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Bound By Blood (m)

synopsis: A servant to the state since birth, forced to work for the royal family until you die. These are the conditions that have granted you life, yet are they are the same ones that can take everything away. He can take everything away. But he would never, for you are his future, his eternity.

k.taehyung x f.reader

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: wc: 16.0k

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: genre: royalty au, soft yandere, fluff, smut, smidge of angst

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: content: soft yandere!prince!taehyung, maid!reader, power imbalance, talks about death/violence, blood, slight predator/prey dynamics, manipulation, misunderstandings, dom!tae, tae calls reader lamb, oral (f.receiving), marriage related dirty talk, virginity kink/loss of virginity, size kink, praise, reader is fucked dumb, implied kissing reader while she sleeps, implied offscreen somno, implied stalking, ownership, tae is rlly sweet and adorable

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: notes: hello!!! this was meant to be a drabble but as you can see it spiralled out of control lmao. i got a little hyper fixated (and grew a really bad crush on this taehyung) so it ended up being way longer than i initially thought! regardless, i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it!!

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The Kim Empire.

Your home, your family, your livelihood all wrapped up in those three little words.

They practically brandish your mind, have been since you were no more than a babe. Stuck in the clutches of everything Kim since you were born. Your mother a maid, your father gone from the face of the earth. At least as far as you are concerned he is, anyway.

He is better off dead. The alternative of him living scott free in some far off land, meanwhile you have to serve the hand and foot of the king sets no more than the bitter taste of coffee beans against your gums.

Bedding your mother, no more than a fresh-faced maid at the time. Outcasting her the second after when he had to have known the rules of the palace. The demise it would cost both her and her future daughter. Perhaps every generation that followed as well– if there were to be any, that is.

Housestaff are not meant to have relationships. They are meant to serve the king and his bountiful family. How are you meant to do anything else with a child bouncing at your hip, a husband grabbing at your ass.

You’ve heard the speech plenty of times. The words ingrained in your skull just as the brand you received when you were far too young to remember the pain of it. Evidence that you are bound to the palace by blood until the very moment you take your last breath.

The punishment for becoming pregnant within the walls of the palace are simple: your child belongs to them. For anything within the Kim Estate is their rightful property, given to them by the grace of god.

You, a gift from god to serve the empire. You would snort at the notion if training from a young age prohibited it. You are just a result of your mothers kindness, her naivety.

You could never find it within your heart to blame her. She was just a girl who thought she was in love. Fired for her love. Had her daughter taken from her to serve for her love.

Love is something you will never be granted the property of.

You will be granted an allowance to send home to your mother to keep her afloat. You will be granted a room to sleep in, clothes to wear, food to eat. A secure job in which you can never be fired– well. That is a lie. Though, your termination would come at the end of an axe, rather than a piece of paper.

You used to muse at the thought– when you were a young girl, no more than 11 or 12. Going through your melancholy years, hating the rest of the world for simply existing. For putting you in a position where you could not change your fate, instead had to endure your present. Feeling like a girl trapped in a tower just like the bedtime stories had always prescribed.

One time you had caused such a ruckus in front of the oldest Kim son you really did think you were going to get the axe. Hell, you were even prepared for it. Locked away in a cell for two nights, brought before the executor.

Right before the swing was meant to be brought down against your neck the head maid ran into the room, gave some sort of letter to the man. She apologised profusely, gripping your ear and dragging you away from the scene.

You hadn’t acted ary since then. It taught you your place. Made you realise the need to survive buried deep within your bones. In the innate way some sort of wildcat would lash out until it was bloodied and on its last breath.

You would not die at the end of a knife. You’d live your life, acting a maid until you could die peacefully of old age. Even if it meant surrendering yourself to servitude for the most annoying brat you’ve ever laid eyes on.

A quiet sigh slips past your lips at the mere thought of him. The sound would get you punished if anyone were to hear, especially in respect to the coveted crown prince of the kingdom. Few share the same opinion as you of him– but then again most that work here aren’t forced.

It is only when the stars are strung high in the sky that you allow yourself to feel such things. When you stay awake past the beginning of rest hours, most of the staff (save for the night shift) falling to sleep hours prior. Only then when you’re out in the gardens do you allow indignation to satiate your brain.

For the few hours of freedom you may hold dear until the next morning begins and you are forced to live the same day once more. Over and over again until the end of time.

Your fingertips reach out as you walk, bruised from the scrubbing of floors, to find purchase against the walls of flowers rimming the maze. Rough fingertips dance against the gentle petals of roses, lulling in the feeling. Picking themselves against the thorns without much of a thought, not withdrawing. Only pausing feet to observe.

How can something so delicate and beautiful wish to cause harm? It does not. It simply desires a way to survive. You could never fault it for that.

“Pretty, are they not?” A dark, husky voice sends cold down your spine. Hairs become on edge, back straightens taught, ears perk just as if you are an obedient dog. Fear flashing through your entire being.

You do not wish to turn around. Do not have any want to face the man that has caught the air in your lungs. The one catching you in the garden without any proper attire in place. Though you must. You must bow, grovel at his feet for forgiveness for allowing him to see you in your nightgown. For not being in bed as you should.

Prince Kim has never been known for being kind.

Your body acts for you while your mind sets on pause– taking several steps forward, bending your body at the hips to give a proper 90 degree bow. Your hands clasp before you, hair coming down in front of your face.

“Prince Kim–” You rush, suddenly out of breath, “Please forgive my insolence. I-I am not of right attire or mind to be standing in front of his excellency right now. Nor should I be excused for touching the property of the palace. I have no proper excuse and any punishment you decide will be deserving. Please forgive me.” The words recite from your lips like a bible– instruction of them being heard time and time again.

Cold night air whips at your ankles, fluttering the gown around your ankles. The chill only adding to the cold sweat you’ve discovered has perspired. Making your hair dance around your shoulders.

You expect something, anything really. A slap, a single word. Though there is only silence in response. Silence that extends far too long and feels far too pungent for your taste. If he was going to do something, you rather he just get it over with.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally hear the baritone of his voice once more.

“Pretty, are they not?” He asks again, repeating the same sentiments as before. Confusion bristles through as a kite in the summer air. Why is he asking you this? Is he not annoyed he caught a maid in such a level of disrobement? What is he trying to gain? What does he want?

All the questions you do not have any hope to answer rush through you causing you to feel confused and incomposed. Every boring lesson you were forced to sit through never taught you how to deal with this exact situation. You aren’t sure what he wants, nor your place in the garden. The thought scares you.

Against your better judgement, you allow your chin to tilt up only slightly. Only enough to look at the man– to try and read the expression on his face so you can better analyse your next action.

The shock you feel when you find his face is only inches from your own, frame bent down to make his eyes level with yours is something you cannot explain in words alone.

You would prefer to scream and run, however that is not an option at this moment, or so it appears. Instead, your eyes only widen in shock, in trepidation. Your mouth opens into a small ‘o’ as you stare.

Never before have you made eye contact with a member of the family. Never before have you had the luxury to view one so close. In any other circumstance, you suppose, you would surely be punished for such a thing. Someone lower should never view a future king in such a way.

You wish you could say he was a heinous, ugly beast for hatred of the palace alone. Yet you can’t, for he isn’t. He is beautiful.

Sure, you knew that already. Paintings of him are plastered across the walls– his face is everywhere eyes are able to reach. Yet this close, at this angle, you can’t stop the way your heart skips a beat. Can’t help but admire every facet of his complexion before being thrown in front of the lion again.

A gorgeous, blinding smile wipes across his face the moment you face him. Lips forming into an adorable box after he finally has your attention fully drawn on him. You’re startled back once again, sending your brain into a further whirlwind than before.

He desires an answer.

“I um… Yes. I suppose they are.” You nod slowly in response, following in his footsteps as he returns to full height.

You must follow his lead– it is how you will survive.

You usher a stray lock of hair over your shoulder, trying to stop it from hitting your face. The air starts to become stale again, feeling empty in the lack of his reply. It is awkward, and the way he stares at you, eyes darting around your face– your figure, has you feeling in some sort of girlish, embarrassed way.

You think you dislike the feeling.

“Are you a fan of roses?” His arms are pulled behind him, wrapped together as he bounces on his toes in something that looks like… boyish delight? The muddle of your brain can't help to understand a single thing. He is making no sense, trying to make conversation with you. Trying to find a morsel of companionship in someone who is meant to bow to him like he is the true god of your mortal plain.

You will have to oblige until he allows you to depart.

“I suppose so.”

He frowns. Try again.

“I adore them, the palace always has the most gorgeous petals all year round.” You smile at him, hoping it masks any discomfort you feel.

The smile returns to his own lips as he begins to walk. Tilting his head to you as a cue to join him. You try to keep your paces a few behind his own, a maid should never walk beside a member of the family. Though he only slows in response, matching your gate even though it is obvious he hates having to slow down.

Why is he behaving in this manner? It makes no sense to you.

“The flower of devotion.” He nods, breaking the silence once more and keeping his eyes straight ahead.

You almost want to admire his profile– the gentle curve of his nose, yet you refrain. Training your eyes ahead, keeping your fingers laced in front of you. Trying to look as put together as possible at this moment.

“Is it?” You quiz, unable to take the awkward silence anymore. He doesn’t seem to mind it. Unbothered, tucking his hands into the pockets of his loose, flowing sleep pants.

“Of many other things, as well.” He nods, sending a slight smile at you.

“I don’t know much about the language of flowers.” Though it feels wrong to be talking with Prince Kim so casually, you try your best. The more you give in, mayhaps the sooner he’ll bore and the faster you will be able to run from the cage.

“Tell me your favourite, maybe I can tell you its meaning.” He pauses and you find yourself at the foot of the gazebo. He reaches out his hand, offering to help you up the small stairs of it.

All over again you find yourself taken aback. The prince is requesting that you touch him, not for his service, but your own. He desires to help you. Is for some reason treating you like a lady.

You don’t understand it, yet with great hesitation you oblige. You place your hand on his much larger one, allowing it to encase it. Help you up the stairs.

“I don’t know many…” You hope he cannot hear the hesitation in your tone, “Though I’ve always been fond of lilies.” You tell him, attempting to pull your hand away from his own as you reach the top.

He doesn’t allow it, keeping your small palm tight in his own. Fear trickles in once more, circling around your heart, constricting it.

You knew you shouldn’t have trusted him in the slightest. It is here where you shall face punishment for all the previous misdemeanours committed. White stone shall be painted with red and you will be left to your own devices to clean up the mess.

Your lungs start to take in more air, though of course you try to disguise it. Turning around to face him, to discover why he has kept you held firm, air is leaving your lungs for another reason entirely.

He holds your hand close, examining your fingers. Tilting it back and forth, smoothing his thumb over the back of your skin. If he takes note of the little dots of red, he doesn’t make comment of it. He only curls his fingers upwards, hooking against your own. Bringing your hand up to his lips as if it was the most delicate thing on earth. Staring at them with a passion you doubt you’ve ever seen before.

“Rebirth.” His breath fans across your knuckles, slowly lowering to place a gentle kiss against the skin. His lips are soft, so gentle against your weary flesh. So full of safety, so full of song.

When he retracts, he pulls away no more than a millimeter, though his grip tightens.

“Purity.”

Your first meeting with the prince had left you with a flurry of emotions, none of which you could hope to syphon through. For hours he kept you in the gazebo, sitting with you. Talking until it appeared the sun was cresting over the horizon.

He refused to release your hand the entire time. His fingers playing with your own, perhaps obsessed with the feeling of your tiny hand laced with his own pristine skin. Did not pay any attention the several times you tried to excuse yourself, only changing the subject of conversation to try and keep you in place.

It was strange. Confusing. You did not understand the reasoning or cause behind any of his actions.

Well, at least until the next morning while you were scrubbing the floors. Your friend Annabell cleaning right by your side. Catching up, gossiping about the new recruits found in the manner. It is only times like these when you actually get the chance to talk, to giggle with someone meant to be your equal in both age and house status.

The only chance you’re truly able to forget about the fact she is able to leave once her contract expires. But it does not matter– any small amount of spite you hold is slashed away by her kind smile. The understanding in her eyes as she treats you like just another maid set to work for the king instead of a captive.

It is only after the 7th yawn of the morning she asks about the poorly covered bags under your eyes. You had gone to bed with the rest of the girls, there is no reason you should be so tired. You never appear to be, at least it is not shown around others.

You struggle with yourself for a moment, trying to decide whether the night before was meant to be kept as a closely guarded secret to your chest. Yet one look at your closest confidant had you spilling everything.

The entire night– the stars, the flowers, the way he prattled on. How tight he gripped your dirty, calloused hand against his pristine soft ones.

You feel strange speaking of it, remembering it in any way. It causes your cheeks to heat and a fury to settle below your ribs.

It is a strange feeling, yet not an entirely unwanted one.

Your eyes train to the floor as you spill your soul, unable to keep it in once it starts pouring out. You try to keep your tone as neutral as possible– to tell her about the night as if it was a simple news story you heard from a guard. Though, you’re unsure of your success in the matter.

A poised laugh leaves the lips of your counter, her eyes cresting into half-moons.

“You cannot be serious right? You tell stories.” She giggles, shaking her head before continuing her assault on the floor.

You simply shake your own.

“It happened, I was as shocked in the moment as you seem to be now.” She lets out a small bellow of giggles once again.

“No, no. I believe it happened entirely. I’m only talking about the fluster of your face.” She giggles, lifting her rag and shaking it for dramatic effect. You roll your eyes, cracking a small smile.

“There is no such thing.” You laugh knowing that there is.

“Oh my heavens. Y/n, you cannot tell me you’ve grown fond of the Prince, have you?” Her words are hushed now, much more so than before. As if someone may be listening to the conversation.

You tense in reply, unsure of the answer yourself. The closest you’ve ever felt to fondness of another man was a stable boy a few years back. Only 17 at the time, head wrapped in romance novels that you didn’t entirely understand. He was handsome and he was kind. However just as you were starting to become closer to him, he was sent away to work at another palace.

You had not been optimistic since then.

She takes your silence as an answer in itself. Moving towards you, gripping your shoulders and hauling you to sit on your haunches. Forcing you to look at her face as she speaks.

“You cannot be serious.” She repeats again, hoping for any sign of doubt. All she receives is bewilderment in reply, “Y/n. You can never trust Prince Kim.”

You sigh, “I know, Anne, I–” You’re cut off with her own voice again.

“No, not in the way you’re imagining.” She sighs, letting her hands drop from your shoulders to continue scrubbing at the floor. Making work of herself as she speaks, “The other maids don’t tell you of much, do they?”

You can’t deny it. Your seclusion within the castle walls is only partly of your own design.

Other maids do not feel as though they can trust you, seeing as you are full property of the crown. In their eyes, you hold not a crumb of loyalty to your own kind. Few maids speak to you like Annabell does for fear the second they say anything wrong you are going to tell the world.

You would never, though your word is worth its weight in feathers to them.

“They don’t care for me as you do… no…” You admit, continuing to clean as well. She already knew the answer, letting out an exhale before she speaks.

“Prince Kim has a pension for… debauchery… I shall say,” She flinches at her own words, yet doesn’t know a better way to put it, “The variety in which he uses pretty words to seduce young ladies to bed with him. Royalty from other lands, general’s daughters, maids. It matters not. He likes them for the night then pretends they shall never exist again.”

Each word she speaks sends another stab into your gut. A dull pain blooming from the same places which a swirling was forming before.

Ah. It all makes sense now.

“Oh.”

“He has a particular fondness for the other maids, you know. Bedding them without a second thought.” A grimace forms on your friend's lips, scrubbing harder into the already shining floors, “There is no reason to form any sort of affection for that man. It will only end with his seed inside your core and a knife in your heart.”

Yes, everything she is saying makes perfect sense. You feel almost stupid to not see it before. Maybe you just didn’t want to see it– want to think about it in any sort of fashion. But this makes much more sense than the crown prince wanting to speak to you for any other purpose. Explains why he was acting as a true gentleman to someone so much lower than him.

However, you find that it does not take away the cavernous pit that has formed in your gut.

“I see, I have no desire for either.” You nod your head in understanding, not sure of what else to say. “I don’t understand why he’s taken an interest in me, though.”

She gawks, “I don’t understand why it has taken him so long to in the first place.” She shakes her head.

“Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter. Y/n, you must promise me. You will not fall for him, nor give any part of yourself to him. He is not someone that will care for you like you deserve.” She states, blue eyes piercing icicles into your own. She is determined and will not relent until you agree.

“I do not wish to. Not after hearing all of…” You make some sort of motion with your hand, “that. Anyone would be a fool to like him.”

You nod your head while Annabell smiles in agreement.

“Good.”

Those are the last words you exchange with anyone for hours. The rest of the day passed by with lightning, an endless turnstile of things to take care of. A ball was to be held soon meaning the castle would be a wreck for the next few days. Too much planning, cleaning, sewing, coordination had to take place before anyone could rest.

Honestly, you were grateful for it. A break from thinking was much needed. As is a good night’s rest.

You sigh, already imagining how lovely it would feel to pull off your shoes for the day. Peel the cotton off your body and replace your dress with something more comfortable.

Oo! Hopefully enough warm water will be left for a quick bath. That would be just wonderful, your muscles would be able to unfurl. The perfect thing to lull you into a glorious sleep.

Your arms stretch over your head as you finish descending the staircase into the maid hallways. Bones in your back pop from the pressure, causing a sigh to make its way from your lungs. Your nimble fingers make their way to the ribbon holding your hair in place, untying it and allowing the tresses to fall.

Soon you would be in the maid resting quarters– your appearance would matter not there anyway.

You send small smiles to other staff members passing you, those that have either just woken for the night or those who still have work to do. Yet in return, each one of them just stares at you with an incredulous look. Turning and whispering to their friends as if you were not still in front of them.

You can’t help to understand why. Those around you may not have considered you a friend, but they were never rude. Always polite when need be. It has you feeling strange, some type of nervousness as you get closer and closer to the hallway extending to the maids personal rooms.

Rounding the corner, you discover exactly why.

His frame looks entirely out of place standing there. A perfect, pristine picture in a hallway of drab, illuminated only by the lanterns hanging on the wall. Royal blue tunic draped on his shoulders only emphasising his status.

He looks as though he was never meant to be here. Like a mistake was made along the cobblestone walls. No, he looks as though he is meant to be among the living. Not in your dreary, windowless life. Nothing could change that.

You stand there frozen, a deer caught in the lanturn of a hunting party. A pounding of your heart, as well as the dark swell of your gut coming back to life. Why is he here? Why the hell does he have a bouquet of flowers?!

You wish to scream, but you don’t. You have already been caught.

His eyes look up from where he created a small pile of dirt on the floor. His face coming alight in an instant, pushing himself to full stature from where he once leaned against the wall. Long legs making their way towards you while he suddenly has the decency to hide the bouquet behind his back.

Annabell certainly did not mention this method of Prince Kim’s seduction. You had never seen him down here before.

“Hi.” Is all he says once he is finally face to face with you. His face bright and youthful. Excited.

It seems all formalities have been dropped in his mind, though you refuse the notion.

“Prince Kim.” You simply reply, lowering yourself in a curtsy.

He pays no mind, almost pretending you never did it in the first place. Instead, he simply rocks back and forth on his heels, bouncing slightly in delight. Wanting something, unable to voice it.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, hoping to end the encounter swiftly to stop all of the prying eyes leering into your being.

“I brought you something.” His eyes do not break contact with yours once and you can see his hand twitch by his side as if it wants to reach out for something. You're glad he has the decency to hold back, so you shall do the same by pretending you never saw the flowers in the first place.

You choose not to ask yourself why he brought you a present. It must just be a trick of seduction.

“I am honoured to accept such a thing.” You send a small smile his way, something between real and fake. It seems to make him beam.

His arm comes out from behind, holding the flowers between both of your bodies. You look down at them, shock written across your features.

Sure, you had noted them as flowers before. But you think these may be the prettiest ones you’ve seen in your whole life. Petals of orange, white, and purple cloud in your eyes. Stomatas filled with the sweet pollen.

Lilies. All different kinds– ones you’ve never seen before.

They’re out of season, at least you think they are. How did he get these? Why is he giving them to you? Why is he trying to get the butterflies to return? Why is he trying to make your heart explode?

“Prince Kim…” You’re not sure what to say– instead gently reaching out to feel the velvet of a petal. Staring intently at their colours, unable to pull your eyes away.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” His voice is a husk of a whisper, as if you’re the only two in the hallway. As if other maids are not passing, as if they are not staring at the two of you.

“Yes… I… I’m not sure what to say.” It is all so hypnotic.

“Thank you would be a good beginning, no?” His smile is soft, a light chuckle present in the tone.

You pause, tilting your head to look up at him fully– a large, real smile donning your lips.

“Yes. Thank you.”

You feel as if you are floating, just as you would when reading those romance books in your late teen years. Like the world has stopped moving save for the prince in front of you slowly passing the flowers into your arms.

Your hands brush against each other and you feel his fingers twitch, tightening ever so slight. Wishing to grab onto your hand just as he had done the night before. Wishing to insect every line that traces over your fresh once more.

However, he refrains. Allowing his ringed fingers to sink themselves into his pockets.

“I was just going to have them delivered. I’m not really meant to be down here, you know,” His smile is shy, “But I didn’t know your room. That, and I wanted to see you again.”

You look down, unable to keep the eye contact he presses you for. Prince Kim is too much for you. You don’t understand how he couldn’t be too much for anyone.

“Oh…” You’re a flush, “Thank you for saying that.”

“It is nothing to thank me for.” He chuckles, bangs dimming the hues of his eyes, “I’m sure I bored you with all of my ramblings.”

He did, partly, but that was more discombobulation for the situation and a sense of tiredness creeping into your bones. You shake your head quickly.

“Of course not. I had.. Fun.” Mayhaps fun isn’t the right term, yet there is no word that exactly describes your emotions of last night, nor the ones of today.

“As did I.” His lips are tight in a smile again, feet bouncing on their heels once more. He’s nervous, wants to say something again but isn’t sure how.

You’re not sure how to feel about learning what that habit means. Not sure how to feel about what any of this means. You have not had a moment alone to truly dissect what all of it is.

“I would love to spend the night talking to you again, if you would allow me.” You don’t think you would love anything more, yet you know you would not be able to function. Would probably make a fool of yourself, too.

“I-I think it would be best if I were to get some rest… I had not even an hour before I had to start working last night.”

He frowns, “That’s not good for your health…” He pauses, searching your face for any signs of distress, “Then let's talk in your room. I will only stay until you sleep.”

You pause, air drifting back into your lungs.

Ah. Right.

The words of your friend sink in once again, breaking you out of whatever trance he had put you under. Whatever spell he laced through both of your ears to have you singing songs of praises for him and the crown.

He wants you as a notch in a bedpost. Nothing more. It is clear as day and you are a fool to think anything other than that. This is all just a cleverly rehearsed show. You will not fall victim like your mother.

All royalty is the same. Use use use. Beat a dead horse until it stops coughing up any sort of reprise.

Your posture is suddenly tense, fist gripping the flowers so tight your knuckles appear white.

How dare he think so low of you. How dare he think he might be able to fuck you for nothing.

“Men are not allowed in the women's private quarters.” Your voice is staunch, though it is not as if he can tell nor cares.

If he does, he doesn’t show it.

“Ah,” The lilt is still evident in his tone, the cat playing with the mouse, “But I am not any man, am I?” His body leans a bit closer, pulling his face parallel to your own. Smirk playing on his lips.

Beauty is a deceptive thing, isn’t it? “When I am king I’ll make it so I can see you whenever we both desire.” Something heats in your gut at those words, yet anger quells it just as fast.

“It is a shame that you are not King yet, then.” You nod politely in his direction, trying to excuse yourself. Yet your words only seem to excite something in his eyes, lighting a fire behind them.

“My, I didn’t know you felt that way.” He smiles coy. A flustered sensation overcomes you as you realise the double meaning behind your words. You had made it sound like you wanted him in that way when that could not be farther from the truth.

“I do not.” You state, your voice ice. Though once again, it seems that it does not pierce him.

“There is no reason to be so cold, Y/n.” He sing songs, tapping one of his long fingers against the side of his head.

“I am not being cold! You are just not listening.” You sigh in exasperation. Exhaustion and annoyance make you forget yourself, causing your volume to rise just as his own does. This only seems to excite him more.

“I have heard enough.” He giggles, boyish and what others would describe as cute. Right before you’re able to argue back once again, he cuts in with his own voice once more.

“I will leave you for now. Find a pretty place for the flowers.”

He smiles generously at you, beginning to walk away, “Have a good night. I’ll see you soon.”

In your shamble of a disposition, you’re left stuck there. Staring at his back as he retreats down the hallway.

The shock of everything that had just transpired coming over you all at once. How poorly you had behaved. How you spoke to him. He could have you killed for any one of those things however instead he left you with a bouquet of flowers and a promise for another night.

You scramble to find yourself, to move yourself from out of the eyeline of every other maid. To make your way to your room, your one sanctuary as quickly as possible.

It is only when you’re in those walls, hard oak door shut firmly beside you that you have to remind yourself of your promise to your best friend. Remember that the prince fights his battles with words and emotions.

Your second meeting with the man had left you even more confused than the first. Thousands of questions and emotions real through your bones at a pace your brain can’t manage to understand. Leaves you fuming, trying to form a single coherent thought as you analyse the last two nights with a ferocity unimagined.

In your state, however, you neglect to think of the one question that should be dancing before you, held on a string just out of reach.

Why did he know your name?

It is apparent that since that night, Prince Kim has located which room you find habitance in.

This morning, another letter has found itself slipped under the base of your door. They have become commonplace now– letters detailing apologies for why he was unable to visit, what he had gone about on his day, his regrets that he has not heard back from you in what feels like ages.

He’s tried to speak to you a few times in the palace when you work. His eyes always trained on you with something you’re unable to describe when you clean nearby.

You wish you could say it was perverse in manner, but it was nothing of the sort.

Every once and awhile you would catch a lily pinned to his breast pocket. He would send you a secret smile whenever it caught your attention. As if it was a tale meant for only the two of you to know. As if he wanted to carry a portion of you with him.

You may be naive in saying so, nor do you have much experience in the matter, but these do not feel like the actions of a man who simply wishes to find home under your dress. These feel more personal. More extravagant than anything else.

Nevertheless, you ignore every single advance. Annabell made you promise, and it was a promise you were intent on keeping until your dying breath.

Put the letters away in a box, never to be responded to. Avoided looking at him whenever he was near. Rushed out of rooms when it appeared he was intent on making his war for you.

Icing out the prince is what is best. Whatever lilies he will wilt and die and you will be able to continue on with your hatred of the Kim family as well as your blood pact with the throne.

You only wish it was that easy.

“Y/n!! Miss Y/n!!” There is a scramble outside of the door, voices hailing for your presence. You don’t know why– you’re on wash duty. Anyone, unless they’re extraordinarily new, would know that.

The voice grows more erratic, more panicked. As if their life depends on finding you in that very moment. The other maids in the quarters send their glaces to you, urging you to go yet not one opens their mouths.

At least one bonus of endenturing your entire life to the palace is that you have grown in rank. More than 10 years has granted you a decent position.

A hushed sigh slips past your lips and your hands find themselves forcing the pile of sheets into the washing tub. Your hands quickly wipe away at your apron, ridding them of any moisture before pushing open the door.

Stepping into the hallway lined with stone you notice only a single girl. Her entire form shaking as she paces the hall– panicked. Blonde curls bouncing with every step, cheeks a fluster.

A new recruit, indeed. Celley is the name she wears.

She had just entered with the last batch of new maids, starting at the palace no more than 2 months ago. She was a recruit you were unsure of– not having a lick of grace or balance, nor any experience with serving. But you suppose there are many reasons maids are chosen.

You do not like to think of them.

Her feet are suddenly clamouring over to you, noticing your presence for the first time since you’ve stepped in the hallway. Her small, shaking hands grip your shoulders, holding you with all the will she seems to possess.

“Excuse me have you seen–” She stops herself, tiny pants pausing as her eyes go wide, “Oh my days! Miss Y/n! You must hurry!” She rushes, hand gripping your wrist as she tries to pull you away.

Though your face twists in confusion, your feet remain firm.

“What’s the matter?” You ask, both sympathy and concern entering your frame. You can admonish her later for her lack of manners, however now, the girl seems truly frightened. Her large steel eyes looking back at you, pleading.

“The crown prince! He’s!” She’s out of breath once again, continuing to try and urge you on.

This time, the second the word prince is muttered, you begin to follow her pace, “He’s lost his mind! He’s going on a firing spree! Locking up anyone who tries to calm him!”

“What? Why is that? Did something happen?” You ask hushed, urging the girl to keep her voice down. Though you both are similar in age, it is apparent who has experienced this type of thing before.

“He got into some kind of spat with his father. His instructor was fired when he tried to continue on with their lesson.” It seems she understood your message, continuing to hurry you down the halls.

“And what am I meant to do?”

“I-I don’t know!” She lets out a quiet yelp, pulling you closer as you exit the maid hallways and enter the palace ones, “His personal maid is away visiting family. She said to leave everything to you if something were to happen! I-I didn’t know what else to do!”

Damn Eleanor and everything she stands for. Why the hell did she have to bring your name into this?! Shouldn’t the head maid be called in times like this?! Not you, someone who wants nothing to do with any member of the royal family. Especially the crown prince himself. Sure, there must be rumours spreading around but you had managed nearly three weeks without speaking to him!

You let out a sigh, squaring your shoulders in an attempt to appear more confident, more put together. You will do this, and you will come out victorious. Every battle before has left you victor. What is one more?

“I understand. It will be dealt with.”

The least you can gain is the idyllic picture of the prince to be shattered forever. That would be the most ideal outcome, something to truly force him out of your heart for good. You will not fall prey to him and his earthly desires. He will not win your heart.

At least that is what you hope.

The throne room's doors stand before you, delicate lacings of gold worth more than your entire being etched into its surface. A glittering picture for what is sure to be a bloodbath behind its contents.

A deep inhale of warm air fills your lungs, hand pressing against the door as you force it open. Face someone you have not wanted to see nor extinguish the flames of in nearly a month.

He stands before you, 20 paces ahead. A broken bottle in his hand as he heaves, shoulders rising and falling with the passion of ten thousand suns. The look of murder in his eyes as he stares down at a maid, her form on the ground. Bowing with as much might as she can possess, looking for any exit possible. Few other maids stand around the room, keeping their heads low, avoiding any eye contact possible.

Though he looks like a mad man– mayhaps a god of war himself, not a single hair is out of place on his head. He is still the picture of sovereignty. And though your breath spikes, you find that you are not afraid.

What a strange feeling it is.

The creak of the door sends single to him, has him whipping his head to face you. Anger etched into his features, a new target befalling his sight.

You stand tall, moving towards him. You will rise to the position given to you, even if it shall mean your inevitable downfall. As long as the new staff are safe.

Only, when he looks to you, no wrath is found. No anger or deceit. The second his eyes meet your own, his expression drops along with the bottle in his hands. More glass littering the floor in its wake.

His eyes soften, his lips turning from a sneer into a gentle frown. His shoulders automatically lower, and suddenly it appears that there is no one else in the room. His legs move automatically, carrying themselves to you with such a hurried pace you would have thought he had seen a long lost friend.

Oddly, this scares you more than when he was angered.

You start into a bow, “Prince Kim, I’ve come in place of–”

His arms wrap themselves around you before you can speak another word. Pulling you in, wrapping you into his scent as you're pressed against his sturdy chest. Strong arms keep you in place as he tries to make his body become one with your own.

His face buries itself into the crook of your neck, one hand raising to tie itself in your hair. It forces you to stay in place, stay attached to him just the way he wants you to be. Allows him to inhale, breathing in all of you. Finally delving into the scent that he has been craving.

Your eyes only widen, hands staying firm at your side in shock. Heart beginning to race, head becoming lost in the soaps that only a member of a family could possibly own.

You’re not sure what to do. How to behave. As far as you are concerned or aware, this is something that no other has had happen before. At least not so openly. Not so brazenly in front of a myriad of other people.

But, it seems to calm him. To placate him in a way you’re not sure anyone could explain.

You try to make a small twisting motion with your hand, try to urge everyone else to leave while they have the chance.

They seem to take it, exiting the room as fast as possible.

You’re sure word of this will spread throughout the castle quickly. You hope the consequences will not be dire.

“Prince Kim–” You begin to speak after everyone has cleared out, after he holds you for what feels like a lifetime. You can’t find it in you to want him to pull away, no matter how embarrassing this seems.

“Shh,” He quickly silences you with a gentle press of his lips to your pulse, “Let me stay like this for a moment.”

You are unable to move. Unable to breathe after he kisses you. War could begin in that very moment and you’re not sure you would have noticed in the slightest. You are stunned into obeying his whim as he simply inhales and exhales.

The umber in his voice only comes after a millennia, after his shoulders have completely sagged. After all the tension is removed from his body.

“You didn’t respond to my letters.” He still doesn’t pull away, his grip on your hair tightening a fraction.

You pause.

“I…I didn’t know where to send them.” You lie and his hand loosens. The correct answer.

“My study. Put them under the door to my study.” He instructs like a king would.

You’re not sure why the tone of his voice sends shocks to your gut. Pooling into something you only find in your dreams.

“But if someone were to see them–”

“Let them.” Mumbles in your ear to you and you alone, a growl practically spiking through his voice, “I want them to know.”

Oh. This is new. This is definitely new. This is not the same way you felt with the stable boy years ago. This has become something entirely alienating. A completely different beast. You know that now as his baritone voice sends waves straight through your gut.

You simply nod in reply, your mouth unwilling to say anything back. The arm around your lower back grows more firm.

“Tell me where you will put your replies.” He commands into your ear.

“Under the door to your study.” Your reply is automatic, years of answering to the kingdom evident in your tone.

He sighs, unfurling his fingers from your locks to gently pet the top of your head, “Good girl.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, soft as he touches you.

“Good lamb.”

You sigh, fingers deftly searching through your wardrobe for just a single pair of underwear. But once again, you turn up empty. It seems like every day that passes, another pair disappears without your knowledge.

Perhaps one of the new girls is causing a fuss, messing up the laundry for everyone else.

That is the only logical solution, at least.

But logic doesn’t seem to make much sense at all anymore. You couldn’t hope to understand why few of your other belongings have come up indignant as well.

Your favourite perfume, one of your stuffed animals, even your toothbrush! All have magically vanished from thin air over the course of the last week.

It is too bad that you haven’t had the time to think about it, either. Preparations for the ball have been raging throughout the palace. Everyone has been on their toes, unwilling to face the wrath of the planners as they try to make everything perfect.

You have had not one moment alone to think, either swept up in cleaning, decorating, or well… recently you and the prince have been going on walks through the garden at night. Though that doesn’t matter much. It doesn’t mean anything– just another thing he made you promise to. Claiming he wishes to spend as much time with you as he can.

His recent fixation is trying to get you to call him by his true name.

You would never dare, nothing is more inappropriate than such a title. It is something only his most beloved is meant to call him, and that person is certainly not you.

You try to force any thoughts of him out of your head, though it is clearly a fruitless endeavour. Especially with the dream you had the night prior.

His hands finding themselves between your legs, touching you in a way no other has.

You flush, quickly shaking all thoughts of the night away.

The tea! Your tea, yes. A prescription from the doctor for this very thing.

More often than not, you wake to find a mess between your thighs. Sticky arousal between them in a perverse fashion. The region sensitive and overstimulated combined with a mess of dreams. More sexual in nature than ever before.

Embarrassed, you had turned to the only person you could trust. The palace staff’s doctor.

She had told you it was normal– that you were simply having what she described as ‘wet-dreams’. The title alone made you feel embarrassed.

Nevertheless, she prescribed you a tea to help calm your nerves. It was meant to be passifying in nature, calming any lush desires you may have beginning to form.

You were not sure how it functioned, however you trusted her. Found that it quelled whatever fire burned inside of your heart for the time being.

Perhaps just a new oddity to add to your reality, you suppose.

Finally, you find a proper set of undergarments to pull over your legs. Letting out a breath in relief now that you finally have them.

Today is going to be busier than the last month combined– the ball is tonight. You know for a fact you will be rushed around the palace all day, fixing everything into an acute sense of perfection that only the Kim family is known for.

You reach to spray your second favourite perfume across your skin, only to find that the bottle has gone missing as well.

Your hairs stand on edge, a dark pit forming in your stomach.

It is all too strange for you to want to understand.

Okay, now you’re sure Annabell must be wrong. She has to be, right? There is no other conclusion possible.

The thoughts run through your head as you pace the small confines of your room. Thumb between your lips, biting the skin feverishly. Contemplating what it is exactly that you should do. A heavy box sitting on your bed, a letter laying next to it along with a single lily.

A month ago, you met Prince Kim in the gardens. A month ago you spoke to him all night long. A month ago he brought you flowers. He has been leaving you letters ever since. Three weeks ago he held you in his arms, made you promise to write him back. Made you promise to meet him in the gardens as many nights as you can.

But this, you could not accept. You could not possibly think this is real. Why has he gifted you something like this?

A dress lays on your bed. The most gorgeous dress you have ever seen, in fact. Lined with crystals and gems, many layers of tulle poof from the underskirt. It must’ve cost a fortune, but it was not meant for you. It is a dress meant for a princess, not a simple maid of the palace. Not… Not someone the prince simply wanted to bed.

So why did it lie here, along with a lace mask and a pair of shoes. Why did it come with a note from the Prince, telling you to put it on for tonight's events? Is this why the head maid dismissed you so early?

No. You could not. You will not make a fool of yourself. You do not belong up there, dressed as a princess when you are far from the thing. That is your decision. It will be the one you stick to.

Even as hours tick past on the clock, even as you can hear the night in full swing, you stay locked in your room. Feeling the same as you did when you were a girl locked in the dungeon all those years ago. Helpless, indignant, stubborn.

Lost in your thoughts as you try to piece together a puzzle that has several spaces missing. Feelings for the stable boy– life with him, it would have been easier than this. You’re sure of it.

You allow yourself to imagine what life could have been like if he stayed. It would have been a cosy, peaceful. A straightforward one that didn’t leave so many questions in your head. Jungkook was always like that, spoke his mind without leaving anything to be guessed. You adored it, wished you could revel in it now. Wish you could kiss him under the cherry tree once more.

A pounding wakes you from the dream you were just beginning to weave. Loud, angry knuckles against the firm oak of your door startling you to your feet in an instant. Chills running down your spine as if your body already knew who was behind it.

You wait too long to reply, another series of rapts following in quick succession. You’re in trouble. You’ve angered the prince in a way you’re not sure you’ll be able to find your way out of, but you have no choice. He knows your inside. You know you must face him. You must be brave.

Right before another series of knocks can echo against the walls, you finally pull the door open.

There stands the man you knew would be there all along, sculpted like the lord had made him himself. You wish you could behold him properly, to stare at his beauty in the suit specially prepared for this night. One he asked your opinion of several times during its construction.

But you are unable to, not when his shoulders heave like a bull planning its charge. Not when his eyes are narrowed into a glare that enters your soul without consequence. Never before had you felt his anger directed at you.

The future king would be a fearsome thing.

“It appears you are not dead.” He states, cold and detached in a way you have never heard before. It makes you feel small, feel weak. Though by now, you know he wants an answer. He will not accept the lack of one from you anymore.

You shift uncomfortably on your feet, “I suppose not…”

“Then what do you suppose.” You flinch. You’re not sure.

“I– Prince Kim…”

“Taehyung.” He interjects, though you ignore him. Only his future wife is meant to call him by that name.

“Prince Kim, I could not possibly accept this gift. You have to understand.” The way he looks at you makes you want to shrink. To appear as small as possible to placate the lion you’ve wondered into the den of.

“I do not. You are to accept any gift I am to give you.” He is stern as if lecturing the ground beneath him. He looks massive in your tiny room, taking up much more space than you wish to grant him.

You begin to grow frustrated, annoyed. Does he have no sanity? Does he really think it is okay to play with the hearts of women so carelessly? It is disgusting. Repulsive even! You do not deserve anything like this. You begin to grow tense, grow firm like a wolf cornered. Ready to lash out with no remorse.

That is what you are, anyway. A cornered animal with no hope to escape.

“I won’t.” You raise your shoulders, stand taller and stare him straight in the eyes. If this will have you sent to the axe then so be it.

He grows just as tense in reply, his lips forming a sneer as he takes a step closer towards you.

Never before has Prince Kim been opposed like this before, you’re sure of it. The way his irises become darker is proof.

“And why is that, lamb?” He mocks, and the fire inside of you only begins to glow brighter Of course, you’re just the lamb that's wandered into the lion's den. The lamb being prepared for meal.

Steam clouds around your head, jaw becoming tense as you try to hold back your rage. Rage for your mother, rage for the life she was taunted into the same way the prince is trying to do to you now.

“I will not become another woman you bed and then lay waste to!” You practically shout, unable to hold back your emotions anymore.

His nostrils flare, “Excuse me?”

“You heard my words.” You state back, indignant, “I will not be an idiot. I will not become another woman who you use for your own pleasures!”

You hear him scoff, head turning away from you for the first time as he looks around your room.

“You think that little of me?” His eyes make their way back to you, his face having the expression of somewhat… hurt?

Suddenly, you’re unsure. You feel stupid all over again though you’re not entirely conscious as to why. You hurt him? How could you possibly hurt the most powerful person in the country?

You falter in your stance, and it is obvious that he takes notice. Uses it to his advantage as he takes another step closer, makes his hand find your own. His thumb brushing soothingly over the knuckle. His hands are always so soft.

“What else am I meant to think? I’ve heard the stories, Prince Kim.” Where once was fire lays blistering coals. Hot to the touch yet unyielding in their passion. The air in the room has changed in much the same way.

“Tell me of them.” He asks you, his voice now gentle, soft.

It is strange, the complete change he’s had since first entering your room. Has your brain going a little haywire. Especially with the way he stares at your hands. Like they could be locked forever.

“I…” You feel flush, embarrassed to mutter the words in front of the prince, “I’ve heard you seduce women… princesses, noblemen’s daughters, maids… the lot. Then you abandon them the next morning with your seed in their core and a knife in their heart.”

You keep your eyes to your feet, face feeling hot by repeating the words of your friend. You refuse to look at him, you cannot take the embarrassment.

A light chuckle leaves his lips, a hand coming up to attempt to muffle them, “Sorry, sorry.” He shakes his head, a playful glint in his eyes. You’re baring your soul to him! How dare he laugh!

He coughs to muffle the rest of the sound, returning to the moment, “I apologise. I just had the realisation. You’re jealous of them, aren’t you lamb?”

A mess of flutters takes up your stomach, your shoulders raising in alarm. Your lips open to try and form words, to try and deny the allegations made your way, yet you are entirely unable.

Especially with the way he moves closer, crowds your space with such ease. Leads close to you, whispers words in your ear, voice lower than before.

“You wish it to just be you I lay with, is that so?” You can practically hear the smile in his voice as another, more erotic chill finds its way down your spine.

“Th-That isn’t–” You try to speak, but your voice sounds as light as air. He moves closer, arm carrying itself around your back, pulling you flush against him as he speaks sinful words. Words only for you.

“Ah…” He sighs in relief, lips practically touching your ear once you’re finally connected to him, “You don’t like it when I go fuck your friends then come to spend my nights talking to you… writing to you… touching myself to the thought of you.”

You cannot take it. You cannot take this, take him. Your head is spinning, clouding with the drug known as Prince Kim. Your knees feel weak, your limbs feel all too heavy. How can someone so pretty say such sinful words without a second thought. It’s too much. Far more than your poor little heart can take.

Your arms come up, press as firm as they can against his chest despite how weak they feel.

“Mmm…?” He asks in response, pulling back to look down on your face. Mock confusion spread across his features. He takes a step back, pretending to look you up and down. Like he is just playing a game of poker while all of your tells are as clear as day.

“Or is that not what you wish?” He asks, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy, “You would like things to remain the same?” He smiles, drawing conclusions all on his own.

He pauses, waits for you to say something, anything before continuing. But you do not, so he will keep playing this game by himself.

“Then I shall go find someone to keep me company for the night. Mmm..” He taps his chin in contemplation, turning on his heels, meanwhile panic and dread fills every facet of your being, “What were those ones you’re friends with again? Celley? That pretty blonde? Oh, or maybe Annabell. I’m sure she would be prepared to go for a second round.”

What? What? No, No! What is he talking about? Why is he starting to walk away?! Wait, Annabell, second time?! She has before?!

Oh heavens, oh gods.

“Anyway, I'll be sure to write to you after. Have a good night, dream of me.” You begin to hyperventilate as he takes one step out the door. No, he can’t leave. You don’t want him to. You don’t want him to be with anybody else. You can’t let it happen. You can’t afford such a thing! Ever! That is not where he is meant to be!

Your body carries you before your mind does. Hand slipping out, gripping onto the back of his coat with all of the strength you can muster. Feet planted firm in your room, doing everything in your power to not let him leave.

It is really too bad you do not see the sick smile that forms on his lips. Maybe then the pieces of the puzzle would have finally clicked in place.

Instead he only tilts his head backwards, painting a complexion of boredom.

“N-No! I don’t want that!” You finally manage to stutter out, knuckles turning white with the strength you hold onto him. Afraid if you let go in the slightest he will pull away and disappear forever. “I don’t want you to be with other women!”

The silence that follows your confession feels a mile long.

“Then go put on the dress.” Out of any response there could be, that certainly was not the one you were anticipating.

“What…?”

His chin tilts in the direction of it, urging you on, “If that is the truth, then go put on the dress.”

“I…” You hesitate for only a moment, but scramble to motion once the prince turns to leave once again.

You make quick paces to your bed, keeping your back to him. You feel his eyes on your back, intent on giving you no privacy to ensure you follow through on his order.

In fact, all he does is close the door behind you. Making sure no one will be able to see in. No one will be able to watch you save for him.

You slowly peel off the cotton of your nightgown, trying to appear brave even though his eyes are trained on your form. Even if your slip still remains on, you have never been this uncovered in front of a man before. You feel entirely bare.

You do not look at him as you finally find your way through the tool, slipping the garment over your head with struggle, yet his face is practically predatory.

You don’t know his plans, or what he wishes to gain. You never do.

As the fabric settles over your hips, half of you wants to question how the size is perfect, but you refrain. Too embarrassed by everything else to even consider it an option. Your hands reach behind you to attempt to lace up the back on your own, yet another pair are already present in their place.

When did he get so close? How did he get so close without you hearing a thing? Your heartbeat must be the only sound in your ears, that must be it.

His fingers work down your spine, tightening the dress so it fits you perfectly. Tying it off with skill you did not know he had. You feel his breath on the back of your neck. A fire begins to grow in your core.

“I was going to present you to my father tonight.” He admits, placing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, “The ball was meant to find my bride.”

“Oh.” Those are the only words you can say when he is so close, arms enclosing around your waist. Pulling your back flush with his chest.

Only words you can manage at the revelation.

“Imagine his disappointment, more so my own when the girl I had been speaking to him about did not show.” He grunts, almost as if it hurt him. Guiding your body to stand in front of the full mirror in your room. Asking– telling you to look at yourself.

The sight is strange, yet incredible. The crown prince of the entire nation standing in your bedroom, in the maids quarters. Surrounded by squalor and chaos. Arms wrapped around a maid dressed as if she could be a queen.

You look up at him to the best of your ability, regret plastered across your features, “Prince Kim–”

“Taehyung.”

“--I’m so sorry.” He does not look you in the eyes. They stay trained ahead, not straying once from the mirror. One hand rubbing small circles into the fabric covering your stomach, the other sliding to your waist.

He touches you without care, without reason. Feeling you against him for all that it is worth.

“Actions have consequences, that is all. They can come later.” He states plainly, “For now I just wish to indulge in you.”

He brings his face down, placing it right next to yours. His hand rises, making your chin face the mirror as well.

He forces you to make eye contact with him through it, forces you to understand each of his words clearly.

“You’ll let me do that, won’t you?”

You take a deep breath, gulping down all the air you can manage. You don’t think you’ve wanted anything more.

With no more than a nod, his lips are on yours.

Spinning you around, pressing your back against the mirror. His hands cupping your cheeks with such intensity you fear they may become etched into your skin forever. Keeping your lips closed against his own.

His body cages you in, pressing entirely against you. Forming against you in perfect harmony, feeling two souls become one. Feeling each other fully for the first time– no pretence or public eye in the way to stop it.

His teeth nip at your lower lip, biting in a way that has you opening them in pain. He takes the opportunity to lick his way inside, somehow pushing even closer to your body.

Something hard presses against you and the discovery has your knees wishing to collapse.

The prince can’t possibly be this big. He simply can’t.

The kiss has you reeling, unsure of anything. Unsure of what to do at all. It is nothing like your first kiss under the cherry tree with Jungkook. That was soft and sweet, docile as two people discover something new.

This, this is nothing of the sort. It is hungry. It is a beast that has been starved, finally getting its first meal. It is intoxicating. It is needy and desperate in a way that has your fingers trying to press themselves even deeper into the glass. It has your breath being robbed. Your lifeforce wilts away to satisfy only the prince.

The groan he lets out as you finally give into him, finally allow him to take control of the kiss as arousal pools in your gut. It is one of the most deadly siren’s calls you think you’ve ever heard. One that would have any woman throwing themselves overboard for just a taste.

“Finally,” He grunts, pulling no more than a millilitre away from your lips, wetness still connecting them, “My whole life I’ve been waiting for you.” He mumbles, hungrily connecting his mouth back to your own.

Before you know it, you’re lost in the man once again. Allowing him to move you, to guide you to your bed without withdrawing from you once. Tangling your fingers into his hair, trying to make sure he doesn’t pull away. Making you drunk off of his taste, off of him.

When he kisses you like this, you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to live without him.

Your knees hit the frame of your bed and all of a sudden you're falling backwards onto its plush lining. Panting, trying to regain some of the air he stole from you.

For the first time you’re able to look up at him, to discover the mess that he has become. Cheeks red, lips swollen. Eyes dark and twisted with lust. Hair ruffled messily from where your fingers laid. Shoulders rising and falling with effort as he catches his breath as well.

He looks gorgeous and you can’t help yourself hoping this will be only a sight for you forever.

He leans down, pecking your lips once more, “I couldn’t stop myself from imagining this. Since the moment I placed an order for your dress.”

He huffs, dropping to his knees in front of you. You sit up on your elbows, face twisted into confusion as you look down at him.

God. It is too dangerous to look at him right now. You know that as another wave of heat runs straight to your core.

“Pushing up the future queen's skirt.” He groans, hands gaining purchase on your hips, pulling you down so your waist sits at the edge of the bed, “Letting myself have a taste of her while everyone else at the party danced.”

O-Oh. Oh. He sees you as, oh god.

His fingers bunch in the material of your skirt, drawing in a shaky inhale as he holds onto any drop of sanity left.

When he sees no hesitation from you, he slowly begins to push the material up your legs. Eyes trained on your own, looking to you for any sign of discomfort.

“Have her come undone on my tongue while no else was the wiser.” He groans as he finally comes face to face with your panty covered core.

Your brain moves at a snail's pace, trying to keep up with every tiny movement the prince makes. Trying to process his words while your head becomes fuzzy with your own arousal.

You feel like mush, so pliable in his grip.

His large hands slowly begin to part your thighs, to look at what he has been craving for so long when your brain catches up with you, embarrassment overcoming your being.

“Y-You can’t! I-it is dirty to do such a thing.” At least, that is what you had been taught. Though, the look in his eyes and the growl from his throat tells you the opposite.

“You could never be dirty. No part of you could ever be.” The sound he lets out is more akin to an animal than anything else, and suddenly you feel like a schoolgirl. Flustered and embarrassed beyond anything else.

The muscles of your thighs untense, the look on your face blushed and biting.

“You will let me?” He asks again, and despite your embarrassment, you nod. He is going to be king… his word is rule afterall. He wishes it, so it will happen. You could not be more pleased to oblige.

His grip on your thighs is more firm than before, blunt nails digging into soft flesh as he pries your legs apart. He lets a groan resonate from the back of his throat at the sight. Panties sticking to your center, wetness pooling just behind causing the material to almost become transparent before him.

You did not know it was possible for a man to have such an effect on you.

Without a second thought, he pushes the material down your thighs. His tongue licking a long stripe up your cunt, savouring the flavour for every cent it is worth.

He moans at the taste, not wasting a second before he dives back in. Lapping against you like it is his last meal.

A mewl leaves your lips, too many feelings crossing you at once for any of them to be worth anything.

Embarrassment, shame, fear all vanish the moment his lips wrap around your clit, sucking against the small bundle of nerves in a manner that has your back arching against the bed. Fingertips digging into the sheets to find a second lease on life.

You try to look down at him, to find him between all of your small pants of pleasure, however he is gone. Disappearing until the layers of fabric while he brings you sensations you never thought were possible.

His tongue moves like it is made to pleasure only you. Taking turns flicking your clit to lowering into your center. Licking up any bit of arousal he can make out. Trailing up once again to press flat against the bundle of nerves.

All of it has your legs kicking, your breath melting.

He is not quiet either, letting you know exactly how much he adores this. Adores the feeling of your thighs wrapped tight around his head. Adores every little sound and reaction you have to give him. Adores the taste of you on his tongue. It was only meant for him.

It feels like he has been wishing to do this far longer than you would ever know. Consuming you whole from the inside out. Causing you to become addicted, to desire him just as much as he carnally craves you.

His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs as your hips begin to rock against his face, seeking out every ounce of pleasure that he is willing to give you. Your adorable mewls and whines grow louder, peaking every time he sucks on your clit.

A coil has begun to form in your gut, feeling as though it could snap at any second. You wish you could see him, to look at his face and see the crazed gleam in his eyes. Observe the exact look on his face as he licks your cunt.

You try to picture it. Try to imagine the way he would look up at you from between your legs. The dark umber his eyes would become, the gentle circles he would rub into your thigh as you finally make eye contact.

Your walls clench around his tongue, sending a new waves of whines out of your mouth. He somehow moves faster, more precisely with every movement. Like he is able to hone in on the exact things that have your thighs quivering.

His tongue moves up, takes your small, worn clit into his mouth. Alternating between sucking against it, flicking at it, and pressing against it firm with the flat of his tongue.

Without warning, nor any reprise, one of his thick fingers is thrust into your wet heat. Filling you in a way you have never been able to do to yourself. Stretching you. And all of a sudden, you’re flying off the edge of a precipice.

“Prince Kim!” Your back arches off of the bed, head thrown back against the mattress as you let out a moan. Your hips jolt, cunt squeezing around his fingers, heels digging into the floor as you come undone before him.

He works you through it with ease and grace, finger slowly thrusting in and out. Tongue firmly planted against your clit to ride you through your high.

It would not be your last of the night. He must be gentle.

Slowly, you relax against the bed, chest heaving from exertion. He pulls away from you, standing to full height before leaning over your shaking form.

Your arousal coats his face, a sheen from his lips and chin evident against the soft yellow glow of the room. He looks down at you, concern and adoration written across his features. Though in his eyes, it appears that the beast has yet to be quelled.

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You taste yourself against them.

“You are delicious. I wish to eat you every night until I die.” He mumbles against your lips, his knee sliding between your legs. Muscle pressing against your swollen cunt.

You try to flinch away, yet the hand on your hip keeps you in place.

He will not have you running away.

Not now.

Your cheeks flush at his words, wide eyes looking up at him like he is all that matters.

He is.

He presses his knee further against your pussy while his lips trail down the column of your neck. Urging you towards the headboard with no words spoken until your head is against the pillows.

Your arms wind their way around his neck, keeping him in place, “I-if we were married, I would let you.” You manage to speak, your voice shaky.

He only smiles in reply. Fingers digging deeper into your waist as if he is holding himself back.

“Then we shall call this practice for our wedding night.” He smiles, sitting back on his heels.

Marriage, wedding night. You allow the thought to ghost through your mind, willing it to be reality.

He smiles down at you, taking note in the way you seem to gleam at the idea. A small chuckle leaves his lips, you really are too cute for your own good.

His voice is no more than a whisper, forcing you to stay enrapt, “You will let me, right?” He asks, eyes glancing down to where his pants strain against his hips, “I wish to make love to my future wife.”

Your mouth practically waters at the sight, his hard cock pressed taught against the expensive material. You swear there may even be a wet spot where his cum has leaked through.

Your pussy clenches, wanting nothing more for him to find his way inside. For him to claim you for himself. Destroy you so no other man can have you in the same way.

You struggle against yourself for no more than a moment, but the way his hand reaches down, grips at his cock. Brushes his thumb over the surface has you moaning in want.

“Please.”

He smiles, the motion following swift. All at once his hands unbutton his pants, pushing the material down his thighs just enough for his cock to spring free. He groans at the feeling, thick length hitting his stomach. Pretty pre-cum dripping down the side.

Your eyes go wide. If you imagined him to be large before, seeing it now looked impossible. He is thick, long. Far too big to ever hope to fit inside of you.

But the desperate groan in his voice, the hungry look in his eyes only has you spreading your legs. Wishing nothing more than for him to destroy you.

One hand wraps around the base as he moves closer, the other forcing the skirt of your dress as high as it will allow. He makes space for himself in between your thighs, slotting himself in. Ready to do what he has been waiting years for.

Not yet.

He sees the hesitation in your eyes, the worry. So he leans down, planting a gentle, soothing kiss to your lips. One filled with years of time behind it.

He knows he must be careful with you. Knows all of his patience will have been worth it when he is finally able to take your virginity.

“Will it hurt?” You as quietly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close. You find comfort in him. Find a sense of safety within his eyes.

He nods in response, “Only for a little while, I promise.” He mumbles against your lips, placing a soft kiss against them once more.

He slowly rubs the fat head between your folds, coating himself in your arousal. Your hips buck slightly in response, and he can’t help but smirk.

So sensitive. So ready for him.

As much as he wants to be rough, he can’t. He can’t scare you away just yet.

He looks into your eyes once more, “Ready?” He asks, giving you one final chance to back out. You only nod your head, pulling him close, hiding your face in his neck.

His head catches on your opening with the final drag of his length through your lips. His hands practically shake in excitement, as he guides himself inside. Letting go only once the tip is buried within your walls.

He feels your teeth sink into his coat, your body burning with the stretch of him. He only has the first inch inside, yet you think it is more than you could possibly take.

A choked cry leaves your lips as he continues to slowly thrust inside. Your arms cling to him as tight as possible. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as he fills you, forming your entire body just around him. Just around his cock.

He pauses only once half of his cock is buried in your needy cunt. You feel his hand come up to caress your cheek, to bring you back down to reality from the pain you feel digging at your core. Trying to bring you some sense of comfort.

You pull back from his shoulder to look him in the eyes, expecting to see them soft. Filled with concern. Though there is nothing of the sort there.

Behind his bangs is only the look of pure insanity.

Though he tries to be compassionate, he really does.

“Are you doing okay?” His voice is strangled, coming out in only desperate cracks. He shakes, wanting nothing more than to fuck himself inside. Fuck himself deeper and deeper, until your cunt is shaped for his cock alone.

But he holds restraint. Just enough.

The way he looks at you, the way he speaks has a wave of pleasure rushing through your skin. Your walls clamp around him, tightening even more.

He is falling apart before you, because of you.

He has gone mad because of you.

The feeling only makes you want to urge him on. See just how far the prince can fall.

You nod your head, looking at him with all the affections in the world, “Don’t stop.”

He groans at your words, mind losing itself as he snaps his hips forward, forcing his cock inside until his hips are firm against your own. Teeth digging into the fragile skin of your neck.

You cry out in pain, your walls squeezing around him in shock. Pain coursing through your entire system as you are filled to the brim. Walls stretched as wide as humanly possible. The head of cock so deep inside you swear you can feel it in your lungs.

“Shit.” He groans, mouth falling open, “This pretty thing is wrapped around me so tight, lamb. So fucking tight I can’t think.”

He slowly tries to move his hips, though you only shout in response. Your legs wrap around his back, doing their utmost to keep him in place.

“Hurts!” You whine, shaking your head quickly.

Fucking hell. What is the point of a pussy as sweet as your own if he can’t use it properly?

His hand moves between your legs, growl of impatience slipping past his lips as his fingers find your clit. They work with urgency, with need. Rubbing tight circles into it, trying to get you to feel the same pleasure he does.

You whine, overstimulated. Shots fired in all directions leaving you messy and confused.

With every circle, a mewl sounds from your throat. Slowly your legs behind him loosen, the pain from before mixing with pleasure to become something wonderful. Something that has you whimpering for him to not stop.

“See?” He grunts, slowly slipping out of your heat until only the tip remains, “We were made for each other.”

He forces his cock back inside, fucking you open just for him. Only ever for him.

Your nails dig into his back, heels digging into the mattress as you moan for him. As your cunt becomes addicted to the feeling of him filling you so perfectly. Addicted to everything he has to offer.

He moves too fast, too hard for you to even hope to keep up with. Hips pistoning into you, forcing you to take everything he has to give and more. Forcing you to be the perfect little doll for him, give him all the pleasure he can want and more. White mixing with red around the base of his cock.

Your back arches off the mattress to try and get closer to him, to try and keep up with him in any hope of the sentiment. Hips trying their best to keep him as close and as deep as possible, knowing they crave one thing and one thing alone.

“Prince Kim!” You moan, yet he growls in response. A sharp slap to your thigh sounds throughout the room as his hips pause, fingers removing themselves from your clit.

“That isn’t my name to you anymore.” His voice is low, menacing in your ear. One more poke of the bear and you will be punished. “Tae–Hyung.”

He emphasises the words with a sharp thrust of his hips, one that brushes against the bundle inside of you. One that leaves you crying out for him. Clinging on to him.

“Say it.” He grunts, animalistic and desperate. Yet you’re too lost in yourself to realise how debauched he’s become. Looking less and less like a man, more like a demon come to lay waste to your soul.

That is close enough to the truth, anyway.

“Say it until it becomes the only word you know. Every question I ask, every time I fuck myself into this sweet little cunt. Your only reply should be my name.” He grabs your chin, forcing you to stare at him.

Your fucked out little features as you bob your head in compliance.

“I-I” You swallow, trying to understand his words as he pounds away at your core, “I understand!”

He smiles, almost proud of the work he has done today.

His hips only move impossibly faster, impossibly harder in a way that has that knot in your gut tightening once more.

“We’ll start simple then. What is my name?” He asks, angling his hips to press against your sweet spot with ever slight movement. Breathe panting, his mind falling deeper and deeper into the thralls of your body.

“P-Prin–” You stop yourself, a pinch coming down on your skin, “Taehyung!”

He groans, almost coming undone as he hears your name fall from your lips for the very first time. The pretty sound your voice makes with every letter.

It could be the only thing he hears for the rest of his life.

“Who are you going to marry?”

You whine, your head thrashing around slightly. He smiles. You must really enjoy the idea of that, huh?

“T-Taehyung!” You manage to stutter out again, feeling your release coming closer and closer as the seconds pass by.

“Who is the man you have fallen for?” The answer to the question is easy, especially when he is fucking into you like you’re the only woman that matters. Nothing matters except for him.

“Taehyung!” Your brain is too fuzzy to process anything else. Anything other than the way his cock fills you. Anything other than the one word he told you is your gospel.

“Who is the boy that kissed you under the cherry tree?” You don’t even know anymore.

Does any man exist beside Taehyung anyway? You doubt it.

“Taehyung!” He smiles into your neck.

“Who was the boy that was going to have you killed? That saved your life?” His words don’t process through your ears, yet you know what you are meant to say anyway.

“Taehyung!” He groans, his hips stuttering, losing their pace ever so slightly.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Taehyung!” You whine, your thighs shaking. The coil so tight you think you may just die if it doesn’t come undone in this very moment.

His breath is quiet, only a rough whisper in your ear, “Cum.”

Just as your king commands, you fall apart around him. White dots in the corner of your eyes as you clamp down around him, your legs pulling him close. A cry of his name leaving your lungs as if it is the very air you breathe.

You feel him paint the inside of your walls white, his hips stuttering– fucking himself as deep into you as he could possibly manage. If you had any sense left in your little head you would have told him to pull out, yet your brain is so high. Filled with pleasure that only Taehyung can provide.

Waves of arousal crash around you as he slows his hips, ensuring that you ride out your orgasm to its fullest before pulling away. You wish he could stay buried inside of you, just like that. Yet you doubt that would be very wise.

“Was that good for you, little lamb?” He asks, slowly helping you into a sit. You’re not sure how to properly answer– mouth feeling dry. Your head has not yet come crashing back down, though that is probably a good thing.

Facing reality is too scary right now. Especially when Taehyung is so warm. So caring as he removes your dress. Slips your nightgown back over your soiled body.

“Very…” You nod, unable to take your eyes off of him as he moves around the bed. Tucking himself back into his pants, removing his shirt and dress-coat. Placing them over the back of a chair. Neatly hanging the dress on a hook, taking care that it is not damaged in any way.

Your arms find themselves reaching out to him, trying to pull him closer to you. He smiles once he takes notice.

“Would you like me to stay the night?” It is clear he was already planning on it, but hearing the words make you smile oh-so bright.

“Yes, please.” You nod quickly, eyes already feeling tired. You did not know how he had so much energy, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Right now he is meant to be in your bed, arms around you. In fact, you become annoyed that he isn’t already.

“Alright.” He smiles, slipping next to your form. Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible.

You feel so safe. So warm with him. So protected that you can’t stop yourself from falling asleep.

“Goodnight my lamb.”

The Kim Empire.

His home, his family, his livelihood all wrapped up in those three little words.

Yet, the only thoughts that seem to brandish his mind since the young age of 15 are about you.

When you first stumbled in front of him, carrying a tray of tea. Spilling it all over his shoes. That quick curse that left your lips before looking up at him. The wide, doelike vision you had once recognition had set in. One the realisation of error set into your bones.

He will never forget the way his heart began to race in that very moment. The way he felt a cloth of sickness overcome his whole body at the mere sight of you. Looking so serendipitous below him.

At first he thought it was hate, how silly he had been back then. Ah, the way he sent you to be killed was just funny to him now. He is grateful he talked to his mother before your execution date. Spilling his soul to her, detailing how he could not seem to remove you from his brain.

Ah, he was lucky he managed to get the letter to the executioner in time. What a pity that would be if he couldn’t. Then he wouldn’t have been able to lay next to you now. Wouldn’t be able to play with your hair, caress you like he pleases.

It is truly too bad that was not his only trial on the road towards you. It was really a pity he had to send Jungkook away. Taehyung quite liked the kid. He was fun to play with and wouldn’t shy away from his games.

But he just had to try and seduce you. Poor thing. You really were too innocent at the time. More than eager to kiss him for no reason. To give him even a peace of your heart that was meant for Taehyung alone.

He remembers as clear as day, the rage he felt as he watched your soft lips press against another mans. How terribly he wanted to go out and strike Jungkook with a sword. Of course he didn’t though, that would have scared you away. He would have hated that.

He thanks god every day he was really your first kiss, even if you didn’t know it.

Patiences was the hardest battle of all, and he will admit, he has faltered a few times over the years. Kisses stolen while you sleep, a few of your belongings robbed to keep him satiated. Mayhaps a few trips to your room in the night.

But who could blame him? He was a man in love. There was nothing that could stop him when he was so hungry for you.

Ah, and then of course his father. He wanted to separate your love as well. A maid could never possibly be suited to be queen, blah blah. He doesn’t care. And at least that fight allowed him to hug you for the first time.

God. You felt so perfect in his arms, then and now. You have always been meant for this. Meant for him.

If his father plans to keep standing in the way, he will simply have to remove him from the equation. His bonds to the man are as thick as water. He cares more for you than he possibly could anyone else.

You’ve belonged to him since you were born, anyway. If a maid becomes pregnant while working for the castle, her child becomes property of the state. Of the crown. Of him.

It only makes sense that you are meant to be with him until death. It is the path lined for you. Your fate since birth.

He knows it as his delicate fingers trace over the small patches of blood dirtying the sheets. Evidence of the hours before, of your virginity robbed. Of your promises to him.

You are bound to him by blood after all.

#taehyung smut #royalty #taehyung x reader #bts smut #one shot #yandere

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canyonlibra · 6 months

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close your eyes

pairing: yoongi x gn! reader

words: 1k

warnings: none? first kiss. a lot of fluff. yoongi calls reader “honey” several times.

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You lay in his bed cuddled up together, your head on his chest and his right hand tangled in your hair. He listened contently to your rambling about your current obsession.

“I mean seriously, can you even believe that yoongi?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I believe it, honey.” He looked into your eyes, and then down to your lips, licking his softly. You two have had a few moments like this now. Everything was totally perfect, you were comfortable, even being so close to him like you were now. But every time the energy shifted, you couldn’t help but get nervous. You didn’t mean to shut him down. But just like every other time, nothing could stop the subconscious tensing of your body.

“Hey, is everything alright, honey?”

His hand had stopped moving in your hair now.

“Yes, sorry. I don’t mean to be so jumpy.” you said looking back down at the foot of the bed. You started rubbing his chest with your free hand. A failed distraction.

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay. It’s just…”

He paused for a moment, obviously thinking carefully about how to phrase what he wanted to say.

“Do you feel like we are moving too fast? I don’t want to rush you. I notice that every time I try to kiss you, it seems like you…shy away?”

You quickly shook your head no.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think we are moving too fast. I want to kiss you Yoongi, I just…get really nervous when it’s about to happen.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.” he said softly, smiling down at you.

“Oh…okay?” you said while letting out an awkward laugh.

Not the reaction you were expecting.

“Yes, of course honey. We shouldn’t do anything you aren’t ready for.”

It was your turn to be quiet in thought now. You wanted to kiss him. So badly. But how could you tell him the real reason why you were nervous? Maybe it would be better if you just kinda went for it. What he doesn’t know won’t kill him right?

“Honey, look at me.”

You struggled to meet his gaze, but forced yourself to anyway. You felt so exposed for some reason. You hadn’t even told him yet. There was no way this was going to work. You definitely couldn’t kiss him if you struggled to just make eye contact.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

He was making you too flustered. You already felt overwhelmed by the situation, really not expecting to have been called out like you were.

“It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

“No it’s not. Not if it’s got you worked up like this.”

He really wasn’t going to drop it. You were silent for a few more moments.

“C’mon sweetheart, it’s just me.” he said, much softer this time.

“Tell you what, I’ll close my eyes while you tell me, will that help?” A little thing you guys did when you had something overwhelming to share.

Yoongi had suggested he close his eyes when you told him you had a crush on him. Oddly enough, it worked.

“Yes, please.”

He shut them.

Here goes nothing.

“I haven’t kissed anyone before. I really do want to do it with you. I promise. It just, makes me so nervous because… I don’t know how. And I don’t wanna mess up, or mess us up.” you said, looking at the ceiling.

Yoongi took your silence as a sign that you were done, opening his eyes.

But you were still looking at the ceiling, dim lighting in the room barely allowing you to see the whole thing. But you didn’t need to be looking at him to feel his eyes on you.

“You won’t.” he said seriously.

“W-What?”

“You won’t mess us up. I like everything about you, no matter how you kiss me. No matter if you kiss me. We’ll go at your pace, honey.”

He was so good to you.

“I like everything about you too.” you said sheepishly.

“I’m glad sweetheart.” he said chuckling softly.

He used the arm you were laying on to pull you into a tight hug, and brought the other one to rub your back up and down in soothing circles.

“Yoongi?”

He loosened his grip to look down at you.

“Yes, honey?”

He looked at you so lovingly. You thought you were going to melt.

“Would it be okay if … I kissed you now?”

You fiddled with the neckline of his shirt nervously. Smiling, he gently nudged your face to look at him.

“Of course, honey.”

“Can you … close your eyes?”

His chest shook with laughter.

“Yes, love.”

He looked at you lovingly, rubbing up and down your arms. Shifting the two of you to be laying down facing each other, he made sure you could lean in easily.

“Are you okay? Do you still want to do this?” he asked softly.

“Yes. And I’m okay.” You smiled up at him.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.” you breathed out.

“Okay pretty girl.”

He sent you one last smile, before slowly letting his eyes fall shut.

You looked down at his lips, and back up to his closed eyes. You didn’t feel like running away. You felt completely calm. It was perfect.

You scooted in a little bit, tentatively resting your hand on the side of his neck. Taking one last deep breath, you leaned in slowly. Placing a chaste kiss on your boyfriend’s lips. He brought his hand up to the side of your face as soon as your mouths met. Not trapping you, but a comforting embrace. Remind you that it was just him, and it was okay. You allowed yourself to relax fully, closing your eyes at last.

When you pulled away and looked at him, his eyes were still closed. His face was expressionless, completely relaxed. You started moving your thumb on his throat back and forth, causing him to slowly open his eyes. His silence unnerved you.

“W-Was it okay?”

He looked at you with a dazed, far away look in his eyes, one you couldn’t read.

“Can I give you another one?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out.

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plz I love him so much

thx for reading <3

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canyonlibra · 6 months

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FREAK! REPENT NOW! love this fic <3

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pairing: changbin x reader

words: 3.3k

warnings: dom/sub, mean dom, degradation, spanking, pet names, degrading names, daddy kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, aftercare.

synopsis: you decide to tease changbin, he puts you in your place

disclaimer: both characters are consenting adults. mdni.

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Changbin liked to walk up to you at random points in the day and flex.

“Hey babe, look at me!”

He stared off into the distance, a deep smolder emphasizing his already sharp jawline, motioning for the imaginary crowd to keep up the cheering. He was posing like a Greek God, giving you, and the hypothetical audience a great show with multiple different view points.

“You know it’s just us in this room ri-“

“Shhhhh, don’t distract them from the show. They love me.”

Changbin resumed his theatrics. Blowing a kiss and winking at the wall. He was obviously feeling himself.

You always loved to see him like this. Changbin was always radiating confidence, everyone saw him as a guy who was very sure of himself, and he was. It took him a while to get there though. So seeing the growth from him, and his self image from the beginning of your relationship to now made you proud.

His muscles were a huge source of his confidence. He loved how he could protect you, defend you, and most of all…

Toss you around.

He would never do it without making sure you were okay with it, but being rough with you was kind of his favorite. He’d always dreamed of being able to fully take control of his partner, make them feel safe enough with him to the point where he could do whatever. And you were that dream girl. And you were very aware that a little teasing would get him in that headspace to take over the reigns. It didn’t take too much effort, and you saw the perfect opportunity now.

“What show? Looking a little small nowadays babe.”

He had paused his act now, facing away from you and frozen in place. Immediately halting his actions as if he was stunned by your comment.

“What did you just say?”

His low, threatening tone made knots in your stomach. The anticipation starting to creep up on you. You had the chance to flip the script right now. Say you were only joking and be on your merry way with the soft version of Changbin. But he looked too good. Sounded too good. The confidence that he radiated definitely bled into the bedroom, or in this case, living room, his dominance never faltering. And although he was jokey all the time, you knew he had been stressed lately. What better way to help him feel better?

“Oh nothing, never mind. You’ve been busy lately. I understand that you can’t go to the gym as much.” you said in the most innocent voice possible.

Oh boy.

He slowly turned around to face where you sat on the living room couch. And there you were, looking up at him across the room with your big, sweet, innocent eyes. You were trying your best to make it appear as though you didn’t know what you were doing. But his threatening gaze caused you to momentarily clench your thighs together. And he noticed.

Fuck.

Changbin slowly developed a sinister smile as he glanced down at your legs, and back up to your eyes. He took agonizingly slow steps towards you, as if he were a predator stalking his prey.

“Keep your eyes on his. Don’t look nervous. Stay still. When did he get so big? Keep it together. Don’t let him see through you. God, he’s so tall. When did he get so tall?”

A million thoughts swarmed your brain. But you couldn’t focus on a single one. The closer he got, the fuzzier your brain felt. Expecting a switch to a mean expression, or a swift yank of the arm to be led to the bedroom, you anticipated the harshest of it. He stopped right in front of you, staring down at your frightened, but determined eyes for a few seconds before kneeling down to be at your eye level.

“Say it again.” he said lowly.

“W-what?”

“Say. It. Again.”

You were stunned. Usually when you attempted to rile him up as you were doing now, he was quick to action. He usually had a sort of “no time to waste” attitude, quick to pop into the dominant and rough role. Harsh words mixed with controlling hands to put you in your place. But right now, he was so calm. It made the pit in your stomach ten times deeper. You were really fucked.

“Changbin, I-I’m s-sorry I-“

“Shhhh shhhhh. That’s not what I asked sweetheart. I didn’t say apologize did I? No.”

He grabbed your hands that were glued to your lap in your attempt to stay calm, firmly grasping them into his.

“I said… say it again.”

He looked at you expectantly, raising his eyebrows waiting on your answer. Did he really want you to repeat yourself? Although he would never hurt you, the switch in Changbin’s eyes when he got into this headspace made you nervous to speak to him. And he wanted you to insult him again?

Your internal dilemma caused you to look away from his eyes, trying to weigh the options in your head.

But as soon as you turned, he released one of your hands to quickly grab your jaw, gripping it securely to make you look him in the eyes. He moved to about an inch from your face, leaning in to the point where you could feel his steady breath on you.

“Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you.”

His smile had now disappeared completely. A more serious one taking its place as he ordered you around.

“Y-yes sir”

“Aww, now does my bunny want to be a good girl?” he said in a fake sympathetic tone. “She wanted to get some attention from her boyfriend, so she decided to mouth off to him. But now she regrets her decision, hmm? You didn’t have a problem being a brat a second ago. What changed sweetheart?”

He was looking at you, head cocked to the side. You could tell he was already planning on being rough. You didn’t want to disobey by not responding and make the punishment harsher, but what did he expect? How could you think with him so close to you?

“You need to be put in your place. You’ve been running that little mouth a lot lately. But when it’s actually necessary? Not a peep.”

He let go of your jaw and stood up. His clothed dick now at your eye level.

You could see the print through his tight pants. The gulp in your throat loud enough so he could hear it. He chuckled, bringing his hand to your chin to shift your gaze up to him, before running his fingers delicately over your throat.

“You know baby, for a bitch that has had a whole lot to say about me being small, your throat looks awfully tiny in my hand.” he said, gently but quickly wrapping his hand around your neck. “Look at you, shrinking into yourself. Scared little bunny. Fucking pathetic.”

He slowly leaned down to whisper in your ear, sending chills up your spine, and a heat straight to your core.

“Let’s put that dumb mouth to good use, yeah?”

He slid his fingers over your mouth, dragging them down to your lips.

“Open.”

You parted your lips allowing him to slip his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck. Do I have to tell you everything? Already that dumb and I haven’t even touched you yet. Spread your legs. And don’t even think about making a sound.”

As you sucked on his fingers, he took his other hand and placed it over your collar bones. Painfully slow, he started dragging it down your chest, all the way to your clothed tits.

He gently slapped one, causing you to whimper around his fingers.

“What the fuck did I say about making noise?” he sternly said, ripping his fingers from your mouth and gripping your face.

“N-not to make any.” you said in a small voice.

“So you do remember? And you chose not to listen.”

He looked at you disappointedly, sighing heavily through his nose. Without warning he picked you up from the couch, spinning you around quickly to be on your hands and knees. You saw his hand raise, but you didn’t have the time to react. He spanked you once. Hard.

“Disobedient slut.”

“I’m sorry daddy, I promise I didn’t mean to I swear!-“

“Shhhhhhh shh shhh, it’s okay honey” he said, rubbing your aching ass soothingly.

“Come here.”

He picked you up from your current position into a bridal carry, spinning you both around for him to sit on the couch and set you down in his lap.

“Did my baby get a little ahead of herself earlier?” He asked in a fake sympathetic tone.

“Mhm.” you agreed shyly.

“You forgot what happens to bad girls. Needed me to show you, huh?” he said slowly running his fingers down your stomach and into your pants.

You nodded in response.

“Come on sweetheart, use your words.”

“Yes.” you choked out as his fingers met your clit.

He started slowly rubbing it in circles, catching your mouth in a soft kiss. This went on for a few moments before he removed his hand, stood up, and started taking off your pants and underwear.

You giggled, believing that that the worst was over, and you would finally get what you wanted. He looked up at you as he finally took them all the way off, smirking at your excitement. They were thrown somewhere in the room, and he placed a hand on either leg, leaning in to give you a soft peck. He kissed his way down your body, all the way to right above where you wanted him.

And then he sat down on the other side of the couch. Away from you.

“Touch yourself.” he said with his arms crossed.

What.The.Fuck.

Your smile dropped instantly, cheeks became hot and you closed your legs subconsciously. He full on laughed at this.

“Don’t get all shy on me now bunny. Only good girls get touched by their boyfriends. You wanna get off? Do it yourself.”

You looked at him in disbelief. He’d never asked you to do anything like this before. It was almost as if he could read your mind.

“Now.” he said, without a hint of teasing in his tone.

He could sense you were getting a little overwhelmed.

“Come on baby, I’ll talk you through it hm?” he said, much softer this time.

When he realized you weren’t gonna make any moves to listen. He got up from his end of the couch, slowly making his was over to you. He made you sit up, and slipped in behind you, legs on either side of yours and chest flush against your back. He smoothed your hair back and out of your face and gently kissed your head.

“Do you want to stop, sweetheart?”

You looked up at him to be met with a sweet smile as he continued playing with your hair, waiting patiently for your response.

“N-no it’s j-just-“ you took a deep breath to calm yourself. Changbin began rubbing up and down your arm slowly.

“Take your time love, it’s okay.”

“Sorry, I just got a little…freaked out I guess? Well not freaked out. But just like-I don’t know, you’ve never really asked me to do anything like that before. Wasn’t expecting it is all, I’m okay though.”

“Mmm.” he replied while looking at the wall, obviously thinking about what you had just said.

“We’ve done something similar though, right? I mean I’ve seen you touch yourself before. Remember that one time when we were on the bed and we were both-“

“Yeah exactly, both. It’s different when it’s just you watching me like that. Just sitting right in front of me and seeing everything that I’m doing. Especially when you’re not touching yourself too.”

He tilted your head up gently, causing your lips and his to be just a couple inches apart.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.

“Of course binnie.” you replied.

He began softly kissing you. Completely ignoring the fact that your bottom half was naked. Not even paying attention to your nudity. He was focused your lips, and trying to convey his love for you in a more innocent way. After a couple of minutes, you let out a whimper, causing him to break the kiss.

“Having a good time, pretty girl?” he asked while grinning.

“Binnieeee.” you fake whined in reply. You both began to laugh softly.

“I’m serious, you’re the prettiest girl I know. Every bit of you. There’s no need to be shy. You’re my girl, you know? I got you. We don’t have to do anything you are uncomfortable with. I just want you to know that I seriously love every bit of your body, and it’s a privilege to see it like I do, get to touch it like I do.”

You covered your eyes like this, and began blushing, turning your face to hide in his chest. He laughed in response, running his hand up and down your back soothingly.

“Thank you binnie, I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” he replied with a kiss on the forehead.

“Can we…um-keep going?” you asked lowly, avoiding eye contact. He chuckled at your shyness.

“Of course baby, do you want to tone it down a bit?” he asked considerately, cocking his head to the side and pushing your hair out of your face.

“No.” you replied. He cocked one eyebrow up at you, a grin taking over his face.

“I can do what you asked me to before we stopped, but can you, um, t-talk me through it like you said?” you asked hesitantly.

“Of course. Whatever makes you comfortable sweetheart.”

He gave you one final peck on the head before using his hands to gently turn you back around, so you were facing away from him again.

“My pretty girl is still worked up, hm?” he whispered lowly in your ear.

“Mmm, yes binnie.” you whined out in response. Half in anticipation, and half because he could switch back into that dominant role so quickly.

“She wants me to fill her up, but she wanted to mouth off earlier. We shouldn’t give into bad girls so easily, huh?”

“N-no Changbin.” you replied quietly.

“Spread your legs for me. Let me look at that pretty pussy.”

You obeyed. Hissing at the cold air of the living room finally coming into contact with your most private part.

“Aww, so wet, all for me.” he said while running his hands up and down your arms again.

“I think you should give her some attention. What do you think, babygirl?”

“Yes daddy, please.” you began gently squirming in his lap.

“Go ahead, princess.” he said grabbing one of your arms from your side and nudging it towards your aching cunt.

“Rub your clit for me. Rub it in circles, just like how I do.”

When your fingers came into contact with it, you gasped out loud. He chuckled darkly at this.

“My needy slut. My gorgeous, needy fucking girl.”

“Ugh! Y-Yes!” you said beginning to rub faster and faster.

“You gonna cum already? Pathetic whore.”

You could feel his cock pressing firmly into your lower back. He was obviously enjoying this as much as you.

“Please binnie! Yes! I’m gonna cum.

P-Please!”

You were rubbing frantically now. Desperate to reach your high. All insecurities now gone. You were so close. Almost there, until he grabbed your hand and pinned it to your side.

You whined loudly in protest.

“Shut the fuck up.” he said harshly, pushing your torso up off of him and walking around you quickly, only to push you to lay down onto the couch. He gripped both of your hands, pinning the both to the soft cushions before without warning, he dove face first into your cunt.

“Ugh!” You moaned loudly.

“Daddy! Oh my god!”

He was eating you out passionately. Tongue flicking harshly over your clit, almost overwhelmingly.

“Binnie, I’m going to come. Please can I come? Oh! Please?!”

He nodded, never stopping his actions, or letting up in the slightest. You came. Hard.

He continued, allowing your to ride out your orgasm on his face, as he loudly slurped up everything you had to give. As you began to come down, however, he still didn’t stop.

“Binnie! I came! I don’t know if I can take anymore!” you said trying to push his head away with your hands.

“I don’t fucking care.” he replied, pulling away for just a moment to slip two fingers into your hole. He thrusted them in and out harshly as he resumed his attack on your sensitive clit.

You started uncontrollably thrusting your hips off the couch, hindering Changbin’s ability to finger you. He let out a displeased noise, yanking his fingers out of you, and picking you up by the hips so your bottom half was suspended in the air. He continued eating you out intensely, and you closed your eyes tightly as you began shaking, cumming for the second time tonight.

He released your hips mid-air, causing your body to flop back down harshly onto the couch. You shook as you recovered from your orgasm.

“Can you take one more, baby?” you opened yours eyes to see him hovering over you, smiling softly as he wiped the sweat from your forehead.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” he replied with a smirk. He picked you up swiftly from the couch, laying you down on the carpet. He stood back up, towering over you as he began undoing his belt.

“Take off your top.” he commanded. You listened, removing the garment and throwing it somewhere behind you. By time you were done Changbin had just finished taking off his shirt, the rest of him already naked. He got down on his knees between your legs, and leaned over you to give you a kiss.

“Pretty girl.” he remarked, sitting up so he was straight on his knees. He began stroking his dick as he lined it up with your entrance, slowly pushing in.

“I think my girl has learned her lesson.”

“Y-Yes. I have.” you struggled to reply as he thrust in and out. He let his body fall over you, laying his chest on top of yours. The friction from his chest sliding over yours mixed with him hitting that spot deep inside of you was about to send you over the edge.

“Changbin, I can’t hold it much longer.” you gasped out, looking up at him with half closed eyelids.

He smiled down at you, struggling to keep up the same pace. The anticipation from everything was obviously getting to both of you. Both of your bodies were beyond sensitive.

“I’m almost t-there too baby.” he struggled to get out.

“Go ahead princess, I’ve got you.”

You saw white, your eyes rolled back and your body tensed harder than ever as you gripped onto his shoulders harshly.

After a while, you could faintly make out the soft sound of Changbin speaking to you gently, trying to coax you out of the headspace you were in. You felt the soft kisses he was placing on your face.

“Baby. I got you. You did so well sweetheart. My good girl.”

You opened your eyes to find that you were placed back onto the couch, wrapped in a blanket. Changbin had pants on, and he was holding a water bottle next to where he had placed some clothes for you.

“There she is. How are you feeling, baby?”

he asked, gently caressing your face.

“Like I ran a marathon.” you replied. He chuckled at this.

“Come on baby, let’s get you washed up and then I will give you a massage. How does that sound?”

“Good.” you answered tiredly.

He gently picked you up from the couch, still wrapped in your blanket, as he made his way to the bathroom.

“I love you.” he said sweetly, giving you a kiss on the forehead, holding you securely.

“I love you too, and your big muscles.” you joked back.

He laughed.

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canyonlibra · 8 months

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ugh f*ck (m) | myg

— “who you belong to.”

title: UGH F*CK parts: one by @kookskingdom, two by @yoon2k pairing: yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; boxer au ; boxer!yoongi , ring girl!reader summary: you tend to yoongi’s wounds after a match, even though you damn well know that someone is coming to pick you up. very, very soon. warnings: pwp, swearing, dirty talk, infidelity (that turns out to be consensual it’ll all make sense!!), fingering, penetration, unprotected (pls be safe), voyeurism, exhibitionism, consent wbk, rough sex, choking, degradation, humiliation, dom!jin, clit slapping, overstimulation, crying, daddy kink, touch of aftercare, sl*t/wh*re mentions, creampie, begging, orgasm denial, breast play, boxer yoongi??, rich suited up seokjin???, feelings??, just a yoonjin pwp idk what else to say note: this is a last-second surprise for @sugakookitty!! dee, the theme is purely for you I CANT DO THIS AGAIN!! no more! and i have no excuses other than i was coerced by four people, and two of them are min yoongi and kim seokjin (whom i heard you were thirsting hard for lately!) lastly, ty to my brain for actually allowing this fic to happen note 2: umm.. this is also for the yoonjin stans lol also it’s p unedited so apologies! total word count: 6k drop date: december 16th, 2021, 1:22am est

Like every other time, Yoongi left the ring a champion.

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#bts smut #jin smut #yoongi smut #poly bts

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canyonlibra · 9 months

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Off The Races

In which you, the sweetheart of America and famous actress, gets tired of the director's bullshit and Taehyung, your two times winner Nascar boyfriend, it's called to "calm you down".

♡Pairing: Racer!Taehyung & Actress!Reader

♡Genre: 1950's Hollywood au, fwb

♡Word Count: 2.3k

♡Warnings: Mention of drugs and alcohol, drunk driving, sexism, penetration, oral, very dramatic lol

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

California, 1952

The makeup seemed to melt into your skin as the scorching California sun beat down on your face, blonde hair in voluminous waves tickling your shoulders. You didn't want to admit it, but the gold of the wig made your tan glow like a goddess.

A goddess on the brink of madness. The kind to let thunder fall on all the men who praised you with their words and profaned you with their eyes.

The lights that were put in front of you when singing action, the childish phrases that your new director wanted you to say in a tone of pure innocence. They made you tremble with disgust, but your agent had fought so much to get you this role and you, with so much time in this business, still didn't know how to say no to a good role that would catapult you back to heaven.

You loved the cameras, the attention, and the screams of the young women and girls seeking your divine attention in public. Be the cliché rag-to-riches icon. Icon of hope for America. America's little sweetheart.

Even when you seemed to be failing, you could hear people gasp in the streets at the sight of your emerald dress full of beads and stones, the tulle piled up inside your little car. A thin veil of whitish powder delicately covered your nostrils, the red lipstick smeared on your dress, and the long scarf that floated out of your Disco Volante, the cute car that Taehyung gave you a couple of months ago. The car looked like a red bullet flying through the streets, the palms shading your clown-like theatre makeup.

Your right hand, covered in lace, moved as abruptly against the steering wheel as if you were driving alone through the streets, dodging the other cars by almost brushing their rear bumpers.

From your left hand, dangled a cigarette that was finishing with the seconds and the harsh wind. You didn't know when you'd light it on, maybe between the time you ran out screaming that you wouldn't do a tenth take of the same fucking scene and when your car seemed to roar just under your stiletto heels.

No one chased you, not even your agent, he knew it would be worse if they treated you like a child to convince you to be submissive. Much less that son of a bitch of a director that thought he could get into your panties for knowing how to look behind his glasses and yell 'Cut!' over and over again.

On the other hand, Taehyung was finishing his cigarette leaning against his red Hudson Hornet, one of his most precious jewels after you.

The workshop was alive with the noise of men talking and laughing, machines, and the roar of engines being tested. His car was being checked for the race on Sunday, and he looked into the engine himself whenever he could, even when he had a crew of mechanics.

His favorite part was wiping the towel over the car to give it the finishing touch, his last name on the side next to a 7 painted in white. It was beautiful. He felt his chest swell with pride every time he did it.

The Korean boy who played with cars made from milk cartons and soda caps. Now a two-time Nascar championship winner.

He dropped his cigarette butt to the ground as Little James, one of his mechanics, called several times from the small office at the end of the workshop. The telephone was in Little James' hand with a face of surprise and terror. The corner of Taehyung's lip lifted because he knew who could cause that expression with just a look and a simple action.

He walked slowly, keeping the cigarette box in the sleeve of his white shirt. Grabbing the phone, he asked Little James to leave him alone with a single raised hand.

"Now what?"

"She did it again, Kim. I don't know what I'm going to do with her."

"You should throw her off a bridge and tell her that'll make her more famous" Taehyung chuckled wiping his oily hands on the fabric of his shirt. Taehyung could almost hear your agent squinting his eyes under his bottle-bottom glasses.

One of these days you would kill him from a heart attack, Taehyung thought that was your purpose.

"I don't know where she's gone but we need to finish at least three scenes today and-" the man stammered. "Kim, she's wearing a dress that costs twice my salary. She needs to stop acting like a child, you should control her."

"Mmm," Taehyung snorted. "You've been with her for years, dear Carl. You've been handling her since she turned sixteen and still don't know how to tell her to calm down? To fucking stop her nagging?"

"No" he complained, not understanding the sarcasm in Taehyung's voice. "Since she turned twenty I don't know what to do with her"

Taehyung rolled his eyes "You can calm down, Carl" he assured with a serene voice.

"Are you going to look for her?"

"Yeah, cancel the whole week too, and tell that fucking director of yours not to try to change the actress because he's going to regret it"

"Do you know who you're talking about? Mr. Truman doesn't take shit from anyone, not even her"

"If they take her out of the movie, you won't find anyone like her"

"Kim..." Carl sighed in disappointment, he more than anyone knew it was the truth.

"Goodbye, Carl" Taehyung put the phone down, searching for his motorcycle keys.

You were on one of the highest hills, revealing a city of papers and moving images.

The air around you was sweet and heavy; the palms were unfazed by the desperate heat. You gripped the wheel tightly looking up the rocky steep, of course you thought about it. You're also not trying to lie to yourself when you hear the sound in your head of how your body falls sharply, hitting each sharp stone.

You took a deep breath and looked inside your car, white leather decorated to the smallest detail. A shuddering hand grabbed the bag on the passenger seat, a bottle so small it looked like a toy; with your fingernail covered in red varnish, you picked up the white dust.

"What do you think you're doing?" your body tensed upon hearing the unfathomable voice of your boyfriend. Or so the magazines said, not that it bothered you that it was called that.

His motorcycle was behind the car, high waisted jeans and sculpted white tee. A feast to the eyes. He came to you with slow steps, lighting a cigarette on his oily hands while he analyzed the scene in front of him: the biggest dress he has seen and your dilated pupils.

You cocked your head at Taehyung, his eyes unreadable. Your heart pounded when you saw him, eyes narrowed by the scorching sunlight, his eyebrows almost knit together with the lit wrinkled cigarette on his lips.

They had already been five months since the first time you two met and the ineffable splendor that exuded from Taehyung was such, that every time you saw him, you felt like a schoolgirl. A girl having her first infatuation upon knowing what a man was; not the kind who pulled your hair to get your attention but one of those men who fix things and says the right thing all the time.

Taehyung didn't talk much, he kept his voice like a rivulet, firm but gentle. You loved that about him, you loved when he would say the strangest things to you and then adorn it with "my love."

For example: "Don't you think if you're going to go up a hill at noon, at least have something lighter, my love?" You didn't know if he was talking about the dress or the cocaine that was spreading away from your fingernail.

"For the moment, it suits me perfectly, honey" You got out of the car removing your sunglasses to see him without the dark tint. His smell of smoke and perfume eternalized your nerves.

"What are you doing here?" you said, pleased with the view.

"Your agent is worried about you"

"Let him worry, he doesn't know what awaits him on this shoot"

"I thought you wanted this role" his hands slid to the tight part of your waist, the smoke of both of your cigars blinding you.

"It's not the role I want, Taehyung dear" You looked at him with half-closed eyes, drunk with obsession.

"Mmhm," was all he said, letting smoke out of his nose. You didn't realize when but you exhaled when you felt how the dress no longer tightened your waist; the open zipper on your back.

"And what does my doll want?" he asked, throwing the cigar from your mouth away, spitting his.

"My face...everywhere" you smiled just thinking about it. Taehyung gently squeezed your breast, studying your face.

"I want women to cut their hair to look like me and for men to masturbate in their bathrooms just by watching me on TV" a moan escaped your lips as you felt Taehyung's tongue cool your neck.

"What else?" said he leaving wet kisses all over your chest.

"I want-" your mind was overflowing with flashing pictures, "I want to enter rooms with a simple dress, and people to still make a fuzz about it, for them to think it's easy." You sighed, hearing the fabric break under his hands.

"What's easy?" He stopped the trail of kisses to see your face, close enough to smell the alcohol on your tongue.

"To be me." You smiled, him too. He grasped your untouched finger, still covered with the angel dust, took your wrist, and began to brush his gums with your index, the fine powder disappearing with his saliva. You never looked away.

He took your face in his grubby hands, cupped your cheeks, and drank you in like it was the first time, the last too. With a kiss, he pressed you against the side of the car. Putting his hands beneath your knees, he lifted you to take you to the hood.

Number two of the things you discovered about him, it's the way he could make you melt. His hands opened your knees and broke the last pieces of the detailed skirt, glitter and stones flew in the air.

The only thing you could do was let him do his part, you loved watching him perform. He crawled on top of you, the metallic noise of the hood sinking because of the weight. He ripped your white panties letting your pussy feel the cool air. "Oh, honey." You purred with a cocaine-induced smile, the alcohol making your whole core blush. "The way you move, makes me feel like one of your precious cars"

He laughed while going down on you, his tongue found the throbbing nub beneath all the fabric and stones sticking to your sweaty skin. You yelped.

"I love the way you taste." He whined nibbling the skin of your inner thigh, he was going insane and you loved it. His tongue made its way to your core moving his head like a wild animal, growling while he ate you out.

You couldn't give two fucks about who saw you or heard you, though, it was difficult people were going to when you were in the middle of nowhere. What a shame, really. You would've loved letting people see the stoic Kim Tae Hyung going down on you. His head lifted looking for air and looked at you with hooded eyes.

"Take my belt off, pretty thing." He demanded in a low voice, swallowing your taste. You obeyed with a rush.

He took your hand and spit on it, with the raise of his brows you understood. You started wetting his shaft with his spit. His eyebrows furrow, tilting his head letting the sweat on his neck glist in the harsh light. "Fuck" he whispered and you felt so proud of your hard work.

After a few pumps, he couldn't control himself. His body fell on top of yours, softly putting your hands behind your head. His cock find your entrance and you both twitched at the feeling, he moved as slowly as he could. Breathy groans came out of his throat.

"What about me, darling?" He started saying brushing his lips in your ear. "I'm not a billboard or a little shiny statue. Can you still take my adoration as something precious?" His heart was at the edge of a cliff, the tears too.

Your body trembled and laughed nervously. You've heard so many adorations from men, took them all like thrown roses.

This one felt like a dagger, a begging instead of a prayer.

"Don't be silly, Kim." Was everything you could say.

"When have I been a fool with you?" He interrupted, sinking the blade a little more when he stopped smiling. Gripping your hands harder under his.

You denied. The in-and-out had you seeing stars around him. "Never" you exhaled.

"Let me take you on a date, please, honey" he whined leaving sweet pecks in your face and neck. "Let me treat you right"

You breathe so hard you shake, and with a roll of his skilled hips, you rolled your eyes, biting your lips. This man took his job so seriously, even when he was begging.

"I never liked jesters anyways" you finally said, he smiles and pushed his body up without stopping his hips, taking the sweaty top off.

His thumbs caressed your tummy and grip your sides so hard you squinted, he went as hard as possible. The car creaked under the movements.

Taehyung's wet hair dripped salty drops. The sun made a halo around his body behind him and you could swear you were in heaven.

You hummed when you came, almost singing away your orgasm. It came so soft and smooth, the high was lovely.

The boy on top of you groaned and smiled brightly, laughing so beautifully when his cum started coming out in hot shots. "God" he laughed even more throwing his head back. "You're insane" he denied seeing the mess of green diamonds, dripping mascara in your face, your sweaty wig letting your hair peek through the cap. "I love it" he whispered kissing your hand with adornment.

"I love it too" you sighed.

a/n: Thanks to @peachypinkygloss for giving me the courage to actually write, lots of love. This two characters have been in my mind and my journal for quiet some time and it's time i give it a try.

You can write to me on private if you have some critics or want to help me on my grammar.

#taehyung #taehyung smut #oneshot

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canyonlibra · 9 months

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dalliance

Once a month, you and your husband go your separate ways in an effort to maintain a healthy marriage and explore individual interests. So where exactly is it that both your interests take you?

Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

Genre: Dom!Hoseok; Smut; PWP

Word Count: 9,800+

Warnings: Profanity; Cheating; Dom/sub; Explicit sexual content (rough sex, degradation, sadomasochism, mild petplay, orgasm denial, impregnation kink, choking, additional FILTH); All activity is consensual, which is made clear by the ending; Hoseok is very out of character, but that’s also kind of the point

Part of the Dead Writers Co Heart of the Cards Collaboration

My Tarot Cards: Upright Moon; Reversed Sun

Read on AO3

#dom hobi #hobi smut #one shot

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canyonlibra · 9 months

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Keynote (m)

➺ Banner: As usual, the talent hoarder @kithtaehyung 💛

➺ Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

➺ Trope: Strangers to Lovers, Non-Idol!AU

➺ Genre: Smut, Slight Fluff

➺ Rating: +18

➺ Word Count: 18.5k

➺ Summary: Sleep was all you had desired, after dealing with an agitating boss, an incompetent coworker and an unsurmountable workload. Right up until your hotel room was flooded with an array of noises from the room next door. Shouting, screaming, begging, moaning. Sleep was all you had desired, but after this night, your desires have grown.

➺ Warnings: (phew lets get this) hard dom!Hoseok, sub!reader, sir kink, voyeurism (she listens through the wall), humping pillow (please don’t let your naked parts touch hotel pillows they are disgusting), nasty dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, masturbation (female), cursing, alcohol, some form of exhibition, name calling, is it siya’s fic if a tie hasn’t been turned into a leash, unsafe driving, we have safewords, grinding on shoe, nipple teasing, pain kink, face slap, spitting, oral (male receiving), seated reverse cowgirl/seated rear-entry/the perch, unprotected sex (for the love of Hoseok, practice safe sex everybody), creampie, spanking, pussy slap, panty stuffing (fiction doesn’t have infection but real life does, please be careful!!), more unprotected sex, tit slaps, missionary to wrap it all up <3, some makeoutz

➺ Cross Posted: AO3

➺ Author’s Note: Depictions of conference is HIGHLY inaccurate, the one I attended was disgusting and online. Big ups to @taegularities and @jimilter for legitimately fixing this whole fic because English isn’t my forte. And @lavienjin for helping me out in the earlier parts (which was in…. July….). They worked almost as hard editing the fic as I did writing, for which I am immensely grateful 💛 Thank you for your patience, and let me know what you think!

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“Soomin, how in the world do you work for a tech company,” you scream into the phone, taking a breath after half that sentence tires you out, “and not realize that the projector needs a connection? Did you think it would photosynthesize?!”

The receptionist, earlier glaring at you for causing a ruckus, now tones down her frown after hearing the reason for your agony. Even she understands.

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canyonlibra · 9 months

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the overly jealous bf trope isn't usually my thing but seeing him on live had me purring so yeah

☆ pairing: bf!jimin x fem!reader

★ warnings: smut, somewhat dub-con ig, toxic relationship.

You're crying pathetically, sinking your nails into Jimin's arm as he's fingering you roughly, pounding his fingers into your soppy pussy at a rapid pace. His other hand is placed around your neck, choking you but not enough to cut your airflows.

His knuckles are red and injured. The skin has ripped off during his work out as he wasn't being careful, using the punching bag without gloves. You've told him before to at least wrap his hands in bandages, but he said he was fine.

"You fucking useless cunt," Jimin spits out angrily, looking at you like you're the person he despises the most in the world, and yet, he's fucking you with his fingers.

Your legs are trembling, so much juices leaking out from your pussy and dripping down to Jimin's knuckles. You sob loudly, the stretch of your hole being painful, but so pleasurable at the same time.

You were just talking to a friend, laughing a bit too much in Jimin's opinion. You can't do anything without your boyfriend getting mad or jealous and it's becoming tiring at this point. He's so possessive, he doesn't let anyone near you and especially if they are a male.

"My attention isn't enough? You want the others too?" You try your best to shake your head from side to side, showing your disagreement. "No?" He wonders, even though he knows he's enough for you, you've told him plenty of times before.

"Only... you," you manage to let out, tears falling from your reddened eyes.

You're totally naked while Jimin is fully clothed, still wearing his white t-shirt and his pair of jeans with his expensive watch around his wrist, making this situation even more humiliating to you.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you and a slight smile tugs on his lips when you say those two words. He leans in, his mouth just beside your ear. "Right, 'cause you only need me, baby. Only me," he whispers, making goosebumps appear on your skin, the hair on your arms raising up.

You let out a soft whimper at that, letting go of his arm to crumple his t-shirt between your small fingers. He smooches the side of your face, collecting a single tear of yours at the same occasion. Your stomach flutters, your pussy quivers around his fingers and your heart thunders in your chest.

His digits skillfully rummage in your pussy, patting the sweet spot inside of you. When you cum, your entire body shakes like a leaf and your vision becomes fuzzy.

You cream his fingers and he slowly pulls them out after, sucking your juices off of them. "If you can't settle for me, I'll find a way to make you stay. Understand?" His hot breath hits the side of your face as he threatens you in the sweetest voice.

You nod your head to show him you do understand and he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing your lips.

He lies down beside you and you shift yourself closer, hugging him and placing your head down on his chest. You take his injured hand in yours to observe it quietly, delicately tracing his knuckles, giving them healing kisses.

#bts smut #jimin smut #oneshot #dom jimin

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canyonlibra · 9 months

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Jin when you have an allergic reaction

pairing: seokjin x fem reader

warnings: none I think?? panic attack mentioned but doesn’t happen in the fic. hurt/comfort with a lot of fluff. reader has an allergic reaction to a cat and Jin takes care of her.

word count: 2.1k

Jin when you have an allergic reaction

He had seen a cute little kitten on the way home to your shared apartment. It was walking around in the snowy road all by itself. Bending down to pick it up, he saw it had a name and number on a little shiny silver tag.

“Little baby got away from home huh?”

He took out his phone and dialed the number, finding that the house was only a few blocks away from where you guys stay. He reassured the owner that it wasn’t a problem at all, as he was heading in that direction anyways.

“Bye kitty” he said, giving it a little kiss on the head and handing it off to its owner.

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“Babyyyy! I’m homeeee!” Jin yelled dramatically as he walked in the door.

You rushed out of your room and to the front door, trying your best to crush him in a tight hug, although all the things he was holding made it a bit hard to wrap your arms around him.

“I got four different movies to choose from, and a new cookbook, and those candy things you really like.”

“Thank you baby!” you said with a smile, leaning in to give him a little peck on the lips.

You took his arm and pulled him to the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed and flopping on next to him.

“Someone is tired huh?” he said jokingly while rubbing your back.

“Nope!” you replied sitting up quickly.

“Okay miss not-sleepy, pick a movie for us to watch while I go to the bathroom really quick.”

Watching him get up and walk away, you looked down at the options he had given you. Trying to decide what to watch, you suddenly became aware of a burning sensation on your lips.

“Why are you touching your lips like that honey?” Jin said while giggling.

“I-“

“Oh! You just missed my kisses soooo much. I’m so sorry come here! I didn’t mean to neglect you!” He said while grabbing your face and rapidly kissing all over it.

“JIN S-STOP!” you said trying to wiggle away.

He held you down, kissing down your neck, ticking you with his lips. You tried your best to push his head away, but he just moved down further. Making his way to your stomach, he rolled up your shirt attacking you there.

“Jin! Jin please! I surrender! I surrender, please!” you said squirming around in his tight grip.

“Okay fine. Since you asked so nicely- and because of the kindness in my heart.” He said sitting up from on top of you and dramatically clutching his chest.

“Shut up drama queen.” you said smiling and softly slapping his arm.

“Anddd speaking of drama… which movie?” he asked holding up the small collection of movies he bought.

“The middle one.” you replied smiling up at him.

Popping the disc in the player, he pressed start, and climbed back onto the bed next to you. He pulled you on top of him, your chest on his, and your legs tangled together as you watched the opening scene of the movie.

All should have been well, but you couldn’t stop moving around. The pain on your mouth had increased, and your face began to itch. You tried to gently scratch your face, making small, soft movements so you wouldn’t disturb Jin. But attentive as he always was, he noticed.

“Something wrong baby?” He asked gently, looking down at you rubbing your back with one hand, and pushing the hair out of your face with the other.

“Yeah I think so, but my face is kind of itchy, I don’t know why.” you said with a little pout.

“Do you want me to get some ointment? Maybe you got bit by a bug?”

“No baby I’m okay, thank you though.” You said with a soft smile and a kiss to his cheek, before laying your head back down on his chest.

“Alright my love, but make sure you tell me if you need anything, can’t have my baby being uncomfortable during movie night!” he said faking an angry face.

“Thank you Jinnie.”

You guys went back to watching the movie, and about a minute passed before the itching started becoming more unbearable. And on top of that, you had begun sneezing now.

“Bless you! Oh my goodness that was like the third one!” he said giggling. He always thought your sneezes were so cute. You, however, were feeling worse by the minute.

“Jin, my throat kind of hurts and my face, and my neck and stomach it feels like there are razors when I breathe. And I c-can’t it hurts.” You said sounding pretty panicked.

He sat up quickly, cradling your face with both his hands.

“Hey, it’s okay baby, I’m right here, try to breathe. Are you having a panic attack?” he asked in a hushed tone, trying not to panic you further. A light hand came down to pet your stomach, him smiling at you.

“No, it just burns, and it’s so itchy I just-“

You pulled your hands up to your face, scratching more harshly now. Jin was quick to grab them into his own, trying to calm you before things got too bad.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t scratch, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Let’s go wash your face off, maybe there’s something on your skin bothering it.”

It’s not just my face Jin! My throat and my lungs feel so tight and everything just burns. And my eyes are so itchy and it’s just getting worse!” you whisper yelled while trying so hard not to cry, but your voice failing you.

You tried to rip your hands from his grip, but he wasn’t having it.

“It’s okay my love, I’m sorry. I can’t let you hurt yourself. I know you aren’t trying to, but you are scratching up your face. It will be okay, I promise. We will fix it. Is there anything I can d-“

He suddenly paused in the middle of trying to comfort you. He stared down at your hands in his, with his eyebrows furrowed, and then raised. His mouth opened in a sort of shock.

“Baby oh my goodness I’m so sorry. I hugged a cat earlier and I-I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t change my cl-clothes and I’m SO sorry! It was just all alone and I didn’t want anything to happen and I was so close to the house I should have remembered and I’m sorry.” he pleaded, stuttering and looking into your eyes and keeping a tight grip on your hands to show you he really meant what he said.

You weakly nodded while giving a little smile, leaning down to relax your face into his palms which were still holding onto yours as firmly as before.

You guys hadn’t been together for too long, about 8 months, but he’d remembered one of your first dates you mentioning your cat allergy. He was beating himself up internally for not remembering something so serious, and you could see the gears turning in his head as he looked sympathetically at you. But now wasn’t about him. He could be mad at himself all he wanted later.

“What do you need from me, sweetheart? What can I do for you?” he asked more calmly than before. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

You quickly shook your head no in between two sneezes.

“Medicine, second drawer in the nightstand.”

You had barely gotten it out because of what felt like the ten-thousandth sneeze of the last 10 minutes, but it became clear that he heard you well enough when he darted to the exact location you had just said. The pill bottle being one of three items in the drawer, it didn’t take him very long to find, taking a few quick strides back to you as he opened the container.

“Just one?”

“Yeah baby.”

He handed you the pill and a water bottle that you had placed on the floor next to the bed.

He helped you guide your hands to your mouth, even though you didn’t need the assistance. After swallowing the pill, you opened your eyes, realizing that your boyfriend may be more shaken than you are.

“It’s okay Jinnie. We just have to wait a few minutes now.” He nodded, helping you lie down against his chest again.

“Wait no! The hair. We need to change.”

“Oh! Oh right! I’m so sorry honey, I’ll help you!” he said gently but quickly picking you up off of him.

He got off the bed and stripped off his shirt, opting for a new and cleaner t-shirt he only wore to bed paired with some boxers. You had begun taking off your t-shirt and shorts as well, waiting for him to bring you the replacements. Once you were only in your underwear, and his shirt was no longer dirty, he quickly walked away to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a small towel that was dampened by the tap in one hand, and cleanser in the other. He set it beside a chair you guys had in the corner of the bedroom, only to turn around and pick you up bridal style from the bed, and carry you to the chair.

“Jinnie what are you-“

“Shh it’s okay sweetheart, let me take care of you.”

He got to work, starting on your face and making his way down to your stomach. He gently moved the warm towel across your skin, trying not to hurt the irritated flesh from the mix of the reaction, and your scratching.

“You got yourself good right here, pretty girl.”

He was referencing a point on the left side of your neck, just under your jaw. An angry group of red lines had risen from your attempt to relieve the side effect of your allergy.

“I’m sorry that I caused this, I never want to contribute to the reason you injure yourself, willingly or not.” He said with a bit of a sad tone, trying to apologize while also taking care of you. He finished the last bit of cleaning, placing the towel on the little table beside him.

“No. You are taking care of me so well. You always do. I am so sorry for being so rude to you. You we’re just trying to help me and I snapped at you. That wasn’t fair.”

He knelt down in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“You don’t have to apologize sweetheart. You were in pain, and I see how you could’ve felt like I wasn’t listening to you. I just want you to feel safe around me, and that I would do anything to help you out. I just want you to feel alright. I love you, ya know?”

He looked up at you with such sincerity, it was hard to not believe him. And he was telling the truth after all. He did love you.

“I think we both did things we maybe aren’t so happy about. We can take this as a learning experience for both of us. And I love you too Jin. So much more than you will ever know.”

He smiled at you, tilting his head to the side, and giving you a singular heartfelt kiss.

“Let’s get you dressed, huh?”

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Jin had spent the whole rest of the night pampering you. He changed the sheets, he even made you that disgusting tea that you like.

Whatever he could have been blamed for in terms of forgetting your allergy before was quickly forgiven. He made sure any function you were going to had no feline friends involved. He couldn’t have his baby suffering again! Meeting up with a friend for the first time in a while? Best believe he is calling them up to make sure they haven’t welcomed any new potentially dangerous pets to the family. Any people you invite to the house get “the talk” from him. He won’t have any more opportunities for you to suffer if he can help it.

So when Halloween comes around and your friend suggests matching cat costumes, Jin is quick to shut down the idea. Yes, he goes that far. Long after the joke gets old he still brings it up, just so everyone is aware and doesn’t forget.

“But y/n! You might attract them!! They might see you as one of them. And then what? The possibilities are terrifying!”

“Oh my god, Jin, shut upp!!” you say giggling and playfully hitting his chest.

“I love you too, baby.” He says with a soft laugh and a kiss to your cheek.

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canyonlibra · 10 months

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A Mess

College!AU | Janitor!Jungkook x Reader x Best Friend!Yoongi

genre: smut, small YoonKook fluff

rating: explicit

description: Maybe it was a good thing you lost that bet to Yoongi. The punishment was cruel, but it lead you to a threesome with him and your crush so… yay for that.

word count: 6.9k

warnings: sexual content (I mean… it’s a threesome fic), use of a vibrator in public, cussing, masturbation, oral sex, Dom!Yoongi + Dom!Jungkook, double penetration, slight choking, Daddy kink, spanking, creampie, dirty talk, and unprotected sex (I advocate protection, I promise lol).

a/n: It’s been so long since I’ve written and I was doubting my abilities. So I’m a bit nervous, but I hope you all like it! Ever since I saw the pictures of Jungkook in the 2017 Seasons Greetings, I got janitor vibes and had to write something. He looked so~ good. Didn’t think Yoongi would join in the fun but hey, you can’t say no to YoonKook. We’re all weak for YoonKook, okay? Thank you for reading! Don’t be shy to tell me your thoughts. ❤ (Update: I posted it again b/c the tags weren’t showing up properly)

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#yoongi smut #jungkook smut #poly bts #oneshot

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canyonlibra · 1 year

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All it takes | JHS

Part I

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x f!reader

Summary: After months of quietly pinning after Jung Hoseok, your friends decide to give you a little push. Sometimes a New Years Eve party and a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven is all it takes.

Genre: Sexual content, minors keep out!

Warnings: Non idol au; tattooed!Hobi, tattoo artist Hobi; Jimin is a mess; Jungkook is a menace.

Word count: 4k.

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“For fucks sake, just go talk to him!” Sohee huffed, grabbing your elbow as if to push you in his direction.

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canyonlibra · 1 year

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The Vampire King

(Polyamory au) (Supernatural au) (Drabble!)

Summary: Vampire hobi never imagined himself a king, but after circumstances allow himself to take a human queen for a wife wife, he finds there’s a lot of love left in his cold dead heart.

Tags: Bullet fic, supernatural au, halloween surprise gift, Smut, Double penetration, Knotting, Vampire! hobi, Human! m/c, Knight! seokjin, Dragon! namjoon, Werewolf! jungkook, Succubus! jimin, Mage! Taehyung, Vampire! yoongi, Tentacles, oviposition, sex-magic, blood-lust, fear kink, edgeing, overstimulation, Ace! hobi, Dom! hobi

W/c: 2.8k (it’s a drabble okay 🥰)

A/N: happy halloween! here is a little surprise! i wrote this in like an hour lol so it’s heavily unedited but i hope you enjoy it! please remember to leave me a like and a comment if theres something in here you enjoyed!

- Vampire hobi has never fancied himself much of a ruler, but still- he ends up as the king of some nation after his long running best friend dies- having been king) and hobi- having been his ‘long lost bastard son’ or something, unwilingly inherits the throne.

- Hobi is old- older than many many magical beasts and things that go bump in the night. he’s old enough to think- hey i’ve never been a king before, might be fun, i could like it. (The truth is he’s dreadfully bored, dreadfully tired of the vampire council and his own kind).

- for a while he even likes to plan the balls! humans did always burn bright and burn quick, but they’ve always created the most fantastic creations too. their music puts even the sound of fairy song to shame.

- only…why are his advisors trying to get him to marry a human? isn’t that a little antiquated? To fuck only one person and only one gender at that? He’s convinced, because really, how long will he even be king anyway? He can only probably last another 20 or so years before they’ll start to get suspicious of his inhumanly good looks and he’ll need to fake his own death to evade suspicions (humans might be interesting but they’re not the smartest bunch).

- only then, he meets the m/c, the princess of a rival nation who has the sweetest blood he’s ever smelled. he’s winded in the throne room when he sees her, smells her, nostrils flaring, sure that his eyes must be flashing red. only- why is her heart beating faster when she sees him? how can such a beautiful creature love an old cold bag of bones like him?

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#bts x reader #poly bts #hoseok smut #oneshot

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canyonlibra · 1 year

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hii hope you're doing fine! sooo i would like to request a stepbros!rapline x big boobs fem!reader where they have a cnc or noncon free use(including somno) relationship with her and then one of them had the brilliant idea of inviting some of their friends(it can or cannot be the rest of the tannies, up to u) to their house and fuck her in from of them, doing a whole show

all of this with lots of dirty talk, a bit of spit kink, degradation, daddy/sir kink, one of them being monster cock, and u can add more if u want!

if u don't feel comfortable just ignore the request!

lots of love! ^^

Love, don't worry, I got you 🫶🏻 I couldn't be happier to write this beautiful request... Thank you and I hope you like it 💜 ! Mwah 💋 xox

This is a gift for you and me, anon...

Wolves in Sheep's Clothing

✰ Pairing: Stepbrothers!Rapline x Fem!Reader

✰ Genre: Step siblings AU, smut

✰ Summary: Your parents are gone on a trip for a week, leaving you and your stepbrother Namjoon alone in the house. Since you don't see your other brothers Hoseok and Yoongi as often anymore, they plan on spending quality family time together with you.

✰ Word count: 8.4k

✰ Warnings: pseudo incest, dub-con, non-con to a certain extent, infantilism, exhibitionism, voyeurism, somnophilia, dacryphilia, humiliation, degradation, praising, slapping, unprotected sex, daddy kink (only said two times somehow (the only thing I'm sorry for)), brief spit kink, clit stimulation, breasts play, oral (m), cum eating.

✰ A.N.: Oof, I have goosebumps just thinking about the smut in this. 😮‍💨 6.2k of pure smut... Should we be concerned? 🤔 I know dark themes are not usual on my blog, but guess what, your girl has a dark side, too. 👻 Anyway, scroll if you don't like this, you're all enough mature to know your limits. 🥰

"Namjoon, treat your sister with kindness." The boy rolls his eyes while he takes a sip out of the orange juice box, his Adam's apple bobbing up as he swallows the liquid down his throat.

It's eight in the morning, his dad and your mom should've already been gone on their trip, but his father stresses way too much about the situation. Namjoon is going to be twenty-three in a couple of months now and you just turned twenty, so there's nothing to be worrying about when leaving them alone in the house.

But this man must be the most anxious person he has ever known in his life. It's a little bit annoying when he freaks out this way because his son is an adult and he should trust him. It's even more annoying when Namjoon has to convince his dad to finally go to the airport and take his flight.

"As always." He answers distractedly as he closes the bottle cap of the box of juice. He shuts the fridge's door after he puts the beverage back on its shelf.

"And don't forget-" His father shouts at him, but Namjoon cuts him off, knowing what he'll say.

"To water the plants, I know, dad." He shouts back at him, leaning against the kitchen counter and passing his hand through his messy hair.

"No, I was about to say-" He can hear the confusion in his voice as he tries to correct him, but his son interrupts him again.

"Call grandma for her birthday, yes, noted."

"What!? Her birthday's this week? Oh my-!"

He sees the man coming back into the kitchen, rushing over to the fridge where the calendar is hung on. He follows the days of the week with his finger, his eyes popping out of their sockets when he reads 'bday of grandma - do not forget!' on Wednesday.

Namjoon sports an amused smile on his lips, enjoying the way his father looks absolutely afraid. He's impatient to see him gone, but he can't deny that the situation is funny.

"You forgot?" He asks him, crossing his arms over his naked chest. He didn't bother to put a shirt on this morning, only dressed in his pyjamas pants.

"N-No! I mean, maybe. Don't tell your grandma!" He scowls Namjoon. "But yes, call her... Tell her we wish her a happy birthday." The boy chuckles, taking his father by the shoulder and guiding him to the entry door.

"I will. Now, go! You'll miss the flight."

His father and your mother leave the house after what felt like hours of watching them filling the car trunk with their luggages. One week without them is perfect, exactly what he needs. He is going to spend every day alone with you where no one could stop him from what he's planning to do with his brothers.

He goes back upstairs, passing by your closed door. You're still sleeping, no sound is coming from your bedroom. It's Saturday so you can stay in bed until noon without worrying about your mother barging in and asking you to do chores around the house. You're enjoying this week off, too.

Namjoon takes his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it to go to the messaging app. Still in front of your closed door, he clicks on the group he has with Hoseok and Yoongi. They wanted to know when your parents will be gone, so now is the time to tell them.

[8:17] Joon 💪🏼: The old man and his bitch are gone [8:17] Joon 💪🏼: Thought they’d never leave

He closes the screen of his phone, shoving it back into his pocket. He eyes your door, wondering in which position you're in, if you're sleeping peacefully, if you're dreaming.

He grips the handle and turns it slowly, not wanting to wake you up. He opens the door slightly enough for him to enter in, his eyes immediately finding your unconscious body on your bed. You're laying down on your belly, your cheek squished against the soft material of your pillow case. Your hair is spread all over you, some in your face and some on your shoulders.

You're so beautiful asleep. Nothing seems to disturb you, nothing at all. But it might be your most vulnerable state because you don't know about the big monster hiding under your bed, ready to eat you whole.

There's no monster under your bed, so you probably think that you're fine, safe from any danger. What you don't understand, though, is that the monster is not hiding, no, he's out for you to see. Mommy told you to not trust the wolves, but what she forgot to say was that the wolves might be in sheep's clothing.

Namjoon feels the buzzing of his phone against his thigh, indicating to him that he just received a text. He takes that as the sign to leave your room and he closes the door behind him carefully.

He returns to his bedroom, sitting on his mattress, his back against the headboard. He takes his phone back into his hand, checking what his brothers responded to him.

[8:22] Hobi 👼: i swear he thinks u're still 16

[8:24] Yoongi 🐱: tell me why you're still living with them again?

[8:25] Joon 💪🏼: I didn't drop out of school like you, you fool [8:25] Joon 💪🏼: Uni is fucking expensive I'll tell you that

[8:26] Yoongi 🐱: shut up nerd

[8:26] Hobi 👼: is she home?

[8:26] Joon 💪🏼: Yeah. Come by tonight [8:27] Joon 💪🏼: I'll make sure she doesn't leave the house

"Where do you think you are going?" Namjoon's deep voice pierces through the kitchen, making you jump out of surprise. He might be tall and muscly, he still manages to get behind you without you hearing anything. Skill that a predator has to excel.

You turn around toward him, showing the skimpy black dress that hugs your body and accentuates your large breasts. Is this an appropriate outfit to go out in? Namjoon wonders, but all he can think of is a negative answer to his question.

You plan on going to a shitty frat party, filled with intoxicated jocks and douchebags. The last place you would want to go at an hour like this. Namjoon knows how these parties take place and it never ends well, surely not for a defenceless and vulnerable girl like you.

"Um, just out... with a... with a friend." You stutter out, anxious about Namjoon's presence. You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and he closely follows your movement with his eyes.

Yes, you're an adult, but you were a teen barely months ago. You still don't know what kind of monsters are outside, waiting patiently for you to be alone in the dark. Your mom wouldn't like her daughter to be away from the house instead of being safe inside with her brothers.

Namjoon knows you just want to have fun and live your young life to the fullest, but you can also enjoy your time with your step-family. After all, you don't see Hoseok and Yoongi as often anymore. This is more memorable than drinking and smoking with strangers as loud music is playing in the background.

"You're not going out." His stern voice startles you. You feel small, so inferior compared to him.

He approaches you, closing the gap separating your two bodies in no more than two steps. Should you be scared? Scared of your step-brother? The way he's looking down at you, eyeing your figure barely covered by your dress, makes you feel like a prey.

"Hobi and Yoongi are coming." He informs you of their visit, acting like their presence is worth every second of your time.

And they are worth it, in fact. You just don't realize it because you prefer to be a brat, but Namjoon won't let that happen. No, if he has to he'll lock you inside, chain you to your bed, whatever it takes for you to be a good girl.

"I already have plans, Namjoon." You respond with confidence, your tone of voice surprisingly higher than his. Though, your fake confidence is quick to disappear when his dragon eyes penetrate your soul. "I didn't know they were coming..." You cower, backing away from him until your lower back hits the kitchen counter.

It isn't the first time Namjoon acts this way with you, they all do. Since you moved in with your mom, it has always been like this. Do what I tell you to, listen to me, don't disobey me...

You didn't really know what a sibling's relationship should look like, so you did what they wanted, but a baby bird wants to fly out of the nest eventually.

Is it ethical to not want the baby bird to leave? Is it wrong to keep it even though it'll never learn how to fly? But what does Namjoon know about morals anyway when every thought he has about you is ruthless. Nothing, he knows nothing because he has no morals.

"Now you know." He says lowly, his gaze lingering down on you, seeing how this dress makes you look like a pitiful whore. His stomach clenches just at the thought of you going out like that, letting foreign eyes undress you without any remorse.

The world is a cruel place, so cruel to women like you who just want to live peacefully, who just want to give and receive without ulterior motives. But, princess, how can you still see the world as a fairy tale when big, bad wolves are living in the same house as yours? Such a pure heart that doesn't deserve to be broken by meaningless college boys.

In the end, the mean wolves care more about you than the so-called Prince Charming. Only them will ever save you and keep you safe.

His large palm grips the flimsy material of your cheap dress, pulling slightly on it before letting it go. You flinch, your wide eyes glued on him, watching him lift his gaze up to yours. "Go change into something presentable." He steps aside and you rapidly walk away, running up the stairs to your room.

He hears your door closing in a thud, the ambiance in the house now tense and heavy. But Namjoon doesn't care, it's just a matter of time until his brothers arrive and you will learn to appreciate the little things.

You are sleeping now, after this long night you spent with your brothers. Yoongi ordered you to go to bed, saying it was already late for you to stay awake. Again, you are twenty and at this age you clearly do not need a bed time, but as his younger sister, you have to follow his rules.

Truthfully, you had a good time with them. Maybe they are right; family is better than friends. A part of you still wishes you had gone to the party, drank and smoked, made out with a cute guy. You know, all the stupid stuff people your age do every time they possibly can.

It's not like you never went to a party, but still. Your friends were so excited to go and so were you. Guess you should have thought better.

The night ended by watching a horror movie, and this one really scared you. You and them used to watch horror movies pretty often when they all lived here, but you were always scared after. You couldn't help it, what if the things in the movies really happened in real life?

So you went to bed with Hoseok. You didn't really want to, it felt weird to do that with him, even though it was not rare for you to sneak in his own bed when the monster in your closet seemed too real. You were younger at that time, so it felt normal, really comforting. The heath of his body always made you sleep easily and tonight his skin was particularly warm, like the old times.

Yoongi and Namjoon aren't far away, they know their brother won't resist. He doesn't push his feelings aside anymore, he couldn't even if he wanted to anyway.

They are just at the entry of your room, looking at the beautiful scene before them taking place. Watching isn't always wrong, it can be really pleasant if everyone does their parts correctly. Performers like to be watched and the public cheer for them, what would this be any different from a show? In fact, this is a show specially prepared for them.

Hoseok gently palms your ass, the meaty flesh bouncing as his big hands explores your body so intimately for the first time. Oh, he did touch it before, of course he did. In the shower, in his bed, in the car. He just didn't pursue anything, he didn't want to scare you. You accepted his touch so gratefully, how could he not lay his hands on you?

His rough digits find their way over your hip, dipping down between your plush thighs. His mouth can't stay away from your delicate neck, shivers running all over your skin when he gives you sloppy kisses. Your dream is surely too entertaining for you to realize that the hands on you are real and not just fragments of your mind.

Hoseok's fingers tickle the bump of your pussy over your night shorts, so thin he can feel the texture of your pubic hair. He wants to cup your cunt, harshly play with your dirty pussy, see how much juices would splash everywhere from spanking it. Would you cry? Would you scream? Would you moan?

It's unfair how everyone thinks something like this shouldn't happen, that they should bury their love for it to never resurface the Earth again. Is love really immoral if it comes from the wrong person? But who these people are to tell them what is right or wrong when in reality, everyone's a selfish sinner.

His large hand slips carefully inside your shorts and the pads of his fingers grace your soft bud of nerves. Hoseok can't help but trace the opening of your slick, pulling your pussy lips apart. Everything is done with so much care and attention, it only means that your brother truly loves you. His long finger settles down on your clit, circling it slowly while adding enough pressure on it to make you shudder.

His free hand sneaks under you and then over your chest to grip your throat that was previously being cherished by Hoseok's heart-shaped lips. You seem agitated in your sleep, his ministrations overtaking your little brain without even realizing that all of this is not just an innocent dream.

"I was thinking..." Namjoon whispers, getting Yoongi's attention. "We could invite some of the boys. I know she had a crush on Jin." He tells his brother, the information making his eyebrows lift up.

Seokjin used to come often to play video games in Namjoon's room or to play hockey in the street with the whole group. You were always curious about their friends, spying on them from the window of your bedroom. You weren't so subtle about it, especially not with the way Seokjin made you flustered.

"Really? I didn't know." Yoongi mutters, keeping his eyes distractedly on you. "We can call him and Jungkook, too. I'm sure the kid will be happy to see her."

Leaving you and Hoseok alone, they both go downstairs to call their friends. They kinda wish they could stay there and watch their brother play with you, but it might wake you up. And nobody wants that to happen.

"My sweet, sweet baby." Hoseok sings into your ear, bringing your body closer to his, pressing your ass against his crotch. His grip tightens around your neck and he massages your bud harder, which makes you clench your thighs around his manly hand.

The tingles in your body become more intense and your brain finally signals to you that this isn't a dream. He groans against your ear, his bulge brushing so perfectly against your butt. Your perfume invades his nostrils and he could get going just by your smell. It reminds him of the time you two were showering together, applying soap on each other's body.

Your shampoo is still the same; lavender, your favourite. It's sweet, feminine and gentle. A smell not too strong, just enough for whoever nuzzles your hair. It's his favourite, too.

"H-Hobi?"

Your voice makes him halt his movements, his hand staying still inside your cotton panties. He bucks his hips and you whine, feeling your throat vibrate under his palm. But he's not finished, oh no; it would take him a lot more to even consider removing his hands from your body.

"Hobi, what are you-" You begin, but never say the end of your question as his fingers regain their speed, doing circle motions on your poor little clit.

"Let Hobi do what he has to do, hmm? Will you, sweetie?" His hot breath tickles your face, making you shiver and the hair on your arms stand up.

The faster he goes, the more the knot in your stomach tightens. Your body reacts to the touch it's given despite your will not to. You clench your thighs nonetheless, the delicious tingle coming back, making your cheeks heath up and your heartbeat quicken. Why is it so good, yet so wrong?

"Stop, you shouldn't..." His hand on your neck shifts to your mouth, muffling down your voice. He's caging you between his strong arms, there's no way to escape. Even if you would try, you would miserably fail because no matter how far you push the bad thoughts away, they always come back.

Hoseok's grip changes, becoming frustrated instead of affectionate. "Shut your little mouth or I will stuff it full of my cock, sweetie." He whispers into your ear, never stopping his ministrations on your pussy. "Understood?" A cry comes out of your throat, the only sound you can produce with his palm over your mouth. You nod, submitting to his every wish so his threat doesn't become real.

Then, Hoseok pulls you over, his chest leaving your back. He comes between your legs, hovering over you. You finally see him in all his glory, his tanned skin illuminated by the moonlight and his fluffy brown hair in a mess. He looks like your brother, always has he, but his eyes are different. Devoid of any emotion or maybe they've always been like this.

His eyes trail down your face, going to your boobs and lower to your crotch. He tugs on your shorts, his fingers hooked under your panties as well. You squirm, desperate to keep the pieces of clothing that hide your femininity from his insatiable gaze.

Though, it wasn't a good idea because Hoseok gets angry easily. He slaps your cheek, making your face move to the side. You don't know why they didn't come before, but tears fall down from the corners of your eyes, wetting the bed sheets under you. Your face burns, both from the harsh smack and the humiliation.

You want to apologize so badly because upsetting your brother might be the worst thing ever. He looks disappointed in you when you glance back at him, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth sealed shut.

"Behave. This is your last warning." His eyes bore into yours and for some reason, you see love through them. Very briefly before they shift down to your night shorts again. He finally pulls on them, removing both your underwear and pyjama bottoms.

You're vulgarly exposed to him and you close your legs, feeling embarrassed in front of him. It's not the first time he sees you like that, but now it feels more meaningful, more intimate, worse.

"I'm not sure if it's right, Hobi, please..." Your glossy eyes find his again, asking, begging for some empathy.

He opens your legs violently, pushing them on each side of you. Your hole clenches, your pussy glistening from your wetness. The bulge deforming his pants is huge, and you're surprised to find yourself anticipating his next move, but he doesn't reach for his fly.

"And what am I not doing right, sweetie? Tell me what's so wrong about me..." He leans over you, his lips beside your ear. You swallow, your heart beating so fast you think it's going to explode. "Tell me how insane I am because guess what, it'll only encourage me to go further."

You don't have time to react that he's already backing away, adjusting himself between your legs. Your words are stuck in your throat, not daring to come out in case it spurs more Hoseok on. At this point, your words won't change anything. Maybe you want this as bad as him, maybe that's why you don't fight back, that you completely give up.

Your brothers have always been stronger than you, anyway. It's a losing battle. But, in reality, is there any fight going on? Even if there was one, it wouldn't be you against them.

It would be them against the world, against anyone who dares to hurt you, against every monster that patiently waits for you to step outside.

"You have such a pretty pussy, my sweet baby." He coos, looking down at your crotch covered in your shame that is your own lust. "Pretty, but so, so dirty." He tilts his head down, hovering just over your cunt. He collects saliva in his mouth and spits on you, watching it drip down your quivering pussy. "Clenching so hard like a slut begging me to fuck her..."

He tsks and his palm lands violently on your thigh, a smacking sound resonating in your bedroom. You flinch from the hit, squeaking as Hoseok brings his long fingers adorned in chunky rings to your dripping cunt. He flattens his hand on you and moves it rapidly from side to side, making a huge mess on your bed. Your juices spill everywhere and he doesn't seem to mind at all, looking at your pussy intensively.

The friction on your clit makes you squirm again, holding the bed sheets tightly between your fists. More tears wet your cheeks and you cry under Hoseok, pulling your legs further apart, your body asking for more. Demanding for a release.

You jut your hips forward and he takes a hold of your right thigh with his free hand, sinking his nails into your skin. Your clit is so sensitive and you feel the fire in your belly growing, whining desperately for your orgasm. Never has it been so intense.

"I knew you were dirty... So fucking dirty." He smiles deviously, the first real emotion you see emanating from him, but it's not happiness or love unlike usual.

He continues to play roughly with your pussy as if you're nothing but an object, barely something he would sympathize with. You wonder what makes you appear so dirty to him. After all, he's the reason why you're in this position, dripping wet in the same bed as your brother.

"Please!" You beg, but for what, you don't really know. For him to stop or to continue? Does it even matter when you're not the one in charge?

Exactly when you're about to cum, you hear people going upstairs. For a moment, you fear it's your parents, ready to discover their daughter and son doing the unforgivable. But it's not them, of course it's not. Your brothers would never risk getting caught.

You turn your head to the side and notice Seokjin at the door frame, someone you would have never expected to see during a moment like this. Yoongi is behind him and you can't focus on them anymore as your orgasm passes through you.

"Hoseok-!" You call his name in complete distress, bucking your hips against his hand as he continues to masturbate you to drive you off your high.

You close your thighs around his hand and he doesn't pull them apart instantly, understanding that the stimulation becomes too much.

"I thought we wouldn't go hard on her too soon." Yoongi's voice reaches both of you, making Hoseok turn his head toward his older brother. You simply blink in his direction, looking totally messed up and brainless from his point of view.

Seokjin is standing away from the bed as Yoongi comes beside it. The first man seems to make himself comfortable, shoving his hands in his pockets as if he's the spectator of a show.

"I didn't go that hard... You know how stubborn and talkative she is." Hoseok shrugs, putting the blame on you.

Yoongi only hums, not really listening since all of his attention is on your crotch. He grips one of your knees, pulling your legs apart and revealing to everyone the cum dripping out of your hole. Hoseok moves aside to give his friend a good view of you and you scrunch your eyes shut, unable to endure the humiliation you feel at this moment.

"Where are the others?" Hoseok asks, drifting his gaze away from you. His brother keeps looking at your pussy, though, collecting the creamy substance on his fingers. You contract your walls around nothing, desperately begging to be fucked without realizing it.

Seokjin is the one to answer, pulling your desk chair in front of your bed and sitting down on it. "They are talking downstairs. Jungkook's a little bit too excited right now, so Namjoon's trying to calm him down."

Hoseok chuckles at that, but still acknowledges that it's safer to keep him away from now. Maybe Jimin would have been a better guest, he can control himself easily compared to Jungkook, but the youngest has liked you for so long, it was only fair to invite him.

"Yoongi..." You whine his name, hoping it'll do something, anything, and he raises his gaze up to your face, unfazed by your pathetic little cries.

"What?" He asks, but you know he's not really waiting for an answer. You keep your mouth shut, looking at him with puppy eyes. "You're a fucking crybaby. You think I don't see how much you leak just by having Jin looking at you? Stupid slut." He smacks your pussy, your wetness combined with your cum splatter everywhere, the hit making your skin burn.

And there they are again, your tears rolling down your face. Yoongi doesn't believe in your acting, knowing pertinently that those are crocodile tears. Little do you know that they make him rock hard.

"I'm sorry!" You cry out, your vision fuzzy from your tears. You glance in Seokjin's direction and his presence makes you so flustered, like when you were younger.

Hoseok licks his lips, almost refraining himself from pulling his cock out and fucking you dumb. The night hasn't fully started yet, he needs to wait.

"No, you're not." His severe tone shuts you up, biting down on your lip to not let any sounds out of your mouth. He then unbuckles his belt, removing it from his waist to tie your wrists with it. "Hoseok, go sit over there." He points the headboard to his brother and he follows his instruction, sitting behind you.

Hoseok brings you up by your armpits between his legs, laying your head against his lower stomach. It's now Yoongi's turn to position himself between your legs.

Your relief from earlier to see that Hoseok didn't decide to fuck you is cut short when Yoongi is about to do it. He tucks his zipper down and the noise makes you shiver, your eyes flickering anxiously between his piercing gaze and the bulge in his pants. As big as Hoseok or maybe even bigger.

Your heart is thundering in your rib cage and you can hear it beating fast in your head. You watch him lowering his boxers down, freeing his fat cock out. Hoseok's stroking your hair, but the act doesn't succeed in soothing you.

"No! Please, it won't- it won't fit!" You bring your thighs to your chest to avoid Yoongi, attempting to crawl away but Hoseok's hold doesn't allow you to. "Daddy, please..." You whine out, the name coming out of your mouth is completely unexpected from the boys.

Yoongi's eyes snap up to you, frowning as he looks at you, concerned. Was it intentional? Seokjin laughs, the sound making Yoongi's head turn around to stare at him. He finds the way you called Yoongi kinda amusing. Out of all of the names, that's what his friend likes to be referred as.

Yoongi decides to ignore him, telling himself it's not the time to confront him. His attention is back on you.

"You're making this really hard for me, kitten." He grips the back of your thighs, his big hands handling them open. "Keep her still, Hoseok, because I won't be fucking gentle."

The boy behind you passes an arm around your chest, securing you in place. His other hand makes its way toward your mouth, forcing it open by pressing his fingers on each side of your jaw. Then, he enters two digits in your mouth and pushes down your tongue, drool dripping down on your chin. You whimper, goosebumps traveling down your body, and your eyes widen when Yoongi's cock is just above your pussy.

Yoongi flicks his tip through your wet folds, holding one of your thighs up to have better access to your cunt. How could it not hurt? It's long and thick, nothing you've ever seen before.

"Hoseok prepped you enough, stop worrying, okay?" Somehow, his words seem genuine. He cares about you, he would never purposefully harm you. He just doesn't like to hear you cry, especially when you have no reason to.

You sniff and nod, even though you're still not sure if it's really going to fit without forcing the way in, but you trust Yoongi. You need to because how else will this night end if you don't believe in your brother?

"Good girl. Now focus on me, kitten." Your gaze diverts up to him, holding eye contact as Hoseok's fingers remain in your mouth, all coated in your spit.

You cry around your brother's digits when you feel Yoongi's cock head pushing in, your walls trying effortlessly to adjust to the size of his girth. He sucks air through his teeth, his eyebrows pinch together as he looks into your eyes, watching you crumble under him.

"Shit." He curses under his breath, gripping your other thigh when his length is pushed in enough for him to freely penetrate you without holding his base. "This pussy's so fucking tight."

He snaps his hips against yours when he bottoms out, but the angle isn't good enough, so Yoongi places his hands on your hips to pull you up. Only then he is balls deep into your dripping wet cunt and you gasp, feeling lightheaded. Your eyelids flutter as your eyes roll back into your skull, the feeling of being stretched out by a dick as huge as Yoongi's making you dizzy.

Hoseok snickers, looking down at your fucked up face. "Such a dumb girl." He slips his fingers out of your mouth and he cups your face roughly, shaking your head from side to side to emphasize the brainless state that you are in. "I knew you would like this..." He murmurs in your ear, which makes you clench your walls around your brother.

Yoongi slides up after staying inside of you for a couple of seconds and he slides down, doing the same movements back and forth. He thrusts into you, your pussy gushing around his thick cock, covering it in your cream.

Your insides are pushing in and out as he's pounding into you, making room for his dick. Wet sounds come out of your cunt each time he pushes in forcefully, leaving no time for you to adjust to the pace of his hips. You feel full like you never did before and you doubt you will ever be able to recover from that.

Hoseok's palms slip under your pyjama top, kneading your breasts between them, your flesh spilling out due to their large size. He plays with your nipples, pinching them between his thumb and index finger. They harden quickly, becoming two perky buds under his warm and big hands. Your stomach clenches as he messes with your boobs, sending millions of tingles through your body.

Your legs tremble as keeping them up makes them sore, your blood not circulating to the extremity of your feet. You whine again, being handled in such a rough way is not doing you any favours. "Daddy, plea-please... It hurts." You complain to the man pumping in and out of you relentlessly, as if he'll never be tired of it.

"Where...?" He asks between two pants, holding tightly your hips to hit deep into you, brushing perfectly your sweet spot.

"Everywhere! It hurts- It... Stop..." Pearls run down your cheeks, wetting your eyelashes, making them stick together. Your eyes are red by the dint of crying fat tears, making you look so pretty and even more fuckable to Yoongi.

Pain isn't pleasurable to you, but it is for your brothers and Seokjin. Especially when you suffer under Yoongi's larger body and are trapped between the legs of Hoseok.

"Don't lie to me, kitten." Yoongi scolds you, your ass jiggling from his harsh and deep thrusts. "You're soaking wet... Nothing's holding me back from ruining your little pussy." His cock is entering your hole so smoothly since your wetness lubricates his length completely and it's now totally easy to penetrate you.

But even if you weren't wet enough, there would be truly nothing holding him back.

"Just lay your legs down on the bed, sweetheart. Relax your body." Seokjin's voice gets through your ears and you glimpse in his direction, seeing him manspreading on your desk chair, comfortably watching the show playing before him.

You do as he told you, tensing down your legs and arms. Your tears have stopped, the knot at the pit of your stomach tightening. Pleasure slowly but surely takes the pain over. Your legs hang loosely over Yoongi's thighs and Hoseok's expert fingers circling your nipples make you mewl.

Just as the situation becomes more bearable, Jungkook stumbles in your bedroom and you tense up again despite Seokjin's advice. The youngest is followed by Namjoon, a face that makes you shudder with all your being. His eyes find yours instantly and you feel butterflies in your belly, flapping their wings happily.

Normally, you would have hugged him. That's always what you do when you're feeling overwhelmed or just in need of affection. Even though Hoseok's touch is soft and gentle, Yoongi pounding into you is the opposite.

"Namjoonie..." You call his name directly when he enters the room, Jungkook trying to overstep him, but he keeps the boy behind him to not startle you. "Please, make it stop..."

Namjoon smiles, showing his adorable dimples that usually makes you smile, too. "Princess, don't you understand?" He coos at you, walking toward you with his hands in his pockets. "The more you cry, the more it's difficult for us to stop..." You're cute when you're afraid, Namjoon thinks. The little pout on your face and your furrowed eyebrows, so pretty.

Jungkook steps beside Namjoon and observes the scene in front of him in awe, watching how Yoongi's dick slips in and out of you and how Hoseok's hands fumble your tits.

Namjoon doesn't let him get closer, though. "Kook, you're here to watch." The boy pouts, looking at you with a saddened expression. He would like to touch you, but he can't. He backs away, walking to the pouf placed in the corner of your room. He sits down on the furniture, leaning his elbows against his knees.

Yoongi fastens the cadence of his hips, gripping your hips tighter, shoving you against his dick so you don't slip away. His orgasm is close, he can feel his cock twitching in the warmth of your pussy. His tip leaks lots of pre-cum, his own fluid mixing with your arousal and cum.

"Fucking fuck." He grits his teeth and he snaps his hips hard against yours, sounds of skin slapping echoing in the small enclosure that is your bedroom. You cry and whimper, looking like an absolute mess. You're being fucked mercilessly for the only purpose of satisfying the sexual needs of your brothers.

Yoongi throws his head back and Hoseok has to stop playing with your boobs to hold you higher against him. Both of his arms go under yours, locking them over your chest. Namjoon watches quietly, his cock hardening in his briefs.

On the other hand, Jungkook is already sporting a boner, his dick hard since he got here. He palms himself over his jeans, salivating at the pornographic scene taking place in front of his eyes. Seokjin is rather more reserved than the youngest, watching like it's only a movie. He doesn't miss any one of your expressions, catching all of your moans, memorizing them in his mind to jerk himself off to the image of you after this.

"Shit, I'm gonna stuff you full of my cum, kitten." He grunts, his bangs dangling in front of his eyes, wet from his sweat. The room is filled in testosterones, the smell of sex strong, erasing all the thoughts in your head.

Even though everything around you is fuzzy, your brain processes Yoongi's words. When you realize the implication of them, you hasten to tell your brother that he can't release himself in you. "No, no-!" You manage to raise your voice enough for them to hear you. "I'm- I'm not on any contraceptive."

Yoongi halts in you, looking particularly pissed, but you have a good reason for him to not cum in you. He won't lie, the risk of you getting pregnant turns him on. The thought of you carrying his babies while everyone knows your step-brother fucked them into you drives him crazy, possessiveness creeping into him.

"I thought you took the pill." Namjoon says and it's not a question, you know it just by the tone of his voice. It's more of an accusation, and if it turns out to be true, meaning that you lied, you're getting in trouble.

But you're not lying. You don't even think you're in the capacity of it right now.

"I did... I did, but I stopped." You breathe out, feeling the skin of your cheeks pulling because of the dried tears on them. Your eyes flutter shut, tiredness taking over you, but Hoseok caressing your belly gives you the energy to speak again. "The side effects were too harsh on me. Please, don't..." You beg Yoongi and you feel relieved when you recognize compassion passing through his eyes.

"Get on all fours, then." He pulls out of you, his fat cock bouncing up and hitting his stomach, staining his t-shirt in your juices. He doesn't care, impatiently looking at you rolling over on your stomach, elevating yourself on your knees and tied hands.

Your ass presented to him, Yoongi can't help but spank it harshly, making your flesh jiggle. You whine in pain at the hit, every part of your body aching, feeling sore.

You turn around, finally facing your brother who's still on his knees, his cock in his right hand. You sense Hoseok moving behind you as the mattress dips from the weight of his body. You get a glimpse of Jungkook and you're not surprised to see him stroking himself, his mushroom head glistening in his pre-cum. His bottom lip is stuck between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed as he literally fucks you with his eyes.

Yoongi takes a handful of your hair, collecting it in a ponytail to pull on it. He levels your face with his crotch, his pulsating erection standing tall before your eyes. You're not specifically sure if it's going to fit in, considering the fact that it pained you a lot to take him in your pussy at the beginning. Either way, you don't have a choice, so you obediently open your mouth, your swollen lips parting to welcome Yoongi's fat cock.

"Good girl." He groans, directing his erect penis into your mouth. His heavy length weighs on your tongue and you inevitably choke around it, which pleases everyone around you.

A large palm lands on one of your ass cheeks, cool metal stinging your already bruised skin. You flinch from the smack, scrunching your eyes shut and involuntarily taking more of your brother's shaft in your mouth. You assume it's Hoseok who just slapped you, feeling the chunks of his rings brushing against your ass, soothing the aching area after.

"Suck my cock like the slut you are... yeah, like that." Yoongi controls the movements by pulling on your hair, bouncing your head up and down on his dick. "There we go..." He praises, but also calls you dirty names, which makes your poor little brain confused. Nonetheless, you let yourself be manhandled by him.

Meanwhile, Hoseok settles down behind you on his knees, placing his hands on your hips to direct them against his bulge. It's very painful by now, his cock having been constricted in its confines for endless minutes. You try as best as you can to steady yourself on your hands that are still tied together by Yoongi's belt.

Your messy cunt soaks the material of his trousers, drawing a beautiful wet patch over his hard-on. He pinches his zipper between his thumb and index finger, pulling his fly down and then unbuttoning his pants. You shiver at the sound, anticipating Hoseok's next move.

Then, his head presses against your entrance, making you moan around Yoongi. Drool is dripping down your chin, exactly like when Hoseok had your mouth stuffed full of his fingers. Yoongi uses you as he pleases, grunting and hissing as he feels his high approaching. He flexes his abs, looking down at his dick disappearing between your lips and reappearing as he guides you over his thick erection.

He hits the back of your throat and stays still, making you gag grotesquely. Tears are prickling at the corners of your eyes, feeling them burning from the lack of air entering your lungs. "Ah, shit, I'm cumming." He announces and his cock twitches several times against your tongue, releasing himself inside your throat.

It's when Yoongi shoots his hot cum in your mouth that you feel Hoseok's dick pushing in your insides, your pussy quivering from the sudden intrusion.

You swallow Yoongi's cum a little by instinct because you know that's what he expected from you. He pats your cheek, letting you know he enjoyed himself. You want to smile, but refrain yourself as you think it would be weird to. After all, they're forcing themselves on you, aren't they?

He withdraws his softening cock out of your mouth, letting it fall down with a strand of your saliva sticking to it. You clear your throat, eagerly breathing through your nose. He leans down to give you a chaste kiss on the lips, zipping his pants back up. He rapidly unties your wrists, taking his belt back around his waist. That's how he leaves you there, getting fucked from behind by Hoseok.

His place is rapidly taken by Namjoon and you look up at the man in awe, understanding that he's not there to give you the hug you wanted earlier.

Hoseok's lazily thrusting up in you, as if to enjoy every second of it, to savour the tightness that your pussy offers him. Your velvety walls keep sucking him in, contracting around his cock repeatedly. He can't help but moan at that, the pleasure being so delicious he wonders if he will be able to detach himself from you eventually.

You whine as he snaps his hips against your ass, going as deep as possible inside of you. He wants you to enjoy it as well, sliding up ever so slowly and kneading your butt between his big palms. It makes you think that your stepbrother has been waiting for this moment for a very long time. It takes everything in him to not shove your face against the mattress and plunge his dick so brutally in you you won't be able to walk for a week.

But Hoseok knows better than to act like an animal...

"Let me see those beautiful tits, princess." Namjoon whispers to you, reaching the end of your flimsy tank-top and pulling on it.

You attempt to keep it on by straightening your arm to the side, but Namjoon pushes it away, not caring a second about your reluctance. Maybe if you kept it on a part of you would still have its dignity, a little bit of pureness, but nothing can be saved at this point.

Namjoon discards your top on your bedroom's floor, joining your panties and shorts. Your boobs out, at the mercy of everyone's eyes, you shiver as your brother puts his index finger under your chin, raising your head up so you can look at him in the eyes.

"Are we not taking good care of you, sweetheart?" When his father told him to be kind, he was surely not thinking about that, but every brother has his own definition of kindness. He pulls on your bottom lip with his thumb, smiling when you nod, completely wrecked by your stepbrothers' ruthless cocks. "Yeah, of course we are..." He passes his fingers gently through your hair and you would have pureed if you were a cat.

He pulls out his cock without any further word, proudly revealing to you his imposing length. Not as big as Yoongi, but still enough to potentially make your jaw ache.

"Say 'ah'." He flashes you a smile, one that makes you uncomfortably shudder. He grips the back of your head with his fist, tightly holding your hair in an improvised ponytail.

You execute yourself, opening your mouth to the maximum. "Aaah." You hear him chuckle as you say the onomatopoeia in addition to doing what he told you to.

He pushes your head toward his crotch, guiding your wide open mouth over his leaking tip. You're forced to swallow his entire cock at once, which makes you gag and drool all over yourself. Namjoon sounds very pleased as he moans and grunts, his hooded eyes focused on your beautiful lips wrapped around his pulsating cock.

You're being used until both of your holes are sore, feeling the pain through your guts. Namjoon fucks your face like you're nothing but a flesh light, a little toy that he can play with whenever he feels like it. Hoseok's going quicker, dropping the idea of elongating the pleasure.

Jungkook fucks his fists harshly, jerking off and edging himself until his tip is all red. He doesn't want to cum too soon, he wants to engrave this moment in his mind forever, but his cock is so painful, he has to touch to release the pain a little bit.

"Shit!" Namjoon grunts, keeping your head still over his erection, your nose pressed up against his pelvis. "You're a fucking whore, I can't believe you're letting us do that to you..." He pulls himself out of your mouth, making you gasp for air, your chin and boobs all covered in your spit.

Namjoon hurriedly strokes his cock over your face, his hand smoothly running up and down his length as his dick is entirely lubed in your saliva. Your eyelids flutter by reflex as he shoots his white cum on your face, strands of his seeds landing on your cheeks and lips. He hums appreciatively, watching his cum slowly rolling down your skin. You feel extremely dirty, but you're also gladly letting yourself be marked by them.

At the same moment, Hoseok slips out of you and you fall over, your pussy clenching desperately from the emptiness he left you in. You hear him releasing himself on your cunt, covering it in his cum as well. You feel the hotness of his seeds on your femininity, dripping down your inner thighs.

"Oh, fuck!" Jungkook suddenly exclaims, standing up rapidly with his cock in his hand. "Please, I have to!" As Namjoon is getting out of the bed, stuffing himself back in his pants, the youngest arrives just in front of you.

You whimper as he takes a handful of your hair, lifting your head up from the mattress. You tiredly watch him jerk himself off with his tattooed hand and he's next to leave his mark on you, covering your skin in another coat of cum. He sweetly whines when his release lands on you, something he's been dreaming of since the day he met you.

When you're of no use anymore, Jungkook lets go of your hair, making you fall down on your bed. Your body is aching everywhere and you don't try to move, knowing that you won't be able to even get up on your feet.

But then a gentle hand caresses your head and you notice Seokjin, smiling gratefully. He says nothing, but you understand he's thanking you or praises you, whatever fits your mind at the moment.

You fall asleep soon enough after all of this, barely sensing Namjoon picking you up and taking you to the bathroom. You remember him running a bath, carefully putting you in, undressing himself and joining you after. He cleaned you, softly rubbed the lofa on your sweaty skin.

You also remember saying goodbye to Yoongi and Hoseok, kissing their cheeks and giving them a hug. They went back home after spending time with their bratty but adorable sister. Namjoon slept with you in his bed because your bed sheets are currently soiled, but he said he would put them in the washing machine tomorrow.

Tonight, you created an unforgettable memory with your stepbrothers.

#namjoon smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #poly bts #oneshot

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canyonlibra · 1 year

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producers!yoonmin x assistant!reader, fem!reader, bi!yoonmin

genre: smut with some plot, slight fluff

summary: There’s no telling just how long you’d been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain

warnings: swearing, slight arguing/playful name calling, mentions of alcohol consumption but no one is drunk, dom!yoonmin x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don’t do it), they’re kind of in a situationship, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, spanking, choking, penetrative sex, some mxm, cum eating, big dick behavior and practice from both of them, hinting at feelings

a/n: this is mature content so if you are under 18 years old or uncomfortable with this, please do not go below the cut! I also do not proofread of edit my work so there may be some typos, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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#yoongi smut #jimin smut #oneshot #poly bts

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canyonlibra · 1 year

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Love Bites | JJK | ONESHOT

MAIN MASTERLIST

Pair: Idol Jeon Jungkook x Bunny Hybrid Reader

Summary: Jungkook never wanted a hybrid for himself. Not only was it too much responsibility, being the golden maknae of BTS didn’t allow him much time to care for another being that would need him for almost everything. But then his friends gifted him a bunny for his birthday, as nothing but a joke, and he found himself getting attached to you rather quickly. Jungkook had the option of sending you back to the breeders you came from, but he just couldn’t bring himself to separate from you. Now, years later, you follow him everywhere and Jungkook finds himself falling for you more and more everyday.

Genre: Oneshot (with two parts lol), fluff, angst if you squint, smut, idol au, hybrid au.

Warnings: Porn with plot. In honor of easter…. why not fuck a bunny (sorry, not sorry). Jealous Kook, possessiveness, fingering, oral (f and m), daddy kink, daddy/little girl undertones, Dom Kook, shameless smut, multiple orgasms, Bunny reader has a biting problem (is it a problem, though?)

WC: 8.3K

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It started out as a joke, really. A funny prank from his 97 liner friends at Jungkook’s twenty-third birthday.

What could be better to give to a man known for his bunny smile and scrunchy nose than a bunny hybrid? At the time, Jungkook would argue, a lot of things. An expensive watch. A new guitar. A voucher to boxing lessons. Anything, really.

Yet the assholes that he called friends, thought it would be the gag of the year to show up at his newly acquired apartment with you.

Jungkook wasn't a stranger to hybrids, really, his brother owned a house cat that was just too cute and purred loudly when cuddled. He never had one himself, nor did he really want one at that point in his life, especially not when BTS was only climbing up higher and higher on their ladder of success.

And, to be fair, Yugyeon, Bambam and Mingyu, didn't really expect him to keep you either, not having finalized the adoption papers, but convincing the owners of the breeding facility they found you at to let them take you for a –as they so disgustingly called– test drive.

An adaptation week where Jungkook could do whatever the hell he wanted with you and send you back with no strings attached. The boy didn't know what his friends had in mind, what they thought he'd use you for; despite knowing very well about the whole underground market involving illegal activities and hybrids. He was yet to find out just how popular bunny hybrids were in that segment.

When one week turned into two, the members started to worry. 'You can't even take care of yourself, Kook, how do you think you'll be able to take care of a hybrid?' He heard from Namjoon. 'You can't have a baby, you are a baby!' Jimin teased. 'Kookah, you know if you do this, she's yours forever? You can't just think about yourself here, how will she feel about you being gone all the time?' Hoseok had argued. 'What if people find out about her? Dispatch would have a field day with it. This is not just about you, we are a group.' Taehyung was concerned.

The thing about Jungkook, however, was that the more people thought he couldn't do something, the more he needed to prove them wrong. So all he heard from his hyungs was part of the reason why he decided to keep you. The other half of it... Jungkook was obsessed with you.

You were a Mini Lop Rabbit breed, with droopy, soft, ash gray ears that stood out from your natural hair color, the cutest fucking nose, pretty and plump lips, and tiny little fluffy tail on your back. Being of a teacup kind, you were short and small.

Back then Jungkook didn't have all his muscles yet, nor had he reached his final height it seemed, and he already looked like a giant next to you. You were still to come out of your shy shell back then, too, before turning into the energetic ball of playfulness he knew you as today, but it was enough for him to be smitten.

You were the push he needed to get some responsibility and goals for his life. For the past nine years, he had been babied by his bandmates, management, and the fandom. He was done being seen like a baby, he wanted someone he could care for, someone that would depend on him.

And you needed Jungkook for everything, at least when it came to paperwork and at the eyes of the laws and regulations involving the ownership of hybrids. Jungkook really didn't like that term, ownership, as he saw you as a companion, an equal. But with time he learned all about permits and collars and how you would never be allowed to walk the streets without being with someone; either with him or anyone he trusted enough to let care for you.

Not that you minded, really. You always assured him you'd be too scared to venture out on your own, as one of the traits of your hybrid nature was to be scared easily. Loud noises made you jump, crowded places made you uncomfortable.

It's been two years and keeping you was still one of the best decisions he ever made.

That's not to say everything was always rainbows and butterflies all the time, as you both had your challenges along the way.

Being a first time hybrid owner meant that Jungkook was still learning how to properly care for you. After the first six months under his care, you grew sick and had to be rushed to the hospital with a stomach ache that just wouldn't go away. He learned then that, even though rabbits weren't necessarily picky eaters –really, you would eat anything– that was the main reason why he had to watch out for your diet. Processed food just wouldn't do.

Jungkook called Seokjin hyung for help and learned how to cook.

Your specific breed was the social kind, your adoption papers did state you lived better in pairs. But getting a second hybrid to keep you company was out of question, so he hoped living with him would be enough. And, for a while, it was.

But then the rehearsals for tour started and he was barely home. Jungkook still had a caretaker come stay with you during the day, making sure you had your meals at the right time and had enough enrichment so you wouldn't chew on the furniture out of stress, but he soon realized it wasn't working.

You couldn't bond with the caretakers, not in the way you bonded with him. You grew quiet and sad. You stopped eating. So Jungkook started bringing you to work with him, fearing the nagging he would get from his members and management, but caring about your wellbeing more.

He was surprised, however, as you seemed to win everyone over with your sweet smiles and witty remarks. While Jungkook had to work you'd sit quietly and watch him; ears twitching with the songs you liked and eyes following his every move.

His members changed their mind about you after that. 'It's nice to see how much you grew, Kook' Namjoon told him one day. 'I can see why you like her so much' Yoongi had agreed.

A week later, you had a passport issued and all of the permits you needed to travel internationally.

That's when the scandal broke.

A worker from the private plane company they hired to fly them to Japan illegally logged into the system of the company to gather personal information on the members; most likely phone numbers and addresses they could sell to sasaengs.

It wouldn't be the first time their information leaked in such a way, but what the worker found out about was the fact that Bangtan Sonyeondan was traveling with a hybrid. Koreaboo bought the story on sight, and before they even landed, it was already spreading like wildfire.

ARMY had mixed opinions between being proud that they were supporting hybrid rights and doing their part to normalize the whole thing, and being disappointed that Jungkook of all people was getting mixed up with owning hybrids.

Because, of course, they linked a bunny hybrid to the bunny man. And Jungkook was quick to express how upset he was on Weverse, for the lack of privacy and respect. He didn't hide you for a second, posting pictures of the two of you and telling ARMY he couldn't wait for them to meet you.

That's when he started sharing little things about your life together; like how he brushed your hair and your ears every night, how he played with you, how you did facemasks together. Jungkook even posted a small video of you sleeping with your head on his lap one time, making the sweetest little noises. ARMY cooed, but you pouted when you found out, trying to be mad at him for it.

Jungkook couldn't remember just how many countries you've visited together, nor how many adventures you shared. But life was definitely better with you by his side.

This time around, Jungkook’s job had led you to Los Angeles, for a series of PTD On Stage concerts at the SOFI stadium. He had just gotten back to the hotel after having dinner with some producers and an American artist to talk about a possible future solo collaboration. It was the kind of dinner that he couldn’t bring you along, and it would just bore you out of your mind. Instead, Jungkook had left you under the care of Taehyung and Jimin, getting constant texts throughout the night to let him know you were having fun, you ate only vegetables –and maybe a spoon of ice cream–.

He didn't need to knock at the hyungs’ door, as their keycard usually granted access to each other's rooms. Jungkook was quiet with the way he pushed the door open and walked into the room, finding you sandwiched between Tae and Jimin in a pile of tangled limbs.

“I see I'm not being missed around here." Jungkook spoke by the foot of the unoccupied bed, arms crossed on his chest.

At some point in the past, this scene, you cuddling his members, would have bothered him. But that was before he came to accept his own feelings toward you.

"Kook!" your head snapped in the direction of his voice, untangling yourself from the two other boys who tried to hold you there just to make you squirm away. "I missed you!"

"Yeah, bun?" he asked you with a smile as you threw yourself into his arms, hugging him by the middle of his torso. You nodded with your face on his chest, rubbing your cheek against him in a soft scenting.

"Did you have fun with the hyungs?" he asked you with arms wrapped around your tiny frame, having to bend his neck to kiss the top of your head.

"A lot of fun!" you nodded in response and looked at the two other men sitting up on the bed.

"See? She's in one piece, you had nothing to worry about." Jimin pointed out with a playful roll of his tiny eyes.

"We'll see." Jungkook squinted his eyes at the hyung, but his smile was grateful. "What did you do while I was gone?"

"We just played–"

"We watched The Blair Witch!" you spilled, interrupting Taehyung’s lie.

"You let her watch a horror movie before bed?!" Jungkook hissed to the two of them, Jimin’s mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with a good excuse.

Taehyung only said: "She wanted to! And she was pouting, you know we can't say no to her!"

However justified those reasons were, they should have known better. You weren't a child, and you could decide for yourself what you wanted to watch, but Jungkook knew you. As soon as he turned the lights off tonight, you’d get scared and start whining.

"It was fun! Taetae was more scared than I was." you giggled, proud of yourself. "Then we watched Sakura Cardcaptor and I'm not scared anymore."

"Okay, baby." Jungkook sighed, touching the side of your face fondly. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yup!" you chirped.

"Go say goodbye, then."

You unwrapped your arms from Jungkook to rush back to the bed and kiss both men on the cheek, making sure to confirm whatever plans you had made with them. Something about going to Disneyland before the trip was over, which made Jungkook laugh to himself.

His fingers slipped between yours as he led you out of Taehyung’s bedroom and into your shared one, just on the other side of the wall.

The bedroom had one double bed and a mattress on the floor by the window, as hotel regulations when it came to hybrids in America were still a little weird. Jungkook had told you the mattress was for your luggages, so they wouldn’t get scratched on the floor, and you innocently believed him.

Back at home, you had your own bedroom, your own space and your own things, but whenever you came on the road with him like this, you were more than used to sharing a bed. Even back home, you ended up sneaking into his room in the middle of the night more often than not.

“Can you wait for me while I shower?” Jungkook was asking as he kicked his boots from his feet at the door.

“Of course.” you nodded, making your bunny ears swish. “You stink.”

Jungkook’s whine sounded like a dragged out ‘uuuh’, making you giggle. “I don’t stink! You stink.”

“No, I don’t–” you squealed as his arms wrapped around your middle and he lifted you from the floor, enough so that his face could hide in your neck to cause more yelps to come out of you. “Stoooop, you smell like other people!”

“Okay, okay, I'll wash them off.” Jungkook chuckled as he put you back down.

Being half hybrid meant your sense of smell was a lot more developed than his own. You could smell whenever people had gotten too close to him and it got him in trouble before.

Last time he went to a club –after having been convinced by Mingyu that he had become a recluse ever since getting you, so he should come out with them like old times– he came back home smelling like anyone but himself. It was safe to say you were highly upset, particularly as you could smell another woman on him.

Jungkook watched you with the fondest smile as you, quite literally, hopped away from him and plopped onto the bed. Jungkook picked up his sleeping clothes that were already folded and waiting for him at the foot of the bed and locked himself in the decently sized hotel bathroom; with nothing but thoughts of you.

It was hard being away from you sometimes. You weren’t the only one to need him close, as he always felt a pull toward you whenever you were parted for too long. He grew anxious when meetings lasted too long, day trips for work –where bringing you along would be more trouble than it was worth for the two of you– were a living hell.

Sejin once called you his emotional support bunny, which wasn’t so far off, but you were so much more than that. You were Jungkook’s best friend, his tiny life companion, his reason to get out of bed every morning.

Jungkook never liked strong scents in the first place and, ever since getting you, he opted for unscented body wash and hair products, just to make sure nothing would bother your sensitive nose, and so that you’d be free to cover him with your own.

“Hey, bun.” he greeted you once more as he got back to the bedroom, sleep shorts around his hips and no shirt on, towel drying his hair. You were laying against the pillows, your phone in your hand, eyes glued to the screen as you nibbled on your nail. “Baby?”

Your body jolted lightly, as if you hadn’t heard him the first time. Jungkook was more than used to your jumpy nature, but you had been so much better around him. His voice was supposed to bring you comfort, not startle you.

He crossed the room, dropping the towel at the back of a chair on the way, and sat on the edge of the bed near you.

“What’s gotten you so focused on your phone, hm?” he probed, hand reaching to rub up and down your thigh.

“Was just talking to Taetae.” you told him and it made Jungkook’s stomach turn uncomfortably. You were just with his member for the past few hours and you were already texting him, when Jungkook was right here. “He sent me a link… Did you know the movie was based on a true story?!”

“What movie?”

“The witch movie! Look, Kook.” you turned your phone toward him, letting him see the low budget website with bad graphics and even worse translations. “She’s real!”

“The witch is not real, baby.” he laughed softly, taking your phone from your hand, already guessing the post-horror-movie-fear was starting to settle. “How about no more internet before bed, hm?”

“Do we have to sleep now?” you agreed with him locking your phone and placing it on the nightstand beside you, but reached for his arm to stop him from turning the lamp off.

“Aren’t you sleepy?”

“No.” you shook your head, round eyes telling him there was more to it. “Maybe– uhm. Can you turn on the mood lamp?”

“Of course.” he smiled and brought your hand up to his lips to kiss. “Wanna pick a playlist?”

You were nodding as he got up from the bed to set up the Mikrokosmos Mood Lamp, fetching for his phone that he left somewhere in the bathroom and tossing it to you for you to pick whatever songs you were in the mood for. As you went through his Spotify –your shared account, at this point–, he turned on the lamp to the settings you usually relaxed the most with.

Ever since you were brought into his life a few years ago, Jungkook learned you didn’t do well with completely dark spaces. Your sensitive eyes didn’t do well with bright lighting during the night either, much preferring to have night lights on at all times.

He wouldn’t admit it to management, but Jungkook had you in mind when he created one of his objects for the BTS Artist Made Collection. The mood lamp he created was catered to your likings, your favorite colors, the intensity and setting you loved. He made it for you, and it was something you enjoyed together almost every night. You both loved it so much that he always brought it along on trips.

The room was covered in pink, blue and purple hues with little dots that made him think of stars. Jungkook positioned the lamp away from the bed, on top of the closest table, and turned off the main lights of the room, looking at you to make sure you were okay with the new darkness.

When you finally picked a list of songs, the bluetooth sound speaker connected and started playing Ghost by Justin Bieber; which was an artist that he liked and you started to blend both of your music tastes into one.

You put his phone next to yours on the bedside table and sat on your feet in the middle of the bed. You just looked so soft and pretty, fighting off the sleep you were clearly feeling, wearing one of his black shirts that fit you like a dress.

“Can we cuddle?” you were asking him with grabby hands and Jungkook offered you his hand for you to pull him to the bed.

“Do I ever say no to you?” he chuckled as he tumbled to the bed, crawling all the way to the little nest of pillows by the headboard you created.

“No, because you love me.” you giggled.

If only you knew how truthful that statement was.

Jungkook settled comfortably in the middle of the bed, upper body propped up by the pillows. A second later you were climbing him up to settle on his chest. This was your favorite position to cuddle; on top of him, a leg on either side of him, arms wrapped around him, chin on his chest. Sometimes you’d move so close that you’d go a little cross eyed as you tried to look at his face.

“Did you have a good dinner?” you asked him softly, reaching for his right hand to bring it to your face.

“Mhm, it was very productive.” Jungkook smiled as his heart skipped a beat as you took his pointer finger and brought it to your mouth to nibble on.

That was a dead giveaway of how relaxed you were becoming, as the more tired you were, and the more at ease you got, the more the instincts of your animal side surfaced. For a long time you were shy about your nibbling and biting tendencies, he knew you had been ostracized for it in the past. But now you did it freely, knowing Jungkook would never judge you for it.

“Can we go to Disneyland?” you were asking again, blunt teeth pressing against his finger. “They have hybrid days once a week, so I’m allowed in.”

“We can try.” Jungkook hated saying no to you, but with the short time they had in America and with how packed their schedules were, he couldn’t quite promise you in advance. “We’re going to the beach tomorrow to watch the sunset with Jiminie hyung and Hobi hyung. That’s gonna be fun, right?”

“I guess.” you shrugged, the finger in your mouth not allowing you to pout, but Jungkook knew it was coming. “Taetae said he’d take me, if you couldn’t.”

“Did he, now?”

Jungkook’s smile dropped a bit, because he didn’t understand what was going on. Taehyung had been the last of the members to agree with Jungkook officially taking you in, but lately he had been clinging to you. Asking to look after you whenever he was busy, having you sit on his lap during breakfast, texting you when he knew you were with Jungkook.

And now Taehyung had promised to take you to a theme park, where there was noise and a lot of people around; not to mention, Jungkook’s schedule was the same as his. So if Jungkook would be too busy to take you to the park, so would be Taehyung. But of course Jungkook would have to be the one to explain that to you. He’d be the bad guy, not Tae.

“Baby–” Jungkook’s words were interrupted as he hissed because you bit his finger a little too harshly. “Hey, not the back teeth.”

“Sorry, Kook.” you giggled, not sorry at all as you let go of his finger as you went after something else to bite. You started with kisses on his chest, crawling up his body to hide your face in his neck. “Can I go to the concert with you on the weekend, then?”

“Of course, bun, I already thought you would.” he tipped his head to the side to give you more space to kiss at his neck, both of his hands caressing up and down your naked thighs and settling on your hips. “If ARMY knows you’re coming, they’ll bring you gifts.”

“Yay!” you chirped softly, nosing at his neck.

Jungkook laughed as all his worries seemed to melt away the more you licked, kissed and nibbled against the skin of his neck. Your little fluffy tail was wagging away under the long fabric of his shirt as you lightly squirmed on top of him. He could tell you were getting into one of your moods, and Jungkook let you.

When you took his earlobe into your mouth, sucking on it softly, little noises that sounded like a purr coming from your chest, Jungkook couldn’t help the sound that left his own lips, or how his hands squeezed you against him just a little tighter. You hummed in response, moving your body upwards a little more so you could properly reach his face, making his hands slip to your ass cheeks.

Your lips met his jaw as you peppered kisses over his skin, taking his bottom lip into your mouth. You suckled on it with little noises, teeth dragging over it as you played with his lip ring. Jungkook had to hold himself back from not losing his mind as you rocked your hips back and forth, dragging your core over his crotch.

Jungkook could feel himself growing harder inside his sleep shorts, most likely beginning to tent the cotton material the more you rocked yourself on top of him, the more you moaned quietly.

When you finally let go of his lip, he looked at you to find blown out pupils on glossy eyes, parted lips and heavy lids.

“My bunny wants a kiss?” Jungkook asked you in that raspy tone that had you squirming.

Your whimper was answer enough, but you still replied: “Can we?”

“Come here.”

One of Jungkook’s hands dragged up your back, tracing your spine, until it rested on the back of your head to bring your face closer to his. Your eyes closed instantly as his warm breath touched your plump, red bitten lips. His lips pressed against yours and you sighed at the littlest touch. Jungkook could feel you tremble on top of him, body almost shaking as you pushed your ass into his hand.

Jungkook squeezed the flesh, hard, making you moan and part your lips so his tongue could slip inside your warm mouth. He kissed you slowly, dragging his tongue over yours, turning his head to add depth to it.

Something else about bunny hybrids that he wished someone had told him before… You were easily aroused. A horny little bunny, ready to submit to him at the slightest touch. More often than not, cuddle sessions like these took this exact turn and he’d end up with your cum on his lips sooner or later.

At the very beginning, when you were just getting to know each other, Jungkook worried about your advances. He didn’t want you to feel like he was taking advantage of your nature, he didn’t know if it was right to have sex with you.

So back then he bought you all kinds of toys that you could use in the privacy of your own room and find your own relief. Then you’d slip into his bed, smelling like sweet sin, and he’d get hard in the shower, stroking his cock and moaning your name. It was safe to say he felt guilty about it, for a very long time.

Nowadays it was normal.

You didn’t really kiss in front of his members, nor were the two of you openly intimate in any way, but his hyungs knew about it. Hell, he went to Yoongi the first time it happened, knowing the older rapper would tell him straight up if it was as wrong as he feared it was.

‘As long as you’re both consenting to it, I don’t see the problem. She is a grown woman, Kook’ the hyung had told him. At a later time, when he showed up to practice with a hickey on his neck, Namjoon had informed him of a very alarming fact he didn’t know about: ‘There’s a reason bunny hybrids often end up doing sex work.’

You were a virgin when he met you, and now he was proud to say he was the only one who would ever get to touch like this; until and if you stated otherwise.

“Kookie, please–” you moaned into his mouth, skin feeling hot to the touch, voice whiny and pliant.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your eagerness, planting his feet on the bed to raise his hips at an angle that would let you feel how hard he was underneath you. You moaned out, hands on his naked chest, arching your back and rolling your hips against him harder. Jungkook could feel you tremble on top of him each time the tip of his covered cock nudged your clit.

“What is it my bunny wants, hm?” he teased with a slap to your ass, making you squeal and swivel your hips a little faster. “Forgot your words already?”

“Want you.” you whined pitifully and Jungkook let his hips drop to the bed.

Jungkook sat up all the way, bringing you with him as you settled on his lap. The hand on your ass squeezed you again to get you to keep moving, teasing the both of you with the dragged movements of your cunt over his cock. The other arm was wrapped tightly around your back to keep you down and flush against him.

“You can have anything you want, babygirl.” he teased you as your hands held onto his neck. “You want my cock? Or my lips first?”

“Please eat me out.” you begged through a ragged breath, lips parted as your hips started to move a little faster, as if you were trying to get yourself off. “Want your pretty fingers, too–”

“Mmhmm, my bunny doesn’t just like to bite my fingers, but she likes to get fucked on them too?”

“Yes, yes–”

Your cries were interrupted as Jungkook flipped the two of you on the bed, mindful of your little tail as he laid you down on your back. You squealed and clinged to him, one of your hands slipping into his hair.

Jungkook leaned down to kiss your mouth, licking into it, sucking on your lips to make them shiny with his spit. You parted your legs for his hips to fit in between, body practically covered by his much larger one. He continued kissing down your jaw as your body writhed under his. Jungkook was looking at your face as he dragged his nose and lips against your chest, smelling himself on you, finding your hardened nipple over the fabric of his shirt.

You gently tugged on his hair, arching your back off the mattress as he licked around your covered bud, lips wrapping around it to suck sloppily and leave a wet spot on the shirt that would most likely sit uncomfortably cold against your hot skin.

“Let’s take this off, hm?”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” he cooed as your little nods made your floppy bunny ears move and almost hit you in the face.

Jungkook stood on his knees, between your legs, and dragged the material of the shirt up your body. He was a little surprised to find you wearing nothing but frilly white panties with a tiny pink bow mid-center. He hoped to everything out there that you had shorts underneath and only took them off while he was in the shower.

The last thing he’d want was to have you half naked while hanging out with his friends, especially since he found you in bed between the two of them.

The impatient rise and fall of your hips made Jungkook focus on his task at hand, which was to finish pulling the shirt all the way off of you.

“My pretty girl.” he sighed once you were almost completely bare to him.

The lights in the room were changing slowly, from blue to purple, to pink, blending and shifting, painting your skin and your traces, as if you were his very own galaxy. He couldn’t even pay attention to what song was even playing in the background anymore, much too drunk on the sights of you.

You held your own breasts, much too big for your tiny hands, but just perfect for his. You were all perfect for him. Jungkook leaned over you once more, licking around and sucking on your other nipple, making sure to drag his teeth over it to make you moan and pull on his hair again. You were always so sensitive for him, it was one of his favorite things about you.

He continued the trail down your body, all lips and teeth as he pushed your legs apart to lay in between them. Not only were your panties absolutely ruined, so wet your slick was seeping through the light fabric, the tops of your thighs were glistening.

“So fucking wet, baby.” he mused, body propped up by his elbows, the tip of his finger touching the middle of your soaked underwear. “How long have you been this horny for, hm?”

“Been wanting you all night.” you admitted, moving your hips again to feel more of his finger. “Been thinking about you, Kook…”

“What were you thinking, hm?” his lips brushed the inside of your thigh, already tasting your slick, letting his tongue draw patterns as it collected your mess.

“Was thinking ‘bout you fucking me–” you sighed shakily as his mouth moved closer and closer to your cunt. With your last words, Jungkook’s stomach dropped at once. “Taetae offered to take care of me–”

“He did what?” Jungkook knew he sounded serious, which made your eyes widen, scared you might have said something wrong. To distract you and get you talking, his voice softened, and his finger pressed down against your clit. “You can tell me, baby. What did Taetae say to you?”

“Said I can stay at his apartment s-so we can have a sleepover–” you were telling him through little mewls, getting lost in the pressing of his finger over your underwear. “So I can play with Tannie.”

“Is that so?” he probed, slipping a finger through the side of your panties to touch you freely. You squirmed and hissed and his digit slipped right between your soaking folds. “What did Jiminie say about that? Wasn’t he jealous for not being invited to the sleepover, too?”

You shook your head, hands grabbing onto the sheets underneath you as you moved your hips up and down against his finger, chasing that high. “Jiminie wasn’t in the room–”

“Did he leave you alone with Taetae?” Jungkook was seeing red, but he didn’t want to let it show.

“Just for a little bit.” you shrugged, eyes closing shut and biting your bottom lip hard.

Jungkook was a jealous person by nature. Ever since they debuted, what was his was his. He even had a fight over a fruit basket with Hoseok hyung because of that. And you were his. In every sense of the word. So for his best friend to be coming onto you like that made him more than a little mad. You were much too sweet and too innocent to understand the real intentions of the man, but Jungkook could see it clearly.

He didn’t think his member would ever touch you without your consent, or do anything to break your trust, his trust, but that was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. Not with you.

“You know you’re my bunny, right?” Jungkook lifted his body a little more, grinning wolfishly at the whine you let out when his finger left you. He hooked it under the elastic band of your underwear to pull it off the rest of the way. “And no one else can see you like this?”

“Yes, Kookie, just wanna be yours–” you spread your legs again, once the last piece of fabric covering you was taken away.

“Good.” he groaned, eyes lowered and stuck to your pussy; all glistening, lips puffy and clit swollen. “No one would ever fuck you like I can, baby.”

Your agreement was cut short as his open mouth covered your pussy, tongue pushing between your folds harshly. You were so fucking wet he had to gulp down and swallow all you were giving him. Jungkook knew how to touch you, how to lick you. He knew how to drive you crazy enough to have you climbing up the walls and screaming his name.

Whenever you were in a public space like a hotel, with members on both side of your room, he’d remind you to keep quiet. To be his good girl and keep it down. But not tonight. Tonight he’d make you scream.

His tongue dragged up and down between your folds, hands slipping under your thighs to hoist them over his shoulders, keeping his face impossibly close to your clenching cunt. Jungkook never tasted and never smelled someone so sweet, to the point he could never fuck anybody else after he had you for the first time.

But that was okay. He was yours, just like you were his.

“Jungkookie–” you moaned, high pitched and lewd, hand reaching between your legs to take hold of his hair. “Fuck, fuck–”

Jungkook pulled his mouth from pussy to give it a harsh slap that made you jolt. He loved it when you cursed, a rare feature for you, but he also loved to tease you even more.

“What kind of language is that?” he asked, a little harshly, but all you did was melt. “Do good bunnies say bad words?”

“Maybe–” you squeezed his hair between your fingers, pulling him back towards your pussy. “Maybe I’m a bad bunny…”

“Too bad only good bunnies get to cum.”

Jungkook tskd, tongue snapping at the roof of his mouth. The pointer finger and the thumb of his right hand pushed your sticky folds apart, opening you up for him, so he could see you clench and pulse. He took your swollen pearl between the digits, pinching it softly, rubbing it back and forth, playing with the little hood to make you all the more sensitive.

“Daddy, please–!” you cried out. Actual tears wetting your cheeks making his cock throb painfully inside his shorts. So much so he had to press his hips against the mattress to reach any kind of relief. “I’m good! I’ll be good for you, please make me cum, please, I can’t take it anymore–”

“Such a sweet bunny when you beg.” he groaned, moving his fingers away from your clit, bringing the pointer and middle one to circle your entrance. “Let daddy hear you, yeah?”

Jungkook’s fingers plunged into your pussy, watching you stretch around them, walls sucking him in the more you clenched. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked. A mix of hard suction of his lips and swirling movements of his tongue, as his fingers pumped in and out of you, fingers rubbing your swollen sweet spot that he could feel perfectly inside your walls. Always enlarged and ready when you were like this.

It didn’t take two minutes of this before you were screaming and cumming all over his lips and fingers. Jungkook kept licking you and fingering you the more you squirmed, skin feeling hot and sticky, glistening with sweat as you trembled all over.

“So good, oh my god–” you whined, hand dropping from his hair as you didn’t have strength to even keep your legs upright anymore.

“Always taste so fucking sweet.” he cooed, gently placing your thighs back down. “My perfect little bunny, so good for daddy.”

“I love you, daddy.”

Jungkook’s heart threatened to leave his chest right then and there.

You’ve said that to him before, particularly during moments like these, where you were so lost in the pliant mindspace, so drunk in your orgasm, knowing that more were about to follow. So he knew you didn’t mean it like he wanted you to mean it.

But he took what he could get every time.

“I love you, too, bun.” he told you through an aching jaw and pulsating cock. Standing up with his knees on the mattress, he reached for both of your wrists, pulling you up onto a sitting position. “Come here, now.”

“Mhmm, is it my turn?” you batted your lashes as you looked up at him, eyes wet with your previous tears, long lashes sticking together making you look like the perfect little doll for him to ruin.

“Yes, baby–” Jungkook nodded, fishing his throbbing cock out of his shorts, pushing it down just below his ass and heavy balls, pumping it a couple of times for much needed comfort. You were licking your swollen lip as he said: “No teeth. No biting.”

“Awww.” you pouted with a frown.

Jungkook held your face by your chin to make you look up and dragged the tip of his cock all over your pout, tongue flicking his lip ring from one side to the other. Sam Smith and Kim Petras were singing in the background, but the only unholy thing in this room was the way you parted your lips to suck the enlarged, leaking tip into your small mouth.

“Fuck, that’s good–” he praised, head tipping forward, hand slipping to the back of your neck. “A little more, bun…”

You moaned softly as your tiny hand wrapped around his length, right at the base, fingers not closing all the way. Your lips and tongue were moving over his tip, head moving slightly up and down as you obeyed and pushed more of him into your mouth.

Jungkook was too big to ever fit all the way in, but you always tried your best, was always careful with your teeth, always had him unraveling under your touches.

Your tongue was moving and swirling around him inside your mouth, sucking your cheeks in, pushing him deeper until it tickled the back of your throat and you had to pull back.

“Big breath, baby.”

“You’re so big, daddy.” you held him to your mouth as you would an ice scream come, letting your tongue slip between your lips to bunny-lick at the sensitive head, the tip rubbing at the slit as your free hand cupped his balls.

“You like that daddy is big, don’t you, bun?” he chuckled, pride and something else filling his chest.

“Mhmm!”

You nodded quietly, mouth full of cock as you went down on him once more.

As much as he would love to cum all over your mouth, remembering how thankful you were whenever he did, all sweetness and bleary eyes, he wanted something else right now. With a firmer tug on the hair on the back of your neck, he pulled you off of him.

You were pouting again, a clear string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. Jungkook bent down to lick it away, free hand wrapping around his shaft again to pump it a few times as he kissed you. Your complaints were gone as you kissed him back, latching onto his bottom lip to suck and bite; almost hard enough to draw blood.

You had learned by now how much he liked the pain, and you loved to bite.

“Turn around, babygirl, present yourself to me.” he mumbled against his lips, moaning and groaning as the feel of his cock slipping inside his own hand with your spit started to feel too good. “Daddy wants to fuck his little bunny.”

You moved so fast he was scared you might grow dizzy. You were on your hands and knees for him, knees apart, as your upper body dropped. Few things in life were as pretty as the sight of you giving yourself to him like this; plump ass with a couple stretch lines from your last growth spurt, tiny tail flicking the little it could move, chest heaving in anticipation of what was to come.

Jungkook positioned himself behind you, hands dragging up your thighs, squeezing your ass, continuing up your back as he explored your curves. He pushed your hair and your ears off your pretty face so he could look at you, giving it a little tug to make you moan.

“I never get tired of looking at you like this, bun.” he praised, hands coming back down to hold you steady by the hips. “Look at this fucking ass, hm?”

“You like my ass, daddy?” you had the audacity to giggle as you moved your hips, making your cheeks jiggle.

You were asking for it, really, as one of his hands left your hips to give an ass cheek a spank. The noise was high enough to echo through the walls of the hotel room, your skin blossoming in colors that mixed with the ones coming from the mood lamp. You hissed and whined, but shook your ass again, asking for more.

You always wanted more, his greedy little bunny.

And he gave it to you every time, giving both ass cheeks a good spanking until you were sore and his palms were stinging. You kept on moaning and whimpering and it didn’t stop once he lined his cock with your entrance, both of you so wet that his tip slipped inside with the first push. You let out a gasp as he breached you, stretching you a lot more than his fingers had, but you never complained.

“More, please.” you whined, but when Jungkook didn’t more, you pushed back onto him yourself, like he knew you would.

“Greedy, greedy bunny.” he was watching you back down and down, slowly swallowing his cock with your cunt the more you pushed back. “Fucking yourself on daddy’s cock.”

“Mhm, so full–!” you sighed heavily as your ass hit his pelvis and he was completely sheathed deep inside you.

“Are you ready for me, bun?” he asked as his hands went into position on the dips of your hips.

“Always am.” you were nodding with your cheek pressed against the mattress.

There was no lie about that, you were always ready for Jungkook to fuck you as hard as he wanted to, for as long as he wanted to. And you always wanted all of the same.

Jungkook’s hips pulled back so his cock slipped almost all the way out, only to fuck himself back ino your wet, slippery pussy. He had to hold your hips, otherwise you’d go flying off with the force he used. He kept that harsh pace from the start, not letting up. Your red, spanked ass cheeks were bouncing the faster he fucked you, making sure to tell you how good you felt around him, how well you took him, how tight you were.

You were babbling incomprehensible words; the mixture of ‘yes, daddy’ and ‘please don’t stop’ that were loud enough that he knew his members would hear you two rooms over. He’d take shit for it tomorrow, no doubt, but tonight he’d have you creaming all over his cock.

“Fuck, I’m so close–” your voice was a little muffled by the sheets, but Jungkook wanted to hear you as you came.

“Hands, bunny.” he ordered with a shaky voice that made it clear just how close to his own end he was.

You did your best to bring your hands to your back and Jungkook held you by your wrists, pulling your body upwards until you were standing on your knees in front of him. His hips were snapping back and fucking forward, an extreme pace that was slowly moving the bed so the headboard was bumping against the wall.

Your breasts were bouncing in front of you as Jungkook let go of your arms, wrapping his around your middle to bring your flushed back against his heaving chest. With his tattooed hand, he held your chin and made you look slightly to the side so he could capture your lips in a sloppy and heated kiss that felt more like the clashing of tongues and lips.

Jungkook’s thrusts were anything but inconsistent as he angled his hips just right, feeling his tip nudge against your sweet spot with each pull and drag of his cock. You held your arms up and bent them so you could reach him, hands tangling in his hair, tongue attacking his as you moaned in staccato.

His fingers slipped from your jaw to your neck as he rolled his hips this way and that, tipping you over the edge before his other hand could even make its way between your legs. You screamed out in pure pleasure, eyes closing shut as you trembled, muscles locking and contracting underneath his touch.

“One more for me, bun, be good for daddy–” his voice sounded weird for his own ears, horace and scratch.

“I can’t–” you cried, which was a lie and you both knew that.

“Of course you can, babygirl, I can feel it already.” Jungkook pointed out the way you were clenching around him, milking his cock, sucking it deeper into you.

His movements were slow, but sharp, with perfect circular movements that matched the lazy way his fingers rubbed your clit in tight circles.

“Bite me, bun.” he told you in a deep voice, offering his neck to you.

You crooned happily, turning the upper half of your body as best as you could, lips latching onto his neck as you licked your favorite spot and bit down on it. Jungkook groaned harshly at the delicious pain, not able to hold himself off as his lower stomach clenched and he spilled his warm seed deep inside of you.

The feeling of being filled up always drove you a little crazy, so as your tongue lapped at the spot you bit down to soothe the pain, you came around him once more. A lazy orgasm that dragged on and on until you were both too tired and spent to stay up.

Jungkook held you with a strong grip, gently laying the both of you down onto the bed, on your sides, not quite ready to pull out of your warmth just yet. You didn’t mind it either, pushing backwards until he was properly spooning you.

“Are you okay, bun-bun?” he asked and you giggled. Jungkook knew you loved that silly nickname, even when you said you hated it.

“Hmm, really good.” you were nodding as you pulled his arm higher on your chest so you could touch his forearm with your lips. The teeth came right after as you started to nibble on his tattoos.

It made him chuckle and rub his nose on top of your head, dragging it over your ears, making you gasp and roll your hips on instinct. “I need five minutes before I can go again, bun.”

“Sorry, daddy.” you settled with pink cheeks, relaxing into his arms. “You know I like it when you play with my ears.”

“You have the cutests ears.” he told you, kissing at the base of them. “You’re all cute.”

“Hmmmm, so cute you’ll carry me to the bathroom?” you asked with a yawn against his arm, teeth dragging over his skin. “Aaaand shower with me?”

“I just showereeeed.” he mocked your dragged tone, the two of you laughing together.

“Don’t be gross! You can’t sleep like this.” you pointed out with a scrunch of your nose.

“Why not?” Jungkook complained. “We can just shower in the morning.”

“We smell like sex!” you told him with a pout. “If we go to bed like this, I’m going to want to keep going…”

“What’s wrong with it, hm?” he smirked, arms shifting under you to grab at your breasts. “We can just do that for the rest of our lives.”

Want to read more about this couple? Part II is avaliable for my members on ko-fi! Bunny goes with Kook to the shooting of the CK campain.

Teaser for part II:

“Sleep time?” Jungkook asked you as he kissed the top of your head and you brought the tip of his finger to your mouth for a nibble. You responded with a half-hearted shrug, which he was expecting. You always hated bedtime, no matter how tired you were. “You’re staying here or want to come sleep with me?”

“Actually, I wanted to play a bit before bed.” you told him as you sat up a little more and a small wave of heat went through Jungkook’s body upon hearing that.

“You can, of course.” he assured you.

“Will you stay?” you looked at him then, pretty eyes sparkling in the soft neon light strips you always chose instead of the main lights of the bedroom. “Will you play with me?”

“Do you want me to?” Jungkook asked, just to make sure, dragging his lips from your cheek to the corner of your mouth.

“Please, daddy.”

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