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Metamorphosis

An alternate world in which you encounter someone in the middle of the night - a man seemingly hurt. Much to your luck, you were extremely wrong. (Teaser)

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Word Count: 8.669

Warning: demon jungkook, unsolicited touching/kissing/groping, ass slapping, humiliation kink, degradation kink, public sex, dirty talking, slight coercion, fingering, oral (f receiving), spanking, unprotected sex, blood play/licking, biting, creampie, squirting,

Alternate Universe | Halloween Masterlist | PART 2

“W-What’s happening?” you want to hold your baby close to you once more, inhale the soft baby scent that even a half demon like he had. 

The six men surrounding you began to chant. You’re unsure what’s happening, but your heart sinks. There’s an uneasy feeling in your core.

“Jungkook…” you murmur, reaching out for him.

“It’s alright, my beautiful human.” Jungkook takes a step back with the baby, rocking him gently. “The bond has been completed. Now we can be together for eternity. In Hell.”

The room begins to shake, as if an earthquake was beginning to happen. The candles on the stone walls all fall, falling onto the ground and erupting around you.

“Jungkook!” you shout, your nails clenching the thin sheet surrounding you. What in the world is going on right now? 

“The pain will not last long, my beautiful human…” Jungkook trails off. His son begins to cry, feeling the distress coming from his mother - noted seeing as he was just as connected to you as he was to Jungkook. “...once it’s over, you can reunite with us in Hell. We will be waiting for you.”

You cross your arms in front of yourself firmly, shivering as the heavy rain fully engulfs you. You’re soaking wet and obviously pissed. You had gotten off of work late due to your boss being an asshole - you had stayed hours past your scheduled time out. Usually you would have not cared because extra hours meant extra money - but today was different. Every Friday you made it your mission to visit the cemetery and place flowers onto your mothers grave. Since you have gotten off of work late into the night, there was no time to stop for flowers (and it would be useless due to the rain).

Not only were you stuck in the rain, but you had to walk the entire way to the cemetery, then home. There were no buses running at this time and that meant you were in for an hour walk home after the already 30 minute walk to the cemetery. Let’s not forget that you saw your boss drive right past you without any eye contact.

The sky is dark and starless and there appeared to be little to no street lights on. The only light you do get comes from the moon high above. You've seen this before in a horror movie. A lone girl walking at night and bam, a killer chasing after her. Maybe you shouldn’t be thinking like this at this time, but you couldn’t help it. You were utterly hopeless with no one to call at this time - and even if you did, it’s pouring rain and your phone is tucked deep into your purse to not get it any more damage than it already was.

Your feet ached as you reached the cemetery. The rain was dying down, but you were already soaking wet and it was the least of your concerns now. It took a few more strolls until you reached the familiar headstone belonging to your mother. You sigh, dropping to your knees. You would regret it later while getting the mud stains off of your work clothes, but you were off the next two days and that was enough to not think about it further.

Visiting your mother was bittersweet. Sometimes you’d go just to pay your respects, other times you would speak as if she was there with you - talking about your day and what was new in your life. Now you were exhausted and your body ached, you remained silent and enjoyed the quiet company. 

You’re unsure how long you’ve sat there, but you noticed that the rain began to pick up once more. You knew by tomorrow, you would be sick and decided to call it a night. You’d probably even decide to visit once more when the rain cleared up the following day to bring the flowers you couldn’t bring today.

You got off of your knees, touching the gravestone lightly before making your way out of the cemetery. Your eyes remained forward as your feet strolled through the grassy field. You cursed at your luck - your clothing stuck to you and it was becoming uncomfortable to walk.Your shoes are covered in mud and grime and it’s nearly pitch black in said cemetery, the moon shining but so much.

Your feet halt in their tracks. You blink your eyes, zoning in on a figure not far away from you. The figure appeared to be hunched over, on their own knees. You clench your burse tighter, eyes blinking away the droplets of rain to try to get a better look. 

The moonlight shines off of the figure and it appears to glow - it’s a person, no doubt. You ponder if they’re there for the same reason you are - but not everyone would be caught in the rain paying respect to a deceased loved one, right?

You begin to step closer to the figure, unsure of what your body is doing. Your mind is screaming out alarm bells, that something wasn’t right and this could end up going completely wrong. 

The figure’s head lifts up, shining eyes glowing in the dark. A man, you note, just as drench in the rain as you were. Black hair sticks to his scalp and covers the majority of his forehead. Just as before, he appeared to be shining underneath the moonlight.

“Are you o-okay?” you stutter out, uneasy with the intense stare of the man. You can make out his features - chiseled jawline, sharp eyes and full lips. 

Your throat swallows a lump, body visibly stiffening upon noticing the man's eyes turning a shade of crimson. There was no possible way you were seeing things.

The man begins to lift from his knees and once onto his feet, your mind is screaming at you to run. The man is tall - and athletically built. He wore a suit of the sorts, completely black that it nearly disguises him in the dark scenery. 

Your heart is beating outside your chest, your mind coming back to reality when he begins to step closer to you. His feet snap a twig beneath them. You want to run - you can even feel the way your body jerks to do so, but you cannot.

What?

What the fuck?

Your heart beats even louder that even the pouring rain is no match for it. Your hands clench your purse tighter against you.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Why is it becoming harder to breathe?

Your throat tightens.

Your body begins to shudder, trembling. You’re unsure what in the world is going on with you right now. You’re trembling, feeling a rush of cold air go through you one moment and the next, you’re burning up. Your body temperature hightens, as if your blood is boiling at a rapid pace. Your clothes being wet and sticking to you already didn’t make anything better.

“You,”

Your eyes widen hearing the man's voice so clear - as if there wasn’t rain pouring. The wind kicked up, swirling around you, yet still, his voice was coherent. 

“are such a beautiful little human.”

Air filled your lungs once more and finally, you were able to breathe. Your mind swirls around on his words - a beautiful little human? What did that mean?

The man appears in front of you in a blink of an eye - how you didn’t fall back with a scream, you’re truly unsure. He’s tall, towering over you with his menacing gaze - eyes appearing even darker with a mysterious glint to them. Those eyes…they weren’t human, you note, they couldn’t be. Even if his overall appearance to be that of a human man - there was no man you met with such crimson eyes. 

The man offers you a smile - no, a smirk. It didn’t appear genuine like a smile someone would give you upon introducing themselves. This was a cunning one; devious.

You do not realize that you’ve dropped your purse until it hits your feet. Your body still feels hot, temperature rising every second. 

You feel the man's hand place itself against the skin of your cheek - they were calloused and even hotter than your own skin. His thumb traces the outline of your lips and you can hear he’s humming to himself.

“Your heart is beating so loud, beautiful. Are you afraid of me?” the man questions. “Do I frighten you? Or do I make you nervous?”

“Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” you manage to say - more stutter. Breathing was difficult enough, but speaking appeared to be a battle. 

The man chuckles. “A prayer?”

“I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers-”

You feel your throat tighten once more, this time by the man's hands. He forces you closer to him. “Shut up.” he hisses. “Your prayers do not affect me, beautiful. It makes me want to ruin you even more.”

Your body was feeling weird. Goosebumps prickled your skin - you can feel it beneath your clothing - and your stomach was beginning to bubble. You closed your eyes to not look into his eyes, but even then you could see them glaring at you.

“Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before-” your prayer is cut short when a pair of lips are against yours. You’re struggling against the lips, a muffled scream dying in your throat.

The man removes himself from you, but he holds you close. His hands wrap tightly beneath your chin. Your eyes squeeze shut, heart thumping rapidly.

“You can feel it, right, beautiful?” The man's words are sultry, coming out more as a moan than a regular statement. “I know what it’s doing to you. I know you can feel it…right here…”

You gasp, feeling a tense grip between your legs. Your eyes snap open, the crimson eyes .boring right into your own. You want to jolt away from his prying hands - to push this man, no, this monster away.

“I know, beautiful…” the man sing-songs. “...the arousal feels amazing. Doesn’t it feel like you’re sinning for me, Y/N?”

You froze. Your eyes couldn't even grow wider. This man knew your name.

This man, whoever he was, knew you. He knew you’d be here visiting your mothers grave - that or he followed you.

“Yes, beautiful, I know your name.” the man chuckles, his hand rubbing along your clothed head. “I’ve always known your name. I’ve known of your existence since the day you were born.”

This man wasn’t human - your heart told you. His eyes, his words; he was something otherworldly. 

“Dear Father, Thank You for protecting me. Thank You for the angels that you assign to watch over me. I can be at peace today knowing that my very life is in Your hands-”

You squirm feeling a sickly substance upon your cheek. The man is licking you now - up your jaw, to your chin and now your cheek. His fingers hold your face in place in a tight grip. He reaches your ear, flicking the lobe. “Praying won’t stop me from having you, beautiful.”

This monster was doing something to you and your body. You would never feel this way. He had you under a spell - your legs are clenching against his prying hand. You could feel a pool of slick sticking to your panties - and so does the man.

“I need your help in this battle. I cannot walk alone, Lord-”

“Ah, that prayer!” the man cackles. “You feel it running through you, beautiful. The lust. You’re moaning right underneath my hand, beautiful. I can smell the sweet smell of your pussy.”

The man's words are so vulgar that you’re unable to respond. His hands cup your clothed heat even tighter. The hand that once grips your chin now loosens so he could push you closer against him.

“You’re a monster.” you hiss - but it’s not a regular hiss. No, the man notes this tone. It’s a moan of disgust, but a moan nonetheless.

“I am.” the man chuckles. “A demon straight from Hell, beautiful.”

Your throat releases a scream when your hair is yanked backwards. Your eyes are towards the sky, the droplets of rain blinding your eyes. You continue to scream when you feel teeth against your neck, biting down.

You want to fight the man - this predator. This demon. Your prayers aren’t working and appear to be falling on deaf ears. 

The man shudders at the taste of your blood. So pure and not laced with any impurities. But he wasn’t here for your blood - no, this was just a part of the ritual. 

“My name is Jungkook.” the man purrs, licking his lips of your delicious blood. “Finally, you’re mine.”

You cough. Your hands are clenching onto Jungkook’s chest unwillingly. You’re trembling, eyes fluttering. 

“You’re afraid of me, beautiful?” Jungkook tsks. His tongue licks the wound of your neck, twirling it up to your chin and to your lips. He presses an open mouth kiss onto your lips and moans. 

“I’m not yours.” you wheeze out.

“Oh…” Jungkook could only laugh. “...but you are, beautiful.”

Jungkook’s hand squeezes your ass. “I can smell your arousal. You’re so wet for me, Y/N. You’re clenching and unclenching around nothing.”

You feel ashamed by how true Jungkook’s words were. You want to cry out - you didn’t belong to this demon! You were a part of your local Church and attended said church with your mothers for years. You prayed constantly, remained God as your main priority and prayed away whatever petty sins you committed. 

“You belonged to me the day your mother gave birth to you, my love.” Jungkook’s hand pulls at your clothes. Your shirt rips in seconds, revealing your bra beneath. “That was part of the deal, after all.”

Deal?

Your hands grasp Jungkook’s wrist when his hands tug along your pants. You didn’t match his strength, and like your shirt, your pants are ripped to pieces. 

“I won’t submit to you, demon.”

Jungkook wants to coo at your cuteness. No matter how many times you denied him, he wouldn’t listen. You were going to be his regardless of what you felt - he had waited decades to get what he was promised. You had no skill, will or strength to deny him anything - you were already aroused. Soon, you would be begging for him and he would give you what you’ll be begging for.

You are turned away from him and flipped. Your face meets the muddy ground. You squirm when you feel your hips being lifted by Jungkook’s arm. The position is filthy and you want to be removed from this humiliating state.

Jungkook marvels at the sight of you - face down, ass up. So cute and exactly how you were expected to be. One hand grips your ass, gently rubbing before he brings his hand back and slaps it roughly.

You scream once more at the impact, and again and again. Jungkook continued, crimson eyes darkening at the sight of you squirming beneath him. 

“P-Please stop!”

Jungkook hums. “Why?” He slaps your ass once more, the sound like a melody to his ears. His hands trail between your legs to rub gently. “You’re so wet for me.”

Your eyes squeeze shut, teeth biting your lips to repress a moan. You can feel yourself grow wetter at the second and that’s what frightens you. You didn’t want to fall into temptation due to the demons hold against you.

“Let’s see just how filthy you are, huh?”

“N-No!”

Jungkook fingers hooks between your panties. He pushes them aside and finds his mouth watering. “Such a whore you truly are, beautiful. So wet and clenching around nothing.”

You couldn’t help the groan that comes from your throat when he rubs a thumb against it. Your thighs quiver to close, but Jungkook only slaps your throbbing ass once more to punish you.

Jungkoom continues to rub along your clit, fingers sliding between your folds effortlessly. He can feel his pants tightening at just the sight of you.

“So wet.” Jungkook grunts. He smirks, fingers dangerously close to your opening. “I can just slide…”

“N-No!” you gasp, but even with your pleas, your legs widen for him. 

“...right in.” Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you. So warm and wet - and inviting. He pumps his fingers inside, marveling at how you take him so well. “You’re milking my fingers, beautiful. Good little whore you are, huh?”

You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut. 

Why?

Why were you moaning for this demon? Why was your body not cooperating with your brain? Why were you so wet and aroused with such sinful acts?

“J-Jungkook…please!”

Jungkook groans. “That’s right, beautiful. Just give in.” he murmurs, his fingers picking up the pace. “It’ll be over if you just submit to me.”

“N-No…” You don’t want to moan any more. You can feel a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you. He doesn’t allow you to fall forward. He lifts you and presses you against him. “Taste yourself.” he hisses and before you can protest, he enters two of his fingers inside of your mouth.

Your tongue swirls against his fingers unwillingly, your juices hitting your tongue. 

“I wonder if you taste as divine as you smell, beautiful.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, popping his fingers from your mouth. “Give me a taste.”

“N-No…”

Jungkook hums. “No?”

You nod your head. 

“Then why are you leaning against me, beautiful? Why are your hips jerking for more pleasure?”

Jungkook flips you once more. He’s laid against the ground and has you hovering above him. You’re firmly in his grasp, unable to escape. His teeth - so sharp and canine like - bite at your underwear until they’re as ripped as your shirt and pants were. 

You gasp when Jungkook places you on his lips. You’re sitting directly on his tongue, palms back against his abdomen for balance as he licks between your folds. 

Jungkook grunts. “So sweet, beautiful.” he murmurs before going back to ravishing you. 

Your eyes are unable to remove themselves from the sight before you. Jungkook’s tongue - long with and split at the end, rapidly lick upon your clit and between the folds. You could no longer hide your moans, allowing the pleasure to run through you.

This was wrong.

This is a demon - no matter how attractive he may be, this was a demon.

You consider yourself a child of God, fully committed to your faith.

But Jungkook using his tongue to pleasure you felt far too amazing to not moan - too amazing to protest his advances any longer. And, as sad as it sounds, far too amazing for you to utter the word of God in hopes of stopping him.

Jungkook’s nails dig into the skin of your inner thigh. Your scent intoxicates his mind, your slick sliding against his tongue. Finally, you were his - and now you weren’t refusing him. Your moans are loud - even with the rain starting up once more. You were giving in to your rightful urges as his.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker to your face. Such a beautiful face contorted with pleasure. Mouth agape and moaning with pleasure, the droplets of rain trailing down your skin. It glistens beneath the moonlight.

“My beautiful human.” Jungkook growls. His tongue swipes at your clit once more. “Pleasure yourself against my tongue.”

Jungkook slaps your thigh in encouragement. He wants you completely submerged in pleasure that you would willingly participate in.

Your hips jerk forward and onto his tongue. A deep moan comes from your throat and you now find yourself thrusting onto Jungkook - a demon. Your eyes squeeze shut, wanting nothing more than to feel your release.

Jungkook’s hands roam your body, tongue laying flat while you use him. They trail up your thighs to your hips, wrapping around them to encourage you to go faster. He then slides them up your sides to grasp your breast from your bra. He squeezes them, pinching the sensitive bubs of your nipples.

“J-Jungkook, I-I can’t take it!”

Jungkook pinches your nipple once more. He clamps down onto them so hard that you scream out, lifting yourself from his tongue, juices releasing.

And Jungkook’s laps every drop, a groan rumbling deep within his soul.

Whatever soul Jungkook had deep within Hell that was.

You fall limp against his legs, legs quivering.

“My poor beautiful human.” Jungkook moves your body so that he is on top of you. “Came so hard that you can barely function.”

Jungkook leans down to swipe his tongue against your cheek once more, the reason you’re unsure of. 

“I’m going to make you cum over and over again.”

The rain falls even harder, but the majority of it is hidden beneath Jungkook’s body. He kicks off his pants along with his underwear.

You can’t see it, but you feel how large Jungkook is when he forces himself inside of you. You feel like you’re being stretched to the max. Your arms wrap around his neck tightly, breathing hitching.

“Beautiful human…so tight.” Jungkook growls. “Made just for me. My perfect little human.”

Jungkook doesn’t allow you the luxury to adjust to his size. He thrusts deeply inside of you, cracking his hips harshly. Your back hits against the muddy dirty roughly with each thrust. You were going to be filthy once this ended - if it ever did. This was a demon here with you? Did a demon’s stamina ever go out? It wasn’t like he was human.

“Jungkook, please!” you plead with him, but Jungkook doesn’t want to hear it. His teeth clamp down onto your skin, biting it harshly enough to release blood. “I-I can’t handle-”

“You can!” Jungkook hisses. He leans back to admire your disheveled appearance. You were covered in mud, blood and soaking wet. Your hair is sticking to you and your eyes are struggling to stay open. But to him - you were perfect. “Finally mine.”

There’s a bulge in your stomach, reminding you just who you were fucking. Jungkook is a demon.

A demon.

You were going to Hell surely.

There’s blood trailing down your thigh, but still Jungkook refuses to halt his abusive thrusts.

“Your soul, your mind, your heart and your body belong to me.” Jungkook growls, appearing utterly animalistic. “All mine, Y/N. My beautiful human. And all it took was a deal from your father.”

Your father?

You didn’t have a father - physically. You were raised with two mothers; when you grew up you never had a reason to look for who your biological father was. You asked your mothers, sure, but it was stated he was someone who provided them sperm and nothing more.

“He got what he wanted and in return…”

Jungkook flips you onto your knees. He wraps an arm around your neck and enters you once more. He continues the brutal pace, skin slapping and echoing off of the trees. You’re not sure if you were going to survive this. Your insides hurt - even if it came with brief pleasure. Your body was aching just as bad and Jungkook showed no chance of stopping.

“...in return…I got you, beautiful human of mine…” Jungkook grunts. “...you’ll be coming back home with me to Hell.”

It was your alarm that had woken you up that following morning. You jerked upward, eyes scanning the room. Your room.

You were in your room.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled just the same. Your ears are ringing and your fluttering eyes are attempting to adjust to the sunlight coming from your bedroom window.

Your aching legs manage to move. You swing them around your bed and lift yourself. You managed to make it to your mirror and you gasped.

You weren’t dirty nor covered in mud like you expected. That couldn’t have been a dream - everything felt far too realistic to be one. You were intimate with a demon - he had told you that you were his because of a father you never met.

Your eyes scan the scars and bruises littering your body. There’s hand marks upon your throbbing skin, one around your neck and two on both sides of your waist. You can see the bite marks that drew blood on your neck and another between your thighs.

You want to cry, but felt that even that would be hypocritical. You allowed a demon into your body - to have something precious that should have belonged to your human partner. You have learned from an early age that demons were tricksters and you had fallen into their trap.

You shower until the hot water runs cold - and even then you did not want to remove yourself. You washed your skin countless times in hopes to rid yourself of the sick feeling, but it never left. You could feel his hands on your body now as if he was here - his teeth and his tongue grazing along onto your skin.

Your mind betrayed you as did your body. There’s flashes replaying the long night Jungkook had bestroved for you. How he had taken you so roughly against the cemetery ground, both of you covered in blood. How he had flipped you and taken you against a tree, allowed you on top of him - almost every inch of the area you had been fucked on.

You clench your legs together and clench your fists. You dried your body, trying to rid your thoughts of the sinful encounter - but they wouldn’t leave. You were beginning to feel the uncomfortable throb between your legs once more.

Pray.

You had to pray. 

You dressed in fresh clothing and went towards your vanity. Your rosary would be there. You grasp it in your hands, ready to send a prayer when the rosary begins to burn in your hands. You screamed, dropping it to the floor and watching with wide eyes as it began to burn through the hardwood floor. 

“No…”

You trembled, not taking your sight off of the burning rosary.

You were too far gone - you were damned to Hell.

The tears finally came. You have dropped to your knees now, praying for forgiveness for the sins you committed. Your God would understand - he had to. You didn’t want to sleep with the demon that was Jungkook. You had no choice. He had you underneath a demonic spell that had you moaning his name, crying tears of lust and pleasure…

Had you been screaming his name, claiming how much you wanted Jungkook…

You wrapped your arms around him and begged for more - each and every time…

The feeling was returning. The familiar arousal between your legs and the warm feeling against your skin. You lay upon the cool hardwood floor, wanting nothing more than for your temperature to subside.

Why you?

Why were you being cursed by Jungkook?

What was the supposed deal Jungkook made with your biological father? And even so, you didn’t even know the man. Was he even still alive?

“Beautiful human.”

Your body jerks at the sound of Jungkook - his sultry voice.

Jungkook leans against the nearest wall of your bedroom. He’s sporting all black once more, this time a fitted shirt and slacks. His eyes are the familiar shade of crimson and they watch you closely. 

“Look at you. In a pool of your own arousal once more.” Jungkook shakes his head, a smirk placed on such beautiful lips…

You shake your head. This wasn’t your mind thinking - it had to be the demonic spell.

“I have not put you under any spell.”

Can he read your mind?

“I can read your mind, beautiful.” Jungkook states. “You can learn to read mine. Once we venture to Hell.”

You aren’t going to Hell. You were going to ask God for his forgiveness - to be allowed to be underneath his guidance once more. 

“God…” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “...will never take you. He never had you to begin with, beautiful. Why do you think it was so easy for me to get my hands on you?”

The familiar tightening in your throat, the heat radiating your skin and the goosebumps were returning. Your clit throbbed uncomfortably as if your body knew Jungkook was near. 

“Your body will always submit to me, beautiful. As it belongs to me.”

No.

No.

No!

“I know you feel the arousal once more. How wet you are. You’re such a needy little thing, huh?” Jungkook cackles loudly. “Touch yourself, beautiful. See how wet you are.”

No.

You weren’t going to.

If so, why were your hands going beneath your shorts to touch yourself?

“It’s okay, beautiful. Touch yourself and watch me.”

You want to deny him the satisfaction of watching you, but you’re already succumbing to his demonic spell. You were positive that he’s done something to your mentality that you could never deny him.

“I-I can’t.” you snatch your hands from your shorts, feeling flush with embarrassment.

“That just means you want me to, huh?” Jungkook is kneeling down beside you in the blink of an eye. You want to ask how he does it, but you’re afraid of the answer. You weren’t ready to go down a rabbit hole of demonic entities and powers.

“No…?”

“Is that a question, beautiful?”

Jungkook’s already tugging your pants down and taping your thighs aside. He’s amused by how easily you give into him.

“Go ahead and tell me no.” Jungkook plays with the lace of your underwear. Your clit is visible to him - wet and inviting as always. “Then I'll leave.”

“You’ll leave?”

Don’t sound disappointed, you think. You wanted this demonic entity gone - right?

“Of course. Tell me to leave, Y/N. And I’ll go.”

Jungkook hooks a finger inside your laced panties with a shake of his head. So divine and so sweet - even after he completely ruined you not long ago.

Tell him to go.

Tell him to leave you alone and to never return.

Be stern, you think. Resist him and the impure thoughts of this demon.

But you don’t. Those words never leave your lips. 

“Already so wet, my beautiful human.” Jungkook enters a finger inside of you for a second. He then removes it and enters it inside his mouth. “And taste so heavenly.” he cackles. “Heavenly for someone going to Hell.”

You don’t respond to Jungkook’s words. He’s already entering his fingers back inside of you. He pumps slowly at first to get you comfortable - and then he’s rapid. The sounds of his moving fingers echo off the walls of your bedroom - mixed with your moans of pleasure. It sends shockwaves throughout your body.

It’s so sinful, you think. How when you were a child with your mothers going to church, even if the three of you got awkward stares - how you read the bible alongside them. You prayed every night before bed, before every meal - you needed to know where exactly you went wrong.

“Still blaming yourself, sweetheart?” Jungkook’s so beautiful, you think. You recall many times hearing that demons were often beautiful to trick you into sinning with them. “I told you, you were destined to me long before you were even born.”

You feel Jungkook’s fingers hitting your g-spot, curling inside of you with each thrust. It’s as if he was going deeper and deeper each time. You don’t want to look at the beautiful man, but it’s as if he compels you to. His crimson eyes - so captivating and inhumane. You were told that you were under no spell, but that had to be a lie - demons always lie.

“I never tell no lies, my beautiful human.” Jungkook comes closer to you, licking his lips. “What you feel right now is not due to any spell, but your own body submitting to me.”

Your soft moans only fuel Jungkook on further. His tongue licks along the skin of your collarbone. Your thighs tremble with pleasure when you feel his teeth once more - he’s biting you. It doesn’t hurt, you note, not like it did when he bit you at the cemetery. 

You’re breathing quicken and your eyes snaps shut; you were going to cum. You cannot remember when you ever felt this much pleasure in such a short amount of time until now, and all you can truly think about was succumbing deeper and deeper into the pleasure.

“I know you feel it coming.” Jungkook’s breath tickles your neck as he speaks. “Say my name, beautiful human. Who is the demon who’s going to make you cum?”

“J-Jungkook…!” you shout, feeling the wave of pleasure shoot out of you. It engulfs your entire body, shuddering up the back of your spine and causing goosebumps to litter your skin.

It was when you opened your eyes did you think you were going crazy - completely insane. Jungkook was gone, seemingly never in front of you. Your fingers were inside of you instead of his own, completely soaked in your slick.

“How did you find me? I know your…mothers. They wouldn’t give up that information.”

It took a week to track down your biological father - a week of torment each night with Jungkook. You cried after you realized that you masturbated, not because you thought it was wrong - you’ve done so before. But because you weren’t sure what was real and what was fake anymore. No prayer stopped Jungkook from returning to you each night - and you never told him yourself to stop; your body submitting to him each time like he’s stated.

You visited your mother on the third day and even she saw the bags beneath your eyes. She questions your appearance, but all you could think about was the very man before you - it took hours to convince her, but she eventually caved. 

“Well…” your father murmurs, sighing after a moment of silence. “...what do you want? Money?”

Your eyes roam over the large estate he lived in. Money would’ve been nice if there wasn’t a literal demon fucking you every night - but even you wouldn’t think to ask him for money. He was nothing but a donor for your mother’s to have a child, never truly intending to be in your life. 

“What deal did you make with the demon?” you ask bluntly.

Your father’s eyes widen slightly at your choice of words. He turns to close the doors to the office you sat in before turning back to you. 

“What…are you talking about?” he coughs, turning back to you. 

“What deal did you make with the demon that’s tormenting me?” you don’t mean for your tone to come out harsh, but it does. You were upset - rightfully so. “What are you? A musician? You promised that son of a bitch your first born child for a record deal-”

“I’m not a musician.” he raises his hands in an attempt to calm you. “H-How did you find me-”

“Are you not listening?!” you take a deep breath, again, not wanting to appear too angered. “There’s a demon tormenting me every night. He said that my…father,” you didn’t want to call him that. He had no intentions of ever being in your life, he was nothing but a donor. But it didn’t matter to Jungkook. “made a deal with him. What the fuck was the deal you made with the demon? Why am I the one being tormented when I know you have other children-”

“You are my first born daughter.” the man caves. His voice comes out in a whisper and barely audible. “I have a son older than you before I made the deal.” his voice is cracking - was he guilty? After all these years did he feel bad for whatever he’s done? “I…I needed money to support my family. The demon said if I had a daughter that I…” the man blinks away from you. “...my wife fell pregnant with another son after we made the deal. That demon was upset. I’ll never forget those eyes. He threatened to kill my wife and kids if I didn’t give him a daughter. That was the plan. I never knew demons were specific with gender.”

Your blood runs cold as his words ring in your mind.

“I…what’s your name?”

You’re taken aback by his sudden interest. “Y/N.” you murmur.

“I thought the demon…I don’t know what I thought.” he sighs. “I kept tabs on you for years now and you remained alive. The demon didn’t take you when you were born like I initially thought he would. Each year passed and I began to think that maybe…he forgot? He didn’t want you anymore.”

You want to laugh. To think your life was given away before you were ever conceived. Your eyes roam the large office space and linger on a picture - a family one. The man before you with a woman, his wife, and two boys - his sons. They appeared happy as a small family of four. 

You sniffle, unsure truly if you could be upset with him. He was only doing what he thought was right at the time, trying to provide for his family. You ponder what would happen if he did have a daughter instead of a second son - would Jungkook have been tormenting her instead of you? 

You shake your head. 

“I have to go.” you exhale. “I-”

“I am…so sorry.”

You glance at the man’s way and nod your head. 

“So am I.” you murmur to him, your legs already walking towards the door of his office.

Your body is sweating, beads of sweat pooling down your skin. Your shirt sticks to you thickly and you’re sure that this is how you were going to die - or pass out. Whichever came first.

Your eyes snap and you lean your head back, cupping your forehead. You sat at your desk, your work forgotten about.

It’s been two months now since you've been tormented by Jungkook - though he had been missing for the last week. You were grateful - in a way - that he has not returned. Your body needed the rest.

Your throat closes up and your eyes snap open. You never ran as fast as you did now, pushing past your co-workers to make your way into the restroom. You slam the stall door open and hurl right into the toilet. You felt physically ill, vomiting for the next ten minutes.

You were sent home once a co-worker found you like that, crying and vomiting - you weren’t even sure you had enough in your stomach to continue, but your body kept on.

It was the following day - you were given a few days off to recover - when you noticed that something was terribly wrong with you. You visited your mother that night for dinner - she claimed that you looked both hungry and ill. She was just going to start dinner - steak - and that you needed to relax while she finished up.

You thought the smell of raw meat would disgust you, but it didn't. While your mother washed dishes in the sink, humming to herself, you opened the fridge to find yourself something to drink. You were parched and now growing hotter by the second. You smelt it first - the raw steak your mother had placed in the fridge for another day. She hadn’t seasoned it yet like she usually did and it caught your eyes almost instantly. Your eyes glanced before the fridge door to your mother, scrubbing along the dishes.

You grasp the bowl the steak was placed in and sniff it, your stomach rumbling. Before you can process what you’re doing, you sink your teeth into the raw meat, the blood oozing from the corner of your lips. It tasted delicious - finally something you could smell or taste without vomiting it up moments after.

Your mind suddenly clicks on what in the world you’re doing. You slam the fridge door shut and hurl the bitten steak in the trash. You feel ill - not because you just ate raw meat, but because you liked it.

“You ate raw meat?” your doctor asks, chuckling awkwardly. “That cannot be good.”

“That’s why I’m here.” you murmur, playing with your fingers to not look your doctor in the eye. “There must be something wrong with me. I-I sweat constantly. I always feel sick. I can’t sleep most nights-”

“That’s what we were looking into.” your doctor nods, offering you a kind smile. “We ran some tests and a part of the problem can be answered. You’re pregnant.”

Pregnant.

Pregnant?

You shake your head slowly, eyes now widening at the doctor. “I can’t be…” you trail off. 

The only person - were demons even people? Your mind races at the word pregnant. You were only sexually active with Jungkook - an act you weren’t sure if you had complete control over. 

Demons had to be infertile - you were a human woman. There was no way you could be pregnant by a demon.

“We took multiple tests, Y/N. Would you like for me to perform a sonogram?”

You’re starting to feel ill again. 

“Y-Yea.” you whisper. 

The gel placed upon your stomach is cold. You don’t want to look upon the screen, but you’re drawn to it. 

Your doctor hums. “That’s weird.” he murmurs. “The baby appears large.”

You’re unsure how to read the screen, but you try your hardest. 

“But you’re rather small. You are still in the beginning stages of your pregnancy.” your doctor continues.

You pull your eyes away from the screen.

You shake your head. 

“I can’t have this baby.”

Your doctor glances at you, but he doesn’t say anything but nod. 

“Is there a way I can set up an appointment?” you continue. “I-I can’t keep this baby.”

Your doctor nods again. “We can set one up as soon as we have available. Let me speak-”

Your doctor coughs, and then begins to clench his chest. You lean forward as he begins to cough blood. He proceeds to fall to the ground, sonogram equipment crashing alongside him. 

You swing your legs around to get up from the hospital bed. You swing the door open and scream out. “I-I think he’s having a heart attack in here!”

The room swarms with nurses, all pushing you aside. You couldn’t take your eyes off of your doctor as he’s being ushered out. Even as you make your way back home, did you feel as though you were at fault.

You swing the door to your home open and walk in. You close it behind you and wake your way towards your bedroom.

“Y/N.”

You come face to face with Jungkook.

“Welcome home, my beautiful human.” Jungkook offers you a smile, small dimples on display. “I’ll allow this realm to be your home for now.”

You shake your head. 

Jungkook takes a few steps closer to you. “You’re glowing.” he hums.

“You did this to me.” you hiss his way. “You put this…thing in me-”

“Thing?” Jungkook cackles, red eyes glaring at you. “You mean our child?”

“This isn’t a child.”

“But it is, my beautiful human. Made with our flesh and blood. A product of our love.” Jungkook is in front of you in a matter of seconds. He turns you around so you are facing the floor-length mirror in your room. He places a hand upon your stomach. “Such a powerful being to rival the strongest and most powerful demons of the underworld. I can feel it.”

You feel your throat tighten.

“You cannot feel such power yet. But as he grows throughout the months, so will his powers. They’ll be similar to my own.”

He?

“Yes. He. It’s a boy - I can feel him. He can also feel your disappointment, my beautiful human. You don’t want our child to feel hatred while he’s not yet been born.”

You shake your head. You didn’t want a child - not with a demon. You had your life planned the best you could. Find a man that you loved, get married - have children when the time was right. 

This time was not right.

“It is right.” Jungkook lifts your shirt to reveal your stomach. You feel disgusted that it begins to move. You’ve never seen anything like it. Women in early pregnancy didn’t look like you now. It was as if the child inside of you was attempting to claw its way out.

“Our childs power has shown itself today. He had his first kill.” Jungkook appears proud, crimson eyes shining. “It was self-defense. You tried to get rid of him, Y/N. He knows you did.”

Your heart sinks. Your doctor having a form of a heart attack, bleeding out in front of you. That was you - the child you were pregnant with. 

You blink rapidly to not cry, even if you desperately wanted to.

“Everything would be fine if you would stop fighting your destiny. You were destined to be mine - to submit to me. You are now having our child.”

Jungkook removes his hands from your stomach and lifts it in the air. From his reflection, you witness a small box appear in his hand.

“How do you feel, Y/N?” Jungkook asks, opening the box. “Do you feel nauseous? Headache? Hot?”

You shake your head, watching Jungkook remove a ring from the box. “I know,” he says. “you haven’t felt that way since you walked inside the room. It’s because our child feels welcomed with me around him. He isn’t on alert. He feels safe.”

Jungkook turns you around, holding up the ring. It’s large, a dark stone at the center surrounded by smaller diamonds. He grabs your hand in his own, sliding the ring onto your finger. “You humans enjoy jewelry as an act of commitment.” he states. “Now here it is. Consider us…married.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. 

Jungkook offers a smile, unbeknownst to you, a cunning one. Humans were always easy to manipulate.

Your chest is ready to explode into small pieces. Your chest is tingling, you unwillingly inhale hoping that your lungs would be filled with air - the perfect amount of oxygen needed. Instead, it fills with water. Your head begins to feel numb and light, almost as if it’s going to crack open.

You feel dizzy, as if it dawned onto you just now that you were going to die here. Your arms flapped around for anything, but the weight of the water just brings you down deeper and deeper.

You managed to open your eyes, but the water isn’t clear. It’s hard to make out your surroundings and you cannot fathom what you’ve done to get here. 

You clenched your eyes shut in hopes the ringing in your head would go away, but it didn’t. Instead, it got louder and louder.

There’s no air left in your lungs, nothing keeping you alive. 

Your flaring hands cup your stomach - the bump that grew larger throughout the months. Your baby. Your heart sinks at the thought that not only you would be dying right now, but so would your son - even if a part of him was Jungkook, a demon, he was still a part of you.

Your chest burned while the rest of your body ached. You could no longer fight your kicking legs. You feel yourself sink deeper and deeper into the abyss, your surroundings only growing darker and darker.

Your mind, what little left you had of it, screamed for Jungkook to save you - that he was truly your only hope left. Not just for you, but for the child you both shared.

Your screams echo and bounce off of your ears. Your body begins to frail once more, feeling yourself being restrained. Your eyes finally focus and you realize that you are not deep in the abyss anymore.

Cries are heard throughout the room and finally, you stop fighting against the hands restraining you.

“I-Is that…”

You aren’t in a room. You aren’t sure where in the world you are. The walls are stone and high. There’s candles that are lined around your cot and on the walls. Surrounding you are several men, all unfamiliar except one. Jungkook. He’s holding something in his arms, wrapped in a clothed blanket. 

“Our son.” Jungkook rocks the wailing baby until he’s quiet. 

“Can I…hold him?”

The six men surrounding you all watch as Jungkook places the baby into your arms. Your eyes are fixed on him. He doesn’t appear to be that of a newborn - yet, he was half demon, so you wouldn’t hold anything against him. He’s still so small in your arms and against your chest and warm to the touch. There’s a mop of dark hard atop of his head.

Your son's eyes are open - and they are the same as Jungkook’s. Crimson, shining right up at you.

Your finger touches his skin, feeling your heart feel warm at just the sight of him.

Jungkook hums, feeling himself smile. He had you now - fully. Now more than ever would have if it was not for the child he’d given you; you had called for him while in the abyss to save the both of you. Even if there was never any direct harm to you physically, mentally you were calling for him. Him to protect you and his son.

“It’s time.” one of the men said. Jungkook takes the baby back into his arms, shushing when the small infant begins to sob at your lack of contact.

“W-What’s happening?” you want to hold your baby close to you once more, inhale the soft baby scent that even a half demon like he had. 

The six men surrounding you began to chant. You’re unsure what’s happening, but your heart sinks. There’s an uneasy feeling in your core.

“Jungkook…” you murmur, reaching out for him.

“It’s alright, my beautiful human.” Jungkook takes a step back with the baby, rocking him gently. “The bond has been completed. Now we can be together for eternity. In Hell.”

The room begins to shake, as if an earthquake was beginning to happen. The candles on the stone walls all fall, falling onto the ground and erupting around you.

“Jungkook!” you shout, your nails clenching the thin sheet surrounding you. What in the world is going on right now? 

“The pain will not last long, my beautiful wife…” Jungkook trails off. His son begins to cry, feeling the distress coming from his mother - noted seeing as he was just as connected to you as he was to Jungkook. “...once it’s over, you can reunite with us in the Underworld. We will be waiting for you.”

The chants only get louder and the room hotter. When you managed to take your eyes away from Jungkook, you looked towards the shaking ground. It erupts, pits of flames crashing through the ground. You scream, unsure of what was going on.

Jungkook’s words ring in your mind - you would be reunited with them in the Underworld.

Your blood runs cold, feeling your arms being pulled upon from an unknown force deep within the pits. 

Your eyes lock with Jungkook for a last time, crimson eyes staring right into your own. You’re unsure how to read him - he was a demon and could demons ever truly be trusted? They were cunning and selfish; only truly anything for personal gain.

‘I’ll be right down there when you arrive, Y/N. We both will.’ 

You’re shocked for a moment, hearing Jungkook’s voice directly into your thoughts. Now your body is being dragged down into the Earth, swallowing you fully and yet, all you could hear are Jungkook’s words in your head.

‘You have my word, my beautiful wife.’

PART 2 | Divine Intervention (Taehyung Version)

[trivia-yandere]

two sentence horror story

you ran up to the first person you saw -  a man inside his car whose tires screeched upon you jumping in front of it - and screamed how you were kidnapped and blindfolded. masterlist | @darkuni63 | @momnomnom | @sweetempathprunetree |

writer: quae (explicit-tae)

word count: 4.284

warning: disturbing scenes, reader is taken, reader makes a dumb decision - don't be like reader, aphrodisiac intake, dubcon/noncon scenes, erotic massages, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, impregnation kink, creampie,

You ran up to the first person you saw -  a man inside his car whose tires screeched upon you jumping in front of it - and screamed how you were kidnapped and blindfolded.

You take a deep breath, massaging your temples. You were going to explode if you didn’t get out of here - your desk at the office. The workload your boss had slammed onto your desk didn’t match up with your schedule out of work. How were you expected to run errands after? You could barely manage to eat lunch some days and opted to not even leave your desk to do so.

“Doing another double?”

You stopped massaging your temples to turn towards Irina. She has a sympathetic look on her face. 

Nodding your head, Irina nods. “Same.” she groans. “It’s like they think we’re robots.” 

“Tell me about it.”

Irina was your desk neighbor, only being a few feet away and separated by a makeshift wall. She isn’t tall in the slightest but her heels make the majority of her height. She has dyed ginger hair that she often places in a low ponytail and the brightest hazel eyes you’re ever seen. She stands over the wall to speak with you.

“Maybe you need a break.” Irina wiggles her brows. “For a few days. Take PTO.”

You’re unsure, and Irina senses this. 

“I was just like you last week.” Irina says. “Bags under my eyes and all. But you see how refreshed I am after my break.”

Irina had a point. She smiled more and had a glow that could only appear when one was out of work - paid at that. You assumed she got the much needed rest and maybe even hit up a spa - you never asked, not one to ever pry.

“I’m not really sure.” you trail off. You had PTO, but only ever used it for holidays and your birthday, and even then it wasn’t as if you did anything out of the ordinary.

“Are you single?” Irina asks in a hushed whisper. The question is odd. She never pried into your life before.

Slowly, you nod.

Irina’s lips curled into a sly smirk.

“I know exactly what you need, Y/N.” Irina backs away and you can hear her at her desk, rummaging around. Her heels click against the floor as she comes to your desk. She places down a small, rectangular card. “A massage.”

“A massage?” you snort. You read the words on the card and hum.

“Between you and me,” Irina starts, whispering once more. “It’s an erotic massage.”

It takes you a few moments to get where Irina was coming from. 

“O-Oh.” you’re embarrassed and unsure what to say. 

“Maybe you just need to relax.” Irina giggles. “You know. Have an attractive man massage you…” Irina trails off. She’s unsure if she should continue or if that would be going too far. “Just think about it and let me know. First time is half off!”

You think about Irina’s words the entire day and when you’re home soaking in your bath, you decide to check out the website.

The website was official, but you needed a code to get in. Irina had sent you one once you asked about it, excited that you were checking into it. 

The website had pictures and videos of said “erotic massages” and you were sure that it was just amateur porn. But you’d admit, the way the men - and even women if that was what visitors were into - massaged their clients, it appeared to be amazing. 

You pondered if that was what you needed. A good massage (and a good fuck). But wasn’t that paying for sex? You haven’t paid for sex before (of course) and you’re unsure how this works.

Reading the website, you are greeted with many pictures of men with their names and important details about them - even STD screenings if you were going to engage sexually with them.

“So, did you book a massage?” Irina asks you the following day, giddy and excited to hear your thoughts. 

You shake your head. “It’s all…so new to me.” you admit.

Irina nods her head in agreement. She understood completely. 

“But I’m not…against it. Is that crazy?” “Of course not!” Irina exclaims. “We all need a good orgasm. You’ll come back good as new afterwards.”

You feel yourself grow hot. “How many bookings did you do?”

“Five days out of the 7 I was off.” Irina cackles. “It was amazing. If you’re interested in sex, you get to pick your poison.”

“Excuse me?” you raise a brow.

Pick your poison.

Your eyes scanned the hundreds of categories displayed in front of you. 

Bound.

Gag.

Anal play.

You exhale.

What in the world were you about to get yourself into?

Picking your poison was harder than you’d expect. You weren’t an avid porn watcher, but when you did to get yourself off, there were a few things you’d be willing to try - and a ton that you weren’t.

It took you a few days to even start your own application process. Something about this felt off - wrong. You were technically paying for sex and it makes you feel desperate. You’ve busied yourself with work that finding a partner or even a hookup is difficult. You wouldn’t never thought about paying for an erotic massage to get your mind off of work and destress yourself.

But, you were also too far in. You’ve made an account, browsed through several videos and pictures of said massages and even searched through potential masseurs. 

Your PTO was approved. You had to go through countless documents before your boss would even consider, but you were approved nonetheless and you were excited. You were jittery finishing the last document, the thought of you getting off and picking your masseur. 

“You finished early.” Irina’s voice sounds besides you as you’re strolling out of the office. She has a knowing smirk on her lips, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “Have you picked your masseur?”

You shake your head. 

“That’s okay.” Irina waves off. “It took me a whole day to decide. As long as you pick your poison, it’d be better to find your masseur.”

You swallow. You indeed had picked your poison and it filtered through hundreds of masseurs and masseuses who experienced doing so. 

Irina suddenly stops walking as you reach the parking garage. She turns to you. “Don’t back down.” she says and you’re confused by her sudden change of tone. “You got this. Just relax and enjoy your mini vacation.”

You nod your head with a slight gulp. “I’ll try.” Your voice is low and meek and Irina only offers a smile and a short wave before she makes her way to her car.

Your mind replays Irina’s words. 

Don’t back down.

You got this.

It was your first day of your vacation and you’ve spent hours scouting through profiles of masseurs. You were sure that you weren’t a picky person - but no one has caught your eye. You contemplated giving up countless times, but you were determined. You needed this - a get away from reality.

A notification sounds through your laptop and you’re taken aback. On the right top corner of the screen shows a little message. You click it and a tab pops up. It appears to be a livechat with the service.

Still deciding on a masseur?

You re-read the message and groan. You type back a response. 

Yes.

Three dots are forming onto the bottom of the chat and you await a response. 

If you’d like, we can send recommendations.

Or…

Your eyes wait in anticipation for the next response. Or what?

We can open your profile for masseurs to find. You would be met with masseurs in your area who fit your poison categories. 

Would you be interested?

You gulp. Having the masseurs message instead of doing it yourself appeared to be easier. You were an indecisive person after all - maybe if your options were limited then it would make your decision easier. 

Yes, please.

The following day you awoke like normal. You showered, ate and got ready to go back onto the site. You were expecting only a few messages from masseurs - not hundreds. Your eyes are wide as you scour through the messages and profile pictures of the men.

Now you were left more indecisive than before. 

Another notification sounds on your laptop and you’re expecting it to be the livechat but it wasn’t.

“Taehyung.” your lips murmur out the name of the masseur messaging you.

The man was attractive. He appeared tall with dark hair and the same dark eyes. In the pictures displayed, he showed countless pictures all from headshots to body. 

The lip ring paired with hydrated lips are what catches your eyes instantly, the sleeve of tattoos are next. His smile was addictive and it reminded you of a bunny.

Your mind was set - Jungkook was going to be your masseur. 

Taehyung’s prices were lower than the others and you contemplated why, but you wouldn’t complain. 

You submitted your own STD screening after you acquired Taehyung’s paired with a driver's license and a masseur’s certificate. 

All that was left to do was speak with Taehyung. Your nerves were getting at you - this man would eventually see you naked. He was hot - insanely so. How many times had he himself done this?

You were suddenly getting second thoughts about this. 

Irina’s words replayed in your head.

You got this.

You inhale deeply. “I got this.” you say to yourself.

You anticipated the phone to ring any moment now, and when it had you instantly grasped it and answered. You mentally slapped yourself at appearing so desperate for a man’s attention.

“H-Hello.”

“Hello.”

Taehyung’s voice is deep and smooth. Your legs shake at just the sound of it.

“Hi.” is all you could muster out and a laugh is heard on the other side of the phone. 

“Hi.” Taehyung repeats. “You’re Y/N, I assume.”

You nod without realizing. “Yes.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Over the phone, at least. I’m Taehyung.” Your mind flashes with Taehyung and how he looks right now. 

You and Taehyung speak for over a half an hour - speaking business and detailing what you’d be doing while with him. He had gone over your poison - much to your dismay - and agreed that they were mild compared to the rest of the categories. 

“One of your poison picking was to be blind folded.” Taehyung murmurs. “That’s what we would start with when you come. I will be sending you my address shortly and you’ll be greeted upon arrival. I’ll pass you what you’ll need.”

You listen to Taehyung speak. 

“You are familiar with erotic massages, right?”

“Only with what I see on the site.” you curse at how uneducated you were.

Taehyung chuckles. “Cute.” he murmurs. “You’ll be naked, of course. I’ll place a robe and your blindfold in the dressing room.”

“Okay.” you respond, cheeks flushed.

“I can’t wait to meet you, Y/N.”

The following evening you were a wreck. You’ve showered, scrubbing any inch of dirt off your skin. You lightly lotioned your body, your mind recalling that the masseur would be rubbing oil onto you. You combed your hair and placed it into a low bun and when it was time for you to go, you did several takes in the mirror to assure you were presentable.

The address he sent you wasn’t far and when you arrived you were surprised to find that it appeared to be a business - more like a convenient store in size. The windows are large, but not see through. You can see your reflection as you stroll towards the door. 

The door sounds as you enter the small shop. The floors are hardwood and the walls were a light color. In front of you sat a large desk with a computer on the other side - you assumed a receptionist desk. You’re anxious for what's to come when a door to your right opens and Taehyung comes out. He’s wearing a tight fitted dark shirt with a collar and slacks.

“Y/L Y/N?” Taehyung asks with a bright smile, bunny teeth on display. His voice was different in person.  “I’m Taehyung.” he bows slightly and offers you his hand to take, and when you do he gently kisses it. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Likewise.” you murmur softly, starstruck by the man's beauty and charisma. 

“If you would like to follow me.” Taehyung closes the door behind him and passes you around the receptionist desk. “Back here is where we’d be for the day.”

You follow closely past two sliding doors. It opens to reveal a large room. The room is slightly darker than the previous one and you assume it was to fit the vibe. One wall is fully stocked with mirrors while the one forward had a dark crimson color. In the middle of the room sat one medium size massage bed and on top of it, one robe, a towel and a blindfold.

“I’ll leave to allow you to get undressed. The robe is optional if you are not yet comfortable with starting the massage. If you are, you can get undressed and place the towel on you.”

“Okay.” you nod your head.

Taehyung leaves and you take a deep breath. There was no backing down now. You had already paid your deposit for your appointment and now you are here.

You begin to undress yourself, placing your folded clothes neatly on a nearby chair. You grasped the towel and wrapped your body with it and laid upon the massage bed. 

A knock sounds a couple of minutes later and Taehyung enters once more. 

“Are you feeling alright?” Taehyung asks. He’s holding a cup in his hands. “I got you some tea. It should help with your nerves.”

You grasp the warm tea being placed in your hands. You nod at his question before sipping the tea. It was delicious and you could taste the mixed fruit infused with it.

Taehyung takes the cup of tea once you are finished with it and he places it down on a nearby table. He faces you. “Are you ready?” 

“Yes.” you say with a gulp.

You lay back onto the massage bed, chest against it and you cross your arms to rest your head. You feel your towel gently be removed from your body and a gush of cold air greets you.

You hum slowly once you feel Taehyung’s large hands begin to rub and tug against your back, rising up to your neck and falling back all the way down your spine and to your lower back. 

“You must work so hard.” Taehyung notes.  “You have a lot of knots.”

You hum in agreement. Your anxiousness and worry were slowly fading as time passes. The massage is amazing and you feel as though you could kiss Irina for recommending you such a sight.

“I’m going to put the blindfold on now, alright?” Taehyung says suddenly and you nearly forgot about your poisons. 

You nod without hesitation and your head is lifted slightly so that the blindfold can wrap around you. It’s tight, but it doesn’t bother you.

“I’m going to step out to grab the rest of the supplies needed for your massage.”

You hear the door open and footsteps sound. It closes a few minutes later and you feel Taehyung’s presence inside the room. 

“She’s ready.” Jungkook murmurs to Taehyung who is standing outside the room, a box of sex toys ready for your massage. “Don’t have too much fun.” Jungkook calls from down the hall.

“I’ll try not to.” Taehyung whispers low to himself. 

Taehyung places the box of toys down onto a table and marvels at your naked body.

“Are you ready?” Taehyung’s voice is low, raspy and deep. You gulp and nod your head.

Taehyung places a hand along your backside until he’s touching your ass. He rubs it, already placing the oil onto it.

The sounds of your sweet moans are already sending him over the edge. He’s hard and wishes he could have you the way he wants. But Taehyung was a patient man. He waited this long to have you. Paying Irina possibly cost him more than it should and displaying Jungkook’s pictures on the website to assure you didn’t know his identity was risky - but worth it if it meant he could have you.

Taehyung’s fingers fall dangerously close to your clit as he rubs your ass and you whimper at the closeness. It would be a matter of time until you’re a complete and utter mess thanks to the aphrodisiac Jungkook has made for you.

You release a high groan when Taehyung presses a thumb onto your clit. He rubs gently at first and you’re arching your back to get more impact.

Your hole is teasing him, pulsing for him to enter his fingers inside of you - so he does. He enters two at first to stretch you out.

You feel amazing - more than you usually do during sex. You tell yourself it’s because you haven't had an actual man pleasure you in a while and there's only so much a vibrator can do.

Taehyung fucks his fingers inside of you. You moan loudly, unable to control them any longer. 

Taehyung encourages you to arch your back so he can have deeper access by wrapping a free arm beneath your stomach to arch you forward.

“You’re so wet.” Taehyung groans. He removes his fingers to place them inside his mouth and he himself moans at how amazing you taste.

 Taehyung enters his fingers back inside of you and continues to pump. He lowers himself to your ear, enjoying the way you moan so sweetly for him.

You feel Taehyung release you just to flip you over onto your back. You’re trembling still and your pussy throbs, missing the way Taehyung’s fingers felt inside of it.

Taehyung presses a soft kiss against your cheeks before his lips touch yours. The feeling is amazing, no matter how intimate it felt. You speculate that it was a part of his job - to pleasure you in all ways he could. You hadn’t cared in the slightest. 

Taehyung loves the way your lips taste and he wants to savor the taste, but he’s sure he has more than enough time to. He trails kisses down your neck to your chest and he couldn’t help but flick his tongue against your nipple.

Taehyung gropes both of your breasts, massaging as his tongue wraps around your nipple fully and he suckles on it. You’re moaning loudly and breathing heavily at the feeling. Your mind is drifting away from any anxiety you felt - almost as if it was never present to begin with. Your body feels hot and amazing thanks to Taehyung. 

Taehyung trails his right hand between your legs, slapping your inner thighs to allow him access. He rubs your clit rapidly, suckling on your breast as if his life depended on it. 

You squeeze your eyes shut - not as if you could see regardless - and your body feels hot. Your stomach churns and you’re shaking your head side to side.

“You’re about to cum.” Taehyung chuckles darkly against your nipples. He licks it one last time before lifting himself up. He continues to fuck his fingers inside of you, eyes watching intently the way your pussy gushes out your juices onto the massage bed.

You flinch just as Taehyug removes his fingers from inside of you. 

Taehyung isn’t upset that you’ve squirted and managed to make a mess of yourself - it’s exactly what he wanted. 

“We’re not done, baby.” Taehyung says and you shiver at the pet name.

Taehyung needed to taste you before he could fuck you. He rounds the massage bed and lowers himself to your legs, already wide and inviting. 

Taehyung licks along your clit and he grunts. He nods his head from side to side, fingers firmly gripped on your thighs to assure you do not move.

You were overstimulated and going crazy. You’ve already came once, but Taehyung was determined to make you cum again - and again until you’re begging him to stop. 

Taehyung’s glad he got you in his grasp; so glad and excited that he would be able to eat you out everyday. You would never leave his side again.

“It feels so good.” your words appear slurred but you couldn’t help yourself. 

Taehyung watches your face, your lips are opening and closing and a few times even being bitten by your teeth. He’s positive you’re overwhelmed with pleasure - you worked so hard everyday and you never had the chance to ever relax.

But now Taehyung has entered your life and you no longer need to work.

Just as Taehyung felt like you were going to cum - due to your heavy breathing and loud moaning, he removes his tongue from your clit and he slaps it.

“I’m going to fuck you.” Taehyung states. His initial plan was to pleasure you, using all of your kinks you displayed on your profile. But you and he had eternity together so he would always get the chance to another time.

Taehyung removes his pants and underwear in a swift movement. He always fantasized what your pussy would feel like and now he would finally get the chance to.

Taehyung releases a long groan as he enters you. Your pussy was amazing - so wet and tight just for him. He wants to go easy on you knowing that you hadn’t had sex in such a long time, but he can’t. He’s uncontrollable, fucking into you at such a brutal paced that the massage bed is screeching against the floor. 

Your breast are bouncing as Taehyung fucks you. Your head is thrown back and your mind is swirling. The sensation never feels enough - you never felt like this before. Even with the amount of times you managed to cum, you could never get enough.

Were you this stressed? This cock-hungry?

You’re unsure how long Taehyung fucks you. It’s as though you completely black out.

You get flipped onto your front and he fucks into you at the same brutal pace, slapping your ass hard until it bruises. He wraps a hand around your neck as he does so and whispers filthy words into your ears, but your mind doesn’t allow you to fully comprehend what he’s saying.

You’re so far gone and fucked out that Taehyung isn’t sure you’ll remember the amazing feeling you are experiencing - but you and he had eternity together.

Taehyung flips you so that you are on top of him, yet you have no control. You came three more times and Taehyung twice, yet the both of you were insatiable. You would be sore the following day, but it's alright. This is what you came for in the end - to be wrecked by him and him only. 

Taehyung groans, fingernails digging into the skin of your hip. Your arms are wrapped around him as he drills inside of you. Your tears are stained to your cheeks - tears of pure joy and pleasure. He was going to cum again - inside of you like he had before. He ponders what you’d look like swollen with his child - round and healthy with enlarged breast to nurse his child. 

Taehyung grunts. “So beautiful.” he compliments, sending a kiss onto your shoulder. “So beautiful and all mine.”

Your eyes widened when you managed to escape out of the small window. Your hands and knees are bleeding - having been scrapped against the broken glass. You run and run, never stopping. Your legs want to give out and your lungs ache for air, but you cannot stop now.

You’re unsure how long you’ve been gone for, trapped in the dark room by Taehyung. 

Months? 

Were people looking for you?

You hadn’t been outside since the day you arrived at your appointment - a day you regret greatly. You awoke bound to and blindfolded by Taehyung, him assuring he would unbind you as soon as he could trust you - and he never had. Each day you endured whatever the man wanted to give - your mind refusing to believe this was your reality. 

You’re unsure how you managed to escape, but you don’t dwell on it. The freedom you feel now is overwhelming. You begin to cry, the tears blurring your vision. 

Your feet reach a road and you finally manage to stop. You fall to your knees, heaving for any bit of air your lungs are willing to give you. 

Lights shine on you and your hands lift to cover your eyes.

A car was coming.

A car.

You ran up to the first person you saw -  a man inside his car whose tires screeched upon you jumping in front of it - and screamed how you were kidnapped and blindfolded.

The man's eyes are wide when he rolls down his window and says. “How did you get out, baby?”

Your eyes widen to match his in pure horror as you recognize the voice - the same one belonging to the kidnapper you escaped from.

Taehyung.

You shake your head, paralyzed with fear. This wasn't the man you met for your appointment, but you'd never forget that voice.

Your feet turn to run away, but you feel arms wrap around you. You're yanked off of your feet and into the large car. You scream for help - any help that you can find, but you aren't saved.

Taehyung enters the car and shakes his head. Your wrist are bleeding and he's sure you fought long and hard to get your hands out of the cuffs. "To think I was about to take the cuffs and the blindfold off for your good behavior." he tsks, locking the door and speeding down the road.

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Love You (Just A Little Too Much)

You're brought down memory lane and come face to face with someone you've completely forgotten about. @bloodline1632 @seokjinkismet @babycandy111 @minshookie29 @whipwhoops

Warning: smut, light yandere, teasing, sex toy usage, sub/dom, edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation, crying, restraints/bound, mentions of assault, manipulation, sadistic/masochistic tendencies, crying/sobbing, begging, slapping,

Word Count: 6.076

Valentine's Day Masterlist

“What’s on your mind?”

Your eyes blink at Jay, your boyfriend, and you could only offer a faint smile. “I don’t want to ruin dinner with my thoughts.” you reply. You drop your fork and grasp your glass of wine. 

Jay scoffs. “I can tell your head isn’t here,” he says. “Come on, tell me.”

You swallow your wine and lick your lips. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

Jay raises a brow and leans in closer. He smirks. “So?” he murmurs. “I’m your boyfriend, you know. You can tell me what’s on your mind.”

Jay was correct - he was your boyfriend and someone you’ve grown close to for the last year. You were able to speak with him freely as if he was your best friend and it came naturally even if he was the opposite sex.

You sigh and nod your head. “You’re right.” you say. “I…haven’t talked to any of my friends in months. It’s like we all slowly just…”

“Grew apart?” Jay offers and when you nod, so does he. “I understand. What do you think happened?”

You shrug your shoulders. You’re unsure yourself of the reason. There wasn’t any bad blood between the four of you - there was nothing that could be done to a group of friends that has been established since middle school. You all managed to make it through High School and college without breaking apart. 

Sure, there were a few petty arguments, but nothing that lasted months - hell, not even a full week.

Not speaking with them collectively had you nervous, but you were all adults. You four lived separate adult lives, Jang-Mi having moved hours away to start a new job. Minji had gotten married and divorce all under three years and had chosen to distract herself with work while Mi-sun focused on raising her daughter on her lonesome.

“And you haven’t spoken to either of them on the phone?” Jay questions.

“No.” you shake your head. “Only through text messages, but even those seem dry. Maybe I’m just overreacting.” you shake your head and release a humorless laugh. “Sorry. Today is supposed to be about us.”

Jay shakes his head. He offers you his hand and you take it. His hands are always soft, you notice, softer than yours. He presses a kiss onto your hand, soft lips tickling your skin. “It is about us.” Jay murmurs. “Today is our anniversary,” he continues. “but you’re still the woman I love and if somethings on your mind, I want you to talk about it.”

You love Jay - and this was one of the many reasons why. He was caring - genuinely caring. He always puts your wants and needs far beyond his own. A year isn’t a long time to be together for most people, but for you it was. You couldn’t see yourself being with another man, not when Jay was amazing as he was.

You met Jay a year prior while out, having bumped into one another. Literally. You recall the way your phone went flying and you nearly fell onto the ground when a pair of arms caught you - said arms had let you go immediately when you regained your balance. “I-I didn’t mean to grab you it’s-” the stranger began. “I’m so sorry I should’ve been looking where I was going.” you apologized profusely.

You learned that his name was Jay and as an apology, he asked you out for coffee. The two of you hit it off easily as he was a nice person to talk to. He was funny as he was kind and in the short time that you’ve known him, it was as if you and he knew one another for years. 

Maybe Jay’s physical appearance helped a little - he was tall and fit. He dressed appropriately each time you and him met and he even offered to help you dress so the two of you matched for the occasion. His skin was the clearest you’ve ever seen on a man and appeared utterly glass and he had such perfect teeth.

It was hard in the beginning to be seen with Jay simply because of how beautiful he was, but he always made it known just how beautiful he thought you were and how much he appreciated you for being by his side. 

“So,” Jay offers you a toothy grin. “talk to me like I’m your friend and not your boyfriend.”

You do, a part of you feels terrible about doing this while at dinner with him, but Jay was an understanding person. He could tell your head was elsewhere.

You tell Jay about everything - how you rarely saw your friends face to face and how you couldn’t even remember the last time you all spoke on the phone. You wanted to be understanding because the four of you were adults now and didn’t need to spend every waking moment together - but a call wasn’t asking for much.

At the end of it all, Jay is nodding his head in agreement. He hasn’t spoken much and instead decided to allow you to vent all your pent up frustrations. 

“Felt good?” Jay snickers and you nod with a low grin. “I’m glad. I can’t excuse your friends' behaviors but I can try to see things from their point of view.”

You listen as Jay speaks. 

“We’re all adults going through our adult lives. Jang-Mi had moved so far away it’s hard to go back into the routine you two had when she was closer. I’m sure she works long hours.”

You nod your head with a sigh, your heart sinking as you begin to feel bad for thinking that your friends were leaving you behind.

“Mi-sun is a mother and it’s tough raising a child on your own. She just doesn't live for herself anymore. Minji probably buries herself into work to get her mind off of the divorce. It wasn’t an…easy one.”

You recall the amount of times Minji had called you throughout the last year about how ultimately, she was going to be left with nothing after the divorce - Jay had been there the entire time listening as you tried to console your friend.

“You’re right.” you pick up your wine glass and take a sip. “We’ve all been through…so much.”

Jay raises a brow. “What do you mean?”

You eye him for a moment. 

“I think it’s karma.” you shrug your shoulders. “We were terrible people in our youth.” you try to joke but you swallow thickly. “What we’re going through now is just what we deserve.”

Jay chuckles. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” he takes a sip of his own wine. 

“Before I met you my life was going to shit. I couldn’t keep a job to save my life and…” there wasn’t a need to focus on what you were going through at that moment because Jay knew. “..you helped me. Sometimes I believe I don’t deserve you.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Y/N.” Jay sighs, but his lips stretch into a smile. “Don’t get too emotional on me.” he jokes. 

“I know…” you trail  off. “The divorce with Minji and how she had to work so hard  to get her life together. Jang-Mi left and got a new job hours away because of that scandal. Mi-sun had to raise a child all alone without any help that wasn’t us. I can’t sound crazy to believe our past actions had shaped our future.”

Jay is quiet as he hears you speak, so eerily silent that you glance away from him. “Or maybe I am crazy.” you murmur. “You aren’t.” Jay shakes his head. “Whatever…you  did in your past could have shaped the present. Truth is often stranger than fiction.” Jay grasps your hand into his own. “But you’re better now, Y/N. With me. You’ll never fall as long as I’m by your side.”

Jay gives you a smile that has your heart clenching.

The room is beautiful and you are positive that Jay put a lot of thought into decorating it for you. The amount of rose petals leading up to the bed was one gesture you loved, but also the candles that were lit. You pondered when he had time to do such a thing.

Jay wraps an arm around you and brings you closer to him. His lips are soft as they kiss along your neck.  “I love this color on you.” Jay compliments, his hand sliding your sides. “Black is lovely against your skin.”

Your body flushes at the compliment and you could only giggle, giddy at the way your heart jumps. Jay insisted on you wearing the lingerie - a black lace and mesh material that leaves little to the imagination. The stockings are high and stop mid thigh.

“I like this color on you.” you tell Jay. He’s dressed down from his suit from early. Now, he sports a silk, red robe that’s tightly loosely around him. His tan skin peaks from beneath it.

“Valentine’s Day is all about you. I want to make you feel good.” Jay kisses down your neck towards your collarbone, leaving slightly wet kisses. “I want to try something new.”

You weren’t sure what to expect when being told “something new”. You were laid onto the bed you share with Jay, his lips continuing to kiss down your body. His eyes flicker upwards at you and he offers a mischievous grin that has your legs quivering. 

“Something new” wasn't a robe tied tightly around your wrist and keeping you bound against your bed frame. You wouldn’t lie and say your body wasn’t filled with excitement - you and Jay never did this and sex was already enjoyable enough.

Jay licks his lips, his eyes meeting your curious ones. “You’re so beautiful. Always has been.” he murmurs, speaking aloud by himself. 

Jay forces your legs open, his hand wrapping more rope around your ankles that he then ties to the end of the bed frame. He proceeds to do the same thing to your free leg. 

“I can see how wet you are now.” Jay’s voice is deep and sultry, slowly consumed with his own lust. “You’ve always been the submissive type. The type to do whatever is asked of you.”

Jay’s hand trails teasingly up your leg, his fingertips feeling like feathers tickling your skin. 

Jay’s finger taps lightly at your clothed clit, smirking at you teasingly. His index forces itself through the mesh material and he slides it to the side. “So wet.” he murmurs. “Relax, baby. I have something you’d like.”

Your pussy clenches with anticipation and your eyes watch Jay get up from the bed. He goes to the side of the bed and appears to go through a bag. 

“I want you to feel good.” Jay says, turning towards you. Once more, your pussy clenches at the sight of the vibrator in the palm of his hand. “You’d let me, right?”

Hastily you nod your head, licking your lips with anticipation. 

Jay turns on the vibrator and it’s loud, the buzzing noise tingling through your ears. He places it on your thigh to tease you and it does so greatly. He slides it across your thigh closer and closer between your legs.

“Baby?” Jay hums, gently pressing the vibrator against your clit.  “There’s no lies between us, right?”

Your legs begin to shake at the vibrators pressure against your clit. “N-No.” you stutter out.

“Then you’d tell me what you and your friends did, right?” Jay questions, pressing the vibrator even harder against you.

You struggle against the rope restraints. “W-What are you talking about?” you sigh - more like a moan. Your stomach was bubbling and you couldn’t contain the rest of the moans releasing from your mouth. 

“Remember earlier…you said it must be karma why your lives have turned the way they did.” Jay begins to circle the vibrator against your clit. You’re so wet that it’s now fully coated in your sweet arousal. “Tell me what you’ve done that karma has come before you all?”

You aren’t sure what Jay is getting at and why he suddenly wanted to do this now. Your toes begin to curl.

Jay removes the vibrator from your swollen bud, his eyes dark with lust.  “Tell me.” he demands.

“I-I…nothing.” you shake your head, panting. Your lack of pleasure sends shock waves through your body. “Why are you-”

Your throat releases a shriek when the vibrator is brought back to your clit. Your eyes shut tightly as, once more, your thigh shakes. “Please-”

“You know,”Jay begins, circling the vibrator against you. “There’s four types of lies.”

“Jay…” the way you say his name causes his cock to jump in his pants. You’re full of lust and pleasure and he’s sure you’re not fully able to comprehend him.

“A white lie, a gray lie, a black lie and a red lie.” Jay continues. “A white lie is to first seek to help others. A gray lie is an in between; to partly help others and ourselves.”

Your toes begin to curl as Jay continues. 

“A black lie…” Jay trails off, his eyes boring into your face. Your eyes are clenched shut and you’re panting. “...is pure selfishness. Nothing is gained from others when a black lie is told and it is used to purely get the liar out of trouble.”

Jay removes the vibrator once more and this time you cry out in protest. Your eyes snap open, sadden as you peer at Jay.

“You’re such a whore, Y/N.” he chuckles cruely, his demeanor changed from the caring boyfriend of just an hour early. Your body yearns for him regardless of this act. “You’re about to cry.”

“I just wanna cum, Jay.” you murmur in defeat. 

“Yeah?” Jay comes closer to your face. “A red lie…” Jay places the vibrator against your clit, this time pressing the buttons on the side to increase the power. “...is done solely out of spite. Revenge. To harm others.”

Your eyes never leave his, even with the amount of blinking you’re doing to remain conscious. You’re groaning now, body shaking with pleasure. 

“Can you guess which one I am, baby?”

What?

“If you guess right, I’ll let you cum.”

Your breathing increases and the only thing you can think about is cumming. “W-White.”

“Wrong.” Jay turns off the vibrator, but keeps it against your clit. “Can you guess which type of liar you are?”

“Jay…” you shake  your head. This act was making you impatient. “Please-”

“Tell me, Y/N. If you’ve done nothing in your past, then why have you and your friends gone through such terrible karma?”

“This act you’re doing is too much, Jay.”

“What act?” Jay scoffs. “Since you don’t know, baby. You’re a black liar. You’re selfish and you’re deflecting from your own involvement in the past.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “Jay…that isn’t funny-”

The vibrator turns on once more, shocking you. 

“As for me, I’m a red liar. None of you recognized me.” Jay speaks in a tone - monotone like; narrative. “You didn’t recognize Jay. Minji didn’t recognize Jung-ho. Mi-sun didn’t recognize Jong-seok and Jang-Mi never recognized Ju-ho…”

Jung-ho.

Jong-seok.

Ju-ho.

Jay.

“Jay…?” your intentions aren’t to moan, but you cannot help it. Jay is pressing the vibrator with such pressure that even now in this unknown situation, you cannot help but want to cum hard. 

Just as you were about to cum, you cry out once more when the vibrator cuts off. You’re trembling, your wrist burning as the friction of the robe rubs against them.

“My name’s not Jay, Y/N. You know my name.”

Your eyes widen slowly. “Stop.” you plead with Jay. “It isn’t funny anymore…”

“I never told you a joke.” Jay scoffs. “Look at me and tell me you don’t remember who I am, Y/N.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as goosebumps begin to erupt onto your skin. Your heart is beating outside your chest and you wished Jay would flip the switch and return to the boyfriend you know and love.

“Look. At. Me.” Jay grits out each word with such venom, his cheerful personality long gone. “It’s been a decade since High School but have I truly changed that much, Y/N?”

You remain silent, your eyes remain on the man in front of you. 

“I had to change schools because of what your friends said I did.” Jay murmurs, and as the words hit your ears your eyes begin to widen. 

Mi-sun lifts her hand up and hums, tilting her head. “I think I want pink.” she says. “But a soft pink, not a hot one.”

Jang-Mi snorts.

Mi-sun raises a brow at Jang-Mi, but she doesn’t respond. 

“Like this one?” Minji asks after rummaging through her tote of beauty items. She holds up a bright pink color - taffy. 

Mi-sun nods with excitement. 

You sit and listen to the exchange, head in Jang-Mi’s lap.

You were all in Mi-sun’s room, a room that was overly pink, but neither of the girls in the friend group complained. Her walls were white, but her bed - a large queen size that sat in the middle of her room - had a bubblegum pink comforter set with matching pillows. While her floors were hardwood, the rugs inside of her room were round and flamingo colored. 

“So,” Jang-Mi starts. “What is this year's dare?”

You sighed deeply, ready to hear just what the hell your friends had planned for you this year.

Every year your group of friends would dare one another to do something - anything - at the start of the school year. It was a tradition, after all, spawning since primary school.

The year prior, Mi-sun had dared Minji to walk in the boys locker-room “accidentally” and shower just minutes before the boys were done with their practice. Minji was the daredevil of the group and accepted it without a problem - even if she did have a months worth of detention and had several boys profess their “undying love” for her.

While Minji’s dare were dare-devil like, Jang-Mi’s were spontaneous. Her dare the year prior was to smoke bomb the teacher lounge - that earned her two months of detention (thanks to her uncle being the principal).

“You,” Minji points to you. “And you,” she then points to Mi-sun. “Need to step it up. Jang-Mi and I always do the impulsive dares!”

You lick your lips. “My dare last year was pretty impulsive.”

It wasn’t. The dare you agreed upon was to egg the principal's car - you weren’t caught and maybe that’s what they were upset about. Your poor principal was going through it and his niece never appeared to care much.

Jang-Mi rolls her eyes and snickers. “Egging a car is pretty impulsive.” she says with a hint of sarcasm. 

“Okay, let’s start then.” Minji claps her hands together. “Jang-Mi, I dare you…” Minji hums, her mind wandering as to what she would possibly say. “It’s like we’ve done everything already.”

“We have.” Jang-mi looks down at you. “This year is about you and Mi-sun.”

Mi-sun finishes painting her right hand and she raises a brow. “No fair.”

“Too bad.” Jang-Mi smirks. 

“I agree.” Minji smiles wide. “We have to think of something good. So we’ll start tomorrow.”

Your stomach churns at the thought of them coming up with something impulsive - it was your last year of highschool after all.

Mi-sun rolls her eyes. “I’m not scared.” she snaps.

“I’m scared.” Mi-sun hisses, hands trembling with wide eyes.

“Pussy.” Jang-Mi giggles. 

There was a few minutes before class started and it was as if Jang-Mi and Minji were ready to start the day off with a bang. 

“It’s not like it’s that difficult.” Minji hisses. “Just go ahead and kiss him.”

“You dared her to kiss a professor.” you deadpan - but you’re glad this dare wasn’t yours. Minji and Jang-mi had claimed they hadn't come up with anything yet. 

The yet scares you.

Said professor walks by - Professor Song. He’s tall, dark brown hair with matching eyes. He’s young, only a few years older than those he is teaching and an obvious eye-candy for the female students. He nods his head and waves at a few students as he strolls pass and Jang-Mi proceeds to push Mi-sun forward.

You gulp. This dare was a risky one. It was just a kiss yes, but this was a kiss between someone that had authority. Professor Song could lose his job - and teaching career - if this went the wrong way. 

Professor Song hisses at the impact of Mi-sun knocking into him. His glasses are knocked off of his face and it drops onto the ground beside him. He lowers himself to grab it and Mi-sun bites her lip before doing the dare.

Mi-sun presses her lips against Professor Song’s. It was a quick peck, but it stuns the man nonetheless. He stumbles back a bit and before he could speak, Mi-sun is running down the hall to her classroom with Jang-Mi, Minji and you following close behind. Jang-Mi and Minji are laughing while you’re too bewildered to speak.

“That. Was. So. Humiliating!” Mi-sun hisses as she reaches the classroom. Class was about to start and her face was as red as a tomato. “I swear if I’m expelled-”

“Stop being so dramatic.” Minji shrugs it off. She reaches her desk - besides Mi-sun, and sits. 

“Uncle knows of our yearly dares.” Jang-mi assures. “He should be expecting this by now.”

You take your seat behind Jang-mi. 

“Now all that is left is our little Y/N.” Jang-Mi turns and offers a wide grin. “Aren’t you excited?”

No, but you wouldn’t cower before them. 

“Whatever.” you grunt.

Your teacher comes strutting in. He’s a short older man with a large gut - a beer gut you’re certain. His arms are as skinny as his legs and his face is similar to a skeleton. You never even see the man eat, but he always had a water bottle in his hands that smells of vodka when he opens it.

“Kim Mi-sun.” he calls as he slams down a black briefcase. “Office.” he says without looking at the body of students. He takes a seat at his desk and Mi-sun groans with annoyance.

“That was fast.” Minji giggles quietly. “It hasn’t even been ten minutes.”

“Fuck off.” Mi-sun hisses. She gathers her things and makes her way out of the classroom just as more students are scurrying inside. 

“Hey, Y/N.”

Your eyes lift to see the source of the greeting and you offer a small - very small and uninterested - smile to the boy seated a few desks in front of you. 

Jang-Mi watches the exchange and she turns her head to Minji. She wiggles her eyebrows and tilts her head to the boy. 

“Who’s that?” she mouths.

Jang-mi shrugs. “Not sure.” she mouths back. “Y’N’s dare.”

Minji furrows a brow, eyes shining with realization. She erupts in a fit of giggles that causes Jang-Mi to do the same. 

Your fingers twirl a piece of your hair as your eyes watch him a few seats away from you. Your ears catch the whispered conversation of your friends besides you. 

"When are you going to say something?" asks Mi-sun with a roll of her eyes. "The dare was a week ago."

Your gum pops dramatically after Mi-sun's question. You manage to roll your own eyes, but you don't take them off of him - Jung Hoseok. His cheeks are childishly chubby, he was tall, but thin - even for a senior in high school. He wore braces and you couldn't imagine him without them - they have been implanted in his teeth for years now. 

You were no fool to Jung Hoseok's crush on you. You noticed the side eyes he'd give you in class. When your eyes met his, his eyes would blink away, and his cheeks would turn to a deep crimson. It was cute, you thought, pathetically so. As did your friends. They would laugh each time they saw Hoseok looking at you, claiming that he was nothing but a lost, kicked puppy. You'd laugh along with them even if you did see the embarrassed look on his face. 

Your friends enjoyed teasing Hoseok so much that they thought it would be an amazing idea for you - his crush - to go along with the teasing. "Ask him out. Lead him on." suggested Mi-sun. "Then break his sad, pathetic heart." laughs Jang-Mi.

You thought about their request. You never spoke to Hoseok before and never had the reason or desire to. What you knew of Hoseok was that he was smart, not straight A smart like most, but he passed his classes. He wasn't popular when it came to friend groups and opted to stay to himself or a small set of friends. 

"Oh my..." Minji hums, she leans back into her chair and crosses her arms. She just cut her long, black locs to a sharp bob. The new appearance makes her much more intimidating. "...you like him." she declares.

"I do not." your eyes glance to Minji hurriedly. "I just...he's a loser."

Mi-sun giggles and agrees.

"I don't want to be associated with a loser." you reach into your uniform skirt pocket and remove a small tube of lipgloss. You proceed to coat your lips slowly with the glossy substance, eyes on Hoseok just in time for his eyes to meet yours. His eyes glance down to your lips - plump and coated - and his cheeks flush. 

Minji cackles, followed by Mi-sun and Jang-Mi. Hoseok's head snaps away and you know he's mentally cursing at himself.

"Look at him." Minji scoffs with a shake of her head, appearing to have pity for Hoseok. "He is a loser."

"Much the more reason to play with him." Jang-Mi singsongs. She was always the much more mischievous type in the friendship. She enjoyed playing tricks and pranks, no matter how cruel they were. Min-sun would be considered the "ditzy" one of the group, but she was just as mischievous as Jang-Mi, maybe even more.

You can feel their eyes on you now. Min-sun bats her eyelashes, cat-like eyes stabbing holes into you. Jang-Mi tilts her head impatiently awaiting your response while Minji does nothing but glare. 

"If you don't, I will." Jang-Mi smirks, and now you're shaking your head. Hoseok wasn't an asshole like the rest of the boys at this school. He didn't deserve whatever cruel prank Jang-Mi would surely throw his way. 

"I'll do it." you roll your eyes and laugh. You proceed to bite your lip. "I'm sure it'll be fun."

Fun it was. You started the following day, but you remained subtle. It would cause alarms to go off in Hoseok's mind if you casually strolled up to him and became flirtatious. You didn't want to scare him off - especially if Jang-Mi's words of Hoseok being a virgin rang true. You had a plan, instead. Hoseok and you shared multiple classes and in each one, you would offer him a small smile. Your smile soon became a short wave that he would return - after looking around to ensure you were indeed waving at him and not someone else. 

Minji had grown bored of the slow burn happening before her. When you had strolled into class and ready to sit at your desk, she had slammed her foot against your chair and shook her head. She jerks her head to the side, and you follow her gaze - a desk directly next to Hoseok remains empty. 

You took a deep breath and nodded. 

You drop your bag at your new desk, startling the box next to you. His eyes slowly reached to who was beside him. His eyes catch your legs, smooth and seemingly soft. He drags them forward slowly until they notice your eyes. He freezes, heart thumping outside his chest. 

"Is this seat taken?" you ask lowly, a smirk forming on your glossy lips. 

Hoseok shakes his head but remains quiet. His palms grow sweaty, and he's worried suddenly if he remembered to wear deodorant. 

You sit beside him, eyes glancing to Minji who raises a brow at you, nodding her head. You weren't going to be able to go back to your regular seat until you did something to get closer to Hoseok.

Class starts and you go without speaking with Hoseok, even if you do notice his eyes glancing your way every few minutes. However, you understood your part in this assignment. You'd accidentally - purposely - would brush your knee on his and apologize with a cute smile. You'd proceed to lean closer towards him so your side would briefly touch his.

Hoseok's mind was going crazy the following weeks. You continued to sit beside him day by day. Your touching now was much less subtle and he's unsure of what to take of it. You never appeared to be interested in him before. He was no idiot - he was certain you caught on to his crush on you. Maybe that's why - you pitied him and his pathetic crush.

"H-huh?" Hoseok blinks a few times and shakes his head. His cheeks are tinted red with further embarrassment.

"I said," you grasp your bag and lean forward. The bell rang and it was time for lunch, but Hoseok was far too in his thoughts to notice. "do you want to come home with me?"

Your breast peaked through the uniform top and Hoseok nearly fainted at your words. He's tongue tied and soon you're cackling. 

"To study for the test, silly." you're laughing a melodic laugh that calms Hoseok's nerves. "I've seen your grades on the quizzes we had. You're so smart, Hoseok."

You think he's smart, Hosoek gulps.

"I wish I could be as smart as you." you sigh almost dramatically. 

"Y-you are....smart." Hoseok mentally shoots himself at the lame compliment.

"Thank you." you tilt your head. "So, what do you say?" 

Hoseok nods his head hesitantly. He understands that he'd want nothing more than to have you close to him. But, he couldn't be as desperate - he didn't want to scare you off. "I can come study." he murmurs lowly. 

You clap your hands together gleefully. "Thank you!"

Hoseok allows his heart shaped lips to smile at you. You looked beautiful when you were cheerful.

"We can walk home after school, okay?' you're walking backwards waiting for his response.

"Okay." Hoseok nods, heart beating outside his chest and goosebumps erupting the skin of his arm.

That was only the beginning of what happened with Hoseok - not Jay.

“Hoseok…?” you murmur, your eyes scanning his face while your mind compares it to the younger version of the man. Shame and humiliation runs through you - how could you not remember the boy; now a man?

“Ah, that’s what it took for you to remember me?” Hoseok begins to laugh, his beautiful teeth shining in front of you. “Mi-sun didn’t remember me either but she loved Jong-seok as the father of her daughter.” Hoseok shakes his head with a chuckle. 

Your blood runs cold at Hoseok’s words.

“Years ago…I remember her stating that I would never be someone she’d ever love…fuck…yet that child is mine and I don’t feel any remorse for leaving her alone and struggling.” Hoseok chuckles once more. “Ju-ho was the reason Jang-Mi had to find a new job hours away. Especially when it was revealed she was stealing from the company…”

“Hoseok, please-”

“Of course it was just a rumor but something like that doesn’t go lightly, Y/N. Her career was over and the only job willing to hire her after that…” Hoseok shrugs. “...and, Jung-ho was the one who introduced Mini to her cheating husband. He never took her seriously like she never took anything in others' lives seriously. What goes around comes around, I suppose.”

Hoseok wasn’t Jay - Jay was an act. Hoseok was cold; calculated. He strived off of revenge and spite; and the red robe he wore told you just how calculated the man truly was. 

“Hoseok…”

You’re unsure what you want to tell him. You never thought you’d see Hoseok again - much less like this. 

Hoseok tilts his head. “I didn’t tell them who I was, you know”? he admits. “I just left when my time was done.”

“Hoseok.”

“You are different, Y/N. You always were.” Hoseok presses the vibrator button and allows the pleasure to come back. “You felt remorse for what you’ve done. You admitted that I never assaulted you like your friends had said…but by then it was too late.”

Hoseok presses the buttons on the vibrator three more times and your back arches at the newfound pressure. 

“I had to change schools and only because you spoke up I wasn’t put on any registry.” Hoseok explains, his eyes fixed on how your pussy begins to leak with arousal. “Back then you pretended to like me. You allowed me to take you on dates and admit things I would never had the courage to if you never made me comfortable.”

“Please…” you pleaded, unable to talk more than one word at a time. “It’s too…much.”

“You can take it.” Hoseok grumbles, voice raspy. “You allowed me to hold your hand. You kissed me back. You…you liked it, Y/N. Only when you were caught did you back down.”

Hoseok knows you’re cumming. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your breath hitches - and he enjoys every moment of it.

“To cover up the fact that you liked it, you pushed me away, remember?” Hoseok slams a hand against your cheek to regain your attention.

 You yelp aloud, a wave of pleasure going through you. “Y-Yes!”

“You were so humiliated…frightened at what your friends would think.” Hoseok slaps you again, positive that you like what he’s doing to  you. “But I knew you adored being around me, Y/N.I was the only person you didn’t have to pretend with.”

Hoseok removes the vibrator just as you cum, you arousal coating the bed sheets. The vibrating sound echoes through the room, mixed with your low sobs. 

“I thought about what punishment you all deserved but I could never bring myself to punish you.” Hoseok speaks after a moment. He allows you to catch your breath. “Even when I met you a year ago, Y/N, it felt like it did when we were in High School.”

You flinch when Hoseok touches your face. 

“You’re flinching as if I’d ever hurt you.” Hoseok shakes his head. “I got you out of your own debt, remember? I helped uplift you while your friends were going through their own karma. I did.” Hoseok speaks, each word his voice raises higher and higher. “Right?”

“Hoseok please-”

“Right?!”

You flinch once more at the shout. “Yes.” you respond meekly. “I-I didn’t mean to go that far with you.”

“I know, baby.” Hoseok discards the vibrator and places both hands onto your face. “I know,” he repeats. “That’s why I chose to forgive you and give you another chance. Now you and I could truly be together.”

Hoseok frightened you - deep  down you tell yourself that Jay was in there somewhere. A year of loving one another, there was never any slip up. Jay cared for you. He loved you unconditionally and put you before anything.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes, Y/N.” Hoseok sighs. “You’re not scared of me. You’re scared of the situation. I would never hurt you or I would have already.”

That doesn’t make your heart beat slow.

“You and I could be together again truthfully. We can continue to love one another.” Hoseok kisses along your face, the same feathery kisses that Jay would give you. “No Mi-sun, no Jang-Mi, no Minji. Just you and I.” he speaks again, his lips pecking yours. “Right?”

Jay always loved you, but this was Hoseok and at the moment, Hoseok terrified you to the core. You were nothing without Jay and you allowed Jay to fully take care of you like he insisted.  

“Yes.” you nod, defeated and unsure of what to do. Your bound wrist hurt as did your ankles. 

“I love you, baby.” Hoseok pecks your lips once more, smiling into it.

You were sure Jay loved you, wherever inside Hoseok he was residing - and that fact was the only thing keeping you from crying further.

[explicit-tae]

Contagious

An alternate world in which at the age of 25, your true soulmate is revealed. Some choose to defy the soulmate tie - but you refuse; especially when it’s revealed to be your sisters boyfriend.

Warning; cheating, sweating, begging, gagging, nipple play, breast play, nipple sucking, oral (f & m receiving), face sitting, porn with little plot lol, dirty talk, swallowing,

Word Count: 4,104

Alternate Universe

Not everyone enjoyed the idea of soulmates. Who the hell did the universe think they were supplying a human being to be your soulmate - someone you could never know until the day came? It was comical, truly, that at the age of 25 you were deemed "ready enough" to encounter your soulmate. You could be in a relationship or vice versa and suddenly, poof - the person you adored is no longer the one you wish to be with.

Of course, some choose to ignore their soulmates all together. It was easier said than done. If you never met your soulmate face to face made things easier. Eye contact was a guarantee give away and to deny the soul tie would be difficult for both parties, but not impossible. You've read many stories of soulmates ignoring their birth right - it caused scarring and sickness, even paranoia; but it wasn't impossible.

Ignoring your birth right wasn't something you were choosing to do yourself. Your 25th birthday was a day you were jumping with joy at the idea of finding your soulmate. You felt hot and heavy, a sign in which your soulmate was nearby. It frightened you - who was he or she and why were they close? Did your soulmate not wish to be with you? If they were close, that meant you knew of them, and they knew of you. If so, it could only mean they knew of you and didn't wish to follow their birth right.

You were correct when your eyes met Min Yoongi the same day. The fluttering feeling of your heart beating faster, the way your palms begin to sweat, and your legs quivered. The chattering around you died down, coming to complete silence and all your eyes could focus on was his and his presence only. His scent nearly made you intoxicated - manly and woody; it causes your mouth to water.

The problem was nearby - and it caused for you to break your trance away from Yoongi. You watched as arms embraced Yoongi and brought him into a tight hug. His eyes doesn't break from yours when your elder sister hugs him close, oblivious to connection radiating from the two of you. You felt sickened to your stomach at the sight, and it also causes your heart to ache, but you had no reason to be upset. He wasn't yours - officially - and your sister had him first. She was one of the many women to ignore her birth right and declared that she would choose her soulmate instead of having it be chosen for her.

Your stomach churns at the sight once more. Yoongi was older than you and your sister, which meant he knew of your soul tie to him for just as long. You pondered if he cares - if he was similar to your sister in ignoring soul ties. Your sister and you were opposites when it came to the universe - though you weren't completely untouched. You weren't opposed to dating or hooking up; however, you were adamant on never settling for anyone who wasn't your soul mate.

"I'm going to be late." you hear your sister's voice pipe up.

"Where are you going?" you murmur, fingers picking at the skin of your hand. "I thought we were going to brunch."

It was your sister's idea, after all, to spend the night at her place and get brunch the next day in celebration of your birthday - and not to celebrate the day you'd find your soul tie.

"I doubled booked." Your sister giggles, but you don't find anything amusing, especially when it came to a special day such as this. "I forgot I told Yui I'd meet her for brunch last week. We can definitely do dinner."

Your cheeks flushes in embarrassment. You can feel the eyes of Yoongi on you, possibly the same pity eyes he always sent you when it came to your sister's carelessness. It wasn't the first time she brushed you off completely and it'd never be the last.

Taking a deep breath, you nod. "Okay." you agreed. "I'll just..."

"Why doesn't she go with you?" Yoongi's voice is deep and raspy, and you swear you can feel your clit pulsing at the sound of it. "You see Yui every other day." he murmurs to her, annoyance evident in his tone.

Your sister sucks her teeth.

"It's fine." you assure, shaking your head. Your sister and you weren't close, nor did the two of you fight constantly. There wasn't much of a sisterhood between the both of you. She was the elder sister who excelled in whatever she did and went against the norm. You were the quiet younger sister who decided to live in tradition more than anything.

"See? She's fine." Your sister brushes Yoongi's concerns off with a tap on the shoulder. "I'll be back later. It's happy hour."

Yoongi scoffs lowly, eyes trailing as your sister strolls off with her purse. The front door open and closes and it's soon silence between the two of you. He wasn't surprised by your sister's ignorance; she's done this time and time again. However, a birthday was sacred and personal - not a happy hour brunch with a friend.

"I gotta-"

"We should talk." Yoongi interrupts. Your 25th birthday was the day he was dreading ever since he began dating your sister. He passed the age of soul ties and once realized that he has yet met his destined soulmate, he decided to settle with your sister. They moved in with one another after a year and by the second, he had met you - his soul mate. It made his life extremely complicated.

"I don't think-"

Yoongi reaches out for you - a mistake - once you're turning away to walk down the hall to the guest bedroom. A shock runs through his veins at your touch; goosebumps erupting his skin. He flinches away from you as if you burned him, eyes wide. He never felt such a sensation - never felt the need to touch anyone until now.

Shit.

Your smell was intoxicating now more than ever. Your scent forever lingeried in his presence upon meeting you years ago. Your sister's scent being fruitier, it was easier to hide your scent. Now, he's unsure if he could ever get the scent out of his mind.

"I'm sorry." Yoongi chokes out. He understands you - he can feel your sorrow. He chose to ignore his soul tie to you and continue being one with your sister. It was selfish of him, he understood; especially how your sister told him how traditional you were when it came to the universe. Yoongi hated conflict and breaking apart a family isn't something he wished to do.

"Don't be." You managed to choke out, throat tight. You couldn't be upset at Yoongi. You were upset with yourself more than anything. The universe could choose your soulmate, but they couldn't make the person consent into loving you. While you brushed all of your love interests away to be with yours, it wasn't guaranteed your soulmate would do the same. "Why didn't you...tell me?"

'Why would he?' You ask yourself. Yoongi and you weren't friends, only cordial. He has been with your sister for years and the thought of him being your soulmate now makes you sick at the universe for how foolish you truly were.

"I love her." Yoongi's words come out as a whisper and his heart churns at the way your face falls. He was hurting himself along with you. Soul ties did this to you. He could feel your pain and confusion; betrayal.

"I got to go." you cough, vision blurring. The years you studied soul ties, they never told you love would hurt like this. Being denied by your soulmate felt worse than any pain you felt before.

"I don't love you any less." Yoongi hurries to stop you, hands curling around your wrist. "I love you, Y/N, but I cannot betray your sister. Not now." Yoongi shakes his head.

He loves you.

Yoongi loves you.

Yoongi loves you?

"I thought if I," Yoongi swallows the lump in his throat. "helped you that it would be enough."

You furrow a brow. "Help...me?"

"I was the one who paid your tuition. Not fully," Yoongi gulps. "I had help but-"

"You." Your eyes widen. You were swimming in debt after college and the office job helped pay the bills, but it wasn't enough to cover such a hefty bill such as tuition. You told yourself after you finished writing your book (that you haven't even began) that you could be the next big author of the decade.

"I recommended you to Hobi-ah. Said you'd be a good addition to his company."

You blinked your eyes several times. "That's how I got hired to a job I never applied to." you scoff, knitting your brows. You swore that your boss, Hoseok, gaslit you into working for him. He gave you a call and stated that he went through your resume and thought you were the perfect match. After several minutes of speaking, you had a job and left yourself confused, but willing to work.

"I told myself that if I couldn't be with you that at least you'll be alright. That you'd write the book you've been struggling on for years and publish it. That you'll become a big time author and maybe move on from me-"

Yoongi's stunned when he feels your lips on his - soft and inviting. Your hands wrap around his neck and your body pushes against his.

'This is wrong.' he tells himself. 'I'm not a single man.'

But kissing you felt right. He felt alive - his body electrifying with each passing second. His mind screamed at him to stop - your sister was who be loved. Yes, he admitted long ago that he couldn't truly love her the way he wanted to; not with you around. But he could never cause your relationship with her to crumble because of fate.

"Tell me to stop." Your lips say against his lips, so inviting that it's painful at the thought of you halting your actions.

'Stop.' Yoongi's mind demands, but his words don't register. Instead, his tongue dips inside your mouth and marvels at how warm and savory your tongue feels against his.

'Tell her to stop.'

Yoongi's hands find your body and he wastes no time in trailing his hands upwards to grope your breast. His breath hitches at the sensation of your clothed against the palm of his hands.

'Tell her to stop.'

Your moans are sweet melodies his ears are blessed to hear. His hands are large massaging your breast, fingers pinching your nipples between massages.

'Tell her to stop!'

"Don't stop." You moan, a string of saliva connecting your tongue to his and it was enough for Yoongi to be fully consumed by you.

"I never knew you cook." Your sister giggles after taking a bite of her food, more like a nibble. She wasn't going to eat it, she wasn't much of a pork eater.

But Yoongi was, the soul tie telling you.

Speaking of the man, he appears as though he's being tortured. The last he seen of you was a month prior on your birthday - the same birthday he cheated on his longtime girlfriend.

It was difficult for Yoongi to sit across from you when he seen you naked below (and on top) of him. It plagued his mind for the entirety of the days to come, but the guilty he experienced ate him alive. He couldn't look his girlfriend i the eye. He couldn't touch her, either. All her sexual advances had been rejected and he could only guess how horrible she feels.

Yoongi wasn't the only individual who had their mind clouded. Your mind never removed Yoongi from them. The animalistic side he displayed while fucking you - how needy and hard he was, how passionate the sex was between true soulmates.

Minutes felt like seconds when you were with Yoongi, a blur. You laid naked before him on the very bed he shared with your sister. Your mind yells at you to stop - to not be a homewrecker. But your heart and lust tell you to continue - that you were doing nothing wrong. Yoongi may be your sister's boyfriend, but he was your soul mate.

Yoongi's hands engulf your naked breasts, massaging until your nipples stiffen. He licks his lips, head dipping down to wrap his tongue around it. It's savory, causing not only for you to moan at the sensation, but for him as well. Yoongi's breathing quickens as he gets caught into the act of suckling your breast. 

Yoongi shivers, goosebumps covering his skin. He could suck every inch of your body for hours - he could orgasm by just doing so. He was leaking, his cock feeling moist against his boxer briefs. Foreplay with your sister wasn't as amazing as this - but she wasn't his soulmate. You were, and sex with your soulmate was far more intense than with anyone else. 

"I need to taste you." Yoongi pops a nipple from his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing it. "You want to ride my face, baby?"

You melt against the bed, fingers clenching against Yoongi's shirt. You tug at it, nodding your head. You couldn't imagine not sitting on Yoongi's face while his tongue pleasures you. 

Yoongi grunts and removes his shirt. His briefs were tight against his bulge, but he ignores it. He needed you on his tongue now more than ever.

You yelp when Yoongi flips you, your dripping pussy against his lips. His tongue pokes out to lick a savory lick against your clit, eyes staring right into yours. 

"S-shit." you hiss, thighs buckling. You slowly grind against his tongue, your eyes fluttering. 

You were in bliss. This is all you ever desired - to be one with your soulmate. Sex wasn't as good as this - it never would be if it wasn't with Yoongi. 

Your breathing quickens when Yoongi's hands place them on your hips and encourages you to grind against him roughly. His eyes doesn't leave you, completely satisfied that he gets to please you in such a way. Your taste causes his mind to spin, and he determines that you were the best pussy he's ever tasted. 

Yoongi was addicted. 

Yoongi's right hand reaches up to clench your breast. You're twitching against him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. But Yoongi doesn't halt - no, he doesn't dare. He's slurping your clit aggressively as if his life depended on it, and in a way it did. You were his soul mate. He could feel what you felt - and you were cumming.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you moan out, body twitching against Yoongi's tongue licking up your juices.

You clench your legs just thinking about it. The way you came on Yoongi's tongue was a first in a lifetime orgasm that you couldn't give up. The weeks leading up to today was torture. You couldn't stop touching yourself at the memory of Yoongi in bed with you. But it wasn't enough. Nor was the vibrator and even the dildo you recently purchased.

You lick your lips at Yoongi, heart content that he's enjoying your cooking. You were positive he would, soul ties have several benefits in and outside of sex.

"I'm going to go make a sandwich." your sister stands from her seat, placing the pork contents onto Yoongi's plate.  "And rummage through your cabinets."

Your sister rounds the corner to your kitchen. You can hear her doing as she said she would, opening and closing your fridge and cabinets.

Your eyes glance at Yoongi from across of you. He's finishing up his plate as you watch him. The sounds your sister is making was what caused you to act in such a way. 

Yoongi yelps when something pinches his thigh. His head snaps up to survey his surroundings, not finding you. He dips his head underneath the table and gulps when he witnesses you. 

"Y/N-"

"I need you." you begged, eyes pleading him. It makes him weak, but his brain allows him to shake his head. 

"Y/N, not now." Yoongi hisses, eyes wide with shock. You're so beautiful kneeling before him, but your sister was in the next room. 

Yoongi doesn't stop your hands from inching towards his (hardened) length. 

"She won't hear if you're quiet." You lick your lips. Your own judgment was clouding you. Never in a million years would you have done this, but you'll blame your soul tie (and lust) for Yoongi. "Don't you want me?"

Fuck. 

Yoongi finds himself nodding. His eyes glance to the doorway where your sister stood behind, making her sandwich. 

The things his soulmate was making him do. 

But he couldn't fully blame you. His heart ached for you while he laid next to your sister at night. His mind often played flashbacks of his night with you, and it drove him insane.

"I need you, Yoongi." you begged, falling back against the bed. "I need you inside of me."

"Yeah, baby?" Yoongi slithers on top of you. His lips kiss along your jaw. "You want me to fuck you?"

Yoongi shivers, biting his lips. His hands rub along your thighs. He wished nothing more than to be deep inside of you - to coat every inch of your walls with his cum until you were dripping.

Yoongi's thoughts were filthy. He managed to keep his thoughts of you at ease, but now that the both of you were together and fully aware of the soul tie, his mind couldn't help but crave you. 

Yoongi manages to release his cock. He couldn't wait a second longer - not while you laid beneath him begging to be fucked. 

Yoongi positions his cock at your entrance, gently rubbing against your clit. He grunts - you were the wettest pussy he's encountered. He ponders how in the world he was going to get you out of his mind once the deed was done. 

"Shiiiit." Yoongi grunts as he enters you. You're warm and wet and he regrets not doing this with you sooner.

Yoongi was but a man, but he tries. He tries to be gentle and slow, but your soft moans mixed with the tightness of your pussy sends him over the edge. He couldn't help but fuck into you, snapping his hips to get deeper inside of you. 

Your eyes snap shut. You never felt complete such as this. His cock was made for you, truly. Your pussy was made for him, the way it squelches was just one way of knowing.  

"This pussy was made for me, baby." Yoongi grumbles, nails digging into your skin. He wraps your legs around his waist and snaps his hips inside of you. "You're so wet and tight for me."

Neither of you cared at the mess you were making on his bed, nor the ruckus that echoed across the room. Skin slapping, heavy breathing and moans - it was sickening truly at how comfortable the two of them felt when at any given moment they could be caught. But at this moment, neither of you bothered to care. It was just the two of you in this moment - and you couldn't ask for anything else. 

Yoongi was a man and no matter how hard he tried to not be filthy, he couldn't control himself. He fucked you on your back with your knees behind your ears. He fucked you from behind, hands slapping your ass while you pleaded for more. He flipped and even managed to fuck you while you rode him - and yet and still he could never be tired of the way your pussy felt heavenly for him - just for him.

Yoongi hurryingly pushed down his pants, eyes darting to the doorway. 

Your hands wrap around his cock hungrily, mouthwatering. This would be your first-time blowing Yoongi and you couldn't wait.

You wasted no time in licking the tip of Yoongi's cock like your favorite lollipop. Your hands thrust and rub against the base while you suck the tip of his cock. 

Yoongi bites his lip to hide the moans. Your mouther was amazing, almost as amazing as your pussy. The adrenaline rushing through him excites him. The thought of almost being caught with your lips wrapped around his cock brings the excitement he never knew he desired. 

You bring Yoongi's cock deeper into your mouth. You feel his fingers tangle into your hair, bringing his cock deeper and deeper. 

"Y/N!" your sister calls, but Yoongi couldn't stop himself from thrusting into you. "I'm going to use the last of this mayonnaise."

Your eyes watered as you peered up at a grunting Yoongi. Saliva slides down the corner of your mouth and you could no longer help the low gagging noises when Yoongi reaches your throat. 

"Fuck baby." Yoongi grunts. He slaps your cheeks, eyes dark. There was something sinister in him that desired to do every and anything filthy to you. You were more than willing. "You want us to get caught, don't you?"

You do, as fucked up as it was. You wished nothing more than your sister to see you and your soulmate doing what you were destined to. It was terrible, but it was what she deserved. If she would have agreed to be with her own soulmate you wouldn't have to sneak to be with yours.

Yoongi slides the chair back. If he was going to cum before your sister returned, he'd need to be his usually rough self. He thrusts deeper into your throat. Your sister opens and closes the fridge a few more times, but no footsteps could be heard. 

Your eyes catch Yoongi's, though blurry and teary eyed. 

"You're so beautiful for me, baby." Yoongi murmurs, cock twitching inside of you. "My beautiful soulmate. So dirty...all for me."

Yoongi thrusts a few more times before he cums deep inside of your mouth. It hits the back of your throat, and you swore you'd choke. 

"I love you." Yoongi hisses, legs giving out and he falls back into the chair. 

Your eyes widen, swallowing the cum inside your mouth. Yoongi is breathing heavily but manages to lift his pants up while you wipe your mouth. Your sister is finishing up, you can hear her footsteps come closer.

Your lips place themselves onto Yoongi's in a quick kiss. "I love you, too." you murmur against his lips and push yourself back to your seat. 

"Are you sure this is something you'd want to publish?" your editor snickers, but she's overly amused. 

Months had since passed, and Yoongi and you were left a secret. Everything between the two of you weren't sexual. You two went out on dates, but in the next town over. Your sister had several friends and being caught would only assure that your sister would know. 

Yoongi insisted that he and your sister weren't together anymore sexually, but the titled as his girlfriend still remained to her. It upset you, but he wasn't lying about not touching her. She has ranted how the sex was nonexistent and she was not only sexually frustrated, but physically and emotionally. 

"Yes." you nod your head. 

You managed to finish the book you were writing. The original plot had since changed into the new one, a memoir of your time as a mistress to your soulmate. Your editor insisted that it would be a best-seller, but your reputation would be rooted as a homewrecker. 

It was a risk you were willing to take, however, in order to have Yoongi be yours fully. It was a risk that your sister would come to despise you, but that was what you were willing to endure.

Yoongi was a man that hated conflict. He couldn't hurt your sister more than what he already was. He thought if he became emotionally (and physically) unavailable that she would eventually leave him. 

But you knew your sister. She was stubborn - persistent.

But so were you. 

"What's the title?" your editor raises her brow. In a short few weeks, the book would be published, and no doubt would it be a best-seller amongst young adults. You'll be on your book tour with promoting your book and then will be rolling in cash - all about you cheating with your sister's boyfriend. 

"Contagious." You respond, heart beating rapidly. You couldn't believe you were doing this - but it needed to be done. For you and Yoongi's relationship. He was your soulmate, after all, and he could never remain upset with you for long. 

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Unusual Suspects

You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure.

Warning: yandere themes, catfishing, blackmailing, coercion, namjoon x reader, sexting, sextoys, squirting, fingering, sexual enhancement, voyeurism, cursing, reader is naive of course, fingering, nipple sucking, creampie, backshots, oral (f receiving), humiliation kink, blackmailing,

Word Count: 6,856

@bloodline1632 @darkuni63 @seokjinkismet @castlewolfsbane

'I always thought you were beautiful.'

Your smile slowly widens as you read the message on your phone.

Namjoon was - in your eyes - the man of your dreams. He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. Perfect smile with the same perfect set of teeth. Dimples cheeks so deep, you swear you could probably cuddle in them - of course not literally. Overall, Namjoon was the whole package. He was intelligent, studying English at a neighboring university.

You began speaking with him around three months ago. You were already too timid to introduce yourself when you met him officially three months before that at a party (via your best friend, Taehyung). They weren't close, friendly acquaintances at best.

When you got a message from an instagram account claiming to be Namjoon, you were over the moon. The account had several hundred followers and many pictures that you never questioned if it was him or not. As the both of you spoke often, you received pictures from Namjoon personally - pictures of him at museums or taking walks at parks.

You weren't opposed in sending your own pictures of you visiting museums, as well, or strolling through gardens or frequenting cafes and bookstores. Namjoon was a good conversationist. There was never a dull moment when they both of you were immersed in your conversations about life and any and everything.

The intimate pictures came recently, Namjoon sending one first. A picture of him laying down, clothed bulge on display. The sight of it makes your mouth water and thighs clench. You were hesitant to send your own pictures, but you do. You were self-conscious about your body. You never were sure if you had the flat stomach, decent size breast and butt. However, sitting and dwelling on it would do nothing but make you insecure so you sent the picture.

You didn't regret it when Namjoon sends a flood of messages claiming that you were beautiful, comparing your beauty to goddess and even angels. You were flattered and it causes you to send even more pictures - each one becoming more explicit and raunchier.

It didn't stop at pictures. He'd send you videos of him, claiming that your beauty was what caused him to touch himself. He'd send you videos of him pumping his cock in the camera, heavy breathing in the background. He asks you to do the same and when you do, you feel unsure. You never touched yourself on camera; and even if you, you'd never send it to anyone.

Vaginas weren't appealing to you. You didn't enjoy touching yourself without a toy because of the wetness it caused, but for Namjoon you would. The sensation was weird at first but knowing that Namjoon would enjoy your videos doesn't cause you to stop. You plunge your fingers in and out of you, breathing deeply until you're moaning his name.

Each video session you sent one another, you became more comfortable. You appeared naked more often than not, nipples erect and more willing to add your face into said videos - even if Namjoon never did.

You were hesitant to tell Taehyung. He has been your best friends since childhood and any crush you had he never approved of. When you'd attempt to date, he'd claim that he was a male and understood how males worked. He'd never stopped you from dating but wasn't one to not say "I told you so" when the boys you chose weren't who they said they were.

Taehyung had caught you one night. The both of you live together in an apartment a few blocks away from the University you attended. You were careless this time. Taehyung being one of your closest friends, he didn't care much for personal space. He'd walk in on you while you showered and speak to you as if nothing was wrong. He'd walk around in his underwear and even walk into your room without as much as knocking. There had been many times Taehyung had caught you masturbating - this time it felt more humiliating because you were recording.

Taehyung wasn't going to let it go until you told him who you were sending those videos to, so when you did, you can see the glint in his eyes. He wasn't thrilled about you sending pictures to Namjoon, but you were a grown woman. You could do whatever you wanted and what you were doing wasn't illegal. Besides, Namjoon was a good guy unlike the others you were interested in.

You and Namjoon never spoke on the phone, nor spoke face to face - even though Facetime. You tried, but it failed each time. Namjoon claimed to never have the time and you were understanding - Taehyung not so much. But you were adamant about Namjoon being who he says he was. He posted regularly on his instagram and on his stories - the bike rides were your favorite.

'Do you like the gift?'

The message reads.

'I can't wait to see you ride it.'

You only agreed in riding the sex toy Namjoon had sent to you if you could do it on facetime. You had called and was surprised that he answered. It was dark but you could see his dimples even in the dark. Namjoon turns the camera to his exposed cock and you felt compelled to ride the cock he sent; your mind fantasizing that it was him you were riding.

Your pussy clenches around the dildo, juices sliding down the shaft of the large cock you rode. You moan each time your crash down on it - Namjoon's muffled moans in the background as you do so. He's currently pumping his cock roughly, eyes stuck on your tight pussy.

You moan his name loudly, not caring if Taehyung was home and could hear you. He would surely never let you live this down, but you were determined to cum with Namjoon.

You do cum, juices flooding out of you, and you release one last high pitch moan.

Taehyung does indeed laugh at you, making his own high-pitched moans imitating your own.

Taehyung begins to miss you. You were his best friend, someone who would always be there when he needed you. He took your time for granted. You had boyfriends and lovers, sure, but they never took up much of your time.

Namjoon, however, had. You'd often be on your phone when you were home, eyes glued to the screen completely. Your signature movie marathons were interrupted when the notification from your phone went off. You'd be smiling ear to ear and suddenly, he was second place.

You and Taehyung couldn't as much as play Mario Kart without you pausing to send a message to Namjoon and now, you were working his nerves. You were always his number one girl - hell, his number one person. As much as he had girlfriends, he'd never let them come between your friendship. His former girlfriends never understood that you were his best friend and came first - maybe that's why he was single now.

"We need to talk." Taehyung pipes up one day during dinner. You were both eating burgers and the constant sound of your phone going off was driving him irate.

You furrow a brow at Taehyung but nod.

"Are you sure you're speaking with Namjoon?"

You stop chewing. You turn towards him on the couch and stare for a few moments.

"Don't give me that look, Y/N." Taehyung rolls his eyes. "You said you never seen in face during these calls."

Maybe Taehyung was being picky and possibly confrontational. However, your well-being was his top concern. There was a possibility that whoever you were conversing with could be a creep using your naivety to their advantage.

"You do this all the time, Tae." You murmur, voice low. You no longer have an appetite.

"Y/N..." Taehyung sighs. He understands that tone in your voice. "I don't mean to hurt you-"

"You think Namjoon could never like me." you shrug your shoulders, biting your lip. "No man can ever like me in your eyes."

"That's not true!" Taehyung exclaims. He places his plate on the coffee table and turns to you fully. "I love you, Y/N. You know this. I just don't want you to be taken advantage of."

Taehyung was no fighter, but if your well-being was compromised, he would. He was a man, after all, and men had sick thoughts. Some thoughts he would never bring to the light, but they remained there, nonetheless. He'd hate to see you in a situation that could bring you to a depressive state.

"I just miss you. I miss us." Taehyung leans back into the couch and releases a sigh. "You're always talking to Namjoon and you never have time for me anymore."

"Aww," you began to smile. "Tae Tae!" you laugh. You lean forward to wrap your friend into a hug. "You missed me this much?"

Taehyung chuckles. "I hate you." he responds, but he returns your hug, nonetheless.

Taehyung was jealous, he'd admit. He'd never felt as if he'd ever lose you to another man before.

But Taehyung understood that one day you'd need to find a partner and eventually, you'd get married and have a family of your own. There would come a time where Taehyung won't be the most important person in your life anymore, and though it'll hurt, he'd have to get over it.

"You know I'd never leave you behind, Tae." you tell him, assuring. You lean back from the embrace. "Do you...think it's Namjoon?"

Taehyung bites his lips. He's unsure himself. A part of him wants to believe that Namjoon is the man you're speaking with. But he was sure this could be an episode of Catfish. You rarely speak to him on the phone, and when you do manage to facetime him, his face is never in the camera.

Taehyung swallows. "Well..." he trails off. "Why don't you ask to meet up?" Namjoon lives in the same city and goes to a neighboring university. Meeting up wouldn't be anything difficult if he is who he claims to be.

"I tried." you nod your head. "He...he says he's busy with school work and-"

"Y/N." Taehyung interrupts. "What did I tell you?"

You roll your eyes and groan out, "If a man wants to see me-"

"He'd make the effort to." Taehyung finishes with a nod. "Now, maybe this is Namjoon. But if you're going to keep fucking yourself-"

You widen your eyes and yelp. "Shut up!" you slap his shoulder.

Taehyung released a loud, deep laugh. "Don't hit me! I'm just saying, Y/N. You can't keep doing this virtual relationship when we live in the same city as the man."

You knew Taehyung was right. There's been many offers on your part to meet up, but they were always shut down. You tried to be supportive and understanding, but it was frustrating.

"Do you think he has a girlfriend, maybe?"

"Please don't put those thought in my head." you groan out, hands on your head now. "I cannot imagine being the other woman, Tae Tae."

Taehying shakes his head. "I'm just curious. Nothing more, nothing less." he assures. He knew what you were when you got into your own head. "Let's go out. It's happy hour."

You snicker. "You don't drink often."

"Duh." Taehyung responds matter-of-factly. "Half off all smoothies. Let's go, we only have about 30 minutes left."

This is what you adored about Taehyung. He was spontaneous in a way. He wasn't like other men and was a nerd at heart. You two had traditions. Every Monday there was a movie marathon you both attended in the living room - you both had later classes and didn't need to work. Wednesdays were considered errand day. Taehyung claimed to hate this day, but he never allowed you to hold a bag from the grocery store after running around throwing everything in the cart.

Taehyung was your best friend and you're grateful that you met him many years ago; and just as grateful that you maintained the friendship even into your adulthood.

"Y/N, open the door!"

You lean against the bathroom door, tears trailing down your eyes at an alarming pace. Your hands tangle in your hair and you're doing everything in your power to calm your breathing. 

You're embarrassed.

You're traumatized.

You're disgusted with yourself more than anything. 

Taehyung continues to knock on the door in hopes you'd open up to him. He hated seeing you cry. You appeared vulnerable and fragile. But he was your best friend and needed to help you through your pain.

You fingers pull your hair at the scalp while you attempted to drown out Taehyung's knocks and calls. 

You were wrong about him - Namjoon. You couldn't face Taehyung now. You were positive that he wouldn't laugh in your face about how you were wrong about him. However, you wish that the ground would crumble up and swallow you whole. 

While Taehyung and you were out getting smoothies, his eyes had caught an interesting site. Namjoon wasn't someone that you could miss easily. He was as tall as he was clumsy, and clumsy he surely was. Him dropping three smoothies onto the ground as soon as he got it causes Taehyung to offer help.

Taehyung and he chatted for a few moments, laughing at how clumsy he was. They weren't friends, but they weren't strangers.

That was your moment to enter. Maybe he didn't see you there with Taehyung. When else would you get the opportunity to meet with him? You introduced yourself and Namjoon offers a wide dimpled smile that faded each moment as you began to speak. He was confused - genuinely confused on what you were speaking of. 

"You were talking to me?" Namjoon ponders aloud. "I-I...don't think it was me."

You felt hot upon hearing the words. The confusion on his face, mixed with the hesitance in his voice. He was telling the truth. He didn't know who you were in the slightest.

"Hold on!" Namjoon calls, but you sprint out of the cafe. Taehyung follows close behind you.

"Open the door, Y/N. Please talk to me." Taehyung is begging now, pleading with everything in him for you to speak with him.

Taehyung steps back when the door swings open. Your eyes were puffy, and cheeks stained with tears. He steps forward to engulf you in a hug, but you step around him. You make a dash to you into your room, but Taehyung is trailing close behind you. As you try to slam your door, Taehyung pushes his way through. "Ignoring me won't make it go away."

"I don't want to talk." you cry. It was bad enough that you had to deal with the fact that you were dumb enough to believe Namjoon would talk to you. Now, having to face Taehyung - someone who voiced his own concerns about it - was just a slap to the face.

"Y/N. I'm your friend!" Taehyung hisses. He doesn't mean for his words to come off harsh, but he would be damned if he allowed you to be alone in your own self-pity. "Let me comfort you."

And you do. Taehyung doesn't speak when you cry into his chest. He was sure his shirt would be covered in tears and snot by the time you were done, but nothing a little laundry detergent and water could help.

Taehyung rubs your back soothingly when you calm down. He doesn't push you to talk to him right away. He understands your hurt - he only wish he could take your pain away. 

"I feel so stupid." you murmur after an hour. Taehyung and you now laid upon your bed, your head on his shoulder. "Namjoon must think I'm a loser."

"He doesn't." Taehyung responds. "He looked concern. I didn't have a chance to speak with him." You were his main concern, but he'll have to get in contact with Namjoon and explain the situation sooner or later. 

"You were right." you bitterly scoff. "I showed my body to some creep like a whore."

"Stop it, Y/N. You aren't a whore." Taehyung turns to you. He's glad you aren't crying anymore, but he wasn't going to listen to you insult yourself. "You were catfished. it happens to all of us. Block that person immediately."

And you do. You were hesitant in the beginning. A part of you wanted to believe that the person you were speaking with was indeed Namjoon, but you understood you had to do what was best - which was blocking the catfisher. It shouldn't be anything to question. It was the obvious thing to do, but you can't stop yourself from feeling empty afterwards.

Taehyung on the other hand decided that he needed to keep you at eye level. He didn't wish to smother you - being overly affectionate about your situation would only make you think about the situation more often. But he knew he needed to be there for you as much as you'd let him. 

A week thus far had passed, and Taehyung is unsure how you're handling everything. He's sure you're choosing to ignore everything. each moment he'd ask if you're alright, you'd brush him off as if it was obvious that you were indeed alright. "Why wouldn't I be?" you'd ask in response. Why wouldn't you be alright? You were catfished by who the hell knows. This person has your nudes plastered all over their phone. It would be traumatizing for anyone.

Another week passes and you're walking alongside Taehyung to your joint apartment. You're content that he hasn't spoken about the situation. You were glad you had a Taehyung in your life that cares for you, but you needed nothing more than to move on from this situation. 

Taehyung presses the buttons to the apartment to unlock it. He twists the door and swings it open. He flicks on the lights and halts in his tracks. 

You push around him to enter. Your eyes catch the scene before you and you suddenly feel sick to your stomach. 

"Y/N..."

You don't respond to Taehyung. Instead, your eyes are flickering to the countless pictures hanging in the apartment - all of you. The same pictures you sent to the catfisher. 

'Who the hell are you?'

The last thing you wanted to do was get in contact with someone you never wanted to speak with again. This same someone could be someone dangerous and deranged. 

How the catfisher managed to figure out where you lived to just display countless pictures of you - the same ones you sent to them - was psychotic behavior. 

Taehyung had watched you break down one too many times, but this was different. You cried even harder as you snatched all the pictures and crumbled them in your hands. He's unsure what to do - how to comfort you. He's breathing heavily and he's attempting to rack his brain around this situation. 

Taehyung asks if you'd like to go to the police station and report this. It was stalking and harassment, surely there was something that could be done. But you turned the idea down. You were humiliated. How could you go to someone and admit that you were catfished in the most obvious way and now being tormented?

Your hands snatch your phone from your bed once you received a notification. It was them. 

You read the message while licking your lips in anticipation. 

'Hello, Y/N.'

You're pissed now. Why were they responding as if nothing was gone?

'I'm sure you feel stupid.'

They were taunting you now. As if you were some type of joke in their sick game.

'What do you want from me?'

You hesitantly wait for a response. You're unsure if you want to know. The type of material they had on you was enough to ruin your life.

'To embarrass you.'

Your eyes begin to water. You're racking your brain to figure out what you did to deserve this? Did they know who you were personally? You weren't one to be rude to anyone, even when they deserved it. You've gone to restaurants where your order has been royally fucked up and you've never complained. You were polite when needed to. At your own job, the customers and their attitudes were off the wall, however, you could never bring yourself to give the same energy they gave.

'You've allowed me to embarrass you. You've sent me these pictures. They belong to me now.'

Your stomach churns.

'And you also belong to me now.'

Taehyung knocks at your door. He hasn't heard from you in hours. He told himself it was best to leave you be for a while, but a while has passed. He feared you would hurt yourself. No, you never did anything to hurt yourself before, but you've never been through anything such as this.  

Taehyung twists your doorknob and pokes his head in. The room is dark, but he can see your body curled on your bed, head faced down. He hears slight sobs, and he feels horrible. "Y/N?" he calls, stepping forward. "Don't cry."

It was easier said than done. It wasn't Taehyung being harassed by a random person who knew a little too much about you. 

"We're going to get through this." Taehyung places a hand on your back and begins to rub. "We can go to the police-"

"No." you jolt up and shake your head. You proceed to wipe your eyes. "They h-have pictures and videos and..."

"Sshh..." Taehyung shakes his head. "I understand but-"

"But they own me." you scoff bitterly. "They said...they said I have to do things for them. Him. Them...I don't even know if it's one person or not."

Taehyung furrows a brow. "Do things for them? What the hell do they want?" he hisses. 

You begin to cry harder. You wanted to vomit all over the place. You feel your heart begin to break at what your life was becoming. 

"Tell me, Y/N." Taehyung's voice becomes louder with authority. "What do they-"

Taehyung hears another notification. It's not your phone, but his own. He looks down at his phone and shakes his head. "I don't understand."

Your eyes watch as Taehyung opens the message and begins to read.

'Hello, Taehyung. You claim to love Y/N and would do anything for her, what are you willing to do to get her out of trouble?'

"What trouble, Y/N?" Taehyung flickers his eyes from his phone screen to you. "You can come to me for anything, you know that, right?"

"I can't-"

"Y/N you can!" Taehyung hisses, but another message comes before he can continue. 

'You two are best friends, are you not? How friendly are you?'

"What does he mean?" Taehyung scans your frightened expression. 

"He wants you to..." you feel sick, lightheaded. "to...he wants to watch you and me..."

Taehyung's expression turns from confused to puzzled in a matter of seconds at the realization. 

'I bet you're asking what I get out of this. I like to see people like you squirm. You don't deserve this, of course, but bad things always happen to good people.'

"There has to be a way to track these people." Taehyung scoffs in disbelief. There wasn't a way they were going to blackmail the two of you. 

"I-I tried...I-I-"

"Calm down." Taehyung places a hand on your knee. "It'll-"

Taehyhung's phone rings in his hands. It's the same unknown person and he answers immediately. He was ready to cuss and scream at whoever it was, but they're speaking before him. 

"You can do as I say or everyone in your contacts - both of your contacts - will know of these pictures."

Your breath hitches in your throat. You don't recognize the voice, but it appears to be using a face tone either way, possibly through an app.

"If you choose to do as I say, I will send you a link to a livestream."

"L-Livestream?" you choke. Who the hell would be watching?

"Don't worry, only I would be attending."

"What are we expected to do?" Taehyung murmurs. 

"You know. Fuck her."

You began to cry.

"You may say you're just friends, but how could you not want to fuck her when your room is exactly besides hers?"

Taehyung's fists clench. 

"Do you hear her fucking herself-"

"Stop!" Taehyung hisses. "What do you want? Money?"

"If I wanted money, I'd ask for money." the voice offers a deep chuckle. "I want to see how much of a slut she is."

Your tears are falling effortlessly down your cheeks.

"If she could bare it all for me and she wasn't certain who I truly was, what is she willing to do with someone she's known for years?"

"We don't have to do this."

You're trembling, unable to look Taehyung in the eye. You feel naked before him - and technically you are. You were by no means insecure when it came to Taehyung. He's seen you down to your bra, but that was because you were drunk out your mind. Your intoxicated state had vomited all over yourself, the floor and the surrounding people. 

This? This was different. Taehyung had never seen you in lingerie before and you're sure he didn't want to. Your arms were crossed over your chest, the lingerie you wore clinging onto your skin uncomfortably. It was lacy and black, and you're positive that it would be a set you adored if you weren't forced into.

You were shocked by Taehyung agreeing to the terms of the pyscho catfisher. In the beginning, you had concluded he only did so because you were a crying mess at the catfishers words. But when the catfisher had contacted the both of you once more a week later, Taehyung had not gone against his word. Even with the amount of demands they had - you wearing a specific lingerie that you sent to you. They have given both you and Taehyung sexual enhancements - liquid shots that you were instructed to take over 20 minutes ago on a livestream. 

You owned a laptop, but Taehyung owned a desktop setup that he was instructed to connect to a larger monitor so the catfisher could comment while being a creep and watching. 

You glanced at Taehyung and sniffled. He wore nothing but his boxer and though you never thought about Taehyung sexually, you couldn't help your eyes from wandering. You blamed the sexual enhancement.

A notification sounds from the monitor. Your head snaps to it, reading what the catfisher has written. 

'You two are boring.'

Taehyung scoffs. He turns his head towards you once more. "Y/N..."

'We don't have to do this.' But you did need to do this. The threats and harassment were becoming unbearable. If they needed to see you embarrass yourself and possibly ruin your friendship with Taehyung, then so be it.

"You need to fuck me, Tae."

Before Taehyung can react, another comment comes from the voyeuristic catfisher. 

'I want to see foreplay. Sex isn't enjoyable without it.'

You gulp. You inhale deeply and exhale slowly. You haven't had sex with a man in almost a year. By the look of Taehyung's underwear, your dildo could not prepare you enough.

'You already took the enhancements. Make this worth your while.'

Taehyung turns to you fully. He's attempted as much as he could to not look at you. He wasn't a pervert - especially to you. He loved you. You weren't the typical fuck to him. "Try...laying down."

You nod your head. You allowed your arms to fall to your sides. Taehyung himself blames the sexual enhancement he took. Had your body always been this inviting?

"W-What are we gonna do?" you murmur to him, laying down on his bed. You feel awkward and wanted to die on the spot. 

"Relax." Taehyung responds. He places a hand on your knee and gently rubs it. "I'll never hurt you, Y/N, baby."

You feel the gush rush between your legs. Goosebumps run up your arms and shakingly release a breath. Taehyung's voice could possibly never be this deep before.

"You trust me, don't you?" Taehyung kneels down, brown eyes staring into yours. When you nod your head, Taehyung offers a small smile. "Open your legs."

The lace allows Taehyung to get a glimpse at how wet your pussy was. He grunts lowly, tongue poking out to wet his lips. 

Your back arches when you feel Taehyung send a kiss on your clothed clit. You head is spinning - this was your best friend. You could even consider Taehyung to be like a brother, now you're not so sure. 

Taehyung rubs his lips against your clothed clit, his cock twitching in his underwear. It's tight and needs to be torn off, but you weren't someone he would fuck into the mattress like a savage. He had to prep you first. Your scent is inviting - it makes his mouth water. 

You can feel Taehyung's finger push the lace panty aside. You're fully exposed in front of him now.

Taehyung doesn't hold back. He licks a slow stripe up your clit and watches your reaction. It causes him to lick and suck when he notices you're just as into as he is - this frightens him. Taehyung suckles on your clit - his best friends clit - so savagely that his sucking is echoing off his bedroom walls. 

You tell yourself that this is a onetime thing - that this could never happen again. It was the sexual enhancement that has Taehyung so deep into your pussy that you're enjoying it. 

Your moans send Taehyung over the edge. He hooks his hands beneath your knees and locks you in place so he could continue to suck on your clit. He watches you, mouth agape and moaning for him so loudly that he's leaking like a teenager in his underwear. 

"Tae..." you gasp his name, flinching at the overstimulation. "....fuck."

Taehyung lifts his head and licks his lips. "Are you okay, baby?"

You moan again because shit, Taehyung was sexy. You never thought this man was anything but your cute best friend who enjoyed playing dorky games and even more dorky hobbies. Was this what his former girlfriends experienced?

Taehyung enters two fingers inside of you. He pumps slowly, astonished at how wet and tight you were. 

It's amazing that the both of you were forgetting the camera recording the livestream, but you two will blame the sexual enhancement.

"You're so wet, baby." Taehyung hisses, pumping his fingers faster. "So wet and so beautiful."

You groan, eyes squeezed shut. Your legs are quivering.

Taehyung's free hand allows your leg to fall. His hand snatches at the bra of your lingerie and tugs. He needed to suck on your breast - plump and ready. Your nipples are erect for him when he snatches them out and he doesn't hesitate to suck on them.

You can't hide your moans any longer. Your breast was a sensitive area, and Taehyung doesn't slow when he's sucking.

Taehyung's breathing quickens, sweat trickling down his forehead. He can sense that you were close to cumming just from how tight your pussy clenches around his fingers. He couldn't wait to be able to fuck you. 

"You're going to cum all over my fingers, aren't you?" Taehyung's sucking extends outside of your nipples. He's biting your breast, appearing completely animalistic, and leaving behind marks and bruises. 

"Yes, I'm gonna cum." you nod your head, hips wiggling to get away from the sensation. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." you hiss, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

The sound of the squirt sprouting out mixed with your sudden screams are a perfect melody, perfectly in sync. The bed is wet, as are you and him. 

“I’m gonna fuck you." Taehyung hisses, pushing his underwear down. 

Taehyung is huge. His cock is sprung, pink and veiny. It was perfect.

Taehyung places the tip of his cock on your clit and groans. "Fuck, baby, you're so sexy." he murmurs, eyes glued on your wet, glistening clit. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

You nod without a thought. If he could finger fuck you into oblivion, you had a wild ride ahead of you.

Taehyung enters you and hisses. There was no time to hesitate. He fucks into you deeply, hands clenching your hips. He lifts your hips so that he has full control to get deeper inside of you. 

"Shit." you moan, shaking your head. Your eyes catch on the site, Taehyung so focus on his thrusts that he doesn't notice you observing him.

Taehyung was so beautiful, so caring. You couldn't think of another man that you loved more than Taehyung.

Taehyung bites his lips, eyes flickering to yours. His heart jumps to find your eyes - filled with lust - already on him. "Feels good?" he smirks, nails digging into your skin deeper. 

"I love you, Tae." you slur your words, you're positive you could cum again right now. 

Taehyung halts his thrusts. "Huh?"

"I love you." you sigh. "Please don't stop." you beg.

You loved him. 

Taehyung knows this. Of course you love him. You two were best friends - the bestest of friends. 

But this confession of love appeared personal. 

"I love you, too, baby." Taehyung flips you around. He slams your face into his bed. Your ass is in the air, and he sends a quick slap upon it before entering you again. "How much do you love me?"

You're unable to give a response with the power in his thrusts. Your hands clench his bedsheets.

"I love you so much, Tae." you moan, eyes squeezed shut. He was fucking too good that you couldn't do anything but say you loved him. You're unsure if a man has ever made you feel as good as Taehyung did - and that was deadly. This was someone you'd had to look at once the sexual high (and enhancement) wore off.

Taehyung groans, hips snapping into you. His right hand slaps your cheek. "Say it again, baby. Say you love me."

You enjoyed being hit, Taehyung notes, you clench around him. 

"I-I love you...." you're cumming and moaning uncontrollably. 

Taehyung was near himself. You sounded so beautiful; your pussy was amazing. Your body captivates him and he surely did adore you. The sayings were correct - sex with those you loved was far more intimate when it was with someone you loved.

Taehyung shoots his cum inside of you, cursing as he does so. His cum shoots out of you and it drips down your clit and onto his bedsheets.

You fall into the bed, breathing deeply. Your eyelids were heavy.

Taehyung falls besides you and wraps an arm around your waist.

Namjoon hands squeezes the tip of his cock, his eyes are glues to the screen. He came just in time with you and Taehyung, the sight amazing. He continues to eye his screen to see the both of you soundly asleep, forgetting about you livestream show they put on for him.

Namjoon was but a man. People would say he was a sick bastard if he found out what he was doing, but he wouldn't call himself sick. He was just...a man. He had needs like the rest of the men around the world had. Sure, maybe what he was doing wasn't necessarily "human decency" but he couldn't help his self.

Namjoon understood that he had a problem at a young age. He loved to see women in positions such as this - humiliated. Degraded. Helpless.

Namjoon once attempted to get help. He spoke to therapist about his sadism. He didn't want to hurt people, no, but watching and enjoying people be humiliated brough him great pleasure.

Namjoon was a voyeur. He adored being able to sit and attend the sex parties. The gangbangs were his favorite - the sight of a woman being completed used for pleasure brought him over the edge. He understood he was a sick individual, but he was far too deep into this.

Namjoon groans, pumping his cock in his hand at the site of Taehyung pounding inside of you. It was obvious the sexual enhancement had only enhanced the sexual attraction that was already there. Taehyung licked your pussy with such need and desire - only could be done with someone he truly loved and desired.

Taehyung fucks you with such need, almost as if he was waiting for this very moment. Namjoon cums too quickly for his liking, but it wasn't long until he was erect again.

The moans from Taehyung and you were the icing on the cake. You were far into the sex that you forgot he was watching. You should thank him, truly. You were getting the best sex of your life by your best friend - yelling out constant "I love you's". Namjoon was a match-maker, he thinks.

When you fall asleep, Namjoon manages to clean himself. He showers and washes the clothes he had on prior. His mind wanders to the previous weeks. How you had introduced yourself to him and how he had to pretend not to know who you were. You were hurt and the hurt does nothing but turn him on. He remembers the way you ran out of the smoothie shop in pure embarrassment.

Taehyung calls after you, but not before stopping by Namjoon first.

"How do you think she'll handle it?" Namjoon asked, furrowing a brow.

Taehyung shrugs. "She's embarrassed. That was part of the plan."

As Namjoon exits his shower, his phone rings. He strolls back towards his bedroom where his desktop laid, livestream still on. Taehyung was not in site, but you remained asleep on the bed.

Namjoon grasps his phone and hums. He answers. "You're calling sooner than expected."

Taehyung chuckles.

"How does it feel?" Namjoon asks. "To finally fuck Y/N?"

Taehyung groans. "Like heaven." he admits.

Namjoon snorts, rolling his eyes.

Taehyung's plan to get you into bed was a wild one. When the younger man had come to him with the plan, he had laughed in his face. However, Taehyhung remained stoic. He was serious, and Namjoon was intrigued.

Taehyung was no fool to Namjoon's own kinks and fetishes. Who else would be the one to go along with his plan? Sure, Taehyung's plan was a bit insane and time consuming. "Talk to Y/N pretending to be yourself, get her comfortable and then pretend to not know who the hell she is."

It took Namjoon months to get to know you. You were a genuine person, and the wholesome part of him understood what he was doing was wrong. But, the chance to witness you vulnerable had caused him to go along with the sick plan by no one other than your best friend.

"By all means necessary." Taehyung had assured, and Namjoon had delivered.

You were a beauty. You weren't the outgoing type so to get you to become intimate with him wasn't something to be done easily. But Namjoon was persistent. He got you comfortable enough that you bore it all for him - and he had the leverage he needed to break you.

Taehyung had received all the pictures and videos you had sent Namjoon - what he did to them, Namjoon had a clue. But he wasn't one to judge; he did the same.

"What now?" Namjoon sits at his desk. You stirred but didn't wake. "Is the game over?"

Taehyung sighs. "No." he responds. "I haven't compensated you."

Namjoon scoffs. "You don't need to pay me. It was fun."

Taehyung is silent on the other end, so silent that Namjoon checks to see if he had hung up.

"Don't you want to fuck her?"

The question catches Namjoon by surprise. "H-huh?"

Taehyung snorts on the other end.

"Tae, it's not funny." Namjoon hisses. "Stop joking."

'I'm not." Taehyung quips. "Her pussy still belongs to me, Joon-ah. I just want you to...have a little taste." Taehyung voice seemingly darkens, and Namjoon stiffens.

"Is that so?" Namjoon questions.

"Of course. I have to be there, though." Taehyung says. "I'm sure we can come up with another plan for her to let the both of us have her."

"At the...same time?" Namjoon can just feel his cock harden. He never participated in a threesome before and just the thought has him ready to cum once more.

"Yes."

Namjoon licks his lips.

"Okay." Namjoon needs to keep his composure. He couldn't allow his excitement to be exposed at this moment. You were once considered off-limits, but now Taehyung was extending his possession for him. "What's the plan?"

Taehyung clicks his tongue. "I'll get back at you." he says. "I know you're hard again."

Namjoon cheeks flushs. Taehyung knew him too well.

"I'm going to fuck Y/N again and you're going to watch." Taehyung sing-songs. "Give you a little show of just how good my pussy feels. How good it'll soon feel for the both of us."

Taehyung hangs the phone up and like clockwork, he's back into the room. Namjoon gulps. Again, he was but a man - as fucked up as it was.

[explicit-tae]

Glory & Gore

The point of blind dates is to not know who you're meeting prior to the date. You were set up with Jimin by a mutual friend. Sadly for Jimin, he didn't know you were a serial killer who killed your victims after fucking their brains out. Sadly for you, you didn't know Jimin was a vampire and wouldn't be killed easily.

Warning: vampire jimin, blood, neck snapping, mentioning of killing/sucking blood, compelling, pain kink, jimin tied up, hitting (punching/slapping) stabbing, disturbing scenes, stalking, neck biting, intoxication,

Word Count: 6,570

Jimin had once loathed the idea of falling in love. He was centuries old, witnessing the world around him change and evolve to what it was now. Living through centuries to some could feel like ages, but to Jimin it was as though it flashed through his eyes in a matter of seconds. He had a good run, he'd admit. Living through plagues and wars. Meeting historical figures and even going through adrenaline rushes like jumping off of cliffs and going through high-speed chases with the police. He would say he truly lived.

It was Taehyung's idea - his long-term friend who was much of the same as him - that he starts dating. Jimin was more of the "hit it and quit it" type. He had amazing sex back in his time - dealing with orgies in the Mediterranean was possibly his favorite. Yet, he couldn't say anyone stood out to him and that was ages ago. Taehyung insisted that it was time for Jimin to settle down and, by the man's words, "Buy a home with a white picket fence, maybe a pet and find yourself a lover".

Jimin attempted to go on dates, but no one ever caught his eye. When you lived through centuries and different times, only someone quite charming could make his interest peak. By the fifth date he had understandably given up. He didn't need to find someone to live forever with - especially if that someone was meant to be a human. As long as he lived, the only person he had turned into a Vampire - the new name humans call them - was Taehyung himself. He had no real reason to turn anyone else, Taehyung being like a brother to him when he found his friend near death. Having to snap his neck after forcing him to drink his blood hurt his heart - but having Taehyung wake up blood thirsty and though not alive, seeming as if he was, was worth it.

Taehyung was the first to greet him when he returned back to the small town Taehyung now resides in. He had a few residences that he owned and had given him one to live in - coincidentally with a white picket fence - and declared that he had the perfect woman for him to date. No matter how many times Jimin insisted that he didn't need help finding a partner - male or female - Taehyung was not one to be told no.

So, Jimin agreed.

However, he did have requirements. If this person was someone for him, he had to make sure it was up to his standards. Jimin asks Taehyung the correct questions. Was he or she beautiful for a "vampire"? Did they exceed the level of confidence that wouldn't make them insecure around him? Were they highly intelligent - possibly rich? Money didn't matter, of course, but he wasn't going to have someone around him that only wanted him for his own.

The most important - as of now - were they good in bed? Taehyung wouldn't know this question and before he could even have the chance to ask, Taehyung had vanished before his eyes and left the older man alone in the home he gifted him. Jimin had released a heavy sigh and decided he needed some wine infused with his favorite type of blood.

It was exactly the next day when Taehyung had returned around dinner time. Neither of them ate human food, so to see Taehyung carrying a large box of pizza raises an eyebrow, but as he allows his friend inside, he could hear it. Smell it.

You. Jimin could hear the way your heartbeat quickens, pushing blood throughout your body. He inhales when you step your foot inside of his home and gives him a cute, shy bow. It makes Jimin licks his lips - you were his favorite type of blood and Taehyung knew this.

"This is Y/N."

Jimin hears Taehyung's words as though they're far - echoing into his mind. However, his full focus was on you and your beating heart. It pounds through his head until all he could think of was having you - devouring you on the spot. He can count the number of times your heart beats per second if he truly desired.

"What?" Jimin snaps his head to Taehyung who releases a few dry chuckles.

"I said," Taehyung places a hand on Jimin's shoulder. "you're drooling."

Jimin scoffs. He shrugs off Taehyung's hand and offers you his hand to take. You do, a flush on your cheeks. Your heart is increasingly breathing through his ears when he brings your hand close to his lips and place a kiss upon them.

Jimin gulps. He was close to your veins and in a quick movement could easily have the taste of your sweet, savory blood inside of him. But he wouldn't - you were a friend of Taehyung's and an obviously the woman expected to settle down with him.

"Park-"

"Jimin." You finished, the sound of his name coming through your lips was enough for Jimin to like you (enough to not want to drain you dry right before him).

Jimin was no monster by all means. He understood that killing humans would do nothing but raise suspicion - even if there was probably a serial killer going around killing men. He had no problem with buying his favorite blood off of the black market or frequenting blood brothels.

"This is Y/N." Taehyung repeats your name, but Jimin's eyes doesn't remove themselves from yours. "She's my assistant."

Jimin raises a brow. He wasn't 100% sure what Taehyung did exactly that he needed an assistant, but he wouldn't question. Instead, he was going to focus on you, the beauty pumping his favorite blood through your veins.

Taehyung takes a seat after placing the box of pizza on the coffee table, arms crossed. He wasn't planning on staying for long, just enough to get you comfortable with Jimin. By the looks of it, you wouldn't be anything but comfortable. You and Jimin sat side by side, both speaking in hushed tones that his advanced ears easily picked up on.

Taehyung finds you fascinating. You were an interesting individual that would be giving Jimin the adrenaline rush he craved.

It didn't take long for Taehyung to leave, only a half an hour. You eat a slice of pizza and Jimin does, as well, but only to make you feel at ease. He had no desire for human food, and every desire to sink his teeth into you.

"Taehyung is convinced that you're going to be interested in me."

Jimin furrows a brow at your words. "Is that so?" He wasn't wrong.

You lick the corners of your lips and nod. "I'm not sure why."

"You don't find yourself interesting?"

You shrug your shoulders and Jimin hums.

"I'm sure you do. You couldn't stop staring at my neck."

Jimin's lips twitched.

"I have that effect on people."

You weren't new to this, and this is what made you captivating. But you were also observant. There was no doubt he was looking at the veins littering your neck, but it wasn't in the way you assumed - not fully, at least.

"What makes you think you have that effect on me?" Jimin leans back into the cushioned couch.

Jimin wishes he can read minds by the twinkle in your eyes. You tilt your head as you watch him, eyes darting between his lips, to his chiseled jaw to his dark eyes.

"Are you saying you don't want to have a taste?"

Jimin's eyes darkens. Your words indeed affect him in ways you have no ways of understanding - because he indeed wanted a taste. More ways than one.

"Are you willing to give me a...taste?" Jimin's eyes flicker to your lips. They're plushed and puckered.

You lean forward, neck exposed to him. You appeared as though you knew of what he was, but Jimin is positive you were clueless. "I'll give you a taste of whatever you want..." you murmur. "...as long as I also get to have a taste myself."

You yelp when you feel Jimin - with such speed in nearly knocks the breath out of you - into his lap. His lips are on your neck, inhaling deeply and sending wet, open-mouthed kisses. You can feel his teeth grazing against it.

"You smell amazing." Jimin grunts. His nails dig into the skin of your hips. "Amazing enough to eat."

It took deep rooted strength for Jimin to not sink his teeth into now. He's positive that you'd be sweet and savory. It's been a while since Jimin got to taste his favorite blood type straight from the vein.

Your blood flows smoothly throughout your body and Jimin can smell your excitement. 

"Pick your poison." Jimin murmurs against your neck. Just how dirty were you, he wonders. Were you the vanilla type? He wasn't opposed to soft and passionate sex, but it wasn't his cup of tea. 

"I don't think you'd be interested in what I'm into." you giggle cutely and Jimin couldn't help but laugh. You were so cute, adorable even. You weren't dumb, just uninformed. You didn't know Jimin wasn't mortal who had countless of sex - good, bad and the ugly - throughout the years. Nothing was ever off limits for him.

"Try me." Jimin grazes his teeth against your neck.

You hum, slowly grinding in Jimin's lap. You can feel how hard he is and his fingernails dig deeper into your skin.

"Are you more submissive or dominant?"

The question catches him by surprise. He was dominant when it came to humans - male or female. He rarely had anyone dominate him - he wasn't what they were. However, he wasn't opposed to being submissive, only when it came to those the same as him. 

Jimin licks his lips. "Do you want to take control?" he asks. Maybe it's your scent that intoxicates him. How can a human woman take control of him when he could easily snap your neck with ease?

You smirk, hands that once laid on his shoulders now tangling in his tresses. You yank them so he's now looking into your eyes. "Would you let me do whatever I want?"

Jimin grunts and nods, and this brings a smile to your lips. It appeared crazed - Jimin assuming you were the kinky dominator who got off at hurting men, He would go along with it, pretending you'd hurt him to satisfy your ego. 

Maybe Jimin would even enjoy it. 

It didn't take long for you to be in Jimin's bedroom. It was clean, the bed large sitting in the middle of the room. His sheets were soft and velvet.

You were the dominate type, Jimin notes amusingly. You were also prepared. The purse you held came equipped with rope that you tied as hard as you could after you demanded he strip naked, cock on full display. Jimin would wince every now and then to keep up the act of being human.

You stripped yourself of your own clothing, sporting a dark red lingerie set that amazes him. it was simply effective and Jimin was never the lingerie type of man. But he savors the way you strut over to him confidently. 

You had rules that needed to be followed. You went through them and Jimin only nodded.

"Say cherry if you want me to stop." you instructed - he never intended to. "Let me know if I'm taking anything too far." Nothing was too far, whatever you had he could surely handle. 

"Do whatever you want to me." Jimin shrugged, a taunting tone in his voice.

And you did. You straddle him and suddenly landed a few hits against his chest, head tilting for a reaction.

Jimin didn't give you nothing but a lip bite.

You slapped him across the face a few times, rubbing your clothed pussy against his bare cock and Jimin could do nothing but moan. He can feel you - moist and warm pussy dripping at the act of hurting him. Your slaps (soon to be punches) was child's play, but he would wince and moan to satisfy you.

You release your own moan at the tint of his skin. You leaned down to place a kiss upon his lips just to sink your teeth onto his bottom lip, drawing blood.

Jimin grunts, hip jutting into you. He was dead, technically, yet Jimin has consumed enough amount of blood - human and animal - that he could bleed just as a human can. He wouldn't die like a human would if he lost a significant amount, but he bleed nonetheless.

What causes Jimin to nearly go feral was your eyes watching him as you licked his blood off of his bottom lip.

You were a different breed, and he was going to have fun with you.

"Do you think I'm a freak?"

Jimin shakes his head slowly.

You smile and Jimin leans into his pillows. He supposes you are cute.

"I'm going to ride you." you state, lifting yourself up so you can push your panties to the side. "Until I cum. Hopefully you cum along the way. I was never known to cater to a man."

Jimin liked you and your cocky attitude. He was going to cum - in his own way. He wasn't human and he didn't release the way male humans do with sperm. He was filled with him own venomous fluid that took a good fucking to release - he could always compel you to ride him until he indeed 'came'. 

You sink down onto Jimin and shiver. He was big and had the perfect girth you only experienced with a dildo. You start off slow, adjusting to his size. You don't care that your nails are digging into his skin but neither does Jimin. 

You speed up the pace and it's alarming. Your stamina wasn't up to par with his kind, but for a human you were amazing. Your juices flow effortlessly onto him and you're fucking yourself without a care. You wrap your arms around Jimin's neck and squeeze - having no need to breath Jimin allows you to choke him however much you desired. 

"You let me do whatever I want to you." you moan out, pussy squeezing his cock that send shockwaves throughout his body. "You're like a little fuck toy."

Jimin grunts, his hips gutting to go deeper into your pussy. Human women weren't like you - dominant and degrading. You weren't afraid to hurt him, and he enjoyed it more than he'd thought he would. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and hover about Jimin. He took it upon himself to fuck into you at full force, his arms bound by the rope but that didn't stop him. You were going to cum soon, but not until you got off with what you truly wanted. 

"It's a shame..."  you murmur out, pussy dripping all over Jimin's abdomen. You were close to cumming and Jimin knew this - but he wasn't going to stop until you came the next ten times and had the chance to taste your own blood. "...that we won't be doing this again. I actually might like you."

Jimin's confused because he's sure he'd allow you to come back whenever you desired. "What makes you think you won't see me again?" Jimin grunts, eyes watching your bouncing breast. To suck your nipples until they're swollen is what he'd want to do next - maybe even get a taste of the blood flow.

You begin to laugh, pussy clenching. Jimin doesn't halt his thrust, not until he feels you let loose. You're cumming now, and before Jimin could do anything else, he feels a sharp pain straight to his heart. His eyes widen and his thrusts halt. 

You bring the sharp knife into Jimin's chest repeatedly. You begin to ride off your orgasm, blood squirting from Jimin's heart right onto your chest. 

The knife pierces him multiple times and Jimin can feel his body reacting. His vision blurs and all he could hear was your moans mixed with laughter.

"Fuck!"

Jimin brings a pale hand up to wipe off the mud from his face. He spits out the dirt inside his mouth in disgust. He's pissed - beyond pissed. He's unsure who should he kill first, you; the bitch who did this to him, or Taehyung, the motherfucker who introduced you to him.

Jimin stares into the sky. No doubt he's been buried in this disgusting field for a few days. The sky was a dark grey filled with clouds. Droplets of rainwater began to fall, smearing the dirt covering his - extremely expensive- clothing.

Jimin is seething as he runs through the deep forest, the tree's passing by appearing blurry irrelevancies. He was going to kill you. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around your neck and watch your life drain right before his eyes. It'll bring great joy to hear the way your heartbeat quickens with fear until it rapidly drops - until it stops. Then, he'd be satisfied. 

Jimin would have to drain you dry first; make sure not a single drop of your blood gets missed by him. It'll bring immense joy to kill you after he foolishly decided to give you a chance. It was an honor that he was fascinated in you and here you've gone and ruined it by attempting to kill him. Keyword: attempting. 

Jimin scoffs as he reaches Taehyung's home. He throws the front door open and strolls in, a trail of mud marking the pristine floors. 

You didn't know what Jimin was and that was your downfall. However, Jimin was no fool. You've done this before - killed. You worked fast, bringing the knife into his heart so rapidly that he didn't have a chance to defend himself (ironically enough). He awoke beneath the ground, buried deep enough to not be found by anyone and so far from civilization that you could be considered a professional.

But Jimin wouldn't completely blame you. You were a serial killer no doubt and probably the one he's heard mumblings about. Serial killers didn't concern him because he couldn't be killed by the average human. However, you concerned him now for your attempts upon him. You weren't a man that the media thought you were and though you impressed him with your skill - your lifeline was going to end soon.

But before he'd deal with you, he'll deal with Taehyung.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung's eyes widen at the mess staining his floors. "You're making a mess-"

Jimin wraps a hand around Taehyung's neck with inhumane speed and throws him to the nearest bookshelf. It crumbles at the impact, but Jimin remains unbothered. He places his muddy shoe against Taehyung's neck. "I had to dig myself out of the ground." he spits. "Because of that bitch you introduced me to."

Taehyung struggles against Jimin's strength. He was smaller in frame compared to him, but Jimin's strength could easily overpower him. He was centuries ahead of him in age, after all. 

"I hope you are not fond of that bitch." Jimin snatches Taehyung forward, hands around his neck. "I'm going to kill her.'

Taehyung widens his eyes. "Hyung," he hisses. "let me explain-"

Jimin snaps Taehyung's neck. His friend falls to the ground lifelessly. 

Jimin sighs. He hates punishing Taehyung, but this was unacceptable. His clothes were ruined, as were his shoes. His hair would take more than a few washes to get the mud and dirt out and not only that, but how fucking embarrassing was it that a human girl caught him by surprised?

Jimin shakes his head. Taehyung would be fine. In a few hours he would wake - the snap to the neck wasn't as severe to last long. In the meantime, he would use his shower to get the mess off of him while he decided how he was going to kill you.

You tap your fingernails against your desk, eyes drifting between your computer to your boss's shut door. Taehyung wasn't in today. It was weird to not see him on the days you worked. The large window that displays his desk is empty and no one else appears to know where he is.

You ponder if Taehyung is looking for Jimin. The last week Taehyung had mention that Jimin wasn't taking his calls and that he'd might have to visit the man. You agreed - stating that Jimin had ignored several of your texts and assumed that maybe he didn't want to be bothered.

Of course, you knew the truth - but you couldn't tell this to Taehyung. How could you ever explain to your boss that you killed his friend while fucking him to your orgasm? It wasn't something you'd ever tell anyone, not even a journal or diary.

Jimin was a cute one. He was experienced in sex, and it wasn't anything special for you to dwell on. He was bound by the wrist but could still fuck you fully. But that didn't stop him and neither did you.

Killing brought an adrenaline through you. The act of appearing innocent with the idiotic men you chose is nearly comical. They'd never suspect that you were a threat to them. You were considered nothing but a defenseless woman that couldn't carry her own.

But you weren't - you were the same serial killer murdering all these men for the last few months. The news stated that you were a man hunting at random. The true crime podcasts had their own theories of who you were and your reasonings. You heard that your "childhood was filled with abuse" but their theories weren't correct.

You yourself are unsure the core root of the start of your murderous rampage. Your first time murdering a man had made you sick - you vomited for days. Soon, you were able to ignore the stench that came with getting rid of the body and how to cover your tracks. You learned how to steadily hold your weapon with ease. You would once dump the bodies of the men at random locations, but the thought of being caught frightened you.

You began burying the men deep within woody forest areas - sometimes in cemeteries. No one ever questioned someone digging a grave at a cemetery.

The ringing of your office phone jolts you back into reality. You hastily grab the phone and answer with your best customer service voice. You didn't hear anything on the other end, but you were a patient person. You repeated another time just as sweetly, but still heard nothing.

"Waste of my time." you slam the phone down on the receiver and sigh.

The phone rings once more, this time you look at the caller I.D and frown. It was probably a prank caller and this time your patience was wearing thin.

You answered the phone, but before you can speak, the caller does. "I should gut you and drain you dry." the voice hisses before the line goes dead. Your eyes widen at the menacing words and your heart thumps outside your chest at the familiar voice.

Following you wasn't a part of the plan. While he showered the mud off of his skin, he thought about how he'd end your life. He wasn't opposed to hurting women as long as they deserved it, but it wasn't an act he enjoyed doing. Even if he was a human, his strength would rival a woman so as an immortal with inhumane strength, it was simply unfair.

But you were a bitch. A bitch who pretended to like him and got him vulnerable before you killed him - of course, not literally.

Jimin's pride was hurt. He was embarrassed. No one has ever done anything like this to him. He was a man of great strength and intelligence. A woman - a human woman at that - managed to distract him enough to seemingly end his life. Did you work alone? He wasn't obese, but he was solid enough to not be easy.

Another part of Jimin was impressed with your tactic. You appeared as an everyday woman working as an assistant. Not purely innocent, but not one to fuck, murder and dump a body. What he pondered on was if you truly ever were interested in him. Did he captivate you differently from the other men? Or was he the same as them - a good fuck and a good kill?

How Jimin was going to kill you didn't concern him. He could snap your neck easily, bleed you dry as you were his favorite blood type, and burn your body in the deepest part of the woods.

But what was the fun in that? You had your adrenaline rushing fun and he wanted his.

The phone calls began as Jimin watches you sit at your desk. Taehyung wouldn't be in today; he was sore from the neck snapping injury. But taking Taehyung's phone and getting your number wasn't difficult. He began calling you after you clocked out of work and made your way home. By the third call, he was blocked. But that didn't bother him. He had endless money at his defense and that meant endless number of phones and phone numbers he can call off of - all at once.

The pictures came next. He couldn't enter your home without an invitation, but that didn't mean he couldn't walk the perimeter of your home. He'd developed the pictures of you walking into said home, getting into your car and even pictures of you at work; at the same desk he made the first phone call.

The look on your face each time you witness said pictures brought satisfaction to his non-beating heart. To watch you day by day become completely unhinged; frightened. Constantly looking over your shoulder to ensure he wasn't near, but you understood he was. You were a serial killer after all.

Jimin was growing tired of hearing your heartbeat. When you were frightened, the blood pumps your blood through you at an alarmingly delicious pace. It was time, he could feel it through his venom filled veins.

It was early morning when Jimin decided it was your time to die. It was raining when you left your home for work, surveying your surroundings before you do so. It was dark and the surrounding homes were all left quiet. You enter your car and Jimin could hear you lock your doors soon after you entered.

Your actions bring a scoff out of Jimin. Nothing could stop him from getting to you - especially not locked doors to a car he could destroy the hinges of.

You take a deep breath before reversing out of your home. Your wipers are on the highest setting they can be and yet, you still have difficulty seeing the road.

Your paranoia has since skyrocketed out of control. You're unsure how you managed to get out of your home and go to work or run errands with an apparent stalker. The pictures, the messages and the constant phone calls - you blame your ego. You have yet to see anyone, but it always feels as though they're a pair of eyes on you at all times.

As you proceeded to drive down the rainy and dark road, your phone vibrates in your lap. You're hesitant to see but your curiosity gets the better of you. You don't recognize the number on your screen, but all the numbers were never the same. You've managed to change your number but whoever the stalker was had gotten ahold of it.

"Watch out." you read aloud. Your eyes flicker to the road and your heart nearly stops. You stomp on the breaks, skidding against the wet pavement of the road.

Your eyes are wide and you're afraid to blink. The pale skin glistens in the rain as your headlights shine against him. His eyes are dark as they watch you through your windshield. Your terrified to move, not even as he makes his way closer to you.

Jimin doesn't appear to be a figment of your imagination. The last you saw of him; you were dragging his lifeless body to your car and to the nearest woody area.

You've attempted to get off of the breaks and floor the gas, but your window breaks, and you're being dragged out of your car. It continues to drive down the road, becoming faster by the second.

The palms of your hands manage to catch yourself as you fall.

"Get up."

His voice haunts you. You crawl against the wet ground to get asway, but once again your hair is being pulled.

"You aren't the great serial killer I thought you were." Jimin's voice is taunting you. "Go ahead and kill me. Do something."

You fight against him, but only when he pushes you aside do you manage to let yourself get free. You turn to face him, eyes wide with shock. You crawl backwards, another attempt to get away. The road is silent, and no other cars are in sight - not even yours.

"I-I..." you cough, choking on your own words. You killed him. You watched him die - bloody and all. "J-Jimin, I-"

"Why are you stuttering?"

Jimin is in front of you within seconds, speed incredible. He wraps a tight hand around your neck.

"Where's the confidence I seen the other night? Where's the woman who gave me the best fuck in decades? Maybe even centuries." Jimin cackles. "Where's the woman who killed me without remorse?"

"I'm sorry." you began to cry, heart racing.

"Pathetic." Jimin scoffs. He shoves you away. You stumble, but don't fall. "To think...that I actually liked you."

"I liked you, too." You gulp.

"Stop lying to me!"

Jimin's sudden roar frightens you. You hold yourself, slowly stepping away.

"I did." you admit. Of course, there was no doubt that you were scared shitless. But it wasn't a lie that you enjoyed Jimin in the moment. "I...I just thought..." you lick your lips. If you made it out alive today, you'd surely catch a cold. "...what are you?"

There it was. Jimin snorts. The million-dollar question. "What do you think I am?"

"A demon?"

Jimin shrugs. "Maybe I am." he responds. He's in front of you in a blink of an eye. "Your heart is pounding from a mile away. It makes your blood smell so refreshing."

The color drains from your face. The mention of your blood brings a sudden realization through you.

You weren't big on mythology. The only thing you knew about those who enjoyed blood were vampires. It would explain the way he stands before you seemingly unharmed. He was pale, but not strikingly pale to the point you'd be concerned.

What about the blood? Vampires didn't bleed, did they? They were dead.

"You're confused but you know what I am." Jimin offers a taunting smile. "And here Taehyung thought you and I were going to be together forever."

The mention of your boss makes you feel sick. "Taehyung...is he."

"Yes, he is the same as I." Jimin nods. "He's one of my best friends, after all."

Taehyung was a vampire, as well. Jimin was a vampire.

You. You were human and now you were in deep shit.

"Do you like my blood?"

Jimin is caught off guard by the question. He can hear your heartbeat become steady. He ponders on the question you asked him while intimate - did he think you were a freak? In this moment, yes. You were different. Frightened, but curious.

"Yes." Jimin admits. "It's my favorite. I can't wait to sink my teeth into you."

Jimin's teeth become sharper, canines pulsing beyond the others. 

"You can't die." You state. You're trembling, fear mixed with the cold rain. "If you can't die that means-"

"Are you trying to make a compromise?" Jimin is beyond astonished. "After you put me in the ground in the middle of fucking nowhere?" The audacity of you.

"You can feed off of me!" you exclaim. You're unsure if what you did know about vampires were true. Did the prefer to feed directly from the neck or did it even matter? Could they walk in the sunlight, or would they burn right there - you were sure they didn't sparkle like you've seen in Twilight.

Jimin furrows a brow, amused. This was a new one. You were determined to not die, it appears. 

"And maybe I...can kill you."

Jimin snarls.

"You can't die!" you protest. "I-It can be a game. I like you and...you can come to like me."

In the centuries that Jimin's lived, no one has ever compromised in such a way. 

"Then I wouldn't have to kill anyone else if I can..." you take a deep breath. It was insane to try to make a deal with a vampire on a vengeance. "...kill you. It's not like you'd die."

Jimin licks his lips. You were serious, and he was curious. 

"You'd let me have a taste?"

You nod hastily. You're unsure if he would even consider your proposition, but it was worth a try. 

Jimin hums, but his lips hover above your neck, nonetheless. "Run." he hisses. 

And you do, as fast as you could. You nearly fall a few times but manages. The sky is starting to show some light, but not enough for you to know where you're running, ironically, through the wooded area. 

You scream pierce throughout the trees, but it's died down with the sound of the rain. Your back hits a nearby tree and the breath gets knocked out of your chest. 

"We did it your way the last time." Jimin's hands are cold against your chin. "We're doing this my way now."

The pain is excruciating for the first couple of seconds, but then you began to feel warm throughout. It was a weird feeling. You felt lighter.

Your hand reaches out to grab Jimin's shirt, clenching tightly. 

"Please fuck me."

Jimin licks his lips, shivering in pleasure. Your blood was exquisite. 

"As much as I would love to..." Jimin leans back, eyes watching yours. You were intoxicated with the venomous fluid that dripped into your blood. "...I would rather not take advantage."

You gulp.

"And as tempting as your offer is..." Jimin wraps both hands around your neck. Maybe he would come to regret his decision to kill you - but he couldn't allow you to consume him. He snaps your neck and watches as your body drops to the ground lifelessly. 

Taehyung watches as the elevator lifts him to the top floor. He has yet to get in contact with Jimin and he's grown upset with the older vampire. To barge into his home and punish him for your actions was uncalled for.

The elevator dings as he reaches the top floor where his office was located. As the door opens, Taehyung's eyes widen at the bloody scene before him.

Blood stained the walls as he trails further inside. He notes bodies of his employees, all dead and gutted. The scene would have disgusted his human form, but he was far from human now. The mess would be hell to clean up, but it wasn't impossible.

"Taehyung..."

Taehyung's head snaps to the side. He tilts his head. "Y/N."

You're dripping wet, possibly from the rain outside. Your clothing is torn and your covered in blood, but not your own.

"I-I...I'm so hungry." you cry, eyes wide with confusion.

Taehyung knew you would be.

When Taehyung met you, he was fascinated by your aura. He was even more fascinated to know you were a serial killer. It was fun, as fucked up as it was, to introduce you to his hyung. You were his favorite blood type, and he was curious on what you'd do. Would you kill him like the others or spare him?

Taehyung got his answer when he hadn't received any word from Jimin. He'd came into work and asked about your night with Jimin and your thoughts about him. You claimed to like him and desired in seeing him again - he sensed no lies from you. You did want to see Jimin again, but you lied about not knowing his whereabouts.

Taehyung was no fool knowing that if you did kill Jimin, that he would come back for you in vengeance. You were interesting nonetheless, and he understood that Jimin also took an interest in you. It was a matter of time before Jimin returned so Taehyung did what he needed to do to make sure Jimin thought twice about killing you.

Taehyung had offered you a drink mixed with blood - Jimin's blood. Vampire blood remained in the system for a week. Witnessing you here confused and hungry, that meant that Jimin had killed you recently.

"I know you are." Taehyung pulls his phone out of his pocket.

"I didn't mean to kill them." You're in front of him fast, not yet understanding how to control your sudden speed. "I-I...they tasted so good."

"Ssshh." Taehyung shushed. "Let me call someone to come get you."

"The police?!" you screech.

"Y/N. You're immortal." Taehyung is amused by your reaction. "No human - man or woman - can stop what you are."

You nod your head and sit down at the nearest table. You're unsure what's happened to you. The last thing you remembered was Jimin biting you and then suddenly you were at work feasting on your coworkers.

"Y/N."

How long have you sat there?

Your head snaps up to come face to face with Jimin and he looked pissed.

Jimin was livid when he received a phone call from Taehyung explaining the situation. He never got anywhere to confront his friend faster than he did now.

You were alive - in a way - and sat before his eyes covered in blood.

"Why'd you do this?" Jimin asks Taehyung, eyes on you.

"Didn't you like her?" Taehyung asks. "I know she likes you."

Jimin sighs.

"I knew you'd kill her if she decided to kill you." Taehyung leans against the wall. "This is the most excitement you had in decades, hyung!"

You lean back against your chair and hiss.

"She's hungry." Jimin notes. And you wouldn't be satisfied unless you learned how to feed and become satisfied.

"She's sired to you." Taehyung murmurs. "Don't ask how I got your blood."

Jimin grunts. Of course, Taehyung was always the mischievous type. You were sired to him like Taehyung was. This could only mean that Taehyung had indeed planned this from the start.

Jimin strolls towards you and shakes his head. "I can never get rid of you, can I?" Jimin brings his wrist up to his mouth and bites until it draws blood. "Drink." he orders, and you do hungrily. Jimin encourages you, gently petting your head.

"Well, lovebirds." Taehyung claps his hands in satisfaction. "I'll be calling the cleaners."

Jimin waits until you're satisfied and full. You lick your lips and stare up - almost innocently - at him.

"A-are you going to kill me?"

Jimin could. You were nothing but a lowlife newborn and he could surely snap your neck while you sat here.

But, you were interesting. The most adrenaline he felt in years.

"No." Jimin murmurs. "You're sired to me now. You can't betray me even if you wanted to."

You nod your head. "What happens now?"

Jimin offers you his hand to take. "Let's go home." he says to you when your hand is in his.

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Insatiable (2/2)

Part 1

Warning: smut, threesome, oral (m&f receiving) creampie, spit play, nipple play, possessive jungkook and taehyung, not gonna lie, very little plot lol, voyuerism, threeway kiss, drunk sex, shower sex,

Word Count: 7,195

Description: One thing for sure, Taehyung compelled you. You couldn't not think about him after your night in the woods. However, you also couldn't keep your mind off of your best friend, Jungkook, who gives you every reason not to.

"These ribs are good." Chaerin moans out in delight stuffing her mouth with more of the savory rib.

"That's my secret sauce." Jin smirks at Areum who does nothing but roll her eyes. They had previously argued about what to sauce the ribs with - Jin's secret Sauce or Areum's dry rub. Jin won rock paper scissors, much to Areum's annoyance.

The rest of the day takes off just as planned - you all go hiking, enjoying the views and scenary. You and Jungkook took many pictures along the way, most of them of you in front of whatever attraction. Some of them consisted of group photos, some of you and just Aream, Chaerin and Seo-Jun. They were peaceful memories you adored, even if it was repeatative yearly.

You all now gathered outside of the cabin, the sky darkening around you all. The flickering lights of the fire Yoongi made was enough to keep enough light for you to eat peacefully. Your eyes meet a familiar brown pair from across from you, your lips curled into a smile at Taehyung. He munches on his own rib, his eyes darting to you and Jungkook - who sat besides you - every few moments.

Taehyung ponders how Jungkook and you become so comfortable with the other. Maybe it was the fact that your mothers were friends before they had the two of you. Or the fact that you lost your virginity to him and vice versa to now becoming comfortable enough around the other that there was no boundaries.

Maybe this was why Taehyung has never seen you around another man (outside of the friend group). Having to witness your girlfriend be so close and touchy-feely with Jeon Jungkook - an attractive man who had tattoos and piercings and could possibly rival you in strength withoutt trying - would make him want to steer clear from you, as well.

You never had the need for a man, either, Taehyung notes. As he sits across and scans the way you eat off of Jungkooks plate (even if you had the same food as him) and he allowed it. To him feeding you with his chopsticks to you sharing drinks. You sat so close to him on the shared bench that he just knew you could hear him chewing.

You didn't have a need for a man because there sat Jungkook, willing to give you his food without thinking. He was willing to follow you when you told him to, or stay where he was at if that's what came from your mouth, as well. For years you annoyed him - when you would call during a gaming session and Jungkook would leave without a second thought. Or when you would come over unannounced while it was a guys night and soon, it became a guys and Y/N night. Or even when he watched Jungkook nearly strangle a guy at the mall for bumping into you without apologizing.

Taehyung frowns. In the end, there would always be you and Jungkook, without a doubt. "I'm going to bed." he states, grabbing his paper plate and plastic utensils. "I'm kinda tired."

"Tired? But you've barely drunk anything." Jimin states, his eyes on the full shot Taehyung babysat for a while now.

"You know we don't have the same tolerance as you." Hoseok rolls his eyes, a frown on his lips.

"Sounds like an excuse to me." Jungkook says, leaning against you, a smirk on his lips. When it came to you and Jungkook, no alcohol placed in front of you was left untouched.

Taehyung scoffs. "Drinking alcohol to fuck your friend sounds like an excuse to me."

The table grows quiet. Jin stops chewing, his eyes adverting back between Taehyung and Jungkook.

Namjoon's ears perk at Taehyungs words, the venom dripping from them not going unheard.

"Woah," Jimin coughs a bit before continuing. "He was just joking."

Jungkook remains silent, tongue in his cheek as he takes his eyes away from Taehyung. You are caught by the sudden tension caught between the three of you.

Taehyung glances at you then at Jungkook. "Good night." he murmurs and turns away to go to his room.

Yoongi snickers. He was no fool to the situation. He was a naturally quiet man - more of an observer than anything else. The look Taehyung gave the younger man was nothing else besides the look of jealousy. The cause of the jealousy would be no one other than you - with Jungkook's hands on you as he usually does while tipsy. The reason as to Taehyungs sudden jealous and interest was what confused him, but no one is every like that when a woman is involved unless he's had a taste of said woman.

"Well," Yoongi raises his shot glass filled with whiskey. "cheers." he says lazily, taking his shot.

You stayed back with the rest of the group, not speaking as much. Jungkook was the same way. He didn't drink much else, choosing water to sober up a bit - to no avail. Though Taehyung's word was probably out of irritation for him, he had to say it embarrassed him. Taehyung was the least to embarrass Jungkook when it came to his crush on you (that he often denied). Witnessing the change of events had him questioning his older friend and his sudden change in mood.

"Let's make out." you murmur, voice low enough for Jungkook to hear. The table was soon becoming clear, Seo-Jun and Chaerin already calling it a night. Yoongi and Jimin both sat drunk, rambling on and on about nothing in particular while Jin and Namjoon cleaned the rest of the area up. Hoseok had his head against the wooden table, eyes closed and groaning. He was never one to keep up.

"Let's get you to bed." Jungkook ignores your whines, grabbing your waist and hoisting you upwards. "You look a mess."

You huff, allowing Jungkook to drag you into the cabin and down the far hall to your room. He himself stumbled a bit, far too much for his liking, but he made it down the hall where your, his and Taehyung's room sat. Taehyung's door was slightly cracked, unbeknownst to the two of you. The room was dark, and he heard the way Jungkook and you stumbled towards the room across from his - yours. He could see directly into your room. He watches as Jungkook turns on the desk lamp, giving the room more light.

"Kookie." you say to him, pulling him close when he pushes you onto your bed. "Lay with me."

Jungkook chuckles, but shakes his head. "I can't. I know what you're trying to do."

Taehyung scoffs, his tipsy mind rolling his eyes. Of course, when you were intoxicated all you could think of was Jungkook. He began to think your drubk actions was what you desired while sober.

Taehyung sits on his bed, eyes watching as you pull your shirt over your head. He felt like a creep, really, but he couldn't get his eyes away. You wore a basic black bra that cupped your breast nicely. The hickeys upon your skin was an added touch.

"Do you want to change?" Jungkook slurs. Taehyung was unsure if he was fazed by your actions - because he was, across in his own respected room. But Jungkook was different than him, more stronger. He could survive your tricks against him - he has this long after these many years.

You shake your head. Your mind only knows that you're hot now and want to get out of these clothes. You remove the shorts you wore and throw them aside. You lay down on the bed in a huff. "Lay with me."

Jungkook stumbles closer to you. "I can only until you fall asleep." Taehyung hears him say, but Jungkook doesn't move to lay down. "Are you ever going to tell me who did that to you?" Jungkooks fingertips touches your breast, circling the bruised fless.

You lick your lips. "It's a secret." you whisper to him. It wasn't a low whisper, but maybe your intoxicated mind thought it was.

"We don't keep secrets." Jungkook tilts his head. "We never did. Why start now?"

"Because," you eyes glance behind Jungkook into Taehyung's room. He's startled, swearing you saw him behind the shadows watching you. "it doesn't matter now, Kookie." you let out a yawn but sit up. Your head tilts to the side, still glancing over to Taehyung's room. "Can I ask you for something, Kookie?"

Jungkook nods. "Anything." he says hurriedly. And he means it - Taehyung knows he does.

"Can I suck your cock?" you ask innocently, eyelashing blinking up at Jungkook standing above you.

Taehyung's breath hitches and he knows Jungkook's did, as well. But he questions if Jungkook's cock twitched the way his did just now.

Jungkook stutters, his face going red. He's unsure what to say, knowing you and him did anything that came to mind while drunk, but this was new. His cock grew harder in his pants, harder than when he witness you undres to nothing but your bra and panties, hickies on display.

Taehyung licks his lips. He witnesses you drop to your knees, a glance in his direction, before your hands grab Jungkook's cock through his pants. The man is startled as you begin to message him, Jungkook's throaty moans heard.

You proceed to take Jungkook's cock out of the pants and boxers, thick veiny cock in your hands. You hadn't seen it in years, you noted, and now it was larger - thicker. Your mouth water at your (drunken) sight. You take Jungkook into your mouth, sucking on his tip. He moans louder now as you suck roughly on him. You taste the sticky, salty taste of his pre-cum leaking onto your tongue.

Tahyung gulps, his throat dry. His cock twitches more at the sound of you sucking Jungkook off in real time. His eyes are unable to move away from you - it brought him back to earlier in the woods when you were on your own knees sucking him off. "Fuck." he hisses lowly to himself, unable to keep his hands away from his own length. He was tipsy, and the sound of Jungkooks moans and your suckle was enough to make him stroke himself.

Jungkook cursing, his eyes on you. You halt your sucking to moan against his length. You suck onto his tip and pump the length of his cock roughly. Jungkook pants, his breathing coming quicker. You hadn't done this in years - back when you were both inexperienced and childish. The fact that he had you now was enough for him to die happy. As he watches you through hooded eyelids, he smiles down at you. You were beautiful for him, eyes teary and saliva coming down your chin. "You're so beautiful" Jungkook moans.

Taehyung pumps spits into his hands, having no time to find any lotion. He pumps his cock as he watches Jungkook yank your hair back with both hands. He thrusts inside of you at a rapid pace - Taehyung is shocked by the sudden change of the maknae. The way he thrusts into you as if he has no care for your safety was enough for him to groan as he pumps himself - trying to bite back his own moans. You two were loud, Jungkooks curses mixed with your wet gargling of his cock could be heard from down the hall he was sure.

You blink away the tears as you feel Jungkook's cock twitch and explode into your mouth. You manage to swallow it, keeping Jungkook into your mouth until he grows soft. He pulls out and stumbles back, holding your head. "S-Shit...spit it out. I didn't-"

"I swallowed it, Kookie." you murmur, coughing a bit before giggling.

Taehyung cums against his thigh, curses lowly. He was embarrassed - ashamed even - that he watched you and his maknae become sexually active like this. This was beyond anything he's ever done. But he was tipsy, he tells himself. And you two were right outside his door without a care in the world - unbothered if he heard or saw you.

"Can I...eat you out?" Taehyung hears Jungkook question, shyly and low. He curses, unsure if he could keep on watching the two of you.

But he does - like the creep he was. He lifts himself up, unable to stop himself from coming closer to the door. He bites his lips as Jungkook pushes you against the bed, snatching the panties you wore off and opening your legs wide.

Your eyes catches Taehyungs and he stiffens. You open your moan and release a moan as your head pushes back. Jungkook is ravishing your clit, a hold on your thighs. He doesn't stop for air either, content with passing out between your legs if that was what he was destined to do. It's been years since he's been this close to you, drunk and all, and he was going to savor this moment as if it was his last.

You lick your lips, eyes on Taehyung's shadowy figure. You tilt your head, a smirk on your lips. "Come." Taehyung is sure you tell him. He was compelled, cock hard and twitching once more.

Taehyung does come to you - he opens the door and strolls across the hall into your room. He closes the door behind him slowly. Your eyes never leaves his as he hovers above Jungkook - who didn't stop devilishly sucking your clit.

Taehyung gulps, he's unsure if he should say anything to you. But you beat it to him. "K-Kookie." you murmur, tapping his shoulder. Jungkook lifts his head, sensing someone behind him. He flinches when he sees Taehyung behind them. He goes to cover your body, humiliated to be caught like this but he is halted by you. "I want you both between my legs."

Jungkook is taken aback, as is Taehyung. He eyes you questionally. "Y/N-"

"Please, Kookie." you widen your legs, giving them the sight of your pussy - wet and pulsing for them.

Taehyung's breathing is heavy. He inches closer to you, getting on his knee's besides Jungkook.

Jungkook gulps. The sight of Taehyung, not disgusted by your actions or questioning. The way he was willing to do this now, with the two of you, told him that this is who you've been seeing - who made the hickies on your breast.

"I want to taste her." Taehyung tells Jungkook, eyes blow out. He doesn't wait for a response before his own tongue is on your clit. He shivers, the savory taste of this morning coming back into his senses.

Jungkook grunts, licking his lips at your expression. He felt perverted for finding this hot - your wide legs for Taehyung while you squirmed beneath him. Jungkook doesn't waste any time. He takes your bra and unhooks it quickly and throws it aside. He takes a nipple into your mouth hungrily, his eyes on Taehyung's tongue ravishing you.

"You're such a whore, Y/N." Taehyung spits onto your clit. He takes two of his fingers and swirls it around your clit. "Trying to take the two of us."

Jungkook bites down on your nipple accidentally, but at the sultry moan you let out, he notices that you enjoyed it. He pops the nipple from his mouth and chuckle, a trail of saliva connected. "So you fucked Taehyung, too?" Jungkook hisses. His hands take both of your nipples and twist them, receiving a loud gasp.

"Y-Yes!" you cry out.

"Fucking whore." Jungkook shakes his head, slapping your breast. "Giving your pussy away to the both of us."

Taehyung chuckles darkly, his three fingers entering you. "She couldn't get enough when I fucked her earlier."

Jungkook widen his eyes. So that's where you went off to.

"I fucked her like a slut in the woods." Taehyung thrusts inside of you, your walls and wetness clenching around him.

Jungkook's fingers rubs onto your clit at a rapid pace. "You're such a whore, Y/N. Fucking Tae in the woods." he shakes his head, his eyes now on his hyung. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've fucked her after."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." you tried to close your legs at the overstimulation, but received a slap from Jungkook.

"This is what you wanted, Y/N." Taehyung tsks, his hands and wrist filled with your juices. "Don't close your legs now."

"I want to fuck her, hyung." Jungkook groans out, his eyes watching just how wet you were. "You'd let me fuck you, right, Y/N? You already let hyung fuck you."

You couldn't do anything besides nod your head, the idea of getting fucked by Jungkook while Taehyung watched turned you on greatly. Without a second to spare. Jungkook flips you, your ass in the air and face pushed into the softness of the sheets.

Jungkook places the tip of his cock at your entrance, biting his lip. His eye glance at at his hyung. "Did you cum inside of her?" he questions, the competetive side of him peaking through.

Taehyung smirks and nods, the flashbacks endearing to him.

Jungkook hisses. He grabs your hair and yanks it back for you to look at him. "I can't believe you'd let him cum in you before me!" he spits. He enters you without warning, your wetness enough lubricant for him to without an issue.

You yelp out, the new found thickness and length inside of you was alarming. Jungkook doesn't waste time pounding into you angrily, cursing beneath his breath how he was going to cum deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, just as hungry for him to fuck you as he was to get to fuck you. Jungkook had grown from the boy he was when you were experimenting with the man he was today, showing you how much he's grown.

Taehhyung licks his lips once more. The sight before him was amazing. He would have never thought to be the man to enjoy watching another man get off, but this felt different. Jungkook was his friend - nearly a brother to him. The possessiveness he once felt over you was slowly dissipated. He knows for sure that whatever possessiveness he held over you wasn't what compared to what Jungkook felt over you for years now. "You're fucking her good, Kook." he encourages, coming closer to lift your head to watch your teary eyes. "I should've allowed you to fuck her first."

Jungkook grunts, nodding his head. His eyes were blow out wide, watching your ass slap against his abdomen.

"But I'm happy you shared her with me." Taehyung murmurs, wiping your tears of lust from your eyes. "You're her best friend after all, you know what's best for her."

"I-I do!" Jungkook snaps his hips into you harshly, his nails digging into your hips tightly. "I am her best friend. I should be the one to cum into her first!"

Jungkook would be sure to scold himself later. You were your own person, whatever you decided he would support 110% - but his jealousy, possessivness, love and competative side (mixed with lust and liquor) was telling him that you were his and his only. He couldn't stand the thought of you allowing Taehyung to cum in you before him.

"I think you should apologize, Y/N." Taehyung says to you, shaking his head. You were an absolute mess, having already came twice with Jungkook's harsh pace. You couldn't even lift yourself up - soley lifted by Jungkook's strength alone.

"I-I'm sorry, Kookie." you slur your words, tears dripping down your cheeks. You were in utter bliss so amazing that you couldn't help but cry. "I'll always let you cum in me first." you cry out.

Jungkook grunts, he was soon to coming. He wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you back, your back now against his torso. He doesn't stop his brutal pace. Taehyung is marvelled at your breast bouncing, nipples erect. He couldn't help himsel any longer. He swirls his tongue on your nipple, middle and ring finger twirling your clit rapidly.

You scream out now, the overstimulation getting to you. With Jungkook fucking into you, cursing into your ear, and Taehyung rubbing your clit and sucking onto your nipples, you were ready to pass out. Your hair was disheveled, eyes puffy, cheeks tear stained and mouth drooling. You would have never thought you would be here - fucking Jungkook and eventually Taehyung in the same night but alcohol does wonders.

"Please cum in me, Kookie." you slur, buckling your hips. You were going to cum again, this being your third time by just Jungkook. "You're fucking me sooo good." you cough out.

Jungkook thrust deep inside of you, cum filling you quickly that it drips out. In that same second, with Taehyung causing the overstimulation, you cum - wet juices squirting all over the older man. You release a hushed scream, Jungkook's hand on your mouth, shushing noises in your ear. "S-Shit." you cry, panting heavily and twitching.

"Are you going to let hyung fuck you, too?" Jungkook asks, his voice deeply low and raspy.

You nod quickly. Jungkook releases you gently, pushing your hair away from your eyes. He thought you were beautiful - fucked out and all. Taehyung almost felt as though he was intruding on a moment between Jungkook and you, the way the man changed from dominating to loving and caring was like a flick of a light.

"How do you want me, Tae Tae?" you ask, your eyes are adverting Taehyung with a bite of your lip. He eyes you and then Jungkook.

"You enjoy watching her, don't you, Hyung?" Jungkook chuckles. He sits against the headboard of the bed, turning you so your back is once again on his torso. He leans you back against him, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses your forehead - once again, Taehyung feels as though he is witnessing a couple, not best friends. "Open your legs, Y/N." Jungkook instruct.

You do, wide. Taehyung sucked a breath at your wet pussy, Jungkook watches Taehyung come closer, cock already out and at your center. He gulps, looking up at you and the maknae. "Are you sure...I should be here?"

"I invited you." you responded. Jungkooks hands are on your breast, he nods at Taehyung.

Taehyung enters you, grunting and groaning at how tight you were around him. He pushes in and out at a steady, slow pace, not wanting to hurt you or cause any discomfort. Jungkook would surely have his head.

"You can fuck me faster." you encourage, your arms hooking beneath your thighs to allow him more access.

Taehyung does, his hips smacking into yours at each thrust. He couldn't believe he was doing this with you - with Jungkook. You felt amazing, the situation felt amazing. Even better than before, he is sure. Jungkook watching intently didn't make him uneasy like he thought it would, the act of Jungkook watching him fuck you felt incredible. It disgusted his sober side, but his tipsy side wanted (needed) to enjoy this one of a lifetime moment.

"You're fucking her good, hyung." Jungkook speaks, his hands massaging your breast. "I never knew you were attracted to her."

Taehyung swallows, his eyes glancing at your face. Your eyes were shut, lip biting harshly to hide the moans.

"You are fucking me good, Tae Tae." your voice catches him off guard. It's shaking with pleasure, your pussy clenching around him. 

"I love fucking you." Taehyung admits, his hands holding beneath your knees to allow deeper access. "You're so tight."

Jungkook felt sick - sick that he enjoyed watching you, his best friend since birth, get fucked by his older hyung. It turned him on in ways unimaginable - your moans, the way your pussy clenched around Taehyung's cock, the way your hands would hold his wrist tightly. 

Your head leans back against Jungkook, mouth opening, eyes slightly slanted. "K-Kookie..." you moan, Taehyung snapping his hips at the perfect pace that you would be cumming any moment now. "I'm cumming."

"Go ahead and cum, baby." Jungkook encourages. He leans down and kisses your lips. "You've came so much today like a whore. Aren't you happy we've fucked you?'

You nod furiously. "I'm so happy, Kookie. Thank you for letting me cum!"

"Thank Taehyung, too. He helped you cum." Jungkook says, eyes taking a peek at Taehyung. "Why don't you kiss her with me, Hyung?"

Taehyung was going to cum, your pussy was clenching him too tight. Jungkook knew what to say to drive you and him to your high. Taehyung's lips leans down to kiss you with Jungkook, all three of your lips touching but neither of the two men minded. In seconds, Taehyung is cumming inside of you, twitching. Your releases doesn't come far behind, your juices dropping from your pussy to your ass, staining your bedsheets. 

The three of you stay like that for a few minutes, lips connected. 

"Eomma is visiting." Jungkook says over the facetime call. "She wants to see you."

The camping trip was eventful. The day after you three woke, naked, sweaty and filled with sex, Taehyung was horrified. He fell off of the bed, startling you and Taehyung, who was equally as terrified. The three of you didn't speak for the first five minutes. You were the first to apologize, Taehyung assured you that you weren't at fault. Jungkook assured that none of you were at fault.

"Did you like it?" Jungkook asked you.

"Did...you?" you ask Taehyung who couldn't help but nod.

"Then, it's okay." Jungkook smiles, an awkward smile, but a smile nonetheless. "We're all adults and friends."

You nod back, biting your lips. "Where does this leave us?"

"We're all friends." Jungkook says. "This doesn't change things, right?"

Taehyung shakes his head. They wait for your response.

"Does this change anything, Y/N?" Taehyung asks, and he notes that Jungkook is panicked.

"I...I liked it." you repeat. "I..."

"You..." Jungkook asks.

"I wouldn't mind doing it again."

"I missed her." you sigh out, throwing your phone in your lap as you spoke to Jungkook.

She misses you, too. Probably more than me." Jungkook scoffs, but laughs. "We can meet her tomorrow for breakfast?"

"Tomorrow?" you hum. "Aren't we getting shit-faced tonight?" Chaerin had invited you all to the new club that opened somewhere in Seoul, and knowing her, she already had a private booth booked for you all.

"Sure. But getting shit-face and having breakfast?" you hear Jungkook blow a kiss. "Chef's kiss, honestly."

You laugh, but agree. "Alright, tomorrow for breakfast." you say. "I have to go, Chae is calling me."

"Good luck." Jungkook sighs. He hangs up while you answer the facetime call, Seo-Ju and Areum in, as well. Areum was walking, possibly to her next class, upon the facetime call.

"What are you wearing tonight, Y/N? And don't embarrass me, either." Chaerin snaps. 

"Harsh." Areum shakes her head. "Hello to you, too."

"Hi." Chaerin waves her hand. "Now, what are we all wearing. I think we should coordinate."

"We're adults." you deadpan. 

"Coordinate! Not match." Chaerin rolls her eyes. She props her phone up and strolls towards her dorm closet. "How about a dress? Simple."

"To get drunk in?" you moan. The last time you wore a dress at the club, Jungkook had to fight a man from putting his hands on you, trying to catch a feel. 

"Maybe if some people could control their liquor." Seo-Jun teases, her lips twitching.

"And didn't makeout with their friends." Areum adds. 

"You guys know that's a sensitive subject." you yawn, no need to hear your friends speak of Jungkook as if they didn't already know the obvious. "How about black? It's simple but sexy."

"Finally you're contributing to this friend group." Chaerin says from inside her closet. "Oohh, wear that backless dress you have." she tells you. "And Areum, show your boobs tonight. You need to get laid."

Areum reddens over the phone. "I-"

"Do." You, Chae and Seo-Jun all interject. "Preferbably Jin. The pent up sexual tenstion you two have is..."Seo-Jun tilts her head to think. 

"Intoxicating?" you add. "Annoying?"

"Says the one who humps her-"

"I admit what I do with Jungkook, Areum." you stick your tongue out. "Admit what you want to do with Jin and just do it. He's a man, he wouldn't say no. 

"What are you wearing?" Jungkook asks as he opens the bathroom door. You always enjoyed using Jungkook's shower - he was a naturally clean person who kept everything organized and tidy. Since he had no roommate still, the bathroom was purely his and your favorite place to be.

"Some dress I was told to. You know the rules." you respond. You begin to undress, placing your clothes upon the counter before entering the large shower. "Are you joining me?" you ask him. "Kill two birds with one stone."

Jungkook bites his lips and nods. He undresses himself and enters the warm shower with you. It felt foreign bathing with, this is something the two of you hadn't done before - shockingly for two best friends that did it all. His eyes watch you wet your hair water falling down our bare breast. "I got this for you." Jungkook's words make your eyes crack open. 

Jungkooks holding a medium sized bottle, purple with white words. "It's lavender and smells good." he says. "You can leave it here, since you shower here most of the time."

You smile at him, thankful to have him as a close friend. He opens the bottle and places some in his hands. He rubs your shoulders, bringing you close to his body. You leave back against Jungkook's chest as he rubs your shoulders and neck. His hands then trail down to your breast. His large hands engulf them and start to rub, the body wash subbing up.

"It's been a long day." you sigh, eyes sealed and lips gaping slightly. The sensation of Jungkook's hand was amazing. 

"How so?" qustions Jungkook. 

You wanted to say how you didn't speak with Taehyung much, even in class. It wasn't awkward on your end, but you noticed he was growing a little distant. He greeted you more now, either in the public eye of your friends or not. He spoke casually with you, but you missed th Taehyung that would randomly flirt. 

"Just is." was what you told him, not wanting to trouble Jungkook with your problems. 

"We don't have to go out tonight." Jungkook offers. He places his lips upon your neck. "We can stay here?"

"We can't, Kookie." you murmur, goosebumps trailing your skin. "I've already told Chae. She's literally drag us out of here if we don't show."

You feel Jungkook trail his hand from your breast to your stomach, to between your legs. "Let me make you cum before we go, then." he murmurs, lips trailing kisses. 

Jungkook rubs your clit roughly, your palm wrapped around hus wrist tightly. 

Jungkook's tongue pokes to suck your neck, hips buckling into your bare, wet ass. Your moans were making his cock twitch. He pinches a nipple with his free hand before pushing your chin towards him. "Kiss me." he says, collecting your lips.

Ypu push back against his cock. He knew what you wanted now and he was going to give you just that. His fingers halt on your clit but goes to arch your back. His length - the tip of it - twitches against your ass. He centers it at your center. "How's Taehyung?"

Jungkook enters you slowly, with your hands on your hips. You release a breath. "Quiet. I'm hoping to talk to him tonight." you respond between thrusts. 

Jungkook quickens his pace. "I enjoyed watching him fuck you." he admits. He loves to watch your ass bounc against him, water from the shower head falling agaisnt the two of you. 

"I loved it, too, Kookie." you moan, adoring the way his fingernails dig into the skin of your hips. The sound of your ass smacking his skin was now evident throughout the room. "I want to do it again." you confess.

"Did you tell him that?" Jungkook grunts. You clench around his cock so tightly. His thrust were powerful, you admired how much stamina this man had. You'd always allow him to lead the way - you'd allow him to fuck you against the wall, lift you up, whatever he desired you'd fulfil. 

"Not yet." you sigh.

Jungkook chuckles. He yanks your hair back, lips against your ear. "I can't wait to watch and have you later." His thighs push yours apart, speed just as powerful. He lets go of your hair and places three fingers onto your clit, rubbing circles. "You belong to us."

Your stomach clenches. It was a sign you were close and Jungkook knew this. He starts to quicken his speed on your clit. His words replayed in your head. 

You belong to us.

You belong to us. 

"I-I'm cumming!" you stutter out, feeling your arousal pool out of you. "S-Shit, Kookie."

"Where do you want me to cum?" Jungkook asks with sloppy thrusts. He came inside you once and had no desire to cum anywhere else, still he would ask for yout permission and preference first. 

"Inside me, Kookie." your head hands low at the overstimulation. 

Jungkook smirks. You were too embarrassed to say it now, but he knew. He was positive you enjoyed when he came inside of you - him and Taehyung - and used you like a rag doll. You got off at the roughness and the disrespect. As taboo as it was because - you and him were not a couple - but he loved cumming inside of you. The dark, perverted side of him got off on it just as much as you and Taehyung did - the act of tainting and marking you with his cum. 

Jungkook cums with a quick thrust, catching you as you fall back against him. 

You and Jungkook enter the loud clu, eyes scanning the room for your group of friends on the crowded sea of people grinding.

A loud crash sends you jumping into Jungkook and the two of you examine the noise. Of course, it was Namjoon and Jimin, Hoseok cleaning up the mess caused by them. They had crashed bottle in a small area they were in.

"That was expensive!" you hear a high pitch voice, none other than Jin. Even over the loud music his voice was heard.

"Found them." Jungkook whispers in your ears and gently pushes you forward to walk into the small, v.i.p area. You were glad you didn't wear heels to this occassion, it was far too dark inside this club to see straight.

"Love birds!" Jimin cheers as he enters back into the area, a champagne bottle in his hands. "You look hot, Y/N. Surprisingly."

"Excuse me?" you scoff at Jimin.

"Just teasing. I wish I got you before Jungkookie did." he winks at his younger friend who rolls his eyes in return. "Let's take a shot!"

Typical Jimin, always trying to shove alcohol down someones throat before anything else. We have Soju, Makegeoll, Cheongju, even American liquor. Remember fireball?" Jimin playfully sticks his tongue out.

You shake your head. You weren't drinking fireball, recalling when you took the cinnamony shot 6 times too many and vomited all over Jungkook and you. He had to take you back to his dorm like that - crying out apologies - while taking off your clothes and bathing you.

"Not happening again." you sigh. Of course back then you were a lightweight, but that memory haunts you greatly.

"How about...Sake?" Jimin pours the shot regardless of your hesitation and cheers.

Taehyung watches from the black leather couch as you and Jimin take an array of shots. You two were like alcoholics, but it was amusing to him. His eyes rack your figure in the skin tight dress, your back on display somehow enticing him.

"Where have you been?"

Taehyung turns his head to see the maknae seated beside him, a shot in his hands as an offering. He takes it and shrugs. "Around."

Both of them take the shot and squirm. Whatever it was, it was strong.

"Y/N thinks you're avoiding her. Us."

"Just thinking." Taehyung shrugs.

"Do you regret it?" Jungkook says, another shot down his throat.

Taehyung was quick to take two more before answering. "No." he says. "And that's what scares me."

He enjoyed you getting fucked by Jungkook - and participating - far more than he'd want to admit. The look on your face when you came, Jungkooks eyes on him while he fucked you, the dirty talking and three-way kiss. It kept him up far too long.

"Would you...want to do it again?" Jungkook questions. His eyes are on you and by the sway of your hips - even in the dark room - he knows you're tipsy. Classic Jimin. As you reach both of them, you seat yourself in Jungkook's lap. He wraps an arm around you. "Let's take a shot, Kookie." you sat. Your eyes wander and find Taehyung's. "Tae tae!" you cheer, reaching his own lap, arms wrapped around his neck.

"Do you want to dance?" you ask Taehyung and Jungkook after you all took a line of shoots, feeling hot and dizzy. "Come on." you guide them to the corner of the large room, past the drunken dancing coming from your friends. You three were hidden, everyone too busy and drunk to notice you sneak off.

Your front faces Taehyung while your back faced Jungkook. His hands sit along your waist, grinding into the music. Your hands guide Taehyung's hands onto your body. "Where have you been, Tae?" you question. "We missed you."

Taehyung notices the way your eyes gleam as you say we. He gulps. "Just around. I missed you two, as well." he admits.

You close your eyes when you feel hardened cocks, from the front and back of you. The liquor in your system gave you an extra push you needed to be outside of your character. You begin to arch your back against Jungkook, swaying and shaking your ass with the music, her eyes on Taehyung. Taehyung's hands feel up your naked thigh.

"I need to tell you a secret." You say to them, bringing Taehyung's head closer to you. "I'm not wearing any panties." you giggle, music laring loudly in the background but it was as if it was just the three of you.

Taehyung sucked in a breath. "You had the intention of getting fucked tonight, huh?"

"She did." Jungkook snickers, his eyes glancing at his hyung. "She couldn't shut up about how much she wanted you again."

You flush, biting your lip. Jungkook slightly lifts your dress. "Just take a feel, Hyung. I bet she's wet." he says.

And you were wet. Taehyung's fingers slide into your folds smoothly. He shakes his head, bringing his fingers to your lips. Your tongue twirls around his fingers. "You're always such a slut for us." Taehyung hisses. "Turn around." he says.

You turn towards Jungkook, thankful that the club itself was dark except for the lasers and that your friends were far too drunk to notice you three in the corner being utterly filthy. You lean onto Jungkook while Taehyung lifts your skirt. He doesn't waste anytime, he has to feel you. He enters two fingers into your wet heat and pumped.

Your lips find Jungkooks and you embrace him in a wet, sloppy kiss. You hiss and moan into it, Taehyungs long fingers thrusting in and out of you at a great pace.

"You're so dirty. Can't even wait to be alone so we can fill you." Taehyung hisses. "You had to have us right here, huh?"

You nod your head, lips disconnecting from Jungkook's to lean back against Taehyung. "i-I want to suck your cocks." you moan out, mind hazy just as theres. You three were all blown out with lust that it didn't matter if you were caught or not.

You don't waste time in getting on your knees, breast out due to Jungkook. You managed to get both of their cocks out, sucking Taehyung's first at a sloppy pace. He hit's the back of your throat each time, doing nothing but making you wetter.

When you get to Jungkook's cock, you're breathing heavy and theres tears in your eyes. Taehyung laughs at you, shaking his head. "You love having our cock in your mouth." he says, pushing your hand away from his cock to shove his back into your mouth, eyes wide as both his and Jungkooks cock said dangerously close to your throat.

Jungkook hisses out, as does Taehyung. You don't deny them, instead continue to suck both cocks in your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin mixing with the tears.

"You're so beautiful, baby." Jungkook coos, his high coming soon. You were utterly disgusting for him and Taehyung, something he adores about you now. "Cum inside of her, Hyung." he tells Taehyung, pushing his out of your mouth. "I'll cum in her mouth and you'll cum in her pussy."

You cough up saliva when Taehyung leaves your mouth. He wastes no time before entering you, shoving your head back towards Jungkook's cock. You can't help but moan as Jungkook fucks your throat and Taehyung your pussy. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you wanted nothing more than to be a hole for them to cum in. You wouldn't say it was the alcohol - your desire for Taehyung and Jungkook went on for weeks after the camping trip. It was the way they dominated you and made you theirs that you adored greatly.

Jungkook slaps you across the face, hips gutting into your mouth. "Fucking whore." he grunts. "Our whore, hyung. Only ours."

Taehyung laughs, his hips smacking into your ass. The loud music drowns it out, but the sight alone was enough for him. "She is ours." he tells Jungkook, his high coming at the sight of you being completely used by him - by both of them. You were perfect for them, in whatever way you were willing to have them.

You groan out, twitching as you came. Your throat was sore, but as long as you satisfied them as they satisfied you, you were alright with it. You feel Taehyung push you onto the ground, your knees bruising onto the floor. He and Jungkook cum on your face, mouth open and tongue out taking it all. Some shoots onto your forehead, some onto your nose and lips, dripping down your chin. You pant, catching your breath. 

"You're so perfect for us, Y/N." Jungkook says. "I love you."

He kneels next to you, kissing your lips, ignoring the cum on them. 

Taehyung does the same, engulfing the two of you in the same three way kiss as weeks prior, this time seeming more complete than ever.