neck that you never wanted to take off ever again. It came from Mount Olympus but just knowing that while Guk was up there, he thought of you and that makes it even more special. He likes you and he wants you to spend time with him. You like him and want to spend more time with him too. Your tongue swipes across your lips before unlocking your phone. Your lungs fill with air before exhaling loudly.

9:12 You: Eros.

9:13 Hades: Goddess.

You giggle to yourself before your phone falls from your hands, smacking you in the face. You whine loudly before rubbing at your cheek as you type to him.

9:14 You: I’m done thinking.

9:14 Eros: Oh? Are you? And what does this goddess think?

9:15 You: I like you too.

Your heart begins to beat loudly, the sound filling your ears as you gasp gently. Was that wrong? Did you do the wrong thing?

You stare at your phone on the pillow beside you, eye twitching as your phone screen still stays black. You whine loudly before pressing your face into the pillow. Of course it was a dumb idea. He probably has a bunch of women, goddesses even, that adore him.

9:30 Eros: Fuck! I’m so sorry! Dionysus spilt wine everywhere, broke the fucking vase that Hephaestus made us and I had to clean it up!

You grab your phone before reading his message and smiling.

9:31 You: A vase? Where do I get a god crafted vase? I want one.

9:32 Eros: Your wish is my command, goddess.

Your doorbell goes off and you jump at the noise before tilting your head. “Hello?” Your voice is loud, echoing throughout the apartment before standing up.

“Delivery for Y/N.” The voice calls through the door. You exit the bedroom before opening the door. A man in an all brown ensemble stands before you, he has a winged shoe medallion hanging from his neck as he blows a bubble with his gum. “Hermes nice to meet you, doll face. Here.”

He thrusts the box at you before popping the bubble of gum. “H-Hermes, like the god of messages?” Your voice comes out in a squeak as he winks at you. “In the flesh. Sign here.”

You stammer on a few syllables before setting the box down and grabbing the clipboard. “Like, actually Hermes?” He nods slowly before tapping the clipboard and blowing another bubble. Your eyes glance over his attire before clearing his throat.

“Listen, Eros’ new girlfriend, I got stuff to do. Hmm? I have three people I have to guide to the Underworld in like twenty minutes so-” He taps the clipboard, “-sign the sheet so Eros doesn’t murder me in my sleep.”

You clear your throat before signing the sheet attached to the clipboard and handing it back to him. Eros’ new girlfriend? You blush brightly before pushing your hair behind your ear. “Nice to meet you, Hermes.” The blush that graces your cheeks makes him chuckle as he pulls a packet of gum from his pocket and hands you a stick. “Nice to meet you, too kid. You watch out for that diaper wearing Cupid okay? He’s got a fragile heart.”

You nod slowly as he snaps his fingers before vanishing into thin air, small flecks of gold rain down from where he was standing and your mouth opens wide before a squeal leaves you. You grab the box before trudging back into the apartment and into your bedroom. The box is heavy and with a groan you haul it onto your bed. Your fingers begin to twitch with excitement, eyes widening before hugging the box to your chest. Wow! Jeongguk is actually the coolest person you’ve ever met. Coolest god, you’ve ever met. Only god. Anyway.

You open the box before staring inside. Just the rim of the vase exuded richness and you find yourself carefully pulling it out of the box before staring at it. Beautifully glazed clay with the faces of the twelve Olympian gods stamped on the base. “Holy shit.”

Where would you even put this beautiful thing? Your phone buzzes loudly and you set the vase down gently before scrambling for your phone.

9:41 Eros: Do you like it?

9:41 You: UH YES! THANK YOU!

9:42 Eros: Haha! Anything for you, goddess. See you tomorrow!

9:43 You: Goodnight.

You did it again. You had a super sexual dream about your lab partner slash crush slash god. And, honestly, when you woke up you weren’t the least bit insecure. “He finds me attractive.” You tell your cat as you comb your hair in the mirror as you get ready for class. The cat blinks at you slowly before laying down.

“He likes me. Me! Can you believe it?! I mean, I’m not even that special or great or anything and he has a crush on me!” You scoff to yourself before smiling. You look at the time before jumping up, Aphrodite might be waiting underneath the weeping willow today.

You rush to the weeping willow only to see an Asian woman sitting down on what seems to be a blanket made of silk. You were so excited to get here and now that you are, you can feel yourself becoming smaller as she looks over at you. “Come! I’ve been waiting for you.”

You give her a shy smile before walking over and standing awkwardly next to the silk blanket. She looks up before smiling warmly and patting the spot next to her. “I don’t bite, come. Sit.”

You clear your throat gently before sitting down beside her and putting your hands in your lap. She hums before folding her legs beneath her and smiling. She holds out her hand and a golden hairbrush appears. “Well now, I like being able to spend time with my son's beloved.” You open your mouth to reply as she sections off your hair before combing through it. Her tone is gentle before she snaps her fingers and an apple falls into your lap.

“I really love these.” She wrinkles her nose sweetly as you take a bite. “Good, I’m glad you enjoy them. Do you also enjoy spending time with my son?”

Your teeth sink into the apple before stopping at her question. The back of your hand swipes across your lips before looking back at her. “Yes, I do… Is that wrong?”

She laughs gently before shaking her head. Her hand sends electrical currents through your body as she swipes her thumb over your cheek. “Not at all, little one. I just have grown so protective of him after the whole business with Psyche.” You hum before folding your arms. You recall his anger every time she was brought up and you can’t help but question why. “What happened?”

Aphrodite tuts her tongue as she continues to comb through your hair. “I think Eros should be the one to tell you. He was so heartbroken for so long and then he met you. You seem to make him smile and feel as light as air again and I do enjoy seeing him so happy.” You feel yourself beginning to blush at her admission before hugging your backpack to your chest. Her eyes flicker to your necklace before smirking, her fingertips dance over the gold before sighing happily.

“I hear a grumpy boy coming.” She whispers as if she is spilling a big secret.

“Mother.” Jeongguk’s voice is clipped and you find yourself smiling at him as he narrows his eyes at the situation at hand. “Son.”

“What’re you doing?” His voice is riddled with tension before giving you a sweet smile. His eyes narrow back at his mother as she clears her throat. “Just combing Y/N’s hair.”

“Why?” He questions before holding his hand out to you. You make no move from the goddess as she sets down the hairbrush.

“Because I wanted to. Because I like her. Is that so wrong?” He rolls his eyes before shaking his hand and you look over at her as she nods. “Go on, little one. He’s in no mood to fool around today.”

You take his hand before bowing to her as he slings his arm over your shoulders. “It was very nice to see you again, goddess.” She giggles before nodding. “The pleasure is mine. I look forward to seeing you on high.”

“Zeus above.” Jeongguk mutters before pulling you away. You give her a small wave and his hand physically turns your head to look in front of you. “Don’t be so mean! She’s the goddess of beauty!”

He chuckles gently before ruffling your hair, “Yeah well, I’m the god of sexual desire and you don’t see me begging for women to suck me every minute of the day.” You smack his hand over your shoulder as he laughs loudly.

“Come on, goddess.” As you enter the building you look over at his other shoulder, the strap of a backpack hangs loosely on his leather jacket and you point at it. “You’re wearing a backpack.”

He hums before looking down at you, “To impress you. And! I even brought a pen today.” You laugh as you both enter the lecture hall.

Being with Jeongguk is amazing. There’s no other way to describe it. He makes your knees weak and your heart explode into a million stars that could paint the galaxy. You find yourself wanting to spend every minute with him. Not just because he’s a god, of course. Because, he’s genuinely an interesting person that you feel comfortable around. He does sweet things for you when you don’t even ask him to and he always puts you first. He hasn’t even deemed you his girlfriend yet and he acts as if you’re his wife. It’s very comfortable with him and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Then one time I accidentally ran into Herc as he was fighting a titan and I got shoved off of the pantheon. Hermes had to come and save me as I was falling.” Jeongguk mumbles as you lay next to each other in his bed. He snaps his fingers before pointing as the image on the ceiling changes. “That’s my mother and father's house.”

Your eyes drift to the marble mansion before looking at a mansion beside it on it’s own floating stones. “Whose house is that one?” He hums before snapping his fingers as the ceiling goes dark. “Mine.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his short tone. “You don’t sound very happy about it.” He snorts before drinking some wine, “Yes well, not many good things happened there.”

“Oh?” You sit up in his bed, legs folding underneath you as he looks over at you. His hair falls into his eyes as he gives you a small smile. “Psyche lived there, too.”

Ah. “What’s up with that story? It always seemed like it had a happy ending.” He gives a quick laugh before setting down his goblet and grabbing your hands. “It really, really doesn’t.”

“Care to talk about it?” He groans before sitting up and leaning against the headboard. His arms cross before his head lolls backwards. “I mean, do you wish to hear about my tryst with another human? Besides you?”

You shrug before putting your hands underneath your chin, “You like me, right?”

“Gods yes. More than you know. You’re so refreshing and sweet.” You smile at his compliment as his head tilts towards you, tongue running over the inside of his cheek. “Then you can tell me, I won’t be jealous. I’m here with you, in this bed.”

He shakes his head with a chuckle before closing his eyes, “You’re really something different, huh? Fine. Hold my hands.”

You put your hands in his before closing your eyes. You see her now, Psyche, her beauty was breathtaking. She was married to Eros, an arranged marriage that she had been forced into. She sat alone in a magnificent castle, gold columns, floors made of jewels and silver lined the walls. She was suspicious then, and an empty house welcomed her.

“I was never home, I was always out with my brother and Dionysus.”

She waited patiently for her husband to return home, laying in the large gold bed, eyes screwed shut. Then he appeared out of gold mist, he lays down behind her whispering sweet nothings into her ears and her face becomes passive. You feel your heart clench and your stomach roll before inhaling deeply through your nose.

Jeogguk’s hands clenched tighter onto yours, “Shall I stop?”

“No.”

Days pass and you can tell just how truly happy Psyche is. But, you can see her pain, too. You can see the way her eyes fill up with tears as she walks the halls of the large castle alone. You can hear her call out to her sisters and family members, her sweet voice bouncing off of the silver walls. She relays how much she misses them, how lonely she is. How she doesn’t want them to suffer because of her.

That night, as she lays in bed, he reappears behind her. Jeongguk’s body shimmers as he clutches her tightly. She asks him if her family can come up to the castle and see her, to know she is alive and well. He denies her but when he hears her whimper out of sadness he grants her that favor. He warns her though, to not let her sisters influence her mind or their relationship will crumble. She agrees to this before falling asleep.

The next day, her two sisters arrive with the grace of Hermes. The three sisters hug and cry with one another, happy to be together again. Upon entering the castle though, the sisters are too deeply amazed with what they see. How the floor is engrained with jewels and all of the expensive trinkets that litter the halls. Envious they question their sister throughout dinner, asking her who her husband is to have such wonderful treasures.

You can hear yourself gasp gently and Jeongguk lets out a bitter laugh, “I know. Keep watching it gets fucking better.”

Psyche tells them he is a young handsome hunter, that of which they do not believe. The sisters look across to each other at the dinner table before subtly nodding, their jealousy overtaking their minds as they make a pact to hurt their sister. As they say their goodbyes they whisper words of warning to Psyche. Telling her that her husband is an awful snake from the oracle Dephi. That this is the reason why he doesn’t allow her eyes to ever grace his face, he is an ugly wicked beast.

They had warped her mind like Jeongguk had warned her of. She speaks to herself in the day, alone in the castle. Asking herself why he does not come in the day and why he does not let him see her. He must be hiding something horrendous and she would shine a light in his face that night to see if he is a horrendous snake. And, if he is she will kill him. If not, she will go back to sleep peacefully.

“Psyche!” You find yourself whining and Jeongguk smirks before opening his eyes and staring at you. You are completely engrossed in the memories you watch and he runs his thumb over the back of your hand before tilting his head. You weren’t like this woman who he is showing you, you are someone far better than he could ever hope for. He feels lucky to have gotten to know you and in this luck, he wants to push it farther. He wants to know you forever.

Jeongguk sleeps peacefully and you watch as Psyche grabs the candle with a shaky breath.

“Don’t do it, idiot. He’s Eros!” Jeongguk chuckles gently before kissing the back of your hands.

Psyche’s face reveals great relief as the candle shines upon his handsome face. She falls to her knees and thanks the gods for this handsome man before her. As she leans against him a drop of oil falls from the head of the candle before burning Jeongguk’s back. He wakes up, pain written all over his face before looking at his wife as she thanks the gods. He scoffs, hand reaching to his back before standing and leaving without a word. Distrust is written over his features as he puts on his chiton.

Psyche runs after him as he descends the stairs of the castle, she hears his voice on the wind loud and clear as he tells her love cannot live without trust. She falls at the highest step of the castle stairs before wailing loudly.

You tut your tongue before frowning and you feel a tear squeeze past your shut eyes. “What an idiot.”

She cries on the doorstep for days, her body turning frail before deciding she would look everywhere for him and regain his love.

Jeongguk opens his eyes once more before wiping his thumb over your tear stained cheek.

Psyche goes to the temple of Aphrodite, praying to the goddess to give her back her husband. She begs the goddess to talk to her son and come back to her. She tells Psyche that she must be certain she is right for Eros, since she can distrust so easily. She tasks Eros’ wife with three tasks and if she does not complete them then he will be gone from her forever. Of course, Psyche agrees.

“Wait for it.” You hear Jeongguk’s voice whisper smugly before he is kissing at the back of your hands once more.

The goddess shows Psyche a mountain of different seeds. She tells her to separate the seeds before noon or she will never see Eros ever again. The goddess is gone in a shower of golden dust. She wails loudly as she separates the seeds knowing she would never have the time to complete the task. As she continues her task, a group of ants begin to pass by before deciding to help the crying woman. The seeds were then separated into smaller mounds that Psyche deemed acceptable. When Aphrodite saw these mounds she became angry and made Psyche sleep in the field.

“My mother can be a bitch sometimes.” You giggle at his statement before paying attention to the scene behind your eyelids.

The next morning Aphrodite comes back to the field, with a horrendous task. She points to a river as it flows freely over a large hill. The water is pitch black, abhorrent and running quickly. She tells Psyche to fill a jug with the water.

“Damn, Aphrodite. She could get hurt.” You mumble to yourself as your teeth nip at your bottom lip. “You aren’t watching a movie, goddess. You’re watching my life.” Jeongguk jeers before running his hand over your hair.

Psyche reaches the waterfall before discovering just how sharp and jagged the rocks. The black water was slippery and only a winged animal would be able to cross the rapids easily. An eagle flies Psyche to the waters after watching her fail several attempts out of sympathy for the still weeping woman. Aphrodite tells Psyche that she would not have passed without having help. She demands the weeping woman of yet another service, telling her she can prove herself to be as determined as she claims to be.

“Whoa. Aphrodite was on a rampage.” The god before you hums playfully, “She was angry that Psyche was beautiful, quite like she is, she has since grown up.”

Aphrodite gave Psyche a box, telling her to go to the Underworld and ask Persephone to drain her beauty into the box as a gift for the goddess of beauty. Obediently, Psyche to the road to Hades. Crying for two days and two nights before getting gates. She got onto a boat, one that was made of bones and leather as it crossed the river where the dead used to leave. She gave gold to the boatman, Charonte, to help her find her way to the dark palace of Persephone.

“Where’s Cerberus?” You whisper as your eyes squeeze tighter at the dim lighting of the Underworld. Guk chuckles before brushing his lips against your cheek as his forehead presses to your temple. “Cerberus lives with Hades in his palace. Persephone has her own. You know she can’t stomach him.” You open your mouth gently before nodding. Another story for another day, perhaps.

After a day of travelling, Psyche finds Persephone. She begs the queen of the dead to drain her beauty into the box for Aphrodite. Which, the queen does willingly because it was so asked by the goddess of beauty. She would always be glad to serve Aphrodite. With this third task done, Psyche travels back up to the surface before giving Aphrodite the box. Upon opening it, the goddess of beauty’s skin turns black as night, eyes turning bright red out of anger. She swears to keep Psyche a slave forever and never let her go.

You whistle before flinching as Aphrodite flies into the air leaving Psyche alone in the field. Vines grow tall around her imprisoning her as she cries out for help from Eros. Upon hearing her cries the gods and goddesses tell Eros, who has locked himself away due to heartbreak, all of the unjust things his mother has done.

“Here we go.” He mumbles to you before pulling you into his chest.

He flies down to Psyche before enveloping her into a hug, whispering sweet nothings into her ear and promising to never leave her side. They return to the palace before long and he promises to stay around forever. Their days turn into weeks and their happiness is unending. And yet, Psyche still talks to herself, mumbling that he is a snake underneath the handsome god's skin. He planned all of this to happen, he set his mother upon him to give her these terrible tasks. Her skin begins to turn pail as the light in her irises dim. She swears at him, shoving him away as if he is a demon. He tries to hold her, to calm her but she becomes mad. Raving and ranting as her long nails scratch and dig at his skin. He begins to bleed, tears of gold leak from his eyes.

You feel yourself begin to cry as you watch him writhe in pain. He brings you closer burying your face into his chest as your hands grip tighter at his. “I’m alright, goddess. I’m okay.”

She wishes death upon him, begging him to leave her be in the big palace by herself. She couldn’t bear to look at him as if he had wronged her in every way known to man. His body crumbles before long, knees cracking and splintering the brilliantly gemed floor as he weeps for her. She spits at him, grabbing a knife off of the wall before holding it to his neck. He begs her not to kill him, he tells her how ardently he loves her and yet, she leaves him alone in the palace as he falls to the floor wailing. He lays there as the days turn to night and night turns to day.

He pulls his hands from yours before hugging you tightly to his body. You sob against his chest and he coos gently as his hands run over your hair. “W-What happened to her?” His lips press to your hairline before picking your face up and brushing your tears away with his thumbs.

“She is a mistress of Hades.” You sniffle before sobbing again and the corners of his lips quirk upwards. “You’re even beautiful when you cry.”

You smack his hands away before whimpering and he merely chuckles before kissing your forehead. “Don’t cry, goddess. I’m over it, it was a long time ago.”

You rub at your face, chafing your skin with your sleeves before sniffling, “Have you ever loved after that? Did you ever find someone?” He tilts his head before smiling, his finger booping your nose before chuckling.

“I have indeed.” You look up at him as he shakes the hair from his face. His coffee irises gleam with delight as he tuts his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “What was her name?”

Your voice is a whisper in the expanse of his room as he curls his hands around the Eros pendant you were vigilantly. “She sits before me. On my bed. Rubbing the skin off of her face as she cries for my past loves.”

You stiffen as he smiles lazily, his head presses against the headboard before sighing gently. He loves you? Him? This impeccable being? You can’t seem to think as your heart begins to pick up speed. Jittery nervous course through your veins as your lungs restrict. “Y-You love me?”

He hums gently before nodding, “I do, goddess. Very much.”

Your body lifts itself up before throwing yourself on to him. He grunts gently before laughing as you wrap your arms around his golden skin, his large hands caress at your cheeks before wrapping a hand around your neck.

“I do indeed.” He kisses you gently. The feeling of his lips makes goosebumps produce on your skin as you gasp gently. Your hairs stand on end as your body begins to vibrate at his touch. Your eyes open wide as his skin begins to glow before you and as you pull away you can see yours doing the same. He groans gently before flipping you over and kissing you as if his life depends on it. Your heart rate soars, the sound resounding in your ears as your fingers tangle into his long hair.

He moans against your lips, a sound so carnal your hips are lifting off of the bed at his touch. “Goddess.” He whispers gently as his lips trail across the skin of your jaw. You whimper at how deep his voice has gotten as lust enshrouds him.

You pull at his hair gently as his hands begin to knead at your thighs. “Goddess. I cannot do anything with you until you are my wife.” You pull at his head, scoffing as he kisses down your neck. Lips plucking gently at your skin before sitting up.

“What?! Guk! Fuck me!” He chuckles gently before leaning back on his heels. You eye his erection, how it strains against the fabric of his sweatpants before reaching for it. He grasps your wrist gently, his touch is electric sending tingles through you as he shakes his head. “I cannot do a thing with you until you are on high.”

You narrow your eyes at him before shaking your head. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve made a promise to my mother, goddess. If I do not abide by the promise I will burst and no longer exist.” Your jaw drops open before sitting up. “Wow.”

He hums before looking down at his sweatpants and running both of his hands through his hair. “I will wait for the day you accept me.”

After that telltale night, you find yourself falling in love with the god that gives you everything so willingly. He’s become such a large part of your life that you can’t seem to help always wanting to be around him. The Graceful Gods project was due tomorrow and you yet again are in his bed as the pen cap sits snugly between your teeth. “What else should we add to it?”

Jeongguk looks up from the notebook before yawning and lying down, “Nothing. For the fiftieth time. Just lay down with me and let's sleep.” He opens up his arms and you pout before flailing the book in front of his face. “You’re already a god, I need to complete this so I get a good grade and graduate with honors.”

He smirks before pulling at your arm. Your body lands on top of his and he hums to himself happily. You both lay quietly for a moment before he lifts his head. “Move in with me.”

“Where, in here? Where we can hear-” You point to the sky before hearing loud moans ricochet through the apartment. He chuckles before pressing his hands to your ears playfully. “No, to Olympus. Move in with me.”

The book falls from your hands as he offers you such a thing. To move into his palace in the sky?! You squeak gently as his hand runs over your back. “I love you and I want you to spend your days with me.”

You do love him. You’ve never loved anyone more than him. Well, come to think of it he’s the only one you’ve ever truly loved. A love that shakes up your heart and you would give your life for him gladly if you needed to. It was a pure love, built from nothing but apples and vases. But, it was a love of your own that had your heart soaring.

“After we complete the project. I will.” You promise him. He smiles widely, so widely you’re afraid his skin will crack before his lips are on yours. His kiss is filled with ardor, pouring all of his emotions into the kiss as you both begin to glow in the dim lighting of his gold coated bedroom. He kisses you until all of the breath is stolen from the both of you. His hands run over your sides before putting his forehead to yours. “So.. the project, you wanted to add something else?” He whispers before hooking his chin over your shoulder. You giggle quietly before throwing the notebook on the floor and kissing him once more.

“You’ve done exceptionally well, which is surprising to me because Jeongguk seems to show as little interest in Greek mythology as I do when my wife continuously packs me cheese sandwiches for lunch.” Professor Song mumbles before throwing the sandwich on to his desk. You stand beside the man you love, head bowed down as you await your grade. “Very interesting how you formed the bond between Aphrodite and Hephaestus as a working love and not one made of anger like the books usually show. I was rather captured by it.”

You smirk as well as the god next to you. You can recall sitting underneath the weeping willow as Aphrodite brushed your hair telling you the tales of her marriage with her not so handsome husband as you wrote diligently into your notebook. “I do enjoy the hard facts, although what could be so hard about them when they’re fiction.”

Jeongguk smirks beside you before pressing his fist to his lips. “But I also enjoy how you made them feel like real people. As I said before I was captured by it. You both get an A.” Your eyes shoot up to Professor Songs before you’re squealing and wrapping your arms around your partner. He hugs you tightly before chuckling as you jump up and down excitedly. “You get to graduate with honors, Y/N. Congratulations. I’m sure this really has given you excitement.”

You thank him generously, having to be pulled out of the lecture hall by your boyfriend as you continue to jump up and down. His lips press to your forehead and you feel your body light up, your nerve ending jumping and vibrating at his touch. "Come with me, goddess. I’ve waited too long for this day."

His house is empty when you arrive, you can hear rain pattering against the windows. Adoneus sits patiently in front of the Dionysus statue before perking up at the sight of you. "You know when it rains, Zeus is angry or emotional about something. Since Jimin is not here, he must have done something to upset his father."

You giggle at his words before watching as he snaps his fingers. Your clothes ripple before changing and your jaw drops as you feel the rich fabric against your skin. The peplos falls in rivets and you find your fingers feeling the silken fabric. “Beautiful.”

His attire changes to a chiton and you find yourself feeling that fabric too. Pushing your body closer to his as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Goddess.”

You hum quizzically as your fingers drift over the baggy silk shirt, feeling his abs contort with every breath. You stand up, lips drifting over his golden skin and he lets out a gentle sigh.

“Goddess.” You suck gentle patches over his neck, leaving small markings indicating him as yours. Your body jumps and he catches you easily, his hands finding purchase on the globes of your ass before squeezing gently. A small moan leaves you and his jaw flexes as you kiss over it. “Baby. We can’t, you know this.”

You hum to him as he squeezes your ass again, your legs wrap around his waist as your arms run over his shoulders. “I don’t want to explode into gold dust.”

His admission makes you giggle before you gyrate your lower body over his. His cock, hard and throbbing, as your core runs over his. “Zeus above.” His lips chase yours before pulling you into a kiss that sets off a glow between you both. “You’re being a bad girl, goddess. You know what you do to me.”

You giggle before pulling him back in, his teeth bite your bottom lip. Pain radiating through you, you gasp only to have it be swallowed by his mouth as his tongue caresses yours. He moans loudly, a noise that mixes in with the thunder as it crashes loudly outside. You can feel your heartbeat pick up, as your fingers card through his black hair. His fingertips massage at your ass before walking over to the couch and laying you down gently. He straddles you before lifting the peplos and licking his lips. His coffee irises are all but black, blown out with lust as his bottom lip purchases between his teeth. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” His hands are warm as they caress your bare sides. He bows down, lips connecting to yours as your stomach begins to unfurl in wanting. His hands reach for your breasts before a throat clears.

You both jump before turning your heads to the noise. Aphrodite stands, leaning against her statue before biting an apple. Jeongguk jumps up before hauling you with him. He gives an embarrassed chuckle and you can’t help but feel your cheeks flush as she stares at you both. “In front of my statue? You would defile each other?”

He rubs the back of his neck before looking at you and giving you a small smile. She laughs gently before throwing him the apple, which he catches with quick reflexes before sinking his teeth into it. “I came because you told Hermes something very special was happening today. I assume it isn’t you turning into gold dust?”

He clears his throat before rubbing his hands together as if he’s getting scolded. “Yes. Um… Y/N is going to ascend today. That’s why she’s wearing the peplos.” His voice is a whisper before looking over at you, fingers scratching nervously at his scalp. He looks at his mother as she gasps. “Today?!”

You nod happily and within seconds she is lifting you off of the couch with ease before wrapping her arms around you and jumping. “This is so exciting! I can’t wait! I have so much to do! I-” She stops herself as her body rocks yours with glee. “Drink the Ambrosia slowly, your body will thank you for it. I have to go! I have to speak with Apollo, Dionysus, and Caerus. Oh! And-” She disappears within seconds, her body turning into gold shimmer before you two are left alone once more.

Jeongguk chuckles gently before wrapping his arms around you, “I think we can expect a festival awaiting us.” You wrap your arms around his before burying your face into his neck. His scent calms you and you feel your body ease into his. His hands drift over your hair, pulling your face ever closer to his body. “Are you ready?”

You feel your throat tighten before looking up at him, his eyes are on yours. Alight with love and fiery passion before he snaps his fingers. Two gold goblets appear on the table and you gasp gently. The thick liquid calls out to you, glowing gently in the dim apartment. “Once you drink this you will become immortal. You will not age, you will not die. You will stay by my side forever. We'll be married in the eyes of the gods and goddesses of the pantheon."

Your eyes flicker to the cup before biting the skin on your lip. To be with this man, this god, for your eternity sounds something akin to pure bliss. Without a second thought you pick up the cup. The liquid ripples slowly and you can see Guk begin to smirk as he picks up his own. “I love you, goddess.”

“I love you, too.” You bring the goblet to your lips before sniffing it gently. The smell makes you blink, “Holy shit.”

His laugh is loud before he sips his own drink. “Yeah, I know.” The smell is clean and pleasant. You can only liken it to itself, seeing as how you’ve never smelt or drank anything like it. Although, come to think of it this is Jeongguk's scent that you could never put your finger on.

“Drink it slowly, baby.” Your lips part for the thick drink, eyes on his as his nose wrinkles. His hand lands on your clothed thigh, stroking it comfortingly as you take a small sip. The thickness coats your tongue, your tastebuds scream with pleasure as your eyes go wide. You can feel your mouth warm up as the flavor bursts within you. “Okay.” He whispers before grabbing the goblet as your head lolls back.

You swallow the Ambrosia before your mind blanks. White noise fills your ears and Jeongguk sets down the goblets before cradling you in his arms as your body stiffens. You whimper gently at the locked feeling before your eyelids fall shut. “You’re okay, goddess.”

Your heart stops for a minute, veins falling still before your body jolts as an electrical current runs through you. It runs hot and fast, pushing your blood out of every vessel before you still once more. Your chest begins to glow, a subtle gold before it shines brightly, radiating through you to each limb. Your hands move first, numb but still pliable as you clench onto his arms. He pulls you to him, coddling you to his chest as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

Your heart begins again, pumping furiously as your eyes snap open. “There she is.” Your mind becomes clear, a loud gasp emits through the room before you look down at your radiating skin. He hugs you tightly, lips kissing over your face as he tells you how much he adores you. “Thank you. For coming to me.”

You hug him back, sitting like this for a small while. You grab the goblet again before taking a sip and relishing at the taste. No food or drink could ever compare to its deliciousness and you find yourself never wanting to have anything else. “Snap your fingers for me.”

You raise an eyebrow as you look upon his handsome face. He closes his eyes and snaps, an apple appears on the table. “For me. Just let me see what your fruit is.”

You snap your fingers before tilting your head as nothing happens. Jeongguk furrows his eyebrows before shrugging. You pout deeply making him chuckle before his lips are against your temple. “That’s okay, goddess. Not everyone can get a fru-”

His sentence is interrupted as the apartment begins to rumble. He widens his eyes before holding you close as the marble floor begins to crack and splinter. “What the fuck?”

A tree erupts from the ground, groaning loudly as branches smack against the ceiling before apples begin to grow off of the tree's limbs. “Zeus above!” He pushes you off of him before stepping around the coffee table and plucking an apple off of the tree. Your mouth drops open and he laughs loudly before throwing the apple up in the air. “By the gods, you’re incredible.”

He stands there before tilting his head to you, "You know, I've had a crush on you since that day you watched me on that bench." You smile gently at his admission before crossing your legs. That was a while ago now.

"Then why didn't you talk to me?" He hums to himself before clearing his throat. "Gods can be insecure too, goddess. Maybe I was just happy to sit next to you every day." You mewl at his words gently before taking another sip of your Ambrosia.

He takes a bite of the apple before chuckling to himself. He holds out his hand as he walks towards the hallway. “Come, my goddess. You have a welcome party to attend to.”

You watch, eyes enraptured as the walls turn into jelly before he pushes open the simple closet door. Clouded stairs greet your path, illuminated by a lavender sun. He steps onto the clouds before smiling at you. “Come.” He holds his hand out waiting for you as you peek your head through the door.

“Holy shit. This is…”

“Olympus.” You can hear wings flap and as you step out nervously, foot tapping against the cloud to make sure it's stable you see a flying horse with a man on its back. “Is that…?”

“Pegasus and Heracles. Yes.” You squeal loudly, feet stomping on the cloud making him laugh gently. “I’m sure you’ll meet many of my family. If Jimin had a hand in this party, you’re in for a treat.”

He goes to step up the staircase with you before turning sharply. “Try not to let my aunts touch your skin. They’re insane.”

He steps up another step before stopping, “And, don’t drink too much Ambrosia. You’ll get sick.”

You nod thoughtfully as he stops at every stair. You whine loudly as excitement courses through you wanting to see the pantheon just a few meters away. “And don’t leave my side.”

“Don’t touch any animals.”

“Don’t accept any offering that demigods try to give you.” You roll your eyes as you begin to ascend with him.

“If you see Helios, don’t look directly into his eyes or your skin will burn.”

“Hymenaios will congratulate you on our wedding, if he tries to-”

“Jeongguk!” He tilts his head with a pout as you wrap your arms around his waist. “Relax. I’m going to be just fine.”

His lips drift over your hairline before nodding, “Yes, goddess.”

Harpsichords begin to play as you cross the golden gates. Your breathing stops as you take in the bustling pantheon in front of you. You eye the floating isles set upon clouds and jagged stones and in the distance you can see Jeongguk’s home. You point to it before squealing and he smiles at you. “Yes, that is our home.”

You hug him tightly, feet stepping giddily on the stone floor as you gasp as Pegasus steps in front of you both. “Eros.”

“Herc. Pleasure.”

The horse brushes it’s white face against you and you look up at the divine hero. He bows his head to you before smiling. “Goddess. Good morning to you.” His body was chiseled and riddled with scars from his battles that he so dutifully fought. You find yourself beginning to swoon as his pectoral muscles ripple. “The Hall is getting ready for your arrival. I was told to bring you this.”

Heracles snaps his fingers and you feel a weight on your skull. Jeongguk hums gently before fixing your hair behind your ears. “Pretty gift. From who?”

“Theia and Aphrodite.” He nods and you point at your head. “Is it a crown?”

He wrinkles his nose cutely before nodding. “A pretty one too.”

“Well. I’ll be off. Pegasus, say goodbye to our new goddess.” The horse whinnies loudly and you gasp with delight before petting his head. “Hi Pegasus!”

Jeongguk steps back to look at you in your entirety, his heart swells with adoration before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing gently. “Oh!”

You look up at Heracles once more as he snaps. “Have a nice flight.” Winged sandals appear on your feet and you gasp loudly, gripping at Jeongguk’s chiton as you float above the floor. Pegasus takes off, wings flapping loudly in the breeze before flying into the clouds above you. “It takes some time to get used to, like riding a bike.”

“You know how to ride a bike?” You find yourself asking with a laugh, he chuckles as he begins to float beside you. “No, but I can ride a chariot and that is much more impressive.”

You reach the hall screaming bloody murder as Jeongguk laughs loudly. “You’re fine, goddess. See.” He plants himself down on the gold steps of the large hall. Your head lolls back as your mouth opens to take in the gorgeous architecture. Pillars of marble and gold hold up the high ceilings. You eye carefully the way the pillars are cut with precision, swirls at the base and tops leaving the columns looking regal and defined. “Eros!”

That is a voice you know very well. You look at Jimin as he flies towards you with a wide smile. “Y/N! Can you do this yet?” He spins like a top as he floats in the air before doing a somersault. “I just got here like five minutes ago. I can barely float.” He laughs loudly before finding purchase on the ground. He produces a cup of Ambrosia before handing it to you.

“You had to hear her, screaming like a banshee. I’m sure Hades could hear her in the Underworld.” You scowl at your man as he chuckles delighted. Your eyes look past Jimin as godly women arrange a banquet, the likes of which you’ve never seen before. “Well, well.”

You turn excitedly to the woman who mothered the god you so love. She wraps you into a hug before a lyre begins to play throughout the sky. “The beautiful goddess is here. I’m so happy for you.” Her hand feels warm upon your cheek as you giggle shyly. “We have many people to meet, wouldn’t you say?”

“Mother, we’ve only just arrived.” She tuts her tongue at her son before smiling at you. “Demeter. Come meet Eros’ wife. She’s an absolute vision.” She pulls you away from Jeongguk as he scoffs quietly.

“Family really is so annoying.” He whispers to his cousin before snapping his fingers and producing a glass of wine.

“Demeter, this is Y/N. Eros’ wife.” A woman turns to you and you can do all but gasp at her beauty. Her peplos is the color of wheat, which is apt for the goddess of grains and harvest. She hums delighted before putting her hands upon your face. You feel a jolt run through you before you’re licking your lips. “Well now, how gorgeous is this one.”

You smile shyly as she fixes the gold crown atop your head before giving you a motherly smile. “She has a beauty fit for a goddess. I wish my Persephone were here to see this.” You clear your throat gently before looking over at Aphrodite as she drinks from a glass of wine. “She has immortality, but not eternal youth. This must be fixed. Right away. Don’t want you wrinkling, goddess. Hebe!”

Your attention turns to a young woman, black curls shroud her shoulders as her young face smiles at you three. “Oh! Mother!” Jeongguk whines loudly as Hebe skips over. His voice is like a song you would love to hear for all of eternity. Hebe stands in front of you before clapping happily.

“We must do something about your skin. It is already turning pale.” You point at yourself, eyes widening at the goddess of youth. She nods early before snapping her fingers and producing a small vial. “Drink. This is from my fountain.”

You take the vial before looking down at the water from the fountain of youth within your palm. “Go on, Y/N. It’ll be but a minute.” You uncork the vial before drinking the water. “Zeus above!” Jeongguk yells loudly before dropping his goblet to the floor as your body goes still.

He flies over to you, catching you quickly as the three women giggle with childish intent. “You could have let her sit or something.” You feel your skin become softer, hair becoming shinier underneath your gold crown and Jeongguk’s eyes soften before running his thumb over your cheek. “Why must she sit when she has you. So eager to catch the young goddess.”

He scoffs gently before helping you stand back up, his lips brush against your cheek. Your stomach unfurls in wanting as your hand snakes around his neck. “I do hope you enjoy my wedding gift, Eros. Doesn’t come cheap.” Demeter jeers before turning back to the banquet table.

“I told you not to let them touch you.” He whispers through clenched teeth as you begin to smile at his handsome face. Your lower body begins to glow, womb glistening like the sun making Guk scoff.

“Oh, Zeus above, Demeter! Really?! You could have just given her a loaf of fucking bread.” Demeter giggles before fixing the wheat in her cornucopia. “Where’s the fun in that god of love?”

The welcome party goes off without a hitch. You find yourself leaning into a conversation with Odysseus and Persyus as they tell you their wondrous tales that only heroes could live. Jeongguk has kept you close to him throughout the night, his hand never leaving your waist as you converse with the gods and goddesses you had believed were a myth your whole life. “Wife.” Jeongguk calls your attention and your head is already lifting to look up at him. “Let’s go for a walk. Hmm?”

He takes your hand before kissing it gently and you bow gracefully to the two heroes before you are off with the god you so ardently love. “Gods, they don’t shut up. If I have to hear Theseus tell the tale of how he battled a minotaur one more time, I might rip my own ears off.”

You laugh gently as you both begin to float off of the island towards Jeongguk’s home. It dawns on you now that this is your own home as well. “Shall I take my goddess home?” He whispers in your ear as his arms wrap around you. You giggle before burying your face into his neck, “I think so.”

You step inside of the castle, your eyes not knowing where to land as fires begin to light up the cold halls. “It hasn’t been lived in for a long time.” He whispers before looking around almost as astounded as you. He pulls your hand as you both step onto the floor. You take in the jewelled floors, how they shimmer and sparkle within the orange lighting of the fire. His feet pad up a marble staircase taking you with him as you notice the missing sword on the wall. Your throat clenches at his memories you’ve seen so vividly. Your hand brushes along the gold walls, feeling the expensive metal beneath your fingertips as he turns to you. “This is our home now. This home will be filled with love and joy. The walls will tell tales of how ardently we love one another.”

Your eyes catch Artemis as she flits down the hall and you smile widely. "Couldn't leave her on Earth by herself now could we."

You smile at him, heart beginning to race as he lifts you up with ease wrapping your legs around his waist. “I love you, goddess.”

Your hands card through his hair as he walks into the master bedroom. “I love you, too.”

He looks at the bed before frowning. This bed holds many memories that would not do. You snap your fingers and the bed changes entirely. From gold to silver. From red bed sheets to white silk with four bed posts made of ivory. Jeongguk whistles before kissing you softly. “Now that gets my cock hard.”

Your giggle ricochets off of the golden walls as he lays you down gently. “You know… We’re married now.” You hum to him as he kisses down the expanse of your neck, eyes fluttering shut as his lips pluck at the thin skin. “We are.”

His lips suckle sweetly at your neck, tongue licking over the reddening skin as he marks you as his own. Your stomach unfurls once more, pants beginning to rip from your chest as your legs squeeze his waist. He groans gently before snapping his fingers and you are utterly naked underneath him. “Zeus above, you’re so beautiful.”

With the snap of your fingers, he too is naked before you. In the dim orange lighting you can see every shadow, every curve of his muscles. The way his eyebrows furrow as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. Your eyes dance over his handsome face, watching as he bows his head down to lavish sweetly upon your body. His hands cup your breasts, lips sucking marks around an areola before encasing it with his perfectly shaped lips. Your back bows off of the white bed. Fingers running through his hair before pulling gently. You relish in the short gasp he takes at the pain and you could feel your arousal beginning to weep from you.

His large hands spread your thighs, as his tongue flicks against your nipple. Soft moans emit throughout the large bedroom as his hands begin to grip tighter at your sensitive flesh. “Guk!”

“Yes, goddess?” His voice is deep as his eyes meet yours, in the light of the fire you can see how blown out his pupils are as he licks at his lips. “Want you.”

“You have me.” His fingers run over the expanse of your thighs before his lips begin to trail lower. Hands grasp at your hips as he groans lowly. “You do taste so sweet.”

If you could have any thoughts you would recall how much like this your dream was that you had not so long ago but all melts away as his teeth nip playfully at the skin of your pubic bone. “Shall I taste the sweetest tulip I’ve ever seen?” He cocks his head to the side, black hair falling into his eyes and you could orgasm on the spot of how handsome he is. Hands falling from his hair, your fingertips drift over his muscled arms, leading over to his pectoral muscles and down to his abs. You find it hard to concentrate as he sits up tall for you, letting you explore his body. The sinew of muscle constricts as you touch him and his head lolls back at the feeling. "Gods, your touch is incredible."

You go to sit up before he is narrowing his eyes at you. "Lay back and shower me in your pleasure." You whine gently as your hands continue to stroke his abs, wanting nothing more than to lick and suckle his taught skin.

"Goddess, bad vixens get punished in this house." Your breath catches in your throat as his head bows back down. His tongue sweeps over your closed pussy lips and you sigh gently at the feeling of his mouth upon you. He snaps his fingers and your arms are pulled over your head as white silk bands wrap around your wrists. "Guk!" He chuckles gently before spreading open your pussy lips.

He moans at the sight before licking a flat swipe up your sex, gathering your arousal on his tongue. "Sweeter than Ambrosia. I'd like to taste this every minute of every day, Zeus above."

You become aware of harpsichord music as his lips kiss your swollen clit. The melody is a sweet song that has your brain beginning to feel fuzzy. "Shouldn't have let Demeter touch you. Her gift makes me want to impregnate your fertile little cunt." He mumbles to himself before suckling harshly at your clit. Your body bows off of the bed, thighs pressing against his head as you moan loudly. He snaps and your ankles are stretched open and pulled tightly down onto the bed leaving you perfectly exposed for him.

"I'm going to put a god inside of your womb tonight, goddess. Would you like that?" You whimper loudly as his index finger begins to tease your entrance. "Fuck you so well the whole pantheon sees my child growing inside of you."

The thought has his head swimming as his lips attach back to your engorged bundle of nerves. His finger enters you slowly, moans coaxed from the both of you. Guk curls his finger slowly yet expertly to the patch inside of you that has sobs wracking from your body. Your body begins to float up and his free hand pins you down to the bed as he slowly adds in another finger. "Guk! Fuck!" He hums against you, tongue flicking faster as your arousal begins to coat his cheeks and chin. The harp grows ever louder as your body begins to illuminate for your husband between your legs. It is then that your heart begins to beat fast, stomach tightening as you whimper louder. "Shower me in your pleasure, goddess. I love you so much."

"Jeon-gguk!" He moans against you gently, eyes rolling back as he feels your cunt begin to pulsate around his fingers. "That's it, goddess." The light from your body begins to shine brighter and he watches your face, drinking in the pure pleasure written upon it.

Your stomach tightens to the fullest before your head is lolling back. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" He grips at your hip harder, your words sending all of his blood straight to his cock. His teeth graze across your clit before you're cumming loudly. The stars of the galaxy paint the back of your eyelids as you fall over the edge. The harp gets drowned out as white noise replaces it. You moan his name loudly, both of them Eros and Jeongguk alike and he sits up to watch you with greedy eyes. "Gods, you're gorgeous."

Jeongguk slowly pulls out of you. He suckles on his fingers, savoring the sweet taste of you. His hand rubs at your glowing sides, letting you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. He leans down pressing his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and thick as he cups your face with his hand. His forehead connects to yours before muttering the only three words that seem to matter. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Your hands strain against the fabric before you pout. He chuckles, sweet breath fanning your face before you're slyly smirking at him. You snap your fingers and like that, you're free from your confines. Your body lifts up before shoving him down onto the bed, he gasps gently before chuckling.

"I guess I'm not the only one who holds power in this home." You giggle before planting a chaste kiss upon his lips. Trailing downward, your tongue sweeps small circles over his golden skin as he glows from the orange flames. He gasps gently, mouth dropping open before his eyes flutter shut. You lick at his chest, dancing over the taught, muscular skin. He groans gently, whispering your name reverently as his hands run through your hair. You feel it again, the feeling that sends tingles through your body. Begging for the man underneath you, Jeongguk's eyes flutter open before smirking as your lower half begins to glow. "Someone's womb is dying to be filled with the seed of Eros. Hmm?"

You snap your fingers, white silk ribbons wrap around his wrists before yanking his arms above his head. He groans gently before chuckling. "You're astounding, goddess." You know he could easily release himself from them but he makes no move as your hands run over his thick thighs. You take all of him in now, almost gasping at his large size as his cock twitches with need. He was long and thick making your mouth water. Rose colored veins peppering his long length as it rests against his stomach. His bulbous head is blushed pink and you can help but notice the gentle curve of his immaculate cock. He whimpers when you touch his inner thighs. Hips bowing off of the bed begging for something more. "It's been so long since I've been touched." He admits and you watch how precum begins to pool at his slit.

The precum shimmers in the lighting and you feel your mouth go dry, begging to taste it. You wrap your hand around the base, earning a hiss from the god beneath you before kissing over his length. He groans long and low as his head smacks into the mattress. "Oh gods, goddess you don't know how long I've waited for your touch." If it's half as long as you, you have a pretty good idea.

His cock is heavy in the palm of your hand, twitching with bliss as you press your lips to the smooth skin. The harpsichords begin to play once more as you reach the head. Your tongue darts out, licking the thick precum off of him before your eyes widen at the taste. There is no musk, nothing of the sort. He tastes of Ambrosia and you find yourself pumping his cock quicker for more. Delectable is the only word to describe it. You moan gently for him, a noise that makes him grunt gently before your tongue swirls around the blushed head of his cock. He moans loudly, eyes squeezing shut as his chest begins to glow. "Oh goddess!"

Your mouth engulfs him, hands caressing his abed stomach as you hollow your cheeks. He is heavy against your tongue, shimmering precum streaming endlessly into your mouth as he moans your name. What you cannot fit inside of you, you begin to stroke. His body begins to twitch with pleasure, thighs flexing and unflexing before he is snapping his fingers. His hands fall free before he is sitting up to watch you suck him diligently. "You fuck my cock into your mouth so well."

You whimper, thighs pressing against each other for some relief as you feel the emptiness of your cunt radiate through you. His hands grab at your hair, pulling it away from your face to view you easier. Your tongue runs flat licks over the base, the sounds of your cheeks hollowing and sucking him echo through the room and he gasps loudly as he grips your hair tighter. "Oh fuck! Goddess! Thank you for pleasing me so well."

Your eyes shut at his praise and his thumb sweeps across your cheek bone as you feel him begin to throb within your mouth. His body glows brighter, moans beginning to reach new levels of high. His fingertips roll and pluck at your nipples as his bottom lip purchases between his teeth. Your hands cup his balls, squeezing and rolling them gently within your hands and you whimper as he whispers your name with reverence. "Oh shit! I'm going to cum. Oh gods, fuck, it feels so good, Y/N!"

You swallow around him diligently, nose nestling to his pubic bone as you let him use your throat as a cocksleeve. "Oh goddess, how I love you." He begins to fuck your face, he pulls at your hair gently. The feeling sent straight to your core as your new wave of arousal begins to weep from you. Your eyes well up with tears as he whimpers loudly. "Goddess! Yes! I-I" He falls silently as his body begins to float into the air, taking you with him. His head falls back as he gasps quietly. "Cumming. Fuck, baby. I'm cumming for you."

His cock throbs wildly before stilling, warm ropes of cum paint your throat and you relish in the sweet taste of him. He moans your name so loudly that the gold walls of the castle vibrate gently. He glows brightly before you both fall back down onto the bed. Your hands run over his chest as he breathes raggedly. His tongue licks at his pretty pink lips before he raises his head to look at you. His smile makes your throat tense up, the most beautiful god is really beneath you.

His hands coddle your body to his before he is laying you back and kissing you gently. His knees knock open your legs, thumb caressing your cheek and jaw as he aligns himself to you. His cock gently brushes open your lips, gathering your arousal on the underside of his cock. You moan as his bulbous head prods at your engorging clit. His lips press to yours quickly before putting his forehead to you. "Shower me in your pleasure, goddess."

The harpsichords resound throughout the room, gentle and melodic as the head of his cock prods at your entrance. Hands grip at his tattooed arms, eyes on one another's as he inches slowly inside of you. There is a burn as he stretches your pussy for him. Your cunt muscles clench and squeeze against the thick intrusion and he kisses you languidly as he takes his time. He buries himself to the hilt, choking on a moan as his tongue caresses yours. "You're so tight, goddess. So fucking wet."

Kissing over your jaw, he gives a small thrust to work open your pussy and you could feel every curve of his cock, every part of your cunt filled by him. His moans are gentle as his thumbs brush over your nipples. "You'll take my child so well, pretty tits will swell with the milk of the gods."

Your pussy clenches around him as your womb glows brightly. "You'd like that, goddess. Wouldn't you? Like to have a god within your womb. Growing my child strong for Olympus."

"Yes! Please! I want to be pregnant with your child." He moans at your reply, lips crashing down on yours as he kisses you with unbearable wanting. It is then that he pulls out slowly, the bulbous head of his cock drags deliciously through your walls before thrusting back inside.

Your back bows off of the bed, eyes rolling back as your body begins to sing with white hot pleasure. He begins a lazy pace, whispering words of ardor over you as his lips kiss at your skin. Your bodies begin to float and he takes this time to wrap his arms around you, arm muscles rippling as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

"Guk! More, please." He whimpers against your neck, tongue lazily sweeping circles over your skin before lifting his head. "Yes, goddess."

His thrusts pick up speed, your legs wrap around his waist as he grips at your hips. You can see the way his black hair begins to coat in a shimmering sweat, sticking to his forehead. His bottom lip finds purchase between his teeth as he pumps his cock into your needy cunt. "Gods, you feel so amazing. Your, fuck, your pussy is so incredible."

You sit up, chest smacking into his as you both float higher, your body bouncing on his with each thrust. His hands snake to the globes of your ass, squeezing roughly as he pulls you in for a kiss. You can see his body begin to glow once more, starting at his heart and spreading to his limbs. His strong arms take control, lifting your body with ease as your arousal begins to drip down his balls.

"Oh fuck! Eros!" With each thrust, the head of his cock prods against your cervix folds and your head lolls back as your body begins to radiate. Your toes begin to curl, the sound of the harp getting drowned out by both of your moans. It is then that he presses you both back down into the bed. Grabbing your ankles and hauling them over his shoulders as he bucks into you with fervent need.

"Y/N! Oh fuck! I'm going to spill my seed into your womb. Gonna fill you up so much you have no choice but to get pregnant with my child." The new angle has his bulbous head brushing against the bundle of nerves within you. His hands trail over your body, pinching and plucking at your stiff nipples before reaching for the apex between your thighs.

His fingers rub quick circles against your clit and your breath catches within your throat. Your body careens towards the precipice, the room filling up with white light as you moan his name loudly. You become acutely aware of how your pussy begins to throb around him, your mind going blank as you murmur his name like a prayer. "Goddess, I feel it. I feel your pretty little pussy trying to milk me of my seed. Cum on my cock, baby."

Your eyes flutter shut, hands grip at his arms. Your fingernails dig into his golden skin as it sings with pleasure. The pleasure, so intense, it brings tears to your eyes as you whimper for him. "I love you. Cum for me."

His thumb and index finger squeeze your swollen bundle of nerves gently and that's all it takes as you orgasm for him. Your heart beats voraciously fast, body tingling with new found pleasure as you cum for him. White noise fills your brain and you sob loudly at the pleasure. "Good girl."

His face is back to your neck, lips plucking at your delicate skin as he chases his own high. "Oh gods, you came all over me goddess. Squirted all over me. So gorgeous."

Fuzzily, you lift your head to look at his lower body, your cum shimmering on his thighs and cock. He fucks into you faster, tongue licking at his lips before his eyes are rolling back. His black hair tickles the skin of your neck as he moans your name like a prayer. “Oh fuck, Y/N! I’m going to cum! Get you so nice and big with my child inside of you.”

His words are a promise, a promise that fuels his desire to give you his everything. “Yes, please fill me Eros. Give me your child!” He groans loudly as he lifts his head. His coffee irises begin to turn white as he bites his bottom lip. You feel it then, how fast his cock begins to throb within you, begging to unleash his cum deep inside of you. You can see the love, the pleasure, the wanting written over his handsome features as his eyes flutter shut. His mouth opens, tongue caressing the skin of his bottom lip before his eyebrows furrow.

“Fuck! Goddess!” His hands grasp at your hips as you begin to float higher than before. The harps song begins to quicken and your back begins to arch as Guk moans. “Oh gods, I’m cumming.”

His body bursts with white light, so bright you have to squeeze your eyes shut as his cock stills inside of you. He gives small thrusts before moaning so loudly your ears ring. The orange flames of the room are burnt out as a gust of wind sweeps throughout the bedroom. Ropes of cum greet your needy cunt. Your womb swells with his seed as his cum never seems to cease. It fills you with warmth, numbing your body and you feel euphoric as he hugs you tightly to him.

He kisses over your sweaty skin, peppering you with love as you both slowly float back down to the bed. The harp turns into the sounds of a lyre before you hear trumpets begin to resound. He chuckles gently against you before shaking his head. “Welcome to Olympus.”

You giggle before running your hands through his sweaty hair. He hugs you tightly before pulling out of you slowly, his tongue licks at hips before he's humming in amusement. His fingers splayed open the lips of your pussy before groaning. "Zeus above, that's hot." You watch as his cum seeps out of you, coating the silk sheets beneath you as it sparkles.

"I can't believe you have glittery cum." He laughs loudly, head falling back before he snaps his fingers changing the sheets beneath you both. He lays down beside you, arm wrapping around your waist before pulling your back flush to his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Waking up in Olympus can only be described as rapture. Leaving Guk alone in the bed, you snap your fingers as you walk towards the open balcony. A light blue peplos enwraps your body and you can smell Ambrosia on the wind as you lean against the marble railing of the balcony. The lavender sky hangs high above the pantheon and you close your eyes taking in the heated rays. Once an enigma to you, Jeongguk has become everything you could have dreamed of and you find your eyes welling with tears as you open them once more.

You take in the sight of gods and goddess flying around to get from the Elysian Fields to even the market. “Goddess?” His voice croaks with the sound of morning and you giggle before putting your hands underneath your chin. You hear the sheets ruffle as he awakes and your head tilts to look at a garden with a fountain in the center. In the distance you can see Hebe sitting on the edge of the fountain combing her hair and you fill with calmness. “Good morning.”

His arms wrap around you before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Good morning.” He pulls back before looking at the blue peplos and smirking. “You feel different today?”

You raise an eyebrow before turning to him. “Different?” He hums before kissing your lips gently.

“Blue.” He pulls at the peplos before looking past you towards the pantheon.

His hands run down your arms to your stomach and you go wide eyed as he turns you back around. “Pregnancy is different here, goddess.” You choke on your own spit before looking down at your stomach. Just a small bump, maybe signifying that you were two to three months pregnant and yet, you’re still mystified by it.

“You-I- We just did it yesterday.” He laughs, a sweet melodic sound as his breath fans the back of your neck. “Yes, we did. A very good night for me indeed.” You snort as your womb begins to glow underneath his touch. It hits you then.

“What about my job as a mythologist? What about everything on Earth?” He hugs you tightly as Pegasus flies above the castle.

“I’d say this is better than studying myths, don’t you think? You’re living one.” You ponder on this thought for a second before you begin to smile. “I’d say so.”

He sighs gently before rubbing at your stomach. “It’s a boy y’know. That’s why you’re wearing blue.” Your heart swells before turning to him, his hands caging you against the railing as the prop up on either side of you. “Although the world will never write about your story, they will never know the tales of how Eros grew to love again. How our love culminated into the greatest gift of being-” His hands press to your stomach as you tilt your head, “-the pantheon will know. They will know how ardently I treasure and adore you. The gods and goddesses will know how you make my heart sing.” Your fingers reach up and touch the gold necklace around your neck and his nose wrinkles. He wraps you in his arms, chest beginning to glow as his forehead presses to yours. “For Eros, the god of love found his own in a woman whose heart made his own weep with Ambrosia, sing like the winds of the Elysian Fields and dream such sweet dreams only Morpheus would provide.”

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