OFF MY FACE — JJK.
❥ summary | kim jooyeon became the subject of a hit tweet by a twitter user whom she has been crushing on her whole college life.
❥ pairing | jungkook x (female) named oc
❥ fic type | soc med au
❥ genre | this is gonna be kinda crack but not really ?? hm. fluff, probably angst in there somewhere someday. for teen and up audience
❥ playlist | i don't have one for now but ive been meaning to write a story off this song 😔 pls listen to it. title will make sense soon lol
❥ notes | this is a very spur-of-the-moment fic i woke up one day and remembered this tweet (you guys i really broke my back searching for this one cos i forgot the actual pun LMAO but it was there in my brain somewhere thankfully i found it) and said WHAT IF I MAKE A SOCMED FIC OUT OF THIS. also school has been kicking my ass these days and i need a distraction (saur.. updates are gonna be pretty sporadic) hope u guys r gonna like this one 🙇🏼♀️👆🏼
introduction: yeonie and crew
introduction: kook and crew
00. where it all starts
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A/N: Here's a little teaser of Be-ghoul-ment. I'm so, so fond of this fic and I really hope you guys like it! Reblogging would mean the world <3
Coming October 31st!
pairing: jungkook x reader / word count: TBD / genre: idiots to lovers, university!au
summary: [beguilement (noun): an entertainment that provokes pleased interest and distracts you from worries and vexations] – You hate haunted houses more than you’ve ever hated anything. You don’t understand the appeal. But this Halloween, you decide you might hate Kim Taehyung even more.
You love everything about fall - except for Halloween.
Scary movies, haunted houses, horror stories - you avoid them all. Who scares themselves on purpose? It’s never made any sense to you. You much prefer to use movies and books to escape into happier worlds. Plus, you've never been a big drinker or costume-wearer, so the parties aren’t your thing, either.
It’s October 25th, and as you pass by dozens of signs for spooky shindigs happening on the upcoming weekend, you remind yourself that you’re almost past the shittiest holiday of the year and on your way to its cool aunt, Christmas. It’s October 25th, which means that it’s almost Halloween, which means that Halloween is almost over. You’re more than thrilled with your plan to spend the weekend in your room watching rom-coms while everybody else gets drunk in awful costumes.
Unfortunately for you, Kim Taehyung loves Halloween, and extra unfortunately for you, Kim Taehyung also knows that no one can say no to him - not even you.
“Please,” he pouts as he sits across from you at lunch. “Hobi got roped into work, and I have no one else to go with!”
“I am absolutely not going to Halloween Haunt,” you say firmly. “Not even for you, Kim Taehyung. I would do anything for you… but not this. I refuse."
“Are you going to make me go alone?” He sounds shocked at the insinuation, and you roll your eyes.
“Why not ask any one of your many suitors?”
Taehyung frowns. “I don’t want to go on a date. I want to go with you.”
Your hand flies to your heart in mock sincerity. “Wow, thank you so much for the honour!” He rolls his eyes, and you add, “I’m not doing it, Tae. You know how much I hate scary things. Absolutely not.”
It’s 6:30pm on October 29th, and you’ve just stepped off the bus - the bus that’s brought you to the front gates of Halloween Haunt.
You despise Kim Taehyung.
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UPON THE MOUNTAIN OF SKULLS | JJK HALLOWEEN SPECIAL SNEAK PEEK —
ryōmen sukuna x reader
as if by magic, a thick fog begins to rise from the ground, surrounding you and circling your feet until only the tallest of the forest’s trees can be seen from above. you curse angrily. wandering aimlessly as you search for the forest pathway. but there’s too much mud and there are fallen branches and tree trunks everywhere you look.
you yelp loudly and whip around in shock, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone in the forest with you. biting your lip, you cautiously scan your surroundings again, only to find nothing. your tense shoulders relax somewhat, until you feel a hand clasp the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you nearly shriek, but the grip on you tightens and you gulp.
frozen in fear, you will yourself to turn around and suck in a breath. he’s tall. overwhelmingly tall — at least, that’s what you can make out through the dense fog. eyes blown wide with terror, you manage to will yourself to step backwards. a predatory grin makes its way onto his face, and you open your mouth to scream when he grabs you, but no sound comes out.
and suddenly, you’re somewhere else altogether.
backing away from him as soon as he sets you down, you glance around to find piles and piles of bones and skulls littering what seems to be a pathway towards the top of the mountain. the monster circles you, and you try to make out exactly what he looks like again, but the fog makes it impossible.
“are you afraid?” it asks, its deep voice sends shivers down your spine as you cautiously turn to where his voice is coming from.
you grit your teeth, “of course, not.”
“do you wish to be?”
and then, you scream.
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i made this instead of doing my stacks of homework ^
step bro!itadori yuuji x f!reader
synopsis: i don’t think i even have to say this but you get stuck in a dryer and your step-brother yuuji fucks the shit out of you
t/w: 18+!!!, aged-up yuuji, stepcest, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, filming without consent, mild impact play, creampie, mild overstimulation, mild dumbification (but also reader is just dumb), mention of masturbation
a/n: hey!!! i joined this super fun collab hosted by my new gf @suna-reversed (thank u for letting me be a part of it!!) so if you enjoy this i highly recommend checking out the rest of the talented writers in this collab :) the jujutsuhub masterlist is here !! also,, biggest thank u my lovely friend @brandmeyelena for helping me to plan and perfect this fic throughout the entire process <333
you were a good daughter, certainty not the sharpest or the most intelligent, but you were helpful and compliant and you always did your chores. and you truly didn’t mind helping out around the house either; sweeping the floors and doing the dishes was easy enough, but there was one task that plagued you a bit more than the rest — doing the laundry. the buttons were just so confusing, and there were so many of them! and on top of that, your short stature made it nearly impossible to empty the fresh clothing out of your top-loaded dryer.
you were struggling with that exact issue right now, pushing onto your tip-toes as you tried to reach that last pesky sock stuck at the bottom of the dryer. your finger tips brushed over the warm fabric, just an inch short of being able to snatch it into your hand.
you wiggled your hips a little further, your feet lifting off the floor and your weight shifting so you fell deeper into the dryer. you were finally able to grasp the sock, but you were unable to push yourself back out, feet swinging wildly as you tried to squirm your way out of the machine.
“hey, what are you doing?”
your face flushed at the sound of your step-brother’s voice coming from behind you, your senses becoming suddenly aware of how far your dress was riding up your thighs. a pitiful whimper of embarrassment slid past your lips as you realized you couldn’t even pull your dress down — you needed both hands to hold you up and prevent you from falling into the dryer.
“ah! yuuji! ...i got stuck,” you pouted shamefully, thankful that you couldn’t see his face right now.
“again? isn’t this like... the third time?” he asked it like a genuine question, but you still felt stupid for getting stuck in the same predicament multiple times.
“mhm, can you help? please?” you whined at him, still wiggling your hips in a poor attempt to free yourself.
this only made your dress slide higher, the underside of your ass cheeks becoming prominently visible against the edge of the fabric. yuuji couldn’t help himself, gabbing his phone and snapping a few secret pictures of your exposed back-side. he planned to save those for later, maybe jack off to them if he was bored, but then a different idea flooded his head — you were no position to stop him from doing whatever he wanted right now.
he propped his phone up on top of one of the various laundry baskets, starting a video recording without your knowledge. then he waltzed back over, sliding a single finger under the fabric of your dress and tracing his finger around your round ass cheek. the sensation of touch made you flinch, your mouth gaping open as you fumbled over your next word.
“y-yuuji?” you stammered, trying to move away which only caused your ass to jiggle and shake more than it already was.
“shh, i’m helping,” he murmured, stroking his finger all the way down to your thigh.
he moved his other hand over your pretty cunt, the fabric of your panties hugging perfectly against your folds. he brushed two of his fingers up your clothed slit, causing you to yelp and continue to wriggle around.
“step-brother? what are you doing?” you continued to question him, your voice light and laced with confusion.
“i’ll help you get unstuck, but you have to repay me somehow, little sister,” he clicked his tongue at you, an evil grin that you couldn’t see stretching his lips.
he continued to poke and prod at your soft, clothed pussy, his mouth salivating as he imagined the things he could do to you in this position. every brush of his fingers coaxed gasps and whimpers from your lips, your worries and protests falling on deaf ears.
“y-you’re my brother, yuuji! w-we can’t do this!” you continued to argue, but his gentle fingers were starting to feel really good — small streams of fluid flowing out of your cunt and seeping into your panties.
“it seems like you want me to,” he observed, poking his finger at the small wet spot that was forming now, “and mom and dad won’t be home until later. no one will find out”.
you felt his strong hands weave their way underneath the straps of your undergarments, swiftly pulling them down your thighs and letting them dangle from your ankles. you sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your wet cunt being exposed to the cool air, shifting your hips and filling yuuji’s head with more sinful ideas.
you couldn’t see anything (with your head still being stuck in the dryer) but you heard your brother’s own pants fall to the floor, a loud clank of his belt buckle against the tiles confirming your suspicions. everything about this felt so wrong, but at the same time, you’d always been shamefully attracted to yuuji — eyes lingering on his chiseled chest for a little too long when he walked around the house shirtless.
your head was swirling with thoughts like: would it really be that wrong if the two of you indulged in each other while no one was around? it’s not like you were actually blood related or anything.
on the other hand, yuuji had a one-track mind, and he wasn’t having any of the doubts that you were — he had a tendency to listen to his dick instead of his brain. and right now your round, plump ass was staring him in the face and begging to get fucked. how could he not take advantage of this opportunity?
he lifted his hand and gave a firm slap to your right ass check, earning a gasped yelp from you which made his dick twitch and strain. he mumbled under his breath, something along the lines of ‘i’ve always wanted to do that’ but it was kind of hard to hear from the depths of the dryer.
he’d used a reasonable amount of force, a puffy handprint forming on the surface on your skin. he decided that the other cheek should match, delivering another firm strike to the other side and watching you squirm and whimper at the impact.
he grabbed his phone and pulled it over for a few close ups, showing off the swollen skin to the camera. he then placed a finger at the front of your entrance, the puffy, slick walls sucking it in as he delivered a few warm-up strokes with his hand. the camera picked up on all the grotesque squelching noises made by his finger in your cunt, as well as the embarrassed yelps and moans leaving your lips.
now that you had two matching, swollen hand prints, and your pussy had been properly prepped, he decided he was ready for the main course. yuuji returned his phone to its spot on the laundry basket before grabbing a low stool from the corner of the room and setting it in front of the dryer so he could stand on it for easier access. his cock was red and veiny, begging for entrance into your tight cunt as he wrapped one hand around it to position himself.
you’d always imagined your step-brother’s dick to be lengthy, and your assumptions were proven correct when your felt a tight pressure in your core. his girthy size pushed and stretched at your walls, pained mewls leaking from between your teeth as you clawed at the bottom of the dryer.
yuuji let out a groan that was almost animalistic, throwing his head back and placing a firm grip on either side of your hips. the way your pitiful form was positioned on the dryer gave him excellent access, the curve of his dick allowing him to stretch you deep, reaching all the way to the spongy patch of tissue that made you feel so good.
a jumble of grotesque noises filled the room, a chorus your sloppy moans, yuuji’s pleasured grunts, and the steady slap of his hips on your ass. he’d imagined what this would be like more times than he could count — fucking himself into his fleshlight and mumbling your name while he did so. but no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment, he never expected your walls to be so tight — so perfectly snug around his cock.
“yuuji!” you repeated his name a few times, head so dazed from the overwhelming bliss that you’d forgotten all about the initial guilt you’d felt.
“see, i knew you’d like this, little sister. your big brother would never steer you wrong, would he?” he knew his words were manipulative, but god, you were much too dumb to understand or grasp the concept of manipulation — you’d just agree with him like you always do.
“no! he would never!” you whined, letting your head dip lower into the dryer so he could fuck you at an even better angle.
your messy cunt squelched and squeezed a small stream of juices down your thigh as he picked up a deeper, faster pace, your moans becoming higher and more unsteady in response. he could feel your sloppy walls fluttering and constricting against him, his fingertips digging deeper into your hips as he let out a few breathy moans.
the tip of his cock slammed into your pleasure spot with every stroke, voiding your brain of any cohesive thoughts you might have had hiding in there. you moaned and whimpered over and over, whining yuuji’s name like a mantra as drool spilled from your lips.
yuuji could almost imagine your perfectly fucked-out face — your eyes rolling into your head and your mouth hanging open lazily. he grunted at the thought, deciding that the next time he fucked you it was gonna be somewhere that he could watch your face and really enjoy the show — because there was definitely going to be a next time.
there was a tight coil forming in your stomach, building up more and more the longer that your step-brother railed himself into you from behind. you hardly even noticed how sore your hips were getting or how numb and tingly your legs were from being bent over the dryer, yuuji’s dick filling you up so well that those things became an afterthought.
after a few more pounds to your oozing cunt that hit deep enough to graze your cervix, you felt a heightened wave of pleasure begin to crash over your body. surges of the most blissful sensation you’d ever felt racked through your systems, your whines becoming borderline screams as yuuji fucked you through your orgasm.
the way your warm, messy walls fluctuated and gripped around his cock pushed him close to his own climax, but he wasn’t quite ready to be done with you yet. he continued to provide heavy, forceful thrusts, abusing your now sensitive cunt and moaning loudly as your juices squelched out around the edges of your entrance. the disgusting sounds of your fluids squeezing out around his cock nearly sent him over the edge again, but he was determined to ride this out for as long as he could.
“it’s too much!” you wailed between heavy breaths, every stroke sending jolts of overstimulation through your clit.
you wiggled and whined, legs clenching together in defense and causing your pussy to wrap even tighter around yuuji’s dick. the added pressure and increased pleasure was something he could no longer surpass, succumbing to his own orgasm just moments later.
“fuck, feels- too- fucking- good- shit,” he grunted a long string of mostly profanity, emptying his hot release into your caverns as you continued to cry out and whimper underneath him.
yuuji had fucked you even stupider than you already were, your head way too dazed for you to even realize he was filling your insides with warm, sticky semen. he milked his orgasm all the way through and then some, his cock aching and twitching by the time he finally pulled it out of your white-stuffed cunt.
he wrapped his toned arms around your waist, finally pulling you out of the dryer and attempting to stand you up. but between the lack of blood flow to your legs from being stuck, and the good fuck yuuji had just given you, your lower extremities were in no shape to hold you up. you sunk right to the floor, your messy pussy spilling everywhere and leaving puddles of fluid and semen.
“thanks for helping me get un-stuck, big brother,” you looked up at him with admiration, blissfully unaware of how he was using your utter stupidity to his advantage.
“of course, you want me to carry you to bed?” he gave you a sympathetic look, squatting down with his back to you.
you hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and climbing onto his muscular back. he carried you down the hall and into your room, laying you down and handing you an old towel for you to clean yourself up with. you were a pitiful site, hazy eyes and an ignorant smile resting on your face as yuuji admired your damaged little cunt for a few more moments before returning to the laundry room.
he grabbed his phone and ended the video, thankful that you were much to oblivious to notice that it was recording the entire time. he was definitely going to hold onto the recording for safe keeping and later use — and shit, maybe he’d even upload it to pornhub and make a quick buck too.
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“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers
♡ summary- after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?
♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)
♡ word count- 9k
♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.
♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia @untaemedqueen for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks and @hongism for the perusal and help in writing this!
Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.
He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.
Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.
Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.
“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.
You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”
“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”
You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.
“I’m at our park.”
Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.
“Give me five minutes, okay?”
You nod, even though he can’t see you.
Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.
He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.
You still look so beautiful.
And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.
He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.
“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.
He sniffs haughtily.
“The trash added character.”
Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.
“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.
He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.
“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”
You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.
“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”
Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.
“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.
“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.
“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.
Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.
He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.
“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”
“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.
“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”
As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.
You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it.
“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water.
He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk.
“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.”
Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo.
“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?”
You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above.
“You call Jimin a prince?”
Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband.
“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.”
You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?
“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.”
“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.”
You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own.
“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.”
“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.”
Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid.
It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom.
The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed.
The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it.
Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can.
“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”
Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone.
The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway.
He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk.
His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read.
He just matched with YOU.
His best friend.
His secret, lifelong crush.
He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it.
YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!
He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen.
JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?
You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other.
Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message.
JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀
Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone.
A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend.
YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies
“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone.
Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion.
“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”
“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”
Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband.
“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.
There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line.
“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”
You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend.
“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.”
“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”
“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.”
You roll your eyes.
“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”
“I’ll be expecting your call later.”
“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”
“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”
You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.
“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.
You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.
So, why do you care so much about what you wear?
You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.
Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?
The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.
You shake all thoughts off.
No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.
You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.
With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.
JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!
ME: See you soon!
Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.
Is he too casual?
He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.
Maybe it’s too much.
Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.
Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.
He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.
He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.
It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.
You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.
“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.
He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.
You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams.
It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.
“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.
“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.
“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.
“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.
“Oh?” He asks, taken aback.
In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.
“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”
His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly.
“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”
The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”
A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.
“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures.
You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.
“Well, are we going?”
Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.
But he resists.
You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen.
But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more.
Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is.
But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork.
Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.
And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you.
It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause.
“What’s up?” He asks curiously.
Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner.
You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours.
Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own.
Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to.
As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.
“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.
Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.
“What? We were going to get ice cream?”
You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.
You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.
“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.
His body stiffens.
“Okay, let me walk you home.”
You shake your head, already moving away from the man.
“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”
He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.
Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.
You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.
“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.
“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”
“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.
“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.
“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator.
Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.
“We’re on our way over.”
Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.
Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.
Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.
“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”
Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.
“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”
Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.
“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”
Jimin nods knowingly.
“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”
“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”
Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze.
“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”
You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face.
“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”
Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”
Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”
Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.
You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.
Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light
speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.
“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.
You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.
“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”
Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest.
“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”
“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”
“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”
Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.
“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone.
“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”
You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.
“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”
“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.
He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”
“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”
He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.
“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”
“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”
“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”
You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.
He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.
He can’t watch you run away from him again.
“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”
Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.
“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”
He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.
The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.
The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.
It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others.
Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.
Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.
“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.
The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.
“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”
He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.
“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”
He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park.
“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”
The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too.
“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”
He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.
The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.
“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”
The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.
The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.
“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”
The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth.
“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”
His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm.
He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.
“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.
Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.
The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.
It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.
It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing.
Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.
Maybe it was too late.
You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it.
“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”
“You should have brought a jacket.”
The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face down the intruder.
He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.
He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.
He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.
“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.
“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”
He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”
You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.
“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.
His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.
“Why did you run away?” Another step.
You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.
“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”
One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck.
“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”
You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”
All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes.
“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently.
“And I promise to never run away from you again.”
Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel.
“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself.
“I would like it if you would.”
As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again.
“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with.
“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing.
“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”
Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss.
Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.
“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip.
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours.
“You’re such a little smartass.”
His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly.
He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed.
“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?”
You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement.
“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.”
Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited.
“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs.
His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes.
“Feels pretty real, huh?”
Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more.
“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.”
Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable.
One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan.
“How about this? Not a dream?”
He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water.
“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”
You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently.
“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue.
“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue.
You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets.
“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”
He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully.
“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.”
He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body).
Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are.
“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”
Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down.
He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire.
“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.
You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes.
“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”
Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart.
“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”
His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout.
His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.
“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?”
His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.
“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug.
Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing.
“I plan to find out everything.”
Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.
“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.
“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.”
He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss.
He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you.
“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.”
Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body.
He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.
He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands.
“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.”
His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation.
“You’re so pretty. So perfect.”
He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.
His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.
One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.
“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”
His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.
“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.
“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”
Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.
“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”
He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.
“And I need you, my love.”
“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”
Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.
“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off.
He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.
After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”
You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.
“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”
He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”
“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”
He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”
A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.
“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”
“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”
Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.
“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”
You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.
“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”
Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.
“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”
“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”
Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.
“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”
Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.
“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”
He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.
“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”
You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.
“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt.
He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.
“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”
The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation.
“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”
A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.
He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.
“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”
With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.
“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”
You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”
His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion.
He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.
Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.
After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.
“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”
You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.
“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship.
You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.
You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.
“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”
Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.
“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”
Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”
Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister.
You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.
“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.
“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”
Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.
Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.
“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”
You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.
“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”
Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.
“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”
You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.
He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”
Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”
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"I don't wanna ruin anything."
Pairings: Jungkook x reader
Genre: 18+, fluff??, this is sex from beginning to end
Summary: you take your relationship with Jungkook to the next level
Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (m/f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids), switch!jk, switch!reader, nipple play, spit play, jk has a praise kink, jk also has a size kink, soft sex, lil bit of teasing, swearing, dirty talk, multiple orgasms
a/u: repost. this is the first smut I posted and people actually liked it?? still scratching my head on that one lol but it means something I suppose.
Plump lips suck your neck, marking you for what you are. His.
He pulls away, colorful bruises showing where his mouth just was. Gazing down at you, there's just enough light coming through your window to shadow his face so he appears as mysterious as he does intoxicating. He gives you a hesitant expression.
“I don’t wanna ruin anything.”
"I do," you say, entangling your fingers in his hair and guiding him closer to you. "Jungkook, I can't kiss you like this and not want to ruin our friendship. I don't have the emotional capacity to wake up tomorrow and things be the same. If we're going to do this, I want it to be something real, something significant. I want things to change between us but if you're not ready for that, you need to tell me right now. Because I want you. All of you. Do you want me?"
You've never been frightened of a pause before in your life, but when Jungkook pauses, all you can register in that split two seconds is anticipation which your mind quickly mistakes for fear.
"I want you," he finally confesses, "in every possible way."
Sinking onto you, the lines of Jungkook's body match each of your curves, aligning himself to feel you against every inch of himself. God, he just wants to feel you. On his lips, in his arms, between his legs, everywhere. He's waited two years too long for this, to allow this. He attaches his lips to your neck while your hands slip between the two of you and unbutton his jeans.
He helps shimmy them to his ankles and then kicks them far away before helping you untie your dress. Sitting up, you allow the straps to fall off your shoulders and Jungkook chases the pretty strings with kisses down each of your arms. Once that useless fabric has been tossed aside, he lays you back down and settles himself between your legs. Right where you want him.
"Is this okay?" he asks, tracing his finger from your ankle to your thigh.
Jungkook lifts your leg and leans in close to place kisses against the inside of your knee, working his way up, eyes closed like he's kissing your face. As he gets closer, you feel your pulse rising to impossible speeds. He kisses across your pelvis, making his way all the way around where you're desperately needing him.
Reaching down to stroke his hair, you try to sound as patient and sweet as possible. "Please, don't tease me?"
He smirks and you legitimately did not know he could make such a sexy expression. Your dorky best friend is still in there somewhere, but you'll never see him the same way again. And that excites you.
"Alright, baby girl, I got you."
Throwing your panties behind him, he starts with a light kiss to your slit, a small but effective beginning. When he feels you shiver, he continues to kitten lick at your core, experimenting with different pressures and places to see if he can draw out any more of those adorable sounds from earlier.
When his lips finally take your clit, you give him what he wants to hear.
It doesn't take Jungkook long to learn what you like. He has fun discovering your preferences because, at the end of the day, his goal is to give you as much pleasure as he possibly can. He lays the top of his rough tongue flat against your pussy and gives it a long, hard, right slurp over your clit.
"You taste," he swallows, "so good, what the hell?"
The praise makes you feel even sexier. Jungkook's hands are pinning down your hips now. They kept shifting and bucking, so he had no choice but to restrain you. In the back of his mind, Jungkook considers asking you to ride his face since you appear to be so adamant about it, but he'll save that for another time. The real plot twist comes when one of those large, deliciously veiny hands abandons its post to instead insert two fingers into your soaking cunt.
He continues to work you, matching the rhythm of his tongue to the slow scissor motion of his fingers, until you feel yourself nearing the edge.
"Jungkook, I'm close," you begin gasping. "Don't stop!"
The sounds you make as you near your finish just urge him on. He can't focus on how insanely hot he feels, forehead sweating and biceps bulging every time your hips try to buck against his face. Your entire body shakes with pleasure and Jungkook feels immense pride knowing that your moans are because of him.
When you come, it's in waves. Deep, satisfying, pleasurable waves rush through every nerve ending in your body and out the tips of your fingers and toes. The sloppy sound of Jungkook drinking up your orgasm is the only other thing to be heard aside from your heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat.
Jungkook crawls up your body, placing wet kisses on your tummy and collarbone on the way. He wordlessly asks you to arch your back so he can discard your bra in the same direction as your panties.
There you are, glistening with sweat and lying beneath him, muscles still occasionally spasming from the ripping orgasm his mouth just gave you. A small smile on your lips while you look up at him, beautiful beyond words. Jungkook feels his entire self fall into something he's never experienced while looking at you before. It terrifies him but also makes his dick hard as a rock.
When he reaches your mouth, he doesn't hesitate to slip his tongue past your lips, allowing you to taste yourself like some kind of desperate slut, something you never thought you would find enjoyable, but knowing Jungkook has tasted you in this intimate way makes you feel very sexy and wanted. His right hand fondles your breast, nonchalantly and gently pinching the nipple every few seconds just to keep that subtle pleasure continuing while his tongue is down your throat.
"Open your mouth, babydoll," he tells you, and you immediately comply.
Hovering above you, your mouth open, tongue out, eyelids fluttering, and eyes full of greed and submission, Jungkook gathers the leftover saliva from your kiss behind his lips and allows it to drop onto your tongue. You accept it, swallowing his gift without hesitation while he watches it in awe.
"You're really pretty," he whispers. Part of you wonders if he meant for you to hear that, but you did, and it makes your heart and pussy jump with a want to hear your best friend moan your name.
You motion for Jungkook to sit back against the pillows, so he does.
Sitting yourself between his legs, you pop a smile, because you're honestly excited about making him feel just as good as he makes you feel. Jungkook softly smiles back, leaning forward to capture your lips again briefly. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. Kissing you is becoming dangerously addictive.
You lower your lips to his stomach, stamping kisses across his abs and hips. Upon reaching his underwear line, you place one finger beneath the band and look up again.
"Is this okay?"
Having palmed him through his jeans and boxers, you knew Jungkook was not of average size. Seeing his cock hard and pulsing with need, eager for any and all attention you're willing to give it, you start to worry. However, your concern is short-lived, because as soon as you begin tracing your thumb over the large vein running up his shaft, Jungkook's head falls back and he sighs in ecstasy.
"Sensitive, are we?"
"You're one to talk."
Starting off easy, you replace your thumb with your tongue, letting yourself spend some extra time tasting the pre-cum that's a result of your work. Parting your lips, you take as much of him as you can before your gag reflex kicks in and your throat squeezes around him.
"Fuck, babygirl, your mouth feels so good around my cock."
It's not the first time you've heard Jungkook curse, but damn, if it's not the sexiest thing on this planet. The sounds Jungkook makes, oh god, the way he whines sends your pussy into a frenzy. His voice is low but desperate and you're equally as desperate to please him. It's slightly uncomfortable to have this much dick in your mouth, but the way Jungkook's muscles tense every time you sink down and the way he gasps every time you dig your nails into his thighs more than makes up for it.
Jungkook collects your hair into a loose ponytail, trying to guide your movements and you let him. Forcing back tears, you let Jungkook use your mouth until he's right on the edge, cock twitching in your mouth and abs spasming in anticipation.
"Close. I'm so close--"
When he feels you push his hand away, he doesn't fight your retreat, but he does sit forward and reach for you.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No," you reply honestly, a little out of breath, "I really want you inside me. Is that okay?"
"My best friend wants me to fuck her?"
Jungkook eagerly nods, shifting forward to meet your lips, both of you smiling into the kiss as he once again lays you on your back. He uses his hold on your waist to tilt your hips toward his, grinding his achingly hard cock against your soaking clit while both of you sigh in utter relief. Two years too long.
"Are you ready?" he asks with a subtle groan.
"Yes," you moan, quickly adjusting yourself to give this boy the easiest access you can, because how else do you tell your best friend you're literally dying to feel his fat cock fill you to the brim and fuck you into next week.
Looking up at this boy leaning over you with the most loving caring eyes, you have a lot of feelings. Intense, complicated feelings. But the simplest one and the most important one is a revelation you're not sure you're ready to confess just yet.
"Tell me if it hurts, okay?"
"I will, just don't hold back, please? I can take it. I want to take it. I want this so much."
Without arguing, he pushes his hips forward and your pussy greedily accepts him, pulling him deeper and automatically clenching around his cock tightly.
Jungkook drops his head to your neck, breath shaky and hips jerking until they've sunk completely, sheathed inside you to the hilt.
Trying not to dig your nails into his back, you begin coaxing him to move by wiggling your hips underneath him. He gets the message and slowly drags his cock out of you until only the very tip is left and then begins thrusting at a slow but deliciously deep pace.
"So tight, fuck you feel so good."
Throwing your head back, you allow yourself to feel it all. Every ridge, every crevice, every ridiculously thick inch stretching you and pushing you to your limit. By closing your eyes, you can also feel the hot shots of breath on your neck every time Jungkook thrusts inside you. His lips brush your skin with a light tingly sensation that shoots down your spine.
"Faster," you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.
As you wish, Jungkook picks up the pace, using the leverage that he has and his pure strength to hit you just as deep but now twice as fast, demolishing your g-spot with perfect precision.
"Does it feel good?" he grunts against your ear.
"Feels so good, Jungkook," you whimper. "Fill me up so perfect, your cock feels so perfect."
Jungkook lifts his head, supporting his weight on either side of you now. There are tears in his eyes.
"___," he starts, voice low and littered with moans and grunts as he continues to fuck you like no one ever has or ever will, "fuck, you're so beautiful."
You wrap your legs around his waist, grip his shoulders for dear life, and feel the tears forming in your own eyes as your second orgasm builds and builds.
"Cum with me," you beg.
And Jungkook does. Not a minute later, he unravels above you.
The morning is sure to bring a heavy conversation and some much-needed confessions, but for now, the two of you are content in each other's arms, dreaming about the times to come and more evenings spent exploring each other in ways you never have.
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Kisses of Graphite (M)
Jeon Jungkook Oneshot
•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes
•••> Summary: He drew you to life. It’s as simple as that.
•••> Pairing(s): Jungkook/Reader
•••> Word Count: 14.38k [Unedited]
•••> Rating: 18+
•••> Tags: smut | angst | Artist!Jungkook | Drawing!Reader | Angst | SadBoi!Jungkook | s2l |
•••> Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, noona kink (although reader is younger. I promise, it’ll make sense), masturbation (Kook), exhibitionism?, sense of helplessness, Jungkook feels empty and numb, mention/fictitious use of Wicca by Hobi, cursing, instant love, tortured love, oral (f and m receiving), mention of cheating, depression, angst, fluff?
Tagging @missgeniality @jimilter and @ressjeon for personal reasons.
Copyright © 2021 ilikemesometaetaes. All Rights Reserved.
You opened your eyes for the first time in his room. Well, for better words, you simply came to be in his room. You didn’t need to raise your eyelids or blink away unwanted blurriness. Your vision suddenly just… was.
You fixed your permanent stare on his face, watching as he stuck his tongue into his cheek and quirked an eyebrow. At your first experience in the world, you tried to mirror his expression by quirking your own eyebrow, only to discover that you had no other features to manipulate.
You were eyes. Just eyes.
He didn’t take long on your eyes at first, simply doodling them onto the paper to establish your presence on the parchment. A little shading for your irises and a few delicate strokes around the rims to give you eyelashes that you would never bat were the product of a short ten minutes. He paid special attention to your pupils though, adding extra reflections of light from an unknown source on top of them. If you could squint to keep the light out of your eyes, you would.
He stopped at your eyes after the first session when he concluded it by sitting back in is chair. You couldn’t hear him. Couldn’t understand him. Didn’t know who he was. To be honest, you didn’t care. All you knew was that you loved him from the first time you… opened your eyes.
You couldn’t tell what color his eyes were. They were almost black to your colorblind perception. This led you to the assumption that they were brown- beautiful brown eyes.
His eyebrows were sharp and expressive, furrowed in on their center of emotional attention. He had a small mole below his lip, one on his nose, and a few scattered on his cheeks, dotting his skin with beauty marks that you instantly adored. His hair was long and black, covering his eyes after he took it out of the small ponytail he wore when you first saw him. He pushed the strands out of his face and was just barely able to manage nudging them into the crevice behind his ears. All in all, he was beauty and he was perfection. You didn't need to see any other human to know that he was perfect.
He came back to you the day after he established your eyes with headphones in his ears, a determined look twisting his lips into a soft scowl of focus, and you felt the first licks of excitement vibrating your pupils- except, they didn’t actually move. In fact, you couldn’t move at all.
Your eyebrows were quick to form, a mere six minutes to shape, and he drew your right one with a permanent quirk that gave you the suggestive look of the expectation you felt in anticipation of what he would form next.
The scent of him was, for lack of a better word, perfect. You’d never smelled anything before, but when he curved his pencil around the tip of your nose and formed a distinct, left nostril, you could smell him. You figured that he smelled like rain and mineral- petrichor, a word you just so happened to know. How did you know this word?
You expected the man to stop there after remembering his brief burst of energy to create you the day prior, but to your surprise, he continued. A slight stroke there and a curve of his pencil there and suddenly, you had a chin and cheeks. With each stroke that placed more detail into your skin, you developed qualities like a human and developed experiences.
You didn’t particularly like children too much. You scrunched up your nose when you got frustrated or upset. You picked at your nails when you got nervous. Although you knew that you had never actually done these actions before, each time he placed his pencil down with emotion in his artistry, you slowly came to life.
He touched you with his hand for the first time, brushing his thumb over the freshly drawn line of your jaw. You imagined fluttering your eyelashes at his soft touch yet you were promptly reminded that you couldn’t fucking move.
The shading produced by his thumb dragging across the paper gave you direction after dictating where the lighting finally came from. Obviously, you faced away from it and cocked your head a little to avoid getting the light directly in your eyes. He made you into a head facing slightly to the right, but for him, you were looking left. Towards his door.
He formed your ears next, odd little shapes and all, before erasing them and scratching them in again. Once he formed the crevices inside them, you could hear him.
The soft whir of his space heater. The creaking of his chair as he shifted in it. The soft inhales and exhales of air into his lungs as he quietly hummed along with the tune playing in his ears. Was that Justin Bieber?
Wait. Who is Justin Bieber?
You lay on the paper, confused for the life of you by how you seemed to spontaneously know things that you had never experienced in your short lifespan of a single day. For this to make sense, you needed an explanation, however, you couldn’t speak.
You had no mouth.
He avoided your mouth as he continued with the rest of you, stroking your hair onto your head and wrinkling slight crinkles next to your eyes. You heard his humming stop as he completed your face without drawing in your mouth. Why did he avoid your mouth?
You were almost completed by the third day, assumed from the way he would spend more time adding details to your features. A small scar, centered on the edge of where your bottom lip would be. A bit of smudged eyeliner on your left eye. A cross earring dangling from your right earlobe. You loved how much attention he paid to developing you.
But you hated that he still had yet to draw your mouth.
You wanted to speak to him. You wanted to tell him how much you appreciated and loved him. Your stock-still image begged to cradle his cheek- despite your lack of hands- to tell him that you were there for him. You wanted him to know that you found it adorable when he noodled around on his guitar and that you loved his passion for Justin Bieber songs- a passion that extended to the looping of My World 2.0, Purpose, and Justice for nine hours straight one day.
In the week or so following your creation, you’d learned a few things about the one who drew you on top of the things you learned about yourself.
He liked listening to grunge music when he wasn’t listening to Justin Bieber, a vast genre switch that took you off guard at first. He also preferred to listen to the grunge music over his speakers as he read page after page of a novel in his bed rather than use the headphones he usually went with when he worked on you.
He preferred to keep his hair tucked under a headband or hat when he was lounging. You noticed his annoyance with the long locks that strayed onto his forehead when he sat in his bed and wrote or doodled in another journal. Briefly, you wondered if any of his other drawings were sentient like you. Somehow, you knew you weren’t supposed to be. A drawing possessing thoughts was extremely out of the ordinary.
Sometimes, he studied hard at his desk. You watched him thumb through thousands of words of information and scribble down notes in his notebook before he left for classes. You mourned the times he left like a dog, impatiently anticipating his return. In retrospect, it was quite pathetic.
Sometimes, he’d bring someone over. You studied the ones he allowed in his private space with curious eyes. They would look at you briefly and compliment your creator on his skill and you imagined that you’d bristle with pride under the compliments. Through his guests, you learned that your creator’s name was Kook. Thanks to Yoongi, it only took you four days to hear your artist’s name.
“What do you have here, Kook?”
With a featherlight touch, the white-haired man’s index finger traced the edges of your page. You felt the paper shift just slightly on the rings of your journal as he nudged it. Anytime the man looked at your eyes, all you could see were the dark orbs that stared back. When he looked away, you saw the entirety of the room and your creator, Kook, rummaging around in his bag.
“Just a doodle.” Your creator’s voice was particularly deep and you grew to appreciate him even more because of it. His voice was golden and warm. It nearly matched the lowness of the man he conversed with.
“Well, she’s beautiful.”
Kook seemed to stare straight into your eyes as he removed his attention from the task at hand.
“Yeah,” He mumbled. “She is.”
Your paper heart phantomly swelled at the praise, happy to be something your creator was proud of.
The other man backed away from you and continued to move back until he sat on the bed. When Kook looked away from you and you were forced to look at the other again, you imagined sighing in disappointment.
“Does she have a name? And why haven’t you given her lips?” The man cocked his head at you. You were eager to hear the answer, thankful for his unconscious help.
“Not yet. I’m not ready for that yet.”
Your creator was silent for a moment as he stared at you again. The frown on his face made you worried.
“Yoongi, do you ever feel like you’ve made a mistake but it’s too late to try and undo it?”
Were you a mistake? Did he believe he messed up somehow? Even with the new stress, you keenly awaited the rest of the conversation.
Yoongi sighed and sat back in the bed after placing a pillow against the wall.
“All the time.” He replied. After a beat, he spoke again. “Is that what this is about? It’s her?”
Kook looked to the floor and clasped his hands together in thought. You watched Yoongi sit up to place a hand on your creator’s shoulder with a look of mild concern.
“Yeah,” Kook muttered. There was finality in his voice. “It’s her.”
You didn’t mind that you didn’t have a name. Frankly, you were happy to be recognized as Kook’s product of artful expertise. All that mattered was that something was bothering him and you couldn’t help.
You didn’t know what the two men had talked about that day, but it seemed to trigger something in Kook that scared you.
A woman came to his room the next night. You could smell the alcohol on him as he stumbled through his door behind her and began ushering her towards his bed. She laughed and giggled, obviously inebriated by the way she swayed whilst trying her best to remove her dress.
Kook did not laugh with her, though. Instead, his face was expressionless. He didn’t waste time shedding his clothes and moved her to lay on his bed. You watched him kiss her and take hungry handfuls of her ass while she struggled to take off her underwear.
“Don’t bother.” He told her. “This’ll be quick.”
The woman paused for a moment under his touch but didn’t have time to say anything when he slid her panties to the side and slipped a finger into her. She arched her back instantly and you stared at the two of them jealously.
Kook didn’t take any of his clothes off. He simply undid the button and zipper of his pants and pulled them down to let his erection spring free.
You felt ashamed for watching them, but what were you to do? You couldn’t close your eyes or shield them with a hand. You were left motionless as you unwillingly watched Kook thrust himself into the woman on his bed.
Although Kook was drunk, his movements seemed to be fast and rough. The woman had signaled her orgasm several times before Kook managed to slow down and take a breath. You could tell that she was uncomfortably sensitive by the fortieth minute of their bodies tangling with each other.
“I need a break.” The woman gasped. “Can you give me like ten minutes? I was expecting you to have cum by now.”
“Yeah,” Kook breathed with furrowed eyebrows, seemingly dumfounded. “I was too.”
He pulled away from her and sat at the edge of his bed while the woman collected herself and went to the bathroom to freshen up. All Kook did while he waited was stare at you.
You imagined you’d be nervous under his gaze, trying to avoid his dark eyes after just having seen the entire display of him fucking another woman, but he seemed to keep his eyes unwaveringly on yours. You briefly wondered what he was thinking about as his dick lay pulsing beneath his unzipped pants.
The door to the bathroom opened and the woman came out, her hair fixed and her body seemingly put together a little bit more. She was ready to crawl back into bed when he stopped her.
“I think that’s enough.” He said monotonously. “It’d probably be best if you left.”
She scoffed and stared at him incredulously. “Really? But you haven’t cum yet.”
He sighed, standing up to lead her to the door. “Yeah, I know. I think I have some things to sort out.”
“Well, alright then.” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and started exiting his room. “Good luck.”
He was at least respectful enough to walk her out of his apartment.
When he returned, he didn’t get undressed. Rather than clean himself up and turn in for the night, he sat on the edge of his bed and resumed his stare into your eyes. For a moment, it seemed as if he would speak to you.
The room was awfully silent. He stopped turning on his space heater days ago because of how much warmer it was getting outside. There was no precipitation to patter against his window and fill the empty silence with background. It was so quiet that you could actually hear him breathing from across the room.
“What the fuck am I doing?” He mumbled to himself. Then, he slid a hand up his leg.
Your eyes were hungry as you watched his fingers trace over the material and your imagination ran wild at the things you wished to do for him. You loved him, unconditionally, and wanted to do anything to make sure he knew that- felt that.
He removed his shirt like he did any other day, revealing the tattooed and toned chest that you saw whenever he changed shirts. His hair got mussed when he pulled the t-shirt over his head.
Then, he sat back on an elbow and placed his hand on his stomach all the while maintaining his trance on your eyes. Lightly, he trailed his inked fingers lower and slid them over the ridges of his abdominal muscles before snaking them into his undone pants.
Kook grabbed himself at his base and maneuvered his dick to escape the confines of his clothing again, but what shocked you even more was when his eyes didn’t break away from you as he began to stroke himself.
If you could move, you’d do all that he did and more, wishing to worship his body both in ardor and thanks. You were grateful for the opportunity he gave you to think for yourself and you were thankful for the care he put into creating you- even if you didn’t have a mouth. In addition to your hopeless devotion to the man, you were irrevocably in love with him.
“Oh, noona.” He groaned, closing his eyes and twisting his wrist a certain way. With a swipe of his thumb, he smeared the precum that drooled from his tip over the head. In a situation like this, you figured your mouth would go dry and you’d need to lick your lips to wet them again. Was this what it felt like to be burning with thirst?
You wanted to encourage him on. Ask him if he liked it. Ask him if he wanted more and tell him how well he was doing. He was your love and he was perfection as he flexed his bicep to slide up and down his length.
Kook pursed his lips and then bit into the bottom one as you wished to do, and it is then that you realized he had drawn you to have these wants and desires.
He came with a growled curse, orgasm rippling through his body as several spurts of his cum landed on his chest. You eyed the fluid curiously, wondering what it would taste like if you licked it off his skin to show him your appreciation.
Kook stood from the bed carefully and padded over to the bathroom. Shortly after, you heard the shower turn on. You were left listening to him as you processed what had just happened.
Did he know you were watching him? You tried to wrap your head around the sentiment several times but came to no solid conclusion. There were two possibilities; either he knew you were watching and jerked himself off to show you that he knew, or, he had just touched himself to the thought of a picture.
When Kook reemerged, fresh and clean with hair still dripping a little onto his shoulders, you noticed something wrong about him. His posture was slumped and his head hung lowly with his chin almost touching his chest. There was no energy in him anymore. Was he tired?
He laid himself into his bed and pulled the covers over his body, only to whimper softly to the quietude of his room. You were shocked to find that he began to cry.
Without the lights on, you couldn’t see much. You could see his figure, a lump in his blanket, and you could see his arm folded over the black material as it curled into the pillow he held to his chest. All you knew was that he whimpered and sniffled for about twenty minutes before he became silent and his breathing evened out.
He cried himself to sleep.
The days following were filled with gloom. Kook didn’t even come near you. He avoided your eyes like the plague- the plague?- and kept to the other side of the room.
For about a week, Kook didn’t even look at you. He even had the nerve to put another sheet of paper over you to prevent you from seeing him. It didn’t prevent you from hearing him, though.
He cried most nights and stressfully mumbled to himself on others. With white over your eyes, you’d grown to judge his actions by the sounds he made.
Then, one day, something changed. Again.
You heard his apartment door swing open and shut with a thump, much different from the quiet and slow manner he usually did, and rushed into his room. He took the paper off of your face with a start, heaving with breath as if he had just run the entire way home from wherever he was.
“There you are, baby.”
You could cry at the way he breathed the sentence, caressing the pet name into your ears like a sailor reuniting with his other half after months at sea, and studied the new him like it was the first time you had ever seen him.
His hair was shorter than the last time you saw him those few days ago and a piercing sat perched on his right brow, reddening the skin to prove that it was as fresh as a few hours old.
Kook pulled up the chair to sit in front of you with a look of determination crinkling his brows. You watched with fascination as the piercing shifted in his flesh a little.
“I’m going to finish you now. Hobi told me that it would actually work.”
For a moment, you wondered what he was talking about and who Hobi was. Whoever the man was, he seemed to incite the inspiration back into Kook’s fingers as he picked up his pencil and got to work on you once more.
With each passing second, you were overjoyed to find that he was finally drawing your lips. Kook held his pencil with such care that you thought he feared it would break. It lightly rested on his middle finger and between his index finger and thumb while he began his first few lines of your top lip. Again, with each stroke, you developed new experiences.
You liked to sit in your car to watch thunderstorms. You despised dubstep music. You loved strawberry shortcake rolls and sushi.
By the time he moved to shape your bottom lip, you were headed to the pits of desire.
You liked to bite and suck on his lip. You preferred to leave hickeys rather than receive them. You loved it when he buried his face into your folds and when he took you over the desk.
The qualities you developed were all his own and they became every facet of your being by the time he got to shading in your lips. You couldn’t look away from him even if you tried.
The tattoos on Kook’s hands were right in your face. With every new trait that you gained to your personality, you came to wonder more and more what it would feel like to kiss the top of each knuckle and glide your fingers up the expanse of inked art in his skin.
You finally felt complete when you gained sensation in your lips. With a small smirk, Kook sketched in a chain around your neck adorned with a small ‘J.’ You didn’t know what it meant, however, you were thankful for the extra amount of bling nonetheless.
Then, he opened a drawer and picked out a pack of colored pencils. You were ecstatic to find that he was going to give you color.
He used a dark color first, taking it to the paper as he did with his original pencil in his fingertips. You couldn’t tell what color it was as you only saw in black and white but as soon as he placed the first stroke down, though, you saw his eyes.
Beautiful, brown eyes. Wide with focus and warm with emotion of artistry. You felt as if you were seeing him for the first time and you were in love with him then, yet again.
Kook pulled his tongue between his teeth as he continued coloring you and you watched in wonder as his room suddenly came to life with color.
His bed was truly black, black blankets and black pillows making for a mood-setter that the room surrounded. His walls were a dark blue, almost black, and it brought out the light color of the shelves and objects placed on top of them.
His speaker that played the grunge music was silver. His guitar was a dark caramel. His book bag was, as you expected, black. The man seemed to love everything dark and black and you adored it.
Of course, with his taste in color, he colored in the jacket that you wore as black too. It was a simple hoodie that sat unzipped across your chest. It contrasted starkly to the white tank top that he left over your breasts.
Kook sat back with finality again and looked at you like you were the world. You imagined you’d blush even more than the light shading of pink he put on your cheeks.
Lowly, he spoke to you.
“Okay, love. I’m going to try this now.”
He picked up your journal for the first time and held you in his hands. You could see the hesitation in his eyes for whatever he was about to do. He blinked robotically and sat up straight, an instinct to “reset” his mind to make it open.
“Hi, Y/N. I’m Jungkook.” He winced.
He gave you a name.
Your name was yours. It was meant to be yours. As you took in the fact that he had finally given you a name, you realized that it was your name all along. You were always Y/N. You were her from the first time you saw him. In the countless hours and days that you lived on his paper in his room, you were always meant to be his Y/N.
His name was Jungkook. You’d gone weeks believing that he was Kook, but the revelation of his full name made you understand that it was just a nickname. Your creator was Jungkook and you loved him. You had loved him since the day you were made.
When nothing more happened and he continued to stare at you, he huffed with frustration and repeated his sentence again.
“Hi, Y/N. I’m Jungkook.” You weren’t sure why he had said it again. To be honest, you weren’t sure why he was speaking to you at all. You were just a drawing to him.
A few seconds passed before he was muttering under his breath. “That motherfucker lied to me.”
He stood from his chair angrily and you couldn’t help but feel like you had failed him somehow. What was he trying to do? You felt helpless.
Jungkook picked up his phone and scrolled for a moment with exasperation clear in the way he scrunched up his nose. After tapping a few times, he held the phone to his ear.
You heard the line ring lowly. After four rings, the person on the other end picked up. The greeting of the other person was hardly audible.
“You’re a fucking liar, Hoseok.” There was venom in Jungkook’s voice. You had never experienced anger from him before and the new emotion did not belong on him. You hated this ‘Hoseok’ person for making him angry.
After a few beats of the indistinct rambling from the person on the other end, Jungkook replied again.
“Nothing happened. Nothing at all.”
Silence followed before he continued.
“I did exactly what you told me to do. I did it twice.”
Faintly, you heard the words, ‘Are you sure?’
“Yes, I’m sure, you dick.” Jungkook laughed incredulously. “I can’t believe I actually fell for it.”
Without letting the other person respond, Jungkook hung up and tossed his phone on the bed. Then, he stalked over to you with a look on his face that would’ve sent shivers down your spine if you could produce physical movement.
In one swift movement, your creator picked your journal up and snapped it closed, encasing you in the blackness that was the cover. You couldn’t see anything anymore. You could only hear.
You felt him carry you a few steps before you were ultimately squished tightly into something. You tried with everything you could to shift around and move due to the uncomfortable circumstance but, to no avail, you still couldn’t fucking move.
You figured he would have another bout of not being able to look at you for a few days, so you patiently waited for the day when he would finally open you back up again. You knew that he loved you because of the feeling he put in to creating you, so there was no way he could stay away for long.
You waited for days, used to the sentiment of waiting for him to overcome his emotions, yet it only seemed to get worse.
You lived out your days within your closed sketchbook and assumed he put you on the bookshelf where he placed all of his old textbooks that he never used anymore. You were used to the tightness by the time the first month in your tight space passed. You didn’t mind. He would come back to take you out soon.
Except, he didn’t.
A month turned into two months and two months turned into six. You heard him continue his every day life without you for so long that you got used to his schedule.
He’d wake up early in the morning, go for a run, shower and eat breakfast, go to school- or work, you didn’t know- and then come back to change and lounge in his apartment. Sometimes, he brought someone over to try and satisfy the imminent need for sexual pleasure as a human, however, they would never stay the night and he left each encounter sounding even more empty than the last.
On many nights, he cried into his pillow. His sobs would tear you to pieces as they were muffled for no one even remotely close to hear. You wanted to hold him close to your chest and run your fingers through his hair and whisper that he had you and that he wasn’t alone. Your entire existence came to be because of him and you felt the guilt begin to creep in from the notion that you maybe you took away everything he had left.
What truly scared you, though, was when he stopped crying after about a year of you not seeing him.
Jungkook went silent. You no longer heard him listening to Justin Bieber. He didn’t play grunge music over his speakers anymore. He stopped humming meaningless tunes to himself when you figured he was studying. It seemed that he had finally found content with the emptiness he was undoubtedly suffering and that was what terrified you the most. Helplessly, you sat on his bookshelf and listened to him lose himself to the throes of time.
Before you knew it, two years of not being able to see nor comfort him passed and you were beginning to feel the dull edges of life without Jungkook, taking away what kept you into being.
Two years and eight months of listening to Jungkook live his life as he tried to find a spark of happiness later, you resorted to only hearing parts of his life. It wasn’t that you had control over when you listened and didn’t listen- truthfully, you would’ve stopped listening to him ages ago if you could- but it was that your conscious went dark for certain periods of time. You had no way to gauge how long you were out because you could only hear your creator doing the same things over and over again when you came back.
Then, he was moving. How long had it been since you had been created? Three years, perhaps? Five? You would have had a better chance at knowing had you not been fading in and out of existence.
You came back to men coming into his apartment to gather things and leave with them. You heard Jungkook take his bed apart and tell the men that they could take it to the truck. He sighed as he grabbed pencils and belongings to shove into what you figured to be boxes.
The bookshelf you sat on was the last place he needed to clear out.
“Are we taking all of these to the truck? You’ll probably need another box for that.”
You were suddenly hyperaware that Jungkook may have been looking at your journal as the men referenced your resting place. You anxiously awaited his response.
“Nah. I think I’m going to donate them. I have no need for college textbooks anymore. Can’t even sell them ‘cause most of them are out of date.” You heard the frown in his voice. “I will be needing a box though.”
“Gotcha.” One of the men said.
You were forgotten. It was undeniable by that point that Jungkook was ready to toss you away. Any hope you had of finally seeing him again was lost with his words. You outlived your time with him by using hope to drive you forward. Now that you had no hope, the same as your creator, you let it go.
With a final thought of content with the emptiness, just as Jungkook had achieved years prior, you faded into nothingness.
A warm exhale brushed against your skin. Not your skin- your paper. You were being yanked out of the darkness incredibly fast and your vision was filled with bright light.
“This is her?” Someone asked.
“In the graphite.” Another replied.
“Dude, you’re not funny.”
His laugh was familiar. “I’d like to think I am.”
You stared at a ceiling and, for the first time, you were having difficulty processing the things around you. Was this a store?
Two men stood above you, one looking down at you the right way and one just within sight, upside down.
“She’s gorgeous.” The one with blonde hair said.
The one that was upside down smiled, his eyebrow piercing shifting in his flesh, yet his smile didn’t reach his eyes. You were slow to remember how you knew him.
“She was my dream girl, once upon a time.” He sighed.
“Don’t give me that ‘once upon a time’ bullshit. It’s only been a few years, hasn’t it?”
“A little over five since you gave the journal to me.”
“Poor thing.” The blonde one said. “She’s been stuck in there that whole time, Kook?”
Kook. The name triggered something within you and you struggled to remember just what the name meant to you.
“I…” Kook trailed off. “… I guess she has…”
The blonde leaned down to inspect you closer than he did before. “What’s her name?”
“I called her Y/N.” The name sparked a distant memory, reminding you of a past you had long forgotten over the course of your time in the shading.
“Y/N,” The blonde repeated. “What a perfect name for her.”
Kook rotated you so that he was facing you, the blonde becoming upside down in the process.
“She was perfect, Hobi. I was very proud of her.” Kook muttered as he stared down at you. His brown eyes were so familiar yet you couldn’t place where you knew them from.
Within your bounds of paper, something simmered; you felt the hum of things unknown stirring your insides with his compliment.
“How old were you when you made her?” Hobi tilted his head at you. “She looks like she’s a bit older than you were when I gave it to you.”
Jungkook sighed, closing his eyes with a wince. “At the time, I pictured her as my noona. No more than three years my senior at most.”
The blonde chuckled. “Oh? Is this a noona kink I hear?”
“Fuck off. I was nineteen and young. You can’t blame me for being into older women back then.”
“Well, it looks like it worked against you, Kook.” Hobi replied. “She’s younger than you now.”
Instead of responding, Jungkook settled on rolling his eyes at the other man.
After a few moments of staring at you, the blonde man spoke again. “You know the words, right?”
“Hi, Y/N. I’m ‘state your name.’”
Kook sighed and looked at you while Hobi held your journal in place.
“Hi, Y/N. I’m Jungkook.”
Suddenly, you remembered everything.
The sorrow. The pain. The longing. The loneliness. You felt it all at once whilst you remembered the years you had experienced Jungkook’s emotions firsthand. As you struggled against the confines of your paper prison, you were terribly reminded that, yet again, you still couldn’t fucking move after all this time.
“She’s got some life in her.” Hobi remarked. Your efforts ceased in shock- he knew that you were conscious?
Jungkook looked up at him in annoyance. “What?”
“She’s practically vibrating the page. I couldn’t feel her before, but now? It’s fucking crazy.” Hobi touched a thumb to your forehead soothingly and spoke up as if he was addressing you. “Don’t you worry, love. We’ll get you out.”
You paused for a moment and processed what the blonde had just said. They’ll… get you out?
“She’s been sleeping for so long that she’s particularly weak. I can’t imagine how awful it was for her.” Hobi said. He left your vision for a moment and you were left staring into the hopeful brown eyes of your creator. Emotion swam within them as the both of you waited for what was to come.
Suddenly, the room went dark. The only light that you saw was from a candle in the far corner of the room. It shed shadows on Jungkook’s face that brought out the best of his features.
“Why’d you turn off the lights?”
Hobi returned to you and framed your journal with his hands again. “She’s a drawn person and all that is her resides in the shading you gave her. She needs shade to manifest.”
“Bro, I’m not gonna lie,” Jungkook backed away slightly with hesitation evident in his eyes. “This sounds like some witchcraft shit.”
“Not that there’s anything wrong with witchcraft,” Hobi chided. “It’s not. It’s Wicca.”
“Wicca?” Jungkook questioned and cocked his pierced brow again.
“I’ll tell you about it later. Let’s get this poor girl out of here first. I need you to fix her up if you have anything to fix.”
Hobi handed a pencil to your artist, smiling softly as he took it from his grasp.
“I swear to god, Hobi,” Jungkook grabbed onto his outstretched arm. “If you’re just fucking with me, I will actually cut you off. Like, forever.”
“Why would I lie to you about something like this? I know how important this is to you.”
“I know, I know…” He replied. He sighed heavily and let his head hang down for a moment. “I’ve just been through enough of the bullshit, you know?”
“I know, bro. I know. I’d never do that to you. We’re brothers for a reason, aren’t we?” Hobi placed his hand on the other’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.
The two men remained silent for a moment. The blonde stared at the brunette with care and worry in his eyes while the brunette closed his own eyes and took another breath in an attempt to relax himself.
You waited patiently for your creator, knowing how heavily he suffered from his emotions. You didn’t know why he had been so sad for the past few years, but you wanted to be able to help him through them so that he didn’t cry himself to sleep ever again. You hated that you couldn’t help him before, but if you even had the slightest chance to relieve him of his worries, you’d lay down everything you had.
“Let’s do this.”
Jungkook paused. “What am I doing that’s different from last time? Surely, just repeating it won’t change anything.”
“Well,” Hobi dropped his hand. “This time, I need you to cry.”
The room was silenced at the weight of Hobi’s words. It seemed that Jungkook was just as shocked as you.
“You need me to… cry?”
Hobi sighed and shook his head. “Because your emotions are what give her power.”
“Dude,” Jungkook said almost immediately. “She shouldn’t even have power. Why is it that she gets power from my emotions? Why wouldn’t she have power from someone else’s emotions? And-“ Jungkook stopped looking at Hobi to look at you. “Why does she get power from emotions?”
“Stop asking questions and cry, you fucking bonehead.”
Your creator spluttered in disbelief, widening his eyes. “Well, I don’t know how to cry just like that. I can’t cry on command like you can, you asshole.”
“I’m not telling you to cry on command, Jungkook. I need emotion from you.” Hobi turned to look at you with concerned eyes. “Crying on command won’t release any emotion because it’s fake. I need something real from you, so, unless you can give me pure happiness or something else as pure as how much a sad boy you are, Y/N won’t be going anywhere.”
You processed what the two were saying, trying to understand how Jungkook actually gave you power by being sad. Even as you struggled to wrap your head around the concept, you somehow knew that you were the most perceptive when Jungkook was emotional.
“Let’s start at the root of why you’re sad.”
Jungkook turned to look at Hobi again. Even in the paper and anxiously awaiting your emergence from it, you looked to the brunette curiously. You’d always wondered why he was sad. If he was about to reveal it now, you were all ears.
“Well…” Jungkook lost volume and hesitated, looking at the blonde again.
“Don’t tell me-” Hobi grabbed the man by his shoulders and rotated him to face you. Jungkook widened his eyes. “-Tell her.”
The artist sucked in a breath as he connected his eyes with yours. You were ready.
“Lena.” He seemed to struggle with his words. “She let me down.”
“How’d she let you down?”
You imagined that you’d frown at the information. Who, in their right mind, would cheat on such a wonderful and precious man as him? The anger you felt towards Lena only increased the more you thought about it.
“How long were you guys together?” Hobi asked, although, by the tone in his voice, he seemed to already know the answer.
Jungkook’s breathing seemed to waver before he spoke. “Five years.”
Briefly, in the short moment he looked away from you, you saw the reflection of the candle on a building tear in his eye.
The blonde lowered his head slightly and narrowed his gaze on the artist. “How long had she been cheating on you for?”
You were shocked to your core. After all this time, the pain was still very real for Jungkook. You saw the familiar crease in his chin as he held himself back from revealing everything.
“So, tell me,” Hobi said. “It’s been five years, right? Why haven’t you moved on?”
“I did!” Jungkook defended, lip trembling. “It just became impossibly difficult to make a connection like that again.”
Hobi fell silent for a moment and spread his lips into a thin line. You knew how Hobi felt, knowing this information yet being unable to do anything about it, and thanked whoever watched over Jungkook that the blonde was in his life.
“Look, I know how you feel,” Hobi said. “but-”
Jungkook cut him off.
“Do you? Do you know how it feels to get your heart ripped out and then never returned? Fuck, man,” The man ran his fingers through his hair. “I feel like I haven’t been able to feel at home or comfortable in my own skin in ages. I hate who I’ve become and who I’m becoming. I hate that I can’t feel and I hate that I’m numb all the time. I thought it’d be better than feeling all of that pain. But,”
Jungkook sniffled and exhaled heavily, voice cracking. “I was dead wrong. This is so much worse. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror anymore.”
Finally, a tear slipped from Jungkook’s eye. It streamed down his cheek slowly, mournfully, and drew a glistening line down his skin. You tried, with everything you had, to reach a hand out of your paper prison to wipe it from his face but it only became frustrating when you couldn’t. You couldn’t care for him or love him the way you wanted to and you loathed your existence for being such a helpless drag.
As if in a hurry, Hobi ushered him closer to you. You didn’t know if it was good that Jungkook finally cried with emotion or if it was terribly awful to see the product of his relentless pain. Instead of worrying about it, you waited for the blonde’s next move.
He raised his hand to your creator’s face and swiped a finger under a fresh teardrop, letting it hang from his fingertip. Then, he put his finger right over your chest and let the tear drop to the paper.
For the first time, you felt a sensation other than the touch of a finger to your paper skin; you felt wetness. You felt actual, tangible pain. Agony. Heartache. Loss.
And love. Real, heartwarming, ethereal love.
Your chest caved and your bones shuddered- your bones shuddered- and you felt the undeniable sensation of gut-wrenching warmth in your body.
Then, you blinked. And then, you blinked again.
Jungkook’s body continued to tremble as he turned away from you. You physically furrowed your eyebrows at the action despite your shock from your spontaneous ability to actually fucking move.
Hobi watched you intently with a growing smile on his face. You were thankful for his attention, scared of what was happening to you and in need of someone to anchor to. Your chest continued to cave and it was becoming increasingly harder to see past the brightening light in your eyes.
Your vision went white all at once, but not before you faintly heard Hobi mutter a low ‘Oh shit.’
Everything ceased. You couldn’t hear anything. Couldn’t see anything. Any sensation you felt before was suddenly gone to the overbearing luminescence of the whiteness. The terror in your blood set in at the possibility that maybe this is what death was like.
Then, your fingers tingled. And your toes. And your knees creaked. And your heart started beating.
And then your back was slamming into something. Hard.
Air failed to come to you as you tried to take your first breath. You didn’t realize your eyes were closed until you opened them in your struggle to the darkness of the room.
You were on the floor, that much was certain by the way Hobi and Jungkook looked down at you with wide, surprised eyes. You groaned lowly in pain and Jungkook staggered back.
“Impossible.” He whispered.
Instead of continuing the silence, Hobi spoke up. “Hello there, Y/N. Nice of you to join us.”
You coughed as you tried to speak for the first time, unused to actually using your vocal cords. “Hobi?”
“I knew you were in there.” The blonde smiled and kneeled down to help you stand. Although it was a foreign sensation, you managed to stand on two feet. “Very nice to meet you, love. My actual name is Hoseok.”
“Nice to meet you.” Your throat was dry as you returned the sentiment.
After a beat spent leaning into Hoseok’s arms and looking at the table you had just broken, you turned your eyes to Jungkook, unsure of how to go about the fact that you could actually move, and found him frozen with his back to the wall.
“J-” You stuttered with the disbelief of the fact that you were finally made of flesh weighing down your tongue. “-Jungkook?”
Although your memories were fake, implanted by his emotional intentions, the feelings associated with him were real. You never actually went out on coffee dates with him, but he had imagined them when he drew you. You never actually spent days cuddled with him on his bed while you binged The Mandalorian, but it was what he had always wanted to do when he drew a small section of your hair. You never kissed him nor touched him, but when he made you, he gave those imaginary creations to you so that you could live your life within his imagination.
Your feelings for him were real and so were his for you. You knew it to be true.
Instead of addressing your presence, the brunette turned to face Hoseok. “Is this real? Like, is this happening right now?”
“It’s as real as it gets, Kook.”
Ever so slowly, your creator pushed himself off of the wall and approached you. A look of bewilderment controlled his features, but even then, there was a hint of hope in his eyes.
“Noo- Y/N,” He tripped over his words. You could just barely suppress your smile at the slip up. “You’re… real.”
You could only whisper in confirmation. “I’m real, Kook.”
Your statement seemed to be the only thing he needed to rush forward and encase you in his embrace. Just as you thought, it surrounded you with the smell of rain and mineral. Another note in his aroma sent your mind reeling, though, and you couldn’t place it. You had never smelled anything like it before, containing the slightest amount of salt and a certain sweetness, but you couldn’t tell what it was.
Without waiting another moment, you raised your arms and wrapped one around his waist, squeezing gently as his body trembled, and raised the other to the back of his head to cradle it in your grasp. His hair felt like silk beneath your fingers and his arms felt like the epitome of home. Jungkook sighed against your neck and dug his nose into your shoulder, taking a long inhale.
For the first time, you truly felt the heat of his body and the love in his heart. You glowed with energy, feeling your being become alight with the vigorous need to protect him and never let him go.
“Would you guys like for me to give you a ride home?” Hoseok asked after a moment. You had honestly forgotten that he was still in the room.
Jungkook froze in his hold. The action made it a little obvious that he had forgotten the other man’s presence too. Despite his inherent surprise, your creator was the first one to answer.
“No, it’s okay. It’s not far. We can walk.” Jungkook pulled away to speak to his friend, yet his eyes never left you. There was something strange in his stare that you weren’t expecting. Although his emotions were usually easy to read, the one you noticed didn’t make any sense.
Unease. The slight wrinkle above his eyebrow and the clench of his jaw was evidence enough of the doubt he felt.
“Then get out of my shop.” Hoseok walked over to turn the lights back on. “I was supposed to be closed twenty minutes ago.”
Jungkook tugged on your hand before you could comment any further.
With a rushed ‘thank you!’ and a small, knowing smile from Hoseok in response, you were exiting the glass doors into the humid heat of the summer night’s air.
You only walked for about ten seconds before you couldn’t take the silence. You had been silent for too long.
“Jungkook, I love you.”
The man’s hand tightened around your fingers and you reveled in the sensation despite it being a little painful. You could feel it. That was all that mattered.
“I- Y/N-“ He grit his teeth and pulled you closer to his side. “You aren’t even supposed to actually exist. We need to figure things out first.”
You were quick to meet his hesitation with honest reassurance. “We can, but we don’t need to figure out the fact that I love you. I do love you. So much.”
Jungkook stopped walking and turned to face you. “Y/N, you don’t know me. You can’t love me.”
“Everything that I am- everything that I have become- is you, Jungkook.” You said confidently. “I exist because of you. I was made by your hand and, with all of the things you’ve given me to make me- well, me- I know you like the back of my own hand.”
For a moment, Jungkook twisted his lips in thought.
“When’s my birthday?”
You scoffed in disbelief. “Easy. September first.”
He narrowed his eyes. “What’s my favorite color?”
“It’s black.” You laughed. “Your old room did not hide that fact in the slightest.”
“You remember my old room?”
You sighed. “It’s the only room of yours I remember. I never saw where you moved to.”
Your creator paused for a moment, shocked. “You know that I moved?”
The sigh of disappointment that escaped your lips was impossible to catch. “I was there the entire time, Kook.”
Jungkook took a step back, baffled, before he stepped forward and took both of your hands into his own. “You were there when I-“ Tears collected in his eyes. There was guilt tainting the purity of his voice. “When I-“
“When you closed me up? Yes, Jungkook. I was there.”
“Oh god,” He whimpered audibly and hung his head under the weight of the revelation. “I’m so sorry.” Your heart couldn’t take the sight.
Instead of sulking further, you tugged him until he got the message that you wanted to continue walking. He stumbled for the first two steps until he was trailing behind you with a lack of energy.
“Where is your place?” You asked, striding down the street confidently. It felt amazing to finally be alive with the one you loved in your grasp.
“Turn left.” He wavered. You followed the direction instantly, pivoting to walk down another street.
Jungkook’s tearful directions brought you to the front of an apartment building after fifteen minutes. Despite his low mutterings of culpability, you didn’t worry. You had already forgiven him when he came back to you. It didn’t matter that it had taken a few years. All that mattered was that he could see you now, just as you had seen him then.
Your artist’s mood suddenly shifted when you entered the building and eyes of people around the lobby shifted to look at you. His arm was strong as he yanked you close to him and wrapped an arm around your waist. It seemed almost like an act of possessiveness. You didn’t mind it in the slightest as he held you to his side until you were entering the elevator.
You still had a small problem though.
“Jungkook,” You whispered as you looked up at him. “I love you.”
“You can’t love me. It’s impossible. I’m not…” He trailed off and winced, looking away to the increasing floor numbers. “… loveable.”
“After all this time, you don’t believe me?” You raised your hand to cradle his cheek, lightly nudging his face to make him look at you again. “Jungkook, I’ve loved you from the moment you first drew my left pupil. I’ve never stopped caring for you and wishing the best for you. You did nothing wrong.”
The elevator dinged as he stared at you, speechless yet again. It almost seemed as if he was contemplating something. “It’s… insane that you were conscious then. I can’t even imagine how much you saw.”
Then, something clicked in him. “Wait. Just how much have you seen?”
The elevator doors opened to his floor and you rushed out with a sheepish laugh to avoid that conversation.
“Y/N,” Jungkook followed you closely. “What have you seen?”
When he pulled you to a stop in front of a door and backed you against it by grabbing your shoulders to face him, your heart kickstarted into a race of emotion. You still couldn’t believe that you could feel him touching you.
Looking in his eyes would never get old, yet it seemed that in this certain situation, it was hard to maintain the eye contact. Jungkook was too close for you to even think clearly.
“E-everything.” You stuttered, dumbfounded by the sensation.
“Everything?” Jungkook reached behind you to open the door with a narrowed gaze. You slightly fell back when the door gave way into his apartment. “What is everything?”
You backed up under his questions and turned to find an apartment much nicer than the room he used to stay in all those years ago.
“When I say ‘everything,’ Jungkook,” You hesitated, looking around the main area and taking your shoes off. It was your effort to avoid looking at him at all. “I mean everything.”
“So you saw when I…” He trailed off. “And those times I…”
You hummed in confirmation, proceeding deeper into his apartment as he referred to all of the times he touched himself the way he liked and the instances he managed to bring a woman home. When you found his bedroom, you turned back to him and raised your eyebrows in a question for permission to enter.
“Oh, uh- sure. Just-“ He mumbled. “Don’t mind the mess.”
“What mess?” You asked, turning around as you stepped through the open door. “Oh.”
The room was completely covered in scattered paper. Upon further inspection, you realized that the papers had small sketches of parts of- you.
“I tried recreating you.” Jungkook explained to satisfy your curiosity. “I just couldn’t get it right. Every time I got close to drawing your mouth, I fucked it up somehow.”
You gingerly picked up one of the sketches and held it closer to your face to get a better look at it.
“I looked like this?” It was truly a wonder to see what you had come from. His skill hadn’t declined at all. You still recognized the smudge of eyeliner. You were suddenly aware of the cross earring dangling from your earlobe and the ‘J’ necklace that wrapped around your neck when you saw them drawn on the paper.
“No. You were much more…” Jungkook trailed off as if he regretted letting the words come out of his mouth. “… beautiful.”
With the statement, you turned to look at him and found him staring down at a paper in his hand. He had a look of frustration tainting his handsome face.
Without wasting any more time, you grabbed his paper from him and placed both yours and his on the nearby desk. The tension was building and you were beginning to lose yourself to it as the pulse in your chest and between your legs strengthened.
“You were always my artist, Jungkook. You have been since the day you made me. You are the most skilled artist I know.”
“Am I not… the only artist you know?”
“Be quiet and listen to me, Jungkook.” You grabbed him by the hand and sat him on his bed, only to place your hands on your hips. He stared up at you, wide-eyed and shocked by your action, but you proceeded forward confidently.
“You drew me and you brought me to life. All of those emotions… you felt all of them and you gave them to me. I felt every single one. I watched you hurt and I watched you cry. I watched you get broken time and time again only to shut off after. I hated that I couldn’t help you.” You took a step forward to grab his face in both of your hands. “But I’m here now, by whatever grace of god, and I’m here to stay. There is no way in hell I would even think about leaving your side after going through what we’ve been through together.”
You took a breath after your rant and huffed to finalize your statement. “So, I love you. Wholeheartedly and completely. I’m in love with you.”
His brown eyes were open wide for a few seconds and you studied them in search of any sort of response. What you weren’t expecting was for his eyebrows to turn up and his eyes to fill with tears. You also didn’t expect to feel a warmth in your chest that radiated so much heat that you had to look down and clutch at your chest in bewilderment.
When you looked back up at him, the tears in his eyes were spilling over, but there was a smile on his lips- albeit, it was a small smile, but it was a smile. Your creator was crying tears of unbridled joy.
“I’ve loved the idea of you since I was a kid.” He sniffled and you thumbed away a tear that threatened to cross down his face again. “Someone who would stick by me and understand the things I went through. Someone who wouldn’t leave me just because of the things that haunt me everyday. I-“ He hiccuped. “I just wanted someone to love me for me. And I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I starting sketching you in fifth grade.”
You felt wetness prickling at your eyes and, suddenly, you were also crying. What a sensation. You smiled and leaned in to press your foreheads and noses together. In true peace with him, you closed your eyes and let your tears fall.
The two of you were together. After five years of the impossible love that- quite literally- crossed dimensions, you could love each other for what you were.
“Y/N,” Jungkook whispered. His breath fanned against your chin. “Can I kiss you now?”
“Please.” You whimpered under the wave of passion that flooded your body and bubbled up in your chest.
You sprang forward as he opened his arms to snatch you into his chest and you kissed him with a smile, true happiness within your soul completely wiping away any prior sadness. His lips smashed into yours with such vigor that it borderline hurt, yet you only felt his tears against your cheeks and the ardor in his kiss.
The two of you fell back onto his bed and your body began to tremble in excitement. Five long years of unexperienced memories of loving him and being with him had taken a toll on your patience. For five years, you loved him from afar and gotten to know him through your own eyes despite the memories he had already given you. After five terribly long years, you finally had him.
Jungkook’s hands gripped at your hips, squeezing harshly as you laid against him and pressed your body onto his. He whimpered when you bit into his bottom lip like you loved to do. He had drawn you to love doing it because he loved it too.
Your bodies moved in sync with each other, perfectly attuned to each other’s needs. Everything about you was him and everything about him was you. He groaned lowly as you sucked his lip between both of yours and swiped your tongue across it.
Your hand was sliding down his body, just as he liked, until it stopped at his waist and squeezed. When you pulled away, his eyes were pleading. You knew what he wanted.
Your fingers fumbled with his button and zipper to the jeans he wore while you leaned your lips into his ear. “I love you, Kookie.”
“Noona.” He whined and then froze, realizing the name he had just called you.
“So Hobi was right.” You teased and smiled smugly. “You do have a noona kink.”
“N-no.” He shivered as you splayed your hand under his shirt, slightly digging your nails into his skin. “Okay, maybe.”
“Even though you’re older than me, you can call me that. Okay?” You let your hand gradually descend further down until it was teasing his happy trail. Playfully, you pinched some of the hairs between your fingers.
“Okay.” The man replied all-too quickly.
His boxers were useless against your snaking fingers. You quickly slipped below them and grabbed ahold of his hardening cock, slowly stroking his flesh to hardness. “Tell me you love me, Kookie.”
In response to your touch and your words, he arched his back to roll his hips into rhythm with your languid strokes.
“I love you, noona.” He whispered.
With a grin, you placed a kiss onto the shell of his ear, took your hand out of his pants, and slid down his legs until you were on your knees on the floor. He sat up on his elbows to look down at you.
“Then, let me love you.” You breathed.
He nodded quickly.
You trailed your hands up his legs and placed your hands on both of his thighs like you had watched him do before, squeezing the supple and muscular flesh. You wanted to do it too. To please him. To love him the way he deserved.
You moved your hands up until you hooked your fingers under both waistbands of his jeans and boxers before tugging. He helped you by raising his hips to allow you the room to slide his pants down his legs.
With a sharp intake of breath, his dick unfolded from the confines his pants kept them in and laid with a light thump onto his stomach. While he kicked his pants the rest of the way off his ankles, you returned your hands to his thighs and reveled in the way his skin felt below touch.
“N-noona.” He stuttered, huffing for breath and shaking some of his hair from his eyes. “Please love me.”
“I love you, Kookie.” It was endearing to see him turn into putty for you and you had no problem repeating the words as many times as he wanted you to. You looked up into his eyes again while you leaned into his left thigh. “So much.”
Your lips connected to his inner thigh like they were meant to be there and only when you inched closer did you feel his hand cradling the back of your head. He didn’t pull you any closer but you felt the caress of his needy fingers.
His dick jerked while you inched closer to it and your mouth started to water at the sight of the engorged flesh sitting prettily as it waited for your attention. With a short glance to his face, you got a hint for how excited he was; it didn’t help in containing your own excitement to see how wide his beautiful eyes were nor how his lips were slightly agape as his breaths came faster.
You got to his dick in a matter of a few seconds that were the result of your impatience, letting your bottom lip lightly drag up the shaft until you reached the ridge of his tip. Truly, it was a sight to behold.
With a tentative swipe, you licked across the top and drew up the small bit of pre-cum that managed to escape from him. Just as you expected, it was salty, yet it sat perfectly on your tastebuds while you hummed in delight of his most heady taste. This was the source of the scent you had smelled when you first hugged him.
“Oh.” He breathed. “Can you do that again?”
You smiled and nodded, letting your tongue flick across him again whilst placing your arms on top of his thighs and your hands to the sides of his waist. He loved it when you did that.
Before you knew it, you were wrapping your lips around his tip to swirl your tongue while your forehead and nose pressed into the skin of his stomach. He tasted perfect and you couldn’t get enough of him. You wanted to suck in everything he had to offer while his thighs trembled below you.
“Oh god.” You felt him shift when you grabbed him by the base and propped it up to help with slightly nudging him into your mouth. Then, you closed your lips around him and sucked.
Jungkook collapsed to the bed while you worked your tongue on the underside of his dick, right in the spot he loved to touch so much. You had no need to deepthroat. He was sensitive enough where you laved against him.
When you got the chance to look up at him again, you smiled at the sight of him tightly holding a pillow to his face and his abs twitching uncontrollably below his t-shirt. With a slight stroke of your hand to match the suctioning of your mouth, he muffled a moan into the pillow.
You pulled him out of your mouth and swayed your tongue back and forth across his length as you went down, noting the veins and ridges in your path, until your retraced them when you went from base to tip again. It was too much to resist sucking him back between your lips to reattach your tongue to his sensitive spot. He let out another garbled moan whilst he squeezed the pillow tighter against his face.
Suddenly, he was pulling the pillow off of him and throwing it to the side in order to sit up and push you off of him. For a brief second, you fought against the action to greedily take more of him, but he wasn’t having it. You were surprised to find that he was about to cum.
“Please let me love you, noona.” He breathed, leaning down to lift you into his lap. For a moment, you struggled in his grip, but it wasn’t long before you were straddling his waist as he wrapped his arms around yours and pulled you to him. His dick lightly pressed to the area between your clothed thighs.
“Love me.” You whispered against his lips.
He shoved a hand down the front of your pants and kissed you again. With his finger slipping between your pussy lips and onto the top of your clit, you tried to close your legs in reaction but only succeeded in squeezing his waist a little tighter.
Jungkook dipped a finger straight into your cunt but the angle made it difficult for him to go very far. Instead, he settled on twisting your bodies until you laid at the top of his bed. He sat on his heels for a moment as he scrambled to remove your pants from your legs and strip you of the barrier that kept you from him.
You reached down and took off your jacket and tank top to reveal all of your naked body to him, needing to show off what he made possible to make him proud. You wanted him to be proud of himself like he was proud of you.
“Oh, you’re so beautiful.” He moaned. “So perfect.”
“I’m yours, Kookie. Don’t you forget that.”
“Never.” He said before he dove down between your legs.
You put your legs on his shoulders as his mouth pressed into your pussy, licking his way straight into your cunt to collect all that gathered there in the past few minutes. Then, he pressed two fingers into you to take his tongue’s place while it got to work on your clit. You grabbed for his free hand, threading your fingers together, and placed your other hand in his long hair to grab a fistful of it while you cried out to the ceiling.
He parted from your clit to raise his head and look at you. Love filled his eyes like never before and he leaned down to affectionately lick on your clit again so that he could watch your reaction. His tongue was hot and oh, so wet, as it abused your bundle of nerves. A dreamy expression overtook him when you moaned with your eyebrows furrowed.
“Oh, Kookie. So good.” You heaved a breath as he pumped his fingers harder, massaging against your velvet walls in different spots with each thrust. “So perfect.”
He stretched you out well, scissoring his fingers to slightly open you so that he could ready you for his dick, but you didn’t need to be prepped. You were made for him.
“Love me, Jungkook. Inside and out.”
“I love you.” He said automatically, slipping his fingers out of you and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. “Let me grab a condom.”
You waited as he leaned over you to reach into his nightstand. His torso slightly spread your legs wider and you leaned up to press a kiss to his tattooed shoulder while he struggled to grab ahold of one.
Jungkook came back to his original position with the foil between his fingers, already in the hurried process of tearing it open. Carefully, he slid it on and then stroked himself a few times to fit it snugly against him. Before you knew it, he was pulling you to him and positioning himself against your slit.
“You’re mine.” He muttered, almost as if it was meant for only him to hear. “Only mine.”
With a cant of his hips, he split your walls to bury himself into you. As you anticipated, he fit inside you perfectly, filling you to undeniable flawlessness. The lube on the condom made the slide of him inside you much more smooth and effortless. Warmth encased your body when he brought your legs onto his forearms and leaned down, folding you in the process.
He thrusted to more firmly plant himself inside you and you whimpered loudly at the sensual love from the movement. Your pussy parted for him in such a way you would have never imagined.
For a bit, Jungkook just rutted in you so that he could lean down and kiss your lips. He breathed heavily, exhaling his delicious breath onto your lips while you locked your arms around his neck and attempted to pull him deeper than he already was.
He pulled out suddenly and grunted.
“Fuck this.” Jungkook reached down and yanked off the condom, tossing it to the floor. You giggled at his carelessness “I need to feel you, baby.”
When he entered you again, it was different. Although he remained loving, there was a fierceness in his movement that was not present before. Jungkook grabbed onto your hip and dug his other arm below your back so that he could grab onto the nape of your neck, cradling you.
“Noona,” He whispered, leaning down with a small push of his hips into you. You gasped your response.
“Let me-” He hissed when you involuntarily clenched more tightly around him. “Please let me go harder.”
Your brain may as well have reset as he begged and you completely lost your mind at how good he sounded when he pleaded. You clenched again.
“Harder,” Was all you managed in the anticipation. “Go harder, baby.”
Jungkook smashed his lips onto yours as he became ferocious with his hips. An unrelenting rhythm pounding straight into your body drove you further into the darkness of his sheets and you cried out in the bliss of utter passion.
And oh, how you loved him.
Jeon Jungkook was your only love as he set a pace so harsh that you thought of nothing but the need to have him inside of you- always- and it was undoubtedly the most perfect sensation you could have felt in any lifetime. He gnashed his teeth together as he focused on where he speared into you repeatedly, grabbing onto the back of your neck as a means to keep you still so that he could he could have every facet of your attention and ounce of control.
“Perfect pussy.” He whispered through clenched teeth. “Feels so perfect. All messy.”
You grunted as he pressed into you so hard that his skin touched your clit. The stretch was glorious. Each greedy slurp of your bodies parting drove you further towards the brink of an orgasm. With abandon, you angled your hips so that you could revel in the sensation of him completely destroying your insides. The pressure was building incredibly fast.
Your teeth chattered from his filthy movement as you spoke despite you not being the slightest bit cold. “You’re i-in my g-guts.”
“Yeah, I am.” Jungkook agreed with a smirk, laughing breathlessly and slowing. “You’re too small for this dick.”
“No, I’m not!” You immediately protested, grinding your hips to try and egg him back on to his momentum. “I want it.”
“You want it?” He asked, shoving himself in you again. “You want my dick, noona?”
You hummed, nodded eagerly, and shifted with anticipation when he took your legs over his arms again.
“It’s all yours, baby. All yours. Was meant to be yours.” You definitely liked that.
Your creator picked up his rhythm, grunting with effort as he used his hips to pin yours into the mattress. It was only a matter of time before you were approaching your orgasm again with your toes curling.
“Kook,” You gasped a breath. “I’m going to-”
You didn’t have enough focus to finish your sentence because he had jammed his thumb into your clit during your declaration. With his touch, your body was racked with spasms and your arms tightened around his neck to bring his face into your neck and shoulder.
Jungkook hummed against your skin. “Oh fuck, noona. Gonna lock me in? Gonna keep me here when I cum in your pussy?”
Your moan of agreement was all you could manage. You were about to cum and nothing could bring you out of it. His words were sending you towards your climax even faster than before.
Jungkook could only kiss you once more before you hit bliss with a certain pass of his thumb over your nub. You moaned into his mouth while you dug your nails into his back and he sucked in a breath, obviously feeling the pain, yet it seemed to drive him even harder into you when you mindlessly dragged them down his skin.
You couldn’t keep your eyes open to watch his frame dominate yours. In waves, your body seized and squeezed around his unrelenting force until he, himself, was releasing deep into your depths to empty himself of his engorgement. He elicited a low growl and pressed his teeth into your neck lightly.
A few seconds passed, the two of you panting for air as you came down from your highs.
“Kookie,” You cooed, heaving for breath and smiling, completely out of it with the dreamy afterglow ridding you of common sense. “Oh, Kookie. I love you.”
He grinned with warm, sparkling eyes. It was then that you noticed his eyes were shiny because he had oncoming tears in them.
“And I love you, Y/N. More than anything, I do.”
You unwrapped your arms from his neck and let him pull away so that he could remove himself from your body and let you put your legs down. When you looked down to watch the action, you noted the thick glob of cum that quickly surfaced from within your cunt.
“Let’s go get cleaned up.” He laughed, eyes twinkling with tease as he looked down at the sight.
“Mhm.” You agreed.
Jungkook stood from the bed and held his hand out for you to take, which you gladly accepted, and then you both walked over to the bathroom hand-in-hand. Another warm spurt of his cum made the insides of your thighs sticky as you stepped through the door and shut it behind you.
He kept his hand clasped onto yours as he slid the door to the shower open and turned on the water. When he shut it again to keep any water from escaping, he turned to face you, only to pull you to him and push you until he trapped you between the counter of the sink and his naked body. With a sigh of contentment, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder.
“You’re here.” Jungkook mumbled there.
You giggled in response while you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a hand to the back of his head. “I’m here, Kook.”
“And I’m awake.”
You couldn’t help but laugh again. “Yes, you’re awake.”
He squeezed his arms a little tighter around you, pulling you into his naked skin more firmly. “I can’t believe you’re actually real.”
Steam began to fill the ceiling of the bathroom as the two of you exchanged more simple comments about your existence. It was your queue to take the conversation into the shower.
“That time I touched myself,” Jungkook backed into the stream and pulled you with him. His head blocked the water from getting in your face too much and, with you looking up at him, you watched the water drench his hair and run down his temples. “You saw?”
“I did.” You closed your eyes and pressed the tip of your nose against his.
“That’s crazy. It honestly felt like you were watching me then.”
You smiled, letting your lips just barely skim over his. “I was.”
For a little, you let the water stream around the two of you, breathing in his scent as he breathed in yours. You massaged your fingers into his back muscles and kneaded the tissue to relieve him of the built up tension from what you presumed to be years of stress and unease. He sighed and let his forehead rest against yours.
Your naked breasts pressed upon his chest lightly, nipples rubbing against his skin, and he seemed to take the contact as an invitation to raise a hand to cup underneath it. Your ‘J’ necklace moved slightly to the side with the action.
“I love your titties. Such perfect titties.” Jungkook backed away slightly to usher you around, placing your back against his chest with his hands returning to bosom. He placed his chin on your shoulder to watch the breast in his hand move with his ministrations and you let him play with it as much as he pleased since you loved his attention.
It wasn’t long before he was leaning down to place a tongued kiss onto your skin.
“I love your lips.” You whispered, craning your head back into him as he trailed inward to kittenishly lick your jaw. “And your tongue.”
He deftly worked his hand down your skin to cup against your pussy and place two fingers against the outer lips. You could feel him slightly massaging them around to smear his spunk that managed to leak out.
The water ran down his arm and onto your pussy as he played and you had half the mind to slightly part your legs to give him room to clean himself from inside you.
“Then can I put my lips and tongue here again?”
You answered him much too fast, breathlessly. There was no shame in needing him- badly. “Yes.”
Jungkook was slow with his movements, delicately turning you so that you understood his intentions when you watched him crouching down. Even as he kneeled before you, made you hook a leg over his shoulder, and pressed you to the wall with a tight grip on your thigh, his presence exhumed that of a god with his dark hair dripping and his black tattoos contrasting starkly to the white of the shower.
His tongue was slow in rubbing against you, a subtle and soft contact, and it drove your hands into his hair so that you could push it out of his face while he tended to your clit like an animal tending to a wound. It was gentle and it was loving. You sighed softly.
Reveling in the deliberate pleasure of his mouth, you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the wall while your other leg trembled under the weight of balancing on one foot. Still, you kept yourself up to receive his passion.
A certain insistent flick of his tongue right into the center of your clit had you unexpectedly jolting forward and your body curling in on itself. When you looked at him with wide eyes, Jungkook’s gaze was lidded and lazy.
Your body was already sensitive from his previous battering into you, but with his tongue on and in you again, you were hurtling towards your orgasm so fast that you could barely comprehend his other hand kneading the tense flesh of your ass.
“Fu-uck.” You ground out. He closed his eyes at the sound.
Jungkook didn’t use his fingers, knowing that your insides were much too used and tender to receive any more of his attention for the time being, yet he seemed to mobilize his tongue ardently in order to continue your reception of bliss. It was his graciousness that brought you to another climax.
Your body was still jolting as he stood and encased you against the wall, pressing his thigh between yours so that you could ride out the rest of your orgasm with the contact of his skin, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to lift you into his arms when you finally came down. In the heat of the shower, you wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened them like a vice so that your bodies could come together again.
He dragged his dick along your folds, rutting so that your outer lips parted to hug him in his movements, and he came again with a low curse and a few jets of his cum shot straight onto your clit and stomach. Your legs trembled with the stimulation against your bundle of nerves.
“I could never get enough of you.” He whispered, kissing your lips and then trailing his kisses to your jaw. He kept his hips moving so that he could use his cum to ease the slide of his cock against your folds. “It would be impossible to have enough.”
“Jungkook,” You whispered. “All of me is yours.”
Even as he softened and dropped you to the floor, he kept his face pressed into your neck.
“Where do we go from here?” He asked lowly. You could practically feel his concern. “You aren’t registered as a citizen; you don’t have anything to your name; you literally appeared out of a drawing.”
You smiled and raised your hands to the back of his head again, a habit that you found comforted the both of you, and then threaded your fingers into his hair.
“We’ll figure it out, baby.” You sighed. “What I do know is that I have you and that’s all I need.”
“You need me?” He asked, lifting his head to look at you with surprise and admiration.
“More than anything.” You breathed, smiling softly.
He mirrored your smile with a beautiful one of his own. “I think I can work with that.”
You reached around him, grabbing his bottle of Head & Shoulders, and squirted some onto your hand. Obediently, he leaned his head forward for you to rub it in as he had done yet never done hundreds of times before.
Because, despite the lack of you actually being together in his reality, the two of you shared a love that was real and warm and true ever since he began drawing you with the simple tool of a graphite pencil.
~Dedicated to all of those sweet anons who constantly fill my heart with love and joy. Thank you all for being such kind humans <3~
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𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏
naoya zen’in x f!reader
tw:// yandere, noncon, forced marriage, breeding, coercion, black mail, pregnancy mentions
Somewhere on the Zen’in compound….
Naoya Zen’in, 27. Is taking a moment to himself for some self reflection. The next in line to become head of the clan after his dear father, he should have been planning accordingly. Finding a wife to produce an heir after him. So, why hasn’t he chosen someone yet? Well he knows the answer to that question, like most humans, he possesses the quality that he wants what he cannot have, you.
Originally in your guys’ youth, at one point there had been a meeting in place where there could be arrangements for the both of you to marry, and your clan almost accepted the offer, you almost belonged to him. But no, you wanted to become a jujutsu sorcerer instead, defying your clan at all costs until you got your way, like a spoiled brat. At first he had even agreed to your whims, as long as he still got to marry you after you had graduated but, no. That wasn’t enough for you. Your end had still broken the arranged marriage agreement.
Naoya almost breaks the glass in frustration, seething at this memory of you. Thinking on how instead of becoming his little housewife you went on your way to become a second grade sorcerer instead, what a waste. A beautiful body like yours and your perfect face was meant for looking pretty and carrying his seed, not doing a man’s job fighting curses. What a waste.
But no matter, Naoya doesn’t mind playing dirty to get what he wants. Unable to take his yearning anymore. It wouldn’t be the first time the higher ups have turned a blind eye to something he has done. Far from it. In fact, they’ve laid their own hands into the dish, just to remain good with one of the larger clans.
He has waited long enough. Too long if you ask him, he’s let you have your fun, but now it really is time you stop the act, for your own good of course. Possibly his own selfish desires, imagining you taking his cock between your lips, watching it disappear into your perfect little cun-
He needs to calm himself, he thinks as a groan slips past his lips as he palms himself through his trousers. The thought of fucking his own personal sleeve, becoming far too much for him. The one who thought she could get away from him, about to be in his hand.
He has a few phone calls to make.
All it was is a few.. Threats.. A little persuasion if you will, as long as you agree to his whims, nobody shall be harmed. Truly that is quite evil even for him but, does he care? Not really, his patience deserves to be rewarded. Rightfully, you belong to him.
So to no surprise, a few days later when the news reaches you, you waste no time in coming down to the Zen’in compound yourself.
A servant nervously approaches the man, “She’s here Master Naoya and she’s very...upset…” they nervously trail off, recalling the way you were seething as soon as you entered the place.
He can’t help the smug look that creeps across his face at the news. Relaxing back into his seat in satisfaction. “Good, good, she knows where to find me.” Waving a hand to dismiss the servant, now, he waits.
You thought he had given up, when you had backed out of the proposal to pursue your own dreams. Of course he was persistent for a few years after, but nonetheless you thought you were home free, you knew he was a misogynistic dick, but you never thought he’d pull the rug out from beneath your feet like this though. Stupid naive you for thinking he wouldn’t. You chide yourself, you should have thought this would happen, you gave him no choice and now you are stuck between a rock and a hard place. Given virtually no choice.
Your clan is much smaller, always has been, not very many of you left, and you let your guard down. You cannot afford to lose anymore members, you knew this, your elders knew this, so now the fate rests in your hands. You have to fix this, and now for your sake, and the rest of your family, you had everything ripped from you in a matter of a few days.
You know where he is, the familiar cursed energy is hard to miss as you angrily march to the room he’s currently residing in. Not even bothering to knock, opening the door and walking right up to the asshole who looks all too happy for his own good.
“Now now dear, fix your face, you’ll get wrinkles, a frown doesn’t suit you anyways.” The man tuts.
Taking a moment to will yourself, you collect your thoughts, knowing that the more upset you come off, the happier this will make him. “Why Naoya, why me? Why did you resort to something like that.”
“I’ve waited long enough haven’t I?” The man gets up from his chair, slowly sauntering towards you to come face to face with you. “Originally, you should have given me a few brats by now, more than likely waddling around with another on the way.” Naoya’s hand makes it’s way to your hip as he stands behind you, fear creeping up your spine.
“Originally” he hisses. “You were supposed to walk three steps behind me and warm my bed every night. A ring should already be on your left hand, and you should have been opening your legs for me every night.
You gave me no choice, I get what I want. And if you want your family safe, and sound. You’ll let the servants.” He looks you up and down. “Fix you up. Weddings in a week, I expect you back here in three days for preparations. I'm being kind enough to let you go back, get what you need and spread the good news. I’ve waited long enough.” Cold lips reach your ear lobe for a gentle kiss. “Now, run along little bunny, I will be seeing you soon, future wife.” A giggle filled with mirth escapes his lips before he turns you around, and smacks your ass harshly.
You try to fight the tears streaming down your face at the news, you wanted to give him a piece of your mind you really did, but like a coward you kept your mouth shut, you wanted to argue and fight for your own sake, but being in his presence you felt powerless, you stood no chance. Everything you worked hard for is gone, just like that. That was just how the jujutsu world worked, if you were a part of the bigger clans, it was quite often that higher ups would turn a blind eye to sketchy affairs such as this one.
Your head hangs low as you make it back to your compound, your family apprehensively waiting for your arrival. They hold you and cry with you as they see the state you are in, telling you that they can figure something out possibly, they can figure this out anything to not hand you away just like that, you know, they know, that your fate is sealed.
A week later.
The ceremony is beautiful, you admit. Everything about the wedding could be taken straight out of a novel, from your ring down to the scenery, the only out of place thing would be your now husband, and you know some of the clan also got their hands dirty as well. But you don’t blame the whole clan, some really do look at you with sympathy and pity in your eyes. A handful of them knowing just how Naoya can be.
As the servants helped you dress and did your hair, they were gentle and kind with you, but they too had that pity in their eyes. Some of your family and clan did attend, afterall it was your wedding day. Meeting eyes with them after everything was exchanged, was the first time today that you couldn’t stop a tear from rolling down your face. Which you quickly wipe away hoping they didn’t see. Hoping he didn’t see. Knowing he’d be all to happy that you already have had your spirits crushed.
Your now husband leans to your ear after the ceremony is over. “I hope you’re ready for tonight wife” he all but hisses, especially the last word. “I’m very pent up after all these years of waiting for you, I don’t plan on taking it easy on you.”
Another tear cascades down your face.
Later that night.
You had never planned on saving yourself for marriage. The whole concept seemed of no importance in your life. Naoya also knew this, he may or may not have been keeping tabs on you the last few years. Here and there.
It doesn’t matter who you’ve had in the past hes reasoned, all that matters is that you’re his now. His forever. God thinking of the possession he has now already has his at full staff. The very idea of full possession of you has excitement vibrating through his veins. Bending you over that bed and- No, no, he wants to see your face when he spears you on his cock. The look on your face will be all worth it.
You follow him trying to keep up with him as he leads through the compound where his, you mean both of your quarters are now. The reality is that you no longer have your own room, you will be expected to share a room and warm his bed every night.
Naoya opens his doors without haste, seemingly annoyed you were so far behind him on the way there, as you approach the door he smacks your ass harshly with an eyeroll as you quickly scurry in.
You stand there unsure really on where things will progress from here, knowing what couples do on the first night, you want to test him, see if he actually is serious about what he had mentioned earlier, who are you kidding, you know that he is, and his predatory stare from his cat-like eyes that are fixated on you tells you no different from your assumption.
Naoya admits, you look beautiful in your wedding kimono, such elegant wear truly does suit you, especially vs your uniform that you had worn as a sorcerer, but now at the prospect of being the one to shed you of your attire, as regal as you may currently look, he is thrumming with excitement at the prospect of how wrecked he can turn your image now.
“Undress me” he commands.
Ah, so it starts now, you reason. The tone he used leaving no room to get yourself out of this one, no doubt if you aren’t his compliant little housewife, he has no issue digging up threats once more.
Standing up from the seat on top of the luxurious bed you were on, you hesitantly make your way over to the pompous man. Beginning to carefully shed him of his own wedding kimono, and as you get to his undergarments, it is too much for you to look down. You will yourself to not look down, far too intimate to stare at his cock, which from the corner of your eye you can see that it is very erect, slapping along his abdomen. All seven inches, and a very thick girth.
The blond notices this and smirks. Knowing he is of impressive size. “Enough gawking at me little wife. I have waited years to see what you were hiding from me beneath those wretched outfits you choose to wear.” Naoya is surprisingly gentle as he strips you of your own kimono, careful with the beautiful fabric, taking his time to feel your breasts as he peels the cloth away. Feeling along the curve of your waist as each article is neatly thrown into a pile, until you stand bare before him.
You see his eyes flicker in approval, his predatory stare boring holes through you, you want to hide yourself from such a strong gaze as his, but you know that would be the wrong move. Instead Naoya slowly stalks circles around you, just as naked as you looking you up and down, until he is standing behind you. You feel his erection on your upper buttocks and lower back as he presses his body closer to you, feeling him envelop you.
“Now now, I really have made the right choice, a body such as yours is meant to be ravished by her husband, to carry children, not fight curses.” The man tuts, removing each hairpin from your wedding hair style. Shockingly also taking his time here. Kissing up and down along the side of your neck and jawline. Moving briefly to set each hair pin down onto the dresser. “Such perfect breasts.” The man quietly says as if he’s talking to himself when he approaches you, groping them between both of his calloused hands.
Grabbing your hips with his own hands, he spins you around, cat like eyes meeting yours that have you frozen in your place. Flickering to your lips until he crashes his against yours, years of yearning and passion behind this kiss as he pushes you towards the bed once more.
Restless hands cannot stop running down your body as if they have a mind of their own, pinching and groping across the expanse of your silky skin. Running along divots, stretch marks, and every scar they can get themselves into, he can’t stop, he won't stop. Nobody has ever taken this much time to truly feel all of you it's strange, it’s even, nice, in a way.
Using his hands he sits you on the bed standing above you, before you. You look up at him, not sure how to feel, this day has been a whirlwind, scratch that, this entire last week has been.
Naoya grabs you by your nape, forcing you to be face to face with his painfully hard cock. “Don’t you dare take your eyes off of me, or my cock, when I decide that I want to be intimate with you, do not disobey me.” The special grade sorcerer uses his other hand to wrap it around his own dick, moving it up and down right in front of your face as if to prove a point. Moving your face closer with the strong grip he has on you, Naoya slaps his cock on your right cheek, not very hard but a trail of pre glistens on your cheek. Moving his member across your other cheek and lips, it’s like he's marking you in such a primal way.
Letting go of his erection, the blond playfully taps your face. “Open” he commands. As if under a trance under his dominating presence, you obediently listen, of course Naoya notices and wastes no time ramming his own cock in your mouth. “Show me you’re worth all the trouble you’ve put me through, brat.” he grits, practically fucking your face, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Naoya has the audacity to laugh at the way drool leaks past your lips and that you gag around his girth.
The laughs slowly turn into his own groans as time goes on before he abruptly pulls out leaving you to cough up your own spit and his pre cum. “I got too close there” he chides to himself. “As if I would waste my precious seed in your mouth.” Deft fingers find their way to your pussy, his ring and middle finger rubbing the rim of your hole before Naoya roughly inserts the two, cooing “My cum belongs riiight here. Enough foreplay, you seem ready.” He reasons scissoring the two fingers into your sopping cunt.
When did you get so wet? Did getting face fucked really turn you on that much?
“Up the bed you go.” Pushing you further up the bed the blond slots himself on top of you looking down on you like you were his next meal and he hasn’t eaten all day. “Time to make you a mommy.” Using the most condescending tone he can, Naoya aligns himself with your cunt, leaving all self restraint behind, you can feel him thrum with excitement above of you. He’s practically vibrating.
At the intrusion you can’t help but moan and cling onto the man, at which as he may let you cling to his biceps, his starting pace is outright brutal, fucking you as if he’s possessed. Just to avoid separation from how hard Naoya is going, a bruising grip is placed onto your hips.
“So. Fucking. Good. Shit.” he groans using your body like a fuck sleeve. “Yes. Yes, yes you’ll do, you’re perfect. Don’t you ever think you’ll ever get away from me.”
You can’t even follow what he’s saying before he roughly manhandles you until your thighs are practically pinned to your chest. Listening to him ramble about how he’s gonna breed you over and over until it takes. Naoya's eyes not sure where to go, your fucked out face, your bouncing tits, or the way your greedy cunt swallows his cock, not wanting to let it go.
If heaven exists it’s the way his cock fits into your cunt, it’s the way you sound so angelic as he defiles you on your own wedding night that you were forced to participate in. Coercion be damned all he cares about is this moment, you beneath him, getting what he wants for the rest of his sorcerer life, all the wait has been worth it for this moment, for his future, and you, the woman who will open her legs for him nightly, follow behind him and carry his heir.
Thinking of you swollen with his child and your breasts swelled with milk, waddling behind him has him kicking into overdrive, he sees nothing but lust and pleasure clouding his vision as he leans down and locks his lips with yours, moaning and groaning shamelessly into your mouth, sharing your own angelic wails.
You feel yourself begin to reach your own peak as your own shroud of pleasure begins to settle into your mind. The way he hits your g spot over and over again. His lips on yours, that trail down your neck, putting a nipple into his greedy mouth. The vibrations of his own groans around the peaked bud.
It hits you out of nowhere before you clench impossibly tighter around him. A silent scream leaving your lips.
“Shit, shit can’t move, cant pull out too tight too tight.” Naoya rambles pleasure blinding him as his own orgasm punches him right in the lower gut. “Gonna breed, gonna fuck, take it, slut, slutty wife, take it!” Throwing his head back above you you feel the way it floods your entire lower body. But he doesn’t pull out just collapses ontop of you as he desperately tries to fuck his own cum deeper into your womb, he can’t think, just breed, that’s all that his one track mind is telling him.
Before he knows it he’s already at full staff, and he wastes no time fucking you once more, depleated energy stored into the back of his mind, and overstimulation at the front of yours as fat tears roll down your face, pain and pleasure mixing together.
Eventually it’s all too much, after you are surely stuffed to the brim, puffy cunt sore from the treatment, you think you pass out.
You wake up the next morning, covered in dry cum. You feel it’s presence still very much so stuffed into your cunt. You also feel a warm body draped over yours, looking over at the table you do see a glass of water. You also feel a flaccid cock you must have been warming all night long.
Did he really fuck you until he passed out? You reason he probably did. You look towards the window to find the sun just beginning to rise, not being able to stop the few tears that escape your eyes, a true moment to yourself, sort of. For the last week, the weight of your situation settles, is this really how you’re going to spend the rest of your life?
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» forbidden | jjk
» rating › 18+
» genre(s) › smut
» au › college, cheating, marriage, slice of life, yandere
» pairing(s) › jungkook x reader (female) | f! reader x oc | jungkook x oc
» word(s) › 4.4k+
» synopsis › Jungkook just so happen to be your daughter’s boyfriend who just so happens to have feelings for you. In a moment of weakness, you take him up on his offer. Something you instantly regrets.
» warning(s) › dub-con, milf!reader, switch!jjk, dom!reader, fingering, breast/nipple play, involuntary cheating (jk is dating your daughter & you have a husband), mentions infidelity (on the husband side), rough sex, subtle talks of murder, y!jungkook, somnophilia, noona!reader (older reader), jungkook being a little shit, possessive!jjk, noona kink, jjk is 20 in this, unprotective sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, & body worship (i think that’s it)
» posted date › 09/29/2021
» music playlist › ♫ do u dirty by kehlani, rendezvous & monster in me by little mix ♫
» a/n › I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a fat minute and finally decided to complete so I hope you like! (:
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Jungkook knows he shouldn't have let himself fall into this rabbit hole. Shouldn't have gotten caught up in your soft smiles and with you constantly being worried about him. he couldn't help it. He took to your caring nature, knowing this would inevitably be his downfall.
You are his forbidden fruit. Someone he shouldn't even be fantasizing about… and yet…
Here he is, kneeling by your side of the bed and gazing at you lovingly. If you saw him you would swear hearts were floating in his eyes with how soft his gaze was.
Over time, his infatuation grew deeper the more and more he watched you. He grew to love your cute little mannerisms. the way you’d giggle when something was amusing. The way you’d pick at your arm when you were nervous. The cute habit you had of sleeping with your arms between your legs. He could go on and on but… the fact of the matter is, he grew to love you.
Your husband knew this fact and yet, he still let Jungkook hang around as if he didn't know. As if he didn't care…
Jungkook knew from the moment your daughter introduced you that your husband didn't deserve your kind soul. He doesn’t deserve your love. Doesn’t deserve to fuck you, make love to you. He doesn’t deserve you.
The way that your husband was a cocky son of bitch when it came to you, Jungkook hated it. He hated watching that... filth put his hands on you. Hates that he’s tainting you the more you’re with him.
He sees the way you cringe away. Did it feel dirty to you as well?
He knows your husband's kisses will never compare to his but you don't know that. At least, not yet.
“So pretty,” Jungkook grins, fondly caressing the side of your face and trailing his finger toward your bottom lip. It's so plump and juicy, your lips were always admirable. Your lips were made just for him. To kiss, to suck on. God, he can think of a million and one things he can do with your mouth.
He wants a taste but that would have to wait until your husband isn't there.
He probably wouldn't be allowed in the house ever again if the two of you were caught and that's something he doesn't want to happen. So patience is everything right now.
Jungkook pulls the cover down to get a glimpse, seeing you shutter from the sudden chill. Loves that you’re laid on your stomach and he can get a full glimpse of your ass (ah, he could eat your ass all day if you’d let him). It’s cute because ironically, you have a sleeping panda on your shirt with the words ‘don’t bother me’ above it. A tiny crop top sweater you made into an off-the-shoulder shirt. It looks sexy on you.
When he glances further down, he catches a glimpse of the matching grey booty shorts that started to rise into your ass from you moving around so much. He can see the pretty lotus flower on the back of your thigh that he's come to love. The words ‘Always a lover, Never a fighter’ are printed in cursive around it. He remembers you telling him the story of how you got it. He wouldn’t admit it to you but he was thinking about getting a matching one once you finally made it official.
His mouth waters at the sight. He wants to suck, lick, and nibble every part of your succulent skin he can get his hands on. You were perfect to him. How were you this perfect??
Jungkook hates that he has to settle for your daughter, a ‘mediocre’, undeveloped version of you.
She may have some resemblance to you but she was nothing like you. Even then she looks more like him than she does you. She doesn't have your incredible breasts, your full lips, your incredibly long legs…
He could go on and on. Instead, he waits for an opening (when your husband decides to go get some water from the kitchen downstairs) to slip inside your half of the bed. He listens for when your husband is back and makes himself smaller so that he doesn't get caught.
He's so close to you. He wants to kiss you, hold you. Make you feel good. Make you feel wanted. Like the Queen you deserve to be.
From what he's heard, your husband isn't pleasuring you at all. (he's even sure that he's cheating too) but he wants you to know that he's right here. He's not going anywhere. He would never do that to you because, in his eyes, you deserve the world.
He knows he should be in the guest room you and your daughter left him. And he knows there's no excuse for this but he couldn't miss the opportunity to be next to you.
He lays on his arm, watching you sleep peacefully. You look so pretty under the moonlight, he could have kissed you right then and there if every time he moved the bed didn’t squeak.
Plus your husband is already back and settled so he makes himself look small enough so he can’t tell that he’s there in the grogginess of sleep.
Jungkook grumbles are low, annoyed because your husband decides to jerk back so you’re laying against his chest as he wraps his arm securely around your waist.
And he hates it.
“Fucking Moron.” He mouths it out since, of course, he doesn’t know if he’s fallen asleep yet or not. Ugh, if he could punch your husband in the face and get away with it, he would.
He can't right now, so he sits and waits for the man to fall back asleep but he's growing impatient. This could be his only chance to finally get to touch you like he wants and this ass hole is ruining it. It's like he knows…
After about fifteen minutes of waiting, Jungkook can tell that he's finally fallen asleep. He peels your husband’s arm away from your body and gives him a push. Enough to move him but not enough to wake him. He replaces your husband's arm with his own. He realizes he can't move as much as he would like but as long as he can move his hand and arm, he's fine.
He starts to reach into your shorts only to realize, you’re not wearing any underwear. He likes to think that you knew he was coming to bed with you and that you were preparing yourself for him. He rubs small circles into your clit, listening to you gasp at his cold touch. Your hips buck into his as if you know. But he knows you don’t know that it's him touching you like this. For all he knows, your body thinks it’s your husband.
Oh, what he would give to be able to fuck you silly. Or, make love to you. (That's better)
He never understood what people meant when they said that they were fated to meet someone until he met you.
Your husband? Didn't matter. He was merely a disposable piece of shit who didn't deserve you.
Your daughter? He could care less about her. Granted, she did bring the two of you together but to him, she was just as disposable as her father.
“Why couldn't I find you before you married him?” He sighs, forgetting that you're older. To him, it doesn't matter. “I want you so bad I can taste it…”
He picks up his pace, hearing you begin to pant out your moans. It's cute how clueless you are, unknowing of the boy who's taking advantage of you.
“So hot…” He gently presses his lips to yours. His body shivered at the feel of how soft they are.
He tugs the right side of your shirt down to expose your breast before gently taking your nipple into his mouth.
You let out a faded whimper. Your mind thinking it's your husband but in reality...
“So sweet, Noona.”
It takes you a minute to realize what's going on. Your brain muddles as you try to wake up.
It's when you are staring back at a grinning Jungkook with his wide eyes and his boyish smile that something is amiss.
You jump but he's quick to shush you with a kiss.
You try to fight him but he's so much stronger than you are.
“Jungkook!” You harshly whisper but simply shake his head.
“You wanna get caught? Be quiet... I'm not gonna hurt you. Don't be scared.”
“W-What are you doing?!” You try your best to fix your shirt and pull his hand from your shorts but he's quick to grab hold of it.
“I just wanted to lay with you.”
He can sense the panic written all over your face. The fact that your husband is literally right behind you.
“You're so beautiful.”
“Noona.” His stare makes you freeze, swallowing whatever lump in your throat. “Don't you dare move away from me...”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because it's always been you.” You frown, unsure of what he means until he gives you a peck on the lips. “We can save that talk for another time though. You were close to cumming, no?”
You can't do much without so much as alerting your husband as to what's going on. Where is your daughter? You don't know. All you know is her ‘boyfriend’ is in your bed, uninvited in your opinion.
Jungkook only hums, caressing your thigh before pulling your leg over his hip. He's loving this. You can tell.
Jungkook can see the tears welling up in your eyes. Why were you on the verge of crying? And why was it the hottest thing he's seen?
“Don't cry, baby. I just wanna take care of you...” He murmurs, placing his hand on your cheek to wipe the stray tears. “I love you. I know you love me too.”
“Wha-” The weight of his words hit you and for some reason, you feel sick to your stomach. As if you can't figure out what in the hell he's talking about.
Just looking in your eyes puts him in a trance. He wants to please you, obey everything you tell him to do. He wanted to wait. Wanted to make your first time special. Dinner, maybe a movie but… He's growing impatient the more he looks you in your tear-stained eyes.
“You make this so hard for me…” He whispers, wiping your tears away before grabbing your hand and bringing it down toward his slow hardening cock.
It's starting to strain against his sweats, begging to be let free.
“You do this to me, Noona. I can’t even fuck your daughter without thinking about being buried in you. It’s so hard to try and not scream your name while I cum.” He ruts against your hand, seeing as you haven’t moved it. You don’t even know why you haven’t either. Why were you getting turned on by this?
“Please…” You try to reason with him. Knowing this was all wrong but… You can only say no so many times and well, you haven’t been touched in so long. You don’t even remember the last time you came by your husband. He was losing his touch and well, you’ve been craving it and he’s willing to give your body what it needs.
“I can make you feel so good, Noona. I’ll be your good boy.” He whispers against your lips before pressing his lips against yours. “I’ll make you cum so good”
You realize you should have seen this coming. It was the little touches when your husband wasn’t looking. How he’d hold you by your waist, kiss your cheek (something someone wouldn’t do unless they felt something for said person), and from the way that you heard Jungkook talk about you, you knew there was some type of feelings there on his part.
Maybe it was the fact that you haven’t felt wanted, especially by your husband in a very long time that made you want to give it. Or maybe it was the fact that you had this college boy in your bed claiming that you were the one for him and that he didn’t need anyone else that had you giving in to his advances.
You should feel… something? That you would blatantly cheat on your husband while you’re lying in bed with him but right now, you feel nothing. And you don’t know if you would ever feel anything about it.
Maybe you have fallen out of love.
Here you have some willing you love you, fuck you the way you want to be. The way you need it with no questions asked. Your husband barely looks at you anymore… You've tried everything and you can't figure out why he's acting the way that he is.
“Please…Let me touch you, Noona?”
You nod and he quickly grabs your waist to pull you halfway on top of him, your right leg laid over his own as he caresses your bare skin, happy to be able to feel you.
“Touch me, baby boy.”
You're still cautious in the way you let him move you around and you can't believe you're even doing this but… You've become horny from the way that he’s been talking to you, from how he’s been touching you. You can only take so much! He's more than willing to help get you off. For a moment, you forget about the fact that this is your daughter’s boyfriend. Forget that you have a husband there and present in your bed until-
You freeze in Jungkook’s arms, almost choking out, “Y-Yeah? Yes, baby…?”
You don't hear anything after that besides his snoring as you glance at Jungkook who only shrugs. You both wait a beat, hoping to God he doesn’t reach over to figure out what the hell the two of you are getting up to.
And with a sigh of relief, he doesn’t. You feel as if you can finally breathe once you hear your husband begin snoring yet again, taking the moment to shoo Jungkook off the bed. Only he doesn’t move.
“You should go back to the guest room.” You try to move your body out of his grip but he only growls. He’s not leaving you when he was so close to having you. Nothing Is going to stand in his way. Not now.
“No.” He’s already moved to yank you forward by your legs and hold you in his arms. You chastise him, begging him to put you down but he doesn’t listen. Instead, he carries you kicking and screaming (not literally) out of the room. After a while, you realize he’s not going to let you go and you need some type of relief from his teasing earlier. And honestly, you could do without your husband’s mediocre performance.
His patience has run thin and so was yours.
He keeps your legs wrapped around his small waist as he carries you down the hall. Passing the bathroom and your daughter’s room, he stops in his tracks when he realizes she’s still awake.
Of course, she is… It’s like they’re doing everything to keep him from having you.
He can hear her move about in her room, making a mental note to give her something to help her ‘sleep’ next time.
“Jungkook…” You quietly whine but he heard you loud and clear.
“Just g-give me a second.”
You pout but he kisses it away before putting you down and holding a finger up to his lips to indicate that he needs you to be quiet. He heads inside to put your daughter to bed.
It takes all but almost ten minutes, listening to her begging him to stay. Not knowing you’re listening to literally everything that’s being said. She even begs for him to kiss her and for a moment, you feel awful. The fact that you thought about sleeping with your daughter’s boyfriend just because you were lonely… It’s pathetic. You feel pitiful.
Before you can backtrack, you hear the door click as your face to face with a sorry-looking Jungkook.
“Noona? You okay?”
“Uh yeah… I shoul-”
“No. No… Where are you going?” Jungkook panics, he’s frantic when he grabs your wrist to yank you into his chest. His very, very hard chest.
His hands roam until they’re under your butt and right there, you knew he wasn’t going to let you go. “P-Please… We were just getting started, Noona…”
His hands massage your ass as he takes your hand to tug you further down the hall and into the guest room. He’s quick to shut the door. He can’t wait to de-flower you, make love to you. Make you scream his name… Well, as much as he can since you have to keep quiet.
Jungkook picks you up and gently lays you on the bed, hands grabbing and caressing everywhere he can get them. Your thighs are a gift from the gods, he wouldn't mind you crushing him with them and your legs… He just wants to see them wrapped gracefully around his waist.
He's already pulled your shorts down your legs, climbing between them with a groan. He can’t wait to taste you but that will have to wait for another time.
Though... He wastes no time as his brain turns to mush at the thought of finally having the woman of his dreams on her back and spread open like a full-course meal.
“Noona…” He whines the moment he sinks into your warmth, nails digging into the bed as your walls tighten around his cock. God, why are you so damn tight? “So sweet. So perfect for me.”
You whimper the moment he bottoms out, biting against your finger to silence your moans. He holds on to you for dear life, gazing at how incredibly sexy you are taking all of him. He doesn’t know if he’s bigger than your husband but from the way you’re trying not to make noise, he knows you’re feeling something.
“Fuck me...” Jungkook curses the moment you run your fingers through his hair. His eyes meet yours and you can see the lust swirling in them, knowing that this gaze was for you. He wanted you. “If I’d known you'd feel this amazing I would have fucked you sooner. So fucking hot.”
“We don't have much time...” You glance at the door, worried either your daughter or husband might step through it at any second. You rather not be caught in a compromising position with Jungkook.
There would be no way to lie your way out of it.
“Let me savor this…” He complains but you know you don't have time for that. Instead, you roll your hips back into his as he clutches the sheets by your head to ground himself. He wasn’t ready for you to take charge. He can’t deny that he likes it though. In the end, he subconsciously goes with the rhythm.
It’s not long until he's pounding into your cunt in an almost unnatural state.
“S-Slow down, Jungkookie…” He whines his distaste but from the way your nose is scrunched, he knows you’re not feeling as good as he knows he can make you feel. You look as if you were in more pain than pleasure.
We can't have that, now can we?
Jungkook reaches down to play with the hood of your pussy, seeing you squirm in his hold and moaning his name is one of the sexiest things he’s seen. One of these times he’ll have to capture that for later.
“‘M so close…”
“Does it feel good?” He’s nervous to ask because well, he doesn't want to disappoint on his first time and he wants you to come back. Hopefully, it will make you leave… him.
“So good, baby. Fucking good...” He whines, pressing his lips to your neck as he continues to fuck you harder.
If anyone were to walk by, they would know that Jungkook was doing something he shouldn’t be doing. They wouldn’t know that it was with you but wouldn’t that would be the surprise of the century.
“Y-Yes…” Jungkook whimpers, his hips grow sloppier as time goes on and for the life of him, he can’t hold on much longer.
“You’re so big, baby boy.” Jungkook’s hips stutter at the praise and only take you seconds to realize the power that nickname holds over him. “So cute.” You hold his gaze, finger underneath his chin, and for the life of him… He doesn’t know when the power dynamic changed but he can’t say he doesn’t like it. He fucking loves it. It’s so different from the sex that he has with your daughter but…it doesn’t change how he feels. If anything, it enhances it.
“That’s it, baby.” You chuckle, your walls giving him a soft squeeze. He whines at the feeling, begging you to let him cum as he grips the sheets next to your head. His eyes closed, panting in an almost feverish way. “Tell me… How long have you've been wanting me?”
“Since she first introduced me to you. Your husband doesn't deserve you, Noona.” Jungkook whines.
You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.
He won’t be able to hold on much longer.
“I-I’m gonna cum,” He whines, leans in just to mouth at your neck, and massage your belly.
He wants to knock you up so bad but… He knows he can’t, not until your stupid husband is out of the picture. Hell, he doesn't know if he’ll get the chance to fuck you again.
“Cum sweetheart,” You grip Jungkook’s chin to stare him right in the eyes as he does and it's one of the hottest things you've ever done.
It's the lustful fire that takes over your eyes, the way you squeeze his cock, whisper the dirtiest shit he’s ever heard into his ear with that low, seductive voice of yours. You don't even have to try, honestly.
“N-No… I wanna make you cum first. Please!” He’s panting against your neck as he tries to hold on for much longer.
“You think you deserve to make me cum?”
Jungkook whines at this and you know you're playing a very dangerous game right now.
You chuckle, rubbing your thumb against his bottom lip as he takes the opportunity to suck on it. You find it incredibly hot.
“Ride me? I can make you cum faster! I ju-”
You love how much he's blushing now, just from asking, allowing him to flip you over so you're on top of him.
The view is nothing short of incredible and Jungkook feels like he's going to cum just from looking at your body, the way your pussy molds to his cock, and the way it sucks him right in.
He holds his hand out to intertwine with yours and when you accept it, it makes him feel like he's on cloud nine. Making love to you instead of a quick fuck that he just so happened to initiate.
You sink back onto his cock with a purpose. You want to cum on a cock since your husband is too busy to give you his and so, you move your hips with a newfound purpose.
You shake your head and place your index finger over his mouth to indicate to him to be quiet since you heard footsteps. You lean over to get close to his ears, “Did you lock the door?”
“I-I don't remember? I'm sorry!” You can't take his puppy pout as you try to climb off his lap. You shush him, shaking your head.
“Wait…” You whisper but all he does is whine. You would find it adorable how needy he is but right now you don't want to get caught. You listen for the footsteps you know you heard until you hear a knock at the door before the doorknob jiggles.
“Kookie…?” You hear your daughter call out as both of you stiffen in each other's embrace.
Jungkook’s about to answer but you’re quick to place a hand over his move and shake your head.
‘She can’t know…’ You mouth to him as his eyes widen. He’s quick to understand, for which you’re thankful.
“Kook, Are you awake?”
You can't help but love how desperate he is. God, he wants you so bad.
“If you can stay quiet, I'll let you cum.” You whisper in his ear and he’s quick to nod, feeling you begin to swivel your hips to help yourself get off too.
Jungkook holds you by your waist, nails digging into your bare skin. Your pussy is so warm, wet. His cock fits perfectly inside and he doesn't want to ever move.
He hears you snap your fingers, “Focus.” It’s barely above a whisper.
You begin rolling your hips again, setting the pace for him to hurry to get the both of you off. He even helps by licking his finger and playing with your clit.
You don't know if your daughter is still standing outside, waiting to hear a sign that her boyfriend is awake but that doesn't stop you from continuing on.
“You're so good for Noona, baby. You’re doing so well. Feels so good.”
“I’m about to cum... “ He warns, biting into his bottom lip.
All it takes is more praise, a weak clench of your walls, and a hand full of breasts to get him to cum.
Jungkook groans, “I didn't mean to! You just- fuck… I'm sorry.”
“It's fine. I guess,” You sigh, climbing off of him only for him to try and stop you.
“You haven't cum, Noona…”
“It’s okay... I need to go back before they get suspicious.” Jungkook frowns. He doesn't want you to go. He wants to be able to cuddle you and kiss you without having to hide it.
“Please Noona? Let me finish you off. I promise I can. I ju-”
“Get some sleep.” It’s the last thing you say before you get dressed and out the door.
He sighs, falling back against the bed with his dick still out and spent. Annoyed that he couldn’t last as long as you needed him to.
“Fuck!” He slams his fist down against the bed but… He can’t stop thinking about fucking amazing you felt wrapped around his cock. ”I knew you were perfect, Noona.” He sighs dreamily, finally getting up to fix himself. He doesn’t bother wiping off his dick of your essence, wanting to feel you while he sleeps.
No matter what it takes… He’s going to make you his.
a/n » Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think and if you want more! It helps us writers keep going, ya know? I love to hear what you think <3
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Can I ask if you could do a head canon about which JJK Men would be the big spoon/little spoon while cuddling? (I hope this is the right place for requests)
megumi, toji, nanami, & yuta:
THE BIG SPOONS. these men just love the feeling of holding you against their body and making sure you feel safe and sound whenever you're with them.
would most likely play with your hair while they listen to you talk about anything and everything.
would caress your back or the outline of your arm. apart from holding you, they would love the idea of touching you every once in a while.
these men would most likely have a hard time falling asleep on a normal day. but when they have you snuggling against their chest, it knocks them right out.
would not admit out loud but cuddling with you calms them down so much. the feeling of holding you in their arms makes them feel like they can protect you from any dangers lurking around. these men love the sense of reassurance that they get knowing you're here with them and nothing bad is happening to you.
would hold you tighter if they feel you slipping away from them. even if it's just you going to the bathroom.
would also not admit out loud but they actually secretly scheduled your cuddle sessions on his phone. if you miss just ONE cuddle session, they would be a tad bit grumpy and grumble about it afterwards until you cuddle with them.
they may be the big spoon, but they're the BIGGEST BABY.
itadori, inumaki, choso, & naoya:
THE LITTLE SPOONS. these men love to bask in every attention that you give them and they're greedy about it. they love the feeling of your arms wrapped around them. it makes them feel as if you're the only ones that exist in this world.
would nuzzle their face against your chest or the crook of your neck. again, they're greedy when it comes to getting your attention. so this means that they're also greedy about YOU. they want to close up any possible distance that's getting between the both of you.
would give occassional kisses on your neck. just a silent reminder that they love you. this especially works on those who aren't as verbally expressive with their feelings mainly inumaki and naoya. they prefer to let their actions do the talking.
would tangle up their legs with yours and would most likely rub their feet against yours.
would probably have cold feet which is why they do that.
unlike the big spoons, they are the ones who are a bit more vocal in saying they want cuddles. the little spoons would actually be the ones to initiate your cuddle sessions. especially if either of you had a rough day.
VERY TOUCH STARVED. they never realized how touch starved they truly were until they met you. it's quite cheesy but your touch fuels them up and makes them feel so much better.
would literally WHINE if they ever feel you pulling away from them.
they secretly DEMAND forehead kisses.
+ BONUS— geto & gojo (slight nsfw):
THE SPORKS. meaning, it all depends on their mood whether they want to be the big spoon or the little spoon. these two are ATTENTION WHORES and would most likely demand longer cuddle sessions with you.
they would definitely try to make a simple cuddle session into cuddle fucking bc they're menaces to society.
if you aren't in the mood to have sex, they would get dramatic but will get over it. however, they might try to have tickle fights as retaliation.
if they're the big spoon, they would let you lie your head on their chest. they like the idea of having you listen to their heartbeat. and if they're the little spoon, they like to do the same with you.
if they had a rough day, they would be the little spoon. as chaotic as these two can be, they rarely open up about their feelings and instead, they bottle it up. so to cheer them up, you would hold them in your arms, press their head against your chest and just make them feel that despite everything, you're still with them.
if they're the big spoon, however, they like to kiss you every once in a while. maybe make-out with you as well. they like the feeling of needing to protect you and how delicate you are when they hold you in their arms.
if you fall asleep first, they like to take pictures of you sleeping while you two are snuggled up in bed.
would most likely send said picture to a groupchat and brag about how you give such great cuddles.
since they love to hold you so much, these two idiots would probably try to hold their piss just so they wouldn't have to pull away from you and get up from the bed.
would also probably convince you to have matching socks with them.
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sukuna letting you paint his nails black, all shirtless, showing the tattoos and offering you his big hands while he looks curious the way you spread nail polish on his nails. "brat, this isn't that cool." he'll say, but once the polish is dry, nails shining with that color, he'll offer you his next pair of hands. you'll laugh, taking them, and he'll just click his tongue.
"i don't want to look dumb with half my hands painted and half without, but u don't like it."
but secretly he's loving the sweet touch of your hands and the softness you use to paint his nails. he could get used to this. it's not surprising to find him asking you to paint his nails again, when the nail polish is gone, sneaky kisses on your neck. "would you paint them again for me?"
"i thought you didn't like it." you giggle. he bites softly.
"c'mon, take the paint again and come here"
also wants you to wear black polish so the two of you are combined. he's secretly screaming and loving it so hard
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mate | jjk drabble series masterlist
☽ pairing: alpha!jungkook x omega!reader
☽ rating: 18+
☽ genre + warnings: smut, angst, fluff | fantasy au, a/b/o dynamics, s2l au, mentions of omegas near extinction, mentions of omega trafficking/smuggling, mate mark, explicit sexual content, some violence, mentions of blood
☽ summary: from the moment your eyes met his in the forest, jungkook felt it in his soul that you were his mate, that he was meant to protect you from anything no matter the cost. you’d been through hell to escape a place that treated you horribly since your childhood, and when you found yourself in an unfamiliar place with a stranger, it was odd how calm you felt in his presence. something inside you told you to trust him.
—note: each drabble will have individual warnings
⇢ drabble one - preface
⇢ drabble two - don’t look back
⇢ drabble three - no longer alone
⇢ drabble four
⇢ drabble five
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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩
NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!
🌸Word count: 4.6K
🌸AU: Nanami as OC’s boyfriend’s hot dad
🌸CW: unprotected sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink
“Yuji,” I whisper, shaking him a little. I think he might have responded to me in his dreams, but in reality, all I hear is a moan. I sigh, glancing at the digital clock by his bedside table.
It is only midnight, and tomorrow is a Saturday. Yuji is a sweet boy, but he has so much energy every time he is out that when he gets to unwind, he totally knocks out in a span of a few minutes.
I definitely cannot sleep so soon, and I don’t want to wake him up, knowing he probably had a tiring day of extroverting today. So I sneak out of the room into a dark apartment, tiptoeing stealthily to the living room where I turn on the TV. I lower the volume to the bare minimum, just enough for me to hear, and settle comfortably on the couch.
It’s about 20 minutes later when I hear a low rumble of my boyfriend’s name. I jump in shock, whipping my head around to land my wide eyes on the tall, well-built man hovering behind the sofa.
Yuji’s father is a very strict and stern man who barely has any facial expression. He has a head of blonde hair which is normally combed back in a neat part every time he comes home, but right now, at 12:30 in the morning, his hair is worn down, all fluffy and just slightly messy. I’ve never seen him in anything apart from his usual work attire, which consists of a neat, crease-free beige suit over a blue dress shirt, sometimes worn with a spotted tie. Well, apart from the fact that I have only stayed over three times so far, I hardly ever leave Yuji’s room without him, and Mr. Nanami never exits his nest once he enters.
“Oh, sorry, I thought you were Yuji.”
I have only ever spoken to him once, and all the other times I have seen him, a nod is all that I get. So hearing him speak, especially so late at night when he is probably about to sleep, makes me realise just how low his voice actually is, like it is warming me up from the core of my stomach.
“He’s sleeping,” I tell him softly. “Did I wake you up with the volume? I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head, pauses for a moment, just staring at the brightly lit screen, and moves to sit on the lone couch at the corner closer to me. I watch him in fascination, amazed that he actually watches TV like a normal human. From what I’ve heard from Yuji, I know that he is also just as stoic with his son as he is with anyone else.
“Do you want to watch the TV, Mr. Nanami?” I wonder, already reaching forward to pick up the remote control to pass it to him.
He shakes his head. “Just Nanami, please.”
It’s awkward. And I think he knows it, judging from my silence. He glances over at me fidgeting a little, averting my gaze from him to the TV screen. He rests his arms on the armrests and leans back on the couch.
“You don’t hear Yuji calling me Mr. Nanami.”
I dart my eyes over to him, wondering if he’s actually teasing me. Does a stern man like him actually tease? And how does he know Yuji calls him by his last name when he isn’t around?
The older man is watching the TV, but when he notices my peeking, he turns his head to face me with a slightly quirked brow. “Not that I would let him call me by my last name if I hear him.”
“And I can?” I ask, almost in awe, and maybe, with just a teeny tiny bit of flirting.
He stares at me, his beady, sharp eyes penetrating through my own innocent, slightly timid gaze. Tilting his head, he lifts his hand and rests his sharp chin on his palm, his last two fingers curled, the first three resting on his cheek. In the dark, with the vividness of the light from the television bouncing off the side of his face, presenting his lazy-lidded eyes as he watches me. I wonder if it’s just a trick of the eye but I notice a small upward lift of the corner of his lips.
“Just don’t let Yuji hear you. Wouldn’t want a brat holding so much power in their hand, would we?”
It’s a week later that I get to stay over at Yuji’s again, and this time, again, he falls asleep while I am gossiping to him about a coursemate in uni. I don’t get how he does this so easily when I actually take half an hour of tossing and turning before I actually feel mildly sleepy. Glancing at the time, I see that it is already one in the morning. I sigh and give him a pass. It is quite late already.
In the past few times I’ve stayed over, I realised that he sleep-talks more if he hears noises or voices while he’s unconscious — something I learnt when I watched videos or dramas before going to bed while he was already asleep. I don’t want to be awoken by his mumbling, so I leave the room to induce sleep outside in the living room by watching something on the TV.
This time, I hear a door clicking open just as I pick up the remote control. I turn my head, wondering if Yuji has actually noticed my absence. But the silhouette is taller, the width of their shoulders wider and broader, and I know that it isn’t my boyfriend. The black shadow approaches as an anonymous entity until the moonlight streaming in from the window hits the side of their profile. I already know that it has to be Yuji’s dad, but I still stop breathing when I see him, as though I’d just been caught doing something I shouldn’t.
I stay gaping up at him, speechless at how tight his white shirt is hugging his chest and biceps. His angled brow raises at my silence. He comes closer until he is standing behind me with just the couch between us. I have to tilt my head back even more to actually look at his face.
My voice is breathy and quiet, completely unintentional, but I end up sounding like I am flirting with the older man. “He’s sleeping.”
“Why aren’t you sleeping, then?”
I blink rapidly when he reaches out to pick a lint from my hair. I look away quickly in embarrassment, only to end up staring at his crotch in front of my face. He’s wearing a pair of boxers. I’m glad that it’s late and the lights are off, or he would see how red my face has gotten.
I flick my gaze up to his face again, compelled by his firm prodding. “Can’t sleep,” I answer in a whisper. He hums, still staring at me with those sharp eyes that makes me just a little nervous. But it is too quiet, so I ask in a small voice, “Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“Hmm. No.” He inhales a deep breath and releases a low, guttural hum. Making up his mind to sit with me, he rounds the couch and sits next to me on the same couch this time. We sit in silence for almost a whole minute until he asks, “Has Yuji been treating you well?”
I smile a little and nod. “Yeah. He’s a sweet boy. You brought him up well, Nanami.”
At the sound of his name, the older man finally turns to face me. He stares at me for a long moment before he hums, a corner of his lips lifting just a little. “Shame if he doesn’t know how to appreciate a beautiful girl when he sees one,” he mutters, so quiet and so husky is his voice that I could honestly pretend not to have heard it.
But my heart is racing and I am just a little excited. Is this man, that even Yuji’s best friend (who acts like he is some unwavering punk) is afraid of, actually flirting with me?
He is my boyfriend’s father for God’s sake. It should be wrong and disgusting, I know. But I think there must be some kind of problem with me when I feel my heartbeat rate rising and my cheeks heating up.
“He’s been treating you well?”
I nod my head. “He takes care of me! I’ve actually gained two kilos since dating him.” I glance at the man, only to see him running his eyes down my body. I gasp softly and reach out to push his arm without thinking. “Namami!” I hiss, embarrassed.
He flickers his eyes up to meet mine. His chuckle is quiet, hoarse, and heart-fluttering. He sighs and stands. Patting the top of my head lightly, he wishes, “Good night, Darling.”
The next time I am sitting outside with Nanami, I don’t even have to leave Yuji’s room for him to leave his own bedroom. When I pad out into the hallway, I already notice the lamp by the sofa turned on, and a man with blonde hair sitting next to it. The closer I get, I realise that he is reading a book. He looks up at me when he senses my presence. His usually stoic expression softens slightly.
Already feeling quite comfortable with him already, without even waiting for any small talk conversations to start, I plop on the couch next to him and whine, “I have a huge presentation tomorrow.”
Nanami stares at me frowning at him. “And you’re nervous?” I bob my head. “Can’t sleep?” I nod again. He hums, glancing down at his book, then up to the ceiling. It takes him a while to react to my wordless response, but when he does, he nods at a pillow next to me. “Take that thing.” I pick it up unsurely, and he nods his head encouragingly. He lifts his arms slightly. “Put it here.” My eyes are probably bulging as I stare at him. He lifts an eyebrow to hasten me. “Come on.”
“I used to read Yuji to sleep.”
Thinking the innocent gesture over in my head, I decide that this is nothing but a kind action. So I take the pillow, very carefully and uncertainly place it on Nanami’s lap, and recline to lay my head on it. I stare up at the man, who rests an arm on the back of the couch so just one hand is choosing his book open. He lifts his palm up, almost like in surrender.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
I blush. I’m sure he can see the redness growing on my cheeks, so I quickly shut my eyes. It takes a while, but Nanami finally starts reading his book out loud. It is the world’s most boring book about how to make use of every minute and every second of your time efficiently and productively. Within a few minutes of the monotonous rumble of his voice, I start to doze off. And when he sees my eyes fluttering close and my body turning to hide my face in his stomach, I feel his big, rough hand on my hair, combing through my locks.
I wake up on Yuji’s bed the next day, well rested and refreshed. Even my presentation goes so well that although I am not supposed to go to Yuji’s tonight, I still want to stay over, if only to thank his father for doing his magic and helping me with my nerves.
What I do not expect is to fall asleep while waiting for him outside in the living room after Yuji had gone to bed. And my boyfriend even went to bed relatively late tonight. Nanami is working OT today, and he only comes home at three in the morning. I probably wouldn’t know, if not for his finger trailing a soft, ticklish touch along my jaw.
I flutter my eyes open and see Nanami hovering over me, still standing in his blue dress shirt, sleeves folded up to his elbow. The moment he sees that I have my eyes open, he trickles the tip of his finger up my chin and along the line of my bottom lip, his dark eyes glued to mine.
“Waiting up for me?” he murmurs quietly, as if he doesn’t want to wake me up even more than I already am.
I swallow and shut my eyes again, relishing in his touch as I bob my head. “Wanted to thank you for last night…”
He doesn’t say anything for a while. Then his finger lifts from my skin and I briefly hear him putting down his things. “I assume your presentation went well.” His voice is so much closer to me now.
“Mmhmm,” I hum sleepily. I let out a long moan when I feel a warm breath and a moist sensation on the underside of my jaw. I know who is giving me this treatment, but I do not wish to stop him, and neither do I want to open my eyes and see how real this whole situation is.
His breathing is shaky and slow, like he has the same desires and uncertainties as I do. But he doesn’t stop as he continues giving me wet, suction kisses down the side of my neck. My lips part to let out a long, quiet moan. Taking that opportunity to kiss me, Nanami covers my mouth with his, kissing me slowly but sloppily. The sleepy haze is definitely cleared by now as I moan into my boyfriend’s dad’s lips. I feel his rough hand resting on my waist, stroking me sensually, pushing the hem of my shirt up with every rub. I can feel his warm, calloused palm caressing my hip, his fingers squeezing and kneading my flesh. He takes off his sunglasses and puts them on the table.
I cannot help the gasp that escapes my lips when he slides his hand into my shorts, under my panties. He cups my ass, my flesh fitting in his big hand just nice. Nanami gives my kitten licks on my swollen lips as he pushes my shorts and panties down, exposing my bottom. He pulls his head back a little and retracts his hand from my body. The loss of contact makes me finally pry my lids open to stare up at the heavy-lidded man. He stares down at me, his lips glistening in the moonlight, his chest heaving slightly.
“Has Yuji done anything with you?”
I know what he means by the vague question. I swallow and shake my head. The furthest we have ever gone is making out before Yuji stops himself before he does anything that might lead to my defilement. Like I said, Yuji is a sweet boy.
“And you’re not going to stop your boyfriend’s daddy from going any further?” He quirks an amused yet stern eyebrow. I gulp as I shake my head. I catch a flash of a smirk on his face before I let out a short yelp at his big hand landing a slap on my ass. “Shh, naughty baby. You don’t want your boyfriend to catch his father ruining his pretty little girlfriend for him, do you?” he whispers in a low growl, his hands back at kneading my ass cheek.
I shake my head obediently, immediately shutting my mouth. Nanami stretches his body until his face is at my ass. He drops a wet kiss on the slope of my cheek before taking in a mouthful of my flesh. My breath hitches and my hips reflexively lifts so the tip of his nose pokes my ass. The man flicks his tongue over my skin before tearing himself away from my bottom.
I watch him stand and fumble with his belt, the entire time just staring down at me as he towers over me. It makes me feel so small, so submissive. It only makes me drop my eyes to his veiny hands where he has already undone his belt and is unzipping his slacks. He palms himself over his white boxer briefs and I clearly see a twitch of the monstrosity behind his underwear. The clenching between my legs is instinctive when he finally pulls down the band of his briefs to free the upward-curving erection, so thick in girth and swollen that I could see the veins throbbing if I stayed still enough.
I am breathing very hard, my chest thumping with a racing cardiac muscle that is either excited or nervous, or maybe even both. Nanami drops himself on the couch next to my feet. He twists his body, his calloused hands gentle as he pulls down on my shorts. I lift my hips slightly, allowing him to drag my shorts with my panties down my legs and leave them on the floor. Now that we’re both exposed, he positions my legs so that I am still laying on my side, but I have a leg resting on his shoulder and the other just hanging off the couch. He is between my legs, just hovering over me. I can sense his rod prodding me on my inner thighs.
“We have to be quiet,” he warns me quietly, his face equally as stern as he always looks. “Even though Yuji is a heavy sleeper, I don’t think it would be nice for him to catch us doing this.”
I shake my head in agreement. “Why can’t we do this in your room, Nanami?” I whisper.
This time, his face changes and I see just a hint of excitement in his countenance. “Because it’s dangerous.” His grip on my thigh is tight, his fingers leaving imprints on my flesh, as he comes closer until this time, I feel his hard tip bouncing on my wet lips. I lick my lips and wiggle a little uncomfortably. He slaps the side of my leg. “Stay still.” I whimper to let him know that the smack stings, but I listen well to his order. He hums. “You have to learn how to stay still, little girl. I don’t want to wake Yuji up the next time I fuck you on his bed while he is sleeping next to you.”
I am speechless. No matter how heavy a sleeper Yuji is, surely he wouldn’t be able to sleep through his father fucking his girlfriend next to him on the bed. Nanami must see the horror on my face because he actually lets out a short, quiet chuckle.
“It hasn’t happened yet, sweetheart,” he has to remind me. I blink, Realising he is right. He spits into his hand and as I watch him take hold of his erection, he murmurs, “But it will, and when it happens, you’re going to be a good girl for me and learn how to stay still, won’t you?” He shuffles closer and slaps his meat on my wet lips. It only makes me squirm again, so Nanami clicks his tongue and actually slaps my pussy with his fingers. I gasp. He looks serious as he chastises, “What did I tell you?”
“Sorry,” I breathe and immediately stop moving.
I hesitate. “I’m sorry, Nanami… sir?” He hums, looking quite content by the salutation, but he still shakes his head. “Nanami… Daddy?” I whisper the last word, too embarrassed to say it out loud.
He hums, looking quite pleased. “If your boyfriend calls me ‘daddy’ then you will have to too, don’t you think?”
Nanami holds onto my thigh and scoots impossibly closer until his hard meat is no longer bouncing and grazing my slit. Instead, his tip is pressed up against my warmth, just threatening to slip between my folds and penetrate me. I have to hold my breath. Sliding his hand down my thigh and to my throbbing cunt, he spreads my folds with his fingers, just appreciating how it glistens in the moonlight, excited and impatient to have the older man in me. With his other hand, he takes hold of his cock, rubbing and sliding his tip up and down my slit, spreading my wetness all over. I cannot help but moan and whine, my hips wiggling to wordlessly beg him to put it in me already.
Nanami glances up at me, amused. He keeps his eyes on my countenance, watching my expression as he slowly inserts himself into me. My back arches and I open my mouth in a silent scream, feeling so stretched out and full with just his tip inside of me. Just when I thought this pleasurable pain will continue, Nanami pulls out of me and leaves me empty again. I snap my eyes open to look at him, disoriented and confused. He smirks.
“Good things don’t come so easy, little girl.”
“P-Please, Nanami!” I whine, getting up on my elbows.
“What? What do you want me to do?”
“Please!” I plead breathlessly and impatiently. “I want your cock in me, please.”
“Begging to have your boyfriend’s father’s cock inside of you? Aren’t you a dirty little girl?” He clicks his tongue. All I see is his devious smirk before my eyes roll to the back of my head as he enters me, slowly. “A dirty little girl who enjoys a big, fat cock, aren’t you? Even if the man fucking you is twice your age?”
I cannot help but let out the long, lewd moan that I have been suppressing inside of me when Nanami bottoms out inside of me, making me feel so full and tight that I am almost seeing stars.
“Fuck,” the man curses under his breath.
I dare to open my eyes and I see him with his jaw slack, his own eyes shut as he relishes in the feeling of my tight, wet pussy. I feel something funny in my chest when he pries his lids open and stares down at me with a lazy gaze. With a hand on my leg, guiding it to hang off the back of the couch, Nanami leans down so that he is hovering over me, his shoulders so broad that I feel extremely small below him. I hold my breath when he presses his cheek to mine so that his lips are by my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby. Better keep that pretty mouth of yours shut. Hmm?”
I cannot find it in me to say anything, so I bob my head in reply. He hums. I moan in surprise when he takes my lips in his again, giving me short, sensual kisses that have my walls clenching and unclenching. He pulls away and clicks his tongue.
“Needy little baby,” he mutters. It should embarrass me, but instead it makes me smile up at him.
Nanami quirks his lips and, without a warning, starts thrusting in and out of me, going so fast and so hard that I am mewling, trying my hardest not to make any sound loud enough to wake my sleeping boyfriend. Even his father is quiet, safe for the occasional grunts and his loud breathing as he exerts much of his energy into fucking. He rams deep into me and stays there, just staring at my dazed and pleasured expression. He reclines and brushes his now messy blonde hair back. He is panting a little as he looks down at me like I am a tiny thing below him.
He watches me closely, catching every little change in my expression, as he pulls out a little and slams into me again. He takes pride in the way he makes the whites of my eyes appear, the way my little mouth is parted in silent moans and screams, the way I am sucking him so tight in fear of losing this fullness completely.
I hear a spitting noise. When I open my eyes, Nanami already has his saliva collected on his fingers. I watch him bring his hand down to my clit. He starts off slow, just moving his hips at a rhythm so gentle that I am whining quietly, moving my hips to create more friction.
“Faster, please,” I whisper desperately. Nanami hums. I gasp at the sudden contact of his wet fingers slapping my clit. He tortures me still, and that only makes me sit up a little and grab at his shirt. “Please, Daddy. Faster,” I whine.
He clicks his tongue again like a reprimanding father. But he listens anyway, taking my wrist away from his shirt as he moves to bend over me. “Not sure my son can satisfy such a needy little girl,” he grunts as he pounds into me again, hard and fast, just building up that tightness in my core.
I mewl softly. “Then you can help him with that,” I pant into his ear.
Nanami doesn’t say anything else, but when he leans back and starts to really smash his cock deep inside me, I know that he is equally turned on by the fact that he is fucking his son’s girlfriend. His hand that is on my clit begins to move again, his digits massaging my swollen pearl easily because of how wet I am.
No other words are exchanged between us. Not that we could speak anyway. With the way the tip of his cock kisses my cervix each time he ruts into me, I am already fluttering around him. And the grunts that Nanami is letting out are forced, telling me that he is close too. But his focus is on me as he pushes my shirt up and grabs a handful of my breast roughly. He toys with my flesh, his both hands occupied in pleasuring me. My body moves on its own as I arch my back, pushing myself further to take him in even more each time he enters.
Nanami knows that I am close as he speeds up his pace. The tension in my core keeps building and building that when my orgasm finally hits, I am a mess as my entire body trembles, my thighs trying to close around the big man between them, my lips parted to release small tiny whines and moans that Nanami has to cover up by slapping his palm over my mouth. He continues to pump his thick shaft into my tight hole, chasing after his own orgasm that finds him in just a few thrusts later, accompanied with a long, satisfied groan that is born from the back of his throat. I can feel his warm cum filling me up, ropes of white painting my walls, shooting into my womb. The thought of my boyfriend’s dad emptying his seeds into me makes me quiver around him again, my body receiving a wave of a mini orgasm.
As I calm down again, I hear Nanami’s low, breathless chuckle. I flutter my eyes and look up at him, noticing his sharp eyes on my fucked out expression, enjoying the sight that he is seeing. His lips lift into a small smile as he pulls out, the emptiness in my core only makes me whine softly. My walls clench around nothing, slowly pushing out the white substance that has been pumped into me.
Nanami notices me struggling to get up, so he holds firmly on my biceps and helps me up. Then he hands me my shorts and panties. I feel a pair of soft lips on my forehead as I wear them, which only makes me look up at the man. His gaze is gentle and adoring, and his murmur is low and inviting as he says,
“Let me read you to sleep.”
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-on the tracks
Kinktober Day 1
Agoraphilia - sex in public places
pairing: Gojo x fem!reader
warnings: public sex, cockwarming, unprotected sex, fingering
synopsis: You look too cute, and Gojo just can’t wait till you get
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The train was crammed full, the dull chatter of passengers filling the stale air. Gojo was pressed up against your back, one hand hanging loosely from the bar above you, the other gripping your waist to keep you steady against the sway of the car. You were situated in a back corner, somewhat shielded by a larger man in front of you.
“You look delectable today, darling,” he murmured into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I could just eat you up.”
With an exasperated sigh, you leaned your head back against his collarbone. “’Toru, you’re so cheesy.” You couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your lips though. This kind of line was nothing new, but they always did make your stomach flutter.
“Cheese would pair delightfully with the meal I’d like to have,” he chuckled, lips pressing against the skin behind your ear. Your breath hitched at the contact, your mind going fuzzy as you let your eyes drift shut. “How about a little taste of the main course right now?”
Suddenly, his hand was no longer on your waist, but rather his fingertips were trailing up the inside of your thigh beneath your short skirt. They came to a rest at your panties, tracing over your core as you grew wet beneath them. You clutched your large bag tighter, knowing it was the only thing blocking everyone’s view of the lechery that was happening right now.
“Oh, darling,” Gojo cooed, “So wet for me already? I’ve only just begun…” He slowly pushed the fabric to the side, his skin finally making contact with your own. He sank his middle finger into your folds, his advances aided by the slick already collecting there. Over and over, the digit ran across and circled your clit, sending shockwaves through your body that you tried to control as you tensed against him.
“S-Satoru-” you hissed, your toes clenching in your shoes as he sped up steadily.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered directly into your ear, breath hot against your skin. His finger moved farther back, dipping into your entrance as the train slowed to a stop. People shuffled around you, some exiting while others readjusted.
Gojo swiftly guided you to an open seat, pulling you down into his lap where you found his hard member waiting for you. When did he even take that out? You thought to yourself dully. It pressed hard into your backside, and he chuckled lowly in your ear. He repositioned himself so it lay against your pussy, and you moved your hips slightly, coating it in your essence as you knew what was coming for you.
“Stand up a bit for me, doll,” he commanded, and you obeyed, feeling him align beneath you as you readjusted your bag in front of your knees so those across from you couldn’t see what was happening between your legs. “Alright, nice and slow,” he prompted, tugging your hips down with one hand as the other held himself in place.
With a slight wince, you felt the head pop into you before sinking down the rest of the way. He filled you as no other man had before, long and with just the right girth. His dick was truly a sight to behold.
“Now stay just like that till our stop.” Gojo’s voice was stern in your ear as his hand slunk back between your legs.
“A-at least let me put my jacket on my lap?” Your voice came out as a soft, hoarse plea as you tried not to writhe atop him.
“And deprive everyone the opportunity to watch the show?” He gasped dramatically. “The jacket stays on, pretty girl.”
Your face was burning with embarrassment as his fingers danced over that little spot that filled your body with need. His other hand gripped your hip with a near bruising force as a reminder to stay still. You leaned your head against his, eyes shutting as your legs twitched noticeably.
“Come on, sweetheart, you can do it,” he murmured encouragingly, adding more pressure to your clit. “Just- ngh- stay still for me-” He couldn’t hold back a groan as you pulsated around him, clenching, and releasing as you neared your climax.
“I’m so- so hot,” you whined softly in his ear. At this point, you couldn’t care less about the people around you. Your desire had completely overcome all your senses, and you were giving in.
“God, you’re so tight,” Gojo hissed, unable to keep from rocking into you slightly. The little bit of movement had you biting back a cry as you moved one hand from the bag handle to grab onto the fabric of his pants. He kept up the motion, keeping it as minuscule as possible. But you were pretty sure the people around you knew what you were doing by this point. But did you care?
“S-so close, ‘Toru,” you whispered heatedly. He gave a soft grunt of acknowledgment and pressed even harder against your bundle of nerves, even going so far as to take it between two fingers and roll it between them.
“Come for me, pretty baby,” he growled directly into your ear. And that was all it took for you to come undone atop him. The tension snapped and you went limp in his lap as he let you ride out your high before reaching his own. Thick ropes of hot release filled you up as the two of you sit there panting lightly, just as the train slowed at your stop.
Gojo slid out of you, quickly tugging your panties back in place as he did. He tapped your ass to get up, and followed close behind, using you as a shield to tuck himself back into his pants before following you out of the train.
Wrapping his arm around your waist, he leaned down once more. “Make sure you hold that in till we get home, got it? I don’t want to have to put even more in there as a punishment.”
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Nanami Kento x fem reader
plot: when the thunderstorm wakes you up, Nanami knows exactly what his s/o needs to fall back asleep
contains some late-night kitchen action (¬‿¬ )
nsfw warning ⚠️
(unedited again - please bear with me (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡)
Heavy rain wakes you from your deep slumber.
Three nights in a row, you think to yourself.
The thunderstorm has a way of waking you up every night. Nanami on the other hand couldn't be bothered, he is sleeping so peacefully next to you that you catch yourself getting jealous of that man's good night sleep. His right arm is religiously grabbing onto your stomach while the other one lies beneath your neck.
Making sure that you don't wake him, you rise silently and walk straight to the kitchen to brew yourself a hot cup of tea. As you sit comfortably on the chair, rain pouring outside, you press the cup to your cheek, soaking in its warmth.
But it's his arms suddenly wrapping tight around your waist from behind, that actually have the power to make your body heat shoot up.
“Uneasy because of the storm?”, he asks, lips mere inches away from your ear.
You nod at that. “And you can't sleep either?”, you worry.
He softly kisses your cheek. “You know I need to feel you next to me.”
So it was you who pulled him out of his wholesome slumber.
“Would you like some tea as well?”, you ask, feeling sorry for being the reason of his lack of sleep.
Even though it's 2 am, Nanami's appearance catches you off guard. He is such a handsome man, his hair is entirely disheveled and his strong upper body is leaning onto the counter while he watches you with his beautiful eyes.
He left his glasses in the bedroom, you notice.
But what you don't realize is that he's entirely distracted by you. The way your nightgown hugs your body has him wondering why it's not his arms around you like that instead.
And when you eventually get on your tip-toes, stretching your entire body to reach your favourite shelf with every imaginable tea bag in it, he can't help but sense a sudden urge to hold you close and never let you go.
Your hand is still searching for the perfect type of tea for Nanami, when you feel him pressing up against you from behind. You can clearly feel his errection.
Immediately, you sigh in pleasure and tilt your head to the side.
“What if we forgot about the tea?”, Nanami proposes and spins you around to face him.
He carefully pushes you against the table, the edge is squeezing your butt, when his lips are being pressed against yours.
You part your lips just enough for him to slide his tongue in and when he does, your hands wander from his cheeks to his neck, all the way down to his hips, pulling him closer.
Then, he slightly pulls away to move his kisses across your neck, now tracing his hands around your breasts, until irresistibly caressing them. His large hands wander down to your thighs and you immediately move your hips towards him – unmistakably inviting him.
He accepts the offer by lifting your nightgown to your thighs, while his hand slips under it.
The thought about his hand laying on your bare thigh sparks a fire inside you – your heartbeat is quickening tremendously.
“Already so wet”, he mumbles.
When Nanami finally slides his finger in your soaking cunt, you whine.
He always feels so fucking good.
It's not long until he pulls the first orgasm out of you and when he does, you sigh relievedly.
He smiles at seeing you finally relaxing. “You're so beautiful.”
Aroused by his sudden compliment, you pull him in for a passionate kiss.
After your lips part, you're avidly tearing at his sweats, ready for him to penetrate you at last.
He smirks at your efforts, clearly flattered that a beautiful woman like you loves him, wants him.
So when he finally uncovers his length, you feel your brain imagining every way this man could make you lose your senses.
Your arms immediately loop underneath his armpits and hold on to his strong shoulders, your ass still pressed tight against the edge of the table. If you didn't hold on to him for support, you wouldn't be able to bear him entering you. The sole thought about him touching you like that has your legs shaking.
Now face to face with Nanami, you can hear his quiet gasps as he finally enters you.
At first he is moving slow, making sure that you’re comfortable, but when your hips start to move faster, when his desire gets the best of him, he thrusts deeper, carefully examining you. Nothing satisfies him more than seeing you gasp, moan and lose yourself in pleasure because of him.
He tries to kiss you as much as he can, but every now and then he has to pull away to pant for air.
Just two people pressed against each other, moaning, panting, sweating.
You can feel the sweat drip of his back.
He watches your tits bounce at every thrust.
Your cries blend so perfectly with the raging thunderstorm outside. It's as if this was meant to be your natural state, as if he is meant to be inside you.
When he finally hits the spot that gets you off every time, you can't hold yourself back anymore.
“Ken- oh fuck – yes”, you utter.
“I love you. I love you.”, he groans.
Then, his movements quicken, he thrusts deeper, careful not to interrupt your rising orgasm.
“Please”, you whine as your body stiffens, knowing you’re only seconds away from bursting.
“I love you so much”, he says as you come, making a fucking mess around him.
Only seconds after you, Nanami gives in to his own appetite.
“Ahh”, he moans as he comes inside you and you feel warm and full, you're grateful that this night took a pleasant turn.
Suddenly very tired and relaxed, you give him a kiss on the cheek, silently thanking him.
“Let's go back to bed”, Nanami suggests. Judging by your looks, you're ready to fall asleep now.
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relationship: nanami kento x fem!reader
summary: it’s been a long day for the both of you and nothing feels better than each other.
tags: fluff, smut, kinda domestic, oral (f. and m. recieving), face-riding, hair pulling, spit?, cowgirl, switch, praise, aftercare, cuddles
word count: 4.2k
notes: something sweet and happy because nanami makes me happy:) also somehow ended up writing double what i expected :D
The kitchen counter was cold against your cheek. You rested your head there as you sat, exhausted from the day’s activities. You looked at the clock and saw it was already past 6pm.
“Guess he’s working overtime now,” you sighed to yourself.
It was funny how he would come home a little grumpier than usual when he worked overtime, the frown on his face less subtle than before. But at the same time, you always felt bad, you knew it was hard for him, trying to balance his own needs while dedicating himself to saving others. And so, you waited there in the kitchen, ready to shower him with love and affection as soon as he came home, the way you two always did for each other.
Your eyes opened and there were twice as many lights on now than when you must’ve fallen asleep. A plate of warm food sat in front of you, and you felt him walk behind you to sit in the seat next to you, placing a glass of water next to your plate.
“I made dinner,” Nanami said.
You turned to him and smiled; he returned the favor before turning to start eating. His glasses were on the counter to the other side of him, and he looked just as exhausted as you. Work was taxing for both of you, but seeing him smile at the end of each day made all of that seem so trivial.
“How are you?” you asked.
“I’m fine, I got cut on my thigh, but Shoko helped me out. And you?”
“I guess they went for the legs today,” you laughed, “Just a slice up calf and lots of bruises.”
He hummed in response. You were open about your injuries with each other, never wanting to hide from or worry one another.
“Wait, was it that bad that you had to go to Shoko?” you questioned.
“I guess, it was just very deep.”
“Let me see it!” you yelled, scooting closer to him.
“You just want to get my pants off,” he scoffed with such a serious face you almost couldn’t tell if he was kidding.
You rolled your eyes, “Shut up! You wish,” you laughed.
The teasing conversations before he would inevitably have his tongue down your throat and face between your thighs were always so exciting.
Now you were facing him, wearing devilish smile and looking into his lustful eyes.
“Hmm, I think you’re right,” he said as he reached his hand out to cup your cheek before he kissed you sweetly.
To deepen the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and at the same time he helped pull you off your seat and into his lap. One hand held your face and the other stroked your thigh while you melted into each other’s mouths. It was a bit desperate, both of you seeking comfort in each other, but it was soft and sensual too, full of love. You pulled away from him for just a second, giving him a warm smile, before kissing him again and catching him off guard, allowing you to sneak your tongue into his mouth.
You let your tongue dance around his mouth, never letting up for air. Your hands tugged at the back of his hair, forcing him to groan into your mouth. You tongues intertwined and his hands moved to your waist, trying to pull you closer to him. You grinded against him lightly, trying to relieve the tension building in your core.
You felt him shiver at the sensation and you sighed into his mouth at the feeling of his clothed cock pressing against your clit. You sat in his lap, thighs on either side of his, lazily making out and grinding against him, both of you wanting more but still lost in the simple pleasure of just exploring each other’s mouths.
He picked you up from underneath your thighs and you broke the kiss to let out a squeal of surprise, smacking him lightly against his chest, “Eager huh?”
“You know I love seeing you in bed darling,” he replied with the slightest smirk. The flush of his skin and dilated eyes only made his words truer.
You smiled at him like he lit up the earth and you could see his lips upturn just a bit at your reaction before he began to kiss at your jaw. You tossed your head back, letting him devour your neck, leaving wet kisses and sucking at the gentle skin, all while he made his way to your shared bedroom.
The feeling of his chafe lips on your soft skin, his wet tongue gliding over the areas of your neck where he had just left marks forced little whimpers and sighs out of your pretty mouth, and he ate up every little sound. He loved hearing you and feeling you, everything about you made arousal flood his system. He needed you so fucking bad.
He placed you on the bed and began to unbutton his shirt. You followed suit, and once you were left in your bra and panties you started unbuckling his pants, fingers lingering over his toned abdomen and pelvis. His cock throbbed against his boxers and he sucked in a breath at your light touches,
“Such a pretty little tease.”
“You know me so well,” you replied, setting your lustful gaze on his chiseled face.
You tugged his pants down, leaving his briefs as they were; like he said you were a tease.
When his pants were around his ankles and he began to step out of them and towards you, you noticed the huge scar on his left thigh, one that was never there before, and your desire was quickly clouded over with worry. You reached a hand out to touch him there,
“I didn’t think it was this bad, are you sure you’re okay?”
“It’s fine, just a scar now,” he said sternly, noticing your concern.
“I’m sorry it happened…” you whispered, eyes focused on the wound, “Let me make you feel good.” Your fingers gently traced the edge of the scar and then you began to leave tender kisses along his muscled thigh, looking into his eyes, “Please,” you breathed.
Nanami felt his skin grow even warmer at your touch, the way you looked at him, the feeling of your lips on his tired skin; all he could think of was how much he loved you and how much he wanted to thank you for everything you are.
He moved his hand down to touch your hair, making his way to hold your face in both his hands and you were beautiful. Your hair a bit tousled and your lips swollen from kissing him; he just wanted to devour you.
“You know,” he sighed as he guided you to stand up with him, “I think I’d rather focus on you right now.”
You were now face to face with him, your face heating up at his words and panties getting wetter from the way he stared at you.
“But—” He put his thumb on your bottom lip to stop you and moved so that his mouth was next to your ear, your faces brushing up against each other,
“I’d like you to sit on my face darling.”
You exhaled, somehow even more turned on than before. I mean if it’s what he wanted, who were you to deny him the pleasure?
When his face was in front of yours again, your lips were on his in less than a second. You kissed him passionately, deeply and he reciprocated with the same fervor, leaving you both moaning into each other’s mouths. You put your hands on his chest, turning him around and pushing him onto the bed. His head rested on the pillows and his hair was sprawled out on the cushion.
He looked gorgeous like this you thought, all disarrayed and needy.
“You’re so fucking hot,” you nearly moaned at him. He gave you the laziest, fucked out smile in return.
You climbed on top of him, your thighs on either side of his torso and he could feel your damp panties on his skin, his cock hard and aching in his boxers. You laid your chest against his, your tits plush against his firm chest. His hands moved up your thighs to your waist, hands groping at the soft skin, trying to feel more and more of you.
Your hands were knotted in his hair, how you knew he liked, your lips and tongues still melting into each other. You moved your hands to lay flat on his chest, breaking the kiss and sitting up on his midriff, you breathed heavily on top of him.
“You ready?” you asked him.
“Always princess,” he tightened his grip on your waist to help move you up.
“So needy,” you teased, hands now on the headboard as you hovered above his face.
You looked down at him with your bottom lip between your teeth and your breath shaky from the arousal. His hands caressed your thighs calmingly, fingers digging into the plump skin where your thighs met your hips. One of his hands moved to run a finger along your clothed slit, stopping at your clit and pressing lightly, causing you to inhale.
“Maybe I should tease you, see who’s really needy,” he breathed against your aching pussy.
“Ken…” you groaned. You needed his mouth on you now, you were so turned on, so eager, it almost hurt the way he was playing with you.
“Yes darling?” he questioned sarcastically, voice still somehow dripping with lust.
You knew what he wanted, and you knew what you wanted, and you weren’t gonna waste any more time.
“Ken, baby, please put your tongue in me, please just fucking suck on my pussy till I can’t breathe, I need your mouth so fucking bad,” you whined, moving yourself lower towards his face.
“Mm, good girl,” he murmured, his words low and sultry as he pushed your panties to the side, circling your clit with his middle finger once more before he replaced it with his tongue, pulling you down onto his face at the same time.
He sucked on your clit harshly, his wet tongue swirling around it. You moaned above him, shocked at the sudden pleasure.
He moved his attention lower, diving his hot tongue into your soaked pussy, moaning at the taste of you and sending vibrations straight to your core. He devoured you, drinking up every drop of your wetness and moving his tongue passionately inside you, addicted to the way your thighs shook around his head and the sound of your whimpers and moans while he ate your pussy; his cock was throbbing.
Your knuckles strained as you grabbed onto the headboard. The feeling of his tongue moving fiercely inside you and his hands clutching onto your thighs, pulling you closer to his face and the pleasure he was giving you; you couldn’t help the moans that fell from your lips. He began to suck on your clit again, the lewd slurping and hot sensations made your pussy drip with arousal. You felt his middle and index finger dive into your slick cunt, forcing you to throw your head back. You sobbed at the full feeling of his long, thick fingers moving languidly inside you compared to the ruthless feeling on your clit.
Your hands pulled harshly at his hair and hips grinded against his face, so overwhelmed by the pleasure you couldn’t control yourself. He groaned into your clit, the way you were falling apart on top of him was so fucking hot. The feeling of his voice was sending you so close to over the edge,
“Mm—‘m gonna cum, fuck—” you whimpered
He kept his fingers moving at the same pace, curling them upwards to hit your g-spot over and over. He pulled away from your clit just for a moment,
“Cum for me darling, please.”
His lips were wrapped around your clit immediately, sending you hurdling towards your orgasm.
“Ken, oh my god! Oh m—fuck!”
You came around his fingers, your juices dripping down his hand and on his face as he slowed down his movements, working you through your orgasm. His fingers left you and were replaced by his warm and wet tongue, lapping up your cum; sweet in his mouth, he couldn’t let any go to waste.
You whimpered above him, your legs were trembling, and you struggled to keep yourself up. He placed his hands gently on your waist, helping to move you onto his lap. He sat up to kiss you, you could taste yourself on his tongue, and you smiled against his lips.
You wrapped your arms lazily around his neck.
“Hm, you’re still so good at that,” you laughed, giving him a light peck.
“I’ll always be good for you,” he responded.
His hands gripped your ass, keeping you close to him as he kissed you happily and relaxed.
You felt his bulge against your crotch and you felt bad for how hard he felt, from spending all his time on you, and you knew you had to pay him back for that fucking amazing orgasm.
His mouth left yours to lick along your jaw and suck on your neck, leaving deep bruises in his wake. His lips trailed down your neck to your collarbones and chest. His wet kisses now focused on the top of your breasts; his hands moved to undo your bra. His fingers lingered over the fabric, he looked up to you for permission, and you have him a gentle nod. He slowly undid the clasp of your bra, letting your supple tits fall out of it. He helped you take it off your arms, then threw it somewhere off the bed. His eyes trained on your bare chest.
“Such pretty tits,” he sighed from below you, before plunging his face into them.
He began kissing on and around your breasts, red and purple marks blooming on your skin, before he took your right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. One of his hands on your waist and the other playing with you left nipple. His eyes were closed as his tongue swirled around the bud languidly, pulling breathy whines from your parted and swollen lips.
“Ken—mm, Ken,” you breathed, pushing on his chest.
He stopped and looked up at you,
“Are you okay?” he asked with concern, scared he made you uncomfortable.
“Yeah, just want you—now.” You smiled, voice heavy with desire.
He smiled back, letting your push him back so that he was laying down. You started copying his actions, leaving sloppy kisses all over his upper body. You made your way down his torso, taking a moment to suck on his nipples; he groaned at the feeling.
You slowly licked a stripe down the middle of his abs, savoring the salty taste of his skin, which glistened with a sheen of sweat. He looked down at you, breath shaky and dick straining in his briefs.
When you met the waistband of his briefs, your fingers danced along the fabric, dipping underneath, and snapping it back against his skin.
“Y/n, can you-can you please,” he begged.
“Please what sweetie?” you smirked.
He threw his head back against the pillow and stared at the ceiling, his face blushing, “Touch me, please,” he choked out.
You smiled and kissed his pelvic bone and began to pull his briefs off his body. His dick slapped against his abs when you pulled them off, throwing them over your shoulder. His cock was hard and flushed, leaking precum at the head, and so fucking pretty.
“God your cock makes me so wet,” you whined, licking your lips.
He sucked in a breath at your words and the cold air hitting his cock.
You ran your middle finger along a thick vein on the underside of his cock before pulling away and spitting in your hand. You wrapped your whole hand around his cock, squeezing lightly before you began stroking him slowly. At first, you barely touched the head of him, avoiding it on purpose. After about five strokes, you squeezed firmly around the tip and you thumb ran along the slit of his head.
He let out a loud and filthy moan, “Hh—holy shi-fuck.”
You loved hearing him moan, it made your slick drip onto your inner thighs.
You kept stroking him as you bowed your head down to circle his tip with your tongue. You felt his body tremble at the warm, wet feeling relieving the pressure built up inside him.
You bobbed your head up and down on his dick, staying and focusing more on the tip. After a few moments, you ran your hands flat up towards his abdomen and let his dick out of your mouth with a popping sound.
You moved your whole body forward so that your dripping cunt was just above his needy, erect cock. Nanami’s hands found place on your hips, digging into the plush skin.
You leaned down to kiss him,
“Can I fuck you now? you asked him. Your eyes were dilated and full of lust, a slight pout coming from your lip.
He fucking groaned, “Ride me darling.”
And so, you lowered your body down until his thick cock was splitting you open, both of yours arousal mixing and soaking your inner thighs and ass, and his pelvis.
Your chest was flush against his, and you bit down on his shoulder from the painful but such good feeling of his cock stuffing you full; you were sure to leave a mark, almost drawing blood, but he fucking loved it. His head was thrown back on the pillow, eyes strained shut, the feeling of finally having your warm, wet pussy pulsing around his cock made him want to cum right then; but he couldn’t leave you out to dry like that.
He moved his hands to cup your face and lift your gaze to his, “Whenever you’re ready princess.” His voice shaky.
“Mm I’m gonna fuck you so good Ken,” you whined in response, kissing him before sitting upwards with your hands on his muscled chest.
You began lightly bouncing up and down on his dick, still getting used to the way he was filling you up. Both of you were letting out breathy sighs of pleasure, Nanami groaning a little more than usual.
The way your tits bounced with every movement had his cock twitching inside you. He was grabbing handfuls of your ass, helping you ride his cock. Your head was thrown back, your skin was glistening with sweat and hair messy from the foreplay; you looked fucking perfect letting yourself get lost in the pleasure of his dick.
You started grinding every time you came down on him, desperately seeking more friction on your clit. Everything felt so good, from the cold air on your hard nipples to the way his cock was dragging inside your pussy with every motion; you felt like you were gonna collapse.
Nanami was holding back his moans from the feeling of you grinding on him with every bounce; how were you so fucking good at this?
“Ke-Ken, mm, I nee-d your help baby,” you choked out, exhausted from the pleasure of riding him like this.
“Haa-ah, I got you darling.”
He sat up so that you were facing each other again and pulled his legs up so that your ass was against his thighs. He held your hips firmly and pressed a kiss to your lips before he started thrusting up into you from below, pulling your hips down onto him at the same time.
“Ah! Fuck K-en!”
Each time his cock drove into you, he was hitting your g-spot; over and over and over again. You tried to move in time with him, still desperate to make him feel good. Your hands were knotted in his hair as you both breathed into each other’s mouths. He bit down gently on your bottom lip, making you squeeze around him.
He moaned into your ear, “Mm loo-k at you, so fu-ucking tight! Such a good girl.”
You let out a wobbly exhale and your face fell to his shoulder in response, words struggling to come out. With every thrust you felt your orgasm coming closer, and every time your pussy clenched around his cock, he thought he would cum in your little cunt.
“M-‘m gonna cum, shi-t!” you got out.
He moved one his hands between the two of you, still fucking into you at the same pace, and his middle finger circled harshly around your clit,
“Please, please cum for me baby,” he begged in your ear, sending you over the edge.
“Ken! Oh my—fu-cking god!” you screamed wantonly as your creamed around his cock, your juices dripping onto the sheets as your vision went blank and hot white pleasure shot through you.
You clenched so fucking tight around him, he thought he could see stars,
“Baby, ba-by ‘m cumming, fuu-uck,” he groaned. His thrusts were sloppy as he rode out his own orgasm, his hot cum spilling deep into your pussy. His finger was still on your clit, making sure your orgasm lasted as long as it could.
Both of you were dazed from your highs, panting into each other’s mouths. When Nanami opened his eyes, he saw the most gorgeous, fucked out expression on your face and his heart was full of love, full of you in that moment.
His arms wrapped around your back and pulled you closer to him. He sunk his sore lips onto yours and you kissed him back, soft and warm.
He pulled out of you gently, you gasped at the overstimulation.
“Hm, was it good?” you asked him.
“No.” he replied sternly, his eyes fixed on you.
You hit his chest lightly and pushed him onto his back (again), “Shut up!” You giggled against his lips before kissing him again. You could feel him smirk against yours.
You laid there on top of him for a while, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. His skin just felt so warm against yours and both of you were too tired to move anyways.
He could’ve stayed like that forever he thought, his arms wrapped around you as you breathed into his neck. But he couldn’t just leave his darling a mess, you meant everything to him, and he would treat you as such.
He didn’t want to disturb you, so he picked you up, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting your chin rest on his shoulder.
“Going on a little field trip?” you smiled.
“Taking care of you.”
He walked into the bathroom attached to your bedroom and set you on the counter. The surface was cold against your skin, just like the one in the kitchen. You wrapped your arms in front of your stomach, feeling a little too naked and little insecure like this.
He turned around from rummaging in a cabinet with a hand towel,
“Hey, you’re beautiful you know,” he said, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You smiled up at him, and your eyes locked for a few seconds, just wanting to stare at each other.
He ran the towel under warm water and moved to stand between your legs.
“Can I?” he asked. You nodded.
He pushed your thighs apart a little bit and gently wiped away anything left on you. You inhaled slightly, still feeling sore. He bent down to leave tender kisses along your thighs. Getting up, he quickly wiped himself off, rinsed off the towel, and threw it in the laundry basket.
He went back into the bedroom and pulled on a fresh pair of briefs. He came back into the bathroom with a clean pair of panties and one of your (his) sleeping shirts. He placed them on the counter before he went to help you down.
“I’m gonna get you some water, okay?”
“Yeah, thank you,” you replied, standing on your toes to give him a quick peck.
You were sitting on the bed, dressed in the clothes he gave you, scrolling through your phone when he came back with two glasses of water. He placed one on his nightstand and handed the other to you.
You reached your hands out to grab it, “Thank you!” you beamed at him before taking a long sip. He climbed into bed next to you as you drank some more, taking a few sips of his own.
You twisted yourself to put the glass and your phone on your nightstand, plugging it in too. He watched you with loving eyes, the only thing on his mind.
You turned around, getting under the covers with him, and snuggled into his side, your head resting on his chest and one of your legs was on top of his. His arm was wrapped around your waist and the other stroked your cheek.
“Thank you Ken, I love you,” you said, eyes closed and voice sleepy.
“I love you, angel,” he whispered, his own eyes closing as you two drifted to sleep.
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chapter one: sit
pairing: Tojixf!reader, ft Naoya
genre: angst, 18+, NSFW, age gap, cheating, a teaspoon of fluff
Summary: In the jujutsu world, they hate to see a woman thrive. They’d do anything to tie her down to marriage to make her incapable of succeeding. So when the Zen’in clan sees a woman associated with their rival clan, the Gojos, who’s a young successful jujutsu sorcerer capable of creating change in their wicked society, they try to break her down. Unfortunately for the Zen’in’s, their very own stray has his sights set on her.
word count: 4.3k
chapter warnings: violence, naoya being himself, grammar mistakes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
a/n: I have such a fat toji brain rot rn so I decided to write a series for him. lets see if I’ll finish this one! feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3 hope you enjoy! ￼ (the lovely fan art i used for the header is from @ jj59u on twitter!)
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You could swear you saw stars spinning as you hit the ground. You were definitely rusty but this? This was too much. Maki and Megumi handed you your ass more times than you could count.
“You know you’re supposed to be our teacher right? What were you even doing in Morocco?” Megumi said as he extended his arm to you.
“I went to check up on Yuuta, Megumi, I’m sorry I didn’t train every second” you spat out at him with an eye roll. He responded with a disappointed stare and turned away.
You knew he was only saying those things for your best interest. And the worst part was he was right. You couldn’t afford to be rusty, not when you had a complicated tie to one of the big three clans and especially not when you were a female jujutsu sorcerer.
“Gojo said you’re taking us today!” you’re brought back from your thoughts as Maki shouted across the room. “Something about him and a far more important affair than taking the next generation to their doom.”
You let out a small laugh. Of course, Gojo would leave you to drive Maki and Megumi to this month’s monthly Zen’in meeting. Even though they didn’t associate with their clan, their blood held power that could never be taken away. A blood claim was the highest claim that could be made, therefore to save them from future chaos with exiled members, they pretend to be on good terms with them. If they did not attend these meetings, it could result in death. The only one to never attend was Megumi's father but apparently, he was known as a “special case”. The Zen’in clan was the definition of playing dirty, so to avoid the worst, Gojo advised both his Zen’in students to attend such meetings without resistance.
“Of fucking course he did”
You hated wearing kimonos. Ever since you wear a little girl, it was the one thing you despised the most. You prefer to wear something comfortable and accessible for fighting. Megumi looked at you from the passenger seat and noticed your frustrations.
“I hate them too” he offers a light smile as he tries to make up for the earlier events. You return a simple smile back to him as you pull up to the Zen’in’s main estate. You looked at Megumi as he starts to fidget with his hands awaiting the hell they’re about to enter. If you were maybe ten years older, you would believe that he was your son. He was very similar to you in more ways in one which helped you connect to him when you became a teacher at the school. Right when you joined, you took both the Zen’in outcasts in your arms naturally.
“If you guys want me to come earlier to pick you up, just call me, okay?” you reassure them as you all exit from the parked car. As you make your way to the front doors of the estate, you were greeted by some of the Zen’in clan’s caretakers. The three of you synchronously bow your heads in respect and thank them for their hosting your students. This was usually the part where you’d make your way back to your car and escape the terrifying grounds but, sadly not this time.
“Thank you for coming Megumi kun, Maki chan and y/n san, please enter” the three of your bowed heads snap up in synch with the same expression plastered on your faces. The Zen’in never extended entry to these meetings to anyone without their blood.
“Excuse me, I just came to drop Maki chan and Megumi Kun here, sorry for the interruption,” you say trying to justify the potential accidental invitation.
“No please, the head Naobito Zenin himself is waiting for your arrival”
You didn’t think it was even possible for your faces to look more confused than they actually did till those words left her mouth. What the fuck? You turn to look at Maki and Megumi beside you to make sense of the situation but they’re as dumbfounded as you.
You hesitantly enter with your two students into a den of snakes, knowing damn well you did not belong. Eyes lingered on your figure as you walked by the dim halls. As far as you knew, you weren’t the secret love child of a Zen’in, so why were you being escorted to see the head of the clan?
The lady escorting you stopped in front of a door that you assumed held the most important person in the house. She bowed her head down wishing you and only you to enter.
The room was equally as dark as the hall you entered from. The only thing lighting the area were the lamps lined against the perimeter. You lowered your head to the man in front of you, only acknowledging him, no the figure standing beside him.
“Sit” It was the first time you heard the head of the Zen’in clan’s voice. It was hard, cold and it caused you to crumble under the pressure. You immediately comply and sit in front of him. You dare to raise your head to see the faces in front of you, Naobito Zen’in and standing beside him was a tall man who had yellow hair with green tips. If you weren’t mistaken, that was Maki’s cousin, a misogynistic, classist idiot who couldn’t stand Maki because of her lack of cursed energy.
“Thank you for coming today, we spoke to the Gojo clan and they agreed that this would be the best decision” Naobito spoke which future drove your confusion.
“Excuse me head of the Zen’in clan, I truly do not know the reason for my invitation,” your usual strong voice sounds pathetic right now.
“You are arranged to become my wife,” Naoya says nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal. As if marriage wasn’t a deadly bond forged by two people to ruin their lives.
“WHAT?” A roar comes out of your throat as you shoot up to your feet. “NO”
“Sit, y/n” Naobito ordered. His stern voice nearly cuts your will. It takes everything in you not to comply.
“Why? Why me? What do you want from me?” You ask frantically still holding your stance.
“HE SAID SIT YOU DAMN DOG” Naoya shouted at you before his father raised his hand signalling him to halt.
“The Gojo clan and ours made a deal. Since you are not a proper member of the clan we wanted to get you off their hands and they agreed,” Naobito said calmly as if this was a normal occurrence.
You were about to wring Gojo’s throat.
“I refuse. I have never had any intentions of marrying anyone in my life and they aren’t going to change now.” You turn to exit the room and get the fuck out of this place, but a rough hand grabbed your wrist for dear life.
“You’re just a bitch the Gojo family picked up because you’re a half breed. Nothing else, so sit like the good dog you are.” He spat out as his grip tightened.
“I may be a dog, but I sure ain’t yours” you spat right back at him and twisted out of his iron-hard grip then ran out the door and into the halls of the estate. You didn’t know where you were going but you never stopped.
Did Gojo really do this to you? Did the higher-ups?
All because they refuse to see a woman in power. Anger bubbled through your veins as you start running faster down halls that look the same as the ones you passed. You were lost and didn’t know how to get out of this maze from hell.
As you turned into a smaller hall you ran straight into a hard wall, toppling over. You curse your damn Kinomo for dragging which you assumed caused your tumble. As you sit up, you get a view of what you ran into. It definitely wasn’t a wall because it made a rough grunt as you ran into him. A tall muscular man wearing all black with a bag over his shoulders turned towards you. His face was almost a mirror of yours, pure annoyance and anger.
What caught you off guard was his appearance, he had straight black hair down to the nape of his neck, a strong prominent jawline with a matching set of emerald green eyes, which had reminded you of Megumi’s. He was the first Zen’in who had the same appearance as Megumi. Maybe they were of a close relation? Your head was spinning too much to care about that right now, all you wanted was to get out of this maze from hell.
“The fuck?” a deep voice pulls you from your dazed state. The man in front of you looked down at you, his face contorted in disgust.
Patience has never been your strong suit, that tied with your annoyance with this situation caused you to break.
“What?” You shot back at him with the same energy he threw at you. His reaction indicated that he never expected to come out of your mouth. “No apology?” he said with a raised brow.
“Like I owe you shit,” you say as you pull yourself from the ground and brushing off the dirt from your kimono.
“s’cuse me?” his voice raised, he sounded absolutely terrifying but it didn’t seem to matter to you. You basically just told the head of the Zen’in clan to fuck off. All these damn Zen’ins with their superiority complexes.
“All you fucking people seem to think you’re high and mighty because you’re a part of some big shot clan. You Zen’ins condemn anyone you see as inferior and you despise women. Well, screw your apology and screw you. I. Don’t. Owe. You. Shit. Did you hear that?” You spit out harshly, making sure to annunciate each syllable.
You take a deep breath after finishing your sentence but it’s immediately knocked out of you as the large man in front of you grabs you by your wrists and slams you hard into the wall.
“You know you got a big mouth for a lady, most guys don’t like a loud woman,” he says looking down at you, hair covering his eyes. His body easily holds yours down. Fuck. You really should have trained in morocco.
Panic. That’s all that you’re feeling as you didn’t know what he would do next. You try to speak but, no words come out; not even air from your lungs escapes.
A scoff escapes the man as he opens his mouth to say something but immediately stops. His eyes linger on your right wrist that the previous Zen’in grabbed. A few inches under where his hand laid, a dark burgundy bruise paints your skin, a fresh bruise that happened minutes before.
Your arms drop at his release. anger, shame, fear. Your head drops, eyes glued to the ground as your back rests against the cool brick wall. Part of you keeps your head down because you don’t want to face your reality.
“What are you doing here?” the same rough voice asks you, now standing a few feet away from you. You look straight up at him. He’s leaning on the wall opposite you.
“I don’t even fucking know,” you say on your breath. “I’m just trying to get out of this hell hole.”
Something you said must have meant something to him as he pushed himself off the wall then proceeded to walk down the alleyway.
“Here” he pushed aside a stack of hay from the dead-end, revealing a wooden door. “Take a left at the end” he holds open the door for you, his other hand holding his duffle.
“And why would I trust you?” you push yourself off the wall and ask him hesitantly.
That probably was the wrong thing to say by his reaction. He lets out a small chuckle as he slams the door then walks towards you
“The fuck if I care” he says as he walks past you. By the time you turned to look at him, he was gone.
Today had become a bigger headache than you thought it would be. Screw it. You walked to the door and prayed this man wasn’t leading you to your death, but at this point, death was favourable to any Zen’in.
But you couldn’t die just yet, as you remembered you had someone’s neck to strangle.
“GOJO FUCKING SATORU” you burst into jujutsu tech screaming his name, startling him and Nanami.
“Wow, you look nice!! Did you just get ba-” before he could finish your sentence you jump on him ready to punch him square in his face. “You really sent me to get married to Naoya Zen’in??” you scream as the two of youtumble on the ground. Unfortunately, your already weakened body is like play dough in Gojo's hands. He easily gets out of under you and has you pinned. It was the third time this day you had beaten and cornered.
“Huh?? You’re getting married?” he said confused as he let go of you.
After nearly 30 minutes of explaining the situation to Gojo and Nanami, you decide to retreat to the training grounds on the perimeter of jujutsu tech. You had spent the day getting beaten and battered by men all day. The frustration in you started to make your blood boil. Megumi was right, when did you become so weak?
You don’t know how much time passed, you’d been training harder than you ever had in months. You knew your potential and that you were yet to be there.
Strength training, weights, HIIT, boxing, you went through them like Gojo went through his mochi. Sweat poured down your face as you kept punching the sand bang in front of you. They say to imagine your worst enemy's face for the best results but you couldn’t choose.
The Zen’ins? Naoya? The Gojo clan? Yourself?
Exhaustion took over as repeated blows landed on the bag. The large panel of glass that served as the fourth wall of the training room glistened as the moonlight hit it. You tear your boxing gloves and grab your water as you make your way to it. The dark night has taken over with only the moon being the only source of light. It seemed peaceful, quiet; the complete opposite of your brain at the moment.
You closed your eyes, hoping when you open them your problems will be solved. You won’t have to deal with the Zenin’s or Gojo’s, just that everything will be okay.
A fool’s thought.
A sad chuckle comes out of you as you open your eyes slowly. Nothing changed, still here at 11:12 pm on a weekday. Still in a shit hole with no way to get out.
“You call that a punch?”
Your head whips to the door of the training room. Head almost touching the archway of the door, there stands the man you met a few hours earlier in a dark alley. The lamps surrounding the room lit up his face so you could actually see him this time. The scar on the right side of his mouth looks much deeper than a scratch now. He looked even scarier if it were possible.
“What are you doing here?” shooting him the same question he asked you a few hours ago.
“Just came to visit someone, m’not stalking” he held his hands up in surrender.
A sudden rush of nervousness takes over your body. The realization of how bitter you were to him came to you.You took out all your anger on someone whom you didn’t even know the name of.
“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to take out my anger on you” you didn’t bother bowing with your apology, he didn’t seem like the type to be offended if you didn’t. Plus you weren’t very presentable in the first place; sweat-drenched hair and fabric clinging to your body.
“I really don’t give a fuck, m not a Zen’in” the monotonous words spat out of his mouth with ease. He truly seemed like he didn’t care. You shrug your shoulders as a response and took a swing at your water bottle.
Deep down even more guilt festered in you for assuming he was a part of that vile clan. But in your defence, he did look the part.
The only thing the Zen’in clan were blessed with was their looks. They were all great taking. Different shades of dark green and black hair with striking eyes and facial features. Exactly like the man in front of you.
He was hot. Like very hot. But he seemed old enough to be a teacher to you. Older than Gojo but definitely younger than Yaga.
“So who are you visiting?” Gloves slide back onto your hands as you readied yourself to start resuming your workout.
“And why do I have to tell you?” he clearly hated small talk.
“Well If you don’t wanna talk then leave” your voice matched his; chillingly cold. You start swinging at the sandbag in front of you hoping that he would take the hint to bid you adieu.
“Then I would miss your shitty punches. You’ve been doing that for the last 10 minutes. if you’re trying to kill someone with 78 punches keep going!” a sarcastic smile danced on his scarred lips.
He must be trying to get a rise out of you at this point. His smile turns into a smirk as he sees the annoyed look on your face.
He drops his crossed arms and walks towards you. Unconsciously you straighten yourself as much as you can, not wanted to look small against him. But with fail you did. He was huge; measuring to approximately 6ft with a build like a professional wrestler. He walked behind you and ghosts his hands around your body.
“It’s all in the stance, you’re not distributing your weight evenly.” he kicks apart your feet forcing your left foot to stand in front of the right.
“Remember your center of gravity is here” one of his hands lightly touched you right under your belly button. Even though it was gentle, his hands were anything but. You could feel the rough skin on his fingertips even through your clothes.
He must have felt your sharp inhale as he touched you because he moved his hand two seconds later. Something about his touch felt electrifying. You were too scared to feel it earlier when he pinned you against the wall, but now, even the smallest touch he laid on your skin made you dizzy.
He must have felt the same as he came back in. His chest was now fully touching your back as he brought his arms around your body to reposition your arms by grabbing your elbows and moving them closer to your chest.
Why was his touch so intoxicating? Maybe you were high on the ten thousand emotions going through your body right now, or maybe it’s because someone hadn’t touched you in the way he did in a year. The touches vanished as quick as they came.
“Try that,” he said stepping away from you “maybe now you’ll be able to get out of that hold from earlier”You drop your arms down to your side embarrassed by your previously frightened state.
“I could get out of that, you just caught me at a bad time” confidence you didn’t know you had left in you came out at his words.
You spoke too soon.
He slammed you against the wall, not as hard as before but equally as fast. He took both of your wrists and held them up above your head in one hand. A rough hand took your chin, tilting it to look at him.
“How about now? Get out of it now” his bright green eyes stared straight into yours. Your chest rose and fell quickly, telling him your state of him without saying a word.
In these moments you really curse your mouth for speaking without thinking it through. You were strong, but weren’t at your best right now. Even so, you doubt you’d actually be able to beat this man in a battle of strength, he was far too powerful.
“What if I don’t wanna get out of it?” another example of speaking without thinking. Yes he was clearly attractive, but you knew nothing of this man, you didn’t even know his name. But here you are hoping that his touches would never stop.
His eyebrows shot up at the sound of your words. His earlier bright eyes turned a shade darker. With one hand still binding your wrists above your head, the other grasped your face and brought your lips into his.
A deep passionate kiss. Everything in your body was going crazy. How you wanted this man to touch every single part of your body. You almost moaned as he deepened the kiss.
This was really happening, you were standing here with a man you barely knew a few hours before you got the news of your supposed arranged marriage.
His hand snaked its way down your body, roughing grabbing everything on its way down, he landed on the flesh of your hip and pulled you closer to him. This action caused your arms to swing down and wrap around his neck.
Now you really did moan. His actions felt like honey, simply cascading over your body with ease and sweetness. He grabbed the back of your thigh and brought your leg up to his waist. You were sure if you got any closer to him you would be having sex. And oh god did you want to. His rough fingers searched for your waistband and your hands pulled at his shirt signalling for him to take it off.
But before your thoughts could progress anymore, a quick sound of thunder spread through the room.
Both of you stood there, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Not a single word was said as you two stared into each other’s eyes.
You wish your senses didn’t kick back in. “I gotta go before it rains”
He hums agreement with your words as he steps back from you.
Did you make the wrong choice? He was very attractive, slightly older, and a bit detached like you but, enough had happened for today, even though everything in your body was telling you the complete opposite.
“I didn’t get your name” You said to him before he walked out the door.
“Cause I didn’t give it” A smirk tugs at his lips as he leaned on the side of the doorway.
You scoff at his words, ripping the gloves off your hands and throwing them in your bag.
“Toji, the name’s Toji” And before you looked he was gone.
As if it was on cue, the rain started to pour down on the window. A deep sigh escaped your lungs as your head swung back. Twice in a row, this man strolled into your life in the span of a few hours and he left you with a strange feeling in your core.
A hard kick comes out of you as your foot connects with the punching bag.
“shitty punches my ass”
Drenched clothes and squeaky shoes.
You wanted to avoid the rain for this exact reason, but of course, much like everything else that occurred today, it didn’t go your way.
“y/n!” a hard but kind voiced called your name from behind. It was Nanami with his briefcase in one hand and an umbrella in the other as he looked ready to leave the school. “Got caught in the rain?”
“No, I just felt like taking a shower with my clothes on” you say with a light-hearted chuckle.”
He takes a deep breath in at your response. “You know you’re very much like Gojo sometimes.”
“Oh please, it would hurt less if you called me an incompetent whore Nanami” the sarcastic words and a pout accompanied by your words made the usually stoic man break into a soft smile.
“Speaking of the devil, Gojo was called to speak to a parent of one of the kids. They might want to speak with you as well so you might want to-”
“Oh no thank you, I don’t do well with parents and I’ve had a more than eventful day.” you frantically cut him off hoping to end this day as soon as possible.
“Of course, you deserve to rest, goodnight y/n” he bids you farewell and you watch him walk until his blue umbrella disappears into the darkness.
Even though the dorms of Jujutsu Tech are pretty small and standard, your thoughts couldn’t stop dreaming of them. The teachers each have a dorm room appointed to them in case they need to spend the night at the school, and your bed was all you yearned for, but your hopes were quickly destroyed.
“Fushiguro, you really have impeccable timing, you know that right?” Gojo’s voice echoed from around the corner, right in front of your dorm’s door. He must have been talking to Megumi about something. You pray that you could squeeze through without them hassling you, but right when you walk around the corner you were stopped dead in your tracks.
“y/n! Just the lady we were looking for. Got someone for you to meet.” Gojo dragged you in by your arm so you couldn’t make a run for it. Beside him was the same tall dark and handsome man which fate brought you to meet once again.
You weren’t dumb, you were just having a bad day. If you hadn’t experienced one of the worst days of your life you might have realized that the man in front of you had identical dashing green eyes as your favourite student. You might have noticed that they had the same jet-black hair and facial structure. You even might have noticed the similarities in their voices. You mentally slam your head on the wall.
‘He was the first Zen’in who had the same appearance as Megumi.’
Of course, he had the same appearance as Megumi.
“y/n this is Fushiguro Toji, Megumi’s father”
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Hi hello Father’s Day nsfw stuff??? Nanami and Gojo? Maybe even Shinsou or Shindo?? Up to you my dear
OOOOH i already did nanami but Dubcon, gojos an asshole but it's mostly just enemies to lovers tension - facefucking.
Gojo - You tie your hair effortlessly away from your face and look at the sorcerer dead in the eyes. "You really have the women you sleep with call you daddy?" He smirks.
"They like it." His grin widens. "I am daddy, I take such good care of them." You haughtily look away.
"I would never." You take a bite of your sandwich. He raises his eyebrows.
"Never." You keep eating your lunch and hope that the silver haired socerer will leave you alone, that his boastful and annoying attitude will stay far from you, and your healing technique. You were a recent hire, but already accustomed to the students, who visited you often. You saw less of their teacher. Or at least in the beginning you did.
"Helloooooooo," Gojo sings, leaning against the doorway to your office, "I am, injured." He places a hand over his heart dramatically. You stand, eyebrows raised as he holds out his hands.
"Gojo," you snap, "This is a fucking papercut." He lifts his blindfold.
"Oh oh oh!" He says, "So it is, and is my lady healer above taking care of humble papercut?" You grab his hand angrily and there's a slight glow as the cut closes itself.
"Happy now?" You look up into his face, one bright blue eye visible.
"This is the closest we've ever been, princess." He says quietly and you stalk off, throwing your hands up in the air.
"Why won't anyone enforce a professional work environment." You snip, and he cackles. "
"Yes I'm afraid all of your complaints about me have gotten lost in the mail." You mash the heels of your palms into your eye sockets.
"You know what I think the real problem is here?" He says, sitting down in one of your office chairs. "You want me, and you're embarassed to admit it."
"Really?" If you could have exploded, if you had the kind of cursed technique that grew with your emotions, there would have been literal flames around your palms.
"I mean for me," He kicks his feet up on your desk, "I'm the strongest, as you know, but I don't have cursed healing technique. So I was immediately interested, in a person who could actually be of use to me."
"Hm." You say, determined to ignore him, attempting to remove his feet from your desk but his legs are so strong, it's like trying to move stone, or iron, while he remains unbothered.
"And then I get here and you are something even better than I possibly could have imagined." He says, watching you struggle, pushing your whole weight against his legs.
"And what's that?" you grunt lightly, and he beams at you.
"A challenge!" He says brightly. "Normally, women just fall into bed with me, but, you, you don't want anything to do with me! It's fascinating."
"What's fucking fascinating about it?" You snap at him, eyes wild.
"How badly you want me," He breathes, "And yet you continue to deny yourself?" He catches your wrist. "Why do that, princess, when I can practically feel you soaking through those panties?"
"Fuck off!" you snap, and he flashes his palms, releasing you and going back through the door, before sticking his head in one last time.
"I will leave," He says, lifting a single finger, "If you can say honestly, that you've never ever thought of me, sexually."
"I said sexually." He says, all the wind back in his sails. "Tell me, princess, tell me what you've been thinking about in your naughty little daydreams.
"I think about gagging you a lot." The words fall from your lips before you can stop them and his mouth drops open. "A lot." You say.
"Gagging me?" He says softly, walking back into the office and closing the door behind him, you hear the clock click shut. Gojo towers over you, and he rests a hand on your hip before leaning in and speaking directly in your ear. "Gagging me, you kinky little thing."
You gasp softly when you feel his breath on your skin.
"You know what I think?" He says and you shudder, feeling his lips trail your neck, and brush your jaw. "I think you're weak," he says, "And insubordinate," he places one huge hand on your neck and you let him press you against the wall of your office, "And just because you can do something I can't, doesn't mean you dont owe me for protecting you." You blink a couple times, and he pushes his blindfold up, eyes like a summer sky, boring into you. "So I think, you should get on your knees, and show me," he says, "Show daddy, how grateful you are for that protection." You swallow, face hot as you slide to the floor in front of him.
"Ohh," he says, condescension dripping form his tone, "She knows her place after all." You watch him unzip his pants, opening your mouth as he pulls his cock out, it's long and thick, heavy, but as pretty as the rest of him. He rests it gently on your tongue. "Come on," he says, still bright, "Suck." Except he doesn't let you, taking control almost immediately, Gojo sets the pace, like you're not sputtering and gagging every second that he lets you breathe.
"Don't worry," he says, "I'll train you and you'll be great at this." He takes your head and shoves it all the way down, delighting in the way you struggle, looking up at him wide eyed, begging to breathe. "That's it," he says, "Fuck," he lets out a long breath, "You can really take it, huh?" You kick your little feet in the kneeling position you're in and reach for his thighs. "Hands behind your back." He orders, and you comply, he finally lets you breathe, lifting you easily and and bending you over the desk. You feel his hands yank your skirt down to y our ankles. "Tell me," he says, landing a harsh slap on your ass, "What you want?"
"You," you choke out, throat aching from his rough treatment, and he laughs.
"Gojo I-" You turn around and he slams you back on your desk.
"Get it wrong a third time, and there will be a punishment." He says, and you can feel his cock prodding your entrance, you know it's going to hurt at first but you're only thinking of the delicious stretch.
"Daddy," you mutter,
"What was that?" He sings.
"Daddy, please fuck me."
"Oh," he exclaims, "What a good girl!" He leans over you. "Now do you promise to be good, gonna earn daddy's cock?"
You find yourself nodding, face burning with humiliation.
"Yes daddy," you mumble and all the breath leaves your body when he sheaths himself inside you. He pounds into you, not waiting for you to stretch to accommodate him.
"Fuck," he growls, finally losing some composure, "Fuck you're fuckin' tight," he takes fistfuls of your ass, rolling his hips against yours. "And this pussy," he growls slapping your ass hard enough that you yelp, "Is all fuckin' mine, isn't it, baby, tell me who you belong to?"
"Y-you," you choke out, "You Gojo, m' yours,"
"Such a good fucking girl," he says, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he picks up the pace, slamming against that bundle of nerves with every thrust, you grab paperwork and the corners of your desk, holding on for dear life. "And you're gonna be my little bitch, aren't you," he coos, and as your orgasm builds you find yourself nodding, "I said you're going to be my little bitch," a little bite to his tone, "and do what I say, and accompany me on my missions when I ask for you,"
"Y-yes daddy," you choke out, "Yes please, can I cum?" He thinks about it, the coil in your stomach only getting hotter.
"Say you're mine," Gojo says, his breath becoming labored, "And you can cum."
"I'm yours," you mewl, your orgasm washing over you, "Fuck, Gojo, I'm yours, yours, yours," your mouth drops open as he thunders into you, apparently he'd been holding back because he carries you through your high easily, collapsing on top of you as his thrusts become sporadic, and he cums inside you.
"You like that?" he grunts, "A healer and the strongest, we could make the," he grunts again, "FUck, the stongest, kids we-"
"Gojo," you cut him off, catching your breath, realizing what you've done, "Gojo I'm on birth control." He frowns, sighing deeply as he pulls out of you, delighting in the cum dripping from your pussy, pushing some of it back in wistfully.
"We can fix that." He mutters, pulling his pants up and standing for only a moment before collapsing in your office chair, yanking you into his lap.
"You," he says, "Are so so cute!" He presses a kiss to your face, "I love that you pretended not to want me, hilarious." There's a knock at your office door and Gojo sings, "Come in!"
"Sweet jesus," Nanamin mutters, the space is a mess, it reeks of sex, and you're barely coherent in the sorcerers lap.
"She finally agreed to accompany me on missions!" Gojo says happily. "Do you think Itadori will like her?"
"Oh my god." The blonde rubs his eyes. "Oh my god."
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in which you slowly give into your desires.
PAIRING: maid!zenin maki x f!housewife!reader
GENRE: smut, some fluff, some angst, slowburn (ish)
WORD COUNT: 5.6k
WARNINGS: nsfw, 16+ smut, slowburn ish?, mentioned misogyny, infidelity, unhappy arranged marriage, angsty marriage, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f receiving), kitchen sex, sex in shared bed, face sitting/riding, 69, exhibitionism, squirting, light degradation, praise, pussy slapping, finger sucking, spit kink, consensual panty stealing, masturbation (f), first time for oral, slight corruption, implied dumbification, dom!maki. slight mommy kink, humiliation (kind of)
“I love you.”
“Love you, too, Honey.”
You peck your husband on the lips goodbye before he’s out the door with a briefcase in hand and his suit as neat as ever. Staring at the leftovers, you sigh before eventually picking up the plates and pilling them in the sink, scrubbing off the sticky mess of maple syrup. Soap suds cover up your gloves as you lather them in bubbly water and plan out the rest of your day. The dishes, the laundry, a few episodes of that one show you barely pay attention to, lunch, more dishes, more laundry, a start on dinner.
You can’t help but wonder — Is this it?
You love your husband, something you remind yourself repeatedly when he’s gobbling down on the rice on his dinner plate and when he’s leaving his dirty clothes all over your bedroom floor. You love him. You want to bear his children, want to raise them, want to do the chores so that he doesn’t. You want to cook, to clean, to do everything for the sake of his pleasure. It’s what your mother insisted, it’s what she did, and it’s what her mother did. You love your husband.
Is this it?
Twenty years old, a husband with a stable living, something that can suffice for the rest of your life. All you need is to do your chores, give him your body, be his prim and proper wife. It sounds fairly easy, another thing that your mother insisted, so what is it?
Why do you crave more? Why do you have to remind yourself that you love him, love this life at all?
Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your door. When you open it, you’re met with the sight of a tall girl with glasses. She’s in a black maid dress that stops at her knees, complemented by the white apron that flows along with the part of the skirt, ruffling at the end. She has a bag hanging on her shoulder and her expression shows slight amusement at your surprise. Surely, she’s at the wrong house, right?
“Are you (Y/N)?”
“Y-Yes,” you stutter out, not realizing that you were staring, “Uh, w-who are you?”
“I’m Zenin Maki, but you can call me Maki,” she observes your figure, noticing the sly nervousness radiating off of your expression, “Your husband hired me. Said he wanted someone to help you out.”
“May I come in?”
“Of course.” You move to the side, watching the woman scan your house. It’s slightly messy, a result of your husband not cleaning up after lounging in the living room, and she doesn’t waste time to clean it up, rearranging the decorative pillows and helping you carry the leftover dishes to the sink. Just as you’re about to put on your gloves, her hand comes out to grab your wrist and the other takes it out of your hand. “Don’t. I got this.”
You step back, watching Maki put on the gloves herself, lathering the dishes as you did before. You don’t know what to do, standing there awkwardly as she places them in the dishwasher. It’s a given opportunity to observe how her skirt stops right above her knee, flowing out naturally and modestly accentuating her body. Her headband compliments the look, her hair tied back with bangs covering up her forehead, stopping short of her glasses. Warmth creeps up your neck to your cheeks and you sharply look away, focusing your vision on the bowl of apples on the center of the dining table.
“You can rest, Miss. But I’m going to need help putting away the dishes later. Is that okay?” She asks and you turn around to give her a nod. “Is there anything else you need done?”
“Oh, no, it’s okay, you really don’t need to-”
“I was hired to help you out with chores. Please, do not worry about me.”
You sigh in defeat, looking directly at her face, her pretty face. She had a sharp expression, piercing eyes that can bore into your soul, defined cheekbones. A sensation of uneasiness rested in your lower belly and you realize you’re staring when she waves a hand over your face. “Hello? Miss?”
“S-Sorry! I was just thinking about something!”
“Oh. Well, I was just asking if you can help me put some of the dishes away just for today. I don’t know where everything is and I don’t like disorganization.”
“Of course. Of course.”
“You need anything else?”
“Folding the laundry, for now, I think? The clothes should be dry. Everything is upstairs.”
She follows behind you as you bring her out to the terrace where your laundry hangs on a string. Dresses, button ups, and ties of earth toned colors adorn the area and you touch the fabrics. The sun had definitely done its job. Maki is already setting up the ironing board that was previously laying in the corner of your bedroom and gathering your husband’s work attire together. When she’s done flattening the creases on the pieces of clothing, you take them, hanging and folding. With her help, you were finished in half the time it usually took you.
“Thank you, Maki. Really, I appreciate it.”
“You don’t need to thank me, Miss. Your husband hired me to do my job and I am happy to help.”
As you hang your last dress, you give her a smile.
“Honey, I’m home!”
Your husband’s voice sounds throughout the house as he’s met with the sight of you and Maki laying out plating foods and placing them on the dinner table. He smiles and you walk towards him to greet him with a hug and a kiss. Maki continues with the task, sparing a glance at the both of you. “You didn’t tell me you hired a maid,” you whisper to your husband, “Though, she has been very helpful.”
“I’m glad, Honey.” He replies, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Kind of curious as to why you hired one in the first place.”
“I’ll tell you later. Let’s have dinner, alright?” He shoots you a grin before looking over to Maki. “Feel free to stay for dinner, Maki!”
“I’m alright. I should get going anyways—”
“Nonsense!” You husband eagerly responds, pulling out an extra chair just for her, “My dear wife here says you’ve been helpful.”
“I have classes.”
“Oh. Well you might as well take some home!” You suggest, walking over to your tupperware cabinet.
Before you go back to your husband, you plate some food for her to take home and make sure she makes it back to her car as she walks out the door. You let out an involuntary sigh, leaning against the doorway and feeling content that you now have an extra hand.
“Why do we need a maid?”
“Simple,” he grabs your hands from across the table, “I think we’re ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready to have kids, silly woman!” His laughter booms throughout the entire room, “I mean you’ll have to get off birth control and everything, but I think it’s time.”
You laugh nervously as he leans in for a kiss. “Honey, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t know about this.”
“What?” He stands up, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, “Why not?”
“I’m just kind of, uh, scared? I don’t know if I’m ready and we just got married a few months ago, you know?”
“Come on, don’t be scared,” he reassures you, kissing your cheek, “I hired Maki to be our maid to lay the stress off of you. I offered her an in-house job, which she’ll be starting next week, just so that you could rest easy while you’re pregnant.”
“In-house? Is she going to live with us?”
“Of course! She’s a college student, so she doesn’t mind getting paid and living in a house,” he explains before going back to the topic, “So please. I want you to have our baby. We can start tonight.” He suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.
The next few days, the cycle continues.
Maki comes in the morning, usually just about right before your husband leaves for work, and she helps you throughout the day. Doing dishes, folding clothes, cleaning the bathroom. Most of the time you help her, usually against her will, but it leads to a calm and comforting silence when you work together. She’s moving in soon, two days to be exact, and you think it’s time to get to know a little bit about her.
One problem; She’s reserved, which intimidates you, and you’re too scared to start a conversation.
Eventually, you’re going to have to break the ice. So you do it as she’s ironing the clothes and you’re putting them away. You think up a few basic questions, mulling them over as to not make her uncomfortable because you want to get to know her.
“My husband tells me you’re in university right now. What’s your major?”
“Sports science.” She replies bluntly, continuing her task.
“Oh, cool cool,” you try to figure out a way to continue, but come up blank. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk.
“What do you do when your husband is not around?” She asks curiously, as if she sensed your desire to hold the conversation.
“Chores, usually,” you frown, “Sometimes I watch TV, but I wish I was able to do other stuff. I really like painting, too. But I haven’t done much of that ever since we got married.”
“Oh. Why not?”
“Well, I’ve always wanted to become an artist. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid, but my family wanted stability for me so they introduced me to a family friend’s older son,” you smile, memories of your younger self filling up your head before a sense of sadness falls over your expression, “They said this would be good for me. And it is. My husband is a good man, I have a roof over my head and dinner on the table everyday, you know. I’m not complaining,” you pause, reeling out of your own thoughts, “Sorry if I just overshared.”
“No, don’t worry about it,” she reassures you, “Just out of curiosity, how old are you?”
“That’s funny, I’m twenty one.”
“You’re closer to my age than my husband,” you laugh, folding another white button up before placing it in a drawer, “We are in very different positions.”
“Yes, we are,” she chuckles, “A struggling college student and a cool housewife.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say cool—”
“Nonsense!” She grumbles, an attempt to mock your husband.
The both of you laugh and you realize how she seems almost angelic. The look in her eyes that was once piercing and intimidating was soft and heavenly. Her cheeks are flushed red and her smile was alluring. Before you even realize it, a feeling of warmth settles in your lower belly and it gets harder and harder to take your eyes off of her. Her chuckle was music to your ears and you’ve internally decided that it was one of your favorite sounds.
He plants a kiss on your sweaty forehead before turning his back towards you, opting to hug a pillow on the side instead. Everything is wet, sticky, and gross, but before you can say anything, your husband is already fast asleep, little snores filling the air of the master bedroom. You lay down for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling in the dark until you gather up the last of your willpower to get up and clean the mess between your legs.
It was an okay night.
Sure, you came, but it was just boring. There was nothing to it, only the huffs and groans and praises from your husband as he lived out his fantasy of finally being able to breed you. You’re happy to provide him, as long as it makes him happy, because he loves you and you love him. Even if you have to clean up the mess yourself, even if you don’t finish, even if that rush of loving emotion that everyone seems to describe never hits you.
That’s what you tell yourself anyways. Yet, your fingers rub furiously on your clit while the other pumps in and out of your dripping cunt. You’re close and you pretend that it’s her fingers You pretend that it’s her fingers that you’re clenching around, her mouth leaving soft kisses from your neck down to your exposed breasts. You pretend that you’re tugging on dark hair, asking for more, but when you come down from your high, the ringing in your ears stops suddenly and the snores overtake your hearing once again.
It’s wrong, disgustingly wrong, but there’s no way to escape her. Not when she’s in your house in the morning, the afternoon, and the evening. She helps with everything, things that you didn’t even consider yourself, talks to you about the things you like. And you know that her favorite color is black, her family would have much rather preferred if she went the same route you did, and she likes junk food a little too much.
You also wonder when you should tell your husband that you definitely have not gone off those pills.
“Yes?” You respond, a grocery bag in your arms filled with different fruits, vegetables, and meat. Although you've made a few additions to your list and you were unsure at first, but as Maki empties it, her eyes light up at the sight of the bright little bag.
“You got chips?”
“Well, yeah. They’re for you. I know you liked them.”
She beams at you and it’s almost blinding. There’s an odd flutter in your stomach and you ignore it, but it only becomes stronger when she rips open the bag and munches on the whole thing in seconds. The small satisfied moan from the first bite has you internally celebrating. She looks at peace. All she’s doing is eating a bag of her favorite chips, yet it fills you with some unexplainable feeling of warmth. You make another mental note to buy even more next time.
“What do you think of him?”
“Who?” She asks, sitting up on the couch as she watches you get lost on the canvas in front of you.
“Oh,” she pauses, her hand coming from under her chin to think, “He’s pretty cool, I guess. He also pays me which is pretty cool, you know.”
“Come on, I won’t tell him,” you insist, coming close, your hands involuntarily brushing over hers. She doesn’t pull them away, letting you rest them, enjoying the extra warmth.
“I mean, he’s a man, alright.”
“What does that even mean?”
“No offense,” she continues, finding the least rudest way to say it, “He’s kind of basic, you know? Which isn’t bad but he yells at the TV when watching football, has you light his cigarettes, and waits for you to serve him food. Just your typical husband things, I guess.”
“Are you saying my husband is boring?” You ask with a stoic face, watching the fear fill her eyes.
“No, no! That’s not what I—”
“Kidding,” you chuckle as she purses her lips before joining along, “I was just curious.”
“I don’t know,” you say, sighing as you think of all the times he did anything romantic for you, “He’s a good man, you know that, right?”
“Well, of course.”
“He brings me flowers, gives me goodnight kisses, tells me he loves me, but—” you pause, afraid to finish the thought. Your heart pounds at the mess of ideas on your mind and you’re ashamed, “I don’t know if I feel that love thing those people always talk about.”
“What do you mean?”
She’s intrigued to say the least. You’re fiddling your thumbs with a nervous smile on your face. All the while, the music you put on fades in the background until it’s only the two of you, hearts beating fast, blood rushing to your cheeks. When you finally look her in the eye, she doesn’t miss how glassy they look and that’s when her suspicions are confirmed without a verbal sentence — you’re unsure.
“He- Well, I don’t know. Forget I said anything about it,” you clasp your hands together before getting back to work in the kitchen, “And please, don’t tell him.”
Uncertainty, you’re most definitely full of it, but Maki is almost sure she’s figured it out before you have and she likes to think that she’s gotten to know you. She’s picked up how you play with your fingers when you’re unsure, how you smooth down your dress when you try to keep your composure, how that your smile loses genuinity while you’re at the dinner table. She decides it’s not her business, she’s only the housemaid and you’re just the housewife she works under.
But she’ll always be there for you with open arms if you need it.
“We gotta make breakfast, Maki.” You poke her side, waking her up from a deep sleep.
You’re already ready for the day, the top half of your hair already tied in a bun and a lilac colored dress adorning your figure. She’s caught off guard when she opens her eyes and you’re sitting up on the side of the bed poking at her hip. Her vision is blurry without her glasses, but she can clearly smell the sweet scent of vanilla perfume. Taking in a deep breath, she sits up, too, reaching for her glasses on the bedside table.
And her sleek, black hair cascades down her shoulders, though it’s slightly messy, you’re tempted to run your fingers through the soft looking strands. You’ve seen Maki in her maid uniform at home, jeans when she goes out to shop, but the sight of her in a satin night dress was different and your breath hitches when the blanket falls off the upper half of her body. It’s a loose fit and she looks absolutely ethereal, almost like an angel.
She turns her head to the side and you fake cough, trying to make up for staring a little too long. “I know your day doesn’t start yet, but I was hoping to get some help on breakfast today. Is that alright with you?”
“Of course, Miss. I’ll go get ready right now.
You walk down to the kitchen, preparing a pie crust for your quiche and reading through the recipe you were given by a friend. By the time you blind bake the crust, Maki joins you in her usual attire. “Need anything, Miss?”
“While the quiche is baking, I just need you to make some cookie dough. Just the usual, my family is coming over later.”
She gets to work right away, finding the ingredients immediately as you fill up your empty pie crust and dance around the kitchen. Right after the quiche is placed in the oven, your hips sway along with the music that plays in the radio. It’s all soft and slow, Maki smiling at your antics while you jokingly attempt to serenade her. She’s mixing in the chocolate chips into the dough and you walk forward, energetic and lost in the song.
You don’t think much of it when you grab her hip and your faces come closer together. One second, you were playfully dancing around your kitchen and the next, your breaths mingle, the gap between the two of you closing. It’s her who decides to lean forward, soft lips meeting together, your back suddenly meeting the edge of the counter. Her hands rest on the surface, each on either side of you, and her lips taste like cherries. Your hands come up to her cheeks as your mouths meld together until it’s hard to breathe.
You pull away first, remembering that your husband is still sleeping upstairs. “What are we doing?”
“Don’t know,” she replies, her hand starting to trail under the skirt of your dress, “It feels right, though.”
“Should we stop?” You mutter, just barely enough for her to hear.
“Do you want to?”
It gives her the extra rush of courage to get under your dress and push your body until your back is flat on the counter. Luckily, there was nothing underneath except for a pair of plain black panties, a damp spot right in the middle. Her thumb presses on your clothed clit and by the way your body squirms she knows you’re sensitive which only adds to the sadistic fun of pulling down your underwear at an agonizingly slow pace. “Need you,” you breathe out, your legs being positioned on her shoulders, “I need you, please.”
“I got you, Baby. Don’t worry.” She replies with a smile, her breath hitting your wet cunt.
Your breath hitches as her tongue trails up from your hole up to your sensitive pearl and she moans at the sweet taste of your arousal. Her hands keep a firm grip on your thighs, holding them open as you bite your lip to contain your moans. He’s right upstairs, you think, but any thought of caution starts to leave you once her soft lips wrap around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves causing your knuckles to turn white as they grab onto the edge of the counter.
Your husband has never touched you like this. Ever.
The feeling of her mouth is foreign, but welcome. Before you know it, the grip on one of your thighs loosen and two fingers slip into your soaked cunt. She’s gentle at first, the pumps of her digits ever so delicately pressing against your g spot, but once you hike up the skirt of your dress and thread your fingers through her hair, she speeds up, hitting hard and fast. “M-Maki— Shit!”
You squeal when her tongue starts massaging your clit and your walls clench despite being empty, “Such a pretty girl,” she coos, watching in awe at how your slick coats her fingers, “Such a pretty pussy.”
Lewd praises and squelches fill the kitchen air as the coil in your stomach builds and snaps until your cunt is gushing all over her. Your back arches as you reach your high and she leaves a trail of kisses from your thigh to your sopping pussy. Bringing her fingers to your mouth, she gives you one command.
You obey, wrapping your soft lips around her digits, swirling your tongue and she gives a graceful smile, brushing a thumb over your flushed cheeks. A sheen of sweat covers your forehead, but the sound of footsteps brings you out of your thoughts. Maki pockets your underwear, giving you a wink, before washing her hands and taking the nearly forgotten quiche out of the oven.
By the time you hear the footsteps of your husband, you’re decent, minimal signs of physical exertion just barely noticeable. She’s going through her usual routine of plating your food in front of the two of you, doing the dishes, laundry, everything. You want to say something, you really do, and you’re left with your own questions.
At night, you’re left pondering the strong women with silky black hair whilst in the arms of your husband.
That’s how long it’s been since you’ve gotten the most mind blowing orgasm of your life. Your panties are still missing, though you don’t mind knowing who has them. And when you think about the things your mother has told you repeatedly about your perfectly structured life, it crumbles with each second. When you look at the face next to you, the indifference in your heart starts to become more and more prominent.
And even though you should feel guilty — well, you do — you also don’t regret it at all.
You still do your chores as expected, make the bed, cook dinner. You still organize the laundry, do the dishes, and tend to your rose garden. You still disinfect, fold, and have sex with your husband who’s indifferent to your pleasure every night. Almost every domestic activity was accompanied by Maki, who often sought to take over or help.
Yet, she wouldn’t even look at you.
She wouldn’t say anything that didn’t pertain to a grocery list or a command and it was infuriating. Still, you were determined to bring it up — how could you not? As you fold blankets on the couch and think, you call out her name. “Maki?”
“Are we going to talk about what happened?”
“What do you mean?”
Your heart drops a tiny bit, it was an expected response based on the fact it felt like she was avoiding you, but you still had to swallow the lump in your throat. “Nevermind. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” She asks as you’re looking down on the rug, trying to focus on the pattern instead of the woman in front of you.
“I’m just sorry I brought it up. I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry that we did whatever that was,” you take a deep breath as forming tears blurred your vision, “I’m sorry that I can’t fucking do this, Maki. I don’t love him. I can’t love him.”
She sighs, scooching forward and closer to you then pulling the half folded blanket from your hands. “You shouldn’t be sorry. This was my fault.”
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re just, I’m just—” you inhale again, trying to find the right words to say, “You’re different. You’re different from him in all the best ways. You listen to what I have to say, you care about how I feel.”
“That’s something that any good friend would do—”
“I don’t want to be your friend.”
She brings her fingers to your chin, nudging your head up until you’re looking her in the eyes for the first time in days. She gazes at you, appreciating every curve and every mark on your skin. You take this as an opportunity to lean in, planting a soft kiss on her lips. She doesn’t stop it, instead indulging in the act, cupping your cheeks.
It soon becomes hungry, her tongue slipping past your lips, you being rolled over onto your back as she slips her hand under your floral dress. She presses a finger against your clothed cunt, causing you to gasp and throw your head back. At the same time she leaves sloppy kisses on the exposed skin of your neck and you struggle to form a coherent sentence.
“M-Maki, stop,” you whimper and she pauses, “Wanna make you feel good.”
“Oh?” She smirks, giving you another breathless kiss, “Wanna put that mouth to use, Baby?”
“Yeah,” you breath out, “Wanna make you feel good, Mommy.”
Her expression is filled with pride as she drags her fingers across your face and into your mouth. You comply with the silent command, wrapping your lips around the digits and sucking softly, swirling your tongue around them. “Good girl.”
You let out a hum while she discards her panties somewhere on the ground and her bare cunt hovers over your face. It’s intimidating, yet the sight of her glistening folds makes you wet. All you wanted to do was taste her, drink up all of her juices, and when you finally do you can’t get enough. Despite the lack of experience, you do what you think would feel good, giving experimental licks, noting when her body twitched and when she would let out a saccharine moan.
“Fuck — you’re doing so well,” she coos, carding her fingers through your hair, admiring the sight of your half lidded eyes and the feel of your tongue, “You sure this is your first time eating pussy?”
You hum in response which sends vibrations throughout her body, causing her to throw her head back. You grip onto her lower back, desperately bringing her wet cunny closer to yourself and she rolls her hips, grinding herself on your mouth. You’re already addicted, lapping at all of the cum she has to offer, watching intently as her mouth forms an o shape and she soaks the lower half of your face.
“Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?”
She gets off your face and you smile with pride, tugging off the rest of her maid uniform until she’s completely bare in your living room. Every curve of her body fills you with even more lust and you’re sure your panties are soaked just from the sight. Her thighs are defined, muscular even, and you kiss them before going back to her ruined pussy, lapping at all the slick.
“You’re so pretty, Maki,” you utter, your breath hitting her neck as you come back up to her face.
She pushes you backward until you’re flat on your back, pinning your wrists together before ripping off your panties. Maki wastes no time, two fingers entering your hole and curling with every thrust. “You got this wet from eating me out?” She questions cockily, leaving an open mouthed kiss on the shell of your ear along with a nibble, “You’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” you whimper in between breaths, “Feels s’good.”
“Yeah?” She responds, watching you come undone underneath her.
Your orgasm builds up with every pump, the coil in your stomach tightening. She fastens the pace, every movement being calculated, her fingers knuckles deep in your cunt. Her fingertips manage to brutally hit the spongy spot inside of you, causing your legs to shake. Your back arches when her lips wrap around your clit, the simultaneous stimulation making your body tremble in delight. You’re gushing all over her fingers and she stares in awe as your slick drips down your thighs.
“Can we go to the bedroom?” You request meekly, barely recovering from your last orgasm.
“Of course, Baby,” she beams at you, body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, your heart fluttering in your chest.
Maki picks you up bridal style with almost no effort, pressing kisses all over your face on the way upstairs. When you finally get to the bedroom, she lays you down gently, almost as if you were a delicate piece of glass. But the moment of soft intimacy doesn’t last.
It doesn’t last when her pussy hovers over your face with her head buried in between your legs, licking hot stripes on your folds, sucking on your pearl while her fingers brush on your legs before finding their way back to your ruined cunt. Your tongue presses on her slit and her hips lower until your mouth is full of pussy. Her sweet taste is addicting and concurrent moans only heighten the pleasure, vibrations shooting through both of your bodies. Her thumb circles your clit furiously as she pulls away from your cunt to speak.
“You like this, don’t you? Ain’t this the same bed where you get fucked by your husband?” She questions demandingly, slapping your cunny.
You whine into her cunt, the sudden pain causing your walls to clamp around nothing. She laughs sadistically, pinching your clit, biting at your inner thighs.
“S’good, such a good little slut,” she coos, her nose tickling your clit as her face inches closer, “Bet you like getting fucked by your maid, don’t you?”
You can only respond with a squeal, her hand laying another blow to your aching pussy. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I got you.” She reassures you, mouth ravaging your cunt, slurping every drop of cum you had to offer. She’s close to her own orgasm, you can tell by the way she rides your face, soaking the lower half until the sweet droplets slide down your neck. You massage her clit with your tongue as she comes down from her high, but after yours, she doesn’t stop.
Instead, she continues to feast on your cunt like a starved woman, the pressure in your stomach building for the nth time that day. Coming again almost hurts, but she ignores the high pitched wails spilling from your lips, the sounds only encouraging her to keep sucking until your body trembles. At this point, you’re light headed, vision gradually becoming blurry. Your walls are pulsating, your mind is unable to process everything at once.
Especially the shocked man who stands in the doorway of your bedroom.
And at that exact moment, you let out a sob as Maki sadistically looks your husband right in the eye, her mouth still devouring your overstimulated cunny with fervor. Your hole leaks milky white, staining your shared sheets and you cry out her name, hopelessly gripping onto the plush of her ass for stability, digging your nails into the flesh. When she pulls away, a string of spit connects from her mouth to your pearl and her pupils are blown, cheeks covered with your arousal, all the while maintaining eye contact with him.
As if there was no one in the room, she readjusts her until her face hovers over yours, her swollen pussy present on your thigh.
You comply readily and she grabs your face with one hand, squishing your wet cheeks so hard that they start to ache.
She spews into your mouth, watching the blob as it glides down your tongue and you swallow obediently before she comes down for a sweet kiss. The taste of yourself makes your head dizzy with lust. Let it be known that the horrified figure standing in the doorway could never make you feel as good as the maid.
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tomorrow never came.
their thoughts after you die.
FEATURING: Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Geto, and Sukuna.
WARNING: mentions of death, blood, and possible manga spoilers. please don't read if you are uncomfortable with the theme and/or don't want to be spoiled.
NOTE: this is my first time writing about JJK characters so please don't hate if ever i'm not as accurate in writing them. however, i will do my best to improve.
time doesn't seem to pass in the prison realm, that's what gojo realized.
but even if that's a fact, he could still sense you; faintly though.
your faint energy was what kept him company inside the box. somehow, it was what kept him calm even if he has no idea what is currently going on outside.
with the strongest sealed, the jujutsu sorcerers have lost their greatest crutch and have no idea what to do without him.
but gojo had faith. and he had faith in you.
though you weren't as strong as he is, considering you're only a semi-first grade sorcerer, gojo had always seen how tough and gutsy you were. for years, he had seen you exorcise special grade curses and although you came out scathed, you came out alive. you came out a winner.
and he admires that.
but it seemed that this time was different than all the other times back then.
the moment gojo had sensed that your energy was slowly fading, inwardly, he denied it at first.
“no, they're just injured. i'm sure shoko can do something about that.” he thought.
but then it faded away completely. the faint energy that he sensed not too long ago, went away as fast as it came. you were the only one he ever sensed and even though he's not much of a sentimental person, gojo hung onto that sliver of energy that you gave away.
it gave him a sense of hope that once he gets out, you'll be alright.
it was different this time though. this time, he wasn't going to see you coming out of a battle with scratches and wounds all over you.
this time he wasn't going to see you giving him a sheepish smile and frowning instantly when he says that you're weak.
this time he wasn't going to hear you giving off a snarky comment and telling you that everything went well as you knew it would.
this time, he wasn't going to see you ever.
gojo wasn't one to cry. he wasn't one to ball his eyes out when someone dies. he has seen enough tragedies that would make him immune to all of this.
“even the strongest can be weak sometimes, gojo.”
“tch, you always liked being wise, huh?" and if his blindfold had small, wet patches of tears on them, gojo preferred to keep the fact to himself.
sometimes it's tiring to be the strongest.
“nanamin, i had fun.”
those were the last words you told him after mahito proceeded to kill you.
he already had a fair share of deaths that he had seen and grieved for before. and for the first time, he never once thought he'd be able to experience it again.
but what shocked him the most was that he had to witness yours.
nanami always told himself that if he were to die, he'd die with no regrets. and the only thing that he'd regret is not being able to go on a nice vacation in malaysia.
he had once told you about that little plan of his. and without a second thought you instantly told him that you'd like to go with him. and that's when malaysia became your plan together.
that was, until now.
he's not one to cry. it wasn't that he was heartless. but maybe it's because he knew that tears wouldn't do anything to bring you back anymore.
did he blame himself? of course he did. despite his calm appearance, so many what if's ran through his mind. what if he had gotten to you sooner? what if he died instead of you? what if you had survived?
after seeing you give him that look in your eyes — the look of relief and peace and sadness, malaysia didn't sound as appealing as he thought it would've been now.
all your plans to go on vacation went out the window the second you were killed.
and nanami hated the fact that he couldn't save you. though he knew that you would've hated for him to put his life out on the line for you, in his mind he wouldn't ever regret if he did.
sighing, nanami would look at his watch, the same one you had gifted to him once itadori had called out to him.
“i'm going overtime again.” he sighs, “work is shit.”
but now it's even shittier without you.
it seemed that bad luck was always with him.
even when he left the godforsaken zenin clan, the world still seemed to give toji a handful of unfortunate events.
the one time— the ONE fucking time he actually found happiness and tranquility, was snatched away from him before he could even fully accept it.
you were so good, so pure, so gentle and delicate in his hands that toji could not even believe that someone like you could even love someone like him.
damaged. broken. unloved. unappreciated.
he was so used to being look at with disgust, disappointment and hostility.
but you? you looked at him with so much adoration. so much amazement as if he just grabbed a star from the sky and gave it to you.
toji felt like he didn't deserve any of that look. any of the gentle touches and sweet words of encouragement you gave him. he felt so unworthy.
yet you proved to him that he's more than enough. that he deserves to be loved and cared for too. that he's more than what his shitty clan kept telling him.
and god, did toji want to believe you. in fact, he was starting to.
his nightmares began to lessen. and he was starting to open up to you. the days came easier and the night have gone kinder to him.
all because of you.
“maybe i do deserve this.” he thought.
he was starting to believe it. he really did. and the moment you two had a son together, toji thought that maybe, just maybe, this would all work out after all.
but then it all came crashing down.
little megumi was at your friend's house for the day so you could be able to rest. being a new parent was exhausting after all. and toji did his best to help you around.
it was another successful deal for him, but other than that, toji wanted to tell you how he plans on finally quitting his days as an assassin. maybe take up a normal office job or become your very own househusband.
the thought had made him chuckle. especially since he imagined himself wearing the apron you once bought him.
but the moment he stepped foot in your home, toji immediately felt that something wasn't right.
“Y/N? I'm home, baby, where are you?” you didn't respond.
toji thought that maybe you were sleeping. you were a heavy sleeper after all.
at least that's what toji wanted to believe.
but the moment he stepped closer to the master's bedroom, the rancid smell of blood immediately hit his nostrils and the raven-haired assassin quickly barged inside the door.
only to see you in your bed, covered in your own blood, and barely breathing.
toji didn't even waste his time to rush over to you, scanning your body, your injury, everything.
“i don't know what happened... something was in here.” you'd tell him and toji already knew it was the doing of a curse.
he tried to tell you he'd call an ambulance but it was you who stopped him and shook your head, as if you already knew it was far too late.
“you were the best thing that ever happened in my life, toji. i wish i could've stuck around longer.”
“and you will, let's just go to the hospital, baby, okay? megumi would be upset with me if you left me with him.”
“he already looks so much like you, my love. he reminds me so much of you.”
no, no, no. please, please don't take her away from me.
“i love you so much, toji...”
“take care of megumi, okay?”
those were your last words to him. it rang in his head so many times that even if he silently cried that day, holding your delicate hand in his, toji could still hear your final words.
it felt like a blur after that. the house was silent. it was empty. it was lifeless. no one was singing in the kitchen anymore. no one was welcoming him with homecooked food. no one was going to kiss the scar on his lips.
his moments of peace were gone just like that. taken away from him before he even had the chance to relish the only good thing in his life.
“maybe i don't deserve it after all.”
he had no choice. he had to do it.
geto looked at the blood on his hands. your blood, to be specific. he could still hear your pleas and screams for him to stop and that he was scaring you.
but he still ended up snatching your life as if he was god.
don't get him wrong, geto loved you very much. you two met since you were kids, became the best of friends and soon enough, lovers.
you trusted geto with everything in your life and you liked to think he trusted you too. you gave him all of your firsts after all. your first date, first hug, first kiss, first time. at one point, both of your parents thought you'd get married one day. and at one point, you wanted it to be the case.
but then the incident happened.
you knew geto out of everyone he ever associated himself with. at least that's what you thought. the moment you made your way inside his home, you could already sense the tense atmosphere inside.
you thought maybe something happened at jujutsu tech. you didn't know much about it— sorcerers and all considering you're a non-shaman but you did your best to wrap your head around it since geto is a sorcerer himself.
though it all happened very fast. the drops of blood on his dress shirt, his little speech about non-shaman and monkeys. his parents. getting rid of curses and all that. it scared you. it scared you immensely. it was like he wasn't the same geto you met.
or maybe this was the real geto and you're just finding out now.
you always tried to avoid the thought of how you would die. you didn't want to think of dying because of a freak accident or dying because of an illness because the truth was, the idea of death scared you.
but you had no idea you'd be dying at the hands of the person you love.
as your lifeless body lied there beside geto, eyes open with no light in them anymore, he would caress your cold cheek gently. he was sad, of course he was sad. you were the love of his life after all.
“but i can't afford to have a monkey beside me anymore.” he would whisper to you and carefully closed your eyes.
maybe deep down geto did feel some sort of remorse for killing you.
after all, you two had always been so close. shared such a deep profound trust with each other.
who would've thought he'd be the one to end your life?
and maybe, just maybe, he did cry. maybe he did mourn the death of his love. maybe at one point, he wished he kept you by his side and ignore the fact that you were a non-shaman.
but what's done is done, and the only way is forward.
the only thought he has in his mind is to break the news of your death to your parents.
but not to worry, they'd be joining you soon enough.
how. dare. you.
how dare you oppose against the king of curses? out of everyone you could've challenged, you chose him?
how stupidly bold of you.
you should be lucky he even bat his eye on you, considered you worthy enough to keep him company.
you should be lucky he didn't slaughter you the way he slaughtered the rest of your village and the neighboring villages next to yours.
you should be lucky he even thought you're pleasing to look at considering you're just a lowly piece of human meat.
you should be lucky you're under his protection. his and only his to keep. his own little doll to please him. his own little slave to serve him until the end of time.
so how dare you die without his permission?
how dare you get so reckless and be killed? how dare you leave him all lone in this wretched, boring world? didn't he tell you that you were to stand next to him once he conquered everything?
so how dare you die so suddenly? how dare you die at the hands of others?
sukuna wasn't devastated, no. in fact, he was annoyed. you were the only one who could cook well enough for him to actually enjoy the food he was eating. he found your singing annoying but overtime he actually grew fond of it. his temple seemed more lively when you sung.
he never saw you dance either. but the one time he did catch you, he had immediately demanded you give him a full performance while he sat atop his throne.
you were quite the entertainment for him.
you were also quite the minx. not only did you serve him in his daily life, you also served him whenever he felt that carnal desire pumping through his veins.
you were obedient. but only because you feared of what he'll do to you if you were to disobey him.
after all, you'd seen what he can do. and he would not hesitate to do it to you.
so when sukuna saw you lying in the ground, drowning in your own blood, he didn't know what to make of it. at first, he nudged you with his foot, demanded you get up on your feet.
but you didn't respond.
he called out your name but you were still silent.
he crouched down, gently patted your face but you still lied still on the ground.
“get up. get up right this instant, Y/N.” he demanded, uttering your name for the first time since he took you in.
“i said get up, don't make me repeat myself, brat. how dare you do this to me, your king?!”
but you were silent.
“very well then.”
that night, sukuna had asked someone to bury you. he didn't want to touch dirt, he said. you had gotten yourself killed, that was your own fault. he had no purpose for you anymore.
or at least that's what he liked to think.
when he had visited your grave, sukuna stood there silently, looking at the single flower perched atop your burial.
it was your favorite, you had once told him. and it was the only information about you that sukuna had remembered.
“i will find you again in your next life, peasant. i will make sure you will find yourself at my feet once more.”
“and once i find you, you will never leave me again. the world be damned.”
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