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Part 2: The memories you two had burnt into ash as you threw away the remains of the relationship you had with Jungkook. Jungkook seemed to hate Jimin but everything else about him remained painfully similar. You, on the other hand, grew a mask that dug into your skin so horrendously that no one could recognize you. Neither one of you remembered the other and yet fate seemed to have other plans.

>>Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | fuckboy!jk x witch!reader

>>Word Count: 7.7k

>>Genre: Mini Series / Smut & Angst

>>Warnings/Kinks: Arguments, breast play, creampie, fingering, oral (receiving), praise, unprotected sex, witchcraft

>>Author’s Note: Hi guys! It’s been a pretty rough year for me so far and i’m so sorry i’ve been inactive for so long. Life really got in the way but i’m hoping to get back into it slowly. I’ll be working on requests soon and thank you for supporting me! I hope you enjoy this long overdue second part to slow burn and if you enjoy my writing i would really appreciate a tip. Woman in STEM struggling here fr :( Love you guys!

Memories of you swarmed his mind and Jungkook desperately tried to hold onto you as your body turned into ash, flying away from his grasp. Every kiss, every night together, and every study session gone like the wax of the candle you had burnt. He could remember the event but never who it was with.

It was similar for you, like someone had reached their hand inside your skull to rip out every precious memory you had of him. The pain still somehow lingered even after you had no idea who you were mourning over and witchcraft became a cause of pain to you. Your entire personality had changed overnight. Even Taehyung could only see glimpses of your past self.

Everyone around you remembered what you and Jungkook shared but they just assumed you two broke it off and moved on. Taehyung remained friends with Jungkook but you two never seemed to cross paths.

“Tae, do you know where my lab report papers went?”, you yelled from your bedroom, shoving papers all over the floor as you searched for the damn thing you had been working on for days. The dark circles underneath your eyes were evident from that work. Typically, you’d just pull up the papers on your laptop and print them out again but the papers you were looking for had the peer edits on them you needed to edit it.

“No clue. Maybe ask Namjoon if he has them. You’ve been pretty forgetful lately so maybe you left them the last time you two studied together”, Tae suggested, leaning against the frame of your bedroom door as he watched you. He was eating one of the cookies you had bought the other day when you were stocking up on comfort foods. Midterms were kicking your ass, especially after switching your major to biology.

Taehyung tried to convince you that you never liked those terribly hard advanced math and science classes but you insisted it was a much more practical major in comparison to your theology one. Besides, you couldn’t even stomach the idea of continuing learning religion after your own had hurt you so much.

“Can you take a second to breathe? Damn woman”, Tae huffed, shoving the last bit of cookie into his mouth and swallowing it in what looks to be a single chew before he’s walking over to you. There’s sweat dripping down your forehead and your hands are shaking in sheer panic. He’s never seen you so miserable before.

“Tae, I need to get this done. If I don’t find those damn papers I’m done for”, even you were aware you sounded more than a little dramatic but it did feel like the end of the world. Tae just nodded and rubbed your shoulders, trying to get even a smidge of the worked up tension out of you.

“Okay okay. I’ll call Namjoon and if he doesn’t know where it is then I’ll help you look for it”, you finally nodded and sat down on your bed, waiting for Tae to call your friend. His phone barely rang once before Namjoon picked up, his voice on speaker so that you could listen to it.

“Hey Nam, do you happen to have Bae’s lab report? She’s freaking out and needs it tonight”, you had no idea where Tae got the idea of Bae for your nickname as it was a recent development. He said you were the “Bae to his Tae” which you said was stupid but he just waved you off and it stuck.

“Oh, let me look. Maybe I accidentally grabbed it”, you could hear Namjoon shuffling through his backpack. Your hands were clasped so tightly together that your fingers were turning red.

“Here it is! I’ll bring it right over. Sorry about that”, you let out the loudest sigh of relief you’ve ever had. Tae laughed and thanked Namjoon before hanging up. He looked at you and then around your room, still disappointed at how barren it looked without all your candles, crystals, and collectibles. They were pretty and brightened the room up.

Now it was just a dull white room with a dull black bed and desk. No color.

“See? You need to stop freaking out. It’s bad for you”, Tae ruffled your hair and his boxy grin filled up your view. You despised that grin. Not because it wasn’t cute because it was. It’s because that grin held so much mischief and trouble behind it.

“Stop that”, you pushed him away with your hand on his forehead and he stumbled backwards.

“What? I didn’t do anything”, he huffed, crossing his arms like a toddler having a temper tantrum.

“Kim Taehyung. I’m your best friend and I know that grin well”, you glared at him, crossing your arms back as if you were scolding him.

“I was just thinking that after you were done with your report thingy we could go clubbing”, he suggested, puppy dog eyes already at the ready. You quickly averted your gaze.

“Tae, I can’t. I have so many things to do. Midterm week, remember?”, Tae put both of his hands on each of your cheeks and squished them together, making you look at him.

“Sureee but it’s one night. Come on”, Tae nudges you with his shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows playfully to attempt to loosen you up. You finally sighed and nodded your head.

“Help me edit this paper and I’ll go with you”, he nods enthusiastically and grabs the papers out of your hands, running to your desk to begin helping you edit. You couldn’t help but laugh and soon enough the night came.

Jungkook showed up to the club with yet another bruise purpling his cheek, replacing the one that had just freshly healed. Yet another fight to add to the list Jimin had made up in his mind. The lit cigarette in Jungkook’s hand was something he never imagined to see considering how important his ex-friend had considered his health before.

Jimin watched as Jungkook settled into one of the seats, elbows on his knees as he took a puff from the cigarette. He took a deep inhale of it, let it settle into his chest, and then blew it out. He had new tats all up his right arm, an eyebrow piercing, and a lip piercing. If Jimin was still his friend then he’d tell him how proud he was.

Jimin finally looked away when Jungkook finished smoking, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it with his black boots. The fire went out and he picked it up to put in the trash next to the seat he was in. He looked completely different and acted so differently.

A woman seemed to notice those differences too as she approached Jungkook in a red dress that was skin tight, showing off every curve. She quite literally fell into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as if they had known each other for years. Like this was instinct.

Soon enough, they were making out on the couch. Jungkook’s big tattooed hands holding her face as she started to grind against his thigh. It was so inappropriate that you had to avert your eyes as soon as you saw it.

“Ew, Tae I already want to leave”, you were going to cut off your best friend’s circulation if you kept up the tight grip you had on his arm. It was like you thought he was going to disappear any moment.

“Bae, you can let go of my arm now. No one is going to eat you alive”, Tae laughed and you finally loosened your grip when you noticed his skin was turning red. Taehyung didn’t even question the fact that you didn’t bring up Jungkook. He just assumed seeing him makeout with someone else was too much to talk about.

“Whatever. Can we dance now?”, you weren’t a total debbie downer and Tae knew that as he guided you to the dance floor, immediately starting to dance along with you. The rose quartz necklace you always wore bounced against your chest as you swayed and jumped along with the music. It was the first time in ages that Taehyung could say you looked happy.

He wasn’t the only one to notice.

From his spot on the couch, Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes off that very same necklace. His hands were on the woman on his lap but his eyes were on you. Something seemed to keep his gaze trapped as he watched the sweat go down your face as your eyes closed. You were stunning and felt so familiar but he couldn’t place why his body called for you.

There was a woman just as beautiful on his lap currently, ready to abide by his every wish and command and, yet, he wanted you. His head tilted as he tried to find a reason for it until finally the woman kissing his neck realized his hands had stopped moving along her thighs.

“Hey, what are you looking at?”, she asked, getting off of him to stand in front of him, hands placed firmly on her hips.

“Sorry sweetheart, I think I’ve changed my mind”, he gave a half-hearted smile and she scoffed before walking away, looking for another man to seduce for the night. He couldn’t blame her. Sex was fun.

“Tae, don’t you dare leave me”, by the time you had opened your eyes to reality, you noticed that your best friend was dancing with another girl. He gave an innocent boxy grin to you and you knew you were doomed for a lonely night on the dance floor. You shook your head but waved him along and he went to dance with her, hands placed on her hips.

You knew it was bound to happen considering this is what always happens when Tae takes you clubbing.

You were about to walk away to the bar when you felt someone close to your back, stopping you in your tracks before the person tapped your shoulder. You turned around to see the guy from the couch towering over you. Now that you were closer to him, you could see the tattoos crawling up his arm. From the brief look you had, you could make out an eye, some words, and multiple shapes on his hands.

“Can I help you?”, you raised an eyebrow, immediately crossing your arms to look more guarded. You had to stop the little habit you had developed where you death gripped the necklace around your neck when you were anxious. The gaze of the man in front of you had made you feel small and it was unwelcomed.

“I was wondering if you were free tonight, princess”, something crawled up your spine when he said princess.

“Sorry, I don’t do that”, you shook your head, knowing he just wanted to have sex with you. You had to admit that he was attractive but you knew your worth despite how desperate you were for some affection. Being a woman in STEM was rough for sure.

“Aw, what a pity. That’s okay. I just want you to know you’re gorgeous”, he smiled and your heart skipped a beat, your arms involuntarily falling to your side. He had two bandages on his forehead, covering what looked to be a massive scar. The bruise on his cheek didn’t help hide his devilish demeanor either but yet his eyes screamed playful and innocent like an angel. He’s definitely dangerous and you shouldn’t be near him.

He was about to turn around and your brain screamed at you not to but your hand seemed to grab his arm before you could convince yourself otherwise. It felt like hands were gripping your body, holding you in place as he spun back around to look at you again. It was such a foreign feeling to not have control over yourself and you almost thought of a supernatural reason before you shut that down.

“What’s your name?”, you looked up at him, still holding onto his arm. He smirked and leaned down so you could hear him better over the blasting music, coming face to face with you.

“Jungkook”, he gently removed your hand from his arm and kissed it, raising an eyebrow as you repeated the name in what looked like a trance.

“Jungkook. Okay”, you nodded and he chuckled, looking down at your lips and he bit his own. Jungkook looked like it was ripping him apart not to touch you.

“Oh, hey Jungkook”, you felt the arm of your best friend land on your shoulders before you heard him. No girl in sight with him and you would have to remember to ask him what happened with her.

“Hey Taehyung, what brings you here?”, Jungkook looks irritated that he was interrupted but smiles at your friend nonetheless. You were beyond confused on how the two knew each other.

“___ needed a night out, so I brought her here”, Taehyung gestured with his head down to you and Jungkook looked down at you again.

“Yeah, and we were just leaving”, you smiled at Jungkook and grabbed Tae’s hands to drag him out of the club. If you stayed under that man’s hungry gaze any longer then you might’ve ripped his clothes off instead.

“You literally introduced us to each other, Bae”, Taehyung rubbed his eyes, obviously too sleepy to deal with your shit. It was the morning after you two had gone clubbing and your best friend was half asleep at your kitchen table. He was waiting for breakfast, eyes half closed as he leaned his chin against his hand.

“But I’m telling you I don’t know him”, of course you had to ask about Jungkook considering he was the most handsome man you had ever seen. Bruises and all.

“Well, I’m telling you you do. You two were disgustingly in love at one point”, Taehyung fake vomited and got up to take the spatula from you. Obviously he was just joking with you cause you had no recollection of the tattooed stranger. But, as you watched Tae sleepily flip the pancakes, you wondered why you did find him so familiar.

“Whatever you say. I have to go to the chem lab now”, you laughed and slung your backpack over your back. Taehyung turned to look at you and sighed before flicking the rose quartz around your neck, causing it to sway.

“Where do you think the necklace came from? It certainly didn’t just randomly manifest on your doorstep”, he turned back to the stove and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You didn’t have time to process what he said before you were out the door heading to your lab. You couldn’t afford to be late over a man you barely know.

Lab seemed the same as usual. You grabbed the safety goggles you had to wear every time before you walked over to your table, setting up your laptop, a calculator, and some paper in case you had to show work. Time passed by as you waited for the class to start and your lab partner never showed up.

Your TA came over and raised an eyebrow to which you responded with a simple shrug. You really didn’t want to have to do this lab alone.

“Jungkook, since your partner also isn’t here then you can partner with ___ today”, your TA called out to a man on the other side of the room. Your jaw almost dropped when it was the same Jungkook from the club that stepped out from behind another table and walked over. He somehow even pulled off the goofy looking safety goggles.

“Long time no see ___”, Jungkook chuckled, getting some gloves out of the box set up at your table. He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, revealing the ink that you had briefly scanned over the night prior. Talk about mouthwatering.

“Yeah, guess fate really does exist”, you pull the gloves onto your hands before you start looking over the instructions for the lab. You were trying so hard to ignore the stare that was obviously coming from your lab partner.

“Are you going to start the experiment or just stare at me the whole time?”, one thing you were not going to play with is your grade.

“Not sure. Are you going to give me your number?”, he raised an eyebrow at you, obviously not kidding. How annoying.

“Seriously? Just do the damn work”, you huffed in annoyance. You already had a massive headache and this playboy was not making it any better.

“Taehyung said you needed to destress. I can help with that”, he suggested and you couldn’t help but scoff as you poured the solution into the well.

“Really? Cause, at the moment, you’re just causing more of it”, you shook your head and shoved the instructions in his direction, “turn on the computer”. He did as you asked as slow as possible just to irritate you.

“That could change if you give me your number”, you could tell he would’ve backed down if you told him to but you didn’t know if you wanted him to.

“Fine”, you sighed and held your hand out. Jungkook grinned and placed his phone into your hand, watching as you reluctantly put your number in there.

“Sweet, now watch me finish this in thirty minutes tops, sourpuss”, he confidently said once he had his phone back and you shook your head as another chill went up your spine. It was like a ghost’s finger was tracing it.

“Bet”, you stated before you solely focused on the experiment.

Jungkook was like an irritating candle that wouldn’t go out. You kept trying to extinguish that flame he seemed to have for you with no luck. The wick kept relighting itself and it seemed he wouldn’t give up on you. You couldn’t tell if you were just his next sex target or if he genuinely wanted to know you. Probably the former.

It finally got to the point that you resorted back to your tarot cards, something that you swore you’d never use again. You’d only do it once for some clarity and you’d throw the damn things away.

As you shuffled the deck, you felt some of your stress naturally melt away. You pictured Jungkook in your head as you shuffled them, waiting for some cards to fly out. You expected it to naturally take a while since you haven’t used the cards but three cards immediately fell out of the stack.

You laid them out and put the other cards to the side. What stared back at you was the lovers reversed, the high priestess reversed, and the wheel of fortune. You scratched your head as you looked at them, wondering why those were the ones to fall out. It’s like your brain was clouded as you tried to place them together.

The lovers reversed was for the loss of a lover that you can’t seem to remember and the high priestess reversed is the loss of an inner voice which is likely your connection to your religion. At least one makes sense. But, as you stare at the wheel of fortune, you’re baffled even more. Fate.

It couldn’t be a coincidence, right? You and Jungkook had just talked about fate in your lab the other day.

“Oh, fuck you. Just confusing me more. What do the lovers reversed have to do with him?”, you rested your forehead against the table as another throbbing headache started to form. You couldn’t tell if it was from the Jungkook situation, the lack of sleep, water, and food, or stress.

You have an inkling that you gave up witchcraft for a reason tied to that lovers card but you didn’t want to cause the headache to worsen by thinking about it.

“Any leads there detective?”, you stood straight up just to see Namjoon standing in your doorway. His eyes scanned the cards spread out on your desk and he almost smiled before you quickly started putting them away.

“Not really. I got the lovers reversed and I have no idea why”, Namjoon didn’t really know the meaning of the card but if he did then he would definitely have the answer to why you got it.

“You’ll figure it out. I’m sure”, he smiled half-heartedly as he leaned against the door frame. He and Taehyung were about to work together on Namjoon’s latest newspaper article.

“Thanks, Nam”, you smiled at him before you grabbed your bag and stood up from your desk chair.

“Where are you heading?”, Namjoon tilted his head, moving out of your way as you left your bedroom.

“To the library. I’m going to do some investigating”, you smiled at him before leaving the apartment, closing the door behind you. You could only hope that he and Tae wouldn’t destroy the place while you were gone.

The walk to the library always felt weird to you, your feet dragging behind you as if the world didn’t want you to go. You couldn’t really listen to that instinct though considering you couldn’t really focus in your room on schoolwork. Plus, the library has always been a safe place for you.

The door creaked as you pushed it open, revealing the familiar layout of books in front of you stacked neatly on each shelf. You really didn’t want to go to the section you needed to go to for answers but you allowed your feet to naturally lead you there.

The words “THEOLOGY” stared back at you as if to taunt you. You let out a huff and suddenly a splitting headache erupted, causing you to grip your head as the horrendous pain engulfed it. Rumbling began to fill your ears and you looked up to see the bookshelves under the sign shaking horribly, books falling onto the ground. You blinked and they stopped moving, as if it had never happened to begin with.

The headache went away just the same but one of the books that had fallen caught your eye at the bottom of the bookshelf. It was simply titled “love magick” in bright pink, standing out against its solid black cover. It looked old, dust layering it and, as you picked it up to inspect it, most of the dust flew up into the air.

“Sourpuss? What are you doing here?”, fate really did like to fuck you over, didn’t it?

“Oh, nothing”, you quickly hid the book into your arm, hiding the cover as unsuspiciously as you could, “just doing some research for a paper”.

“Well, that’s boring. Want to know what is not boring though?”, Jungkook raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer to you, causing you to subconsciously step back until your back was against the bookcase behind you. The scene felt oddly familiar. Something was holding you in place as Jungkook finally stopped in front of you, chest pressed against your own.

“Do I even want to know?”, you tried to sound confident but your voice came out shaky.

“You”, your face twisted into confusion as a Jungkook that looked much younger than the one in front of you flashed inside your head saying the very same thing. Jungkook couldn’t understand why you suddenly dropped your book and shook your head, trying to think of a reason. You didn’t even know Jungkook back then, so how did you know what he looked like?

“What’s wrong?”, he looked down to see the book you had dropped, about to crouch down to get it but he read the title before he did.

“Why are you reading about love magick?”, Jungkook tilted his head and finally crouched down to pick up the book, turning it around in his hands to figure out why you would want such a thing. “That’s an odd research topic for a STEM major”.

“I have a humanities class, idiot”, you scoffed, quickly trying to come with an excuse. You reached out to grab the book back but Jungkook held it high enough out of your reach.

“Really? Cause it would make a lot of sense why I feel this pull to you if you’ve been doing some kind of love spell on me”, you felt almost offended that he could think such a thing and your patience hit an all time low.

“That is not what’s happening, Jungkook! I don’t understand the pull either. Yes, I practiced witchcraft before but I gave it up. I just wanted to find answers”, you sighed, trying to take deep breaths between words. Jungkook looked confused, slowly lowering the book back down and you grabbed it from his grasps to hold it close to your chest.

“Why’d you give it up?”, he was talking to you but you noticed his eyes were set on the crystal around your neck, the bright pink reflecting in his brown eyes. You tried to find an answer to his question but couldn’t find one just like you couldn’t give an answer to Taehyung when he asked. You just threw your stuff out with no explanation.

“I don’t know. It just felt wrong to do it. Like it ripped something away from me”, you shrugged, opening the book to start flipping through the pages.

“Do you think you did something to me?”, he raised an eyebrow, watching the pages with you and he could barely see the recipes on the paper due to all the words filling them. Warnings, rules, and everything else under the moon seemed to be written in there. Jungkook had no idea how you could read that stuff.

“I’m not sure but it could explain why Taehyung seems to think we knew each other before. I just don’t know why I would do such a thing”, Jungkook finally got fed up with the crystal swaying back and forth, distracting him and he grabbed the damn thing to stop it. You tried to jump back from the sudden contact just for the bookcase to stop you in your tracks.

He seemed to freeze in place, hand tightly grasping the rose quartz. The memories seemed to rise from the dead, building up from the ash inside his brain. You were just staring at him with wide eyes as his cold eyes slowly started to well up with tears. You had no idea how you had upsetted him but you just stayed still in fear that you would make it worse.

“Jungkook? Are you okay?”, you looked up at him and his arms slowly wrapped around you, holding you so tight that you thought he would break your ribs.

“I know you don’t remember but just stay still a minute, princess”, Jungkook buried his face into your shoulder, rubbing your back as if he had known you forever.

“O-Okay”, your voice cracked, awkwardly rubbing his back in return. You never thought you would see such a fighter in such a fragile state.

“Ok, princess I need you to hold this”, he pulled back and held up the crystal to you. You didn’t understand considering you had touched that thing multiple times.

“Alright?”, you reached up and touched it with your finger to find that, like you expected, nothing happened.

“Nothing? Hmm, wrap your hand around it”, he gripped your hand and made you grip it just like he had, holding your hand on his own to keep it in place. You felt more from his hand than the necklace.

“Still nothing. What happened, Jungkook?”, you ripped your hand from his, getting a little freaked out from the sudden contact. Jungkook was into you but he never initiated physical contact past the club.

“I remember everything. We did know each other before the club. You’re the reason I know Taehyung”, you couldn’t deny that that checks out considering Taehyung had told you that the morning after the club.

“Really? Then, why can’t I remember?”, you frowned, looking down at the necklace as if it would suddenly work for you.

“You did a bond-breaking spell. The necklace must be connected to why you did it or something, right?”, Jungkook raised an eyebrow and you guessed that also makes sense since Taehyung said Jungkook gave it to you it.

“Listen, I know it’s confusing right now but we’ll figure it out, okay?”, he gently put his hands on your shoulders and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“Okay, do you remember anything that I had the night I did the spell?”, you raised an eyebrow, grabbing Jungkook’s hand to drag him out of the library and towards your apartment. You had to have done the spell there considering candles were needed for that spell.

“Not particularly”, you could tell he was deep in thought even though he was staring at you, probably trying to make up for the lost time you two had.

You began to go through the process of a bond-breaking spell in your head. Candles, carve the initials, tie the rope, and burn. Candles, carve the initials, tie the rope, and burn.

“That’s it! Burn!”, you stopped in your tracks, turning to look at Jungkook. He looked even more confused than before.

“You know nothing, do you? I had to burn the candles which means I used a lighter, right?”, you asked as if he could answer and you continued on your way, not even letting him answer before he was being dragged behind you again.

“Taehyung! Do you know where my lighter is?”, you stopped using the thing when you gave up witchcraft since you had no use for it. You had no idea what Tae had done with it after you gave it to him to use. He could use it more than you.

“Uh, why?”, he turned around on the couch along with Namjoon, both of them staring at you and a wide-eyed Jungkook. They looked at each other and then back at you both.

“I think I did a bond-breaking spell on Jungkook and I”, Taehyung just looked at you with a blank stare, having no idea what that meant, “aka I made us forget about each other”. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, well that explains a lot. Why would you do that though?”, he tilted his head and Namjoon couldn’t help but be curious too. You looked at Jungkook along with them. He looked absolutely guilty.

“You have to listen all the way through cause it is going to sound bad at first”, he gently let go of your hand just in case and you all nodded, staring at him eagerly.

“Jimin and I were obviously close friends before and he dared me to try to take ___ out because he had some weird vendetta against her due to her religion. It started out as a deal when I started to talk to you and when you were tutoring me”, your face scrunched up at the knowledge that you were being played around with. No wonder you did the spell. You had to trust Jungkook though.

“I realized, though, that I really did like spending time with you. You made me a better person and student and I think I made you more confident in your religion which explains why both of those things were stripped away after the spell. Anyways, I only continued talking to Jimin to get the necklace as a gift for you but you overheard us talking and misunderstood. You did the spell before I could explain”, it seemed like Jungkook said it all in one breath but you understood enough for relief to flood through you. Your hand instinctively held onto the necklace.

“Wow, that’s a lot”, Namjoon blinked a few times like his brain couldn’t keep up with all the information.

“Yeah, for real. Now, let me try to remember where I put that lighter”, Tae jumped up and started rummaging through drawers in your kitchen. You couldn’t focus much on him though with all the information that was just thrown at you.

“Found it!”, it had probably been after a few minutes of you and Jungkook just staring at each other before Taehyung ran over with the white lighter in his hands. He stopped and held it out to you like it was a fragile item.

“Thank you. Hopefully this works”, you smiled weakly at Jungkook and he smiled back, trying to offer some courage. You finally picked up the lighter, warmth flooding into your hands and up your arms before your own memories started to reappear. Jungkook held onto you as you started to become overwhelmed, shaking where you stood. The feeling you had before the spell came flooding back.

Your heart begged for Jungkook just like your body did before.

You pressed your cheek against Jungkook’s chest, gently punching him with your fist over and over again.

“You’re such an asshole”, you mumbled and he laughed, wrapping his arms around you. His chin ended up on top of your head.

“How am I the asshole?”.

“For not just asking me to be your girlfriend in a normal way”, you sighed, knowing that all of this could have been avoided.

“I’m sorry”, Jungkook’s heart swelled as he kept reliving all of your memories together in his head. He gently ushered with his head for Taehyung and Namjoon to leave and they nodded, gathering their belongings before heading out the door.

“For importantly, though, change your major back to theology. You’re miserable, princess”, you raised your head to look at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Your makeup doesn’t really hide the eyebags”, he smiled apologetically, trying to explain how he knew as best as he could.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll change back”, you smiled, just staring up at what you now know is someone meant to be in your life.

“Good cause I was definitely prepared to take your calculator or something if I needed to”, Jungkook smiled and you didn’t respond, too lost in the memories that didn’t seem to stop. Some were much more distracting than others.

And Jungkook certainly wasn’t helping when one of his fingers was absentmindedly circling your hip bone under your shirt, the fabric having risen up a bit.

“Jungkook”, his eyes moved to follow you as you looked up at him, his finger never stopping the shapes he was drawing unknowingly. He seemed so lost in thought that he barely registered that you were leaning up to kiss him.

“Jungkook, baby, I can’t reach”, your hands cupped his cheeks and he finally snapped out of his trance, looking at you below him. You really couldn’t because of how tall he was, especially since he was wearing boots.

“Oh, sorry princess”, he chuckled and finally leaned down to mesh your lips together, electricity sparking through you both and his hands traveled higher up to your rib cage. Your body shivered in response, moaning into his mouth. Jungkook pulled back in shock, wondering what could have elicited such a response.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s been a while”, you pouted and he just smiled, continuing to make shapes in your skin.

“I think this time I should make sure you never forget me”, he grinned and leaned down to cup the backs of your thighs with his hands, lifting you up effortlessly. Almost naturally, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“How do you plan on doing that?”, you run your fingers through his black hair, realizing it was much longer than before. You liked how curly it had become with the length.

“Well, if you will allow it, I want to treat you right this time”, Jungkook kissed the tip of your nose and you couldn’t help but nod. You had never seen such a sweet side to him and you were curious what that could be like in the bedroom. Especially considering you had not hooked up with anyone else after him.

“Please, Jungkook. But, I need you to know I haven’t done it since then”, he nodded and laid you down on your bed gently, hovering over you. It was a scene you’d love to get used to again.

“That’s okay. I’ll take it slow and if anything hurts please let me know, okay?”, you immediately nodded and Jungkook started to gently lift your shirt up until it stopped right below your breasts.

“God, I remember all the places I wanted to kiss you. I should’ve”, he sighs, pupils blown out as he takes you in.

“Really? Show me”, you were curious as you watched the man lean down, pressing his lips against the hip bone he had been circling earlier. You gasped as he suddenly bit down on the area and then licked it like he was soothing the pain.

“Here? Was this where my finger was?”, you felt yourself getting light-headed from both how close Jungkook was and from the aftermath of your memories and feelings coming back. “Princess”, his mouth moved upwards, teeth grazing against your skin until he made it to the lower part of your ribcage. “Here?”, you were so wet as you were focused on the past things Jungkook had done to you.

“Sweetheart, pay attention”, Jungkook began to push the fabric of your shirt a little higher and sucked on the underside of your boob. You immediately snapped out of the library memory that was playing in your head. Your hands were gripping his shoulders and you hadn’t even realized. “Here?”.

“Uh, yes. Well, no”, you shook your head to try to regain the past few moments back. “Oh, it was the first one!”, Jungkook chuckled at how excited you got, his hands pulling the shirt and bra off of you to throw off to the side. You shivered from how intensely he was looking at you from your chest, eyes locked on you.

“Do you remember when you realized you liked me?”, you asked, realizing Jungkook was now distracted. His eyes were darting from your breasts to your face, breathing shallow.

“Remember what?”, he finally asked, not even paying attention as he started to trace a finger around the birthmark on your ribcage.

“When you started to like me”, his hand came up to cup your breast and you instantly clenched around nothing.

“Ever since I laid eyes on you. Both times”, he looked up at you, eyes glazed over with so much lust and love that you were almost convinced this wasn’t Jungkook looking at you.

His eyes roamed until they were on the small of your back, pushing there gently to arch your back. You watched as he fit one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking on it as you rubbed your thighs together. You never noticed how sensitive your nipples were until they hardened under Jungkook’s tongue. Jungkook groaned and you looked down to notice he was stroking his cock between every breath he took between sucking your tits, watching the hard points of your nipples.

“Princess, I think I’ve changed my mind”, you were about to frown, wondering what you did wrong. Jungkook rested his head against your sternum, looking down at your body. “I think my favorite color must be red now”, he said as his finger trailed along the waistband of your underwear peeking out from over your skirt. He moved his finger down to push the skirt down your legs, shoving it off the bed along with your shirt.

You let out a sigh of relief and Jungkook smirked as his finger moved down your panties, grazing over your clit and down to the wet spot in the fabric. “Damn, princess”, he quietly whispered and your cheeks heated up at the knowledge that you were way too swollen and wet for how little he has done. “Your body really did miss me, huh?”, Jungkook looked up at you and you just nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

He moved the fabric of your panties to the side, his finger getting soaked between your folds and he slowly started to sink the digit into your entrance. There was no resistance and Jungkook smiled at how you clenched around the finger, trying to make sure the pleasure wouldn’t leave.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful”, the words barely reached your ears as you closed your eyes, leaning against the pillow below you as pleasure erupted through you. You could feel Jungkook’s lips trailing along your stomach as he slowly added another finger, stretching you out more. His fingers were big and you had to open your legs further to make room. His other hand began to circle shapes on your hip.

“Relax, sweetheart”, your hands immediately gripped his arms when he curled his fingers just right inside of you, your mouth hanging open as pleasure went up your spine. He smiled at the sight, continuing to thrust into that spot. “There it is”, your nails were digging into his skin but Jungkook didn’t mind one bit. He only had one goal in mind and that was to get you prepped for him, resulting in his face slowly going lower down your body.

You didn’t really notice until you felt his warm tongue press against your clit, causing you to clench around his fingers and let out a gasp. Your hands moved to grip the sheets when Jungkook moved his own to hold your thighs apart, feeling them shake within his grasp. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten up and you were clenching tightly around Jungkook’s fingers, barely allowing him to move them.

“I’m gonna cum! Fuck, Jungkook”, he kept his speed steady, swiping his tongue back and forth on your bundle of nerves until you’re cumming all over his fingers. He slowly pulled them out, letting you ride the orgasm. Embarrassment fills you as you look down to see his digits completely soaked in your arousal. Your chest rises and falls quickly as you calm down from your high.

“Can you handle more, baby? Can I fuck you?”, he’s gently rubbing your sore thighs as he looks down at you, waiting patiently for a response as you catch your breath. You move your hands to rub his arms, letting him know you’re okay.

“Yeah, please fuck me”, you nod and Jungkook kisses your forehead as he pulls down his pants and boxers. You watch as he starts pumping his cock with his hand, quickly being reminded of how big he is. Your mouth practically waters at the sight, watching as precum starts to leak from the tip.

He pushes himself between your thighs, aligning his cock with your entrance and the tip is pressing against your entrance.

“Are you ready? Let me know if it’s too much”, you nod and Jungkook leans down further against you, allowing you to wrap your arms around him as an anchor before he’s pushing himself in slowly. The burn of the stretch is worse than usual and your nails dig into Jungkook’s skin as you wince.

“Jungkook, hurts”, he immediately stops, looking down at you with concern. You wrap your legs around his waist and the new angle helps a little bit with the stretch.

“Just wait a second. I’m okay”, you smile reassuringly and he nods, pressuring his forehead against yours as he relishes in how you feel.

“Princess, you’re so tight and warm”, he sighs and you smile before you’re kissing him, getting used to the stretch he was providing you. You pulled back and gave Jungkook a nod. He slowly started to push more inside until he bottomed out, completely pressed against you.

“Can I move, princess? Or do you need more time?”, he gently pushed your legs up against your chest.

“You can move”, you nodded and looked down, watching as his cock completely came out of you just to go all the way back in as Jungkook moved. A bulge formed in your stomach every time he went back inside and you could’ve cum just at the sight of that.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you take my cock”, he groaned, watching the same scene you are and you clenched at the praise. Jungkook had to have noticed cause he grinned before his finger was circling your clit, enhancing the pleasure he was already giving you plenty of. He started setting an even pace and the familiar knot was forming again in your stomach, your legs shaking around Jungkook’s waist.

He was a little clumsy sometimes, cock slipping out just for him to have to align it back in but he felt too good for you to mind at all. His voice was tickling your skin as he whispered about how beautiful you are or how good you felt but you honestly couldn’t focus much on it. You were sucking him in deeper with every thrust he took, gripping him harder as if your body couldn’t let him go.

You watched as Jungkook trembled on top of you, pure pleasure going across his face as his cum filled you, spilling out as he continued to thrust. You grinned and bit into Jungkook’s shoulder as your own orgasm engulfed you, holding him close to you as he started to slow down.

“Would now be an appropriate time to ask you to be my girlfriend?”, Jungkook leaned back a bit to see your face, sweat dripping down both of your faces as his cock remained inside of you. You laughed and kissed him on the nose.

“Better late than never, I guess. Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend”, you nodded and Jungkook smiled at you, starting to place kisses anywhere he could reach before he collapsed on your chest.

“Good. Also, I’m going to buy you crystals after we rest. This place is boring without them”, your new boyfriend says as he briefly looks around your room. You do the same and realize he’s right.

“Sounds good to me”, you grin and finally let yourself rest, holding Jungkook as close as he was holding you.

[straykisz]

Hi there!

Could you please rec some multiple skz members x reader smut fics? ❤️❤️❤️

hello! i actually was supposed to answer this last night but i got tired and i knew that i was gonna put alot. id recommend more but its been a rly long time and most of the best skz x reader smut fics i read was last yr and i didnt get to keep track or note down my faves😕

gangbang with skz by @poutyhannie // this one is actually a bit messy oops..

double agent by @binxyu // THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF FILTH

little one by @koos-euphoria // its hyunchan cmon now.. plus its royalty!au🙈

want to watch my girlfriend? by @sparkystraynger // i actually havent read this yet but the warnings alrdy got me hooked will read this later

free rent by @nightshade-minho // this OPENED my eyes. this is what rly woke me when i first started reading fics

share you with the boys by @sparkystraynger // this was a pretty old fic and i think i only read the first part so i rly dont have much to say sorry

red lights by @mountainsdesire // again its hyunchan 😏

bet by @koos-euphoria // ugh just PLEASE read this

christmas fun by @hyunsuks-beanie // i dont remember this bc i think i didnt read it bc it was colored red😬. but then again it was released on xmas so yeahh i dont remember

-🍑-

[racheloveyunho]

Ateez  - Scenarios

Warning: I've wrote none of this. This  Masterlist is based on post that I reblogged on tumblr. Please reblog their work if you like it but do not repost, writers are working a lot to give us enjoyment, we should respect them and support them for it, thank you.

🍒 Smut/Suggestive 🌼Fluff   💔 Angst    🔪Mafia AU  💘Soulmate AU ⚡Yandere AU 🐺Werewolves AU 😈Demon AU

Please let me know if a link isn’t working!

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My favorite scenarios:

[Seonghwa]

🔪 🌼  - Taken (@heyitsmerose)

 🔪  - Bruise [4:21 pm]  (@mingishoe)

[Yunho]

💘 🌼 🍒  - Dirty mind (@ateezlust)

🌼 - Whistle [3:03] (@runaway-fics)

[San]

🔪 🍒 - Prisoner (@nateezfics)

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Hongjong

🍒 - [11:24 am] (@hime-hana) 🌼 💔 🍒  - Hidden   (@latte-fairytaekwoon)  -------------- 🍒 - Hook, line and sinker (@lustjoong)

Seonghwa

🔪  🍒 💔 🌼 - Who am I?   Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3 - Chap 4 - Chap 5 - Chap 6 - (@racheloveyunho)

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🍒  - [12:36]   (@hansols-yoda-boxers)

🍒 🌼 💔 - Pregnant (@hyetiny)

Yunho

🌼 - Meeting the parents (@serialee) 🌼 - Pillow Fight (@atinydise) 🌼 🍒  - Teacher’s pet  (@latte-fairytaekwoon)    🌼  🍒  - Violet roses (@http-chan) 🌼 🍒 - Skirt [2:11pm] (@spinster-sister)   🌼 🍒  - Summer Strawberries (@dreams-of-yunho) -- 🍒  - [1:07 am] (@dimplyjae-archive) 🍒  - [10 am]  (@mingishoe) 🍒  - [10:47 am] (@galaxteez)   🍒  - [03:32] (@shangriwoo) 🍒  - [4:33 pm] (@yunhoiseyecandy) 🍒  - [6:02 PM]  (@galaxteez)   🍒  - [8:09]  (@http-chan)     🍒  -  Your eyes tell  (@seonghwaskitten)

🍒  - Pina colada (@seacottons)

🍒  - Hands  (@galaxteez)  

🍒  - Company (@vocalyunho)

🍒  - Precious (@spinster-sister) -- 🐺 🍒  - [8:00 AM] (@galaxteez) ⚡ 🍒  - My little songbird (@multidreams-and-desires) 🔪  🍒   - [3:32 pm]  (@galaxteez)  

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🍒 - Hook, line and sinker (@lustjoong)

🔪    🍒  - [1:00 pm] [San + Yunho] (@galaxteez)      

Yeosang

😈 🐺 🌼   - Anger management (@gamerwoo) -------------- 🍒 - Hook, line and sinker (@lustjoong)

Mingi

- soon

San

🔪 🍒 🌼  - Till Death do us part --Series--  Chap1 - Chap2 - Chap3 - Chap4 - Chap5 (@racheloveyunho)

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🌼 🍒 - Summer school (@najatheangel) 🌼 🍒 - Pillow Fight (@ja3hwa) 🌼 🍒 💔  - Back to you (@cocobeanncteez) -- 🍒 - [4:39 pm] (@kyun-toast) 🍒 - [8:09 pm] (@mingishoe) 🍒 - Kisses (@bobateastay) 🍒 - Louder (@sanshinebaby) -- 🔪 🌼 💔  - The Calm After The Storm (@cocobeanncteez)

😈⚡ 🍒    - Desire (@binxyu)

😈 🍒    - Demon’s help (@bubbly-sannie)

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🔪  🍒  - [1:00 pm] [San + Yunho] (@galaxteez)     🍒 - [9:31 pm feat Wooyoung] (@sir3racha)

Wooyoung

🌼 - [09:38 am] (@gummygowon) 🌼  - [10:25 pm] (@chaoticatiny) 🌼 🍒 - Just friends? (@hyetiny) -- 🍒  - [10:15 am] (@galaxteez)      🍒  - [10:21 am] (@hansols-yoda-boxers) 🍒 - [2:22 pm] (@galaxteez)    

🍒  - Make me (@noriyoshi) --------------     🍒 - [9:31 pm feat San] (@sir3racha) 🍒 - Hook, line and sinker (@lustjoong)

Jongho

🌼  - [1:24 am]  (@a-soft-hornytiny)   -- 🍒 - [12:20 am]  (@nateezfics) 🍒  - [9:09 am]  (@galaxteez)    🍒  - [2:26 pm] (@galaxteez)   🍒  - [4:04 pm] (@spinster-sisters) 🍒  -  [12:00 pm]  (@galaxteez)     

🍒 - Brat (@tizzyssmutblog)

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🐺 🍒 🌼 - Wolf’s Heart (@latte-fairytaekwoon)  

🔪  - Black hour (@sugar-kisser)

OT8

🌼  - Soulmate AU (@barsformars) 🍒  - Pretty  (@a-soft-hornytiny)  

🍒  - Play time (@nateezfics)

🍒  - Ateez types of dom (@seongsangsgf)

🌼  - Subtles signs of love (@yeostars) 🌼  - Ateez as boyfriend (@seacottons)

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Ateez Fake Texts

🌼  - Ateez pranking their S/O (@atinydise)

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[rosay]

☆ polaroid.

lisa x fem!reader, smut, @binxyu.

lisa sat on the bed with her notebook in her hand. she was studying for a midterm coming soon and you on the other hand and nothing better to do other than, tease her for hours. “lisa~.” you smile as you walked into her room and plopped on the bed.

her eyes looked at you from over the notebook before looking back down. “mhm?” she mumbled as she continued to write. you sighed and took the book from her. “no! y/n give it back.” you snickered as you took the book and looked at the pages.

instead of large words for a psychology class, it was your names together and small hearts doodled all over the page. “awe~ little lisa has a crush on me.” you teased watching her face bleed red. “don’t be shy now, wait till sunny and mae hear about this.”

“y/n, please don’t tell the dorm mates they’d never let me hear the end of it.” she pleads and stands on the bed in front of you. you shook your head and turned to walk towards the door until lisa grabbed your arm. “please- i’m begging you. i’ll do anything.”

“anything?” you raised your eyebrow. you gave her the journal back and walked out of the room. you came back shortly with a camera and locked her door. “you like taking pictures right? let’s have a mini photoshoot. for our eyes only.” lisa nervously walked around you, placing her book on her desk.

“do you want me to like... pose or something?” she giggles and you walk up to her, tugging at her shirt and helping her pull it off. “oh it’s that kinda photo shoot.” she smiles to herself. feeling a little more confident now that there was a camera in front of her.

“lay on the bed.” you gesture for her and as she does so you snap a few pictures. laying them out carefully on her desk next to her book. “okay now take your sweats off. show me your pretty legs.” you smiled, lisa watched as your lips curved while looking at the photos, it especially made her heart skip a beat.

by now you had her almost completely naked. “take these off too?” lisa played with the hem of her panties, she hoped you say yes but only got a small glance from you. “we don’t have to i-if you’re uncomfy..” she mumbled moving her hands away. you looked at her once again and placed the camera down.

“you want to go that far? you’re more than welcome to sweetheart.” you sent a wink her way, lisa blushed and could only feel herself getting wetter by the second. she nodded quickly and started to pull them down. “you’re okay with me taking pictures while you're naked?” you tilt your head.

“for our eyes only right?” you chuckled at how easily she was able to mock you. helping her take off her panties and laying between her legs. she covered herself shyly but quickly moving her hand away. “you can take the pictures.” she assures you. her glistening pussy sitting like a dinner play before you.

you snapped a few pictures, watching the pictures come out of the camera, and sat them to the side. “can i touch you?” you asked her, she nods letting your thumb rub her clit freely and slowly. she smiled and bit her lips gently. your eyes darted to her face, her red but flushed face telling you everything you needed to know.

you gave her the camera and spread her legs wider, "now it's your turn to take pictures." you smirked at her, she took the camera and turned it to face you. your head lowered between her thighs, blowing softly on her clit before giving it kitten licks. lisa took a picture in the process of a moan slipping out.

you opened our lips and took her pussy into your mouth. you held her legs down and pushed your head deeper on her core. she dropped the camera on the bed next to her and her hands instantly flew to your hair. you sucked at her pink lips, allowing her hips to buck in the process.

“don’t stop, fuck.” she moaned almost quietly, hoping the dorm mates didn’t hear but boy, were they listening. you took your finger and slipped it into her hole, lisa winced at the sudden intrusion but let you continue. your tongue flicked quietly at her bud feeling her clench around you already.

“the baby is getting close already?” you tease looking up at her, you pushed another finger into her and pumped them quickly. kissing up her body until you reached her lips, making her taste her essence.

your fingers went deeper and faster, hitting her g-spot and muffling her moans with your lips. lisa’s legs slowly closed around your waist and squeezed your arms. “i’m gonna cum..” she whimpered against your lips “fuck fuck, i-.” she stuttered.

you stared in her eyes intensely as she clenched again, becoming a repetitive thing. lisas’ slick cum slipped out in the calmest but hardest way. her moans strained and her eyes were completely rolled back. that didn’t stop your fingers from still pumping inside of her.

she caught her breath, eyes coming back and her body shook. “g-od shit.” lisa rambled more as she came down, overstimulation slightly rushing over her. you pulled your fingers away, bringing to your lips and sucking the juice up while she watched you contently. “that felt so good.”

you smirked and climbed off the bed, getting her wipes to clean her up. she was shy to say anything because this was something she never did before, “i-i uh.. thank you.” lisa rushed out. “for that i mean..” you nod telling her it wasn’t a big deal and you’d gladly do it again.

after throwing away the wipes you laid back in her bed like you normally did. “well, wanna watch a movie and cuddle with me?” i asked her sweetly, as if what happened a few seconds again never happened. she nodded with a smile and gave you the remote to the tv. “if you want me all you have to do is say the word. i’ll be there in the flash of light.”

[y4ngy4ngs]

hey fawn, i can't paste the link of the sub!younghoon fanfic i requested- smh tumblr... i requested the fic a month ago (it was not the fic i talked abt before lmao-) although it's absolutely amazing 100/10. the author is binxyu if that helps! (— sub!younghoon anon 👹, rebranding as minmin- just call me that now ^^, call me that too mochi- kek)

i will read it !! thank you for recommending !! also i love the rebrand ❤️

[lov3ric]

♧︎ -𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 | answer the questions and tag 5 people

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 | @i2gyu

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 | bts

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 | IU

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 | bts

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | jimin

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 | spring day - bts

𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟑´𝐬

𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟑 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬 | treasure, the boyz, enhypen

𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟑 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬 | loona, twice, weki meki

𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟑 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 | chungha, IU , park jihoon

𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟑 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 | hug - svt, let go - bts, fancy - twice

𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟑 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 | yedam, sunghoon , eric

𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟑 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮´𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 | teume, deobi, engene

𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟑 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 24h - svt, thanks - svt, easy - skz

𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬 | treasure, the boyz, enhypen

𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐬 | yedam

𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐬 | hyunjin

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 | @binxyu @yourdaddychan @shoyomp3 @sangyeon-lee @riskyrenjun

[binxyu]

Chan found a less than appropriate video of you online and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to hold that camera. Not that it took long for him to find out…

>>Pairing: Christopher Bang (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!chan x camgirl!reader

>>Word Count: 6.1k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Begging, corruption, creampie, crying, filmed pornography, fingering, hands, light dumblification, manhandling, mentions of choking, mentions of food, mentions of oral, praise, scratching, unprotected sex

Chan just knew it was you.

It was hard to just ignore the natural instinct that it was, but, even then, everything about that video was familiar. That was your hair cascading down the woman’s shoulders and your thighs spread open in front of the camera. He recognized the plaid skirt he was always beyond astonished by hunched up around your waist. It had lost its function and did practically nothing to cover the lace panties underneath. 

His mouth watered at the sight between your thigh-high sock covered thighs. Your wetness left little to the imagination as to what was hidden beneath the lace, soaking through the fabric and making it practically transparent. Your pussy looked so puffy and ready to be used. Chan had no doubt you had played with yourself prior and he wished he could have been the one to see it. To tell you what to do. 

Honestly, you were just down the hall and he could do that if he truly wanted to. Make you play with yourself again until you are squirming and begging to cum, maybe even some tears spilling down your cheeks in frustration. But, he also couldn’t do that. Not if he didn’t want to potentially ruin the friendship between both of you. You trusted him to live with you and he wouldn’t ruin that. Not without a particularly strong - almost painful - shove. 

So, instead, Chan sat on his bed, hand wrapped around his engorged erection in a weak attempt to control his urges as if you weren’t waiting there for him doors away. He was originally just looking for normal Twitter porn, scrolling endlessly until he found someone that looked remotely like you and imagined himself as the man fucking you. It was easier said than done simply because he had imagined making you feel good for so long that he knew that person wasn’t you. You wouldn’t sound like that. Your breasts didn’t look like that. Nothing about them was you.

But, this was you. Your gorgeous breasts waiting to be bit and sucked on as he held them with his big hands, feeling the weight of them. Your thighs waiting to be pinned down as he thrust himself inside of you. And your hands that could run through his hair as pleasure filled you up (or his cum). 

Chan snapped himself out of his intrusive thoughts, looking down to realize he was pumping himself so fast mid-trance that he had already came. His white seed covered his fist and his boxers that sat around his thighs. Chan groaned in frustration before his focus snapped back to the screen when he heard what he considered to be the most beautiful sound in the world. Your moan.

Apparently, he had been so long in his imagination that you had time to slip your panties to the side and slide two fingers into yourself. You were pumping them steadily as your other hand was busy working slow circles on your clit. Despite the lack of likelihood he’d use it, Chan made sure to remember that. Remember the pace you liked. Fast pumps but slow circles. Fast but slow. Rough but love-making. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum! Please let me cum!”, your back arched against the familiar black bed sheets on your bed. Chan found himself disregarding his own body and brought his hand back to his hardening - but still recovering - cock, stroking it up and down slowly. He wanted to cum with you, imagine filling you up instead of your small fingers. Imagine that you were begging him for permission rather than all of your followers watching that very same livestream. It was obvious your pleas were meant for the commenters based on the way you bucked your hips towards the camera in front of you. He could only imagine your eyes were trained on a computer behind it, reading all the comments flooding in.

Chan couldn’t stop himself before he was typing with his free hand. He typed ‘No, edge yourself for us. Then you can cum’. He didn’t actually expect his comment to be the one among many to stand out to you but apparently it did because your eyes lit up with something he had never seen. Something devilish within those typically angelic eyes. Maybe he stood out because he had donated so much money along with the request or maybe it was exactly the order you were looking for. 

Slowly you stopped your movements, whining desperately as your orgasm washed away as if it was never there to begin with. Chan stopped his own movements too, wanting to experience it all with you. Your clit was throbbing on the screen, obviously irritated that you had worked it so much just to not release. He watched as your chest rose up and down, trying to soothe your harsh breaths after you edged yourself. You just looked so pretty. So perfect.

Finally, your fingers dipped back into yourself. It was three this time and you scissor yourself open, giving Chan a clear view of your cunt. All he could do was imagine it was him there in place of your fingers as he wrapped his fist around his cock again, the cum from his previous orgasm lubricating the action. 

“Fuck, want to cum. Really want to cum”, you started moving your fingers faster and Chan realized he had never seen you like this. Desperate. Typically, he was the desperate one. Even if it was just asking you for help when it came to cooking or a specific task from work. You were beyond independent and found a way to do practically any task alone, but, with this, you wanted to be praised and watched. Want to know you’re doing well.

So, Chan answered. ‘Good girl, you can cum now. You’ve done so well’. As soon as it was sent in, your body started shaking. Your poor little body just couldn’t take the edging anymore and apparently his permission was all you needed because your fingers were soaked before Chan could even blink. His own orgasm joined yours, spilling over his hand and onto the bed sheets. 

Even with his hips bucking wildly into his hands, he just couldn’t stop as he watched your fingers come back out of you. They were glistening in the light with your juices. Now all Chan wanted was to suck on them, tasting you in the most lustful way. He betted that you tasted more delicious than anything he had had before. 

If only he could be in front of that camera too. He’d eat you out until you were crying and begging for him to let you cum. He’d let everyone know who you really belonged to as they watched you moan and plead beneath him. 

Chan’s hand stopped moving as an idea popped in his head. He was now staring at a blank screen since you had ended the video and thoughts of joining you one day was all he could think. Well, until he realized just what camera you were using. 

It was his camera. The one he recorded lives on or took with him for photography purposes. He had been wondering why it kept disappearing around the same time everyday. Originally, he had just thought you took it for photos of yourself (you had always had a knack for taking amazing photographs of yourself to post) for your social media. But, apparently, the reality was much more scandalous. 

Chan knew that it was his camera. It was the same level of quality and the volume of your voice was the same as his own in his videos. He just guessed that you definitely deleted the footage before you returned it to him since he had never seen them before now.

“Chan! I have your camera and I was wondering if you’ve seen my laptop?”, you softly knocked on his door and Chan’s head jerked to look at it, panic seeping in when he returned his gaze to his lower half. He was covered in his own sin and your laptop was sitting on his bed with your own porn video up. You were definitely not coming in yet.

“Hold on!”, he called back as he scrambled to get up, wincing when the bed screeched against the floor. He knew you were anything but stupid but, at this time, he hoped you were a little too dense to realize just why he couldn’t answer the door right away. Chan’s fluffy hair swayed back and forth in front of his eyes. Typically, he loved his longer hair but it was a nuisance at the time. It just needed to get out of his fucking way.

He grabbed a clean rag off of his bathroom counter and quickly wiped away the remnants of his session, the cloth becoming sticky in his grip. Rinsing it all off proved to be more difficult than he thought when all he could think about was how you were waiting for him on the other side of that door just minutes after you had filmed a video of you touching yourself. That he had watched. 

Chan pulled his boxers and gym shorts back up his legs and to his hips after he had wiped those off too, turning his waist around in different directions to inspect himself and make sure nothing was left over. Finally, he turned back to your laptop and cleared the history and tabs on it before shutting it down and closing it. As if nothing happened.

Chan had to laugh as he walked towards the door. You stole his camera to record your own masturbation session while he stole your laptop to watch said video. Apparently you two were more perverted than he had previously thought. Then again, it wasn’t exactly his fault that his computer had decided to stop working (probably due to similar searches that had brought him to you). 

“What’s so funny?”, you tilted your head cutely when Chan had finally opened his door and if he hadn’t just witnessed what he did then he would’ve continued being fooled by your innocent aura. You were just so kind and Chan knew you had never been in a relationship before. He wasn’t sure if it was because you just weren’t interested, liked being independent, or you were too busy for one. 

The thing is that it was none of those things. Chan didn’t know that at the time but the reason you turned down so many men was because they could never live up to the person you truly wanted.

The person that lived just down the hall from you.

“Oh nothing. Jisung just texted me a really funny joke”, Chan shrugged and looked you up and down before he could stop himself. It wasn’t new for you two to share clothes since you were so close but something about seeing you in basically only his shirt after what you just did set a fire within his stomach. A fire that just couldn’t be extinguished no matter the relationship you two seemed to have. 

“What was it? He really does have the funniest jokes”, you grinned as you handed the camera back to him. The small device felt oddly heavy in his hands. He could feel the weight of what it now symbolized to him. The devil inside of your angel. The hidden side of you.

Chan looked back up at you and realized he didn’t actually have a joke on the spot to tell you. He simply turned around and put the camera on his bedsheets before he grabbed your laptop and handed it to you. You hugged it to your chest as you patiently waited for his answer, your body rocking side to side on your feet. 

“You’ll have to ask him. It just isn’t as funny when I say them”, Chan chuckled with a shrug. He was looking for any escape but there was none. He’d have to get past you and that would seem rude.

“Ah, alright. Are you going to the studio tonight?”, you finally moved back and turned to go into the living room. Chan let out probably the longest sigh of relief ever and followed behind you, happy to have a little room to think things over. You were just so intoxicating that thinking wasn’t really his strong suit around you.

“Yeah, I need to work on the last song for the album”, he nodded, sitting on the opposite couch as you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He never sat that far from you. If anything, he was always smothering you with his head in your lap. He just loved the feeling of your hands going through his hair.

“Well, remember what I told you. Get back home early and get enough sleep. Oh, and I’ll pack you some food real quick”, there were many layers when it came to your personality. The layer that Chan saw the most. An almost motherly layer that took good care of him and any other people you cared for. Of course, there were other layers that were slowly showing. The teasing layer that made fun of him when he was stupid and called him out on his problems. The creative layer that helped him finish his songs and is able to figure out a solution to any issue that seems to come up. And, the most recent revelation, the devilish layer that didn’t care what others thought as long as you felt good. The layer that allowed for you to fulfill your wishes rather than focus on the wishes of others.

He liked that layer.

“Actually, want to come with me? I’m having a little trouble finishing this song”, Chan finally worked up the courage to ask after a small internal battle. He had a lot of those battles and it was slowly eating him alive. He wanted to be able to be with you without thinking about the possibility of going too far. 

“Sure! I’ll bring my laptop so I can work too while I help”, you grabbed some of the leftovers from the fridge and stuffed it into a lunchbox for him along with an ice pack. It was no secret that Chan wasn’t very good at house chores. So, you took care of most of those and he would take care of most of the rent. It wasn’t that you didn’t work. You were probably one of the most hardworking people Chan had ever met. He just didn’t see it fair for you to do all of that work and still have to pay for half of the rent. 

“Thank you”, Chan gently took the lunchbox and leaned forward before he could stop himself, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead like he always did. It was his way of showing thanks and love to you and your heart would always flutter painfully in your chest when he did it. It just felt so nice and comforting. 

“You're welcome. Ready to go?”, he put his finger up as a silent gesture to wait, walking back to his bedroom to grab that camera. He walked back out and you weren’t there. Your bedroom door was closed so he just assumed you were changing and he knew you would just assume that the camera would be for a live. 

But that’s not exactly what he had in mind.

The only sound in the studio was the typing from both of the computers. Every now and then, Chan would let you listen to what he had so far through the headphones. You’d tap your foot to the beat or make a brief suggestion to better it before you went to sit down and work again. 

You were still going through college courses as well as working as a product tester. It was actually a pretty interesting job and it did provide you with amazing problem-solving skills. There was always something that could be approved upon with products and, in a little more of a complex way, humans were just breathing products. Breathing issues.

But Chan’s issues weren’t really outside related. They were within him. In his rapidly beating heart, his memory, and his own personal butterflies massacring his stomach. 

They were within his love for you. 

“Song check, please”, he turned around in his chair, holding out the headphones to you. You looked up and nodded, getting up with no hesitation. If he wasn’t such a coward, Chan would just grab your hips and have you work on his lap. 

But, he just watched as you put those headphones on and started the song again, listening through carefully. In reality, Chan took these moments to watch you. To watch as your eyes lit up when you found a particular part you liked or how your hips swayed along with the rhythm. He found himself remembering that people fell in love. It wasn’t simply a feeling. It was a place.

You were his place. His home. 

“I love it. Everything is perfect. Do you have ideas for the lyrics?”, you hovered the headphones over his head and carefully placed them above his ears again. His hair looked like it wanted to fight against the restraint of them and it was wildly adorable to you. 

“I actually think I do. But, that’s a secret”, it wouldn’t be the first time one of his songs was about you. About those layers he loved. Whenever he looked at you, his mind ran wild with lyrics about just how much he adored you. About how much he wanted you but couldn’t have you.

“Professional as always, I see”, you joked, playfully ruffling his hair as if he was one of those dogs you petted at the park. Chan realized that maybe his favorite thing about you was that you didn’t try to burn out his flame of madness. You fed it. You blew on it and made it grow larger. You didn’t want him to be perfect or “normal”. You wanted him as he was. And he wanted you as you were.

You two fed each others’ flames. Maybe they even join together at times to make a more powerful fire. 

The only issue with fire is that, while it can be beautiful, it can be dangerous. It could offer warmth and protection but it could also offer destruction and pain. Chan was just simply hovering his hand over that flame. Whether he stuck his hand in was up to him. Whether he wanted to get a chance at finding happiness or getting burned was up to him.

“It’s not for a professional reason”, Chan looked up at you as he placed his big hands on your waist, drawing circles on the skin underneath your shirt there. His hands were cold against your warm skin and you wanted to just melt into a puddle. 

“What is the reason then?”, Chan couldn’t answer that. He was getting dangerously close to that fire, about to taste the pain of burning. His heart was going to be set aflame and there would be nothing he could do to stop it. No extinguisher for his emotional trauma. 

So, instead, he moved one of his hands and grabbed your own, intertwining them. You watched as he moved your hands towards his chest, pressing your palm against his thin shirt over his heart. You could feel the once steady beat pound harder and faster against his skin. You could even feel your own heart beating faster to match his. Synchronizing with one another. Your heart sang out for his.  

“I don’t understand”, Chan chuckled weakly and took a deep breath. Slowly, you realized just what that song you had listened to meant. While it had no lyrics and was really just the base for something much more beautiful, the beat was slow and heart wrenching and then fast-paced and fun. The two sides of the coin of love. It can be painful and beautiful. The only issue was that it was obvious Chan had been losing that coin toss for a while. 

“Me too”, you whispered and Chan could almost hear the relief in your voice. Maybe he wasn’t the only one that was losing that coin toss. Maybe you were hovering your hand over that flame longer than he had been. He’d never know.

“Can I?”, wait, there is something you have to tell him before you give in to the little devil on your shoulder that was telling you to smash your lips against his. He was waiting there for you, looking up at you with more warmth than you had ever seen before. So much admiration. 

“There’s something you should know. It’s not something I’m proud of but-”, Chan bursted out laughing and you just stood there, utterly confused. Did you look weird? Was there something on your face?

“That you’re a bit of a porn star? I know”, you had to stand there for a moment. You were honestly surprised that your mouth wasn’t hanging open in shock. How did he know? Did he fucking hear you? That’s so embarrassing-  

“I actually accidentally found your latest video”, Chan rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the camera sitting there on his desk. You never could’ve expected Chan to be one to find time to watch those kinds of things. It had never even dawned on you that he could find you easily. Your videos weren’t much of a secret anymore even if your face was never in them.

“And you still like me? I felt like that was a turn off for men”, your best friend shook his head quickly, pulling you over to sit on his lap. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you straddled him, being careful not to move and reveal that devilish layer itching beneath your skin. A layer that was only one movement away from ripping through and devouring you whole. 

Your videos were just a temporary solution to appease the most sinful parts of yourself. To stop yourself from doing things you may regret.

“If it was then you wouldn’t be making money, right? I actually find it really attractive. You look exquisite on video. Plus, it’s your body so do what you want with your body”, Chan’s veiny hands ran up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your skirt up in the process. If he looked down then he could see how your panties stuck to your cunt. Or, even better, you weren’t wearing any at all. 

“I’ve never actually filmed with a partner before. Although, you know that. I never brought anyone over”, you giggled softly, finding it strangely ironic that you made those types of videos with barely any experience at all. It was all just with you. You had never had a body pressed against your own and controlling you. Never had a Chan to help with your needs.

“Want to change that?”, Chan smirked, grabbing the camera and teasingly waving it in front of your face. You gulped, trying to swallow back down your desires. To try to think a logical thought. That the lighting wasn’t right or that your friendship was too valuable. But how could you think such things when the man you truly loved was sitting below you, ready to own you in the most primal way possible. 

“Yeah, I want to change that”, you nodded surely, the devil finally ripping through your skin. Chan could see it happening. Your eyes got darker, hips grinding down against his. It was obvious all you cared about at that moment was pleasure. And if Chan’s way of getting it was through recording the moment you two meet then you were willing to do it.

“Lift it up then, babygirl”, you understood what he meant as he got the camera ready, his big hands fiddling with the buttons to turn it on. You lifted up your skirt, revealing the soft white cotton panties underneath. It was obvious you had gone for comfortable clothes after your previous video but Chan could care less. He didn’t want them on much longer anyways. 

“Ready?”, you looked up to see the camera pointed down to between your legs and you nodded, leaning in to press your lips to Chan’s. His lips were so soft and plump, molding into yours perfectly. The kiss was like fire coursing through your veins and Chan didn’t help the feeling when he gripped the back of your hair possessively with his free hand, pulling you even closer to his body. Your chest was pressed against his and all he wanted to do was push his hands underneath your shirt, feeling how hard your nipples got just from the contact his cold hands gave. Except, that would have to wait for another time. He just really needed you.

“Alright, it’s on now”, Chan pecked your lips before he turned the camera on, looking at the screen to make sure everything was in focus. It was and now all he wanted was to rip your panties off and film you as you rode him. The only issue with that is that you were a virgin and he wasn’t going to hurt you. You needed to be ready.

“Push them aside for me, okay?”, he gently instructed and you nodded, lifting your hips up to push your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt to him. He ran his free hand along your slit, collecting your wetness with his fingers. Once the camera was focused on your pussy, Chan pushed one finger in slowly, making sure you were ready for more. The stretch was more than your own finger and you had to move your knees a little further apart but it was nothing unbearable. 

“More, princess?”, Chan tilted his head, listening intently to the sounds of your cunt sucking in his fingers. He could only hope the camera would pick up on such a beautiful sound. 

“Yes, please”, you nodded quickly, placing your hands on Chan’s broad shoulders for leverage as he pushed two more fingers into you, curling them to reach that special spot inside of you. Then, he started moving the fingers back and forth quickly, ramming into that spot over and over again as sparks ran down your spine each time that spot got hit. Your fingers could only ever barely reach that spot, brushing up against it needily. Chan’s fingers seemed to be able to go past it because the tips of his fingers were having no problem finding that spot. 

“Right there! Just keep doing it right there”, you whimpered, your nails digging into the soft skin of your best friend’s shoulders. Chan was sure he wouldn’t be able to go shirtless around anyone anytime soon but he could care less. He was finally meeting the devil he had fallen in love with just as much as the angel. It felt so good to finally experience both and to know that his feelings were returned.

Chan would’ve loved to watch you come undone all over his fingers but, right now, he just wanted to watch you bounce on his cock like he’s sure you’ve been dreaming of. Now that he thinks about it, you must’ve imagined him doing all those things to you that you did on camera. Just as he did during his masturbation sessions. 

“Sorry, princess. I want you to cream on my cock instead”, he grinned and pulled his fingers out right before your release was about to snap. You whined loudly and gripped his wrist, trying to bring his fingers back to their rightful place. Chan just shushed you and pointed to his belt, a clear order for you to take it off since his hands were busy holding the camera. You nodded obediently and fumbled with his belt buckle, making him chuckle as he watched you struggle.

Eventually, you got it off (you had no clue why Chan had decided to go with the tightest it could go) and pulled his jeans and boxers down, revealing the absolutely mouth-watering sight of his hard cock. You knew he had big dick energy but damn. You should’ve seen it coming from when you would joke around about him having a small one and he’d just laugh. A short little chuckle to hide all that was hiding inside his jeans. 

“Go at your own speed. I know it’s your first time and I don’t want to hurt you”, Chan’s free hand gently kneaded the skin of your hip, reassuring you that he would never be upset that you took your time. If anything, he wanted this to last forever. He had nowhere to be except inside of you.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you wrapped your hand around him. The fact that your hand couldn’t fit all the way around the base made your mouth water. You had always imagined what it would be like for him to be buried deep inside of you but now you’d finally get to experience it. He was going to be much better than any dildo you’ve used. You could already tell that.

“Can I kiss you while I do it?”, Chan almost cooed at how cute you looked. You were hovering above his cock and it was rubbing itself between your folds as you rocked your hips back and forth. It felt amazing to have your own slick coating his dick but Chan held his attention on how your eyes sparkled, shining with the hope that you’d be able to kiss him again. Maybe he wasn’t alone when he imagined what it would be like to have your lips pressed together. Maybe that kiss felt as good to you as it did to him. 

“Of course, babygirl”, he nodded firmly, cupping your cheek before he softly pressed his lips back against your’s, offering a sense of safety as you finally began to sink down on him. The tip slightly burned as it pushed through your entrance, stretching it much further than any toy you had used prior. Still, it would’ve hurt much worse if you weren’t so wet for him. The juices lubed him up enough to get further inside of you and Chan almost came right then and there when he saw the bulge within your stomach on the camera screen. He’d have to get your gorgeous moans in one of his songs, the video on a disc for him to watch whenever he wanted, and a shirt of his for you to wear for your next one. There has to be a next one. 

“Feel good?”, Chan cooed, watching as your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head once your butt finally landed on his thighs. He was all the way inside of you and watching Chan’s big hand press down on his bulge fondly made you whimper, desperately grinding your clit against his pelvic bone. You were already shaking and Chan moved his hand to your hip, gripping the skin underneath your skirt to help you move, controlling your speed in a way that would help him find what would make you let go of all of your sanity. That would make you think of just his cock and how good it was making you feel. 

“Mhm! It feels really good. Keep going that speed, please”, hearing that sweet melody of naughty and nice was perfect. The innocence of your manners and begging mixed with the instructions that you knew made you feel good. Chan could do nothing but obey, keeping his pace steady as he thrusted up into you. Your nails were practically ruining his shoulders at this point but the sting only reminded him that he was making you feel that good.

Plus, he had to look up and watch once he heard the sniffling, steady tears falling down your cheeks from the feelings rushing through you. Chan could tell it wasn’t due to pain. You always tend to cry from overwhelming emotions. Apparently that involved pleasure as well.

“Want to cum, princess? Gonna cum all over my cock like I wanted?”, Chan’s eyelids fluttered as he rested his head back against the chair, feeling his cock throb inside of you with the undenying need to fill you up and watch his cum spill down your thighs. You nodded quickly, moving your hands down to press against his chest. Chan could just tell you were barely holding onto reality, your hands your only way to stay sane as your pussy clenches around him.

Finally, the knot inside of you snapped apart and you came, leaking all over Chan’s cock and spilling out to stick to his thighs. Feeling you tighten up around him was enough for his own release to come and he started to spill himself inside of you, coating your walls in warm white. 

He watched with heavy breaths as sweat rolled down your thighs along with the mixture of cum, creating a beautifully nasty waterfall. Chan pecked your lips before he stopped filming, placing the camera on the desk once again. Both of his hands rubbed the skin of your sore thighs in slow circles, almost drawing on them as if he were lost in thought.

“You okay?”, he looked up at you, noticing how you had a small lopsided grin on your face. He was confused until you started giggling, your head falling forward to the point that your forehead rested against his shoulder. He couldn’t help but override his confusion with his own chuckling, lighthearted sounds that cut through the tension like a freshly sharpened knife. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. Although, I never thought I’d be doing this today”, you smiled, sitting up to softly kiss Chan’s forehead, a silent thanks for his concern. He almost melted from the feeling of your soft lips and your arms wrapping around his waist, cheek pressed against his chest. 

“Neither did I but I don’t regret it at all. Let’s get you laid down and you can rest. I’ll go get us some food if that’s okay?”, he spoke softly, his chest vibrating from his voice. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Chan’s hands cupped securely under your thighs to get up, walking you over to the couch you were previously sitting on. He cautiously laid you down and made sure you were comfortable before he draped his hoodie over you.

“That’s okay. Just come back quickly”, you nodded and Chan nodded back, pecking your lips before he was making his way out the door, closing it behind him. You were left alone to think about what just happened. If you regretted letting go like that. If you regretted letting him film you like that.

You didn’t. You felt safe more than anything.

Maybe it was the comforting smell of his hoodie around you or the way he checked up on you but something about Chan made you know he would never hurt you or break your trust. Your trust was his everything. He made that clear just through your friendship. 

Your eyes shut before you could stop them, relaxing your sore muscles against the firm furniture. Chan would always come back to you and that realization helped you fall asleep.

You didn’t know how long you had been out but when you woke up from the sound of rustling, your vision cleared up to see a vase of flowers and a plan B box sitting beside you on the coffee table, making you chuckle under your breath. 

“Takeout?”, you sat up and looked over at that same computer chair to see Chan sitting with a takeout box on his lap. His warm smile lit up the room and it seemed infectious, making energy spike through your body as you got up to get your food. 

“Takeout”, you nodded, taking the box away from him before you started walking towards the couch again. Chan shook his head with a grin, watching how your cute hips swayed as you walked. Then, his gaze wandered upwards, a thoughtful hum filling the air once his eyes were on your neck.

“What are you thinking about?”, you asked, tilting your head as he hummed again once you had turned back around. You took a bite of your food as you waited for his answer, stuffing your cheeks with the delicious fast food.

“Nothing much. Just how pretty my hands would look around your throat”, and you spit out your food. 

[binxyu]

Jacob had always been your sweet, caring boyfriend. Nothing seemed to be able to tick him off and you were always so loyal to him that he didn’t feel a need to be stern. Well, until one guy couldn’t get the hint and you were just playing along with him.

>>Pairing: Jacob Bae (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!jacob x girlfriend!reader

>>Word Count: 3.2k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Begging, breeding, choking, corruption, creampie, crying, degrading, dumblification, hair pulling, jealousy, manhandling, mentions of demons/angels, mention of drugs, mentions of food, oral (giving), praising, rough sex, spanking, teasing, and unprotected sex

Angels. 

Even Satan started out as one. Pure and kind-hearted. 

But, even angels can change by the driving force of humans: jealousy. 

With jealousy comes vengeance and hatred. A dangerous duo sure to bring punishment for whoever deemed worthy of it.

That person this time was you. Served a punishment from your fallen angel.

Jacob, your boyfriend, was said to be the kindest person in the entire idol industry. He never uttered one curse word and seemed to be calm in the most demeaning situations. He was simply too kind to say a word against anyone or to lift a finger to hurt anything or anyone. 

You literally saw him gently put a fly outside of the house because “it didn’t do anything wrong”. He was just so gentle with everything and that even applied to you. He never wanted to hurt you and he never felt the need to be stern with you because you were a “good girl”. That was his favorite phrase to use with you. His good girl.

Key word there is his. 

The only weakness your angel seemed to have was his possessiveness. Due to his reputation, he’d never announce such feelings in front of the press but they were very much there. Just hidden behind his perfect little mask. 

Fans could probably see it in the way he put his hand on your hip when a fanboy got too close or through the way he would suck little bruises on your neck for them to see. Still, it didn’t directly show just how jealous he was. It was nothing to worry about.

Or was it?

That’s what you wanted to find out tonight. Even if that meant having another man’s hands on you briefly. You just wanted Jacob to know he wasn’t going to hurt you. That he could trust his own body to stop when you needed it to. He just needed that extra push. 

And maybe so did this guy flirting with you. 

“Want to go out after this? I know a good bar near here”, Jacob had simply walked away to get you ice cream and this man took that as a sign to come talk to you. His hand was on your thigh and it was apparent that he was just trying to get you drunk and in his bed. It wasn’t like it was working. You weren’t that stupid, but you did want to give Jacob that push.

“Sure! I’ve been dying for a cocktail”, you smiled warmly at the man. It was usually a smile specifically reserved for Jacob, but this man would get to have a taste of it today. 

“Great! Want to head there now? I’m sure your frie-”, he was cut off by a rough shove, pushing him off of the bench and onto the grass below. You looked up to see the piercing glare your boyfriend was giving the man. It was something you’ve never seen before. Something you never expected could come from your boyfriend.

“That’s boyfriend. Now get the fuck out of here”, your eyes went wide at the curse word. It felt so unnatural to hear it coming from a man you could have sworn had never said such a word like that since he was little. But, nothing could compare to the sheer terror you felt creep up your spine when Jacob turned his body to look at you. 

It seemed like his body had almost tripled in size but you knew it just felt like that because of how small you felt underneath him. He looked so intimidating and it really seemed like he was going to rip you apart. 

“Get in the car.”

“What? What about the ice cream?”, Jacob groaned and gripped your jaw, probably leaving red marks there from just how rough his fingers were. 

“I didn’t get it. Now, get in the car because I’m about a minute away from fucking you on this bench until you can’t walk”, you gulped from just how cold his eyes looked. It was like your precious angel had been replaced by an entirely new demon. And you liked it. 

Without a word, you nodded and he let go of you. He crossed his arms as he walked behind you, watching you as if you were merely a piece of prey for him to play with. You could only imagine what he was thinking. 

The entire car ride was silent and all you could do was look out the window at the buildings passing by in a blur. Jacob’s hand was the only thing tethering you to the present, it’s presence on your thigh a constant reminder that you fucked up. You really fucked up.

By the time he had parked and opened your door, you had practically been reduced to nothing more than a ragdoll. His hand was cupped around the back of your neck and he guided you towards the front door by it, kicking the car door closed with his shoe as if it weighed nothing. He did the same with the front door as soon as you were both inside. His hand moved to the front of your neck, squeezing the side of it and he watched as your eyes rolled back. He chuckled. 

A sinister, mischievous, and demonic chuckle. 

“You know, I never imagined you’d look this pretty with my hand around your throat”, your own hand moved up to grip his wrist and he almost stopped. Well, until he heard your beautiful choked moan fill his ears. Finally, he was going to allow himself to continue. 

Jacob pressed you against the wall and lifted his knee to start rubbing between your legs. He scoffed at how quickly you melted, your legs wobbling as he rubbed against your clothed clit.

“If I didn’t know better than I’d say you did all that to get punished”, oh that smirk on his face was enough to know that he knew that was exactly what you were doing. Any other day, you would have pushed that guy away immediately. Still, he wanted you to admit it.

“I did. I’m sorry”, your lip quivered as a sob broke through. Jacob loosened his grip to allow you some air before he returned it to how it was before. Even in this state, he cared more about your well being than releasing his anger and it made your heart swell. 

“Your apologies are useless. Apologies from a stupid cockslut mean nothing”, you were about to come right there inside your pants but he pulled his knee away, “how about we put that mouth to actual use?” he released your throat and you crumbled to your knees. It was almost like you were mind controlled, following his every whim without a second thought.

“Open your mouth and put your hands behind your back”, you followed each order obediently, worried that you’d make him even angrier if you so much as said one word back. Jacob circles around you like a shark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. You could hear the sound of his belt buckle unclasping and, before you could turn your head to look, your hands were being bound behind your back. You could only imagine the snarl that must’ve taken over your boyfriend’s face once he saw that man near you and it exhilarated you. 

“You really do want to be ruined, don’t you? Want to make it up to me?”, he was now in front of you and the sight made your mouth water. His big cock was out, leaking precum down the sides and the sight made you immediately think of his thick seed inside of you. 

“Please”, you begged just like you knew he liked and he gripped your hair, tilting your head back before he pushed his dick into your mouth. Jacob knows you well enough to know if it becomes too much and he goes as far into your mouth as he can without making you uncomfortable, but it was far rougher than usual. You could practically feel his tip leaving a bruise on the top of your mouth. 

Looking up at Jacob through the tears welling in your eyes caused your hips to buck needily against his shoe. He was watching you with hooded eyes, grip tight in your hair as he groaned through his smirk. He was getting off to watching you choke on his cock and he just looked so evil like that. Watching you suffer.

You felt him twitch inside your mouth but he pulled you off of him by your hair, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his tip. It looked almost painful and you knew he was saving that for somewhere else. 

“How about I fill up your pretty pussy? Maybe men will stay away if they see your belly all swollen with my baby. Would you like that?”, Jacob was already picking you up before you could answer, walking towards the bedroom as the belt dug into your wrists.

“Yes! Please, fill me up”, he grinned and placed you on the bed, your cheek pressed against the pillow. It felt unnatural to have nothing to support you up but you knew Jacob wanted your ass as high as possible, perked up only for him. 

Maybe it was because your boyfriend had no reason to use such strength before but the sound of your pants ripping clean in half made you jump forward. Luckily, they were sweatpants rather than your favorite pair of jeans that you thought about wearing out. Jacob simply gripped your hips to pull you back to where you were. 

“You’re okay with this? I don’t think I’m going to be as gentle as usual”, you laughed as he pulled your panties down your legs and started to gently rub your hips. Of course he was going to be rougher. He was pissed off but he still felt the need to prepare you. 

“I’m ready, angel. I can handle it”, in no way did you mean that to sound like teasing but apparently your usual pet name for your boyfriend would not do right now. He wasn’t an angel and he wasn’t going to treat you like one would. If anything, he’d treat you like the opposite would. 

“We’ll see about that”, Jacob chuckled and started to rub his tip along your folds, collecting the embarrassing amount of wetness there. It was driving you crazy each time he’d slap his cock against your clit and all you wanted to do was jolt away. 

“You’re so desperate for it. You always put on the same act around everyone else. That you’re a good girl. An innocent good girl”, he pushed his tip inside of you, making your breath hitch from the stretch but he just pulled it back out and continued his previous ministrations, “little do they know they’re all being duped.”

“Please. Please, I’ll do anything!”, each stroke of his cock was making you lose your mind and all you wanted was relief. The only thing you earned from your words was a spank on your ass though, a bright red handprint making you cut yourself off. 

“Don’t speak when I’m fucking talking. Got it?”, he gripped your hair and pulled your head back so you had to look over your shoulder at him. The cold glint in his eyes was so foreign but you welcomed it whole-hearteningly through a nod, clamping your mouth shut to let him keep talking.

“I always tried to praise you no matter how filthy you got. But, here you are saying you’ll literally do anything just to get your pussy ruined. Are you really that much of a whore?”, Jacob finally started to thrust into you, filling you up until he couldn’t go any further. Still, he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of movement until he felt you had learned your lesson. 

“N-no, I’m not!”, despite your protests, even you knew you were more than needy for your boyfriend. His touch was your own cocaine. It caused you to become high off adrenaline and lust, mind fuzzy with thoughts about what he could do to you. 

“Then why are you here? Begging for me to have my way with you? I bet your little friends would be so disappointed in you”, it was no secret Jacob found it ironic that you had such conservative friends. He loved to point it out any time you did anything out of the ordinary to them. This was definitely out of the ordinary.

“Is it because you’re just a whore for me? Is that it? You just love my cock so much that you feel the need to make me jealous to get it? Baby, you could’ve just asked”, he laughed and started to move his hips slowly, gently meeting your hips with his own. It was nowhere near fast enough to get you to finish. He knew that.

“I am. I’m just a whore for you! Now, please move. I’m all your’s and I just wanted your cock so please give it to me!”, all the begging made him involuntarily snap his hips a little harder, making you moan against the pillow below you. Jacob stilled for a moment.

“You already have it though”, you couldn’t help but turn your head to glare at him and he bursted out laughing, that familiar smile taking over his face. It was good to know your angel was still looking out for you. Even if it was behind a layer of carnal lust. 

“Alright, alright. What my baby wants she will get”, and finally he started to thrust fast and rough, just like you’ve always wanted. It felt so different and you were sure bruises would be painted on your body afterwards but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Not when Jacob’s dick was hitting every spot inside of you so perfectly and so full of passion, ramming into your soft spot with each push. His finger rubbing figure-eights on your clit wasn’t helping much either and, before you knew it, you were already crying from the overwhelming pleasure and the need to orgasm. The knot inside of you felt like it would snap any second now.

“Shit, you just got so tight. Gonna cum already?”, there was no doubt that he heard your sobs and knew that you’d struggle to get even a word out. 

“Y-ye-”, suddenly his laugh cut you off and you just stopped trying to say words. He flipped you over while he was still inside of you, taking the chance to really watch your tears run down your face. The cloudy veil caused by the tears completely blurred his face but it didn’t take a genius to know he was smiling.

“Look at you. You worked so hard to get my cock and now you’re going to be a crybaby because of it? How pathetic”, you couldn’t even think of anything to say due to the feeling of Jacob being buried so deep inside of you. The only thing reaching your senses besides that feeling was the sound of your wetness around him in the room due to his thick cock splitting you open like that was where it was always meant to be.

“Please… Jacob, please!”, you could barely get the words out from all the shameful noises you were letting out between them. It only pushed Jacob to thrust even harder, making your breasts bounce from the sheer force of his hips. 

“Please what? Tell me, baby”, he hummed as he leaned back to look at you even better, making your mind go completely blank. You suddenly couldn’t remember at all where you were going with that plea because his gaze was just too dark and piercing, seemingly judging how below him you were.   

“Can’t. I c-can’t”, you were really trying. You were just too overwhelmed and too sensitive, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you causing your last thread of sanity to break. 

“Aw, is my baby too stupid to tell me what she wants? Can you only think of my cock?”, it was true. You were just a stupid mess at this point, choking on your own retaliations to his words. Jacob gently kissed you, tasting the saltiness of your tears on your lips. It was such a contradictory action to his words.

“You’re only good for taking my cock, huh?”, you couldn’t even imagine what you must’ve looked like at this point. You were sure your mascara was beyond ruined and running down your face along with your tears. Your lips were probably swollen and you could even feel drool spilling out. Just a good rag doll for him to use.

“Go on. Prove that you were made for my cock and cream all over it”, you were just so frustrated before and hiccups were causing your body to jerk as you finally released. Jacob connected your lips again but it was fast and hungry this time, a clear indicator that he was close too. His hands were running along your stomach as he imagined how good you’d look all full with his baby. Anyone would take one look at you and know you were taken. 

“That’s it. So fucking good for me”, he snapped his hips a few more times before he was cumming, filling you up as your walls clenched around him to milk his orgasm. Jacob stayed still for a few more moments, waiting for any more cum to spurt out and coat your walls, before he pulled out. He quickly put your legs on top of his shoulders, watching to make sure none of his precious sperm spilled out onto the bed.

“And now I get to call you a good girl”, he chuckled and there he was again. Your angel. He felt so warm and it was just what you needed after all of that. 

“Does that mean we can get that ice cream now?”, you smiled as you reached up to wipe away your tears, sniffling as you looked up at him. There was still that mischievous spark in his eyes and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you’d meet his demon. 

“You mean I can get the ice cream? Sure. Sorry, baby. I don’t think you’re going anywhere”, Jacob leaned down to kiss your calf and that’s when you realized just how badly your legs were shaking. Yeah, maybe walking was out of the equation for a few days. 

“I love you and I’m sorry I was a brat”, Jacob nodded and kissed you again, causing you to melt even more against the sheets below you. 

“I love you too but you didn’t think that was it, right? I’m so not done with you yet. See you after I get the ice cream”, he winked and you gulped as he dropped your legs and ran off.

Maybe your angel would have to wait a little longer. 

[binxyu]

Jungkook was meant to be just a guilty pleasure. Not your guilty pleasure, but a guilty pleasure. You knew never to fall in love with a man that thought loyalty was showing up on time. He was everything you never needed, but here you were. Your fingers pressed on the trigger that would start the flame of pain.

>>Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | fuckboy!jk x witch!reader

>>Word Count: 7.5k

>>Genre: Mini Series / Smut & Angst

>>Warnings/Kinks: Arguments, breast play, creampie, cum play, disloyalty, degrading, exhibitionism, fingering, hair pulling, marking, oral (receiving), praise, unprotected sex, and witchcraft

Jungkook was too beautiful for his own good.

From his pouty lips and sharp jaw line to his starry eyes. The man was perfection.

Even you had fallen for him, a woman that stopped believing in love.

But, all you could do now was remember the times you had together as the fire slowly burns in front of you.

As your love for Jeon Jungkook disappeared into nothingness.

Your fingers typed away at the keyboard, writing the second of three essays you had due. It was nearing the end of the semester and, while you were ecstatic at the mere thought of summer vacation, the stress of exams was looming over you.

“Can you look over this paragraph for me?”, you peeked up over your laptop and nodded, moving your own device out of the way to make room for Namjoon’s. Kim Namjoon was a journalist in the making, a man that knew exactly how to put events into words. He was quite different from you, but study sessions together were always eventful. You were the perfect person to correct his grammar mistakes or to help add detail to his work and he was the perfect person to help explain a certain historical detail you may have missed.

Studying religions was what you had decided was your interest considering your unique practice. You enjoyed learning about the beliefs of people centuries ago but the facts could get scrambled in your brain and that’s where Namjoon came in. He almost seemed to have a never ending timeline in his brain.

“I’d add more emphasize on Jungkook. He did beat the record after all”, you quickly realized when you read the paragraph that he was writing for the school paper again. Despite your attempts to persuade the man that he could do much better with his time, he continued to write for it.

“That’s true. Wait, how did you know about that?”, you let out an amicable chuckle. Of course Namjoon would assume you did not know. Just because you despised sports did not mean you were deaf. The whole school had been talking about the student since the track meet. While you couldn’t remember the exact record he beat, it was still a record.

“People talk”, you shrugged and Namjoon nodded. It was peaceful for a moment as you went back to typing, managing to push aside your emerging migraine. Your body was begging for a good nap, but you had to get this done. You were, among less appealing qualities, a hard worker. Perhaps it was due to the pressure put on you as a child or maybe it was because that diploma was just out of reach. Either way, nothing was going to get in the way of your future.

And, like the biggest fuck you from the universe, Jeon Jungkook walks in.

Yet, you hadn’t realized and kept typing until Namjoon cursed loudly, drawing you out of your world.

“Are you okay?”, your voice was soft before your eyes met the issue. Oh, poor clumsy Namjoon.

He had spilt his coffee all over his shirt, staining the freshly new white blouse he had worn. You couldn’t help but laugh as you dug in your bag for a napkin.

“Don’t bother, it’s too much for a napkin. I’ll go to the restroom. Be right back”, you gave him a brief nod and a thumbs up. Still, you got up with your little pack of napkins and tried to clean up the remaining coffee staining into the table. The librarian is sure to kill you both if it does end up staining the wood. Standing back to examine your work, you almost screamed.

Standing by your laptop was a tall figure with the most sinister smirk you’ve ever seen.

Jeon fucking Jungkook spilt your coffee all over your notes and laptop.

Your mouth hung open for a moment before fury overtook the shock. You stomped up to the broadly built man and yes you didn’t believe in violence as a solution but all you wanted to do was slap the smirk right off his gorgeous face.

“Why did you do that?”, you also wanted to yell but the librarian was already eyeing the table and you couldn’t draw attention to the mess.

“Because I like to watch you suffer, sourpuss”, how have you not killed the man in front of you? You had no idea. Because that name infuriated you.

You knew it was the student’s way of messing with you, wanting to strike that minuscule nerve inside of you. No one else believed you could get angry but Jungkook knew you could. Mostly because he had caused that anger.

“And why is that? Because Jimin told you another lie about me?”, Jeon Jungkook was so impossibly similar to Park Jimin that it was uncanny who he had learned his traits from. Truth be told, you had the smallest crush on the man in front of you during freshmen year. He was so affectionate, caring, and friendly back then.

But, instead of ending up with the sweet heartthrob, you had ended up with Jimin for that year and the next.

Starting out, he was simply a popular boy and loved you with his whole heart. But, time went by and his true colors shun through like the sunlight through your irritatingly useless blinds. He was a playboy. An awfully good one at that for you to have never noticed the extra pairs of undergarments that laid on his floor when you slept over at his dorm.

He cheated, but he blamed it all on you and even Jeon Jungkook hates your guts because you were sure Jimin had told him exactly what he had told most of your friends. That you had broken his heart with your “horrifying” witchcraft and that you were dangerous. It explained why so many students asked to see your devil shrine the next day or tried to barge into your dorm to look at what Jimin talked about.

The most ironic thing was that you had never used magick around the man and you barely used it to begin with. You supposed it was for good reason considering that happened the first time you told someone about it.

“Jimin doesn’t lie. He’s never lied to me and I’m sure you’re well aware of what you did”, his finger jabbed harshly above your breast, just slightly lower than your collarbone. Among many things, Jungkook was dense and forgetful. You noticed that quickly when you started spotted reminders written on his fingers or palm. Just like the little note saying “library 7pm” was written on the finger jabbing you.

Unless the track star had another reason to be in the library he never visited, he wrote that down just to catch you in time.

“Tell me, Jeon. What did I do?”, you tilted your head and moved away from him, realizing the coffee was now leaking onto the floor. You desperately wished Namjoon would hurry up and get back to help you.

“You broke his heart. Using magick or something”, you bit your lips in annoyance and turned around to face him.

“Or something? Jungkook, I never did anything to Jimin. I know you won’t believe it because you look up to him like some god, but he cheated on me. He broke my heart”, you jabbed back, hitting the same spot he hit you, “and, if you haven’t noticed, Jimin doesn’t seem heartbroken, does he?”. If he dared to say yes you may have to use that horrifying magick Jimin lied about because your ex was anything but heartbroken. He was with a new woman almost every night and, even with this knowledge, they lined up to be with him. Who could deny the charming Park Jimin?

Finally, Jungkook shook his head, his curly black hair bouncing as he did the movement. If he wasn’t such a nuisance, you might’ve wished you could run your fingers through it. It looked so fluffy.

“Then, leave me alone. It’s been years of your torment and I’m tired of it”, you sighed and slung your bag over your shoulder after shoving your slightly wet laptop into it, walking out of the library after sending a text to Namjoon that you had felt bad because no one really knew about your fights with Jungkook and Namjoon would surely try to beat his ass if he found out about it.

Leaving the coffee on the table was a bold move but a part of you hoped that the asshole would clean it up. It was his mess after all. Not your’s.

“You’re coming to the track meet, right?”, the voice startled you and you sat up on your bed, making direct eye contact with Kim Taehyung. The only guy with a key to your dorm.

“Tae, I love you but you know I do not do sports”, you grumbled and flopped back onto your bed. Your classes had you beat and the need for a nap was too great to give up. Even if it was for your best friend.

“I know but it would mean so much if you were there”, don’t do it. Don’t do it.

You did it.

You made direct eye contact with those big puppy eyes Taehyung always used to get his way. You had fallen victim once again.

Which was why you had ended up in the cold, shivering as you watched the team run around the track for what felt like an eternity.

Taehyung had done great considering he barely moved before the season but who really stood out was Jungkook. His back muscles were only moments away from ripping through the flimsy shirt he was wearing and sweat was coating his hair. He was aware of how good he looked. He always was. He even was ballsy enough to wink at one of the girls screaming his name in the crowd.

Thankfully, the pleasant bliss that was drinking kept your mind off how irritated you were. You had snuck in a beer to drink (not that everyone else didn’t) and the alcohol loosened you up a bit.

After the meet was over, a sweaty Taehyung was clinging to you like a massive koala. He was high off adrenaline and couldn’t decide whether he wanted to cuddle or jump around.

“Tae, take this before you pass out on top of me”, you handed him a water and he gratefully took it, still leaning against you as he chugged down the drink.

Taehyung and you were polar opposites. He was an athlete, quite dorky, a great singer, and was overly optimistic. You, on the other hand, liked to keep to yourself, was not the best of singers, and always stuck to the reality of things. Even if you could manipulate that reality the tiniest bit.

“Let’s get you home”, you let the man lean his weight on you tiredly as you started to walk towards the exit of the field.

“Sourpuss, I need to talk to you”, that voice was definitely not the one you needed to hear when you were this tired and already agitated. What does a girl have to do to spend time in her bed?

“I’m a little busy if you haven’t realized”, you gestured to Taehyung, who was breathing directly on your neck and nuzzling his nose against the skin. It wasn’t an odd gesture considering your close friendship but his face was so cold it send goosebumps down your spine.

“I’ll help”, Jungkook offered, quickly coming to your rescue by crouching down and getting Tae on his back. The man grumbled but was happy to take the ride considering it was less soreness for his legs to endure the next day.

The Jeon Jungkook helping? What a trip.

“What do you want?”, you winced at how rude it sounded. Sure, Jungkook most definitely deserves said rudeness, but he was helping you.

“I’m sorry”, you legitimately thought you were hearing things and turned your head to look at him, stopping in your tracks.

“Can you say that again? I don’t think I heard you correctly”, the athlete groaned before turning to look at you, frustration evident on his face.

“I’m sorry. You were right about Jimin. He’s been talking shit behind my back for months and I had no idea”, if it wasn’t for your “told you so” attitude, you would’ve felt sorry for him. Jimin was one of his closest friends after all.

“Hate to say I told you so but”, he glared at you to shut up and you quickly did. His glare was so cold that a shiver went up your spine.

“Sorry, it was a joke. Jimin is really manipulative so don’t let him bring you down”, you reassured him, even bringing your hand up to pat his shoulder. By the way he flinched away, you would’ve assumed your hand was made of lava.

Noted. Jungkook hates being touched.

“I assumed so much about you and that was immature of me”, the man smiled softly at you. It felt like arrows pierced your heart. He had such a cute smile for an asshole. Like a bunny.

“It’s fine. Lots of people assume things about me”, you shrugged as you both started walking again, Taehyung looking down at you to make sure you’re okay. He was like your protective older brother and you couldn’t be more thankful to have him around.

“But they shouldn’t. So what if you follow a different religion? It doesn’t mean you’re evil”, that was probably the first time someone agreed with your practices besides Taehyung and Namjoon (mostly because he understood it better than others).

“Thank you for saying that. It means a lot”, you finally smiled back at him, sending his heart right into his chest as his heartbeat picked up. Needless to say, he adored your smile.

“I hate to ask this of you but could you tutor me on Epidemiology? I regret ever taking it and I’ll pay you”, you were wide-eyed with shock to say the least. You didn’t expect Jungkook to go out of his way to learn. Especially, not with you.

“Sure, you can join Namjoon and I in the morning”, you nodded before you saw the way Jungkook’s nose crinkled up in displeasure.

“What? What’s wrong with that?”, he sighed in response to the question as you both reached your dorm building. You’d just let Tae stay with you for the night.

“Namjoon hates my guts. We’re way too different. Besides, aren’t you two dating? I don’t want to be some third wheel”, Jungkook almost sounded disgusted at the idea, probably imagining you making out with Namjoon in front of him.

“I’m not dating him. He’s just the only other intelligent male I can tolerate”, he seemed to relax once you finished speaking but there was still tenseness evident in his shoulders which wasn’t due to the large man on his back.

“I still don’t get along with him despite the fact that he writes about me all the time. He once yelled at me for cheating and wrote an article about it”, that was a slap right to your face. Right, Jungkook was a player and he could throw your feelings aside like one of his cigarettes. Do not get attached.

“Well, don’t cheat”, you said because, let’s be real, it’s the truth. You unlocked the door and helped Taehyung off of his back.

“Bye Koo, thanks again”, your words were quick and you kicked the door closed with your shoe, your hands full thanks to the oversized man child clinging onto you.

Koo. He liked that.

Weeks had ticked by and, somehow, Jungkook had managed to get your number. Honestly, Namjoon probably slipped it out or Taehyung gave it to him. According to Tae, the man had been oddly friendly to him and they were (borderline) friends now. They played video games together, practiced together, and even barged into your place for snacks together.

Great. Now you had two man-children to take care of and feed. It was definitely taking a chunk out of your paycheck each week to get extra snacks for the two. They ate like starving animals whenever they came over. A small part of you even thought it was just to piss you off even more.

Jungkook finally managed to get you to agree for a tutoring session with him. Just one. If this one went well then maybe you would agree to more.

The only sad thing about the session was that it was scheduled to happen right after your last class on Friday in your previous dorm. The dorm you had just finished cleaning up since the last time the two adult toddlers had destroyed it.

Surprisingly, when you had woken up one morning, Jungkook was still there. You assumed he and Tae were too drunk to get back to their own dorms and had decided to just sleepover at your’s. It was quite annoying if you were to be honest, but the way Koo looked actually interested in your religion was enticing.

He didn’t look scared or disgusted when he looked at your little collection of crystals on your desk or the jar resting on your end table sealed with candle wax. If anything, he actually looked amused or even impressed.

“I’ll pick you up after class. I can’t believe you don’t drive and walk to your dorm every day”, Jungkook shook his head as he walked beside you. Coincidentally, your last classes were next to each other but you were shocked to hear him offer to give you a ride.

“Don’t judge me, Mr. Playboy. I just have a fear of hitting someone. Have you seen the lunatics at this campus? They will run out into traffic for fun”, the man chuckled wholeheartedly at the pout on your lips. Plus, your joke was actually pretty accurate. Even he had almost hit a drunk idiot when trying to get back to his dorm late one night.

“Okay, that’s fair. So, you okay with me driving you?”, you nodded cautiously. While Jungkook was guaranteed to know every path to your dorm by now, you were still guarded. Being in that tight of a space with him was going to be difficult.

No, you don’t get those so-called “butterflies” when you were with him. Honestly, those butterflies were typically a bad sign to you. Feeling sick because you loved someone sounded a bit odd and almost contradictory.

You actually found yourself with more powerful emotions than anything. If Jungkook made you angry, you were angry. If he made you happy, you were happy.

Everything just felt so much stronger when you were around him. Thankfully, he almost always made you happy. He made you laugh because, once he discovered that beautiful sound, he couldn’t get enough.

So, after your class, you met him out in the hall and he walked you to his car. Now you realized how such an undetermined man got into college.

He was filthy rich.

Sitting there in the parking spot was a brand new Mercedes Benz. Its black color almost matched the distinct leather jacket that he decided to wear today. It very much screamed Jeon Jungkook.

However, it did not scream you whatsoever. You were almost afraid to get near it.

“Hop in. My grade isn’t getting any lower”, he opened the door for you and you weren’t sure if it was because you were friends, or whatever the fuck you two were, or if it was because he wanted a discount.

That’s not fucking happening. He’s already stolen plenty of money through snacks from your cabinets.

Meekly, you got into the vehicle, immediately buckling your seatbelt as if it was going to hurl itself into motion at any moment. Jungkook shut the door and went around to get into the drivers’ seat. Apparently he trusted his own driving so much that he never wore a seatbelt (Namjoon would’ve had a stroke if he was told that) and he drove with one hand (scratch that- make it two strokes).

Despite those things, he was an actual good driver. You felt safe and he drove the speed limit. Maybe it was just because you were in the car with him?

Getting out of the luxurious leather seats proved to be a hassle considering you knew your seats in your dorm were no where near as comfortable. You could sleep in that passenger seat without a care in the world compared to your own bed. Still, you forced yourself to get out and you two went up to your dorm. Jungkook is way too familiar with the place now considering he barely talks to you. It’s your place and, yet, he comes here for Tae.

“Alright, what unit do you need help on?”, you asked softly as you took the needed supplies out of your bag. You actually already took Epidemiology. It had nothing to do with your major but it was interesting to you. Who wouldn’t want to learn about the science of the world’s biggest killer: disease?

Jungkook simply looked at you, blinking a few times and pressing his tongue into his cheek in that nervous habit you realized he had.

“Oh- for fucks sake, Koo”, you grumbled as you realized how long of a process this was going to be.

It had been months since you began tutoring the student and, finally, there was progress.

Standing proudly with his shoulders back was Jeon Jungkook holding a test with a big number ‘92’ on it in red ink. Your heart swelled with pride.

“I passed! This was the exam review test so I’ll pass the exam, right?”, you smiled brightly as you looked at his excited eyes. You never thought Jungkook would ever be excited over passing a class but you can’t judge people by their covers, right?

“Yeah! Just keep up with the studying and you got it”, you nodded quickly, looking away from his puppy eyes when you felt happiness engulf you like a fire.

Ironically, you were actually playing with fire. Your hand tugged on the trigger and a flame flickered from the end of your lighter. You brought it down and lit the candle in front of you. To be honest, you were a bit of a goodie two shoes but you did break one rule.

No fire in the dorms.

“Hey, I really wanted to thank you. I’m actually passing all my classes now and it fills like my life has purpose again”, woah, didn’t expect that.

“No problem, Koo. Your life always has purpose. What do you mean?”, you looked up from what you were doing, noticing he was leaning against the frame of your door.

“All I did was party and drink. Sure, I was a good athlete but that can only take you so far”, you nodded in understanding and stood up, walking towards him.

He followed your every move like prey waiting for the predator to attack them.

But, instead of an attack, he was met with a warm, genuine, and, all around, great hug.

“Do you think of me as everyone else does?”, you looked up at him, meeting his starry eyes.

Oh, you hated them because of how much you loved them. They held the galaxy within them and you could stare into them for hours if given the chance.

You were many things but, tragically for Jungkook, a liar wasn’t one of them.

“Honestly, I did before. I’ve seen you do some of the things the rumors talk about-“, smoking, cheating, fighting, “but now I know that’s not all you are. There’s more to you, Koo”.

All Jungkook had been able to think about was your words. Sure, he didn’t care about your opinion before but it truly did make him happy to know you thought better of him.

“Jk! Where have you been?”, oh no.

“Jimin? I’ve just been at the gym a lot”, lies. He had been with you a lot.

“Ah, I see. How’s the bet going?”, the shorter man asked, running his fingers through his precisely cut hair. What a born model.

The bet. The bet you had no clue about. The bet Jungkook was too dense to refuse.

“It’s going. She hugged me yesterday”, Jimin scoffed and then chuckled, vastly different sounds that almost made Jungkook double over in fear. Truth be told, he despised Jimin. He despised him because he scared him. The only other man more influential than him was Jimin and that meant Jimin could ruin his reputation in a matter of seconds.

“That’s all? Damn, she really is void of love”, the bet Jimin was referring to was the one he made with the younger at the beginning of the year.

“I bet you can’t make her fall in love with you. She didn’t even love me, Koo! Me! I’m telling you, if you make her fall in love with you then I’ll get you anything you want”.

Time was running out with exams coming up and Jungkook needed to hurry if he was going to win such a bet. But, was it worth it if it meant disappointing you? Jimin may be scary but you made him feel so happy and so proud.

The only time he had seen you disappointed was when Taehyung broke one of your jars, resulting in a mess of coins, herbs, and wax on the floor. That’s the day he decided he never wanted to be on the receiving end of one of those looks.

“Yeah, she’s guarded which is understandable-“, wait- did Jeon Jungkook just grow some balls? “I’d be void of love too if everyone judged me for something I believed in”. He did.

“Where is that coming from? She deserves it, doesn’t she? Come on, JK. Keep that head in the game!”, Jimin patted his head like he was a child with all A’s on his report card, which, for once, was actually true thanks to you.

What game? You? Were you truly just a game to him?

“Alright, I’ve got this”, damn. Maybe you were.

Most nights you found yourself at the library now. It was the only place that was filled with peace and quiet. Especially on a Friday. Not even the librarian was here.

“Guess who”, hands covered your eyes and you would’ve punched the man behind you if you didn’t immediately recognize his husky voice. It was soothing with just the perfect mix of roughness. You couldn’t help but wonder what it sounded like when he just woke up.

“An asshole who thinks it’s okay to sneak up on women in a deserted place”, you grumbled and Jungkook immediately removed his hands.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”, oh here we go. Argument number two thousand.

“I wasn’t scared. I was just saying that, one, you’re an ass and, two, don’t do that to women”, he nodded in agreement and you thought that was the stopping of an argument. Boy, oh boy, were you wrong.

“I won’t anymore but you’re so weak. I’ve scared you so many times now”, you glared at him. Thanks to months of being by Jungkook’s side, you had become a bit more out of control. The feelings you used to keep caged up were now more out in the open. You cussed more often, even tried drinking (and almost spit it out on him), and your frustration was no longer hidden from the world.

“Jungkook, you are a menace to society and I would like it if you leaved”, it was a pointless threat. You didn’t really mean it. You adored his company but you wouldn’t admit that with a gun to your head.

“Liar, you love me”, shit. Did you? No, don’t ask that. It was just a joke.

Damn you and your overthinking.

“No, I hate you. Shut up”, that was also a useless threat. Jungkook never shut up. He was quite the talker and shutting up was not in his vocabulary.

“No, you hate me. Shut up”, he sat on the table you were previously working on, knowing this would take a while. Your arguments always lasted between thirty minutes to two or three hours. You both hated to back down.

“No, I love you. Shut the fuck up”, wait a second-

“As you wish”, he smirked victoriously and leaned closer, his face so close to your’s that you could smell his musky cologne.

“That was wrong”, you glared at him and he shook his head, “don’t open your mouth aga-“ you were cut off as his lips connected with your’s. He kissed you so intensely that your mind was fogged up, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

Finally, with your brain still hooked on adrenaline, your hands found their way to his cheeks, cupping his well defined face as you kissed back. You could feel him smile into the kiss before he pulled away, leaving a spark traveling down your body. Now, that’s a good feeling.

“Ah, I love when you shut the fuck up”, you were so close to beating him with your bag.

Everything was weird after the kiss. Life wasn’t some fairytale where you both lived happily ever after in some old palace somewhere.

No, you were both actually stuck in that “fuck, what are we?” mess.

Love wasn’t something you could control and that was why you never let it get that far, but, with Jungkook, it felt uncontrollable, spreading like wildfire.

So, you avoided him.

Of course, it wasn’t the most humane or easiest form of dealing with your feelings but it worked.

Well, for a little bit until Koo decided to block you off in the library, cornering you into the back section of the religious books. Oh, how ironic.

“What’s wrong?”, his voice made your knees want to give out. It was early and you assumed he woke up early just to catch you. His attire said that enough from his sweatpants to the tank top hugging his upper body. He obviously just threw something on before he left.

“What are you talking about?”, you tilted your head and tried to act innocent, but, once again, a liar you were not.

“Oh please, you’re obviously pissed off or scared of me or something”, bingo. You were horrified of what you were feeling and, in tune with it, Jungkook.

“I don’t know! Why do you even care? You’re obviously going to pass your exam so what am I needed for anymore?”, you winced at your own words, watching as the man’s usual bright expression turned into a sorrowful one.

“It’s much more than that, y/n”, that was probably one of the first times he had said your name. He usually called you nicknames like princess, sourpuss, or whatever else he came up with depending on his mood.

“Then what is it?”, the stare he gave you made you want to hide further into the corner. It was so predatory that your body was trying to fight its own instincts to run away and avoid the problem. You were always a flight over fight type of girl.

“You”, the one word made your eyebrows furrow, racking your brain for a response or understanding of what he meant. Jungkook shook his head as you watched your face twist in confusion.

“You’re so dense. Why would I kiss you if it wasn’t all for you?”, he leaned closer to you, hand resting on the shelf of the bookcase behind you. You silently thanked the universe that no one else was in there yet.

“Discount?”, it was the first thing you thought of and it caused a low chuckle to rumble out of Jungkook’s chest. He looked up into your eyes and it almost knocked the air out of you.

“Hmm, unless it’s a fuck buddy discount then I don’t think I want it”, he raised an eyebrow cockily and your eyes went wide. Little did Jungkook know that he just complicated your relationship even more.

“And what if I’m okay with making such a discount?”, the student practically groaned at the words, free hand finding its way on your hip, squeezing it. You don’t know where your new found confidence came from but you had gotten rather blunt since hanging out with Jungkook.

“Then I’d say you’re not the person I thought you were”, he hummed, leaning in to whisper in your ear. The way his breath tickled your ear sent sparks through your body.

“Is that what you want? For me to take you here against these books?”, yes you did. Looking around, you were met with many versions of Bible and other holy books of all religions. It was absolutely filthy and wrong to do it there which was why it was perfect.

“Yes, I want that”, your nails dug into the wood behind you, trying to ground your emotions down. It had always been an escape tactic to you.

“How naughty”, now you understood why he had chosen today of all days to corner you. He loved the skirt you were wearing and how easily it gave access to everything delicious underneath. Plus, your legs were perfect to him.

His fingers danced along your thighs before he pushed up your skirt, revealing the black lace panties underneath. Oh, you knew what was going to happen today and you definitely knew Jungkook liked his black.

“So pretty. Just for me?”, the question took you off guard, your own questions flooding your brain. Ultimately, after a few moments of silence, you decided he probably had a possession thing. Who didn’t like to feel powerful?

“Just for you, Koo. Fuck, touch me please”, so you decided to feed his little ego, edging him on until he pulled the panties to the side to reveal your glistening pussy.

The dim light of the library truly didn’t do it justice but he couldn’t help himself from finding it to be also perfect. He was in deep shit now.

His long fingers ran down your slit until they reached their destination: your pussy. He rubbed around it before he slowly plunged his middle finger into the wetness, curling against your walls.

Fuck, you always hated that finger but with it inside of you? Maybe you could make an exception.

Your body shook in response to the stimulation since you hadn’t been touched in so long, your hands gripping the wood tighter to keep yourself steady. Jungkook smirked when you clenched around his finger before he added another, stretching you out wonderfully as he scissored you open.

And that was when Jungkook found his favorite sound in the world.

“Jungkook! Oh god”, you moaning his name sounded like music to his ears and he couldn’t get enough. The only thing he hated was how quiet it was since you were still conscious of the library around you. He wanted you to scream it.

“You like that, princess? You want more?”, you obediently nodded, not in the mood to be denied an orgasm (which you were sure Jungkook would do if you didn’t obey). The man chuckled and leaned down, still pumping his fingers steadily as if it took no effort at all. If you had done this yourself then your fingers would have been cramping by now.

Your body jolted when Jungkook’s plump lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly on the nerve as if he was starving. To be fair, he had skipped breakfast.

You feared for the books behind you as your body spasmed, orgasming on the man’s fingers. You took deep breaths once you were finished and watched as Jungkook pulled away, pulling his cum covered fingers out of you.

With prolonged eye contact, he slipped the digits into his mouth and sucked the juices off of them. A new wave of arousal went through you when he tapped your lips with them, making you open your mouth. You gagged briefly when they hit the back of your throat but you sucked on it, licking your way up his middle finger.

“Good girl”, now that was going to haunt you forever. You whined when he pulled his fingers away and he smiled teasingly at you.

“I’m going to need to see these”, your eyes went wide when he gripped the collar of your shirt and ripped it clean down the middle, tossing it aside as if it didn’t cost you a fortune.

“Jeon Jungkook! That was expensive”, you huffed but he paid you no mind, just reaching behind you to remove your bra too so it can join the rest of your clothes.

“What if someone sees? I can’t cover these up quickly, Koo”, you crossed your arms over your chest, looking around cautiously. Jungkook just laughed and pulled your arms away, pinning your wrists above your head so he can press his body against your own.

“Take my shirt off and you can put that over you for the day. It’s fine, sourpuss”, oh you would’ve slapped him if you weren’t so turned on. He let go of your wrists and you quickly removed his shirt for him, revealing a muscular chest you could’ve never imagined.

And he never imagined how beautiful you’d look with your hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric of his white t-shirt. He grabbed them immediately and you failed to see the spark in his eyes as he squished them together.

“That was one of my favorite shirts. What a di-“, you yelped when he pulled your leg up over his shoulder, yanked his pants and boxers down, and pulled your panties aside to rub his angry tip against your folds. Your head rested back as he rubbed against your clit, covering his cock in your juices.

“What a dick indeed”, Jungkook chuckled deeply, arousal blurring his world into nothing but you. The only thing that mattered at that moment was feeling you.

His lips attached to your neck and you were so out of reality that you didn’t realize he was littering the skin with his marks, a silent claim on you as he pushed himself inside of you.

“Oh shit, it’s exactly as I imagined. So tight and warm”, and he was just as you imagined. So very big. You didn’t think anyone else could stretch you out as much as Jeon Jungkook and that thought made you groan.

“You’ve been imagining it?”, it was your turn to smirk and, for the first time ever, the man in front of you blushed.

“Oh please princess. I know you’ve been thinking about it too”, and you had been. Not that you’d ever admit that after he just basically friends with benefits zoned you.

“Just move you asshole”, Jungkook gripped your hair, tugging on the soft strands as he finally kept pushing, bottoming out inside of you perfectly.

His big hands moved to grip your hips, a little help to keep you up as he started to snap his own into your’s. He was mildly uncomfortable at first but, as you adjusted to his size, bliss filled your body.

Finally, you were doing something to make yourself happy and pleased. Maybe Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the best man to do it but he was making you feel so so good.

The man snapped you out of your thoughts as he brought your hand down to your clit. You understood and started to rub it, happy knowing that Jungkook was also looking out for your own pleasure too. Not that you’d know he had been thinking about you creaming on his big cock for months now.

“Keep doing that”, he whispered despite the heavy groan that threatened to come out. He was referring to the uncontrollable clenching you were doing around his dick, sucking him into your walls with each muscle movement. You listened and (despite knowing you were going to keep doing it anyways) clenched once again.

“Can I cum inside?”, you whimpered at the idea of Jungkook’s cum filling you up and, knowing you’re on grade A birth control, you nodded. While Jungkook was effortlessly attractive, kids were not part of your plans by far.

“You close too, princess?”, you nodded, a small moan spilling past your lips despite your best efforts to be quiet. With that knowledge, the man orgasmed and you could feel his seed start to coat your insides. The feeling made you tumble over into your own orgasm, coating his softening cock with your release.

“I think that’s the best sex I’ll ever have”, you praised him as you tried to put your cramping leg down off his shoulder. Instead, he held it tighter and pulled himself out of you. He watched as his cum started the spill out of you, dripping down your thighs beautifully.

So, he’s a man who likes to admire his work.

You almost screamed when he pushed it back inside of you with his finger due to the sensitivity.

“See you later, sourpuss”, Jungkook smirked and put your panties back to their original position before he pulled his own boxers and pants back up. He walked off and you were left gobsmacked with his cum dripping out of you onto your panties.

As the weeks passed by, the world became more vibrant and cheerful but also more chilling and worrisome.

Exams were over and you were free to go wherever you pleased but, somehow, you always found yourself wanting to be with what was supposed to be your secret guilty pleasure. Now, he was your everything. He truly brought color into your world; sadly, color always comes with black and white.

“I won the bet, Jimin. I want what I asked for”, you listened intently from the other aisle of books. The library had become your go to spot to find Jungkook. Surprisingly, the once unmotivated student was more frequently in here because of the sheer relief he got when you stood before him with a proud smile. What a softy.

“Really? She fell for you? Damn, you still got it. I can’t believe you asked for this though”, the disgust in your ex’s voice was evident and you so desperately wanted to see what he was referring to. You truly thought Koo had stopped being friends with Jimin after he apologized but apparently you were wrong about a lot of things. Most of all, you were wrong to love again.

Feeling your tears start to spill down your cheeks for the first time in years, you forced yourself out of the library. You should’ve seen it coming. What would a playboy want with you? A woman looking for a serious relationship? You’re an idiot and you’ll fix it.

Said playboy must’ve spotted you because you could hear his heavy footsteps behind you as you rushed out of the library, hurrying into a run with the safety of your dorm in mind. It was time to end this.

So, here you were. Remembering everything from the past few months as the candles in front of you burned, getting so desperately close to the string connecting them. You had carved an evident ‘JK’ on one and your initials on the other, bonding them to the people who needed to be apart from one another.

Watching his candle, you noticed the wax dripping down the long wick and you knew they were tears. You knew because of the loud banging coming from your dorm door, the man on the other side screaming and sobbing for you to let him explain.

Your candle, however, burned strongly with vengeance. It stood so tall compared to Jungkook’s and, as the fire finally burned through the string tying you both together, you felt free. It was like Jeon Jungkook had never affected you before and his name slowly slipped from your mind.

Eventually, the banging stopped as the candles reached their ends and the fire flickered out under your gaze. You felt so blissfully numb as you walked towards the door, opening it to reveal a confused Jungkook looking up at you.

“What did you do? It’s like-“, you cut him off with your hand, pulling him up rather roughly.

“You never knew me. That’s how I want it, Jeon Jungkook. You never knew me and I never knew you. Now, get your prize and leave me alone”, you slammed the door in his face. You felt pure relief but Jungkook could still feel a pang of want in his body.

You had failed to notice the little wax left of his candle that stood strong as you dumped it in the trash and he failed to notice that he had left his “prize” outside your door as he rushed off.

A gorgeous rose quartz necklace.

What a way to declare your love to a witch who just cut it all off.

[binxyu]

Being the main writer for the college paper made it particularly hard for people not to be in your business because, well, you were in their’s. Thus, everyone in the school was aware of your relationship with Juyeon and Hyunjae. But, that doesn’t stop a flirty athlete from hitting on you.

>>Pairing: Lee Jaehyun x Lee Juyeon (doms) x fem!reader (sub) | athletes!jaehyun and juyeon x writer!reader

>>Word Count: 4.3k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Choking, creampie, cum eating, cum play, double penetration, exhibitionism/public sex, harassment (not from the boys), marking, oral (giving + receiving), possessiveness, praise, saliva, and unprotected sex

The reminder you had set on your phone was not enough to take your focus off the man in front of you.

Truth be told, you were quite forgetful for a person with such a tight schedule.

Writing on your hand was tried. It didn’t really work considering you washed your hands consistently throughout the day (damn the germs in colleges), smudging the ink to an unreadable blur on your hand.

Thankfully, that’s how you had met your boyfriends. Yeah, plural. There’s an s there.

You had been rushing towards an assignment you had been given for the paper. It was a request to interview some of the top students in the music department and damn late wasn’t even enough of a word to describe how long ago you were supposed to be there.

Showing up a couple hours late resulted in most of the students already gone, hiding away in their dorms for the afternoon.

But, there were two students still waiting for you. Lee Jaehyun (although he likes people to call him Hyunjae) and Lee Juyeon.

They were your saving grace for your paper and, in return, you let them take you out on a date.

Now, months later, your relationship with them still ran strong.

But, apparently your hearing didn’t because the reminder sound on your phone didn’t even register as you write down practically everything the athlete was telling you.

He actually was a classmate of your’s and a pretty popular one at that. The whole school practically knew about him.

“And that’s how I beat the record”, you nodded sweetly, keeping that signature interviewer smile on your face. It did a fantastic job of getting people to open up and this guy was no exception.

“So, one last question, are you dating anyone?”, you weren’t asking for yourself. Especially not when you were already quite... busy... with the two men you were already dating. It was more for the majority of the female population in the school who did like him.

Besides, everyone in the school knew about you and, more specifically, your polyamorous relationship. It wasn’t seen everyday to be fair. You three stuck out like a sore thumb.

“No, I haven’t really been looking”, bullshit. You had been to the football games, the man loved to rile up the crowd. He practically chucked his shirt into a girl’s face the other night when it was “too hot”.

It was just above 50 degrees that night.

“I see. Thank you for the interview”, you smiled and he nodded, smiling back at you before a lightbulb seemed to go off in his mind.

“Are you looking?”, he must have noticed the shocked expression you had because his hand encased your’s, seemingly trying to soothe you as his thumb traced the back of your hand.

All it did was make you more anxious.

“No, sorry, I’m not. I’m actually taken”, there goes that reminder again but you ignored it. It was probably just your reminder to take your gummy vitamins or something stupid the boys put in there because they cared. Maybe a little too much sometimes.

“Oh, by who?”, it wasn’t a curious question. He didn’t believe you. His tone said it.

“By us”, uh oh.

Turning around, you were met with your two lovers. They hovered over you like angry wolves and you could only feel like a little lamb underneath them.

The athlete had flirted with you before and that only made the situation more intense. Of course the football player knew about your relationship. It just didn’t seem to matter to him.

Until, well, now you guess.

“You didn’t come”, shit. So, that was the reminder?

You had a date with them after this interview and it completely flew out of your mind like a paper lost in the wind.

“Sorry, I lost track of time”, they nodded and, for a moment, you thought you saw their eyes soften as they look at you but they just returned back to those icy cold stares.

Even the muscular athlete was scared. Everyone knew how possessive your boyfriends were.

It was pretty obvious after a particularly ignorant party animal laid his drunk hands on you. Before he could do anything else, he was already thrown on the floor with Juyeon’s fist landing on his cheek while Hyunjae pulled you back into his chest like he was some kind of shield.

It was hot, you weren’t going to lie, but it did make you a little worried for people you truly did just want to be friends with.

“Hey, babies, let’s go. Let’s go have our date now”, you placed each of your hands on their chests. It was a gentle move that always seemed to calm them and you smiled as you felt their heartbeats slow down, your own starting to match theirs as you felt it through your hands.

“Fine but you”, Hyunjae pointed with precision at the man, “stay away from her. She doesn’t like you and she’s said no multiple times. She’s ours” the man finally nodded and ran off while you were stuck standing there with a wave of arousal shooting to your core.

Ignore it. You can’t be walking around with marks again-

The internal scold fell short as the boys wrapped you up in a hug. You could practically feel the warmth from their anger coming off of them in waves.

“Next time listen to your reminders. We set them for you for a reason”, Hyunjae scolded you, grabbing your phone to turn off the pesky sound. You really didn’t hear it. Maybe your hearing does need to be checked.

“I know I know. I’m forgetful”, you pout and the boys looked at it, wanting nothing more than to kiss your pouty lips until they’re swollen. Juyeon just chuckles instead and ruffles your hair sweetly.

It was such a sharp contrast to how cold he looked a minute ago but you were used to it. They were usually cold to others but were exceptionally sweet to you.

Well, most of the time.

“Come on, dory. We’ve got to get outside”, that’s always been Hyunjae’s favorite nickname for you. Sadly, you couldn’t argue that it didn’t suit you.

Sometimes you even forget what your name is.

“Okay”, you nodded and held their hands, walking securely in between them. You always did feel safe with your boyfriends and being without them was honestly terrifying. They were like your bodyguards.

Out in the beautiful field of the campus was a little picnic blanket, laid out with plenty of your favorite foods.

They always loved to spoil you and, while the sight in front of you wasn’t much of a surprise considering it was their favorite form of dates, it made you happy nonetheless.

“Aw, thank you boys”, you gave them both a peck on the cheek and sat down. You weren’t much for public displays of affection.

Hand holding? That was fine. It was their way of saying that you were their’s. But, the bigger things like kissing or hugging? That was more of a private thing for you.

Those were actions you did when the three of you could safely display your love for one another without being judged because, let’s be honest, you’re not much of the outgoing type.

Sure, you have to talk to lots of people for your writing, but that didn’t mean you liked to. You actually liked to keep to yourself.

It was odd considering Hyunjae and Juyeon were quite popular due to their singing skills. Everyone wanted them but they only had their eyes set on you.

They helped you sit down, filling up your plate with delicious treats that almost had you drooling. You just realized how hungry you were when your stomach let out the most obnoxious growl you had ever heard.

Okay- maybe you also forget to take care of yourself. When you’re busy the last thing on your mind is what your body wants. Just the task at hand is important.

“Dory, do we need to start setting reminders for food and stuff too?”, Hyunjae shook his head as Juyeon handed you the plate of food. You quickly shook your head back, taking a bite of the fruit sitting on the plate in your lap.

“No, I just got busy. I’m not too hungry”, Hyunjae looked at you with the most untrusting look. He knew you and he knew that you frequently “got busy” and that meant you frequently forgot to take those vitamins or to at least drink water.

As you ate, you started to circle the important details you had written down during the interview, making a clear note in your head to add those facts into the paper.

Sad thing was: the athlete barely gave you anything to work with. Most of it was just bragging or hitting on you.

“What an asshole”, you sighed and rested your forehead on Juyeon’s shoulder. He simply chuckled and started to run his fingers through your hair. You weren’t a saint by any means but cussing was rare. You found it to be a bad habit in public while you swore like a sailor in the safety of your bedroom.

“Frustrated?”, Hyunjae asked, rubbing your back with his large palm, working the knot he knew you had. They really did know your body so well.

“Yeah, he didn’t really give me anything to work with. Just flirting”, you didn’t mean to let the last part slip out. It was just what you thinking about and sometimes that filter in your brain was clogged with all the useless information you kept there.

“Maybe you could do your report on someone else?”, surprisingly, the response was calm and you had to let out a sigh of relief.

“Maybe. I’d have to ask”, you were the writer for the school but it didn’t mean you had free will. Everything had to be ran by someone else. Every decision.

“Alright, I’d feel much more comfortable if you didn’t have to talk to that guy again”, you nodded in agreement.

God forbid something go right because weeks later, after one failed attempt at switching stories, you were put on the athlete’s case once again. This time it was because he was the reason the school won against their rivals.

So, there you sat on the desk chair. You had just finished your journalism class and, ironically, the jerk was in the class with you. You both just agreed to do the interview in the classroom.

You had already told the boys about it and they promised to check in soon. You were worried but also thankful. Your gut had an awful feeling about this guy.

As you were reaching for your notepad and pen, a hand stopped you. It was wrapped around your wrist and you looked up in surprise to see the athlete’s eyes sparkling with mischief.

That can’t be good.

“Come on, no one has denied me before. Why won’t you go out with me?”, it made you scoff and you yanked your wrist from his cold, rubbing the red flesh with your other hand.

“Because I’m taken. So, drop it”, that seemed to strike a nerve. He looked furious and fear flowed through your body when he got up.

Before he could reach you, a hand gripped the collar of his shirt, lifting him up and throwing him out of the room. Juyeon rushed to you, gently wiping away tears with his thumbs.

Wait- you were crying? You hadn’t even noticed.

Hyunjae seemed to take the high road and just simply shut the door in the student’s face, locking him out.

They honestly rarely fought but when they did it was brutal. That’s why they tried to never do it in front of you.

“Are you okay? He didn’t touch you?”, you reassured him you were fine by letting him look you over, his eyes quickly looking over you as if you had some hidden life threatening injury.

After some time, you were already feeling better. The boys had made it their mission to make you laugh as much as possible in the classroom, doing silly dances and even tickling you. They just loved your laugh too much.

“Baby, I have an idea for your newspaper”, Hyunjae looked a little dazed. Well, more than dazed. You couldn’t blame him considering you had all been playing a game of cards and you sucked so fucking bad at it. Therefore, your little game of stripping if you lost resulting in the boys completely clothed while you sat there completely bare.

“And what is that?”, you shivered as the cold air hit your back. Juyeon pulled you in between his legs and wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to keep you warm. Plus, his hold was barely below your breasts and he truly did love those.

“Make it a smut”, you gasped when Hyunjae connected his lips with your’s harshly, a little more rough than usual. Then, it hit you, they held all that anger in just to use it on you.

While you would never actually write a smut for the school paper (unless you really wanted to be fired), you liked to idea of using it to rile them up. They loved your writing and, more specifically, the wonderful sex scenes you wrote.

Anytime you were busy, you’d write them one and then you’d be happy to oblige to their request to act it out when you got back to your dorm. Sometimes they were short scenes and sometimes they were long. Either way, the boys were happy to help you fulfill your fantasies.

The only difference today is that there is no prompt. They get to make up the story themselves.

“Do you want me to tell everyone how good you two fuck me? How well you stretch me out?”, just your words alone had Juyeon’s erection desperately trying to escape the confinement of his jeans. You could feel the bulge against your back and you watched as the wetness started to coat your thighs.

“Yes, tell everyone how good we make you feel”, you nodded in agreement and looked at the door, thankful that there was no windows uncovered in the room.

Finally, feeling safe, you turned around and started to unzip Juyeon’s jeans, pulling it down his legs along with his boxers. You simply tossed them, watching them land on the surface of one of the desks.

Hyunjae wasn’t far behind, removing his own clothes and doing a similar action to them, discarding them as if they were the trash beneath his feet.

“Turn around”, you nodded, turned your body back around and you immediately knew what he wanted. You leaned down to make yourself level with his cock, your eyes running over the veins and the angry red tip. Your ass was right where the man wanted it, high up in front of him.

Your lips wrapped around his shaft, running your tongue along the sides to coat it in your saliva. It always made the movements a bit easier. Juyeon groaned and dove his tongue down your slit, suckling at your clit once he reached it.

The moan you let out sent a vibration through his sensitive tip, causing his thighs to shake slightly. It was a beautiful sight.

Not forgetting about your other boyfriend, you looked up to make eye contact with Hyunjae. He licked his lips as he watched you practically gag on the large cock that belonged to Juyeon.

He was always a bit of a voyeur and, as much as he loved the sight, he couldn’t wait any longer. He sat on his knees next to you and moved his own cock closer to your mouth.

Hyunjae was bigger than Juyeon, stretching you out beyond belief but Juyeon was longer, hitting your cervix with every thrust. Both were a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Different but well balanced.

You brought your head back, releasing Juyeon from your mouth and you replaced where your mouth had been with your hand, jerking the man off. A long string of saliva connected your mouth to his but you couldn’t care because Hyunjae’s dick was far too tempting to forget.

You wrapped your mouth around his cock now, feeling your jaw lock slightly from the sheer volume you had taken in. He was just as delicious as the previous one and you couldn’t help yourself from sucking him like he was your favorite lollipop. To be honest, he was.

Juyeon slipped a finger inside of your dripping cunt and you whimpered, listening to the sound of your pussy clenching around the digit, soaking it in your wetness.

“I think she can take both of us now”, you stopped for a moment, a little surprised. Sure, you three had discussed double penetration but you never really felt ready. Could you really handle that much?

Maybe you could.

“Let’s do it”, your words came out muffled since you were still infatuated with the taste of Hyunjae’s dick. The boys smirked at one another and Hyunjae gripped your hair to pull you off of him. Your hand instinctively let go of Juyeon’s dick too, missing the feeling of having something to play with.

You never liked to sit still but you knew you probably were going to have to after this session.

“Up here then, baby”, Hyunjae chuckled as you yelped, his arms under your body as he laid you across the desk. You winced when a pencil sharpener landed on the floor off the desk, probably breaking into pieces.

How had no one heard you before this? You had no idea.

Juyeon got up off the floor, rushing to Hyunjae’s side. Hyunjae held your thigh and pushed it open more, taking in the beautiful sight of your glistening pussy. It was his favorite work of art and Juyeon wanted nothing more than to continue the feast he was in the middle of.

“Alright, we’ll go one at a time, okay? If we need to stop then tell us. You okay with this still?”, Juyeon asked softly. Despite how cold they were, they still asked for permission and it was especially important now.

“I’m okay with it. I’ll tell you if you have to stop”, you nodded and looked up at the two. Fuck, you were so lucky.

They both had little stars in their eyes whenever they looked at you and it always reminded you that they were indeed your stars. Those little stars in their eyes only lit up when they looked at you.

Hyunjae decided to go first as the bigger of the two, gently easing his way into you. The stretch was slightly uncomfortable at first but no longer painful. You had adjusted to both of them rather quickly solo but together? That may be a bit harder.

Right when he brushed against that specific spot inside of you, you covered your mouth and moaned, gripping the edge of the desk.

Hyunjae watched you, smirking when he realized you were already becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. He loved watching you try to hold onto anything to keep your grounded to reality. He always seemed to bring you to cloud 9.

“All in. Now you’ll take Juyeon too, right? You’ll be a good girl and take him too?”, you nodded obediently and looked between your legs, noticing that Hyunjae had completely bottomed out inside of you. You already seemed so full, a bulge present in your stomach from where Hyunjae had settled.

Truly, no one could make you feel this good with so little effort but them.

Juyeon gripped your other thigh and pressed small kisses there, a gentle reminder that it was okay to stop him. That he loved you.

He sucked a few marks to the skin, making you whine because once they start they don’t stop. You’ll be covered in marks by the end of the hour.

Once you were spread wider, almost completely folded, Juyeon guided his cock in beside Hyunjae’s. Now, that hurt.

“Slower! Slower please”, Juyeon quickly nodded, noticing that your eyes were watering. He gently wiped them away and stayed still for a moment so you could get used to the stretch. When you nodded, he slowly moved again and you felt your vagina quickly adjust to the size. Like you were made to handle both.

And, now, you couldn’t stop moaning under your hand. It did very little to muffle the noises but it was your only hope of not getting caught.

Hyunjae was pressed against your g-spot as Juyeon had taken it upon himself to settle his tip against your cervix. And, inside of you, their cocks rubbed against each other in an unspoken competition to see who could go deeper.

Of course, Juyeon would win that category but that didn’t matter to Hyunjae.

Both watched their bulges in your stomach as one pulled out and pushed back in. Then, they started alternating until you were so stretched out that they could move together in perfect unison.

The sounds of skin slapping filled the room as they fucked you raw, sharing you in the most perfect way. Everything felt so good that you could already feel the knot forming in your stomach, begging to be released and coat their cocks in your cum.

“You like it, hm? Does it feel good?”, Juyeon teased as he watched your eyes roll back and your nails dig into the wood beneath you. You nodded but your love didn’t like that. He gripped your throat, squeezing it slightly right where he needed to.

The blissful feeling only became more unbearable as you felt some oxygen escape your throat. Tears spilled down your cheeks before he let go, allowing you to breathe.

“Yes! Fuck, I love it!”, the boys leaned down to suck marks all over your breasts, stomach, and hips. Still easy to hide but you knew that wasn’t going to last long.

Their hips snapped against your core as they moved, Hyunjae’s pelvis bone rubbing against your clit perfectly. It made your mouth hang open in a tiny scream and you couldn’t hold it anymore, squirting all over the two as you came.

You had never done that and you were scared that they would hate it but the bright smiles on their faces made you relax. It made you feel good and that’s all that mattered to them.

As the thrusts continued, you squirmed from the overstimulation and Juyeon had to pin you down by your wrists to keep you from falling off the desk.

Their movements became more sloppy and they came together, filling up your clenching cunt with their cum. You felt way too full with all of it and their cocks still inside of you, tapping Juyeon’s arm in a silent plea.

He understood and nodded at Hyunjae, the both of them pulling out to milk the rest of their orgasm’s on whatever they could find. Your thighs, clit, stomach, chest, arms, etc. You looked like the filthiest thing they’ve ever seen and they couldn’t be more proud.

Juyeon put his clothes back on and went out to grab a towel from the locker room as Hyunjae just stared at the cum spilling out of you and down the side of the unfortunate wooden desk.

He seemed to be deep in thought as you tried to breathe correctly, his finger entering your hole without warning and you looked down to see him pull it out. He looked you dead in the eye as he licked off the mixture of cream, humming happily when he found out he loved the taste.

“We taste delicious together”, he leaned down and held your ankles as he started to lap at the cum dripping out of you, eating it up like it was a five star meal. You shivered from the feeling of his warm muscle meeting your cold skin as he licked you clean, licking his lips every time he came up for air.

“How in the world am I going to write an article when that is in my head?”, you motioned to the sight of the cum dripping down his chin. His lips were swollen and his brown locks stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He looked ravishing.

“Smut”, he popped the m for emphasis and you shook your head, letting him kiss you so you could taste it too. It tasted like the best mixture of fruit and you found yourself diving your tongue in his mouth for more.

“Oh yeah, we definitely have to stay together if this is how good we taste”, you giggled and Juyeon had entered just in time to get a taste too. He kissed you, swirling his tongue inside of your mouth before he pulled away. He licked his lips and acted as if he was critiquing a meal.

“I’d have to give my thanks to the chef”, he joked and you smiled, letting out a little chuckle as you tried to sit up but your legs were not having it and neither were your boyfriends.

They rubbed your thighs as you laid back down, trying to ease the soreness in them. Juyeon kissed your hand lovingly and your heart swelled from all the love you felt for the two.

You had no doubt that they were really the ones you were going to spend your life with.

“Looks like the school newspaper is going to have to wait. Unless you feel like writing on a cum stained desk”, Hyunjae chuckled and you huffed, knowing that that paper was definitely not going to be done by its due date.

[binxyu]

You’ve never really been in a relationship. Hyunjae knew that and it only made him want you more. You were so pure and he wanted to show you what real pleasure felt like. He wanted to be your first and last in everything.

>>Pairing: Lee Jaehyun (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | best friend!hyunjae x innocent!reader

>>Word Count: 3.2k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Cockwarming, corruption, cumplay, fingering, food, hair pulling, oral (receiving), overstimulation, possessiveness, scratching, size kink, spitting, and unprotected sex

“Hyunjae! Hold up!”, your best friend turned around when he heard his name, his eyes meeting your’s. A beautiful eye smile took the place of his once cold gaze, warming your heart immediately.

“Want to move our movie night to tonight? I have a date tomorrow”, you failed to notice how Hyunjae’s smile faltered from the mention of the date, but he fixed his expression quickly before nodding. He was jealous. He knew that.

But, it wasn’t like he really had a claim over you. He just wished he did.

“Sure, can you come over at six? I won’t be home before then”, his arm found its way around your shoulder as it always did. Hyunjae’s friends had already gotten into their cars, annoyed by the constant sight of you two. It was so obvious to everyone how in love you both were. Of course, you two didn’t pick up on that.

Friends don’t hold hands in public when someone gets too close to the other. Friends don’t give each other sweet kisses on the cheeks. And, most importantly, Friends don’t fantasize about each other.

Hyunjae would never admit it but his knowledge of your innocence fueled the deepest desires in his mind.

“That’s fine! I wanna get a stuffie for tonight so that sounds perfect”, you smiled happily and waved goodbye to him before running off. Hyunjae chuckled as he felt another wall come crashing down. A wall that protected his emotions from you.

He only had a few walls left before it would be too late.

Hyunjae heard the doorbell ring and he quickly made his way to the door, looking through the small peephole there to make sure it was who he was expecting. It was.

There you were. You were standing there patiently in one of the hoodies he had let you borrow with a pair of gym shorts underneath. If it wasn’t for the little glimpses of black he could see, he would have thought you weren’t wearing pants at all. 

But, what made his heart really pick up its pace was the big stuffed animal held tightly in your arms. He knew where you had gotten the big brown bear because you got them all at the same place.

It was the place you two had met. A little arcade on the other side of the city with as many claw machines as possible. They were crammed together, but you loved the little place and you never failed to spot the new stuffed animals in the machines. 

At first, you were horrible at the game and Hyunjae could only watch for a few hours from his place behind the register as you kept trying, spending all the coins you had gotten. You were determined and that was what attracted the man towards you. You never gave up even when it was unlikely you were going to win at all.

Of course, as an employee, Hyunjae knew all the tricks to getting what you wanted from those games and how they tricked their customers into doing exactly what you were. Spending all their money.

Thus, Hyunjae couldn’t resist and had helped you win as many of the cute animals as he could with what you had left. Even if it cost him his job.

“Got lucky again?”, Hyunjae grinned and the smile that spread across your face was so overwhelmingly sweet that it made butterflies erupt in his stomach. You quickly nodded and held up the bear for him to see better. 

His hands stroked the bear’s fake fur and he smiled, admiring how soft it was. 

Hyunjae’s eyes wondered around and he finally snapped back to reality when he realized all eyes were on you in his hallway, their eyes trailing down your body to your bare legs. 

You were much too innocent and dense to realize when people were checking you out and Hyunjae knew that. You always wanted to see the best in people and it was an admirable trait but a dangerous one too.

“Well, come inside then you lucky charm”, you giggled happily from the nickname, the taste of the cereal practically reintroducing itself on your tongue at the mention of your favorite breakfast. Hyunjae chuckled when he realized you were too busy fantasizing about food to come inside so he gently pulled you inside and closed the door, relief flooding through his system now that no more eyes were on you.

“Do you have any?”, puppy eyes were one of Hyunjae’s biggest weaknesses, especially when they’re from you. Hence why you were doing them to try to get the food you were now craving: lucky charms. 

Hyunjae was moving to shake his head to tease you, but you cut him off.

“Come on! It’s April Fools day! You have to have some kind of lucky or unlucky food. What kind of establishment is this?”, you whine playfully and your best friend laughed, picking you up easily and resting you on his shoulder.

“Alright alright. I’ll get you some lucky charms”, a happy smile spread across your face as Hyunjae set you down on a stool at the counter, fixing you a bowl of cereal.

“What movie should we watch tonight?”, you swung your legs as you took a bite of the cereal, humming from the sweet taste hitting your tongue. You resembled a chipmunk with your cheeks all stuffed with food and Hyunjae laughed as he thought of the perfect movie.

“Alvin and the chipmunks?”, your eyes widened in disbelief when you realized he only said that to tease you. You chucked your spoon at him like a toddler, flinging food onto the floor. 

“Hey! You brat!”, he huffed and your cheeks went red, embarrassment evident when you realized what you just did. You wouldn’t let him know that though. 

“Don’t call me a-”, you were cut off by a harsh tug on your hair, your lips connecting with Hyunjae’s as he held you close. Your body jolted slightly in shock before you relaxed, never having been kissed before. It felt foreign and weird at first, the pieces not fitting quite right at first.

Hyunjae guided you through it, tilting your head slightly and everything was finally perfect. You kissed him back shyly as his large hands cupped your cheeks reassuringly. To him, you, and everything you were doing, was perfect. 

“Oh, believe me, you’re a brat”, his teasing smirk was put on display when he pulled away, looking at how swollen your lips had become from just one kiss.

“An innocent little brat”, even if you were more innocent that most people your age, you could hear the underlying meaning behind Hyunjae’s words. You felt arousal sticking to your thighs and, while that too was foreign, you knew what it meant. 

You only felt that way when Hyunjae was around and now it was so much worse. 

You gulped and Hyunjae noticed, making a grin appear on his handsome face. His hands cupped your face again as his eyes scanned your every feature, specifically the shy way your eyes wandered around the room to avoid his piercing gaze and the bright blush on your cheeks. 

“You’re so adorable. I could just eat you up”, your eyes made the mistake of wandering back when you heard his voice and something predatory was hidden in Hyunjae’s. Your gaze didn’t dare move away from his own as a new found bravery filled your mind. You knew what you wanted. You wanted him.

“Then do it”, that was probably the most filthy thing Hyunjae had ever heard you say. He didn’t even think you were capable of thinking such things, but here you were. It was all he needed to hear.

“My pleasure, princess”, he walked around the counter, your bowl of cereal long forgotten now that you knew something much more delicious was waiting for you. Hyunjae picked you up and laid you down on the table, noticing the nervousness in your body. You were shaking and worry overtook his lust.

“Are you sure you want this?”, he pressed his forehead against your’s softly in hopes to calm your anxiety. You nodded quickly but paused when you decided to voice your concerns.

“What if I’m not up to, um, standards? I don’t know what I’m doing”, Hyunjae immediately shook his head, pressing a gentle kiss to your head. That alone calmed your shaking immensely, warmth rushing through you now that you felt safe.

“You will be. Just let me take care of you, okay?”, you nodded and relief had overridden Hyunjae’s worry. He slowly pulled your shorts and panties down your legs, opting for keeping the hoodie on you as his own little reminder that it would mean something else by the end of the night. It would no longer just be a friend’s hoodie. It would be a lover’s hoodie.

It was so big on you and Hyunjae had to push the piece of clothing up to your waist to see what he was really after. There, on his dining table like a piece of dessert, was the thing he had been longing for for months. 

“Aw, you’re so wet”, the man cooed and you squirmed when you felt his cold breath where you needed him most. That alone was more pleasure than you had ever received by yourself. The truth was: you had no clue how to make yourself feel good. You noted in your mind to remind yourself to ask Hyunjae how to later.

“Ready?”, the softness of your crush’s palms against your thighs as he spread them open surprised you, making your eyes fall to between your legs. Hyunjae looked up at you, his eyes dark with hunger as met your face.

“Ready”, the words fell from your lips after a deep breath, your back arching as soon as Hyunjae’s lips surrounded your clit, sucking on the engorged nerve. It almost seemed like the man had read your mind about your previous note as his hand guided your own down to your leaking hole. 

Your mind was too fuzzy from the pleasure, but you could register how your own middle finger began to stretch you out. You were so tight and small that even that burned a little, but you ignored it as a loud moan spilled from your lips.

Hyunjae chuckled, sending vibrations to your clit as his eyes looked down a little, watching as your desperate pussy clenched around your small finger. His own hands rubbed little circles on your hips as your legs shook, a clear sign of your approaching orgasm.

“W-what is happening?”, your voice was small and weak, making Hyunjae fill with pride that he could make you this ruined this fast. 

“You’re going to orgasm, princess. Just relax and let it happen”, the knot in your stomach grew more powerful as Hyunjae moved your own finger away and replaced it with his own much longer and larger ones, scissoring your tight hole open. The knot finally snapped and your body thrashed as the overwhelming pleasure released. Hyunjae slowly thrusted his fingers to help you ride it out and placed soft kisses on your thighs before he pulled them out. 

“You’re already such a mess and we’ve just started”, a whimper fell from your lips as Hyunjae’s kisses trailed downwards and he used his hands to spread open your lips, the sight of your glistening hole entering his vision. He licked his lips and thrusted his tongue inside of you, swirling the muscle around to collect your cum and taste you.  

“You taste just as sweet as your food”, a small laugh filled the room and you giggled, knowing that he meant the cereal that you were eating. Your laugh was cut short though when he dove back in, being insatiable now that he had finally had a taste of you.

Your eyes watered from the overstimulation, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop Hyunjae. Not when he seemed so happy and you felt this good. You had never felt this good before. Even with the little bits of pain mixed in.

Your hands tugged on Hyunjae’s hair and he stopped, looking up at you with worry. You gave him a reassuring smile to let him know that you were okay, but the sight of your juices running down his chin made another wave of want go through you. Now you really needed him to ruin you. To take you.

“I’m ready”, he understood what you meant and he picked you up, giving you the most loving and tender kisses he could as he brought you to his room. Your back hit his soft bed once he lowered you onto it and you looked up at him, smiling as you gently twirled a strand of his hair with your finger. 

His hands worked on unbuttoning his jeans and you shook your head with a small pout. That pout alone almost made Hyunjae rip his clothes off and just take you like he wanted to.

“Let me do it”, you sat up and tried to unbutton them the best you could. It took a little longer than you expected but you did it and Hyunjae gave you a proud smile when he saw your victorious one. 

“You’re acting like you just won a reward”, Hyunjae teased as he gently shoved you back to lay down as he took his shirt off, watching as your entire face went red.

“Hey! It was hard”, there it is again. That pout. 

“Well, there’s something else harder”, his eyebrows wiggled playfully as he started to slowly push himself inside of you, a groan escaping his mouth as he can practically feel himself splitting you open. A gasp escapes you and Hyunjae kisses you to help ease you through it, a gentle kiss that told you it would all be better in a few minutes. 

His thumbs gently wiped away your tears and he watched as your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm as pleasure overtook the pain. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you gave a short nod before you looked down at your stomach. 

Hyunjae followed your gaze and groaned at the sight of his bulge so evident in your lower tummy. His hand trailed down to stroke the skin above it, moving his hips slightly to feel the bulge move beneath his hand.

“Fuck, look how good you’re taking it. You’re made for my cock, hmm?”, you immediately nodded, not a doubt in your mind now that he was here hovering above you, his cock buried so deep inside of you that you think it’s rubbing against your cervix. 

“Y-yeah I’m made for it. Move please”, the slight shakiness in your voice made something snap inside of Hyunjae and he pulled out of you only to slam back in much faster and harder. Your nails dug into his shoulders from the sudden return of the pleasure, a divinely beautiful moan coming out of you. 

You gasped when you heard a slam against the wall beside you and Hyunjae laughed, kissing you gently before he explaining. 

“We might have to be a little more quiet”, excitement and embarrassment  bubbled in the pit of your stomach when you remembered you were in an apartment building. Apartment buildings result in many apartments and many... neighbors. 

Hyunjae smiled at you before he looked down and you felt something cold hit your skin. Looking down, you realized he spat on your cunt, thrusting it inside of you to help ease himself even deeper inside of you. 

That sight alone made another orgasm start to build up inside of you as his big cock kept hitting that perfect spot inside of you. Hyunjae noticed and quickly shoved two of his fingers inside of your mouth to keep you quiet. You sucked on them as if they were a lollipop you had been craving for years. Not that that was too much of an exaggeration.  

Hyunjae just couldn’t stop staring at you. The girl he thought was so innocent was now so corrupted by him. It was everything he had ever dreamed of. You below him with his dick shoved deep inside of your little pussy, his fingers in your mouth, and scratches down his back. 

The only issue was that you hated hurting others and you realized you were scarring Hyunjae’s back. Your eyes looked around for anything else to hold onto reality and you laid eyes on your big stuffed bear. You gripped it and held it in a tight hug, making Hyunjae’s cock twitch inside of you. 

While he loved the scratches on his back, seeing you holding onto something seen as innocent while he ruined you was even better.

“How cute. Can you not take it?”, your eyes rolled back as Hyunjae started thrusting faster, your nails now digging into the toy you had worked so hard to get only a few hours prior. Your legs shook and you tried to close them to slow him down only for Hyunjae to use his free hand to keep your legs spread. Your cunt clenched around him and he could feel his own orgasm approaching, his cock begging for release. 

Cumming inside of you would be beautiful and sloppy, but Hyunjae had other ideas as he rubbed your clit. You came all over his cock with a muffled whine as you sucked harder on Hyunjae’s fingers in hopes to keep yourself quiet. 

Hyunjae pulled out and came all over lower half, coating your thighs and lower stomach in his seed and who he had considered to be the most innocent person in the world was now covered in his filth. 

Heavy breathing was heard for a while before the man finally pulled his fingers out of your mouth and looked you in the eye as he used them to smear his cum around, trying to smother it across any surface he could. 

“I ripped him”, your eyebrows furrowed adorably as you looked down at the slight tear in the bear’s arm. 

“We’ll fix him, baby. Don’t worry”, Hyunjae moved to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around you. He could feel his cum rubbing onto his own skin from the close proximity but he could care less.

“Okay! What was it like for you?”, your eyes lit up with curiosity as you thought about if you had done good. All you wanted was to make Hyunjae happy.

“Like a warm hug. It was amazing”, you looked at his face for any sign of lying and he shook his head in disbelief, kissing all over your face. An idea popped into your head as you rested it underneath his chin.

“Then can we sleep like that? The warm hug?”, it wasn’t Hyunjae’s intention for you to associate hugging with sex, but he couldn’t complain. Not when it was so cute.

“Of course. Let’s hug”, you grinned and wrapped your own arms around him, hooking your leg around his waist so he could slide back inside of you. 

And you two slept, feeling completely together through your “hugging”.

[binxyu]

Desire. The word of many meanings. Lust? Money? People desire what they can not have. You? You desired power. The power to hurt those who had wronged you. San? He desired to have you and if offering you your desire would get him that then he was going to give it.

>>Pairing: Choi San (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | demon!san x power hungry!reader

>>Word Count: 3.6k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Demonic themes, yandere themes, bondage, branding, biting, blood play, choking, cockwarming, corruption, creampie, degrading, fingering, marking, murder (graphic), oral (receiving), overstimulation, size kink, slapping, and spitting/saliva

“Do it”.

The voice rang in your head as it always did. It was similar to a little devil on your shoulder. Someone telling you to do the worst you could do.

“Come on, sweetheart. You know you want to”.

You closed your eyes, the gun shaking in your grip. You had nothing against this person but the voice in your head knew how much you enjoyed the thrill.

The thrill of pulling the trigger.

The thrill of having the power to do so and end someone else’s life.

“We had a deal, baby. Each kill I help you with in your favor will result in one kill for me. Kill him”.

Your finger felt controlled, a silent pull to just come forward a little. Just enough to send a bullet into the man’s chest.

He looked at you with such pleading eyes, coated in the finest ocean blue that could have any other woman in his hands.

Not you.

You were in love with the voice in your head.

A voice you couldn’t explain. A voice that offered you power in exchange for completing their dirty work.

Finally, you let yourself fall to the desire and pulled the trigger, a bullet flying into the man’s heart.

“Good girl”.

It was a raspy voice, one full of authority and mischief. You knew the voice better than you knew your own family’s.

A wave of relief overcame you when the voice went quiet. You looked at the man in front of you and wondered what he could have done to have been so worthy of death.

The gun was placed back into your pocket once the safety was on and you simply walked out of the place. You couldn’t dwell on what you had done. It was all worth it in the end.

Miraculously, the deal between yourself and the voice was true and, as you killed upon their request, you gained more power. More reputation and strength.

There was odd downsides to this deal, however. Like the dreams that occurred every night.

Dreams about the same man that left you wanting so much more when you woke up.

“Oh, it’s you again”, your voice seemed to echo in your own bedroom as you looked at the familiar... creature.

“Who else would be here?”, there it was. The same voice that appeared in your head throughout the day.

You felt witless. He was right. No other thing or person visited the realm of your dreams as often as he did.

“You did well today”, was all he muttered when you remained silent. All you could do was stare at him as he walked closer.

His wings were a masterpiece on their own, a marvelous display of black. It was a beautiful way of showing he was rather symbolic of darkness.

His eyes glowed a blood red as they looked into your’s, his pupils blown out due to his hunger. You winced as his fingers gripped your jaw, tilting your face to examine you as if he was deciding if you were worthy of another night with him.

“You still won’t tell me what or who you are”, the creature chuckled, a sound so unfitting for him.

“You’ll find out soon”, and he was gone.

Another unspoken rule of the deal between you and the creature was isolation. You were not permitted to speak to others.

That much was clear when one of your co-workers was found drained of blood, a horrific sight to anyone but you. You had seen it before and that’s when you realized you were literally in a deal with a devil.

So, you avoided others in hopes that the little devil on your shoulder would keep quiet. No one would get hurt that way.

You were wrong. Horribly wrong.

You hadn’t realized but people slowly disappeared when they were around you. Just because the little devil wanted you all to himself.

“Y/n, come here. I need your help”, your boss ordered you and you felt an itch within you. An itch and desire for that control you were used to.

Reluctantly, you walked over and picked up the heavy box.

What is this guy moving? Rocks?

“Where to?”, your soft voice asked politely, sucking up to the man that could potentially give you more wealth than you could imagine.

“My office obviously”, his tone was cold as it always was and you nibbled your bottom lip in annoyance. You turned around, about to make your way out of the meeting room and to his office when you heard his screams.

Your head whirled around to see him on the floor, his finger pointing in sheer horror at something across the room. The door slammed behind you and your eyes finally found what he was screaming about.

“Hello baby”, there he was in all his unholy glory. The same man inside your head and your dreams.

“I figured I’d take care of your little problem here”, you shook your head, either from shock, fear, or denial. You couldn’t tell which.

“N-no you don’t have to”, the creature laughed at that and with a wave of his hand, the boss’s throat was slit. He quickly bled out and his body fell in a heap on the floor.

“I didn’t ask”, his smile was insincere, a warning to watch your mouth. You noticed it and shut up, noticing how his wings were not as perfect as they had been previously in your dreams.

The bone seeming to hold them together to his back was unnaturally bent, looking horrendous and painful. The feathers surrounding those areas were anything but perfect. Yet, he seemed effortlessly attractive.

“What do you want?”, your voice came out small and weak, a contrast to the usual powerful voice that came from your body. It was obvious the creature could take away your power just as he had given it to you.

“Surely you remember why I’m even here to begin with, little one”, the nickname shocked you as the memory resurfaced once again.

The shovel was cold in your grip, causing a bone chilling spark to run down your spine as you covered up the box. It was the standard recipe.

The bones of a dead black cat, a photograph of yourself, and graveyard dirt. All compacted in the small box now buried deep in the center of the crossroads.

You were younger at the time by a few years, a little more gullible. A little more desperate.

As the blood moon rose, you could feel the presence of someone else in the area. Well, more like something else.

The red light shun on him gracefully as he sat on the hood of your car, not caring how dinted it could become. Your eyes trailed down his body, engulfing any feature you could take in to remember him by.

At the time, his hair was a light brown and his eyes were not that blood red you had grown used to. They were a warm brown. They were so welcoming.

“Are you the devil?”, you wanted to keep your distance from him, but it felt like an invisible string was pulling you right to him. Your body soon stood in front of his own, barely away from being considered between his legs.

“No, little one. Just something awfully close. Now, what are you selling your soul for?”, the demon expected many things. Things he had heard so many times before. Money, love, saving, etc.

What he didn’t expect you to say was that you needed a way to get revenge on the murderer of your mother.

“What? You don’t strike me as the revenge type”, his infamous chuckle came after the words and you huffed. You hated being considered too weak or kind. People already played around with you for that reason.

“Are you going to help me or not?”, your hand found solace on your hip as you waited for his response. He hummed as if in deep thought before tilting his head in a teasing manner.

“Depends. What do I get in return?”, you noticed how his gaze had lingered on your hand, watching how it softly kneaded the flesh there.

“Keep our options open? You can have my soul or whatever you want whenever you want. I just want that man in the ground by the end of the week”, he didn’t expect the hint of sass in your tone but he loved it.

“I’ll need to put that in writing darling, but you have a deal”.

“Why did I not remember you before?”, you were sure you had never had that memory before now. The demon only smirked before walking towards you, his hands holding your waist. He rubbed them up and down as if he was memorizing every curve.

“I couldn’t have you running off. Besides, it was so precious to watch you think you had killed that man. You seemed so... proud”, he bit his lip, admiring you.

“It’s been you, hasn’t it? The voice?”, the demon nodded and took your jaw in his hold, tilting it every which way as if he was deciding to auction you or not.

“Yes. Your power comes from me and I think I’ve finally decided what I’ll be requesting for your end of the deal”, a thick lump formed in your throat, hoping that this wasn’t going to be your last day on Earth.

“You have been doing my dirty work for years now. No one is more fit to be my prophet than you. I want you to be mine. My little prophet”, your eyebrows furrowed as his words processed in your head.

“Prophet? For what?”, you had to sit down, walking over the body on the floor still and sitting on the desk.

“To be the next crossroad demon. Imagine it, baby. All the power you have now will be tripled, you’ll be immortal, and we’ll be together forever. I can tell you desire nothing more than power”, you found yourself nodding before you could even register any consequences. He had you at the power being tripled.

“How insatiable”, the demon tapped his fingers against the desk as he hovered over you, “if I didn’t know better than I’d consider you a deadly sin. I think you’re more greedy than actual greed is” before you could argue his lips were pressed against your own in a feverous manner. It filled your body with warmth from the tips of your toes to the very top of your head.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him back, feeling how his body got impossibly closer. You moaned into his mouth when you felt his crotch rub against your own.

“Unless you’re even crazier than I thought, let’s do this somewhere there isn’t a dead body”, he laughed once he pulled away, your eyes going to the forgotten body on the floor. Your cheeks went red as the demon picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

His wings wrapped around your body, encasing you in a makeshift shield as black smoke surrounded you both. His wings opened up to reveal your bedroom and you realized something as your back landed on the soft mattress.

“Wait- what’s your name?”, contrary to popular myths, demons had no trouble sharing their names. He had just simply forgotten.

“San”, his lips latched onto your neck, sucking and biting the skin there as if you already belonged to him.

“San”, you repeated, testing the name and a rumble came from the demon’s chest. It was so similar to a growl that you had to look around the room to make sure no animals were there.

“Fuck, say it again”, his hands gripped the thin fabric of your shirt but he waited.

“San. Please”, there was a hint of desperation in your voice and it was something San had never heard from you. It made his eyes go blood red for a moment.

“Are you sure you want this? It will change everything”, you stared into his eyes and, for once, there wasn’t any fear in you. They were warm as they stared back at you, a sure fire way of San telling you he would never betray you.

“I’m sure. Let’s be powerful together”, you nodded and the demon smiled, ripping the fabric of your shirt apart like it was just some dusty old rag. Your hands held onto his suit and then you remembered something.

“Can I see them?”, San stopped to ponder what you meant. That’s when you lowered your hands to the small of his back, your hands gliding over the cuts on his back. That’s when he knew what you wanted.

“I didn’t think humans liked them”, he chuckled as he took off his own shirt, his wings springing out soon after. He kept them tucked towards him to avoid hitting anything on your end tables and all you could do was admire them as you laid there.

“I love them. So beautiful”, your fingers gently stroked them, trailing along the curve of the bone as if to memorize the feeling of them under your touch.

San nodded with a sincere smile, one you had yet to see. It took you off guard but you loved it. San pulled up your skirt and groaned when he saw how wet your panties had become. They were stuck to your folds, showing everything to him.

“You’re so wet, baby”, you whimpered when he trailed his finger up your folds and back down again. He simply pulled the panties to the side and you gasped when you felt his spit coat your opening. He then plunged it into you with his tongue, thrusting it inside of you and swirling his tongue to cut your walls with his saliva.

That’s when he realized you were already clenching around him in absolute sensitivity and pleasure. He looked up at you as he slowly pulled his tongue out, watching how your eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”, you flushed red from the question no matter how simple it sounded. San already knew the answer but he still wanted to hear it from you.

“Yeah, I am”, you sit up a little on your elbows, expecting the demon to stop. However, all he did was smirk and thrust his tongue back inside of you, causing your head to fall back. He swirled his tongue, searching for that certain spot inside of you that even you had never found before.

His fingers pinched and rubbed at your clit as he prepped you, causing your sweet moans to fill the room. The only thing San could think about was how badly he wanted to ruin you.

Eventually, he felt you were ready and he replaced his tongue with his fingers, scissoring you open. Then, he hit it. That special spot deep inside of you with his middle finger.

“Right there! Please”, you had never felt so good and your back arched as San kept hitting that spot with his fingers over and over like clock work.

You clenched around his fingers and he kept his pace steady as you came all over his fingers, coating them with your juices. He had you ride out your high and watched as you shook from the stimulation, barely holding onto his humanity.

He took his fingers out and you whined, feeling so hopelessly empty without them there. San licked one of his fingers, humming from how sweet you tasted. Then, he had another finger in front of your mouth.

You opened your mouth and he put the digit inside, your lips closing around it as you sucked on it to taste yourself. You did taste perfectly sweet.

“Sorry sweetheart, I can’t wait any longer”, you gulped when you saw something inside the demon snap. His hands quickly pulled his belt off and he tied your wrists together with them, attached to the bedpost.

You were too in awe from the sight of his cock to even care about the rough leather rubbing against your skin, his tip red and angry, coated in pre-cum. You wondered how it would even fit.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be just fine”, before you could even wonder what he meant by that, his lips were on your’s as he lined himself up with your pussy. He slowly pushed in and you began to fill the pain until... you didn’t anymore.

It was as if the kiss was enough to blur your nerves and, before you knew it, San was all the way inside of you. The sight of his bulge was prominent in your stomach and, when he pulled away from the kiss, you could feel the tip brush against your cervix.

Your feelings rushed back in and you felt the stretch but it was no longer painful, your cunt used to being stuffed now. As he realized you were fine, San slowly started moving, groaning as your walls hugged his dick. You were so small in comparison to him and it felt perfect. You felt perfect.

Restraint inside of the demon slowly disappeared as he pounded into you, his hips snapping against your’s. His hand wrapped tightly around your throat when you got louder, squeezing it to cut off the air going to your lungs a little. Your eyes rolled back from all the pleasure and stimulation.

“Such a pretty whore. You feel so good”, San chuckled darkly, licking his lips as he looked down at you. Your breasts bounced from the force and he watched them, almost mesmerized by the movement as his tip continuously rammed into your g-spot.

You winced when San slapped you, a red hand imprinted on your skin. The sting only seemed to add to the pleasure and he noticed, deciding to slap your clit just as hard.

“Fuck! San!”, your breathing got caught in your throat as he continued to slap it, hitting the nerve over and over to watch your reaction. You clenched around him again as you began to feel overstimulated, the knot in your stomach releasing all over his cock.

San followed soon after, filling you up so much that you could see the bulge stay in your stomach even when he had pulled out. Your heavy breathing was all you were able to let out as San undid the belt.

You expected for it to be over but the demon simply gripped your hips and spread your legs to straddle his lap. You could feel his hard cock rubbing against your pussy lips and a rush of arousal went to your core again, his cum covering your thighs as it leaked out of you.

“It’s not over baby. I wanted to really look at you when I mark you”, your eyes went a little wide when San moved your hips to grind against his erection.

“Mark? What does that mean?”, San just shushed you and gave you his mischievous smile.

“You’ll see”, you were too needy to even care as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, feeling for the first time how it truly stretched you out. San gripped the back of your head and pressed his forehead against your’s in an attempt to distract you from any pain.

“Ride me and you’ll be all mine”, his words made you roll your hips faster even if you already knew you were putty in his hands. You were already his and have been. He made sure of that.

Soon, you began to get tired and San smiled, gripping your hips to keep you moving. He didn’t seem angry but you could tell his impatience was coming through.

“Useless whore. You can’t even ride a dick properly”, you looked down in embarrassment from his words. It was the only time you enjoyed not having control, when San had it.

The demon took control and thrusted up into you, controlling your movements to meet his own. The new position made your mouth hang open in a silent scream, your body too overwhelmed with pleasure to even let out sounds.

Even without words, San knew you were close with how your nails dug into his shoulders and your little cunt clenched around him. As you both approached your orgasms he nuzzled his face between your neck and shoulder.

You came together and he bit you, causing a scream to erupt from your body. Your body thrashed against him but he held you still as he slowly pulled his teeth out.

The bite slowly healed to reveal a distinct ‘S’ marked into your skin. San smiled and watched as the blood from the wound went down your body and stopped at the curve of your breast.

“Good girl. Finally being put to use”, the demon leaned his face down and licked up the blood from your breast to the mark on your shoulder, sending pleasant shivers up your body.

He was still buried inside of you as he maneuvered you both to lay down, spooning you to keep you warm.

“Now you’re all mine. Remember that. Or this deal may not last”, you could tell the end was meant as a threat. You belonged to San and that was that.

“I’m all your’s”, you nodded and closed your eyes, trying to calm your body.

“That’s right. Forever”.

“Even in-“, you were cut off when he pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

“Even in hell. Then it will be...”, he hummed as he thought.

“Infernal desire”.

[binxyu]

SWIM

>>Pairing: Yang Jeongin (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!jeongin x secret gf!reader

>>Word Count: 1.5k

>>Genre: Drabble / Requested / Smut

>> Warnings/Kinks: Begging, breast play, biting, cockwarming, cum eating, cum play, exhibitionism, hair pulling, marking, overstimulation, praise, pool sex, saliva, scratching, and unprotected sex

The heat of the sun shun down on your bare skin, warming it up as your lower half was emerged in the blissfully cold water.

All you could do was lean against the concrete of the side of the pool as you watched the sun set across the city. It was oddly serene despite the buzz of traffic that could be heard below the hotel and the slightest worry that someone would come up on that roof and see you.

Promising Jeongin that you’d meet him here after his concert would’ve been a massive mistake if anyone found you, but, to be fair, no one ever did.

Maybe his company made sure of that or the hotel simply didn’t have a lot of swimming fans. You’d never know for sure.

The sky turned a brilliant mixture of orange and red as the moon started to rise and the sun began to seep past the horizon.

You were well aware of the pruning of your fingers but the sight in front of you was too beautiful to force yourself out of the water.

Plus, the man you were waiting for has finally entered. Turning around, Jeongin smiles at you as he walks towards you, quietly closing the door behind him as he enters the rooftop area.

“Can I join, pretty girl?”, the pet name brings a bright smile to your face and you nod, allowing him to take your hand once he got undressed to ease him into the chilling water. With the sun disappearing and night taking over, the water became a bit colder and the temperature caused your body to jolt with a shiver.

“One of these days we might get caught”, Jeongin nuzzled his nose against your skin, watching as the goosebumps spread in his wake. Finding out the man you loved had a bit of an exhibitionism kink was a little surprise when you first started dating but, as the months went by, you realized you had one too. The excitement that comes with being caught riled you both up beyond belief.

Thus, adrenaline pumped through your veins from his words, turning around in his hold to meet the lustful abyss of your lover’s eyes. A sinister smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his.

The sharp gasp that spilled out of his lips was anything but a surprise. You knew his body well and that was the same act you always did to get him riled up even further - to watch the fire ignite in his eyes. Well, that fire was slightly blossomed over with the full moon shimmering there instead but the point was just the same.

Jeongin squeezed your thighs and you wrapped them around his waist, feeling his erection press against your pelvis bone as he walked towards the edge of the pool. The light against the wall of the pool illuminated the sight hidden beneath the water, bringing bright attention to the way your bodies molded so perfectly together.

You watched as your boyfriend basked in that light and looked down, taking his cock in his hand to pump it a few times. It was dangerously close to your stomach and if you were in any other setting then you would’ve leaned down to suck it, but tonight was more of a quickie. All you two wanted was to be one again.

“You want it, baby? Do you want my big cock inside of you?”, he mumbled as he guided the tip along your clit, rubbing against the nerve gently and teasingly. He was always such a narcissistic tease and he wouldn’t give you what you wanted unless you were begging for it.

“Yes! Please, Jeongin. I need it”, and you truly did. Despite the lack of foreplay, you could feel your pussy clench around nothing at the meer thought of the man’s cock spreading it open, it’s thickness rubbing against your walls in the most delightful way.

Your boyfriend simply ignored you, deeming the begging not desperate enough as he squished your breasts together with his hands. His lips latched onto the skin of your neck and you were sure you’d have to wear a scarf tomorrow to cover the obvious display of possessiveness soon to be there.

You arched your back to press your breasts against his chest, rubbing your hard nipples against the skin in a desperate attempt to get more friction. Jeongin just gripped your hair to pull your head back, baring your neck to him in forced submission so he could mark more of the skin in his beautiful purple bruises.

“Please! Please”, your nails dragged across his back, grinding against his cock until the tip was rubbing against your clit. You moaned sweetly in his ear and that was all he needed to snap out of his trance.

“I didn’t tell you you could move, but you sound so fucking good that I can punish you later for it”, you almost let out a sigh of relief from his words as Jeongin backed you up further into the wall behind you, supporting your back as he trailed his cock to your entrance.

You both moaned into each others’ necks as his cock stretched you out, penetrating you with ease. Jeongin couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of your pussy lips wrapping around his dick, opening up to take him. He knew that was only for him and that fact made him push to bottom out in you.

“That’s so much better”, you giggle as you move your head from his neck, looking down at him as he held you up. You were finally full like you wanted and the moon shun down on Jeongin like his own personal spotlight.

How fitting.

“I missed your little cunt so much”, his hand trailed down to your stomach, pressing down so he could see the roundness of his cock inside of you. You were so warm and so was he, a nice contrast to the freezing water around you both. Your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close as he started to snap his hips up into your’s, rubbing against your walls as you clenched around him.

“I missed you too”, the words spilled past your lips softly as you held back the moan threatening to cut them off. Your nails dig into his back, leaving scratches along the skin as your own mark of possession. Jeongin groaned from the pain and pleasure, biting into your shoulder softly when he heard someone pass by the door to the roof.

“Fuck, Jeongin. I thought no one was supposed to be up here”, adrenaline coursed through your veins at the thought of being caught. Your boyfriend pulled his head away after lapping at the bite mark like an eager puppy, coating your shoulder in saliva.

“Don’t worry, it’s still blocked off”, your worries left you as Jeongin started to thrust into that perfect spot along your walls, making you cry out louder than you should’ve. Your lips met in an attempt to keep quiet, trying to keep your sounds to yourselves rather than let them get to the people on the streets below.

“Right there!”, you cry out as the knot starts to form in your stomach, clenching so impossibly tight around the man until he can’t even get his tip out if he wanted to. This time, you looked down.

Your pussy was swollen as Jeongin continued to ram into it, joining in on watching how his big cock disappears into your hole. The cold water eases the soreness as he hoists one of your legs up onto the side of the pool, holding you tightly to keep you steady.

The new angle let him get impossibly deep inside of you that you could’ve swore you felt him in your stomach. Finally, you came with a shout of his name, coating his cock with your fluids.

“I’m cumming too! Where do you want it, baby?”, you could barely focus on his words as your eyes watered from the overstimulation.

“In my mouth! I want a taste, please”, sobs racked through your body as the pain started to overtake the pleasure, relief finding you once Jeongin pulls out. He grabs your thighs and lifts you up onto the side of the pool before he jumps out too, pumping his cock quickly and tightly above you.

You obediently open your mouth, awaiting for the taste of his cum to hit your tongue. Knowing Jeongin’s messy habits, you kept your eyes closed.

With a beautiful moan, Jeongin orgasms and you can feel the thick strings of white coat your chin, cheeks, tongue, and your breasts. You swallow it and open your eyes since none had landed there.

“You’re so pretty like that”, your boyfriend grins as he watches you trying to collect the rest with your tongue, even trying to attach your mouth to your breasts to get it off, “but I’ll get it off, baby”.

Jeongin quickly got you a towel and cleaned you up. After that, you two spent the night laying under the stars on the dirty towel with Jeongin’s cock buried inside of you to keep you both warm.

[binxyu]

Younghoon tries his best to wait for you and, every time you come home late, you have to give him his reward. Not that you mind honestly because how could you deny your good boy?

>>Pairing:  Kim Younghoon (sub) x fem!reader (dom) | interviewer!younghoon x ceo!reader

>>Word Count: 2.4k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Anal, begging, cum play, degrading, dumbification, fingering, hair pulling, handjob, light bondage, oral (receiving), pegging, praise, saliva, shower sex, and temperature manipulation

Your relationship with Younghoon is anything but normal. He was fresh out of college, an inspiring interviewer with about the same level of confidence as an outcasted teen. He’s shy- well, more like consistently embarrassed. He hated asking for favors.

Meanwhile, you’re already the CEO of a nationwide computer company. Sure, you could code a thing or two (mostly the games Younghoon asked you to create), but it was mostly financial knowledge on your part.

You two met through Younghoon’s first ever interview. He stuttered practically the whole time and it was adorable. He really did do his best and you took kindly to him. You both hit it off and now here you were.

Having to bid goodbye for another business trip to who knows where (they hardly tell you now since you can’t bring it in you to care). Younghoon hated these trips because it meant no cuddles or kisses. No love for weeks straight.

“Please just skip this one?”, the pout adorning his lips made the rather tall man look like an overgrown child. His hands are placed on your hips, trying to tug you back into the hug you were in before. It was his special way of keeping you there longer.

“It will only be a week this time. I promise, baby”, you caress his cheek and he melts into your touch, thoughts dissolving into nothing more than a weak feeling of disappoint. You did feel bad for your boyfriend considering you had barely gotten to spend time with him.

“You say that every time and it’s always longer”, Younghoon shakes his head and buries his nose into your neck, sending pleasant chills down your spine. He knows it is where you’re most sensitive and that, maybe, if he keeps doing it you’ll stay longer.

That isn’t the case this time though. This trip is extremely important and you can’t miss it. It determines whether your new model of computer is released or not.

“I’ll give you a reward if you wait for me patiently, baby”, Younghoon perked up at this, his big eyes growing even bigger at the thoughts racing through his far from innocent brain. You knew that look like the back of your hand.

“Really? Anything I want?”, you nodded quickly and your boyfriend finally seemed to agree, racing up the stairs of your shared apartment to get your suitcase for you. Truthfully, you could definitely afford something bigger but the apartment was more than enough space for the two of you. You’d rather spend that extra money on trips or gifts to spoil Younghoon.

“Thank you, sweet boy. I’ll make sure to call, okay?”, you smile softly as you took the heavy suitcase from him, setting it on the ground and pulling up the handle. Younghoon furrowed his nose into your neck one more time as he started mumbling.

“Only one week?”.

“Only one week”.

It’s definitely been longer than one week.

Younghoon can practically feel his body screaming for you as he tries to busy himself.

Puzzles, books, even cooking.

But nothing was working. All he could think about was you and that promise you made almost two weeks ago.

Worst of all is that you’re not answering his calls. It just rings and rings until the call ends because you aren’t picking up. He’s had no contact with you for days.

Younghoon can’t decide if he should be worried or upset. Probably both.

Although, when he hears the front door open he forgets about all those feelings. Mostly because pure happiness overwhelms them all.

“Baby! I’m home. I’m sorry it’s been-“, you got cut off by a giant body slamming into your own, almost knocking the wind out of you. You laugh as you run your hand along his back, trying to soothe him. His body was shaking with what you knew were tears threatening to spill.

“Hey- hey baby, I’m right here. I’m sorry it took extra time. They took away my phone after I got a call during a meeting”, Younghoon let out a sigh of relief once he heard that. You weren’t ignoring him. You just didn’t have your phone at all.

“I missed you”, it was weak and oh so cute whenever he said that. It was the same every time you came home. Even if it’s not as long of a trip.

“I missed you too. How about we take a shower and then we can eat?”, he did need a shower and he definitely wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of having you all to himself after so long. Younghoon gently took your suitcase, a thing he has come to despise, and brought it upstairs. Of course, he has to restrain himself from just throwing it out the window.

“Reward?”, you asked the question simply, knowing Younghoon had spent most of his time alone coming up with it. Your boyfriend perked up and pointed to that drawer shyly. You grinned and he swears he just felt his heart burst.

Opening the drawer, you were met with an array of strap-ons. Colors and sizes were an infatuation of Younghoon and it truly showed in this drawer. You hummed as you tried to decide which one to use.

“This one, please?”, you almost jumped when you heard Younghoon’s voice right behind you. He was peering over your shoulder and his finger touched one that is of average size and purple.

You immediately recognized it. It doubled as Younghoon’s masturbation dildo and you’ve caught him more than a few times during the act. Sweat would drip down his forehead, soaking his hair as his hips worked on moving up and down, bouncing on the veiny toy. It truly was a sight and you felt the wetness start to coat your thighs from the memory of it.

Briefly, you wonder if you should have him ride you. Your hands would be on his waist, stroking the tense muscles on his stomach as he worked for his pleasure. Or, you’d simply watch as his cock hit his stomach, hard and needy until he released all over himself.

No, he shouldn’t have to work after he waited so patiently. He was a good boy.

“Good choice, baby. Go get in the shower and prep yourself. I’ll get clothes”, Younghoon nodded obediently and walked off into the bathroom. You couldn’t ignore the very prominent erection pressing against the restriction of his pants. It makes you lick your lips.

You gathered everything needed for afterwards. Warm pajamas, some water, and a few snacks had been left on your bed. Unlike you, Younghoon became cold rather quickly and he always needed a warm snack and clothes after a shower.

Walking into the bathroom, you were met with a beautiful sight. Younghoon has one of his hands pressed against the tile wall, legs spread wide as his other hand works open his hole. His ass is fully on display for you to see and you watch for a moment as he scissors himself, a soft moan leaving his mouth.

“How pretty”, Younghoon looks over his shoulder at you and he almost came right then. You stood there with the strap already on, the harness tight around your hips and thighs. What stood out most, however, is the thick, hard purple cock that stood out like a sore thumb. Younghoon gulped, hips moving back instinctively.

“Please, I want it”, you giggle at the neediness seeping through his voice. Your hand grabbed the handle and you opened the shower door before closing it again. The chilling water hit your skin and you watched as Younghoon turned his body more towards you.

Your boyfriend always has had a thing for temperature play. The cold water hitting his nipples caused them to perk up and become more sensitive. Your’s felt the same and that’s why you never minded the freezing temperature.

“As much as I love hearing you beg, there’s no need, babyboy. It’s a reward, remember? Tell me what you want”, while it did seem merciful, you love watching Younghoon stumble over his words. He was so shy and asking for what he wanted never came easy.

“W-want you to fuck me hard and play with my cock”, you hummed, tilting your head as you gripped his wrist, pulling his fingers out of himself to look at the hole. It was stretched nicely and the strap could go in just fine. Younghoon never really did have any issues taking it after the first couple of sessions.

“Get in the position you want”, Younghoon whimpered under your gaze as he sunk to the floor. His big doe eyes looked up at you and you immediately knew what he wanted. Your hand grips the shaft and guides it to Younghoon’s awaiting mouth, his lips wrapping around it like a lollipop. Apparently his lips had to be taken care of first before his hole could be.

“What a good slut. You just love sucking cock, huh?”, Younghoon nods, eyes becoming teary as your cock hits the back of his throat. The dildo rubs against your clit every time Younghoon sinks down on it and your eyes close blissfully. It edges him on and he takes the toy even further down his throat.

Typically, you would let him continue until one of you came. Either from the strap rubbing against you or from him rutting against your leg like a bitch in heat. This time, though, you really want to highlight his pleasure instead.

“Alright, that’s enough”, you grip his hair and pull his head off, the purple cock spilling from his lips. It was covered in glimmering saliva and Younghoon licked his lips at the sight, his hips stopping their advances on your legs.

You didn’t even need to tell him. The look in your eyes was enough for your boyfriend to get on his hands and knees, trying to keep himself steady on the wet floor as the cold water hits his back. He leans on his elbows and arches his back. You couldn’t help but admire the way his ass looked in the light seeping in from the window beside the shower. He was so fucking beautiful and all your’s.

“Are you ready?”, you got down on your knees and lined up your cock to his rim, circling the muscle with the tip. The cold water beat against your breasts but you ignored it.

“Mhm”, the breathy hum was enough to know he is okay. You slowly rolled your hips forward, pushing inside of Younghoon as your hands held his ass cheeks apart to watch it disappear inside. His breath hitched once your hips were pressed against his own.

Once he was comfortable, you leaned up to press your erect nipples against his back, rubbing against the skin as you started to move your hips back and forth. You both moan in sync as pleasure builds up- Younghoon drooling all over his chin. Your mascara even runs down your face as the water rolled down your head, soaking through your hair. Your boyfriend didn’t really leave time to remove it prior when he looked so needy.

“Right there!”, Younghoon practically yells as you reach that perfect spot inside of him. You know exactly where it is, his body memorized in your brain. So, you continue to hit it as you reach your hands around to pump his cock. The sheer weight of it is impressive and it twitches within your hand as you move faster.

“Just like that, hmm?”, by this point you knew what Younghoon’s state was- tears running down to his jaw, thighs quivering, and mouth releasing an array of moans and grunts. He’s completely dumbified by the feeling of your thick dick splitting him open.

“I- please I-“, he chokes on the words, mind completely filled with the pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn’t form the words no matter how hard he tried and you knew it. It’s so pathetic.

“Can only think about cock, huh? That’s what you’re good for, isn’t it? Just taking my cock?”, Younghoon cries louder from the humiliation but it isn’t like he could argue. That is all he wanted. To be ruined by you.

“Fuck, y-yes!”, he finally gets a word out and you shook your head, completely entranced by just how dependent he was of you. You are always in charge.

“Hands”, it just took one command for your boyfriend to crumble to the floor, face pressed against the tile as he reaches his hands behind his back. You grip them together, getting your stomach off his back.

Younghoon’s voice comes out muffled and you resort to moving his wrists to one hand to use the other one and lift his head up by his hair. He winces from the pain but he’s glad to be able to breathe. Plus, the new arch allows the veiny toy to reach even further inside of him, pressing against his prostate with each grueling thrust done by you.

“Go on, rut against the floor like the dumb puppy you are”, he obeys instantly and rubs his throbbing cock against the floor sloppily, shaking with the overwhelming need to release. Your own cock moves each time he moves back up and it was all too much. Younghoon screams as he cums, strings of white coating the shower floor and his stomach. Thankfully, the water just washes it away.

“That’s my boy”, pride fills his heart when he looks back to see your pretty expression. A smile filled with admiration adored your features and he wants so desperately to kiss you. You pull out, watching how his hole stayed stretched before you allow it to be covered by his cheeks again.

“Let’s get you cleaned up”, Younghoon smiles and nods, moving to sit down on the floor rather than stay on his knees. You clean him up, using a rag to wipe away the cum sticking to his stomach and thighs. On any other day, you would have licked it up yourself considering he was delicious. Today, however, Younghoon seemed colder than usual, goosebumps littering his back. You resorted to turning the hot water on and washing him quickly.

“Was I good?”, his hopeful eyes look up at you as you scrub some shampoo into his hair, humming pleasantly as you scratch his scalp. You smile and lean down to peck his lips, making him grin widely like he had just won some award.

“The best. You’re always my good boy”.

[binxyu]

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FaceTime calls with your boyfriend, Jeongin, were usually full of innocence and laughter. This night was different when Jeongin suddenly had a pretty vivid dream about you and you couldn’t stop yourself from breaking his rule for you when you heard his beautiful sounds.

>>Pairing Yang Jeongin (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | boyfriend!jeongin x girlfriend!reader

>>Word Count: 2k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Oral (receiving), overstimulation, bondage, fingering, manhandling, phone sex, praise, punishments, scratching, squirting, voyeurism, voice, and aftercare

You and Jeongin always called each other every night, laughing and joking around with each other on FaceTime until you couldn’t stay awake anymore.

They were usually such innocent nights together and you two loved that.

Just the enjoyment of each other’s company.

Well, that was until you couldn’t control your neediness anymore.

Jeongin fell asleep a long time ago and you could hear him groaning in his sleep.

You assumed he was having a vivid, and not so innocent, dream about you. He was whispering your name and you watched him through the camera as he rubbed his clothed erection against the sheets.

You forgot completely about Jeongin’s little rule to not touch yourself without asking him as your finger instinctively trailed down your body and to the waistband of your shorts.

You could see your own flushed cheeks on the screen of your phone and you looked away in embarrassment. Slowly, you started to rub your clit in circles with your thumb, your hand inside your shorts and comfy panties.

You bit your lip as Jeongin’s little moans filled your ears, speeding up your fingers. You got surprised when Jeongin suddenly got louder and turned your head to see him looking at you through the camera, your lower half on camera due to the position of your phone.

Jeongin chuckled at your bright red face and licked his lips as he watched you continue to rub your clit, a blissful expression on your face.

You quickly realized what you were doing and took your hand out of your shorts.

“S-sorry!”, you turned away and you wanted to cry from how humiliated you felt. You and Jeongin had never done anything like that over the phone and you weren’t sure how he felt about it.

“Oh baby, if you’re going to disobey me then go ahead and finish. I’m on my way now. Just listen to me and you’ll be cuming before you know it”, you felt yourself get wetter from his words and you turned back to the camera, watching as Jeongin turned his own camera off. You knew he really was coming over by the shuffling happening in the background.

You nodded, assuming he was looking at the camera. He was since he kept talking.

“Now, take off your clothes princess. Let me see you”, you obeyed obediently and slowly took your shorts and panties off, tossing them to the side. Jeongin almost said something, but you did the command he had in mind before he could say it. You moved to in front of the phone, your wet pussy completely on display on the screen in Jeongin’s hand.

He gripped it a little tighter as he put his earbuds in and started to walk out of the dorm and towards your own apartment building. You could hear the noises of outside and the thought that anyone he passed by could see you on his screen made a wave of excitement go through you.

“Good girl. Now push two fingers in and use your other hand to rub your clit”, he ordered, quieter than before so no one else could hear him as he walked out of his building.

You laid down and slowly pushed two fingers into your cunt, knowing that Jeongin was watching your digits stretch out your hole. His eyes never really left the screen as he walked, just hoping not to bump into anyone.

Your other hand went to rub your clit roughly, your head falling back and a loud moan coming out of your mouth. Jeongin had to suppress his own moan from coming out from the sound and he walked faster, becoming more aroused by the second.

“Feel good?”, he asked you, watching as you started to squirm from your own fingers.

“Really g-good!”, you whimpered out and Jeongin smiled, humming as he got closer to your building.

“Good. Now speed up your fingers and curl them against your spot princess. Just like I showed you last time, remember?”, you blushed madly as you remembered the last time Jeongin had come over. It was the first time you had experienced squirting and that’s what you were assuming he wanted you to do now.

You just nodded and started to do as he told, moving your fingers much faster and curling the digits into your g-spot, moaning even louder from the pleasure going up your body.

After a few minutes, Jeongin noticed you were trembling, obviously holding back your orgasm because you assumed he would’ve been there by now. Truth was, Jeongin was taking his sweet time making his way to you.

“Go ahead, cum for me”, you heard his voice and looked between your legs at him in surprise. That sight alone could’ve had Jeongin aroused if he wasn’t already and he bit his lip harshly.

“I said cum”, he said again and you moaned out his name as you started to squirt, some of your juices landing on the screen of the phone but you couldn’t care less. That was, of course, when your boyfriend walked into your room.

He chuckled quietly as he approached you, your chest going up and down quickly as you tried to catch your breath. He put his hands on either side of your head and looked down at you.

“Hello baby, you look so cute~”, he cooed and you quickly covered your face when you saw him. You could feel his knee rubbing against your core and the slight overstimulation made you bite down on your hand slightly.

“Aw, you can’t be shy now after all that. This is what I saw”, he chuckled and moved your hands away to show you the screen of his phone, your juices were all over your thighs and your pussy had turned red from the slight stretch of your fingers. You looked down to see your phone camera was still on you.

“A-are you still going to punish me?”, you gently kicked your phone away so you didn’t have to look at the screen anymore, the back of it landing with a hard thump on your desk. Jeongin leaned his face closer to your’s.

“Of course. Even if I did get a show out of you breaking the rules this time”, he whispered and kissed you roughly. You were slightly taken aback, but you kissed him back. Your hands instinctively went to run along his broad back, going under his shirt to feel the curve of it.

“Open your legs nice and wide for me”, he tapped your thigh and you weakly obeyed, spreading them wider than before. Jeongin looked down between them and licked his lips, gripping your ankles and tying each one to the bedposts at the end of your bed. The silk of your squirted on bedsheets rubbed against your skin as he tied your legs open with them.

He looked down at you and admired how beautiful you looked, your shirt scrunched up at your waist and your hair spewed out across the mattress. There was sweat still present on your skin from your previous orgasm and Jeongin wiped it away gently.

“The entire time I was watching you all I wanted to do was taste you”, he mumbled and bent down slightly to be level with your pretty pussy. He trailed his thumb down your folds and sucked on it, making sure to maintain eye contact with you as he did so.

You became visibly wetter once again and Jeongin noticed, smirking at your flustered form. He started to kiss your inner thighs and your hands moved to his shoulders, ready to scratch his flawless skin like he loved.

“Fuck, you taste so good baby”, he groaned as he tasted more of you on your thighs and then he moved to your folds, licking up them. You moaned and you wanted desperately to close your legs, but they were much too tightly tied to the bedposts to do so. Jeongin knew that as he felt the rest of your body squirm.

The light of the moon shun into the room and right onto your skin, making Jeongin feel as if he was about to eat out a goddess. Well, that’s what you were to him and he’d treat you as such.

He gripped your hips and started to softly suck on your clit, making an occasional swirl with his tongue around the bud as he did. Your back arched into his mouth and your nails dug into his skin, causing him to groan around you. The sound made vibrations go through you and your mouth fell open from the pleasure and pain.

“F-fuck, keep doing that!”, you moaned out and he continued to groan around your clit, making you shake in the restraints. Your legs pulled at the sheets, but you couldn’t break free. Jeongin gripped your thighs to keep you still as he moved down, his tongue moving in between your folds and down to your pussy.

You shivered as his cold breath hit your hole, moving his hands to your folds, spreading them. His tongue teasingly went in circles around your cunt, making the wetness start to slip out of you and onto his cheek when his tongue would go around.

Jeongin looked up at you between your legs as he licked off the wetness around his mouth, his tongue swirling as if to show you what he was going to do inside of you. You looked away and whined, trying to buck your hips closer to him.

“Be patient princess~”, he shushed when he heard your impatient whine and you pouted. Jeongin suddenly shoved his tongue inside of you and you choked out a moan in surprise, the sounds getting caught in your throat as he swirled his tongue around. You moved your head back to watch your boyfriend.

His eyes were closed in pure ecstasy, finding eating you out just as pleasurable as you did. He loved to taste you and watching him do it made your hands scratch even deeper into his back.

“Do I look good baby?”, he hummed as he opened his eyes to see you staring at him. You blushed and looked away, making Jeongin gently grip your jaw and turn your head to look at him. He let go once he had your gaze and smirked at you.

He leaned his head down again and kept your gaze as he stuck his tongue back inside of you, thrusting it in and out quickly.

You weren’t sure if it was his piercing and teasing gaze or the overstimulation, but you screamed out his name. Jeongin gripped your waist and pulled your upper body up so you were sitting up. You quickly used your hand to support you and looked down to see what he wanted you to see.

The sight of Jeongin’s tongue going in and out of your pussy, your juices coating it, made your legs tremble. Your head fell back as you continued to moan, choking out praises to your boyfriend as he sped up.

Jeongin quickly noticed how close you were to your second orgasm and rubbed your clit with his thumb too. You didn’t think you could get any more pleasure than before, but it seemed to double just from his thumb alone and you couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You came and Jeongin smiled, holding you tighter as he started to lick up your release. You gripped his shoulders tighter from the overwhelming overstimulation now, some tears spilling out onto your cheeks from the strength of your orgasm.

Jeongin pulled away, smiling at how messy your little cunt looked now. You could barely breathe and your vision was fuzzy, making your boyfriend gently kiss your head and start to untie you.

“You did so well. I love you so much”, he softly pulled you into a hug and caressed your hips, drawing small shapes on them as you calmed down.

“I love you too. And, next time, I’m not leaving my camera on!”, you giggled and Jeongin pouted.

“No! Leave it on”, he huffed and you smiled before you pecked his lips.

“Okay... maybe I’ll leave it on”, the smile he instantly made had you laughing.