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˚₊✩‧₊ 🍬 ⏐ What's Wrong and Right

Your two bodies make one, you complete each other and if one piece is missing, nobody can continue to live normally. So when a fight shreds your couple apart, the worst happens and his true nature comes out.

♡⃛ Pairing: Jimin x Fem!Reader

♡⃛ Genre: established relationship, smut, angst

♡⃛ Word count: 10.7k

♡⃛ Warnings: 90% is smut :D, messy story that only makes sense to me but whatever bcs it's pwp, consensual non-consent, role-play such as kidnapping & pseudo incest, non-con to a certain extent, brief mention of eating disorders, jimin is the sweetest bf, ig he could be considered a yandere but I won't say he is because I don't want to, fluffy stuff, short break up that only exists to create make-up sex, jimin realizes things..., dom jimin/sub reader, unprotected sex, use of the word r*pe in an erotic context, sex tapes (this aspect was supposed to be explained but just go along with it for now), dd/lg, praising & light degradation, clit stimulation, oral (f & m), cum eating, unrealistic amount of cum *cough*.

A.N.: Check this before reading the fic, please. Kind reminder to be mature and avoid the content you don't like. 🫶🏻 Thank you my baby @trulythv for reading it first 👀 and for thirsting over this crazy man with me who I like to call the best bf ever🕺

Playing: Sometimes - Mattyeux & Princess Chelsea ,, Cent fois - Alice et Moi ,, Can't Help Myself - Alexandra Savior.

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Looking at you through the rear mirror, Jimin smiles. You're so pretty. He really loves you, he loves his beautiful girlfriend. Your eyes are shut, long lashes gracing your under eyes. He can't see your lips, but it doesn't take away your beauty, no, you're so much prettier like that.

He looks back in front of him, pushing on the brake pedal with his foot as the car comes to a halt. He likes the spot he found; away from the city, far into the forest. He can be alone with you with no risk of someone falling upon the both of you.

He opens the driver's door and gets out of his truck, walking around it to come to your side. He pulls on the door's handle, revealing your little body lying down on the black leather seats. The corners of his lips are lifted up when he sees you and he grips your tied up ankles, bringing you closer to the edge of the seat.

He sits you up and you seem a little bit dizzy, but it's normal since you've just woken up from a quick nap. He then carefully removes the grey tape that is covering your mouth, making sure to not hurt you.

"Hi, baby," he whispers, smiling when you blink up and look at him. "How are you feeling?" He asks in a pouty voice, babying you, and it makes you feel safe, cared for.

"Tired..." You respond and your body feels sore. Jimin understands, this was a quite long car ride and laying down on the back seats doesn't seem really comfortable.

"Oh, sweetheart, I know. I'm sorry," he apologizes, taking you in his arms. He embraces you in a warm hug and you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, sniffing the pleasant odour of his cologne.

He lets you go and takes out his phone from his front pocket, unlocking it to access the camera app. He puts his phone down on the truck's floor, leaning it against the bottom of the seats, facing the exterior. He'll let the door open so the camera can capture everything that will happen outside.

He starts the recording, which means you have to be in characters. One arm under your knees and the other around your waist, he picks you up easily. You whine softly when your butt leaves the seat, watching where Jimin is bringing you.

There are trees and a lake ahead of you. He decides to put you down just in front of the first tree that is right in the angle of the camera. He kneels before you and grips your knees, pulling your legs apart. Your feet stay together since they are attached to each other.

He sees your white panties with flower patterns on them, your skirt lifted up over your plushy thighs. Jimin licks his lips, the sight of your core making him hungry.

"Please, don't..." You squeak when his fingers travel your inner thigh, almost reaching your clothed pussy. They're cold, adorned in chunky silver rings, veins pulsing along his strong arm.

He glances up at you as you beg for him to do something he doesn't intend to do at all. He smiles, still caressing your soft skin with his fingertips. He smirks, eyes glinting with malice in them.

"Jimin," you whisper his name, as if to reason him, to beg again for something he can't promise. "Don't hurt me."

His smile expands. "I would never," he whispers back, bending down to reduce the gap separating your two bodies. His lower half settles between your legs, he places his lips beside your ear. "Never hurt you," he affirms and when he backs away to look at your face, your eyes are filled in water.

He puts a palm over your cheek, caressing softly, swiping his thumb under your eye which causes a tear to fall down. He observes you for a minute, the singing of the birds and the quiet flow of the lake filling up the silence. You cry quietly, crumpling his white t-shirt between your fists. You need to have him against you, despite yourself.

He makes some space between him and your legs, griping you by the calves to lift them up. He takes his time to run his hands over your exposed skin, groping the meaty flesh of your thighs. He then focuses on your ankles and carefully unties the knot that attaches them together.

He gets rid of the rope, throwing it away on the ground. Free from any restrain, Jimin can part your legs wider, spread them how he likes it. Bend in half, that's how he prefers because he has your beautiful cunt on full display for him to play with.

He pushes your thighs over to your chest and normally you would hold them up, but you can't right now, so Jimin does it for you. Hands behind your knees, legs in the air, he places his clothed bulge against your pulsing core. You shudder, so close to him, yet so far to be connected with him.

"So perfect for me, just the right size..." He praises, looking down between your legs where he rubs his crotch against yours. "You were made for me, this is how it should be," he blathers, his voice a little husky, a little desperate. "Just me and you, baby." He says, the only thing he can really promise.

He slides his hand down your thigh, feeling all the goosebumps that travel your skin. Your stomach twists and your mouth hangs open, watching Jimin play with you. Shaking the toy in front of your eyes to lure you in the game.

You gasp when he suddenly hooks his fingers under the band of your panties and roughly strips you off of them. But he leaves them around your ankles, the flimsy material hanging around them. He keeps a hand under your thighs to hold them up, pushing them over your stomach so your pussy can be accessible to him.

He licks his lips before touching your clit with his middle finger, making you flinch, his cold skin contrasting with your own that is burning hot. He passes his digit through your folds, feeling how wet you are already. His cock hardens in his pants and he can't wait to free himself to fuck you senseless on the ground, in the middle of the woods, a camera filming your entire intercourse.

He brings some of your arousal to your clit, making this more pleasurable for you. He pinches your bud of nerves between his thumb and index finger, pulling on it gently and toying with it. You squirm around and whine, which annoys Jimin.

"Behave," he scolds and sends you a hard glare. He pinches it harshly and you try not to move a muscle, but it's complicated with your clit trapped between his fingers.

You sob, throwing your arms over your head, gripping the grass to refrain yourself from reacting to his touch on your private parts. He plays with your sensitive bud a bit more, occasionally sliding a skillful finger through your slicks.

Finally, Jimin presses a finger on your clit and moves his digit from side to side to stimulate it. He moves it quickly, eliciting soft moans from you. He's concentrating on his task as he looks at your pussy intently, seeing how much wetter you are now.

"Ah! Minnie, stop it!" You cry out, pulling on the grass, keeping your legs up even if you yell for him to stop. He won't and you know it.

"Shh, pretty baby. It's okay," he reassures you, but the tingles he creates in your body are so strong, you can't ignore them. You tremble underneath him, arching your back as you roll your eyes. The pleasure of sex and the lust it brings you will always be stronger than you.

Jimin is very pleased, licking his lips obscenely, watching you fall apart just from a simple flick of his finger on your poor little clit. And then your orgasm shoots through you, making you moan and juts your hips upwards.

"That's it, sweetheart, just let it go..." He encourages you with sweet words and you feel dizzy, much more than before when Jimin picked you up in his arms. "Such a good girl," he purrs, caressing your thighs to soothe you while you get down from your high, pussy clenching around nothing.

He takes off your panties from around your ankles, stuffing them in his back pocket to not get them dirty. Your legs fall down on the ground, shaking slightly, recovering from your clitoral orgasm. You whine softly and fight to keep your eyes open, perceiving Jimin reaching for his zipper.

The sound makes you shiver, heart beating incredibly fast and mind fuzzy, filled with white clouds. You pull on your wrists, a strong desire of touching him, of touching your lover going through you, but you can't, unfortunately.

"I'm going to fuck you, m'kay, baby?" He announces while looking down at his crotch, lowering his pants down his thighs. He palms his bulge before lifting his gaze up to you. "Be a good girl for me," he orders, and finally frees his cock out of his briefs.

You've seen it so many times before, yet this moment still makes you flustered. Jimin is really imposing and this isn't to displease you at all. He strokes himself a couple of times, spreading his pre-cum over his length and looking at you with so much desire it makes you shudder with all your being.

He aligns his cock with your entrance, swiping his tip through your wet folds, mixing his pre-cum with your natural arousal. You let a moan out of your mouth and open your legs wider for him. He growls at that, gripping your plushy thigh and sinking his nails into your skin. He leaves small crescent forms all over your flesh, a sign of his passing on you, a sign of property.

"This had to happen, sweetheart..." He tells you while he pushes in slowly, your pussy expanding as he forcefully enters you. You gasp, blinking to let the tears fall from your eyes down to your cheeks. "I'd like to say that I'm sorry, but- fuck," he curses when he's all the way in, your walls contracting around him. "I'm really not."

Your stomach tightens at that, body reacting to his words despite your will not to. He stays still, thighs trembling a little bit from the pleasure. He looks like he's in total bliss, blond strands of hair dangling in front of his sweet eyes, pupils fully dilated.

He locks your legs behind his back and you whine, the movement making him penetrate you deeper until his balls touch your ass. He whimpers and holds you against him, never letting you go even if you don't want to.

He leaves his mouth open so it's easier to breathe and he frowns, creating a crease between his soft brows. The first thrust makes him curse under his breath and you cry out quietly, keeping your eyes locked with his. He collides his hips against yours with force, your boobs bouncing on your chest from the harsh stroke.

He starts fucking you, entering and exiting your hole at a regular pace. "Ah, shit," he hisses, gripping your hips harder. "Your pussy feels so good, baby," he compliments, completely thrown away by the pleasure.

"Minnie," you cry, reaching for his t-shirt and pulling on it to have him against you. He groans at your neediness, mind clouded with you only. He sticks his chest to yours, feeling your perky nipples against him.

He takes a hold of your jaw, boring his eyes into yours while he pounds his dick in your pussy until both of your skin turn sore and hurt. He touches your neck with his lips, then leaves wet and warm kisses all over your face. Finally, he connects his plump lips with yours, stealing your breath away and muffling your moans.

You whine into the feverish kiss you're sharing with Jimin, feeling so overwhelmed by his hip thrusts. Unfortunately, he has to break the kiss, but he stays over you, breathing onto your face. His hand shifts to your neck, slowly enclosing your throat with his fingers. The cool feeling of his rings makes more goosebumps appear on your skin.

"Mmh... you like this, don't you?" He questions and you blink up at him, whining as a response. "I know you would, baby," he growls back, pecking your jaw and the side of your neck. "Know you'd like me to rape this pretty pussy..." He mewls into your ear and another wave of heat travels your body.

Your tears make your vision fuzzy and you decipher Jimin's face with difficulty, but you sense his presence really clearly, him using you as a way to release himself and his build-up frustration. You scrunch his t-shirt between your fists, knowing that this is your boyfriend and that you desire him as much as he desires you.

"Y-Yes, Minnie, I like it," you breathe out and he feels your throat vibrate under his palm. You whine when he gives you a particularly hard thrust that goes deeply into your guts, his cock reaching your sweet spot that makes you see stars.

He starts to get rougher, reaching for his high rather than enjoying as long as he can the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He likes the current situation, you tied up under him and creaming his cock, but you can't stay here much longer.

"Shit, baby," he curses and he bites down on his lip, tilting his head down to look where your two bodies connect. He lifts your skirt over your belly, revealing your pretty cunt to him. "So good for me, so helpless and dumb..." Seeing his dick pounding into your messy pussy makes his cock twitch into you, encouraging him to go even harder, literally destroying you from the inside.

He pins your wrists over your head again and his hand on your neck changes places, fumbling your breast in his palm. Your eyes roll back into your skull and you arch your back, the air becoming constricted, Jimin's own breath fanning across your face and yours hitting his cheek.

Your face feels hot, your breath is heavy and every touch is overwhelming, sending you into a wave of pleasure. His cock sliding in your pussy and brushing against your walls turn you brainless, to a point where you can't form any intelligent thoughts other than ones about Jimin. Your mind is filled with him as well as your cunt, him, the only thing you want.

You moan as the knot in your stomach tightens and he growls as he feels your pussy sucking in him. "I love you, Jimin, please..." You cry in pleasure, words of affection the only thing you can think of right now. "Love you," you repeat quietly and he forces himself to look back at you, seeing the beautiful pearls falling over your cheekbones, sliding down the side of your face.

His heart melts, soft eyes meeting yours and he smiles sweetly at you. No matter how much he wants to destroy your little body and mark it as his, showing to everybody that you're his property, your desperation will always make him weak.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he says back, not hesitating to show you his love. "I love my pretty baby so much." He kisses your neck, trailing his plushy lips over your shivering skin, leaving feathery kisses all over you. He hides his face in the crook of your neck while he drives his dick into you, leading the both of you closer to orgasm.

He likes control, but he likes even more the fact that you love giving it to him because you trust Jimin, your boyfriend. This is how it goes, how it's supposed to be. You submitting to him, agreeing to leave all of your problems behind to be taken care of by him. This is how you want it, how you need it.

"Together, please," you request and you feel him smiling against your neck, butterflies erupting in your belly. "Minnie," you insist and his hips go slower.

He raises his head and hovers above you. "My pretty baby wants to cum with me?" He teases and you nod repeatedly, pouting. "That's what you want, yeah?" He tilts his head to the side, eyes glinting mischievously, but also lovingly. He can't help finding your neediness cute and attractive, especially when he's supposed to take advantage of you.

"Yes, wanna cum with you, please, Jimin..." You whine, but you know he'll do what you're asking him for.

"Of course, baby," he agrees, even though he had no intention in refusing you. "Of course..." He says again in a whisper, sneaking his hand between your bodies, reaching your engorged and pulsating clit.

You gasp when his rough digit finds your sensitive bud of nerves, immediately moving it from side to side. He regains his pace rapidly, playing with your puffy clit while he fucks his cock into you to get himself off as well. You moan softly, his favourite sound at this point, and tightens your thighs around his waist.

Since you're very aroused, your orgasm is really near and it doesn't take much that you already feel it coming at full speed. You clench around him and buck your hips upwards, everything becoming messier and louder.

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass accompanies your whines and his grunts, forgetting the sole purpose of your intercourse; playing for the camera. But it's not much of a matter anymore when all you can think about is his girth drilling into your hole like you're nothing but a sexual object for him to use.

Jimin doesn't think about it either, fucking you in the forest like it's a recurrent occasion. Playing with the illusion of taking something he's not allowed to, doing an act completely selfish, yet you're letting him to, so how wrong is it?

"Close... I'm close," you warn Jimin, squirming under him because the stimulation is too strong, you can't stay in place. You pull on your wrists, frustrated you can't hold onto him.

He feels his balls tightening and he's close too. "Me too, baby, fu-uck," he responds, toying with your clitoris, moving his finger as fast as he can so you can have your orgasms at the same time. "Ready to cum for me? Hm?"

You hum in affirmation, nodding your head along. He nuzzles your neck again, kissing your flesh lovingly as you hear his moans against your ear. The last strand holding you back finally breaks and you cum, shaking like a leaf under him. You cry out his name, helplessly trying to hold onto something, only finding the grass to grip on.

It's then that Jimin quickly follows you, thighs trembling as he ejaculates deep into your cunt. His cock twitches a couple of times, painting your walls white in his seeds. "Fuck, baby," he groans, his hot breath hitting the side of your face.

Little droplets fall from his tip when he pulls out and he strokes himself briefly to milk his cock dry. You feel his hot cum dripping down from your pussy as you still clench repeatedly from your previous orgasm, pulse beating really fast.

Jimin watches his cum falling out of you and he picks it up by sliding his mushroom head through your folds, collecting the white substance on it. He pushes his head back in slightly, making you whimper in overstimulation.

He straddles your body and settles over your chest, his cock hovering over your face. You open your mouth and lick the remains off his pretty penis, slowly softening in his hand. He pats your hair appreciatively, smiling as you're doing a good job at cleaning the mess he made.

"Good girl... Such a good, pretty girl," he praises and you bat your eyelashes at him innocently. He glances toward the truck where his phone is still recording then back at you. "What about we head home now, hm? You deserve to relax, you must be really tired."

He gets off of you, zipping himself back up before untying your hands and helping you stand up on your wobbly legs. He kisses you on the lips and replaces your hair in place, even though it stays a mess.

"Yes, good idea."

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Jimin has been your boyfriend for three months now and you sometimes still can't believe it. You've never been in a serious relationship before and you hope this one will last very long because you love him a lot.

He's really kind with you, always so understanding and just the perfect boyfriend you could've ever had. You're not afraid to be yourself with him and it's something you didn't allow yourself to be before him.

But since you're together, you really think this is a new you. A girl more confident in herself as well as happier and healthier. A relationship can do so much good to someone and you think this is what it's doing to you; a lot of good. And it's refreshing to be able to love a person so openly and they love you in return.

You've had sex a few times already, and right now it's about to happen again. You're really bothered by something, though and you can't get it out of your head. You want to share it with Jimin, but you're afraid of how he may react.

You trust him, so you decide to tell him.

"Minnie, wait..." You softly interrupt him, pushing on his shoulders. He stops his kisses and looks at you, wondering if he did something wrong. Of course, he didn't, as always.

You sit up on your bed so he pushes himself off of you, sitting in front of you. "Is everything alright, baby? Did I hurt you?" He asks and you laugh because he could have never hurt you, he's always so soft and gentle as if you're a vase he's scared to break.

"No, no, everything's fine, I just..." You look down at your lap, playing with your fingers nervously. "I just want to tell you- well, ask you something," you announce, not hesitating more if you really want to tell him what you have had on your mind for a pretty long time.

He pulls you by your legs and you gasp, not expecting him to bring you closer. He passes your legs over his lap, making you sit both side by side on the bed. You smile shyly, still avoiding his intense gaze.

"Tell me, I want to hear everything you have to say," he encourages you and it makes you feel better about yourself. Jimin won't judge you, he couldn't anyway if he wanted to. In his eyes, you can do nothing wrong.

"Okay, well, it's about... sex," you confess and hearing the word from your mouth makes him smile. He never looks away from you, seeing your eyebrows frown as you're thinking about your next words.

"Yeah? Anything that might interest me?" He says teasingly, placing an arm around your waist, gently caressing your body.

"It interests me, but you, I don't know. That's why I want to ask you," you explain and finally glance up at him, locking eyes with him.

"I see," he hums. "Then tell me, sweetheart. I'm sure I'll be into it." He winks at you and you roll your eyes, even though you crack a smile.

"So, umm, I really like it when you... dominate me," you say quietly, a little ashamed, but still confident enough to tell him everything. You don't express your sexual desires often, so it feels uncomfortable, but you trust Jimin with your whole heart. "You already know it, but it's just that I'd like you to control me... more."

A small crease appears between Jimin's eyebrows. "More? You want me to be rough?" He strokes your arm, showing you that you really can tell him everything. He's here to listen to you.

You shake your head, looking to the side again. "No, even though I wouldn't mind, but I like it when you're gentle," you answer. "What I mean is... I want you to... to rape me," you mumble the three last words, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

He raises up his eyebrows at your confession, totally surprised, but not at all repulsed or disgusted. He never thought about it before, never thought it could be your thing.

"It wouldn't be really that since it's what I want! But... I just like the idea of it," you quickly explain, seeing how taken back he looks by what you fantasize about. "I know it sounds... weird. I'll understand if it's not-"

He cuts you off, immediately reassuring you. "No, no, baby... Don't say that." He strokes your hair delicately, not wanting you to talk bad about yourself. "If you want it, I want it," he says and your eyes widen, sparkling.

"Really? Because you don't have to, you know," you worry again, but Jimin doesn't want to hear it.

"Shh, I'll do anything my pretty baby wants," he promises and your stomach flutters.

He removes your legs from his lap and gets on top of you, resuming what you've stopped earlier. He kisses you and slowly brings his plushy lips lower on your face, pecking your jaw then the side of your neck. You're rapidly overwhelmed by his touch, finding it hard to breathe and to even think.

"Want me to stretch this cunt out, baby?" He questions between kisses, his hands already lowering your jeans over your thighs and bringing your panties with them. "Ruin it so you're completely useless to anyone else beside me..." He sings against your ear and you completely love it.

You pass your arms around his shoulders, smelling his soft odour that always reassures you. He doesn't bother to prepare you, which makes your stomach twist, a new sentiment taking over you. He reaches his belt, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants to free his cock out.

"Gonna take good care of you, sweetheart." His dick slaps against his stomach when it springs out of his boxers and you whine, breath caught in your throat. "Need me to rape you so you know you're mine," he says and you shudder at his vulgar words.

How can he be so sweet and so willing to pretend to be taking advantage of you, you don't know, but that's exactly what you wanted.

You really, really love Jimin.

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He hears soft and quiet moans coming out of the bedroom, which caught his attention. He's satisfied to notice the door half open, a small crack letting him see what's happening inside. Camera in hand, Jimin walks up to the bedroom's door and brings the recording device up to his face.

He pushes the door slightly enough so the camera can capture the inside of the room. He smirks when he discovers you humping your teddy bear, moving your hips frantically against the plushie. You rub your pussy on it, panties drenched in your wetness.

You don't realize that Jimin is entering the bedroom, looking at you on the camera's screen. You gasp in surprise when you see him in front of you, the lens pointing at you. You blink up and bite down on your lip, continuing to hump the poor teddy bear.

Since you're settled down close to the edge of the bed, Jimin takes a hold of your face, angling it correctly so it faces the camcorder. "What are you doing, princess?" He asks, keeping your head still and watching you rut your hips against the plushie between your thighs.

"Aah, daddy, I'm- I'm..." You let out a breathy moan, too lost in your ecstasy to give him a proper response. "Can't stop," you say as he passes his thumb over your bottom lip and you gently close your mouth around it.

Another moan makes you part your lips, opening your mouth so your little noises can escape it, to Jimin's pleasure. It makes you look dumb, his thumb pressing down on your tongue, drool coating it and falling from the corner of your mouth.

"Can't stop rubbing your little cunnie on teddy?" You shake your head from side to side, eyes locked with his, but he soon lingers his gaze down on your form, watching closely the way you hump the stuffed toy. "Mmh, what a dirty girl you are, baby... Pleasuring yourself in front of daddy."

He takes his digit out of your mouth and traces your cheek with it, spreading your own spit on your face. You whine louder as you rock your hips faster, breath heavy and heart beating excitedly inside your rib cage.

"It feels good, doesn't it? Your panties are all soaked," he growls, placing his palm over your throat. He senses you gulping before answering, parting your lips to talk, but an obscene moan is heard instead. "What's gotten you so wet, baby?" Jimin questions, grinning as you look totally braindead.

"Was thinking about daddy," you babble out, clenching your thighs around the teddy bear.

You seem even more stupid through the camera and Jimin licks his lips as he looks at the screen, veins apparent on his arm that is choking you. His cock twitches in his pants, feeling a little bit too restrained in them.

"Yeah? My baby girl was thinking about me? What were those thoughts about..." He asks while he zooms in on your face, then lowers down to your crotch. You don't wear anything except for your flimsy pair of underwear, completely soiled in your juices.

He records how your pussy rubs against the face of the stuffed bear, your small hands holding the plushie in place between your thighs.

"Just- just daddy's... pretty cock and body," you giggle, your mind going wild as you remember the scenery you were imagining before he entered. Jimin's eyes snap up to you when you say those filthy words, pupils dilated and gaze darkening. "Cum all over my face... Fucking me over and over again," you smile, trying to look innocent, but it doesn't work at all.

"You dirty, dirty girl..." He tells you and gives you a carnivorous smile, letting you know that he isn't going to treat you as an innocent little girl like you pretend to be. "Is that what you want? You want your step daddy to fuck your little hole? Your ass, maybe?" He talks to you behind the camera, only emphasizing how dominant he is and how submissive you are. "You're so fucking gross."

You pout at that, slowing the pace of your hips. "No, no, I'm not!" You whine, fake crying. Jimin focuses the camera on you again, filming you completely ravaged in your own lust. "I can't help it, I love daddy too much... He makes me feel real...ly good," you tremble and have more difficulty speaking, the tingles in your tummy getting stronger.

He can never resist you when you express your feelings like that. So cute and stupid, he's the only one who can take care of you. The only one who will never abuse you, never, unless you ask for it.

"Awh, baby," he coos, letting go of your neck to pat your hair delicately. "I love you, too." He strokes your cheek, making you purr and bat your eyelashes at him. "Very, very much..." He emphasizes, fire erupting in your belly. "Wanna show to daddy how much you love him?"

At that, your eyes widen and you excitedly nod your head. Then, reluctantly, Jimin grips the teddy bear and removes it from between your legs. He throws it to the side and reaches for his fly. He undoes the button and tucks his zipper down swiftly, you looking at his crotch intently.

He angles the camcorder down and you interrupt him in his actions, avidly lowering his pants as well as his boxers down his thighs. His cock almost slaps you in the face when it bounces up and you can't hold in your little giggles. You look at it as if it's one of the wonders of the world, the greatest prize you've ever obtained.

Jimin takes his dick in his hand, giving it one stroke before hitting your lips with the tip. You let yourself be toyed with, enjoying it a lot, and you open your mouth to stick your tongue out. He uses the opportunity you offer him to slap his dick against your wet, pink muscle.

"Hmm, you shouldn't have teased daddy like that, princess," he states, thrusting in your mouth, but only putting the tip in, teasing you in return. "Make me wanna do nasty things to you... worse than anything you could ever imagine," he says in a low voice, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth.

You stay still, blinking up at Jimin who's totally dominating you right now. He controls you and the camera at the same time, turning you into a complete mess, into a stupid girl who can't think for herself with a cock in her mouth.

Your purse your lips and he taps the head against your lips. He tilts his head slightly to the side, as if he's analyzing you, watching you curiously as you lick his cock with adoration. You let out little moans, making you look more submissive and making Jimin more aroused.

"Open your mouth," he orders and you execute yourself immediately. He doesn't wait to enter your mouth, it expands to the size of his girth as he pushes his cock in. He takes a handful of your hair, gripping on it tighter as he thrusts gradually in.

Your eyes start to water since he takes his time to penetrate your mouth, going in painfully slow, grunting as he does so. You focus on your gag reflex, keeping your tongue flat underneath him. You hollow your cheeks and he finally reaches the bottom of your throat, tip hitting the back of it.

You look at him and he looks at you. You wait for him to start fucking your throat, but he pulls out at once, holding your head by your hair. You breathe out through your mouth, swallowing to soothe your sore throat. It stings, but you manage to regain a normal breath.

"You take my cock so well," he praises and his grip on your hair loosens, giving a break to your scalp. "You really do love me, huh?"

You nod right away, wiping the drool that fell from your mouth off your chin with your hand. Jimin smiles at that, giving you small taps on your cheek, indicating that you'll change positions.

To your surprise, he hands you the camera. "There." You take it from him, holding it with your two hands. "Lay down and make some space for me, m'kay, baby? Daddy will give you what you want," he commands and you move back, laying your back against the mattress like he told you to.

You keep the camcorder up with your shaky hands, trying to adjust it so the image is clear. You get distracted by Jimin who crawls to you, settling himself between your legs. He flashes you a smile before undressing you from your soiled panties, throwing them on the bedroom's floor. You film him as best as you can with trembling hands and arms.

You gasp when his head finds a spot just over your pussy, feeling his hot breath on your private parts. "Dad-daddy," you breathe out shakily, having him so close to your cunt arouses you so much. "Are you going to... to eat my ... cunnie?" You question shyly, but you're very excited. You already feel yourself clenching around nothing.

He passes his arms around your thighs, legs over his shoulders. "Is that what you want, baby girl? Want me to suck on your little clit?" He asks, knowing pertinently that's what you're waiting for.

"Yes, please," you mewl, arching your back when you feel his mouth on you. You try to record him, but it's really difficult with Jimin's tongue on your cunt. You wonder how he does it because you can't stop squirming around. "Aaah, Jimin..." You moan his name almost instantly, the tingles he sends through your body are just so good.

His lips are wrapped around your bud of nerves and he sucks it fervently, eliciting sweet moans and whines from you. You keep the camera on him, watching him lick and munch on your pussy through the screen, absolutely loving the view of Jimin's mouth on your bare pussy.

"Daddy, it feels so good, I won't- I..." Your next words are never said as he plunges two fingers in your hole, scissoring your insides. He keeps sucking your clit and it turns you delirious, unable to think straight.

Jimin stops sucking, but he still pumps his fingers into you, curling them so he can pat your sweet spot. "Baby, stop moving so much, the recording's going to be impossible to watch after," he softly warns you, pulling your arms back up a little so it can capture him eating you out. "I know you like daddy's mouth on your cunnie, but you have to focus."

"Sorry, Minnie," you cry out because it's so hard to concentrate on something other than Jimin. "But I'm really close," you say, feeling the fire at the pit of your stomach growing.

"I don't want to hear any excuses," he scolds, circling your clit with his thumb while he's talking to you. "Be a good girl for me, okay, princess?" He stares at you and raises up his eyebrows to emphasize his words. You know better than to disobey him anyway.

You nod and a little pout appears on your lips, trying to control yourself. "Yes, daddy," you accept and he's back at licking your sensitive bud until you're just a brainless girl under him.

You moan as he fingers your pussy, your wetness dripping down to your ass. His fingers are so coated in your arousal that he can thrust them in without any restrain, sliding in smoothly while he presses his tongue down on your clit, moving it from side to side rapidly.

Jimin always knows what to do and his techniques are the best, making you cum quicker than when you masturbate. You do your best to film him, framing his blond head of hair buried between your plushy thighs. You can't help but moan at the sight, gripping his hair between your fist.

Your other hand shakily records the action and you can hear your sweet moans coming from behind the camera. "Minnie, I'm cumming!" You announce out loud, literally suffocating him between your thighs by tightening them around his head.

Your orgasm passes through you intensively, making you buck your hips in his face. He keeps his tongue on you, flicking it over your clitoris to help you go through your high. You pull on strands of hair, making him groan and you feel the vibration of his voice on your cunt.

He spreads your legs apart so he can escape them, even though he could've stayed between them all day. "Good girl, baby, such a good girl," he purrs, stroking your thighs to help you calm down a little bit.

You have no energy left, but you know that he's not finished with you. He kneels and you can see just how hard his cock is, it looks really painful.

You forget the camera and just let it fall on the bed, hypnotized by Jimin. "Daddy," you call him hastily, extending your arms toward him to reach him. You embrace him and he circles your little body with his strong arms, rubbing your face on his chest.

"Princess, it's okay, everything's fine," he comforts you, kissing your hair lovingly. He pulls you off of him and delicately lays you back down on the bed. "I'm here, I'm not going away." He kisses your cheek next before reaching for the camera again.

He sets it on the nightstand by the bed, turning it around so it captures the both of you. He removes his shirt by tugging on the collar, your heart beating faster at the sight of his beautiful chest.

"Can you turn around for me, baby girl?" You whine, disappointed that you won't be able to look at him longer. You turn round nonetheless, stomach against the mattress. "Good girl," he approves of your obedience.

You feel his hand caressing your back, going up to your shoulders then down to your ass. He gropes one cheek, palming it and kneading it in his veiny hand. You mewl, looking behind your shoulder to watch him play with you.

"Do you want more, hm?" He wonders as he explores your naked skin, touching it and groping your flesh in a tight grip. "Do I need to give you more so you stop thinking about daddy in such a filthy way?"

You moan when he spanks your ass, just the right intensity to feel your skin burn deliciously. You want to say that it'd take way more than that and no matter how hard he fucks you, you'll never stop thinking about him. You'd say the truth, but you understand that in these situations, nothing resembles reality.

"Yes, daddy, punish me for it..." You beg him, twisting the bedsheets between your fists. You don't have to ask him twice.

He groans and leans over you, his lips right beside your ear. "You fucking slut," he whispers, making you shudder intensively. "You don't even realize what you're asking for." He's being mean, but it only adds on to the pleasure. He knows what he's doing.

Jimin slowly penetrates you, settling himself in the comfort of your warm pussy. You whine out loud, enduring a painful but sweet stretch of your cunt by his fat cock. His hands are beside your shoulders, finally bottoming out until his hips are flushed against your ass. He lets out a moan, a long and aching one.

"Fuck, your tight little pussy feels so good, baby," he moans in your ear, shivers running on your skin as his cock fills you up entirely. "So perfect for daddy, princess... You were made for me," he affirms, completely honest. He believes it firmly and the way your cunt sucks him in just proves it.

"Was made for you..." You mumble out, repeating his words, agreeing with him because he's always right. He starts hard and has clearly no intention to go slower anytime soon.

You're getting fucked mercilessly right away and there's no way you can persuade him to go easy on you. That's not what you want anyway. You want him to destroy you, use you like you're worth nothing more than a sex toy.

Destroying is a strong word, but you like to think about it that way. If Jimin decides to ruin you, he'd be able to repair you after because deep down, you know he loves you and you love him. There's nothing love can't fix and just for that reason, you'd let him break you over and over again until you have nothing left but him.

He thrusts into you with a regular and intense pace, reaching deep each time his pelvis meets your butt. His own pleasure is intoxicating, making his hips stutter as his self-control is becoming less and less reliable.

He grips your throat from below, levelling your head up from the bed and forcing you to arch your back. "How does it feel, baby?" He murmurs beside your ear, his voice low and raspy, making you roll your eyes back into your skull. "Mmh? How does it feel to have your pretty cunt split in half by daddy?" He growls, sinking his nails into the skin of your neck.

Tears fall down from your eyes at how intense everything feels, Jimin taking your breath away just by pounding his dick into your pussy as if he has never hated someone more than you. It's ironic how you desire him to do that to you while asking him to love you as much as you love him. But he does and that's why you'll never find someone else like him because nobody could do the things he does for you.

"Amazing, daddy, it feels- it... it feels-" you gasp when you recognize the familiar tingle in your belly, the tingle that lets you know you're very close to cum around Jimin's dick. "So, so good..." You continue, breathless.

"Yeah, you like that? Fuck," he curses under his breath. "I like it too, princess," he admits, leaving a sweet and wet kiss on your cheek, collecting a tear of yours on his lips by the same occasion.

Your sweet spot is being martyrized by his cock, pussy pulsating around his length and you start shaking under him. "Gonna cum, Minnie," you quickly say and it makes him groan against your ear even louder.

He lets go of your throat, but only to shove you against the mattress. He keeps a hand on your head so you can't move it, obligated to face the camera that you forgot about. "Then do it, baby," he tells you almost too sweetly, still driving his dick into you. "Show me again how much you love me."

It's as if his words have an immediate response on you because soon after you cream his cock with your cum, clenching around him repeatedly until his movements are altered by it.

"Fuck, yes, baby, just like that..." He moans and his cock twitches inside of you, indicating that he'll cum, too. At this point, you firmly believe that you're both connected because you don't have to ask anymore, he'll orgasm at the same time as you.

With a last groan, he shoots his cum so deep into you you think for a moment that you'll become pregnant with his child even if you're on a contraceptive. You stay under him totally unable to move, too tired to even speak, only whines coming out of you as he empties himself inside your messy cunt.

"Shit," he breathes out, gasping for air. Strands of blond hair are sticking to his forehead and he licks his lips, moisturizing them.

He reaches for the camcorder and closes the screen, stopping the recording.

✧˖*°࿐

You have no idea how it ended up like this, but it did and it hurts. It hurts badly. Something happened, but it was so fast and unpredictable, nobody knew how to react. The inevitable has happened and you can't go back into the past.

It's one of those situations where you constantly ask yourself why did you do that, why didn't you do this instead of that. Just why. Why you and not someone else.

There's nothing more cruel and painful than to ruminate about the past. Nothing more hurtful than regrets because you can do nothing about them.

Why did you both hurt each other? The simple thought of being away from you makes him suffer, so why? It's self-hatred at this point, he thinks, but why would he hurt himself if it means hurting you, too. So many questions and yet, nobody dares to talk to the other.

Who will break first? Who will be the last to give up?

Both? Neither? You or him?

How bad can it be to stay away from the love of your life, from the only person that will ever satisfy you, to ever worship you. It can be really bad, in fact, it can even turn into a nightmare. Or it can be totally good, it depends on how you see it.

A wild fire will burn an entire forest, but it gives birth to a new fertile land after.

What's wrong and right, then? You don't know and it must be why this relationship is so important to you. There's no wrong and right. There's a middle and you'll always stand between because that's how it works the best.

You walk along the hallway, eyeing his apartment door as you approach it slowly with each step you take. The numbers on his door grow and grow until you finally face it. You think about it, probably the first time you reflect before doing anything that concerns Jimin.

It never felt so improper to knock on his door. What will you say? What if he doesn't answer or closes the door on you? Would he refuse to talk to you? Maybe, maybe not. You don't know.

You take a deep breath and knock, now feeling much more anxious than when you entered his apartment building. Nothing happens until you hear shuffling behind the door and feet stepping on the floor, the doorknob turning hastily.

Your heart beats faster and you find yourself shaking, gulping uncomfortably. You look in front of you, preparing yourself to see him, lay your eyes on him after what felt like weeks — months, even.

It felt like hell, honestly. Maybe that's why you don't know how much time passed by because there's no time in hell, there's only suffering.

The door opens and he's there, standing before you. Your heart skips a beat when you notice how awful he looks and you feel the pain, the atrocious pain he went through. You thought you were the first one to break, but clearly, you weren't.

His eyes are all red and it looks like he's been crying for days, probably even more. He has huge black circles under his eyes and they are really puffy. His last tears must have hurt badly when they fell down, you tell yourself.

His nose is red, as well as his cheeks. His lips are sealed in a straight line, even when he sees you. No emotions pass through his eyes, but his appearance contradicts this fact because it's evident he's been overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings these past few days. He's surely tired, he has cried enough and his eyes can't produce any water anymore.

"Hi," you manage to breathe out, swallowing when he doesn't budge an inch. "Can I... Can I enter?" You stutter out and you wait anxiously for his answer, but none comes except him stepping aside to let you in.

You let out a quiet 'thank you' and enter his apartment. He closes the door behind you, and even though the place is extremely familiar to you, having been here numerous times, you stand uselessly in the entry.

He doesn't move much as well, hiding his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants. He looks at you and you look back at him, but you're the only one who desperately needs him to say something, anything. After all, you're the one who came to him, so you're the one who has to speak first, but it's so difficult.

"Are you... okay?" You ask, trying to make small talk, to revive the flame between you two that used to be so bright. You quickly realize that your question is stupid and you're only worsening the already awkward situation.

You're still really worried about him. You hope he didn't start any unhealthy habits, like you did. He probably stopped eating knowing him, whereas you ate day and night until the simple thought of food made you puke.

He rolls his eyes, certain that you know the answer. It's obvious just by looking at him. "What do you think? Do I look okay to you?" He replies sarcastically, shaking his head and chuckling without an ounce of laughter behind his voice.

You step forward, seeking some intimacy with him, but you don't move further. "No, no... That's why I asked," you justify yourself, fidgeting on your fingers because you don't know what to do with your hands. "I've never wanted the... the fight to end like that," you confess, looking away from him, but lifting your gaze up again when you hear him exhale.

His eyes are glossy and the corners of his lips tug downward. He glances to the side, avoiding your eyes, trying to hide the fact that he's about to cry, again. He blinks and that's when a tear rolls down his face, hanging on his jaw.

"Me neither." He looks back at you and your heart breaks into a thousand pieces. "We have to hurt each other, don't we?" He questions, but you don't really understand what he means by that. "To know if the other really loves us," he says, voice not as strong as usual.

You frown. Do you have to hurt each other for that? It's not like you're afraid to say those three words and he never hesitates to say them back. Maybe it's to prove it because what do they mean if you're never showing a true proof of your love.

"But we do love each other, I don't understand..." You whisper, taking another step forward.

"There's nothing to understand," he explains. "It's what happens when you love too much... too obsessively." His words confuse you because they're heavy, strong of meaning and he can't say that without giving further explanation. "You shred apart the last thing you have, the most precious you've ever possessed."

You can't stand there any longer, and you close the distance that is separating you from each other. He looks down at you while you look up at him, heart heavy with your emotions and his as well. You're the most precious thing he has and because his love surpasses everything he has ever felt in his life, he can't control it. He can't control his love from growing into something obsessive and sickly.

"I love you, Jimin," you affirm strongly, not allowing him to ever doubt it. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted like that. There's nothing else in the world that I feel more guilty about, I don't want you to hurt yourself."

Kind and sweet, that's what you are and he tries to be like that as well, especially to you. It's how you perceive him, but your short break up made him realize things. He can't be without you anymore, he has to have you, to possess you. He'd simply die if he doesn't have you.

He eyes you down, gaze hurtful and sad, as well as something else, something you've never seen in him before. "It doesn't matter," he says, grabbing your bicep. He pulls you in closer, his face hovering just above yours. "Do you love me?"

You frown again, confused that he's asking you this question after you've proudly said you do. "Of course I do, I love-" But that's not what he wants to hear. He has to be clearer.

He cuts you off, shaking his head. "No. Do you love me the way I do?" He rectifies, looking intensely at you, hoping his love isn't wrong or sick. Hoping you feel the same so he knows he's not crazy.

"What... what do you mean?" You breathe out shakily, keeping eye-contact with him, slightly becoming afraid of him.

"I want you to be mine," he whispers, his icy breath hitting your cheek, making you shiver. "Not because we're a couple, but because I sincerely believe that you were made for me, only me," he admits, finally suppressing this heavy weight his heart was carrying since the day he met you.

You're not really surprised to hear that from him. It's something he says a lot during sex, how your body fits so well with his and how he's the only person capable of satisfying you. You've never thought it was more than just a talk, more than things he says to turn you on.

You're his and that's a fact, but how deep does he mean it? It's not like you've never imagined your future with him, being his girlfriend forever. But again, at what point does he want to possess you? Romantically, intimately... or physically?

"We're meant to be together and I know you believe it, too," he tries to convince you and there's no need to because you don't see yourself with somebody who isn't him. "I'd do anything to have you, even if it means going against you," he confesses and his lips are so close to yours.

It distracts you from the true meaning of his last words, and maybe it's better like this. You don't respond to his question either and you don't know if you could answer it anyway.

But before his lips can touch yours, he turns you around and pins you against the wall. You let out a squeak, feeling like you were lured in a trap. You're stuck between your boyfriend and the wall adjacent to the front door.

"Jimin," you mutter, your heart starting to beat faster. "What are you doing?" Your body is telling you that there is a danger, activating your stress hormones, making you shake, sweat and cry.

He sticks his chest to your back with a lot of insistence, leaving no room for you to move or to breathe. "Claiming what's mine," he answers curtly, pulling your pants and panties down your thighs very gently.

You're not wet and prepared yet and it makes you stress even more, but you've done that with him before. The simple thought of it makes your clit throb, so you should be good.

It doesn't take him long to take his penis out, stroking it behind you so it grows fully hard. You feel him touching himself against your ass and you look behind your shoulder, watching him run his palm up and down his cock.

He grips your hip with the other hand and kisses the side of your face, being lovely, as always. "Baby, are you going to please me?" He murmurs, feeling his plump lips brushing against your skin.

Your eyes water, but none of your tears will equal the amount of pain he felt during your break up. You feel sorry, and if he wants you, he will have you. "Yes, Jimin, I will..."

"Okay, then take a deep breath, sweetheart," he advises and that's when you feel the head of his cock pushing in, forcing an entrance for him.

You gasp loudly, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes. You form fists with your hands, a wave of pain going through your body. You're not used to suffering during such an intimate moment with Jimin, but you can't dislike it at the same time.

"M-Minnie," your voice breaks down in a sob, letting your sweet boyfriend penetrate you solely because he wants to. When he's half-way in, he lets go of his cock to pass his arms around your waist, hugging from behind and kissing the burning skin of your face, damped by your tears.

"Shhh, you're being such a good girl right now," he coos, still pushing in and stretching out your cunt to the size of his girth. It burns, but you also clench around him, aroused by the way he's manhandling you. "My pretty baby..." He sings in your ear and you feel him smile, leaving soft and feathery kisses all over your skin that is exposed to him.

He whimpers when he's all in the way in your pussy, finally being where he belongs. You feel him exhale, his breath fanning across your face. He swallows hard before he picks up a comfortable pace, fucking his dick into you while keeping your back flushed against his chest.

"I want you with me forever, baby," he says in a low tone, so close to you that you feel every breath he takes. "Forever..." He repeats, so you don't forget, so you know he's really sincere.

You whine, the pleasure starting to mix in with the stinging pain. His arms circles you, keeps you safe and warm. Mentally, you feel great, maybe a little bit too much and that's why the tears keep flowing even though he's not hurting you anymore.

"I will, Minnie," you whisper back, making him groan. He likes hearing it from you, likes knowing you love him unconditionally, that you'd never question his feelings for you.

Why question when you're sure he'd kiss your fever away, dance with you and make you fall in love over and over again. There's no point in leaving when he's the only safe place you have, the only lover you'll ever have and the only person who would do anything for you. Leaving is not an option, not even conceivable when you know you'll never find someone better than him.

"You will? Oh, baby," he mewls, thrusting in your pussy slowly, at a rhythm that is almost agonizing, making you lose your mind. "I love you," he says painfully, holding you tighter. "Love you so much, you have no idea..." He mutters the last four words, rolling his hips against your ass, his cock sliding in just so perfectly.

You don't respond, but it doesn't bother Jimin. You don't have enough breath to answer anyway and you don't have all of your mind right now. He finds your clit and quickly circles it with his finger. You understand he's close and that he wants you to cum around him at the same time as him.

He buries his face into your hair, growling as his balls tighten the more he pounds into your pussy. "Shit," he breathes out, trying to control himself and to not cum too early, but he missed your cunt too much. "I'm gonna fill you up with my cum and you gonna take it like a good girl, okay, baby?" He instructs and you nod immediately, swallowing in a whine.

You moan loudly when your orgasm shoots through you, pussy contracting around Jimin's cock. It makes him moan too, deep and raspy, rocking his hips against your butt to reach his high as well. The overstimulation doesn't feel great, but you stay quiet, only whining from his hard thrusts.

You struggle to stand still on your legs, but he holds you to him with his strong arms and you place your hands over his that are resting on your belly. Your face is squished against the wall as Jimin fucks you restlessly.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," he announces hastily, and he does. A lot. You feel him filling you up with his seeds while he groans against your ear, making you roll your eyes into your head.

As he empties himself into your cunt, he keeps his pace, fucking his own cum into you. It gets messy really fast, dripping down your inner thighs that are close to each other since your pants are still hanging on over your thighs.

He has difficulty moving in you, so he pulls out, gripping his cock to stroke it angrily. He cums on your ass, white ropes falling on your bottom. You whimper, watching him over your shoulder milking himself dry above your butt. Small white beads come out of his tip, landing on you, and he's finally done, trying to catch his breath.

He raises his gaze up to you and his eyes are still red and puffy, like yours, eyelashes wet from your previous tears. He turns you around, making you face him, and he crashes his mouth on yours. Your tongues tangle together, he bites your lip, assaulting your flesh with his teeth. It's short, but feverish, as intense as the beating of your heart.

He ends the kiss, laying his forehead on yours. He looks in your eye, this simple exchange meaning everything, sealing both of your souls together. You are one once and for all.

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Do not ask for a part 2.

[cocotaetae13]

WIP

Hello my lovelies!

I haven't forgot about y'all, I'm working on Le Tigre as we speak and I hope to have it out soon!!

[cocotaetae13]

Shamelessly bringing this back up because I think it's my most popular story on here yet.

A Nyúl (M)

Pairing: Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,355

Summary: Giving in to your rabbit hybrid Jungkook sexually was never part of your plan. He was supposed to be a companion and nothing more. He wore you down eventually and as a hybrid owner you are responsible for the health of your companion right?

Warnings: unprotected sex, prone position, using actual rabbit mating behaviors for my own pleasure, M/C is kind of a cocksleeve this time tbh, of course JK is huge/ripped, very little plot, Is he my pet and or am I weird for wanting to fuck him trope.

“Oh fuck, Noona,” Jungkook gasps and throws his head back, strong fingers gripping your hips to keep your lower body flush with his as he grinds into you. 

You whimper with shaking hands clenching the sheets in response. The very first time was always the roughest. Jungkook’s lust overwhelmed him to the point of uncontrollable fervor, unable to stop snapping his hips into your heat until you’re nearly screaming. 

You were conflicted at first. You didn’t adopt Jungkook for sexual pleasure. You were actually looking for a kitten and not a hybrid at all. It was your friend who dragged you into the local hybrid shelter amongst the different species of companions. You were almost going to schedule a meet and greet with a very cute kitten hybrid when you just happened to make eye contact with a very large rabbit hybrid. All it took was a curious flick of one of his ears and a shy smile before you were completely enamored with him.

It took you several months of being subjected to Jungkook’s strange behavior changes before you understood he was responding to your body’s monthly cycle. The usually more independent bunny hybrid would become your shadow and you’d have to endure his big glistening eyes almost around every turn. After extensive research you dubbed this the Stalker Bun stage. 

When he would scent you around this time he’d be extra thorough; nibbling the skin of your neck with a death grip on your hips to keep you pressed against him until he was satisfied you were covered in his smell. You were so embarrassed at first at how his ministrations made you drip. You thought he didn’t know. You hoped he didn't know.

You were wrong. His onyx ears would quiver and he would breathe you in deeply when the sweet scent of your arousal hit him, igniting his blood and making it rush to his extremities. Before he could act any further he would rip himself away. He was afraid you’d reject him since you were his owner. He was too embarrassed to say anything for the same reason but his instinct to cage you in and mark up your body with his mouth until you were begging him to take you haunted his dreams every night. 

Between when you first brought him home up until now Jungkook grew a considerable amount in both height and muscle. What you didn’t know is the muscle he put on was due to his nearly constant need to fuck and suffering with no other outlet. He’d been chewing on your furniture, getting extreme mood swings, and even attempted to mount you. He even refused the first few female hybrids you brought to him once you figured out what was going on with him.

When he finally gave in the girl was in his room for a good 10 minutes before she stormed out with a, “thanks for nothing” glare. When you attempted to ask if she was ok she slung her bag over her shoulder and stuck a finger on your chest. 

“He can’t cum. He doesn’t want me.Take responsibility for your hybrid’s needs. You’re his very important person now so no one else is going to work. This isn’t healthy.”

So you did.

“Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,” he gasps as he leans over, the slick skin of his well-toned chest and abdomen touching your back with his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. He breathes harshly and isn’t at all shy about expressing his pleasure with soft moans and gasps. Tattooed fingers of one hand clench in the sheets near your face and he lets out melodious noise while the other slips between your thighs to draw firm circles onto your clit. You know he’s close from these tells so you spread your legs just a little more and dip your back to help him along. 

The first round during Jungkook’s ruts is treated as an intense warm up of sorts. Even though Jungkook recovers quickly,almost too quickly some days, each subsequent round is shorter but that doesn’t mean you’re not a drooling, quivering mess when he’s completely satisfied. 

“You feel so good, I don’t want to stop.” he pleads while speeding up.“Noona…I….fuck,...I can’t!” Goosebumps erupt all over your skin when you feel him nosing at your neck, silky hair tickling you. He’s going to bite.

You tilt your head to the side to give him more room to fit his mouth and he’s immediately there, sharp teeth locked onto the skin between your neck and shoulder and it makes you cry out. You know your neighbors can hear the sound of Jungkook’s impeccably strong thighs slapping against your backside with how hard he’s pounding you into the mattress now, caging you in beneath him with his larger frame, arms clamped tight around your body to both pin you to him as close as he can and keep you still. 

The bed protests and you groan when he gives one last sharp thrust and stills. His thick cock spills cum into you with each subsequent cant of his hips as he whimpers pathetically through his overwhelming pleasure. Instead of falling off of you he just collapses, hips still pumping, grip on your skin with his teeth and arms around your body keeping you immobile. Jungkook starts ending his thrusts with just the right amount of hip roll and it makes excitement light up all of your nerve endings. 

“You feel so good too, Jungkook,” you sob. He moans loudly after freeing your skin from his teeth, nuzzling the side of your head.

“Listen to the sound of us mixed together,” he says softly into your ear. Your body tingles and you clench at the sound. “Every time you do that I want to ruin you.” 

You clench again and lift your ass just a little so he hits just the right spot and clench, making your whole body jerk in pleasure with every brush of his hardness. He uses just three fingers this time to turn your brain to mush, index and ring to part your puffy lips and middle finger to send that final push you need to cum.

“Yes that’s it,” he whispers before he clenches his teeth. “Just like that, keep cumming, I’m going to fuck my kits into you tonight.”

Jungkook’s hips stop for just a moment so he can drown in the feeling of your spasms before he picks up where he left off, teeth at your neck again and you scream. Overwhelmed, you’re cumming yet unable to move freely and at the mercy of his decisions. This time both his thighs tremble with each stroke until he cums again with a loud moan, limbs locking up right before he topples off of you onto his side on the bed.  All you can do is turn your head to face him and watch him watching you try to catch your breath. 

He cuddles up to you as much as he can while pulling you to his side. Your lips quirk into a smile when you feel the muscles of one of his legs twitching, hips held tight with the effort not to thump. He’s fighting it. He’s embarrassed about it even now so you won’t bring it up and just keep this adorable memory to yourself. 

“Are you ok? Was I too rough?” His sparkling eyes open to regard yours.

“I’m fine.” You smile while shaking your head. You shudder when your lower lips clench in an attempt to keep his cum from flowing out of you but it’s futile. He lifts your chin for a sweet kiss and your body immediately relaxes into his. The feel of just how solid he is has more cum gushing out of you, holding back the urge to part your legs for him just yet. 

“You always do so well for me, I can’t wait to fill you up again.” Jungkook grins against your lips and slides his hands along your shoulders, over your waist before stopping at your hips. He’s already hard again.

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He aligns his cock with your entrance, swiping his tip through your wet folds, mixing his pre-cum with your natural arousal. You let a moan out of your mouth and open your legs wider for him. He growls at that, gripping your plushy thigh and sinking his nails into your skin. He leaves small crescent forms all over your flesh, a sign of his passing on you, a sign of propriety.

"This had to happen, sweetheart..." He tells you while he pushes in slowly, your pussy expanding as he forcefully enters you. You gasp, blinking to let the tears fall from your eyes down to your cheeks. "I'd like to say that I'm sorry, but- fuck," he curses when he's all the way in, your walls contracting around him. "I'm really not."

Your stomach tightens at that, body reacting to his words despite your will not to. He stays still, thighs trembling a little bit from the pleasure. He looks like he's in total bliss, blond strands of hair dangling in front of his sweet eyes, pupils fully dilated.

He locks your legs behind his back and you whine, the movement making him penetrate you deeper until his balls touch your ass. He whimpers and holds you against him, never letting you go even if you don't want to.

[cocotaetae13]

I never sent an ask before 😭, but I need to share my love for the last fic with you! 🫶🏻

It feels weird to have reached the end, like already!? But I gotta say that it was really good. I was so intrigued by Jungkook's part since the beginning, I knew he would be the end boss 😼

Can I say it ended simply (even though there was the apparition of the demon of demons! 😳) ? I mean it in the best way possible because I love how it ended! I just feel like OC and the boys (despite their hatred for each other 🤣) got attached... They've been through a lot and Jungkook still has kind of a special bound with her after all. True enemies to lovers (the "lovers" hasn't happened yet, but I believe that after her becoming their personal sex slave, dare I say 🫣, it will eventually happen). It was the perfect ending, truly.

I like how despite her own will she literally became addicted to them! 🤭 The kneeling part!? Waah, you blessed my soul because I can't resist that kind of stuff 🥹 She'll be named Seven, I assume? Call me weird, but I find this so cute!

Honestly, bravo! Writing a series takes a lot of time and energy and it's something not a lot of people can do. I understand that you may not continue it, except for little drabbles and requests and I want to say that it's totally okay 🥰 Creativity needs to be explored and I wish you to have plenty inspiration to start something new!

I talk a lot, but I can't say less! Have a good day, mwah 💋 xox

WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WITH THIS?! Peachy! May I call you Peachy?

PEACHY!

I did originally plan for Namjoon to be the final boss but I thought it'd be more interesting if she said fuck this and tried to take Jungkook's soul. I was totally sweating whether or not the ending would be received well but I wanted to have it sort of open for me to be able to do more with them later. Possibly take requests even to explore the enemies to lovers part, that's a brilliant idea!!

Yes! Jungkook's bond with her is special since he promised her his soul. I wanted to portray the idea you connect yourself with the demon you make a deal with, I'm glad you saw that! The others as well, like finally coming to terms with your inner demon that's been making your life miserable for so long.

I'm so glad you find the name Seven cute because, SAME! I thought it would be a fitting name to solidify the fact that MC is owned by the group and Jungkook is a little shit lol.

Thank you so much for the well wishes I appreciate you taking the time to send me this ask!! I'm so pumped to share more of my ideas with you all.

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A Deal's A Deal: Jungkook (M)

Warnings: Demon behavior. Smut. Baseless allegations to further the plot. unprotected sex, prone position, girl on top, questionable consent practices

Word Count: A little over 5k

Summary: Jungkook is the final boss.

A/N: We're here! We made it! We did it! Thank you all for the likes, comments, reblogs, and messages. I was originally planning on releasing this and something else I've been working on at the same time but then I thought nah. Thanks again for taking the time to read my story <3

A skinny teenage boy with a baby face sits alone crying his eyes out, hiding behind a building.  Big, fat tears roll down his cheeks as he struggles to keep it together. He’d just heard the worst thing in his entire life and he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to do anything about it.  His good friend Hoseok wanted to leave their group and despite all of the begging and convincing Jungkook had done, it didn’t look like Hoseok was going to change his mind.

“I’ll do anything, whatever you want, just stay!” He sobs. The despair of this young boy is like music to your ears. “Please!”

“My, my, my what could cause a young one such as you so much sorrow?” Carefully you show yourself.

“Who are you?” Jungkook backs away slowly.

“Someone who can help you.” You answer smoothly. “Think of me as a genie.”

“You don’t look like a genie, you look like…a foreigner.” He seems confused.

“You’re very bright,” You smile. “I’m not from here.” 

“Where are you from?” His big watery eyes look over you curiously.

“Somewhere far away.” You giggle. You’ve hidden your true appearance so you don’t scare him off. The opportunity is too good to pass up. It wouldn’t be hard at all to get a deal from this scrawny kid. Surely he’ll wish for something short-lived and you’ll quickly be able to get his soul and move on. 

“You’re a genie?”

“I’m very much like a genie. It sounds like you have a wish you need granted. I’d love to do that for you.” You move closer and sit next to him on the stairs, smiling into his face sweetly. 

“I don’t know…” He bites his lip skeptically. “How can I believe you?”

“Would you like to see some of my magic?”

He nods and wipes his eyes clean with a sniffle. You lift a hand, palm up and conjure a small ball of fire hovering above it. 

“Ok, give me your hand.”

“My what?!”

“Give me your hand. I’m going to give you the fireball. Don’t worry it won’t burn you.”

“O-Ok.” He holds his hand out and you gently slide the fireball from your hand to his, ignoring the temptation to allow it to drop into his palm and severely burn him. You do actually want his soul after all. He stares at it in wonder, the ball of fire slowly burning itself out just above his palm and reflecting in his glassy eyes.

“See?”

“You really do have magic!” he gasps. “Can you really grant my wish?” 

“Of course.” You laugh softly. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

Jungkook’s gaze leaves your face and drops to the ground, his lips pulling down into a frown as his current situation comes crashing back down on him again. “I’m a trainee in a group. We’re working really, really hard to debut as an idol group but one of our members wants to leave. He won’t say why and he’s really adamant about it. I tried talking to him multiple times to convince him to stay but it doesn’t sound like he’s interested at all. If he leaves I know we won’t debut and we’ll all separate. I don’t want that to happen to us.”

“I see…that does sound really hard. I'm sorry you’re going through this.” You tut. “I can definitely help you though. But you’ll have to help me too.”

“You need my help?” he blinks in confusion. “You’re a genie, how can I help you? Do you need me to wish for your freedom from the lamp or something?”

“No, nothing like that!” You laugh. “We’ll make a deal. I’ll make sure your group stays together and becomes successful at any cost, if at the end of your life you allow your soul to stay with me.”

Jungkook sits and stares for a long moment without saying anything. “My soul? You want our souls to be…together when I die? What does that mean?”

“It’s a lonely life being a genie.” You pout. “Nobody really cares about you other than what they can get from you. Then after they’ve made their wish they throw you away. I don’t have any friends…I think you and I would have a great time together for eternity.”

“You don’t know my name, how can you say that?” 

You pause. Little shit. “Well, Jungkook, it’s ok if you don’t want to make a deal with me. I just thought I’d let you know the terms. I showed you my magic so you would have faith in me and my powers. I came to you because you needed help and I can help you. You just have to trust me.”

“I…want to trust you, but I never told you my name.” 

You sigh. “You don’t remember? When I called you a young one you corrected me and said, ‘My name is Jungkook!’ very sternly. I thought you were going to scold me at first.”

Jungkook looks confused. “Oh…ok.” 

“Tell you what, I’ll even stick by and make sure I fulfill your wish. You can hold me accountable! If for any reason your group doesn’t make it or splits up then our deal is off.”

Jungkook goes quiet for a moment as if considering your words. The look on his face shows you he’s seriously considering what you’re saying. You start to wonder if there’s something you could add to sweeten the deal or if you should say more to try and convince him this is a good idea. Instead you stay quiet and let him think.

“I really, really want this.” Jungkook says finally. “You have a deal.” 

“Wonderful!” You clap. “Now usually, we’d seal the deal with a kiss but I don’t want you to fall for me so let’s settle for a kiss on the cheek.” 

“I-w-what?” He sputters, blushing furiously. Before he can change his mind you lean over and kiss him on the cheek, nearly sending him into orbit. He touches his cheek gingerly and can’t stop the blush from spreading up to his hairline and down his neck. 

Once the deal is sealed you give him a moment to get himself together, closing your eyes with a sigh at the feeling of the connection between you and Jungkook starting. Your body tingles with the taste of his sadness as you take a little bit of a snack from him. He seems lost in space when you stand up and face him while putting your hands on your hips. 

“Ok. As promised, your friend no longer wants to leave the group.” You smirk.

“That’s it?” He blinks, snapping out of his reverie. “That fast?” 

“Don’t doubt my powers!” You snicker. “Hoseok isn’t going anywhere, and I’ll be by your side until the very end of your life to ensure your success.” 

“Thank you, you’re the best genie I’ve ever heard of!” Jungkook is on his feet in an instant and hauling ass up the stairs to go back into the building he’d originally fled from. 

When you’re sure he’s gone your visage of a beautiful older woman melts away into your demon form just before you disappear to follow him inside the building. 

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“Good morning Jungkookie.” You say sweetly. 

Jungkook looks up at you in horror, not sure if this is a really bad dream or if he’s really awakened to you sitting on his lap. Your dangerous-looking horns are out and on display and you really don’t look all that happy to see him. He then tries not to show any fear on his face while his mind races to catch up to the present. You were supposed to be with Namjoon right now, not with him. He flinches when you lean over and gently stroke his cheek with the back of your hand.

“It’s ok Jungkookie, it’s just us now. Just like the very beginning.” You grin. 

“Back when you lied to me about being a genie?” He snaps.

“To be fair I never told you I was a genie, I said I was similar to a genie. I know it was a long time ago so your memory isn’t as good as it should be. Maybe lay off all the highballs for a little bit.” You snicker.

“What do you want?”

“Your soul. And for some reason, your dick, but I’m going to ignore that for now in favor of maybe some answers.” You mutter. It was true, you could feel him under his sweats and you were increasingly becoming aware of the urge to rock your hips against him to see what he would do. There’s a growing need to have him in your mouth at the back of your mind as well, very intrusive thoughts you were going to push down. 

“Namjoon-hyung didn’t give you all the answers you wanted yet?” He smirks. 

Little shit. You narrow your eyes. “Your phone broke when he tried to call you to warn you I was coming.” 

You let him up when he shoots up to grab it off the coffee table but finds it on the floor in pieces. Kicking back with your feet up you feel a little better at the distraught look on his face while he picks the pieces up. You should have ground it to dust instead. Next time. 

“We’ve been together for a very long time, haven’t we?” You roll onto your stomach and cross your ankles, watching him move about his apartment to clean up the mess. 

“Too long. Getting rid of you would be really nice.” 

“You’re so mean to me lately!” You fake cry. “First you trap me with this stupid spell, now you’re telling me our time together hasn’t been pleasant?”

“It’s been hell actually Watching you torture my brothers all of this time. That’s the part I didn’t agree to.”

“There are casualties in war, Jungkook.” You say simply.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” He looks down at the crumbled pieces of his phone in his hands with a pout. “The torture wasn’t what I wished for.”

“Maybe if you’d been a little more careful and didn’t trust a demon in the first place we wouldn’t be here.”  You don’t feel like arguing this point with him again but you will for the sake of poking fun and irritating him. There is this nagging sensation at the back of your mind that something is missing. You’re starting to crave something you can’t put your finger on and the need for it is growing every minute.

You don’t hear his response because you’re so distracted by your own thoughts. He must be going on about the things you’ve done to him over the years but what did he honestly expect from a demon? Peace? He couldn’t blame you for everything that happened to him though. Surely he could take some responsibility for wanting to become a singer and being warned about the dangers, frustrations, and disappointments that can come with the career. But none of that matters now, your mind is giving in to the intrusive thoughts and you can’t help giving in to their strong influence.

The couch smells like him. That makes sense since it’s in his apartment which also smells like him, and he was just on it. With that thought in mind it’s almost as though you black out because when you come to again and become aware, you’re rubbing yourself like a cat in heat against the fading warmth his body left behind. You go to push yourself up and away from the cushion and are met with someone’s solid body instead. Not just someone’s.

“Don’t stop on my account.” You can hear the amusement in his voice and you bristle. You want to retort something but he wraps his arm around your middle, long fingers sliding under your dress and resting over your lower belly. “It’s kinda hot y’know.”

Now’s my chance. Jungkook thinks to himself. 

That was something you didn’t need to hear. It makes your blood rush and starts a warmth in your gut that spreads through your whole body. It causes your mind to race with thoughts of being fucked right here on this couch by Jungkook until you’re sticky and dripping and can’t move anymore. You want it. You want it really badly. 

You spread your legs for him so you can show him your intent even though his fingers don’t move any lower. Those tattooed fingers should be buried inside you, his other set of fingers should be twisting your nipple or even better in your mouth while he tells you the filthiest of his fantasies. Shivering and too caught up in your own thoughts, you don’t notice the pattern Jungkook is drawing into your skin.

“Just fuck me already.” You demand, unable to keep yourself upright at this point you want him inside you so badly. 

Jungkook enters you roughly after shoving you face down on the couch, bracing himself on his hands with a loud groan. Your nerve endings tingle and the feeling of him filling you so deliciously has your muscles relaxing immediately.  This is what you’ve been itching to get since the moment you got here. From the second you felt him through his sweats you knew you were either going to have him messing up your throat or your guts.

“You’re still soaking wet,” He murmurs, his pace languid and deep. “Was Namjoon-hyung not enough for you?”

“He only fucked my throat.” You hiss, nails digging into the cushion below you. You’ve watched Jungkook fuck many times, ready to jump in at any moment and ruin it for him, knowing this was his signature move. You’d even made him cry from embarrassment early on because he thought his dick didn’t work properly. But now he was rolling his hips like the seasoned dancer he is and it has your toes curling and your voice coming out in cries you were normally too proud to share.  That has your thoughts wandering to suspicion due to the unfamiliar but Jungkook grunts and shifts his stance, hitting your spot deliciously and you’re thrown back into the present. 

“Jungkook,” You moan finally, completely forgetting yourself. He sits back on his heels and reaches into your hair, wrapping his hand into your locks to pull your head back. “Fuck!”

The sounds you’re making now would normally make you feel enraged at your show of weakness. Allowing a human to know you’re feeling this much pleasure from them is absurd. In fact, that thought starts to make anger bubble at the back of your mind and the haze over your vision starts to clear, making you clamp your mouth shut and reduce your sounds to muted whimpers. 

You shudder when you feel the cool metal of his lip ring at your ear. “I’m going to cum inside you, then I’m going to abuse that witty throat until I cum again.” He pants. You squeeze your thighs together, trapping him between your thighs to give him more friction as he moves, then bear down with a shaky sigh. “Oh, you really like the idea of that?”

“Yes,” You moan. “You feel so fucking good Jungkook.” 

“I know,” he says cockily. “Your whole body is showing me.”

There isn’t a chance for you to think of something sarcastic to retort, he spreads her ass so he can watch your filthy cunt swallow him whole, then clench around him as if to prevent him from pulling away. He almost loses himself in the sensation, head falling back with a loud groan and ready to just make your vile body want nothing more than him, but his pride as a man has him holding off from cumming right now. 

Impatient, you push back against his rhythm so he sinks in you deeper and you actually drool a little. All you can think about is Jungkook’s cock messing up your insides. This isn’t enough. This position isn’t giving you every bit of him. It is when this thought hits you feel actual tears stinging your eyes because you aren’t sure how to get more of him inside you. He isn’t even trying to go balls deep and it’s frustrating, you want it. You want more. He slips out and you actually cry out at the insult of the situation.  You have to take control.

“On your back!” You say quickly, sitting up before he can shove himself back in you. He blinks at you, glistening cock in hand for only a brief moment before he follows your instructions, even being so kind as to hold himself up for you to slide down on. You heave a sigh of relief when you’re fully seated and rock your hips experimentally. As expected Jungkook is quick to put his hands on your waist, plant his heels into the couch for stability, and pummel you from below. 

This is what you needed. The feeling has you lost in him immediately. You have to hold on to his muscular upper arms to keep yourself upright because you want to curl in on yourself and let go. But you have to keep some semblance of control over this human, your human whose soul you’ve been promised, who is also fucking the daylights out of you right now. You let out a noise of protest when he slaps your hands away and pins your arms to your sides without stopping his brutal pace, forcing you to bite your tongue until it bleeds so you don’t give him the satisfaction of hearing the sounds of your pleasure.

As soon as you start to feel the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching there’s a burning sensation at your lower belly. It’s significant enough to give you pause and you open your eyes in an attempt to see what the hell is causing that feeling. Instead you’re met with the sight of Jungkook’s handsome face, eyes clenched shut and eyebrows furrowed in concentration but mouth parted with his harsh breaths. You lose yourself again and whimper when his eyes open and he gives you his sweet smile before it turns cocky as if he knows the turmoil you’re experiencing. 

“Jungkook,” You whimper, suddenly overcome with an emotion you can’t describe. Something you can’t put into words but feels like it’s about to burst out of your body without your control. The burning sensation spreads like vines through your veins, an orgasm you’ve been attempting to keep at bay building with it, finally releasing like an explosion through your entire body. Jungkook reaches up and pulls you down on top of him, fingers clenching your hips while you flood his cock as you’re clenching involuntarily. 

“Ah fuck!” Jungkook cries, grinding himself up into you as deeply as he can, setting off a chain reaction as soon as he fills you up, causing you to rip yourself from his grasp and sit up before you can stop him from cumming. 

You lift yourself off of him and watch his cock wetly slap against his thigh, still trembling from your own orgasm. Jungkook blinks up at you lazily and as soon as you meet his gaze all you can think about is going again. Maybe at the window next. You wet your lower lip and open your mouth to speak when pain shoots up your spine and makes your back jerk straight, head to the sky. You feel your eyes bleed black and your teeth grow sharp without your control as the pain flows from your spine to the middle of your chest. Jungkook realizes as you writhe in pain that perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to let you be on top while the spell is completing. 

The pain is gone almost as soon as it starts but there’s a steady burning sensation at your lower belly. It’s the same spot Yoongi and Jungkook both touched. You give Jungkook a glare before glancing down and finding your skin branded with the Roman Numeral…for seven. 

“It’s complete! You’re finally ours, demon.” Jungkook grins devilishly. 

Jungkook’s victorious smirk falls when, after staring at him for a second, you reach forward and put your hand through his chest  and grip his heart. His whole body jerks in response and he grabs your wrist with a weak cry. 

“What have you done to me?” You growl, bringing your face closer to his. “What is this?!” 

Tears fill his round eyes and he can only groan in pain when you shift. Though he isn’t hard anymore, he still feels warm and thick against your inner thigh. You falter in thinking about killing him in favor of imagining getting him hard again for a second round.

You glance at the floor to ceiling window nearby, covered in a heavy blackout curtain and imagine Jungkook taking you against the glass where anyone at a similar level could see. Or would he crush you against the wall with his hands under your knees, pushing your legs up and baring you to him entirely? 

Jungkook sighs in pain when your grip loosens because your train of thought involves keeping him alive. Weakly he tugs at your wrist and it snaps you from your thoughts. His breath catches in his throat again when you clench your fingers and pull, feeling the first tethers of his soul ripping from their attachment to his body. You were taking this soul by force and nothing was going to stop you!

“S-stop,” Jungkook cries and coughs. He was surely suffering during this but you didn’t care. You were sick of their bullshit and now they’ve gone ahead and done something to your body! Your anger is flushing out the thoughts of fucking him again though they stay intrusive and nagging, begging you to let go of his soul, get him hard, and sit on his cock again. 

“We had a deal, Jungkook!” You seethe through clenched teeth. Now comes the hard task of separating the soul from his body without damaging it. The things can be so fragile if you damage them they don’t taste as good. You’ve been waiting so long for this soul it must come out perfectly.

There’s a loud crackling sound and then a boom followed by thick, black smoke filling the room. It’s the tell-tale arrival of a higher-born demon. Why they’d be here right now is a mystery to you, so you stay still, body still covered in a layer of sweat from fucking Jungkook. You twist your hand in his chest and he whimpers in pain, weakly holding onto your wrist in an attempt to get you to stop. 

“Release the human, Y/N.” A familiar voice booms in your head. You freeze in horror, immediately letting Jungkook’s soul go. He collapses against the couch, coughing and trying to catch his breath while clutching his chest. 

The smoke clears and you choke on your own breath when your superior stands before you looking none too pleased. Her tail whips out and wraps around your throat, lifting you off of Jungkook and dangles you in the air like a rag doll. Your legs kick futilely in the air as you pull at the iron-clad grip she has around your neck. 

Against your will you shudder and whine at the feeling of Jungkook’s release coming out of you. You wanted it to stay so you could show him later how good you were at keeping it inside, maybe pushing it out of you while he watched. The thought overwhelms you suddenly and all you can think about is riding Jungkook again until he spills himself in you again and again, hands gripping your waist, your arms, your breasts, whatever he can get his hands on as his eyes go glassy. 

“Filthy, just look at you.” The higher-demon spits in displeasure. She looks at you with crimson eyes wrinkled in distaste. “You reek of human lust.”

You gasp as you continue to be lost in your own head of the thought of Jungkook taking you again, right in front of this higher demon. You’d let him if he wanted. Maybe the others would come, worried about whether Jungkook was still alive or not and you could have them run a train on you. Seven beautiful cocks taking turns scrambling up your insides until you’re so weak you can’t stand any longer. What would that be like? You clench your thighs together and tremble.

Jungkook finally sits up, looking pale and weak. With shaking hands he manages to pull himself together and get to the corner of his couch, curling up to try and look small and non-threatening to the second entity in his home. How was he going to get out of this if you were suddenly axed by this thing and it came after him next? 

“You’ve fucked up again Y/N, much more than before however. How did you think you were going to get away with this one?” The higher demon gives you a rough shake and you grimace. 

When you open your mouth to speak your superior’s tail tightens around your throat so much it makes you gurgle and you realize they’re not here to hear any excuses you may have. You’ve royally fucked up trying to kill Jungkook.

“You’ve broken your deal by trying to kill your human and take the soul. That’s not very organic of you.” The higher demon’s skin melts into her human form. She appears as a stern looking woman with her hair pinned up in a tight bun. Her horns curl from the sides of her head and behind her pointed ears. Her tail remains wrapped tightly around your throat. Of course it had to be Dain. “I should destroy you right now.”

Jungkook involuntarily whimpers and then nearly passes out in fear when Dain’s crimson gaze shifts from you to him. His body trembles in fear because there’s no way out of this for him. He was just saved by another demon who could end him just as quickly as you almost did and there was no saving him at this point. 

“Don’t worry human, you are safe while I am here. I am only here to punish this one.” Dain smiles in an attempt to calm his nerves but her smile is so terrifying it does the opposite. All of her teeth look razor sharp and her smile spreads entirely too much for it to be comforting or believable. Jungkook stares and is unable to respond. “Hm…perhaps this smile is not to your liking. No matter, my business is with you Y/N.”

“He…broke the deal first.” Your fingers uselessly scramble for purchase against Dain’s tail. “They’ve done something to me! Look! Look what they’ve carved into me!”

“What they’ve done is saved your stupid hide.” Dain spits. “Do you know how many deals we’ve had to miss out on thanks to your fuckery? No idol trainees want to work with us anymore because of the…unlucky road these humans have had. We have you to blame for that. One of our bottom lines has been cut off and that leaves hungry, angry demons Y/N. Then you have the audacity to try and steal the soul you’re bonded to before its time? You deserve the worst punishment I can think of.”

If you could, you'd swallow. Dain’s punishments brought some of the toughest demons to their knees begging to be destroyed. What you didn’t understand is what was holding her back from punishing you.

Dain sighs. “You are no longer my problem. You no longer have a deal with this human.”

“What!? I’ve been working on this for years! What do you mean-

“If you’d been successful stealing the soul perhaps I’d have overlooked your stupidity.” Dain mutters. “However you’ve managed to become the servant of these humans. You have lost your power and we no longer have any business with each other.” 

“I haven’t!” You plead. Your worst nightmare is coming true. Is that what has been happening to you this entire time? The fucks have managed to find a way to make you their servant for eternity and you played right into their greedy hands the entire time? You grip your head in disbelief and feel the bile rising in your throat.  “I haven’t!”

Dain scowls and lifts her hand before snapping. “The deal is done. May you suffer for eternity in the servitude of these humans.” 

Dain’s tail drops you to the floor in a heap and you find yourself unable to move in shock. You’d lost. Namjoon had helped them all outsmart you and you were too hellbent on feeding to notice. A disgrace to demons of your caliber, you can only wonder what the rest of your life was going to be like. Your immediate thoughts are filled with the flashbacks of having your back thrown out in every way possible by each member and to your chagrin you shiver in anticipation.

“Disgusting.” Dain spits. “She is all yours now, human.” Dain disappears with a loud crackle and a cloud of smoke though the room was darkened before Dain’s entrance made it truly black. You doubt you’ll ever see her again which is kind of a good thing.  

You put a hand to your mouth in wonder as you take stock of how different your body feels. You no longer feel comfortable in your skin. It feels as though you’ve been popped into a different body entirely. There’s no power flowing through your veins or deep within you being held back for future use. All you can feel is the constant thrumming of your own arousal deep within your belly as the mixture of Jungkook’s release and your own continues its way out of you. 

“Are you ok?” 

“Fuck off Jungkook.” You seethe, sitting up when he does. You eye him warily. “I see you’ve gotten your confidence back now that Dain is gone.”

“You aren’t a threat to us anymore.” He smirks, crouching down and taking your chin in his hand so you look into his eyes. “Be nice.”

“Whatever you say, Jungkook.” You chirp cheerfully and then gasp. To your horror the weight at your neck hasn’t left, if anything it has become even heavier. 

He’s tucked himself back into his sweats but your eyes are zoned in where his cock would be resting, tempted to just reach forward and take him out again. He did mention cumming down your throat, surely he still plans on doing it?  You wet your lips and gaze up with big eyes at his face, fingers clenching into the flooring when the corner of his lips lifts in a smirk but he doesn’t otherwise respond right away. Was he really going to deny you this? 

He doesn’t say anything and pulls another phone from his pocket before sitting back on the couch. You’re quick to follow him on hands and knees without a second thought, sitting on your legs between his and resting your cheek on his muscular thigh. At the back of your mind you were screaming for him to touch you more, give you some sort of affection that would slow down the arousal that was starting to drive you mad. Was he going to expect you to sit here like some good little pet while he had a nice chat on the phone?!

“Hyung, it’s done.” Jungkook grins, running a finger along your jawline. You nuzzle your cheek into his thigh and close your eyes with a sigh of content. “The deal’s over and we got her.”

“I was worried we’d fucked up for a second there.” Namjoon sighs, running a hand through his hair and falling back onto his couch. He did have a back up plan in case this one failed but he was hoping he wouldn’t have to go through with it if it came to it. 

“Jungkook,” You whine. He hushes you by pressing a thumb between your lips and you suck on it greedily, wanting nothing more than to show him how well you could please him if he would just slide those damn sweats down a little. You didn’t care who he was talking to at the moment.  Just like Namjoon had said originally, they were able to change you into another sort of entity entirely. You were going to exist in a constant state of arousal only to be quenched by a member and only temporarily. You were going to live for them only and relish every second of it.

“Hey Hyung, what do you think of the name Seven?”

Prologue Jimin J-Hope Taehyung Yoongi Jin Namjoon

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Ooh Jk's part is so good! Her desperation omg. I was surprised that she tried to take his soul! I didn't think another demon would appear! It's so humiliating and hot that she's kinda resisting in her mind but can't actually resist them. Her sitting at his feet omg. Ahh I want to see more of this fic now that she is fully owned by them.

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I was sweating a bit on this one ngl lol. Oh yes, another demon had to come because there are rules and regulations to these things! If the order is being disturbed that can cause some heat from outside forces the demons don't want so they have to be careful. She was so desperate to get out of the situation she was willing to risk it all by just taking the soul and saying fuck it to the deal man. It was really fun writing the resistance to them and breaking her down slowly hehe.

You never know, I may do requests for this universe in the future! I've got some other stories up my sleeve but after that I may be tapped out on ideas and will need all of your help!

Thank you so much for reading and messaging me Dark-Heart Anonie<3

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A Deal's A Deal: Jungkook (M)

Warnings: Demon behavior. Smut. Baseless allegations to further the plot. unprotected sex, prone position, girl on top, questionable consent practices

Word Count: A little over 5k

Summary: Jungkook is the final boss.

A/N: We're here! We made it! We did it! Thank you all for the likes, comments, reblogs, and messages. I was originally planning on releasing this and something else I've been working on at the same time but then I thought nah. Thanks again for taking the time to read my story <3

A skinny teenage boy with a baby face sits alone crying his eyes out, hiding behind a building.  Big, fat tears roll down his cheeks as he struggles to keep it together. He’d just heard the worst thing in his entire life and he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to do anything about it.  His good friend Hoseok wanted to leave their group and despite all of the begging and convincing Jungkook had done, it didn’t look like Hoseok was going to change his mind.

“I’ll do anything, whatever you want, just stay!” He sobs. The despair of this young boy is like music to your ears. “Please!”

“My, my, my what could cause a young one such as you so much sorrow?” Carefully you show yourself.

“Who are you?” Jungkook backs away slowly.

“Someone who can help you.” You answer smoothly. “Think of me as a genie.”

“You don’t look like a genie, you look like…a foreigner.” He seems confused.

“You’re very bright,” You smile. “I’m not from here.” 

“Where are you from?” His big watery eyes look over you curiously.

“Somewhere far away.” You giggle. You’ve hidden your true appearance so you don’t scare him off. The opportunity is too good to pass up. It wouldn’t be hard at all to get a deal from this scrawny kid. Surely he’ll wish for something short-lived and you’ll quickly be able to get his soul and move on. 

“You’re a genie?”

“I’m very much like a genie. It sounds like you have a wish you need granted. I’d love to do that for you.” You move closer and sit next to him on the stairs, smiling into his face sweetly. 

“I don’t know…” He bites his lip skeptically. “How can I believe you?”

“Would you like to see some of my magic?”

He nods and wipes his eyes clean with a sniffle. You lift a hand, palm up and conjure a small ball of fire hovering above it. 

“Ok, give me your hand.”

“My what?!”

“Give me your hand. I’m going to give you the fireball. Don’t worry it won’t burn you.”

“O-Ok.” He holds his hand out and you gently slide the fireball from your hand to his, ignoring the temptation to allow it to drop into his palm and severely burn him. You do actually want his soul after all. He stares at it in wonder, the ball of fire slowly burning itself out just above his palm and reflecting in his glassy eyes.

“See?”

“You really do have magic!” he gasps. “Can you really grant my wish?” 

“Of course.” You laugh softly. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

Jungkook’s gaze leaves your face and drops to the ground, his lips pulling down into a frown as his current situation comes crashing back down on him again. “I’m a trainee in a group. We’re working really, really hard to debut as an idol group but one of our members wants to leave. He won’t say why and he’s really adamant about it. I tried talking to him multiple times to convince him to stay but it doesn’t sound like he’s interested at all. If he leaves I know we won’t debut and we’ll all separate. I don’t want that to happen to us.”

“I see…that does sound really hard. I'm sorry you’re going through this.” You tut. “I can definitely help you though. But you’ll have to help me too.”

“You need my help?” he blinks in confusion. “You’re a genie, how can I help you? Do you need me to wish for your freedom from the lamp or something?”

“No, nothing like that!” You laugh. “We’ll make a deal. I’ll make sure your group stays together and becomes successful at any cost, if at the end of your life you allow your soul to stay with me.”

Jungkook sits and stares for a long moment without saying anything. “My soul? You want our souls to be…together when I die? What does that mean?”

“It’s a lonely life being a genie.” You pout. “Nobody really cares about you other than what they can get from you. Then after they’ve made their wish they throw you away. I don’t have any friends…I think you and I would have a great time together for eternity.”

“You don’t know my name, how can you say that?” 

You pause. Little shit. “Well, Jungkook, it’s ok if you don’t want to make a deal with me. I just thought I’d let you know the terms. I showed you my magic so you would have faith in me and my powers. I came to you because you needed help and I can help you. You just have to trust me.”

“I…want to trust you, but I never told you my name.” 

You sigh. “You don’t remember? When I called you a young one you corrected me and said, ‘My name is Jungkook!’ very sternly. I thought you were going to scold me at first.”

Jungkook looks confused. “Oh…ok.” 

“Tell you what, I’ll even stick by and make sure I fulfill your wish. You can hold me accountable! If for any reason your group doesn’t make it or splits up then our deal is off.”

Jungkook goes quiet for a moment as if considering your words. The look on his face shows you he’s seriously considering what you’re saying. You start to wonder if there’s something you could add to sweeten the deal or if you should say more to try and convince him this is a good idea. Instead you stay quiet and let him think.

“I really, really want this.” Jungkook says finally. “You have a deal.” 

“Wonderful!” You clap. “Now usually, we’d seal the deal with a kiss but I don’t want you to fall for me so let’s settle for a kiss on the cheek.” 

“I-w-what?” He sputters, blushing furiously. Before he can change his mind you lean over and kiss him on the cheek, nearly sending him into orbit. He touches his cheek gingerly and can’t stop the blush from spreading up to his hairline and down his neck. 

Once the deal is sealed you give him a moment to get himself together, closing your eyes with a sigh at the feeling of the connection between you and Jungkook starting. Your body tingles with the taste of his sadness as you take a little bit of a snack from him. He seems lost in space when you stand up and face him while putting your hands on your hips. 

“Ok. As promised, your friend no longer wants to leave the group.” You smirk.

“That’s it?” He blinks, snapping out of his reverie. “That fast?” 

“Don’t doubt my powers!” You snicker. “Hoseok isn’t going anywhere, and I’ll be by your side until the very end of your life to ensure your success.” 

“Thank you, you’re the best genie I’ve ever heard of!” Jungkook is on his feet in an instant and hauling ass up the stairs to go back into the building he’d originally fled from. 

When you’re sure he’s gone your visage of a beautiful older woman melts away into your demon form just before you disappear to follow him inside the building. 

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

“Good morning Jungkookie.” You say sweetly. 

Jungkook looks up at you in horror, not sure if this is a really bad dream or if he’s really awakened to you sitting on his lap. Your dangerous-looking horns are out and on display and you really don’t look all that happy to see him. He then tries not to show any fear on his face while his mind races to catch up to the present. You were supposed to be with Namjoon right now, not with him. He flinches when you lean over and gently stroke his cheek with the back of your hand.

“It’s ok Jungkookie, it’s just us now. Just like the very beginning.” You grin. 

“Back when you lied to me about being a genie?” He snaps.

“To be fair I never told you I was a genie, I said I was similar to a genie. I know it was a long time ago so your memory isn’t as good as it should be. Maybe lay off all the highballs for a little bit.” You snicker.

“What do you want?”

“Your soul. And for some reason, your dick, but I’m going to ignore that for now in favor of maybe some answers.” You mutter. It was true, you could feel him under his sweats and you were increasingly becoming aware of the urge to rock your hips against him to see what he would do. There’s a growing need to have him in your mouth at the back of your mind as well, very intrusive thoughts you were going to push down. 

“Namjoon-hyung didn’t give you all the answers you wanted yet?” He smirks. 

Little shit. You narrow your eyes. “Your phone broke when he tried to call you to warn you I was coming.” 

You let him up when he shoots up to grab it off the coffee table but finds it on the floor in pieces. Kicking back with your feet up you feel a little better at the distraught look on his face while he picks the pieces up. You should have ground it to dust instead. Next time. 

“We’ve been together for a very long time, haven’t we?” You roll onto your stomach and cross your ankles, watching him move about his apartment to clean up the mess. 

“Too long. Getting rid of you would be really nice.” 

“You’re so mean to me lately!” You fake cry. “First you trap me with this stupid spell, now you’re telling me our time together hasn’t been pleasant?”

“It’s been hell actually Watching you torture my brothers all of this time. That’s the part I didn’t agree to.”

“There are casualties in war, Jungkook.” You say simply.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” He looks down at the crumbled pieces of his phone in his hands with a pout. “The torture wasn’t what I wished for.”

“Maybe if you’d been a little more careful and didn’t trust a demon in the first place we wouldn’t be here.”  You don’t feel like arguing this point with him again but you will for the sake of poking fun and irritating him. There is this nagging sensation at the back of your mind that something is missing. You’re starting to crave something you can’t put your finger on and the need for it is growing every minute.

You don’t hear his response because you’re so distracted by your own thoughts. He must be going on about the things you’ve done to him over the years but what did he honestly expect from a demon? Peace? He couldn’t blame you for everything that happened to him though. Surely he could take some responsibility for wanting to become a singer and being warned about the dangers, frustrations, and disappointments that can come with the career. But none of that matters now, your mind is giving in to the intrusive thoughts and you can’t help giving in to their strong influence.

The couch smells like him. That makes sense since it’s in his apartment which also smells like him, and he was just on it. With that thought in mind it’s almost as though you black out because when you come to again and become aware, you’re rubbing yourself like a cat in heat against the fading warmth his body left behind. You go to push yourself up and away from the cushion and are met with someone’s solid body instead. Not just someone’s.

“Don’t stop on my account.” You can hear the amusement in his voice and you bristle. You want to retort something but he wraps his arm around your middle, long fingers sliding under your dress and resting over your lower belly. “It’s kinda hot y’know.”

Now’s my chance. Jungkook thinks to himself. 

That was something you didn’t need to hear. It makes your blood rush and starts a warmth in your gut that spreads through your whole body. It causes your mind to race with thoughts of being fucked right here on this couch by Jungkook until you’re sticky and dripping and can’t move anymore. You want it. You want it really badly. 

You spread your legs for him so you can show him your intent even though his fingers don’t move any lower. Those tattooed fingers should be buried inside you, his other set of fingers should be twisting your nipple or even better in your mouth while he tells you the filthiest of his fantasies. Shivering and too caught up in your own thoughts, you don’t notice the pattern Jungkook is drawing into your skin.

“Just fuck me already.” You demand, unable to keep yourself upright at this point you want him inside you so badly. 

Jungkook enters you roughly after shoving you face down on the couch, bracing himself on his hands with a loud groan. Your nerve endings tingle and the feeling of him filling you so deliciously has your muscles relaxing immediately.  This is what you’ve been itching to get since the moment you got here. From the second you felt him through his sweats you knew you were either going to have him messing up your throat or your guts.

“You’re still soaking wet,” He murmurs, his pace languid and deep. “Was Namjoon-hyung not enough for you?”

“He only fucked my throat.” You hiss, nails digging into the cushion below you. You’ve watched Jungkook fuck many times, ready to jump in at any moment and ruin it for him, knowing this was his signature move. You’d even made him cry from embarrassment early on because he thought his dick didn’t work properly. But now he was rolling his hips like the seasoned dancer he is and it has your toes curling and your voice coming out in cries you were normally too proud to share.  That has your thoughts wandering to suspicion due to the unfamiliar but Jungkook grunts and shifts his stance, hitting your spot deliciously and you’re thrown back into the present. 

“Jungkook,” You moan finally, completely forgetting yourself. He sits back on his heels and reaches into your hair, wrapping his hand into your locks to pull your head back. “Fuck!”

The sounds you’re making now would normally make you feel enraged at your show of weakness. Allowing a human to know you’re feeling this much pleasure from them is absurd. In fact, that thought starts to make anger bubble at the back of your mind and the haze over your vision starts to clear, making you clamp your mouth shut and reduce your sounds to muted whimpers. 

You shudder when you feel the cool metal of his lip ring at your ear. “I’m going to cum inside you, then I’m going to abuse that witty throat until I cum again.” He pants. You squeeze your thighs together, trapping him between your thighs to give him more friction as he moves, then bear down with a shaky sigh. “Oh, you really like the idea of that?”

“Yes,” You moan. “You feel so fucking good Jungkook.” 

“I know,” he says cockily. “Your whole body is showing me.”

There isn’t a chance for you to think of something sarcastic to retort, he spreads her ass so he can watch your filthy cunt swallow him whole, then clench around him as if to prevent him from pulling away. He almost loses himself in the sensation, head falling back with a loud groan and ready to just make your vile body want nothing more than him, but his pride as a man has him holding off from cumming right now. 

Impatient, you push back against his rhythm so he sinks in you deeper and you actually drool a little. All you can think about is Jungkook’s cock messing up your insides. This isn’t enough. This position isn’t giving you every bit of him. It is when this thought hits you feel actual tears stinging your eyes because you aren’t sure how to get more of him inside you. He isn’t even trying to go balls deep and it’s frustrating, you want it. You want more. He slips out and you actually cry out at the insult of the situation.  You have to take control.

“On your back!” You say quickly, sitting up before he can shove himself back in you. He blinks at you, glistening cock in hand for only a brief moment before he follows your instructions, even being so kind as to hold himself up for you to slide down on. You heave a sigh of relief when you’re fully seated and rock your hips experimentally. As expected Jungkook is quick to put his hands on your waist, plant his heels into the couch for stability, and pummel you from below. 

This is what you needed. The feeling has you lost in him immediately. You have to hold on to his muscular upper arms to keep yourself upright because you want to curl in on yourself and let go. But you have to keep some semblance of control over this human, your human whose soul you’ve been promised, who is also fucking the daylights out of you right now. You let out a noise of protest when he slaps your hands away and pins your arms to your sides without stopping his brutal pace, forcing you to bite your tongue until it bleeds so you don’t give him the satisfaction of hearing the sounds of your pleasure.

As soon as you start to feel the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching there’s a burning sensation at your lower belly. It’s significant enough to give you pause and you open your eyes in an attempt to see what the hell is causing that feeling. Instead you’re met with the sight of Jungkook’s handsome face, eyes clenched shut and eyebrows furrowed in concentration but mouth parted with his harsh breaths. You lose yourself again and whimper when his eyes open and he gives you his sweet smile before it turns cocky as if he knows the turmoil you���re experiencing. 

“Jungkook,” You whimper, suddenly overcome with an emotion you can’t describe. Something you can’t put into words but feels like it’s about to burst out of your body without your control. The burning sensation spreads like vines through your veins, an orgasm you’ve been attempting to keep at bay building with it, finally releasing like an explosion through your entire body. Jungkook reaches up and pulls you down on top of him, fingers clenching your hips while you flood his cock as you’re clenching involuntarily. 

“Ah fuck!” Jungkook cries, grinding himself up into you as deeply as he can, setting off a chain reaction as soon as he fills you up, causing you to rip yourself from his grasp and sit up before you can stop him from cumming. 

You lift yourself off of him and watch his cock wetly slap against his thigh, still trembling from your own orgasm. Jungkook blinks up at you lazily and as soon as you meet his gaze all you can think about is going again. Maybe at the window next. You wet your lower lip and open your mouth to speak when pain shoots up your spine and makes your back jerk straight, head to the sky. You feel your eyes bleed black and your teeth grow sharp without your control as the pain flows from your spine to the middle of your chest. Jungkook realizes as you writhe in pain that perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to let you be on top while the spell is completing. 

The pain is gone almost as soon as it starts but there’s a steady burning sensation at your lower belly. It’s the same spot Yoongi and Jungkook both touched. You give Jungkook a glare before glancing down and finding your skin branded with the Roman Numeral…for seven. 

“It’s complete! You’re finally ours, demon.” Jungkook grins devilishly. 

Jungkook’s victorious smirk falls when, after staring at him for a second, you reach forward and put your hand through his chest  and grip his heart. His whole body jerks in response and he grabs your wrist with a weak cry. 

“What have you done to me?” You growl, bringing your face closer to his. “What is this?!” 

Tears fill his round eyes and he can only groan in pain when you shift. Though he isn’t hard anymore, he still feels warm and thick against your inner thigh. You falter in thinking about killing him in favor of imagining getting him hard again for a second round.

You glance at the floor to ceiling window nearby, covered in a heavy blackout curtain and imagine Jungkook taking you against the glass where anyone at a similar level could see. Or would he crush you against the wall with his hands under your knees, pushing your legs up and baring you to him entirely? 

Jungkook sighs in pain when your grip loosens because your train of thought involves keeping him alive. Weakly he tugs at your wrist and it snaps you from your thoughts. His breath catches in his throat again when you clench your fingers and pull, feeling the first tethers of his soul ripping from their attachment to his body. You were taking this soul by force and nothing was going to stop you!

“S-stop,” Jungkook cries and coughs. He was surely suffering during this but you didn’t care. You were sick of their bullshit and now they’ve gone ahead and done something to your body! Your anger is flushing out the thoughts of fucking him again though they stay intrusive and nagging, begging you to let go of his soul, get him hard, and sit on his cock again. 

“We had a deal, Jungkook!” You seethe through clenched teeth. Now comes the hard task of separating the soul from his body without damaging it. The things can be so fragile if you damage them they don’t taste as good. You’ve been waiting so long for this soul it must come out perfectly.

There’s a loud crackling sound and then a boom followed by thick, black smoke filling the room. It’s the tell-tale arrival of a higher-born demon. Why they’d be here right now is a mystery to you, so you stay still, body still covered in a layer of sweat from fucking Jungkook. You twist your hand in his chest and he whimpers in pain, weakly holding onto your wrist in an attempt to get you to stop. 

“Release the human, Y/N.” A familiar voice booms in your head. You freeze in horror, immediately letting Jungkook’s soul go. He collapses against the couch, coughing and trying to catch his breath while clutching his chest. 

The smoke clears and you choke on your own breath when your superior stands before you looking none too pleased. Her tail whips out and wraps around your throat, lifting you off of Jungkook and dangles you in the air like a rag doll. Your legs kick futilely in the air as you pull at the iron-clad grip she has around your neck. 

Against your will you shudder and whine at the feeling of Jungkook’s release coming out of you. You wanted it to stay so you could show him later how good you were at keeping it inside, maybe pushing it out of you while he watched. The thought overwhelms you suddenly and all you can think about is riding Jungkook again until he spills himself in you again and again, hands gripping your waist, your arms, your breasts, whatever he can get his hands on as his eyes go glassy. 

“Filthy, just look at you.” The higher-demon spits in displeasure. She looks at you with crimson eyes wrinkled in distaste. “You reek of human lust.”

You gasp as you continue to be lost in your own head of the thought of Jungkook taking you again, right in front of this higher demon. You’d let him if he wanted. Maybe the others would come, worried about whether Jungkook was still alive or not and you could have them run a train on you. Seven beautiful cocks taking turns scrambling up your insides until you’re so weak you can’t stand any longer. What would that be like? You clench your thighs together and tremble.

Jungkook finally sits up, looking pale and weak. With shaking hands he manages to pull himself together and get to the corner of his couch, curling up to try and look small and non-threatening to the second entity in his home. How was he going to get out of this if you were suddenly axed by this thing and it came after him next? 

“You’ve fucked up again Y/N, much more than before however. How did you think you were going to get away with this one?” The higher demon gives you a rough shake and you grimace. 

When you open your mouth to speak your superior’s tail tightens around your throat so much it makes you gurgle and you realize they’re not here to hear any excuses you may have. You’ve royally fucked up trying to kill Jungkook.

“You’ve broken your deal by trying to kill your human and take the soul. That’s not very organic of you.” The higher demon’s skin melts into her human form. She appears as a stern looking woman with her hair pinned up in a tight bun. Her horns curl from the sides of her head and behind her pointed ears. Her tail remains wrapped tightly around your throat. Of course it had to be Dain. “I should destroy you right now.”

Jungkook involuntarily whimpers and then nearly passes out in fear when Dain’s crimson gaze shifts from you to him. His body trembles in fear because there’s no way out of this for him. He was just saved by another demon who could end him just as quickly as you almost did and there was no saving him at this point. 

“Don’t worry human, you are safe while I am here. I am only here to punish this one.” Dain smiles in an attempt to calm his nerves but her smile is so terrifying it does the opposite. All of her teeth look razor sharp and her smile spreads entirely too much for it to be comforting or believable. Jungkook stares and is unable to respond. “Hm…perhaps this smile is not to your liking. No matter, my business is with you Y/N.”

“He…broke the deal first.” Your fingers uselessly scramble for purchase against Dain’s tail. “They’ve done something to me! Look! Look what they’ve carved into me!”

“What they’ve done is saved your stupid hide.” Dain spits. “Do you know how many deals we’ve had to miss out on thanks to your fuckery? No idol trainees want to work with us anymore because of the…unlucky road these humans have had. We have you to blame for that. One of our bottom lines has been cut off and that leaves hungry, angry demons Y/N. Then you have the audacity to try and steal the soul you’re bonded to before its time? You deserve the worst punishment I can think of.”

If you could, you'd swallow. Dain’s punishments brought some of the toughest demons to their knees begging to be destroyed. What you didn’t understand is what was holding her back from punishing you.

Dain sighs. “You are no longer my problem. You no longer have a deal with this human.”

“What!? I’ve been working on this for years! What do you mean-

“If you’d been successful stealing the soul perhaps I’d have overlooked your stupidity.” Dain mutters. “However you’ve managed to become the servant of these humans. You have lost your power and we no longer have any business with each other.” 

“I haven’t!” You plead. Your worst nightmare is coming true. Is that what has been happening to you this entire time? The fucks have managed to find a way to make you their servant for eternity and you played right into their greedy hands the entire time? You grip your head in disbelief and feel the bile rising in your throat.  “I haven’t!”

Dain scowls and lifts her hand before snapping. “The deal is done. May you suffer for eternity in the servitude of these humans.” 

Dain’s tail drops you to the floor in a heap and you find yourself unable to move in shock. You’d lost. Namjoon had helped them all outsmart you and you were too hellbent on feeding to notice. A disgrace to demons of your caliber, you can only wonder what the rest of your life was going to be like. Your immediate thoughts are filled with the flashbacks of having your back thrown out in every way possible by each member and to your chagrin you shiver in anticipation.

“Disgusting.” Dain spits. “She is all yours now, human.” Dain disappears with a loud crackle and a cloud of smoke though the room was darkened before Dain’s entrance made it truly black. You doubt you’ll ever see her again which is kind of a good thing.  

You put a hand to your mouth in wonder as you take stock of how different your body feels. You no longer feel comfortable in your skin. It feels as though you’ve been popped into a different body entirely. There’s no power flowing through your veins or deep within you being held back for future use. All you can feel is the constant thrumming of your own arousal deep within your belly as the mixture of Jungkook’s release and your own continues its way out of you. 

“Are you ok?” 

“Fuck off Jungkook.” You seethe, sitting up when he does. You eye him warily. “I see you’ve gotten your confidence back now that Dain is gone.”

“You aren’t a threat to us anymore.” He smirks, crouching down and taking your chin in his hand so you look into his eyes. “Be nice.”

“Whatever you say, Jungkook.” You chirp cheerfully and then gasp. To your horror the weight at your neck hasn’t left, if anything it has become even heavier. 

He’s tucked himself back into his sweats but your eyes are zoned in where his cock would be resting, tempted to just reach forward and take him out again. He did mention cumming down your throat, surely he still plans on doing it?  You wet your lips and gaze up with big eyes at his face, fingers clenching into the flooring when the corner of his lips lifts in a smirk but he doesn’t otherwise respond right away. Was he really going to deny you this? 

He doesn’t say anything and pulls another phone from his pocket before sitting back on the couch. You’re quick to follow him on hands and knees without a second thought, sitting on your legs between his and resting your cheek on his muscular thigh. At the back of your mind you were screaming for him to touch you more, give you some sort of affection that would slow down the arousal that was starting to drive you mad. Was he going to expect you to sit here like some good little pet while he had a nice chat on the phone?!

“Hyung, it’s done.” Jungkook grins, running a finger along your jawline. You nuzzle your cheek into his thigh and close your eyes with a sigh of content. “The deal’s over and we got her.”

“I was worried we’d fucked up for a second there.” Namjoon sighs, running a hand through his hair and falling back onto his couch. He did have a back up plan in case this one failed but he was hoping he wouldn’t have to go through with it if it came to it. 

“Jungkook,” You whine. He hushes you by pressing a thumb between your lips and you suck on it greedily, wanting nothing more than to show him how well you could please him if he would just slide those damn sweats down a little. You didn’t care who he was talking to at the moment.  Just like Namjoon had said originally, they were able to change you into another sort of entity entirely. You were going to exist in a constant state of arousal only to be quenched by a member and only temporarily. You were going to live for them only and relish every second of it.

“Hey Hyung, what do you think of the name Seven?”

Prologue Jimin J-Hope Taehyung Yoongi Jin Namjoon

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Four

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: the boys learn several uncomfortable things about you.

Warnings: nothing? that I can think of. Y'all know this shit is sad, but the pack is so comforting.

Wc: 4.5k

"Where are you going?" Jimin asked when he opened his eyes to find you only a few steps from the door.

You froze before pivoting on your toes. "Sorry. I was trying not to wake you," you answered in a nearly inaudible voice.

Jimin stretched his neck as he sat up. "I wasn't really sleeping. What are you doing?"

You relaxed onto your heels and looked around in confusion, as though you weren't sure yourself. "I was just feeling suffocated in the room and wanted some air. I thought I could step out without bothering anyone since you were all sleeping."

He started to ask if you were leaving, but then he swallowed his words. "We can go out to the backyard if you want to walk around a little," he said instead.

You nodded as an answer and walked toward him.

"You'll want this," he told you when you came near, grabbing Yoongi's hoodie off the arm of the couch. He had changed into it when he got home from work several hours ago, and had taken the time to carefully scent it with all the alphas before casually leaving it downstairs, as if by mistake. But Jimin knew better. "It's chilly out tonight."

You took the sweatshirt he offered you. You sniffed it and tugged it on with less hesitation than he expected. Maybe you knew what Yoongi had predicted: some comforts you just needed. You were still just in someone's shorts, but he figured you wouldn't be out too long. The beta moved a pair of slides by the door in front of you to slip your feet into before he held the door open for you. You smiled so softly at him that he felt his heart stop, over the moon at how easily you accepted his gentle way of caring for you, and he returned a smile back.

There wasn't much in the square patch of the backyard. Jimin watched your figure as you walked down the three steps to the sidewalk leading to the back gate. To the left of the door, in the corner, was a table with several chairs sitting on a slab of concrete. The rest of the yard was just grass, not yet needing a cut as spring had only just started. Hobi had been begging Jin to make a proper patio for everyone to enjoy since Jimin joined the pack four years ago, but Jin kept insisting they would move into a bigger house soon. When they had bought the house shortly after Kookie became an established member of their small pack, with considerable assistance from their families, they hadn't imagined their numbers would more than double in size, at least not without any pups of their own. A bigger house would be nice, of course, but there was something cozy to Jimin about stuffing the just slightly too small house to the brim with love.

Jimin sat on the top step and leaned his elbows on his knees, and his eyes followed you as you skirted along the fence. He could see you were still a bit shaky on your legs, and you seemed to be focused on putting one foot directly in front of the other.

"Where are you from, Y/N?"

Your head snapped to look at him with wide, startled eyes, as if you'd forgotten he was there. You stared at him a moment before you said, "Sorry, I don't remember your name."

He smiled again, softly. "I'm Jimin."

You nodded and began to walk along the fence line again, ignoring his question, so he asked another. "How long have you lived in the city?"

"What makes you think I'm not from here?"

It was your accent, a slight drawl on your words that you'd never quite managed to eliminate. Jimin shrugged. "Just a hunch."

You turned the corner at the back of the yard so you faced the house and looked up at the dark windows behind which his pack slept soundly. "How do you know about True Life?" you asked, clearly not wanting to give him the control of the conversation.

You weren't going to answer his questions, but at least you were talking to him, so he didn't mind answering. "I work at a shelter for teens, so I know about all the shelters in the area."

Your mouth made a soundless 'oh' as you continued along the fence toward the house. Jimin wondered if you were aware you were marking their property or if it was subconscious. Maybe you were claiming their space as your own. Maybe you were trying to draw in other alphas with your scent. Maybe you just had no idea what you were doing.

"How long have you been there?" He asked when you didn't say anything.

"A couple weeks." You shrugged and added a moment later, "I lost my second job and couldn't pay my rent and now I don't know what I'm going to do."

"I can help you find a job." Jimin perked up at being able to make the offer. "I know places in town that have no problem hiring omegas and who offer heat leave."

"I don't need heat leave, as long as I can afford the good pills," you told him. "I just ran out this month."

"The ones they gave you can cause long-term infertility," Jimin told you.

You snorted. "I don't care about that. I'm not ever having kids. I just didn't take them because they make my stomach hurt so bad." Jimin nodded his head and went silent for a moment as you continued tracing a path at the edge of the grass. "Is that what you do then? You help people get jobs?" You asked as you turned around and went back the other way.

"I'm a social worker. I help people get the things they need. Whether that's a job or school…or a pack." Jimin saw your back stiffen at the word, a minor hiccup in your pacing before you resumed. "Would that be something I could help you with?"

You turned the corner to walk across the back perimeter again, hiding your face in shadow. "I don't need a pack," you said quietly but firmly.

"Living on your own in the city can be really hard. Making ends meet, taking care of yourself. There are all kinds of packs. Not all are together for mating. Sometimes a pack can just be friends who care about you. When Taehyung came to us, he wasn't looking for partners, but family."

You sighed heavily at his words. "Your pack seems nice enough, but not all packs are like that. Everyone acts like packs are something you have to have, but not all packs mean safety. Shitty people don't stop being shitty just because they're pack."

Jimin's breath caught in his chest. Of course, he knew most packs weren't as good as his. And he knew that there were plenty of bad people out there, even Lykos. But he didn't like to imagine what could have happened to you to bring out such bitterness in your voice.

"But I'm sure someone like you wouldn't understand that," he heard you mutter under your breath.

Behind him, Jimin could hear the front door open on the other side of the house. It had to be Jungkook coming home from his shift. He heard the thick clunk of boots where he took them off by the door, and then nothing as the other beta moved with practiced stealthiness around the otherwise silent house.

Jimin didn't take offense at your assumptions of him. It was obvious enough that you spoke from a place of pain, and that was something Jimin could easily understand, and even empathize with. He rubbed his palms together and gathered his thoughts before speaking.

"My parents died when I was ten. My mom was sap, my dad was a beta, so we never had a pack. We never even had a normal family. After the accident, I lived in a series of group homes. Some were fine. Some were worse than others, but the one nice thing was being surrounded by other people like me. I met lots of people who had it worse than me. Kids who had been adopted only to be sent back when their new family didn't want them. Others who got kicked out of the group home when they presented and couldn't control their instincts. I was lucky because I was able to go from there to college without having to navigate those years all on my own. But after I graduated it was really difficult for me to live alone. Through some friends, I found out about a…collective of sorts, where young Lykos lived together. They weren't a pack per se but they were able to help each other out in ways like a pack. Resource sharing, budgeting, physical closeness. Like I said, it wasn't a pack bond, not like what we have here, but it was better than being all alone."

You had stopped at the other side of the fence and stood with your back against the wooden planks. He waited for you to say something, but he didn't expect the words you spoke next. "I would've guessed a pack would've wanted someone like you very early on."

Jimin's face heated, and he was glad you couldn't see it in the dark. "I'm not sure what you mean by that." Although by your tone it sounded like a compliment.

"I just mean that you're attractive and pleasant to be around. And doesn't everyone want betas in their pack? You're supposed to be stable and reliable, right?" You tilted your head to the right when you asked in a very endearing gesture.

Jimin cleared his throat. He could still feel the blush on his cheeks. "I was a late bloomer. For a while I thought I might actually turn out to just be sap like my mother. To this day, my scent is still fainter than anyone I've ever known. So I guess I'm not as attractive as you think."

You snorted again and pushed away from the fence. "If I had been you, I would've just pretended I was normal. You could live a perfectly ordinary life. Not like us freaks." You mumbled the end but Jimin wouldn't ignore it.

"There's nothing abnormal or freaky about who you are. And anyone who told you otherwise is just plain wrong. I chose this life because it belongs to me. Anyone who has made you feel like being alone is better doesn't know what they're missing, whether sap or Lykos."

You stopped in your tracks away from him and to his surprise, you turned to walk toward him. "I was born to God-knows-who, and the first thing my mother did with me was throw me in the garbage. Literally. And instead of leaving me be, some idiots hauled me out of the dumpster and gave me to a family who wanted nothing but a slave and who threw me out as soon as I got my first heat. Being alone isn't a choice for me, Jimin. It's just what I am."

Without waiting for a response you walked past him up the steps and into the house, letting the screen door slam behind you, causing him to jump. Jimin hung his head in his hands, applying pressure to his temples as he considered what you had said and his own stupidity. He knew better than to assume he knew anyone's story, or to tell people what he thought they needed instead of asking first. But something about you prevented him from thinking professionally.

Jungkook came home tired as ever. No, more tired than he'd been all week. He and his partner had been the first responders to an absolutely horrific scene of a murder. Although he spent most of his shift holding the police line, being the lowest man on the totem pole, it hadn't left him unaffected. As he pulled his feet from his shoes, he wanted nothing more than to plant himself face first on the closest soft surface and sleep for a day. He struggled clumsily with the buttons of his shirt, yanking the bottom free from his trousers before he fumbled with his belt buckle. He couldn't bring himself to climb the stairs to the pack's nest, so he shuffled to the spare room and left his clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed he now slept in more often than not. He kneeled on the bed in nothing but his boxers to crawl his way to the middle and sank into the warm space. The smells that greeted him were different but familiar. Hobi's sweet brown sugar was there, but faintly, hiding behind a saccharine apple. Jungkook registered the difference on some level, maybe even knew it was wrong to be there, but the scents were so comforting he couldn't help but melt into them. He pulled your pillow to his face and covered himself with the single blanket before he quickly fell asleep.

A loud bang had his eyes popping open. Alert to danger but still half asleep. Had he slept for hours or seconds? Moments later the door to the room closed harshly and the edge of bed dipped before a body collided with his. And then a scream. Jungkook scrambled off the bed for the light switch, nearly falling when his legs tangled in the blanket. After they turned on, Jimin appeared, throwing the door open to see what was wrong. All three of you breathed heavily as you looked at one another.

"What are you doing here?" You half screeched before the betas could say a word.

"Fuck! God. Y/N, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." Jungkook sputtered, gasping. "I was just so exhausted that I forgot you were staying here. I sleep here a lot and I just…forgot."

Jungkook's chest caved in as he watched you shake in front of him. He had promised you safety and security, assured you that no one would bother you, but he was the first to trespass. Regret stole his words from his mouth, and you said nothing at all. He looked to Jimin for some kind of help, and luckily the other man was there to give it. He took Jungkook by the wrist and pulled him gently out of the room.

"Sorry, Y/N. Get some rest, and I'll check on you in the morning," he told you quietly. He reached for the light switch before closing the door.

"Leave it," you said, urgently, fearfully.

Jimin nodded and pulled the door shut. It clicked with finality.

"I'm sorry, hyung," Jungkook breathed out in the relative darkness of the hallway.

Jimin shushed him as he led the larger man to the living room. "Don't waste your breath apologizing to me, Kookie. It was an honest mistake. She's a little worked up, otherwise I'm sure she'd see that, too."

Jungkook stopped cold, making himself difficult to lead. "What happened? Why's she worked up?" He looked back over his shoulder toward your door.

"Jungkook, you look like you're going to keel over. Sit down for a minute," Jimin coaxed, guiding him to the couch. He sat and took the glass of water Jimin offered him, drinking without hesitation.

"Did something else happen?" he asked after draining the glass.

Jimin shrugged. "Not exactly. I don't know. We were just talking, and I might have said the wrong thing or at the wrong time. She just said some things…about herself." He sighed and reached out for Jungkook. Feeling the beta solidly beneath his hands always had a grounding effect. "Her troubles haven't started recently, Jungkook. I think maybe her whole life has been nothing but pain and trouble."

"I know," Jungkook said, sounding like he meant it concretely, not merely as a suspicion.

"Did you find something about her?"

Jungkook sagged against the couch and rubbed his face with his hands. "I did, but is it okay if we go through it tomorrow?"

Jimin smiled softly and ruffled his hair. "Of course, Kookie. I'll help you get upstairs so you can get some rest."

Jungkook yawned wide, stretching out his long arms. "I'll sleep here. You can go up."

"No, baby," Jimin shook his head.

"It's okay. I promise I won't bother her again."

"It's not about her, Kook. It's about you getting proper rest in the nest. Now."

Jungkook sighed. "I can't. I don't smell right after work. I don't want to ruin everyone's sleep."

Jimin's face crumpled. "Is that why you never come up anymore?" Jungkook nodded, eyes fixed on his knees. It's at least most of the truth. "Baby, no one cares. They'll get you smelling right in no time. C'mon, let's go."

Jimin pulled Jungkook like dead weight, but eventually got him to his feet. Jungkook was too tired to not let the smaller man bear his weight as they made their way up the stairs. When they got to the pack's bedroom, the door opened with a creak that Hoseok had been meaning to fix. The omega lifted his head from the bed in an attempt at alertness.

"Pup delivery," Jimin whispered, placing Jungkook gently on the edge of the nest. Hands from more than one person reached out to hold him and he was completely engulfed, snuggled in by his mates before Jimin closed the door once again.

Hobi could be nibbly in the morning. Jungkook had nearly forgotten about that. It had been a while since he had felt the omega's tongue lap at his scent gland, nudging him awake with his nose and gentle kisses.

"Morning, baby," Jungkook chuckled.

"Wakey, wakey," Hobi sang, though he was hardly awake himself, still feeling sleepy and far from ready to start the day.

"How did you sleep?" Jungkook asked conversationally as he carded his fingers through his omega's hair, keeping his voice low since he wasn't sure if the others were awake. The body on the other side of him—Yoongi probably—felt very still. Jungkook didn't know how he'd ended up in the middle of the nest, but he was pleased to be there.

Hoseok smiled against his shoulder. "So good, Kookie. I've missed you in the nest. I'll keep that girl here forever if it will make you sleep next to me every night."

Jungkook stiffened. Guilt for too many wrongs to count washed through him. But Hobi was quick to stroke a soothing hand down his chest. "I'm sorry," he choked out.

"Shh. I didn't say that to make you feel bad. I just love having you here. We've been together for so long that it doesn't feel quite right to have you missing. I feel like I wash the sheets twice as often because they don't smell the same without you," he chuckled. "But it's okay. I know you need space right now."

Jungkook pulled his mate tighter to him, inhaling the sweet scent from the top of his head. "I'll try not to be so distant. I know it isn't fair to you."

Hoseok shook his head. "I just want you to be happy, pup. But you don't seem very happy these days."

Yoongi shifted on his other side, wrapping an arm around his waist and nuzzling his other shoulder.

Jungkook hummed. "I'm happy right now."

"Now if only Jiminie were here this nest would be perfect," Hoseok mused.

"I'm here!" Jimin called from the hallway outside.

Hoseok lifted his head over Jungkook's chest. "Get your cute little butt in here then!"

Jimin didn't waste a second in following orders. He skipped to the bed where he was playfully pulled down to the mattress by a giggling Taehyung and squished into place between the alpha and Yoongi.

"Why were you out in the hallway, baby? Is everything okay downstairs?"

Jimin lifted himself up to hook his chin over Yoongi's shoulder. "Everything's…fine. I just missed you guys, and I thought I could do the job just as well from up here as down there," he admitted sheepishly.

"Was the door slamming and a scream last night real? Or did I dream about it?" Namjoon asked from the other side of the bed.

"Oh," Jungkook remembered. "I might have scared Y/N last night. On accident."

"After I made her upset, which is why she slammed the door," Jimin added.

Jin seemed suddenly aware, looking between the two betas with alert eyes. "How did you upset her?"

"I was trying to talk to her about the benefits of being in a pack. But I think I hit a nerve."

"How so?"

"She…she told me that she was abandoned as a newborn and adopted by saps who treated her horribly."

"And then I accidentally fell asleep in her bed and freaked her out."

Jin sat up, choosing for the moment to gloss over Jungkook's transgression to look at Jimin. "So she's basically always been alone?" Hoseok's hand found his, gripping him for comfort at such an unimaginable thought.

Jimin grimaced. "Not necessarily. Something she said last night stood out. I think she might have had a pack at one point. But based on what she said, it wasn't a good experience."

Hoseok tilted his head curiously. "What did she say?"

"She said bad people are still bad in packs, and packs aren't always safe," Jimin frowned.

Hoseok shuddered. "You might be onto something," Jungkook said.

Yoongi opened his eyes for the first time, though he'd been listening all along. "What did you find out?"

Jungkook cleared his throat but his voice came out nervously. "Before she came to this city, she served six months in a county jail in another state for solicitation."

"What?!" Several voices demanded, the whole nest suddenly in movement.

"A friend of mine who's on desk duty did some digging for me and found out she'd been arrested. In her testimony, she said that her alpha forced her to do it, but she pleaded guilty."

Hoseok thought he might actually throw up. He had heard stories on the news of omega sex workers before. Not just Lykos but even more often Sapiens would pay to have sex with omegas. But the thought that an alpha would do that to one they called their own chilled him to the bone.

Namjoon tugged his hands through his hair, his mind frantically trying to think of a way to make such an alpha pay for the crime. "Was the alpha arrested too?"

Jungkook shook his head. "She wouldn't give a name because she feared for her safety."

Jin's skin stretched painfully over his knuckles as he fisted the blanket. If his mother heard this she would use her family's considerable wealth and power to track down that alpha and make him suffer. Could he call in such a favor on your behalf?

Without a word, Taehyung got up and walked to the door.

"Tae, where are you going?" Jimin asked, anxious at the sudden loss of his mate.

"I don't want to hear anymore," Tae replied angrily.

"Sweetheart-"

"No. I don't want to hear any more about her from you. It feels wrong to know these things about her when she hasn't told me herself. It's an invasion of privacy and I won't listen."

"I'm sorry, Tae. I was just trying to figure out how we could help her," Jungkook defended himself.

Taehyung sighed, looking back at his lover. "I get that. And I want to help her, too. I just…ugh. I haven't even really seen her and I haven't gotten to talk to her. It feels weird for you to dig up information on her. It's like she's a character in a movie and not someone in our house. I don't know how to explain it but it makes me uncomfortable."

Jimin's heart melted. Taehyung's sensitive soul had a way of turning them all to mush. The beta slipped off the bed to wrap his arms around him. "Okay, alpha. No more digging, okay? Come back to bed. Don't be upset." Tae allowed himself to be pulled, always particularly sensitive to Jimin's coaxing. "Kookie won't do any more digging, right?" The maknae nodded. "Come back and let me cuddle you a little more, and then we can help Hobi get some breakfast going for her, okay?"

Taehyung followed Jimin back down into the nest with a pleased, boxy grin, wordlessly covering him with his body and nuzzling into his neck. While Jimin whispered sweet nothings into the youngest alpha's ear, the rest refocused their attention on Jungkook.

"Now, how did you end up in Y/N's nest?" Jin asked, appearing sterner than he ever was.

Jungkook blushed deeply. "I was an honest accident, hyung. I was just so tired and my feet carried me there. Jimin and Y/N were outside, so I didn't notice until she came back. Besides, it wasn't much of a nest. I usually sleep with more blankets than she had."

Hoseok frowned grumpily. He wondered if you would let him teach you. But it wasn't his most pressing issue in mind.

"What's wrong?" Jin asked, plucking a pouty lip.

Hobi turned to Jungkook once more. "I don't like that your first instinct is to go sleep in the other room." Jungkook opened his mouth to argue but Hobi wouldn't let him. "I know you have a long list of reasons why you do it, but I don't want to hear them. I don't care that you come home at 4 in the morning. You aren't bothering anyone. Do you think Jin and I sleep well knowing you're not here where you belong? I don't care if you come home smelling like the street and other people. I will make you smell like Jungkook again in no time. I'll make you smell like your pack. Unless you don't want your pack anymore. And if you're trying to pull away from us, then that's something we really need to talk about. Just be honest!"

A sad whine came from Jungkook's throat. Neither of them had expected those words to come out, though Hobi had been holding onto them for several weeks, only sharing them with Jin. "Hobi! I never want that. I never want to not be part of this pack. You're my home!" He whimpered, pulling the warm omega on top of him, forcing Yoongi to make way.

"Then act like it," Hobi mumbled into his chest.

"I will. I'll sleep here every night," he replied, holding his love close.

Hoseok smiled. At least that was one worry off the list.

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[cocotaetae13]

A Deal's A Deal: Namjoon (M)

Warnings: Demon behavior. Smut. Baseless allegations to further the plot. blowjob, questionable consent practices

Word Count: A little over 4k

Summary: What happened when the members met up at the church to devise their plan and MC gets a little dirty with Namjoon.

A/N: I already feel better getting this out to you all. I hope you enjoy and sorry for making you wait so long! The final chapter will be Jungkook's and it is in the works as you read this. Thanks again for taking the time to read my story <3

Namjoon stares up at the church and gently touches the book inside his bag. His heart thunders inside his chest, making him look over his shoulder to see if anyone was following him. Not that it would help if the demon they were trying to hide from suddenly found out they were meeting somewhere she couldn’t go, but it gave him a little comfort knowing he was alone. With that thought in mind he quickly makes his way inside, making sure to shut the door softly behind him. 

“Hey man.” Jin whispers from beside him, making him jump. “We’re just waiting on Jungkook. What is this about anyway?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “I’d rather wait til Jungkook is here so I don’t have to repeat everything.”

“Fair enough.” Jin nods. “The room is this way.”

Inside a room used for Sunday school sit the others. Jimin gives him a little wave and a quirk of the corner of his lips. Namjoon extends greetings swiftly and sits at the head of the group, holding his bag containing a very important book on his lap. It’s only a few moments after that Jungkook comes bursting through the threshold looking panicked.

“What happened?” Yoongi searches Jungkook’s face curiously. “Did you get caught?”

“I thought I did, but no. I was just worried about getting here on time.” Jungkook murmurs. 

“Who knows how much time we have before bad things start happening again so let's get this over with.” Hoseok fiddles with his watch.

“First, I have to confess…” Jungkook says. “This is all my fault.” He sits on his knees on the cold floor, hands in fists on top of his thighs. He can’t see the surprised expressions on the others’ faces. 

“What do you mean this is your fault? How could this be your fault?” Taehyung wonders.

Jungkook’s eyes redden and his chin quivers with the effort he puts forth to keep from losing it and sobbing in front of them. This was his fault and he was going to have to tell them. “Everything that’s been happening to us is because of a demon. I summoned that demon and she’s been torturing us since then.”

“Jungkook did it for us.” Namjoon says quickly. “This was for the group. He was afraid Hobi leaving would be the end for all of us and didn’t want to give up on our dream…so he made a deal with a demon in exchange for his soul.”

The room is silent for a long moment. Hoseok can only blink in shock. “This is from that long ago? So really this is my fault.” He looks at the now softly crying Jungkook with a heart heavy with guilt.

“We’re not here to pass around blame or anything like that. What was done is done.” Jin says firmly, watching Jimin slide to Jungkook’s side on the floor to comfort him. “What’s most important is what we can do about it.”

“Which is why we’re here.” Namjoon says, reaching into his bag and pulling out the book. “I paid a pretty penny for this in hopes it really is going to solve our problem.”

“You’re saying there’s something in that crusty book that’s going to remove a demon from our lives?” 

Namjoon shakes his head. “Unfortunately there’s nothing in here about getting rid of them that I’ve found…apparently that’s in a different book I’m having tracked down as we speak. But this book is going to give us our power back.”

“If we can’t get rid of the demon and save Jungkook’s soul immediately then whatever we can do to stop them in the meantime…I’m in.” Taehyung crosses his arms. 

“The spell will keep the demon from gaining more power by preventing her from being able to feed like she normally does.”

“Remember she feeds off of negativity,” Jungkook sniffles and wipes his eyes. “She loves the taste of our fears. Whatever makes us uncomfortable she’s going to try and amplify.”

“Think of all the times you’ve had something significant or traumatic happen to you in the past 10 years.” Namjoon gives them all a look. “Anything you’ve obsessed over at the beginning of our career, or throughout our career…it was all her. This spell is going to weaken her significantly. Once she realizes what’s going on she’s going to do whatever it takes to get us to take pity on her.”

“Is it going to hurt her?” Taehyung worries his bottom lip with his teeth. 

“Of course it is.” Namjoon grins. “Which is also why we all have to be able to stay strong. She’s going to play on your weakness…she can take on any form and will probably try to play to your emotions when she’s in pain. Don’t give in to it.”

“I can do anything if it will help save Jungkookie.” Jimin says firmly. “What’s the plan?”

“We’re going to learn this spell. We’ll meet at midnight in that abandoned building nearby. The first half of the spell is going to consist of summoning the demon to us. She’ll be sealed inside a circle of salt so she can’t run while we start the second half. Once we complete the second half of the spell, the demon won’t know something is up right away because it’ll work pretty slowly.” Namjoon flips through the pages gently. 

“We’ll weaken the demon one by one by having her think she’ll get to feed off of us. In fact, if you can handle it, let her feed off of you. Overwhelm her with whatever you can, it’ll weaken her even more.”

“Let’s make her puke then.” Hoseok snickers. 

“If we can, I'd like to start as soon as possible. The second part of the spell will make her bound to us and she will be under our control. She has no choice but to follow any command we give her but the effects will wear off over time. The more practice you have with your power, the longer you’ll be able to command her so I suggest you keep this up daily.” Namjoon puts his finger down on the part of the spell they need.  

“The initial spell will weaken her so she’ll be on the hunt. If she goes to Jimin first that would be ideal. From Jimin I hope she’ll go to Hobi-hyung, Taehyung, then Yoongi-hyung, then Jin-hyung. From there she can either visit me or Jungkook but either way by that point she’s nearly done.”

“It can’t be this easy,” Yoongi says, picking at his cuticles. “There’s a catch to this isn’t there? Jungkook had to trade his soul, so what are we trading by doing this spell?”

Namjoon licks his lips and winces. “Stick with me here…we’ll have to fuck her.”

“Come again?” Jin says, then erupts in laughter. “You’re joking right?”

Namjoon sighs and pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “It’s right here in the book.” He lifts it to Jin whose eyes scan the page before he passes it to Yoongi. “All we need to do is cum in her or on her for the final part of the spell. Once we’ve all done it, the spell completes and she’ll be under our complete control without the ability to gain her powers back. In fact, she won’t even be the same kind of demon anymore.”

“So you’re telling me, the only way to get this demon off of our backs until the man you’ve hired can find the book we need to release her from taking Jungkook’s soul is if we all just run a train on her?” Jimin blinks.  

Namjoon blushes despite himself and gives a half-hearted shrug. “It’s the only way. The old man said this would give us enough control over her by changing her into something more harmless. And she’d be ours to do with as we please…”

He looks around as they pass the book to one another with looks varying from contemplation to disbelief. They probably thought he and Jungkook were crazy. If they really wanted to end the torture and save Jungkook then they were going to have to complete all three portions of the spell. He hoped they’d be all in right away just to stop their own forms of pain.  So he waited quietly with his hands folded in his lap while the others took their time to think.

“I’m going to fuck this demon so well she’ll regret ever making a deal with you Jungkookie.” Taehyung says suddenly with a big smile and a hearty pat on Jungkook’s back.

This makes the group erupt in uncontrollable laughter, some holding their stomachs and others clapping along. 

“Oh no Taehyung you can’t say that in a church!” Jimin gasps suddenly, wiping tears from his eyes between chuckles.

“Oh my bad. Very sorry.” Taehyung cringes.

“I want to be point man on this.” Jin says quickly. “You can count on me to have this power down and ready to go by the time she gets to me.” 

“I want updates on what happens as soon as you can get them to me. Any information you can get out of her regarding her power limits, what she can and can’t do, anything. The book also states there’s a chance one of us is her favorite, also known as getting a demon’s favor. Someone who has been getting special treatment from the demon this entire time will be considered the favorite. If you can find out if any of us have her favor we can use that against her too.”

“Wouldn’t that technically be me since I made the deal with her?” Jungkook nibbles at his lip piercing.

“Not necessarily. The book says the person who has a demon’s favor can either be treated well by human standards or well by demon standards…so it could go either way.”

Namjoon nods and reaches into his bag to pull out copies of the first part of the spell they’ll need. Each member takes a copy and they spend the rest of the afternoon rehearsing the words and practicing the motions with as much determination as they used for their performances. Namjoon is confident they’ll be able to get the spell down and eradicate the menace from their lives.

*---------------------*

“You’re not being very nice spacing off while I’m attempting to give you a blowjob.” You mutter, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock anyway. You’re starving. He commanded you to bring the two of you to his apartment, sat down, and started spacing off like a weirdo.  His distracted thoughts opened up an opportunity for you to feed yourself so you took it quickly. “Shame on you...”

Namjoon comes back to the present, blinking away his glassy stare to find you on your knees between his legs, pants down to his waist and his cock down your throat. Once his brain catches up he involuntarily thrusts, groaning at the feeling of touching the back of your throat with the sensitive head, and despite himself he enjoys the feeling.  You sigh at the feeling of him. The Kim Line has probably bruised quite a few human cervixes. You get an intrusive thought regarding wanting your own cervix to take a beating from one Kim Namjoon but push it away quickly. He is the enemy. You control what’s happening, not him.

“You’re such a good cocksucker, demon.” He purrs, eyes rolling shut when you flatten your tongue and run it up his length, gripping him at the base then flicking his tip with your tongue. He shudders and your stomach clenches at the taste of his arousal filling tinged with his hatred filling your mouth. 

“You’re good with your words despite what’s happening, aren’t you?” You shoot back. “Such a good leader. Always putting others before yourself.”

He sighs through his nose and narrows his eyes, ignoring your comments. “Horns out.” 

You comply, allowing your sharp-ended horns to erupt from your skin so they are visible to the human eye as you swallow him down again.  He reaches forward and grips your horns where they curl, large hands covering the width of them entirely. His touch is cooler than your normal body temperature. It’s enough to make you shiver just a little. The evil glint in his eye tells you all you need to know right before he slams your head down, planting his feet and thrusting upward simultaneously. His pace is slow at first as if testing the waters of this new sensation and soon enough picks up. You stare back at him impassively and allow him his bit of fun. 

If he can get complacent you may be able to free yourself and escape. Namjoon didn’t take the opportunity to show off whether or not he had skills with the spell like Jin, so maybe that meant you weren’t facing a huge hurdle.

“I can’t hear you, demon.” He growls, looking at you with his handsome face twisted in disgust.  You relax the back of your throat and jaw just a little more so the sound of his cock hitting your throat between your breaths rings out in his empty apartment, making him roll his eyes back.  His couch squeaks with the force of his thrusts joining the sound of skin on skin, Namjoon’s moans and curses fill the silent breaks between his thrusts. 

You’re relishing in this, Namjoon using you for his own pleasure despite the very obvious hate he has for you. Your veins are practically singing with the amount of sustenance you’re getting, though a warning bell goes off in your head you’ll need to either stop him or make him finish before you devour too much. He slaps your hands away when you put them on his thighs in an effort to take control.

“Hands behind your fucking back,” he snaps. “Did you really think, I’d sit back and do nothing while you had your fun with my friends?”

You hum in response, not really caring in particular. You’ve had your fun with him as well back in the day by letting the pressures of leadership stress him out to the point of depression. Surely one of the other older members would have been a better fit to be leader, except the humorous aspect of a younger member telling off an older one wouldn’t have happened. Namjoon worked his ass off trying to make sure the group could succeed and you made sure he suffered the entire way.

“You’re absolutely rotten. If I could find a way to destroy you this instant I’d do it as soon as I finished fucking this goddamn throat.”

Careful darling, you’re starting to sound like you might care for me just a smidge.  Your voice rings through his head. Who knew you were so good at flirting with demons?

Without warning he cums with trembling thighs and hands, groaning loudly.  You swallow repeatedly, gleefully taking his seed down your abused throat. A type of euphoria overcomes you suddenly and you want more, lifting yourself up off your thighs to grip the base of him and pump his slowly softening cock for what it's worth just to get more on your tongue. He shudders in overstimulation and drops his hands from your horns, collapsing backward onto his couch again with a deep and heavy sigh.  It’s disappointing to see there just isn’t anything left for you to get from him, your lower belly clenches in need for more. You’re licking remnants of him off of your fingers when you suddenly come down from your high and clear your throat to help bring yourself back to reality.

After a few moments of collecting himself he tucks himself back into his pants. Your hopes for an immediate second round get dashed but you don’t have time to question that absurd thought.

“Let’s make a deal, demon.” Namjoon grins but it doesn’t reach his eyes. They’re completely empty, lacking any of the warmth or happiness he shows his fans or members. Not that your feelings are hurt that he isn't showing you any emotion, it’s the fact that there’s no doubt he’s calculating something behind those dead pupils.

“Deals I can do. What could you want that your money, success, or power can’t get you right now? A job in the government? Immortality?” You perk up at the idea of being able to make a new deal and have Namjoon’s soul as well. Higher-ranked demons would definitely be impressed with your prowess if you’re able to pull this off successfully. You’d let Jungkook live out the rest of his days as agreed since he hasn’t fucked with you (yet), but Namjoon you’d scour the ends of the underworld to find a loophole to end him before his time that didn’t make you at fault. Fuck this guy.

“Hmm…What if I want you for my deal?” He gives you that smile again and you notice it’s become more sinister. You frown at the implication of what he could mean. What would he do to you on a regular basis if you were to accept such a deal? If it involved shoving that gorgeous cock of his inside you any way he pleased on a daily basis you might just agree. Wait..what the fuck? 

You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. “You want me how, exactly?”

“Say I want you to be mine to command and do with as I please.” he grins wolfishly and you grow tense. He’d torture you. You can see it on his face. He wants your blood on his floor on a daily basis and you’d be powerless to stop him if you agreed to this bullshit. 

“Not interested.” You flick your wrist once you feel the tension leave your entire arm and cross both of them over your chest. “Find another demon. I don’t do contracts.”

“There’s a difference? But I want you.” He chuckles. “No other demon will do.” Of course no other demon will do. No other demon has been torturing him and his friends all this time. Why would he want another demon to get his revenge on when you’ve been around the entire time? Then it hits you there isn’t anything stopping him from doing the very same thing right now. The spell should have worn off by now, time to make your exit!

“You’re shit out of luck,” You close your eyes to try to leave and find yourself unable to, the little bit of power you’re attempting to use doing absolutely nothing. Fucking Yoongi. Fucking Jin. Fucking Namjoon.  “I am not that kind of demon.”  Though you could be for the right human…maybe. You shove another set of intrusive thoughts aside so you can think about your situation clearly. Why were you getting so distracted all of a sudden? 

“I bet it doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea deep, deep, down inside that blackened hole where your heart used to be. If you give it some more thought.”

“Summon your own demon. Make a contract with them and do as you please. Release me, human, I have shit to do.” You lie. And I’m starting to worry the longer I stay here the more I’m going to want to do something incredibly stupid.  

“You’re very much needed here so I can’t let you go yet.” His voice is thick with amusement. You swallow in an attempt to distract yourself, closing your hands into fists to keep from reaching for him.

“So you’re just going to keep me here and feel me up?” You mutter. Well if feeling you up gets him aroused you could feed a little more. Just a little more this time. You’ve definitely learned your lesson about being a glutton with your feedings again. And you already know it’ll feel good. Namjoon really knows how to fuck.  “This is bullshit, though I will admit you didn’t turn out to be the ‘Final Boss’ I thought you’d be.”

“The demon who has made our lives a living hell over the past 10 years thinks something isn’t fair?” Namjoon laughs. “Come on now, you don’t seriously think we’ve just been going along with this at your will do you?”

“Get fucked.” You snap. “Tell me what you want so I can get out of here.”

“You don’t get to make demands. You will stay until I’m done with you.”

You scoff and cross your arms. I’ll just wait for the order to wear off and get out of here. You glare around his apartment because there’s nothing else you can do right now. There’s stacks of books you can knock over, or maybe go fuck with the controls of the million air purifiers he has in this place. Namjoon is going to be too smart to fall for your normal tricks. Since he’s behind all of this shit in the first place you doubt you’re going to be able to feed from him at all by trickery. As much as you’d rather rip his clothes off and ride him into the sunset all of a sudden, your best bet is going to be to wait out the order and immediately go to feed off Jungkook…or hide. 

“No you’re definitely up to something.” You narrow your eyes. You can feel your body starting to warm up but ignore it in favor of your interrogation. “I just haven’t figured out what it is beyond this stupid collar.” You gesture toward your neck.

“That’s good for us because you’re going to need us for a long time going forward.” 

“Me?! Need all of you? Please.” You cackle. “I don’t know what kind of stupid ideas you’ve gotten in your head but-

You pause when your body involuntarily lurches forward, nearly smacking your head on the floor. Gasping at the sudden pain bursting through your limbs it feels like you’re being set on fire, you have to steady yourself with shaking hands on his coffee table. You can feel the symbols are back before they even show up, this time feeling as if they’re being carved into your skin instead of being burned.  Biting your lip against the pain you glare at Namjoon who is looking at you with such hatred it surprises you. 

“How’s it feel?”

“Fuck you.”

“You don’t look like you’re in any position to get properly fucked but if that’s what you want I’ll happily split you in two if you’d like.”

“Of course you would, you lonely-ass prick. Write some more lyrics about how you need to be saved or some shit and fuck off.” 

“Do you think I haven’t had this all planned out from the beginning? Where you’ve been going, who you’ve been talking to?” Namjoon crosses his legs. “Do you think I don’t know what you’ve been up to before you got here? That Taehyung has your favor and what that means?” 

“Shut. UP.” You spit, breathing heavily. Blood pours down your arms and legs where the symbols have carved open wounds into your skin. The burning sensation goes deeper than before and you’re choking on every breath you take. Your tail extends itself and whips to the side, throwing Namjoon’s coffee table into the nearest wall. “Stop this! I know you’re behind this!!!”

Namjoon shrugs helplessly. “Sorry, no can do. This is beyond me at this point. You’ve done this to yourself.” 

You cough up blood into your hand and it surprises you. Are you dying? “Joonie, stop it…” You beg. “It hurts so much…”

“Oh? Now I’m Joonie?” He laughs. You bite your lower lip bitterly as your attempt at appeasing his soft side fails. Your intrusive thoughts of wanting to fuck Namjoon have disappeared, now replaced with panicked thoughts of your damned life coming to an end before you could even collect Jungkook’s soul. Perhaps it was a mistake making a deal with him in the first place.

“What do you want? Make this stop and I’ll just give you what you want!” 

“Break your deal with Jungkook.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you fucks I can’t!” You wail. You try to stand but the pain is too great and you collapse back onto the floor breathing heavily.

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” He tuts. “I don’t believe you at all.”

“You don’t understand what happens when you break a deal Namjoon. It’s against the rules.” You’re clenching your teeth now.

“Oh? I thought you couldn’t break the deal? Now you’re afraid of what happens if you do?” Namjoon cocks a brow. “What am I supposed to believe, demon? Your very nature tells me you can’t tell the truth and only look out for your own well-being.”

“Fuck you Kim Namjoon. Fuck all seven of you.” 

“Hmm you’re one member short at this point you might as well go take care of Jungkookie too. I’m sure he’d love the feeling of your mouth on his cock.” 

You open your mouth to retort and then immediately close it. “You’ve done something…haven’t you? That spell…you’ve bound me to Earth, you’re taking my powers…what else does it do? This is why you’re so fucking confident all of a sudden!  What have you done to me?!” 

“Nothing more than what you deserve.” 

You laugh maniacally, struggling to get to your feet. Startled at your sudden movement, Namjoon has the wherewithall to look concerned and braces himself for your next move. 

“You’re right…I should go give my dear, sweet, innocent Jungkookie a visit.” You pant, allowing the last remnants of your blood to drip to the floor as your skin heals. “Brilliant idea Joonie. I’m going to do just that.”

“What do you mea-

You rise to your full height, tail whipping in irritation before disappearing with a loud crackle of thunder. The only thing left behind is a small puff fo black smoke. Namjoon is up and on his feet a second later scrambling to remember where he left his phone. Tripping over his own feet he dives for his jacket, finding the slim case in the pocket. 

“Come on…pick up…pick up, pick up, pick up, she’s coming!” Namjoon cries. This wasn’t a part of the plan. She wasn’t supposed to figure out what was happening. “Fuck!” 

You appear in Jungkook’s apartment with a soft crackle, your eyes immediately adjusting to the darkness, following the source of splashes of color against the walls. Jungkook has fallen asleep on his couch with his phone by his head. Despite feeling weak from the travel you use your power to clean yourself up and tuck your horns and tail away. His vibrating phone calls your attention when he appears to be waking up from the disturbance. 

You snatch it from the coffee table and answer using Jungkook’s sleepy voice.

“Hello?”

“Jungkook! Where are you?!”

“I’m…I’m at home, what's wrong?”

“She’s coming and she suspects something's up.”

“She’s not here yet. I was just asleep on my couch.” 

There’s a long pause and you use just a bit of your power to make him forget what he initially called for. If he commanded you to reveal your true voice you’d be done for. 

“Is that all Hyung? I’m just napping and I have to go pick up Bam later.” 

“Y-yeah…that’s it. Talk to you later Jungkookie.”

“Bye Hyung.”

Once he’s hung up you crush Jungkook’s cellphone in your hand, letting the pieces fall to the floor before crawling over his lap and taking a seat over his slim waist. 

Jungkook frowns when he is pulled from his sleep by the weight of you sliding over his lap and his big doe eyes flutter open. His eyes widen in surprise and he jerks when he realizes the situation.

“Good morning Jungkookie.” You smile sweetly.

Prologue Jimin J-Hope Taehyung Yoongi Jin

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O M G THE UNTITLED ONESHOT IS SO GOOD! THANK YOU! I AM SUCH A SUCKER FOR VAMPIRE AU! ESPECIALLY WITH THE STUFF YOU WROTE! THE JEALOUSY! I LOVE THAT YOU STARTED IT AS MC WATCHING ANOTHER GIRL. MY FREE USE KINK OMG! I LOVE THE CONCEPT! VAMPIRE BRIDE/SACRIFICE? BUT THEY'RE TRAINED TO ENJOY IT? I REALLY WANT TO SEE MORE! WHAT DOES JUNGKOOK DO?! WHY DOES HE NOT TOUCH HER?

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KLSJFEWAOIFJE LISTEN WE SHARE A KINK AND I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT BECAUSE I WANT TO DO MORE WITH IT! AND THEY'RE VAMPIRES ON TOP OF IT?! I AM ONE HAPPY GIRL OK?!

I actually have a full plot mapped out for this but wasn't sure if it'd be received well so I'm considering writing this out in an attempt to please your precious eyeballs and libido.

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Ooh the boys' plan finally gets explained more. It's nice to see how the boys interact. Hobi blaming himself. They're so sweet with each other TT Namjoon is such a cold and calculating final boss omg. Scary but hot. Him using her horns yes omg. "Careful darling, you’re starting to sound like you might care for me just a smidge.  Your voice rings through his head. Who knew you were so good at flirting with demons?" Is this her true feelings? (Not me agreeing that his words feel like flirting to her lol) Her pain is written nicely again. I got scared lol She's transforming into a succubus? Has this affected her thoughts to feel more lust for the boys? (like bringing out her desires more? or actually adding new thoughts?) Omg?! Things aren't going to plan? I was feeling a little proud of mc that she tricked him in the call. (is it true though?) I wonder what will happen next. What will Jungkook be like? Does he have a soft spot for her? I'm so curious.

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I was hoping to capture something close to what we see in real life when them, I hope I got somewhere in the ballpark! Hehe I was also really hoping to have Namjoon come across as cold and calculating. He was originally planned to be last but I thought of a final twist that may be more interesting. I'm happy to see you enjoyed the horn action as well. Yes those were her true feelings! I was thinking with demons being absolutely filthy to them would be seen as flirting and enjoyed more than being nice and sweet. They'd probably hate that.

She is definitely changing and it is messing with her head but she's totally in denial about it right now. The change is what's causing the thoughts to start happening but the dots haven't quite connected yet.

I can't wait to get the next chapter out so your questions can get answered :)

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A Deal's A Deal: Namjoon (M)

Warnings: Demon behavior. Smut. Baseless allegations to further the plot. blowjob, questionable consent practices

Word Count: A little over 4k

Summary: What happened when the members met up at the church to devise their plan and MC gets a little dirty with Namjoon.

A/N: I already feel better getting this out to you all. I hope you enjoy and sorry for making you wait so long! The final chapter will be Jungkook's and it is in the works as you read this. Thanks again for taking the time to read my story <3

Namjoon stares up at the church and gently touches the book inside his bag. His heart thunders inside his chest, making him look over his shoulder to see if anyone was following him. Not that it would help if the demon they were trying to hide from suddenly found out they were meeting somewhere she couldn’t go, but it gave him a little comfort knowing he was alone. With that thought in mind he quickly makes his way inside, making sure to shut the door softly behind him. 

“Hey man.” Jin whispers from beside him, making him jump. “We’re just waiting on Jungkook. What is this about anyway?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “I’d rather wait til Jungkook is here so I don’t have to repeat everything.”

“Fair enough.” Jin nods. “The room is this way.”

Inside a room used for Sunday school sit the others. Jimin gives him a little wave and a quirk of the corner of his lips. Namjoon extends greetings swiftly and sits at the head of the group, holding his bag containing a very important book on his lap. It’s only a few moments after that Jungkook comes bursting through the threshold looking panicked.

“What happened?” Yoongi searches Jungkook’s face curiously. “Did you get caught?”

“I thought I did, but no. I was just worried about getting here on time.” Jungkook murmurs. 

“Who knows how much time we have before bad things start happening again so let's get this over with.” Hoseok fiddles with his watch.

“First, I have to confess…” Jungkook says. “This is all my fault.” He sits on his knees on the cold floor, hands in fists on top of his thighs. He can’t see the surprised expressions on the others’ faces. 

“What do you mean this is your fault? How could this be your fault?” Taehyung wonders.

Jungkook’s eyes redden and his chin quivers with the effort he puts forth to keep from losing it and sobbing in front of them. This was his fault and he was going to have to tell them. “Everything that’s been happening to us is because of a demon. I summoned that demon and she’s been torturing us since then.”

“Jungkook did it for us.” Namjoon says quickly. “This was for the group. He was afraid Hobi leaving would be the end for all of us and didn’t want to give up on our dream…so he made a deal with a demon in exchange for his soul.”

The room is silent for a long moment. Hoseok can only blink in shock. “This is from that long ago? So really this is my fault.” He looks at the now softly crying Jungkook with a heart heavy with guilt.

“We’re not here to pass around blame or anything like that. What was done is done.” Jin says firmly, watching Jimin slide to Jungkook’s side on the floor to comfort him. “What’s most important is what we can do about it.”

“Which is why we’re here.” Namjoon says, reaching into his bag and pulling out the book. “I paid a pretty penny for this in hopes it really is going to solve our problem.”

“You’re saying there’s something in that crusty book that’s going to remove a demon from our lives?” 

Namjoon shakes his head. “Unfortunately there’s nothing in here about getting rid of them that I’ve found…apparently that’s in a different book I’m having tracked down as we speak. But this book is going to give us our power back.”

“If we can’t get rid of the demon and save Jungkook’s soul immediately then whatever we can do to stop them in the meantime…I’m in.” Taehyung crosses his arms. 

“The spell will keep the demon from gaining more power by preventing her from being able to feed like she normally does.”

“Remember she feeds off of negativity,” Jungkook sniffles and wipes his eyes. “She loves the taste of our fears. Whatever makes us uncomfortable she’s going to try and amplify.”

“Think of all the times you’ve had something significant or traumatic happen to you in the past 10 years.” Namjoon gives them all a look. “Anything you’ve obsessed over at the beginning of our career, or throughout our career…it was all her. This spell is going to weaken her significantly. Once she realizes what’s going on she’s going to do whatever it takes to get us to take pity on her.”

“Is it going to hurt her?” Taehyung worries his bottom lip with his teeth. 

“Of course it is.” Namjoon grins. “Which is also why we all have to be able to stay strong. She’s going to play on your weakness…she can take on any form and will probably try to play to your emotions when she’s in pain. Don’t give in to it.”

“I can do anything if it will help save Jungkookie.” Jimin says firmly. “What’s the plan?”

“We’re going to learn this spell. We’ll meet at midnight in that abandoned building nearby. The first half of the spell is going to consist of summoning the demon to us. She’ll be sealed inside a circle of salt so she can’t run while we start the second half. Once we complete the second half of the spell, the demon won’t know something is up right away because it’ll work pretty slowly.” Namjoon flips through the pages gently. 

“We’ll weaken the demon one by one by having her think she’ll get to feed off of us. In fact, if you can handle it, let her feed off of you. Overwhelm her with whatever you can, it’ll weaken her even more.”

“Let’s make her puke then.” Hoseok snickers. 

“If we can, I'd like to start as soon as possible. The second part of the spell will make her bound to us and she will be under our control. She has no choice but to follow any command we give her but the effects will wear off over time. The more practice you have with your power, the longer you’ll be able to command her so I suggest you keep this up daily.” Namjoon puts his finger down on the part of the spell they need.  

“The initial spell will weaken her so she’ll be on the hunt. If she goes to Jimin first that would be ideal. From Jimin I hope she’ll go to Hobi-hyung, Taehyung, then Yoongi-hyung, then Jin-hyung. From there she can either visit me or Jungkook but either way by that point she’s nearly done.”

“It can’t be this easy,” Yoongi says, picking at his cuticles. “There’s a catch to this isn’t there? Jungkook had to trade his soul, so what are we trading by doing this spell?”

Namjoon licks his lips and winces. “Stick with me here…we’ll have to fuck her.”

“Come again?” Jin says, then erupts in laughter. “You’re joking right?”

Namjoon sighs and pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “It’s right here in the book.” He lifts it to Jin whose eyes scan the page before he passes it to Yoongi. “All we need to do is cum in her or on her for the final part of the spell. Once we’ve all done it, the spell completes and she’ll be under our complete control without the ability to gain her powers back. In fact, she won’t even be the same kind of demon anymore.”

“So you’re telling me, the only way to get this demon off of our backs until the man you’ve hired can find the book we need to release her from taking Jungkook’s soul is if we all just run a train on her?” Jimin blinks.  

Namjoon blushes despite himself and gives a half-hearted shrug. “It’s the only way. The old man said this would give us enough control over her by changing her into something more harmless. And she’d be ours to do with as we please…”

He looks around as they pass the book to one another with looks varying from contemplation to disbelief. They probably thought he and Jungkook were crazy. If they really wanted to end the torture and save Jungkook then they were going to have to complete all three portions of the spell. He hoped they’d be all in right away just to stop their own forms of pain.  So he waited quietly with his hands folded in his lap while the others took their time to think.

“I’m going to fuck this demon so well she’ll regret ever making a deal with you Jungkookie.” Taehyung says suddenly with a big smile and a hearty pat on Jungkook’s back.

This makes the group erupt in uncontrollable laughter, some holding their stomachs and others clapping along. 

“Oh no Taehyung you can’t say that in a church!” Jimin gasps suddenly, wiping tears from his eyes between chuckles.

“Oh my bad. Very sorry.” Taehyung cringes.

“I want to be point man on this.” Jin says quickly. “You can count on me to have this power down and ready to go by the time she gets to me.” 

“I want updates on what happens as soon as you can get them to me. Any information you can get out of her regarding her power limits, what she can and can’t do, anything. The book also states there’s a chance one of us is her favorite, also known as getting a demon’s favor. Someone who has been getting special treatment from the demon this entire time will be considered the favorite. If you can find out if any of us have her favor we can use that against her too.”

“Wouldn’t that technically be me since I made the deal with her?” Jungkook nibbles at his lip piercing.

“Not necessarily. The book says the person who has a demon’s favor can either be treated well by human standards or well by demon standards…so it could go either way.”

Namjoon nods and reaches into his bag to pull out copies of the first part of the spell they’ll need. Each member takes a copy and they spend the rest of the afternoon rehearsing the words and practicing the motions with as much determination as they used for their performances. Namjoon is confident they’ll be able to get the spell down and eradicate the menace from their lives.

*---------------------*

“You’re not being very nice spacing off while I’m attempting to give you a blowjob.” You mutter, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock anyway. You’re starving. He commanded you to bring the two of you to his apartment, sat down, and started spacing off like a weirdo.  His distracted thoughts opened up an opportunity for you to feed yourself so you took it quickly. “Shame on you...”

Namjoon comes back to the present, blinking away his glassy stare to find you on your knees between his legs, pants down to his waist and his cock down your throat. Once his brain catches up he involuntarily thrusts, groaning at the feeling of touching the back of your throat with the sensitive head, and despite himself he enjoys the feeling.  You sigh at the feeling of him. The Kim Line has probably bruised quite a few human cervixes. You get an intrusive thought regarding wanting your own cervix to take a beating from one Kim Namjoon but push it away quickly. He is the enemy. You control what’s happening, not him.

“You’re such a good cocksucker, demon.” He purrs, eyes rolling shut when you flatten your tongue and run it up his length, gripping him at the base then flicking his tip with your tongue. He shudders and your stomach clenches at the taste of his arousal filling tinged with his hatred filling your mouth. 

“You’re good with your words despite what’s happening, aren’t you?” You shoot back. “Such a good leader. Always putting others before yourself.”

He sighs through his nose and narrows his eyes, ignoring your comments. “Horns out.” 

You comply, allowing your sharp-ended horns to erupt from your skin so they are visible to the human eye as you swallow him down again.  He reaches forward and grips your horns where they curl, large hands covering the width of them entirely. His touch is cooler than your normal body temperature. It’s enough to make you shiver just a little. The evil glint in his eye tells you all you need to know right before he slams your head down, planting his feet and thrusting upward simultaneously. His pace is slow at first as if testing the waters of this new sensation and soon enough picks up. You stare back at him impassively and allow him his bit of fun. 

If he can get complacent you may be able to free yourself and escape. Namjoon didn’t take the opportunity to show off whether or not he had skills with the spell like Jin, so maybe that meant you weren’t facing a huge hurdle.

“I can’t hear you, demon.” He growls, looking at you with his handsome face twisted in disgust.  You relax the back of your throat and jaw just a little more so the sound of his cock hitting your throat between your breaths rings out in his empty apartment, making him roll his eyes back.  His couch squeaks with the force of his thrusts joining the sound of skin on skin, Namjoon’s moans and curses fill the silent breaks between his thrusts. 

You’re relishing in this, Namjoon using you for his own pleasure despite the very obvious hate he has for you. Your veins are practically singing with the amount of sustenance you’re getting, though a warning bell goes off in your head you’ll need to either stop him or make him finish before you devour too much. He slaps your hands away when you put them on his thighs in an effort to take control.

“Hands behind your fucking back,” he snaps. “Did you really think, I’d sit back and do nothing while you had your fun with my friends?”

You hum in response, not really caring in particular. You’ve had your fun with him as well back in the day by letting the pressures of leadership stress him out to the point of depression. Surely one of the other older members would have been a better fit to be leader, except the humorous aspect of a younger member telling off an older one wouldn’t have happened. Namjoon worked his ass off trying to make sure the group could succeed and you made sure he suffered the entire way.

“You’re absolutely rotten. If I could find a way to destroy you this instant I’d do it as soon as I finished fucking this goddamn throat.”

Careful darling, you’re starting to sound like you might care for me just a smidge.  Your voice rings through his head. Who knew you were so good at flirting with demons?

Without warning he cums with trembling thighs and hands, groaning loudly.  You swallow repeatedly, gleefully taking his seed down your abused throat. A type of euphoria overcomes you suddenly and you want more, lifting yourself up off your thighs to grip the base of him and pump his slowly softening cock for what it's worth just to get more on your tongue. He shudders in overstimulation and drops his hands from your horns, collapsing backward onto his couch again with a deep and heavy sigh.  It’s disappointing to see there just isn’t anything left for you to get from him, your lower belly clenches in need for more. You’re licking remnants of him off of your fingers when you suddenly come down from your high and clear your throat to help bring yourself back to reality.

After a few moments of collecting himself he tucks himself back into his pants. Your hopes for an immediate second round get dashed but you don’t have time to question that absurd thought.

“Let’s make a deal, demon.” Namjoon grins but it doesn’t reach his eyes. They’re completely empty, lacking any of the warmth or happiness he shows his fans or members. Not that your feelings are hurt that he isn't showing you any emotion, it’s the fact that there’s no doubt he’s calculating something behind those dead pupils.

“Deals I can do. What could you want that your money, success, or power can’t get you right now? A job in the government? Immortality?” You perk up at the idea of being able to make a new deal and have Namjoon’s soul as well. Higher-ranked demons would definitely be impressed with your prowess if you’re able to pull this off successfully. You’d let Jungkook live out the rest of his days as agreed since he hasn’t fucked with you (yet), but Namjoon you’d scour the ends of the underworld to find a loophole to end him before his time that didn’t make you at fault. Fuck this guy.

“Hmm…What if I want you for my deal?” He gives you that smile again and you notice it’s become more sinister. You frown at the implication of what he could mean. What would he do to you on a regular basis if you were to accept such a deal? If it involved shoving that gorgeous cock of his inside you any way he pleased on a daily basis you might just agree. Wait..what the fuck? 

You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. “You want me how, exactly?”

“Say I want you to be mine to command and do with as I please.” he grins wolfishly and you grow tense. He’d torture you. You can see it on his face. He wants your blood on his floor on a daily basis and you’d be powerless to stop him if you agreed to this bullshit. 

“Not interested.” You flick your wrist once you feel the tension leave your entire arm and cross both of them over your chest. “Find another demon. I don’t do contracts.”

“There’s a difference? But I want you.” He chuckles. “No other demon will do.” Of course no other demon will do. No other demon has been torturing him and his friends all this time. Why would he want another demon to get his revenge on when you’ve been around the entire time? Then it hits you there isn’t anything stopping him from doing the very same thing right now. The spell should have worn off by now, time to make your exit!

“You’re shit out of luck,” You close your eyes to try to leave and find yourself unable to, the little bit of power you’re attempting to use doing absolutely nothing. Fucking Yoongi. Fucking Jin. Fucking Namjoon.  “I am not that kind of demon.”  Though you could be for the right human…maybe. You shove another set of intrusive thoughts aside so you can think about your situation clearly. Why were you getting so distracted all of a sudden? 

“I bet it doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea deep, deep, down inside that blackened hole where your heart used to be. If you give it some more thought.”

“Summon your own demon. Make a contract with them and do as you please. Release me, human, I have shit to do.” You lie. And I’m starting to worry the longer I stay here the more I’m going to want to do something incredibly stupid.  

“You’re very much needed here so I can’t let you go yet.” His voice is thick with amusement. You swallow in an attempt to distract yourself, closing your hands into fists to keep from reaching for him.

“So you’re just going to keep me here and feel me up?” You mutter. Well if feeling you up gets him aroused you could feed a little more. Just a little more this time. You’ve definitely learned your lesson about being a glutton with your feedings again. And you already know it’ll feel good. Namjoon really knows how to fuck.  “This is bullshit, though I will admit you didn’t turn out to be the ‘Final Boss’ I thought you’d be.”

“The demon who has made our lives a living hell over the past 10 years thinks something isn’t fair?” Namjoon laughs. “Come on now, you don’t seriously think we’ve just been going along with this at your will do you?”

“Get fucked.” You snap. “Tell me what you want so I can get out of here.”

“You don’t get to make demands. You will stay until I’m done with you.”

You scoff and cross your arms. I’ll just wait for the order to wear off and get out of here. You glare around his apartment because there’s nothing else you can do right now. There’s stacks of books you can knock over, or maybe go fuck with the controls of the million air purifiers he has in this place. Namjoon is going to be too smart to fall for your normal tricks. Since he’s behind all of this shit in the first place you doubt you’re going to be able to feed from him at all by trickery. As much as you’d rather rip his clothes off and ride him into the sunset all of a sudden, your best bet is going to be to wait out the order and immediately go to feed off Jungkook…or hide. 

“No you’re definitely up to something.” You narrow your eyes. You can feel your body starting to warm up but ignore it in favor of your interrogation. “I just haven’t figured out what it is beyond this stupid collar.” You gesture toward your neck.

“That’s good for us because you’re going to need us for a long time going forward.” 

“Me?! Need all of you? Please.” You cackle. “I don’t know what kind of stupid ideas you’ve gotten in your head but-

You pause when your body involuntarily lurches forward, nearly smacking your head on the floor. Gasping at the sudden pain bursting through your limbs it feels like you’re being set on fire, you have to steady yourself with shaking hands on his coffee table. You can feel the symbols are back before they even show up, this time feeling as if they’re being carved into your skin instead of being burned.  Biting your lip against the pain you glare at Namjoon who is looking at you with such hatred it surprises you. 

“How’s it feel?”

“Fuck you.”

“You don’t look like you’re in any position to get properly fucked but if that’s what you want I’ll happily split you in two if you’d like.”

“Of course you would, you lonely-ass prick. Write some more lyrics about how you need to be saved or some shit and fuck off.” 

“Do you think I haven’t had this all planned out from the beginning? Where you’ve been going, who you’ve been talking to?” Namjoon crosses his legs. “Do you think I don’t know what you’ve been up to before you got here? That Taehyung has your favor and what that means?” 

“Shut. UP.” You spit, breathing heavily. Blood pours down your arms and legs where the symbols have carved open wounds into your skin. The burning sensation goes deeper than before and you’re choking on every breath you take. Your tail extends itself and whips to the side, throwing Namjoon’s coffee table into the nearest wall. “Stop this! I know you’re behind this!!!”

Namjoon shrugs helplessly. “Sorry, no can do. This is beyond me at this point. You’ve done this to yourself.” 

You cough up blood into your hand and it surprises you. Are you dying? “Joonie, stop it…” You beg. “It hurts so much…”

“Oh? Now I’m Joonie?” He laughs. You bite your lower lip bitterly as your attempt at appeasing his soft side fails. Your intrusive thoughts of wanting to fuck Namjoon have disappeared, now replaced with panicked thoughts of your damned life coming to an end before you could even collect Jungkook’s soul. Perhaps it was a mistake making a deal with him in the first place.

“What do you want? Make this stop and I’ll just give you what you want!” 

“Break your deal with Jungkook.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you fucks I can’t!” You wail. You try to stand but the pain is too great and you collapse back onto the floor breathing heavily.

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” He tuts. “I don’t believe you at all.”

“You don’t understand what happens when you break a deal Namjoon. It’s against the rules.” You’re clenching your teeth now.

“Oh? I thought you couldn’t break the deal? Now you’re afraid of what happens if you do?” Namjoon cocks a brow. “What am I supposed to believe, demon? Your very nature tells me you can’t tell the truth and only look out for your own well-being.”

“Fuck you Kim Namjoon. Fuck all seven of you.” 

“Hmm you’re one member short at this point you might as well go take care of Jungkookie too. I’m sure he’d love the feeling of your mouth on his cock.” 

You open your mouth to retort and then immediately close it. “You’ve done something…haven’t you? That spell…you’ve bound me to Earth, you’re taking my powers…what else does it do? This is why you’re so fucking confident all of a sudden!  What have you done to me?!” 

“Nothing more than what you deserve.” 

You laugh maniacally, struggling to get to your feet. Startled at your sudden movement, Namjoon has the wherewithall to look concerned and braces himself for your next move. 

“You’re right…I should go give my dear, sweet, innocent Jungkookie a visit.” You pant, allowing the last remnants of your blood to drip to the floor as your skin heals. “Brilliant idea Joonie. I’m going to do just that.”

“What do you mea-

You rise to your full height, tail whipping in irritation before disappearing with a loud crackle of thunder. The only thing left behind is a small puff fo black smoke. Namjoon is up and on his feet a second later scrambling to remember where he left his phone. Tripping over his own feet he dives for his jacket, finding the slim case in the pocket. 

“Come on…pick up…pick up, pick up, pick up, she’s coming!” Namjoon cries. This wasn’t a part of the plan. She wasn’t supposed to figure out what was happening. “Fuck!” 

You appear in Jungkook’s apartment with a soft crackle, your eyes immediately adjusting to the darkness, following the source of splashes of color against the walls. Jungkook has fallen asleep on his couch with his phone by his head. Despite feeling weak from the travel you use your power to clean yourself up and tuck your horns and tail away. His vibrating phone calls your attention when he appears to be waking up from the disturbance. 

You snatch it from the coffee table and answer using Jungkook’s sleepy voice.

“Hello?”

“Jungkook! Where are you?!”

“I’m…I’m at home, what's wrong?”

“She’s coming and she suspects something's up.”

“She’s not here yet. I was just asleep on my couch.” 

There’s a long pause and you use just a bit of your power to make him forget what he initially called for. If he commanded you to reveal your true voice you’d be done for. 

“Is that all Hyung? I’m just napping and I have to go pick up Bam later.” 

“Y-yeah…that’s it. Talk to you later Jungkookie.”

“Bye Hyung.”

Once he’s hung up you crush Jungkook’s cellphone in your hand, letting the pieces fall to the floor before crawling over his lap and taking a seat over his slim waist. 

Jungkook frowns when he is pulled from his sleep by the weight of you sliding over his lap and his big doe eyes flutter open. His eyes widen in surprise and he jerks when he realizes the situation.

“Good morning Jungkookie.” You smile sweetly.

Prologue Jimin J-Hope Taehyung Yoongi Jin

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I’m impatient so I want to read the next chapter sooner than later 😅 But do what makes you most comfortable! 💕 (I’m worried about you since you seem stressed by it 😕)

-🖤

Ah, darling Dark-heart anon,

You're right, lets get this bread!

💕

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A Deal's A Deal: Namjoon(M)

Should I read through this draft one more time, finish Jungkook's chapter and post them at the same time, or just post it? *rips hair out*

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Jimin is such a terror in this! My mouth literally dropped open when I thought penetration was going to happen (pssh who reads warnings these days?) and it got close and DIDN'T! OMG.

I have to go back and read this again, my body wasn't ready the first time!!

Wicked Obsession

You don't like Jimin; you two are nothing alike. He's the campus' infamous fuck boy while you're studious, never stepping foot into parties. It's certainly not a good thing when he grows an obsession over you.

★ Pairing: Fuck boy!Jimin x Sub/Fem!Reader

☆ Genre: University AU, friends with benefits, smut

★ Word count: 8.2k

☆ Warnings: dub-con, non-con to a certain extent, take of pictures and videos without consent, threats toward the reader, hard dom jimin <3 (he's pretty soft in this one but still), he's evil and hot, reader's kind of a pervert too if we think about it long enough, pillow humping (f), masturbation (m), unprotected sex, no penetration because it's not a necessity 😌👍🏻, praising & brief degradation, dry humping, grinding, facial, cum eating, cunnilingus & fingering, squirting, jimin's a muncher.

★ A.N.: This is a gift for myself since I crave Jimin really, really badly. Again, be mature and read the warnings! It's your job to avoid the content you don't like, not mine! 😉

☆ Playing: Filme moi

Please reblog! It helps me a lot and my fic get more visibility :)

He's looking at you like a predator, narrowing his eyes and passing his index finger over his plump bottom lip. The only thing you can do is pretend to not see him staring intently at you and work harder on your assignment. If only you could do those things without anxiously glaring up at him and immediately breaking eye contact when he's already looking at you.

He doesn't even engage in the conversation with your group of friends and for some reason nobody has noticed how Jimin is ogling at you.

Why is he suddenly interested in you? Why!?

He knows how much you disapprove of his lifestyle. He doesn't care about his studies, he submits assignments days after the due date because why should he bother about the date when he'll get an A anyway. He puts no effort while you spend days on your homework and it angers you a lot.

Jimin is infamously known for his never ending libido, fucking everything that has two legs, two arms and a pussy. Infamously known to be a fuck boy simply because he breaks every women's heart without a care in the world. He may flash a smile while telling them they were a good hook up and that's it.

And that's why you're in big trouble because Park Jimin can't be obsessed with you.

As you finish typing your sentence on your keyboard, pressing on enter to change paragraphs, you look up. Mainly because you want to distract yourself a little bit from your work, but also because you can still feel his eyes boring into your skull.

Then, you see his black orbs looking straight in front of him where you're sitting while he's leaning against the chair's back, spreading his legs apart. You're surprisingly brave enough to hold eye contact this time, shivers running down your spine when he darts his tongue out to wet his lips.

What did you do for him to stare at you like you're a piece of meat?

It's like he's trying to send you a message, one that would offend you, make you raise your eyebrows in total astonishment and probably stop your heart from beating. Even though you can't decipher his message, you can understand it. Something nasty, so filthy that the devil himself wouldn't approve of.

He tilts his head downward and looks at you through hooded eyes. You have to swallow to not choke on your spit as his gaze destabilizes you so much you can't even process what's happening around you.

Jimin seems to like that, enjoying how weak you are, how you crumble apart just from holding eye contact with him. He smirks, following each one of your movements with his devious eyes.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to focus on your computer's screen, but you can't. He's distracting you and it really annoys you. Why can't he mind his own business?

"Class at ten, gonna go to my locker," one of your friends announces, Taehyung, while getting up from his seat.

Priya, also one of your friends, copies Taehyung's actions, standing up on her feet as well. "Oh, yes! I forgot my lip balm in my locker, I'm coming with you," she smiles at him, putting the straps of her tote bag over her right shoulder.

It's how the table you were hanging at slowly empties, and you let out the breath you were holding when Jimin decides to follow Seokjin and Jungkook to the cafeteria to buy some snacks before class. You're left alone at your request, telling Priya and the other girls that you're going to work extra minutes on your essay before joining them.

You wrote four pages already, only ten more and you'll be done. It's a lot and you're totally discouraged, but that's how university is. You quickly check the time on your phone and start packing your things in your backpack to attend your afternoon class that you share with some of your friends.

You take a seat in the middle beside Priya and you don't miss the glance Jimin sends you when he passes by, going to the back of the class with Jungkook. You're relieved he doesn't sit with you, even though it would have been unusual of him, but his sudden interest in you is unusual so you don't know what to expect anymore.

The professor explains the next project, which is a work that you'll have to do in a team of two people. The instructions are pretty simple, something you can do in less than two weeks. You expect to team up with Priya, after all you're the only girls of your group in this class and you two are close friends.

When the teacher is done with the instructions, he lets everyone form their teams. You do the work with Priya, but that is until Jimin makes his appearance.

"Hey, Pri'. You don't mind working with Kookie, right?" He asks your friend and she looks at him curiously, her eyebrows raising up on her face. You, on the other hand, are very confused, opening your mouth to protest until Priya responds with a joyful smile.

"Oh! No, not at all! You two are doing it together? How nice," she giggles, turning her head to look at you. She takes her books in her arms and walks to Jungkook without thinking twice about it.

Jimin steps aside to let her go, watching her sitting beside Jungkook with an undying smile plastered on her face. Your heart starts beating extremely fast as he takes place next to you, acting as if he just didn't decide to work with you without your consent.

"What are you doing! I never said I'd team up with you!" You whisper-shout at him, not wanting anyone to hear you complaining.

He checks the papers the teacher gave you earlier about the project's instructions with the evaluation grid, still pretending the situation is completely normal. "Well, I wanted to and you'll work better with me than with Priya, don't you think?" He turns his head in your direction and his expression is serious. He's genuinely asking you this question.

You shrug, frowning even more. "This wasn't for you to decide," you clench your fists on the table, so frustrated that Jimin thinks it's okay to make decisions for you. You're not even close friends, it doesn't make sense. "I prefer working alone if it's like that," you say, rising up from your seat, but the murderous glare he sends you petrifies you on the spot.

"Sit down," he commands severely and you do as he says, fearing him. He eyes you for a few seconds, making sure you won't try to leave him again. When you stay silent, he reports his attention on the project.

You don't say anything else, listening to Jimin's words distractedly, still baffled by what just happened. Students exit the class, others stay, and he offers to go work at the library.

There, you engage in the project with Jimin. You're pleasantly surprised to see that he's really focusing, sharing his ideas and opinions. You suppose he's only hardworking because the result doesn't solely rely on him. You know he's smart, but he prefers to spend his energy on partying instead of on his studies.

An hour passes and you're now working on your own, asking each other's opinion on things you wrote. You eventually forget how he typically forced you to work with him, but you still have this reluctance toward him, this feeling of repugnance.

Jimin isn't disgusting by any means, he's super hot and he knows he is. You might even be attracted to him, no need to deny it when he's so sexy he makes every girl's pussy mewl. But you know better than to act on your sexual desires, especially when they concern a guy as perverted as Jimin.

"Mmh," he seems to be thinking, but you feel like he already knows what he's going to say. "I forgot something at my dorm," he adds, not levelling his gaze from his sheet of paper.

You look at him, confused on why he doesn't explain further, as if it isn't important. "What is it?" You question him and that's when he raises his head, his gaze meeting yours.

His expression is painfully serious, and by now, you can easily recognize that it's a façade. You don't know what he's hiding, but you're sure of one thing; behind those beautiful almond shaped eyes, kindness doesn't reside there.

His eyes pierce through you, watching - observing your person. Jimin does this often, not answering until you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare. You have no clue on what he's trying to do, maybe see how vulnerable you are, how quickly you can break under the mischievous glint of his eyes.

"My charger."

You wouldn't know if Jimin is a liar because everything he says seems believable, the confidence he radiates just tells everyone how trustworthy this man is. But you look over the table where his phone lays down and the screen lights up as he just received a text. His battery is half full.

He takes his iPhone back into his hand, shoving it in his jeans' front pocket as he stands up from his chair. He tidies his stuff back into his pencil case then into his JanSport backpack, but he stops to look at you when you don't do the same thing. "Aren't you coming with me?" Again, his question is asked with a serious tone, as if following him to his dorm is the normal thing to do.

"I thought we'll just leave it there for today," you confess in a small voice, looking up at him from your seat. Your grip on your pencil tightens when his gaze flicks between your face and your breasts. You despise how he doesn't even hide it.

"No," he breathes out calmly, tilting his head to the side. "We'll continue it at my place, we can't stop now, we're doing so well," he smiles and like the unbothered person that he is, he pulls on your pen. It slips out of your hold and Jimin drops it off in your pencil case. "I really want to do this right this time."

And like that, the conversation is closed. You have no choice but to follow him somewhere you've never been before, somewhere you know he won't hold himself back.

Jimin is guiding you with his soft voice, his hand placed on the small of your back, brushing his fingers adorned with rings across your naked body. You are sobbing out, feeling dirty, but the tingle between your legs is so good.

His lips are close to your ear, the corners of his mouth lifted to form a devilish smile. "Look at you, sweet thing... enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He whispers into your ear, doing slow circular motions with his hand on your back to soothe you.

You are humping his white pillow, rubbing your pussy frantically against the soft cotton material. Jimin is watching you closely, his smirk never leaving his plush lips. If someone is enjoying it the most, it's him. He likes seeing you losing your dignity bit by bit, and that, only because he asked you to.

The hair on the nape of your neck is wet and you have to tuck his pillow upwards regularly, this one falling down from your weak grip. Jimin doesn't bother to give you a hand, liking the way you are struggling to rut your hips against the soiled pillow, so eager to finally have your release.

For him, it's okay. Making you submit, ripping the last bit of confidence you had in you, forcing you to do things you find wrong. 'It's natural, after all', he said. 'Your body needs it, you can't keep denying your sexual desires for the rest of your life'. He is right about one point; your body needs it, but not you. It's where he fails to understand.

"See, I knew you would like it... I knew you'd like to rub that little pussy on a pillow," he purrs into your ear, smiling even more when a whine confirms his words. "Don't forget to look at the camera, sweetie," he pats your hair and you raise your head, frowning when you see yourself on his phone's screen.

It's placed on his desk chair in front of his bed, levelled on his chemistry books. When you think about it, the chair was already there, facing the bed, as you entered his room earlier. He had set up everything in advance and the thought itself makes you shudder so deeply that your members shake beside you.

"Jimin-!" You gasp out, the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening. You grind your hips harder and faster on the pillow, the same he's sleeping on each night, and feel yourself trembling in anticipation of your orgasm.

At the small call of his name, his face softens, his lips in an exaggerated pout. He takes pity on you, nothing more, just pity because you're so pathetic and weak trying to make yourself cum by humping his pillow.

"I know, baby," he coos, caressing your back, the cool silver of his rings brushing against your burning skin. His other hand gropes your breasts, strong veins pulsing out along his arm. He fumbles the flesh of your boobs, teasing your perky nipples with his palm. "Just let it go..."

You rub your clit against Jimin's pillow, twisting the fabric between your fingers, moving your hips frantically until your orgasm hits you. Jimin looks at you in awe, he has a wicked curiosity to watch you shake in pleasure - a pleasure you didn't ask for. He loves the tears that run down your chubby cheeks, loves that despite everything, you still like this.

You whine as you drive off your high, soiling the pillow with your juices and cum. Jimin lets out a groan, pulling the cushion away from your drenched cunt. "You did such a good job, baby," he praises you and passes an arm around your waist, bringing you against him. "What a sweet girl, so obedient, and just for me."

His free hand grips the back of your thigh and pulls it over his hip, making you fall underneath him on the mattress. You moan softly, feeling your pussy quivering, asking more than just a clitoral orgasm.

Jimin settles between your legs, pampering your neck in sloppy kisses, discovering your body with his pillowy and plump pink lips. He hesitates to mark you, to leave love bites all over your skin, but he refrains himself from it. Not yet.

Your hair is spread all over his bed, your beautiful tits displayed for him. He places a hand above your shoulder on the mattress to support his weight, the other holding your thigh that is locked behind his back. He lowers his head toward your breasts and positions himself better, bending his elbow beside your arm instead of leaving his hand next to your head.

His hot breath hits your nipples, making them even harder. He wraps his plushy lips around one, suckling on it avidly, leaving you panting heavily. Your face is hot, the entire room feels hot, and you think you might melt down under Jimin.

He licks your supple flesh, feeling the lines of your stretch marks under his pink muscle. He plays with the other that is left out by his mouth, pinching and pulling on your little bud. Quickly, your boobs are glistening in his spit, a beautiful sight he wants to reproduce every time he's with you.

"Jiminie..." You moan his name, arching your back as he bites gently on your nipple, flattening his tongue over it after as if to apologize for the pain. You're like a little doll for Jimin to play with, to love and care for.

He's acting awfully sweet as he rips the pureness out of you, sucking fervently on your nipples that you feel your stomach clench. It's a mix of discomfort and pleasure, making you feel weird, but also giving your core tingles you've never experienced before.

His crotch presses against your wet pussy and he slowly grinds his hips, making you aware of his hard cock trapped in his jeans. He detaches his lips from around your nipple and your breast bounces down to the side after. Jimin finds his spot in the crook of your neck again, still grinding his hips against yours.

He lets out a guttural moan from his throat and your pussy clenches around nothing but air. You have to admit that you don't really know what's happening, too drunk on the hormones both of your bodies are releasing. The rutting of Jimin's hips is pleasuring you, stimulating your clit perfectly, but that's not what you wanted, is it?

"Mmh, fuck," he curses, nuzzling your neck and giving you little kisses that want to be reassuring. "I'm so fucking horny, I want to fuck you so bad you have no idea," he presses his bulge harder on you, wanting to feel more friction, but his clothes are restraining him too much.

He looks you in the eye, catching every little moan that escapes your lips, accompanying his grunts and the noise of his bed creaking. He breathes onto your face as he painfully grinds his hips against yours. Maybe you would like him to penetrate you and fuck you until you can't feel any of your limbs, or until he ejaculates deep into you, stuffing you full of his seeds.

Maybe you would like it, maybe you would consider it.

He breaks eye contact as he sits back on his knees, glancing at your messy cunt, quivering helplessly. He grips the back of his white t-shirt with his two hands, pulling on the collar to pass it over his head. He throws it away on the floor where your clothes are as well, revealing to you his beautiful chest.

He has a tattoo on his rib cage, the word nevermind spelled in uppercase inked on his pale skin. His abs are well defined and his nipples are in a shade of dark pink. You can see the muscles of his biceps and he has a trail of hair under his belly button, going to his pelvis. Jimin looks dreamy, it's a shame that he has such a nasty reputation.

He unbuckles his belt, the clanking sound making your stomach flutter, pussy impatiently waiting for him and what he has to deliver. He doesn't stop looking at you as he unbuttons his jeans and unzips them while your eyes immediately lower to his crotch. Under these boxers, there's a huge bulge, and you imagine a thick cock, average length but unreal girth.

"Do you want to see my cock, sweetie?" He asks you in a gentle voice, a smile on his lips, but there is no mockery behind it. Though he's asking, he's not really waiting for your consent. He doesn't need it, not at the point where you are. "Aren't you a little bit curious?" His right hand comes to caress his hard on over his boxers, veiny hand gripping it and palming it.

You don't respond, mostly because you don't know what to say. You glimpse in the direction of the chair where his phone is settled down, seeing Jimin's body hovering over yours. He looks so imposing, dominating, and for some reason this sends a wave of heat between your legs.

You look back at him and you swallow, wondering if all of this talk is to make a show for the camera. You know he knows how much it disturbs you, but it seems like it doesn't bother him. It spurs him on even more, watching your face contort in discomfort and fear, wanting to bury yourself six feet under ground.

But he also knows that despite those negative feelings, you like this situation very, very much. Your body betrays your emotions; pussy leaking down your ass, wetness sticking to your inner thighs, nipples hard and pupils dilated.

He bites down on his bottom lip, passing his thumbs under the band of his briefs. Your heart accelerates, mind going crazy at the fact of seeing Jimin's dick just in front of you, centimetres away from your crotch.

"So excited to see me... You're going to like it, baby, believe me," he chuckles, lingering his eyes over your naked body, noticing the goosebumps running along your skin and making your hair stand up on your arms.

You almost whimper when he tucks the band of his boxers down, setting his cock free from its confines. It twitches twice before standing up proud against his pale stomach, pink tip glistening from pre-cum under the light of his bedroom.

You were right; Jimin is girthy, not super long and unshaved, but his head reaches a few inches under his belly button. He's really thick, and with what you've already seen in your life, you know his dick can't enter without forcing the entry a little bit. And this is not good, really not good. Not to mention the size of his balls that will surely leave bruises on your ass.

You're not sure if you like it.

You back away on the bed, trying to escape Jimin, but he's fast at gripping your thighs and pushing you back over to him. A laugh doesn't miss to leave his mouth, finding you silly for trying to run away from him when really, there's no way of getting away.

"It's okay, little thing. No need to fight..." His gaze lowers down to his dick where he takes it in his hand, angling it toward your pussy. "It's going to happen whether you want it or not," his last words end up in a whisper, too focused on swiping his tip through your folds to speak louder.

Your walls clench around nothing and you curse yourself for it, knowing that Jimin probably saw it. You whine when you feel him rubbing his mushroom head against your clit, his cock now covered in your wetness. He teases your hole, circling it slowly, collecting more of your arousal on his length.

Then, he pushes his head in slightly, testing how your pussy adjusts itself to the size of his thick cock. You wince as he pushes in over and over again, never putting more than the tip.

"Please, stop- Jimin, it's too much," you shake under him and throw your arms over his shoulders, this simple action making him actually reconsider what he's doing. "I can't take it..."

His eyes shift up to your face, not saying anything yet, observing if you're bluffing or not. If he's a good liar, then you're a bad one. He sighs, replacing his hands on each side of your head. "Don't worry," he promises, his lips brushing the side of your face, his breath tickling your burning cheek.

He glides his cock over your cunt, spreading your pussy lips apart and covering his erection in your juices. His girth stimulates your bud of nerves just the way you need it to feel the knot in your tummy tightening again. You're still sensitive, but it feels good. It's dirty, having your cum dripping down your hole, having Jimin's dick sliding up and down your drenched pussy, mixing his pre-cum to your own arousal.

Dirty, but great, oh, so great.

The zippers of his jeans sting the skin of your thighs as he grinds his cock over your clit non-stop, making you whine and moan, in pleasure or in pain, whatever it is you don't care anymore. It's slow and somehow sensual at first, Jimin moaning himself while driving his erection through your folds.

He gives you small kisses all over your face and while he does so, you can't believe that this is the same man that you used to say you hated so much. Each kiss is warm and soft, on your cheekbones, on your forehead or on the corner of your mouth, you love them all. You could forget about his phone filming your intercourse, you could forget about how he forced you to team up with you, you could forget about everything just by the delicate touch of his plump lips on your skin.

Each roll of his hips seems painful with the way he hisses and twists the bedsheets between his fists, very weak strings holding him back from fucking his cock into your pussy. You don't understand why he respects your boundaries now, but you won't complain.

"Mmh, a-ah, fuck..." You can't get over the fact how his voice sounds so angelic, so pure, and yet, he's doing that to you. Even his deepest moans are honeyed, butterflies flapping their wings in your belly as he growls into your ear.

He fastens the cadence of his hips before stopping, as if he'd have broken down to his real urges if he had continued.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'll have to cum on your face," he informs you, his wet cock leaving your pussy. "And I want some souvenirs..." He smiles deviously, getting up on his knees to stand over your chest.

You watch him pump himself lazily, his cock hovering over your face, mouth hanging open to catch your breath. He frowns and lets out a guttural moan, looking at your poor figure laying helplessly under him. He wets his lips and directs the tip of his cock to your mouth. You close it and he takes the opportunity to pass his head over your lips, smearing your own cum on them.

He tilts his head to the side, smiling as he glances at you with such a sick curiosity. "Do you like tasting yourself on my cock, baby? Hmm?" His eyes glint in mischievousness, so turned on to use you how he pleases, how he always wanted it. "Tastes good, doesn't it? Couldn't get enough even if you wanted to..." It doesn't have much of a flavour, you think, but Jimin seems to really like it.

He decides to jerk himself off just above your face and you clench your thighs, watching in awe how his hand grips tightly his erect penis and how his palm runs up and down smoothly around it. There's something about not being able to move, trapped under Jimin, that has your clit throbbing furiously.

Maybe it's something about him pleasuring himself shamelessly, spurts of your arousal splashing around as he fucks his fist, or something about his soft but deep moans he lets out from time to time, staring at you intently as you're the one making him so horny right now.

He passes a hand through his black hair, his bangs wet from his sweat. He twists his wrist, focusing on his swollen tip before stroking his whole length. "Ah, shit," he sounds really sensitive, sucking air through his teeth. "Gonna cum," he announces rapidly, fastening the pace of his palm.

The veins on his arm are producing, and you're amazed at how many there are. His rings shine as the light makes them glint each time he comes up to his mushroom head.

You open your mouth by instinct, flattening your tongue on your chin, which makes Jimin groans angrily. "Aah, what a good fucking slut," he angles his dick toward your face, long strands of white cum landing on your face as he moans out loudly. "Oh, God..." He mutters under his breath, spilling his creamy cum across your face.

It doesn't go as planned, his seeds leak down on your nose and forehead in a long trail rather than on your tongue and lips. You close one eye because some of his cum drips down on it, keeping the other open. He fucks himself dry, little white beads spilling out of his tip to fall on your cheeks.

"Mmh, fuck, so pretty..." Jimin's eyes linger on your face, stroking himself distractedly as his cock softens in his hand. You retract your tongue back in your mouth, watching him pick up his phone from the chair.

He stops the recording and goes to take a photo vertically, cupping your chin to make you face the camera correctly. He smiles behind his phone, thumb hovering over the button. You hear the capturing sound two times before he's starting another recording.

He lets go of your chin to collect his cum on his fingers that was dripping down to your eye, bringing his digits to your lips. You can then open your eyelid, parting your lips slightly for him to insert his index and middle finger in. You lick them clean, tasting him on your tongue. It's salty, but nothing really repulsive as you thought it would be.

He pulls out of your mouth, giving your cheek a slight slap. You feel the wetness of your saliva on it. Jimin throws his phone away on his bed when he's finished with the video, stuffing himself back into his jeans. He gets up from you and helps you wipe the remains of his cum on your face.

You don't move until he dresses you in one of his t-shirts, your body completely drowned in it. You go pee and when you get out of the bathroom, he envelops you in his strong arms, bringing you back to bed.

He hugs you tightly against his naked chest, laying his head on your chest in a really intimate manner. "You won't tell anyone? Please," you whisper and he elevates his head from you, looking at you with a serious expression.

He answers nothing, instead he lays on his side and pulls you closer. He strokes your hair gently as you listen to his heartbeat, mind empty. You fall asleep eventually, only to wake up the next day, leaving in a hurry to your own dorm to prepare yourself for another day of university.

You are sitting on a bench in the university's baseball field, doing homework once again. Jimin is always glancing at you from where he is on the field, throwing the ball at Taehyung for him to hit with the bat he's holding.

Taehyung and Jungkook are changing places regularly, one or the other being the hitter. Seokjin is monitoring the two youngest, giving them tips or correcting the way they are positioned since he's the most experienced, being the baseball team's captain.

Priya is beside you, glued to her phone, probably texting Namjoon, the guy she's seeing at the moment. A gym addict, you remember her telling you and also apparently Seokjin's good friend from another campus.

Even though you're focused on your work, you still feel Jimin's eyes on you and it scares you to think that he might have told everyone about you two. He didn't because no one has addressed it, but there's a doubt, a little voice in your head telling you that he didn't respect your wish to keep it a secret.

If your friends know it, your parents, even the whole school... you have no idea how you will manage it. It doesn't seem like much of a big deal, but you just don't want this kind of information to follow you for life. Jimin isn't the type of guy you want to be associated with.

Despite the sweet nicknames he calls you, his devilish smile that makes butterflies erupt in your tummy, his insanely pretty face, his soft voice that makes you shiver, his plump pink lips browsing your skin, his beautiful hands gripping your thighs, his hot cum painting your face, how he's so gentle but has the evilest intentions at the same time.

Despite all of those things, you don't want him. You really don't. But he does.

The time passes as the boys' laughters fill the air, the positions changing; Priya talking with Taehyung, Seokjin and Jungkook bickering, Jimin making fun of them and glancing your way when his attention drifts off of his friends.

You sigh when you have to get back to your dorm by yourself, your unfaithful friend too swamped by a boy to realize you're still there. You collect your things, laptop in its cushioned case and notes back into its assigned binder.

You think you can sneak out of the baseball field without anyone noticing, but you're so wrong to even assume he doesn't have his eyes set on you.

Outside the field, you stop walking when a familiar voice calls you. "Where are you going?" You turn around, only to be met with, evidently, Jimin.

You shrug, glimpsing behind you where the university's building is. "To the dorms..." You answer, not too sure why you sound hesitant. It's not like you need his permission to go back to your room. It's late at night anyway, and you don't want to get bit by mosquitoes.

He closes the distance between you two, stepping ever so slowly, as if to tease you, to chase you. No need to go faster, he knows you'll stay there, frozen on the spot.

"You can go back with the others," you say, frowning as you want him to leave you alone. You don't voice this wish, though and you're lucky you don't because he doesn't like being rejected, especially by you.

His gaze darkens as he narrows his eyes at you and you're scared for a moment before the corner of his mouth lifts up into a smirk. "No, I'm coming with you," he decides and you know this isn't a proposition, it's a statement.

But you're not okay with this. So you back away slightly, still facing him, breath quickening. He notices your reluctance and he frowns, a scowl on his face. You keep moving back and he keeps moving forward, that is until you have enough and run in the university's direction.

Your sudden move takes Jimin by surprise and you hear him calling your name, clearly annoyed with you. He asks himself if he should run after you because if he does people will see him and that's not something he wants. But he knows you're going to the dorms, so he just has to arrive there before you do.

You soon make your way to the university residence building, relieved Jimin didn't follow you. You thought he would have, but it seems like he didn't want to bother running after you. You nonetheless look behind you from time to time, verifying in case he did in fact follow you, but you don't see him.

A little voice tells you how unfortunate it is that he didn't chase after you. Is it because he doesn't like you anymore? For some twisted reason, this idea disappoints you. Did he realize you weren't as interesting as he thought you would be or does he think you were shitty in bed? That would be quite humiliating and sad.

You liked the attention he gave you.

When you step into the corridor your room is located in, your eyes widen and your heart almost explodes as you see Jimin casually waiting in front of your door. You didn't expect him to be there, how did he even enter without you noticing?

You feel like a poor little bunny who has nowhere to go, damned to be eaten alive by the big, bad wolf slowly approaching its prey. But the difference between you and the bunny is that you're secretly turned on to be tracked down by Jimin.

He pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on when he perceives you walking in. His smile doesn't leave his beautiful plump lips, his mischievous eyes scanning your little body from head to toe.

As he reaches you, you finally come out of your torpor. "Jimin," you warn him and he stops, inches away from you. "I'm not... doing this. I don't want to."

He doesn't look convinced at all. Who are you trying to fool now, you or him? It's better not to be him because he's not the kind to give up on something he really wants.

He tilts his head, looking at you curiously, the expression he does when something intrigues him. "Don't act like this now, sweetie," he purrs, closing the gap between you two. Your breath is caught in your throat, avoiding his gaze at all cost. You're trapped between him and the wall. "You wouldn't like to have your pretty body leaked, hm, baby? It wouldn't really be a secret anymore..."

He touches your cheek with his hand, caressing the side of your face with his index finger. You shudder, pressing your books tightly against your chest. "W-What? I thought- I thought..." You stutter out, heart thumping against your rib cage.

"It doesn't matter what you thought, sweet thing." His words come out husky, his hot breath fanning across your face, making goosebumps run all over your skin. "It's okay if you don't want to, but you have to know that there'll be consequences," he almost sings this threat to you as he sounds so angelic and you're more and more scared by him. Scared in a way that makes your clit throb.

He cages you between the wall and him, pressing his body against yours feverishly til it makes him ill. Your two breaths intertwine, mingling together to create a compact atmosphere where it's hard for you to even think straight.

"The videos.... oh, and that pic," he reminds you and the events are quick at coming back into your mind. "Are all saved in my phone, only for me to look at... and believe me, I must have replayed them at least ten times, if not more," he informs you. "And, God, I was so hard just looking at you, baby."

You can't help but clench your thighs, imagining him with his phone in one hand, his cock in the other.

"Jimin," you breathe out quietly, coming out like a whisper, the sound of your voice making him focus on you. He glances down at your face, watching your lips parting to pronounce your next word. "Stop..."

Though he might have been soft before, you rejecting him again when you're clearly turned on makes him mad. He grabs your wrist and you gasp when he pulls you with him, bringing you to his room instead of yours.

You try to free yourself from his grip, but you fail miserably, almost tripping over your feet. Some people look at you weirdly, no one really stops to ask what's going on. He drags you to his door and opens it hurriedly, closing it when you're both inside.

He takes your books and your backpack away from you, putting them on the ground. You observe him in awe, you're completely in shock. He removes his baseball jacket swiftly as well as his shoes and pushes you on his bed. Your body bounces back on the mattress, Jimin crawling up to you like a hungry feline.

Heat floods through your abdomen to your core, setting your whole body on fire while your panties are getting wet as he's about to do whatever he wants to you. You squirm under him, but not because you want to get away - your body is aching to be touched, to be pleasured.

Face to face, he presses his body against yours until there's no gap separating you. He is insistent and you feel like suffocating, but you'll survive, very much so. Jimin is giving you his breath and you're giving him yours.

His t-shirt hangs loosely on him, the ends of the sleeves stopping just over his elbows. Some kisses are placed on your cheeks, on your lips, on your neck. It tingles sweetly, your stomach doing a flip, butterflies partying in your belly, pussy mewling. You feel everything at once, and intensively.

You don't protest when he removes your crop top, letting your breasts out, nipples hardening from the cold air hitting them. He plays with them for a brief moment, pinching and pulling on the little buds, before lowering down on you. Your mouth hangs open, not expecting him to do that to you.

He pulls your shoes off your feet, letting them fall on the floor beside his bed. He eyes your little white socks, deciding it'd be better if you keep them on. Due to your position and the fact that you're wearing a skirt, Jimin can see your cotton panties from his point of view. He smirks, looking at the wet patch over your cunt.

He passes an arm under your back, pulling the zipper of your skirt down and he rips the material off of you. You gasp at his brutality, but you don't think about it furthermore as he hooks his fingers under the band of your underwear, sliding it down your legs despite your little whines of embarrassment.

Your femininity is now very exposed to his insatiable eyes, gazing at it like a hungry man. Settled between your legs, he passes them over his shoulders, holding the back of your thighs so they stay open for him.

"Hmm, always so pretty... And it's all for me," he licks his lips, pink tongue peeking through them. He pushes your thighs up against your chest so he has a better access to your cunt, already glistening in your arousal. Only your feet are touching his shoulders, now. You wish for a moment that he was shirtless, and you're too shy to ask him to remove his t-shirt.

Your meaty thighs are squished over your lower stomach and you won't lie that the position is hard to keep. You're not that flexible, and surely not athletic, unlike Jimin. You whimper a little bit, feeling his breath on your wet pussy, making you shiver.

"Hold your legs up for me, sweetie," he softly commands, giving you an appreciative smile when you sneak your hands under your knees. "Good girl," he praises and you can feel your clit pulsating at how badly his words affect you.

He places his arms around your thighs and takes a hold of your hips. The cool metal of his rings brushes against your skin and you notice the chain around his neck dangling, the pendant bumping into the bed covers.

Jimin finally focuses on your cunt and when he blows on it, you can't hold in your moan. He's happy to hear your reactions, loving how you're so sensitive, how your puffy clit begs him to suck on it. But the first thing he does is kiss your inner thighs delicately while caressing your body along your curves with his veiny hands.

Then, his lips get closer to your warmth, impatiently waiting for him. He wraps his lips around your bud of nerves and suckles on it, eliciting quiet moans from you. It's gentle and you've never felt better, your fingers are in no comparison to his skillful mouth.

He sucks a bit more and your face contorts in pleasure. You try to glance at Jimin, but your position only allows you to see a fluffy head of black hair buried between your legs. The view is so filthy and you become drunk off his mouth, loving what's happening, barely remembering that he threatened you to leak the videos of you two having sex.

The sucks turn into licks, his wet muscle sliding from your hole up to your swollen clit, parting your pussy lips apart in the process. He teases your entrance with the tip of his tongue, circling around it, just dipping in slightly enough to make you needy.

Before you can ask for more, he flicks his tongue on your sensitive bud, moving his muscle from side to side rapidly. You moan out, feeling delicious tingles in the pit of your stomach. You grip your thighs harder, pussy clenching and begging to be fucked by Jimin's huge dick with such eagerness.

"Oh, my God, Jimin!" Your legs start to shake and his tongue gives you an orgasm, arching your back as he keeps stimulating your clit until you're off your high.

You sense him collecting your cream with his tongue, dipping into your folds. You let go of your thighs, letting them fall by your sides. You try to catch your breath as Jimin is still nuzzled in your pussy as if he's licking the plate after eating his meal, leaving nothing behind.

"Please, s-stop..." You cry out, being overstimulated by him. You attempt to push his head away, but he doesn't nudge a bit. "It's too much."

He looks up at you, leaning on his elbows. "Stop complaining or I'll fuck this pussy with my cock without feeling any pity," he warns you and you give up, but you still whine weakly.

When you think he's finished, he penetrates you with two fingers at once, sliding in so easily with how wet you are. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp, your own fingers are certainly not as big as Jimin's. They might be small for a man, but in no way that means they're the same size as yours.

"Shh, my sweet baby, it's okay. Relax, you're so tense..." He says, face hovering over your cunt as he slowly pumps his digits into you. He keeps them straight the first few strokes, but he starts to scissor your insides as well. You feel your pussy expanding around his fingers, it's a really unfamiliar sensation, but since it's Jimin, you slowly chill down.

He hooks his fingers perfectly inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot. The overstimulation is replaced by this new pleasure, much more intense and significant than the other. He expertly moves his two digits at a regular pace, holding your thigh up with his free hand.

Your juices are dripping down your ass, the feeling kind of uncomfortable, but Jimin fingering you makes you forget about everything around you except for him.

His palm is facing up, colliding with your clit each time he's knuckles deep into your messy cunt. He hums pleasantly when he feels you clench around him, seeing that you're having a good time. He lowers his head again and you immediately grasp his hair in your fist when he nips at your sensitive clit.

He flattens his palm since his chin is in the way and instead pets your spot inside of you with the pads of his fingers. It's sweet and almost magical. You feel like he's munching on your pussy, opening and closing his mouth over your clit, tongue viciously licking the little bud. It's slow, it's perfect, it's everything your body needs. That you need.

You let out soft moans, pulling on his black locks, completely in love with his mouth until it leaves you again. You would have complained, despite his warning of earlier, but he literally finger fucks you and it cuts you off instantly from saying anything.

He doesn't miss a beat, constantly rubbing your magic spot, making you lift your back from the mattress. You twist the bedsheets between your fingers, a fire in your belly, growing more and more with Jimin's ministrations.

"What the-!" You never say the end of your sentence, frowning and closing your eyes as you let the pleasure of another orgasm take over you. Jimin never stops, gaze shifting between your face and your pussy regularly to catch your reactions. "Jimin, wha-what's... Oh, God!" You scream, and everything happens so fast.

He pumps his fingers in and a clear liquid floods out of your cunt, in droplets first, but then bigger. You don't see what's happening, but an intense pleasure rips through you and your body is shaking like a leaf.

"Oh, fuck," you hear Jimin cursing, almost moaning after. His rhythm slows down, more fluid coming out. "You're such a girl good, shit, it's so fucking hot," he growls and stops his movements, hand cupping your cunt, patting it gently.

There's a wet puddle under your ass and you blink several times, coming back to Earth, feeling totally knocked out. "Jiminie..." You whine out, looking down at him.

The front of his t-shirt is soaked and some droplets fall from his chin. Immediately, you feel your cheeks heating up, so embarrassed from what you did. You squirted all over him to the point of wetting his clothes. But he looks nowhere disgusted, rather turned on than anything else.

He laughs, though it's not to mock you at all. He's just so happy, so fucking in love.

"I'm sorry..." You apologize shyly, but Jimin shakes his head, crawling back up to you.

"No, baby, no..." He coos, pampering your cheeks and forehead in feathery kisses. "There's nothing to be sorry for. It felt good, am I right?" He asks and you nod, feeling particularly ashamed. "Of course it was, I should have filmed it... Well, maybe next time," he sighs contentedly, smiling adorably.

He kisses you on the lips and after that intense orgasm, you start to feel guilty. Embarrassed, ashamed. Not because you stained his t-shirt, but because you liked it. A lot.

It makes you want to repeat it solely with Jimin. Forever and ever. But you can't, not again, not after you told yourself you wouldn't.

For Jimin, it was everything he's ever wanted in his life. You and him in the same bed, having sex, enjoying yourselves. It couldn't be better, really. He'll do anything it takes to keep you with him and believe him when he tells you there's going to be a next time.

Nothing will stop him from having what he wants, not even you.