Description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him had completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts, due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
The past year and a half was spent trying to recover from the hurricane that was Jeon Jungkook. He invaded your thoughts like a virus that wanted to infect everything in its path. He even crept his way into your dreams, making even the deep realm of sleep a warzone of heartbreak and emotion. It made sense, he was your everything, so now of course you saw him in everything.
You tried to bury yourself in things like work and school when he first left, just so your focus wasn’t purely on the giant black hole that he had left in your life. It wasn’t like you were completely broken by his leaving, it was more so this tiny weight that he had somehow managed to embed inside of your chest. You would be doing fine, and then a tiny scrape of cold metal against your fingertip would send you flying back into the past.
Laying in his bed as you swiped the pad of your thumb across his lip, catching the edge of the cool metal jewelry protruding from his lip while he slept. A simple memory that made it hard to breathe once you were reminded of it, because you knew that it was no longer a possible reality.
Now with all of that being said, the real question is, how do you get over it? You used to think that there really wasn’t a way to get around these feelings, so maybe they would eventually just dull with time, or they could possibly be replaced by gaining feelings for someone else, or maybe you could simply find someone who masked the pain.
Description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him had completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts, due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
Your senses are filled with the scent of food before you even open your eyes. You immediately perk up from your makeshift cocoon in Hoseok’s bed, quickly making your way to the kitchen downstairs. When you round the corner you expect to find Hoseok standing over the stove, but instead you’re met with nothing.
“Hoseok?” You called out as you started making your way through the kitchen. There’s no response, and you’re about to try again when you catch a glimpse of something laying in the middle of the counter. You reach forward for the piece of paper and quickly unfold it.
I have class, but I made you breakfast, it’s in the microwave .x - H
You smile at the note, gently placing it back on the counter before retrieving the food. You made your way to the kitchen table, stomach growling as it begged to be sated. You quickly started shoveling the food in your mouth, practically moaning at the taste of Hoseok’s cooking that you’d missed so much for the past year.
Description:It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
The blades of grass dipped within the spaces of your fingers as you laid on the ground underneath the school tree. The shade covered your body allowing a relaxing atmosphere to take over; well that is until he gets there.
You suddenly feel yourself being pulled up to your feet, causing you to crash into something firm. When you open your eyes you’re met with a sly smirk hidden behind the now familiar glint of his lip ring.
“Jungkook, what’re you doing here, you’re supposed to be sick?” You give him a skeptical look, but he’s not having any of it and he quickly pulls you into his embrace.
“I was, but now I’m not, and I wanted to see you.” He smiles as he drops his hands down to your hips to keep you in place.
“You’re gonna get in so much shit if they see you.” He was wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt, nothing even close to the school uniform.
“Well then we better get out of here before they see me.” He whispers as he dips his head down pressing his lips to yours, enveloping you in his addictive presence. You begin to mold your mouth to his as his fingers dig into your sides. You’ve only been going for a few seconds when you feel him tug you forward, causing you to reluctantly break away.
Maybe it was you who didn’t pay attention to your surroundings but maybe it was because you never had an encounter with him, yet he seemed to be present everywhere -just not in your life.
You knew who he was, that was clear, everyone knew who he was. He seemed to be the college’s bad boy but at the same he was not. Maybe people thought of him as a bad boy because he just wore the same colour -black tight pants, black shirt, black leather jacket, black shoes, black hair…everything was black. Maybe it was because he seemed to have a motorbike and sometimes leaned against it, a cigarette hanging in his mouth, smoke escaping his lips, disappearing into thin air, and he seemed so quiet and peaceful that you didn’t notice him -he was there but he wasn’t there for you.
And when the weather decided to play tricks on you and it started to rain -exactly when you were wearing a cute summer dress, damn it,you had to search for a place to stand under, that was when you noticed him. You didn’t know why but you approached the shop he was standing in front of, yet he didn’t seem to wait for the rain to stop -his attention was given to something else. And when you stepped closer to shield yourself from the rain you realised what he was staring at: the kitten in the store window.
You noticed the soft look in his eyes when the kitten rolled around, the way he buried his hands in his pockets and leaned forward, his black boots kicking the ground softly, a light smile playing on his lips -a smile you’ve never seen on his face before. It was there, directed to the inside as if he didn’t want anyone to see it. Something that was only meant for the little kitten that was caged in the store, mewling softly, paws scratching the window, begging for attention.
“You like cats?”
Immediately, your face flushed, teeth sinking into the flesh of your lower lip, tugging at the skin. You hadn’t meant to start talking, to even ask him something, when you didn’t even know him yet he seemed to draw you in -that you were sure of. It was like he was emitting light -even though he was completely black; you knew he was the definition of addicting drugs yet you didn’t turn around and went away, your feet felt as heavy as cement as you stood next to the little puddle created by the never-ending rain.
His dark calm eyes settled on you once he heard yourvoice and the smile didn’t leave, not like you expected; it was regarded at you, holding in a bit of impudence and when his gaze slid over your form, taking in how you were shaking and jittering, he, with a swift move, draped his leather jacket over your shoulders before he turned away, the cigarette hanging in his mouth moving as his dark voice washed over you, absorbing you in a maze of danger yet safety, playing with you, letting you know that you were, in fact, someone he noticed.
“I do, especially when they’re so cute.”
And you were sure, completely sure -you could even put your hands on fire, that he wasn’t talking about the kitten mewling behind the store window, that this skittish smile he was sending the cat was actually meant for you.
And as you stared at him, cheeks heated, you inhaled the scent of rain, of smoke, of musk, of something unknown yet exciting.
Holy shit I haven’t written smut/2nd POV in a long time but this was REALLY FUN. I HAD SO MUCH FUN. I should do this more often!!! (I’m super nervous about posting this though askfhjkgfdifg)
Rated M for masturbation, shower sex, slight D/s, and some weirdly intimate fluff for good measure!
Word count: 5.1k
The door slammed behind you emphatically, so much so that the walls shook and the pictures rattled on them.
VERY MUCH CO-WRITTEN BY THE LOVELY AND EFFERVESCENT @cyphertrip <3333 PLEASE SEND HER INSANE AMOUNTS OF LOVE, OKAY?
[11:31] You: okay so i’m texting you now like I promised instead of drunktexting yoongi and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. Arent you proud?
[11:32] unknown number: this is yoongi, hi
Rated M for explicit sexy shit, including but not limited to Yoongi’s creative language and lascivious use of cell phones. Also alcohol and partying!!! Based off of THIS gem from Texts From Last Night :-) Word count 6.1k.
I blame literally every single person who sent me a “this or that” question about sitting on Suga’s face for this. do you even know the things you’ve done to me. you bastards.
“I feel like I’m gonna suffocate you,” you giggle, trying not to thrash and knee Yoongi in the face when his fingertips tickle behind your leg.
“Good way to go,” he grins back.
Long fingers dig into the back of your thighs, hauling you upwards despite the flush on your face until you’re knees are digging into the mattress on either side of his head. He strokes down the sides of your thighs to calm you down but you still can’t help feeling embarrassed, especially when he presses a kiss to your inner thigh and inhales deeply.
“God, you smell so good,” he groans, licking the skin.
“Oh my god, shut up,” you flush. Even so, you whimper at the feeling of him dragging his mouth along your thighs. “I can’t believe you want to do this.”
“Like I wouldn’t live and die between your thighs if I could,” he smirks. He always layers on the grease when you get embarrassed because he loves watching you squirm. You’re tempted to smack his forehead but you’re clutching your shirt in your hands too tightly to follow through. He presses another kiss to your thigh, higher up this time and making your clit ache with need, before whispering that you need to relax.
You go limp, letting him pull you closer and into a better position with strong hands digging into your butt until you can barely see his eyes between your legs. You can hear his second moan loud and clear though.
“Y/N” you heard Jungkook sing song. He had been bothering you for the past three weeks. Jungkook was your boss’s son and he had been trying to get you to go out with him since day one.
You had given the papers to your secretary and turned to face him. “Jungkook,” you sighed and walked back over to your office. You walked inside your office and turned to close your door but Jungkook stopped it and walked in. You sighed again and went to sit at your desk. You got on your computer, not looking at him, “Yes, Jungkook.”
“Oh, Y/N” he laughed. “I love when you call me that.”
You looked over at him, “It is your name.”
He just stood there and smiled with a wink. You rolled your eyes, “What did you need?”
He walked over and sat at the on the edge of your desk. “Well, I need a date to dinner tonight?”
Request:au with Yoongi as the reader’s older step-brother (no blood related) where he falls in love with her. Reader is also in a relationship (anyone from the maknae line). NB- happy ending - well anon, i hope you like it!
Another part was requested by anon (anon let me know if you like it.) I wasn’t sure if I was going to do it but then I couldn’t stop thinking about office sex with Jungkook. Anyway, I listened to TIO by Zayn while writhing this ;)
It had been a week since you’d seen Jungkook. You’d forgot that his father had a business trip and wanted Jungkook to come with him so he see the ropes of the family business.
They were in Australia and wouldn’t be back until Monday. You’d gone all week and weekend thinking about Jungkook. It was Sunday night and here you were again, nervous and thinking about seeing him tomorrow. You were sitting in the living room with your roommate trying to focus on a movie while eating dinner but you couldn’t.
As soon as you got home Friday night you woke her up and told her what you had done. You were still on a high from Jungkook fucking you but you knew you were going to regret it in the morning, and boy did you, at first. You couldn’t believe that you had let the your boss’s 20 year old son fuck the shit out of you in a restroom at a nightclub, but as days went by with no sign of Jungkook, no flirting, no touches, no lingering looks, no singing of your name your thoughts became consumed of him.
Summary: Jungkook comes to you with a proposition to give you money in return for your company and all you know is that being spoiled has never felt so sweet before.
Info: Requested, rough-ish daddy kink Jungkook smut. Really no plot I just threw this together so I hope you all enjoy.
WC: 2000-ish
Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, Rough-ish
Him, Jungkook, his eyes always did follow you didn’t they? From the moment you first met to now. He could never look away when you were together or even near. His big puppy eyes trailing after your form as you walked from one place to another. The first time was when he was hired to work at the same restaurant as you, he was busboy. You hadn’t paid much mind because he and you rarely interacted at work, being a hostess meant you welcomed the costumers and brought them to an available table. Keeping tabs on who came, who left, what tables were available and who the waitresses and waiters were for each table. The few times you did interact with him were to tell him which tables needed to be cleared and cleaned. He never said a word other than “I understand”, before rushing off to clean the table in question.
After a couple months of him working you began to notice his stares, the were sweet and shy glances really. It wasn’t insistent then, but obvious and had always had your cheeks heated when you caught his eye. Even if you didn’t make eye contact with him, the simple feeling of the handsome young mans eyes racking over you was enough to make you blush. You always chastised yourself for reacting at all, but it got worse when you began to slip up. All the waitresses looked at him, whispered about his nice jawline and big dark eyes. They gushed over his strong arms and how soft his hair looked or how broad his shoulders were. Originally you snapped at them for wasting time, but more often you found yourself secretly agreeing, he was a very handsome guy. You slipped up more when you began to stare back and he definitely noticed the change.
Instead of him being the only one sneaking glances and scanning the other, you were now doing it. He could feel your eyes burning and biting his arms and back, the side of his face when he wasn’t looking directly at you for once and he flushed at the thought of you liking him remotely as much as he liked you. You began to though and the tension between the pair of you slowly escalated higher and higher. He was too shy and soft spoken to really approach you bravely and you were to proud to give in to what you wanted in favor of denying your feelings for the younger man. That tension broke like a whip cracking though and it was the beginning of a lovely relationship.
Jungkook and you had been together for a few years now and tried many different things in the bedroom. Though he was always hesitant to ask, you never failed coaxed it out of him and weren’t afraid to ask for things as well. You both grew to discover that a bit of roughness was amazing, but the most surprising discovery was Jungkooks want for you to call him Daddy. It had surprised you at first, thinking it was a joke and laughing light heatedly when he mentioned it. In your defense he mentioned it as though he were joking with that signature cock of his eyebrow and a goofy smirk, but the small squabble turned into a deep conversation on why he was even interested in that nickname. He had explained that he still had trouble feeling like a man in your presence due to the age gap. You were only a few years older, but he often felt like a child whenever he called you Noona. To him it was a way to hear you refer to him as a man, someone stronger than you and able to protect and care for you. It’s what he wanted you to feel when looking at him anyways, so of course you agreed since in your eyes he was very much a man and if one little nickname could prove it to him, then of course you would agree.
The only problem was Jungkook wanted it at very random moments when you least expected him to corner you with his desire, not that you weren’t always willing. You never really knew when and now must have been one of those “moments” as the second you stepped from the shower he was on you. Jungkook had your hips dug into the bathroom counter body bent forward over the hard surface. His lips at your ear so you could hear his heavy panting while he tugged at your earlobe and hips rocking aggressively into your ass. His hands gripped bruising at your still wet waist, pushing your hips to rock with his.
“Kookie, you’re getting your clothes wet”, You gasped out as his teeth nibbled lightly at your earlobe. His cute nickname though caused him to pause for a moment long enough for you to brace yourself as his hand moved from your hip to place a heavy smack onto your ass. Gasping somewhere between shock and pleasure you doubled over the counter giving him more access to your behind.
“That’s not what you call me princess,” His voice took on a low quality, deep and raspy satoori causing your legs to clamp shut in arousal. Jungkook hummed happily at the reaction his hand rubbing soothing circles into the reddening flesh before trailing down the back of your thigh and swiftly between your legs, fingers just brushing over your folds.
“Do you want me?” His clothed chest pressed to your still wet back, teeth nipping playfully at the shell of your ear. Your lustful whimper was answer enough, but when he was in this mood he needed just a little bit more from you. He liked to hear you say it, to beg for him just the tiniest bit because it was sexy and it was vocal confirmation that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.
“What was that I didn’t hear you?” His fingers rubbed a bit more firmly against your now soaking core, but that’s all they did, nothing more. His free hand left your waist and tangled into your hair so he could pull your head back, eyes meeting in the mirror. The lighting cast across his jaw in just the right way giving it’s sharp line an unbearably sexy shadow. Dark eyes trapping you in place and forcing those pretty words from your lips.
“Daddy please,” You never fought him on it, not when he looked at you like that. Not when his fingers rubbed soft and mind numbing circles against your folds. That little smirk that lifted the corner of his lip, a brow quirking happily.
“Good girl,” With a kiss to your cheek Jungkook let his fingers rub more firmly against your clit, eliciting a lovely moan to tumble from your lips and your body to melt into his touch. His hips pushed forward even though his hand prevented him from finding any relief. He really wanted to just fuck you right then and their, but not pleasing his princess was never an option.
“Look at you, my pretty princess….do you like when daddy touches you like this?” He lightly pulled your hair and nudged you into looking at yourself just as a moan tumbled out of your mouth from his fingers pushing more harshly onto your clit. Your eyes fixated on yourself for a moment, hair dripping wet from the shower you had just taken, messy and disheveled, but sparkling clean and slippery. Jungkook loved when your skin was wet from the shower, it made you feel so much softer.
“Yes, please more,” You only wanted him to push into you with literally anything, to bring you relief of some kind before you went crazy, he knew that though. Jungkook kissed your temple once before releasing your hair and standing to his full height only to fall to his knees.
“Hands behind your back,” He playfully slapped your cheek with the command, watching in satisfaction when your hands locked in place behind you. Then his hands were spreading your legs apart and his mouth was trailing wet kisses from the back of your knee up to the red burn of your cheeks then back down the other side. By the time he had licked and kissed his way to your inner thighs you were practically begging him to do more. Jungkook was always eager to please and wasted no time with spreading you further and nipping at your inner thighs harshly, fingers pushing roughly into your now soaking core. You were so ready for him that he could slip the two in easily, Jungkook let out a groan at the feeling, his head leaning back so he could watch his fingers disappear into you. Curling with each deep pass causing loud moans to rip from you.
“You look so pretty like this princess, fuck,” Jungkook didn’t swear often, but when he did it was due to something very euphoric or painful. In this case, he felt an unbelievable amount of pleasure. You cried out when his tongue joined his fingers unannounced and flicked aggressively against your walls and clit. You gasped and shook above him, fighting the will to reach back and tangle your fingers into his hair.
“Daddy please, fuck me already,” You finally panted out the words he had been waiting for not that he would be coaxed into doing it. He didn’t listen, as usual, and continued to pull you apart with each thrust of his long fingers and flick of his sinful tongue. Even when your moans turned to a higher pitch and your orgasm threatened to spill. He continued till you shook and nearly finished, he loved bringing you to the brink and then pulling back. He slapped your ass-cheek roughly once more after his fingers and mouth left you. You cried out in frustration at the lose and even louder when he spanked you again.
“I think we’re both very, very ready baby,” Jungkook hummed standing back up and meeting your gaze in the mirror. His little smirk could stop your heart, but when he pulled his shirt off and made quick work of his pants and boxers, you might as well have had a stroke.
“You’re so sexy,” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. You weren’t one to compliment so openly during the act, but he seemed to love it.
“Yeah?” His eyebrow cocked and hand disappearing to more than likely stroke his stiff erection that needed some kind of relief. “You’re pretty sexy yourself princess,” He replied with a wink before grabbing your hip and lining himself up with your entrance. You were so wet and weak at this point, ready for him to just push in harshly and give you what you wanted. Jungkook being the gentleman he is though, pushed in at an achingly slow pace. Both of you letting out sounds of pleasure when he finally bottomed out and rubbed circles into your hips. Normally, when you weren’t as worked up, he would wait for a moment, but the way you pushed back into him with your hands still clasped tightly behind your back. He couldn’t resist, Jungkook pulled out only to slam his cock back into you at a bruising pace.
Loud hoarse moans erupted from you and turned into screams of “please”, “more”, and “daddy”, which only spurred him on to go harder. He groaned lowly, one hand abandoning your hip to grip your throat and pull your back to his bare chest. Fingers tightening sporadically against your windpipe as he continued to piston his hips into yours.
“Just a little bit more princess, not much longer I promise,” He whispered into your ear, the words were sweet but his dark eyes and cocked head held the promise only a man could make. Jungkooks other hand slipped around your hip and delved between your legs so his fingers could strum against your clit and force you to your orgasm. It wasn’t long before his hips began to slam harshly into yours with that signature stutter as he neared his end. Your skin slapping together and accompanying the loud and high toned moans ripping out of you added to your high. Jungkooks fingers working at a much quicker rhythm as you reached your brink and his hips began to move with a harsher rhythm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…come on princess fucking come on,” He all but growled into your ear as the fingers around your throats tightened and you finally toppled over the edge. Your walls tightening sporadically around his still pumping cock till, with a strangled cry, Jungkook came moaning along with you. His body shuddering against yours and continuing to move so he could drag out your release as well. It was a few moments before he pulled away from you, skin now sticky with sweat instead of water. Your body was gathered up against his as he carried you into your bedroom and the two of you splayed out on the bed.
“I love you Noona,” He whispered to you placing the first kiss of the encounter onto your lips. His eyes were no longer dark and dangerously sexy, instead they transferred back into his big puppy appearance that had always made your heart swell. He smiled bunny teeth and all while he nuzzled you deeper into his embrace, adoring just the sound of your light breathing and the feel of your skin against his. His fingers brushing through your now slightly damp hair to get out any knots he may have caused. Soft apologies in regards to possibly hurting you and light feather kisses along your brow and nose bridge. He was always so gentle afterwards and became exactly what anyone expected him to be, the perfect sweetheart.
Description: Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual. Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 8641
Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names
A/N: I ended up having to split this chapter in two because it was getting so long. I hope you enjoy it anyways!
You were now in Yoongi and Taehyung’s apartment since you were their personal slave for the week. You had lost a bet to them the week before. You all were playing different games with them one night and decided to make it interesting. You were going to make them your personal slaves, but you lost and you were regretting making the bet in the first place.
Of course you were now in a skimpy maid outfit and black stilettos that Yoongi bought you. It honestly was a little weird for Yoongi to have gotten them for you, handing them to you with a gummy grin Monday morning. He was so quiet sometimes, so you figured he was probably the kinkest one out of all seven boys. Then again it was probably Taehyung who talked him into buying it for you. You knew they were going to try and make your life a living hell… and they did.
Genre: Smut, angst, (jealous Hobi) with a side of fluff.
You and your boyfriend, Hoseok, were getting ready for a party tonight. You had a bit of a fight earlier because he was ignoring you the night before. You knew dance practice was a big deal for him but he hadn’t answered his phone all day and you two had plans that night.
Once he finally came home, not giving you any excuse but his busy schedule, you two went out with some friends. He wasn’t acting very ‘couple like’ with you while you were out. It’s not that you both take part in extreme PDA but he barely touched you which wasn’t normal for him. You knew it was important for him to have guy time too but Jimin and his girlfriend were practically all over each other. The other boys seemed to be having a great time trying also to include Hoseok. Instead Hoseok wandered off and you didn’t see him for most of the night. Although, Namjoon was especially having a good night because he was very drunk and giving you all the attention Hoseok wasn’t. Once you got home that night Hoseok went straight to bed without a word.
Another part was requested by anon (anon let me know if you like it.) I wasn’t sure if I was going to do it but then I couldn’t stop thinking about office sex with Jungkook. Anyway, I listened to TIO by Zayn while writhing this ;)
It had been a week since you’d seen Jungkook. You’d forgotten that his father had a business trip and wanted Jungkook to come with him so he see the ropes of the family business.
They were in Australia and wouldn’t be back until Monday. You’d gone all week and weekend thinking about Jungkook. It was Sunday night and here you were again, nervous and thinking about seeing him tomorrow. You were sitting in the living room with your roommate trying to focus on a movie while eating dinner but you couldn’t.
As soon as you got home Friday night you woke her up and told her what you had done. You were still on a high from Jungkook fucking you but you knew you were going to regret it in the morning, and boy did you, at first. You couldn’t believe that you had let the your boss’s 20 year old son fuck the shit out of you in a restroom at a nightclub, but as days went by with no sign of Jungkook, no flirting, no touches, no lingering looks, no singing of your name your thoughts became consumed of him.
“Y/N” you heard Jungkook sing song. He had been bothering you for the past three weeks. Jungkook was your boss’s son and he had been trying to get you to go out with him since day one.
You had given the papers to your secretary and turned to face him. “Jungkook,” you sighed and walked back over to your office. You walked inside your office and turned to close your door but Jungkook stopped it and walked in. You sighed again and went to sit at your desk. You got on your computer, not looking at him, “Yes, Jungkook.”
“Oh, Y/N” he laughed. “I love when you call me that.”
You looked over at him, “It is your name.”
He just stood there and smiled with a wink. You rolled your eyes, “What did you need?”
He walked over and sat at the on the edge of your desk. “Well, I need a date to dinner tonight?”
Requested by: Anonymous (But also for my angelcake @aye-liek3)
Warnings: Smut. Mention of Dom.
You bundled the comforter tighter around your body, cheek pressed into your pillow as you stared at the glowing red numbers of the clock beside your bed. It was just after 11pm now, which meant that Hoseok and the rest of the boys were more than likely still busy practicing the routine for their latest song promotions.
For the last three days straight, Hoseok had been staying at the dorm and although you really should be used to time apart by now, you couldn’t help but miss having him next to you. You thought that getting to bed early would help, you could sleep away the time and then before you knew it, he would be back with you again. You underestimated how difficult it would be for you to fall asleep though, not when your mind was reeling with thoughts of your boyfriend. Especially when tomorrow was his birthday and you weren’t even certain if you’d get to spend the day together.
You threw the blankets off of you with a discontented sigh, rolling onto your back and staring up at the blackness that would normally be your ceiling. Your hands slid flat over the sheets, craving against all odds and reason to feel your fingertips brush against Hoseok. You missed his warmth, being able to curl tightly against him, his arms somehow just knowing to tighten around you even in the deepest of sleeps. You missed him waking you up at any hour of the night, feathery light kisses against your shoulders and arms pulling you from your sleep, followed by hushed whispers of why exactly he woke you up and how you could fix it.
You pinched the sheets between your fingers, rolling and tugging at the fabric as an overwhelming feeling of longing washed over you. You needed Hoseok and you needed him now. You rolled to your side again, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, your feet hanging off the edge of the bed. Hoseok was still in the studio, you were certain of it. Even if the rest of the boys had gone back to the dorm to rest, you knew that he would be doing his best to perfect each and every step. That gave you the perfect opportunity to leave a surprise that would be waiting for him when he did finally finish.
You bit your bottom lip as a smile stretched across your mouth, hands already tugging your camisole over your head as you stood up. With an outstretched hand, you blindly reached down in the dark, fingers stretching out until they met with the cool metal of your bedside lamp, sliding up the base to push in the switch and flood your bedroom with a dim light. With an easy push to the waistband of your sleep shorts, they fell to the floor and you stepped out of them as you made your way to the dresser that you and Hoseok shared. You knew exactly what you were looking for. You pulled open the second last drawer, and surely enough, hidden partially under a couple of t-shirts, was Hoseok’s favourite white tank top.
He wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it.
You hugged the material to your chest for a second, inhaling the faint smell of your boyfriend that for the most part was concealed with laundry soap. After you pulled the shirt over your head, you analyzed yourself in the large mirror that sat atop your dresser. It looked exactly the way you pictured it would on you. The material was thin enough that it left barely anything to the imagination–not that Hoseok really needed to imagine–and the holes for the arms were cut low enough that if you positioned yourself just the right way, you could get a good glimpse of the swell of your breasts from the side. A hand smoothed down your stomach, pulling the hem of the shirt down as low as it would go, which wasn’t even low enough to cover your butt entirely.
With quick, eager steps, you retrieved your phone from your bedside table, unlocking it and tapping the camera icon. This was the most exciting part; possibilities of different positions flashed through your mind. You wanted the best reaction possible out of your Hobi. You wanted him to know how much you missed him. You crawled onto the bed, sitting back on your haunches. With the help of the height of the mattress, you could get a full view of yourself in the large, dresser mirror. Pulling the shirt down once more and adjusting yourself, keeping your arms out of the way, you snapped a picture of yourself from the side.
It came out perfectly, the hem of the armhole stopped just before the darker colour of your nipple was exposed. You sent it to Hoseok, adding a short message of, ‘I miss you, baby.’ , followed by a heart. You weren’t expecting a rapid response, and you didn’t get one. Which was fine with you, because it gave you the opportunity to take some more pictures. Lying on your back, you held your phone above you, snapping another picture of yourself with the hem of Hobi’s shirt tucked between your thighs to keep from exposing too much too soon.
After you sent it, you were typing another message, in the middle of telling him how you couldn’t wait to see him again. The appearance of three grey dots popping up stopped your thumbs instantly, excitement pulling your mouth into a grin. The white bubble popped up, and you read his text with eager eyes;
[My Hope 11:24pm]: What do you think you’re doing, miss?
Days, weeks, and months passed since the first night. Ten drew me in countless times and every time, I would want him more and more. As soon as it was over, however, I felt horrible. I was tired. Tired of being his.
About 2 months after he claimed me as his, I started to have nightmares. I saw the same place every night. It was dark, engulfed in flames. I almost always found myself in a building looking outwards at the devastation. Death. It was everywhere. It was driving me insane. This had to stop.
It was 3 in the morning on a quiet night when I woke up with a start. I was in cold sweat and my breathing was heavy. It seemed as if this was the hundredth time I had dreamt this dream. I couldnt take it anymore. Without a second thought, I found myself running out to Ten’s house. I frantically knocked on his door. “Ten!” I cried. “Open the door!” Not moments, later he was before me. “Wow, I didnt even have to call you over this time” He ran a hand through his hair and yawned. “I cant do this anymore” I stared him down. “I dont recall you having a choice,” Ten snickered. “TEN IM SERIOUS!” I yelled. Ten noticed my tone and his expression faltered. He quickly pulled me inside and closed the door. “What are you doing?!” I pulled my arm away. “Do you want to wake up the whole neighborhood?” Ten asked. I sighed and shook my head. “Now what’s with this all of a sudden?” “I dont want to do this anymore” I spat out. “Like I told you before, you dont have a say” Ten put his hands in his sweatpant pockets. I glared up at him. “Ten, I CANT do this. I feel like Im dying,” I said through gritted teeth. “Really?” Ten suddenly pushed me against the wall. He lowered his head so that his lips were hovering over my neck. “Because when you scream my name, you sound more alive than ever” He kissed my neck, causing me to shudder. I pushed him away quickly before I gave in again. He stared at me with his red eyes and I shrunk down. “Stop doing that” I mumbled. “I see enough red when I sleep” “What?” He raised a brow. His voice was more authoritative and I was a bit too startled to reply. “What do you mean?” “I-Ive been having nightmares” I looked up at him. Its been a month and i feel like Im going crazy..I-I Ten I cant do this" “What do you see?” Ten asked, grabbing both my wrists. He seemed alot more serious than he usually was. “I…I see death…in this place thats full of fire and monsters….Im always stuck in a black building looking out at everyone suffering..” I looked up at Ten. His eyes were red again but as soon as his gaze caught mine, they turned brown again. “This isnt good” Ten let go of me, “Youre connected.” “Im what?” I was confused. What did he mean by connected? “Do you love me?” He blurted. “No,” I immediately said. “Why do yo-” “Have you met any other demon?” Ten asked. “No, Ten what-” I started. “When was the last time you-” Ten began. It was my turn to interrupt him. “Ten!” I exclaimed, causing him to stop. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” Ten’s expression became stern.
“I think youre pregnant”
My eyes widened and I stumbled back against the door. “But you said there was no chance…” I stared up at him. “No. I said there was less than a 1% chance” Ten corrected. “Ten dont fuck with me!” I cried. “Im sorry” He looked down.
I had to get out of there. I turned around to open the door but it suddenly clicked closed. I still tried to open it, pulling frantically. I was getting hysterical and fell to my knees. I was sobbing now. “Let me go,” “I cant” “I want to leave” “You cant”
“Why?!” I screamed. “They’re coming after you,” Ten grimly stated. I looked up him through watery eyes. “Who,” I questioned. “The supreme,” Ten responded. “They deal with important affairs next to the king and queen of the underworld.” “Why would they care? You said plenty of demons go out and capture women. This cant be so uncommon if its happening to us” I hysterically stated. “First, this is extremely uncommon and second, not all demons are heir to the throne,” Ten knelt down to get at my eyelevel. I stared at him in disbelief for I couldnt find the words to say. “They’re going to kill you” I felt my heart drop and my thoughts clouded my judgement. I lurched forward so that Ten was on the ground and i was above him. “Why couldnt you just leave me alone!” I screamed and hit his chest. Ten did nothing to stop me and let me continue hitting him until I was too tired to do anything. Thats when he sat up. “Theres another way,” His hands caught mine, locking them in place. I looked into his red-again eyes and waited for him to continue. “I have to mark you” “M-Mark me? I shook at the possibilities of what he had to do to ‘mark me’. “In order for a demon to stay with a human forever, he or she must mark them. Once this has happened, that human can not be targeted by other demons but the one who marked them can’t return home either” He explained. “F-forever?” That word stuck with me. “We’ll never separate,” Ten’s eyes became brown again. “Now whats your choice?” “I actually have a choice?” I stared straight at him. “Marking has to be consensual or it can not occur” Ten nodded. “So whats it going to be ___. Death by surpreme or eternity with me and our child”
Child…..
I glanced down at my stomach. There was a baby in me. What would it become? Could I love it?
“___,” Ten brought me back from the trance. “ I wouldnt be surprised if the Surpreme already caught wind of our intetions so I need an answer.” Thousands of thought flew through my mind before the answer was clear.
“Mark me.”
I thought I saw Ten smile but I couldnt be sure. He lifted me up so I was standing and led me to a black door. He opened it and pulled me inside. We were walking into a basement of some sort but unlike normal basements, this one had a giant black, wooden table in the middle. Ten let go of me and started to rummage through one of the many cabinets in the room. He pulled out a round container filled with a red substance before making his way to the table. He popped off the cap and took the liquid onto his fingers. I watched as he wrote something in unreadable letters across the table. Once finished, Ten ushered me over to him. He grabbed my arm and drew a symbol over it before doing the same to himself. “It’s ready” Ten’s eyes began to glow again as he started to recite some kind of ritual. His eyes locked themselves onto mine and I couldnt look away.
His words suddenly stopped after a few moments. I noticed that our symbols were now glowing along with the message on the table. “Ten…” his name softly rolled off my tongue. “We’re almost done,” Ten reached up to touch my face. Slowly, he inched forward until his lips were on mine. This kiss was different from all the others. It was soft and gentle. I found myself melting into it and my hands reached out to grab Ten’s arms. But then suddenly, it felt off. I tried to pull away from Ten but he held me tightly. Something pushed itself inside me, like a spirit. I couldnt move as i felt it move all through my body before settling into my bones.
Ten pulled away, looking down at my shaken being. “Its done,” he sighed. “What…was..” my hands let go of him. “The demonic root.” Ten stated. “ its an entity that each demon male is born with it and once he finds the person he must be with, he transfers it over, making that person his forever. The entity protects the beholder but its only as strong as the one it was tranferred from.” “Then what about you? W-whos protecting you now?” I questioned. “No one. But to be honest, I never needed that thing. Im strong enough with out it,” Ten responded. I nodded at his words. “What now…” I mumbled. “I dont know…” Ten sighed.
Warnings: This is a Rated M+ story. Read at your own risk. This is not a fluffy smut. There are parts that may bother some readers so please remain conscious of this.
A/N: This is gonna be a new series but it’ll be kind of darker than what I usually write. Tell me what you think
He moved months ago. I noticed him on the first day when a moving truck was parked in front of the house next door. It was late in the afternoon and I had just gotten home from class. I glanced over at the house as I got out of my car. The lights were on and the front door was open. A couple boxes were situated on the drive way. Suddenly, a male walked out of the house and his eyes quickly landed on me. A smile spread on his lips. “Hey neighbor!” He said cheekily and made his way to the property line. “O-oh Hi,” i smiled awkwardly and walked towards him. “Its nice to meet you” “Same here….I’m Ten by the way” He held out his hand. “____,” I shook his hand. “So how do you like the neighborhood so far?” “Its nice” He nodded. “Well that’s good..” I nodded. “You have a lot of boxes to load huh?” “Yeah” Ten sighed. “It’s going to take me all night to get everything unpacked” “Do you need any help?” I asked, trying to be friendly. “That’s fine. You’re probably busy” Ten shrugged with a smile. I felt my cheeks heat up slightly. He was in reality really attractive and the way the afternoon sunlight hit his face made him almost glow. “No, I honestly have nothing going on” I laughed. “I’ve finished my classes for the week so I have the weekend free” “Oh, well then I could use the extra help I guess” Ten shrugged. “Okay. Let me just put my stuff away and change” I smiled before heading inside my own home.
Hours passed as I helped Ten get unpacked. “Why do you have so much stuff” I whined as I helped him set the last of his things in his room. “I don’t know.” Ten chuckled as he loaded his clothes into his dresser. “It’s 1 in the morning Ten. We’ve been at this for 7 hours” I collapsed onto his bed, feet dangling off the side. “And I really appreciate that” He closed his dresser and went to lay down next to me. “It’s good to know that I have nice neighbors” “Well FYI, I’m the only nice one” I laughed. “All the other neighbors are obnoxious kids with lousy parents and then cranky seniors” “Then I’m glad I live next to you” Ten smiled. It was oddly comfortable hanging out with Ten even though we had just met. I smiled slightly. It was going to be nice having a normal neighbor.
At least I thought he was normal…..but I soon found out things pertaining to Ten would be anything but normal.
A yawn escaped my lips and I stretched my arms, unconsciously arching my back in the process. Ten stared at me with an unreadable expression. I turned my head to face him and raised an eyebrow. “Is there something on my face?” I frowned and sat up. “No” Ten stated lowly and sat up as well. “Oh..” my cheeks heated up slightly. “You know ___,” Ten’s hand reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re really pretty.” Something felt off suddenly. “T-Thank you..” I scooted away slightly. “Im serious. You’re beautiful” He softly whispered. “Thanks…umm….you know,” I stood up, “It’s getting late. I should go home,” “What’s the rush?” He smiled wickedly and the doors and windows suddenly slammed shut. “What the Fu-” My words got caught in my throat when I looked over at Ten. His eyes turned a bright shade of red before returning to their brown color.
My first impulse was to run, and so that’s what i did. I tried to open the door but It was stuck. I still frantically tried to open it. “There’s no use” Ten was suddenly behind me. His arms encircled my waist and my breathing hitched. “You’ve been caught” “Let go of me!” I exclaimed and pushed him away before running to the other side of the room. I tried to open the windows but those were closed too. “HELP!” I began to scream. “No one will hear you” Ten smirked and sat onto the bed. “What are you? What do you want from me?” I shook in fear. “I’m a demon,” Tens eyes flashed red. “And I’ve lived in the underworld for all my existence. If you saw the demon women, you’d be utterly repulsed. Now human women, like yourself, are different. They draw us to them with a scent. Your scent grabbed my attention.” “What the fuck do you mean?? I never tried to draw anyone in,” I took a step back. “You don’t try ___” Ten laughed and rested his elbows on his thighs. “It just happens….and you, oh you give off such a sweet scent. I don’t know how no one else got to you.” I stayed silent, too scared to say anything. A chuckle left Ten’s lips. “It’s been too long since Ive gotten out of that hellhole. I wanna have some fun tonight,” “Y-you can’t make me do anything” I stuttered. “On the contrary,” Ten smirked. “Come here” I felt myself walking towards him. I knew I shouldn’t but something made me walk forward and I stopped right in front of him. He pulled me closer so that I was standing between his legs. He brought his lips to my neck, sucking on the skin and letting his tongue roam over the now colored skin. My hands shakily grabbed his sleeves and I closed my eyes, trying to escape the present. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning and giving him any satisfaction. Ten pulled away slightly and stood up. He lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it to some corner of the room before turning me around and pushing me onto the bed. He tossed his own shirt to the side and moved atop me, ushering me further up the bed. “Kiss me” He commanded. I propped myself up onto my elbows and hesitantly brought my lips to his. Ten immediately kissed me back. His tongue immediately darted into my mouth and caught mine. He was passionate, i couldn’t deny it and it would have felt great if it weren’t for the circumstances at hand. Ten continued to kiss me and his hands began to move to my stomach. His fingers traced my exposed skin causing me to shiver. A gasp left my lips when he moved his mouth down my chest and stomach, stopping right above the hem of my shorts. Ten slid 2 fingers underneath my shorts and pulled them down and off my legs. “Do you want me to make you scream” Ten asked. “N-no..” I responded weakly, causing Ten to raise a brow. “I guess that’s too bad” He smirked and slid his fingers into my panties. “You say no yet you’re so wet”
One finger. He began to pump it inside of me at a quick pace. Two fingers. My breathing got heavy and my hands reached down to stop him. He simply grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. 3 fingers. I was resisting the urge to moan. A bitter pleasure swept through me as he went faster. Suddenly, his thumb began to rub against my clit and that’s when I lost it. “Ten!” I gasped, feeling a warm feeling erupt in my stomach. “Aaah~” “That’s what I like to hear” Ten licked his lips. I was so close to the edge. The pressure in my stomach continued to increase but before I could release, Ten pulled out. I panted for air and stared at Ten. He was hovering right above me now. “You seem to really want this now” He smiled. “Fuck you” I spat out without thinking. “In time” Ten responded. “But first, lets see if you taste as good as you smell” He moved down again, letting go of my wrists this time. His face was directly in front of my womanhood. I tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. “___, if you don’t play nice, Im going to put you right on the edge over and over again and not let you release” His words made me stop. He smirked and attached his lips to my core. My breathing was uneven as his tongue licked a swipe against my folds. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and my eyes closed. This felt so good but it felt so wrong. Ten began to dart his tongue in and out of my womanhood, causing me to let out a soft moan. The pressure was back and this time, I released over Ten’s face. He lapped up my juices before coming back up to kiss me. I let out a whine of dismay but Ten continued to move his lips against mine. “You tasted amazing,” He whispered against my lips. “But I think it’s my turn now” Ten got off the bed and took off his pants and boxers with one pull before climbing over me again. My eyes stared at his cock. It was bigger than what I was used to. He moved up this time so that his pelvis was right in front of me. “Suck” he commanded. I parted my lips and licked his tip, tongue sliding over the slit. A low groan escaped Tens lips and I took him deeper. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock and started to bob my head. “___ you’re so good” Tens arms that were next to me shook slightly, threatening to give in. I continued to suck on his cock, hollowing my cheeks in the process. Ten let out another moan and suddenly began to thrust into my mouth. Surprised by his movement, I stopped bobbing my head. This only led Ten to quicken his pace. His dick hit the back of my throat, causing tears to well up in my eyes. My name continually left his lips as he thrusted into my mouth. His pace quickened but he soon pulled out. “Turn around” he said. I scrambled onto all fours and faced the other way. Ten’s hands traced my ass before giving it a smack. I let out a whine at the sensation. “I hope you’re ready for what’s next” He stated lowly before positioning himself in front of my core. “Aahh~” a loud moan left my lips as he pushed himself inside me. “You feel so good ” He groaned and started to thrust inside me. His pace was excruciatingly slow and it made me go crazy. Breathy groans left my lips as this continued. “Do you want me to go faster?” Ten suddenly asked. I let out a soft yes. “Beg for it” He stopped moving and pulled out before flipping me onto my back. He stared down at me with dark eyes. “N-no” I mumbled. I didn’t want to plead. Ten raised an eyebrow at this and smirked. “Alright then” He pushed himself back in but his pace was still slow, probably even slower. He went deeper this time and suddenly hit a spot that made me see colors. “Ten!” I screamed unconsciously. Ten smirked and began to direct his thrusts away from this spot. My eyes caught his and I bit my lip. “Beg” he smiled. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. “Ten…” I gasped. “Please..go faster.” “Louder” he commanded. “Go faster please,” I cried out. His thrusts immediately gained momentum and my hands reached up and grabbed his shoulders. Moans filled the room as he went deeper with each thrust. He hit the spot again and I pulled him closer. He continued to hit the same spot over and over again. “Ten~~” I gasped. “You sound so beautiful when you moan my name” Ten brought his face closer to mine and kissed me. He was rough this time. His lips moved harshly against mine before pulling away. I could tell he was close. I was too. Warm pressure built itself up inside of me and I came over his dick. Ten continued to thrust into me until he came as well, filling me up with his seed.
My eyes suddenly widened. We hadn’t used protection. Ten caught sight of my expression and chuckled. “You won’t get pregnant. The chance of a human being impregnated by a demon are less than 1%” He sighed and pulled out before collapsing next to me.
“How did you get drawn to my scent?” I asked. Ten looked over at me. “I told you it intrigued me” He stated. “But out of every woman in the world…why me?” A shiver ran up my spine as i thought about all the others who were caught. “You’re special” Ten replied.
A fill for this request. I changed the request a bit from sugamonster to a minjoon threesome, because I couldn’t stop imagining Jimin as a sub.
Warning: rated M for extremely graphic smut. read at your own risk
dom!Namjoon X sub!Jimin X sub!you
Word Count: 8,233
Your knees are wobbling with nerves as you order a shot of tequila at the bar. It’s the first time you’ve ever gone to a club by yourself, and you’re beginning to regret this decision. The bartender pours you the drink and sets the glass in front of you without another glance. You stare at the amber liquid with a frown. It’s not too late to just give this up and go home. If you hurry, you can be back in your warm bed in under half an hour.
Before you can push the drink away and call a taxi, your cell phone rings. You look down at the caller ID, and are tempted to ignore the call when your boyfriend’s name flashes across the screen. You sigh and pick up anyways, “Hello?”
“Where are you?” is his snarl in return.
You roll your eyes, “Oh, how nice of you to finally return my calls, Namjoon,” your tone is every bit as chilly as his, “I hope this isn’t taking too much time away from those Victoria Secret models you’re working with. God forbid that.”
He sighs in exasperation, “You know I have to work with them for the show. It’s just a job, nothing else!”
You pause, distracted by the way a drunk college-aged girl throws herself across the table to allow sleazy older men to do body shots off her exposed belly. The crowd gathered around her grows frenzied and you can barely hear your boyfriend over the commotion.
Namjoon grows quiet on the other line, “Where the fuck are you?” His voice is deceptively low.
It only serves to rile you up more, “Why do you give a fuck?” You growl back, “You’re having so much fun with those models, why don’t you go back to them?”
“This is about our anniversary, isn’t it? Look, I know I was a bit late, but—”
“A bit late?! Namjoon, I waited for you for over two hours!”
“I know, I know, but I’ll make it up to you. Just come home, baby.”
“I don’t think so, baby. I’m done with your excuses.”
“What? What the hell does that mean?”
“Goodbye, Namjoon.”
“Wait! Where are you?!”
But you’ve already hung up on him. You smile pleasantly at the people sitting next to you and down the shot with a neat flick of your wrist. “Bartender, another one, please!”
Description: A drunken argument between a boastful Jimin and Jungkook leads to a competition in which you are the impartial judge. The question up for debate: Who is better in bed?
Jungkook Genre: Smut Word Count: 3980-ish In hindsight, maybe you weren’t that sorry for not locking the door.
A/N: Holy fuck, this is some extra shit. Read at your own risk. The Kook thirst is real. I had this half-written for a while, and then I got a request that was quite similar, so I thought I’d finish it. I might have a thing for the way Kook says ‘noona.’ Shit.
You knew it was a bad habit, not locking the bedroom door. But locking doors inside your own house had never been required before – growing up, it was discouraged (courtesy of living in a one-bathroom house) – and you didn’t really expect anyone to come barging into your bedroom when you lived in your own apartment.
Then again, you hadn’t expected to have seven rowdy boys hanging out in your small living room that evening, and that happened so…
Okay, you should’ve locked the bedroom door.
But you didn’t.
And that was how you ended up scarring Jeon Jungkook for life. Ish.
WARNINGS: Rough smut, light bondage, and breath play
A/N:@namsjxms This is special for you. Please don’t fly up here and strangle me. I’m going to shower in holy water after writing this 8k of rough JK smut. I hope you all like it! and sorry it was late….. I suck.
You stared at his noticeably muscular back in class every single day for the last two weeks, or rather it stared at you in a way. Jeon Jungkook was the most popular guy on campus, but you refused to fall into him like every other girl. They fawned over him like a puppy abandoned on the street. It didn’t matter if you paid attention to him or not, because he had whatever girl he chose for the night.
You couldn’t help, but think about his muscular arms though, wrapping you in their embrace.
You shook the thoughts from your head and scoffed at the thought. That boy is nothing but trouble and you would make sure to steer clear of that at tonight’s party to celebrate the end of a semester and the beginning of summer break.
“If you stop staring, I’ll give you what you want.” Your thoughts are broken from you once more as you looked up and see his deep brown eyes staring back into yours. It brought you back to that day that he sat next to you a week and a half ago.
“What do you want perv boy? Why are you sitting so close to me? There are plenty of seats over there,” you pointed in the direction of four empty seats beside him.
“I wanted to sit next to the prettiest girl in class ya know?” Such sly words, you knew he was up to something, but before you could shoot something back at him the teacher started the lecture of the day.
You mind wandered from the lesson, did he really think you were attractive or were those just words to lure you into his trap? Surely they were empty. There’s no way a guy like that would ever go after you, but what if he was? Maybe he was bet by someone. You were definitely not going to let him get in your head, but hadn’t you already? You turned back to your notebook and started to take notes on the lecture to get your mind off of him.
Suddenly, you jumped at the feeling of something warm on your thigh, moving quickly upward under your skirt before you could muster up a scream. Your body froze as your eyes looked over to see Jungkook staring down at his notebook writing his notes and you trailed your eyes down his other arm that was connected to the hand resting at the hem of your panties now. You saw him slightly glance up at you and a small smirk tugged at his lips.
“Jungkook! What the hell are you doing?” your screams were hushed in order not to draw attention, but enough so he could hear the intensity in your voice. Your hand meekly tried to brush away his hand from your thigh, but his grip tightened. It was so firm that it was sure to bruise.
“I’m just doing my lesson quietly Y/N. You should do the same,” his words burned into your ears as his fingers came in contact with your core over your soaking panties. Why were you so wet for this fuckboy? His middle finger jolted you from your thoughts as it pressed hard over your clothed clit, rubbing slow circles over it. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling as your lips parted slightly and let out a small sigh.
“I’m so glad you decided to sit in the back today Y/N. I’ve been wanting to do this all week,” his words came out quietly against your ear. “But you need to stay quiet like a good girl, or I’ll have to punish you for letting all these people hear your beautiful moans.”
Description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.
You could feel the music pulsing around your body as you swayed in time with the beat. There were packs of dancing figures surrounding you, and you suddenly felt the need for a break from the suffocating atmosphere. You wiggled your way through the mob of people until you reached the outside, and took in a relieved breath; but you immediately regret it because your lungs are instantaneously filled with cigarette smoke from the abundance of lounging celebrities.
You had somehow managed to make it into the VIP section of the club that night, probably due to the short red dress that hitched higher and higher up your legs with every movement you made. It was strange, every time you turned your head there was another famous person catching your eye. You weren’t too into celebrity culture, but you couldn’t help but find it kind of surreal seeing all these people that were usually just pictures in a magazine, or pixels on a screen, standing right before your eyes.
You couldn’t stop the fit of coughing that overtook you, as you tried to expel the rancid smoke that had invaded your body. You stumbled forward slightly, as you tried to make your way to the bar for a drink, when you suddenly feel a hand being placed on your back. You whip your head to the side to try and politely ask the stranger to not touch you, but when his face comes into view all of your words are lost.
There was no mistaking his raven black hair that paired with his fiery eyes, which contrasted greatly with his cute bunny-like smile.
Scenario: You think you’re getting a normal Christmas present from your boyfriend Hoseok, but what he doesn’t tell you is that your gift includes a special power he and the rest of the boys have, enabling them to switch off between one another… during sex.
Genre: AU smut
Word Count: 9,085
(A/N): OMG THIS TOOK SO MUCH OUT OF ME. I wrote it as a christmas present for @namjinsugakookievminhope bc I know she’s struggling with her bias list atm, as I’m sure all of you are too (I know I am). I could barely handle writing it, I was freaking out so much. But, without further ado, please enjoy this smut with ALL SEVEN of the Bangtan boys (not at the same time!)
“Babe, since it’s Christmas…” Hoseok started, his fingers lightly skimming across your arm. “I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?” You asked, turning to face him and propping your elbow against the back of the couch, resting your head against your hand. His eyes had a mischievous glint as he looked back at you, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. You knew he had something up his sleeve.
He slowly stood up, grabbing your hand in his and pulling you with him. “It’s something I’ve been wanting to… show you for a while now,” he said, dipping his head in the crook of your neck and placing soft kisses on your skin. You closed your eyes, leaning your head to the side as you relished in his touch. “The boys and I, we have this… special power,” he started again, pulling away to look at you.
“Mhm…” you hummed, trying to hide the amused grin that was fighting its way onto your lips. This was obviously another one of your boyfriend’s fantasies that he had in that wild imagination of his, and you were more than happy to play along if it meant spending time with him.
Summary: Jimin teaches Jungkook with a girl lying naked on the table.
Genre:Smut
Warning:mature content, graphic smut
Word count: 8.348
I just wanted to say that this is the crappiest shit I’ve ever produced. I’m sorry. Still, tell me what you think!
“Are you ready, Jungkookie?”
Jimin looked at his younger friend, tilting his head, waiting for Jungkook to refuse the lesson that he has planned. But Jungkook only cocked his eyebrow, not knowing what Jimin wanted to do. He nodded anyway, strands falling into his eyes, “For what, though?”
Jimin only grinned, beckoning him closer with a finger and Jungkook furrowed his brows before he stood up, his knees wobbling a bit because he sat on the chair for too long. Jungkook stepped up closer to Jimin, tilting his head to hear what his older friend wanted to whisper, feet tapping expectantly.
“You always complained about not knowing how to pleasure a girl, right?” Jimin’s breath fanned over Jungkook’s neck and he felt his face heating up, gritting his teeth in order to suppress the blush. A short nod was the only thing that he could give Jimin because he would sure have let out a squeak once he opened his mouth. And he wouldn’t, couldn’t, lose his cool because of a girl, right? Right.
Summary: You and Jungkook make a bet who can go the longest without sex. Guess who gives in first.
Requests are open!!
A/N: I read a mtl to make a bet about who can go the longest without sex and immediately thought how stubborn Jungkook is and how funny it would be, so I wrote this instead of one of my requests haha
Genre: Smut
Pairing:Reader X Jungkook
Word count: 1.9 k
If you continued reading at this speed you could finish your book tonight. But only if there weren’t any distractions. And there was one very tall one entering your flat right now. You sighed deeply as you heard Jungkook walking towards your bedroom. He had been out with the boys but Jungkook wasn’t the one to get completely trashed, he was only slightly drunk. And in fact very horny. Immediately when he had entered the bedroom he let himself fall next to you and tried to get your attention.
“y/nnn”
“y/nn”
“baby”
“What do you want Jungkook?”
“You.”
“Not right now, I’m tired and I want to finish this book.”
“But pleaseee”
“God Jungkook why are you always so needy can’t you go one day without sex?”
“I’m not needy you’re the needy one here. You always want to fuck when I’m too tired after practice.”
“You are the one that always wants to fuck at the most inappropriate times! Remember your last concert or the dinner lately-”
“Yeah don’t try to tell me I was the only one willing then, you’re as bad as me.”
“I’m definitely not.”
“Fine then how about a bet, who can last the longest without sex?”
“And what does the winner get?”
“The loser does all the housework for a week.”
“Fine, I’ll win anyways.”
Jungkook left the room, frustrated but determined to win. You finished your book and went to sleep as planned, Jungkook joined you later after playing some video games. The next morning you found yourself in your usual sleeping position in Jungkooks arms. You snuggled closer up to him, only to feel his boner poking you in the back. He groaned and you shifted around a bit to accidentally rub your butt against it. He groaned again, gripping your hips tightly to stop you from moving.
“How about you just give up? Imagine what kind of fun we could have now.”
“Are you kidding me? If I give up after one day you will never let this down. I’m stronger than this.”
“Let’s see for how long.”
You giggled as he rolled away from you to escape your teasing. He had dance practice today so he wouldn’t be home till late in the evening. And after practice he was always too tired to do anything besides falling into the bed and sleep. His luck.
The next few days went on normally how they would anyways. Just without the sex. He had a lot of schedules with the group that provided enough distraction for him. When he came home he was mostly tired so he went to sleep immediately. As hard as it or better he was, he couldn’t sleep without you cuddled up in his arms, he just got up quickly every morning to take care of his problems before you could tempt him to just give up. It was not only hard for Jungkook, you were suffering as well. But you wouldn’t give in that quickly. You were close to giving in when he had come out of the shower, only his towel around his hips, his toned chest and stomach still glistening with water drops. He was honestly a sinful gift sent by the heavens. But you resisted the temptation and just crossed your legs and pretended to be completely captured by a game on your phone. You decided to get him back for it on the same days evening, walking around only in your underwear pretending to look for something. Whatever you looked for was strategically placed under the TV so you had to bend down right in front of Jungkook who was sitting on the couch. You could hear him breathing harder but he didn’t move. After you had returned to the bedroom you could her the bathroom door being locked and you smirked. Hopefully he would give in soon.
On the fourth day of your bet you received a text from Namjoon.
From: Namjoon
As the leader of our group and as Jungkooks friend, you need to end this stupid bet. Jungkook is a mess, he can’t focus for long and he’s constantly in a bad mood. Please give in you know his ego wouldn’t let him.
That was Jungkooks problem, he started this bet and if his ego was too big then he had to suffer, he could give in any time. And you thought he would when he came back this evening. He arrived home from practice and gave you the usual kiss as he greeted you. But instead of pulling back his kisses grew stronger with more need. He walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, kissing you roughly as his hands roamed over your body. He was close to his breaking point, ready to give up. His kisses were raw and needy and he proceeded to suck hickies onto your neck. You couldn’t help but moan, tangling your hands in his hair before he suddenly pulled away. He was panting hard and so were you. But you knew him better than this, he was way to stubborn to give in. His arms trapped you against the wall as he whispered in your ear.
“You know I’m not gonna loose this baby.”
“Neither will I.”
You captured him in one last kiss before you duck under his arms and walked towards the bedroom with a smirk. He followed you but this night he made sure you didn’t cuddle up too close to him to avoid you rubbing your ass onto his dick. He wouldn’t survive it this night. On the morning of the fifth day you seriously considered just throwing this bet out of window. Jungkook had a concert and fansigning and would sleep in a hotel for one night. But as bad as you wanted Jungkook to finally fuck you again, you would at least last a week. That was your promise to yourself.
Taehyung was at your door to pick Jungkook up and Jungkook made sure to only give you a quick kiss before he left. Taehyung grinned widely and obviously held back a bunch of stupid comments. Through out their fansign you received multiple texts from Tae informing you that Jungkook had been asked by fans if he had any worries or if he was really stressed since he seemed so tense and unfocused. You made sure to fuck around with him a bit more, getting into his favorite lingerie set and posing as nicely as you could. Your phone buzzed and it was to your surprise Tae and not Jungkook.
From: Tae
What the fuck did you just do?? Jungkook looks like he will pass out any second. Or like he will stab us all.
The concert was hell for Jungkook. He loved it, he loved performing, he loved the fans, no question. But he couldn’t get you off his mind. Especially not after the pictures you had sent him earlier. He needed to end this as soon as he got home. The night at the hotel was too long. He shared a room with Taehyung who wouldn’t stop teasing him until he fell asleep. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
You were surprised when you heard the front door being unlocked, usually you would get a text like I’ll be home in five. You were just in one of Jungkooks big shirts and your panties, since you had just gotten up. Jungkook entered the flat, slamming the door shut behind him and dropped his things carelessly on the floor. He walked over to you in quick and determined steps and crashed his lips onto yours. You melted into his arms as he grabbed your thighs so you would wrap them around his waist and lifted you onto the kitchen counter. After a while he pulled back to catch his breath. You chuckled.
“Well nice to see you too Jungkook.”
“I give up. This stupid bet needs to end. I give up okay, it has been six days since I last fucked you, I can’t do this any longer. I’ll do all the housework for a week I don’t care just please let me fuck you here and now.”
It was very unlikely for him to beg and you could see the desperation in his eyes. Six days were too long. You grabbed his hair and pulled him close to kiss him. He carried you to your bedroom without trying to break the kiss, throwing you onto the fluffy mattress. In seconds he was back hovering over you, trailing kisses down your neck. You both were impatient and needy so it took no time until you both pulled your shirt over your head. You were left only in your panties and Jungkook proceeded to take off his pants as well, leaving him in his boxers. He wad already incredibly hard. His kisses wandered to your breasts, gently sucking on your nipple as his fingers toyed with the other one. You moaned and arched your back, trying to grind yourself onto his knee that was placed between your thighs. He growled lowly.
“I can hear how fucking wet you are.”
His lips trailed lower and he wasted no time until he pulled down your panties. Without any further warnings he wrapped his lips around your clit and pushed a finger inside you. You were dripping wet and he could easily push in a second finger, curling his digits upwards so they would brush against your spot with every thrusts. You were so needy it didn’t take long till you were clenching around him close to your orgasm. His fingers worked with an intensity borderline painful as his lips were wrapped tightly around your clit and you tried to speak between moans and panting.
“Wait stop, Jungkook.”
He looked at you questioningly. Why on earth would you stop him from giving you an orgasm after he hadn’t touched you in six days.
“I want you inside me when I cum.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, hastily taking his boxers off before he hovered over you. He didn’t tease you this time, he hadn’t had the strength for it. When he pushed inside until he filled you up all the way both of you let out a guttural moan.
“Fuck you’re so tight, stop moving around or I will loose it right now.”
It had been too long since you felt this full and satisfied. You couldn’t stop clenching around him. Jungkook was too close already to go slow or tease you any further, he thrusted into you hard and fast, hitting your spot with every thrust.
“Oh god you don’t know how much I missed this. How much I missed you.”
“I’m s-so close, Jungkook, I c-can’t hold it any longer.”
His fingers went straight to your clit rubbing hard circles onto it and you lost it. Your vision went white as you clenched erratically around him. He followed quickly after you, groaning and moaning your name. He made sure to ride both of your highs out completely before he pulled out and dropped next to you onto the bed.
“We are never gonna make a bet this stupid again okay? Six days without fucking you, completely wasted, think of all the things we could’ve done.”
