word count: 4.4k (this was not supposed to be this long)
warnings: piercer!jk, tattooartist!jk, some taehyung in the beginning because i do what i want, oral (f receiving), degradation, dirty talk, pulling jkâs hair, manbun!jk, etc.
summary: you did not come to the tattoo shop that taehyung works at for a clit piercing, but you left with one.
notes: for anon ;)
You hum a tune as you pull open the door to the shop, a small smile on your face as you spot that familiar head of red hair peeking up from behind the front desk.
âYet again, you always find a way to manage to be unprepared for my appointments.â You playfully scold him, making your way over to the desk and propping your elbows up on top of it.
âTaehyung?â You question, standing on your toes to get a better view of whatever it was that he was doing, when he suddenly shoots up off of the ground with a few different tattoo instruments in hand that you couldnât even be bothered to try and recognize.
âYouâre early, doll.â He does that signature side smirk of his and tosses the tools aside clumsily on the desk. He leans in to place a quick kiss to your forehead, as usual.
âYou told me to come at six, right?â You question, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Taehyung strides over to the other side of the shop, grabbing his backpack and his keys.
âI did. Is it six yet?â You tilt your head to the side as you pull your phone out of your back pocket, quickly scanning the screen with your eyes.
âItâs almost 6:30, kid.â You tell him, shaking your head in disbelief as you tuck your phone back into your pocket.
âOh, well, youâre late.â He shrugs, spinning his keys around his pointer finger as he walks toward you. You stand where you are, arms crossed as your eyes trail up his body toward his face.
âYou know how I feel about my time being thrown to waste.â He whispers as he stands in front of you, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you into his chest.
âYou also know that I take a strong dislike to you calling me a kid, ________.â You place your hands on his chest and lightly push him away. Though the two of you were just friends, he had a tendency to mess with you like this.
âI demand respect.â He says, struggling to maintain a serious expression. You laugh at this, and take a seat in the chair at his station.
âAre you about to put your stuff in your car?â You ask, wondering why he gathered all of his things up.
âYes, and Iâm about to leave, too.â You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
âHow are you about to leave if I have an appointment-â
âConsider this your punishment for being late.â He shrugs nonchalantly, giving you a half assed wave before heading towards the door.
âWhat? Is Yoongi here?â If Taehyung was about to leave, then that meant Yoongi was still here. He owned the shop, but he usually left before Tae.
Youâd grown quite fond of him as a result of all of the time youâd spent at the shop, so if Taehyung was leaving, then you had no problem going to pay Yoongi a visit instead.
âNope!â Taehyung calls out over his shoulder, the door already open as he sticks one of his long legs outside.
You stand up, preparing to follow Taehyung out.
âSomeoneâs there to do your tattoo, doll. Heâs in the back.â This was news to you. For the many years that you had known Taehyung, he was the only person to have worked here alongside Yoongi.
âYou got a new guy? Who is he?â Taehyung hums, carefully considering how he should introduce the newcomer to you.
âHis name is Jungkook. Heâs a sweet kid. Doesnât talk much, but heâs good at what he does. I trust him, because heâs got plenty of experience. Youâll be fine.â
âYou know that I only trustââ
âBye!â Taehyung closes the shop door, the little bell above it ringing a few times afterward.
You huff and make your way to exit as well.
âPunishment my ass.â You thought.
âYou must be Taehyungâs six oâclock.â You heard a gentle voice from behind you. You quickly turned around after hearing his first few words. Taehyung said he was in the back, but you didnât expect him to show up so suddenly.
âDid I startle you?â He asks, with a curious tilt of his head. You didnât trust yourself to speak at the moment, so you nodded instead.
This man was sex on legs.
He had a slim build with a cinched waist to balance his wide shoulders, buff arms that were littered in a few random tattoos, and by the way his shirt clung to his chest, you were safe to assume that he had a chiseled torso as well.
âI heard the bell, so I came out to check if Taehyung left or not. I apologize, ________. Itâs ________, right?â You nod again.
âI know that Iâm likely not your first choice, but I can promise you that youâll leave fully satisfied. Iâm good at what I do.â He flaunts, somewhat of a cocky smirk on his face.
It looked good on him.
âIâm Jungkook, by the way.â
âSo Iâve heard.â You respond, walking a bit closer to him to avoid having to continue talking past an awkwardly large gap.
He discreetly swipes his eyes over your figure as you approach him.
âYouâre here for a piercing, yeah?â You hum in confirmation. Jungkook smiles.
âItâs a good thing Taehyung left anyway, then. Iâm much better at those than he is.â You raise both of your eyebrows in surprise, immediately taken aback by his bold demeanor.
You couldâve sworn Taehyung said that he doesnât talk much.
âIâll take you to the back, unless youâd like to get your piercing done out here.â You shake your head, and insist that Jungkook lead you to the back room.
The walk is uncomfortably silent. You arenât sure whether you should be looking straight at the manbun resting atop his head, the way his arms flex as he walks, or the way he moved with such confidence with every step he took.
Damn, you were being a creep.
You almost bumped into him as he abruptly stopped in front of a closed door with a sign that read âKnock before Enteringâ on it.
He opened the door, stepping aside to let you take the lead.
âHop up on that chair and make yourself comfortable. Iâve got to get a few things together before we get started. Is this your first piercing? You know, aside from your ears?â You plop down stiffly onto the chair, holding your elbows to your sides as you watch him carefully.
âYeah.â You respond dryly. He enters the room and closes the door behind himself.
âYou chose a clit piercing for your first time? Shit, youâre a trooper.â Your eyeballs bulge out of your skull.
âI chose a what?â You lean forward, as if that were going to help you better understand the bullshit that just came out of his mouth.
âYeah?â Jungkook is confused at your reaction. âTaehyung said thatâs what you asked for.â You wildly shake your head in disagreement.
How in the hell did he mistake a belly button piercing for a clit piercing?
âNo, no no. Thatâs definitely not what I asked for.â You are completely alert now.
âOh, hm.â Jungkook shrugs as he sits down on a stool, which was placed to the right of the chair you were on. He continues to prepare his tools, as if you didnât say that you were not here for a clit piercing.
âWhy are you still messing with that stuff, then?â You question, completely on edge. Jungkook shoots you a bewildered gaze.
âEven if you arenât getting your clit pierced, any other piercing will require the same materials.â He states, staring blankly at you. You clear your throat and lean back in the chair.
Now you felt like a dumbass.
Jungkook turns back around, shaking his head with a small smirk on his face as he continues to prepare his work station.
You took this time to stare at his hands.
He had finger tattoos.
Fuck.
âYou should definitely get a clit piercing though.â He comments nonchalantly, opening up a drawer and pulling some pointy object out of it.
âExcuse me?â You were baffled. Jungkook ignores your outburst, and nods as he slips on a pair of latex gloves.
âIâve heard that it makes sex much more pleasurable, for both you and your partner.â You scrunch your face up, wondering where this was relevant to the conversation.
âEven if you decide to take your pleasure into your own hands, itâll feel much better than your regular orgasms.â
âItâs just a suggestion, though.â He shrugs, turning to face you with his tattooed hands neatly tucked away in the gloves.
You kind of wished they were off.
âAlright, whereâd you want that piercing?â After his little speech, you were certain that he had unintentionally swayed you into forgetting what you originally came for.
A belly button piercing, right?
âHow...painful would it be to get myâwould it hurt, is my question.â You asked. Jungkook raised both of his eyebrows, surprised at your sudden interest in the topic when you were ready to lose your shit over it just a few moments ago.
He leans his elbow against the counter, propping his head up on his hand as he thinks about it.
âIâve only given a few, since people donât really come in for them, but itâs a slight pinch. Itâs a needle going through your most sensitive area, so itâs not going to feel nice.â He comments.
âUnless youâre into that, I mean. In that caseââ
âNope, nah, not into that.â You quickly shut the idea down, causing him to laugh.
âWhyâd you say people donât come in for them? Are they not common?â
âTheyâre more common than youâd think, actually. Clit piercings are only confirmed by appointments, so you canât just walk in like you would for a tattoo. Most women come in for the consultation, and then they donât come back.â His fingers fidget inside of the gloves.
âWhyâs that?â You would have to apologize to him later for asking all of these questions.
âThey probably think that the actual clitoris is getting pierced.â You open your mouth to ask him another question, but he beats you to the chase.
âItâs not.â Oh.
âItâs the clitoral hood.â You hum. That sounded much less painful.
âLiteral clit piercings are a thing, but itâs too much of a risk. We donât offer those here.â You felt a bit better about the idea of it now.
You were literally about to sit here and change your entire plan because of a cute tattooed man.
Then again, you were already here. You know for a fact that you would never come back purposefully to get a clit piercing.
Er, a clitoral hood piercing.
On the bright side, if you didnât like it, you could take it out. So, was there really any harm in it?
There was one thing you didnât know, though.
âHow long is the healing period?â You ask. Jungkook purses his lips.
âAbout eight weeks, give or take a few.â Damn, well, there was that.
âLetâs do it.â You smile.
What the hell is wrong with you?
âReally?â Jungkook smiles lazily, and you nod, still a bit unsure, but ready to go for it regardless.
âI do have to give you an unofficial check up before I can determine if this piercing is right for you, though. Slide your pants off for me. Panties too, please.â He pulls the gloves down his wrist. You were frozen in shock.
For what, though? Did you think he was going to pierce you through your fucking pants?
Jungkook waves his hand in front of your face to try and catch your attention. Nothing.
âWould you rather me do it?â
âI got it, I got it.â You hurriedly say, your fingers rushing to the button on your jeans.
You pop it open, and Jungkook respectfully turns away to give you your privacy.
You get down to your zipper, and everything runs smoothly until it gets caught.
âNo, not now. Not right now.â You tell yourself, trying every possible method to get it free. You try to zip it up and zip it back down, see if any material is caught on it, but nothing works.
Jungkook sees you flailing around out of the corner of his eye and slowly turns his head toward you, stifling a laugh at your frustration.
âWould you like some help?â He offers. You turn to face him, like a deer caught in headlights. A faint blush rises to your cheeks.
âIf you wouldnât mind.â You respond quietly.
He rolls over to you in the small stool heâs sat on, placing his hands on the top part of your pants to have something to hold onto as he grips the zipper between his fingers.
He tries to simply pull it down, but when that fails, he applies a bit more pressure, yanking the zipper so hard that you jolt a bit in the chair.
âShit, Iâm sorry, but itâs really caught in thereâŚ.â He tries once more to simply pull the zipper, but he too grows frustrated and grips your thigh, his large hand clamped around it as he jerks the zipper with so much force that it breaks.
Your jeans pop open, your black lace panties staring Jungkook right in his face.
You were so thankful that you finally folded your laundry.
âOh, fuck.â He immediately says, holding the thing between his fingers as he shoots you an unreadable look.
You, on the other hand, were trying to make up any valid excuse to determine why his hand was still on your thigh.
âOh, uh,â He removes his hands from you and throws the zipper away. You have to stop yourself from making any noise that would show your disappointment at the lack of touch.
âLetâs justâget your pants off and toss them aside.â He grumbles, his voice considerably lower than it was a few minutes ago.
You oblige, sliding your jeans and underwear down in one go, allowing them to pool at your ankles before you take a glance over at Jungkook.
âIs this okay?â You ask, your hands covering your womanhood. Jungkook shakes his head.
âOff, completely.â You gulp, shakily kicking the fabric off of your feet and letting it fall. He catches your jeans before they hit the ground, folding them neatly and sitting them on a table in the corner of the room.
Jungkook rolls his chair around to face you, resting his hands gently on your bare legs. You shiver as he makes contact with your skin through the gloves.
âIâll make this as quick as possible so itâs a comfortable process for you.â He eyes your hands as you use them to cover yourself, trying to decide what the best method is for you to loosen up a bit.
He taps the side of your leg with his hand twice, somewhat of a knowing smile on his face as he senses your weariness.
âRelax, ________. You have nothing to be afraid of.â You lift your head up to make eye contact with him, slowly lifting your hands as your legs open the smallest bit.
Jungkook gently spreads them further with his own hands, eyeing you intently as he does so.
It looked sexual to you, but you knew that he was probably looking at you like that just in case you decided to stop him.
You allowed Jungkook to spread your legs as wide as he needed in order to successfully complete his study of your anatomy.
You were spread wide in front of this gorgeous man, and you couldnât have been more nervous. Any other stressful moment in your life didnât compare to what was happening right now.
âPull your legs up to your chest for me.â He orders carefully, his hands on your knees as he gently coaxes you to pull your legs up further.
âShit.â He catches a glimpse of your folds through his peripheral vision, although he covers up his little slip up with a fake coughing fit.
âWhat was that?â You asked, worried that he mightâve needed you to do something different.
Jungkook shakes his head and waves his hand in a frenzy, as if to silently dismiss your question.
âNothing, itâs perfectâI, youâre perfect. Stay just like that.â He swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bulge. It makes your legs twitch, and Jungkook takes notes of this.
âIâm going to start now, okay?â He warns you, bringing himself closer to you as his hands slowly slip between your legs.
You bite down on your tongue as he lightly runs his fingers between your folds. You almost catch yourself sliding your hips towards his hand before you come to your senses.
He was barely even touching you, just ghosting his fingers over your folds as he inspected whatever he needed to.
âYeah, youâre perfectly okay to get this piercing.â Jungkook asks, shifting around in his chair as his pants had gotten uncomfortably tight.
âWhen was the last time you saw a gynecologist?â He asks, as he continues to examine your glistening folds. He knew that it wasnât necessary, and all he had to do was take a quick look to see if you were eligible to receive the piercing, but he couldnât help himself.
Jungkook thought your pussy was perfect on its own, but to imagine it with a piercing through it? He could cum in his pants.
God, you just looked so good.
âLast month.â You comment, breaking him out of his trance, watching the way his face changes as he continues to stare between your legs.
He licks his lips, and you immediately clench in response, Jungkookâs gaze shifting to you in an instant as his fingers stutter over your mound.
âLast month what?â He says, letting his fingers linger a little too long around your clit.
âYou asked me when I last went to go see a gynecologist.â You say, your voice caught in your throat as Jungkook quickly retreats his hand back to his side.
âI did?â Jungkook was swooning. You nod confusedly.
âIâve got to get this thing done now.â He tells you, although he was talking mostly to himself. He gathers his tools in his hands, your eyes widening at the size of the needle in his fingers.
You instinctively close your legs as he circles closer to you once more, and he places his arm between them to cut your movement short.
âYou want this piercing, donât you?â He asks, voice low and gravelly. You nod, and he nudges your legs open.
âKeep yourself spread, and donât wiggle around like that. Itâll hurt more if you do.â You close your eyes and toss your head backward against the chair as you feel his fingers dancing along your clitoral hood.
âSlight pinch, okay?â Jungkook grabs the needle, and even though your eyes arenât open, you can almost feel it hovering over your body.
âTake a deep breath, and weâll go on three.â You inhale slowly, your chest rising, as Jungkook begins his countdown.
â1âŚâ He grazes the needle over your skin, and you twitch in the chair, your hands gripping the armrests for dear life.
â2!â He says, pressing the needle through your skin. Your eyes shoot open on contact and you squeal. Your legs do close against Jungkookâs warnings, but he forces his upper body between them to stop you from shutting them completely.
He slides the piece of jewelry through the small hole heâd just created, and you bite back a cry as he twists it around to make it sit more pleasantly.
âThere, see?â He cleans up the small mess heâs created and disposes of his materials, the gloves following suit.
He instantly pulls his hair out of its bun, sliding the hair tie onto his wrists as he runs his fingers through his scalp.
âWhere the fuck was three?â You scold him, as he reaches for a mirror off of the desk to hand to you.
âI never count to three. Take a look.â You grab the mirror from him and position it between your legs. This had to be one of the most awkward things youâd ever done in your life, but the piercing looked amazing.
You shifted a bit in the chair, the cool metal of it rubbing right against your clit.
You choke out a moan, regretting it as soon as you do.
âIâm so sorry, I just didnât expect that to feelâfeel the way it did.â You force the mirror back into his hands and hurry to get out of the chair, but a strike or soreness hits you right between your legs, and youâre right back on that chair where you started.
âI shouldâve told you about the side effects, I suppose.â He watches in amusement as you struggle to even close your legs due to the new pressure applied to your clit.
Jungkook tilts his head to the side, his jaw clenched as he examines your lower half while you try to contemplate whether or not you should get up again.
âThat bad, huh?â He leans forward, his hair falling in front of his eyes as he places his elbows on his knees.
You shoot him a quick glance. God, he looked so good.
âYeah, that bad.â You groan, deciding to just ask him if he would go grab your clothes for you.
âI know a trick or two that could get rid of the soreness.â You quirk an eyebrow.
âReally?â He nods slowly, standing and tucking his hands into his pockets.
What? Tell me, and Iâll really owe you one.â
âThe first is taking pain killers, and going without underwear whenever you can.â You nod, taking note of his words.
He leans over to whisper into your ear, and you jolt at the close proximity.
âThe second is letting me fuck you with my tongue.â He whispers, smirking at your cute little gasp in reaction to his words.
âI donât get it.â
Oh, you definitely got it.
You understood him loud and clear, but you werenât sure if you could handle an orgasm right now. The overstimulation would send you through the roof.
âConsider it an apology for breaking your zipper, and your appointment will be free of charge since I was a bit underprepared.â He walks to stand in front of you, and you quickly close your legs, ignoring the burn it takes to do so.
âWhatâs the catch?â You definitely werenât going to say no to this offer. How could you?
âThis is a bit of an informal setting, so, how about you let me take you out sometime? You know, properly.â You smile.
Today had taken a weird turn of events, but it worked in your favor.
âSure, sounds nice.â You chuckle.
âGood. Now show me what I want to see, ________.â He retaliates, roughly tugging at your hips to pull you onto the edge of the chair, your ass hanging off of it as he holds you firmly in both of his hands.
âYou have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart.â He pushes your legs apart, and you mistakenly spread yourself wider for him.
Jungkook immediately lands three harsh slaps onto your freshly pierced clit. You cry out, clawing at the chair. You could feel the material ripping under your nails.
Tears pool in your eyes. Sure, it was painful, but it felt so good.
âHoly shit.â You blurt, your legs already shaking. He rolls his eyes.
âYou didn't think it would be easy, would you?â You can sense Jungkookâs resentment, as a sadistic smile toys on his face. You laugh nervously.
âI didnâtâfuck!â He lightly rubs his fingers over your clit. He was barely applying any pressure, yet you were thrashing around wildly. Your legs threatened to close around his head, but Jungkook had much more strength than you, so it was easy for him to position you how he wanted.
âIs your little pussy sensitive?â He feigned caring for you, widening his doe eyes as he noticed the tears in yours.
âVery, please.â You whine, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.
âThatâs too fucking bad. Youâre vulnerable, and youâre mine, baby.â He hooks your leg over his shoulder, gripping your hands off of the chair and slinging them into his hair.
âPull my fucking hair.â He orders, lowering his face down to your cunt. You gather his locks in your hands and yank them, a bit harsher than you intended to, but this only seemed to spur Jungkook on.
âFuck, it feels so good when you do that.â He growls against you as he takes your clit into his mouth, the piercing pressing against his tongue lightly. You moan weakly, your eyes screwed shut as he wraps his lips around the sensitive nub and flicks his tongue ferociously against it.
âThatâs so good, Jungkook.â You praise him, one of your hands coming up to tangle in your own hair as he mumbles and moans against your pussy.
âI knew I could turn you into a desperate whore for me. Look at you, chasing my tongue with your hips.â He tsks, although he takes pride in degrading you like this. He enjoyed the way your body trembled after every word he spoke.
âAsk me if you can cum.â He throws one of his arms over your stomach, the other pushing your thighs apart as he slips his tongue inside of your warmth, aiming right for the spot that made you twitch in ecstasy.
âPlease, shit, Iâm so close. Please donât make me wait.â You beg.
Jungkook is relentless with his tongue.
He slides it right underneath your clit and begins to flick upward, pushing the metal against the bud with every twist of his tongue.
âCum, then.â He says, as he grazes his teeth across your clit with the lightest touch.
This was the last straw for you, and your back shoots off of the chair as you pull Jungkookâs head further between your legs, wanting to savor every moment of your orgasm before letting go.
He pulls away from you first, leaning over to thread his fingers through your hair. He presses his lips against yours, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. This sends a shiver down your spine.
Jungkook lets you go, before throwing his hair back up into a messy bun.
âI donât care that I broke your zipper, actually. Your pants have a button.â
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pairing: drag racer yoongi x reader          Â
genre: fluff, smutsmutsmut. (this post took a turn i swear)
word count: 3.2k
warnings: overstimulation, PET NAMES SO MANY PET NAMES WHAT WAS I THINKING, fingering, oral (f receiving), cute shit, virgin!reader, yoongi is a bit persuasive, etc.
summary: your best friend wants to take your innocence in every possible way. Â
a/n: i wrote this MONTHS ago, and i literally forgot about it up until yesterday, or sometime before that? i was sad because I deleted it, but my bby @bitchyaus reblogged it after i posted it, and i have NEEEEVEEER been happier.
You hummed as you sat on your couch while scrolling through your social media feed and taking small bites of your favorite snack every now and then.
It was only 7:09. Youâd usually find something to occupy yourself every day until 8:00 on the dot (although heâd come early sometimes, but that wasnât often), which was when Yoongi would come knocking on your door with a new story to tell and to raid your fridge of whatever he could find.
If necessary, youâd tend to the few bruises his beautiful face would sport.
Once he was comfortable enough to tell you what his occupation was, you cringed the moment you imagined him sitting behind the wheel of a vehicle, pushing 200 to nearly 300 miles on a daily basis.
You begged him to consider something safer, to which he responded with a small smirk,
âIâve been doing this years before I even met you. If Iâve managed to keep myself in good condition for this long, then Iâm sure that you have nothing to worry about.â
This had become a repetitive cycle in the short year that you had known him. Heâd shoot you a text before he went out for the day, and come speeding back to your place once he was let off of work.
Orâwhen he let himself off, rather. He never really was the type to follow rules anyway.
You smiled fondly at the thought of seeing his gummy smile sometime in the next hour.
You checked your phone again.
7:14.
Well, 46 minutes to be exact.
You sighed and tossed your head back against the couch cushions as you tried to register what about this man had you so whipped for him.
Could be the fact that he was a sweetheart when it came to you,
Or it could also be the fact that he looked so fucking hot driving those cars despite how much you hated seeing him behind the wheel.
Or, it could be that he had really, really pretty handsâ
There was a loud knock at your door. It carried the same loudness that Yoongiâs carried.
Okay, you have really got to find yourself a hobby.
The person knocked twice, and then there was a three second pause before the last and final knock came.
You grinned as you rushed over toward the door.
There was his signature knock that he had given himself sometime a few weeks ago.
He suggested that he should have a special knock so you knew it was him, although you told him multiple times that no one other than him or your best friend came to visit.
He still wouldnât let up even then, muttering something about how it would be the safest measure. You then (jokingly) proceeded to tell him he knew nothing about safety, which led him to tell you about all of the safety precautions people in his profession must take before even considering driving one of those high speed cars.
He couldnât take a joke, but that was alright. You loved him anyway.
You took a quick glance through the peephole just to make sure it was him before you unlocked the door.
As usual, he rushed in and threw his bag to the ground before making a beeline to your kitchen.
âNice to see you too.â You smiled a bit, closing the door back and locking it behind yourself.
âI shouldnât have to greet you anymore when I enter.â He spoke, although his voice was a bit muffled since he was bent over as he shuffled through your fridge.
âItâd be nice, though.â You sighed dramatically as you walked back over to your couch and flopped onto it.
âSure.â He shrugged, returning from the kitchen to take his spot next to you on the couch as he always did.
âHello, Princess.â He smirked, laughing at the way you rolled your eyes and looked away from him.
Heâd called you that for forever now, and youâd be a terrible fucking liar if you were to say that it didnât make your pussy clench.
He knew that it did, too, which was why he said it.
âDid you do something productive today?â He asked, as he took a bite out of one of the strawberries out of the bowl that he quickly prepared for himself.
âI did some school work earlier.â You shrugged, gesturing toward your closed laptop that sat on the arm of the couch closest to you.
He hummed, nodding approvingly.
âGood girl,â He noticed the way that your body shivered at his praise. He always talked like this, but for some reason it was really having an impact on you right now.Â
âHave you eaten something filling today?â You bit your lip.Â
You hadnât had a âmealâ, but you had some pretty filling snacks. You just werenât in the mood to cook anything, or even order something.
There was no point in lying to him either, because he could see right through you.
âDepends on what the word filling means.â You responded, as if this wasnât a question that he asked you everyday.Â
Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you and set the bowl of strawberries down on your coffee table before quickly reaching over your thighs to grab the bag of chips that you had been snacking on before his arrival.
His hand brushed over the exposed skin of your legs, causing you to gulp. He was always a forward person, but never this forward.
âThis isnât a meal, ____ . â He scolded, and you rolled your eyes.
âI know, but I can promise you that I am satiated.â Yoongi shook his head in disbelief.
âYou hungry?â He asked, cocking his head to the side as he stared into your eyes with his arms crossed.
âNope.â As if on cue, your stomach growled.
âMhm.â He mocked, handing you the bowl of strawberries before standing up.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked, confused as to why he was suddenly up on his feet.
âIâm about to cook you something, little girl.â He rolled his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.
âYoongiiii-â
âIn the mood for pasta? Youâve got all of the ingredients Iâd need to make you some alfredo.â You groaned.
âMy stomach growls all the time! Iâm not hungry, I swear.â He was already pulling out pots and pans from your cupboards as your voice went through one ear and out of the other.
âSuck on those strawberries with those pretty lips of yours while I cook this, hm?â He said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his elbows resting against it.
âI donât want the strawââ
âI already put the noodles in the pot, so youâre shit out of luck.â
âââ
Yoongi had been in the kitchen for half an hour while you caught up on your favorite Netflix series.
You shouldâve just lied and said yes. He was going through way too much trouble for you.
âAlright,â He began, as he finally left the kitchen.
âShould be good to eat in a few minutes.â He slid back onto the couch.
âMind if I use your laptop to check my stats? Iâm sure theyâve gone up.â He bragged. You playfully rolled your eyes and handed him your laptop, before directing your attention back to your TV.
Yoongi began typing away for a few minutes, until his fingers paused, his eyes grew wide, and he choked on air.
âWhat? Those stats not what you expected them to be?â You laughed, Yoongi turning his head to look at you before clicking on a tab at the top of the screen and pushing the laptop in your direction.
âWhatâ Oh my God, give me that!â You yelled, Yoongi easily fighting off your efforts to grab the laptop away from him by shoving his arm against your chest.
âAre these your nudes?â He asked, although it was painfully clear that they were.
Yoongi smirked at the way you began to blush profusely.
Holy shit, you were going to die of embarrassment.Â
âPlay it cool.â You thought to yourself.
âYeah? So what if they are?â You used this opportunity to snatch the laptop away from him and close the tab, before shutting the laptop off and setting it on the coffee table where the empty strawberry bowl was.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, taken aback by your response.
âClearly you donât seem to mind.â You smirked, gesturing to the bulge forming in his pants.
He dropped the smirk on his face as he inched closer to you. You reflexively backed away from him.
âYou talk pretty big for a virgin, sweetheart.â He growled. Your stomach fell to the bottom of your ass at his words.
You werenât sure of what to say.
âUh, I never toldââ
âYouâd be surprised of what you tell me when youâre drunk.â He reached forward to twirl a strand of your hair around his pointer finger before tucking it behind your ear, as if he had done this to you before.
âSince weâre letting secrets go, you should know that Iâve thought about fucking you plenty of times.â He hummed, as he traced your jawline with his fingers.
âYou havenât got any idea of what thinking about stripping you of your innocence does to me, sweetheart.â
Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly.
âI know that youâd let me, too.â He slowly pushed you backward until your back hit the couch.
âYou would let me, wouldnât you?â He looked into your eyes, waiting for your approval before he took anything further.
You thought about it.
Did you really want to lose your virginity to this sexy drag racer that youâve grown to become best friends with over the past year?
Hell yes.
âYes, yes Iâd let you.â You stuttered, causing him to groan at your admittance.Â
He was going to corrupt you more and more day by day before you even realized it.
And fuck, he couldnât wait.
âHmm.â He hummed against your skin, as he nudged your head to the side so he could expose the skin of your neck.
He quickly began to suck love bites against the skin, eager to cut straight to the chase in order to get a taste of that perfect cunt that was spread wide in that picture.
âHow far have you gone, baby?â He asked, as he tugged your shirt up over your chest and kissed his way around your breasts.
âIâIâve, fuck,â You moaned, as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.
âIâm sorry, youâve done what?â He mumbled against your hardening bud. You whimpered.
âI-Iâve masturbated with a toy.â Yoongi detached his mouth from your nipple.
âThatâs all?â You nodded shyly.
âFuck, youâre going to be the death of me.â He hungrily kissed down the rest of your body, stopping right above the band of your shorts.
âIâve got to taste you to get you prepared to take me. Is that alright?â He wasnât lying. It would help you adjust to his size a bit easier, but it was mostly for his own personal pleasure.
You nodded, and he wasted no time in tugging down your shorts and panties in one swift motion.Â
âOh my God.â He nearly whimpered at the sight of your untouched pussy. You began to close your legs as he stared down at your most intimate areas, which prompted him to roughly throw one of your legs over the back of the couch so you were forced to keep yourself spread for him.
âDonât ever do that again.â He warned. You nodded, murmuring an apology as he laid himself flat against the couch and pulled your hips closer to his face.
He breathed shakily against your core. You began to writhe in his hold as his cool breath hit your exposed pussy lips.
âAre you sure about this, baby? We could stop this at any moment.â He asked for the final time. It made you smile that he continued to ask you if this was really what you wanted.
âIâm sure. Pleaseâoh, shit!â You yelped. Yoongi hadnât even let you finish your sentence before he had his lips wrapped around your clit.
Your hands hesitantly tangled in his hair, as you were uncertain if he was okay with you touching him or not.
He sensed your hesitation and moaned in approval as you testingly tugged at his blonde locks.
His moan vibrated against your core, causing you to buck your hips up toward his face.
He grunted at this, using one of his arms to pin you down to the couch by your stomach, while his other arm pushed your flailing leg away from his face so he had more access to his meal.
âSo good, baby. So fucking good,â He growled into you, his cock growing harder underneath him as more of your juices began to gush onto his face.
You didnât know how it was possible, but he managed to pull you even closer to him as he licked a long stripe from your dripping hole back up to your clit, before he dipped his tongue inside of your clenching cunt and (quite literally) fucked you with his tongue.
You were a mess above him, your hair matted and stuck to your sweaty forehead as you relished in the feeling of his tongue collecting every drop of your arousal.
ââM gonna cum, so fucking close, please pleaseââ You begged him with your eyes closed. He took a glance up at you, wanting to watch you come undone on his tongue.
âSHIT!â You screamed, the euphoric bliss of your first orgasm knocking the wind out of you.
Yoongi hummed and pulled his tongue out of you, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth before lining them up with your cunt.
âYou with me, babygirl?â He asked. You opened your eyes so you could see him, but you immediately closed them again ad he slid his digits into your wet hole.
âUghh, oh my fucking God!â You let out a broken moan, tears welling in your eyes from the overstimulation.
âHey, youâre okay, hm? I need to make sure youâre as comfortable as possible if youâre still willing to take my cock.â His words were caring, although there was a bit of cockiness behind them, almost as if he knew that you still would be in at least some pain from the stretch.
The thought alone excited him.
âJust a little bit more, okay? Hold out for me.â You were about to protest, when he pressed his hand against your lower stomach and began to piston his fingers in and out of you like a machine.Â
He curled them perfectly against that little spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling toward the back of your head, and your toes curling in pleasure.
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you came for the second time within a five minute span.
Yoongi left you to yourself for a moment as he hastily tugged his jeans down, not wanting to waste time to pull them off completely.Â
He was so eager to have your little cunt pulsing around him.
He fished around in his back pocket for a condom. He was thanking himself mentally for forgetting to take it out the last time he wore those jeans a few weeks ago.
âCould you be a doll and roll this on for me, baby?â He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and quickly tossed it aside as he handed you the slippery thing.
You took it with shaky hands, still not completely over your last two orgasms as you gently grabbed his cock and spread the condom over it.
âOh, fuck.â He growled, the feeling of your little hand spreading over his throbbing dick enough to make him cum right there.
He desperately needed to be inside of you.
He grabbed his cock and began to rub circles around your clit, the small action making you gasp for air because of how sensitive you already were.
âThink you can still handle me?â You looked up at him. He wasnât smirking, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.
âMhm, j-just please, be gentle.â You whimpered, and Yoongi nodded as he lined himself up with your entrance.
âWouldnât have it any other way.â
For now.
He pushed just the tip into you, instantly catching your lips with his to prevent any sound of discomfort from leaving your mouth.
âReady for some more?â He asked sweetly, as he pressed his forehead against yours. You winced, but nodded anyway.
He pushed the rest of his cock into you inch by inch, attempting to nullify the pain a bit by leaving kisses along the side of your neck and jaw.
âYouâre taking me so well, ____.â He sat still for a moment, letting you adjust before he rocked his hips slightly.
He looked at you for approval, and when you nodded once he began to set a slow, steady rhythm with the pace of his thrusts.
ââM not gonna last long, baby. Youâre squeezing me so tight, I can barely fit my cock through.â You werenât sure what it was about the way that he was talking to you, but it just made you clench around him even harder as he began to pick up speed.
âI need you to cum with me, Princess. Can you do that for me?â You nodded eagerly, already on the brink of insanity.
He licked his thumb and brought it down to your clit. You squeaked, and he grunted above you as he tried to ease himself inside of you without hurting you.
âNow, cum now.â He ordered, his arms shaking as he held himself up above you to prevent from collapsing on top of your chest.
You came with your mouth held open in a silent moan, your legs spasming around Yoongiâs waist as he slowly pulled out of you.
The corruption was only beginning.
âHungry? Iâm sure the food is plenty cool now.â You laughed breathlessly at his lame joke, as you covered your face with your hands while trying to catch your breath.
âIâll go grab some for you, but Iâve got a question for you first.â He paused. âNo, wait, two actually.â You glanced at him.
âGo for it.â You said, voice hoarse.
âWould you let me take you out sometime? I mean, on a real date?â You scoffed.
âI thought you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend or something.â You laughed. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
âI was.â You froze.
âI backed out, though.â
âI mean, I wouldâve said yes.â He snapped his head toward you.
âYou would have?â You nodded, a small smile on your face.
âIn that case, will you be my girlfriend, then?â You giggled at his shy demeanor, a complete 180 from how he handled you just a few minutes ago.
âYes, I will.â He leaned down to peck your cheek.
âMy last question...â
âYeeeees?â You encouraged him to continue.
âWhy are your nudes on your laptop anyway?â
âI hate you.â
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warnings: alpha!tae, omega!reader, luna!reader, breeding, hairy taehyung, assertion of dominance (male and female), degradataion, slight jk appearance, alpha kink, exhibitionism, etc.
summary: youâve been a bit of a brat lately. taehyung doesnât mind, but the members of his pack seem to have an issue with it. (i combined two requests in this one-shot. enjoy!)
(shoutout to @taeslutttâ for sending me this gif.)
Youâve found it a bit difficult to entertain yourself as of late.Â
Taehyung was always busy doing something that pertained to keeping his pack in order, and although you had just as much of a right as he did to know what was going on outside of what the members knew, you werenât really in the mood to deal with the stress of it at the moment.
Youâd leave that to him for now.
Taehyung was out at the store buying groceries for the pack. You told him youâd go with him-- actually, you really wanted to go with him because itâd give you a chance to go outside for once in quite some time, but he insisted that you stay home and watch over his pack members.
You persisted, telling him that they were grown men and could handle themselves for a few hours, but he shut you down immediately.
âBe good for me, sweetheart. If everything is in order when I return, Iâll play with you, alright?â
He then gave you a kiss on your forehead, and left with a smirk on his face.
He had been gone for three hours now.
In his defense, it always took him a while to go grocery shopping. Food never lasted in this house, and why would it when there were seven hormonal male wolves cooped together in here?
So, here you were, sprawled out over your shared bed with a frown on your face and your phone in your hand.
You contemplated texting him, but you knew that heâd get immensely frustrated if you texted him while he was busy if it wasnât an emergency.
Heâd see it as a break in the trust that you had in him, which you learned the hard way when he first brought you into his pack.
Youâd never live the embarrassment of that day down.
You rolled your eyes at the thought. You werenât as submissive as you were back then anymore. The only person who could earn your submission was Taehyung, obviously.
Well, not earn. It was in your DNA to please your Alpha.
He gave you an order to watch over the pack, and you werenât following it. If he found out (which he definitely would because Yoongi loved to rat you out to Taehyung), youâd never hear the end of it.
You got up off of the bed, not bothering to put on shorts underneath the shirt you were wearing, which belonged to Taehyung.Â
He only allowed you to wear his clothes around the house, mentioning that it was something about the smell of himself constantly on you that kept him sane.
You didnât mind. All of his clothes were comfortable anyway.Â
You began to walk down the stairs, heading for the living room which was where all of the boys had been since Taehyungâs departure, and you knew for a fact that they hadnât moved since because you could still hear the loud gunshots from the video game they were playing.
They all heard you approaching because of their sensitive ears, but they barely spared you a glance before all of their attention was back to the gigantic screen in front of them.
Once you had gotten down the stairs, your eyes were immediately drawn to the mess that was the entire downstairs area of the house.
âWhat the hell is this?â You yelled, although the noise of the game drowned out your voice entirely.
You couldnât believe them.
You cleaned earlier today, and they trashed everything within the span of just a few hours? Absolutely not.
You walked over to the couch that they were seated on, some of them actually on the cushions, others on the arms of the couch, or either laid out on the floor.
âWould any of you care to explain this mess?â You spoke, crossing your arms and shaking your head in disbelief as you looked out at the mess again.
âMess?â Namjoon spoke immediately, eyes trained on the screen in front of him with his tongue poking out slightly.
âDonât call yourself a mess, Luna. You look wonderful today.â You closed your eyes and tilted your head to the side.
You needed them to clean this up, and you needed it done quickly. Taehyung could be home any minute now.
You walked over to the TV and stood right in front of the screen.
Instead of complaining like you expected them to, they all turned their heads to the side and continued to jam their thumbs against the controllers.
âAlright, youâre done with this.â You mumbled to yourself, as you turned around and grabbed the cord in the wall that powered the TV.
You pulled it out and held it in your hands, a small smirk on your face as the boys stared at you with unimpressed looks on their faces.
âYou do know that we could take that cord from you and plug it back in, right?â Yoongi asked, legs spread open as he sat the controller in between his legs.
âNot if I take it into my bedroom.â You quickly responded, eyeing him carefully while spinning the cord around in your hand. You were just as unimpressed with him as he was with you.
He rolled his eyes, as did a few of the other boys.
âOr have you forgotten that youâre not allowed in there?â You laughed, disconnecting the cord from the TV as well so the entire thing sat in your hands.
âOh, come on!â Jimin groaned, tossing his head back in annoyance as he ran a hand through his black locks.
âCould you please just plug the cord back in, Luna?â Jeongguk asked, his doe eyes wide as he gave you his best attempt at a pouty face.
You cooed at his adorableness, but you still shook your head.
âNo, but Iâll make you a deal.â You sighed, dropping the cord on the floor next to you. All of their eyes followed the black thing as it hit the ground, but none of them dared to reach for it now with the threat of Taehyung figuring out.
âYou clean up this atrocity,â You paused, squinting your eyes at the way they all sighed heavily, âAnd you can have your cord back. Sound good?â
Jeongguk rolled his eyes.
âFor fucks sake, could you just plug the damn thing in?â He groaned, throwing the controller against the ground in a fit of rage.
You raised an eyebrow as you sauntered over to him, kneeling on the ground in front of him so the two of you were somewhat eye level.
He kept his concentrated gaze on you, his upper lip twisted in a snarl as you wrapped your hand around his throat.
The other boys watched curiously.Â
You had never been so forward with any of them before, but with Taehyungâs promise that he made to you before he left for the store in the back of your head, you werenât taking any chances with any of their bullshit.
âYouâve seemed to forgotten the ranking of importance, pup.â You pulled back slightly when he lunged at you. You knew for a fact that he hated being restrained, so you were going to use that against him.
âThereâs Tae, me, and then you. When heâs not around, whatever I say goes.â Jeongguk rolled his eyes.
You were a bit surprised. Youâd never seen this sort of attitude change from him before. You assumed that this meant that he was approaching his first heat.
Cute.
âYou only have authority over us when he isnât here, Luna.â He smirked, breath slightly hitched from your hand tightening around his throat. You growled at the way his tone of voice changed when referring to you as his Luna.
âThat isnât very often. Donât let the power get to your head.â He continued.
You leaned in closer to him, your cool breath fanning over his face as he kept eye contact with you.
âThen donât act tough when youâre still a fucking puppy.â He leaned in closer to you, his nose brushing against yours as he growled at you.
âYou talk a big game when your Alpha isnât around, donât you, Luna?â You loosened your grip around his neck, although you wouldnât let go completely yet.
âHow would he react if he were to find out that you treated his pack like this?â You opened your mouth to respond, when the alarm went off at the front door.
All seven of you turned your head to find Taehyung entering with what looked like thirty bags on his arms.
âIâd tell you that sheâs allowed to do whatever she pleases, whether Iâm around or not.â Taehyung responded simply, trudging through the living room to make his way to the kitchen to set the bags down.
You were wondering how he mustâve heard you, but youâd seemed to forget that his hearing was far sharper and extensive than yours.
âLet go of his neck. I donât like the look of this.â Taehyung said as he walked back toward the living room, arms crossed over his chest as he waited expectantly for you to follow his orders.
All eyes were on you now.
Your hand was still secured around Jeonggukâs neck.
You werenât sure why.
Taehyung took one step forward, and you immediately dropped your hand.
He smiled lightly as this, his top lip twitching in annoyance at your hesitation to follow his order.
He continued to walk forward until he was standing behind you.Â
You gulped. You already knew that you fucked up because he hadnât said anything yet.
He reached down to tangle his hand into your hair, using his sturdy grip to pull you up off of the ground and into his chest.
âOw!â You hissed, as he wrapped his free arm around your waist to securely press your body against his.
He roughly tilted your head to the side, glancing toward his pack members as he began to whisper into your ear.
âWhat did I tell you before I left?â He asked, knowing very well that you were afraid to answer him.
âI--w--well, you s-said--â
âDonât stutter. You know I hate that. Tell me what I want to know.â He licked the skin of your neck that was exposed to him. You shivered.
âYou told me to keep everything in order.â He hummed, pleased.
âAnd what did you do instead?â You exhaled shakily. You already angered him, and youâd hate to make it worse on yourself.
âI let everything become a mess.â He nodded, although you couldnât see him.
âSo, what does that make me look like? Hm?â He turned you around to face him, tilting your chin up with his pointer finger so you were forced to look up at him.
âWhen you donât follow simple instructions, what does that make me look like?â He was growing impatient.
âA bad pack leader.â He clapped sarcastically, a sadistic smile on his face.
âTo make things better, I come home to find you eye fucking a member of my pack?â You wanted to tell him that it wasnât like that, but youâd never in your life interrupt him while he was talking.
âWith your hand around his neck, too?â He cocked his head to the side, pausing for a moment before he lunged forward at you, taking your neck into his own hands.
âPerhaps you wanted to get put in your place, then. Iâm right, arenât I?â
âYes.â You weakly responded.
âSo you can understand that, but you canât understand me when I tell you what I want done, and how I want it done?â You said nothing,, and he let go of your neck.
âYes or no, Omega?â You chewed anxiously on your bottom lip.
âNo.âÂ
âFinish your fucking sentences.â Taehyung growled, not impressed with this little act you were putting up because you were in front of his pack.
âNo, I couldnât understand, Alpha.â He nodded his head once.Â
He placed one of his hands on top of your head and forcefully lowered you down to the ground.
âTake my dick out, and get it wet.â Your eyes bulged out of their sockets.
âAlph--â
âTake my fucking dick out, and get it wet.â
With shaky hands, you reached for his belt.
Taehyung was having it.
âHurry the fuck up.â You whimpered, hands going into a frenzy as you hastily pulled his belt off and tugged his pants and boxers down in one go.
You couldnât help the way that you got wet just from the sight of his body hair alone, especially the hair around his cock.
It made you feel as though he had a stronger sense of dominance over you as your Alpha
Taehyung liked the fact that you liked his body hair, since it did make him feel more masculine.
It was also why he never shaved.
You wrapped your hand around his cock, quickly taking him into your mouth just how he liked you to.
While you were busy with your mouth, he took his belt off and proceeded to bend over so he could wrap it around your neck.
This caused you to halt, unaware of what he was trying to do.
âI never told you to stop. Keep sucking my cock.â You obeyed, gagging around his dick as he tightened the belt around your neck like a leash.
Taehyung was very well endowed, and he knew that you struggled greatly trying to swallow his cock. You couldnât even fit half of it into your mouth.â
He grabbed the part of the belt that hung in his hand, and wrapped it around his fist, pulling it closer and closer to himself until his entire cock was completely submerged down your throat, and your nose was touching his pelvis.
You began to cry intensely, no air getting to your lungs as he forced you to hold there for a few seconds.
âGod, fuck!â He growled, pushing your head away once he figured youâd had enough.
He allowed you one gasp of air, before he pulled you forward again, several strings of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock.
You began to claw at his thighs as it became too much, and Taehyung reluctantly let you go.
He pulled you up off of the ground with the belt, turning you around to face the rest of his pack, who for some reason hadnât moved from their seats this entire time.
Taehyung roughly threw your upper body in Jeonggukâs direction.
The youngest of the two made eye contact with his pack leader.
âHold the leash.â Jeongguk quickly agreed, grabbing the belt and wrapping it up in his fist just as Taehyung did moments ago.
âSince you seem to like being in his face so much, you can watch him while I fuck you.â Taehyung lifted his shirt up over your ass, pleasantly surprised to find that you werenât wearing panties.
He never allowed you to, anyway. He knew it drove his pack members crazy when you walked around with your scent wafting everywhere, especially when you were ovulating, but he knew that they couldnât (and wouldnât) do a damn thing about it.
He rubbed his blunt cock head against your slit, figuring you were wet enough to take him by the way your slick ran down your thighs and onto his pants.
He pushed into you with ease, growling at the way your pussy invited him in.
âIâm going to breed you, baby.â He muttered, when he was already balls deep inside of you.
You tried to lift your head to look back at him, but Jeongguk was pulling the belt too tight. You couldnât even turn your head.
âMaybe thatâll give you something to do instead of staring at my pack members.â He delivered one harsh slap to your ass, placing both of his hands in your hair as he began to roughly fuck himself into you.
âYouâre pretty like this, Luna.â Jeongguk snickered, referring to your fucked out expression as your Alpha fucked you.
You head was empty aside from his cock, and you couldnât care less.
âWatch it, kid.â Taehyung snapped back at Jeongguk, his breath ragged as he began to give you quick, shallow thrusts.
You laid your head on the youngestâs thigh as you began to drool on his leg. It didnât take Taehyung much of anything to hit that spot inside of you, but you wouldnât ask him to cum until he had given you permission.
It was pathetic how close you were already.
âIâm sure this is what you want though, isnât it?â He leaned over, placing his hands on either side of Jeonggukâs legs as he pressed his chest against your back.
âYou want to walk around full of my hot cum, donât you, Omega?â Taehyung growled into your ear. You responded with a weak, âYes, Alpha.â
He grunted above you, his hips slowing significantly the more you tightened around him.
âI need you to cum, and I need you to do it right fucking now.â He growled, growing closer to the edge with every thrust.
He licked his pointer and middle fingers and brought them down to your clit, destroying the little nub as he continued to fuck you.
You wanted to wait for his okay, but you couldnât hold back anymore.
âPlease! Fuck, Please, Alpha!â Your legs began to shake as he continued to harshly rub at your clit.
âCum, do it. Do it now.â He delivered three more slow thrusts to your cunt, before blowing his load inside of you, effectively knotting you.
It took him nearly three minutes to fill you with all of his cum, and once he finally did, it hurt.
Bad.
âO-oh, oh my God.â You whimpered from the pain.
âIt hurts so fucking bad.â Taehyung smiled, glancing down at your swollen belly. He knew it hurt, but he couldnât deny that he loved seeing you like this.
He gave you a moment to collect yourself, before pulling you away from Jeongguk and carrying you (yes, with his cock still inside of you) to the love seat.
He sat down, allowing you to rest your back against his chest as you began to drift off to sleep.
He smiled, keeping the belt around your neck as light snores began to leave your mouth.
He should really get you a leash.
He glanced at his pack, completely forgetting that they were in the room.
âWhat the hell are you looking at?â They said nothing.
âYou heard what she said earlier. Go clean that mess.â
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pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (yâall i literally typed min yoongi instead of jungkook THIS IS NOT HIS STORY I CANâT GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD)
genre: smut, fluff
word count: 1.8k
warnings: itâs called protection but there is none lol, soft cuddly jk, thunderstorms, cockwarming, oral (f receiving), kind of domestic, just something sweet since all i write is intense fucking
summary: your boyfriend acts as your distraction during a thunderstorm.
notes: inspired by the thunderstorm that happened here two days ago, and an anon who asked for a soft nsfw one shot w/ jk.
âOh, damn.â
You flinched as another lightning bolt struck the ground with so much intensity that it looked as if the sun were out for a few seconds.
You knew this particular bolt would bring some pretty heavy thunder with it, especially since it took about fifteen seconds for the actual sound to follow the lighting.
âItâs getting pretty bad out there, isnât it?â Jungkook asked, flicking his eyes up past his phone to rake over your figure for a few moments.
âYeah...â You confirmed wearily, feeling sick to your stomach as the rain began to fall harder outside.
It was cool in the house, the lights were flickering a bit, and a small amount of rain managed to get inside. The atmosphere was stuffy, and it felt like some sort of opening to a bad horror movie, which you were not here for.
For your boyfriend, though, this was a walk in the park. He didnât mind stormy weather at all, and often preferred to fall asleep with the thunder blasting past the music in his headphones.
He twisted his lips up in a frown as you brought your knees up further into your chest, slowly enclosing them within your arms as you kept your gaze at the wall in front of you, occasionally taking a glance outside if you heard or saw something you really didnât like.
âWhy do you even bother looking out there if you know itâs going to scare you more?â Jungkook asked, setting his phone down on the arm of the couch as he relaxed his posture and spread his legs a bit.
âIâm not scared,â You immediately responded, cursing under your breath at the unexpected jolt your body did when the lights began to flicker again, âI just like to check to make sure Iâm not gonna die.â
Jungkook snickered and shook his head at your defiance, although he found it adorable that you were afraid of a little bad weather.
He didnât mind, though. It was during times like this he could pull you into his lap and throw his arms around you without your complaining about making him uncomfortable for sitting on him for a long period of time.
âCome on, baby.â He smiled a bit as you turned your head in his direction, patting his crotch area gently with one hand while beckoning you over with the pointer finger of the other.
You shook your head, and Jungkook raised an eyebrow. You said no to him often when he asked you to sit on his lap, but you always ended up there anyway. Either by your own will, or a small bit of coercing.
âDonât wanna?â Jungkook asked simply, relaxing his posture against the couch and throwing his arms over the sides of it. You shook your head once more, and he nodded once.
âAlright. Itâs your call.â He shrugged, closing his eyes with a pleased smile as the thunder began to come down so roughly that it caused a few objects in the room to shake.
You fiddled with your fingers and took another glance over at Jungkook, envying him for thriving off of moments like this.
Now that you thought about it, his lap was always warm and inviting, and would it really hurt for you to...keep him warm? Thatâs all you were doing. This was for him, not for you.
You cleared your throat with fake confidence, which immediately caught Jungkookâs attention. He opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at you expectantly.
âYou know what, since you asked me so nicelyââ A continuous string of thunder sounded for a few seconds, and you shot Jungkook a worried glance before the lights went out.
You shot up off of the couch immediately and ran toward your boyfriend, feeling around for his torso before you slowly sat yourself on top of him.
He laughed as you curled up into his chest, your body trembling as the small amount of heat that was in the room left as soon as the power cut.
âWhat was that about me asking so nicely?â Jungkook asked with a small hum, sitting upright so he could pull you further into him. The muscles of his arms did do an amazing job of keeping you calm, but you werenât going to tell him that.
âWhy do you live off of my fear?â You mumbled into his chest, your hands lightly pressed against his shoulders as he settled his arms around your waist.
âI donât live off of your fear.â Jungkookâs voice cracked slightly toward the end of his sentence, and you shot your head up to look at him.
Although you had to squint to see it, you could make out the uncomfortable expression on his face as he swallowed thickly.
âThis is why I donât sit on your lap, Kook.â You sighed, wondering why he didnât tell you he was uncomfortable. You placed your hands on either side of his thighs to pull yourself off of him, but he pulled you right back down, so harshly that it knocked the breath out of you momentarily.
âSit there, and stay still.â He warned, but why would you listen to that?
You wiggled around a bit, as much as you could before Jungkook got a death grip on your hips. You couldnât believe it when you felt the boner in his sweats pressing against your inner thigh.
âPlease donât tell me youâre hard right now.â You asked, tone monotonous as you stared blankly at him. He probably couldnât see your face, but you were sure that your voice change would show your disappointment.
âHow could I not be hard when a pretty girl is sitting on my lap?â You could almost hear the shrug in his voice. You lowered your head down into your hands and sighed heavily.
âYouâre horny because Iâm afraid?â You wanted to laugh a bit at the situation.
âSo, you are afraid!â Jungkook quickly tried to switch the topic. You lifted your head.
âThatâs not the point here.â He smirked. Youâd probably roll your eyes if you could see it.
âI just made it the point.â
âJungkookââ He cut you off, holding you tight against his chest as he stood up, flinging you playfully onto the couch so you were lying on your back.
He pulled your (his) shirt up to reveal your breasts, nipples already hard due to the lack of warmth in the room.
He licked his lips and latched his mouth onto one of them, twisting the other between his thumb and pointer fingers gently.
You moaned, back arching off of the couch. You werenât sure what you were expecting him to do when he picked you up, but it certainly wasnât this.
He have your other nipple the same treatment with his tongue, biting gently at the sensitive little nub.
He placed a kiss between your breasts, moving his way down your upper body as he moved backward a bit to make room for himself between your legs.
He began to nip and lick at your thighs, and your legs began to shake as he breathed gently against your clothed core.
âI can-â one kiss to your thigh, â-think of something-â and another, â-thatâll distract you for a bit.â One final kiss, this time right over your pulsing cunt. You hissed.
âStarts with h, and ends with d.â Jungkook teased, hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties as he tugged then down your thighs slowly, not bothering to pull them off completely.
âHusband?â You joked, and Jungkook smiled against your pussy lips, the small action sending your stomach into a frenzy.
âNot quite. Good guess, but youâre about a month or two ahead of the game.â He kissed the hood of your clit gently, before wrapping his pretty lips around your bundle of nerves and sucking it gently into his mouth.
You moaned weakly, sliding your hands into his hair as he placed his large hands against your inner thighs, spreading you gently so he could enjoy more of you.
You and Jungkook talked of marriage often, but hearing him openly admit that he was planning to ask you to spend the rest of your days with him sometime soon made this entire experience all the more arousing.
You gasped as he replaced his tongue with his thumb, gently circling your clit with practice as he took a few licks toward your tight, wet hole.
Jungkook knew your body so well that he didnât even need to see to make you a whining mess.
He delved his strong muscle inside of you, growling quietly against your cunt as you squeezed against his tongue.
He always played around a bit when he was given the pleasure of tasting you, and this time was no different. Heâd flick his tongue wildly inside of your pussy, draining your body of every ounce of that delicious juice you had to offer him, or he could take it slow, and bring you to your peak steadily.
He opted to drive you to the brink of insanity today, so he fucked you open with his tongue while rubbing frenzied circles against your clit.
You were too quiet for his liking, so he slapped gently at your clit to bring you back to your senses.
âFeels so good,â You praised him with a small stutter, dropping your hands down to your sides. Jungkook quickly took them into his much larger ones, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pulled you closer toward your orgasm.
Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly as Jungkook brought his attention back to your aching clit, catching you by surprise as he began to switch between teasing the nub and collecting the sweetness that pooled at your entrance.
âGonna cum, gonna cum soon,â You warned, and Jungkook smiled.
He began to trace patterns against your clit, your moans turning into pathetic whimpers as you teetered on the edge.
With one final graze of his teeth against your clit, you clamped your thighs around his head, and Jungkook gripped your hands tighter as he tasted your release on his tongue.
He stimulated you through your high, waiting until you released his head from between your legs before pulling away.
While you caught your breath, he tugged down his sweats and slid your panties down to your ankles, gently lifting your feet as he threw the ruined garment to the ground.
He sat down on the couch, reaching over to you to pull you up onto your knees.
âCome on, come sit on my cock.â He cooed, and you spread yourself over the tip of his length as he gripped your hips to control the pace at which you slid down onto him.
âRide you?â You asked breathlessly, and he shook his head and pulled you into his chest, just as he did earlier. Your eyelids began to sag.
âJust sit, sweetheart.â You nodded, squinting once the lights began to flicker a few times before they turned on.
âLights are back.â You mumbled sleepily. Jungkook laughed, and you smiled as you felt the vibration in your chest.
âI see.â He ran a hand up and down your back soothingly.
âIâm tired.â Jungkook hummed.
âGet some rest then.â
âLove you.â You were beginning to drift off, but not before you heard,
âI love you too.â
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genre: angst, smut, a liiittle bit of fluff in some places
word count: 6.2k (it wasnât supposed to be this LONG IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE)
ďżź warnings: eh where do i start... reader is VERY traumatized, sheâs kinda crazy too (just a little) mentions of major character death, familial issues, this fic is just very dark for like the first 2k words lol, yoongi loves his fucking sword, commoner!yoongi, king!yoongi, criminal!reader, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, hair pulling, dom!yoongi, etc.
summary: âWe can save the details for later. I accept your apology, and I really want to fucking kiss you.â
notes: inspired by @dontaskshhhhh and the daechwita mv. thereâs probably many typos as usual yâallâ
Even though you were a lowlife, you couldnât stand being handled roughly.
It wasnât your fault that you had an unfortunate upbringing. Your parents were very wealthy when you were born, but after the family business failed due to illegal scamming and falsifying of information, you were left to support yourself.
Literally. They didnât give you a single thing to live off of after the age of five, which was fine. Your grandparents took after you, and once you were able to have a say in it, you decided to never set foot in the presence of your mother and father again if you could help it.
All was fine up for the next twelve years after that, until your grandparents bailed out on you too. Something about not having the funds to support all three of you financially, although they had several beach houses to their names, and enormous retirement checks to rely on.
You had gotten used to being given up on by this point, so you werenât as emotionally devastated as you shouldâve been when youâd come home from school one day, and your grandparents had all of your belongings packed up by the front door with a nice little note on top to let you know that youâd have to find somewhere else to lay your head.
They didnât even have the decency to tell you to fuck off in person. You laugh sometimes thinking about it, since thatâs all you could do now. The past was behind you, and you canât change it. You didnât really want to, either, because you learned quite a bit from your younger self.
For starters, you learned from your previous encounters to never lay your trust in anyone ever again, even if they were to offer you everything you needed and more. Youâd made this mistake too many times to make it again. Besides, if you couldnât trust your own parents, then youâd be setting yourself up for failure if you decided to seek assurance in a stranger... no matter the relationship you may have developed with them.
Although you knew you couldnât trust anyone, you quickly learned that it was okay to take advantage of help when it was given to you.
That is how you got back on your feet, after all.
You met a good group of people.
Well, good to you, but not to the law, or outsiders.
You didnât trust them, but you allowed them to take you in. They were just like you; lost and traumatized, but they confided in one another. They didnât really have a choice, since they only had each other.
You had an amazing run with them. They made you laugh, cry, and they supported you. Just like family, you supposed. You never had a stable family to compare the kind of love they gave you to, but you figured itâd be something similar.
You never had an abundance of anything, but you had just enough, and that was okay. You were never the type of girl who desired to live lavishly anyway.
It was remarkably easy for you to pick up on their habits. You had become keen on cheating, lying, and stealing after only two months of being in their company. It came easily to you, and you used your newly developed skills to wiggle your way in and out of certain situations.
You couldnât wiggle your way out of this one, though. The cuffs on your wrists wouldnât allow for that.
You sucked in a breath as you were thrown to the ground, your knees scraping against the material of your jeans as you made impact.
âBe any fucking rougher, could you?â You hissed toward the guard over your shoulder, although you wiggled your fingers nervously behind your back.
He smirked at you, stifling a laugh as he carried his muscular frame toward the large double doors that you were forced through moments prior to being manhandled toward the ground.
âEnjoy your last few moments of life, honey.â He spit, his face falling expressionless afterward as he allowed the doors to slam shut behind himself, leaving you to your thoughts. You couldnât see his face, but you were certain that he was sporting a shit eating grin. If you could, youâd slap it off of his face.ďżź
You couldnât see a thing in the room that you were in, and you began to grow anxious as the anticipation began to eat away at you, your heartbeat thudding loudly in your chest.
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and held back a loud cry, your eyes watering as the realization finally settled upon you. You couldnât keep up your tough girl exterior anymore, and you were going to die in this pitch black room at any moment.
What if this was part of the execution? What if the room was this dark purposefully? To add to the shock factor? That would be sure get someone shaken up, knowing they could be taken out by a gunshot, a quick slice of a sword, something hanging from the ceilingâ
You paused, sniffing the tears away quickly. You knew your eyes would get puffy if you cried for any more than a few seconds, and you wanted to be remembered for being strong, not a wimp. News would spread quickly after your death, and you knew it would. It always did.
You evaluated your position for a moment. You were crying because you were afraid of death.
Seriously, you were afraid of something that was inevitable?
You choked back a laugh, a small smile cracking on your face before you burst out into a full on fit of giggles.
You wouldnât be tortured to death, and you knew that for sure. That sort of punishment was only allowed for sexual crimes, acts of severe hatred, domestic abuse, or murder.
Youâd be killed quickly, and you were crying because of that? Youâd have lost all of your street credit if word got back to your little gang.
You looked like a lunatic. Knees pressed into the ground, hands behind your back, and laughing wildly as strands of your hair flew onto your face from the occasional draft that would flow through the room.
You knew it, too, but you picked up this tip from a certain black haired boy with a scar over his eye. He used to be involved with your group of criminals.
He told you to laugh in any situation where you were put under extreme pressure. You told him that he was crazy for giving you such shitty advice, but once you tried it after being taken into custody for the first crime, you realized that he may have given you some valuable information.
âYouâll either relax a bit and take some of the stress off, or theyâll think youâre crazy and let you go. Win win, right?â
You smiled as your laughter began to die out.
Youâd always remember Yoongi, but he was dead to you now.
He was the only person in that group that you connected with. Still, you didnât trust him, but you could rely on him to help you every now and then if you needed to.
He left without a word, something about wanting to better himself. Heâd mentioned that a few times before he actually left, but you didnât think heâd follow through.
That was the first time that youâd been physically hurt when someone important to you left.
You didnât speak for a few weeks, laugh for months, or manage to take care of yourself properly for quite some time.
He was so important to you, and he knew it. He didnât care though, because he still left. Why did you care then?
You didnât.
You wouldnât have to care about anything in a few more minutes.
You rolled your neck from side to side, shaking yourself free from any final thoughts as you waited patiently for your execution.
You considered begging for your life, but there was no reason to. You didnât have anything to lose anymore.
You sat quietly for another minute or so.
Every muscle inside of your body tensed at the sound of leisurely paced footsteps striking against the ground. You felt like you were going to explode, but you managed to keep yourself together.
âLift your head.â
You immediately obeyed the request, fearful that youâd be tortured immensely if you hadnât.
You took a deep breath, stopping midway through it as you felt the cool metal of a sword press right under your chin.
The panic began to settle in again, and you began to fidget around like a fish out of water as the sword grazed the skin of your neck.
âLuckily for you, ________, stealing isnât punishable by execution.â Your eyes ballooned out of your skull, and your mouth dried instantly as you fell into a coughing fit.
âYouâd better hold your breath if you want to keep your life.â The person with the sword against your windpipe teased, and you shrieked in terror and disbelief as you confirmed that the voice belonged to who you thought was the rightful owner.
âYOONGI!â You screamed so loudly that your voice bounced off of the walls in the room and echoed back, possibly louder than the scream itself.
You werenât sure if you screamed because he was the one threatening you with a weapon, or that there was still a very large sword pressed to your jugular even though he just said that stealing isnât punishable by execution.
How would he know that, anyway?
The room began to lighten up at the same time the sword did against your neck. You were vaguely able to make out Yoongiâs figure in front of you.
You winced slightly as the lights brightened fully, and you came face to face with the sack of ass that left you to suffer years ago.
You checked your surroundings immediately afterward, confused to find that you were in the aisle of what you knew to be a temple.
Was this a fucking joke?
You werenât sure of what to say. You had questions, obviously, but you also wanted to scream at him for being an asshat and playing such a dumb prank on you.
How are you supposed to start a conversation with someone that you hadnât talked to in years, though?
Yoongi could read your confusion, a sadistic smile on his face as he walked toward you as if he had achieved something great.
He leaned down in front of you, a few pieces of his blonde hair brushing against your forehead. You thrashed around in the cuffs as he placed a light peck to your forehead, just as he did when the two of you were on good terms.
âGet the fuck off of me.â You threatened, and he hummed at your attitude.
âStill as gorgeous as ever, ________.â You bit down on the insides of your cheeks as he angled himself away from you.
He was as gorgeous as ever himself, the scar still perfectly etched into his skin as if itâd never heal, his face a bit more mature since the last time you saw him, and his hair a bright blonde instead of the shiny black it was a few years back.
You hated him.
âI hate you.â You voiced your thoughts, and Yoongi simply shrugged while taking a few steps backwards, maintaining his eye contact with you.
âYou wouldnât hate me if you knew what Iâve done for you.â He responded simply, his chocolate colored eyes squinted in distaste as he turned around on his heels, walking cooly to a chair that wouldâve resembled a Kingâs throne.
It actually was a throne, but you didnât understand why he was sitting on it. Min Yoongi was certainly no King. He was a rude and inconsiderate excuse of a friend.
Er, acquaintance, rather. You never really had friends, and youâd like to keep it that way.
âWhat are you talking about?â You asked, nose turned up in skepticism. Yoongi smiled a bit, licking his lips as he reminisced upon the events that happened a bit earlier today.
He saw you being dragged into the temple by one of his guards, struggling to keep your footsteps aligned due to the inability to control the pace of your walking.
He watched as the doors of the temple swung open and you were thrown to the ground harshly. He was hidden in the shadows as he observed the scene, immediately knowing that feisty voice of yours like the sword that he carried with him daily.
It was one of the things he loved most about you. After all, he was the one that practically made that part of you, and he didnât regret it one bit.
It pained him to know that you were brought to him under terms of execution, but he assumed this would be the way youâd turn out if you continued to involve yourself with that group of people. Thatâs why he left you on your own.
Plus, the road to becoming King didnât require the help of anyone else, and it certainly didnât require yours. This was a task that he needed to complete on his own, and now that he had, his goal was simply to remain in power.
Thatâd be easy. People feared tyrants.
Yoongi was no tyrant, but he had tyrannical tendencies, one of them being participating in the execution of prisoners. Now, it was strictly prohibited for a King to execute a commoner, but he didnât mind. Plus, he did sit back and watch most times as he was supposed to, so what was the harm?
He was the highest form of authority there was anyway, so whoâd complain to him about what he could and couldnât do?
He battled with himself to figure out a proper way to ease you out of this. He couldnât outright call the execution off, and he knew that. No one would fear a King who spared the life of some measly village girl, and Yoongi craved the fear of his people.
Perhaps he could drag you elsewhere once the guard left. If he was to be questioned about it, he could mention something about needing to speak to you privately before your execution.
No, thatâs dumb. Whoâd believe that?
Maybe he could wait just until your execution was to take place, and halt it, saying that you were wrongly convicted of your crimes?
He couldnât do that either. Youâd been caught stealing multiple times before, and your criminal record was long enough to prove that you were the right person sentenced to death.
So, Yoongi lost about half of his dignity when he marched right up to the guard that dragged you inside, and asked him to let you be.
Of course, the guard agreed, but Yoongiâs ego had faltered momentarily.
He gained all of that dignity back, though, when he heard you scream his name while kneeling with your hands cuffed behind your back.
What a sight to see.
Yoongi glanced back down at you from his throne, a cocky smile on his face as he shifted his position in the gigantic chair, turning his body slightly sideways as he threw his legs over the side of it.
âNothing, so I guess youâre right. I havenât done a thing to help you.â He shrugged, bending over onto the ground to grab his scabbard. He slid the sword into it with practiced ease and dropped it to the ground.
The sound of the weapon scraping against the sides of the holder caused you to cringe, and you jumped as the sound of it hitting the floor bounced off of the walls a few times, just as your scream did earlier.
You gulped at the thought, wondering if he really would have killed you if he had gotten the chance.
âWhatâs your deal with them anyway?â Yoongi questioned after a few moments of thick silence. Your head snapped up to meet his eyes the moment he began to speak.
âI donât have to answer anything you ask me, and itâs none of your business.â You responded, and Yoongi quirked an eyebrow.
âI wouldâve assumed that youâd catch on a little earlier. You have always been a smart girl, but I suppose all of the thieving and lying caught up with you after a few years.â You said nothing, suddenly feeling overwhelming guilt.
âYou do have to answer everything I ask you, actually. I canât kill you for stealing, but I can kill you for treason.â You scoffed. There he was, playing the royalty card again.
âTreason? Yoongi, give it up. You canât be executed for treason toward a commoner. Have you lost your mind?â He narrowed his eyes at you and stood up, taking the short walk toward you again.
âYou are a commoner, ________. I am not.â You were tired of his dumb breakdowns.
âWhat are you supposed to be then?â You smirked, and Yoongi returned the smirk with a lick of his lips.
You watched with furrowed eyebrows as he shrugged the thick black jacket he was wearing off of his slim shoulders, and you inhaled a shaky breath as you vaguely made out the emblem of the kingdom on both of his shoulders in the dim lighting of the temple.
âOh my fucking God.â Your voice cracked as you whispered, your bottom lip trembling in defeat as you realized your humongous fuck up.
You slowly lifted your head, immediately meeting Yoongiâs eye contact. He jutted his bottom lip out to mock you, before quickly twisting his lips into a sly smile.
âYou know what to do.â You nodded, lowering your upper body to the ground slowly.
You werenât low enough to the ground for his liking, so he grabbed his sword and retrieved it from its covering, and pressed the dull side of it against the back of your head to force you lower. Your forehead was touching the ground.
âBetter.â He sighed, holding you there for a few seconds before placing the sword back at his side. When you no longer felt the pressure of it on your head, you deemed it okay to lift yourself up.
Your mind was pooling with questions.
âPenny for your thoughts?â He joked, placing the sword in front of him as he stacked both of his hands onto its handle.
âHow?â You asked weakly, and he feigned confusion.
âHow are you King? You canât be King with that scar over your eye.â You wanted to find any plausible fault to the idea that he was King.
âWhy canât I?â He asked with a cock of his head. The question was meant to be unanswered, but you stupidly responded anyway.
âThe scar symbolizes impuritiââ
âThen I must be pretty powerful, hm?â He laughed, swinging the sword off of the ground to rest on top of his shoulder. He gave you a pity glance as he took a few steps to land himself behind you.
âIâm not going to put you in prison.â He sighed heavily, as if the admittance of him allowing you freedom hurt his conscious dearly.
âWhy not?â You asked eagerly, trying desperately not to show how excited you were as your fingers twitched behind your back.
âIâm not going to imprison you, but I need you to make me a promise.â He said, removing the sword from his shoulder as he slid it in the space between your back and the chain of the handcuffs.
You stood deathly still.
âAnything.â You responded instantaneously. Youâd regret it later.
Or maybe you wouldnât.
âDonât let me see your face around here again.â What?
Around the temple? In the village? Where were you supposed to go?
âIââ He placed his foot against your lower back, digging his shoe into your skin through the fabric as he tugged the sword forcefully toward himself, successfully breaking the chain of the cuffs and sending it flying backward.
You moaned at the feeling, bringing your wrists in front of you as you twisted each of them around a few times to rid yourself of any stiff muscles.
âGet out.â
â˘â˘â˘
âYou called me back here?â You sighed, leaning your head against the opened doors as Yoongi hummed with a small nod.
âYes, I did. Come in, and close the doors behind you.â You raised an eyebrow, although you shut the temple doors and walked down the aisle that would lead you to Yoongiâs throne.
He stood up from his royal seat, walking halfway down the aisle to meet you. You took the time to notice his appearance. He was dressed just like he was when you saw him a few years ago before he completely vanished. Baggy clothes, low rise sneakers, and a few chains dangling from his neck.
You held an unimpressed expression as you stood face to face with him, but seeing him dressed like this gave you a small bit of satisfaction. Of course, you wouldnât tell him that though.
Unknown to you, Yoongi chose to dress like this to keep you comfortable with him. He needed you to be a bit vulnerable if you are going to hear him out, and he knew this would be one step closer to achieving that vulnerability.
Plus, he was taking you out today. Yes, to explain everything thatâs happened during the past couple of years while he wasnât around, but also for his personal satisfaction.
He missed you just as much as you missed him.
âWeâre going to that little spot a few minutes away from here. The one we always used toââ
âI know, Yoongi. I really donât want to bring up the past anymore.â You stopped him, holding your hand up as you cut him off in the middle of his sentence. You didnât mean to come off so harshly, but the years of emotional trauma didnât make that easy for you.
Yoongi nodded once, although he felt a little pang in his chest in you basically admitting that you didnât want to go to the special place the two of you created a few years back, and you probably didnât even want to be with him right now.
âSure, okay.â He sighed, clearing his throat as he walked toward a hidden back entrance that he used at times to leave the temple.
You watched as he took his first few steps, before turning over his shoulder to stare at you with annoyance written all over his features.
âAre you going to follow me, or are you just going to stand there and look stupid?â You rolled your eyes and began to follow after him, Yoongi turning back toward the front once you caught up with him.
He continued to walk, and you desperately tried to fight the smile that was tugging at your lips as bits and pieces of the Yoongi you knew were starting to shine through.
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The walk to the secluded spot by that small river that you remember so fondly was uncomfortable and stuffy.
Neither of you said a word, simply letting the leaves crunching under the both of your shoes fill the silence.
The sun was beginning to set, and the rays cast a beautiful shadow over the river. It looked just as it did the last time you were here.
That day⌠that day was the happiest youâd been in years.
That was also the day Yoongi got his scar.
âWhere the fuck did you go?â Yoongi asked, laughing loudly as he stumbled over a few branches while searching for you behind the trees and shrubs near the river.
âIâm never playing hide and seek with you again. Youâre an asshole for this.â You chuckled, immediately clasping your hand over your mouth as you hoped desperately that he hadnât heard.
But, it was Yoongi. Of course heâd heard.
âYour cute little laugh is going to get you in trouble.â You ducked lower behind the shrub in front of you, peering out over the edge to see if you could see his shadow approaching.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when you couldnât see him anymore, squinting and leaning forward a bit to see if your eyes were playing tricks on you.
Yoongi snuck up behind you, cursing under his breath when you snapped your head in his direction.
You hadnât fully processed that it was Yoongi when he finally came into view and attempted to scare you, so you pushed him backward roughly. This sent him tumbling over a rock, and his face smashed against the forest floor.
âOh my God!â You screamed, running over to him, your black combat boots seeming to be too heavy at that moment.
He was breathing heavily and holding one side of his face, and when you rolled him onto his back, the sight of the blood creeping between his fingers was enough to make you pull him up to his feet, and you dragged him all the way back to the village within a handful of minutes.
You had ripped off a piece of your oversized shirt and wrapped it over his eyes sometime during this process.
The two of you were spotted by a group of people as you neared the village again, and they helped you pull Yoongi to the home of a medic who would sew his skin together.
He had the stitches for two months, and even after they removed, he still had the scar.
You felt terrible, but you never got the chance to apologize.
He left the day after his stitches were removed.
â________.â
You gnawed on your bottom lip.
â________!â Yoongi shouted, and you came to with a small jolt.
âIâm sorry.â The words tumbled from your lips effortlessly, and it felt so, so good after all these years.
You walked quickly to meet Yoongi as he sat near the edge of the river, the wind blowing lightly which made his hair a disheveled mess.
âIâm so sorry, Yoongi.â You repeated, clearly this time as you sat down next to him, keeping a few feet between the two of you because you werenât sure where your emotions were at the moment, and you certainly werenât sure what he was feeling.
There was an awkward silence.
âWhat?â He laughed, the confusion evident on his face.
âWhat are you talking about?â You scratched nervously at your arm as he scooted a bit closer to you.
A part of you wanted to condemn him, but a larger part of you wanted him to stay right next to you.
âIâm really sorry about the scar. You left before I could apologize, and itâs been making me feel so guilty for the past couple of years, butââ Yoongi shook his head, taking your hand into his as he intertwined your fingers with his, just like he used to back then.
You let your hand flop loosely in his.
âIsnât it a little obvious that I donât mind it? If anything, Iâm happy that you fucked my face up.â He joked, his gummy smile slowly fading as he looked from the river to your paling face.
âWhyâd you leave?â You asked, the light mood falling. Yoongi took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He knew he couldnât avoid this question, but he hoped that youâd at least wait a bit before bringing up this topic.
âI told you, I need to better myself.â You let go of his hand.
âBullshit!â You exclaimed, Yoongi simply turning his head to look at you as your face began to heat in anger.
âIt had something to do with me, and I know it does. Why lie now? Why bring me to this special spot to lie, Yoongi?â He took a small gulp, looking away from you and out toward the landscape. He couldnât utter these next few words while staring at your face.
âI wouldnât have become King if I was in love with a criminal.â He stated nonchalantly. You froze.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â You stood up, and Yoongi stood up as well, just in case you were planning to run away and get yourself into trouble as you usually did when you couldnât handle your emotions.
âI had to let you go if I wanted to change, ________. Youâre not good for me, and Iâm not good for you.â His voice began to thin out the longer he spoke, fighting back a sob.
âAre you trying to say that Iâm a bad influence?â You couldnât believe what you were hearing.
âAre you seriously trying to say that I am not good for you , when youâre the person that I got into the most trouble with in that entire fucking group?â You shook your head as you spoke, refusing to believe that he was saying you werenât good for him.
âWhy donât you tell me the real reason that you left, hm? I can handle the truth, and I deserve to know after waiting for so long. Believe me, you wonât have to worry about seeing me again after this.â Yoongi was seething, his hands clenched into fists by his sides as he tried to steady his breathing.
He wasnât going to get angry.
He was going to explain himself to you calmly.
âDid you not just hear me fucking say that Iâm in love with you?â His voice dropped to a whisper, as he began to take slow strides toward you.
Youâd seemed to have forgotten that in the midst of your yelling at him.
âI taught you a handful of things back then, but Iâm fairly sure that knowing when to shut up was one of them.â You looked over your shoulder as you took a step backward whenever he took one forward, but if you continued like this then youâd end up with your back against a tree.
This was not some cliche love story, and you werenât the main character.
You stepped to the side to avoid bumping into the tree.
Yoongi took a side step as well, standing still for a few seconds before he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pressed you up against the tree by his arm.
âYou were going to hinder me from my goal, ________. Thereâs no way in hell Iâd be able to focus while having you by my side.â His grip on you loosened as he continued to speak.
âI thought if I was away from you that Iâd forget about everything, but that made it worse. There wasnât a single day that came where you wouldnât pass my mind.â You pressed your head backwards against the tree in exasperation.
âWhy couldnât you take me with you?â You asked, sadness evident in your voice. Yoongiâs heart clenched as he read you like his favorite book.
âI wanted you to be there for the result, not the work that it took to get there. Iâd come back for you when I was better off, but I didnât have to. You came to me.â Yoongi leaned in closer toward you.
âWell, you didnât come to me, per say. I brought you to me.â You scoffed.
âYou did what?â Dealing with him was an emotional roller coaster, but you still wanted the first seat on the ride.
âWe can save the details for later. I accept your apology, and I really want to fucking kiss you.â You opened your mouth to respond, but Yoongi leaned in for this kiss anyway.
He molded his soft lips against yours with ease. You awkwardly left your eyes open, but upon seeing him with his closed as the passion radiated in the way he kissed you, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to slip into his embrace.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, the kiss quickly shifting from pure and energetic love to uncontrollable and messy lust for one another.
Yoongi broke the kiss first, and you chased his lips as he pulled away. You whimpered in defeat as he used his grip on your waist to turn you around, your hands pressed against the bark of the tree.
He roughly tugged your jeans down your legs, not having the patience to unbutton them fully. You flinched as you heard a twig snap somewhere in the distance, and you looked over your shoulder at Yoongi with fear etched onto your features.
âWeâre going to get fucking caught.â You laughed, although you were deathly afraid of being found with the Kingâs dick buried snuggly inside of your pulsing cunt.
âIâm a King, baby. Iâm the boss. I donât give a fuck about someone stumbling back here.â He spoke, while working quickly at the zipper of his jeans.
âBesides, Iâll be quick.â He moaned out in satisfaction as he finally freed his cock from its confines. He tugged your panties to the side with one of his fingers, slapping his length against your throbbing clit a handful of times before lining himself up with your inviting warmth.
âKind of difficultâoh shit,â He paused in the middle of his sentence as he slid his cock into you, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of being so full after so, so long.
âKind of difficult to wait for something that youâve been wanting for aâfor a while, especially when itâs right in front of you.â He huffed into your ear, gathering your hair up in one of his hands to force you to arch you back more.
âFuck. You okay, baby girl? I know this is a tight fit, cause youâre squeezing the shit out of my dick.â Yoongi waited patiently for your okay, although that didnât stop him from rocking his hips against you slowly to offer himself some sort of relief.
ââm okay. Just fuck me, please.â You begged, and Yoongi hastily obliged. He kept his hand tangled between your locks, as he brought his free hand down to your hip.
He set a gut-destroying pace instantly, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass somehow louder than theyâd be if the two of you were in a secluded room.
âYou can consider this your punishment for giving me so much shit talk yesterday. Look at you now, huh? Canât get a single fucking word out, can you?â You whined as he dug his fingernails into your hip, his thrusts so vigorous and powerful that you would scrape the skin of your thighs against the tree every now and then.
Your legs twitched as you neared your high, a noise sounding like somewhat of a feminine growl climbing its way out from the back of your throat as you held your breasts in your hands, flicking your nipples between your fingers to coax yourself closer to the edge.
âGood girl. Lose yourself on my cock.â Yoongi was near his climax as well, the way your pussy was sucking him in combined with his cock grazing the material of your panties every few thrusts enough to send him straight toward that euphoric feeling.
There was something so primal about him taking you up against a tree, where seemingly anyone could find the two of you. No strings attached (yet), just pure, sexual need.
âCum with me. I want that.â Yoongi snarled into your ear, and you nodded eagerly as he slid his hand across your stomach and down toward your clit.
He only managed to rub a few quick circles against the sensitive nub before you began to thrash wildly underneath him.
âStay still.â He warned you, and you tried desperately to obey him as hot bliss took over momentarily, and your muscles spasmed beneath Yoongi as he used your pussy to chase his high as well, pulling out to cum on your back.
He slid your pants back up, before turning you around to try and button them. You were shaking too much, though, and it was starting to frustrate him.
â________, stay stâSHIT!â
Yoongi yelled as he began to tumble backward, making sure to pull you with him this time.
Your intense shaking caused Yoongi to trip over himself and fall backward, causing the both of you to end up plummeting into the cold river water.
âDamnit!â You cursed, and Yoongi just laughed as he rubbed his eyes free of the water that managed to seep into them.
âYouâre quite the klutz.â He commented, running his hand through his hair as he slyly noticed the way your shirt began to grow more and more sheer as it soaked in the water.
âYouâre quite the asshole.â You playfully rolled your eyes, squealing when Yoongi snagged your shirt into his hands and pulled you into his hold once more.
âAccidents just seem to happen at this river, donât they?â You asked, and Yoongi shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucked your head underneath his chin.
âYeah, but theyâre also the best memories.â You tilted your head up to look at Yoongiâs face, and his eyes were closed.
Why do you always miss the memo?
Just as you were about to close your eyes, Yoongi splashed your face with a bit of water from the river.
You gasped and pulled away from him, mustering up the most threatening glare you could give.
âWhy would you do that when Iâm already wet?â He smirked.
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warnings: sensual touches in public, jungkook is kiiiind of an asshole to that one guy whoâs left in the gym, etc.
summary: ask your trainer out, she said. itâll be fine, she said.
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âTonight?â You repeated to your friend, confusion evident on your face as she hummed in confirmation at what you just asked her.
âYep, doesnât start til eleven though. Maybe thatâll give you some time to recover after your training session with that dude.â She paused, and you raised an eyebrow.
âWhatâs his name again? John?â You wanted to hang your head in disappointment, but you didnât want to crash your car, so you opted to sighing loudly instead so your friend could know that she fucked up.
âHis name is Jungkook, but I guess the effort was there.â You laughed as your friend groaned loudly. You could practically see the eye roll on her face.
âRight, thatâs what I said.â It was now your turn to roll your eyes, and you did so as you turned the corner that led you directly to the gym you had your training sessions with Jungkook at.
âYou know, maybe you should ask him to come to the party with you. Taehyung is going to be there, and this would be your perfect chance to make him jealous.â You shook your head, forgetting that she couldnât see you for a moment.
You broke up with Taehyung right before you graduated from high school. He was an alright guy; just couldnât keep it in his pants.
You caught him cheating on you. You werenât particularly hurt by it, seeing as you had only been dating him for a year (give or take a few months), but you couldnât deny that it stung a bit whenever you thought back to it.
Now heâs going to the same college as you, and heâs still kept the same habits heâs had since high school.
You jolted to your senses as you almost missed the turn into the gym, fully knowing that Jungkook would make you suffer if were even a second late.
He was very harsh on punctuality.
âI donât have a reason to make him jealous. Thatâs not my problem anymore.â As much as youâd deny that you didnât have any malice toward him anymore, your hands still tightened around your steering wheel at the mention of his name.
You quickly pulled into the parking lot of the gym, grabbing your phone and your gym bag as you headed straight for the entrance.
âWhatever youâre gonna say next, make it quick. Iâm not allowed to be on my phone during training.â Your friend snickered.
âNot allowed? What, is he gonna punish you or something?â You almost tripped over the concrete outside as you pulled the heavy gym doors open.
âThatâs enough of you for today.â You whispered, as you quickly scurried toward the back of the gym where you always began your sessions.
âNo, Iââ You pulled the phone away from your ear and quickly ended the call.
Youâd apologize for that later.
Maybe.
Once you reached the back of the gym, you were relieved to see that Jungkook wasnât there. Thatâd give you some time to throw your phone into your bag and begin stretching.
You tossed the bag to the ground and opened it, throwing your phone into a random compartment before zipping it back up.
You grabbed your mat out of your bag and hurriedly unrolled it. It was probably crooked, but that wasnât important at the moment.
You quickly fell into a simple stretch, in which your hands were placed directly under your shoulders on the ground, and your pelvis was pressed into the mat as you arched your back forward.
You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, and when you opened them again, Jungkook was standing in front of you with his arms crossed.
He was wearing a thin black shirt that defined the muscles of his torso perfectly, black shorts that made his thighs look delicious as he unconsciously flexed them, and his hair was pulled back in that infamous man bun that youâd never get accustomed to no matter how many times you walked into this gym.
God, he looked so fucking good.
âShit.â You cursed under your breath, but he probably heard you anyway.
âYouâre late.â He said, his jaw clenched as he stared down at your tense form.
It had suddenly come to your realization that you hadnât moved from your position, so you quickly pushed yourself onto your heels and stood up.
His eyes followed you closely, trailing up your figure slowly as you stood.
âOh, please do continue stretching.â He spoke, a sarcastic smile on his face as he motioned his hands in the direction of the mat.
âIâm...alright. I, uh, I stretched before I came.â You quickly formulated a lieâ a terrible one, but it was all you could think of.
âMm? Perhaps thatâs why you were so late, then?â You felt as if you were getting scolded by a teacher.
âLook, it was one time! Cut me some slack, Kook?â Thatâs what he told you to call him after he deemed the two of you close enough after youâd been training with him for almost a year now.
âI saw that you were on your phone, too.â He tsked as he reached down and went straight for your bag.
âWoah, whatâre you doing?â You asked, as he went straight for the area of the bag that you threw your phone into and pulled it out.
âYou can have it back when weâre finished.â He glanced at the screen for a moment, before he placed it on the counter that was to the right of him.
That would be fine then, you thought to yourself. The session was only an hour.
âYouâre staying until closing tonight.â Your eyes bulged out of your skull.
âUntil closing? Youâre insane, thatâs at ten!â It was only seven.
He shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
âIf you do well, I wonât charge you.â He walked around so he was behind you and tapped your back twice, which was his signal for you to drop to the ground.
You didnât, as you were still stuck on the idea that he wanted you to train for three fucking hours.
And now that you thought about it, you really wouldnât mind going to that party.
âCan we work something out? Iâve got something to do later tonight.â Jungkook snorted in disbelief.
âYouâre not skipping my training to do something else, especially since youâve already wasted enough of my time. Youâre going to make it up to me. Drop.â He waited for you to follow his instructions, and when you didnât, he leaned in closer to you so his mouth was hovering over your ear.
âPut your hands and knees on the fucking ground.â
You inhaled shakily, although you complied and dropped to your hands and knees.
Jungkook had never stretched with you before... or, watch you stretch in general, so this was quite the surprise to you.
âHereâs what weâre going to do.â Jungkook dropped down on top of you, pressing your back down toward the mat so now you were in the position from just a moment ago.
âLetâs just do some simple stretches today.â He hummed, as he ran his cold hands down your back while digging his fingers into the stuff muscles.
âYouâre whimping out on me, _____. I donât train whimps.â He roughly grabbed your hips and adjusted your position, so you were now fully bent over with your ass hovering just over his crotch.
You tapped your fingernails against your mat anxiously, knowing how this would look to anyone that would walk by, even if he was just your personal trainer.
âYour form is absolutely atrocious.â He commented nonchalantly, using this as an excuse to grip the sides of your waist and pull you in closer towards him so he could âadjust your postureâ.
You squeezed your eyes shut, wondering why you were enjoying this so much.
Even though the two of you had always carried some sexual tension, he had never been so forward with you before, and you were wondering what made his resolve fizzle out so much to the point where he was basically air fucking you.
âI guess I should tell you that you received a text message when I grabbed your phone out of your bag.â He ran his hands lightly over the curves of your ass.
You instantly lifted your head at the small touch, but he quickly told you to put it back down, and you did.
âSo, you gonna ask the hot trainer to the party or not?â He spoke mockingly, laughing as he heard you curse under your breath at the mistake your friend didnât even know she made.
âThat likely explains why you were late, right?â He pulled you toward him completely, your upper body now off of the ground.
You were on your knees as he stood silently behind you.
âYou working up the courage to ask me out, honey?â You huffed, and he smirked. He loved getting under your skin.
âDonât worry, hmm? I can make this a bit easier for you.â Jungkook stood to his full height and walked toward the front of the gym, leaving you alone in the back with your thoughts.
He surveyed the area for any remaining people, rolling his eyes when he saw one last man running on the treadmill.
âHey!â Jungkook yelled, figuring the guy would hear him because he didnât have headphones in.
When he continued to run, Jungkook mumbled something under his breath before he began to approach the man.
He stood in front of him with an extremely plastic smile, although he was tapping his foot impatiently against the ground.
âHey, man. Due to some equipment malfunctions, Iâm going to have to ask you to leave.â The man snorted and continued running.
âThis treadmill works completely fine, and so does everything else in this gym.â Jungkookâs smile dropped, and he raised an eyebrow as he reached for the plug that powered the treadmill and pulled it out of the wall.
The man opened his mouth, probably to yell at Jungkook, but he held up his hand and pointed toward the door.
âLeave, or your membership with us is going to be revoked.â The man rolled his eyes.
âPermanently.â Jungkook added, and watched with a small smile as the man shot him a glare, grabbed his car keys and gym bag, and headed straight for the door.
Jungkook dropped the plug to the treadmill and walked calmly over to the door, glancing outside before he locked it and switched off the open sign.
He then made his way back to you, where you were quickly packing your things into your bag. If he was going to close the gym, that meant your session was over, and you wouldnât have to bust your ass trying to keep up with him for another three hours.
âSomething the matter?â Jungkook asked, feigning confusion as he watched you stuff everything into your bag with a cocky smile.
âGymâs closed, isnât it?â You responded as you picked up your bag and turned to face him with an eyebrow raised.
âNot for you.â He simply stated, as he grabbed the strap of your bag off of your shoulder and threw it back down to the ground.
You stared at him, and he stared back at you as the lights of the gym began to dim a bit.
âWhat?â You asked after a few silent seconds, cringing at the sound of your own voice as it came out small and fearful.
âHavenât you got something to ask me?â You were going to ask him what the hell he was on sbout, before you remembered that he said he read your text message.
âShe was kidding. Can I go now?â Jungkook shrugged as he stepped closer to you. You stepped backward, falling right into his plan of successfully trapping you against the wall.
âNo, you can not.â He ran his hands over your arms, and down toward the tips of your fingers as he maintained eye contact with you.
âYou do have two other options, though.â He explained. You hummed, signaling for him to continue.
Suddenly, the party didnât seem so interesting anymore.
âEither you can be a good girl, and ask me out like the text read, or you can sit here and do cardio for the next three hours.â You bit your lip.
âIâm paying you for this?â You joked, although it was received as a whisper.
Jungkook nodded as he leaned in closer to you.
âEither option will result in you receiving a full body workout, so itâs your call.â
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âWhat is it that youâre trying to do?â Namjoon asked.
You said nothing.
âBecause I can promise you that whatever it is, it isnât working very well.â Namjoon put his pen down and took his glasses off. He turned around in his office chair so he could face you.
You sat on the couch in the room with your arms and legs crossed.Â
âIâm not trying to do anything, Namjoon.â He clenched his jaw and raised an eyebrow while turning his head to the side.
âYouâre the one who called me up here anyway.â You whispered under your breath.Â
He stood up slowly, both of his hands in his pockets as he approached you. You knew better than to move to avoid him, so you sat there with your gaze trained on his face.
He liked it when you looked into his eyes.
âI know that you havenât been with me that long, so let me run a few things by you.â You jumped a bit at his touch as he ran one of his hands up towards your chest and over your collarbones.
He used that same hand to lightly caress the skin of your neck, before he wrapped his large hand around your tiny throat.
He held his hand there as he walked around toward the back of the couch, so he could lean down to whisper in your ear.
His hand tightened around your neck.
âIâm not much of an attitude person, darlinâ.â He whispered, using his thumb to push your chin up so he could cut off some of your circulation.
âAnd Iâm never going to hurt you, but I will embarrass you.â He laughed lightly as you gulped.
âUnless youâd like to keep up your attitude, that is. If that, for some stupid reason, is what youâd like to do, then Iâll be sure to give you a tour of the torture room once I get a chance.â
KSJ:
âWhy arenât you eating?âÂ
You continued to ignore him, typing away on your phone as his anger grew.
âDonât you hear me talking to you?â You took a glance at him from the living room couch as he stood in the kitchen with his hands on his hips.
âIâm not hungry, Jin.â He gave himself a couple of seconds to register what you said.
He stared up at the ceiling and took a deep breath, before he began to walk toward the living room.
Your attitude toward him was growing day by day, and he was sick and tired of it.
Although you knew this, you were definitely surprised when he snatched your phone out of your hands and dropped it against the hardwood floor.
He leaned down a bit so he was eye level with you, and grabbed the fabric of your shirt and balled up into his fist.
The house servants stood in shock.
âYou are dismissed.â Jin said to them.
When there was no movement, he turned to look behind himself at them.
âGet out.â He growled. You watched in fear as they all scurried out of the ground floor and either went up the stairs, or ran into another room to try and busy themselves.
He turned his attention back to you.
âIâm sorr-â
âI donât want to hear it.â He grunted. You sat silently.
âYouâve had nice meals prepared for you every single day this week by the house cook. Youâve been giving me attitude constantly, and all you do every single day is sit there and stare at your fucking phone screen.â
He let go of your shirt and picked up your phone off of the ground and held it in his hand.
Your eyes widened.
âIâll be going through this. You havenât got anything to hide, do you?â
MYG:
âY/N?â Yoongi yelled. You were in the room next to his office which was where he was, so you just opened the door and poked your head inside.
âYes?â You smiled lightly. He returned the small smile and held up his hand.
âCome here.â He curled his pointer finger toward himself.
You furrowed your eyebrows and hesitantly stepped inside.
âClose the door behind you.â He said nonchalantly, as he began to type away on his computer.
You gently shut the door, and walked over to his desk. You stood a good distance away like he had taught you to a while back.
Well, he never taught you-- you learned the hard way.
âYou can come a little closer, baby.ââ He laughed.
You took one step closer to him.
His smile fell, and he reached out to grab your arm and yank you into his lap.
He wrapped his left arm uncomfortably tight around your waist as he began to click away at his computer again.
âWe promised to always be honest with each other, right?â You nodded, smiling a bit as you did so.
âGood, good.â He hummed to himself, clicking a few more buttons on his computer before he pushed the screen toward you.
âCould you tell me who Jinsoo is, then?â You froze.
âI--â
âI think itâs a pretty stupid idea to make the password to your email your birthday, darlinâ. It wasnât difficult whatsoever to hack into.â You felt like crying.
How could you forget to delete the fucking emails?
âI guess I should be glad that you didnât flat out text him. Maybe you do have a little bit of respect left for me.â He laughed.
âHeâs just a high school friend Yoongi, I swear. He found me through my social media and asked for my email.â Yoongi rolled his eyes.
âHe was a high school friend.â He corrected you lazily as he ran a hand through his hair.
âYou didnât. Please tell me you didnât.â Yoongi ignored you and soothingly ran a hand up and down your back, before his hand trailed up to your scalp and he gripped a fistful of your hair.
He forced you to lay over his lap, as he pulled up your shirt to reveal your ass.
âHow many spanking are we thinking, hm?â
JHS:
Hoseok smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
The two of you were going on a date today.
He grabbed the bouquet of flowers that he bought for you off of the counter as he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, where he told you to wait for him when you were ready.
He told you to get dressed before him, because he knew that itâd take you some time. He didnât mind at all, though.
He enjoyed it when you made yourself up just for him.
He entered the living room, the flowers behind his back as he saw your beautiful figure lax against the couch.
He cocked his head to the side in confusion.
âI thought I told you to meet me down here when you were ready?â He smiled out of confusion.
You turned to face him, unaware of his presence until now.
âOh, I am ready!â Hoseok shook his head and set the flowers down on the coffee table.
âNo, you arenât.â You knew what he was referring to-- the dress.
Hoseok bought you a different dress for every single date. You appreciated the gesture, but you decided to just wear something that you could actually move around in without worrying about something slipping.
âWhat the hell is this?â He stepped closer to you and raked his eyes up and down your body.
You looked delectable as always, but that didnât mean that he was satisfied with your appearance.
âI decided not to wear the dress today.â He opened his mouth, but you continued to talk anyway.
That was his biggest pet peeve.
âI thought that it was a little short-- and p-plus I know that you donât like it when other people look at me, s-so I figured that-- ah!â You yelled when he pulled you up off of the couch.
âYouâre right. I donât like it when other people look at you.â He tore your flimsy shirt apart with his hands.
âTheyâll never get a chance to be with you, though, so I donât mind showing you off. He yanked your jeans down to your ankles.
You let him-- you knew better than to fight him.
You wanted to leave the house with fully functioning legs.
Just as he began ordering you to take the jeans off completely, his phone dinged.
âLimoâs here.â He smiled evilly, and grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the door with him.
âHoseok!â He said nothing.
âBaby, please!â You yelled.Â
He looked at you over his shoulder.
âI canât go out like this. You know that.â He cocked his head to the side and feigned confusion.
âNo?â He asked. You shook your head slowly.
He scowled.
âThen you better go put that fucking dress on.â