#ghost jungkook

[bangtanloverboys]

just a ghost out of his grave // jjk

summary -  if there’s anything jungkook hates more than being dead, it’s ghost hunters who won’t let him spend his afterlife in peace

pairing - ghost!jungkook x ghost hunter!reader

genre - humor, angst; ghost au

word count - 1.3k

warnings - ghost files/buzzfeed unsolved reference, mentions of death, jk died young (like 17-18)

author’s note - happy halloween everyone! i hope you all enjoyed these little ghost stories

tagged - @jeontier

the ghost of you masterlist

If life was long, death felt longer. It had been. . . God, Jungkook couldn’t recall how long ago it had been since his accident. Days? Weeks? Months? However long it had been, he didn’t like being dead. He knew he was dead too, which was a bit weird finding out. All he remembered was exploring the old abandoned psychiatric hospital a few miles south of town, rumored to be haunted. He was there on a dare. He knew he shouldn’t have been there, but Jungkook was never one to back down from a challenge. All he had to do was grab something and get out. He couldn’t even remember exactly what, but he knew he had it in his hand when he died. Falling through the floor.

The reason the building was abandoned was for a multitude of reasons: hospital shut down due to lack of funds, the supposed ghosts (not supposed anymore, as Jungkook was now one of them), and the building not being structurally sound. He thought those last bits were just made up to keep kids away. But hindsight is 20/20, especially when you’re dead.

At first, Jungkook couldn’t handle it, the whole being dead thing. He screamed, threw things, yelled at anyone he could see walking past through the window. But quickly, he realized that it was no use. No one heard him and all he was doing was wasting energy. 

As time went on, Jungkook tried to make peace with his death. A bit difficult considering he was stuck in an abandoned hospital for the rest of eternity, but it was the thought that counts. 

But there was one problem Jungkook grew to realize that he hated more than being dead. And that was ghost hunters. Every few weeks or so (usually in the summer or fall), teams of teenagers with ouija boards or grown adults with all sorts of gear would break into his final resting place and annoy the absolute shit out of him. 

At first he thought it was funny, scaring the teenagers into believing he was a demon or using that very loud and annoying spirit box to say stuff like “apple-tater” and “spaghetti”. But after so many “who are you”s and “let your presence be known”s, he wished for nothing more than to be alive only to smack the shit out of these so-called ghost hunters.

Tonight was just like any other, a small group of young adults with backpacks and cameras came strolling in like they owned the place, ready to “capture evidence”. Jungkook resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the leader of the group, who seemed to be you, gave orders for where all the tech should be placed. 

“Alright, Jimin, set up the laser grid in the south-west hallway. Hoseok, you do a sweep with an EVP in the west wing. Tae and I will take the REM pod up to the 2nd floor. Try and do a spirit box session and remember to keep your cameras on at all times,” you instructed, looking at each of the other guys. 

“You got it.” They all sounded off as they went off in their separate ways. After watching them split up, Jungkook decided to follow after you and Taehyung, who seemed to be clinging to your side, you two seemed like he would get the most fun out of this encounter. “Tae, I love you, but you’re slowing me down.”

“You’re heading towards the spot where a guy literally died falling through the floor! You need to be careful!” The taller man hissed back at you.

Now that caught Jungkook’s attention. 

You rolled your eyes at your friend. “That’s the third and fourth floor. We’re going to where he fell to.”

“You mean where he died!”

“Taehyung, we are in a psychiatric hospital. People have probably died in every room of this building. Now shut up, we’re almost there.”

You were right, Jungkook thought. It wasn’t a hard spot to miss, there was a hole in the ceiling where he fell through and another hole above that. He went through two stories, shattering all the bones in his body. . . He still felt the sickening crack of each one if he thought about it. 

Jungkook watched curiously as you handed Taehyung a camera, who immediately started filming as you pulled out a device from your bag. It was an interesting circular thing, with dozens of colorful bulbs on the top. You set it down right below where he fell through, on the spot he died. 

“Okay. Mysterious Teenager Spirit, this is a REM pod, the closer you get to it, it’ll light up. Can you step closer to it if you understand?” You spoke out into the air, looking about the empty room. Jungkook stood still, not sure if he should give you any satisfaction. “Here, I’ll show you.” You stepped forward, holding your hand above it, and the lights started going off. “Easy. Can you do that?”

Unsure how long he would be able to take it, Jungkook complied. He stepped closer to the device, the light bulbs pulsing.

“Woah!” You and your friend called out in shock.

“Okay! Uh, oh shit, spirit box. Hang on.” You dug around in your pocket, pulling out another device he was all too familiar with. The ever present static echoed against the walls. “My name is Y/N and this is my friend Taehyung. Can you say our names back to us?” Jungkook didn’t say anything. “Can you tell us your name?”

“Why should I tell you?” He said.

“Why,” was all the machine picked up.

“Oh shit! This is. . . this is awesome, okay. Tae, you’re getting this right?” You looked to your friend, who looked like he was about ready to crap his pants.

“Y-yeah.”

“Okay, keep rolling.” You turned back to the spirit box. “Because wouldn’t it be nice for people to know?”

“Eat shit and die.”

“Eat shit. . . Die.”

You blinked down at the spirit box, a look of disbelief written over your face. 

“Did. . . did the ghost tell you to eat shit?” Taehyung asked.

“I- uh, yeah. . . .Okay. Didn’t expect that.,” you muttered. “Can you tell us how you died?”

“I fell through the fucking floor! You know this already,” Jungkook said as he crossed his arms, he hated these dumbass questions. 

“I fell. . . you know this. . .”

Both you and Taehyung are completely silent now. “How. . . how did you know we know?”

“You were literally talking about it,” he scoffed.

“. . .literally talking about it. . .” The spirit box repeated. 

“Okay, so you are the teenager that died here then? You fell through the floor, you were here on a dare. What were you dared to get?” 

“Y/N, we got enough evidence, I don’t wanna anger it any-”

“Shhh!”

You both were silent, giving Jungkook time to respond but he didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t remember. 

“You went up to the fourth floor. Do you remember what’s on the fourth floor?” You asked.

Jungkook racked his brain for it, he didn’t go up there too often in his afterlife. But he recalled something. . . something about a tool from the head doctor’s office. 

“Head doctor. . .” The spirit box answered after he responded.

“That’s right. The head doctor’s office is up there. And you grabbed something from that office. Do you remember what it was?” 

Jungkook furrowed his brows together, trying to remember what. The more he thought, the angrier he got. He didn’t even notice the two of you beginning to shiver in your thick coats.

A beeping came from Taehyung’s pocket. “Y/N, the temperature’s dropping. . .” He said as he looked at the beeping device. 

“I don’t remember,” Jungkook gritted out.

“Don’t remember.”

“You can! Just think, what’s in a doctor’s office usually?”

Frustrated, he let out a scream, causing all the equipment you had out to blitz. 

“Shut it off! Y/N, let’s go!” Taehyung shouted at you, ready to bolt out the door back to the others.

“Okay, okay!” You shouted back as you turned off the spirit box, silence finally filling the room once again. Jungkook didn’t know how, but he could swear you were looking right at him. “It was a journal. You died grabbing his journal.”

[rainbowsuitcase]

Hopekook AU where Hoseok can see ghosts, except he doesn’t know they’re ghosts unless someone tells him - so when he walks into his new apartment and says "oh, they didn’t tell me i'd have a roommate," needless to say, he freaks the hell out of one baby ghost

[lilprincegoo]

on earth we're briefly gorgeous by notyoongs

hoseok/jungkook

Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Ghost Jeon Jungkook, Shy Jeon Jungkook, Crushes, there isn't a lot of romancing in this, it's mostly about friendship, and growth, and being brave, Fluff, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Death, Happy Ending, this is a lot sadder than i intended

17.8k words

rating: T

some might say jeongguk is just a ghost, but jeongguk is also a boy. he has feelings. and he’s going to be here for a very long time, much longer than hoseok will be. when hoseok graduates, jeongguk will still be here. when hoseok grows old, jeongguk will still be here. when hoseok dies, jeongguk will still be here—forever fifteen, forever stuck at the age where everything is uncertain and he yearns so desperately to be seen and loved. and after all of that, jeongguk is going to remember who did see him. who did love him. hoseok might only be at hogwarts for another nine months, but he’s going to spend all nine of those months making sure jeongguk knows there are still good people. there are still people worth putting his trust in.

[writerpetals]

view from 4-B | 🔞

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

w; exhibitionism, voyeurism, pillow humping, unprotected sex that is just a fantasy that i hope you find as hot as i did when i wrote this hehe finally had time to edit and repost this story ;_;

He never realized you knew he was there when he watched you. As if you would have left your bedroom blinds open, lights on and shining bright, for any other reason. As if you hadn’t been attracted to him the first day you saw him moving into the apartment building next to yours. As if you were trying to hide from all the nights you touched yourself, blinds open, lights on, naked on the bed hidden only behind an expression full of pleasure that heightened when you knew he could see.

The first night was nothing more than a test. You spotted him in his apartment, the warm glow of a lamp in the living room illuminating him. When you flicked your lights on, out of the corner of your eye you saw his gaze shift towards you as he paused.

Perfect.

You turned your lights off after closing your blinds a moment later, knowing he knew you were there and allowing him to realize he had the perfect view. The buildings were close enough to only have him as an audience thanks to being on the top floor, yet not too close to where a simple glance or shift of your eyes would tell him you knew he was spying. 

Two nights later you left your lights on for longer. You could feel his eyes on your body as you undressed. You didn’t have to glance at him to know he was studying every curve of your skin as you peeled your shirt over your head, followed by the yoga shorts you went running in just minutes before. You didn’t need to look his way to know his eyes were glued to you as you turned your back to him before unhooking your bra, and then making your way to the adjoined bathroom to take a shower.

The light in his living room was turned off by the time you came out of the steaming bathroom, towel wrapped around your body and disappointment in your face when you noticed his blinds shut. Maybe he felt guilty, or maybe he was turning down the temptation.

It didn’t take long to gain his full interest a week later. The first night you decided to walk around your room completely bare was the night he didn’t close his blinds. A quick turn of your head to see his eyes on you was enough to encourage you to go all the way. You seemed unsuspecting, and he should have given you enough credit to know you could tell he was watching, but you liked the rush of him thinking he was getting away with it.

You laid down on your bed, back against the mattress, slipping a hand between your thighs. He could only see your breasts thanks to a hiked knee covering everything else, but they were fully exposed as you toyed with your hardening nipples and it was enough to have you reaching your peak in no time. Having him watch you get off had your entire body tingling when you thought about it the next day. You couldn’t convince yourself you wouldn’t try again, and you couldn’t talk yourself out of going further while giving him a full show.

That was when you decided you would do something a little riskier the next time around. Fully bare once again, blinds open, you began teasing yourself as you sat on your knees on the bed. You already knew he was focused on you. It was as if he wasn’t hiding it anymore, but you didn’t look his way regardless.

Your hands ran over your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples until your head lolled back and your jaw slacked. You went farther, dipping a hand between your thighs to find yourself already wet from putting on your show. You wished he could hear your moans with your fingertips pressed to your clit, rubbing slow circles to get you warmed up enough. More than that, you wished you could hear the noises he would make, as well as have his hands on your body, fingers between your thighs to pleasure you.

You knew you had to be patient, dismissing the idea for another time once you removed your hands from your body, instead reaching for a pillow near the headboard. You quickly folded it in half while casually glancing his way as you brushed loose strands of hair from your face to seem oblivious, with your eyes half-lidded. You could only guess what was running through his mind when you placed the pillow between your legs, pressing down to feel the cool silk against your warm folds.

You couldn’t help but to moan when you began moving your hips, hoping he was watching closely, hoping he would think about it later when he was alone and touching himself. You tossed your head back, getting lost in the moment, grinding your clit against the red, silk pillowcase while imagining him in your mind doing unspeakable things to your body. Your hands ran along your torso, finding your breasts to squeeze and caress, with your hips moving faster each second, whimpers of his name spilling from your lips.

When the pleasure started to swell between your thighs, your whimpers and moans fell short, replaced by gasps of air until you were overwhelmed with bliss. Your hips started to slow, thighs tightening around the pillow, toes curling, jaw slacking, until your body bent forward, palms pressing against the mattress to ease yourself to the bed.

You laid there limp, a sheen of sweat glistening over your skin, knowing he had watched every second of it, knowing you wouldn’t have come half as hard if he hadn’t. His eyes on you were the only thing getting you off lately, and sometimes you were tempted to walk over to his apartment and thank him for it.

However, the next day when you’re a minute away from heading out of your apartment for a run, a sudden, urgent knock on your door has you pausing while putting your buds in your ear. Instead, you set your things against the coffee table to make your way through the kitchen to answer the knocks.

“Um, hi.”

Hearing his voice for the first time, already half knowing it was him before you answered the door, sent goosebumps spreading across your skin. It was deeper than you imagined, yet his tone softer, almost as if he was incredibly nervous, or shy. Of course it couldn’t be hard to pint point the exact apartment you live in considering all the time he’s spent so far watching you. The apartment buildings aren’t that big to begin with.

“Hi…” You tilt your head, flashing him a confused look with your brows creased. You know why he is there, and the reason has your heart racing. 

“I’m, uh,” he stutter, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, eyes falling to his feet as he tells you his name.

You already knew that thanks to one of his friends yelling his name from across the street on the day he moved in. You nod, trying to hide your smirk when you realize he actually is a nervous, stuttering, gulping mess before you, telling him your name in return. 

“Can I help you with something?” He bites his lip at the sound of you repeating his name, causing warmth to surge between your thighs. He doesn’t even realize how much power you have over him already, feigning innocence before him with a curious tone and clueless expression. 

“I just wanted to introduce myself.” He can’t look you in the eyes as he shifts his weight from foot to foot before you, with your head still tilted to one side, looking up at him with a grin, arms folded just beneath your breasts. “Sorry, I see you were about to head out. I should go.”

You don’t stop him. Instead, your grin widens, before watching him turn to head down the hall. “If you do need something,” you begin, making him stop in his tracks for a glance over his shoulder, “don’t hesitate to let me know.”

Hidden meanings drip from every word, and from the way he inhales a sharp breath before nodding, you know he realizes he is in over his head. 

You don’t leave your blinds open for his viewing pleasure that night. You know once you have him hooked he will be yours to play with for as long as you want. You just need him to realize what a deliciously sinful thing he has, and without the view of you naked and pleasuring yourself he will either go crazy, or finally act on his desires.

A few nights pass, but you don’t worry. You keep the view blocked by shades and dim lights when you touch yourself, thinking of all the things you are going to do to him when he finally sees how much he wants you. Even if the pleasure isn't as great when he doesn't watch, you have to be patient as well.

It takes three whole nights of failing to offer him the view for him to come knocking on your door mid-afternoon, causing you to answer after you have just got out of the shower.

You greet him after a few light knocks on your door, hair wrapped in a towel and a robe wrapped around your body. “Hi.” You can't stop your cheeks from flushing at the sight of him.

Finally getting to see him before you, cap on backwards keeping his hair from his eyes, a shy grin on his lips, a loose fitting, gray tank not hiding his delicious looking collarbones, and even baggier gym shorts, has its affect on you. It doesn't take you long to realize he isn't the only one suffering without a view. You have gone four days without seeing him in his apartment as well with barely any clothes on, sweating, panting while doing some form of work out, carding his fingers through his damp hair. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss it.

“Hey,” he exhales his half-embarrassed hello, rubbing the back of his neck just like he did the previous time. Except now he has a paper plate with foil securing its contents in the other hand. “I, um, brought you something.” He has a hard time keeping his eyes on yours, every second more and more tempted to take in the sight of you standing before him in nothing but a bathrobe.

You can't contain a giggle. “You did?” You eagerly reach for his gift as he hands you the plate, peeling back the crumpled foil to reveal tasty looking treats. “Lemon squares?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles as if he immediately regrets the decision. His cheeks flush once he continues. “I have a friend that likes to cook, and well, I just wanted to bring you something since I just moved in across the street. One apartment building over.”

Your brows crease at his words. “Wouldn't your actual neighbors be better suited for this?” You giggle, letting him think he was being smooth when you already knew when and where he moved in, along with his perfect view of your bedroom. “And aren't they the ones that should be giving you a housewarming gift?” 

“Yeah, it was a stupid idea.” He lowers his voice as well as his head. “Sorry.”

“No!” You nearly shout when he begins to turn away from you. “It's sweet. Thank you.” You aren’t lying. It’s hard to ignore the flutter in your chest at his adorable gesture. Even if you both know he’s only looking for any little excuse to stop by.

“No problem.” His grin is so boyish and bashful, causing the warmth to swell between your thighs at just how shy this man is.

“Do you want to come in?” In all his blushing and in all of your playing oblivious, you forgot to be polite enough to invite him in, stepping to the side a second after you ask.

“Oh, I wasn’t interrupting anything?” His gaze finally lowers down your body, unashamed for the first time and getting an eyeful of your fresh-out-of-the-shower attire. 

“Nope,” you assure him, grinning as he walks past you before shutting the door behind him. You peel the towel from your head, trying to regain some of your image and not look so ridiculous, even though he has seen you completely bare and vulnerable time and time again. “So…” His name lingers on your lips in drawn out syllables as he takes a seat on a barstool, situating himself with his elbows propped up on the island counter in your kitchen.

“Hm?” You have his full attention while you grab a lemon square from the plate, slowly taking a bite as you stand on the opposite side of the counter. The way his eyes widened and lips part have you stifling your giggle as you chew the treat and lick your lips once you swallow.

“Please tell your friend he bakes well.” After a second, he nods, your words pulling him of the daydreams you only imagine him having as he stares at you. “So, how are you liking the view?” The question, while innocent in nature, has too much hidden meaning within each word, causing him to gulp, blink repeatedly, and mumble while shrugging his shoulders.

“Th-the v-view?” You can practically hear his heart hammering away inside his chest, thinking you are asking about the perfect view into your bedroom, but when you nod, lips pursed, and hum an “mhm”, his tense body relaxes just a little.

“That apartment building has a killer view of the city, if you’re lucky enough to snag yourself a room good enough.” You lean forward, arms beneath your breasts, elbows against the counter as you speak, not caring if your robe just so happens to fall open enough to get a better view of your cleavage. Watching him nearly squirm in his seat was more satisfaction than you needed. 

“Oh, um,” he hesitates, running a hand over the nape of his neck, “my apartment is on the opposite side. Right across… from… you.” It was clear he caught himself mid-sentence, spilling away his dirty secrets, letting you know he has a better view than the city, but you only nod, not showing signs of any hints that you had caught on to what he was implying. 

“Oh, too bad you don't have a nice view then.” His awkward, shy grin on his lips tells you he assums you haven't a clue. “Listen, I have to get ready for my shift at work. It was nice seeing you.”

With that, he is already nervously slipping from his seat at the counter. “Sure, me too.” His hand brushes over the back of his neck once again, realizing you find his shy habits adorable. 

“Thanks for the gift,” you chuckle as you walk him out, pulling the door to you before he steps into the hallway, watching him nod while lingering for a moment. “Oh, hey?” You call his name one last time, watching him perk up, brows raised, eyes wide.

“Yes?” You can't help the way your lips curl in a grin, knowing how you have teased him, feigning innocence the entire time while dropping subtle hint after hint about him watching you.

“I'll see you later.”

The exhausting shift at your job has taken its toll on your body, proving that being on your feet all night serving tables left you with nothing but achy legs, sore feet, and heavy steps as you make your way to your shower. The warm water cascading down your body relaxes you enough to ease the pains in your muscles, and when you step out to wrap nothing more than a towel around your body, you are all ready to snuggle up in bed.

However, after his visit earlier in the day, you know he won’t remain patient for long, causing you to make sure to pull the chain to your blinds once you make it to your bedroom, the vertical panels opening up to allow you to set your eyes on that neighbor of yours in his living room. The lights offer a warm glow against his skin as you take in the sight of him bare chested, hair messily combed back, sweat pants hanging loose from his hips, and an intense focus in his eyes as he works out. The way your heart flutters in your chest only tells you how much you missed the sight.

You linger near the window a moment, not realizing you are biting down on your bottom lip, teeth sinking into skin while watching him move, his body coming up and down with crunches, his eyes lower, wanting to hear the music you know he’s listening to to have him so in the zone. Wanting to be in the same room as him, hearing his heavy breaths and pants, wanting him to be there just for you.

Lost in thoughts of what he could do, you barely notice his gaze shift towards your window like it has so many nights before. You barely notice his eyes grow wide and the way his hand lowers to the bulge forming in his pants at the sight of you, obvious thoughts of previous nights watching you entering his mind.

Except unlike other nights, you don’t look away, or seem oblivious to his gaze. You meet his eyes staring into yours, biting on your bottom lip and blinking just a few times to seem innocent enough. You watch his lips part, taking in the moment to understand you are now completely aware he has a perfect view of your bedroom, and you are aware he has been watching you all those lonely nights while leaving your blinds open just for him.

But it was all a part of the plan, and with a smirk forming on your lips as you stare into his living room, your brows arch, awaiting his reaction. He rises and steps closer to the window after reaching for a remote to mute his stereo he had obviously working out to, hand returning to the bulge in his pants as he licks his lips. 

No longer are there secrets or feigning innocence. Everything is out in the open as the two of you stare at one another, and you decide to take it a step further by reaching to unravel the towel so tightly secured around your body. The white cloth pools around your ankles, giving him the perfect view of what he has no doubt been missing the past few nights.

You can’t ignore the rush of adrenaline coursing through your body, or deny how much you love the way he licks his lips once more, hand caressing his length through his pants. It only encourages you to finally step away from the window to make your way towards the bed, carefully and slowly crawling with your knees pressed to the sheets until he has a perfect view of what is between your thighs. 

You bend over, hand slipping between your legs with your head turning to glance at him over your shoulders, noticing him watching ever so intently as you stroke your folds back and forth. Your fingers find your clit, stroking small circles over your flesh to give him the show he has been so desperately looking for. Giving him the invitation to take what he wants, with your hips rocking against your hand as your fingers quicken in pace. Begging him without words to go to you and finish what you have started. 

The single flip of a light switch turning off breaks your concentration, stopping all motions to turn with fluttering lids and look into his window, only to see him no longer standing there. His apartment has gone pitch black. He has left.

And you know heis on his way over to you at that very moment. 

The urgent knocks against your door has your already racing heart skipping a beat. Your fingers tremble as you grab your robe, slowly securing it around your body while hesitant footsteps carry you to the sound.

His lips are on yours the second you pull the door open. Desperate hands reach for you, arms wrapping around your body to pull you in close and you can't deny him in the slightest. You have been waiting for the moment to feel his lips against yours, feel his body melting into your body, and feel his heart pounding in his chest as he backs you away from the door toward your bedroom. 

“So,” he says, pulling away as breathless as ever with his swollen lips nearly quivering, “it was all a game to you the entire time?” His realization is taking its toll on him, with everything clicking at once and his tone tells you he wants to be angry, if only he wasn't so eager to have you.

“I-” You try to explain, to say something, anything, but his lips meeting yours once again cuts off your words just as fast as you started. His grip is tight against your waist as he guides you farther into the room, sloppy kisses trailing from your mouth down to your jaw before settling against your neck. 

“You were fucking toying with me,” he growls, earning a grunt when your back finally comes in contact with the frigid surface of your bedroom window, “that whole time.” 

You whimper his name, but you have no excuse and no strength to argue with him even if you did. The way his hands lower from your waist to your thighs to hoist your body up against the window’s ledge has you trembling. The way his tongue teases your skin before his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh has the room spinning. And it only adds to the blissful torture when his hands harshly spread your legs, inviting himself between them to press his painfully hard cock against your bare center. 

“Since you enjoy games so much,” he begins, tugging at the flimsy string holding your robe closed, “why don't I fuck you right here where everyone can see? Right in front of this window… isn’t that what gets you off, baby?” The moment your robe falls open to uncover your body, his hands are on you. Palms caress your skin, cupping your breasts before his thumbs tease your erect, sensitive nipples with a simple brush of contact, rendering you speechless.

Not that it matters when he presses his mouth to yours, silencing any protests you never had in the first place before his tongue skims over the delicate flesh of your bottom lip. You invite him in a second later, feeling him massage your tongue ever so carefully in contrast to the way his hands so desperately begin to touch your body. His breaths are hot and heavy against your skin as he pushes the robe from your shoulders, once again exposed and vulnerable for him just like so many nights before, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“Do it,  then,” you challenge him in a gasp after pulling away, eyes locking with his darkened expression to see the amount of lust filling him, “fuck me.”

And he takes the challenge, groaning at your words just before he grips the neck of his t-shirt to pull over his head, tossing it aside a second before he reaches for your hips to pull you from the ledge. In an instant you’re being turned around, ass toward him and your chest pressing to the cold glass window, a gasp filling the small space to leave a foggy remnant of your heavy breaths against its surface as his hands lower. 

Fingers skimmed over the soft skin of your ass as you push your hips out for him, inviting him with a whimper of his name to do as he wishes. Another groan slips from his lips just before a single hand dips between your thighs, fingertips brushing over the hot and sensitive folds to have you quivering against the window. 

“Do you know how many nights,” he begins, feeling his fingers circle your soaked entrance as he speaks, causing you to want nothing more than to push down onto the digits, “how many nights I watched you, thinking it was wrong yet not being able to stop myself?”

You whine his name, more breathless than ever before as you attempt to roll your hips against his hand, “please.” But a tight grip against your hip from his other hand keeps you standing in place, suffering the teasing of his fingers barely entering you before pulling away. 

“Do you know how many nights I had to go to bed thinking of you, touching myself while fantasizing of all the things I wanted to do to you?” The question has you quivering, knowing that’s exactly what you wanted when you first decided to give him your little show, knowing the teasing you would have to endure just the same was nothing less than deserved. 

His fingers soon trail from your entrance to slip higher over your slit, caressing over your folds against the sides of your throbbing, aching clit, but not daring to touch just yet. A breathless moan leaves your lips, wanting him to desperately to touch where you need it the most, but his motions remain the same as he teases your slick center after toying with your clit, wishing that any second you would feel him enter you, feeling him offer release against the ever so sensitive bud, or finally give you his cock above all else.

You are seconds away from pleading for what you need when his hand finally slips back to ease two fingers deep within you without warning, causing you to latch onto the window’s edge to brace yourself, feeling the digits begin to pump in and out of your tightening walls. He groans at feeling your arousal drip from your core to coat his fingers, loving how eager your body is for him, loving how your hips rock back against his hand and loving the noises you make just for him. 

But you need more, the teasing beforehand too much to bear as you attempt to ease your own hand between your thighs to relieve yourself of the ache, but he is quick to take a firm hold on your wrist as he reaches around with his free hand. Fingers continue to pump in and out of your walls at a slow pace just as he pins your wrist against the window, causing you to whimper his name again and again. You need release as you push your hips onto his fingers, gasping as the digits enter you deeper and causing you to clench as you pull away, only to repeat the process over and over. 

He seems to enjoy you fucking yourself against his fingers, only earning groans in response from behind filling deep in his chest at the sight of you slipping up and down, arousal dripping over his skin more and more the harder your press your hips to him. His grip on your wrist becomes a blissful sting of pain and pleasure as his fingers wrap tighter against your skin to keep you in place, the nails of your other hand clawing at the windowsill with nothing but whimpers and moans leaving your lips.

“Please...” So breathlessly you beg him, wanting to feel him inside of you, wanting him to rid your body of the tension, of the ache between your legs reaching out to every limb. 

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he orders, breath deep and raspy and strained against your ear, fingers pumping harshly in and out of you to earn every last whimper of his name that leaves your lips, “and I’ll give it to you.” 

“Please,” you gasp, overwhelmed with the sudden force of his hand between your legs and the pleasure that courses through your entire being, “I w-want to feel y-you. I want to feel you-your cock.”

He has no intention of protesting as he pulls his fingers from within you, and instead wraps an arm around your waist to quickly guide you to your bed that was just behind the both of you. Your back hits the softness of the mattress with a bounce, earning another whimper as you watch him push his sweatpants to the floor before he climbs between your legs to meet your body on the bed. 

Desperately his lips crash into yours, feeling his hardness press to your soaked slit, feeling his body mold into yours as he pushes his hips against you just to tease once again. You nibble against his bottom lip, tugging lightly with your teeth to hear a groan hit your ears in return and to feel his cock press against your center as you buck your hips to slip up and down his length. 

Suddenly, he grabs both of your wrists to pull your grip from his bare shoulders, instead pinning your arms above your head while flashing a wicked smirk across his lips. You want to whine, to beg and plead but the sight of him biting his bottom lip, eyes full of desire and lust as he peers down at you, leaves you so absolutely speechless, breathless even, that all you can do is lay beneath him trembling in anticipation. 

“Patience, baby,” he says, one hand still pinning both of your wrists above your head, the other taking a firm grip of his cock to ease the tip over your folds. Your legs threaten to clasp together as they twitch, if only his thighs beneath them didn’t have them spread so far as he leans in, pushing just the head of his cock against your dripping entrance to have you gasping his name. 

Then he pulls away, torturing you further as you wiggle your hips beneath him, begging without words for what you want most. He presses against you once more, pushing his cock into you slowly, taking his time to have you so worked up beyond belief, pleading with a whimper of his name. 

“You’re so wet, baby.” His deep chuckle against your skin only taunts you, mouth skimming over the flesh of your neck as your head lolls back, enduring every moment of teasing with the tip of his cock pushing against you only to pull away a moment later to leave you empty. “You’re dripping, just for me, baby.” He kisses your neck as you gulp down the words you don’t have the strength to release regardless, lips so soft and tender against your skin to drive you wild.

And when you can barely stand anymore, becoming a quivering mess beneath him, he finally enters you, slowly, gently, pushing his hips against your body and thrusting his cock deep within your tightening walls, earning a gasp with your eyes shutting tight and your mouth falling open. 

“Oh my G-god.” You can barely speak, barely form words or even think as he fills you up, only to call out his name once again when he pulls out, pulls away and with a twitch of his hips he thrusts back into you all over again. 

“Harder,” you instruct him, so breathless once again, “faster.” Your voice grows too hoarse to speak, but he listens to your words. He listens to your body, the way you tighten around his length when he enters you. The way you moan and curse and huff anytime he thrusts just right to have your legs drawing up to his sides, still trembling, shaking, nearly giving out because the pleasure, the pressure from his hips, becomes too much to bear. 

Thoughts of getting caught, of fucking with curtains drawn knowing anyone could see if they looked hard enough, leaves both of your minds. Neither of you care when you are so wrapped up in one another. With you loving the way he loses control and with him loving every moment of feeling your body react to him. 

Your release approaches quickly, back arching from the bed, nails digging into the palms of your hands still pinned to the sheets, legs wrapped tight around his waist, taking every long, deep thrust of his cock within you until a final gasp spilled from your lips as the pleasure coursed through you.

He abruptly releases your hands, allowing you to grab on tight to his shoulders, nails clawing skin as he takes hold of your hips, keeping you in place while ruthlessly thrusting in and out through your bliss that swelled from your center to every inch of your body. His fingers press harder, drawing out every breathless moan, every strained whimper, every gasp of his name until your body grows too limp, too weak, with limbs slacking at your sides.

But he is far from done, slowing his hips to hit deep within your walls with aggressive thrusts, bringing his own peak closer and closer as you whine from the overwhelming sensation, too sensitive, too far gone to handle much more, shuddering with every push of his cock within you. Your mind grows numb, the sounds of his groans drowning out around you until he suddenly pulls away.

You watch through fluttering lids as he grips himself in his hand, pumping his length a few times before releasing over you, strings of white coating the flesh of your stomach as he bites his lip, heavy breaths filling the room seconds before his body slumps beside you. 

A few moments of catching your breaths, collecting yourselves, and gathering strength leads him to ease off your bed, reaching for his sweatpants to cover himself before making his way to your bathroom, only to return with a towel to rid you of any mess. You can’t help but to giggle tiredly as he takes care of you, bliss still filling you up even though the pleasure is over. 

“So,” you begin, leaning up as he tosses the towel to the side, “are you really upset with me?” You bat your lashes as you recall his anger within his lust when he first entered your apartment, earning a chuckle from him before he turn to grab your discarded robe from the floor, but not before he tugs on the chain at your window, pulling the curtains to a close. You cock your head to the side, questioning his silence while sporting a curious expression, raising your arms as he covers your body before tying the knot to keep the silk material secure around you.

“I wanted to be,” he finally answers with an exhale, “but I have to say, it was well played.” A smirk appears over his lips a second later, causing you to giggle once again before he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

“You can’t deny the end result was better than expected.” You shrug carelessly, noticing him lick his lips as he pulls you from the bed with a palm against yours. Eyes scan up and down your body, as if he was in thought over the remark even though the grin he flashed is more than convincing.

“I can’t deny that at all,” he tells you honestly. “But next time…”

“Hm?” You perk up as his words fade, curiosity filling you once again.

“Next time,” he sighs, placing his thumb beneath your chin to cause you to look into his eyes, “I want you to ride me, just like you liked to tease me while riding that pillow.”

Words couldn’t describe the amount of embarrassment that floods you, becoming flustered as you look away, grinning, knowing he hasn’t forgotten the very thing that brought him over in the first place.

“Who said there would be a next time?” you tease, finally meeting his gaze to notice his smirk disappear in an instant. Then he leans in, pressing his lips ever so softly to yours to have you melting right where you stand, careful hands holding your body close to his to feel his warmth. 

And when he pulls away, a hint of his grin returns when he finally answers with a simple, “I did.”

[majablanque]

spideykoo 🕷️💜

[le3worl]

By your side always and forever | jjk

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PAIRING : jungkook & fem!reader

SUMMARY : When your best friend and brother try to drag you out to a party on a random weekend you suddenly see your boyfriend who died in a car accident a year ago. Are you the only one who can see him.. And why does he still have an effect on you..?

GENRE : smut - dating - ghost boyfriend

CATEGORY : one-shot

WARNINGS : ghost jungkook, explicit content, college party, mention of death, mention of car crash, mention of depression, porn without a plot, nipple play, oral sex (both m & f), cum eating, spanking, crying, scratching, overstimulation, multiple positions, rough yet soft sex, unprotected sex (use that protection) pet names (baby, love) loneliness, minors dnii !!

AUTHORS NOTE : Hello everyone! I don’t know if many people are going to see this but if you are thank you for choosing to read this story! This is the first story I’ve ever attempted to write so please when it comes out feel free to put your honest opinions out there. This story is fake and it’s from my imagination so please don’t take my idea. Please look forward to reading bysaaf and once again thank you!

- le3worl 🩵

[gothamsglam]

pray for my camera roll guys

[7ndipity]

Jungkook: dEmOn??

Y/n: stop that!

Jungkook: DeeMoN??

Y/n: stop it! stop talking to it!

Jungkook: what? I just wanna talk to the demons!

[justimajin]

House of the Haunted

Genre: Fluff & Comedy

↳ 3.5k / Supernatural AU (inspired from Hotel Transylvania)

[Includes: Vampire! Yoongi, Werewolf! Jungkook, Ghost! Namjoon, Demon! Jimin, Angel! Hoseok, Warlock! Taehyung, Faerie! Seokjin, Human! Reader]

Summary: It's Halloween and the Council of the Haunted have convened together for a very important and highly classified discussion - there's a *whispers* human on the premises.

A/N: I was originally going to post this for Halloween, but it unfortunately got a bit delayed. It's just meant to be a fun story for spooks and laughs. Happy (Belated) Halloween! 🎃

The front door creaks open. 

The mansion is nothing short of grand, lined with expansive black marble floors and dark wooden walls. There are ebony crystals hanging down from the dimly lit chandelier, connected right above the old spiral staircase that’s decorated with small oil lamps. The wind ever so whistles against the grey murky windows, echoing through the emptiness of the haunting infrastructure. 

Amongst the different doors next to the staircase, only one is brightly lit. 

A tall man dressed in lavish purple robes shuffles forward, his eyes darting around. There’s a sudden change in the air, akin to a low draft he feels against his back that his keen senses pick up on right away. 

“Taehyung.” A voice whispers into the night and he swivels, robes cascading around him as he does. “You came.” 

His lips pull up into a cheeky smile, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 

The transparent man before him gyrates around, his feet floating an inch off the ground.

“Follow me.” 

Taehyung obliges, trailing after him. 

“You know, Seokjin will be very pleased to see you too.” 

Taehyung deeply chuckles, fingertips absent-mindly playing with the mist that radiates out of them. “I’m sure he will be.” 

He’s led into a large dining room, the very one that is brightly lit. In the middle of it sits a long outstretched table that’s entirely covered with a black tablecloth and with candlelight decor. There are seven wooden chairs lining the table and accompanying, seven golden chalices. 

It’s a room he’s become very familiar with over the course of the last couple of months. Namely, ever since one fateful day when he was granted a hand-crafted invitation with intricate writing and symbols. At the time, he truthfully wasn’t quite sure to expect, or rather, who to expect. 

His answer came without another thought and it took the form of an old, but peculiarly cheery Faerie man – the very one seated at the head of the table and examining a chalice before him. 

“Warlock Kim Taehyung has arrived.” The voice booms into the room, making Seokjin look up. 

The Faerie man rises to his feet, addressing the transparent man. 

“Thank you, Namjoon.” He nods in confirmation, before wafting back into the breeze and exiting the room. 

Seokjin spins around with a big grin, “Taehyung!” 

“You haven’t changed a bit.” Taehyung remarks, giving the man a swift hug. “Though, your way of sending invites has gotten really interesting.” 

He twirls his fingers and a piece of paper emerges, landing in his hands. He envelopes it, eyes focused on the written words. “A call for all supernatural beings to meet, for the Council of the Haunted to convene once more for urgent matters–”

Taehyung snickers, “You write like you’re a hundred years old already.”

“I was trying to be formal!” Seokjin protests, irises glimmering with specks of pink. 

Taehyung raises a playful brow, “A Faerie trying to be courteous? Now that’s funny.” 

Seokjin shakes his head with a sigh, “Sit down, will you? I’m going to have more guests to tend to.” 

Taehyung non-chantently hums, eyeing the wine in the centre of the table with intrigue. The former Faerie hears more footsteps, and he hurriedly leaves the room altogether. 

Making his way to the front door, Seokjin is met with the sight of Namjoon surrounded by others. 

“Well, well, who do we have here?” He piques, mischievousness brimming in his voice.

Two men appear before him – contrasting like day and night. 

One of them has swept violet hair and dark ebony wings sticking out from his back. A dark red beam within his orbs and there’s a soft smile lingering on his lips. The other has a mop of brown hair and a pair of white wings. He holds a deep scowl, arms crossed and his blue eyes stern. 

“Demon Park Jimin and Angel Jung Hoseok have arrived.” Namjoon announces from behind, appearing a bit frazzled from the duo’s sudden appearance. 

“The Council of the Haunted, huh?” Hoseok remarks, “You haven’t called us here in ages.” 

Jimin peers around, “The decor is really nice, did you remodel the place?” 

Seokjin merely laughs, immediately engulfing the two into a hug. “It’s been a while, you two!” 

Hoseok grumbles and Jimin giggles. “Come on in! Taehyung’s already here.” 

He steps to the side, gesturing the two men forward. They enter the grand dining room with Namjoon’s assistance, taking spots at opposite sides of the table. 

Seokjin comes up behind Namjoon. “That makes three – who are we missing now?” 

“The vampire and werewolf.” Namjoon utters, grimacing a bit. “I was informed today was a full moon.” 

“Of course it is.” Seokjin sighs, glancing at his present guests. “We’ll have to wait a bit longer.” 

Taehyung raises his chalice of wine with a grin. “M’kay with me.” 

“Wait, I have to sit here longer?” Hoseok recoils, “With him?” 

Jimin sweetly smiles. “How interesting. I share the same sentiments.” 

The Faerie narrows his eyes, “Taehyung, that wine is supposed to be for everybody.” He turns to his ghostly friend, whispering underneath his breath. “Namjoon, can you make sure those two don’t cause a brawl on my dining table?” 

He immediately nods, effortlessly floating over to the table. Seokjin turns around with a huff, planting his hands against his waist. 

At this point, anyone who will arrive will be considered late. He should have considered this, knowing that some of his members simply had the tendency to be forgetful and– 

“Greetings.” 

His heart nearly jumps out of his chest at the low voice behind him, wide pink orbs coming into contact with a red-eyed man with midnight hair and long incisors sticking outside of his teeth. 

“Oh gosh–” Seokjin presses a hand against his heart, attempting to calm himself. “It’s just you, Yoongi.” He huffs, “For a moment, you had me scared there.” 

The vampire looks at him impassibly, “Sorry about that.” 

Seokjin shakes it off, “Don’t worry about it.” He stares at him intently, tilting his head to the side in amusement. “I didn’t think you would come. What changed your mind?” 

Yoongi seems to hesitate for a split-second, before mumbling the words. 

“You said there would be others here….I was curious.”

The corners of Seokjin’s mouth upturn and he watches as the vampire silently trails over to the dining table, carefully taking a seat amongst the table. He was really interesting – that was for sure. 

Suddenly, a howl breaks through and echoes into the walls of his home. He swivels around, just in time to catch the faintest blur of caramel brown fur. 

There’s an enormous wolf launching itself against him, practically pouncing onto the poor defenceless Faerie man before he has the chance to say anything. 

“Okay, okay, I get it!” He scolds, pushing him away. “Jungkook, get off of me!” 

The caramel brown wolf whines loudly, as if in utter protest. Seokjin deeply sighs, petting his head rather awkwardly. 

“There! You happy now?” 

The wolf seems to let out a pleased howl, before its paw hits against the marbled floor. Within a couple of seconds, its bones begin to crack and a young man with crinkled golden eyes and a huge bunny smile stares back at him. 

“Hi hyung!” He chuckles and Seokjin grins lop-sidley, “Thanks for inviting me.” 

“Thanks for coming, JK.” Seokjin turns to Namjoon, leading Jungkook in. “Everyone’s here!” 

Jungkook brightens up, “Namjoon! It’s so nice seeing you again.”

The ghost man stares back at him wide-eyed as Jungkook loudly cackles, throwing his head back. Seokjin ends up pushing at his shoulders to get him to sit down in one of the chairs. 

“Haha, veryy original.” He sarcastically retorts, moving to take his seat at the head of the table. Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook get seated on his right side, while Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi remain on the other. 

He ushers for everyone to raise their chalices. 

Seokjin clears his voice. “We have all gathered here today for a very important matter to discuss.”

Jungkook raises his hand, “Have you finally decided to remodel the meeting room to look less worse?” 

He scoffs, “No.” 

“Are you considering taking a step down and letting someone with purer intentions take over?” Hoseok remarks. 

Seokjin sighs, “No.” 

“Is this about the time I accidentally turned one of your workers into a goblin?” Taehyung ponders. 

“What? No.” 

“Is this when I forgot to turn your goblin back into your worker?” 

“Tae, no–” 

“Is this when the goblin wrecked havoc on–” 

“Okay, then!” Seokjin loudly coughs underneath his breath, a bright smile plastering on his features. There’s a sudden build up of pressure into the room, as if a hazy wave had crossed over everyone’s mind. 

His irises tinge with pink and the room is taken aback with a command, all members in his group visibly relaxing more than before. 

“This is so cool.” Jimin whispers, specks of pink dwindling in his own eyes. 

“Stop trying to toy with us and get to the point.” Hoseok barks, shaking his head with a huff. 

Seokjin grins wickedly, “Now that I finally do have your attention, there is something urgent to discuss.” Taehyung raises his hand again, but Seokjin glares at him, causing him to lower it, “This matter is of utmost importance and I believe it will affect all of us sooner or later.” 

Six sets of rounded eyes stare back at him. 

He drops the ball, “I have discovered….a human in my home.” 

A sharp, collective gasp echoes through the room. 

Jimin and Hoseok glance at each other wide-eyed while Taehyung presses a hand against his chest. Jungkook stares back at Seokjin with doe eyes as Namjoon shrinks back and Yoongi takes a sip out of his chalice filled with wine. 

“You should have started with that!” Taehyung protests. 

“Well, maybe you all hadn’t been – Oh, I don’t know – interrupting me constantly, then I would have!” Seokjin exclaims. 

“How could you let a human in here?!” Hoseok hisses, aware only the supernatural kind were granted permission. 

“This is why I have gathered all of you here.” Seokjin speaks a bit softer, “I would like some opinions about the matter and to frankly, form my own.” 

Namjoon floats forward, “We had discovered her a while ago wandering outside around the mansion. She seemed lost, as if she had nowhere to go.” 

“And?” Hoseok raises a brow, “You thought letting her in here was a good idea?” 

“I don’t think it's too bad.” Jimin objects, “They were just trying to help.” 

“Help a human? Out of all people?!” 

Taehyung bites his bottom lip, “What if...the human tries to kill us?” 

“I wouldn’t take it that far.” Jimin reasons, “Humans aren’t too dangerous.” 

Jungkook leans back in his chair, gold eyes flickering as if recalling a fond memory. “My girlfriend used to be human and tried killing me once.” 

Hoseok deeply frowns, “That’s not something to be proud of, JK.” 

He huffs, “We lived happily ever after, thank you very much.” 

“Someone’s a hopeless romantic.” Taehyung chuckles underneath his breath and Jungkook sends him a glare. 

“Well, I for one, don’t trust it.” Hoseok states, crossing his arms. “Humans should be monitored because of how fickle they can be.” 

Jimin snorts as he sips his wine, “That’s a lot coming from you.” 

Hoseok venomously glowers at him. 

“You got something to say, demon?” 

Jimin smiles wistfully. “I don’t know, it just seems like a lot coming from an angel that’s been notoriously involved with a female demon.” 

Namjoon lets out an audible gasp. Jungkook’s doe eyes increase in size and Yoongi spins his head around. Taehyung leans forward with gleaming eyes and Seokjin leans back, taking a sip of his wine.

Hoseok blushes, flustered from all the sudden attention. “T-Then what about you, huh? Why don’t you tell everyone how fond you are of humans?!” 

Taehyung revolves his head around, staring at Jimin with amusement now. Seokjin sips more of his wine, intrigued by the direction of the conversation. 

“What can I say?” He cheekily smiles. “Humans are very kind and loving. I have no regrets.” 

“Why you–” 

“H-Hyung!” Jungkook looks at Yoongi in desperation. The poor werewolf is caught sitting next to the bickering angel and demon, their interactions almost making him feel like they very well arguing over his own two shoulders. “W-What do you think about all this?”

Yoongi leans forward, clearing his throat. “Humans can be very violent and destructive, if swayed in the wrong direction. However, they can be compassionate. It’s something can take decades, even years to be able to find the right one–” 

“Not all of us wait for our significant others to be reincarnated, hyung.” Taehyung comments with a smile.

“T-That’s beautiful, hyung.” Jungkook whispers while sniffling. 

Taehyung looks at Jimin with a grin, mouthing ‘hopeless romantic’. The demon loudly giggles, causing Jungkook to scoff. 

“Hey, it is! Do you know how long it takes to find the one you love?” He proclaims, “They could literally be your best friend and you wouldn’t even realize it!” 

“Okay, JK’s started to project. Anyone else?” Seokjin looks around the table, growing bored with the conversation. 

His dancing pink eyes land on Taehyung. “How about you?” 

“What about me?” Taehyung gulps the last of his wine. 

“You have a human partner, no?” 

Taehyung smiles amused. “Do I? Who knows?” 

“Oh, stop being so secretive and mysterious.” Hoseok rolls his eyes. 

“I’m a warlock, angel.” Taehyung snaps his fingers, mist sparkling around that Hoseok waves off with a disgusted look. “I don’t let out my secrets so easily.” 

“Okay, so Taehyung’s still as hard-headed as ever.” Seokjin glances over at Namjoon, an unamused hand planted against his face. “Any progress?” 

“Two members have vouched for the human and two are against,” He looks up with a frown, staring at Taehyung, “and I believe one is undecided…?” 

“So it’s a tie.” Seokjin heaves, pressing a hand against his temples, “How am I ever going to make a decision?” 

“What’s going on?” 

The entire room plunges into an uncomfortable silence. 

Everyone slowly turns to the entrance of the grand room, line of sight redirecting to the person attached to the quiet voice that echoes into the chamber. 

Your eyes are as wide as ever, taking in the grand table and the chalices of wine in front of the seven interesting individuals. There’s a mix of different coloured eyes staring back at you, paired with intricate features like wolf ears, fangs, mist, and wings. Among them, a human-like man with pink orbs is the only one you recognize. 

“Seokjin?” You wonder, “Are these your friends?” 

“Y/N.” Although he smiles, it doesn’t completely reach his eyes. You wonder if you interrupted something, especially with how they all stare at you like you were supernatural.

Seokjin glances around, continuing to smile, “Something like that.” 

“O-Oh, that’s nice. What were you guys talking about?” 

You stare at the pink-eyed man, not noticing how the angel uncomfortably shifts, or how the demon smiles in your direction. You don’t notice the werewolf staring at you naively, or the intrigue the vampire holds. You especially don’t notice the warlock pushing his wine closer to himself, or the floating man that looks at you in wonder. 

“Um…” Hoseok warily peers at Taehyung. 

“Don’t mind me.” He swipes away at Hoseok’s drink with mist, causing Jimin to laugh. 

“Hey!” 

“Shhh.” Jungkook chides, accidentally letting out a howl in the process.

“Take mine.” Yoongi offers. “I prefer blood.”

“Y/N!” Seokjin chimes in, stern pink orbs locking onto his table of supernaturals who immediately pipe down. His arm wraps around your shoulder, a charming smile on his lips. 

“How about you wait outside, hm? Things are a bit…unearthly here.” 

“Oh…okay!” You chirp, “I don’t mind, I hope you have fun with your friends.” 

Seokjin nods, smiling unmovingly. He quickly guides you outside, before looking over in Namjoon’s direction urgently, who floats over to your side. 

The two of you leave the room and Seokjin continues to smile until the door shuts. 

He spins around. 

“Would you all calm down?!” He hisses, taking the wine out of Taehyung��s hands and instantly separating the members, “Didn’t I already tell you she’s human?” 

“And?” Hoseok retaliates, “You’re the most human looking out of all of us!” 

“Yeah!” Taehyung preaches, “You’re biased towards her.” 

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “For your kind information, I’m actually half human which is why I don’t look completely like a Faerie!” 

He gestures to his ears, which should have sharper pointed ends but take on a human-like appearance instead. 

“Biased! I’m calling it!” Taehyung says again. 

“Wait hyung, then why do you need our help?” Jungkook questions, “Wouldn’t it be easier for you to figure it out by yourself?” 

“I needed opinions.” He states, crossing his arms. “Despite being half-human, it isn’t as easy making decisions regarding them.” 

“Well, I think she’s nice. Doesn’t seem too harmful.” Jimin pitches in. 

“Yeah, I wasn’t quaking in fear.” Hoseok retorts. 

“She’s not a werewolf slayer, I’ll tell you that.” Jungkook states with uttermost seriousness. 

 Yoongi shrugs, “Don’t think she’ll reincarnate anytime soon either.”

“Can I turn her into a goblin?” Taehyung lets his intrusive thoughts out, but Seokjin frowns. 

He regards all of them, “I appreciate the penny for your thoughts,” His voice deepens, sounding borderline threatening “–and Taehyung, no.”

He pouts and Seokjin sighs, standing at the front of the table once again. 

“I have made my decision and it will be final – Y/N be allowed to stay in this home until we can recover where she came from.” 

A low laugh escapes your lips. 

“Is something wrong?” Namjoon wonders and you shake your head. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. You just have a really interesting group of friends.” 

“Ah, well, we are all quite interesting, aren’t we?” Namjoon chuckles, before fumbling. “Uh, n-not in a suspicious way, of course. In a more human-like way, with human lifespans and human way of livin–” 

“You’re all supernaturals, right?” 

Namjoon freezes. 

“Y-You knew?”

“It was quite obvious from the start.” You laugh, “Also, I heard Seokjin mumbling something along the lines of getting the creatures of the night to gather together just like the good ol’ tales.” 

Your laughter grows as Namjoon places a sheepish hand against his temples. 

He sighs, “Well, you aren’t wrong about any of that.” 

“And what about you?” He turns, only to be met with your curious gaze and warm smile. 

He grows hyper aware, “W-What about me?” 

“I could hear them talking earlier.” You explain, gaze not leaving him. “Are you like the others? Do you have a human counterpart too?”

Namjoon is taken aback, not quite expecting you to ask. But then his smile diminishes, hints of anguish filling his orbs. 

“I used to, but she crossed over not too long ago.” He looks down at his hands, his transparency only becoming more evident by the minute. “I’m just a wandering ghost now.” 

Your heart sinks. “Wandering?” 

“Regrets.” Namjoon shuts his eyes, “I’m tethered to this world because of my last regret – which had to do with my dead wife.” 

“Oh…” Your eyes soften. “I….I hope she’s in a better place.” 

“She is.” Although remorseful, you notice the hope that fills his smile. It results in one lifting onto your own lips. 

The doors before suddenly come bustling open, startling the two of you. 

Seokjin emerges, brimming with confidence. 

“There you are!” He boasts, “A final decision has been made!”

Namjoon looks at him eagerly, “Is she staying?” 

“She is, but–” Seokjin waves a finger around. “As long as she follows the rules and… accepts our true identities.” 

“Oh, I already know you’re supernaturals.” You profess, much to Seokjin’s utter shock.

“She knows?!” Hoseok’s voice pitches out from the table. 

“Humans are smarter than you give them credit for.” Jimin snorts. 

“Well, that’s my cue to go.” Taehyung snaps his fingers, vanishing into purple smoke. 

“I-I guess that answered my concern.” Seokjin stutters, staring at you with a mix of surprise and horror. 

“Thank you for letting me stay.” You warmly smile, glancing in Namjoon’s direction. “It’ll be nice getting to know all of you." 

He smiles back and Seokjin nods, widening the door and allowing you to enter into the dining room. 

“Supernaturals are a bit peculiar around humans.” Seokjin states, placing another chair at the table, “But hopefully you’ll fit in with time.” 

You slip into it, taking the seat of the eighth member amongst the large table. 

Leaning back into the chair, there are specks of pink dancing within your irises. 

“Don’t worry.” You grin wickedly, “I think I’ll fit in just fine.”

[4niniz]

Scream for me - Jungkook x plus size reader

Summary: the town serial killer falls in love with y/n.

A/n: heyyy🤤 so I didn’t wanna start this yet but I am because I’m out of i ideas. Also I’m super hurt about Jin and the way they are rushing his album just to get him in the military.

Warnings: mentions of death of loved ones, blood, rough mirror sex, oral (m receiving), yandere, black mailing, squirting, praise kink, overstimulation

I never think I’d be fucking the towns cereal killer ghost face that killed all my friends and my first ever boyfriend, but here I am.

“Fuck! Y-y/n, keep sucking.” He growled as he face fucked me, hold my braids into a ponytail while pushing my head up and down on his 9 inch length. “Y/n I fucking love everything about you and your beautiful body, I love your curves and your juicy ass, the way the sides of your body turns into rolls whenever you move a certain way.” He moans as looks at my ass through the mirror right in front of us.

His words so crazy and manipulative but yet so sexy and made me feel like the most prettiest girl in the world. I felt like he loved me and I felt safe around him, but he’s a fucking cereal killer that killed my boyfriend and my best friend and could possibly kill me and my family.

He pushed my head all the way down on his lengthy cock causing me to gag and spit mixed with precum to drip out my mouth. I felt his long thick length twitch in my throat, he pulled my head off and took a deep breath, “I-I want my kids in you” he exhaled as he grabbed my hand to help me up. He bent me over right in front of the mirror I just deep throated him in front of, my hands gripping the wall as he pushed his thick tip in my tight lips, his cock still made me gasp as if it was my first time. “F-fuck please m-move” I gasp out as half his length fits into my fat pussy. He starts speeding up and letting out hard moans and curses every time he trusts into me. “If you ever fucking leave me- aughh! I’ll fucking Kill you and your family.” He groans out of pleasure and jealousy, “mhmf! Harder p-please” is all I could react with from all the over stimulation and fear. I really regret telling him to go faster. All I could feel was his dick slamming into my cervix, every single thrust making me closer to cumming. “I fucking love your juicy ass tits and ass! I wanna fuck every part of your body.” His words making me clench and my eyes to twitch and fight to stay open, he releases his nut all in side of my pussy, that warm feeling making me release right after. “ I fucking love your chubby cute body, y/n. He growls as he grabs his ghost face mask up off my bed room floor

“But why do I feel like you only like my body and the fact of controlling me?”

[euno11a]

do you still write for bts?

I technically still do - but I’ve been on a high for CoD for the last while, and I’m doing a major work at the moment for a friend!

I’m always down to write :)

[kevinkevinson]

jungkook is thrilled about his cursed socks

[jjungkookislife]

Spooky

pairing: upskirt!jungkook x original character

genre: established relationship, smut [21+]

summary: Scream is Alejandra’s favorite slasher flick and Jungkook aims to please in his Ghostface costume and pretty rainbow knife.

wc: 4.9k

warnings: PLEASE read the warnings! this is a Halloween fic and content may be triggering to you!!! proceed with CAUTION! ghostface!role play, consensual knife play (with pre-established consent), use of a knife specifically a pocket knife, dom/sub undertones, thigh-highs, pierced!jungkook, tattoed!jungkook, BD!jk, long hair ytc!jungkook, marking (hickeys, scratching, biting, bruising), hair pulling, jungkook licks the knife, mask kink (?), Alejandra hides and JK searches for her in typical scary movie fashion, quotes from the movie used as dialogue, mention of JK being sadistic, blade is pressed to Ale’s neck/throat a lot as well as the rest of her body, spit kink, degradation, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), rough oral sex (cock slapping, gagging, deep throating), mention of temperature play, fingering f. (receiving), manhandling, spanking, unprotected sex, cum eating

date: October 29, 2022

Alejandra had gotten dolled up in her favorite black skirt, with chains that dangled and shined when the light hit them perfectly. Her chunky Demonias with bat wings drew her boyfriend’s gaze almost as much as the thick thigh-high socks that rested on her thighs beautifully. He resisted the urge to sink his teeth into the softness of them. Perhaps he would when they got home. 

“Babe,” Jungkook says to draw Ale’s attention as she pushes the shopping cart slowly, admiring everything on the shelf in front of her. Pumpkins of all shapes, sizes, and colors greet her. Her manicured hands are done up for the season, pink and black with little white ghosts and spiderwebs. Jungkook’s the same, only shorter. At their next appointment they’ll do black and white, perhaps add some tiny little bats. Jungkook will keep his nails short so he doesn’t hurt her when he’s knuckle deep in her soaking wet cunt. 

“Look,” Jungkook grins from the spot he’s wandered to at the end of the aisle. He holds up a Ghostface mask and Alejandra beams with excitement. After all, Scream is one of her favorite films.  

“Fuck,” she curses as she walks toward her boyfriend. He holds the mask up next to his face, his smirk making her feel many emotions as she leans in to press a kiss on his cheek. 

“Put it in the cart,” her voice is low as she walks away from Jungkook, swaying her hips as if he weren’t already looking at her ass. He’s spent most of the drive with his hand between her legs, fingers warming from the heat between her thighs. 

Jungkook does as he’s told, smiling to himself as he walks back to his girlfriend. Easily, Jungkook wraps himself around her, his chin resting on her shoulder and his hands around her stomach, careful not to squeeze too much. Today is a bad day for Ale, she’s feeling a little insecure about her body but Jungkook’s spent the majority of the day devouring her in kisses, complimenting every bit of her, and writing every reason he loves her that has nothing to do with her physical appearance. 

Ale has never felt more loved than today. She’s grateful for such an amazing boyfriend, such as Jungkook, even more so when she sees him in his Ghostface costume.

Halloween finally rolls around in their household. Ale plans on handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters until it’s time for them to head to Jimin’s Halloween bash.

Alejandra’s decided to be a sexy witch. Her dress only reaches mid-thigh while her thigh-high boots cover everything except a sliver of skin that Jungkook places his large hand on.

“You look hot as fuck,” he states when he sees her.

“You too,” she says before her lips are on his. His tongue easily slips between her lips, moaning when her tongue meets his. 

“We don’t have to go to the party,” Jungkook assures her as his hands slip under her dress, feeling the thin material of her lace thong donned on only for the party. Normally, she’d go commando, a recent development that Jungkook seemed to love.

“Oh?” Ale grins as she grabs Jungkook. “Wouldn’t they wonder where we are?”

“Fuck them,” Jungkook growls as he bunches Alejandra’s dress up to her hips, exposing her thong. “Don’t pretend that’s such a significant loss.”

“It’s not,” she chuckles. 

“Come here, Ale,” Jungkook can’t contain his arousal. Seeing his girl in her costume is more than enough to get him riled up. The thought of her thigh-high boots wrapped around his slim waist has him palpitating. He wants her to squeeze him between her thighs, make him drool on her soft skin and maybe cum from a lazy blowjob. Who knows?

“Babe?” Alejandra calls, waving her manicured hand in front of his face.

“Hmm?” Jungkook hums once he’s brought out of his daydream, his mask covering his face. “What, baby?”

“You zoned out,” Alejandra pouts as she kicks off her boots, leaving her in just her thigh-high socks. Something Jungkook had mentioned he loved seeing on her. Just looking at them made his mouth water. It had been a good minute since his pretty lips had sucked on her skin, leaving his mark for all to see. Maybe he’d decorate her pretty tawny skin once again, leaving nothing but red and purple bruises behind.

The thought leaves his cock throbbing.

“Kiss me,” Ale demands as his fingers grip the long strands of his hair, pulling him closer as she pushes the mask off his face enough to kiss him. Jungkook kisses her easily, melting under her touch. It’s easy for him to switch into his role-play like they had agreed to beforehand, scheduling it right before the party. They were cutting it close.

“Run,” Jungkook growls. 

Alejandra blinks.

“What?”

“Run!” Jungkook instructs, showing his shiny knife, one he’d swapped out his fake one for this moment.

Alejandra bites back a moan. Instantly, she takes off, sliding on the wood floor as she runs out of the room while Jungkook licks the end of the knife that won’t split his tongue in two.

Taking his cell phone out, Jungkook hits his girlfriend’s nickname on the screen; Baby Girl <3.

“Hello, Alejandra.”

“Leave me alone! Who are you?!”

“Don’t worry. You’ll find out soon enough!”

The line goes dead, and Jungkook cackles.

Enough games. Jungkook shakes his head as he slowly makes his way through the house with his costume and mask on. He smiles to himself when he hears the creak of a floorboard. He clutches the handle of his knife tightly in his hand as he steps forward.

Silence.

Jungkook continues forward, slowly and cautiously checking each room, but comes out blank. He runs his hand over the straight end of the knife, a pretty little rainbow blade that had made his girlfriend’s eyes sparkle when she’d seen it online. Who was he if he didn’t aim to please?

“I’m coming for you, Alejandra,” he says loud enough to be heard throughout the house. He chuckles when he hears a soft squeak and more running. Jungkook smirks, cock already hard in his pants as he moves forward, knife dragging on the wall as he approaches the bathroom.

With silent footsteps, he steps inside. He turns his head to the side, smiling underneath his mask as he looks at his reflection. He takes his cell phone out of his pocket, raises his mask to unlock it, and puts it back in place before he snaps a picture to send to Ale.

Jungkook listens intently for the soft vibrating of her phone but hears nothing. He grins as he turns to face the shower curtain, slowly pushing it back with the edge of the knife. The hooks screech annoyingly as he moves them to the other end of the tub.

Empty.

“Hmm,” Jungkook clicks his tongue. “I do enjoy the chase.”

There are only so many places his girlfriend can hide. Jungkook is unbothered as he leaves the bathroom, stepping back into the hallway.

“Come on, Alejandra. Come out, come out, wherever you are!” he sings as he steps into the spare room. He strains his ears, trying to listen for any sounds, but hears nothing except the low ticktock of the wall clock that sits on the opposite wall from the door.

Cautiously, Jungkook steps further into the bedroom. His first stop is the closet, opening it rather loudly, only to come out empty.

Footsteps are heard behind him, and he cackles.

“Baby! You’re making this too easy!” he calls out, voice nearly a growl as he slams the closet doors shut.

Quickly, Jungkook is back in the hallway, catching a glimpse of Ale’s dress as she rounds a corner. He leans against the wall as he toys with the knife in his hands, admiring his nails as he gives her a few minutes to find a new hiding spot. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook leans his head back, his free hand palming his erection over his pants. His skin is flushed, his body heated, and yearning for Alejandra’s touch. Wants her on her knees for him, wants to hear her sweet moans when the icy blade touches her skin and makes her shiver.

Jungkook decides he’s had enough chasing. He needs Ale more than ever. Pushing off the wall, he takes a few slow steps forward, deciding to head to the shared bedroom. He’s positive Alejandra is hiding somewhere in there. 

As Jungkook enters the bedroom, he heads straight for the closet. Raising his hand, he drags the knife along the door before opening it slowly and sticking his head in. Alejandra covers her mouth to muffle the gasp as her heart races after hearing Jungkook in the bedroom.

It’s only a matter of seconds before he finds her.

“Alejandra,” Jungkook sings as he shuts the closet doors. “I know you’re in here, baby.”

Alejandra remains silent as Jungkook approaches with heavy footsteps. He looks at the nightstand, making sure the first aid kit is sitting there and ready in case it is needed. After all, safe play is the best play. He doesn’t intend to hurt Alejandra, but her safety will always be the utmost priority.

Jungkook chuckles as he checks beneath the bed, humming to himself. He smirks when he spots his girlfriend as she wiggles out from underneath.

He’s generous. He allows her ten seconds to escape before he’s chasing her with his knife. Her screams fill the home, fueling Jungkook’s sadistic self as he chases after her. He cackles when she slips on the kitchen floor, socks making it hard for her to run as she slides on the laminate flooring.

“Please!” Alejandra cries out as she falls on the floor, crawling toward the island, seeking shelter. Jungkook cackles as he approaches slowly. His thick boots meet the floor and it echoes in Ale’s ears. She holds her breath as her boyfriend presses edge of his knife to her neck, the cool blade sending shivers down her spine.

“What’s the matter, baby? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Jungkook quotes one of her favorite lines (with an adjustment) of Scream and she looks into his mask, tingles running down her spine. Alejandra wants him to kiss her, to touch her already.

“Kook,” she pants.

Jungkook remains silent. His Ghostface mask is all Ale can see as the knife digs into her skin slightly.

“Are you afraid, Alejandra?” Jungkook asks with a quirk of his head, checking in with her as a precaution.

“I’m not afraid. Do it,” Alejandra pleads, swallowing thickly as the knife presses harder against her. She moans, tuning herself out in her head as Jungkook slips the knife between her breasts, cutting her stupid costume open. The sound of it tearing apart leaves her clenching around nothing as her lust-filled eyes look at Jungkook’s mask straight on. Looking down at the scraps of cloth, she’s grateful she thought ahead and bought a backup costume.

The blade lays between her breasts, nipples hard and pussy dripping. Alejandra begs Jungkook to fuck her and he cuts through the rest of the thin velvet material of her dress easily.

“Fuck, baby. Tell me when you want to stop, okay?” Jungkook checks in. 

The blade slides across her hips. “Can I cut these off?”

Alejandra simply nods her consent. Jungkook waits for her to consent aloud before he’s using the knife to cut through her thong, throwing the scraps over his shoulder.

Leaving nothing to the imagination, Jungkook is quick to kiss his way up his girlfriend’s thick thighs. His lips suck on her thighs, hands gripping supple flesh as his teeth scrape along her inner thigh.

“Jungkook,” she breathes when she rips the mask off to discard it on her kitchen floor. 

“Ale,” he moans in response as he kisses her once again. His hands find purchase on her hips as he kisses her deeply, his tongue meeting hers in an intimate kiss that leaves his toes curling. 

Jungkook gains his restraint, his knife pressed to her neck once again. Her trembles make his cock rock hard as he presses deeper, but is careful not to draw blood.

“Fuck, Kook,” Ale moans, fingers tangled in his dark locks. 

“Jungkook,” Alejandra breathes as she pushes him onto the floor once the knife is safely placed on the ground before she’s climbing over him. Jungkook chuckles darkly, reaching for the knife to place on her breast. The cold blade makes her shiver when it meets her skin.

“Fuck,” Alejandra moans, scrambling off him, giggling as she runs off. 

Jungkook takes a few moments to himself, listening to the giggles of his girlfriend. She throws in a few screams to create the atmosphere but otherwise is silent save for the stomping of her sock-clad feet going down the hall.

Alejandra bites her plush bottom lip as she hides from her boyfriend, biting back the urge to moan when Jungkook stomps into the hall.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are, baby,” he sings as he walks down the hallway. Alejandra didn’t make a peep as she burrowed further into the closet.

“Baby,” Jungkook sings as he rips open his bedroom door, stomping into the room and opening the closet door. With ease, he pulls Alejandra out and kisses her.

“Mine,” he growls.

Jungkook easily manhandles her to the bed, her head falling onto the plush pillows. She reaches out for him, keening when the knife presses against her ribs. The sensation has her stilling, biting back a moan as he drags it slowly down her belly to her hips.

“You look amazing like this, baby. Don’t move, okay? Can you stay still for me?” Jungkook asks before he proceeds, needing to hear from Alejandra first.

“Yes,” she clears her throat before repeating herself in a steadier tone.

Jungkook nods. “You know your safe word, right?”

“Starfish,” Alejandra answers automatically. Jungkook grins, rewarding her with a kiss on her hip before he’s hovering over her, asking her to open her mouth wide. Alejandra whines, feeling the cool scrape of his chains hitting her chin when he moves over her. His dark gaze has her pulsating, pussy soaking wet in need of his cock to stretch her, fuck her full of him and his cum.

Smirking, Jungkook collects a thick glob of saliva before spitting it in her mouth. Alejandra curses when it lands on her tongue, swallowing eagerly before begging for more.

“Greedy little bitch.” he shakes his head with a laugh.

Sitting back on his knees, Jungkook takes a moment to pull the costume off his body, leaving him in just his pants, boxers, and boots that he’s kicking off before he’s kissing Alejandra once again. 

Soft hands reach for him, running down his broad shoulders and back. Nails scrape against his skin as a muffled moan meets Alejandra’s lips. 

“I love you,” Jungkook whispers against her lips, kissing her right after as his hand slips between his body to spread her legs wider. Alejandra is quick to unbutton his pants, her palm gripping his erection just to hear him hiss in response. He nips at her earlobe, calling her a tease as his fingertips brush her clit.

His name rolls off Alejandra’s tongue, thighs shaking as she pulls down the zipper of his pants. Before Jungkook can do much more, Alejandra is climbing off the bed with his mask in her hands.

“Put it on?” she asks with a sly smile.

Jungkook smirks looking down at her. He raises a brow, “Anything for you, my love.”

Without any hesitation, Jungkook puts the mask back on as Ale drops to her knees in front of him. His vision is slightly obscured by the mask but he can still see the smile on her lips as she grabs his pants by the belt loops and tugs them down. Jungkook chuckles at her eagerness, a tattooed hand coming down to stroke her hair.

“We’ve got all night,” he assures her but Alejandra shakes her head.

“We’re late enough as is,” she says as her hand wraps around his thick cock, mouth already watering at the sight of the pearl of pre-cum that she licks up with her tongue. Jungkook swallows thickly, at a loss for words when his girlfriend swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, sucking it and tonguing the slit. 

“Fuck, just like that,” he groans as he grabs her hair loosely so he can see her beautiful face stuffed with his dick.

Alejandra looks up, bats her lashes, and slurps loudly, obscene. Something about Jungkook in that mask leaves her soaking wet, her hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit while she takes more of his cock in her mouth, sloppily giving him head as he rocks his hips. 

At the first gag, Jungkook’s pulling out, giggling at his girlfriend’s overeagerness to please. He wraps his hand around his length, asking Alejandra to stick her tongue out for him. When she does so, he smacks it wetly on the flat of her tongue a few times before he’s smacking her cheek while she desperately tries to take him back in her mouth, drool dripping down her chin toward her chest. 

“Look at you, baby. Nothing but a cock hungry whore for my cock. You’re just dripping from everywhere, aren’t you?” Jungkook curses when she takes him back in her mouth, tears pooling in her eyes as he hits the back of her throat.

“Want me to fuck that little throat of yours, love?” He asks when she bobs up and down his length, one hand rolling his balls, saliva coating them as she continues to suck him off. She manages to say yes before she’s taking him back in her mouth, his cock wet and heavy on her tongue as he takes hold of her hair, knowing she’ll have to redo it when they’re finally ready to head out. 

Slowly, Jungkook sets a pace that she can take, not wanting to do too much too fast, but it’s not long until she’s begging him for more and he’s eager to do so. After all, he aims to please and what Ale wants, Ale gets.

Reminding herself to breathe through her nose, Alejandra takes everything Jungkook gives her. Her makeup is smeared, lipstick fucked onto her cheeks, while mascara and eyeliner run down her face to drip onto her skin.

She’s a fucked out mess but every time she looks up and sees the mask, she pushes through, begging for more until she’s gagging around her boyfriend’s cock, pleading for more as her sticky thighs press together in search of some sort of relief that doesn’t come as her pussy clenches around nothing, in need of Jungkook’s cock and nothing else.

Laughing, Jungkook takes his cock out of her mouth, ignoring the whine that leaves her lips as he helps her to her feet. Taking the mask off, he tosses it onto the bed before he’s kissing Alejandra’s lips, licking the spit off her chin to spit back in her mouth.

“Get on the bed,” Jungkook commands, and Ale is quick to do as she’s told, butterflies filling her belly as she settles onto the pillows.

Alejandra sits up, resting her weight on her elbows as she hungrily eyes her man. Her tongue peeks from between her lips, licking them as Jungkook fists his cock while maintaining eye contact. He knows she’d be just as content watching him get himself off as she would be if he were fucking her. Her pleasure stems from his pleasure and vice versa.

“Like what you see?” he asks with a shit-eating grin, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

“I do,” Alejandra answers breathlessly, her eyes never leaving his cock as he releases it. He hops from one foot to the other, ripping off his socks, pants, and boxers before he’s climbing onto the bed once again. He wastes no time in kissing her, knowing they’ve played enough games and he just wants to feel her.

Enthusiastically, Ale kisses him back. Moans muffled in between kisses, teeth nipping lips, and tongues twined as Jungkook holds her face with his large hands, swallowing each of her saccharine moans.

“Jungkook,” his name escapes her when he’s kissing his way to her neck, teeth scraping along her sensitive skin before he’s sucking the flesh until it blooms a pretty red. His tongue then laves over the spot, his hands grabbing handfuls of her tits.

When he’s satisfied with the marks he’s left on her neck, Jungkook moves down to do the same to her breasts in only spots he can see. After all, they still had a party to attend, even if they were over an hour late. 

Oh well, he’s sure Jimin would understand.

“Can I eat you out?” Jungkook asks as he settles between Alejandra’s thighs. His hands caress her calves, not touching her until he’s got her permission.

“Please,” comes her airy response as she falls back into the pillows behind her. She spreads her legs further, party be damned as Jungkook leans down, teasingly licking a thick wet stripe over her folds.

A shiver runs down her spine as she feels him do it again before he’s telling her to stay still.

“Don’t move, baby.” He reaches for the knife, using the handle to press onto her clit. Alejandra’s eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels the cool handle press on her clit before moving down until Jungkook is tossing it to the side closest to him to prevent any injury from occurring to her.

“Next time I should bring some ice,” he murmurs to himself. Temperature play wasn’t new to them either. The two of them normally fucked like bunnies, always adding a little spice here and there when the occasion called for it. Besides, feeling Jungkook’s ice-cold tongue on her clit left her trembling like a leaf fighting for its life with the first autumn breeze.

Jungkook’s hands grip Alejandra’s thighs, placing them over his shoulders as his fingers tease her clit, moving down to spread her lips, groaning when he sees how wet she is before he flicks his tongue against her clit. 

Teasingly, Jungkook pushes one finger inside her while he circles her clit with his tongue, lewdly smacking his lips when he does it again and adds a second finger, curling them inside her as he fucks her on his fingers, pussy squelching lewdly.

“Fuck,” Alejandra covers her eyes, face heated with embarrassment, but a slap on her thigh gets her attention. Jungkook looks at her, asking her to sit up and look at him.

“Don’t you dare look away and don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear you,” he states firmly as he locks eyes with hers. Alejandra nods, trying her best to keep her gaze on him as he goes back to eating her out, tongue swirling and twirling before he’s pressing his soaked fingers to her clit while his tongue fucks her entrance. 

Alejandra writhes beneath him, feeling each long lick as she melts into the mattress while Jungkook alternates between long slow licks and short fast ones before taking her clit into his mouth and sucking it, teeth gently nipping it before he’s back to fucking her open on his fingers, arousal dripping down his tatted wrist. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook moans softly as he watches Ale come undone on his fingers, thighs pressed together as his name fills the room. Her body arches, thighs quivering as she grips the sheets with one hand and a handful of his thick black hair in the other. She ruts her hips against his face, fucking herself on his tongue as she hits her high and combusts.

“Jungkook! Jungkook! Kook!” she can’t think of anything else as she comes down, her hair sticking to her forehead with sweat as she apologizes for pulling his hair so hard. 

Jungkook grins, licking her arousal from his lips. “No need. I loved it.”

Alejandra giggles, sighing as she stares up at the ceiling, her heavy tits rising and falling with each of her breaths. Her heart is beating erratically in her chest, her body consumed by pleasure and tiredness when she’s able to collect herself, only to sit up and see Jungkook licking her essence off his fingers and grinning like a madman when he’s caught.

Almost immediately, Jungkook is above her again, chains hitting her in the face in his eagerness to get to her.

“Kook,” she laughs when she grips his chains to pull him down to her. He smiles before he captures her lips with his, kissing her deeply, her essence heavy on his tongue as they twine when the kiss deepens.

Jungkook places his hand on her thigh, lifting it to wrap around his waist. Alejandra moans when she feels the head of his cock press against her clit with each rock of his hips.

“I need you,” she whispers in between kisses. Her hands cradle his gorgeous face, mindful of his piercings as she feels herself fall deeper in love. Jungkook is all smiles and tender kisses as he lines himself at her entrance, moaning her name when she stretches to accommodate him.

“Baby,” she breathes, biting back a moan as the thickness of his cock makes her ache in the best way. Jungkook stays still for a moment, allowing her to make all the moves as she slowly spears herself on his cock to make her body take him. She’s so warm and wet. It drives Jungkook nearly insane until he bottoms out with a loud, sinful groan that makes Alejandra clench around him tighter.

“Holy shit,” she gasps at the feel of him. She swears she feels him in her stomach. Hell, maybe even her lungs as she takes a breath and her eyes squeeze shut before she’s moaning at the first cant of his hips.

“Do you want more?” Jungkook asks gently, a kiss pressed to her cheek as he makes sure his chains don’t hit her in the face when he moves. 

“Please, Koo. I want it. I need it. Need you,” Alejandra curses when he pulls out only to slam back in, making her arch off the bed. “Only you, you, you.”

Jungkook takes her hand in his, lacing his fingers with hers as he sets a steady rhythm, listening to every delectable sound that escapes her. Jungkook noses his way to her neck, licking and sucking on the column of her throat to add more hickeys to the constellation already on her skin.

Smirking, Jungkook grabs both her hands to pin over her head with one of his. 

“Fuck, Kook,” Alejandra moans, hands released so her nails can dig into his back as he fucks her harder, deeper, making sure she can feel every ridge of his fat cock as he splits her open. His mouth covers hers, moans and curses muffled.

“That’s my girl. Taking my cock so well,” Jungkook praises, just to listen to Alejandra whine in agreement, pleading for more as he grips her legs to place her ankles over his shoulders. He tugs her plush hips toward him, giggling when she screams in surprise at his brute strength.

Jungkook wastes no more time drilling into her, a hand reaching down to grab one of her big bouncing tits, leaning forward and bending her like a pretzel to take it in his mouth. His tongue circles her nipple into a stiff peak, sucking it before releasing it with a pop to do the same to her other nipple before he’s back to fucking her ruthlessly, grinning when the headboard smacks against the wall, again and again, the soundtrack of their coupling.

“Jungkook, fuck. So deep,” Alejandra babbles, eyes fluttering shut as her nails drag down his thigh before she rubs her clit. Jungkook grins, lifting her leg to his lips, planting a kiss on her foot before he’s placing his hand beside her head and fucking her until her thighs tremble around his waist and she falls apart in a mess of cries and curses.

“That’s it, love. Cum for me like the little slut you are,” Jungkook grunts, his hips slamming against her, balls hitting her ass as he cums inside her with a deep moan of her name.

“Shit,” he throws his head back, pleasure coursing through his body as her cunt tightens around him, milking every drop from his cock before he’s pulling out and sitting back on his feet just to see his release trickling out of her cunt.

“Looks so good,” he mumbles to himself before he’s licking it up.

“Kook!” Alejandra whines, her legs shaking as she tries to press them together with a giggle.

“Can’t help myself,” Jungkook blushes as he licks his lips, fucking the rest of his cum and hers back into her with his fingers. He brings them to his lips, sucking them clean before he’s kissing her.

“How was it?” he asks, his arms wrapped around her.

“So good,” she says as she places her head on his shoulder. Jungkook stays at her side for as long as she needs before she’s tugging him out of bed and toward the shower.

If they’re fast enough, they can make it to the party before 11 pm, only two hours late. 

“You sure you can handle my Ghostface again?” Jungkook teases as he gets dressed after their brisk shower.

“As long as you can handle my Yor costume.” Alejandra grins when she steps out of the bathroom in her new costume. Jungkook’s jaw drops when he takes her in, licking his lips as he approaches.

“Challenge accepted, baby girl.”

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[writerpetals]

gratified | 🔞

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

Feeling him grow hard between your thighs causes the heat to build from the pit of your stomach before it floods every inch of you. The way he desperately grips your hips in an attempt to receive more only fuels the desire to tease him further. He’s cute and whiny when he’s worked up, feeling his hard cock pressing to the silk of your thin panties to drive you wild with desire.

“Please, baby,” he groans, voice deep and strained against your ears. His head falls back against the couch where you are currently straddling him, knees on each side with the two of you only in your underwear. What started as nothing more than a heated make-out session quickly turned into you teasing him in nothing but panties, and he groans beneath you, so eager to come it becomes arousing all on its own.

“You’re cute when you beg,” you tease him, lowering yourself to his lips to taste the desperation on his skin. He cranes his neck to get more of you, chasing your mouth as you pull away with a giggle and continue rocking yourself against his throbbing cock. He strains against his boxer-briefs, pulling the fabric so tight against his skin it begins to hurt, but you have no mercy on the boy as he whines beneath you.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he chokes on the words as he speaks. You can’t deny the fact, loving to watch his eyes roll as he bites down on his bottom lip. It’s a sinful sight to behold and one that drives you to draw out the moment for as long as you can. His muscles tense and tighten beneath you, every inch of his stomach contracting against your fingertips resting over him. “Just sit on my cock already, baby.”

You ignore every desperate plea, continuing to grind yourself against him just to watch him suffer. Though suffering and begging quickly turns into groaning and jerking his hips beneath you. He’s too worked up at this point, taking notice the moment his teeth sink into his bottom lip and his brow wrinkles. The bliss begins to overtake the need as the silk of your panties coated with your own arousal slipping against his painfully hard cock finally starts to suffice.

Though you take time to pause for a moment, easing yourself off of him to grip four fingers into the band of his boxers. Surprised, he watches carefully as his cock springs free, brushing your fingertips along his length to earn a hiss from the motion before you’re settling against him once again. Now the silk eases over his flesh to have him groaning, yearning for more once you begin to ride him again.

“Go faster, baby,” he groans with a hiss. A request that is so easy to comply with. You can’t help but to follow the words, riding his cock fast enough to please him. It only helps when his arousal, so thick and hard and twitching for release, presses tight against your clit, suddenly becoming just as worked up as him as your hips move quicker.

Warmth rushes from between your thighs to reach the rest of your body, toes curling while pressing harder against his cock. Your aching clit works against the tip of his length, becoming lost in your own pleasure with the desire to tease him no longer your main priority. You never knew how good it would feel to grind against him, even with panties on, with your juices beginning to drip from your core to soak through your panties and dampen his flesh.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, words nearly choked and caught in his throat, but he can’t help but to compliment you when it feels so damn good to have you against his body, pleasuring his cock in any way possible. “Ride me, just like that. Keep going.” His hips thrust from between your thighs, nearly catching you off guard from the sudden jerk, but your eyes only shut tighter as you fall into the pure adrenaline of the bliss rushing through your veins.

The arousal coating his flesh from the way you drip in need for him only makes the motions easier, slicker, caressing his cock between your thighs as it presses so tight against your folds. Each time the tip brushes past your clit, a shiver runs down your spine, the heat from below swelling more and more with each second that passes. Whimpers and moans begin to spill from your lips, calls of his name, a few curses, so surprised at how good riding his cock in such a way can feel.

“Fuck, I’m-” you begin to mutter, but your voice is overtaken by desperate moans, strained and so breathless as they pour from within. You want to tell him how good it feels, that you’re getting so close as the greed consumes you and you want nothing more than release while rubbing yourself against his cock. The slick, sticky silk of your panties is foreign in the way it eases over your skin, knowing how amazing it must feel to him as well.

His grip on your hips tightens, urging you to continue, begging for more without much more than a deep, raspy groan that bubbles from within his chest. The bliss is filling him to the brim, and from the way he pushes his hips into you from below, you know his end is drawing near.

So you move faster, grind your hips harder, press against him tighter to receive all you can. Surges of warmth begin to course through you, warning you you’re seconds away from coming undone. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from becoming too loud, nails leaving marks against his skin and it suddenly becomes too much to bear as the pleasure fills every inch of your body.

Your muscles tense, trembling against him as the first wave of ecstasy crashes over you. Your hips slow as your body shakes, but he won’t let you stop. Still rolling your hips against him with the guidance of two hands pressed to your body, the pleasure soon becomes far too overwhelming as you come undone, walls clenching, just dying for him to be inside of you.

He thrusts from below, so close to the edge watching you reach your peak. His cock slips back and forth between your thighs, getting to hear you moan and whimper, feeling you quiver against him, only helping him in his own pleasure until he’s huffing and panting and finally releasing the pent up tension as a deep, yet strained groans slips from his lips.

In an instant he’s making a mess of himself. Thick ropes of white coat his stomach, landing in droplets against his skin as you watch him come undone beneath you. The sight of his clenched jaw and muscles tensing as he climaxes has desire burning all over again in the pit of your stomach. His cock twitches beneath you as he comes, grip loosening around your waist until the moment his hands fall to his sides and he grows limp against the sofa.

As he tries to collect his breath, you slip off of him to press your back to the opposite side of the couch, doing the same while regaining your energy from discovering something new and sinful with him. Even if you were only wanting to make-out, and then tease him, neither of you can complain when the results are so satisfying.

[onlyswan]

art what do u think would be in which couple's halloween costumes? and also to oc how many times have kookie convinced u to go ghost hunting in your apartment? hahahahaha

you sigh at the mention of ghost-hunting. “he was sad about it… when we didn’t find any ghosts in the apartment. i’ve thought about going to the other members’ houses and us trying out the equipment he bought there… heh, you know, just to be sure… but they will probably kick us out, right?”

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ooohhh halloween costumes !! oc would want to be romeo and juliet <3 and jungkook hmm vampires maybe but oc would also beg him to be spiderman even just once looking at him all like 🥺🥺🥺

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[8seokss]

careful what you wish for