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jungkook makes you drop the fork, guiding your hands around his neck and wrapping his muscly ones around your waist. he nuzzles his face into your neck, his freshly washed hair tickling your chin. you run your fingers through the slightly damp locks, envious of his always shiny hair.

"drop your haircare routine already," you mumble, rubbing your fingers over his temples when he practically moans in relief. "i use whatever you use, baby. let me do your hair next time, hmm?" he replies in between the impromptu massage, hands sneaking under your oversized tshirt, splayed over your back like a splash of warmth.

"everything hasn't been the best exactly but i still feel guilty," jungkook admits 3 pancakes in, head on your chest and hand over his filled tummy. "guilty? why?" you ask curiously, thumbs rubbing over his pink knuckles. "i'm not exactly underprivileged, you know? but there are days where i have to remind myself that people would actually kill to be where i am right now and have the things I want, it reminds me to not freak out over things like the wifi not working or something like that," he rambles, going on with saying that he reminds himself of his daily blessings despite going through harrowing times, never failing to feel grateful for everything he sees and gets. including you, he says sincerely.

"stressed but blessed seems like the appropriate title for what i'm feeling right now," jungkook chuckles, trying to melt further into you. you're silent, hands rubbing his back gently and playing with his hair. you've always admired him, for a variety of things. he's always been humble and gentle and kind, never failing to speak out a word or show a small action of gratitude for the most mundane of things you do for him. you got him that blueberry crumble from that place he really likes? he kisses your cheek and mumbles out 'thank you' like a prayer. you're still like a fluffy pillow, serving as a resting place for his tired head? he's on you in an instant, squeezing your waist in silent appreciation.

your eyes dart to his hand coming to your peripheral vision, brushing away your bangs. his sweet and hardworking hands. never failing to rub your back so you slip out of sleep's tight hold in the mornings, tying your hair into a bun when you get frustrated with it, handling you with the utmost care when you don't exactly feel your best. you take his large ones into your own, happy crescents meeting his when you place the smallest of kisses on his latest boxing bruise.

his sparkly eyes are tattooed to your brain, always making sure to bright up the darkest spots in your mind. they're the first thing you see in sleepy dawn and the last when you're finally in bed at late dusk. they always meet you in a room full of enigmatic eyes and yet they never fail to make you get lost in them. they provide you with the best comfort you can ever find, always losing yourself to their never ending warmth.

his strong arms squeeze around you when place a chaste kiss on his temple, feeling a smile in your neck. the arms which never fail to make you feel at home, snaking their way around you and making themselves comfortable. they sometimes serve as a mode of transport too, carrying you from the bedroom to the living room or when jungkook feels like you don't need to walk all the way to kitchen, picking you up and setting you on the counter. your hands slide to the pretty vines wrapped around you, tracing the intricate designs on his bicep.

everything about him, head to toe, every tiny mole to his boopable nose and his squishy cheeks, makes your heart ache in the most loving way possible. jungkook props his chin on your chest, head tilted to the side, wondering why you've been silent for the last half hour. your eyes are suddenly watering, hands flying to cover your face.

"darling? look at me, please. was it something i said? it wasn't offensive, right?"

you let out a watery laugh, fingers swiping at the underside of your eyes.

"you, it's you."

jungkook's even more confused now, sitting up and pulling you up with him. "but i'm your koo, baby, i can't make you cry. these are good tears, yes? please tell me they're happy tears."

you all but fall into him, hiding your face in his tshirt and letting your arms fall loosely around his lithe waist. "yes, koo, they're happy tears. i just love you too much," you say, going on to say it's the sugar talking and that in hindsight, sprinkling 145 grams of powdered sugar along with strawberry jam wasn't exactly the bestest midnight snack you've made so far. jungkook is quick to disagree, saying that what you did tonight was basically art.

"there you go again, baby, you do know that not everything i do is a work of art, right?"

"says the walking and talking masterpiece!"

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You crane your head to smile at him when he presses a soft kiss to your neck, and your lips meet briefly. When you pull away, he brushes your lip with his thumb, his eyes shining in that Jungkook way, the way you love and adore.

"You taste like hot chocolate," he murmurs, a faint smile tugging at his lips, which you return easily. It's so easy to smile with him, to be with him, to love him. Loving Jungkook is... it's something that you will never be able to express, no matter how many words you learn. Love in itself is like that; there will never be a word to express the exactly feeling he gives you. 

Some words come close. Home. You feel safe, as he tightens his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder, both of you staring at a view you've seen a hundred times and yet have never grown tired of. You feel safe, you feel secure, you feel loved and wanted and cared for, but it's more than that. No amount of words, of poetry, of songs — none of it will ever be enough to describe how you feel when you look at him. And yet somehow, you know he knows, and you know he feels it too. It's a deeper understanding, beyond spoken word, a connection that the only the two of you can have, and it makes you feel like the only two people in the world. And in a way, you are — you are the only two people that matter in your little universe that the both of you have created for yourselves.

You tilt your head against his. "I love you." Even if the words aren't enough, they're the closest thing you have, and damn you if you aren't going to say them every opportunity you get,

"I love you too," he murmurs back, kissing your cheek. "You're in a thoughtful mood today," he hums affectionately. "What are you thinking about?"

"You," you confess honestly. "Me. Us. Our life."

He doesn't say anything, just waits for you to continue.

"I'm so happy," you say softly, and the tone you say it in — almost disbelieving — makes him smile.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you whisper, your head back to resting against his. "You know, when I was fifteen, I dreamt of you."

"Of me?" He cocks a brow.

"Not you specifically," you explain with a giggle that makes him smile instinctively. "Just... something like this. Like us. And it's so, so much better than I could ever have dreamed."

He squeezes you tighter, and you know what he's trying to say with that. Me too.

"Like... we have a flat. And it's warm and cosy and has a nice view, and I have hot chocolate and I'm sitting and looking at a beautiful view and I have you right next to me, loving me and I feel so... full. So, so, so happy." 

Jungkook can't help himself. He kisses you, hard, and with that he's saying everything that can't be said in words. "I love you so much," he murmurs, your noses brushing and your foreheads resting against each other. "I'm so happy I have you. You are... you are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

He climbs onto the window sill behind you. The windowsill is big enough to allow him to sit directly behind you, you in between his legs, and he pulls you close so your back is resting against his chest.

"You know," he says after a moment. "The other day, an interviewer asked me about my future. What I saw in my future." He kisses your temple. "The first thing I thought of was you."

"Me?" You can't help getting slightly teary, even as your lips curve into a radiant smile.

"You," he confirms, kissing your temple again. "It's always you. Forever."

"Forever," you repeat, leaning further into him, and your heart is bursting, bursting, bursting, because you are loving Jeon Jungkook and he is loving you back, and it will be this way always and forever.

Hoseok did try to explain everything but even he seemed confused so you just told him to shut it so you could process your newfound problem. Your dorm room wasn’t exactly built for two people, and although your new demonic roommate had assured you the couch was fine; you still felt a little bad. Even if you didn’t like him all that much—not that you’d made that clear, you were ever so shy, and to put it nicely, very socially awkward that when he announced he was staying all you could really do was nod.

Truthfully, Hoseok hadn’t even done anything for you to hate him. You simply planned to live a quite university life, get your degree and then lose contact with everyone you’ve met and live a simple work life, be a slave to society until you can retire and maybe live in a house by the coast with a dog or two until you fall down the stairs and they pronounce your unfortunate death to zero kids, because you didn’t want any.

Not whatever the hell this was.

You blamed the grimy old woman at the thrift shop who had insisted you buy the shitty old piece of pottery.

She’d seemed so nice at the time but now that you look back at your interaction, you could see the mirth swimming in her eyes, and if you had the confidence then you would have gone back to that crappy old store and throttled her, telling her she can take her piece of shit incubus back; because you didn’t want him.

How were you supposed to know not to light your black candles next to the vase? It wasn’t like she’d given you an instruction manual on how to take care of the pottery and you’d thought it would have been pretty straight forward—apparently not. You’d planned for it to be out back in the dumpster by nightfall but by some miracle it had glued itself to your shelving and not it was a permanent fixture of your room.

It had taken months for you to finally realise that maybe having Hoseok around wasn’t actually the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. It was like having a boyfriend without all the awkward get-to-know each other stuff and the actual relationship part, that you absolutely despised. Plus he didn’t nag you about misogynistic bullshit all hours of the day and respected your very uptight boundaries.

Hobi had no qualms about ordering when the two of you went out, skipping up to the counter with a bright smile that more often times than not he’d come back with a free drink for you.

He trailed behind you to classes and all the sleazy old men that liked to catcall you on the way home after an evening lecture had been very quiet since Hoseok had been around. Plus, you could listen to music without the worry of having to listen out for someone sneaking up on you as well. He held your hand when you crossed the road and made sure you were on the safer side of the pavement so no unexpected bikes would ram into you.

He didn’t mind walking around the supermarkets with you, didn’t mind as you stood in the cereal aisle for half an hour because a lot of them made you feel nauseas. And your preference would change each week.

“You liked this one last time, baby” he’d pull a box from the top shelf, simply smiling when you shake your head.

“Wheat makes me wanna throw up” you tell him.

“How about something a little tastier then?” he wiggles his eyebrows, and you half expect him to make a sex joke, though he simply pulls a box of coco puffs from behind his back.

He didn’t mind helping you clean the bathroom or fold up your clean laundry into colour coordinated piles because he knew you hated mixing.

He liked to brush your hair after a shower or massage your shoulders after you’d been hunched over your desk all day, he learnt to cook human food and liked feeding you when you got sleepy while the two of you watched a cheesy rom com on your shitty old laptop; you curled around his thighs as his thumb caressed the bare skin of your neck.

“Eat up, darling. You’ll need to energy tonight” and you open your mouth, unfortunate rejection on your tongue, “to study of course, why are your cheeks suddenly really red?”

Now, there are two sides to the demon.

Pretty, sunshine hobi that loved taking care of you, loved chatting, who had a heart-shaped smile and the kindest heart. Who on more than one occasion would temp you to press a kiss to his cheek in thanks, perfect perfect hobi that made you feel like a high school girl whose experiencing their first ever crush.

And then there was Jung Hoseok. The sex driven incubus who had no qualms about fucking you within an inch of your life, like you were nothing but a hole for him to fill and fuck as he pleased until he was satisfied and your legs were shaking, his name the only coherent thought in your mind until you coated his cock with your arousal. Only, he’d never stop at one orgasm.

Hoseok had been your first. And you think losing your virginity to a sex demon had completely ruined sex for you all together. How were you meant to enjoy being with a regular, average, man when you’d had Hoseok’s demon cock shoved so far inside your pussy it felt like he was in your throat?

Had you dabbled in the occasional demon hentai? Maybe. Not that Hoseok ever needed to know that. Was it as great as you imagined it to be? Yes. He also didn’t need to know that.

It was honestly a win-win situation for the both of you. Hobi got to feed off your arousal and you got to live out your darkest fantasy.

You always wondered how it was so easy for him to filter out his incubi tendencies when he always seemed to have sex on his mind. The moment the two of you were alone it wouldn’t be surprising for him to pull you into his lap, your cunt having been stretched to the shape of his cock, that now you always seemed ready for him to just slip inside of you. His hands up your skirt when you go out to eat or dragging you into a bathroom because his dick always seemed to be hard.

“Good girl” Hoseok croons, watching as you blink up at him through your lashes—cheeks wet with tears as he tugs you further down his cock by your hair. Each slippery inch being fed into your mouth.

You choke around his length, eyes squeezing shut when he runs a gentle thumb over your eyelids. Pulling you further down his cock until he pushes down your throat.

You swallow, needy moan vibrating down his length that he throws his head back. Hips stuttering forward and you feel another inch slip into your mouth; lips stretched wide you can feel them start to ache.

“Always so good for me, baby. Like having me shoved this far down your throat?” he chuckles and you move to pull off his length, only he thrusts his hips forward. “You haven’t even gotten all of me inside you yet, I know you can do better than this”

“I trained you better than this”

Your fingers grab onto his thighs, nails digging into the meaty skin as he gently pulls back, only to shove his length back down your mouth. You feel your legs shake, scratching at his thighs as he allows your throat to relax, helping ease the rest of his cock into your mouth.

Your hand flies to your throat as he sets up a pace he likes, and you can feel the bulge of his cock as he punches back into your windpipe with each brutal thrust.

You can feel your knees start to ache, grimy bathroom tiles digging into the skin as you’re pulled further down his length, just past half way.

“So close, just a little more” he groans, fingers tangling in the back of your hair. Brutal as he harshly tugs you back down with ever thrust out.

You can feel each of the tiny ridges along his length against your tongue. And he lets out a particularly jittery thrust when you tongue at each individual ridge; hoping to bring him closer to bliss.

Your hands find his balls, nails accident scraping the silky skin as he jostles you forward, and that’s all it takes for Hoseok to shove all of his length down your throat, and you wince as you feel a flood of his cum shoot down your throat.

Periodically you swallow, always wary of his cum flooding your mouth. The first time you’d sucked him off hadn’t ended all to great with you chocking on his inhumane amount of cum. Of course he’d apologized, though he made it his mission to train you until you’d be able to take his cock down your throat without drowning in his seed.

Your tongue runs along the length of his cock, cleaning it, and you feel it twitch in interest.

You stare up at Hoseok, eyes deadpan and he gives you a sheepish smile. “Cant help it, my love. You on your knees always gets me going”

Gently he pulls his length out of your mouth and you lurch forward, arms braced on his thighs as you take a deep breath; swallowing the rest of his cum that had leaked into your mouth.

“Everything gets you going, Hobi” you cough, hand caressing your throat as you peek up at him, voice hoarse.

He simply shrugs, “What are we gonna tell your friends?”

You deflate at that. “They obviously knew what we were doing in here”

“Want me to eat you out until they get bored and leave?” he suggests.

You blink up at him, “You’re insatiable” you laugh, hand running over your chin to clean any drool, though you expect there to be more cum than anything.

“And you’re wet, we both win” he tugs you up from under your arms, “Swap”

You fall onto the seat of the toilet, watching as Hoseok pulls his shorts back up around his waist before he’s kneeling before you.

“Use me” he pouts, and your thighs twitch. Though you don’t miss the evident mirth swimming in his eyes.

“Hobi” you whisper, and he watches as you squirm.

“Hmmm?” he asks, spreading your legs and he groans at the sight of your panties, wet spot ever so tempting as he runs his thumb over your covered pussy.

“Hold your skirt up for me, baby” and he smiles when you do as you’re told, “good girl”

He leans forward, kissing your clit over the cotton. And you let out an embarrassed squeak when he runs his tongue over your covered slit.

“Hobi” your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging gently to bring him closer to where you needed him the most.

“What’s the matter?” he murmurs, kissing the inside of your thigh, teeth nipping the skin.

He lathes his tongue over the hickies he’d left that morning, your skin still tender that you moan when you feel him kiss over the skin.

“Need you” you whine, hips bucking forward. Only he holds you down, immersed in painting your inner thighs red and purple with his lust and love.

Your hands fly to cover your mouth when the bathroom door swings open, Hoseok choosing that exact time to sink his teeth into the plush skin of your thigh. Your legs fall shut around his head, and demon only pushes them back apart, tongue running over the blossoming bite.

He smiles up at you, deft fingers pushing your panties to the side. You go to push his head away, eyes squeezing shut when he pulls the hood back, thumb circling your clit.

You jolt up on the toilet seat, ceramic clank echoing throughout the bathroom. Whoever else was in there with you goes silent, and you hold your breath, pushing Hoseok away from you.

The two of you sit there, and you release a sigh of relief when you hear the other person flush.

Your cheeks flush red when you look down at Hoseok who seems utterly mesmerized by your cunt. Watching as it clenches around nothing, a dribble of arousal dripping down onto the seat of the toilet. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you flinch when the tap starts to run.

Hoseok leans forward, tongue peeking from behind his lips to lick a long stripe up your slit to your clit, his hands remain on your thighs keeping them spread wide enough for him to slot perfectly where he wanted to be.

His lips wrap around your clit, and your muscles loosen when you hear the door to the bathroom click shut.

“You asshole” you whisper, voice shaky as he teases a finger around your hole. You muffle a moan when he pushes it inside you, lips still wrapped around your clit; a particularly hard suck causing you to slip down the toilet seat.

You feel the stretch when he adds a second finger, scissoring you open as his tongue continues to flick over your clit.

He pulls away and you whine at the loss of pleasure, “Be a good girl and hold your legs open for me”

Your feel the blush rise to your cheeks, red hue traveling down your neck as you hook your hands behind you knees; spreading yourself as wide as you can in the narrow bathroom cubicle.

Hoseok easily lifts your hips, pulling you until your bottom half was practically dangling off the toilet as he pulls your underwear off— stuffing the fabric somewhere in his pocket for later.

“This is uncomfortable” you groan, mouth falling open when you feel his fingers lay a mean slap over your went cunt; and if the lick of pleasure hadn’t wracked through your body then you might have been a little more embarrassed about the lewd, wet sound it had made.

“Only wanna hear you moaning my name” he grumbles, lips attaching to your folds as he spreads them with his fingers.

Your head tips back when you feel his tongue prod your entrance, stiff muscle pushing past your rim and Hoseok groans when another gush of your arousal coats his mouth.

One thing Hoseok absolutely loved about you, was how wet you’d get when horny. You always seemed to leak so much that he could live off your slick alone if he so desired— his favorite meal. Because even your arousal tasted like the sweetest nectar and he would never get enough.

He kisses over your hole, face moving up until he’s kissing over your clit, “Hell, you have the prettiest cunt” he groans, kissing over your mound before his lips are sucking at your clit again.

You feel two of his fingers plunge back into you, curling upwards in the way that you start to see stars behind your eyelids.

Your hips rut forwards to meet each of his thrusts, deft fingers expertly locating that little spot inside of you, and you can start to feel the pressure build in the pit of your stomach.

“Hobi—“ you moan when he sucks especially hard on your clit, tongue flicking it, “Fuck, Hoseok— I can’t— fuck, I can’t squirt in the fucking bathroom” you whine, though it seems to fall on deaf ears as he picks up the pace of his fingers.

“Doing so well for me, gonna cum?” he briefly pulls away, your clit pulsating as his warm breath fans over the sensitive little bud. He wastes no time, tongue back to flicking your clit with a newfound vigor as you moan his name.

And suddenly the world outside the cubicle is the furthest thing from your mind as Hoseok adds a third finger into your cunt. Your mouth falls open into a silent scream, thighs shaking that your hands slip from where you’d been holding them. That doesn’t stop Hoseok, grunting as your thighs fall over his shoulders and the demon is in absolute bliss as they clamp around his head.

Your fingers tighten their grip in his hair, and he groans as you start to grind over his face.

You can feel it, bubbling pleasure starting to build, so close to your orgasm. And Hoseok doesn’t stop, he pulls his mouth off your clit. Spare hand coming up between your legs, two fingers rubbing over your sensitive pearl.

“Hoseok” you mewl, hips bucking upwards.

“Cum for me, darling. Be a good girl and cum” he groans, his voice gravelly. And that’s what pushes you over the edge, you feel the built up pressure start to release.

Hoseok pulls his fingers out of your hole, though he doesn’t stop his assault on your clit. He smiles, mouth wide open as he lets your explosion of juices coat his tongue.

“Again. Squirt for me again”

You open your mouth to tell him you can’t, only you let out a choked moan when his fingers push back into your hole— he can feel your walls pulsating around them, clenching so hard he wonders what you would feel like around his cock in that moment.

Your thighs continue to shake, fingers still drawing tight circles on your clit. The moan you let out is pornographic, squeaky little cries tumbling off your tongue when you reach a second orgasm. Hoseok watches as your cunt pushes out a short stream of your cum, wetting the backside of your skirt as you continue to grind again this palm, riding out your high.

You snivel, chest stuttering for a breath as he gently rubs his thumb against your clit.

“S’ too much” you hiccup, though your hips make no move in stopping.

“Yeah?” the faux frown he gives you causing another dribble of watery arousal out of your hole.

“We’re both wet now”

“You can wear my jacket around your waist if you want” his thrumming at you clit stops and you mourn at the loss of contact.

“What about your shirt?” you go to push yourself to sit up, though that fails when your limbs all feel like jelly.

“It’ll dry” he shrugs.

“But we have to walk through the cafe, and i’m pretty sure I look like shit” your head tips back.

“You’re always pretty” he sniggers when your thighs twitch as he places another gentle kiss to your swollen clit.

“You kind have to say that” you frown.

“And why’s that?”

“So you can win me over and fuck me”

Hoseok laughs, shoulders shaking at that. “Don’t need to tell you you’re pretty for that, darling. You seemed hooked after I’d fucked your brains out the first time”

“Was not”

“Was too. You demon sex freak”

“Am not!” you scoff scandalized, “anyways… do you think those guys left? We’ve been in here a while”

“Probably. I’m pretty sure that was one of them earlier that came in here” he shrugs and your eyes widen.

“Hobi what the fuck” your thighs clamp shut, suddenly aware that your bare pussy was just out in the open for him to see. You shove the fabric of your skirt between your thighs, instant regret washing over your when your feel your sticky arousal cling to the fabric.

“I can’t believe it. I said no more sex in public bathrooms” you cry.

“Well, look what happened. Can’t help that you’re a cockslut”

Your eyes widen, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as you push Hoseok away with your foot to his chest. He takes a hold of your ankle, pressing a gentle kiss to your calf as he looks up at you from the floor.

“My cockslut” he corrects.

“That doesn’t make anything better” you rub your eyes with the palms of your hands.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? I’ll treat you to ice cream” he grins.

“You don’t have any money” you deadpan and he shrugs.

“No, but the girl that works in that shop a block away gave me a voucher last time”

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Living with anxiety was absolute dogshit. Every grueling day always seemed a million times worse but it’s like no one ever took you seriously. Because it was all for attention right? You didn’t enjoy having panic attacks and you sure as hell didn’t enjoy them when other people were around.

Though you suppose Hoseok had become the exception; he’d gotten pretty good at helping you when days seemed a little tougher than usual. And he’d weaves his way into your anxious little mind, one of the only people that you’ve felt even remotely comfortable to be around without your social battery plummeting 15 minutes into an outing.

You think you must have had one of the worst days of your life.

On a regular day you could get away with lurking in the back of the lecture hall; maybe a quick hello to a few people that you’ve gone to lunch with once or twice and then slip out the door the moment class is over.

Today you hadn’t been that lucky.

It had started with some random guy that you’ve never seen the face of confessing his undying love for you. And you would have thought it was sweet, if you knew who he was.

You hadn’t even heard his name floating around campus, nor had you ever seen his face; and maybe that’s because you always walked with your head to the floor but surely he couldn’t be in love with you when neither of you had ever uttered a word to one another?

You’d frozen. Unable to form a thought let alone a rejection for the guy. And as his growing annoyance showed, so did your anxiety.

And you’d rather forget that you’d cried, pearly tears slipping down your cheeks when he’d laughed at you; calling you a worthless piece of shit and that he couldn’t believe he liked something like you.

And that’s how you ended up late for class. Having spent a hour in the bathroom trying to regulate your breathing enough that your classmates didn’t think you were going into cardiac arrest.

The second incident was your breaking point. A girl from your lecture had started shouting at you after class, and you had no idea why. And you’d just sat there and taken it. Sure she’d been rude first but you would have felt way worse if you’d gotten up and just left when she clearly had something to say.

“You’re back late” Hoseok calls from your bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

He looks up when you don’t reply, eyebrows creasing in worry when he sees the state you’re in.

“Oh darling, what happened?” he pushes himself off the bed, long legs easily bringing him towards you.

You just flop into his chest, arms wrapping around his torso as feel another wave of tears cascade down your cheeks.

“Bad day” you snivel and he hums, rocking the two of you back and forth, “Wanna forget, Hobi”

“Yeah?” he croons, hand resting on the back of your neck, “How’d you wanna forget?”

You gently take hold of his wrist, bringing his hand down until they tease the waistband of your sweats. “Wanna be fucked dumb” you whisper and he smiles down at you.

“Fucked until you can’t think?”

“Mmhmm” you nod, blissed out sigh releasing from your chest when he throws you over his shoulder. You smile as you see his tail, horns probably hidden under the hood of his jumper that you hadn’t noticed when you’d walked in. Even with his demonic features, Hoseok was a thing of beauty.

You bounce when he throws you on the bed— frame creaky. But by a stroke of luck, none of your dorm-mates were home right now.

“My pretty baby” he crawls over your body, straddling your waist and you can already see the outline of his cock through his thin pyjama pants.

You reach out, palming his bulge as he leans down to press a wet kiss to your neck. He pulls your shirt over your head, teeth nipping at your bare skin and you moan at the slight sting.

You don’t worry about the plethora of love bites he plans to scatter across your skin, rather, you bask in the pleasure the twinge of pain gives you. Back arching when you feel his sharp canines dig into the skin of your shoulder— and Hoseok groans at the tang of metal on his tongue.

“Sorry, baby” he presses a kiss over the bite, your skin flaring red as his tongue licks over his teeth marks.

“S’ okay” you breathe, hips rolling upwards— clit nudging against his hard cock.

Hoseok’s hand reaches under your arched back, fingers expertly unclasping your bra before he’s pulling it off your shoulders.

His hands trail over your body, thumbs brushing over your steadily hardening nipples and you hand flies to cover your mouth.

“Always so sensitive” he coos, meanly pinching the hardened buds before tugging. “Uh uh, wanna hear you” he tuts and your hand falls to your side.

“It’s embarrassing—” you whisper, breathe hitching when he twists your nipples, delicious pain sending arousal straight to your soaked cunt. You feel your sticky arousal drip into your panties, fabric clinging to your folds uncomfortably.

“Nothing embarrassing about feeling good” Hoseok smiles down at you, fingers skimming over your waist until he’s tugging both your sweats and panties down in one. “Already so wet for me”

“Want your cock, Hobi” you whine as he rubs his thumb through your slit, gathering your arousal to circle your clit.

“Can I eat you out first, baby? Wanna make sure you’re prepped enough for me, hmm?”

You blink up at him before you spread your legs wider, a silent invitation for him to do whatever he needs before he fucks you.

Hoseok falls to his knees on the floor, arms hooking around your thighs. And your hands instinctively grab onto the sheets when he tugs you to the edge of the bed.

His index finger circles your entrance, humming when another wave of slick dribbles out your hole. He pushes his finger past your hole, your walls clenching rhythmically around the digit as he tests the waters.

He pulls out, pushing a second finger in— stretching you open. Your hips roll to meet his thrusts, Hoseok’s thumb gently circling your clit. You feel the stretch when he adds a third finger, your eyebrows furrowing at the slight ache.

“You good?” Hoseok peers up at you, trying to gauge your reaction. Your thigh twitching when he slowly eases his fingers back into you.

“Hurts a little” you grunt, thighs threatening to snap shut when he speeds up his thumb over your sensitive little bundle of nerves.

“Already?” he laughs, “I haven’t been fucking you enough lately”

You smile, fingers gripping onto the sheets tighter when Hoseok slightly curls his fingers. Your hips bucking upwards when he finds that little spot inside of you that has the pressure of an orgasm building in your stomach.

The ache of having three fingers inside you ebbs away the more he gently thrusts them inside of you, “Another one” you sigh when you feel a fourth finger tease your entrance.

“You sure?”

“Please Hobi, wanna feel full” you urge, hands grabbing onto your tits, fingers teasing your hard nipples when you feel the stretch of a fourth finger.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me” he presses a kiss over your clit. His fingers pick up their pace, lewd squelch from your cunt enough for you to squirm in embarrassment.

“Please Hobi” your thighs shake, clamping around his hand though that doesn’t seem to deter him from curling all four fingers inside of you, knuckle deep. “Wanna cum around your cock”

“Yeah?” he breathes and you nod.

A rush of slick drips onto the bedsheets as Hoseok pulls his fingers out of your sodden cunt, the demon unashamed as he licks your arousal off of them.

He watches as your pussy gapes, clenching around nothing, begging to be filled and fucked, coated in his cum until it stains your thighs.

“Ready for me?” he pushes himself back onto the bed, hands hooking under your arms, throwing you further up the bed so he can make home between your thighs.

You watch as he pulls his pyjama pants down his legs, thick thighs flexing in a way you want to just sink your teeth into the hefty muscle.

Your cunt clenches around nothing as you watch Hoseok wrap his hand around his length, tips of his fingers barely meeting at the girth of it.

“Please, want you inside” you whine, hips rolling into nothing, and Hoseok watches a pout mould onto your soft lips.

Hoseok braces his arms over your head, leaving down to kiss you. His tongue licks over the seam, a silent request for access that you allow.

You moan into his mouth when you feel something prod at your entrance, whatever it was, the tip was as thin as a finger, easily slipping between your soaked walls.

Hoseok pushes his tongue into further into your mouth, tongue pressed against your own. Kiss wet and messy just the way he liked it, drool coating both of your chins.

“Fucking hell Hoseok, is that your tail?” you moan when you feel the appendage inside of you thicken with each agonizingly slow inch that wiggles it’s way between your walls.

He hums, bringing you in for another kiss as his tail pulls out to the tip, wasting no time ramming back into you. Hoseok drinks up your moans, the sweetest melody.

Your arms wrap around his neck, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, tip of his tail nudging your g-spot.

“Close” you whine, fingers digging into his back. Hoseok groans, ramming his tail as far into you as he can, tickling pain shooting straight to his cock as he feels you paint red lines over his back.

He pushes himself down, teeth clamping harshly around your nipple, your back arches; desperate moan clawing up your throat as you reach your high. Your sodden cunt soaks Hoseok’s tail, wide base stretching your walls apart obscenely that you cry as he pulls it out of you.

If you cunt hadn’t been gaping, it was now.

“On your knees, darling” he gives your thigh a gentle tap.

You push yourself up on shaky arms, flopping forward, only keeping your hips raised.

Hoseok runs his hands over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart as he runs a thumb over your soaked folds, thumb easily slipping inside you with no resistance.

“Ready for me?” he asks, gentle hands running over your sides and you hum.

“Words, baby”

“Ready for you” you push your hips back, moaning when his thick cock catches your thigh.

You feel his pre-cum stain your thigh, angling your hips until you feel his tip nudge your opening.

“Inside please” you look back, watching Hoseok fist his length before he’s guiding it towards your winking hole.

He runs the head of his cock through your slit, another rush of slick dribbling out your hole onto his length and Hoseok groans.

You can feel the pop of the flared head as Hoseok pushes past your entrance, first few inches gliding in with ease as you rock back into him.

You jolt forwards when you feel the demon’s fingers circling your clit, and Hoseok pauses when your cunt squeezes around his length.

“Still a tight fit” he rolls his hips, no real force in his thrusts.

“Faster” you beg, legs spreading wider in hopes of his cock pushing further into you.

Hoseok snaps his hips forwards, and you can feel the ridges along the length of his cock drag against your walls as he pulls out half way before he’s ramming his cock back inside of you.

You think you can feel him in your stomach, punching the air out of your lungs with each wet smack of his thighs meeting the back of your own.

“Like that?” he grunts, “Like being my personal little toy? Your cunt moulded around my cock. I bet a puny human wouldn’t be able to get you off anymore— i’ve ruined you for everyone” the laugh Hoseok let’s out is mean, though it all sounds muffled to you, your own moans overshadowing everything else.

You let out a sob when he gives a particularly deep thrust, your cunt clenching around his length so tight he slows down.

“Good girl, you gonna cum?” he asks, fingers finding their way back to your clit, expertly flicking the little bud, and it has you seeing stars.

You slowly start to feel your orgasm rise, each brutal thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

“Come on, baby” he groans, picking up the pace.

Your mouth falls open, pure bliss wracking through your body as you reach your peak. Little hiccups follow your orgasm, harmonized with the wet slapping of your cunt. Hoseok uncaring as he continues to thrust into you, hips jackhammering and fingers thrumming at your clit with newfound vigor.

“Too much, too much” you cry, trying to pull your hips away from him, cock head punching into your prostate.

“Hold on baby” he groans, fingers digging into the meat of your hips, dragging you back onto his cock, you feel him twitch between your walls and you know he’s close.

Hoseok feels as your walls clench sporadically around his cock, he slams into you before cumming; flooding— painting your walls white.

You choke at the amount of cum that fills you up, hot, thick seed spilling into your stomach with how far inside of you he was. And your thighs shake as you’re met with another orgasm, juices mixing with what was already inside of you.

His thumbs run gently over your hips, sure to bruise in the coming hours with how harsh his grip had been though that will be the least of your worries.

“You cum too much” you whisper, head spinning as you feel another wave of cum slosh into your stomach.

He gently pulls back a few inches before he’s rolling his hips, pushing his cum back into you.

“Think you can do one more?” he asks, cock still hard.

Your thighs shake when he slowly picks up the pace. And you groan when he pulls you up by your arms, your back meeting his chest.

“Can you see that?” his hand turns your face by your chin, and your eyes glaze over both of your bodies in the full-length mirror opposite the bed.

You look like a mess, eyes glazed over in lust and tears, skin blotchy with purple and a set of very distinct teeth marks littering your neck. Both of your bodies have a sheen over them, sweat— and probably your cum in Hoseok’s case. But that isn’t what he was pointing at.

He feels your cunt clench around his length as your eyes connect with your stomach, a little bloated, so much of his cum inside of you, your tummy had distended a little.

He runs his hand over the little bulge under your belly button, cock so far inside of you that the head was pushing up into your stomach.

He pushes down on the bulge, and the both of you moan in unison.

“Look at that baby. I really am in your stomach, huh” he laughs, pulling up up a little, both of you watching as the head of his cock disappears before he’s dropping you back down on his length, watching the bulge reform.

Your hand runs over your stomach, feeling Hoseok’s cock twitch inside of you when you push down. Your thighs twitch, arm wrapping around his neck as he starts to thrust upwards.

A ring of white forms around the base of his cock as he thrusts up into you. Pace not as fast as before but the image in the mirror is enough for you to start tumbling towards your release.

“Play with yourself, darling” Hoseok groans, dragging you up the length of his cock.

Your fingers find your clit, and you fall forwards at the intense pleasure that shoots up your spine. The increasing pace on your clit combined with each little ridge of Hoseok’s cock dragging ever so deliciously against your walls pulls you head first into another orgasm.

This one’s wetter, rush of liquid exploding onto the sheets below. You vision blurs over momentarily, fingers seizing on your clit as your legs shake. Hoseok continues to thrust up into you, your walls tightening around his cock.

Yoy hiccup a moan, and Hoseok feels himself tumble over the edge when he flicks once more at your clit, another rush of wetness joining your sodden bedsheets and foamy white cum that coats the insides of your thighs.

Hoseok watches as you black out for a moment, thighs still trembling as he cums inside of you. Another wave of thick cum joining what was already sloshing inside your tummy.

“Oh baby” he moans, watching as your stomach continues to bloat, he groans— head of his cock no longer visible as his cum bulges put your stomach.

Tears fall down your cheeks, you’d loved feeling this full. Hoseok’s cock plugging everything up inside of you.

Your thighs continue to tremble, wanting to close but Hoseok’s legs preventing you from doing so.

“You okay?” he asks when you look somewhat coherent.

You simply nod, breathe stuttering as your lungs try to compensate for the lack of oxygen.

“Did so well for me” Hoseok coos, hands running over your stomach.

Your pussy clenches, Hoseok finally starting to soften inside of you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take another round of cum until what’s already inside of you is gone.

“I feel so full” you swallow thickly, head tilting down to look at your belly, “Why do you cum so much” your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“We didn’t put a towel down this time either” Hoseok tuts.

“Needed clean sheets anyways” you tell him.

“Ready for me to pull out then?” he asks and you frown.

There was something so fulfilling about being so full, stuffed until you were bloated with his seed. Everything Hoseok has to offer, plugged up inside of you— ever so warm and thick. The thought of him cumming inside you alone enough for you to tip over the edge again.

Gently Hoseok lays you back on the bed, your hips raised as his cock remains jammed inside of you.

“Do you have to?” you ask, and if Hoseok could see your face he thinks you’d be pouting.

“Gotta get cleaned up doll. I’ll eat you out in the shower if you want” he offers and you sigh.

Gently he eases his cock out of you, each ridge bumping against your walls that you feel more arousal start to leak out your hole. Overstimulation boarding too painful with each inch slipping out of your walls.

You feel the head pop out, a rush of thick cum following. You feel another wave of it fall onto the bedsheets when you clench, pussy gaping obscenely.

“Push it all out, darling. That’s it” Hoseok runs a hand over your ass, spreading your pussy lips as you force another gush of his cum out of you.

You moan when you feel two of his fingers work their way into your hole, another glob of cum dribbles out of you— your own watery arousal following soon after.

“Did so well for me” he praises, kissing the back of you thigh.

Your heart was hammering against your ribs in a pathetically rapid manner. You hated confrontations, the said action always leading to heated arguments with the unfortunate way you manage to handle bubbling situations. But what else were you to do?

An entire event. Almost the entirety of the dance was of complete silence and harsh glares from Xavier’s end after he saw you laugh along the arms of Tyler. It was a misunderstanding to be fair. You’d fallen on the paint covered ground of the dance floor and he’d helped you up after cracking a joke. You know as the best friend of the boy he’d assaulted that you should’ve declined his help and looked for Xavier, but he’d been stressing about Wednesday for the past week that you’d entirely forgotten any sort of friendship had been formed between the both of you.

“Fine, ignore me all you will but don’t act like you haven’t abandoned me for the past three weeks since the beginning of the year Xav-”

He aggressively wiped down the faux blood from his eyes, staring at you with what you can only assume was growing hatred, “Y/n, I am currently being accused of being a deadly monster that hurt his own friends, forgive me for trying to figure out why an Addams of all people, would come to this conclusion.”

Your frown deepens. That he never told you, so you’d went on to assume that he’d harboured a crush on her — which to be fair, you’d understood but also didn’t appreciate. “You never told me that, why do you never tell me anything anymore?”

“Great, somehow this is my fault and I’m to blame for trying not to have you worry, thanks Y/n, wonderful speaking with you.” And with that, he’d stormed off to the direction of his dorm, leaving your mouth agape and speechless as students scurry off with dramatic screams and painted dresses.

You didn’t like the way the conversation had ended, your core sprinkled with guilt as you let the immature side of your heart take over you back then. Looking around with no other place on your mind, you follow a trail you’d left before to his shack. If there is a chance he could ever be locked up, you’d want to be the only person to decrease it. So while shuffling the bottom of your dress into your arms, you slip your heels off as you run into the darkening woods.

His knees shook violently on the side of the bed. The night had passed since your argument, and by now you would normally come knocking on his door with a batch of apology cookies from the store that you’d claimed to bake.

But it was stillness from your side, no calls, no Enid speaking on your behalf; and it distressed his mind endlessly. Xavier was aware that he wasn’t fully at fault; but still partly to blame for your own careless actions, and so his heart weighed heavy on his chest since your absence. With swift movement, he’d clutched his phone, drying his hair once more with a towel before leaving his dorm in hopes to catch up with you quickly.

Walking through the halls, eyes landed on him in oddly intense stares. He cleared his throat as he slid his way past multiple pupils. “What is it with everyone today,” he murmured to himself, light drops of sweat catching onto his eyebrows furiously as he spotted a weeping Enid being comforted by Yoko on the other end of the hall — with a straight-faced Wednesday staring with a perplexed look upon the two.

The blonde caught sight of him, jumping up from her position to have her hands land on the taller boy’s shoulders. “Oh Xavier I’m so sorry, she just left and didn’t tell any of us where she was going. But i promise she’s going to be okay, she’s Y/n she’ll be fine!”

A heavy sigh left him as he felt a headache sneaking up on him, and his breathing race quicker at the mention of your name in a depressing manner. He gulped, throat dry and hands clenching a fistful of the ends of his shirt. “What are you talking about? What happened to Y/n?”

At that, the vampire and werewolf had plastered similar expressions on all of their faces, and it frustrated him even more. Wednesday’s lips tugged upwards in a smirk, tilting her head agonisingly before speaking up. “Incredible. One would assume that you would be the first to know that your supposed ‘best friend’ was caught in the hands of the Hyde yesterday after the dance…was it not after a quarrel you two were having or am I wro-”

The words were cut off after Enid smacked her arm with a shriek and an alarmed face of shock, a frown on her lips as she watched Xavier’s mood shift from frustration to clear raging fear. It was his fault.

“She’s not dead,” Yoko spoke up, “She was in the infirmary with a couple face scratches and a past bleeding womb. It wasn’t bad enough for an urgent ride to the hospital, so she’s currently residing in her own dorm passed out from exhaustion.”

The Thorpe’s nods were faded as he was lost in his own head, horrible theory’s of your current well-being jumping one another in a consistent manner to assault his thoughts. Hands visibly shaking as quick as his ragged breaths, he uttered a low thank you to the trio before his feet were painfully dragging him to your direction.

Anger. Hurt. Confusion. All piled upon him like a sudden crashing wave when he’d reached your door. What do they mean you’re not left in a hospital? Did you not deserve better care? Better care than what he could’ve possibly offered? Too busy allowing his thoughts to consume him and wallowing in his own misery, he flinched when the door jiggled open — your tired yet bright figure gazing at him strangely.

“Y/n…” he whispered, your name igniting a fire in the pit of his stomach. Xavier’s pale hands were clutching the hot chocolate and food he’d picked up on his way here for you, hands burning but your presence numbing it all. You smiled teasingly, already knowing why he’s here before stepping backwards and letting him inside.

Licking your lips, you watched as he set the bag and cup on your desk table before your back softly hit the wall behind you in a sudden movement. Lavender engulfing your senses, your favourite, as his arms wrapped around you in a soothing matter; as if you were the most fragile thing left in this world right now, and in his eyes you most definitely were.

“Am I here to comfort you or is it the other way around Thorpe?” Your tone was light hearted, joking with him in hopes of forgetting what had occurred before hand but it brought him back to his senses. Xavier let you go swiftly and his lips curled up as yours were pursed. “Why are you stupid enough to leave out to the woods, almost in the middle of the night, with nothing to protect you?? Did you seriously not think that through?”

Sighing, you reached out for the mug of delicacy behind him, huffing before thinking carefully of your next words. “I did it on purpose asshole. My whole intention was to get hurt.”

“What?” He blinked once, then twice awaiting for your explanation that left him agitated in his spot but he couldn’t find it in himself to rush you as you consumed your drink and dug through the bag of food. You looked so weak at the moment, skin pale from the medication he spotted near your drawer — enhancing the glint trickling in your eyes and the soft colour of your lips. A rippling sense of calmness flooded his senses watching you eat, ignoring the bruises piled up near the end of your eyes for his own sake and sanity.

“Hmm sorry, i’m just hungry. They’ve fed me nothing but soup the whole day — yuck,” coughing, you continued, “You would never hurt me no matter how angry you are at me Xav. Even if i trashed your Art shed again — still immensely sorry about that — you’re nothing but gentle with me and I just wanted to show that you’re just as kind hearted with everyone else, that you’re not Hyde.”

It clicked in his brain. If he were Hyde you would not have seen a scratch trailing your body. Further connecting the dots he realised as to why Wednesday had not bothered him either by the time he woke up, she knew he was innocent. He wouldn’t be locked up anytime soon and it was all because of you. His gaze was soft as it trailed up and down your figure.

That had been the kindest thing anyone had ever bothered to do for him, and his suppressed feelings leapt with euphoria at your selfish act. He stepped closer his hands tracing the scratch above your lips.

Your mouth went dry, dropping the bagel back into the brown bag absentmindedly as you watched his eyes land on the scar remaining above your lips. “Xav, listen I really am sorry. I didn’t think about you and Tyler, and I didn’t think I’d have to go this far-”

Xavier ignored your apology, muttering a low ‘shut up’ before he found his lips atop of your own. His hands cradled your face tenderly, and the gentle action caused you to inwardly sigh and kiss him back, a train of butterflies exploding within your stomach. His hands traced circles on the side of your cheeks, a small smile adorning his lips when you’d returned the romantic action.

“I can’t kiss you back if you’re going to smile,” you said after pulling a way, a light giggle leaving your own lips when he let out a quiet laugh. “Sorry, my bad L/n,” he apologised, “It’s going to be serious from now on, no laughing matter.”

Now you were both making out in the backseat like a couple of horny teens. You had your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him in deeper for more kisses. Taehyung was all too happy to oblige to your silent wishes. His lips were slotted against yours messily as quiet grunts and groans escaped his throat.

You let out a long sigh and pulled away when you ran out of air. “Mm-hold on.” You whisper as you reach behind yourself to push your sweater off and let it fall off the seat.

Taehyung licked his lips eagerly, watching with hooded eyes. He reached over to tug you close by the waist, lips finding your neck as he suckled gently and nipped at your throat. “Leave it,” he whispers and cups the side of your face and tilts you towards him, “right now I really want you.” He whispers and presses his lips to yours.

You relax into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as you set your hands on his shoulders. He eagerly brings both of your arms over his neck as he pulls you halfway onto his lap. “Mm.” You bury your fingers in his curly hair and tug, trying to sit on his lap.

He’s all to eager to have you, leaning back in the seat and setting his hands on your waist. He squeezes you occasionally, massaging your waist before gripping you. You part your lips and pull back, inches away from his lips as you softly pant.

“Tae, take it off.” You softly whisper, tugging at his loose sweats, “Wanna suck you off.”

He stares up at you eagerly and nods, “Hol’ on baby–lemme just,” he grunts and lifts his hips up a little, sliding his loose sweats over his hips and down below to his knees.

Your mouth waters when his dark cock slaps against his stomach, standing proud with precum weeping from the tip. You scoot over on the seat and push your hair out of your face as you lean down to take the tip in your mouth. In response Taehyung buries his fingers through your hair.

“Shit,” he hisses out, “slow, slow.” He guides you down.

His cock throbs slowly with every inch that he slips into your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut and you relax your throat as to not go into a gagging fit. A low moan rumbles out of you, creating pleasant vibrations on his cock. You’re already building up drool in your mouth as you lay your tongue flat on the underside of his cock.

Taehyung sinks further into the seats and moans lowly, “That’s it baby,” he sighs out blissfully whilst closing his eyes.

The praise goes straight down to your pussy, you excitedly pull back to flick your tongue over the tip. You lap up all the precum and then wrap your lips around his cock. He groans your name out and begins to guide your head up and down his cock slowly.

“God your mouth y/n.” He moans, “Feels so fucking good.”

You whine around his cock and bob your head faster. The tip hits the back of your throat and you just know you’re about to be feeling this for days. Lewd slurping and gagging noises fill the car. You wrap your fingers around the messy base that is coated with your spit, stroking him.

Taehyung looks like he’s in heaven, his eyes are slipped shut and his head is thrown back on the seat. He utters your name or begs for more. You’re happy to give it to him as you reach below to fondle his balls and massage them.

“Oh fuck.” He groans, angling your head a certain way as he begins to fuck up into your mouth, “Sit still for me baby–mm, fuck–you’re doing so good for me.”

You sit pliantly as he begins fucking your throat roughly. You have tears welling in your eyes and you occasionally choke around his cock. “Mmph..!” You pull back, cock falling from your lips with a string of saliva connect you to the tip.

He pants heavily as he looks down at you and strokes his cock quickly, “Open up baby,” he slaps the tip against your lips, “that’s it–good girl.” He whispers and guides his cock back into your mouth.

You suck his cock loudly, bobbing your head quickly as you pair it with perfectly timed strokes. Taehyung’s caught off guard, lips falling open in a silent “o” as he shudders against the car seat. You let his cock go and suddenly slide all the way down until your nose is pressed against his pelvis.

“Fuck baby stay like that.” He whispers shakily and grips your hair, holding you in place as he begins to roll his hips upwards.

You close your eyes and let it all happen, moaning at the feeling of his cock sliding deep. You’re so turned on right now, your pussy literally aches for him to be inside. You’ve literally ruined your panties by now with how wet you were.

“Gonna cum..!” He gasps, “Fuck!” He grits his teeth and throws his head back as he cums silently.

His cock throbs and you feel the familiar warmth of his cum sliding down your throat. You eagerly swallow and suckle at his cock. He pants harshly as he lets you go and just sits bonelessly against the car seat. You guide his softening cock out of his mouth and stare up at him with ruined mascara.

“You alright there?” You smirk, wiping the leftover spit and cum off your lips.

“I literally just saw heaven.” Taehyung grunts tiredly, “Sucked the soul out of me.. you demon..” He glares grumpily.

You roll your eyes in amusement and bite your lip, “So you just gonna sit there or you going to fuck me? As much as I love making you see the pearly gates of heaven, I rather much feel you inside.” You giggle deviously, pecking his cheek.

Taehyung groans, “Baby you sucked the life out of me, give a man a couple seconds.” He chuckles stroking your messy hair.

“Yeah, and I’m about to ride the hell out of you.” You chirp.

Taehyung groans at that, cock twitching with interest..

POLL TIME :

a.) namkook - affair au

a/n ; so I may or may not have been feeling bored and just started to let my mind run wild if you haven’t noticed.. this is not the best I could’ve done and I’ve edited it for the past month like five times, and I am posting it right now to get it out of the way because I would actually really love to hear what would be said about this fic?! as it is my first one I am literally begging you to be nice to me lmao, I know people on the internet have opinions and I totally agree this is really something.. you could probably tell I can’t write smut because I wanted it to last and it went too fast in my mind but I am impatient [ I’ll get better] also thank you to the new moots I’ve made and have used for ref’s and the banner is just omg thank you @eerieedits they worked really hard!! now let’s dive into my twisted mind and make sure to tell me what you think? if all goes well reblogs are appreciated

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Purpose.

Something we have been told we were put on this earth  for, and something no human being ever contempt with their said lives until achieved. You told yourself this as the stranger that was kissing your neck in a very wanting yet intimate manner, loving. As if he knew you. “Mhm,”.  

That was enough to shake you from your thoughts; bringing you back to reality hearing the moan from the very handsome gentlemen who was relishing these moments a little more than you had; like a lion finally cornering it’s prey.

“W-wait” his lips felt so good, plushy and soft. It was extremely hard stopping him but you knew if you could not take this further. Fresh in  college and seeking for your  “big break”.  You were not exactly thriving in your career. Ever since the age of five you have wanted to be an actress. It was just something about being on the big screen, everyone watching your expression, movements, and enticed by just you. You craved the attention, it was addicting that way. Easing into your now adulted life supporting yourself and being an overall individual finding their way into the world you worried sure, just like everyone else you wanted to achieve your dreams. You were hungry for success, and you were not about to let any distractions misguide you, not even the doe eyed stranger whom caught your attention not even an hour ago and here you are.

“What baby, you don’t want this as much as I do?” without pausing  his movements, he slips your cocktail dress down your now exposed shoulder, gently but hungrily nipping at your skin, lips making their way to your collarbone. “You’re soaked, I can feel your sweet cunt leaking all over my sheets”   You whined at his words, already making it this far, in his house for god sakes you knew you were done for. Why hadn’t you stopped yourself? You had to admit meeting him back at the bar, his aura admitting the dark illusion that you had kept locked away not becoming exposed.  He has awoken something in you. And you liked it. Upon hearing his words in that time you had attempted to shiver away, you really tried to not succumb to what the lust you felt in your core wanted but Damn Was it hard. Shifting away slightly you found your voice.  

“We can't,” he sighed. He knew you like the back of his hand. Yes, you thought you had only met him tonight. And sure, you had formally. But you had been so naïve, predictable even. What would happen if you had met someone else tonight, The ketamine he had slipped into your drink has made you so submissive until now, was it wearing off? He has worked so hard to even get you to set foot into his house, keeping you here would be a task but nothing he couldn’t do. After All they did say dedication was the wakeup call to humans, didn’t they?  

“Baby, we’ve come this far, why ruin this?” Hand sliding down towards your stomach. “So soft and ready for me” he murmured in the crook of your neck. He waited too long to have you. It had become a great hassle following you around, checking into the hotels you’d been staying in. You sure do travel a lot for a broke college student—but it was not a big deal getting an extra key to your hotel room, you’d couldn’t imagine the price he’d pay to get to see you sleep, and tonight you were going to be safely in his arms, he’d make sure of it. 

You made moves to protest, but as he said he knew you like the back of his hand. His little angel. You were so beautiful, too bad you were so stupid.  

“Y/n, I want to make you feel good. Will you let me? Huh angel?” by this time as he was whispering in your ear his hand had traveled to unknown territory, over the years he’d memorized your body. Your curves and the way those short miniskirts flounced exposing your thighs in the flesh. You were so innocent, truly not understanding how a little lamb like you could be inviting all the darkness that lurked in the shadows with just a little glance his way. Jungkook  wanted you, and by the end of the night he’d have all of you. Your whimpers and moans as he pleasured  you only fueled his internal desire to corrupt you; mark you. So that the only touch on your body that would feel right would be his.   

In his hold, you didn’t realize just how enticing his words were, you wanted to listen to him. Like he was the only voice in your head, a siren drawing in its sailor ready to devour. The glint in his eyes held something. Something you would soon regret later not noticing. “Y-yes” you nod. A smirk plastered its way across his very handsome face, he was truly beautiful. Big doe eyes looking through yours, indeed the eyes were the window to the soul and  he was slowly stamping yours.  

“Yes what? What do you want me to do, angel?”  

With the very little experience you’d had, honestly you didn’t know what went beyond kissing and flirty touches, as you always shut down anything further. Yhad never been intimate on that level with a man, especially one with his physique. Thinking back to the intense eye contact you’ve shared with Jungkook,  it seemed purely intimate and at this time it is known that you didn’t properly take in this stranger. Eyes dancing down to his mouth that’s latched around your nipple, gently sucking and leaving marks on your chest area claiming you as his. Any person to the naked eye would say you were simply acting on delusion going home with a stranger. Reverting to your previous thoughts, you wouldn’t care. Your whole life you had never experienced something like this. The drive — lust clouding your thoughts. But also the sudden tiredness that engulfed you. Never had you felt this wanted. Surrounded by siblings and never really getting the proper attention that you had yearned for at an early age, it left something in you, Scarred you. And here he was, pampering you; paying attention to your body and soul. Projecting his desires onto you and making you feel. Wanted.  

Eyes still patiently boring into yours, waiting for your answer. He grabs you by your hips, his hands fit great there he thought to himself. He gently lifts you up as if you weigh nothing. Placing you right on his lap so you’re straddling him—knees digging to the duvet as you sit on his strong muscular thighs.  

“I need you to speak up angel, let me know how I can make you feel good. Yeah?” Starting the trail of kisses down your jaw going lower…

Fuck.  

Hearing the smirk in his voice you could tell he knew he had you falling apart, you weren’t even under him but he knew. You were slowly giving in, he just needed to push you a little more.  Without being able to stand his teasing any longer you finally blurted -- “fuck just touch me junkook” The grin was present on his lips as they were making their way further down your body. You were venturing into a whole new experience, blindingly trusting him.  

“I am touching you” You grimaced, Why was he making this so hard? Couldn’t he just stop teasing? Is he trying to ruin you? Kissing and sucking at   your neck like it was his new favorite thing to do. Jungkook was a lot of things but incompetent when it came to a womans needs, was not one of them. He was vigilant when it came to your body; watched your movements as if he were afraid to miss how your body reacted to him.  Hand trailing down your thigh all the way to the hem of your dress you’d worn. He slowly eased his hand up your inner thigh making sure to glance at your already fucked out state when he came in close contact with your clothed core. Slightly adding just the right amount of pressure rubbing up and down your folds using your slick arousal and earning a breathy moan and small whimpers from you. This is all he ever wanted, to see you so up close and vulnerable, raw and away from the world. To think all it took was fifty bucks to slide something your drink, any corrupt asshole could’ve done that— thought jungkook,  mentally face palming. See you needed him. What would you do if it had been someone else and you ended up somewhere far worse? This was for your own good 

As if you could hear his thoughts, you moaned right on cue. He would never get tired of hearing you moan, everything was falling into place.  

He tugged off your lace panties you’d put on previously. 

Your glistening folds made his head spin whilst carefully pulling you off his lap and laying you down, never in Jungkook’s  life has he seen something so beautiful. He didn’t waste time head diving straight between your thighs, like a starved man devouring the  last meal he’d ever consume.  He surprised himself when he moaned into your clit, after lapping it with kitten licks here and there his digits easing into you. It was your first time so he made sure to search for dislike or hurt in your facial expressions after receiving the pleasure that was his fingers, finding none he continued to press gentle kisses to your clit making sure to caress and curl his fingers in your velvety walls that he so desperately couldn’t wait to engulf his now throbbing cock in his tight jeans.  

“ F-fuck!, please!” You hadn’t known what you were begging for but you knew you loved this new sensation. The way he cupped your sex, how his tongue  felt on your clit always going back and giving it the proper attention—sucking when needed. Feeling your orgasm approaching you didn’t know what to do, sure you had known this much about sex to know you were orgasming but what would he do? Would he get grossed out? Jungkook  Reached up with his free hand and slid down the rest of your dress so it was pooling at your thighs exposing more of your breast. He reached your nipple  and rolled it around in his fingers, twisting and pulling to create another form of different pleasure.  

Hands going to his hair and pulling, when your hips started to stutter.  Walls tightening around his tongue. The beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and struggling breaths was enough to know you were tipping over the edge of reaching your high. It didn’t take a genius to know you were about to cum and Jungkook  would make sure he caught every once of your sweet essence.   

“Cum” His muffled words were  the last thing to get you to the peak of your orgasm, crashing down on you like a flood, what started climbing up your spine now pooling on the sheets and in his mouth. “ That’s it baby, can’t wait to see you on my cock” Hey says sitting on his knees going eyes reverting to your lips as he hovered over your half naked silhouette. He captured your lips in a needy and haste kiss, making himself at home between your legs. His hand wandering your body to rip the dress away to see your truly goddess like form fully. Only pulling away to take the rest of your dress off while reaching to cup his straining still covered cock, he needed more.  

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be gentle. Always”  The last part sort of a blur for you because of the post orgasmic state you’d been in the last few seconds so you brushed it off with a simple nod and sheepish smile on your face. Sinking his finger under the waistband of his jeans and briefs; he brought them down with haste, making sure to check your reactions to seeing his cock up close as it sprung free, tip red and angry veins prominent and  very much making themselves visible.  

He was so big. Eyes not leaving his member you reached to touch it, in response his dick twitched at the sudden warmth of your hand— feeling you felt so fucking good. Not wanting to cross boundaries  and possibly scare you off, he wavered the thoughts of how your mouth would feel around him and focused on your prominent hold on him in your hand.   “D-do you want me to-” The stutter in your voice showing up when you wish it wouldn't; showing your nervousness. Weakness. You wanted to feel more like the woman he’d made you feel like earlier when he’d had his fingers inside of you. Wanting to return the favor you slowly started bringing him your mouth. He pulled your head gently away, stopping you from going through with the action. “No, wanna be inside you” And it was true. He wanted to feel how your tight walls would clench around him, pounding  into you at an animalistic pace as  he repeatedly hit your cervix. You’d whimper and cry but he’d love every single moment of it because he was the cause. “I want to taste you” you whimpered. So fucking cute he could take you right here, but Jungkook wanted your first time to be special, so he did what he had to do  to make it just that. “I don’t have any condoms baby, but i’m clean. Are you?” You give a chaste nod and he bends down to kiss you long and passionately. He pulled away to grab his hard cock and position it at your leaking entrance giving himself a few test pumps, mesmerized  with your juices flowing down your thighs as he pushed in. At the sudden pressure your jaw dropped open and you felt like you wanted to cry. Jungkook eased in; once again checking your reactions to sense any sign of hurt or discomfort. When he found none he aimed to bottom out, massaging  your clit; rubbing figure eights as you got used to his length. He knew it might’ve been too much for you to take considering his previous partners but he wanted this so bad. Therefore him not pounding into your warm cunt had been a challenge. Your walls stopped clenching so harshly around him and you’d started to relax taking him deeper than you both knew you could. The feeling was euphoric and Jungkook  couldn’t ask for more. “So fucking tight Y/N” he breathed out somewhat coherent to you as your moans grew louder as the pace got rougher. You didn’t even know you were capable of feeling this type of pleasure and making these noises. He was consuming you in all the right places. Worshiping your body; in that moment you felt wanted more than ever. “You feel so amazing baby” he pants and whines while thrusting into you, the pace starting to get harder and  the burn from the stretch subsiding as the pleasure starts to rise causing the knot in your stomach to tighten. You mewl and moan underneath him as the sweat drips down his forehead. “Oh my god, that feels amazing” you’re slowly coming undone, chest rising and falling at the same pace Jungkook  has chosen. He's like a beast, his pupils look to have grown in size and turned a deep obsidian shade as they bore into your own creating that same eye contact from earlier. “Yeah? You like how my big  cock feels inside of you? You moan at his explicit words only adding to the pressure in your core. The only thing you can do is nod at him. But just as you do he groans in pleasure and slight annoyance. “Words- FUCK” Jungkook  can feel his balls tightening; his hand travels up to your throat while the other stays on your hip holding you in place as he chases his orgasm but not before taking you to your peak as well. “I’m- i’m cumming!” you scream.

“Cum around my cock angel” He had you.