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“What do you think you’re doing?” you exclaimed as the skin of your back made contact with the cold, hard wood of the door to Jeon Jungkook’s room.

Yes, you were in Jeon Jungkook’s room. It was rather dark, but the ambient lighting illuminated it a little. You could make out a dark wood king sized bed with black covers, red sheets and a television mounted to the wall across from it. The room also looked like he had a walk in closet, as well as a bathroom connected to it. That jock must’ve been born with a golden spoon or something, because this was definitely fancier than your average college guy's dorm room. Your attention was swiftly taken off the inner workings of his room though as Jungkook placed his large hands on either side of your head. His eyes leveled with yours and you could almost make out a hunger within them, causing your breath to hitch a little. Honestly, you don’t really know how you ended up here. One second you were on the dance floor with another guy after playing that stupid truth or dare game and, next thing you knew, Jeon Jungkook was grabbing your hand and dragging you away from the dance floor with a serious look on his face. Whatever had happened to get you into this situation, you were amused. 

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but you couldn’t help but want to tease Jungkook a little. You wanted to press his buttons. Heck, there really is nothing wrong with picking on your arch nemesis a little, right? The haughty, popular jock–who you thought also sort of "hated" you–came to get you and he had a look that spelled jealousy on his face? This was too good of an opportunity to just let slip by.

“Oh, it looks like a kiss might not have been enough for you?” you smirked, the fingers of your right hand coming up to dance along the length of his now clenched jaw. Your red cat eye nails shimmering in the low light as you did so.

You leaned in, your face next to his as your glossy lips whispered into his ear tauntingly, “Or is it that you’re jealous? Awww, is poor Jungkookie jealous?” 

“Jealous that someone other than you was grabbing all over this body?” you pulled your head back and teasingly ran your hands up and down your tight black dress that didn’t do much to conceal the curves of your body. 

Jungkook looked intense. His dark hair was messy, almost like he ran his hands through it in frustration a few times. His jaw was clenched, his gaze animalistic and fixed on you and your hands. He was flexing the muscles in his arms as his eyes scanned over your body meticulously. You could tell he was holding himself back, but you didn’t care. You wanted to push his buttons, you wanted to piss him off, you wanted him to lose all control. Deep down, although you’d never actually admit it, you liked that he was jealous, you liked that he was angry and you liked that his attention had only been on you this whole night. He was dangerous and off limits and maybe that’s what attracted you to him in some twisted way. You could feel your body getting hotter and hotter under his gaze and, secretly, you wanted him to do something about it. Whatever happened tonight, you’d blame it on the alcohol in the morning. 

“You brought me in here just to stare at me all night?” you asked almost innocently, placing a finger on your lower lip as you stared into his eyes seductively. 

You leaned in just a little bit, your lips almost touching his for the second time tonight. You could feel his breathing grow heavier as his eyes fixed on your lips in anticipation. 

You don’t know what possessed you to say this, but ,next thing you knew, the words, “Who’s the pussy now?” slipped from your lips. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Jungkook growled and one of his big hands immediately wrapped around your throat as he desperately crashed his lips into yours, shoving you back against his cold, oak wood door.

Your tongues immediately found each other and you two wasted no time engaging in a battle for dominance. Your tongues danced a fiery tango that Jungkook eventually ended up dominating. You hated to admit it, but he was such a good kisser. You could feel yourself melting into the kiss as the fire between your legs continued to grow more and more. His hand on your throat restricted your breathing ever so slightly, which only added fuel to the fire burning deep inside of you. Your hands were both up against his chest, but instead of pushing him away, you were lowkey pulling him in. This wasn’t enough for you though, you wanted more of him. You turned your head to the side slightly, breaking the kiss.

“I still think you’re a pussy,” you taunted him breathlessly, your eyes challenging him as a bratty smile spread across your face, “Being a pussy is okay, I’m just not into those.” 

His grip on your throat tightened, causing your breath to hitch and your body to grow even hotter. 

“Oh really?” he smirked, “I think you’re into me, princess.” 

The word princess sent chills up and down your spine, but you didn’t want to give in so easily.

“I’m not into you at all. I’m fucking dryer than the Sahara dessert, but that’s because…like I said,” you grinned, licking your lips “I’m not into pussies.” 

His grip on your throat loosened as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip, smudging whatever gloss was left on your lips a little. 

“Cut the crap, princess. We both know you’re wet for me,” Jungkook retorted smugly.

Your heart skipped a beat. How did he know you were wet? There is no way he knew that your folds were slick with arousal already. 

“I-I,” you started to stumble over your words, “I’m not fucking wet!” 

“Be a good girl and stop lying to daddy,” Jungkook wasn’t having any of it as he gently ran his fingers through your hair. 

Him calling you a good girl and referring to himself as daddy was doing something to you, but you’d never freely admit to that.

“Take those panties off and prove to me you’re not wet, before I go and check myself,” his threat cut through the air and made butterflies spread all throughout your stomach.

What did he just say? Take your panties off before he goes and checks? You thought you might just pass out now from the heat you were feeling, but you’d rather die before admitting to him that he’d turned you on enough for you to soak your panties. 

“Fuck you, Jungkook,” you pushed back, “not every girl is into you!” 

“Have it your way then,” he wasted no time flipping you around, your face now pressed against the door, with the hair that was gently caressing your hair before now tangled in it tightly. 

It was as though he was asserting his dominance and, honestly, you were here for it. You loved a dominant man and you liked a man that forced you into submission. A man that allowed you to let go and just dive headfirst into pleasure. He held you there, your face against the door as his other hand slid up the back of your thigh and between your legs. You pretended to put up a fight, your hands attempting to scratch at his hand that was holding you in place, but you knew it was futile anyway. He was too strong for you to stop him and that turned you on, but you had no intention of stopping him anyway. You just liked the idea of feeling helpless and like you were at his mercy. It turned your freaky ass on even more. You bit back a squirm when his index finger ghosted along your drenched panties that covered your oozing slit.  

“Still not going to admit you’re wet?” he leaned in, his finger rubbing your covered slit more, “whose the real pussy here?” 

You wanted him to touch you so bad that your thighs nearly started shaking. Your nipples were hard as rocks against the thin fabric of your black dress.

“You,” you whispered, fearing your voice may betray you. 

“Wrong answer, princess,” he growled in your ear, his fingers pulling your panties aside before they pressed into your wetness, “Try again.” 

You immediately let out a loud moan as his fingers made contact with your wetness. It felt so good and you’d been waiting for him to touch you this whole time. As he slid a finger inside of you another moan erupted from your body. You subconsciously spread your legs for him and even started to push back on his finger a little bit. You wanted more. No, you needed more. You felt as though your body was betraying you, but you couldn’t care less. 

“You’re so wet for me, princess,” Jungkook groaned, another finger sliding into you as he began to stretch you out. 

He pumped his fingers in and out of you skillfully, curling them up just at the right time and at the right angle to hit your g-spot. His hand in your hair had a tight grip on you, holding you in place as he fucked you with his fingers. You tried your best to push back on him as much as you could, wanting his fingers to reach even deeper within you. It was almost as though he could sense that his fingers weren’t going to be enough for you and he enjoyed that. He slowed his pace to a snail's pace and stopped going as deep, denying you any more pleasure, denying you the pleasure you so desired. 

“Awww, is this not enough for daddy’s little princess?” Jungkook uttered provokingly and you could tell he had a shit-eating-grin on his face. 

He had you right where he wanted you and you knew it. You were basically bent over for him, in his room, with his fingers inside of you and your juices dripping down your legs. Fuck, what had you gotten yourself into? 

“What does daddy’s little princess want? Tell me and I just might give it to you,” Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you, letting your body squirm and your pussy throb for more. 

“Dick,” you muttered almost inaudibly.

You weren’t quite ready to completely relinquish your pride. He wanted you to openly announce that you wanted him to fuck you? Who did he think he was? He—a sharp pop to your pussy ripped you out of your train of thought and caused you to let out a loud whine.

“Bad girl. Don’t you have any manners, princess?” he caressed your pussy ever so slightly after just having popped it, a sensation of pain and pleasure spreading through you, “Ask right.” 

“Ask right and I just might give you what you want,” he pushed himself against your wet pussy and you could feel a bulge in his jeans. 

Fuck he was just as turned on as you were. You couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted him. You needed him to relieve this ache between your thighs. You wanted him to fuck you so hard you forgot your name.

“Please fuck me, daddy,” you swallowed what little pride you had left and begged him to give you what you’d been wanting all night.

You must have triggered something within him, because the next thing you knew he ripped your dress and panties off of your body and tossed you on the bed. You watched him messily and desperately unbuckle his pants and yank them down his legs along with his boxers, his big cock springing out from its confines. It made a slapping sound as it hit his stomach, the tip of it nearly reaching his belly button and, for just a moment, you wondered if that would even fit inside of you. 

“Get on all fours and face the mirror,” he commanded, dominance laced in his voice as he stared you down, his hand stroking his dick. 

You eagerly got on all fours and faced the mirror. You nearly didn’t recognize the girl in the reflection. Your hair was all messy, your makeup was a bit smudged and you were completely naked. Your attention shifted from you to Jungkook and you could see him pumping his erect shaft as he eagerly watched your reflection. You held his eye contact and shook your ass a little, inviting him to come join you on the bed. He obliged, stalking towards you like a predator stalked its prey, causing your heart beat to pick up in anticipation and excitement. He wasted no time positioning himself behind you, aligning his dick with the entrance to your tight cavern. He teased you a little bit, pushing into you ever so slightly before pulling back. He didn’t even really make it past your folds, causing you to huff in frustration. You were about ready to take matters into your own hands, so you went ahead and pushed yourself back onto him, but he was not having any of it. He pulled away from you completely. His hands immediately found your hair and he tugged at it roughly, earning a whine from you before forcing you to make eye contact with him in the mirror. 

“You really think you can take all of this, brat?” he slapped your ass, earning a loud whine from you. 

“You think you can handle all of me?” he slapped your ass again, a cracking sound echoing through the air as his large hand made contact with the soft flesh of your butt. 

“Y-yes,” you responded, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as a stinging sensation spread through the area he just smacked.

“Beg,” he tugged at your hair again, before striking your ass again. 

“Daddy! Daddy, please,” you whined and squirmed as he struck your ass again and again, turning the flesh bright red. 

Once he was satisfied and tears were streaming down your face, he began to rub the tip of his dick through your dripping wetness, earning a moan from you. Why was he turning you on so much? What was he doing to you? You had no chance to make sense of any of it. Your mind wasn’t able to compute a single thought. It was so clouded by your aching arousal that it had turned to mush. 

“You want it? You want all of it?” Jungkook asked almost playfully, one hand guiding his dick, while the other caressed the now bright red skin on your butt. 

“Yes, daddy! Please! Give me all of it!” you shouted, a smile on your face now that you were finally about to get what you wanted. 

But you really didn’t know what you were signing up for. Jungkook’s expression shifted and you hadn’t caught onto it until it was too late. He thrusted himself forward, pushing himself all the way into you, stretching you out with zero time to adjust as his tip hit the very end of your tunnel. A cry fell from your throat as pain and pleasure shot through your body. You were so overwhelmed, your body just wanted to run. Could you even take all of him? He was so fucking big. You felt so full that you could’ve sworn he was all the way in your stomach. Your hands clawed at the red sheets as you tried to get away from him, but Jungkook wasn’t having it. His hands gripped onto your hips and pulled you right back onto his dick, earning yet another loud moan from you.

“Don’t run, princess. You’re going to take daddy’s dick. You wanted all of it. Now here you go,” he announced before pulling back and thrusting himself all the way into you. 

He repeated this motion again and again, relentlessly plowing into you as you lost more and more of your sanity. A sonata of moans spilled from your lips as his dick slid along the wetness of your walls, touching your most sensitive spots. You could tell he was also enjoying himself by his reflection in the mirror. Jungkook’s brow was furrowed, his teeth were sunken into his bottom lip and a string of groans and moans escaped him every time he pushed back into your tightness. 

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good,” he exclaimed, his skin slapping against yours as he continued to fuck into you.

You were getting close, you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening more and more as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Every thrust of his was hitting just the right spot and you were about to lose control. 

It was as though Jungkook could sense that you were getting close and he made sure to say “Make sure to say ‘thank you, daddy’ when you come.” 

This man was so filthy and lewd, but you loved this dominant side of his. You loved his body and especially his cock. Fuck staying away from this man, tonight you didn’t care. His words only turned you on even more and before you knew it, you were thrown over the edge. A loud “thank you, daddy” spilled from your lips as you did so, your vision blurring and your pussy tightening around his shaft as waves of pleasure washed over you. Jungkook himself must’ve been close, because the moment you tightened around him, he let out a string of curses before being thrown over the edge himself. He pulled out of you at the last second, shooting his nut all across your ass and up your lower back. You could feel that it was a lot, but you didn’t care as you collapsed onto the bed. You were absolutely breathless and also completely speechless. Jungkook was wearing a proud smile on his face, his eyes scanning over you as though he was admiring his work. 

“So who did you say was a pussy again?” he asked playfully, before getting up and heading towards the bathroom, likely to grab something to clean you up with. 

“Just shut the fuck up.”

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Why were you even here at this frat party that you had no business being at?! You looked over at your friends and sighed…Jennie…Lisa…that’s why you were here.

“C’mon, (Y/N), truth or dare?!” Suga, one of the most popular guys at your school, nudged impatiently.

“She’s a pussy, bro. You know she ain’t gonna pick dare,” a voice stated mockingly.

You had your fists balled as you raised your head to glare at the owner of said voice. Jeon Jung-fucking-kook.

“What did you say?” you asked him through gritted teeth as the music blasted in the background.

“You heard me, I said you’re too much of a pussy to pick dare,” he announced, earning a couple of giggles and amused smiles from others in your game circle.

“You don’t have to go for it, girl,” you felt Jennie’s hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t listen to what he has to say,” Lisa agreed.

But you felt challenged. Jeon Jungkook, that overrated, conceited, big-headed—ugh— was testing your gangster and you weren’t about to let him.

“Oh yeah?” maybe it was the alcohol you had that took control, but you cocked your head to the side, a smirk on your face as you said “Well, Suga, I choose dare.”

You could feel Jeon Jungkook staring you down and you stared right back. What was he going to do with his mullet and his little e-boy aesthetic? Huh? Nothing. He may be among the 7 most popular guys at the school and thus popular with the ladies, but he wasn’t popular with you. You liked guys that were kind, caring, considerate and also good at school, which Jungkook couldn’t care less about. Stupid jock.

“Hmmmm,” Suga scratched the hairs on his chin as he tried to come up with a dare.

You saw Jimin, another one of the chosen 7, lean over and whisper something into Suga’s ear as he looked at you amused. A grin spread across Suga’s face and it intimidated you just a bit.

“I dare you, (Y/N),” Suga began and you were already ready to bolt out of the room, “to kiss Jungkook.”

WHATTTTT?! Your mind was racing. What did he mean he wanted you to kiss Jungkook!? You! Kiss your arch nemesis?! No way!

Amused chuckles sounded across the room and you could feel pairs of eyes darting between you, Suga and Jungkook.

“See? I told you, the princess is too much of a scaredy-cat. Too much of a, pussy,” Jungkook gave you a lopsided grin as he continued to challenge you.

“Girl, let’s leave. You don’t have to–,” Jennie started, but you cut her off.

“I got this,” you whispered to her and Lisa as you got up, briefly straightening out your black dress and stepped your way towards Jungkook.

You felt exposed in your tiny black dress and your heels (yes heels. They were a bad idea, but oh well. Pain is temporary, but looking cool is forever, right?) and you could feel Jeon Jungkook’s gaze on you as you made your way through the center of the circle and towards him. Your heart was pounding as your eyes stared down at him and his dark orbs peered up at you.

“So are you going get up here or what?” you taunted him, arms folded across your chest, feigning annoyance.

“That eager to kiss me all of a sudden?” he chuckled as he rose to his feet, “I know you’re scared of me, Princess.”

Scared of him?! Oh please. You’re not scared of him. You’re just not into him, which you know is hard for his kind to believe.

“Scared of you? No. I’m just not into you, which I know is hard for you to fathom,” you shot back, adjusting your gaze from lower to higher as he towered over you in his black outfit.

“You hear that bro? She’s not into you,” Hoseok shouted and the room erupted into drunk laughter.

“Not right now, but we will see,” Jungkook said in a low tone as he ran his fingers along your chin, tilting your head up in the process.

Your heart was ready to jump out of your chest at this point, but you needed to play it cool. You couldn’t back down in front of your nemesis!

Maybe it was the liquid courage or just the fact that you couldn’t digest the idea of backing down now, but your hands snaked their way from his clothes torso, up his chest and found their way to the back of his neck. You could tell you caught him off guard, because the dumb smirk he was wearing this whole time had disappeared and he genuinely looked at you with a look of surprise on his face.

“Who’s scared now?” you licked your lips as you pushed yourself up onto your tippy toes and pulled him down simultaneously.

Your glossy lips crashed into his, your hands exploring the back of his neck as well as the strands of his thick, black hair.

His lips were soft and gentle, which totally didn’t match his tough guy image. His lips began to move against yours, his hands finding your hips as he intensified the kiss.

You weren’t about to back down, so you kissed right back. You could feel a spark ingnighting within you as his tongue joined the kiss, commencing a fierce battle of dominance between you two. Your tongues engaged in a fiery tango as the flame within you began to grow. However, before you could even entertain the idea of getting carried away you pushed him away and broke the kiss. His chest heaved a little as he looked down at you in—what you could only pinpoint as—disappointment.

“Dare done,” you declared triumphantly before flashing Jungkook a celebratory smile and strutting back to your spot.

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Part 2? LMK

“Here you go, master,” you said through gritted teeth as you approached Jungkook’s table and almost robotically served him the omelet rice he had ordered. He had purposely sat in your section, so you would have to serve him and earned more than two eye rolls from you.

“Wait, I think you forgot something,” he pointed at his omelet rice and then the menu in which the image of the dish had ketchup writing on it.

You turned on your heel, as you were just about to walk off and disappear back into the kitchen to avoid him. After seeing what he had meant, you reluctantly picked up the ketchup bottle and leaned in to decorate the food. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook was carefully watching you, your moves, your hair and he really loved the outfit on you, he could not take his eyes off of you.

“I want it to say—hey!” he complained, after you had spelled out “idiot” on the omelet with the ketchup, not really giving him a chance to say what he would have liked it to say.

“Enjoy it, master,” you said cheekily, almost skipping back into the kitchen while laughing to yourself.

It honestly did not matter much to Jungkook, as he chuckled to himself after watching you and ate the omelet, not leaving anything on the plate behind. Before you knew it, it seemed that Jungkook had left. He must have gotten the check with another maid at the café, but that did not really bother you.

“I’ll be heading out,” you shouted, closing your locker after changing and heading towards the door.

“Bye” and “get home safe” is what your colleagues had shouted in response and you wished them the same.

As you opened the heavy door, the cool air outside hit you and when you exhaled you could see your own breath. You glanced up into the sky and it was filled with starts, each of them shining very brightly and illuminating the otherwise dark night.

“There she is,” you heard a voice say.

Your head immediately tilted in the direction and you saw it familiar owner. Ugh…Jeon Jungkook. Not again. You swiftly shut the door behind you, not wanting any of your colleagues to know that you two knew each other and rushed towards him.

“What are you still doing here!?” you were utterly confused as to why he was still here and did not already pass on the news to the whole darn school.

He was an athlete after all and guys are usually the biggest gossips anyway and athletes with all that locker room talk are honestly the dang worst.

“I just wanted to verify that it was 100% you, but now, after seeing you in regular clothes,” he looked you up and down, his brown eyes slightly hanging on to each of your features, as his lips curled up into a smirk, “I am sure.”

“Yeah, it’s me…,” you admitted the obvious and, at this point, the undeniable, a hand of yours raking through your hair while you sighed.

“I’m intrigued…why are you working here as a maid?” he asked, but before you could truly answer his question you heard chatter coming from behind you and the handle to the back door of your job turning.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” you quickly grabbed his hand and raced through the dark alley, the crowded streets and to a 'lowkey' playground that nobody was going to be around.

By the time you arrived at the playground, you realized Jungkook was also holding your hand and you pulled your hand back almost as fast as you could. Nope, no physical contact or falling in love with a jock, you thought to yourself.

“Cute,” Jungkook chuckled in response and you simply ignored it as you sat down on one of the swings.

“Whatever…,” you replied, starting to swing back and forth, “you wanted me to answer your question right?”

He took a seat on the swing right next to yours, both of you looking into the sky and at the stars, as you began to explain.

“Well, my dad left my family with a bunch of debt after gambling, so that’s why I work here. This job is the only one that pays as well as it does and it does not conflict with my school schedule or my duties as Student Council President,” you elaborated, your eyes now focused on your feet that we’re kicking at the small stones under you.

It was quite the hard topic for you to talk about, but whenever you did address it, nowadays, it always left you with a numb feeling.

“Ah, I see,” Jungkook said, prompting you to look in his direction.

His dark hair was glimmering in the moonlight, as his porcelain skin seemed to be glowing. Even though you hated his and actually almost every mans’ guts, you had to admit that he was handsome now that you were really focused on him.

“So…is everyone at school going to know my secret tomorrow?” you went on to ask the question that had been burned into your mind for the past hours.

“Mmmm, I don’t think I’m going to tell,” he replied.

“What? Why not?” you were shocked, but thankful and now curious as well.

Jungkook had seemed like he would love to have some kind of trump card against you and make you have a fall from grace. Maybe…he was not as bad as you thought he was?

“Because, I want this to stay our little secret…but there is one condition,” he uttered mysteriously and your brow furrowed.

“What condition…?” you looked him up and down in complete confusion.

“Be my personal maid,” he said seriously, getting up from the swing and now standing in front of you, his hands on either side of the chains holding the swing in place.

“What?!” maybe he was as bad as you thought.

“I’ll keep our little secret then. You can continue your life as the icy queen of our school and nobody needs to know about your life as a maid. All you need to do is agree to be my personal maid,” his hand came down to hold on to your chin and tilt it up, so you were looking right into his eyes.

"Deal or no deal?" he smirked confidently.

Your eyes were wide in surprise. You did not know what to say and you had also never been in the position where a guy had held onto your chin in such a way. Honestly, you had no real experience with a guy at all, maybe that’s why your heart skipped a beat.

In all honesty, what choice did you have? Being his personal maid, although it seemed repulsive, was better than having everyone at school know and make fun of you. You had things you needed to do and wanted to accomplish and you did not want the secret that you had kept so well to get in the way of things now.

“Deal, but what do these personal maid duties entai—,” you were cut off by his lips that were now pressed against yours.

Your eyes went wide in surprise as his soft lips firmly moved against yours. By the time you realized what was happening, you moved back and tried to push him off, but that only resulted in you falling backwards. Luckily, or unluckily, whichever way you want to take it, Jungkook’s stopped you from falling and raised you back up to stand on your two feet.

“W-what was that for?!” you lightly punched him in the chest, your heart beating fast and the skin of your face turning a bright red.

“You seal the deal with a kiss, you know?” he gave as a stupid explanation and added “I don’t think the deal is quite sealed…”

“NO! It’s sealed alright!” you retorted, your hands subconsciously shooting up to cover your blushing face.

“Gosh, Madam President, people might think it’s your first kiss,” he joked, his cocky attitude coming through yet again.

“What if it is?!” you cut your eyes at him and he looked surprised.

“What? You’ve never had your first kiss before?” he asked curiously, but his curiosity quickly turned into amusement, “I’m honored.”

“Shut up!” you ran off in embarrassment.

How could you lose your first kiss to someone like him?! How could you enter into a deal with someone like him?! And worst of all, how could your heart beat faster for someone like him!?!? What was going on!?

“Wait, my maid,” he shouted teasingly, chasing after you.

And that’s how the story of you and Jungkook truly began.

-M

“What are you doing here?!” you heard a voice say from behind you as a hand came down on your shoulder.

You turned around a bit confused, but also wondering what gave that person the right to touch you.

“J-Jungkook,” your eyes widened when you say who the owner of the strong hand that was placed upon your shoulder was.

It was your brother’s best friend and right hand man, Jeon Jungkook. He was dressed in all black, wearing a pair of tight black leather pants and a button down black shirt that had the top 3 buttons undone. His sleeves were rolled up and showing off his strong and tatted arms. His hair was dangling in his face as he eyed your figure at the bar. You were wearing a tight black dress that accentuated your curves perfectly, a set of gold earrings to go along with it and a pair of Louboutin’s to complete the look.

“Your brother is going to kill me, (Y/N),” he stated, obviously a bit riled up.

“What? Over a little girls night out?” you chuckled, raising the martini you had ordered and taking a sip from it, licking your red lips after the fact.

This was probably your third or fourth martini and you were starting to feel a little buzzed. Your friends had split up and decided to go pursue some of the eye candy that was present at the club and that left you to have some more drinks at the bar. It was not that there was no eye candy for you at the club, it was just that you had a craving for a particular kind of treat and that treat was Jeon Jungkook.

“(Y/N),” he said in a stern voice, “you know how your brother is. He’s going to kill me once he finds out your partying at the club.”

Why was you partying at the club such a big deal, you ask? It was because your family was actually part of a gang. Well, not just a gang, but the gang where you lived. They were the largest and most powerful gang that owned a the whole city you lived in and likely had a reach far beyond it. You were the daughter of the gang’s owner and your older brother, Taehyung, was second in charge. Jungkook was his best friend and right hand man. He was honestly a part of your family and lived in the same mansion you did. Your whole family was very, very protective of you and did not want you to fall victim to any of the other gangs that stalked the city looking for your gang’s weak point.

“Ugh, fine,” you frowned, knowing dang well he had a point, “but let’s have 1 dance before we need to go, okay?”

You batted your eyes with your long, fake eye lashes at him and made a pouty face and you knew you had won once Jungkook sighed and his hand moved to scratch the back of his neck.

“Fine, just one and then I’m taking you home,” he conceded, giving in to the gang’s darling girl’s wishes.

You tilted your head back as you downed the rest of the martini, earning a “how lady-like” from Jungkook.

“Shut up,” you replied, tossing the olive that had come with the martini in your mouth.

Jungkook’s eyes shimmered for a moment in the dark club and it was as though your reply nearly prompted something from him, but he ended up just holding it back. Instead he just arched his pierced eyebrow as a response and you chuckled.

“Let’s go,” you demanded, already on your feet and ready to disappear into the crowd to make your way to the dance floor. Jungkook, who was paying for your tab, was taking a little too long for your liking and something within you decided to say, “If you don’t hurry up, I’ll find someone else to dance with…”

A smirk appeared on your face as he turned to face you, a serious, yet amused, look on his face. You knew guys were off limits, but that was not of importance to you at all. After all, you were not after guys, but only one guy and that happened to be your brother’s best friend whom you had been crushing on for as long as you had known him. Normally, you would be kind of shy, but with all of the alcohol that was circulating in your system, your bold and fearless alter ego was now taking charge.

Just as Jungkook was about to reach out and grab you, you mouthed a “too slow” before disappearing into the crowd. To be frank, you were about 75% sure that Jungkook felt the same way about you as you did about him. He was always looking out for you, protecting you and running around to grant your every wish—but maybe that was because he was also appointed your personal bodyguard a while ago. However, does a body guard sneak glances at you threaten to beat up guys who just so much as peek in your direction? Maybe or maybe not and tonight you were intent on finding out how he felt about you. You pushed your way through the mass of people and made your way towards the dance floor. A swift look over your shoulder told you that Jungkook, who was pushing himself through the masses, was not too far behind, his hot and angry gaze fixed upon you. For a moment, you stared at the stage that the DJ was placed upon and smiled when you saw a selection of girls dancing in front of and next to the DJ’s desk. Your eyes then shifted back to Jungkook who was giving you a “don’t you dare” type of expression. A huge grin appeared on your face, as you knew you were about to do exactly what he did not want you to do. You swiftly trotted up the stairs that led from the dance floor to the stage and joined the girls who were jerking their bodies to the music in front of the huge sea of people. As you stood at the center of the stage, all eyes fixed upon you, you made eye contact with Jungkook whose eyes were wide in shock, but also irritation. The DJ, who had watched you come up on stage, seemed rather surprised, but this was quickly replaced with amusement, as he skillfully and smoothly changed the song he was playing, hollering a “let’s see what you got babe” into the microphone. After smiling at Jungkook and giving the DJ a “say less” type of expression, you began to move your body to the beat. The crowd erupted into a unison of cheers as you sensually moved your body to the rhythm of the music. You were dancing so hard that your ponytail ended up coming undone and your hair cascaded over your shoulders, only adding to your sexy performance. For a moment, Jungkook was frozen, partially in disbelief, but also in admiration. Although you were his best friend’s little sister, he could not deny the fact that you looked breathtakingly delicious tonight. Well, actually not only tonight, but ever since he had first laid eyes on you, but he never intended to tell you that or to act upon his emotions. However, his heart was pounding like crazy and he was flooded with a slew of emotions. Part of him was horny, while the other part of him was angry and that is a dangerous kind of combination. Once Jungkook unfroze and started to speed towards the stairs that would let him up on stage, you blew a kiss at the crowd before he literally dragged you off of it, his hand around yours.

“(Y/N), what the hell was that?!” he shouted, angrily now that the two of you were in the comfort of his car.

“A dance performance, couldn’t you tell,” you say back with a smart mouth, your fingers typing up a “I’m going home” message to your friends.

“Don’t be smart with me,” he hissed and you felt his powerful hand on your chin, tilting it away from your phone and into his direction.

Your heart skipped a beat, as he had never, ever, touched you like this before and it was honestly turning you on like crazy. For all this time, you had wanted nothing more than for him to touch you.

“Or else what?” you taunted him, a smirk appearing on your face, “Are you going to punish me?”

You could see his eyes widen in shock before he swallowed hard, his hand immediately releasing your chin and instead deciding to hold onto the steering wheel of his car.

“Buckle up, we are leaving,” you heard him say, his face not turning to face you while he buckled his seatbelt before starting the car.

You did as he said, but noticed a bulge in his tight and fitted black leather pants when you were turning to buckle your seatbelt. If you didn’t know any better, you might have thought that you had been turning him on and maybe you were or maybe you weren’t…only one way to find out though.

“Am I turning you on?” you asked boldly, causing Jungkook, who was taking a sip of a water bottle he must have had somewhere in the car, to choke.

“What are you talking about?” he replied, acting clueless, his eyes still glued to the road in front of you.

“This,” you whispered into his ear, now leaning completely over onto his side as your index finger traced along his thigh and up along his bulge.

He let out a slight groan, but immediately tried to play it off with a cough.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied, his grip on the wheel visibly tightening, as he tried to fight the boner in his pants that was only growing larger.

He mentally cursed at himself for deciding to wear those leather pants as they leave nothing up to the imagination after a certain point.

“Let me show you,” your tongue came down to lick along the shell of his ear and Jungkook jerked for a moment, surprised at the unexpected sensation.

“What the fuck, (Y/N)? What if that had caused me to have an accident!?” he exclaimed, his heart now pounding out of his chest, as he struggled to concentrate.

“I’m showing you what I’m talking about,” the smirk you had on your face evident in your voice, “now focus on the road.”

Jungkook bit down on his lip, biting back the remark that was threading to slip past his lips. He was not used to being spoken to like that, especially not by you. He may have been your bodyguard, but he was the dominant one in this dynamic you two had and he was not about to let that change. However, part of him was interested in what you had in stock. Shivers were sent down his spine as your tongue came in contact with his neck and licked a stripe up it.

“(Y-y/n),” you heard him mutter, almost inaudibly as you began to pepper kisses along his jaw, your hand rubbing circles along his inner thigh.

Not even two minutes into your teasing and Jungkook was already hard as a rock, his pants suffocating “little Jungkook” that could be found within them.

The “I know you want me” that fell from your lips as you palmed him through his pants was what gave him the rest and he quickly pulled over to the side of the road. By the time he stopped the car his chest was heaving up and down as he took heavy breaths and pondered on what to do. You were his sister’s best friend and he did not know if it was okay to cross that boundary. However, when he got a glance of you who was watching him so eagerly from the passengers seat, hand still teasing at his hard-on in his pants, he was flooded with memories of you at the club. He was reminded of your sexual dancing, your snappy remarks and your bratty attitude. He was reminded of the way men stared at you whenever you passed by them, not only at the club, but in general, and he could not help but feel jealous. Although he had not claimed you, you were his and he hated having other men eye you. Most of all, he hated that he was not able to do anything about it — that he did not have the right to do anything about it.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he shouted in frustration, his hand hitting the steering wheel hard, prompting you to pull away from him.

“Am I wrong?” you asked, eyes wide as you referred to the statement you had made before.

Maybe you were wrong and he was really just treating you as a bodyguard or worst of all, maybe he felt like some kind of brother to you. Gross. Ugh. For a moment, you felt disappointed and also embarrassed. Had you put yourself out there for nothing? Your heart sank and suddenly you did not feel that tipsy anymore. It was as if the silence that had followed your question served as some kind of wake-up call and as though you had had one of those Cinderella moments: The clock had now hit 12 and your bold magic was washed away.

“I’m sorry,” you broke the silence and adjusted yourself in your seat, “I’ll call someone to come get me.”

Just as you were about to exit the car, a hand grabbed you.

“Wait, (Y/N). You’re not wrong,” the man behind you stated and your heart skipped a beat.

What did he just say? You swiftly turned to face him.

“Fuck, you’re right, (Y/N), and that’s what fucks me up. You’re right. I want you, but not just in that type of way…I want you to be mine and—,” his confession was interrupted by you who had decided to cut his rambling short and instead decided to crash your lips into his.

His lips were soft, just as you thought they would be. Your heart was beating at a thousand miles per hour. It was actually doing backflips, as it was so eccentric at what it had just witnessed. Finally, the guy you had been wanting for so long confessed to you and now you could finally have who and what you wanted. Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook was surprised at first. He was not expecting his words to be cut off like that, but then again what the hell had he expected? Nothing was going as expected tonight and if he was honest, he would admit that he was loving it. You had a sweet taste and it was just as Jungkook had pictured it. Your lips were pillowy, moist and a perfect fit for his. Once he processed what was happening, his hand found your throat, wrapping its large self around it before tugging you closer to him. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, as though it was begging for entrance, but once he tightened his grip around your throat, earning a gasp from you, your consent—which he would have had anyway—was no longer needed. The small opening your gasp had created allowed his tongue to push itself in your mouth and engage in a fiery tango with your own. Needless to say, Jungkook’s tongue easily dominated the kiss and the way he was taking change was starting to make your pussy throb. Next thing you knew, Jungkook pulled his head back and broke the kiss. He smirked almost deviously when he took in the needy expression that you were making and chuckled.

“Remember when you asked what I would do about your smart mouth earlier and you asked if I was going to punish you?” he hummed, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip with his hand attached to your chin, as his other hand tangled itself in your semi-wild hair to make sure you were meeting his gaze.

“You were right about that too,” he eyed you hungrily and for a moment you wondered what you had gotten yourself into, a mix of fear and excitement lodged in your stomach.

“Now get in the back seat, bad girl, and don’t make me tell you twice,” he demanded and you were quickly ready to oblige.

Part of you wanted to see what would happen if he did have to tell you twice, but the other part of you was so turned on and needed release. Just as you were about to move away from him and into the back seat, you realized his grip on you was still tight and had not loosened one bit. You shot him a confused look and he clicked his tongue.

“Now, now, babygirl. I know you know what you’re supposed to say when daddy tells you to do something,” he stated playfully, yet there was a thick amount of assertiveness in his voice that was only adding fuel to the fire in your nether regions.

“Yes, daddy,” you replied submissively, your eyes staring into his that were fastened onto you with some kind of carnal desire.

“Good girl, now do as daddy said,” he released you and within two seconds you were in the back seat with his lips against yours.

You two engaged in a heated make-out session, by the end of which you were left in nothing but your matching bra and panties. For some reason you were feeling a bit embarrassed, your hands wanting to shoot you to cover your body that was positioned to face him upon his lap.

“No hiding from me, babygirl,” he stated, likely having caught on to your moment of insecurity, his hands moving from your ass to your hands.

“You’re the most beautiful thing to me and I want to see every inch of you,” he announced, his eyes roaming your half naked figure that he had been longing to see for what felt like an eternity.

You could not deny his request and let your hands that were threading to try and cover you rest around his neck. He immediately initiated another kiss with this one being more tender than needy, his hands caressing your back.

“Let me make you feel good,” he said, one of his hands skillfully unclasping your bra.

He peered into your eyes, awaiting your approval to go further, which you gave and Jungkook immediately began to attack your chest. It was as though he had been restraining himself for so long that now that the moment was finally here and what he had waited for was finally in front of him, he no longer had the willpower to hold himself back. His lips left a trail of love bites behind as his lips enclosed around your right nipple.

“O-oh,” a moan erupted from your lips and you subconsciously threw your head back at the unfamiliar sensation.

Although you may have been a smut reader and well versed in the theory of sex, you had actually never really had sex before. The feeling of Jungkook attacking your nipples felt amazing and better than you had ever imagined. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud while his other hand fondled the boob that was not currently being attended to by his lips. After giving the other breast the same amount of attention, he lifted you off of himself and laid you down on your back.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked as he began to spread your legs apart after positioning himself in front of them.

“I’m going to make you feel even better,” he replied, his finger pulling your panties to the side.

“D-don’t look!” you screamed, embarrassed at how wet you were, but Jungkook held your legs that were threatening to close in place.

“(Y/N), you’re so beautiful and wet,” he watched you glisten in the moonlight.

Your hands were now covering your face that was blushing in embarrassment, as the effects of the liquor had worn off.

“Let’s see how you taste,” he moved your panties to the side even further before spreading your lower lips apart.

“N-no wait! It’s dirty–,” your sentence was quickly interrupted by Jungkook’s tongue that came down on your aching core.

Your whole body shivered at the new sensation and you thought you might just cum from simply that.

“Delicious,” Jungkook mumbled against your sex, making your toes curl with every lick he took at it.

“F-fuck,” your legs were twitching as he ate you out almost aggressively, his manly hands holding your body in place.

At this point, you were a moaning mess and Jungkook seemed to be spelling his name out on your pussy and it was driving you absolutely insane. He was lapping at it as though he had been famished for the past week and your pussy was a 5 star meal. Gosh, he was making you feel so good. Almost too good, as your orgasm was basically right around the corner and you could feel it coming.

“I-I think I’m about to cum,” you whined, your hands tangled in his hair.

“Not without asking daddy for permission,” he replied, his pace still remaining steady.

“Please, can I cum, daddy,” you groaned, your orgasm inching closer and closer.

“I’m not convinced. Try again,” he said against your core, his eyes watching your shaky body as his tongue still went to town on your pussy, traveling up and down your slit.

“Please, daddy. Please, let me cum,” you cried, his tongue now penetrating your entrance, leaving you only there to hang on by a thread.

“Okay, cum, babygirl,” he answered and cum you did.

Your whole body tensed up as your orgasm ripped through you, earning a loud moan from your throat. Your back arched up as Jungkook continued to guide you though your orgasm, letting you ride it out against his mouth. Your hands pulled and tugged at his hair aggressively, your whole body being overrun with copious amounts of pleasure.

Once he could tell that you were becoming overly sensitive, he pulled away, a string of your arousal connecting his chin to your core before he broke it by pulling too far back. You watched him lick his lips and glance down at you in satisfaction.

Fuck, what was this man doing to you, you wondered as your chest moved up and down in an attempt to catch your breath.

“You look so hot,” Jungkook breathed, his hands coming down to fondle with his belt that held his leather pants in place.

You could hear its buckle coming undone and a zipper being pulled down as you stared at the car’s ceiling with blurry vision. Once you managed to kind of regain your breath and your ability to see, you propped yourself up on your elbows, legs still spread, as you made eye contact with Jungkook. He was hungrily eyeing you as his hand was wrapped around his large and angry looking cock. He must have been incredibly horny, as it appeared as though the thing was about to explode, that’s how swollen and veiny it looked. Precum was leaking out of the tip of it and a part of you wanted to try and taste it, but that would be for another time, as Jungkook interrupted your lusty thoughts.

“Can I put it in?” he broke the silence, and honestly it seemed almost like a plea.

He was so horny that if you had rejected him, he may have shed a tear or two, but luckily you didn’t.

“Yes,” you replied, looking up at Jungkook who was towering over you.

Your heart was beating rapidly and you realized that you were giving up your first time. However, you would not have wanted to give it up to anyone other than the man who was right in front of you. He was your first love, your heart, your everything and if you were going to do this with anyone, it would be with him.

Jungkook pulled out a condom before taring it open and rolling it only his hard length. This time he made sure to pull your panties off as he did not want you getting uncomfortable during this process. He positioned himself at your entrance and for a moment his famished and insatiable expression changed into a more concerned one.

“Are you sure?” he asked, a serious look on his face.

“I am. Now put it in,” you demanded, your core still aching.

After hearing your words, he slowly pushed your lower lips apart and into you.

“Mmmm,” you squirmed, feeling a large amount of pressure between your thighs.

“Bear with me for a moment. Soon you won’t feel anything but pleasure,” Jungkook reassured you and you tried your best to relax under him.

Taking in all of him was a bit painful at first, but Jungkook tried his best to be gentle and spread you apart slowly. And, eventually, just as he had promised, you were feeling nothing but pleasure. You were once again a moaning mess in front of him and he was the same. He was groaning like crazy, words of praise spilling from his mouth as he pushed himself in and out of you at a faster pace. He made sure to pull out nearly all the way and then plunge himself deep inside of you, rubbing along your g-spot and hitting your deepest parts in the process. You were so wet at this point that sounds of your squelching wetness filled the air, but it only seemed to turn Jungkook on more. He was watching your every expression as he guided himself in and out of you with skill.

“Fuck, I-I think I’m going to cum,” you whined, barely able to form a sentence or even keep your eyes open at this point.

“Me too, babygirl. Let’s cum together,” he moaned, his hand coming down to brush along the skin of your cheek in a comforting way, while the other held on to one of your legs.

A few erratic thrusts later and the two of you were sent over the edge. Euphoria hit the two of you like a train, as both of you erupted into a chain of moans and groans, as you convulsed around Jungkook who was releasing large amounts of his seed into the condom. After taking a few moments to regain your breath, Jungkook pulled out of you and laid back to rest against the seat next to yours. You were still laying there, chest heaving heavily as you were seeing stars. Gosh, this man really had fucked your into oblivion. Who thought sex could be this amazing?!

“Fuck, you were amazing, babygirl,” Jungkook complimented you, as he pulled the loaded condom off of himself. The clothes he had been wearing were drenched in sweat, as he lowered one of the fogged up windows of the car.

“Steamy,” you said jokingly, as you were referring to the thick smell of sex in the air and the fogged up windows.

“Steamy indeed,” Jungkook discarded the condom by throwing out of the window before coming down to give you a peck on the lips.

For a moment, the question of “what are we” played on your mind and you pondered on how you should bring up the question your mind was urging you to ask. Would he think you were needy or clingy if you asked him now? Would it ruin the moment? A loud cellphone ringtone interrupted your train of thought and Jungkook leaned to the front of the car to grab ahold of his phone.

“Yo,” he answered the phone and judging by that, it must have been Taehyung.

“Yeah, (Y/N) is with me,” Jungkook said into the phone before adding “we will be home shortly” and then hanging up the phone.

“Fuck, how are we gonna explain this?” you gave him a “what the fuck do we do now” expression while sitting up.

“I’ll take care of it,” he smiled reassuringly, his arms wrapping around your small frame to pull you into a warm embrace and adding "Let's get you cleaned up."

“B-but–,” he interrupted your words of worry.

“(Y/N), stop worrying,” he pulled away to look down at you, “and stop furrowing your brow! You're thinking too hard. I don’t want my beautiful girlfriend to get any unnecessary wrinkles!”

“Girlfriend?” your face lit up as soon as he said that word.

“Yes, girlfriend,” he gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Although I do still plan on asking you out more officially.”

Your grip tightened around him and your head rested against his chest as your worries were cast off of you. Now that you knew where you and Jungkook stood, and now that you had finally gotten what you wanted, it felt like nothing in the world could stop you; because at the end of the day, no matter what, love always wins.

You sighed, your head turning to look out the window. It had been quite the long day, but it was long from over. You briefly distracted yourself by observing the football team's practice.

"Ugh," you rolled your eyes as you saw player number 15 throw the ball. Why, you ask? Well player number 15 was not only the quarterback, but also your school's pride and joy as he was the top athlete of your state. All of that is not necessarily bad. However, your issue with him rested with the fact that he was a womanizer and him being an athlete helped out tremendously with that. There were also his good looks, but you really could not care less about all of that. You would never a crush on a player like him. Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.

"Madam President," you heard a familiar voice state, prompting your head to turn away from the window and in the opposite direction of it.

"Ah, Jin," you smiled at the man standing in front of you. He was your vice president and also friend.

You saw him bow and then step aside to let another man enter the door. He had blonde hair and milky white skin.

"Suga, this is our Student Council President, (Y/N)," your brown-haired VP introduced you.

"Hi," you shot him a warm smile, as you stood up from your desk to go over and greet him.

"Madam President, this is Suga. He is our new council member," Jin continued to explain.

"The new finance manager, am I correct?" you asked, kindly extending your hand towards him.

"Yes, Min Yoongi, but everyone calls me Suga," his hand wrapped around yours as he shook it firmly.

"Nice to meet you, Suga," you greeted him and took a slight bow, which he reciprocated, "I suppose Jin has already filled you in on your duties?"

"Indeed, he has," Suga nodded.

"What do you take me for, (Y/N)?" Jin nudged you in the side and you let out a giggle. He then glanced down at his wrist to take a brief look at his watch and said, "Oh! (Y/N). Isn't it almost time for your part-time job?"

Your eyes quickly found the clock on the wall and widened.

"Oh gosh! You're right!" you swiftly jogged over to your desk to grab your bag.

"You work part-time," Suga posed a curious question.

"Yeah, she works at a convenience store," Jin answered for you.

"Yep," you swung your bag over your shoulder and began to head for the door, "I trust I can leave things in your hand, Mr. Vice President?"

"Why of course, Madam President," Jin replied jokingly.

"Then if you two will excuse me," you smiled and bowed as you scooted past them, "See you guys tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow, Madam President," the two of them bowed in respect as you headed out.

Your shoes clicked on the black and white checkered tile floor as you nordic walked down the building's hallway. It was already around 5:30 pm and your shift started at 8, but you had to get ready before you had to head over there. You passed by numerous students who kindly bowed and greeted you as you made your way down the hallway. Your grey skirt moved in the wind, while you stepped down the stairs. When you left the building, you were met by a crowd of girls who seemed to be swarming around something. Then you caught a glimpse of a red uniform and helmet and you immediately concluded it must have been the football team. You rolled your eyes yet again, as you tried your best to gently push past the girls who were infatuated with the star athletes in front of them.

"If it isn't our wonderful Student Body President," you heard a manly voice say from behind you.

"You look good in that skirt," you heard another voice say.

You turned to face them, your arms folded across your chest.

"Ah...the football team," you eyed them up and down with a straight face. Oh how you hated womanizers.

"So cold," the shorter orange haired one, number 11, fake shivered. His name was Jimin and he was the star running back of your team.

"Yeah...icy," the purple haired one, number 15, ugh, added.

"Are you coming to our game this Saturday?" the tall one with short blue hair asked. He was number 7. Kim Namjoon, also known as RM. The team's best linebacker.

"Yeah, you're the Student Body President. You should be there," V, number 18, the team's most reliable wide receiver added.

"I don't have time for this right now," you stated, glancing over at J-Hope, the team's top cornerback who was writing his number on a girl's hand before saying 'call me'. Ugh, disgusting, you thought to yourself. They may have been your school's pride and joy, but they sure as heck weren't yours.

"I gotta go to work. Have fun...boys," you glanced over your shoulder and waved goodbye. You had more important things to worry about than a football game filled with horny guys and thirsty girls. You needed to work and make money, in order to provide for your family and pay for your studies. Your sister was still just in elementary school and your mom worked around the clock as a nurse to try and keep the family afloat.

You let out a sigh of relief, letting your bag drop down from your shoulder, when you had finally made it home after picking up your little sister from her after school program.

"Go wash up and put on your pj's and I'll get dinner ready, okay?" you patted your little sister on the back, ushering her to go ahead and do as she was told. She was an obedient child, so she did not require much more convincing. You heard her tiny steps against the wooden floor of the apartment, as she made her way into her room.

You swiftly warmed up some of the soup you had had the night before and placed it upon the dinner table with some rice, some side dishes and silverware. The front door opened and closed and you realized it was already 7pm.

"I'm home!" your mother shouted, greeting you and your younger sibling as she entered your small apartment

"Mommy!" you heard your little sister shout, as she ran out to jump into your mother's arms.

"Hey you two," you exclaimed as you switched off the stove, "Dinner is ready!"

"It smells good," your mother replied, entering the room with your little sister in her arms.

She looked so exhausted. You could see the rings under her eyes and the tiredness all over her face.

"You should rest up, mom," you stated, helping her sit your little sister down in her chair.

"I will, darling," she smiled sleepily, sitting down in her own chair.

After dinner, you tucked your sister in and rushed to get ready. You would just have to do the dishes later, you thought to yourself while you ran out of the apartment with your work attire in your backpack. After a 20 minute train ride, you made it to the downtown area of the city and arrived at work around 7:50.

"Right on time, as always, (Y/N)," you heard your boss state, as you opened the backdoor to your workplace.

"Hey," the corners of your mouth twisted up into a smile, greeting the mature, red haired woman. Her name was Jessi, and the was one of the kindest and most understanding people you had ever met.

"Go get dressed, squirt," she said playfully before walking from the back room into the kitchen, likely to supervise the new cook you guys had just hired.

"What's up, Minzy?" you greeted one of your co-workers as you walked into the changing room.

"Hey, (Y/N)," her face lit up when she saw you, "Don't forget tonight is neko-night!"

"Oh, you're right!" you uttered, taking off your clothes to change into your uniform. Luckily, you kept your cat ears and tail in your locker, so you were good, even though you had originally forgotten about neko-night.

"See you on the floor," Minzy put on her red cat ears before heading out to the front.

After changing, you looked at yourself in the mirror, spinning around in your black and white maid dress, black tail, black cat ears and two ponytails, before also heading out to the front.

The front room was a large room that had a bright interior. It may have reminded some of a diner or something of the sort, but it was unmistakably a maid café. It was busy, as per usual, with almost all of the seats being taken. There were some familiar faces, but it was never anyone you had known from your "other life". It was an "adult" maid café, so besides serving sweets, pastries and some savory food, you also served some cocktails and other alcoholic beverages. Usually middle-aged men frequented the place and younger customers were relatively rare, however, boy you were in for a surprise.

“Well, this was unexpected,” you heard a familiar voice whisper from behind you, as you were just about to head to the kitchen with some dirty dishes. You turned around to see who was addressing you and froze.

“J-Jungkook!?” your eyes widened, while you nervously tried to come up with some kind of reply. But honestly…you did not know what to say.

“So who knew that the icy student body president was secretly a maid?,” Jungkook teased, a triumphant look on his face.

You were still frozen in shock. What were you going to do? He was going to tell the secret that you had so desperately been trying to keep from everyone to the whole dang school and your reputation would be r-u-i-n-e-d!

“W-what are you doing here?!” you whispered, angry, but also confused, an awkward smile plastered on your face as you tried not to break your cutesy and innocent maid facade.

“I was bored and I just thought this place looked fun,” he leaned in with a mischievous look in his eyes and added “oh boy did I hit the jackpot though..”

Oh gosh. What were you going to do!?

“Kota,” you called happily, as you held a silver bowl full of meat in your hand. Not even a second later a dark grey wolf appeared in front of you, its tail wagging and its tongue hanging out of its mouth, as it anticipated what was to come. 

“Sit, Kota,” you held up your index finger and the wolf sat down in front of you. 

“Good boy!” you praised him with a few rubs and then sat the bowl down in front of him. He didn’t hesitate and immediately began to dig in. Honestly, you didn’t know where Kota had come from. He just appeared in front of you one day, looking hungry. He didn’t seem aggressive or wild, on the contrary, he seemed to be familiar with humans and maybe he was abandoned by his owner or something of the sort. Well, it didn’t matter much, because you took him in, had him checked by the vet who found nothing wrong with him and had him stay with you. It had been about a month since you had found him and you were sincerely glad to have him. Living on your own had proven to be a bit scary and unusual, so you appreciated his companionship. Although, there were some strange things Kota did, like follow you into the bathroom, sniff your underwear and growl at any male company you had over, you’d just dismissed it as a “dog thing”, until that fateful day. 

It happened in the kitchen. You were casually preparing Kota’s breakfast by chopping up some meat and some fish among other things, until you heard a voice ring from behind you. 

“What’s for breakfast? The usual?” 

“Yep, fish and-,” you froze. Who was talking? You lived alone in the apartment with Kota. Was it a stalker? You gripped the knife you were using to chop meat a little tighter. Where was Kota? Your train of thought was interrupted when two large hands came down on either side of the counter, trapping you against the counter. 

“You smell good as usual,” you felt the stranger take a whiff of your scent and suddenly you became painfully aware of the fact that you were only wearing an oversized t-shirt and some panties. 

“D-don’t,” you shouted as you swiftly turned around with your knife in hand, forcing the stranger to back off. Finally, you were able to get a good look at him...he was...hot?! He had dark grey-ish silver-ish hair with strands of it dangling in front of his dark green eyes. He was quite tall and had a rather athletic body and was dressed in nothing but your robe. You were so confused and as if he could read your mind, he smirked, letting you have a glance at his overly sharp and prominent canines. 

“Wow there. We were getting along so well...Put down the knife, (Y/N), pleasssee?” he batted his eyes at you. 

“Who are you? And how do you know my name?” you asked and the boy gave you an amused look.

“It’s me, (Y/N). “Kota”, but, well, I prefer to be called Jungkook,” the boy stated, as he ran one of his large hands through his hair.

“K-Kota?” you nearly dropped your knife in shock, “How?! You were a-”

“Wolf, yes,” he finished your sentence with his arms folded, “Well, technically I am what you would call a werewolf, but I feel like you’re already too overwhelmed to be able to absorb that information.”

“A werewolf? What? How?” were the last words you said before you fainted. 

The next thing you knew you were in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You must’ve been dreaming, you thought. There is no way Kota would ever just become an amazingly sexy dude out of nowhere. Your mind was definitely playing tricks on you. You chuckled to yourself. What a crazy dream. You sat up and the covers slipped down, exposing your bare chest. You must’ve gone to sleep naked, as per usual.

“Oh, so you’re finally awake,” a familiar unfamiliar voice uttered. Confused your eyes travelled to the foot of the bed, only to see Kota—no Jungkook—staring back at you, only dressed in a robe that barely covered anything of his, since it was way too small. 

Your face turned red and your hands shot up to cover your upper body, as soon as you realized that his eyes went from staring at yours to staring at your chest. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen it plenty of times,” he chucked and you blushed, turning away to hide your flushed face in your pillows. 

“Don’t hide from me,” he hissed and shivers ran down your spine, as you felt the bed shift and suddenly, his breath was tickling the nape of your neck. The way his hot breath was hitting your sensitive skin turned you on, but you’d never admit it, because if what he was saying was true then...he was Kota and Kota was your dog. Getting turned on by your dog was just wrong and you weren’t about to have any of it. 

“I know you heard me,” his suddenly authoritarian voice rang through your ears, and you felt him get closer and closer, until his lips were nearly pressed against the shell of your ear. 

“I said,” he growled, as the covers were suddenly ripped off of you, exposing your naked body to him, “Don’t hide from me.” 

“W-what are you doing?!” you lifted your face from the pillows and found Jungkook towering above you, his fixed gaze seemed like it was piercing through you, with his green eyes darkening mysteriously. 

“What I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” you watched him lower his head, until his lips touched the skin between your shoulder and the nape of the neck. First, he simply caressed your skin carefully, watching amusedly as you tried to fight the whimpers that were threatening to slip past your lips. 

“Are you enjoying this?” you could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“No, I’m not!” you nearly shouted, “Now let me go!” You tried to sit up and felt something hard press against the soft skin of your ass. You swallowed hard. If it was what you thought it was...then it was his d—

“Get off of me,” you somehow managed to get the man to fall down on the bed next to you, allowing you enough time to hop off of the bed and pick up one of the t-shirts on the floor that you held against your body like a knight would a shield. 

“Feisty..I like that,” the wolf-boy smirked, licking his lips, as he eyes you like a predator does its prey.

“N-now, now, Kota. I am your owner and I’m in control. You listen to me,” you backed up until your body hit the wall. You glanced at the door that was on the opposite side of you and then down at Kota who slowly sat up on the bed and began to make his way towards you, with the robe now hanging down his shoulders, exposing his perfectly sculpted and chiseled upper body. 

“Sit, Kota! Stay back!” you waved your index finger in the air, shouting the commands that had worked countless times when Kota was in his dog form. 

“I’m in control now, (Y/N),” he flashed you his canines yet again, as he slowly stalked towards you. Your heart was going 1000mph and you felt your core heat up at the sound of his voice. It was so wrong, but the fact that it was turned you on even more. 

“Look at how wet you are for me already,” you froze. How did he know? You gulped down and took a look at your lower body that was partially covered by your t-shirt. 

“Oh, I don’t need to see. I can smell you,” he laughed devilishly and you only became more excited. 

“That’s a lie,” you swiftly retorted, now deciding to try and make a run for the door, as the distance between the two of you was becoming smaller and smaller by the second. 

“It’s the truth. Let me prove it,” were the only words you heard before you found yourself pushed against the wall you had just sprinted away from, your arms on either side of you with your ponytail tangled in Kota’s hand, holding you there against the wall. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized that your t-shirt was on the floor next to you, meaning that your body was completely exposed to him.

“See,” shivers ran down your spine as soon as you heard his playful voice, “you’re wet, (Y/N).” He ran a finger through your slick folds, earning a suppressed whimper from you. Fuck, did that feel good.

“I-I’m not w-wet! I’m n-not enjoying this at all. I just have to pee,” you made up a stupid lie, hoping that he wouldn’t catch on to the fact that your body was craving him. 

“Ohhhh,” you heard him chuckle mischievously, before you felt his finger push past your folds and inside of your core, “let me help.”

“W-wait, Kota, ah~,” you squirmed, as his finger began to push in and out of you making lewd noises. You couldn’t even fight him. You were completely at his mercy. The squelching only increased when he added a second one of his large, long fingers and you moaned when he found your g-spot.

“There we go,” he repeatedly began to aim for that spot, earning increasingly louder whines from you, as his fingers fucked you better than anyone ever had, hell, better than you had ever fucked yourself. 

“Kota, please, I can’t take it anymore,” your legs began to shiver, as you were rushing towards the edge. 

“What? Another finger? Gotcha,” as soon as he stuffed his third finger inside of your tight cavern you were forced to let go. The orgasm hit you harder than a train and you moaned, not even being able to throw you read back, let alone move it, as Jungkook was firmly holding it in place, so he could watch your every facial expression. Your legs gave out, as you became a bit lightheaded and Jungkook caught you, before you could hit the floor. You glanced up at him and realized his gaze had turned hungry. Your chest heaved up and down, as you attempted to regain your breath. 

“Come on. I’m far from done with you,” he growled assertively, before his strong arms tossed you on the bed. You were laying on your back, propped up on your elbows, as you watched Jungkook stalk up the bed and towards the area between your legs. 

“Kota, wait—” 

“Jungkook and no. I’ve been wanting to taste this. It smells delicious,” he interrupted you, as he grabbed ahold of both of your legs and spread them apart. Suddenly, images of him sniffing your panties as a wolf flashed back into your head and you blushed. Was he getting turned on by your scent even back then? 

You tried to close your legs, but his hands wouldn’t budge. In fact, he spread them apart even farther to the point where it was nearly painful. You winced and he glared up at you from between your legs, famished. 

“Don’t deny me what is mine,” he said dominantly, making sure you knew that he was in charge and you were at his mercy. 

“(Y/N), tell me, whose pussy is this right here?” he asked, as he lowered his head between your thighs, making sure they stayed spread with his two hands that were firmly keeping them apart. 

“Jungkook, wait. This is wrong. Y-you’re my dog and—,” your protests were cut short by him saying “It’s alright. I’ll remind you by spelling his name for you.”

And with that he spread your folds apart and had his tongue lick a stripe up your sex. 

“Ahhahh~,” you threw your head back in pleasure, the initial feeling of his tongue against your not-yet-satisfied core rendering you unable to form words. Jungkook smiled cockily, knowing exactly what he was doing to your body that he studied as your pet whenever you went and took a shower, whenever you walked around in only an oversized t-shirt, whenever you went to bed naked and whenever you were masturbating in your room and you forgot that he was there. He knew everything about your body, well in theory at least and he was so excited that he was now able to touch it and pleasure you, as well as himself. 

“Now, it starts with a J,” he stated, before having his tongue spell the letter “J” against your sensitive skin, flicking your clit in the process, winning yet another lewd moan from you. His cock was already hard as a rock and was ready to explore your core from the inside, but Jungkook wanted to taste the sweetness he had smelled on your panties so many times before and it was no surprise to him that you tasted exactly like you smelled — like candy. He simply couldn’t get enough of you and after spelling out his name on your pussy, he began to hungrily lap at it, like a dog, and it drove you absolutely crazy. You could no longer suppress any of your moans and by now your whole body was tembling in pleasure. He was eating you out so good you nearly forgot your own name. Who cared that he was your pet wolf/dog about an hour ago or whatever? You had never felt like this before, but you were so turned on all you could think about was getting to your orgasm. 

“Ahahhhahhh~,” he made your toes curl, as he shoved his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting the inside of you with his wet muscle. Suddenly, the pleasure halted and you were left confused and wanting for more. You swiftly propped yourself back up and found Jungkook staring at you through the strands of his hair with his angry big, fat and long cock in his right hand with pre-cum dripping from it. 

You swallowed hard. It was absolutely humongous. Was he planning on putting that inside of you? It would never fit!! 

“W-wait..you’re not planning on—,” he moved up and towered over you, your back pressed against your mattress with your eyes staring up at his face. He was staring down at you with his lusty green eyes, with his hands placed on either side of your head and one of his knees between your legs, so you couldn’t close them. He must’ve lost the robe at some point, because you just now realized that he was no longer wearing it which would explain why you were able to see his full nakedness. Before you could even utter a word, his lips came crashing into yours. It felt magical and it was a kiss you never knew you needed. It was soft, but rough at the same time. The way his tongue forced its way into your mouth and engaged into a fiery tango for dominance against your tongue, which it easily won, turned you on. You were dripping wet and there was nothing you could do about it. He really was unlike anything you’d ever known. You subconsciously kissed him back and before you knew it he was kissing down your body, leaving marks all over it. It was as if he was leaving evidence of his presence behind, so you wouldn’t forget who you belonged to.

“Now, (Y/N),” he suddenly flipped you over on all fours and positioned himself behind you. Your heart rate increased when you felt the tip of his enormous dick run through your folds. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” you could yet again hear the smirk in his voice and you paused for a moment. You were literally about to get fucked by your dog. This really wasn’t right. You had to stop it before it was too late. 

“Wait,” you started, until you, all of the sudden, felt his big member push past your lips and into your core forcefully, filling you all the way up, as if it were about to rip you in half, eliciting a loud “JUNGKOOK!” from you. 

“That’s right, (Y/N). Your pussy is mine,” wanting to feel more of your heavenly, sweet walls, he leaned all the way against your ass, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside of you, forcing you to let out a string of curses. His dick was so gigantic it hurt. You couldn’t take it. You tried to move away, but he caught on too fast and before you knew it, he had you by the ponytail and pulled you back onto his member. 

“Don’t you run from me, (Y/N),” he growled, as he began to fuck you harder than you had ever been fucked in your life. At first you screamed in pain, the stretch was uncomfortable, but once you got used to it you started to scream in pleasure. He was making you feel so good your eyes rolled tot he back of your head. He was literally fucking you like a dog. The two of you were in a doggy-style position on the bed and he was nearly laying on you, pushing you down onto the mattress, so you had no choice, but to take his dick that he was ramming so deep inside of you that only his balls were left hanging out. 

“You like it, (Y/N)?” he questioned, his canines sinking into your skin, leaving bite marks on the area around your shoulder. 

“J-jungkook—ah~,” you were hardly able to speak, let alone form a sentence. You don’t know what he was doing to you, but it was intoxicating. 

“Should I really mark you as mine, (Y/N)? Make it so every dog, wolf and werewolf can smell that you are mine? Hm?” the dirty words he was uttering only made you wetter—if that was even possible. You couldn’t even really comprehend his intention behind those words anymore. He could do whatever he wanted to you. His dick was like a drug and it made you completely helpless. At this point you were down for whatever. Jungkook was now the master and you were the pet. The roles had been reversed. 

“Fuck, (Y/N). I’m gonna cum,” he barked, his thrusts slowly becoming erratic. What would his cum feel like inside of you? Warm? Would it fill you up even more? You don’t know how, but for a brief moment those thoughts crossed your mind that had been completely unable to think at all a second ago. 

“(Y/N), say it. Say Jungkook, I’m your bitch,” he snarled violently, his dick still thrusting deep inside of you. 

“J-J—,” you were interrupted by is loud hiss, “Say it, (Y/N)!”

You don’t know what came over you, but before you could even understand what was happening, you moaned, “Jungkook, I’m your bitch!”

And that did it to him. You felt his cock twitch, as his orgasm ran through him, inciting your own orgasm as well. You felt his seed spill into you and paint your walls white, as he groaned. It was so much and he wasn’t pulling out. He buried his dick deep inside of you, as your walls convulsed around him, milking him of his cum. You stayed like that for a few minutes, while he was unloading his seed inside of you, just like a dog would. You were incapacitated by his body that was resting on top of yours, but you don’t think you would’ve moved even if it hadn’t been there. Just the thought and the fact that he was ejaculating inside of you made you reach your peak yet again. He had made you cum at least three times and that was insane. It was like he had put you in a trance. 

“Ughhh,” he growled, as he carefully pulled his sensitive cock out of you. His cum spilled out the moment he did and you were glad he couldn’t see the sinfully lewd expression you were wearing on your face. It felt so good. 

You suddenly felt his presence right next to your right ear as he whispered, “Now the whole neighborhood will know you’re mine.” 

You blushed, as shivers made their way down the length of your spine yet again. What was he saying?! You slipped away from under him and rushed to the bathroom to process what had happened. This had to be a dream! This couldn’t be real! You leaned against the door and quickly locked it, exhaling loudly. You needed to wake up. You turned on the sink and splashed your face with cold water. Wake up, wake up, wake up! However, nothing was changing. You were still standing in front of the sink looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your body was covered with hickeys and bite marks, your hair was all messed up and cum was leaking from your red and abused pussy. 

“Hmmm, it still seems to be awfully wet down there,” his manly voice echoed through the room, “I think you need a more thorough inspection… at my house.” 

That thought consumed your mind, as you found yourself at his expensive place with your body, that was only shielded by your panty’s, pressed against the sheets of his bed with him staring deeply into your dark eyes. His dark orbs exuded danger, hunger, and dominance, as he peered into what felt like your very soul, making your heartbeat race yet again. He had you trapped between his arms, with his jet black hair a bit disheveled, his white doctor’s coat hanging open and his angry erection pounding visibly against the confides of his black pants. For a moment, there was absolute silence, with only the two of you staring into each other’s eyes; the sexual tension between the two of you being so thick that you would’ve easily been able to cut it with a knife.

Jungkook was the first to break the silence, after getting off of the bed. He slowly slipped out of the white cloth of his coat and then his shirt below it, exposing his wonderfully toned chest that heaved with every breath he took. The sight of that made you bite down on your lower lip and you pressed your thighs together in anticipation. While he was unbuckling the black Versace belt that secured his pants, he said: “(Y/N), let daddy inspect you, a bit more thoroughly.”

The second after that sentence slipped past his juicy, pink lips, his pants dropped to the floor and he pulled his large erection out of his Armani boxer’s. His cock was so big and angry looking, with precum just oozing out of the tip, with the light that was flooding in through the large wall of glass windows making it glisten, that it made your heart skip a beat. He could see the shock and horror that crept onto your face as his large hand wrapped around his dick to pump it a few times. He had nice big balls too and you couldn’t wait to feel them slap against your skin, but there was one problem... how was all that supposed to fit!? Nervously, you tried to think of some kind of escape plan or possibly a way to make him fit, but you just simply couldn’t think of one.

“J-Jungkook-,” your words were interrupted by him correcting you and reminding you to call him daddy in a dominant voice that made your insides turn.

“D-Daddy,” you started again, stuttering, “how is that supposed to fit?”

His loud, dark chuckle sounded through the partially dark room, sending a shiver through your whole body. He was going to destroy you! That demon!

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), it will fit,” he replied and it was hardly reassuring. You watched him make his way towards you, slowly inching closer and closer to you who was located in the center of the spacious bed. You couldn’t help, but feel scared. Your mind was screaming that you needed to escape this beast, but your body was frozen in place with desire and want. You could feel the area between your legs burning up, burning up for Jungkook’s attention. Nobody had ever made you feel the way he did. He was like a drug and you were already addicted. 

Next thing you knew, he was on top of you, attacking the sensitive flesh of your neck to leave more marks. You took this time to carefully trace the length of his monstrous cock with your small, delicate hand and what you felt made you even more anxious.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit,” you repeated, trying to wiggle out from under him, but his strong hand wrapped around your tiny throat without hesitation, choking you while simultaneously keeping you in place.

“Oh, I know you aren’t trying to run, are you?” he smiled deviously, his long tongue darting out to wet his sinful lips. Even if you wanted to reply you couldn’t, the grip he had on your throat barely made it able for you to make a sound, let alone breathe, yet it was still turning you on so much that you felt the fabric of your underwear stick to your pussy lips. You began to rub your thighs together for some kind of friction and relief, because the heat down there was starting to become unbearable.

Jungkook leaned forward, not loosening the strong hold he had on your throat and whispered into your ear: “Your inspection isn’t over yet. Be a good patient, so daddy won’t have to restrain you.”

His words made goosebumps form across your whole body. You had nowhere to run. All you could do was take the merciless assault he was about to start on your body that was waiting for him with excitement. Nipples erect and pussy wet in anticipation.

You watched him lean down to take your perky nipple into his mouth. The feeling of his tongue circling the sensitive nub made you release a tiny squirm. Jungkook loosened his hold a bit, so he could hear you scream when he bit down on your nipple. The sound that escaped your velvety lips made his dick jump.

“Your boobs are still fine, but what about..,” your eyes widened the moment his hand wrapped around your soaked panty’s and tore them off violently, removing them from your body and throwing them onto the floor in one swift motion.

“..down here,” he smirked, staring into your eyes, as he forcefully parted your legs with his legs and ran a large digit along the ocean of your slit, only to thrust it in not even a second later. Your whole body reacted and Jungkook smiled triumphantly. He did not hesitate to go straight for your g-spot and inserted yet another finger for more pleasure. Not even two minutes later you were coming undone under his touch with him watching your every move. The pleasure he was dishing out had become too much for you to handle and your whole body was at his mercy. Beads of sweat had formed all over your bodies and the two of you were panting, but Jungkook was not done inspecting you.

“Hmm, it seems to be fine, but let me make sure that your pussy is working correctly,” you heard him whisper into your ear, his tongue coming out to sensually caress the shell of your ear. You squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation, further boosting Jungkook’s ego.

Suddenly, you found yourself flipped onto your stomach, Jungkook’s hand aggressively tangled in your hair with your ass up in the air, facing him. 

“Daddy, I-I’m not ready! It won’t fit,” you protested fearfully. You wanted him so badly and you knew it, but you just couldn’t see how he was supposed to make his way inside you. You felt him position the tip of his cock at your entrance. Scared, you tried to push off of him a bit, the courage that was left inside of you immediately fleeing your being as soon as you felt him rub his head through the wetness of your folds.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N),” he said soothingly and you felt relieved for a moment. Your body relaxed. You couldn’t feel him at your entrance anymore.

“I’ll make it fit,” he suddenly and skillfully thrust his length inside of your tight core, earning a loud yelp from you. Oh, how you wanted to push off of his large dick that was stretching you out to the point where you felt like you couldn’t stretch out any further, but the hand he had in your hair was keeping you in place, no matter how much you fought.

“The more you run, the further in I go,” he threatened you. Your pussy started to tighten around him and it became even more aroused at the sound of his dominant words. You never knew that you were so into being forced into submission, but you were sure learning about it and yourself.

“Ah, daddy,” you shouted in pain and pleasure, but also to further play into the fantasy that you were having in your head. Jungkook fucked you like you had never been fucked before. He pounded your pussy so good and hard that you were left unable to form coherent sentences while you were tearing the sheets off of his bed. The pain that was present at first subsided and all you were left with was wild, animalistic pleasure and excitement that was rushing through your being. The way you felt his skin slap against yours, with his hard, big balls hitting your clit and heard his grunts and growls ripping through the hot air, made you want his cum. You wanted him to shoot his seed inside of you. Never had you ever had such crazy and wild thoughts. This proved that Jungkook was like no other that you had ever encountered before. You cried and moaned helplessly under his grip as his large frame towered over yours while he fucked you senseless. The way he was angling his dick and the spots he was hitting made it hard to hold on to your sanity. What felt like not even a moment later, you could sense yourself rushing towards your high and then you were inevitably sent over the edge, with stars now clouding your vision.

“Fuck, Jungkoooook~,” you cried out with your eyes screwed shut, cumming on his cock, hard. The way your pussy convulsed around him and gripped him tighter made Jungkook growl and pound into you harder. You could tell he was close, as his thrusts were becoming erratic and low grunt sere slipping past his lips more frequently. 

“I’m about to cum,” he moaned, almost breathlessly, sweat dripping down his body and forming beads on his forehead.

“Cum inside me, daddy,” you stated erotically, as if possessed by some kind of a sex demon. With that Jungkook lost all control and his potent, hot seed made its way from his balls all the way to his slit and shot out inside of you to coat your sweet walls. It felt so good inside you and it was so much that you were sure it would flood out the instant he removed his dick from inside of you. However, you stayed like that for a moment, his cock still inside you while his sweaty body was glued to your sweaty, the two of you struggling to regain your breath. As he lifted himself off of you and removed himself from inside of you a while later to retrieve some tissues to clean you and himself up, you turned to face him, his cum leaking out of your pussy. 

A smile consumes his face, as he saw your cute disheveled hair, your sexy “I just got fucked” expression and his seed dripping from your entance.

When he returned with a rag and some tissues, he saw you sitting up on the bed, a huge blush spreading across your face the second the two of you made eye contact.

“Are you alright?” he questioned, the caring and kind Jungkook you had encountered in the office a few hours earlier making an unexpected return.

“D-doc, I don’t feel so good. I think I should come in for regular checkups,” you whined suggestively and bit down on the finger that was positioned on your bottom lip.

Visits to the gynecologist were usually very unpleasant. I mean how would you feel having to sit on this weird and humiliating chair and spread your legs embarrassingly far apart to have your genitals inspected? Yeah, not great! Just the thought of having to visit the gynecologist always had you feeling uneasy and self-conscious. This time the visit was different though, as there was a young and attractive doctor that greeted you at the door, as you walked in to your appointment.

“Umm, is Mr. Kim not here?” you asked, looking around the white, sanitary doctor’s office for your usual doctor.

“Hi, you must be (Y/N)! Mr. Kim had something urgent to attend to, so he is not here at the moment. I’m filling in for him,” he explained, nervously running his large hand through his dark, shiny, and healthy-looking locks.

“O-oh, okay,” you replied nervously with your heart pounding in your chest.

“Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Jeon Jungkook! Feel free to just call me Jungkook,” he shot you a smile, showing off his pearly white teeth, as he extended his right hand.

“N-nice to meet you Jungkook,” you shook his hand and realized how tiny your palm was compared to his.

“Let’s sit down in the office for a moment, so I can get to know you a bit before the checkup. I wouldn’t want you to be too uncomfortable,” the corner of his mouth turned up as he opened the door, so you could enter the office before him. The office was quite spacious and neat. White and grey were the two most dominant colors and there was a white door that lead to the inspection room which you had already been familiar with. He kindly pulled out the chair for you, allowing you to sit down with ease, while taking his own seat behind the desk.

“Alright, (Y/N)...Ah, it’s okay if I call you that isn’t it?” he asked, making sure it was alright for him to call you by your first name, even if it was already a little late for that.

“Yeah, sure,” you smiled cordially, but also nervously.

“So how’s everything?” he questioned, clicking around the computer screen with his mouse.

“Everything has been fine. I’m just here for a routine checkup,” you stated, your hands resting between your thighs. Somehow it was really hot down there and Jungkook in his sexy white coat wasn’t helping.

“Alright,” you saw his head appear from behind the monitor, “So I’m guessing you have a boyfriend. Are you on birth control?”

You chuckled. Was this his way of seeing if you had a boyfriend or was it just that he was trying to make you more comfortable before checking out your body? Well, whatever it was you found it amusing.

“Yes to the birth control,” you laughed, “and no to the boyfriend. That position is still vacant. Why? Are you interested?”

Your witty comeback surprised not only him, but also you, because your checks turned a rosy red after those few words slipped past your lips.

“Maybe,” his low voice rumbled through the room. You could feel your heart beat in your throat. His reply was so unexpected and it had you biting down on your bottom lip.

“So, (Y/N), I am assuming you are familiar with how the checkups work? I see here that you are still rather young and I just want to make sure,” he said with care.

“Yes, Jungkook,” you paused, making sure to look into his eyes, igniting some kind of fire between the two of you, “I do.”

“Okay then,” he smirked, “If you would be so kind as to follow me to the inspection room then.”

He got up and made his way towards the white door. He was tall and muscular and you could also tell he was quite cocky and full of himself, but that sort of turned you on. Jungkook watched you anxiously get up and walk into the other room, your sudden burst of courage completely disappearing as he closed the door behind you.

“(Y/N), please undress right over there and then come sit on the chair,” he pointed the corner that had a curtain hiding it, before sitting down in his chair at the other end of the room.

You entered the space and closed the curtain behind you with your heart beating like crazy. Would he notice that you were wet and he was turning you on?! Of course he would! How were you going to explain this?! Hey doc, you’re so hot I wanna sit on your face?! Fuck, (Y/N)! Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

Suddenly, the red curtain opened and there he was, standing there in all his glory with a concerned look on his face.

“Are you alright? You must not have heard me calling you,” he explained as you gave him an anxious vibe.

You were tightly holding on to your dress that you had worn as it was more comfortable and simpler to get in and out of when you were visiting the gynecologist.

“(Y/N)?” he extended his strong right hand to touch your cheek, probably to make sure you weren’t feeling hot or having a fever of any sort and a slight squirm escaped your mouth. Jungkook froze for a moment and you nearly died of embarrassment! Your body temperature made you feel like you were on fire. You had never been this horny, but also scared and excited at the same time. The sound you made was still echoing in Jungkook’s mind, his hand now slipping down to your neck and then down your right arm.

“You need help undressing, don’t you, babygirl?” his sudden change of voice and character startled you, yet it excited you further.

“Don’t be shy,” he smirked while unzipping the back of your dress. His touch felt electric and gave you goosebumps.

“I’m your doctor. I’m here to check you out and make sure you’re feeling okay,” he let your dress fall to the ground and your heart was beating so hard that you thought he might be able to see it in your chest. You watched his amused face as he was admiring your body that was still partially hidden by a matching bra and panty set, but that was perfect as Jungkook enjoyed unwrapping his presents.

“Come on now, (Y/N). I have to feel your breasts to make sure that there aren’t any lumps of any kind, so be a good girl and take the bra off for daddy,” he stated dominantly and the wetness in your panty’s seemed like it had to be drenching the fabric or leaking down your legs at least. You hesitated for a moment, but ended up doing what he said. For some strange reason, you wanted him to see your boobs and you wanted to feel and experience his touch. A hungry gaze covered his face the moment you rid yourself of your bra and let it fall to the ground to meet your dress. Jungkook’s hands instinctively darted out to caress the soft skin of your breasts, drawing circles around your pink nipples with his long fingers, earning a tiny moan from you. Before you knew it his mouth engulfed your left, erect nipple, so - in his words - he could “feel for the lumps a little better” and by this time you were holding on to him for support. This doctor sure knew how to make you feel good. Your core felt like it was on fire and you pushed your legs together for some kind - any kind - of friction. It seemed like Jungkook took notice, because a moment later you were resting on the inspection chair, your legs spread embarrassingly wide apart with Jungkook’s face hovering above your core, as he toyed with your sexy panty’s. He sniffed them erotically, making you even hotter, before discarding them on the floor.

“Now, let me make sure everything is okay down there,” he announced, turning his attention back to you, and not even a second later you felt his long digit enter your tight, wet core.

“Hmmm, it’s so tight,” he bit his lip as he stared into your eyes, sending shivers of pleasure up and down your spine.

“Let me make sure everything is in order right here,” he curled his finger up and carefully massaged your g-spot, causing your fingers to dig into the material of the inspection chair, as well as forcing you to throw your head back in enjoyment with a loud moan.

“That’s the spot, huh?” he smiled deviously, as he kept massaging it to gain more and more reactions from you.

“Let me make sure it all tastes fine too,” and before you could even protest you felt his tongue licking at and circling your clit.

“Oh, Jungkook!” you whined, as he pushed another one of his digits inside of you with his tongue still going to town on your clit.

“No, call me daddy,” he growled just like a hungry beast, pushing yet a third finger into your sweet walls.

“Ah, daddy, fuck!” you whined, bucking your hips with the desire for more. Jungkook, as if he could read your mind, got up from his chair and latched his lips around your nipple, with his thumb now substituting his tongue that was on your sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers were still moving inside you. You almost couldn’t take it. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming and when Jungkook started to attack your neck and leave behind his marks in the form of tiny red bruises while muttering the dirty things he wanted to do to you in your ear, you lost it.

“Ah~!” with a loud moan you were sent over the edge, your tight pussy convulsing around Jungkook’s fingers. Beads of sweat had formed on both of your bodies and for a moment both of you were just focused on regaining your breath. After the two of you had calmed down a bit and Jungkook had removed his fingers from between your legs you noticed the angry erection that was straining against his tight, black pants. Immediately, a smile was plastered on your face and you got up from the chair to put your clothes back on. As you were sexily and seductively slipping your underwear back on, you asked Jungkook in a bent over position: “Hey doc, do you think I’m okay or is something wrong with me?”

“Hmmm, it still seems to be awfully wet down there,” his manly voice echoed through the room, “I think you need a more thorough inspection... at my house.” 

There you were, on a Thursday night, marching up the sidewalk with your best friend, Elaine, beside you. Both of you had a red solo cup in hand and were already quite lit off of the vodka that was in your cups and the whiskey shots, you had prior to the departure for the your journey to the club that you were currently still on. The giggling that originated from you and Elaine and the sound of loud American muscle cars that were also heading to the club zooming by you two filled the silence of the night. You loved carefree nights like these, the cold air that was hitting your face, the liquor that was setting your body on fire and your best friend right by your side that was feeding positive energy to your soul - it didn’t get much better than that.

“Yo, chug the rest of the vodka in your cup before we go in,” your girl said, ripping you out of your thoughts and disposing of her empty red solo cup in the trash right beside her. You didn’t even realize that you two were already right in front of the club.

“Right,” you replied, downing the rest of the vodka in your plastic cup and making a face when it made its way down your throat, burning. You couldn’t help, but notice a tall group of guys pass by you. They were young, attractive and confident. One of them stood out to you though. He was wearing a pair of black air one Jordan’s, blue ripped jeans and a tighter white shirt that definitely showed off his toned body, especially his arms.

Oh the things I’d do to that body, you thought, a smirk appearing on your face.

“Eye candy,” you heard Elaine’s voice beside you, a knowing smile tugging on each corner of her red lips that perfectly accentuated her dark hair that was tied up in a sleek high ponytail on top of her head.

“Dang right,” you grabbed her hand and made your way into the dark club. There was a line and of course both of you got ID’d immediately, but both of y’all were already 18, so it wasn’t a problem at all. You were behind the guy that you thought was handsome and had another chance to scan him up and down, before he disappeared into the crowd, while you and E were giving your jackets to the people at the wardrobe; so they could hang them up and you wouldn’t have to drag them around with you the whole time. 

“Let’s go to the restroom,” E stated, heading through the crowd, going through a doorway and entering a room that had a huge bar right in the center of it that was attended to by two to three capable bartenders, dressed in white and black, that didn’t seem to be overwhelmed by the large amount of people that were standing at the bar, waiting for them to give them the overpriced beverage they had ordered. You carefully skimmed the impatient people that were waiting, but - sigh - your eye candy was nowhere to be seen. A slight frown appeared on your face.

“Come on,” E caught your attention, before making a right and entering the female restroom with you close behind her. Thank God none of you had to use the restroom, because, of course, there was a line of females, in overly high heels and nearly no clothing on, waiting to relieve themselves, before heading back to the dance floor or the bar, in hope of finding a piece of meat to take home. The two of you had merely come in to touch up on your makeup and make sure your outfit was still sitting pretty - and it was. Elaine spun around, checking out her crop top and nicely fitted black jeans out in the mirror, before polishing up her lipstick and tightening her ponytail.

You on the other hand just reapplied your cherry lipgloss and re-adjusted your tight top that made your tits look good and tightened the gold belt on your dark jeans that hugged the curve of your behind exceptionally well. Both E and you were wearing black and white converse - it was kind of your own “squad wear” and wearing converse every time the squad went out was a given that did not have to be spoken on, it was simply expected.

“Dang you sexyyyyy biatch,” E hyped you up while you were posing in the mirror, making a duck face and twirling your index finger in your dark hair, while your other hand was resting steadily on your dark purple Michael Kors purse.

The two of you burst out into a string of laughter, before making your way out of the restroom and heading to the hip-hop room, which meant making a right after exiting the ladies room, pushing past a bunch of bodies, heading towards the huge bar in the center of the one room and then making a left and going straight into the large hip-hop room. The description definitely sounded waaaaaay more confusing than it actually was.

There were of course a bunch of bodies jerking around on the dance floor to the loud music that was coming from the speakers and the DJ that were positioned close to the stage, which was toward the back of the room. E and you were being eyed by a bunch of guys, as you made your towards one of the DJ’s, cause E wanted to request “Black Beatles” by Rae Sremmurd. As you casually leaned against the wall, waiting for E to hurry up and request the song, you spotted the handsome stranger from before. He was dancing in the middle of a dance circle, dance-battling one of his friends you were assuming. The way his body moved to the beat so smoothly and swiftly, turned you on for some reason.

Wow, he can move like that, you hungrily eyed him, that’s hot. You weren’t usually like this though. You weren’t a predator on the lookout for prey. This was most definitely the alcohol that was coursing through your body, making you feel especially wild tonight.

“Hey, that’s that guy,” E pointed out the obvious and you nodded.

“You should go talk to him!”

“What,” you asked, your head snapping in her direction, so you could look at her face. You weren’t really the type of person to approach people, you liked being approached and plus, you weren’t really too familiar or comfortable with the club scene yet. You were a “noob” when it came to clubbing, probably cause you had turned 18 not too long ago and were now allowed in clubs.

“I said go talk to him,” E repeated and you nervously shook your head.

“Nahhhhhh, I don’t really know what to say. He’s hot, but he’s probably not into girls like me,” you answered.

“What! You are one of the hottest girls at this club and all the guys are eyeing you, in case you haven’t noticed,” she shouted, her voice nearly disappearing under the loud music that was booming through the room.

“I think I’m just going to watch him,” you turned your body to completely face Elaine and thus, turned your back to the hottie that was dancing his heart out.

“I think you’re going to talk to him,” E smiled, her eyes shifting from yours to something behind you. Your brows furrowed and before you could utter a word or turn around, her semi-large hands gave you a powerful shove and you stumbled backwards, nearly losing your footing, but thankfully a pair of strong, large hands came to your aid, steadying your fragile body.

You shifted to look at your hero and made eye contact with that hot guy you’d been secretly eyeing all night - fuck, was all that was filling your mind.

Your eyes went wide and he was staring up down at you intensely.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! SAY SOMETHING!

You managed to choke out an almost inaudible “T-thank you,” before you regained control of your wobbly body that nearly melted into his touch and started to head for E that had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face that you’d ever seen in your whole life.

You mouthed the words “I hate you” at her.

“Wait, what’s your name,” heard his manly voice ring from behind you and it literally sent shivers up and down your spine and halted your movement.

You turned around nervously and stiff as a board, before forcing out the word, “(Y/N)”.

“(Y/N) ,” his face lit up immediately and dang did that toothy smile suit him “beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

He thought I was beautiful?, your heart pounded against your chest and you feared he might hear the loud thumping sound that rang through your ears.

“I’m Jimin,” he smirked, his tongue darting out to wet his pink lips and fuckkkk did you want to put that tongue to work.

“H-hi,”you said nervously, toying with your fingers and looking up at him with big doe eyes.

It seemed as though he was about to say something else, but before he was able to, his friend appeared from behind him, letting him know that they were having shots at the bar.

“I’ll be right back,” he said reassuringly, before disappearing into the crowd and you were positive you wouldn’t see him again. The club was big and there were a bunch of pretty girls he could get distracted by, so there really wasn’t any chance that he’d come back to search for you, but part of you still hoped he would.

You had been so nervous that you didn’t even realize your whole body had been shaking. Elaine quickly approached you and nudged you in the side with her elbow.

“That worked out nicely, didn’t it?” she asked and you could clearly hear the grin in her voice.

“Fuck you! I almost had a heart attack,” you complained, simultaneously letting out a sigh of relief.

“Sooooo what’s his name,” she smiled.

“Jimin,” you swooned.

“(Y/N) and Jimin! That sounds good to me,” E patted you on the back, “Where did he go though?”

“He said he was going to be right back after taking some shots or something, but we will see about that. The club is big and there are a lot of pretty girls out here-,” before you could even finish your sentence, E popped the back of your head and you let out an inaudible yelp.

“Fuck that noise,” your bestie shouted, “Let’s go dance!”

After what seemed like hours of dancing and getting hit on, you started to feel a little tired. You glanced over at Elaine who had secured herself a boy-toy for the night and you sighed in disappointment.

Where had Jimin gone? You didn’t really want to think of him, but you couldn’t help it. There was so much you didn’t know about him. He was nothing but a beautiful stranger - a sexy and dangerous looking stranger if you might add.

You didn’t want to be a party-pooper and tell E you wanted to leave, cause she seemed as though she was still having the time of her life, so you just tried your best to keep an eye on them, in case Elaine needed any kind of assistance.

Suddenly, two hands covered your eyes and your heart began to pound like crazy.

“Guess who,” a manly voice sounded from right beside your ear and it ran shivers up and down your spine.

Your mind was racing. Who could it be? Well, the only person that you’d hoped it’d be was Jimin, so that’s the name that escaped your lips.

“Bingo,” he spun you around by your hips and rested his hands there.

“I thought you’d never show,” you smiled up at him, taking in his smooth skin and his kissable looking lips, as well as his black hair that you just wanted to tug on while he ate you like a strawberry cupcake - but you couldn’t say all of that.... at least not right now.

“I couldn’t leave here without getting a second look at you and getting your number,” he pulled out his phone, handing it to you.

You gladly obliged, typing in your number and giving the phone back to him.

He did not hesitate to call you right away and the phone in your pocket buzzed as you checked it, a number that you had never seen before illuminating the screen.

“Had to make sure you weren’t tricking me,” he winked at you and grinned. Boy, he looked so handsome, his eyes forming crescent moons as he wore the wide grin on his face.

You guys began having a long and deep conversation about your lives, your goals and your families, while E and her boy-toy were making out on the dance floor. The fact that this man actually had goals and dreams was arousing in itself. A hot guy with a brain?! What! You were literally dripping at this point, but he didn’t have to know that while he was explaining his business plans your panties got wetter with every syllable that slipped past his delicious looking lips. You were so wrapped up in the conversation and before you knew it, the clock struck 4am and the time to leave had come. You sighed disappointedly when you saw the time on your phone screen, having no choice but to cut the good conversation you were having with this attractive male short.

“It’s getting really late or well early,” you brought up hesitantly “and, sadly, it’s time for me to collect my friend and go,” you stated, nervously tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Leaving me so soon, beautiful?”

Your eyes immediately shot up to meet his manly gaze that was fixed on you and his appearance made you want to melt.

You managed to choke out a nearly inaudible “Y-yes,” his dark eyes staring you down, making your heart race.

“At least allow me the pleasure of escorting you out, so I can spend a few more moments with you.”

His sudden gentlemanly reply caught you off guard and appealed to the little Disney princess fan you had tucked away deep inside of you - your hopeless romantic side.

His hand found the small of your back as he walked with you through the club in search of E, whom the two of you found making out in a corner.

His touch on your back made you feel warm and protected, but also added fuel to the fire that was burning between your legs.

You two quickly collected E and a few minutes later the three of you were standing at the exit with your jackets in hand.

“Be safe out there, princess,” he ran his hand through your hair and then guided his fingers along your jawline, before brushing his thumb across your bottom lip. It seemed as though he was about to kiss you and - YES - that’s exactly what your heart and body desired.

A knowing smirk appeared on his face, as if he knew precisely what was crossing your one track mind at the moment, before he turned to casually strut away, purposely leaving you unsatisfied and riled up, but also interested and wanting more.

Your eyes followed his muscular and virile frame, until it could no longer be seen.

“I don’t even want to leave,” E sighed when you were dragging her out of the club.

“Oh well, it’s like 4:15 am,” you retorted.

Your phone buzzed and you reached into your back pocket, pulling it out to check it.

Let me know when you make it home safely

-Jimin

Your face immediately lit up and you were eager to get back to your place, so you could text him back.

...

Home safe

-(Y/N)

You texted him back, as soon as you got through the door, guiding E to her room and putting her to bed.

Lol. I know it’s you, silly and good, now I can go to sleep.

His reply made your phone buzz and you swiftly read it, your fingers typing up a reply within seconds.

Oh, did you wait up for me?

You smirked at his reply.

Of course I did, princess.

Oh, there he goes again with the name calling, you rolled your eyes feigning annoyance, but actually you were quite amused by it. You dropped down onto the bed in your own room and let out an exhausted sigh. You didn’t even notice that you were that tired, the sleepiness had just kind of snuck up on you. The night has been great, but also suuuper long. You were so worn out that you didn’t even realize that your eyes had fallen shut and you were dozing off, completely forgetting to reply.

Your phone buzzed loudly at 11am, waking you from your rather light slumber. You groaned, rolling over with your hand searching for your phone. After retrieving it, you glanced at the screen, wincing when you realized the brightness was turned up way too high for your sensitive eyes.

Good morning, princess. What are you doing later today?

Your eyes skimmed the text that you had gotten from Jimin about a minute ago and you smiled. He texted me again, you thought happily.

I was planning on hanging out with Elaine.

You replied, not wanting to seem too available. Your phone buzzed yet again. He was quite the speedy texter.

Perfect. I wanted to know if you and her would like to come over to my place and have fun at this little party my boys and I are throwing tonight?

Mmmmmmmm

You sent back, as if you were thinking about it, but let’s be honest here, the answer was yes from the get-go.

It would really make my night to see you again.

The phone vibrated yet again.

Plus, we’re ordering pizza for tonight too. Now if that doesn’t convince you, then I don’t know what will.

You laughed, he was definitely a funny guy.

Alright, alright.

You replied, acting convinced and “defeated”.

Great! Then I’ll see E and you, princess, tonight @ 675 palm tree avenue #2. It’s the big yellow house, you can’t miss it. I’ll expect you at 8.

Your fingers quickly typed up a reply, asking about the attire you should come in for the party.

Wait, what’s the dress-code?

Buzz.

Just wear something you’d want me to see you in.

...

8:40pm rolled around and you and E were just getting into the Uber. Turns out that Jimin’s place was about 30 minutes away, but that didn’t really matter - the stars of the party are always late.

The Uber pulled up to house #2 around 9:15pm and boy, were the two of you surprised. This was no house, it was a freaking villa and this was also not just a small little get-together, but a huge ass house party. You stepped out of the Uber in a tight and very short black dress, a pair of red, tall Louboutins and a brown, small, Michael Kors purse. Your hair was tied up into a tight, but high ponytail and your facial features were complimented by the makeup you had put on about an hour ago. Your neck and ears were also blinged out by a pair of golden hoops and a necklace that made your dark eyes pop. E of course looked stunning as well with her long dark brown hair cascading down her back, her tight snakeskin looking dress and her LV heels that went well with her LV purse and bracelet. The two of you made your way up the stairs and into the house, the front door being open, due to the huge amount of people that were in the front yard, smoking, drinking, but also dancing to the loud music that could be heard coming from the inside. The villa was insanely spacious, so although there were 100+ people there, it never felt too crowded or uncomfortable, because everyone was sort of distributed and spaced out all throughout the home.You passed by people that were playing beer-pong, never-have-I-ever and twister on your search for Jimin, but also the bar. You found the bar which was located towards the back of a huge room with huge glass windows to the left of it, but no Jimin.

Maybe he was upstairs or something, you thought to yourself. There was even a bartender at this party, holding down the fort and supplying you and E with a pair of Caipirinhas and a few vodka shots. After downing the shots and taking a few sips of your drink you turned to the left and realized that there was an outside party area with a pool and a dj. Maybe Jimin is out there, you thought, taking E outside with you. And surely, there he was in all his glory, but shirtless this time and only in a pair of swimming trunks. You watched him splash in the water with who seemed to be his friends, chucking a football around. His body looked amazing, so toned and fit and his blue trunks that were wrapped around his lower body complimented his creamy white skin and his dark hair. You were so caught in a trance that you didn’t realize the football had been tossed over Jimin’s head and was heading straight for you.

“Look out,” one of the guys shouted, snapping you out of your daze, but it was too late, you tried to dodge the ball, but you ended up losing your balance, falling and getting hit by the ball anyway.

God, please just come get me, I’m dying of embarrassment, you pleaded, laying on the ground with your arm covering your face. You wanted to cry that’s how embarrassed you were. You completely tuned out the sounds around you and we’re so focused on your embarrassment that you didn’t even register that hardly anyone had noticed other than E, the boys that were playing the game, Jimin and a few spectators. Everyone else was far too stoned, or buzzed off of the liquor.

“Are you okay? (Y/N),” E asked nervously, genuinely concerned about your well being, her hand touching yours and her voice soft.

Before you answered her question, you heard a quick succession of footsteps coming closer.

“Oh my gosh! Is she okay,” you heard a manly voice ring in your ears and you uncovered your eyes to see a handsome blond male standing over you and next to E.

“I-I am,” you tried to sit up.

“I’m so sorry! That was my fault I-,“before he could finish his apology Jimin came running from behind him, smacking the back of his head playfully and muttering an “Idiot” to him.

He immediately kneeled down beside you, concern and worry taking over his playful expression. His eyes moving from your face to your knee, his brows furrowing. The way his dark wet hair was dangling in his face with his skin glistening in the light had you mesmerized.

“Your knee,” you felt his fingers brush over the skin of your knee, drawing your attention from his body down to yours.

“Oh, I didn’t even realize,” you took a look at your scraped knee.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up,” you heard Jimin say and before you could even manage to push yourself off of the ground, Jimin’s strong arms swooped you up and he held you in his arms the way a prince holds a princess.

Jimin turned to face Elaine, his drenched body, but also his words making you drip, “Mind if I borrow her for a while?”

“Not at all,” E replied, peeking at you and giving you a quick thumbs up.

Jimin swiftly made his way inside the huge villa and then upstairs with a cocky smile on his face. Your small hands were gripping onto his muscular arms, you being scared of falling and nearly dying of embarrassment yet again.

He carried you into what seemed to be his bedroom and carefully placed you on the huge king-size bed that was covered in creamy white covers and sheets which were decorated with golden tassels. Your mouth was agape as you eyed the room that looked like it belonged to some kind of royal bloodline, with the whole space being decorated with the colors white and gold, plus a tiny bit of red.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back”, Jimin headed through a wooden door to the left that probably led to a fancy bathroom. His absence gave you a moment to breathe and you laid down on the soft covers, the alcohol slowly getting to you as you felt a bit more tipsy.

Who would’ve thought that you’d end up on this “stranger’s” amazing bed like this.

Before you could collect your thoughts, Jimin returned with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cue tip in his hands. He smiled before kneeling down before you and extending his hand to gently hold your leg and disinfect the small would with the cue tip that he had dipped into the disinfectant. You winced at the small, but sharp pain.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his focus still on your wound.

“Yeah, a little,” you replied, looking down at him.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he motioned at your dress that reeked of the alcohol you had spilled on yourself during the fall.

“Umm, yes please,” you gladly took him up on that offer as you were dying to get out of the sticky and nasty dress.

“Alright, the bathroom is right over there,” he pointed in the direction of the restroom and you immediately sat up, maybe a little too quickly and nearly fell a second time, but thank the Lord for Jimin’s strong arms that came to your aid.

“Woah there,” he chuckled and you blushed, swiftly disappearing into the bathroom with a nearly inaudible “thanks.”

(Y/N), you’re so dumb,” you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your dress that you had worn for Jimin was completely ruined. Frustrated, you began to strip off your dress and let it fall to the ground, exposing your matching black and pink lacy bra and thong. Well, at least your underwear still looked good. You undid your now messy ponytail and let your hair loose.

“Wow,” you heard from behind you, causing you to freeze up instantly. Your eyes met with Jimin’s in the mirror.

“J-Jimin,” his name nervously escaped your mouth as you spun around, your hands flying up to cover you. Your face was as red as a tomato and your body grew hot under Jimin’s watchful gaze. He was casually leaning against the doorframe with a huge smirk on his face. He was also holding a towel and a change of clothes in his hand that were probably for you.

“So this is what you wanted me to see, huh?” 

You remembered that Jimin had told you to wear whatever you wanted him to see you in and deep down he was right, you did want him to see you in this. He slowly began to approach you, like a predator that was cornering its prey. He backed you all the way into the marble counter and trapped you between himself and the counter, his hands resting on either side of you. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even look at his face. You jumped when his hand tilted your chin up and your eyes met his dark, mysterious and wanting brown orbs. He was eyeing you from top to bottom and it seemed as though he was ready to devour every inch you. Before you could even utter a word, his lips crashed into yours. His candy lips were soft, but the kiss was somehow rough and needy. You moaned when his large hand that had been fisting your hair began to grope your left breast, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced a fiery tango and his wet muscle was of course dominating yours. He broke the kiss to take a look at your breathless body that seemed as though it wanted more. Your nipples had hardened and your panties were literally stuck to your hot, wet center. Your appearance and the feeling of your velvety lips made Jimin grow hard, his member pressing aggressively against the fabric of his swim trunks.

“You’re so sexy, (Y/N),” he bent down and his lips encountered yours yet again. This time he deepened the kiss and wrapped one of his hands around your throat, choking you a bit. He was making you crazy and you started to rub your thighs together, hoping to get some kind of friction to relive the aching wetness between your two limbs. Jimin moved from your lips to your jaw, peppering kisses there until he reached your neck which he assaulted for quite sometime, leaving red marks that served as evidence of his presence behind. He attacked your chest next, after he had ridden you of your bra. He licked the area around your nipple, before sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. You moaned loudly, your hands tugging at his hair.

“You like that?” he asked, but you couldn’t find the words to answer him and he stopped. Disappointed you met his gaze and he chuckled.

“Princess, when Daddy asks you a question you have to answer. Preferably with a “Yes Daddy”,” a huge smirk appeared on his face, when he saw the shiver that ran down your spine as soon as the word “Daddy” slipped past his lips.

“Yes, Daddy,” you obliged, desiring nothing more than for him to continue and continue he did, until he had finally reached the area between your legs - the area you needed him the most at.

“Turn around for me, princess,” he commanded and turn around you did. He bent your upper body down and began to rub your ass.

“What do you want me to do, princess?” he asked, toying with your thong, making you even more wet. You squirmed and he chuckled yet again.

“Use your words, princess or else Daddy can’t help you.”

“Please take off my thong, Daddy,” you said with your head resting on the cold marble counter. He didn’t hesitate to hook his finger in your thong and pull them down the curve of your ass and your legs painfully slow. You saw an accomplished smile in his reflection as soon as he saw how drenched you were. You blushed and hid your face.

“Hide your face from me again and I will spank you,” he stated and you instantaneously uncovered your, still red, face.

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you answered.

“What a good girl,” he smiled triumphantly, his finger rubbing along your slit, making you bite your lip.

“What do you want Daddy to do now?” he questioned and you didn’t understand how him asking these questions and calling himself “Daddy” was having such an effect on you. You were so horny and all your nervousness had long been replaced by lust.

“Daddy, please make me feel good,”you begged, wiggling your ass to gain some kind of friction. He smiled amused and pushed his index finger inside of you while staring at the lewd facial expression you were wearing in the mirror.

“More Daddy,” you requested and he obliged, feeling generous, so he pressed more fingers into you, fingering your roughly while earning squirms and louder moans from you. You loved the way his fingers were making you feel, stretching you out with a bit, but also giving you pleasure at the same time - but they weren’t enough. You were still famished and Jimin could tell. He as well seemed to still be wanting more, his erection in his trunks still standing strong and proud. He fingered you, until your wetness seemed to overflow and run all the way down your thighs to the back of your knees. You were slowly, but surely approaching your climax and Jimin sensed this. He pulled his fingers out before you could reach it though, warming a cry of protest in return.

“Wait, princess. Daddy will satisfy you.”

You heard him rummaging around a drawer before pulling out a golden condom wrapper. He ripped it with his teeth and tugged down his trunks. You caught a glimpse of the monster he had been hiding and your jaw nearly dropped. He had a huge, angry and veiny cock and the tip of it was decorated by a bead of his lust.

“Daddy that’s too big!” you stared at it with wide eyes. He grinned proudly.

“It’s not,” he pumped himself a few times, before rolling on the condom.

“Daddy, it won’t fit,” you began to get nervous again. You had never taken a cock that big before, let alone seen one that size.

“It will,” you felt him run the head of his cock through your folds and you whined. He felt so good and you wanted him so bad.

“Princess, you’re so wet. Let Daddy taste you,” you felt the tip of his dick disappear and his wet muscle darted out from between his lips and tongue kissed your pussy. Your legs began to shake lightly and your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip hard. His tongue felt absolutely amazing.

“You taste delicious and sweet,” he said, emerging from behind you while licking his lips that were covered in your sweet nectar.

“Now, let Daddy feel you,” you heard him say before the tip of his cock once again returned to your folds. He wrapped one of his hands around your hair and pulled back a little, making you push back a little and onto his big dick. You whined and he smiled.

“So you can’t run from me,” he slightly tugged on your hair with his eyes meeting your wide ones. Before you had the chance to add anything to what he had said he pushed into you in one swift motion and you cried out, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You wanted to run from it, but there was nowhere to go. It hurt. You let out a few painful squirms as he pulled back and then pushed back into you more softly.

“Shhhhh, Princess. It’ll be fine,” he consoled you, kissing down your spine. He was right, after a short time you began to adjust to his size and the pain you had been receiving turned into pleasure. Within a few minutes you were begging and moaning for more which Jimin gladly gave you. He began bucking his hips into you more roughly, bruising your hips that were pushed against the counter. You felt everything, every vein and motion from his member, every kiss he pressed onto your back and every stretch he made you go through as he pulled out and pressed back into your tight pussy. Jimin was letting you experience a mixture or pain and pleasure you had never experienced before and you were loving it. The rapture you were receiving started to overwhelm you and before you knew it you were very close to receiving your first orgasm.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum!” you shouted, some of your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead.

“Yes, Princess, cum for Daddy,” he commanded and you came on the spot, your walls tightening around him and nearly making him reach his high as well, but Jimin persevered and continued to aggressively fuck into you, causing you to experience a second and a third orgasm. When your fourth one was strongly approaching you could feel that Jimin must have been close as well. His thrusts were beginning to become erratic and he began to let out louder grunts and moans. You pushed back into him even more, wanting him to come with you.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re going to make Daddy cum,” he said with his brows furrowed. Your high hit you hard, with euphoria immediately taking over you and causing your muscle to tighten around him. He could no longer withstand the pleasure and shot his hot seed into the restraints of the condom with a loud, deep grunt. For a short moment both of you were just breathing heavily, trying to regain your breath. Jimin soon pulled out of you, ridding himself of the condom and tossing it in the trash.

“Well, now we are both wet and sweaty,” he laughed out loud, looking at his and your glistening skin in the mirror, his dominant side that had just been present a few moments ago disappearing.

“Looks like there is only one thing left to do,” you said with a huge smirk as you stepped into the shower. As Jimin was staring at you, you winked at him and said playfully, “You could join me and we could like save some water and help the environment. Plus, I kinda have this dripping hole and I wanted to know if you had something to plug it with.”

Jimin chuckled, before following you into the shower.