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It started like any other time, lips on his and a hand wrapped around his hard cock. The lips were slick and wet and the hand warm and dry and it was fucking heavenly. Jeongguk had always liked it a little on the rougher side even if he had been too shy to tell anyone that. And it was only supposed to be a hookup, some random guy from the club jerking each other off in the back alley before returning to the club and going their separate ways, so Jeongguk really didn’t see the point of even trying to gather the nerves to tell this guy.

It was supposed to be normal. Standard. Run of the mill. You know, nothing extraordinary. 

But damn, something about this guy was making Jeongguk want something else, something more, something he couldn’t even put his finger on(though he really wanted to put both his fingers and his tongue on something more, something bigger, thicker, fatter, longer, girthier, all those words Jeongguk craved in his mouth).

And this next moment should’ve been the moment Jeongguk put a stop to it all to really consider what the actual fuck is happening because the stranger’s tongue seemed to grow and thicken and fucking lengthen and the next thing Jeongguk knew it was was prodding at the back of his throat cautiously.

He gagged, of course, he gagged, he hadn’t expected it and wasn’t prepared to have his throat fucked at all while making out but holy shit did it feel good.

Jeongguk relaxed his throat and the man hummed feeling the muscles loosen, allowing his newly rounded tongue to wiggle down, only barely, before pulling back and trying again.

And Jeongguk, our favourite little cockslut, whined and moaned and swallowed it down further, practically begging for it.

While Jeongguk was busy getting his throat absolutely destroyed and loving every second of it, the man removed his hand from the leaking cock to push down the tight leather trousers further until they were bunched around Jeongguk’s ankles.

And Jeongguk, Jeongguk thought it couldn’t get better but then there was a hand on each asscheek to pull them apart and something slick and rounded was prodding at his exposed hole and he was so glad that Hoseok had dragged him to the club that night. 

For a moment, Jeongguk didn’t exactly register that there was no physically possible way that it was a cock pressing insistently against his rim; his back was to the wall and the stranger was in front of him, so unless this guy had some kind of elastidick, it just wasn’t possible.

The moment passed and Jeongguk’s right hand flew from his partner’s shoulder in an attempt to reach around and touch whatever it was but something wrapped around his wrist and pinned it to the wall by his side, followed by his left hand too for good measure.

Jeongguk finally opened his watering eyes to look at the man who was already staring at him with dark eyes, full of lust and a hunger Jeongguk had never had directed at him before. A shiver ran down his spine.

Slowly, Jeongguk lowered his gaze, doing his best to look to the side to find out what had his arms pinned, all he knew was that it(they?) felt firm yet squishy and soft in a contradiction that he couldn’t wrap his poor horny brain around.

But due to being pressed against the stranger with his tongue(?) still pressing in and out of his throat at a leisurely pace, he couldn’t see jack shit. 

A desperate, pleading whine vibrated his throat and the man groaned at the feel of it but respectfully returned his monster tongue to his own mouth and took a step back. 

“Wh-wha..?” Now Jeongguk wasn’t the most eloquent at the best of times so his inability to string together a coherent single word let alone a sentence in the situation could be easily forgiven.

While his chest heaved in an attempt to return his breathing back to normal, Jeongguk’s eyes once again roamed aside but this time he found what exactly his bindings were made of.

Or at least he thought he would’ve but the things wrapped around his wrists looked like fucking tentacles and well, that couldn’t be right. Right? Like, tentacles...like monster tentacles...fuck.

Really, he should’ve noticed from the tongue that grew in his fucking mouth that something wasn’t quite human about this fella but Jeongguk is nothing but a hentai loving, tentacle dick riding slut, so honestly he wasn’t opposed to the progression at all.

The man just watched, hoping that this wasn’t going to be another human who he would have to knock out and drag away to have their mind wiped or at least memories altered in a way that would only make them sound batshit crazy if they ran off screaming to the authorities.

He really had felt that special kind of tingle he got around humans that were at least open to monster fucking, but he had been wrong before- sometimes he couldn’t tell the difference between really needing a piss and the special tingle and it had led to some less than ideal situations.

Finally, Jeongguk’s gaze travelled along the length of the smooth, deep pink-tinted purple tentacle to where it was slimmest, exactly where the man’s dick should’ve been. But instead, three tentacles sprouted, each barely thicker than a single thumb at the base to allow them to spawn from the same limited area.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk exhaled, breathless even with lungs full of air. 

“Three dicks.” 

“Not exactly.” The man chuckled, relaxing upon noticing that his pretty little human wasn’t at all disgusted or scared, if anything, he looked more into their hook up than before they stopped dancing to find somewhere relatively private to get each other off.

Before Jeongguk’s very eyes, another tentacle sprouted, growing and reaching out, getting thicker as it stretched until it was wrapped around Jeongguk’s neglected cock. 

The human whimpered pitifully and jerked his hips forward only for the warm appendage to tighten almost painfully around the base of his erection, preventing him from moving or gaining any pleasure from his efforts. At least that was the plan but Jeongguk discovered he liked it, if anything.

“Oh, I guess I got real lucky with you, huh, little one?” The monster cooed teasingly.

“Lube?” Jeongguk asked, unwilling to beat around the bush when he could be getting railed by a real tentacle, maybe two if he played his cards right.

“My secretions work better than any human lubricant.” 

“Oh fuck, tentacle lube,” Jeongguk tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes closed in an attempt to not prematurely blow his load because man, this was all of his wettest dreams rolled into one. 

“Fuck me, come on, put it in me already, I stretched before coming out, almost my whole fucking fist I can take-” The pressure on his rim cut him off and made his eyes blow wide when the tentacle that hadn’t moved from between his barely spread thighs breached his hole. 

It seemed to expand inside him, instantly pushing against his prostate and making him gasp and twitch. 

He was full in a way he had never been before and just knew he would never be able to replicate no matter how many toys or human dicks he shoved in his ass.

“Good boy,” 

“Fuck yeah I am.” 

The man only chuckled in response and said nothing more.

Not that he could really when he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to reveal another tentacle in his place. 

Jeongguk’s mouth was wide open and his eyes begging in a split second. 

They both groaned deeply as the tonguetacle returned to its rightful place fucking Jeongguk’s mouth and throat, though now it wasn’t gentle or slow, it was almost vicious, the speed and depth at which it worked.

A mixture of spit and thick secretion pooled in Jeongguk’s eager mouth until it spilt over, drooling down his chin, sliding over his jaw and dripping onto his chest, revealed by having about five too many buttons open; standard for club going Jeongguk since he turned 23 and the world thanked him for it.

The tentacle on his dick finally loosened its hold and leaked a little, just enough to ease the slide as it curled around in a slow, teasing manner that was entirely contradictory to the battering his throat was getting and the thick, unwavering pulsating in his asshole that he just knew was going to leave him gaping. He couldn’t fucking wait to bend over in front of a mirror later to get a good look at it, he hoped that monster cum would leak out. But beggars can’t be choosers- though Jeongguk would happily beg for it if it came down to it.

Getting destroyed at three different sensitive parts of his body in different ways had Jeongguk fucking hurtling towards his orgasm at a speed and intensity which he had only read of in poorly written fanfiction by authors that have no idea what they’re doing where smut writing is involved. Incredible.

It barely took another minute before he found himself writhing and shuddering as his orgasm exploded from his dick like a twitchy weird little fleshy volcano that spews cum. And it was wonderful.

The tongue receded from his mouth so that he didn’t choke in a way that would not be sexy at all.

 But the one in his ass, it continued its work, pounding and throbbing, sending Jeongguk into oversensitivity but all he could do was whimper and whine and fucking take it like the good boy he is. 

It felt as if it continued for hours, the relentless stimulation on his prostate, the slick touches to his still hard though tired yet enthusiastically twitching cock.

Then all at once, all four tentacles started to swell and that sent Jeongguk into another orgasm, much less intense but equally as mind numbing as the last.

He was barely coherent enough to notice the sudden slick exploding all over his body, over his forearms, over his crotch and dick to merge with his own cum, in his ass at such a quantity that it was already trying to escape past the tentacle. 

“Fuck, such a good little doll for me,” The stranger panted, showing the first and only sign of the whole ordeal that he was at all affected by everything that had happened.

He was breathing heavily and slumped forward a little, something thick and shimmering spilling from his mouth. Jeongguk wanted to taste it, of fucking course he wanted to taste it. It’s Jeon Jeongguk.

The man seemed to understand the whimper that pierced the gap between them and stepped forward to slide their lips together.

Jeongguk didn’t know what exactly the stuff was, if it was some of that tentacle lube or monster cum that spilled from the tentacle in the man’s mouth, but whatever it was, it was fucking delicious and Jeongguk never wanted to stop sucking at the tongue that had returned. 

Wasting a drop of the thick liquid was utter blasphemy to the monster fucker.

The man didn’t seem to mind at all, just stuck his tongue out and allowed the human to inhale every single drop from it, followed by his lips until there was nothing left.

Jeongguk whined pitifully.

“There’s plenty left, don’t worry,” The man informed, motioning downwards between their bodies. 

So Jeongguk lowered his head and found more of the shimmering slick covering his soft cock and the tentacle supporting it. 

“Want it, little one?” 

“Yeah,” Jeongguk nodded. 

A shudder travelled through his body as the tentacle wrapped around his dick to drag the mix of fluids off of it before lifting to enter his parted mouth. 

The human eagerly swallowed down every glob with little moans and happy hums. 

After that, each of his arms were lifted to his mouth to be licked clean and let go, leaving sticky marks and bruises circling his wrists that Jeongguk hoped wouldn’t heal for at least a week.  

“One more.” Jeongguk commented, throat sore from the fucking it received but he kind of liked it. He really was learning a lot about his kinks in such a short time.

They both looked down to the only tentacle left protruding from the man’s crotch, the others had retreated into his body leaving one single, thick one left, the one that was still snug in his ass. 

“I’ll pull out now, okay?” 

“But the cum,” He whined, shaking his head in argument. “Want it in my ass or mouth. Don’t wanna waste it.” 

“Whatever you want, doll.” The man lowered to a crouch and pulled Jeongguk’s trousers from his ankles, finally giving his legs freedom. But instead of letting the human move, the monster hoisted Jeongguk up into the air, pressing his back harder against the wall and holding him up with two new tentacles that appeared. 

“Fuck, they’re strong?” Jeongguk breathed out in awe, head tipping back against the brick as his fingers knotted in the man’s hair instinctively. 

He mentally added strength to his rapidly growing kink list.

“Should’ve fucked me against the wall like this.” 

His breath hitched and his fingers tightened when he felt a tongue lapping around his rim to clean up the tiny amount of shining cum that had escaped.

Little by little, the pressure in his ass decreased as the tentacle slowly slimmed down to allow the man to catch the dripping slick in his mouth without wasting a drop. 

When his mouth was full, the tentacle plugged Jeongguk’s hole back up and the man got to his feet.

Jeongguk’s back dragged down the brick until he was lower than the man. At the rise of an eyebrow, the human opened his mouth and tipped his head back. 

The monster leaned over him and opened his mouth slowly, feeding his cum to the desperate male.

Jeongguk wanted until the man backed up before closing his mouth, lifting his head and swallowing it down greedily.

“More?” Jeongguk requested, eyes wide with a hint of darkness revealing lust hiding behind the glaze of two orgasms and being fucked dumb.

“There will be none left to take home with you if you eat much more,” 

Yet he still returned to his previous place between Jeongguk’s propped open thighs to suck out a final mouthful to spit into the humans’ mouth.

As Jeongguk swallowed it down, he was gently lowered to the floor and the tentacle in his ass slipped out slowly. He was allowed to at least suck it clean before it retreated and the monster’s crotch looked like any other human crotch with a soft dick where it should be. 

The two got themselves into a presentable state; dicks tucked away and clothes straightened. And well, Jeongguk’s makeup was smudged and he had glittering stains all over his shirt but he couldn’t do a thing about either of those so he just shrugged and didn’t even bother trying to clean up more.

It was clear he had been fucked and he wasn’t even going to try and hide it. Best fuck of his life.

“Can you walk?” The stranger asked, eyeing Jeongguk carefully, as if he was ready to jump forward and catch the human if he fell. How sweet. 

“Will you carry me if I say no?” Jeongguk suggested, partly cheeky, partly suggestive which only made the man laugh amusedly.

“Come on, your friends must be worried.” He offered his hand.

Jeongguk took it and pushed himself away from the wall. His legs felt like fucking jelly and his ass wet. 

Forget what he said earlier about the making out and handjob feeling like heaven, this was heaven for the human, utter bliss. 

He stopped in his steps and gave the stranger a cute pleading look. 

“You seriously want me to carry you?” 

“If it means you’ll take me home and fuck me full again, yes because I’m already leaking.” 

“Do you often fuck strangers in dirty alleys and then take them home?” 

“No but I’ll make a habit out of it if they all have tentacles.” 

“I definitely picked the right human.” He pulled the human closer only to pick him up and throw him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. 

“Luckily for both of us, I only live around the corner.” 

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"Can't you just leave me here this time?" He complained as you chained the cell he was inside shut. Despite what Hollywood says; werewolves cannot break through thick metal chains during moon hours, they've never been able to either. Though there was that one time Jeongguk snapped his steering wheel a couple of months ago in the midst of a traffic jam leading up to moon hours. But that was purely a mix of stress at the thought of potentially being caught outside once he lost his humanity and his big ol' veiny arms thanks to his daily gym sessions. (We won't go into how hot you found his strength at that moment because that's another story entirely with a different rating and subject matter).

"I'm not leaving you here all night alone." You scoffed settling in your usual beanbag opposite the barred door of his cell and pulling the blanket at your feet around you. "You're lucky you don't feel the cold as much, it's fucking freezing in here."

"You say that every month." He chuckled laying down on the futon with one bare arm behind his head.

"It's the truth. We pay all that money for this room and they can't even install a heating system? We've been robbed, Guk."

"Whatever you say, babe."

You just hummed through your pout and took a few moments to take in his naked muscled form on display for your eyes and your eyes only - it was actually so that he didn't wreck his clothes when the shift happened but you liked to pretend it was all for your viewing pleasure. "How you feeling?"

"Fine, got a while left yet." That had you perking up in your seat. Sensing your movement, Jeongguk looked over at you unimpressed. "No."

"What? I didn't say anything!"

"Every single month you complain about being cold and then ask me to warm you up." He deadpanned.

"As you should, you're my boyfriend." You huffed dramatically.

"We're not having sex this close to moon hours,"

"But..." The look he gave you made you slouch sulkily into your blanket. "It would be fine."

"I'm not risking it. If my timing is off and the moon rises while you're in here... I don't want to even think about what I'd do to you. I love you too much to risk your safety just to get my dick wet."

"I've never felt unsafe around you during moon hours."

"You've never been around me during moon hours without these bars between us." At least, that's what he thought.

*

You didn't need a window to know when the full moon was beginning to make its appearance, all you needed was Jeongguk's groan of displeasure and you knew.

You straightened up from slouching against the wall playing on your phone to peer over at where Jeongguk was curled up with his arms bracketing his head. As much as you knew he wasn't in any pain during the transformation, you knew he hated every second of it. For the first few minutes, he always without fail tried to fight the change and grasped at his humanity in his mind but it never worked. His animal counterpart always rose up, taking over his mind first before too ruling his body.

The change from beginning to end never took more than five minutes; once his wolf was in charge the physical changes happened almost in a blink of an eye.

"Jungoo!" You cooed flinging the blanket off of your body to crawl over and unlock the gate. A pair of amber eyes peered at you, unfocused at first due to the change but in moments recognition set in and you had a lapful of wolf. Well, lapful is a bit generous honestly.

At any other time, Jeongguk's wolf was a fully grown majestic creature with sleek deep brown verging on black fur. But during moon hours Jeongguk's wolf was...well...a puppy. A tiny little ball of fluffy chocolate brown and you were the only one that knew about it.

"Hey puppy," Your hands rubbed over the little wriggling form on your thighs, scratching and rubbing his tiny body while he yipped and panted excitedly at the attention. "Hm, what shall we do today?" He barked at you, an almost squeak of a sound that had you cackling. If Jeongguk knew what happened to him during moon hours he would never look you in the eye again, he'd be so embarrassed of the fact his most instinctual form was a baby, an adorable little wolf pup that never left your side even to eat. Though to be honest, pretty much all of your friends knew that he loved to be babied and looked after, especially by you and would always choose you over anyone else even before you started dating. So it wouldn't surprise anyone to find out but he sure as hell would never live it down.

Just like all other full moons since the first one with Jeongguk three years ago, you spent the whole time playing and cuddling with his ickle wolfie, and moon hours are the only time that phrase isn't a euphemism- he had begged you to stop calling his dick 'ickle wolfie' multiple times but you always refused.

Before you knew it, your alarm was going off telling you that the sun was due to rise at any moment. "Better get back in there, Jungoo." You sighed wiping the pizza crumbs off of his muzzle. He looked up at you and whined sensing what was coming. "I'll miss you too, little one but we'll be able to play again together before you know it." He made vaguely distressed crying sounds the whole time you carried him into the cell and placed him gently onto the futon. He tried to clamber back into your arms but you quickly backed away after pressing a kiss to his fluffy little head. "Stay still, Guk will never let me come with him again if he wakes outside of the cell." The pup watched you back out of the cell and lock the door before he ran over to the bars and yipped at you.

Jeongguk woke like he did every sunrise after moon hours, curled up against the bars with your hand stroking through his hair. He made a sort of grunting sound signalling he was back to his normal self and earned a hair ruffle in return that had him swatting your hand away. While he reorientated himself you got up and removed the lock and chain from the door to return it to its home on the wall.

A sudden exhale left his lungs when you plopped down onto his naked lap and cuddled up to his chest.

"Did you feed me pizza again?" He questioned after figuring out what the taste lingering on his tongue was.

"Puppy loves pizza."

"You love pizza." He chuckled finally wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you tight.

"And you love me which means puppy loves me therefore by default, puppy loves pizza."

"Really wish you'd stop calling my wolf a puppy."

"The cutest puppy ever."

"Whatever you say, babe." Jeongguk laughed and pressed a kiss to your head so you straightened up instead of leaning on his shoulder.

"So, I'm still cold." You grinned mischievously while wiggling your eyebrows suggestively at him.

"You feel pretty warm to me." He teased, sliding his hands underneath the t-shirt and hoody on your torso to touch the warm skin of your waist.

"I'd like to be a lot warmer. And naked. And attached to you by our genitals." Jeongguk burst into laughter at your wording, something beyond fond and loving in his eyes as he admired your serious expression.

"You say the weirdest shit, sweetheart."

"Hm, I do but it works for you. I can feel ickle wolfie rising his head to play!" You sniggered wiggling on his lap.

"Pavlovian response to sunrise after moon hours. You've trained me to be ready for sex. You never should've taken that psychology course with Joon-hyung."

"Shut up and get me naked, wolf boy."

"Yoongi, what...what is this?" You questioned prodding at the plastic packaging in your hands.

"Our costumes." Was his answer from where he stood in your bedroom doorway, shuffling his weight from foot to foot knowing that you were not impressed with him.

"This isn't what we agreed on,"

"Yeah well..." He trailed off not quite knowing what to say to defend his lack of foresight in the costume buying department.

"You forgot and got these on the way home, didn't you?" Just like that, his body slumped and his lips pursed into the pout you knew meant he was going to try and cutely whine his way out of his own problem. And you hated that pout because it was so hard to say no to.

"I meant to order the other ones but kept forgetting and when I remembered I couldn't find them anywhere so I was going to make them but didn't have the time; I have the supplies under the bed so you can't say I wasn't going to! Then next thing I knew Jin caught me on the way out of work to do his yearly speech of him and Joon are going to beat us at the couple costume competition tonight and yeah...it was between those or sexy plug and socket and honestly I would rather just go in normal clothes and give hyung the prize myself than make either of us wear that sorry excuse for a costume." He was off on a rant by that point, eyebrows scrunched together and lips even poutier and so adorable you couldn't resist. Yoongi was too busy in his speech on sexy electrical costumes to even notice that you were closer until your lips were on his ceasing his spiel.

"Why are you so cute, huh?" You cooed upon pulling back far enough to look into his surprised gaze.

"Uh, not the response I expected." Was his response, earning a giggle from you. "So uhm yeah, it's still a couple costume." He murmured a little distractedly as he placed his hand over the two packaged outfits in your hand. "I'll be this one and you that."

"Okay fine, we can still win with this, right?"

"Yeah, Jin-hyung always chooses either some obscure anime characters or a pun that no-one understands, for him and Joonie."

"We got this."

*

When you arrived at the party hand in hand with Yoongi you saw Seokjin and Namjoon across the garden dressed as...something...honestly you couldn't even make a vaguely intelligent guess at what exactly the couple were supposed to me; something with beads and an obnoxious amount of purple feathers. Even though you had expected pretty much exactly that from Seokjin you still felt yourself relax the tiny amount of tension in your shoulders from the thought of not taking home the prize as you and Yoongi had for the past four years since Hoseok started hosting the annual party.

"Are you a stapler and stack of paper?" Jimin questioned as the pair of you approached the drink table where the pink-haired fairy was hanging around to talk to people; Jimin was always seen at the drinks table even if he wasn't drinking purely because he knew people would always be coming and going so he had plenty of chances to make new friends and charm the fishnet stockings off of someone for the night.

"Yes," You confirmed, not really wanting to elaborate and instead focused on pouring drinks out for you and your stack of paper partner.

"Not that you're not cute or anything because you two are the cutest couple and always will be, I voted for you before you even arrived; but like, why? Your costumes are usually really...not this."

"Because she holds me together," Yoongi replied easily as if it had always been the genuine reason for you to be the stapler to his paper that evening, not his incredible ability to forget the one thing you planned literally months ahead of time.

"That was cute, now I want to vote for you." You looked over your shoulder to find Namjoon waiting with the two men behind you, two empty plastic cups in his hands so you held your hands out in a silent offer that he accepted wit a smile. "Don't tell Jin I said that though, he'll do something petty to get back at me and I love him and all but I do not want to not get my dick sucked just because I assisted the enemy."

"Hyung is so dramatic," Jimin giggled. "I love it."

"Mm, try getting vaguely threatening messages from him for the past month in an attempt at getting us to throw the competition." Yoongi snorted.

"Ah, that's why he stopped messaging me, he found out you had to buy them!" You realised with a laugh and capped the bottle in your hand so that you could return Namjoon's then full cups to him then gather your own while Yoongi picked up his with a gentle kiss to your jaw in passing.

"He takes this way too seriously."

"What exactly are you two even supposed to be?" Jimin enquired, tilting his head curiously as he eyed the feathered male from head to toe then back again.

"I have no fucking idea." Namjoon deadpanned before nodding to the three of you and turning to return to his partner's side.

"Poor Joonie," Jimin hummed before giggling which you and Yoongi quickly joined in with. Namjoon dealt with a lot from his boyfriend and his eccentric and shameless ways but they were such a perfect match that you knew Namjoon would never even attempt to change a single thing about Seokjin. They were cute- you could admit that-, even if their Halloween costumes always sucked.

"We should go get our picture taken for the vote table," Yoongi pointed out.

"Most people here already know who you two are," Jimin laughed but you and Yoongi were already heading across the garden to the table beside the temporary stage at the bottom of the garden.

"Just in time!" Jeongguk beamed from where he was perched on his comfortable lawn chair beside the table, camera hanging around his neck ready to take portraits against the spooky backdrop just to the side for whoever wanted the service, for a fee of course. "It's almost time to close the sign up for the competitions," He got to his feet and got into position while you and Yoongi stood ready for your photo to be taken by the cape clad male; vampire again and the only reason Jeongguk had that costume in the first place was that Hoseok said he couldn't work at his party if he didn't dress up. Though the way the seams across his biceps stretched in protest you guessed Jeongguk would have to finally buy a new costume for the following year or quit the gym.

"Many people this year?" You asked once your photos were taken and the best one was being sent to the portable printer on the table to pin on the board showcasing the contestants.

"Not really for the couple one, everyone knows you two win so the only person that really tries to beat you is Jin-hyung. But the individual comp has a lot of entries. Mostly girls hoping to win a date with Hoseokie-hyung." Jeongguk informed with a giggle while pinning your photo on the couples competition board.

"Wait, what?" Yoongi replied. "Hobi is putting himself up as grand prize?"

"Didn't you see the poll he made on Twitter last week? He added a date with him as a joke but it won so he stuck with it. There's also the usual gift hamper prize too so the winner can pick what they'd prefer."

"I hope someone nice wins and Hoseokie gets a kind girlfriend out of it." You commented and they both hummed in agreement.

"Gukkie! Picture please!" Someone you couldn't recall the name of but were certain had been at Jeongguk's birthday party called so you and Yoongi left the photographer to his work and went off to mingle and talk to friends and strangers alike.

*

At midnight Hoseok got up on stage to announce the competition winners. To his own surprise, Taehyung won the individual competition; he hadn't even applied but from the way Jeongguk was hollering from the side you deduced the vampire had pinned his best friend's picture up all the same. It was a good costume; Taehyung was Van Gogh's ghost and had spent the night flitting around with body paints in his hands painting tributes to his favourite artist on the skin of whoever would let him. You yourself had the most famous starry night on your neck and Yoongi was too ticklish to allow the brushes near his sensitive skin.

"Congrats Tae!" Hoseok cooed, pushing back the crown that was slipping down his head yet again so that he could beam at Taehyung as the younger stepped up to collect his prize. "Come get the hamper before you leave tomorrow, yeah?"

"What if I want the date?" He challenged. The crowd "ooh"ed. Hoseok flailed.

"Did not take that into consideration," Yoongi admitted lowly by your side.

"Me either. Has Seok ever been into guys?"

"No, well, not that he's told me,"

"Do you think he could be?"

"I mean, it's Tae, I think everyone's at least a little gay for Tae."

"We know you are." You sniggered and he whined. "What? It's cute."

"Will you ever let me live that down? It was before we even met, babe."

"I can never forget that, babe."

Your teasing bickering distracted from the spectacle on stage long enough for Taehyung to leave with a promise from the host to talk later. Hoseok had even moved onto the couple's competition. That man sure worked fast when he wanted to remove the focus from his flushed features.

"Oh, no surprise here, Y/N and Yoongi!" He called into the microphone causing you both to look forward to the stage with wide eyes having been caught off guard. "Come on you two!" So you both waddled up onto the stage and accepted the winner badges Hoseok pinned to your costumes. "You know what to do about your prize," He joked waving you both off.

"What if we want a date with you too, huh?" You cooed. Hoseok yelled while you skittered off stage after Yoongi who could only smile fondly at your antics.

"Hey! Don't try and steal my date!" Taehyung exclaimed from beside the stage making you laugh before you fell into conversation with him and gained another masterpiece on your skin; this time on the back of your hand.

3 am the next morning you flopped into bed beside Yoongi, both freshly clean of the night's sweat and body paints. "I swear we get home later every year," Yoongi grumbled, already closing his eyes ready to greet sleep with open arms.

"That's because every year he comes up with new games to play and neither of us can so no to that shithead and he knows it." You yawned, head resting on his shoulder and leg laying over his own. He hummed in agreement. "What you said earlier to Jimin about our costumes, was that some of your spur of the moment bullshit or did you think of it when you picked them?"

"Hm? What did I say?"

"That I was the stapler and you paper because I hold you together."

"Oh, yeah, that. It's the truth, you do hold me together, always have. I don't want to even think about the mess I'd be right now if I never met you."

"Huh, maybe next year I should be superglue," You joked tilting your head to grin up at him. He felt your movement so opened his eyes to meet your gaze with a soft smile.

"And I'll be the broken toy that only you have the strength to fix."

"You're not broken."

"Not anymore, you fixed me." You lifted up just enough to press a soft, loving kiss to his lips.

"We did it together; like we do everything else. And we'll keep working like this for a long time, okay?"

"You and me together forever. Cliche but I can live with that."

"Let's get some sleep, I have a feeling we'll have Seok around tomorrow panicking that he agreed to go on a date tonight with Taehyung."

"Ugh, can't I not be here for that?" He groaned rolling over to wrap his limbs around you and bury his face into your neck making you giggle at the cute actions.

"No, we literally just talked about this, Yoonie."

"Mm," He inhaled your clean soft scent deeply before exhaling and leaning back to look at you. "Together?"

⦁ Okay so we start the story at the castle where the yearly ball is held to celebrate another year under King Kim Seokjin's reign ⦁ Speaking of the King ⦁ He's standing on his chair at the head table as music plays and guests dance and talk ⦁ And he's telling jokes ⦁ People are laughing in that painful way where they don't find the joke funny but don't know what else to do ⦁ I mean, you'd laugh too if your ruler is playing comedian ⦁ "Your Majesty, I believe you've graced us with enough of your jokes now"- Advisor to the King, Min Yoongi or as he's more commonly known; The King's babysitter. ⦁ "Nonsense, Yoongi-chi! I have plenty of jokes left! I can go all night!" ⦁ Somehow, he failed to notice the despair in his subjects eyes. ⦁ Fast forward to the next day where Yoongi is lecturing Seokjin yet again about how a king should act ⦁ "I'm the King, I think only I can judge how the King of my country should act" The childlike pout and sulkily folded arms over the slumped torso of the king is prime example of how Yoongi got his nickname. ⦁ "Nobody takes you seriously, Seokjin. I'm surprised the people haven't started an uprising to dethrone you yet. You act like a child." ⦁ "My people would never! They love me!" ⦁ "As a court jester, sure, a competent ruler however? Not so much." ⦁ "Oh you'll see, this country would fall apart without me!" Followed by a dramatic exit from the advisor's office leaving poor Yoongi with yet another headache and stacks of work to do on the King's behalf. ⦁ That night Seokjin sneaks out of the castle with a plan to prove his point ⦁ He's determined to prove to Yoongi that the country needs him as King and that by the next evening, everything will have fallen to shit ⦁ Except the next day passes and the castle still stands ⦁ Seokjin watches from a little cottage on a nearby hill with his eye pressed to the smaller end of the telescope. ⦁ "A-are you going to return now, Your Majesty?" Poor innocent Namjoon never imagined he'd get dragged into anything even remotely regarding the Royal family. ⦁ Namjoon had always been happy on the outskirts, far enough from the general population to not be bothered but still close enough that he could bike into town to gather provisions whenever he needed to. ⦁ He lived a simple happy life out there on his little hill with the wild flowers and books he pressed them into to make into bookmarks and jewellery that he sold at the market once a month ⦁ And then before the sun had even arisen that morning King Kim Seokjin stumbled out of the nearby woods and onto his porch. ⦁ He hadn't left since ⦁ "Not until they beg," ⦁ Namjoon sighed for he knew the last thing anyone would do was beg to have Kim Seokjin back in charge ⦁ So suddenly Namjoon's life was no longer simple and quiet but full of a sulking royal taking up his own bed and lounging on his favourite arm chair by the window to squint out across the green green grass at the castle ⦁ "I saw another guard today," Namjoon had just returned from his daily ride through the woods. ⦁ "What did they say?" ⦁ "Well, they're not exactly going out of their way to look for you," He admitted and the king groaned, throwing his arms up dramatically before muttering to himself grumpily in a way Namjoon was certain would've been a hex if only magic was real ⦁ Three weeks passed before Seokjin realised his plan was failing and the castle was thriving without him ⦁ In his absence Yoongi had been making all the decisions and the country was honestly better for it ⦁ But of course, if King Seokjin is one thing, it's a stubborn dumbass ⦁ "New plan, Namjoonie," ⦁ "Do I have a say?" ⦁ "Not in the slightest." ⦁ Which is how that very same afternoon Namjoon found himself standing infront of Yoongi on the opposite side of his large wooden desk in his office ⦁ "Ransom?" Yoongi questioned after reading the note previously handed to him that the advisor instantly knew was written by the king ⦁ "Uh, yes, ransom." An awkward shuffle. ⦁ "You're telling me you've had the King in your home for the past three weeks and now demand to be paid to return him?" ⦁ "Yep, that-that's what the note says." ⦁ "You know I was raised with Seokjin, right? I know how handwriting almost as well as my own?" ⦁ Namjoon only gave a sheepish grin. ⦁ And then Yoongi turned and tossed the note into the fireplace behind him before getting up and crossing his study to uncover the safe hidden behind an end table ⦁ A large sack of coins was soon in Namjoon's hands. ⦁ "Here," ⦁ "This...this feels like a lot." ⦁ "Mmh, at least double what you asked. You'll need the compensation for dealing with his shit." ⦁ "Uhm, excuse me, what?" ⦁ "Keep him, if he's gone for a day longer the council agreed to hand the title of King to me. Let's all be honest right now, he's a shit King." ⦁ "I mean, I can't argue that," ⦁ "So, keep him until tomorrow and then tell him he's no longer King and if he returns he'll have to work for me." ⦁ "Can't you tell him?" ⦁ One note handwritten by Yoongi later and Namjoon was plodding back home with his messenger bag weighed down with shiny coins. ⦁ He made sure to take the longe route home just so he didn't have to try to keep the secret from his uninvited guest for quite as long ⦁ And then it was almost midnight and he was stepping into his cosy little cottage ⦁ Seokjin was already asleep in the armchair ⦁ Namjoon spent the night in his own bed for the first time in three weeks ⦁ The next morning he gave Seokjin the note ⦁ He expected the elder to yell at him for hiding it ⦁ He expected Seokjin to scream and do more of his posessed mutterings and curse the whole town ⦁ But the no longer King simply plucked a few pieces of gold from the sack and opened the front door ⦁ "Where are you going?" ⦁ "Does it matter? It's all downhill from here," And then he was gripping the doorframe for support as tears rolled down his cheeks and laughter hurt his lungs "Get it?! Because we're on a hill!" ⦁ It was the first time Namjoon had heard one of Seokjin's infamous jokes in person ⦁ And honestly, he laughed ⦁ Seokjin turned to him with a warmth in his chest that he had never felt before ⦁ "You laughed, at my joke. A real laugh, not the fake ones to keep me happy." ⦁ "It was funny," ⦁ The door closed and Seokjin marched across the wooden floor to throw his arms around the kind younger man's shoulders ⦁ "Uhm, Seokjin-ssi?" ⦁ "Hyung, call me hyung," ⦁ "Oh...okay, hyung." Namjoon's arms wrapped around Seokjin's waist ⦁ For the first time in his life, Namjoon thought that having another person so close wouldn't be so bad. ⦁ So Seokjin officially moved in ⦁ He collected a few of his belongings from the castle and made Yoongi promise to visit and invite both him and Namjoon to all the parties ⦁ Namjoon taught Seokjin about the flowers and how to make various things to sell at market and improve their home ⦁ Seokjin didn't have the best skill but he had a lot of creative ideas ⦁ Soon enough their crafts were the talk of the town and not long after the country ⦁ Even though they had plenty of money to spare they stilled stayed in their modest little one bedroom tucked up close together every night with love in their eyes and swelling their chests together ⦁ And they just knew that they would have a long and happy life together right there where it all started in their little cottage up on the hill

[Author’s note]

This was supposed to be just a quick lil bulletpoint au based on the prompt;

“You kidnap the King of a large country and hold him for ransom. You are shocked when you received twice what you asked for from them with a single note reading: ‘Twice the amount to make sure he never comes back’ ”

But I got more into the idea as I wrote so yeah, more detailed than it should’ve been oops lol sorry I keep playing with the idea of making it into an actual fully written story but im not sure Let me know if you think I should and maybe it could be a whole series and we can have new King Yoongi hire an advisor, mayhaps a certin little Jiminie ;) But that’s getting ahead of myself (guard Hoseok and Jungkook NO! swordsmith jk with the muscles and sweat ehehhe. Namjoon’s florist friend tae who is lowkey in love with the town swordsmith but too shy to talk to him. Little does he know the swordsmith has a weakness for cute boys that sell pretty flowers for a living.)

The months following the best threesome of Jimin’s life only got better as more time passed in the apartment across the hall. It wasn’t just you that Jimin had grown close to, it was Taehyung too and you loved how close they were, it led to a very interesting though disastrous four-way that resulted in a black eye for you when the jealous fourth partner wanted to get into the centre of the three of you but only resulted in pushing you off the bed to land face first against the bedside table. Needless to say, your best friends jumped straight to your side and let’s just say, the fourth member left with a limp that was not from your boys’ incredible dick game.

This was only last night yet you return home from a very long shift to find a tie on your doorknob.

“Are you serious?” You whined dropping your head against the door with a thump only to immediately whimper and pull back. The bruising around your eye was pretty bad and travelled over your left eyebrow leaving your whole eye swollen and not at all pretty to look at. You had been banned from helping out with any of the kids at the hospital just in case you made them uneasy. It was a valid point.

“Oh! Noona!” You turned your head upon hearing Jungkook’s steps to find him approaching from the stairs. Clearly, he had been grocery shopping if the bags he was holding were anything to go by, at least he had been holding them but as soon as he saw your badly bruised features he dropped them all to sprint over and cup your face gently, concern thick in his eyes as he examined the damage.

“What happened?!” He shrieked but before you could explain, his expression turned dark and his jaw clenched. Maybe your thighs quivered a little at the sight. Maybe. No-one can prove anything. Except for anyone with eyes because it was pretty fucking obvious your thighs shook.

“Who did this? I’ll fucking kill them.”

“Fuck Kook, warn a girl before you get all badass and protective like that.” You breathed, one hand on your chest over your thumping heart. Still as weak for Jungkook as ever. Actually, that’s a lie, you were more gone for Jungkook than before. Growing close to Jimin meant spending a lot of time in his apartment consequently also getting closer to your hot neighbour.

“I’m being serious, Y/N.” He warned, voice stern.

“I know,” You smiled fondly and placed your hands over his to pull them down between your bodies yet not letting go. “This was an accident and it’s been dealt with already, Tae and Minnie got him good.”

“Wait, this was from the guy that you were all with last night?” You nodded and somehow, Jungkook grew angrier. “As if I didn’t hate him enough.”

“You never met him, he was a random guy from the club-”

“I saw him all over you, he touched you too much.”

“I wanted to be touched.”

“By some random guy. He could’ve been a psycho! He hurt you this bad by accident, imagine if he was trying to!”

“Okay, back the fuck up right now.” You dropped his hands and his eyes lowered to watch your body move away from his, his lips pulling down into a sad frown.

“Why are you being like this? We’ve picked up plenty of people and you’ve never said a word about it. If you were so concerned you should’ve said something at the club before we took him home, Jungkook.” He flinched as you spoke his name, a sign you were indeed not happy. Since becoming better friends, you always used a nickname, never Jungkook.

“I-I didn’t want to cross any lines. I thought you might get mad at me.”

“Then what’s the difference now, hm?”

“You’re hurt, I can see it and it fucking kills me to see you like this, you don’t deserve to feel any pain, especially not from some greasy piece of shit from a sleazy club that should’ve never gone home with you in the first place.”

“Is that what this is? You’re jealous?” His eyes widened at your accusation. A completely accurate accusation but he didn’t want you to know that.

“W-what?! Jealous?! Why would I be?!” He scoffed. “I have girls and guys all over me all the time, I’m not even into guys but they still beg for my dick! I have no reason to be jealous!”

“So you don’t want to fuck me?”

“No.” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. A humourless laugh left your lips, your hand running through your hair as you bent down to pick up your bag from the floor where you had dropped it upon realising Taehyung was busy in the apartment and did not want to be disturbed.

“Is Jimin in?”

“He’s with Taehyung.” You looked at your door forlornly, you could really do with a cuddle from a least one of your best friends but no way were you going to interrupt them- you were waiting for them to start dating like they both desperately wanted and sex that didn’t involve you was a step closer.

“Well, I’m commandeering his bed, open the door.” You motioned to his apartment lazily. Jungkook studied you for a few seconds, far from oblivious to your mood change but didn’t want to push you for an explanation, always too worried he’d make you quit your friendship.

As soon as he had unlocked the door to his apartment, you walked inside, placing your shoes in the spot they always went in before heading straight to Jimin’s bedroom and shutting the door closed firmly behind you.

Jungkook sighed heavily and gathered the groceries back into the bags before taking them into the kitchen, mind full of what the hell he could do to make it up to you.

***

Weeks passed and you hadn’t been the same with Jungkook since, no more teasing remarks, no more suggestive comments to see him blush, you hardly treated him as a friend anymore and everyone noticed.

“Okay so going to tell me what’s up?” Namjoon asked at the monthly movie marathon, a new tradition in which Jimin and Jungkook’s group of six plus yourself and Taehyung met at Seokjin and Namjoon’s house to spend the whole day eating junk food, watching films and just enjoying the rare chance you got to all meetup. It was the one day you all made certain to keep clear on your calendars.

“What?” You asked confusedly before shoving a handful of mini pretzel sticks into your mouth.

“Why are you being a bitch to Kook, is what he means.” Yoongi clarified.

“He was being a dick about me hooking up with guys, this was the day after the four-way-”

“That guy still doesn’t walk the same,” Seokjin commented as he walked past where the three of you were crowded around one corner of the large dining table for reasons unknown to literally everyone including yourselves. “You’re lucky he didn’t try to press charges.” Then he was gone, off to do whatever he did during movie breaks, you suspected he worked despite the work ban on the day in an attempt to catch up on paperwork- the life of a police officer was hard.

“Must be nice having a hot cop for a boyfriend.” You hummed sighing longingly.

“I suspect you want a hot soon-to-be-director for your boyfriend,” Namjoon replied.

“You suspect? You know just because Jin lets you handcuff him during roleplay it doesn’t mean you’re a cop, Joonie.”

“Valid point though.” Yoongi murmured, the majority of his attention on trying to open a bag of sour worms in vain.

“Whose, mine or hers?” Namjoon queried.

“Both.” Yoongi groaned in frustration and gave up with the bag, tipping his head back to shout “Kook! Get your muscle pig ass here now and open these fucking worms!”

Jungkook appeared only a handful of seconds later, always willing to help out anyone if it involved showing off his strength.

Instantly Jungkook gripped the packet and pulled only for the bag to tear open and the little sugar coated sweets to fly out all over the place.

“Fucking choke me.” You muttered, having watched Jungkook’s muscles flex despite the effort clearly being so small.

Jungkook was the one that actually choked, the sweet he had just shoved into his mouth lodging in his throat.

“Oh fuck.” You jumped up to move to him. “Can I touch you?” You asked because despite being friends, your training kicked in and told you to ask permission first to prevent the risk of accusation of touching someone without consent even if it was an attempt to save their life. Some people just thrive off of doing whatever they can to get money, even suing medical professionals that helped them.

Jungkook nodded, hands clasped to his throat as he tried to force the food from his throat. It only took three firm impacts from your hand between his shoulder blades to dislodge the sweet, sending it flying onto the table.

“Are you okay?” You immediately asked, relocating to stand in front of him and hold his face so he would look at you instead of hanging his head. He nodded, trying to suck in breaths, large hands folding over yours. No-one said anything while Jungkook closed his eyes and focused on getting his breath back to normal. Actually, Yoongi and Namjoon scrambled out of the room as soon as Jungkook’s eyes closed, leaving you alone with the guy seeing as he still held your hands to his face.

“Didn’t know you have a choking kink.” Were the first words he spoke hoarsely, eyes fluttering open to look at you.

“I don’t, well...I’ve never tried it, at least not being choked, Jimin likes being choked sometimes.” You admitted, eyes flickering away from his gaze awkwardly, wanting nothing more than to leave the situation and room.

“Right yeah, you guys.” Jungkook dropped his hands letting you take your own hands back. “I never expected that to go on that long, he’s gay but he fucks you a lot.”

“Technically, he’s never fucked me.” You stated. Jungkook gave you a disbelieving look, arms folding tight across his broad chest. “The only part of me any of him has been inside is my mouth.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You should, it’s the truth-”

“You seriously expect me to believe he doesn’t fuck you when he has the chance to?”

“You had the chance and didn’t.” Jungkook’s mouth open and closed comically like a flustered fish.

“What?!” He finally managed to shriek just when you were about to step out of the open door into the hallway where you didn’t doubt at least one of the nosey little shits were eavesdropping. “Noona!” He called desperately so you sighed and turned back around to face him.

“Yes, Jungkook?” He whined, physically whined then and your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “What’s that for?”

“What happened to Kookie?” You just stared, trying to come up with a way to say you were trying to get over him by distancing yourself without actually confessing your feelings and embarrassing yourself. “No wait, don’t distract me” Still, you didn’t respond because honestly, how fucking could you? “When did I have the chance?”

“What?”

“You said I had the chance and didn’t take it.”

“I literally asked if you wanted to fuck me, you said no as if it was the most ridiculous thing ever.” He baulked as if you had sprouted tentacles and asked to check his prostate with one of the slime slicked things.

“What?!” He was back to shrieking and you winced at the sheer pitch. Who knew Jungkook could screech that high? “That-you-that! Ridiculous! I wouldn’t!”

“Yeah thanks, I got that the first time.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning back around. You had only managed to get out of the room- to find all six of your friends huddled only a few feet from the kitchen entrance suddenly flailing to act like they hadn’t been spying- when a strong arm around your waist pulled you back into the kitchen. Your back hit the door once it closed and Jungkook loomed over you, looking intimidating for all of two seconds before he whined and slumped down into himself.

“Can you stop walking away when I’m trying to have a conversation with you?”

“I don’t appreciate being manhandled outside of sex.” You stated bluntly. He blinked a few times before he straightened up and composed himself.

“You never offered to have sex with me.”

“We were outside our apartments, Tae and Minnie had sexiled me, you got all stupid because of the bruise and I asked right then if you wanted to fuck me.”

“Yeah…” He mumbled a look of disbelief smothering his features rapidly. “I...I didn’t know you were offering.”

“What, you thought I was just randomly asking?”

“I thought you were going to take the piss that I want you but can’t have you and my gay best friend can and has many times.”

“So you did want to fuck me?” He nodded. “You fucking idiot!” You reached out to slap his wonderfully firm chest and so what if your hand lingered a little too long to not be classed as copping a feel.

“Ow! Noona!”

“Why didn’t you just admit it?! We could’ve been fucking that same night but no you had to lie to my face and fucking crush me.”

“We could’ve?” His eyes widened but before you could respond he was talking again. “Wait, what do you mean crush you? How did I crush you?”

“You think you’re the only one here that’s been wanting to fuck the other?”

“You want to fuck me?” You nodded. “Since when?”

“Since I first saw you.”

“Oh fuck.” He stepped closer to you while lifting his hands as if to touch your face but quickly dropped them and stepped back into his original spot, an anxious look on his face as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“What is it, baby?” He groaned and whimpered, fingers flexing at his sides as if aching to reach out to you.

“I want to touch you.” He admitted.

“Then why aren’t you?” Another whine left his throat. “I’m giving you permission, baby.”

“Stop it noona.” He bounced on his feet slightly like a sulking child. “I can’t touch you if I can’t fuck you.”

“What makes you think you can’t?”

“I mean right now. If I touch you right now, I’ll want to fuck you right now.”

“I stick with my previous words, what makes you think you can’t?” Jungkook’s eyes widened with excitement, lust shining brightly but just as he was about to move over to you, the door flew open and an unimpressed Seokjin stood there staring you both down.

“You are not fucking in my kitchen.” He stated. Jungkook flushed and flailed, trying to act innocent and deny it.

“Like much worse hasn’t been done in here, I know Joon likes being bent over tables and counters and edged.” You scoffed reaching out to grab Jungkook’s hand in your own. The back of Seokjin’s neck and tips of his ears burned red as you passed him with a wink.

“You’re not ditching movie night to fuck,” Yoongi ordered.

“We’re finally watching Black Panther,” Namjoon whined. “Don’t ruin this for us guys.”

“If you leave now I’m telling Y/N about your drunken confession last week,” Jimin announced, smiling sweetly at Jungkook who pretty much sprinted to the living room to sit down obediently.

“What? Now you have to tell me.” You begged, grasping Jimin’s arm as you followed him into the living room.

“After the movie, darling.” He kissed your pouting lip and Hoseok gasped dramatically from where he had just entered the room.

“Ohmygod! I never thought I’d see Jimin kiss a girl!” He announced running over to grip your shoulders. “I need to know honestly, do you have a dick, Y/N?”

“No.” You laughed. “Not a real one anyway, plenty of toys.”

“Can we just watch the movie already?” Jungkook asked impatiently. “Look, I’m sat down waiting.”

“Calm down, baby,” you cooed opting to sit on his lap sideways so your back pressed against the armrest and your left shoulder connected to his right shoulder. “I’ve seen this already so I have other ideas in mind.” Jungkook’s eyebrows lifted curiously but you simply winked and shuffled down slightly to rest your head on his shoulder ready for the next few hours to pass on Jungkook’s lap.

You allowed a good half an hour to pass so everyone would get into the movie and Jimin would stop side-eyeing you suspiciously before starting your plan. You shuffled slightly to get in a better position but waited for another few minutes seeing as your feet were in Hoseok’s lap and he glanced your way at your movement.

When you were certain Hoseok’s attention was entirely on the movie you snuck a hand into the small space between your body and Jungkook’s to tease your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. You felt his stomach suck in for a moment with his sudden inhale of breath but he relaxed again so you took the chance to run your hand over his abs appreciatively.

As per every single movie day, Jungkook wore sweatpants so slipping your hand from his stomach to rest atop his boxers was pretty easy, no pesky zip sounding off. Jungkook hissed softly, surprised at your bold actions and already getting hard under your palm that stroked him.

“Going to be a good boy for me?” You muttered lowly into his ear, tongue edging out to flick at his earlobe. He nodded without hesitation, hands tightening to hold you where you sat as if he was telling you he was ready for whatever you had in mind.

“That’s my baby.” You cooed lowering your head slightly to nip and suck the crook of his neck with every intention of marking his pretty skin.

It wasn’t long before you learned that Jungkook certainly rivalled Taehyung in the size department and your core throbbed at the thought of him stretching you deliciously.

He was trying to control his breathing to prevent the others realising you had your hand down his pants but the second your hand moved into his boxers to wrap a hand around his bare cock he let out a quiet breathy moan that usually would’ve been covered up by the movie but it just so happened that Namjoon had paused the movie at that moment so that he could go to the bathroom.

All eyes turned to the pair of you and you hid your face into Jungkook’s neck so you didn’t burst into laughter, hand still holding his erection.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Hoseok shrieked jumping up off of the couch. “I’m sat right next to you!”

“Y/N, off, come sit here,” Seokjin demanded, pointing to the floor by his feet. You glanced at him with a pout. “No, come on, you can’t sit with Kookie if you’re going to misbehave.”

“Kookie likes it.” You announced innocently. Jungkook whined embarrassedly. “So does Tae.” Eyes turned to Taehyung who was sat on the love seat with Jimin, knees spread and a suspicious bulge in his trousers.

“Kim Taehyung!” Seokjin scolded. “You knew what was happening and didn’t stop it?!”

“He’s very into voyeurism.” You stated plainly.

“And you’re an exhibitionist, that’s why we’re soulmates,” Taehyung replied and you both grinned.

“Sometimes I wonder if it was wise bringing them into the group,” Namjoon mumbled.

“Shut up, you used to love this.” You scoffed. Namjoon’s cheeks burned.

“You fucked them too?!” Jungkook shrieked. “Hyung!”

“What?! I didn’t know you liked Y/N then!” Namjoon whined. “I didn’t do anything wrong, everyone stop looking at me like that, I just wanted to get up to pee.” As if he had reminded himself of his bladder’s capacity he got up and rushed to the bathroom.

“Making your way through the group, Y/N?” Yoongi joked.

“I’ve got the one I wanted, finally.” You announced patting Jungkook’s chest after pulling your hand from his boxers.

“That’s cute, even if I can see the kid’s cum on your hand.” Jungkook made a noise like a dying whale. You just giggled.

***

Much to your dismay, Seokjin did make you move from Jungkook’s lap but at least he allowed you to sit on his own lap for cuddles and didn’t make you sit on the floor for the rest of the evening.

Once the evening was over you all went your separate ways which resulted in the four of you winding up outside of your apartments in the hall.

“Come on, you said you’d tell me.” You reminded, hands tight on Jimin’s jacket so that he couldn’t leave you to join Taehyung in your apartment where your best friend was waiting just inside the door.

Jungkook was stood directly behind you trying to pry your hands off of Jimin while simultaneously begging Jimin not to spill his drunken confession to you.

“Hyung no,” Jungkook begged. “I’ll do your washing for the rest of the month.”

“Washing? Please, I’ll suck your dick while Tae eats you out.” Jimin’s eyes widened with interest.

“What?!” Jungkook squealed. “No! Noona! You can’t!”

“Why not?” You looked over at Jungkook with raised eyebrows. He blushed and looked down shyly.

“Because...I want you to be mine.”

“What?” You choked on your spit. Taehyung giggled and yanked Jimin into your home while you were distracted. The door slammed shut and you didn’t even care, just turned to look up at Jungkook. “Baby?”

“Noona I...I don’t just want to fuck you. I like you, a lot. I want a relationship with you.”

“Like a couple? Like you want to be my boyfriend?” He nodded, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. You smiled widely and held his face to press a soft kiss to his lips. He gasped as your lips touched his. “I’d like that, babyboy.”

“Really?” You nodded. The most precious smile you had ever had the pleasure of witnessing spread his pretty features. Jungkook’s gaze dropped to your lips seconds before he kissed you sweetly, smiles on both of your faces and more teeth than desirable in the kiss due to it but neither of you cared.

“Can we go inside now?” He asked with arms wrapped around your waist. You nodded while removing your hands from him so that the two of you could do as he asked but he pulled your body close to his while lowering his body slightly to pick you up. You shrieked in surprise and wound your limbs around his body, taking in his cheeky grin.

To the surprise of literally everyone that had ever or will ever know you, the two of you didn’t fall into his bed with the intention of fucking that night. You were both too focused on your new relationship and sweet, giggly kisses with arms around each other to even begin to think about what you both wanted earlier that day.

It was an hour after crawling into bed both in Jungkook’s pj’s and cuddling up together that the inevitable happened though.

“What did you confess to Jimin?” You asked once the previous conversation reached its natural end. Jungkook groaned at the topic. “No come on, tell me.”

“It’s weird.”

“Then it matches you fine.” You shuffled up to look down at him where he laid on his back to find him glaring at you unimpressed. A quick peck to his full bottom lip soothed him instantly.

“Come on, babyboy.”

“Ugh, don’t look at me when I say it.” He gave in and of course, you did absolutely nothing to follow his words. With a roll of his eyes, he pulled his body out from partially underneath your own to turn onto his side. You immediately cuddled up to his back, pressing your chest tight to him and nuzzling your nose into the back of his neck lightly.

“Tell me.” You encouraged in a soft tone.

“I bought a dildo.” You froze in your nuzzling to lean back slightly.

“Really?” He nodded. “Have you used it?” He hesitated but nodded again. Excitement and arousal curled in your stomach. “Did you like it, baby?”

Another pause and then a quiet “yeah”

“Will you show me?”

“The toy?”

“Hm yeah but I’m more interested in watching you use it.” He whined softly, curling up a little and you couldn’t tell what exactly that meant. You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and his body shivered in your arms. “Baby? Will you show noona how her babyboy likes to be fucked?” A choked little moan left his throat and you smirked. Oh, he definitely liked what was going on, a lot. “Show noona how you like it, show noona how good you’ll be for me when I fuck you, huh, babyboy?” Your left hand smoothed around his waist as you spoke until it was inside his t-shirt and travelling up over his torso. “Want to cum for noona, huh?” He keened when your finger flicked over his nipple. “Sensitive little boy, are you?”

“N-noon-noona,” He whimpered as you played with the little bud, rolling it between your fingers before pinching making his body jerk. “Wanna cum for you.” He breathed out. A shiver ran through your body.

“Where do you keep it, baby?”

“Under bed,” You pulled away after pressing another kiss to his nape to roll off of the bed and kneel on the floor to look underneath the bed.

Jungkook turned onto his back and shuffled up to sit against the headrest, fingers fiddling with the string of his shorts and oh so tempted to play with his already hard length.

He watched as you climbed back onto the bed, a box with the toy, bottles of lube and condoms in your hands.

“Do you use it with a condom?” You asked curiously while taking the toy out from the box to inspect it. It was just a simple deep blue five-inch silicone dildo that didn’t actually resemble a real penis.

“Yeah, makes cleaning easier.” He admitted in a quiet little voice.

“Very true.” You hummed in agreement before putting the toy down. “How do you start baby? I assume you take your clothes off?” He nodded. “Want noona’s help with that part at least?” He sucked in his bottom lip shyly and nodded, biting back his smile when you climbed onto his lap. Your lips met as his hands came down to rest on your hips.

Clearly, Jungkook was nervous and shy about the entire situation, it was still relatively new to him, having something anything near his backside so showing someone, his brand new girlfriend at that, made him tenser than you would’ve liked. Slow, sensual kisses as you helped him remove his clothing helped though, a hell of a lot. Along with rotating your crotch down onto his in long drawn out motions also played a part.

It took a while due to the speed you chose to work at but eventually, Jungkook was entirely naked and you kneeled between his spread legs as he settled into the nest of pillows you made for him against the headboard.

“You okay baby?” You asked softly, running your hands of his thick thighs and doing your best not to gawp at his naked body so you didn’t ruin the atmosphere. It was all about him, you couldn’t start thinking with your vagina, it’d ruin everything you had spent ages working up to.

“Y-yeah jus’ nervous. Don’t want to disappoint you.” He admitted and you smiled softly, leaning forward to press another sweet kiss to his lips.

“You won’t, even if you decide you don’t want to show me, I won’t be disappointed in you. I’m already so proud of you for trying something new and being willing to go this far. I’m happy so long as you’re happy and comfortable, babyboy. The minute you’re not, you tell me, okay and we’ll stop.”

“Okay, noona.” He agreed, licking his lips. “Do we need a safeword?”

“We can make one if you want or we can use the traffic light system.”

“What’s that?”

“Green means you’re all good and more than happy to continue. Amber means you’re a little uneasy but you’re still okay to carry on but I need to be ready to stop. Red means stop, no arguing. No matter what’s happening if you say red I will stop even if I’m about to cum, I’ll stop. The last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable or not enjoying yourself, okay?”

“Okay noona, I like that, can we use that?”

“Of course, babyboy.” He smiled at you and you returned it, unable to fathom how this beautiful boy before you was all yours. He didn’t give you long to dwell on it as he was then moving to grab the box and pull it to his side. His hands shook as he picked up the half-empty bottle of lube to pop the cap open. One more uneasy glance at you, to make sure you really wanted to watch him, then he was squeezing some of the liquid onto two of his fingers before rubbing his thumb into it to spread it over the digits while also warming it up.

You shuffled back as he dropped the bottle back into the box to give him plenty of room.

As his lube slicked hand moved to be between his legs your blown eyes stayed glued to it. Anticipation and excitement coursed through your veins, making you shift a few times impatiently but you didn’t rush him.

A sudden intake of breath resounded around the room as the first finger touched his rim but it wasn’t from Jungkook, it was from you. His gaze snapped up to look at you through his eyelashes but you didn’t seem to realise the noise you made. Your lust filled gaze and pink cheeks gave Jungkook the confidence he needed to edge the circling finger into his awaiting hole.

Admittedly, there was no resistance, he had after all only played that morning knowing you would be at Seokjin’s and he needed to release as much of his tension as possible so he didn’t risk popping a boner if you bent over ot something. Not that it mattered much, in the end, seeing as you still made his dick achingly hard, much like it was now as he worked the finger into himself fully, taking it slow to put on a show for you.

“Baby,” You breathed out, chest heaving in an attempt to regulate your breathing and stay calm. “When did you do this last? That looked an easy slide.”

“This morning when I woke up.” He confessed pulling the digit out to return with a second. “Knew I was going to see you, didn’t wanna get hard for no reason.”

“Oh,” You licked your lips, eyes still not leaving his hole as he pumped two fingers in slowly, breath hitching when they curved into his prostate.

“Ah, fuck,” He hissed not having expected the surge of pleasure despite knowing full well where his prostate was located thanks to his playtime sessions. “Noona,” He whined fucking his fingers back against that spot and whimpering.

“Can you take one more, baby?” Jungkook hummed and prodded a third finger against his rim glad the lube had spread over the long digit already. Pulling the two out to let the third join resulted in a little hesitation as the fingers were met with some resistance.

“Slowly baby,” You cooed seeing him trying to shove his fingers deeper before he was fully ready. “We have all night, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Jungkook whined impatiently and looked at you with a pout. “Be a good boy for noona, huh?”  He groaned but nodded, he wanted to be good for you. He wanted to please his noona so he looked back down at his hand and took his time, moving in and out slowly until he could push his fingers deeper, curling them to stroke over his prostate and moaning at the sensation of being stretched while having the bundle of nerves toyed with.

“Good boy, that’s noona’s good little boy.” Jungkook keened at the praise.

You shuffled a little further forward to place your hands on his thighs and rub them soothingly. He moaned softly at your touch and finally managed to fit all three fingers as deep as they could physically go.

“Good boy, that’s my good boy.” Another moan, eyes fluttering up to look at you with flushed cheeks. “Noona’s so happy with her baby.” He smiled at your words before his eyes dropped to your lips. A lick of his own lips told you what he wanted so you simply leant forward to kiss him, fingers still kneading at his flesh to encourage him to keep moving his own fingers.

He did and soon enough he was reclined back against the pillows and panting as his fingers moved and stroked within him, cock throbbing where it laid untouched against his stomach.

“Toy?” He asked and you cocked your head. It was as if he was asking for permission and the thought made your lips twitch into a smile.

“If that’s what you want now baby, don’t forget you’re showing me what you like.” Jungkook’s sucked in a breath before slowly pulling his fingers out of his hole. He reached for the dildo and didn’t even question when you had rolled a condom onto it before slathering it in lube and easing it into himself.

A soft little moan jumped from your throat upon seeing the toy slide into your boyfriend slowly.

“Ah, noo-noona,” Jungkook gasped “Sound good” He groaned speeding up so the toy met it’s full reach quickly. He let out a long, needy whine. Before you could even take in the sight and reality of the situation Jungkook was already pulling the toy out to the tip to slam it back in, a high whine leaving his throat as his back arched, head tipping back.

“Fuck, baby,” You could only croak as he took to fucking himself rapidly with the toy, moans and whines tumbling from his parted lips as it battered his prostate with every thrust.

In no time at all his whole body was quivering and he slowed to a stop, sucking in deep breaths as he settled against the pillows.

“Wh-why’d you stop?” You stammered, eyes darting between his face as the toy held limping in his hand against the lube soaked sheets on his bed between his spread thighs.

“‘M tired,” He mumbled, voice hoarse and weak. “Hurts.”

“Do you mean your arm?” He nodded. “Anywhere else?”

“M’cock.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Please noona.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Ride me, please.”

“Thought you said your cock hurts.”

“Need to cum.” You chuckled, already working on removing your clothing.

“Think you can get a condom on while I get ready?”

Some of his energy seemed to return at the prospect of actually getting to fuck you and his hand shot out to push the dildo aside and grab a fresh condom in its packet.

Even as you undressed your eyes remained on Jungkook as he opened the foil and rolled the rubbed down his thick length, hissing as the touch he had been wanting for ages but didn’t permit himself simply because he wanted to be inside you when he reached climax.

Usually, you’d take time to make sure you were stretched before even thinking about putting anything the size of Jungkook’s erect cock inside you but you simply didn’t have the patience, thighs already slick with your arousal.

Jungkook’s shaking hands gripped your hips when you crawled onto his lap. As soon as your hand wrapped around his erection he whined, hips jutting up into your firm hold. You didn’t comment, almost as desperate as him for satisfaction and simply lowered yourself down onto his erection.

It was a stretch, one you had felt with Taehyung before the pair of you had discovered the joys of extensive foreplay, but it didn’t hurt enough to stop. You fucked yourself open often enough to know your limits. The fact that you were dripping wet certainly didn’t hurt either.

Jungkook’s whole body trembled underneath you and it wasn’t until you were sat flush on his hips and he let out a huge, heavy breath that you realised he had been holding it that whole time.

“Baby, you okay?” He nodded, eyes screwed tight and fingers digging into your flesh. “Colour.” He grunted. “Baby, colour.”

“G-green.”

“Are you sure?” He nodded rapidly.

“So fucking green,” You waited until his body had stopped shaking and he looked at you, pupils blown wide and eyes so dark and hooded a shudder ran down your spine, unintentionally clenching around him making him groan at the sudden tightness. “Fuck move, please noona, I need-please.”

“Yeah, okay baby.” You nodded and planted your hands on his bare chest to balance yourself so you could lift your body up before dropping back down. Jungkook moaned loudly, a deep, guttural sound that had you bouncing harshly to hear it again.

Clearly, it was all too much for Jungkook as only a few minutes after you started to move he started to fuck up into you in time with your downward movements.

“Fuck!” You shrieked feeling his cock pummeling your cervix almost. If he was any bigger it would’ve been painful but he was just the right size for it to be so fucking perfect you couldn’t think straight. “Fuck baby, harder.” You encourage. Jungkook listened so well, snapping his hips up against yours almost violently, his hands pulling you down onto him even harder causing stream after stream of desperate moans to rip from your throat.

“N-n-noona! I- I’m gonna-!” He warned, words coming off in breathless needy grunts. Clumsy fingers found your clit to rub furious little shapes and just like that pleasure shot through your body, Jungkook’s name tearing from your throat as your walls clamped down on him. Jungkook cried out in response as his own orgasm ripped through his body, hips jerking and fingers on your hip leaving red lines in a desperate attempt to ground himself as his head whirled.

There’s no telling how long the two of you stayed pressed together, sweat soaked skin against sweat-soaked skin and hands holding on for dear life until you were both calm enough to gather the will to move.

Carefully you climbed off of Jungkook’s lap and pulled the used condom from his flaccid dick, tying it off and putting it aside knowing full well you could not make it to the bin on such weak legs.

Jungkook shuffled down the bed until he was on his back, head pressed to the pillows.

“C'mere” He murmured, reaching out to grab your hand and pull your body down into his embrace before you could even respond to his request.

“Kookie, we’re a mess and so is the bed, I don’t even know where your toy went.” You mumbled, yawning against his chest and making zero effort to move away.

“Pretty sure it’s on the floor.” He chuckled softly. “Think I knocked it off.” You laughed weakly, eyes closing as another yawn escaped your lips. “I’ll find it later.”

“Hm, okay,” You gave in. Sleep was seconds away so really you were in no fit state to argue. “Nighty night, baby.”

“G’night, noona.” Jungkook smiled sleepily down at you, watching as your breathing quickly grew deeper until you were asleep.

You were both entirely naked and exposed to the air but he couldn’t find it in himself to move to get the blanket from the foot of the bed, he didn’t want to risk waking you so he settled for holding you tight and sharing body heat.

Jungkook fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his lips.

He finally got the girl.