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family man | myg

➙ SUMMARY | Min Yoongi is a family man, there’s no doubt about it. But which family is the question: his crime ring, looking up to their Don? Or you, his wife and kids?

➙ PAIRING | Don!Yoongi x reader

➙ GENRE | The Godfather!AU, 1970s!AU, mafia!AU, angst, smut

➙ RATE | 18+

➙ WC | 6.8k

➙ VOCAB INDEX | these are terms used in old-school New York / within The Godfather in association with the Italian mafia that aren’t as common presently, which I employ in the fic.

Caporegime: a high ranking member of a crime family, usually directly under an Underboss or Don

Cold Coffee: bad luck

Consigliere: an advisor to a crime boss

Don: The head of a crime family

Family: the regular kind, but can also mean a crime ring

Sleeping with the fishes: dead

➙ A/N | PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ THIS! this has darker themes than any of my previous fics babes , make sure you're comfortable before you dive in.

— WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT —

➙ WARNINGS | violence, m*rder, mentions of blood, mentions of a drive-by, explicit gory scenes, mentions of disembodiment, some gory imagery, guns, shooting, descriptions of fear, immorality, misogyny, gender roles, weapons, toxic relationship / marriage dynamics, manipulation, intimidation, fear, gaslighting, he makes her cry, scare tactics, smoking a cigarette, gun play, ring play, face grabbing, manhandling, rough sex, fingering, hickies, slight dumbification, degradation, humiliation, taunting, use of ‘bitch’ & ‘whore’, daddy kink, threat of penetration with a foreign object, primal references, breeding kink

“IT’S THE NEXT big thing, Don Min. You invest now, and you’ll be reaping millions, just by the end of the month. Trust in the casino business, it’s the most reliable investment—besides brothels of course—” the man paused to titter at his joke, expecting to lighten the Don’s mood. But Yoongi’s face remained stoic as ever, piercing eyes and a head tilt his signature, “your grandchildren’s grandchildren will be set, I’ll tell ya.” 

There was a lull, silence meeting the man’s words. His excited proposition fell onto intimidating ears. Yoongi contemplated the man’s words with a hard-to-read expression. He was infamous for his poker face—the don’s steady demeanor, rarely fazed, was his signature. 

“It seems prosperable.” Yoongi said finally. The man before him physically relaxed, his tense shoulders loosening their iron grip. “What did I do to earn such a thoughtful gesture, Noto?” 

Noto laughed. “Is that a question? You’re my Don, of course. My first thought was to humbly ask for your support in this business endeavor.” He bowed his head, “I am grateful that you find value in my proposal.” 

Yoongi nods, a humorless puff of air leaving his mouth with a polite smile. He picked up the small glass of wine in front of him. “You’re right—and as your Don, I highly appreciate your respect. You know it carries weight with me.” He took a modest sip, slowly. He put his glass down, leaning back in his chair. “So forgive me if I’m a little confused as to why you already have a deal with Don Choi.” 

Noto was visibly frazzled at the confrontation. It was clear he didn’t think Don Min had any knowledge of his disloyalty—going behind his own Don’s back when he was approached by Choi’s people, after serving Don Min so loyally for so many years. Noto only wondered if the Don had any knowledge of the other deal between him and Choi…

The room tensed around Noto, pressure in the air building and pushing against his body. He loosened his necktie, finding oxygen hard to come by. His eyes darted between the caporegimes in the room, hesitantly landing back across the table. “Don Min, forgive me. But you know it’s just business, huh? Come on, you know me.” His intention is friendly, but his undertones panicked. “I’d never do anything to jeopardize your friendship. It was just, ah… bit of smart accounting, that’s all.” 

Yoongi nodded in understanding. “I see.” His hands clasped on the table as he leaned his weight forward. He shrugged. “It’s just business.” Noto nodded, keeping a nervous eye out for the other men in the room. “Of course, Don.” 

“Well, then,” Yoongi stretched his hand out—Noto flinched before he realized the absence of a threat—”count me in.” Yoongi’s expression was polite, with no hint of a smile or inviting gestures, but it was personal in a distinct Yoongi-like manner.

Noto let out a sigh of relief, reaching over vivaciously to shake the Don’s generously offered hand. “Thank you, sir. You won’t regret this, believe me.” 

Yoongi let the man clasp his ringed finger with both of his hands, shaking his appreciation. He nodded benevolently, patting Noto’s head. “I’m sure I won’t.” 

Noto bowed his head again to the Don, taking his cue to depart. He bid farewell to the other men in the room, nodding his head one by one—to Jung Hoseok’s handsomely stern pout, sat at Min Yoongi’s right hand; to Kim Namjoon’s stone cold expression, the Don’s consigliere; and finally to the youngest associate in the room, Jeon Jungkook. The Don’s newest recruit. Noto knew the boy well, having crossed paths with him at the house and the Don’s office, and never missed a chance to haze him. 

He reached over to Jungkook easily—he was sat closest, to Noto’s right—with the full intention of ruffling his respectable hairstyle into one of disarray. But his hand didn’t touch a hair on Jungkook’s head before the shots left Yoongi’s gun, dropping Noto to the floor. 

The body fell with a thud, chairs screeching against the tile floor as the weight pushed them away. Jungkook’s vest had caught a small splatter of blood, but the boy was quick to retrieve a small solution of laundry detergent from his inner pocket, dabbing at the fabric. 

Yoongi passed the gun to Hoseok, retrieving a handkerchief in return. “Shame. He was useful.” He wiped his hands clean, back to prim and proper, as always. “Traitorous bastard,” Namjoon spat. The blood pooled out of Noto’s body as the men all made to stand up. 

Yoongi didn’t spare a single glance down as he stepped over the body with his shiny leather shoes, shoes crisp to the ground as he carried on. “Find out who his contacts were. The proposition was good—he was onto something. And I’ll be damned if I let Choi get a hold of it first.” 

“Sure,” Hoseok was careful not to get any blood on his new, imported suit as he stepped around the body. “But how eager do you think they’ll be to switch? Surely that greasy Choi’s got ‘em under his protection.” 

Yoongi pushed his slicked hair back. “Make ‘em an offer they can’t refuse.” 

“Papa!” 

The front door closing shut was followed immediately by two loud screeches and two pairs of small footsteps running to greet him.

“I missed you, papa.” Your daughter’s hands reached up as high as they could go, fingers wiggling to be picked up. His son was crowding his legs, next to his daughter, trying to talk over her. Yoongi scooped her in one fell swoop, but his eyes looked past the kids—and he saw you. 

You were in the kitchen with your apron on—tell-tale signs of the dinner he missed. You were busy with the dishes, but the sound of the door made you look up, spotting your husband for the first time that day. 

He saw the way you dropped your gaze immediately. How you busied yourself, feigning distraction in an effort to fend his eyes off. He could see the pout you wore deepening at his presence, a scowl forming as a result. Aimed at him—your husband who missed dinner. 

“Dad, look what I made,” your son was vying for his attention, eager to show him his paper mache airplane.

Yoongi tore his gaze away, turning his attention back to his children. “Show me how it works, bud…”

Your drawer door slammed shut. “You’re always sorry, Yoongi. I don’t need your sorries.” Your robe moved as you turned around. “I need you to be here.” 

“I know.” His hands landed on your arms, rubbing comfortingly as he tried to catch your angry gaze at the floor, ducking his head. His sleeves were rolled up, his forearms on display, as he pulled you into his embrace, landing a kiss to the top of your head. Your arms stayed crossed, even as your cheek was pressed to his chest. “I’m sorry, baby. You know I don’t want to, but sometimes life’s some cold coffee. It’s for the prot—” 

“For the protection of the family. I know.” Yoongi was slightly taken aback by how you finished his sentence; even more so when you continued. “‘For the good of the family, for the protection of the family. I do everything for the family.’ I’ve heard it all, Yoongi.” You pulled away from his embrace, uncrossing your arms only to press your palms into his chest, and away. You retreated to the other side of the room, your back turned to him as you sat on the bed.

It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when you and Yoongi hardly went a moment without seeing each other, buzzing with longing if you two were separated. Before the kids, and the big house. Before the long work hours and closed doors. Before the secrets, and his rise to the role of Don. Before his father’s death. 

Yoongi was a different person back then, full of ambition and a hunger for honest-to-god, good living. He was on track to become a lawyer, or a senator. Something respectable. As the youngest of the family, this was never supposed to be his role—the head of the family would’ve always gone to his older brother when the previous Don’s time had passed. The plan was for Yoongi to lead an honest life. 

But he was a family man at heart. Showed up for his family when his brother was gunned down; comforted his grieving mother when his father passed of a heart attack. He stepped up, and assumed his responsibility. But along the way, that hunger and passion turned cold, and pivoted towards a more ruthless and unforgivable way of life. 

Though young when he’d been anointed don, he was smart; cunning. He gained respect and gathered power and influence faster than anyone had ever heard of. He was too good at his job, you always feared. And today, it was just dinner—but it’d build up, higher and higher until you were looking up at the man on a pedestal too high for you to touch. You could feel the Yoongi you once knew slipping away through your fingertips. 

“I saw the paper today.” Your voice was heavy after the lull of silence that had settled over the room. “You did it, didn’t you?” 

“You’re going to have to be more specific, sweetheart.” Yoongi sighed. 

“The newsboy, dead on Broad street. They said he got caught in a crossfire, but I know a drive-by when I see one. I heard Hoseok mention Broad street the other day, and—” you took a deep breath to calm your rising chest. “It was you, wasn’t it.” 

“Haven’t I told you not to ask about my work?” Yoongi’s voice had slipped into warning, a sigh on the tip of his tongue. 

But you didn’t stop. “You gave the order, Yoongi. To kill that boy. I don’t care what your excuse was, he saw something, he heard something. You came home … that night , and put our son to sleep with his blood on your hands, I—” a sob chokes you, your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You don’t want the kids to hear. 

“Stop it.” He crosses the room to you, pulling your hand away from your mouth. A sob breaks through, and he brushes a tear away with his thumb as he caresses your face. “I said stop,” he commanded. And you swallow the next sob—with nothing muffling you, the sounds could easily travel under the door and into your childrens’ rooms.  

Yoongi sighs and shakes his head, as if your reaction was an inconvenience. “I told you not to ask about my work.” His fingers slip away from your face, out of his caress. He sits down next to you purposefully, tilting your tear-stained face towards him. “But just this once. Okay?” 

You swallow, but the lump in your throat doesn’t go away. You’re scared for the whisper to leave your mouth, scared of his answer. But you have to know. “W-was it you?” 

He doesn’t break your eye contact, but his expression is unreadable. You search for any inkling, any hint. But he awards you none—it was his forte. After a few long, excruciating seconds, he answers you in a soft, firm, steady voice. “No.” 

You search his eyes for any other answer, any rogue feeling gone awry. But there isn’t any. You fall into his embrace in relief, unable to prevent your hiccuping cry. 

“Sh,” he pats your head. His voice is soft as he wipes the tears silently falling from your eyes. “Hey now, you’re alright. We’re alright.” He’s hugging you as her sobs shake your body, allowing yourself to be coddled and calmed by him. He was always a rock—a steady sangfroid against an ever volatile world.

“Please stop working so much.” You sniffle, looking up at him. “What’s the point of family if we don’t ever see you.” Your voice is tiny, but he hears. “One dinner. That’s all I want.” 

He looks down at you, his lips shifting into a soft smile. He kisses the top of your forehead. “How’s tomorrow?” 

The office blinds are open, allowing for a shutter of light to drift in. Lamps are lit around the room, illuminating the presence of the caporegimes and consigliere seated purposefully. 

“The Kangs are one of the oldest families in New York. We should be able to trust them.” Hoseok argued. 

“The way Don Kim was able to trust them?” Namjoon shot back. They all knew what had happened to the Kim family—the old Don was shot in a drive-by by a car notably driven by the Kang family. No one was able to prove it, the oldest son, Seokjin, assuming power soon after. Seokjin had proven to be a strategist, focusing all of his efforts on moving out west and relocating his family to profit from a more authentic enterprise, cutting crime out almost entirely from the family. He’d gotten his revenge in the end, though. In the form of Kang’s youngest son’s head delivered to him on a shiny platter. 

“They wouldn’t dare try anything at a meeting on our ground, not even a piece on ‘em.” Hoseok countered, but Yoongi held his hand up, silencing the room. 

“Namjoon’s right. They can’t be trusted.” Namjoon smirked smugly. “But we can’t outright refuse a meeting. It’s a show of disrespect. We’ll send people to meet ‘em somewhere public, at a restaurant full of civilians and shit. It’s safer.” 

Hoseok nodded, turning to signal another man, who left the room promptly to carry out the don’s instructions. 

Yoongi turned his attention to the next matter, facing Hoseok. “Did you take care of that newsboy problem?” 

“Of course, sir. He’s sleeping with the fishes.” Hoseok confirmed. “I’ve got the package we intercepted safely hidden.” 

Yoongi nodded thoughtfully. “Good. And, hey. Be more careful next time, huh? Yn saw the papers, and heard you mention Broad street. I don’t need her or anyone else asking questions.” 

“He was in a rush to get home that day, sir.” Namjoon had a hint of a smile on his face, much to Hoseok’s chagrin. “His wife was ovulating.” The room broke into soft chuckles, the men’s shoulders shaking silently with laughter. Yoongi rolled his eyes. 

“Regardless,” Hoseok interrupted. “Those damn Amatas never knew what hit ‘em.” 

“Serves them right, pushing our borders like that,” Namjoon riles up. He leans forward, “I mean, what did they think—” 

“It’s bullshit,” Hoseok agreed.” 

“They’ve been eyeing our business for a while now.” Park Jaisang, a senior caporegime to the don, chimed in. “It looks like they want to use their Transport connections to somehow overtake our business by controlling our intake of goods. 

“I’ll tell you what. They can take their transport connections, and shove ‘em up where—” Namjoon was in the middle of making a fist with his hands and pounding it in an obscene manner when Jaisang interrupted. 

“Anyways, we’ll have to push back. Protect our goods without interfering with their business. Otherwise we lose our connection.” 

“Well what if we…” Hoseok started, and the room fell into discussion. Heavy “No fucking way”s and “Forget about it!”s followed almost every proposition. 

Yoongi sat quietly, thinking. The men, running through and out of ideas, turned to their don, asking for his thoughts. Park Jaisang spoke, “There doesn’t seem to be a viable way to go about pushback without losing our transport connection.”

Yoongi was quiet for several moments, his head tilting to the side as he pondered. The room fell silent as his low voice arose. “Then we’ll have to take it over.” 

More silence followed his words. They all look at the don in shock. Jaisang was the one to voice their concerns, “It’s a big operation, Don Min. Bigger than we’ve handled before.” 

Yoongi leans forward in his chair, using his hands as sound actions as he talks, pointing to various sports on the desk as he lists, “With their business, we could control all of New York’s shipments. We wouldn’t have to rely on anyone else.” His voice is calm, deep. As though he wasn’t just outlining a plan to overthrow one of the biggest shipping companies on the East coast. Almost as though he was just discussing the weather. 

“Yes, but we’re not equipped for it.” Namjoon reminded, raising an important point. 

“So. We’re going to get equipped.” His voice was definitive, uninviting to debate. The room fell into another lull as understanding dawned on the men—Yoongi’s plans for the operation were bigger than any of them knew until now. The young Don was hungry, and he had the ambition to chase it. 

“Well, we’d have to start with…” They launched into logistics immediately, taking the boss’ command and running with it, like proper caporegimes. 

Through the discussion, Jeon Jungkook had quietly gained the don’s ear, to his left, “Excuse me, Don. You told me to notify you at 7:00 PM.” 

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why? What’s at 7 PM?” 

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Your family dinner, sir.” 

Fuck. Yoongi glanced up at the grandfather clock in his office. Sure enough, The clock was soon to strike 7, giving him thirty minutes to get back to the house in time to sit down for family dinner. Though, the lively discussion taking place wasn’t about to end soon. They were launching a full-scale operation. It needed time, planning. It needed his full attention. 

You’d have to understand. 

“Thank you, Jeon. Carry on.” 

The moment he steps into your bedroom, he knows how this is going to go. 

You don’t look at him when he calls out a greeting, eyes pointedly focused on your book. He silently scoffs, shaking his head as he goes to hang his suit jacket up in the closet. A row of neatly folded clothes and freshly pressed shirts greet him—fruits of your labor today. 

“You missed dinner.” Yoongi rolls his eyes. He can probably guess your dialogue word for word. You missed dinner, how could you, you promised, you work too much. He sighs, rolling his sleeves up. He’s in the mood, not after the day he’s had. 

But you go on, as if on cue. “You promised.”

He knows you have a right to be upset, but hadn’t you two had this conversation, at least a hundred times, before? You knew his excuses, as he knew your nags. You knew he was at work, and that he would get caught up sometimes. He was a Don, for chrissake.. 

Women. Only concerned with their dinners and clothes. Throwing a temper tantrum when their husbands get caught up with real business. So busy spending his money you don’t care what it takes to earn it. So busy raising his kids you don’t know what it takes to keep them safe. 

“Now you’re not even going to talk to me?” Your voice drifts through his tired, irritated mind, just begging to be disciplined. The lack of respect you have for him as a wife is jarring. If a husband were to come home, exhausted after a long day, his wife is supposed to first greet him, preferably with food. She’s supposed to let him relax, put the kids to bed, and shut the fuck up while he unwinds, to award him some peace and quiet. 

She isn’t supposed to run her mouth. Like a filthy brat.

“Yoongi—” 

“Stop it.” He turned around, his gaze sharp on your thin slip, barely covering you up. “I mean it.” 

“We need to talk—” 

He strides towards the bed, footsteps loud on the wooden floor as makes his way to the dresser next to you, roughly pulling his necktie off with a warning evident in his eyes. “Shut up.” His voice is dangerously low and steady; the calm before the storm. 

You look back at him with your bottom lip threatening to jut out, like a child throwing a tantrum. Your brows are furrowed, your gaze indignant. Several moments pass as you stare at him, contemplating whether or not to open your mouth. You seem to be weighing the consequences. But your grievances win out in the end; you cross your arms over your chest, an attempt to look strong, but it only displays how weak the wall you’d put up was. 

“You parade around like a family man,” you taunt with a precarious voice, “But you’re a fake, Min Yoongi. A poser and a fake.” 

The thread keeping his composure together was thin to begin with, but with your perfectly targeted words, it snaps like a weak twig. He reaches over, easily grabbing your arm. Your eyes widen, darting to his hand, but quickly back to his face—anticipating his next move. 

He leans close, “And you’re the perfect mother? You’re a princess,” he spits, “sitting here at home all day, wearing pretty little dresses and decorating our baby’s room with bows and frills. But you want me to be a family man. You want me to sit at home playing dress up with you?” He grabs your face. “You wanna have quiet family dinners while bullets fly through our window? Because I was at home playing house? Because my wife threw a temper tantrum?” 

The whimper you let out is outside of your control, but it only makes Yoongi’s fingers tighten into your cheeks. “Who’s going to protect you when you’re out spending my money, huh? Who’s going to put a roof over your head, or food in your fridge?” He’s getting closer with each syllable—you can feel the spit flying everywhere, drops hitting your skin. He’s a breadth away from your lips when he says, “Who’s going to fuck those babies into you, the ones you wanted so badly?” His eyes are dark as he tilts his head, trailing his breath up your jawline. “Who’s going to pump you full of their cum, impregnate you like the bitch you are?” Blood is pounding in your ears, your breathing uneven as you try to hold perfectly still. 

He pushes you away, the force making you fall back into the bed. Your heart is racing, beating loudly from the intimate moment he just broke. Straightening up, he looks at your pitiful figure, “The disrespect you show me, when I’m all that stands between you and a bullet in your head.” He tsks, looking down disappointedly. “You have no idea what it takes. But I’m about to teach you, sweetheart.” 

He grabs your hand without looking at you, making your book fall from your lap as he pulls you off of the bed to follow him. Your breath is caught in your throat as you follow behind the man, weaving you through the house, and out the kitchen door into the backyard. You don’t realize your destination until he tugs you into the stand-alone garage, and locks the door behind you. 

He leaves you standing there, taking lazy steps around, as he lights his cigarette. The silence is eerie as he puffs, tucking his hand into his pocket and turning around to face you. He looks you up and down, standing meekly at the entrance with only your slip gown. He was in almost his full suit,  suspenders and all—he’d only gotten as far as taking off his jacket before…

He ends the staring contest with your body, leaning back against the garage wall nonchalantly. “Pick it up.” He nods over at the gun laying on the table in front of you. You take one look at the intimidating thing, and back up, where a target lay ahead of you—what the men used for practice—and your head whips back to him. 

“Pick it up.” He repeats, calm as ever, inhaling more smoke. Though his tone wasn’t turbulent, it awarded you with no room to argue—he isn’t going to ask again. 

Hesitantly, you reach a shaky hand out, feeling the cool metal under your touch as your hand wrapped around the gun. You’re sure you’re holding it wrong when you lift it up, surprised at the weight—it’s heavier than it looks. You turn it over in your hand, examining it up close. There was always a distance between you and guns, whether it was in someone else’s hand, or laying around in a room you never entered. This was the first time you had a good look at the deadly weapon. It wasn’t as scary up close. 

You feel Yoongi’s presence behind you before you hear it, his hand wrapping over yours. You look back, startled. “Put your finger here–like that—” he instructs, guiding your hands over the unfamiliar object. It’s slightly difficult when your body’s quivering, unaware of why he’s teaching you how to hold a gun. 

“Good.” He praises once you get a good hold. He reaches over you, his body pressing into your back, enveloping you entirely, to retrieve the bullets out of a drawer. And a second gun. 

“This is how you load ‘em.” His fingers work quickly, the gun clicking in the fearful silence you’re standing in. Once the barrel closes shut, he shows it to you. Leaning into your ear, over your shoulder, he nods at the gun in your hand, “Don’t worry, yours is already loaded.” 

You almost drop the gun in fright, your hand suddenly running cold. It suddenly feels as though the hand holding the gun didn’t belong to you, like its master was extracorporeal, simply attached to your body. But it wasn’t an alien presence—it was just Yoongi, holding the strings like a puppet master. 

“Stand here,” he grips your shoulders, moving you roughly to stand further back, directly in front of the makeshift target. His fingers run down your dominant arm, sending a warm sensation through your body. Once he reaches your wrist, he guides it upwards, making you point the barrel of the gun at the target. “Put your finger on the trigger.” 

Your heart starts beating rapidly in your chest, and you start to shake. He isn’t really going to make you go through with this? “Yoongi—” 

He doesn’t have patience, cutting off your sentence with an exasperated sigh and moving your finger over the trigger himself. “Fucks sake.” Tears well up in your eyes as your breathing is irregulated.

“Now, you wanted me to come home, so you have to protect the family.” His voice is low, his mouth pressed to your ear. “Shoot.” 

Your hand is shaking way too much, you have to support it with your other hand, grabbing it by the wrist. You shake your head, “Yoongi, I can’t—”

 “You can demand shit from me but you can’t pull a trigger?” He scoffs, holding you tightly at the waist to make sure you can't move away. Your eyes are teary when you shake your head, and he tsks. “Maybe you need a little motivation.” 

You hear the clicking of the gun behind you before you can register the feel of the cold metal pressed to your temple. On the other end of Yoongi’s hand is the barrel of his gun, pressing into you with a threatening force. His voice is steady as rock when he breathes, “Shoot.” 

Fear pierces through your heart, and your breath stops. Your tears break through the dam, running down your face as you silently weep. You’re afraid to make a sound, unsure of what’ll set off the precarious trap. You choke back sobs as you silently plead to Yoongi, hoping he’ll somehow understand. No such luck.

“Either you shoot, or I shoot.” Yoongi delineates. You chance a look at him, your eyes darting to his face—he’s stone cold. Not a hint of warmth to reassure you. You’ve seen this Yoongi before—the ruthless don who made difficult decisions. But you never thought you’d be on the other end of his gun. 

You wanted to believe your husband was a good man—that he’d never even consider blowing a hole through his wife, leaving his children motherless. You wanted to believe that he was a family man at heart, and that the softness you once saw in him was still alive. But deep down, you’d long accepted that the man you’d agreed to marry was gone. You didn’t know what this man was truly capable of. 

Maybe it’d never be a bullet in your head, but this was a test regardless—an allegory. Adrenaline shoots through your heart as you promise to yourself repeatedly that you’d never disobey him again. And you couldn’t now, either. 

You shut your eyes tightly as your hands tremble, but you tighten them further around the gun, lest you cause an accident with your unsteadiness. You send a small prayer up to the heavens before finding the trigger with your index finger. A sob breaks out of your chest, and the bullet leaves the gun in the time it took for a single tear drop to leave your ducts. 

The loud unexpected sound startles you, and amplifies this moment, the kickback even worse. You drop the gun immediately, not at all concerned about where the bullet landed on the target. You turn around to find refuge, sobbing as you throw yourself into Yoongi’s chest. Your whole body shakes as you grasp his shirt tightly with your fists, looking for something to hold you up before you collapse to your knees. 

“I can’t, Yoongi. I’m sorry,” you blubber, “I’m so sorry, please don’t make me do that again. I’m sorry—” 

Yoongi’s hand strokes your head as he shushes you. “Hey, it’s okay. Sh, baby, you don’t have to do it again.” He holds you close, safe. You nod as your shaking body winds down to a quiver, clutching Yoongi like a lifeline. He tilts your head up and makes your tear-stained face look at him, and the cold, soulless eyes you’d seen before were replaced with a soft look. He wiped your tear away with his thumb, and you leaned your cheek into his hand, a calming feeling meeting your veins for the first time that night. 

Until, “But you still disrespected me, didn’t you?”

You look at him with wide, teary eyes, wondering what fate would befall you next. You nod meekly. 

“What kind of husband would I be if I let that behavior fly, hm?” You want to point that he didn’t let it fly, that the reasons for your tears right now had to do with him not letting you get away with it. But you keep your mouth shut. 

His hand trails down your night slip, taunting the thin fabric. You let out a gasp when he reaches your core, a criminal smirk ghosting onto his lips. You feel his fingers pressing into you through the fabric, the indent of his rings making it clear. “You deserve to be punished, right?” 

You nod again without much thought, bowing your head. He has a right to punish you, you’d spoken much too boldly. A mistake you now have to pay for. 

“That’s what I fucking thought.” 

You suddenly find yourself clutching to his bicep for dear life as he pushes you backwards, towards the table in the center of the garage. Hoisting you up, he’s quick to tug your nightgown up roughly, surely ripping some of the seams. His tongue peeks out at the sight of your panties, running over his lips salaciously. “Whatcha put all the bows and frills on for? For me?” His hand runs up your thigh, and he leans closer over you. “Wanted to surprise your husband?” 

You gulp with a weak nod, now feeling pathetic about your earlier excitement. “So you do have a semblance of what it means to be a wife.” His fingers explore your garment, finding a protruding wetness seeping through. You burn in shame as his fingers press into you through the fabric, shutting your eyes at the squishing sound beneath his hand. 

“Your body knows it belongs to me, huh?” He drawls, pushing his tongue into his cheek.You can’t handle the eye contact, looking away in humiliation. He takes your exposed neck as an opportunity, hungrily leaning in to take a bite. 

You whimper as his teeth sink into your skin, his breaths loud in your ear as sloppily tongues your neck. You start to squirm with the sensations running through your veins, but he holds you still. He’s engulfing you with his body, hands pinned to either side of you, leaving you trapped underneath him. Like a hunter, who’s ensnared his prey and begins to feast. 

A tearing sound breaks through the room, the scraps of your panties throw over Yoongi’s shoulder as the culprit. He doesn’t pay any attention to your surprised face, just takes advantage of the new exposure and immediately cups your heat. His fingers run over your folds, like he was feeling them out—like you were his property, and he was doing a routine check. But there was nothing routine about the way he started rubbing fervently, his rings dragging across your folds. 

Your legs started to shake in anticipation as he explored, teasing your clit and your opening. When he finally sunk his fingers in, it was embarrassingly easy—something Yoongi didn’t fail to notice. “Look at how you suck me in,” he taunts with a pretty smile, the devil behind it. “I own you.” 

You cry out as the ridges of his rings nudge against your entrance. It doesn’t deter Yoongi, fully pushing them in and filling you to the brim. The metal feels cool against your hot walls, and you can’t stop kicking your legs. 

“Quit it.” Yoongi huffs, snatching your legs up in one fell swoop and pushing you down on your back. He holds your legs to his chest with one hand as the other pumps your cunt, your slick making it an easy glide. “Fucking brat.”

Your legs are quivering in his grasp, but he doesn’t let up. His iron grip is strong as his fingers move quickly in and out of your cunt. Your squishy walls are unaccustomed as the protruding rings penetrate you in invasive ways. You know one of them has his family emblem engraved into the metal—it’s like he’s branding you on the inside, too. A stamp to make sure you belonged to Don Min. 

His thrusts are ruthless, two fingers opening you up. You constrict around him, can’t help the way the metal makes you feel. You feel your end approaching quickly, not sure how much more of this stimulation you can take. “Yoongi, please, I-I’m—” 

He must’ve guessed the end of your sentence because he immediately pulls his fingers out, ignoring your cries as he wipes the essence on your slip with a sneer, soiling your clothes. He doesn’t have a care in the world about how hard you’re going to have to scrub tomorrow to wash it out. It’s not his problem. 

“This bratty shit, it never ends.” He scoffs, pushing your legs away from him aggressively. “Entitled as fuck.” You open your mouth, desperate to wail ‘no, i can be good! I promise!’, but he interrupts you first. 

“First it was the disrespect, and now this.” He shakes his head, his hands falling to something behind you. “You need to start taking me more seriously.” 

You don’t know how to tell him you do respect him, you already take the dangerous man seriously. You want to vouch for yourself, beg for him to see how good of a wife you were. Good and quiet, you can do that. But once you see what he’s retrieved in his hand, you’re shut silent. 

“See, baby, my job is very dangerous.” He moves the loaded gun, nudging your knees open with it. You see it all in slow motion as he moves towards your center. “More than I think you understand.” You choke back a gasp as you feel the barrel brush against your folds, afraid to take a breath. 

“Because I’d do anything to protect you. Because I love you,” he’s leaning in, his voice hushed with a hard edge as he brushes his lips against your ear. “But you can’t even appreciate that.” Your breath is shaky as he moves your head to look at him. “Can you?” You can’t focus on his words, too busy fearing for your life as the cold metal is pressed against you. You feel your entrance clenching tightly, preparing for the penetration. But it never comes. 

You nod, answering his question. “I respect you, Yoongi. I’m sorry.” You hold on to those words like a lifeline, hoping they’re the right ones. Several moments pass as Yoongi lets you marinate in the tense moment, unsure of where your fate lies. But he gives you a small nod of affirmation, disengaging the gun and throwing it to the side. You let out a big sigh of relief, dizzy with anticipation. 

Yoongi rolls his sleeves up, evidently not done with teaching you a lesson. “Who am I, baby?” His use of a pet name is laced with irony as he roughly tugged you closer by your legs. The jingle of his belt and zipper filled the room as Yoongi dropped his pants, wrapping your legs around his waist, his endgame evident. 

“My don,” you whisper, eyes avoiding his, and instead glued to the intimidating girth he’d just pulled out. His ringed hand wraps around it, pumping himself a few times, clearly satisfied with your answer. He is your don first. 

He nudges your entrance, “And what else am I?” 

You don’t have the chance to respond as he pushes in, crying out with the stretch of his cock. The rings are one thing—a new sensation. But nothing can top the feeling of Yoogi’s dick breaking you in two. 

His hand wraps around your face, pushing your mouth open with two fingers as he repeats himself. “What am I, sweetheart?”

“Daddy!” You cry, shaking as he impales you. He leans in close as he bottoms out, licking a stripe up your chin to find your mouth. He spits a glob of saliva into your open and awaiting hole, relishing in the way you swallow it down immediately, sticking your tongue out to show him it was all gone. 

“That’s right, I’m daddy.” He growls, picking up the pace. He holds you steady as he wreaks havoc on your battered cunt, making you take it. “I’m your family man. I’m daddy. Don’t forget it.” 

You give a weak nod, the best you can do in your state. Your hole is trying to adjust to the feeling of his cock after the cold sensations it was previously exposed to. But the way he ruthlessly moves his hips, slapping into you with each thrust, makes it more difficult. The power imbalance was clear, seeping in from your life. 

“Gonna fuck a baby into you,” he pants, driving his hips into yours, penetrating deeply. “It’s all you’re good for.” The way you tightly clench around him is outside of your control, and so is the moan you let out. There’s nothing more you want in life than to carry his children. 

“P-Please, daddy.” You beg, grasping at his shirt, hoping your need comes across. He reads your desperation like a book, feels how you pull him closer with your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“Yeah? Wanna carry my kids?” He quickens his pace and you know he’s close. What you don’t know is that he’s been edging himself the entire time, waiting for the moment he’d be able to empty his balls into your cunt. “Want me to fuck you stupid and get you pregnant again?” 

“Please, please,” you chant, dying to feel his seed fill you up. “I want your babies, Don Min. Please.” 

“Fuck, you’re a perfect little whore.” He kisses you roughly as he nears his end, rutting into you inhumanly as he builds himself up to his climax. It’s all tongue and teeth, your body jostling, as he claims your mouth as his. He stakes his claim in your pussy next, filling your womb to the brim with his cum as he reaches his peak. He lets out an animalistic grunt as he empties himself, lazily rutting and working himself through it. 

His head is thrown back and he looks like a god, damp hair sticking to his forehead, eyes shut, mouth open. The light behind him gives him a halo, topping the picturesque moment that you’d store away in your brain forever. 

He pulls himself out after riding his peak, pushing his hair back and pulling his pants up promptly, re-buckling his belt. He turns around, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting it, letting out a puff to the side, giving you a view of his side profile. He tucks the cigarettes back in his pocket, and without a second glance back, strides towards the door, walks out, and lets it close behind him. 

Left sitting on the table, his cum leaking out of you, you see the ruthless Don clearly now.

You now know that the newsboy had died by his hand.

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If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

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w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

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Watching

Summary; Peter isn’t a creep. He knows he isn’t a creep. But when it comes to you- he can’t help but forget about that.

Warnings; Watching- stalking almost, wrongful use of his spidey powers (tut tut spider man), oral- Fem!Masturbation, getting caught, overstimulation, Recieving (Mainly female).

It was awfully cold in New York. The sun had set a long time ago and the night had settled in, bringing a cold chill and light snow fall along with it. You’d say this was your favourite time of year had you not forgotten to bring your coat with you this morning; the polarity of how warm it was compared to now was shocking.

“-So we could like, totally go see that when it comes out in cinemas,” MJ turns to you, walking backwards as the two of you exit the lecture hall in the media building of NYU. You can already feel the chill of the air outside without even being down the steps to the main lobby yet- possibly because so many people are leaving around this time, desperate to go home to their warm beds or whatnot- and the doors have constantly been open.

You nod your head, adjusting your tote over your shoulder and descending the steps that open up into the main hall.

There’s a few people littered about, some in groups, some stood alone.

You notice him, stood over by the bottom of the stairs. He’s got his earphones in, slightly hunched over with his backpack barely hanging onto his left shoulder. He hasn’t seen you yet- as a matter of a fact, he hasn’t even looked up from his phone yet.

Peter Parker was a strange man. He didn’t have many friends, other than you and MJ and Ned- although Ned wasn’t around as often as you would have liked after high school. It had crossed your mind plenty of times that if Ned hadn’t moved to Europe to study- peter wouldn’t have clung onto you and MJ like he had.

“Oh hey, it’s Peter.” MJ nudges you, smirk on her face as she calls out to him. A few heads in the lobby turn but you’re specifically watching his, the way he pulls a bud out of his ear, looking up the stairs that you’re coming down. He smiles at MJ and waves before his attention is on you, watching every step you take.

“He’s so gormless.” MJ mutters to you and you have to resist the urge to hit her.

That was the other thing you knew about Peter Parker. He had this strange obsession with you- according to everyone else, anyway. You couldn’t see it- because in your eyes he clung to MJ as much as he did you- but every time she pointed it out you couldn’t help but find yourself looking, just to make sure she wasn’t right.

So far, she wasn’t. You felt that he held that same appreciation to MJ just as much as he did you- especially since you thought that he had a crush on her at one point.

The both of you reach the bottom of the stairs, at which MJ and Peter do some weird fist-bump handshake thing as you stare on.

"Okay, let's go, because I'm starving," He finally says and you hear MJ agree, as they both begin to walk in front of you, talking about some nerdy stuff you wouldn't understand.

You're happy they leave you out of the conversation anyway, because it gives you more time to stare at the beautifulness of New York when it snowed. You couldn't have given less of a shit that it was light snow- because any snow made you all happy and giddy.

It's falling heavier now, yet bustles of people still gather on the sidewalk as if it's one of the sunniest days on earth. A dog trots by you, shaking off the snow on its back which flicks onto your leg, and its owner shoots you an apologetic smile as they carry on.

You reach the corner where you separate from MJ and Peter quicker than usual, but you leave it down to the fact that you've spent so much time zoning out watching the snow.

"Hey, are you not coming with us?" Peter's the one to ask, he and MJ stood in the middle of the sidewalk you're veering away from them, down the street that takes you towards your apartment.

You shake your head and MJ groans, throwing her head back before looking at you. "You're so boring." She throws, lifting her hand to give you the finger.

"I'm tired," you say, which is, in all honesty, true- you just can't be bothered being away from your bed anymore- especially after a day of sitting in those uncomfortable lecture hall chairs and MJ talking off your ear all day.

"Boohoo, stop crying about it and come get food," MJ demands, beckoning with a glare for you to join them on their side of the path.

You shake your head again, and as if your body was helping, a large yawn comes forward and out of your mouth. "M' going home. Goodnight guys."

MJ boos at you but turns, accepting your answer- sort of, whereas Peter stops and smiles at you.

"Get home safe." His voice is sincere, warm.

He's not like that with me, MJ's voice sounds in your head. You smile at him before he waves a final goodbye, turning and jogging to catch up with MJ.

-

By the time you’ve settled into your bed with your largest shirt on- you’re quite tired. Despite your obvious yearning for sleep, you turn your tv on and go straight to Netflix- choosing a show that you’ve had saved for ages but haven’t actually gotten around to watching.

You find out it’s actually quite boring. Like every other night, you end up picking up your phone, scrolling endlessly through tik tok until you will yourself to sleep.

Tonight, however, is different. You’re on the brink of sleep, so close, when a video pops up on your for you page that doesn’t quite belong there. A girl lip-syncs along to teachers pet by Melanie Martinez, the lighting red and all she has on is a skimpy outfit. Towards the end of the video, a hand reaches out and grasps at her throat, pulling her out of frame before the video ends. You watch it the first time in shock, and then the second time again out of curiosity- then jealousy- and then something else.

A tingle. Small, but noticeable. You wish it was you, in that video. You groan, not having the effort to do anything to yourself tonight and shut your phone off, chucking it beside you and turning over into your pillow more.

As you close your eyes, you imagine Peter. His hand, around your neck. Because now you think about it- you’ve noticed his hands. Always so veiny. You bet they’d look really good-

Your eyes snap open. The hairs on your arms raise and you can feel your pulse beating that much faster. You frown.

Had you really just fantasies about Peter?

Peter Parker?

The small beat between your legs is hard to ignore in the passing moments, but you’re still mad at yourself for thinking of Peter how you just did.

But you can’t help it. Now you’ve opened the door- everything is just flowing out.

His hair- you’re ashamed to admit that you’d love to rub your hands through it- and god, his arms when he wears tight shorts or short sleeved ones are just-

The wetness in your panties doesn’t surprise you. Your hands reach for the hem of the cover, tossing it off you to expose the bottom half of your body, where your shirt has risen up and exposed your pink cotton panties.

You throw a worried look to the window for a second, worried someone might be watching you- but then you remember that the apartment building across has no windows facing yours and it would be awfully weird for someone to be up on the fire escape at this time.

Delicately, you push your panties to the side and slide your finger through your folds, gasping at the slick you collect. You’ve worked yourself up that much mentally that when you touch your clit, you jolt slightly.

Peter watches you from the opposite building. He’s certain you can’t see him, because he can see all of you and that includes when he saw you checking for anyone watching. He knows it’s wrong. He can feel himself growing as he watches you slip a finger inside yourself, back lifting slightly off the bed and he knows he should leave but he just can’t.

He only came to check you got home safe, because he cared about you. He would have gone home and dealt with himself later.

But here you were, touching yourself so intimately and so delicately that he just couldn’t look away. He had only been imagining that it was him doing those things to you for months- and with every tug of his cock, he imagined it was you, or that sweet cunt of yours.

That was only his imagination. He had it pretty spot on- but by god, had he never imagined you to look how you did when you were in pleasure. And your pussy too- it looked so much better than his dreams, clit all swollen, dripping with wetness from what he assumed was you being turned on for quite sometime.

Is this what you ditched dinner plans to do? He wished he could know what you were thinking about that would make you like this.

He knew it was wrong. MJ had told him so many times to just drop the ball and ask you out so she could stop seeing him drool over you- but he couldn’t quite muster the courage.

This seemed good enough for him at the moment.

You’re working yourself in a beautiful way, teetering closer to your high with every stroke of your finger inside your sopping cunt. Your mind is occupying you with the thought that this is Peter, Peter, Peter! who is pleasuring you so well yet you’re too orgasm drunk to give a shit that you shouldn’t suddenly be thinking of him in this way.

Peter needs to be closer. He’s scared that he’s gonna forget this moment, and he needs to nap every part of your sweet, sweet body because he knows he’ll never see you like this again. He’d be surprised if he’d be able to look at you full stop after today.

He hops down the scaffolding on the top of the building to the fire escape, not having to worry about other windows because there are none. He knows you wouldn’t be exposing yourself like this right now if someone else had their window anywhere near yours.

He goes down further than he would have liked but now he’s level with your window, slightly encased in the shadow but not enough for him to be hidden. He hopes you’re too preoccupied fucking yourself to notice him- but all thought is lost as he’s closer to your cunt than before.

Muffled cries spill out from your mouth and drift out to Peter- he can’t quite make them out, but he relishes in them, loving that you’re loud. His eyes can’t leave you, or the way that you push up your shirt to expose your small, barely-coving-your-tits- lacy bra that you pull down to roll one of your nipples between your fingers.

His eyes drift down to your pussy, silently groaning as you add two more fingers into you. You’re going incredibly fast, and Peter can hear the faint squelching coming from you as well as seeing the dripping of your wetness, falling onto your bed.

He’s not sure how much longer he can hold on.

And then you moan his name.

He thinks he’s hearing things at first, so close to his own orgasm just from watching you- when he hears it again. Loud and clear.

“Peter, Oh m’fuck,” you whine, so close to coming. A breeze stop you, halters you- but by the time you’ve craned your head up to look who it is, he’s already fallen to his knees at the end of your bed, arms wrapping around your legs and pulling you close to him.

You pull your fingers out of yourself, shocked, and try to scoot away from him, but Peter doesn’t budge, wild eyes staring up at you from in between your legs.

“I heard you. Heard you, okay. Gonna take good care of you.” You’re quite confused as to how Peter was just outside your room- ready, listening- but you’re also annoyed because you had been teetering on the brink of your orgasm when he interrupted.

“Such a pretty pussy,” He tells you, spreading you open with his fingers. His touch alone has you keening, falling back into the bed. You’re still not sure why or how he’s here but you’re not about to complain.

At least not at the moment.

He collects some of your slick with his index finger, spreading it about and making a mess- not that you weren’t already a mess, having worn yourself out on your fingers so bad that you had left a spot on your bedsheets- but you loose all thought as he pushes his finger inside you, long and slender and just oh so much longer than your own.

He curbs it upwards, watching your reaction when he finds your sweet spot and keeps his finger toying at it. You gasp, chest heaving and coil winding quicker than before. The sensation of him, Peter, the man that you were just fantasising about, touching you has your head spinning and your mouth begging for more.

And who was Peter to deny you? This was one of his favourite dreams, one of his best fantasies.

He adds another thick finger in, the stretch bigger than your three and you cry out. But he isn’t done yet, when his mouth attaches to your clit, slurping loud and clear with intent. Your eyes flutter shut- so, so close already, when his mouth detached from you and his free hand reaches up to grasp your jaw.

“Look at me. Watch me eat your cunt or you’re not gonna cum.” Your eyes snap open and meet his, which are impossibly darker than before, and as soon as he’s sure you’re looking at him, he bends back down and reattaches his lips to your pussy, fingers setting an unrelenting pace inside you.

“Please, pl, m’gunna cum,” you whine, hands finding purchase in his hair and tugging. Peter feels his dick twitch in his pants at your action, which only spurs him on, pushing into you even further and lapping at you faster.

You whine, particularly loud and Peter feels a gushing run past his fingers and out your opening. He laps, removing his fingers to let his tongue swirl around your hole, lapping up everything that’s coming out.

In the midst of everything, Peter feels himself let go, fuelled but his grinding against the edge of your bed and the sheer hotness of the situation. He’s not even embarrassed- because he’s been fantasising about this and you for months and the real life thing is so much better than what he could have ever imagined.

He’ll allow himself the embarrassment this once.

Your chest is heaving, nipples peaked and breath erratic. That’s like nothing you’ve ever had before, even better than your ex boyfriend and even better than your fingers. You’re pretty sure Peter made you squirt, something you’ve only ever seen in porn.

The thought of Peter makes you snap out of your cum drunk state, eyes looking down at the boy who’s also heaving between your legs.

“How did you get into my apartment, Peter?”

He panics. This moment was so perfect- everything he ever wanted- and he panics. Still, he shoots you a lopsided grin.

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m Spider-Man?”

-

Part 2?

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your mess | p.p

summary: peter got drunk at flash’s party and you have to take care of him.

word count: 6.2k 

warnings: talks of sex (like a lot, when I say a lot I mean a lot), smutty scenes, underage drinking, kisses get heated, peter almost mentally scars tony.

notes: it’s an alternative version of my other fanfiction: drunk mess!! i won’t be posting anything until next year (yeah, not even blurbs). so happy holidays and I’ll come back with something I’ve been planning for a long time ;)

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Watching

Summary; Peter isn’t a creep. He knows he isn’t a creep. But when it comes to you- he can’t help but forget about that.

Warnings; Watching- stalking almost, wrongful use of his spidey powers (tut tut spider man), oral- Fem!Masturbation, getting caught, overstimulation, Recieving (Mainly female).

It was awfully cold in New York. The sun had set a long time ago and the night had settled in, bringing a cold chill and light snow fall along with it. You’d say this was your favourite time of year had you not forgotten to bring your coat with you this morning; the polarity of how warm it was compared to now was shocking.

“-So we could like, totally go see that when it comes out in cinemas,” MJ turns to you, walking backwards as the two of you exit the lecture hall in the media building of NYU. You can already feel the chill of the air outside without even being down the steps to the main lobby yet- possibly because so many people are leaving around this time, desperate to go home to their warm beds or whatnot- and the doors have constantly been open.

You nod your head, adjusting your tote over your shoulder and descending the steps that open up into the main hall.

There’s a few people littered about, some in groups, some stood alone.

You notice him, stood over by the bottom of the stairs. He’s got his earphones in, slightly hunched over with his backpack barely hanging onto his left shoulder. He hasn’t seen you yet- as a matter of a fact, he hasn’t even looked up from his phone yet.

Peter Parker was a strange man. He didn’t have many friends, other than you and MJ and Ned- although Ned wasn’t around as often as you would have liked after high school. It had crossed your mind plenty of times that if Ned hadn’t moved to Europe to study- peter wouldn’t have clung onto you and MJ like he had.

“Oh hey, it’s Peter.” MJ nudges you, smirk on her face as she calls out to him. A few heads in the lobby turn but you’re specifically watching his, the way he pulls a bud out of his ear, looking up the stairs that you’re coming down. He smiles at MJ and waves before his attention is on you, watching every step you take.

“He’s so gormless.” MJ mutters to you and you have to resist the urge to hit her.

That was the other thing you knew about Peter Parker. He had this strange obsession with you- according to everyone else, anyway. You couldn’t see it- because in your eyes he clung to MJ as much as he did you- but every time she pointed it out you couldn’t help but find yourself looking, just to make sure she wasn’t right.

So far, she wasn’t. You felt that he held that same appreciation to MJ just as much as he did you- especially since you thought that he had a crush on her at one point.

The both of you reach the bottom of the stairs, at which MJ and Peter do some weird fist-bump handshake thing as you stare on.

"Okay, let's go, because I'm starving," He finally says and you hear MJ agree, as they both begin to walk in front of you, talking about some nerdy stuff you wouldn't understand.

You're happy they leave you out of the conversation anyway, because it gives you more time to stare at the beautifulness of New York when it snowed. You couldn't have given less of a shit that it was light snow- because any snow made you all happy and giddy.

It's falling heavier now, yet bustles of people still gather on the sidewalk as if it's one of the sunniest days on earth. A dog trots by you, shaking off the snow on its back which flicks onto your leg, and its owner shoots you an apologetic smile as they carry on.

You reach the corner where you separate from MJ and Peter quicker than usual, but you leave it down to the fact that you've spent so much time zoning out watching the snow.

"Hey, are you not coming with us?" Peter's the one to ask, he and MJ stood in the middle of the sidewalk you're veering away from them, down the street that takes you towards your apartment.

You shake your head and MJ groans, throwing her head back before looking at you. "You're so boring." She throws, lifting her hand to give you the finger.

"I'm tired," you say, which is, in all honesty, true- you just can't be bothered being away from your bed anymore- especially after a day of sitting in those uncomfortable lecture hall chairs and MJ talking off your ear all day.

"Boohoo, stop crying about it and come get food," MJ demands, beckoning with a glare for you to join them on their side of the path.

You shake your head again, and as if your body was helping, a large yawn comes forward and out of your mouth. "M' going home. Goodnight guys."

MJ boos at you but turns, accepting your answer- sort of, whereas Peter stops and smiles at you.

"Get home safe." His voice is sincere, warm.

He's not like that with me, MJ's voice sounds in your head. You smile at him before he waves a final goodbye, turning and jogging to catch up with MJ.

-

By the time you’ve settled into your bed with your largest shirt on- you’re quite tired. Despite your obvious yearning for sleep, you turn your tv on and go straight to Netflix- choosing a show that you’ve had saved for ages but haven’t actually gotten around to watching.

You find out it’s actually quite boring. Like every other night, you end up picking up your phone, scrolling endlessly through tik tok until you will yourself to sleep.

Tonight, however, is different. You’re on the brink of sleep, so close, when a video pops up on your for you page that doesn’t quite belong there. A girl lip-syncs along to teachers pet by Melanie Martinez, the lighting red and all she has on is a skimpy outfit. Towards the end of the video, a hand reaches out and grasps at her throat, pulling her out of frame before the video ends. You watch it the first time in shock, and then the second time again out of curiosity- then jealousy- and then something else.

A tingle. Small, but noticeable. You wish it was you, in that video. You groan, not having the effort to do anything to yourself tonight and shut your phone off, chucking it beside you and turning over into your pillow more.

As you close your eyes, you imagine Peter. His hand, around your neck. Because now you think about it- you’ve noticed his hands. Always so veiny. You bet they’d look really good-

Your eyes snap open. The hairs on your arms raise and you can feel your pulse beating that much faster. You frown.

Had you really just fantasies about Peter?

Peter Parker?

The small beat between your legs is hard to ignore in the passing moments, but you’re still mad at yourself for thinking of Peter how you just did.

But you can’t help it. Now you’ve opened the door- everything is just flowing out.

His hair- you’re ashamed to admit that you’d love to rub your hands through it- and god, his arms when he wears tight shorts or short sleeved ones are just-

The wetness in your panties doesn’t surprise you. Your hands reach for the hem of the cover, tossing it off you to expose the bottom half of your body, where your shirt has risen up and exposed your pink cotton panties.

You throw a worried look to the window for a second, worried someone might be watching you- but then you remember that the apartment building across has no windows facing yours and it would be awfully weird for someone to be up on the fire escape at this time.

Delicately, you push your panties to the side and slide your finger through your folds, gasping at the slick you collect. You’ve worked yourself up that much mentally that when you touch your clit, you jolt slightly.

Peter watches you from the opposite building. He’s certain you can’t see him, because he can see all of you and that includes when he saw you checking for anyone watching. He knows it’s wrong. He can feel himself growing as he watches you slip a finger inside yourself, back lifting slightly off the bed and he knows he should leave but he just can’t.

He only came to check you got home safe, because he cared about you. He would have gone home and dealt with himself later.

But here you were, touching yourself so intimately and so delicately that he just couldn’t look away. He had only been imagining that it was him doing those things to you for months- and with every tug of his cock, he imagined it was you, or that sweet cunt of yours.

That was only his imagination. He had it pretty spot on- but by god, had he never imagined you to look how you did when you were in pleasure. And your pussy too- it looked so much better than his dreams, clit all swollen, dripping with wetness from what he assumed was you being turned on for quite sometime.

Is this what you ditched dinner plans to do? He wished he could know what you were thinking about that would make you like this.

He knew it was wrong. MJ had told him so many times to just drop the ball and ask you out so she could stop seeing him drool over you- but he couldn’t quite muster the courage.

This seemed good enough for him at the moment.

You’re working yourself in a beautiful way, teetering closer to your high with every stroke of your finger inside your sopping cunt. Your mind is occupying you with the thought that this is Peter, Peter, Peter! who is pleasuring you so well yet you’re too orgasm drunk to give a shit that you shouldn’t suddenly be thinking of him in this way.

Peter needs to be closer. He’s scared that he’s gonna forget this moment, and he needs to nap every part of your sweet, sweet body because he knows he’ll never see you like this again. He’d be surprised if he’d be able to look at you full stop after today.

He hops down the scaffolding on the top of the building to the fire escape, not having to worry about other windows because there are none. He knows you wouldn’t be exposing yourself like this right now if someone else had their window anywhere near yours.

He goes down further than he would have liked but now he’s level with your window, slightly encased in the shadow but not enough for him to be hidden. He hopes you’re too preoccupied fucking yourself to notice him- but all thought is lost as he’s closer to your cunt than before.

Muffled cries spill out from your mouth and drift out to Peter- he can’t quite make them out, but he relishes in them, loving that you’re loud. His eyes can’t leave you, or the way that you push up your shirt to expose your small, barely-coving-your-tits- lacy bra that you pull down to roll one of your nipples between your fingers.

His eyes drift down to your pussy, silently groaning as you add two more fingers into you. You’re going incredibly fast, and Peter can hear the faint squelching coming from you as well as seeing the dripping of your wetness, falling onto your bed.

He’s not sure how much longer he can hold on.

And then you moan his name.

He thinks he’s hearing things at first, so close to his own orgasm just from watching you- when he hears it again. Loud and clear.

“Peter, Oh m’fuck,” you whine, so close to coming. A breeze stop you, halters you- but by the time you’ve craned your head up to look who it is, he’s already fallen to his knees at the end of your bed, arms wrapping around your legs and pulling you close to him.

You pull your fingers out of yourself, shocked, and try to scoot away from him, but Peter doesn’t budge, wild eyes staring up at you from in between your legs.

“I heard you. Heard you, okay. Gonna take good care of you.” You’re quite confused as to how Peter was just outside your room- ready, listening- but you’re also annoyed because you had been teetering on the brink of your orgasm when he interrupted.

“Such a pretty pussy,” He tells you, spreading you open with his fingers. His touch alone has you keening, falling back into the bed. You’re still not sure why or how he’s here but you’re not about to complain.

At least not at the moment.

He collects some of your slick with his index finger, spreading it about and making a mess- not that you weren’t already a mess, having worn yourself out on your fingers so bad that you had left a spot on your bedsheets- but you loose all thought as he pushes his finger inside you, long and slender and just oh so much longer than your own.

He curbs it upwards, watching your reaction when he finds your sweet spot and keeps his finger toying at it. You gasp, chest heaving and coil winding quicker than before. The sensation of him, Peter, the man that you were just fantasising about, touching you has your head spinning and your mouth begging for more.

And who was Peter to deny you? This was one of his favourite dreams, one of his best fantasies.

He adds another thick finger in, the stretch bigger than your three and you cry out. But he isn’t done yet, when his mouth attaches to your clit, slurping loud and clear with intent. Your eyes flutter shut- so, so close already, when his mouth detached from you and his free hand reaches up to grasp your jaw.

“Look at me. Watch me eat your cunt or you’re not gonna cum.” Your eyes snap open and meet his, which are impossibly darker than before, and as soon as he’s sure you’re looking at him, he bends back down and reattaches his lips to your pussy, fingers setting an unrelenting pace inside you.

“Please, pl, m’gunna cum,” you whine, hands finding purchase in his hair and tugging. Peter feels his dick twitch in his pants at your action, which only spurs him on, pushing into you even further and lapping at you faster.

You whine, particularly loud and Peter feels a gushing run past his fingers and out your opening. He laps, removing his fingers to let his tongue swirl around your hole, lapping up everything that’s coming out.

In the midst of everything, Peter feels himself let go, fuelled but his grinding against the edge of your bed and the sheer hotness of the situation. He’s not even embarrassed- because he’s been fantasising about this and you for months and the real life thing is so much better than what he could have ever imagined.

He’ll allow himself the embarrassment this once.

Your chest is heaving, nipples peaked and breath erratic. That’s like nothing you’ve ever had before, even better than your ex boyfriend and even better than your fingers. You’re pretty sure Peter made you squirt, something you’ve only ever seen in porn.

The thought of Peter makes you snap out of your cum drunk state, eyes looking down at the boy who’s also heaving between your legs.

“How did you get into my apartment, Peter?”

He panics. This moment was so perfect- everything he ever wanted- and he panics. Still, he shoots you a lopsided grin.

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m Spider-Man?”

-

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Player Two. | Kth + JJK

🎮Pairing: Gamer!Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung

🎮Rating: Mature

🎮Genre: Smut, fluff, anon request

🎮Word Count: 10.6k

🎮Description: You’ve always wanted to be as good of a gamer as your boyfriend Jungkook and you’ve tried many times to ask for his help only to be turned down…on your game. but this time you’re over his bratty attitude towards it and he still can’t get enough of yours.

🎮Warning: Dom!Jungkook a bit sadistic but he loves her, Hard Dom!Taehyung he just wants to read, Bratty sub!Reader poor baby, unprotected sex, Jungkook has a third leg, oof!, Oral male receiving, rough sex, overstimulation, fingering, Jungkook doesn’t play fair, …he has a man bun, Pray for Tae…nothings wrong- he just has to deal with those two, multiple orgasms, Threesome

A/N : first I just want to say, I am so sorry this took so long, I originally had this written and done. funny - it was going to be way shorter, but Due to personal decisions behind my account I decided to re-write it completely make sure it was where I wanted it to be. But I hope you enjoy this!!!

Also this is the request:

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Whatever excitement you thought you would be feeling once you bought your new game station, it was fair to say you could only imagine it…

You thought this bitterly after finding yourself staring blankly at the colorful lights of the Flat screen across the darkened space. A friday night with both of the two men you loved and you’re completely bored out of your damn mind with absolutely nothing to do.

From within the cozy bedroom of your boyfriend’s dorm- you shiver under the cold air. Your feet perched up in front of you from within your seat on the bed and you snuggle yourself further in the thick hoodie covering your semi-bare frame.

Next to you sits a preoccupied male haunched over the side of the bed, your boyfriend Jungkook- whose full attention is once again focused on your game station he’d set up for you weeks ago.

“No go left! He’s on my left!” Jungkook would suddenly yell out into your headset, the ones you bought for your new game and the same pair he’s yet to even let you touch let alone wear. The sudden outburst startles you from your blank thoughts gaining your attention in the process and you blink up at nothing before looking down at him, finding your gaze completely blocked by the thick mass of hair sitting comfortably on top of his head.

You give a soft smile as your immediate reaction, your arm reaching up to grab softly at the dark bun. Your hand connects to it and you’re leaning towards him, a tinge of excitement filling your chest and you eye the loose strands already seeping out from the tie you managed to pull off.

You loved your boyfriend’s long hair, the actions of your fingers playing softly within it’s free state immediately sends waves of deja vu to your mind and before you know it- your hands are running deep within it. Biting your lip in content, his silky dark locs slipping between them and you’re too distracted to notice the way he shifts uncomfortably within his spot.

Jungkook inhales deeply, his eyes narrowing to focus more on the game, but he was finding that very hard to do when you were literally tugging on his hair as if he had his head between your legs—…He sighs ruefully and tries to push his thoughts back towards the game.

Damn… why did he think about that? now he definitely couldn’t focus.

“What is it?” Jungkook questions and you pause once you realize he’s talking to you. your hands slowing their movements and you’re instantly looking up towards the Tv displaying the game you’ve been dying to play.

“Nothing…” You mumble leaning towards him. Your voice is small and sweet but your boyfriend knew better than to stick with that answer.

“Nothing usually means something.” Jungkook sets his mouth in a straight line and the tense muscles in his back softens the second he feels your arms snaking forward around his broad chest.

You hum, squeezing him closer and taking in the soft scent of vanilla rising from his hair, a question mumbled too close into his neck and he’s tense all over again, but for different reasons. A surge of arousal hits him like never before and it only serves to remind him of the lack of sex between the both of you lately.

“Speak louder kitten.” he frowns, watching as his player loses to another and it’s hard to understand you when he has multiple voices talking into his ears from different online players. On top of that, your lips are pressed gently into a sensitive spot that has his nerves shooting electric shocks down his body.

were you trying to turn him on…?

“I said, can I play with you? ” You lift your head and now Jungkook could hear you more clearly. He frowns even more, turning to come face to face with you. Finding your starry eyes sparkling from the light, an adorable pout pooling on your cute face.

Jungkook couldn’t resist.

“I don’t know, can you?” He smirks and he’s so close, you could feel his crisp breath fanning your face. Like instant attraction, you’re immediately taking in his confident gaze, but… you knew Jungkook too well to know there’s a hidden meaning dying to come out of those pink lips.

“What happens if I say yes?” You bite the inside of your cheek, watching his face lift from the shock of your answer. Though you could tell he wasn’t too surprised, when your hands move to fall towards his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder leisurely and You bunch your hands into the bottom of his black shirt.

“Then…” Jungkook twitches with an inhale.

He feels them seep under and onto the hot skin of his abdomen, your cold fingers stilling in one spot. His grip on the controller loosens, a conflicted emotion flashing across his face. On one hand, loving the feel of your touch after spending days without intimacy and on the other, wanting to get back to the high-leveled round, he ironically spent those days getting to.

You smile watching his inner battle, meanwhile your fingers inch down further and dangerously closer towards his jean covered crotch area.

“Hmm?” You hum urging him on.

Jungkook’s Brows twitch just a little and you bite your lip, the tip of your finger making the slightest contact with the cold shell of the— “hey!” You’re exclaiming and To your horror, your boyfriend is suddenly shaking himself out of his trance.

He narrows his gaze down at you, his once lust stricken eyes looking down towards your limbs and finding how conveniently close they were to the controller in his hand. Without another thought, he’s shrugging you off, making your body slide away from his and a sad pout makes its way onto your lips.

“Seducing me out of the game? Seriously? that’s so childish.” He scowls back at you, giving you a glimpse into the other side of him that was thankfully withholding his wrath.

You felt disappointed in the process that your plan didn’t work, bitter annoyance taking over while Jungkook turns completely away from you. You then turn to the other side of your spot, looking towards another individual’s handsome profile. “Tae, can you please tell jungkook to stop being an asshole and let me play my game?” You see jungkook’s muscles tense.

The male, who was immersed into a random book beside you, is taken by surprise. His dark eyes shooting up from the object in his hand and the warm light from the bedside lamp compliments his salmon hair, creating a light glare on his reading glasses.

Taehyung gives a small smile, pink lips stretching at the sight of your soft eyes and he pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. Before you know it- the arm that’s wrapping comfortably around your waist, taps you gently on your exposed thigh in warning. “Hey, what did we say about you calling him that?” He coos gently “—and Jungkookie, stop being an asshole.” He then scolds, not giving a second thought to defend you.

Meanwhile, Jungkook hasn’t so much as glanced your way while on the game, instead he mumbles something close to “cover me.” into his headset and suddenly his player is stalking slowly from his hiding spot. Two other players shoot from the back as he maneuvers cleverly through the game’s map.

Taehyung then sighs with disappointment “I knew we shouldn’t have let him on that game, who would’ve known he’d be spending so much time on it, once we did?” he shakes his head.

You slip away from Jungkook and back further by Tae.

“Us, Tae.” You deadpan “We knew that.” You would then grumble, crossing your arms and making the bottom of your sweater rise up further to the top of your exposed thighs.

A shiver runs down your spine from the cold air and your boyfriend glances down momentarily before looking back towards the other. “Just let her play. I don’t see how it could be that bad.” Tae sits up, pulling you more into him and you frown from the sudden position.

Jungkook clicks a button that has his first person terminating an opposite opponent on the screen. “Hm. Well I see y/n losing tragically and She’ll say something she will regret- pissing me off in the process and then I’ll have to handle her being a brat for the rest of the night.” he points out to the both of you, making Tae roll his eyes and you frowning even harder at his statement. He then adds “ I don’t know about you, but I would rather not deal with that, especially after these last few days- trust me, you do not want to put me in a bad mood…you will pay for it.” He sighs, still paying close attention to his match.

Tae then drops his book in his other hand, the one arm wrapped around you now rubbing small circles in your thigh. “That’s bullshit, you love when she’s brat. It turns you on just as much as it pisses you off.” He replies immediately afterwards with an arch of his brow and you find that Jungkook’s eyes are suddenly taking a double glance away from the screen. “I know,” He blatantly admits with confidence, mirroring Tae’s expression.

This shocks you in the process and his eyes are now landing entirely on you as if expecting you to say something. “—It’s not like I try to hide it, and like I said, It’s been a rough couple of days. ” he then finishes, catching your loose stare.

You blink and watch as his eyes flicker to where your sweater lands just above your thighs, A sinful emotion passing through. It’s clear enough to have your breath hitching and the act shows you just how much you’d gotten to him. As he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, you feel your body react in an instant, the cold suddenly not so bothersome as before. Jungkook must’ve noticed this, because as soon as you were going to open your mouth…

“Just be patient.” he cuts in, rolling his eyes and turning back towards the direction of the game- leaving you with warming cheeks. On one end, you flush from familiar ache heating up between your legs and on the other- a spike of anger from being brushed off so easily. You huff within your spot, your eyes narrowing to stare daggers as his back.

“ I could kick you off this game you know?” Your arms cross as you lean away from Tae.

His thumbs click skillfully over the controller’s buttons and Jungkook’s smug image cracks. “You could,” he says slowly “…but I doubt that will happen.” He suddenly retorts, traces of playfulness fading from his voice.

“Are you suggesting I won’t?” You lift a brow and narrow your eyes, unfazed.

He could literally snap at the sassiness in your tone, however he was more annoyed by the fact that he’d once again lost his current round along with his teammates and that was probably because he was too busy arguing with you.

Glancing your way with irritation “…That wasn’t a suggestion.” he clips at you, giving you a riled look.

Your face falls from his tone, heart aching from the way this conversation has quickly turned . “I would have never let you play if you were going to be this much of a Jerk, Jeon.” you cross your arms and send him a dirty glare in response and Jungkook’s chest begins to prickle with a familiar mix of emotions. He sits up straighter from his slouched position on the bed- his long torso easily towering your height. His eyes go terrifyingly blank for a few seconds while staring you down and it quickly reminds you just who you were mouthing off to.

“If I was being a Jerk- I’d have you bent over my knee for repeatedly calling me out of my name.” He warns “So if I were you, I’d rethink what exactly classifies me as that- better yet, I’d refrain from calling me that at all kitten.” he says this, as he’s leaning much closer into you. His torso’s intimidating height seems to grow much bigger and once he tilts his head to the side, his long fluffy hair sways beautifully just above his narrowed eyes- an extremely raw aura of dominance overtaking him.

All of a sudden sharp spikes of lust pooled around in your lower regions. A strange thrill you were very much used to getting when it came to your angered boyfriend, pushing its way through your body and creating electric waves of excitement. Jungkook must’ve read this through your reaction or just by your silence alone, however, he’s satisfied enough to then send you a poorly executed wink before he’s turning back towards the game and stating his end to this conversation.

You huff once again “ If you’re going to keep playing, then at least let me join the lobby- there’s literally two controllers.” You point out only to be drowned out by a series of gunshots and explosions going off from the game- Jungkook’s winning streak rising in the process.

“…I don’t think he’s going to budge y/n, maybe you should just wait for another time. You know how stubborn he can get when it comes to these situations.” Tae mumbles half-heartedly while adjusting the book in his hand. Your face screws up with irritation, thinking of all the times you were reminded of that detail, Including the times you or Tae would have to back down for his sake and it didn’t help that your other boyfriend was so willing to give up when you weren’t.

“That’s the problem Tae- Jeon always gets his way, even when we’re just friends. —I’m sick of us bending to his every whim and I’m not going to sit here and let him discriminate against me, because he wants to be the Jackass that hogs everything.” You’re rolling your eyes once again.

“Really now?”

He’s not facing you, but still you could see the way Jungkook’s jaw tenses a little from your tone, his soft eyes hardening with a strange excitement towards the Tv’s screen.

A strong whistle of acknowledgement comes from Taehyung when he hears it as well. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble, Little one.” he hums, while turning the page of his novel; completely unbothered and there’s a knowing tone etched into his voice when he glances at you “and I won’t be able to help you out this time.”

You roll your eyes at him, turning your attention back towards the younger —but immediately youre jumping back when Jungkook’s stern gaze is fully on you, a small twitch coming to his lips “First, I’m not your friend, I’m your boyfriend, Second, this is not discrimination- you just suck.” He quirks a brow, making the blood in your veins boil.

You scowl heavily at him, Irritation from lack of attention and the fact that he couldn’t care less how much you wanted to play alongside him. “Well you’re looking more like an ex-boyfriend at the moment.” you grumble low under your voice, your fingers playing with the loose material of his bed.

From behind, Tae’s ears pick up on that- his head once again shooting up from the book to eye you and Jungkook worriedly. A small sigh leaves his lips and he shakes his head at your bold statement.

He really hoped you two would work this one out.

Your boyfriend Snaps.

Like a flash Jungkook is abandoning the controller and headset, along with his spot on the bed. He stands tall in his towering height over you, a jump of fear making your stomach flip and your heart races.

Like lightning striking down, Jungkook’s huge palm shoots towards the middle of your chest- His fingers twisting within the thick material of your sweater and He yanks you easily from out of Taehyung’s grasp. It goes by too fast, when you’re abruptly being lifted off of the bed, your shins dragging towards the edge only have you struggle while trying to push your feet towards the ground.

They never make it though, his grip loosening in your shirt just to have him grab you by your upper limbs and lift you gracefully in the air high enough to get a good view of his room, including an uncomfortable Tae.

You squeal out in shock, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders— but as soon as your wide eyes glance down towards him, you’re snapping your mouth shut and bunching them into the fabric of his shirt once again.

He tilts his head, eyes glaring up at you with a challenge, the heat from his body radiating onto your smaller one.

“Hmm…” Jungkook waits for you to say something, fire burning fierce within his eyes and there was no way you were getting out of this one, all thoughts of your game and wanting to play falling to the back of your mind- but now more focused on the sexually charged male holding you in mid-air.

“ I don’t think I heard that correctly…” Jungkook flares his nostrils “ you wanna repeat that kitten?”

You’re silently shaking your head, your bottom lip stuck under your teeth.

“No? Am I talking to myself then?…I don’t remember having such a nasty mouth.” your boyfriend, looks to have gotten angrier by your silence and while it scares the hell out of you, there’s an uncontrollable throbbing within your core that has you whimpering in return.

You want so badly to cross your legs, your feet dangling helplessly in the air- but you’d hate to admit that dealing with a pissed off Jungkook was just as much of a turn, as to him whenever you were in your bratty moods. There was always some part of you that would regret getting him to this stage of anger, but watching the twisted excitement in his glare, had your legs turning to jelly and your skin prickling with goosebumps as his hands brought you even closer onto him.

The movement was enough to make you realize just how much your sweater had ridden up against him, nothing but the full display of your tiny cotton shorts to your other boyfriend beside you.

Speaking of… “Taehyung…” Your voice pleads towards him, the boy with salmon hair now at full alert to the situation, but what you weren’t counting on was the way his eyes seemed to be glued to your exposed bottom half. A sharp scowl pinning your way, before it’s snapping up at the sound of your voice and he doesn’t answer, only to stare at you head on.

In frustration, you whine out- your legs, swinging and kicking towards Jungkook and you’re fisting your hands into Jungkook’s shirt angrily, almost as if you were throwing a tiny tantrum. “I just wanted to play the game! my game,” your body writhes violently and Jungkook watches you with dismay “fucking put me down Jeon, I’m not a kid.” You growl out your next response and to your shock, he actually lets you go. The next thing you know, you’re falling heavily onto your feet, your chest heaving, but you can’t help the disappointment of losing your boyfriend’s touch.

Jungkook’s glare only seems to get nastier after that and had it not been for Taehyung’s voice cutting through the air- you may have thought you’d actually won against him.

“Well you got one thing right Jungkookie,” he sounds a lot closer than you originally thought him to be. You turn towards his voice, the other male no longer in his spot on the bed. “ She did say something she would regret tonight.” Another hand, that doesn’t belong to jungkook, twists your shoulder in the opposite direction, your body snapping instantly towards your second pissed boyfriend.

“Huh?” You swore that if your eyes got any wider, you’re scared they may actually pop out of your skull.

Taehyung steps into you with an intimidating aura, one that almost matches Jungkook, but with the heat you feel burning from the opposite direction- you’re almost glad to be facing him right now. You return a perplexed expression, not understanding how you could have managed to make him angry as well.

“Tae-…?”

“—It’s one thing to be a brat,” he cuts in, his voice lower than ever and the subtle bass of it’s tone- has your spine too rigid for you to move. “You want to play your game, I get it. But what you won’t do- is threaten one of us, like we’re disposable toys, because you didn’t get your way, little one…that’s not how this relationship works.” He scolds.

You shiver at his steel expression. No matter how many times you’d found yourself in trouble, there was never a time when he was this pissed along with Jungkook. Taehyung was always the one saving you from him, not running you so far down into submission, that you didn’t notice you were moving yourself back towards the other.

The hard planes of his chest suddenly connects to your back and Jungkook doesn’t budge the slightest while feeling your body press onto him.

“— I-I was just kidding…” He could hear the desperation in your voice.

There’s a strange flutter in Jungkook’s chest, a familiar sensation of excitement shooting throughout his body and straight to his hardening member. He looks back down towards your trembling state, watching as his partner scolds you- but It wasn’t enough. Jungkook’s hands were itching to bend you over and he was ready for the moment he would give you a reminder as to why this was no joking matter.

Kidding or not- you belonged to them.

“—Are you going to let her play?”

Jungkook blinks and then he’s looking up towards a frowning Taehyung. He then glances down towards you with an equally as surprised expression- both of you put off by his question. His face then goes hard again “Fuck no. I was going to teach her after beating this round- but she can kiss that goodbye.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so pissed.

“She has a lot to learn before I let her anywhere near it.” He then mutters deathly low, but you and Tae could hear him clear enough. It also didn’t help once you felt his fingers tugging lazily at the back of your sweater. A subtle gesture, that at most times could seem sweet, but in this moment -it only played as a reminder to his overwhelming presence.

The man in front of you, looks at Jungkook Thoughtfully, his brow lifting with intrigue during their silent conversation. You think about feeling left out and all the thoughts that could possibly be running in his mind, his blank expression doing no justice before a cocky smirk plays on his face.

“Okay.” He agrees as if it were the most simple solution, a small shrug as he turns to eye you once again and you’re swallowing. “ I don’t think she’s earned it anyway.”

Your jaw drops.

“I don’t need to earn what I bought.” You can’t stop your mouth from opening, rolling your eyes in outrage from Taehyung’s comment.

You received silence in return, neither of them commenting on your bratty attitude any longer and honestly, you felt that that was much worse than having them scold you like before. It felt as if you were standing in quicksand , your entire body dropping further and further into a deep puddle of trouble by your own actions. But maybe that was because you were quite literally being pulled down.

Jungkook’s hand seizes it’s playful teasing with your clothes and instead fists into them from behind to tug on it. “On your knees…now.” Is all he has to say and the command in his voice tells you everything you need to know.

You were really in for it…

A slow breath leaves your mouth and you’re looking up towards Tae. He stares back at you unforgiving, watching you hesitate under his partner’s control. “Don’t give me that face, you heard him…on…your knees.” Tae makes sure to punctuate each word clearly, your body immediately jolting with the second order.

You allow Jungkook to pull you lower, your knees connecting to the soft carpet of his bedroom’s floor along with your hands. From the side of you, Jungkook takes his seat back on the edge of his queen sized bed. The hand gripping your sweater, pulls you closer to him, enough to have you on all fours directly within his reach. This way, he had full access to your ass and even if you wanted to shy away from him, it would prove to be difficult with his hold on your coverings.

Jungkook tilts his head as if he were thinking deep about something, focus falling towards Taehyung. “Are you just going to watch or am I to handle this myself?” He asks, gazing up towards the still male who had yet to make any effort to move.

Taehyung shrugs, his gaze going opposite of Jungkook and over towards you. “That Depends…” He hums to himself, his arms unwinding from each other as he takes a few strides closer to where you were kneeling. You suck in a shaky breath as a wave of lust crawls over you again, your eyes following up the long flowing slacks of his pants when he comes to stand in front of you.

He’s leaning, the top part of his torso coming to meet you in your submissive state and he’s bringing a hand up to lift your chin more towards him. Taehyung smirks, a ‘tsk’ leaving his mouth as he notices the deep lust pooling in your eyes and the reaction has you flushing, your cheeks warming along with how hard you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

You feel your sweater getting pulled tighter, Jungkook’s hand twisting in it even more and Taehyung realizes that it must have been from you leaning more towards him instead. A small whimper on your end from the aggression.

his hand moves.

He half smirks, dropping his stare down towards your mouth where it was captured just above the placement of his thumb and He runs his tongue over his own- eyes darkening at the thought of those rude words leaving such a pretty sight only moments ago. You then feel the pad apply pressure on your chin, your swollen lip, slipping out in effect and that same pad of his thumb is coming up to run teasingly across it.

You hear Jungkook’s voice thicken from behind you “…On?” He leads.

Taehyung dips his thumb in, an unknown sweetness dancing across your taste buds and you willingly close your mouth around it. His mouth twitching and pushing that same thumb towards the back of your tongue before running it along to hear the vibration of your moan against it.

Tae lets out a strangled breath. “How long can she last without cumming?”

His question has your eyes widening, feral eyes fixated on your mouth. “I want to see how long it takes before she’s apologizing for what she said and who knows? Maybe she’ll even beg to make it up to us.” He gives a cocky grin.

Jungkook blinks, his mind whirling around with the idea and you’re not used to him being stunned into this kind of silence.

Taehyung continues anyway “What do you say little one? You’ve said some very mean things to Jungkookie…even when I warned you, so you disobeyed me as well.” he pauses to watch a flash of recognition reach your eyes “ Do you want to make it up to us? — wanna suck my cock to earn my forgiveness?” He coos, officially slipping into his role and as bratty as you felt, you nod obediently, your ass swaying just a little in front of Jungkook.

He takes notice, ripping his eyes from Taehyung and they roam over your backside appreciatively. The sight of white cotton shorts cupping delightfully around the swells of your ass and not that you noticed, but he could very clearly see the soaked patch of your arousal seeping through, a twitch within his sweats, causing him to look back towards the both of you.

Taehyung presses down harder on your tongue “But what about Jungkookie? Are you going to make it up to him? After all what you said was highly unacceptable.” He starts to move it back and forth- another hand full of rings, coming to grab your neck as his thumb is thrusting repeatedly into your mouth. It makes you wish for the real thing, your mouth watering at the thought of sucking Tae off—but then your mind falls towards Jungkook- the boyfriend who was truly pissed and the one you knew could fuck you into a mindless fool for your Actions.

Unable to speak, you nod again.

“That’s what I thought.” He beams, slipping his thumb out only to wipe it off on your cheek and then he’s patting your head like a pet. He then rises, his body straightening to look down on you with arrogance. “But first, Jungkookie will let you play the game.”

You didn’t have to look to hear the defiance in Jungkook’s response. “ What? Fuck that, I’m not-”

“It’s your fault it’s gotten to this point in the first place, you should’ve dealt with her the moment she called you an asshole and you should’ve stopped acting like one and let her play…after all it, it is her game.” Taehyung doesn’t allow Jungkook to get another breath out, only for the younger to glare lasers down towards the middle of your back—his words only creating more tension for you.

You swallow watching as he looks to you expectantly “As I was saying, you’ll play, but only under my rules…if you die, you won’t cum- if you give up before then, same thing. understand?” He crosses his arms again, cold expression loosening once he sees you nod in response. Although your mind was really stuck on the part where you wouldn’t get to cum- a million thoughts surrounding that vague piece of info and you can’t help but to flush even more at what your boyfriend has planned for you.

“ You have nothing in your mouth, I don’t understand why you aren’t using it.” Jungkook’s voice vibrates in your chest from its strength. “answer him the right way, kitten.”

Your mouth goes dry and when you speak, it’s like your tongue was so much thicker all of a sudden. “Y-Yes Sir.” You breathe another flash of heat coming over you when Tae smirks in appeasement.

“Good girl, Go ahead and take a seat in front of Jungkookie, he’s going to help you.” Your boyfriend’s voice seems to grow softer with that. In response, Jungkook is tugging you up by your sweater, his anger surpassing Taehyung’s and there’s nothing sweet about the way he has your back slamming into his hard chest- His arms caging your body in.

“Here.” Jungkook grumbles irritably, handing you the second controller to your game while getting the match ready with the first one. You take it, the cool plastic falling into your hands and when it vibrates to life, you’re shivering in front of him.

As he concentrates, you feel the soft pulls of his breath falling towards the back of your neck , his hands situated directly in front of you to manipulate the screen and before you know it, he’s starting the new match on a much easier map for you.

With your fingers trembling over the buttons- a complete contrast to the way jungkook was doing earlier, you try to get comfortable. Your hips then shift noticeably in his lap and a gasp escapes your mouth once the undeniable bulge of your boyfriend’s erection is digging into your lower back.

His thick shape has your heart escalating, the hope of having him fill you up making your nerves shoot up with tingles of anticipation and You swallow hard in your mouth, your hips writhing on the edge of the bed from the thought.

The screen suddenly lights up and as you’re met with your first person getting ready to move out, you quickly notice that you’re the only one. The silhouette of your character standing by itself only to be faced with multiple enemies working their way around to get to you.

You then feel a sharp twinge in your temple from frustration…the asshole put you on a team by yourself!??

“What are you waiting for?” Jungkook’s smirk could be heard in his voice, his hands suddenly coming to rest on your thighs straddling him “If you don’t go now, they’re going to kill you…wouldn’t want you to die so quickly.” He chastises, your mind easily imagining a shit-eating grin on his face and how badly you wished you could turn your character around and shoot his stupid custom, bubblegum pink gun towards him.

You huff inwardly, cursing him within your mind before moving your character and just as you took a few steps—there’s a shifting sound moving from the side of you.

You frown not knowing whether that was from the game or not, but somehow, you remembered the right trigger button for the fictional gun and you’re setting off a chain of shots towards two enemies coming your way, nailing them both perfectly.

Holy shit.

“…Not bad.” Your boyfriend praises, but he sounds the least bit interested.

Soon that very much changes.

In-fact, In the next few minutes, you’re actually doing way better than Jungkook originally thought you to be. Your sudden onslaught of gaming skills, making him grit his teeth at the fact that you were actually keeping a pretty good killing streak. Eyes narrowing with skepticism, while watching you take out, yet another opponent. Did you really need him to teach you at this point? His hands tense impatiently at your sides, fingers gripping on your thighs so hard, you were sure they would bruise immediately afterwards and the slight pain makes you wince.

All of a sudden spots of salmon pink enter the bottom of your peripheral vision. Jungkook is still behind you, completely tensed and even though you had on your thick sweater— you could still feel the heat from his body radiating onto your back. Your legs still spread on either side of him, you can’t help but to look when that salmon pink is moving in closer towards you. Like a feather Tae’s lips gently tap at the soft skin of your inner thigh and it has you gasping with surprise- his head suddenly shooting up to eye you. You’re holding your breath, dark mischievous eyes peering up at you from under his pretty eyelashes and through his reading glasses.

He smirks “Jungkookie, it seems our little one needs more help focusing on the game.” he says before turning to nip harshly at delicate flesh and you yelp from the pain. “Can you help her?”

Jungkook shifts from behind you “ Kitten can’t follow the rules huh?” he tsks slowly into your ear and with the controller trembling within your hands, you snap your eyes back towards the screen that displays your player standing in one place, multiple enemies slowly making their way around and it was then that you realized you should probably get moving. This is just a test… you try to tell yourself…they want you to fail…you continue to swivel your thumb on the analog stick. The character moves forward, their light walk having them move slowly and cautiously up until you’re pressing down hard onto the rubber and they’re suddenly within a crouched position. The action is spurred on by the feel of two big hands sliding up into your sweater, a shudder racking through you from their coolness and you’re instantly recognizing your move from earlier. They glide upon the exposed skin of your waist and Jungkook raises them up further, his rough palms moving across your delicate skin and up until he stops just below your bare chest. You exhale, willing yourself to relax but you were too worked up with the feel of petal lips making their way around your inner thighs and not to mention the fact that Jungkook’s fingers seem to only stay just before the sensitive skin.

The two sensations have you blinking with uncertainty, feeling your concentration slowly slip away from you and it takes almost everything in you not to look away. You die you won’t cum….You’re swallowing down Taehyung’s words, the weight of their meaning becoming clearer as his mouth lands a hot, open kiss on the same place his teeth were nipping.

“ I-I don’t think this is necessary…” You’re frowning, desperately trying to cling on to your logic when there’s another pair of hands moving sensually across your legs, their warmth completely different to the ones tracing and circling beneath your chest area.

With a vibration coming from Jungkook’s chest, you hear the low breaths of a devious chuckle leaving him. His hands however don’t stop their teasing, but only to move up, the subtle tip of his nails moving around and anywhere besides the hardening buds holding all of your nerves.

“That’s not good to hear, when you’ve been begging to play all this time.” he places a chaste kiss to the back of your neck, small and slow dips following as he waits for a response.

Taehyung has yet to take his eyes off of you, the searing heat of his stare burning on your face when you’re getting a grip on yourself. “ Are you giving up so soon little one?” he decides to ask when you don’t reply back to jungkook. “If you don’t want to play anymore, you can tell us. I’m sure Jungkookie wouldn’t mind skipping straight to your punishment.” He provides, as if to help alleviate all of your frustration.

You’re stifling a groan from the reminder, thinking about not being able to cum if you were to give up or lose this round. “I much rather just play with you.” those tiny words come out in a breathy manner, the want for your boyfriends almost unbearable by now “B-But… I’ll keep p-playing.” you mutter, fingers still moving clumsily across the surface of your controller.

Tae notices during the way your eyes twitch with hesitation to look away from the screen and how they waver after your character sprints into a nearby hiding spot, taking out a random bot. He sees Jungkook peer up from placing continuous kisses on your neck, his starry eyes glazed with carnal lust and anger- his lips curling up to expose his teeth. You yelp out, a sharp nip from him, coming onto the sweet spot within the junction of your neck and shoulder, making Taehyung stare once again at those beautiful lips of yours.

His own actions are brought on by the thought of getting them wrapped around his dick, fingers finding the bands of your cotton shorts and having to pull them down not so gracefully, on your hips. He’s then met with the view of your caramelized pussy, his face going blank to hide any excitement of wanting to run his tongue along the wetness, so he could taste the effect of his and jungkook’s presence. He then looks up, finding not only the smouldering gaze of the younger, but to find your wide eyes staring down at him as well, your lips parting and chest rising a little harder than before. He frowns, bringing a hand up to come down upon your outer pussy and the impact connects with the swollen bud that was your clit. Your whole body jerks, ironically causing your character to do the same when your finger slips on the buttons.

“No looking, or we can really wrap this up sooner than you’d want to.” Tae bites, a look of promise passing within his eyes Clear enough to have you looking back up, but then a whine is quickly riding up your throat. Without warning, He’s sinking two fingers into you, invading your core past his knuckles and curling them deliciously towards your walls. You moan, a broken gasp making its way to both their ears and from behind you could once again feel your boyfriend’s cock twitching with attention.

Jungkook’s hands now move to fully cup your chest, taking this as a sign to up his efforts and he’s glancing towards the screen to see your timer and that your character is still alive. He scowls down towards his partner “ She has less than five minutes…” he hints, the movement of his hands visible under your sweater.

To your dismay, Taehyung completely understands the implication, his fingers beginning to move at a steady pace, coating them and slipping them out run them up your slit teasingly before pushing them back in a bit faster. At the feel of that, your chest nearly caves - shallow breaths beginning to turn deeper and drawed out, your breast rising and falling in Jungkook’s hands.

You’re determined however, watching your character easily take down another bot and then 3 more. You glance to the side to see the timer Jungkook was looking at before and when you see that you had only two minutes left, there’s a jump of happiness that has your heart racing for the possibility of actually beating the round. However, in the moment of Joy- you’re caught off guard by the sensation of Someone’s mouth coming to suckle vigorously upon your clit. The heat of Tae’s textured tongue licking and flicking up, all around wherever his fingers weren’t and for a second you’re almost sure you were about to drop the controller once you then felt the pressure of your nipples being pinched harshly.

You cry out from the abrupt pleasure, your shaking body and fingers struggling to keep on as you try to bring your mind back from the building feeling of hot pressure in your core.

At Jungkook’s mercy, he twists and pulls and molds your chest to his liking, loving the sounds of your cute moans falling from your lips and disregarding the sudden shift on the screen.

Your back arches “fuck please!” You gasp, throwing your head back and feeling as Taehyung slurps up your arousal, his teeth going to nip at your clit and his fingers having yet to stop their work- now going on a rougher path. Meanwhile, Jungkook embraces your position, seeing the controller slip helplessly from your hands and smirking as they reach for the salmon hair of the man eating you out with a purpose. He could see your legs shaking- the view of your inner thighs littered with darkening patches and he wishes he could make some there of his own. With another wave of lust, Jungkook tugs again at your sore nipples, his lips latching back onto your neck instead to place harder kisses upon the supple skin. You writhe under both of them, your fingers tangling within your boyfriend’s hair and all of a sudden he hums pulling away.

“Please what? Little one, are you ready to make it up to me and Jungkookie?” Taehyung’s question seems to make him look as if he was in full control, however you’re thrown off by the wild emotion hiding within his eyes. You whimper, his fingers slowing their thrusts and you’re forced to listen to the lewd sounds they make while doing so.

“ P-Please…” you plead again, rocking your hips into them to get more stimulation. “Please Tae, I didn’t d-die.”

He tilts his head, chin and mouth glistening with your juices before he turns around to see the game paused at 10 seconds. He comes back towards you, his eyes narrowing “You didn’t win either…” he states, stopping his fingers and then looking towards jungkook with an expression as if to say ‘your call.’

He shrugs, his hands stopping the teasing to your nipples, but they remain warm on your chest. “Whether she wins or not, I don’t give a shit.” He frowns impatiently “What she said was unacceptable and I can’t wait to show kitten exactly why that is.” He breathes huskily and close enough into you, to have your body reacting with a trembling whimper.

Taehyung purses his lips at that, his own excitement hidden well enough to have your breath hitching with unease, the empty heat of what was building to be your orgasm, slowly fading away and your mind begins to turn delirious with want. Without thinking, you’re jerking your hips down onto Tae’s fingers, the digits sliding up on a sensitive spot inside of you and managing to stir a sigh of relief from you. Your boyfriend hisses, your pussy sucking his fingers in so tight he almost regrets ripping them away from you.

You whine, becoming bratty once again from his actions and you find yourself caving, mouth pulling into a small pout and spewing out words you would soon regret mumbling desperately. “Please, I don’t care about the game anymore, I need more.” You breath, purposely grinding your hips back onto Jungkook and feeling a swell of pride in your chest from the stifled groan you were able to get from him in return. “I’m s-sorry, I’ll make it up t-to you��”

Tae eyes you both hungrily, catching as Jungkook’s hands fall from your sweater to grip tightly at the exposed flesh of your hips, his face screwing up as if to look like he was in pain. His lips parting and eyes falling shut as you rubbed your ass purposely against his erection.

“Fuck…” he swallows, finding himself so turned on, it was almost painful at this point and judging by His reactions- Jungkook couldn’t wait any longer than he was willing. Taehyung eyes your mouth one last time and to your surprise, suddenly springs up from his position. His hand reaching out, he pulls fast at the bottom of your sweater, snatching you away from Jungkook just as he had done to him earlier. You squeal again for the second time, your body forced to stand up on your wobbly legs and you’re crossing them quickly, the evidence of your lust beginning to pool down your inner thighs. However, it’s unfortunate, with how fast your boyfriend was ripping your sweater over your head- leaving you cold and fully bared to the both of them. Jungkook’s eyes immediately falling towards your swollen chest and perked nipples.

“Show us then, little one.” He purrs, coming to lift your face towards him and he’s leading you back towards the bed.

You gasp feeling your legs stumble and you’re falling on your back—Jungkook having left his spot to place two pillows beside where you lay and you’re looking around, taking a deep breath when you spot him lifting his shirt over his head. You’re caught by the tanned skin of his upper body, tight muscles sculpted over his abdomen and he eyes you back-running over your body appreciatively before stalking his way over to you.

“On your stomach, kitten and I won’t repeat myself.” He taps your thigh, helping you turn completely within your spot until the soft cushions of the fluffy pillows were lifting your hips higher than the rest of your body. You shift, gripping the sheets underneath yourself anxiously when your other boyfriend comes into your view from the other side of the bed. You blink, swallowing within your dry mouth as Taehyung undresses to his full glory, his body immediately catching your attention and setting off the butterflies deep within your stomach. He gazes down towards you and to your vulnerable position in front of him, smirking as he places himself directly in front of you-but this time, there’s still that hint of softness behind his eyes you were used to seeing.

“So pretty…” he mumbles, staring at your lips “I bet they’ll look even prettier wrapped around my cock right little one? Aren’t you gonna show me?”

You nod, biting down hard on your tongue, your mouth immediately salivating even more than before. He smiles even more, watching closely while gripping the base of his curved dick- your eyes able to take in it’s pretty site. It’s hard which isn’t too shocking, but long and oozing precum like an overflowing fountain. The sticky mix drips continuously from the red hot tip and pools around the ring of Taehyung’s occupied hand. You lean towards it, eyes never leaving the tempting sight but to keep focus as he slowly pumps himself harder, if possible. Once close enough, you’re leaning off of the pillows, eyes peering up once again at a fully captivated Taehyung and his look alone was enough to have you lower yourself down onto him, his chest rising harder with every inch you seem to take in until he’s spewing curses and ultimately distracting you from the huge dip in the bed behind you.

“Starting without me?” Your other boyfriend announces rhetorically “I guess you really want to get rid of me huh kitten?” He then growls, rough hands surpassing your muted response and gripping the backs of your thighs to tug you closer as his own legs come to straddle your ass. He tsks’ admiring the unmarked beauty of it, spreading your cheeks apart and lining himself expertly against your entrance - a bolt of dark excitement coming to his chest as he grins wolfishly and imagines all the ways to mark it up with his existence.

All of a sudden, Jungkook’s cock is sinking into you- stretching you within the tight squeeze of your position. His length breaches easily into your twitching walls- not going too fast, but also not stopping to let you adjust to him. With a long mewl, you buck your hips towards the bed, only to be stopped from the thick layer of pillows arching you towards him and you could only imagine the big grin within his voice as he forces you to take him on fully.

“Don’t run from me, kitten.” Jungkook breathes heavily, rocking himself a little more into you. “You asked for this.”

You’re whimpering out from it around Taehyung, the vibration from your voice massaging his dick along with your writhing tongue- drool beginning to pool around as your mouth hangs open from the blissful yet slightly painful intrusion.

“Do you like the way his cock is filling you up, little one? Is Jungkookie deep in your pretty pussy? fuck, tell me how good he feels baby…” He moans out low, a hand coming to run through your hair lovingly, As his dark gaze stays glued to your mouth around him.

Jungkook is still sliding more into you, his grip on your hips tightening the further he goes and the sheer size of him is taking your breath away as he seems to reach his end. But then Just as you felt like you were getting used to him, Jungkook is pulling out all the way to the tip. Your toes curl in anticipation, bracing yourself for the man behind you and simultaneously Taehyung pulls himself away to hear your response. His fingers curl painfully within your hair getting a good grip to pull your face towards him.

“Disobeying me again are we?” He sends a nasty grin, watching your half-lidded eyes blink up at him. In an instant Jungkook’s hips are ramming back into you, pushing his cock easily to the hilt and maybe even a bit further than your limit allowed.

“ oh g- od…” you cry out.

No matter how prepared you were to take him, nothing could ever brace you for the way he immediately pulls back out and begins to set a brutal tempo, His hard thrusts jerking your body viciously towards a still grinning Tae. You look back up to him, his salmon hair glowing from the light behind him and he looks absolutely god-like, sultry eyes swirling with a dark lust from your fucked out gaze.

“Oh little one…” he coos and your mouth parts with instant cries and whimpers. Taehyung’s grip in your hair tightens even more, his own lust consuming him. “You didn’t answer me.” He reminds you with a snarl, the tip of his cock coming back to press at the outside of your lips. The wetness from his pre-cum smears over them in the process and he eyes the way your tongue flicks over afterwards with excitement- the saltiness hitting your tastebuds. His eyes then darken with fascination, dick twitching from your obedient behavior and the action has you clenching your pussy harder.

Jungkook releases a groan from your arousal gushing around him- fascinated by the way your swollen pussy was sucking in his length and how it glistened while his cock was fucking into you repeatedly. He then moves a bruising hand from your hips, his large palm coming down hard on your ass cheek to catch your attention and you cry out even harder.

“Fucking answer him Kitten, tell him how well your little pussy is taking my dick…” he booms, no room for objection.

Your labored breaths are hard to control, the sight of Taehyung beginning to blur from your watering eyes and you swallow in your dry mouth. “He’s D-De-ep, Too deep Tae, I think I-I’m abo- to c-cum.” Your sentence comes out broken with every thrust his partner is laying into you.

Taehyung releases his grip and runs it soothingly over the spot he’d been holding, a complete contrast to how roughly your other boyfriend was ruining you from behind. “Already Little one? No fair and you haven’t even sucked me off yet.” He replies, imitating your brat like persona and you whimper once again- hearing the promising tone in his words.

“Be a good girl and open up for me.” He says switching to a huskier tone and he takes it upon himself to grab his cock, tapping it a few times on your parted mouth. You obey immediately, opening up more so that he could ease himself back in- your moans muffled as they grow louder. A satisfied smirk appearing on his face as he watches his adorable girlfriend’s eyes glaze over and roll back- your grip on his thighs like steel while you’re quickly pushed into your orgasm—You’re cumming around Jungkook in an instant. your body screams with pleasure; a gush of overwhelming heat sending it into a frenzy of delectation, your toes curling in protest and you’re almost wanting to collapse.

Taehyung pushes your mouth down on him, ignoring your loss of breath and his dick twitches again from the sight of Jungkook pounding into you. The man’s thighs slapping against your delightful ass relentlessly and his hands making your spine curve down as they push into the middle of your back.

His face is focused and dark- expression almost sadistic when he feels your walls ripple violently around him and he could tell you were going into overstimulation.“ Look at that,” Jungkook growls with excitement “ I get to make kitten cum all over again…” he gloats, strokes becoming rougher and Taehyung huffs, shaking his head in astonishment. He did say that the kid loves when you’re bratty… it only gave him more of a reason to fuck you like this. Which is why Taehyung almost felt bad for you.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t have much time to really think about it when your head is bobbing down on him deliciously. His jaw going slack at the combination of your hot swirling tongue and moans dancing around his member and you’re suddenly hollowing your cheeks- causing his hips to jerk up.

“How does she feel hyung?shit… I hope our kitten isn’t neglecting you?” Jungkook smirks, watching him, his own grunts falling effortlessly as he digs deeper. You however, can’t stop the high pitched noise from forming within your throat when he suddenly brings another smack to your ass- and four more to come afterwards, just because he liked the way it jiggled from the contact.

In your mouth you could feel Tae swell, your head rising up so that you could swirl your tongue over the velvety skin of his mushroom tip.

“Gonna cum…soon ” He dips his head back, a guttural groan rumbling through his chest when you then swipe over the tiny slit and he’s bringing a hand back to push you further down him. He then begins to thrust up into you setting a consistent pace that has his legs and hips trembling with every stroke. Your eyes widen and tears begin to leak down your cheeks letting you get a better view of his vulnerable state. His dark brows knitted and petal lips parted as his smooth, tan chest rises with quickened breaths and it only makes you want to please him more.

Jungkook hooks a hand behind your knee and pushes your left leg to the side of you. The new angle opens you up for him, the sensation of your battered walls molding onto his thick cock over and over has your mind going blank and your core heating up fast with your next release. His uncompromising thrusts, takes your breath away and just as your nails were beginning to dig into Tae- Jungkook is grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back, leaving you helpless .

“So good Kitten, fuck you’re so fucking perfect- look at how youre going make Tae cum… And I’m not far behind.” He chuckles darkly to hide a moan and you clench around him for mercy, your walls quivering in sensitivity. “I’m g-gonna cum in this pretty little cunt and he’s going to paint that rude mouth of yours kitten- isn’t that what you want?” Jungkook growls menacingly, no trace of compassion in his voice.

Just like Jungkook, Tae’s strokes had become ruthless, his cock sliding up past your tongue and you try your best to breath through your nostrils. The only support you have as they begin to turn sloppy and rushed, comes from the harsh grip he holds once again on your hair. Suddenly, you feel him swell, Tae’s face screwing up with unbelievable pleasure and a beautiful moan falls desperately from his lips, before you feel the hot spurts of his cum. His chest heaves and his abdomen clenches - his sloppy strokes coming to a deep halt within your mouth and you’re forced to take in every last drop - your mouth never stopping its work to have him trembling underneath you.

“Good girl.” You hear him breath heavily while making you stop your actions, his hand loosening its grip to rub soothingly within your hair for affirmation. You whimper in return— still unable to speak from having Jungkook pound into you in the process, your second release nearing closer.

Spent, he gratefully slips himself out and you take in as much air as you can, before you feel Jungkook halt within you once again. Like clockwork he’s flipping you over, his hands snatching your legs to pull you closer and before you know it, Jungkook pulls you up to straddle him, slipping back into you and plunging himself to the hilt to continue his rough ministrations. You’re lost for words, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs and you find yourself turning to Jelly, your thighs quivering and even now that you could see Jungkook in such a feral state— you try to will your eyes open to look at him. His face is concentrated on you, sweat dripping down his sides and his long fluffy hair is now matted down and damp in the process.

You moan from the heated sight, the pleasure once again bringing your eyes to tears and when he shifts to meet your bouncing hips, he manages to tear an even louder cry from you… “ Fuck, J-Jeon please” you beg looking him in the eyes, not sure how much more you could take before crashing on him. Jungkook glares up at you, but behind those hard eyes, there’s still a notable hint of adoration within them and that alone could easily take your breath away. You gasp out, his hands guiding you down roughly onto him, his length hitting you in all the right places and even though this was clearly meant to be your punishment—he was now fucking you with the intent to make you cum before he does.

There’s a short tightening in your chest, a bad feeling coming to you for the words you threatened him with not long ago and you’re slowly slipping a hand into his hair while sinking your nails into his shoulder blades- a pained gasp leaving his mouth and he curses from his rising orgasm.

“Fuck, Kitten Im close,” Jungkook moans, his grunts becoming breathless and broken and he lolls his head onto your shoulder, one of his hands leaving your hips to thumb quickly at your clit.

Your body stutters, an abrupt scream leaving your lips as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere with no warning, your nails digging harder into Jungkook as he continues to bring you down onto him to chase his high. “Fuck!” He curses, his arms wrapping around your waist and his release is spurred on by your walls gripping him unbearably tight. Jungkook halts deep inside of you, just like Tae- his cock paints your insides with the warm mixture— his body shaking under yours and he’s planting chaste kisses on your shoulder and chest.

Slowly, he then lets you go and Jungkook, gently lays your body back towards Tae, your head connecting with his lap. You then hiss feeling Jungkook slip out fully, your sore body still trembling with aftershocks of your orgasm and you don’t move even while feeling a huge dip in the bed from your boyfriend collapsing next to you and Taehyung.

There’s a long pause of silence, nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing filling the air, all three of you exhausted and you nearly forget why you were so worked up in the first place.

A soft caress comes to your head, the feel of Taehyung’s hands running soothingly within your hair and whispering sweet nothings about how well you did to make up for your attitude earlier. You hum with content- your eyelids, heavy and you then feel as jungkook shifts to turn your way.  Your gaze now falling towards him, you find that he’s giving you a comforting smirk and when he leans down closer to press his lips to yours— there’s a sudden thump falling to the floor.

You flinch back and once again you’re caught off guard by the sudden noise of people shooting within the video game- the screen no longer on pause, but now displaying your first person getting killed in an instant and you feel the pull of a smile coming on your lips—your boyfriend raising an inquisitive brow when he notices.

“You knew you were about to die…and you paused it.” He scowls his lips almost going into a pout, but while that happens, there’s the undeniable bulge of his erection lining your outer thigh and Taehyung’s hands going down to caress over your chest and pinch at your sore nipples. You gasp, keening to them and sucking in your bottom to suppress your heated reaction to their incredible stamina, your eyes falling over the screen once more before watching Jungkook’s pout turn to a predatory grin.

One thing for sure…you really weren’t going to play anytime soon.

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taehyung’s reaction when jungkook told him not to dance like a frog just because he looks like he’s wearing a frog costume lmaooo

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Taekook Moans / Audio Smut

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Just Tae making Jungkook feel good hehe...

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Hi can i request a dry humping please when a shy innocent y/n get late to attend proffesor jungkook class and up to you the rest, dhiendkenx sorry, hehe have a nice day & stay safe <3

ty for requesting, hope you'll like it<33 enjoy✨

"can i come in professor?" you asked to the handsome young math professor of yours when you stand at the door of your class, trying to catch your breath.

"you're 15 minutes late __. you can come in but you have to stay late and take your punishment." he said giving a quick look to your tight uniform.

you had a white shirt which covers your upper body tightly and a ultramarine short skirt, hair messy because of the 5 minutes run you just did. you were looking so hot to him, well, to everyone.

you nodded your head quickly. "thank you sir, i surely will." you said before moving to your desk.

you only wished that he'd be there when you're taking the punishment, you could watch him all the time. his thick thighs, big tattooed hands, black hair, addictive smell, that hot body he has, you were finding yourself dreaming about him often. too often.

you couldn't wait that day to end and find him. you even gave extra answers, trying to not think about him during lessons.

and when you heard the school ring, you quickly got your stuff, went to his room after you opened some buttons and lifted your skirt a little.

he was in his room but he went out and told you to wait. you did what he said. he came after some time, when everyone left.

he came and sit his chair and asked you to come close. you were standing in front of his table.

"so __, why did you came late today?" he asked, his voice tone made you excited than you already are.

"uhm...i woke up later than usual because my phone went off sir, it won't happen again i'm sorry." you said looking at the ground while you swing your left feet lightly.

"sorry won't fix this. come closer." your heartbeat got faster and you walked around the table and he turned his chair to you.

"this is not how a student should dress. look at this." he said pulling you from your waist. "it's too tight, i can see your underwear, your skirt is too short too." he whispered to your chest. you could feel his breath because of the buttons you've opened before.

"s-sorry sir, i...uhmm" you couldn't find an explanation. wanted to make you look at me? maybe touch? maybe you'd bend me ove- 'fuck' you thought.

"wanted some attention?" you blushed and couldn't look at his eyes. "tell me who and i'll forgive you." he said, making you bite your bottom lip. you got courage from his touch on your waist.

"y-yours sir." you said and he spreaded his legs, giving you a lust-filled look.

"sit." he tapped his thigh. you were feeling so hot. you obeyed him and placed yourself there, making your wet underwear touch his clothed thigh.

he looked right into your eyes before whispering "such a naughty girl, tell me what you've imagined." he said, holding your hips and clenching his thigh.

you left out a small "ah," and he made you move on him, back and forth.

"i dreamt that you t-touch me sir." he started to push his thigh harder to your pussy, you were getting breatheless, mouth opening from pleasure.

"where?" he said keeping his moves. "here?" he whispered pushing his thigh to your wetness.

"ah y-yes sir." then he held your hips tightly and slowly made you jump on his thighs. your small cries filled the room when he speeded up. he understood that you're close from the way your walls clenching rapidly.

he slowed down a little, made you feel his touch deeper by rubbing his thigh to you. then he speeded up and slowed down, kept doing it till you're a mess.

with one last clench you felt your cum covering your panties. you left out a whiny moan and he got you up.

"never told you you can come babygirl, now bend."

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tae wanting to test out his pain kink on you… so during sex he’ll like smack you or sum idkkkk i’m so bad at describing 😂😂😞

tags: face slapping, choking, biting

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You've always felt that Taehyung had a sadistic side of him that he doesn't show. Your hunch was right when he suggested trying out a couple of new things in bed.

He started off by biting your skin. Not the cute little lovebites or those nips that felt like ants – no. Taehyung used his teeth to sink in deep into your skin like a vampire. He wanted to see those bite marks on you, make them last for hours and hours so that you'll be reminded of who you belong to.

Taehyung loves the way you squirm and writhe whenever he inflicts some sort of pain. It drives him nuts to see that expression on your face, and that you trust him enough to go to heightened experiences you've never felt before.

"Do it." You encourage him.

"But... are you a hundred percent sure—"

"Just fucking do it, Tae."

If you say so.

The first smack on your face was sharp enough for you to emit a loud squeal, a stinging sensation burning into your skin. Taehyung's eyes widen, not expecting to feel his cock throb from a single hit inside of you.

"Oh fuck," he mumbles, he pummels his dick deeper inside of your tight pussy, hearing the wet, lewd noises coming out of it. "You want more?"

"Uh-huh," you bite your lip, getting turned on as well.

He scoffs, one hand enclosing around your neck, squeezing the sides to choke you, while his other hand lands another firm slap on your face. "Ow, s-shit!" Your pussy further soaks his entire length, giving him the power to pound you harder with ease.

Your cheeks were now red, blood rushing to your face as you stare up at him with weary eyes. He loves to see you like this; ruined, used, and submissive.

"Does it feel good?" you ask breathlessly with his hand still choking you, attempting to smile despite how his cock was continuously drilling your pussy. It was obvious that he was getting off on this, but you wanted to hear him say it.

"Yes, fuck yes," Taehyung's eyes roll back to his head, talented hips thrusting in and out as long strokes of his cock allows his tip to nudge your g-spot.

"Hit me again."

He does just that. Slapping your face with all his strength. You release a loud cry.

"Again," you gasp.

"Fucking hell, baby," he slaps your face again, harder, "you like this too, don't you?"

In fact, his slaps were helping you reach your climax.

"Fuuuuck," you whimper, your hand flying down to rub your needy clit, "again. Do it again, please. Oh, please, please, please! I'm gonna cum!"

Taehyung growls, removing his hand from your throat to then push three of his long fingers inside of your mouth. He slaps you once more, his hand coming in contact with your sensitive face.

A mixture of curse words, moans, and groans fills the air as Taehyung feels you cum around his cock. "Baby, baby, you're clenching down on me so tight," he leans down to bite on your neck, making you shiver. "Good girl, baby. My good little painslut."

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fuck me better (m) | jjk, kth

pairing: jungkook x reader ft. taehyung x reader

summary: jungkook isn’t happy when he finds out he’s eating someone else’s cum out of you // taehyung is tired of seeing you fall for jungkook’s games

genre: smut, pwp, oneshot, slight angst, fwb!au, f2l!au, fuckboy!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook,  fuckbuddy!taehyung college!au

wordcount: 3.1k

warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, coercion, manipulation, jealous!jungkook, possessive themes, sloppy seconds, jungkook eats you out but taehyung came inside you first so idk is that cum play, rough sex, major degradation, spanking, choking, jungkook spits on you, breast play, oral, toxic relationship!!!, hate sex kinda, needy!jungkook, dom!jungkook, sweet!taehyung, bigdick!taehyung, praise, taehyungs HANDS. sorry. ehm. sex while intoxicated, mentions of alcohol 

a/n: this is a ~drabble~ from the fuck me forever au. it can be read as a standalone, but makes more sense if you read that so you can understand this jungkook. he’s…something. s/o to this anon for the idea, hope you like it ;)

“Baby…ohh fuck” Tilting your head back, you watched Taehyung’s beautiful, slender hands travel over your trembling chest. His touch was scalding, delicately wrapping his fingers around your throat. Thumbs pressing against your jaw as he looked at you, eyes dark with desire. Sweat painted his forehead as he flipped his hair back, before lowering back to you. Eyelashes brushing against your forehead as his nose nudged against yours.

The room was filled with surreal sighs, desperate moans and the intoxicating scent of sex. The roll of his hips, slow and deep. Your legs snug around his torso, hands combing through his hair, letting him know how much you adored every move he made. 

“You like that?” He growled, baritone voice vibrating against you as he gave a tight thrust, causing the bed beneath you to creak. You loved the feeling of him inside you, his large size was painful but stretched you out so good. You wanted to feel him deeper—wanted him to tear you apart.

“Y-you’re so big” You gasped, words flying out of your mouth before you could stop them. Your mind was numb. Hounded by the pleasure that overwhelmed your every nerve. Taehyung nuzzled into your neck, chuckling slightly at your comment.

“Yeah baby?” The hint of cockiness in his voice made you surge with wetness. He pressed his lips behind your shoulder, a sweet spot for you, causing you to sigh loudly in bliss. He was so incredibly close, but still wanted to feel you even closer. He wanted to be consumed by you—your scent, your body, your everything. 

“You can take it can’t you? So good for me” He sighed, moving his lips behind your ear, kissing you softly as he picked up his pace, chasing a high he was trying so badly to suppress. “You’re gorgeous. So fucking beautiful”

He meant every word, and you could tell. You pursed your lips, holding back the desperate scream you wanted to let out, suffocated by his praise as he fucked into you hard. Your breath hitching every time he pushed you closer and closer to the head of your bed. Making sure you could feel every inch he had to give as he came inside you, filling you to the brim.

Your lips found one another, eyes falling shut as you shared an intimate kiss. Taehyung stilled, pulling away to admire your face “Y/n” He whispered, a small smile on his face. It was still unreal to him. The fact you of all people were beneath him like this. His friends would kill to be in his situation—a fact he was well aware of. Even so, he had no intention to kiss & tell, content with wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

You had been straight with him, you had no intention of starting a relationship. And Taehyung knew exactly why—because you were hung up on a certain good for nothing, insecure fuckboy who you claimed to be your best friend. Jeon Jungkook. He hoped over time he could show you that you deserved so much more. It’s for this reason he fucked you like a lover, despite knowing deep down that to you, he would never be one.

“I-I just can’t even fucking believe that you’re—“

Taehyung’s confession was interrupted by a loud BANG on the door. “Y/n!” Taehyung hissed, rolling his eyes at the sound of Jungkook’s whiny voice cutting clean through the beautiful tension that had formed between the two of you. “Y/n please open up!”

Taehyung could see the guilt in your eyes as you pushed him off of you, pressing a finger to your lips “Shit. Taehyung, I’m so sorry. Do you mind hiding for a bit? I’ll get him to leave but if he sees you here…” Taehyung wanted to scowl. If he sees me here then what?

“Y/nnn pleaseeee” The banging persisted, and the slur in Jungkook’s voice confirmed Taehyung’s suspicions. The boy was drunk. Of course. “I’m so sorry. You know I am. Please let me in…I love you baby please” Quickly you guided Taehyung into your closet, where he grabbed your wrist, yanking you into his chest so he could leave you with a chaste kiss.

“Don’t” He urged you, hoping—wishing you would just give up on him. “Don’t answer” 

But he knew his request was in vain. “I can’t just leave him there” You threw on an oversized shirt, barely covering your ass before sliding the closet door shut. Your legs trembled, sore still as you made your way to let Jungkook in.

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ok WOW this is wild because i wrote fuck me forever during a fucking zoom class randomly, and yall LOVED it. I’m very new to this so, lower your expectations.

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➭ death valley (s) (a) edgy!au gang!au rocker!au | ot7 x reader - COMPLETE

welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

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as good a place to fall as any: jjk x reader

masterlist: bedroom hymns

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

rating: explicit / 18+

genre: smut

summary: part of a mini series exploring fem!dom with each member

wordcount: 1k

warnings: sub!jungkook, dom!reader, footjob, public canoodling, exhibitionism, mention of safeword (not used), ‘noona’

note: reposting this because the original got eaten by the tags. sorry for any inconvenience!

Your boyfriend had been excited the whole way to the restaurant, fidgeting at his suit and sending covert grins your way, believing them to be subtle. More than happy to indulge him, you winked whenever you met his eyes and let your cocktail dress ride up, revealing as much as skin as you could while staying within the realm of public decency. Bare skin, legs freshly pampered until they felt like silk under your touch.

You made a point of switching it up from time to time; while Jungkook adored your legs either way, equally enthusiastic over smoothness as the texture of unshaven skin, there was something about a sudden change that always riled him up. Like watching an episode of Leverage after binging the Dragon Prince, he’d once explained oh so sexily to you. Variety being the spice of life and all that.

Now, inside the restaurant, Jungkook’s eager fidgeting had flipped over to antsy nerves, large eyes darting over the other patrons already enjoying their meals. Your oblivious audience for the day. Swallowing thickly, he adjusted his tie when your foot brushed against him. You’d pretended not to notice his twitch, smiling at the waitress who took your order as though the touch had been a complete accident. You both knew better.

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