#googies pretty hair

[borathae]

framing these on my wall

[euphor1a]

The most boyfriend to ever boyfriend 😔

[sparklingchim]

number 7; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 3k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

warnings: v jelly googie 😐, brat oc & brat tamer jk !! 🫢, mirror sex, overstimulation, possessiveness, squirting, dirty talk, marking, they love bickering, cum eating, spanks, jaykay's lowkey a simp <3, taking kinda? naughty pictures 😋, choking, tummy bulging, size kink, name calling

summary: pov: your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.

a/n: i couldn't resist 👩🏻‍💻 m tew obsessed w him what can i say ✋🏼

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You don’t know how exactly this situation unfurled.

It just kind of happened.

One minute you were on your way to Jungkook’s shabby dorm, padding briskly across the dim campus to fetch your journal that you accidentally misplaced in his apartment – and the next, Jungkook is fucking you in front of his mirror while you are clad in nothing but his jersey.

The correlation between your initial ambition and your current circumstance is a tiny mix of fragmented thoughts in your mind as Jungkook unceasingly thrusts into you.

You just wanted your journal back.

But Jungkook gave you his dick instead.

His oversized jersey swallows your body. He has the soft material tightly bundled in his hand at your lower back.

“God, Jungkook.”

His cock stretches your cunt deliciously, rutting into you with full force.

Your palms are placed on Jungkook’s fully-body mirror, and you feel partly guilty for dirtying it with your fingerprints. But it’s not like either of you genuinely care about producing a mess the way Jungkook fiercely pounds into you from behind. You both are destined to create a mess when you’re together.

Your eyes meet in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” Jungkook rasps. His palm smooths over your clothed back, pulling your hair to the side to get a clearer view of the imprint.

Jeon Jungkook. 7.

Seeing you in in his jersey sprouted carnal desire in Jungkook, something plainly self-indulgent. It dwindled his freshly blossomed possessiveness from recent events but made his need for you grow even bigger.

“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you?” He returns your stare in the mirror, mussed bangs fluttering over his forehead.

“Harder, Jungkook,” you demand breathlessly.

“What’s the word?” You see his eyebrow twitch slightly in the mirror.

“Please - please fuck me harder, Jungkook.”

His hands are firmly anchored in your hips and he changes his lunges to sharper, rougher ones. Your heartbeat roars in your ears, legs trembling as his length is deeply sheathed inside, his tip kissing places that elicit the softest whines from you.

“You like this, don’t you?” His big hand snakes around your throat. “Like getting fucked like a slut?”

The pads of his fingers press into you and your eyes blur. Just the sight of his inked hand on your throat makes your pussy squeeze his cock, the giddiness flourishing everywhere, reaching your fingertips and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pretty princess loves to get fucked like a slut, hm?” he whispers.

“Yes, yes I do – fuck.”

His hushed, dirty words kindle the tingle in your tummy and you fall apart beneath him, a sniffled moan scurrying past your lips.

A dark scoff hits the base of your neck. “That’s a good girl.” He plants the tiniest kiss on your shoulder, releasing your throat from his grip. “Always so good.”

Jungkook draws you into his arms, moving to his bed with you.

“On your back,” he instructs, pushing you down on his bed.

You get comfortable on his soft duvet, legs spread. Jungkook’s hand is braced at the back of your thigh. He eases his cock back into you, tongue darting out as your tight walls enclose him again.

He tugs the jersey up, staring at the way he vanishes between your velvety pussylips, your tummy bulging when he bottoms out. Jungkook moves leisurely, the way he moves his hips so sinful and practised, the thin curb chain in silver he is wearing dangles over your face.

“Pretty,” you chunter. You reach out and play with it a little as Jungkook places his palm on your tummy with a little pressure. “Mhmm, Jungkook.” Your toes curl in pleasure and he smirks, giving your knee a tiny peck. “You’re so big,” you slur.

“Your little pussy takes me so well,” he praises. His hand disappears under his jersey, and he palms your supple breast. Your tiny nub pops out when Jungkook pinches and plays with it.

You choke on a gasp. Your legs impulsively wrap around him to drag him closer.

“Mine.” Jungkook’s fierce eyes trail down your body. “All mine.”

A sprinkle of playfulness sets on your face. “You’re still jealous because of Chanyeol?”

A day has passed since the kiss cam made Chanyeol and you kiss. You weren’t able to see Jungkook after the game because his team went out for dinner after their win.

As usual Taehyung invited you, but you declined. The way your brother spoke to you with cold eyes was reason enough to stay home instead. Jungkook was following your little conversation from the back, his secret glances prickling your skin.

When Taehyung came back home, he didn’t waste a second to reprimand you. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he interrupted your Sims 4 gameplay, rudely disregarding the reality tv show that was blasting on tv, with his annoying nagging and unnecessary enquiries.

He even dared to ask is Chanyeol your boyfriend? And you wanted to answer yes just to annoy him.

But you also wanted to resume building a house for your Sims family and watch your reality tv show in peace, so you grimaced, a harsh no rolling off your tongue.

Jungkook’s tongue pokes his cheek. “ ‘m not,” he denies, thrusts turning keener.

“Sure you’re not.” The pad of your fingers trickle along his broad front. “Chanyeol-” His name leaves your mouth as a moan when Jungkook pounds into you deep, his cock reaching spots that make you breathless for a moment. “Chanyeol is a good kisser.”

“He can have your mouth.” Jungkook’s leans down, shadowy eyes staring straight into yours. You inhale shakily. “He can have a little kiss.” His tone is tinted with mockery, combined with a condescending undercurrent. “But your pussy,” – Jungkook lifts your chin with his thumb – “is mine.”

Your heart beats abnormally in your chest.

“Prove it.”

Jungkook is not in the least swayed by your provocation. He’s become used to it by now.

His brow twitches, the challenge twinkling in his eyes. Jungkook stops, his hand is on the curve of your hip, demanding you to flip over.

“Ass up.” He tugs your ass up in the air. His palm rests on the back of your head. “Face down.”

There’s nothing that makes you heart flutter more than sparking the fire in Jungkook.

He squeezes his cock between your plush pussylips. A forceful push of his hips coaxes a whiny moan from you.

“Prove it?” Jungkook ridicules you. “Fucking take it then.”

His hips clash against your body and you nuzzle your face deep into the pillow as a cry flies past your lips. Jungkook pounds you into his mattress, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

He eyes keep wandering to his name printed on the jersey. Your tiny, stunning body swathed in what belongs to him. It reminds him that you want this just as badly as he does – that you keep coming back to him because you want to be with him as much as he wants to be with you. That you can’t get enough of his cock as he can’t from your pussy. That you keep this secret arrangement going because neither of you is ready to let go.

And Jungkook makes sure it remains that way by fucking you the way he knows you will inevitably cum around his cock.

“Always so naughty, so bratty,” he spits, striking your ass. “You wanna act like a brat?” He smacks you again, harder. “Then you’re getting fucked like one.”

Jungkook wears a frown on his face. The wet sounds of his cock ruining your pussy spurs him on. His skin slaps against yours, creating obscene sounds that are one of Jungkook’s favourites.

After wetting his thumb with his spit, he dips his pad into your other hole, just to tease a little. You wriggle beneath him, whiny sounds erupting from you.

“Let me tease,” he shushes, spitting on your puckered hole and circling his thumb over it. “Gonna fuck your ass the next time you behave like a fucking brat.”

“God,” you mutter into the pillow.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Jungkook removes his finger just when you started relaxing, earning a prolonged whimper from you. “You’re not the only one who gets to tease, princess.” Jungkook feels your walls clamp together. He hisses at your tight pussy, swallowing his own desire to fill you up and focusing on you instead.

“G-gonna cum. Fuck – I’m so close.”

“That’s what I thought.” His voice is dripping in contempt, but that’s exactly what prompts you to reach your high like a whirlwind. “Moan my fucking name when you cum.”

“Jungkook.” You meekly whine his name, heavy puffs hit the pillow as the feeling in your tummy expands into your entire body.

“Good girl.” His saccharine lilt dispels your drowsiness, gently drawing you back to reality.

Jungkook withdraws his cock from your clenching walls. You complain in a sulky grumble at the loss.

You lift your head and crane your neck around.

His doe eyes shimmer in a way that you can’t quite pinpoint. Before you can ask him, Jungkook spreads your cheek apart with one hand, his other plunging two fingers inside your soft pussy.

Your head plops down again as a shrill squeak springs from your chest.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His fingers are fast, unyielding. “You’re gonna cum again for me.”

“Too much.”

“Yeah? Too much?” Mock sympathy bleeds from his voice. The pad of his fingers rub over your sensitive spot. “I know you can take it,” Jungkook says. “I know my pussy can take it.”

Your fingers claw at the pillow beneath your face, muffled mewls flying across your lips. He gets you to the point of losing yourself in another climax fast, his deft fingers know precisely how to move inside you, how to get your walls spasm around them as the feeling builds up in your tummy.

“Huh, princess?” His other hand delivers a teasing spank on your ass. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Always so greedy.”

You want to say no I’m not gonna cum, want to act bratty again just because, but your head answers his taunting question with little, desperate yeses like a mantra.

The muscles in your belly contract when everything in your body begins to tingle. You tremble, pussy pulsating from the sensitivity. It’s so intense your hands hurt from gripping the pillow for dear life. The sounds in the room are nasty, so wet. More prominent than usual.

You are frazzled, a quivering mess lying limply on his rustled sheets.

Jungkook’s fingers are still sheathed between your fluttering walls, but his movements have stopped. “Fuck, princess,” he says with wonder. “You squirted everywhere.”

Your perplexity wins over your need to catch your breath and you turn your head, blinking in confusion. “I did what?”

“Squirted,” he curtly repeats in a mumble, popping his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean.

It has happened before, just very rarely. But every time you have, Jungkook eyes sparkled in a lustful and dreamy way – like right now.

“Was that good, huh?” He ribs, lips curving up into a smirk.

With a tired sigh, your cheek meets the cushiony pillow. You mumble something incoherent.

Jungkook stoops down. His hand brushes over your hair, smoothing some flyaways that sprouted from your wriggling.

“Don’t underestimate me.” His voice is low, eliciting tingles on your skin, but the kiss he plants on your cheek is soft, feather light.

You smile, a little deliriously, a little awestruck.

You roll onto your back. “Where do you wanna cum?”

Jungkook sits on his heels, lazily stroking his cock. He ogles your body, tiny puffs bubbling from his mouth. Instinctively, your catch your lower lip with your teeth. Watching Jungkook pleasure himself, the view of his tatted hand in general, makes your fingertips itch in anticipation.

You exchange your hand with his while he still muses over his choices.

He gazes at you slack-jawed. “Face,” Jungkook utters between desperate moans.

You shake your head. It is tempting, considering Jungkook’s yearning eyes, but you don’t want to ruin your make-up. “I still have somewhere to go.”

A frown twists his features. “Where are you going? It’s late.”

“It’s not late,” you argue.

“It’s dark outside. I should bring you home.” His hand closes around yours, signalising to tighten your grasp on his cock. You do, pumping him with a little more pressure. The soft sounds from his lips that follow are like music to your ears.

“It’s just the stationary shop. Need to stock up on some things.”

“Stickers?” he questions, brows furrowed when your hand moves faster.

“Yeah. And my black gel pen too.”

“The 0.5 mm one?”

You giggle. “Yes, that one.”

You lean closer to add a little spit on his dick, but you can’t help but tease him a little. You glide your tongue over the underside of his cock, swirl around his flush tip and suck a little on it.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Mouth feels so good.”

You continue with kitten licks, eyes casted upwards to catch every reaction. The visible muscles on Jungkook’s tummy strain as he nears his climax.

“Gonna cum,” he chokes out.

You draw back, pumping his cock as breathy, helpless moans escape Jungkook. Strings of white land on his defined abdomen and you watch him release with avid eyes.

“So much,” you mumble, flicking your finger through the mess on Jungkook’s glistening skin and sticking your cum covered pad into your mouth.

Gaspingly, Jungkook reaches for tissues on the bedside table. He cleans himself up before he orders you to lie down. He spreads your legs apart by pushing your thigh and tenderly cleans you as well.

He haphazardly tosses the dirty tissues back on his table.

“Wanna take a shower?” Jungkook mutters into the crook of your neck.

You throw your leg over his cinched waist. “I gotta go. The stationary shop will close soon.”

Jungkook pulls his jersey up, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbones and down to your tits. He shortly teases your sensitive bud with his tongue before he presses a kiss below your boob. You feel him suck your skin between his puffy lips and utter a whiny complaint.

“No marks.” You lightly kick him with your heel on his ass.

Jungkook grouses against your skin. “No one’s gonna see it here.” He says affronted.

“I couldn’t wear the cute top I wanted today because of this.” You point to the faint purple mark beneath your collarbone.

“You look cuter in this anyway,” he retorts smoothly, giving your tit one last peck. “Should wear it more often.” He covers your body with his jersey again.

You grow shy beneath his stare, but you push him off your body and stand up. Jungkook fluffs the pillow and lets his back hit the mattress.

He has a cheeky smile plastered on his face. “You look so fucking sexy in my jersey.” His tongue swipes over his pink bottom lip. “Do a little twirl for me.” With his palm tucked under his head, he watches with relish as you spin.

You giggle mid-turn, a bubbly feeling swelling in your chest.

“Pretty.” Jungkook grabs his phone from the nightstand. “Lemme snap a pic.” He sits up.

You turn your back to him, and he gently pulls your hair to the side.

Jungkook has a vast collection of pictures of you from numerous nights spent in each other's bed. He takes joy in photography, and being Jungkook’s muse feels oddly fulfilling – but only on condition that your face is not visible in any of his snapshots.

You gasp when your feel Jungkook’s sneaky hand pull up his jersey and grab a handful of your ass. He chuckles at your reaction and takes quick pictures of the pretty ass in front of him.

“Yah,” you scold him, turning around again.

He flashes you the softest, dimpled smile and you are momentarily struck dumb by his effortless prettiness.

He grabs your hand and pulls you onto his lap. “Lemme come with you.”

You arrange his tangly bangs. “You know we can’t.” You’re very careful not to be seen with Jungkook. Rumours spread quickly here.

“No one will see us in the stationary store,” he insists.

“Why do you even wanna go there.” You quirk an eyebrow. “There’s nothing for you there.”

Jungkook shrugs indifferently, but you catch the corner of his lips lift faintly. “You’re there.”

“Stop playing,” you say, nudging his shoulder. But you can’t help the smile that forms on your face.

“Watchu doing tomorrow?”

“Shopping for a dress. Mum said I should dress nicely for the dinner with Minho and his parents.”

You don’t want your parents to come over for the weekend. And you certainly don’t want to have dinner with their friends, whose son they’re trying to set you up with.

“We won’t see each other then?” Jungkook asks, squeezing your bare thigh.

Your fingers find his necklace and you toy with it a little. “Probably.” You lean closer to catch his mouth in a kiss before you get up. “I’m gonna head out now.”

“Send me pics,” Jungkook tells you in his sweet voice.

“Huh?”

“In that dress you’re gonna buy. I wanna see you in it.”

You titter at his shamelessness. “Behave for once, Jungkook.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Say that again and I’ll throw you over my lap.”

He knows exactly what he is doing. He sports a proud smile on his face, cocking his head in provocation.

You muse over it as you step into your panties. Your eyes land on your journal on Jungkook’s desk.

You’d like to stay, but the stationary store. You wanted to spend a cosy evening in your room, journaling with some new supplies to finish off the hectic day.

You remove Jungkook’s jersey from your body. His round eyes immediately land on your naked figure.

Mischievousness contorts your features. “Next time,” you promise.

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read pt 1 here if u haven't <3

[lucy-shining-star]

So I keep mentioning of Scooby Doo and Reluctant Werewolf and it’s Dracula, how he is pretty acurate to book, and outright evil, not made for sympathy and now I decided to rewatch to fresh my meomory and talk about how Dracula is presented and maybe some of other things that will make me think of Dracula daily or fandom

So narrator’s first introduction to Dracula is calling him ‘World’s most evil menace’. Strong start 

Well so Dracula is boss of some monsters and one just freaking. Decided to go on retirement and wrote a postcard with ‘Glad you are not here’. 

Oh there is woman that I kind of assumed was Dracula’s wife when I was watching this when I was kid but know I think there might be nothing saying it at all. ...I mean I checked tv tropes and wiki and she is called ‘Dracula’s assistant so. ...Well it’s kind of weird what I assumed given something’s later. Oh also I don’t know if she is vampire or even a monster? She has like normal human skin

I was also kind of wondering if she was meant to be like vampire Mina or Lucy dunno like creators watched some adaptation and took her kinda from here and changed her? ...Although that was mostly to make some jokes later

Now there are playing to make new werewolf so making someone moster motive is here

‘It shows the one to became a werewolf’ Well that makes me think of all that ‘Jonathan is supernatural and Dracula/being around Dracula activated it’

Dracula’s assistant says ‘Mmm man he is cute’ at Shaggy’s picture when she is standing right next to Dracula and it’s not like I forgot about that when I was a kid I saw that woman swooning about another man openly and I still assumed she is Dracula’s wife. Anyway so about jokes I wanted to make is that if she is inspired by Mina or Lucy and is Dracula’s wife when she doesn’t show any signs of being attracted to him and swoon over food-loving, fast-running, brown haired guy with dogs. ...Oh and American. ...I don’t have anything to link him to John, sorry John :(

Dracula’s reaction ‘a cute werewolf. Blah’ hmm I must admit I don’t think that would be Dracula from reaction

‘If it fails it means unspeakable torture’ -Dracula

Hmmm. Shaggy is sceptic in this. Maybe he has something of John

Oh Shaggy is turned into werewolf (he doesn’t know that yey) and as he is escaping from Dracula henchmen shouting ‘monsters’ people are wanting to catch him shouting ‘monster’

Hmm assistant adressed Dracula as ‘Draccy, honey’ so maybe my assumptions weren’t wrong. Or ast least not baseless

When they are awake in Castle Dracula Shaggy think at first it’s a nightmare. Even when Googie (oh btw, Googie is Shaggy’s girlfriends, there is also Scrappy here. Neither Daphne, Fred or Velma are here) asks ‘all of us?’ he is like ‘it has to be’ 

Oh rest believed him it’s a dream. Or at least are willing to prove this theory ‘If it’s all a dream let wake up’. I don’t know why though Shaggy did a good job with turning monsters against each other by saying mean things and making monsters argue about which it isXD

Dracula says to gang they can leave just like that. They are surprised Dracula ‘Would I lie?’ All other monsters ‘Aaaa? Yeah! Sure!’ ...Hmm did what’s happening to Shaggy happen to any of them?

Shaggy and Scooby got tempted to stay by promise of food

Hmmm. That Dracula definitelty doesn’t sure book Dracula knowledge of how to cook for humans. That’s tough luck for Shaggy and Scooby

He didn’t let them go

Scrappy got the ‘go by window down the castle’ idea(with help of rope made of sheets). That castle is lower, or at least that tower is lower but it’s also surronded by water. And instead of wolves there is crocodile)or alligator)? Let’s not think to much about how they are in Europe. Maybe that Dracula also went to zoo to steal

Trap door leading to Dracula’s henchman telling them ‘I did request you do not try to escape’ 

They tried another hidden door and now ghost is chasing them and I dunno why they are so scared of ghost after seeing all of other monsters

They ended up on party

Hmm Scooby and Shaggy ate something and they liked it until Dracula said what it is but I didn’t understand what it is. Maybr that Dracula can cook after all...If it was he who prepared that

These witches likes dogs. Funny considering witches are associated with cats

Did Scrappy just kill mummy

Now they ended up in a trap room with wall full of spikes that is moving towards them. And Dracula is speaking from above

Dracula said if Shaggy agrees to do race he will change him back to human and send them all back to home

Dracula teleported to their room in morning at the cockrow

Hmm. That Dracula had to stay out of daylight but now he wears sunblock. Number ‘5022′ 

Oh again something tasty but suspicious cause it’s made of beans that grow in torture chamber. And makes who eat this howl. (...though it’s also werewolf and dogs that ate those cause Googie didn’t touch so I dunno if it would make everyone howl)

Gang want to test ride and Dracula didn’t allow to take werewolf car for that saying there are some changes made for Shaggy but did allow their own car after some hestitation. Later one henchmen asks if that was wise cause what if they try to escape but Dracula said they won’t if Shaggy want to turn him back to normal and that’s it’s also chance for some good rotten fun

Also now I’m wondering if they did escape before Dracula promised to turn Shaggy back to normal if he wins how would Shaggy live later? Would they even escape from people in Transylvania and would having two speaking dogs help in that situation? I doubt it 

Oh there are more crocodiles/alligators. That Dracula went to zoo more often

Scrappy called them ‘crooks’ so I guess crocodiles. Also Dracula just put their car on some tiny piece on land on this water intentionally

LMAO AT SCOOBY AND SCRAPPY JUST MAKING MARSHALLOWS IN DRAGON BREATH TUNNEL THAT DRACULA’S HENCHMAN MAKE HOTTER TO SCARE THEM

Oh they were later with it so it wasn’t that hot alright

...Did Dracula just call his henchman bimbos

Oh Dracula’s hechnman are named Crunchy and Brunchy. Probably was mentioned before but I forgot now gonna adress them like that

Dracula wants to make Shaggy not sleep

They didn’t manage to do anything to disturb Shaggy’s sleep yet he still is super tired? I thought maybe they decided to start race earlier but even if. Scooby, Scrappy and Googie don’t seem sleepy so idk

Peasants seems more tired than scared of Dracula though

Shaggy seems sleepy still maybe changing into werewolf cause him to be sleepy during day

Oh kiss from Goggie woke him up

I don’t know if Dracula made something for Shaggy’s car to work worse but he played himself if he did cause Shaggy just caused huge crash before race started cause he couldn’t control it

Oh there is a gun. I mean Dracula’s assistant or whoever that is to him anyway her name is Vanna Pira has a starting gun

Vanna Pira shot Dracula and it didn’t even really look like accident to be honestXD

Dracula wanted to shoot Crunchy and Brunchy but something happened with gun and he shot himself. Peasants cheered

Hmm. Dracula called Vanna Pira darling

‘That hunch bunch would break my heart. If I had one’ -Dracula

Oh there is spider here. Big spider

Vanna Pira called Shaggy ‘Cutie Pie’

Dracula causing Shaggy to get lost

Scrappy used pepper to save Shaggy and Scooby from monster

Oh there is train

Dracula got hit by train

Vanna Pira called Shaggy precious and said that he is so cute in his fur

Oh she wants to have fur herself

Dracula stole Shaggy’s engine

‘And now that he can’t win, Shaggy will a werewolf forever and under my power’

Shaggy did you really have to say it would be bad if anything happened to Googie and Scrappy. You gave Dracula an idea

‘The monster is not real’ ‘Yikes. Like are you sure the monster knows that?’ lmao

Hunch bunch kidnapped Googie and Scrappy so now Shaggy and Scooby are out of race going to rescue them

Vanna Pira is sad at perspecitve of Shaggy not being werewolf anymore

Shaggy won race and Dracula is denying to change him back 

He claims there isn’t a way

Vanna Pira says it’s not true and holds a book that can do it

Dracula took book from her Scooby stole book from him

There was a bit of taking book back-and-forth

They are escaping Dracula still trying to catch them

He destroyed his own transportation by one way in which he was trying to catch them

They landed on plane

Shaggy transformed back at home

Dracula is being chase by shark. I guess that Dracula can swim

[softlyjiminie]

cherry glosses n car washes | j.j.k

⇢ pairing(s): goth!jeon jungkook x sorority sister!reader.

⇢ word count: 7K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: pwp, smut, fluff, college!au, sorority!au.

⇢ summary: in the blistering heat of the summer sun, a bikini carwash is the last place you’d expect to find tattoo bearing, black sweater wearing jeon jungkook. but then again, no one expected to find him dating everyone’s beloved sorority queen YN LN either. in all honesty, he only really came to support her…but most definitely in more ways than one.

⇢ warning(s): please read! brief fight scene, heavy smut, pwp, switch!jungkook, switch!reader, oral sex (male receiving.), oral fixation, fingering, handjobs, heavy!exhibitionism, dirty talk, overstimulation, male masturbation, cumplay, creampie, unprotected sex - please wear protection!

⇢ author’s note(s): hello my loves! happy august! i hope you all are having a beautiful summer! the time has finally arrived for this cheeky fic, read with caution! extreeeme jk spice up ahead. ( thank you to @bangtan-headquarters for allowing me to participate in their Bangtan Boardwalk Collab Event! )

everyone knows who YN LN is. some know you as a daughter, a friend but to everyone at alpha delta pi, you were sister. you were a kind to all, taking care of your peers in your sorority, whether that be during times of hardship or just needing a simple friend to pull through. no person went untouched by your bright light, no person went without your cheery smiles and soft spoken voice, through cherry glossed lips and under peach blush.  you made friends everywhere you went, entrancing them with sparkling eyes and a soft cherry blossom scent— and although you denied it, you were everything everyone wanted to be; smart, pretty, popular— you were living the dream.

but then there was your dream...jeon jungkook.

with dark ink tattoos of guns and roses spiralling down his arms and intertwining with his finger tips, long, thick hair and more piercings than you could count, jeon jungkook was the epitome of college bad boy. your boyfriend was the complete opposite of yourself, trading out any colour for black sweatshirts and heavy combat boots, grazed knuckles and a pierced lip that contrasted with the bubblegum pink shirts you wore every wednesday because your sorority was obsessed with early 2000s movies and yelling ‘you can’t sit with us!’ to jocks across the quad.  

jungkook liked rock music, his motorbike named missy, painting his nails black and writing songs with his little band ( the weeping kittens, which you always found absolutely morbid but loved anyways ) whilst you liked collecting sparkly lipgloss and pretty stationary kits and those sanrio stickers that you liked to put on jungkook’s phone case sometimes. it was a wonder to anyone on campus how you got together, and to say they were intrigued was an understatement.

but you loved him for who he was, even with all of his odd little tendencies; like wearing black in the summer and scrunching his nose up when he laughed too hard, or how he used your hair clips to hold his hair back when he was concentrating. you liked that he quiet in class but loud and giggly with you, soft and sensitive, snarky and sweet. jungkook wasn’t like anyone you’d ever met, not like jung hoseok from your brother frat— who all your friends thought you’d end up with. of course, you’d flirted with the jock once or twice at parties but he hadn’t stolen your heart that night in sophomore year when jungkook stole your kisses in the back of his yoongi hyung’s van.

and although your friends still try to set you two up, jung hoseok will never be your jeon jungkook— there just isn’t anyone else like him.

that’s why you wear his oversized black AC/DC shirt that differs very much from the pink interior of your room, decorated by your roommate in the sorority house on campus. you didn’t have the heart to tell aerum that the feathers above your bed made you sneeze in your sleep, or that her choice of wallpaper sometimes made you woozy and that you’d much rather a less...bedazzled look; so you let her decorate as she pleases, with only a few hums in of agreement when she changes the settings on the LED lights every week. it’s only now that you realise how blistering this summer is, so you have the air con turned up to the max— goosebumps rising on your bare legs as you chat to your boyfriend of a year over facetime about you’re upcoming philanthropy project.

‘a bikini car wash, huh? like in those teen romcom movies you make me watch?”

your boyfriend mumbles absentmindedly—jungkook has his phone propped up against something, giving you a full view of his perfectly toned body as he strums away at his guitar— he claims he’s writing you another song, the lyrics purely focused on your pink skirts and cherry vanilla chapstick, but your concentration slips as you watch his inked fingers tug at his guitar strings...thinking about the way they’d curl around your throat or slip into the warmth of your mouth and press down against your pink tongue.

your lover glances up from playing for just a brief moment, the corner of his red lips twitching up into a brilliant smile when he catches you looking. ‘dollface, you’re staring.’ he whispers smugly, quirking his pierced brow at you and you struggle to hide the warm blush that blooms across the apples of your cheeks and neck.

“no i’m not.”

‘don’t be a brat, you know you are.’

you whine at his scolding tone, rolling over on your disney printed bed sheets because after all, you’re still a little girl... or his little girl as jungkook would put it. he makes a low noise in his throat, finally putting down his god forsaken instrument so he can pay attention to you, before sitting back in his seat expectantly. “are you sure you don’t wanna come? we’re raising money for a good cause!” you try again, jutting out your bottom lip in full pouty mode as you bat your eyelashes up at him. you’d been trying to convince jungkook to come to your philanthropy event for at least a week— the aforementioned car wash that was happening tomorrow— but whenever you brought it up, his gaze would drop and he’d fall quiet. “we’re donating all the proceeds to food shelters...”

‘i don’t know, YN...’

“i even got a new bikini, i wanna show it off for you!”

‘angel...’ your boyfriend sighs, running a hand through his midnight locks with the lightest hints of frustration. you deflate immediately, dropping the topic in favour for not pushing him any further. you don’t mean to upset him, you just really want him there so you can show him off and gush about how much you love him— the thought itself has your pout deepening before you know it. ‘come on now dollface don’t make that face, you know i can’t help myself when you make that face...’

this much is true, you know that no matter what you’re doing, if you make that face— jungkook’s a goner. “meh...” your voice is quiet and muffled from where you’ve shoved your face into the sheets to hide from jungkook, because you know that you’ll melt if you look at him. you don’t know what it was about him, but your lover always had a way of making you feel small in the best of ways. despite his quiet personality, jungkook was very domineering inside and outside of the bedroom, he cared for you like no other, protected you like no other. he wasn’t one to take advantage your kindness and he wasn’t about to let anyone else do the same so perhaps that’s also why you fell for him.

jungkook hums, leaning into the camera to get a better look at you. ‘it’s not that i don’t want to come and support you baby... i’m just worried that you’ll be exposed too much and—’  he lowers his voice, so you feel as if he’s lying right next to, causing you whimper out for him. the boy tuts, a lazy smile painting his lips as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes. ‘—and god as much as i’d love to see you show off your little outfit for me, i’m not so sure i’d fit in with your...crowd of friends...’ you nod your head slowly in understanding, because as much as you loved the girls in your sorority, they had a knack for making jungkook feel like he didn’t deserve you, purely because he was different from your usual type and jungkook was always too shy and introverted to say anything. you hated that he couldn’t feel comfortable around your friends like you could with his— so you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to come around.

“s’ okay googie,” you hum, curling into a ball on your bed as he laughs at your pet name for him. “i’ll just have to show it to you another time.”

‘another time it is, dollface.’ jungkook repeats, pretending to boop your nose through the screen. you talk for a little while longer before the members of the weeping kittens come in and interrupt your facetime call.  the band consists of four members; yoongi the drummer, namjoon the guitarist , jimin the bassist and jungkook, of course, lead singer and guitarist number two. the older two occupy themselves with teasing your boyfriend, poking his cheeks and singing old playground songs ( “YN and jungkook sitting in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”) whilst jimin clings to the youngest like a baby and if you hadn’t known better, you’d have thought that the purple haired male was the baby of the group.  

jungkook’s cheeks flush a deep crimson when you decide to play along, wishing him a goodnight that makes his face ripple with cringe. “sleep tight googie-poo,” you coo with a sing song tone, finally sitting up to blow him a kiss. the other members shriek with laughter, ruffling their little junggoogie’s mop of dark hair as you tease him for them to see. “i love youuu!”

‘goodnight angel-bear,’ jungkook says quietly, gritting his teeth has he sinks into his sweater to hide his embarrassment. you know his reaction is more of a result of his hyung’s teasing— he claims he can’t sleep well without saying goodnight in your special way. ‘i love you too...’ he mumbles, giving you a shy smile before hanging up the call, leaving you to fall asleep with an equally wide smile.

“there you go, joongie, hope she’s clean enough for you!”

you grin as you wipe the remaining sudds off of hongjoong’s bright red vintage car that you’re sure he spent all of his college loans on. nonetheless, you take the twenty he offers you from his wound down window and ruffle his matching strawberry hair. “thanks YN-ah,” he giggles, turning away from you for a brief second to tuck his wallet away, he briefly smacks his friend ( mingi ) on the thigh for staring at your boobs — and you can’t blame him, you love those girls — before offering you a bright smile. “you guys did a great job on her.”

you thank him once again, winking at mingi with a sly smile before waving the boys off and waiting for the next customer. the bikini car wash your sorority has set up is booming with business, students from across campus driving in to get their cars cleaned. some of the girls on the committee ordered in pink and white balloons to hang outside your dorm house, with a handmade sign saying ‘alpha delta pi wash!’ painted in pastel shades. your girls are having a great time too, looking stunning in all types of bathing suits that show off their beautiful bodies under  golden rays, splashing each other with soapy water to ease the burn of the summer sun against their skin.

you quite like the little number you’re wearing too, a pale pink two piece with obsidian black accents and panelling at either side. you wave to some of the girls as you head over to your booth to count the cash you’ve made so far, when the familiar sound of rowdy cheers and hollering boys fills the air. barely glancing up from your work, you note the excited squeals of younger members of your sorority— already tripping over their flip flops to get a taste of the frat boys that take over your car wash.

“what does a guy have to do to get his car washed around here?”

rolling your eyes, you close the catch box with a drawn out sigh— picking up your gaze to meet that of jung hoseok’s. he stands half a head taller than you, chocolate brown hair parted and pushed back from his forehead, he wears the typical varsity jacket and baseball cap combo, paired with blue jeans and his signature chunky trainers. you wouldn’t lie and say that hoseok wasn’t attractive because you’d messed about with him once or twice before, but now he couldn’t seem to understand the boundaries of your blossoming relationship with jungkook. “pay thirteen bucks and use some manners?” your question is more of a statement, with you not in the mood to deal with a cocky frat boy who thinks he’s entitled to your service. the brunette looks taken a back, not used to your snarky attitude with him, but today was not a day for you to be messed with, all you wanted was to raise money for a good cause and have fun, not deal with assholes like him. nonetheless, the jock hands you his donation with a smirk as you whistle over one of the girls to help him.

“hyeri, you don’t mind helping hoseok over here do you—?”

“no,” hoseok cuts in, stepping between yourself and the older girl— stopping her from taking the equipment she needs to clean his car. you roll your shoulders, a light sweat dripping between their blades as frustration builds up within your temple— dealing with hoseok is bothersome and all you want is to relax and let lose. the brunette steps closer to you, and hyeri watches with blushing cheeks, the short, red head almost wishing she was in your position— her flustered attitude only inflating the boy’s ego. so entitled. hoseok was so so entitled. thinking that he could get anything he wanted from any girl just because he was pretty, and maybe that was the reason why he liked you so much— because you resisted him. “i want you to do it, YN, wash my car for me princess? please?”

scoffing, you cross your arms and send an apologetic look to the bumbling mess that is now hyeri. “book him a slot for me, love? i’ll let you help?” you ask softly to which she nods her head and runs off to take a note. hoseok smiles triumphantly but his win is quickly shot down by the glare you send him, and if looks could kill, he’d be six feet under. “you know it’s gonna cost you extra for even having me near you, right?”

“that’s an extra cost i’m will to pay...” the boy hums, smirk finding its way onto his lips once again, as he hands you another twenty before heading back to his car full of idiots. relieved that he’s gone ( for the time being ) you release a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and head off to grab an extra bucket and sponge to clean hoseok’s obnoxiously bright yellow ferrari, but not before you take a second to reapply a layer of your favourite cherry gloss that had faded during the day.

you miss the recognisable sound of yoongi’s truck while your back is turned to the hustle and bustle of your event, so your skin jumps with goosebumps when a familiar pair of arms wrap around your bare waist. “guess who?” a soothing voice whispers into your ear, causing a light giggle to pass between your freshly glossed lips.

“let me think, is it mr. tall dark and handsome?” you tease, squealing as jungkook picks you up and spins you in his arms. before he’s even set you back onto your feet, your boyfriend attacks your face with soft kisses while tugging you into him.  “you came!” you beam, once jungkook finally allows you to pull away— using an inked finger to trace patters on the small of your back. hums of approval sound from the bottom your throat while your stresses melt away, your boyfriend’s presence easily calming you down.

jungkook nods, a small smile tickling the corners of his pierced lips as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and presses your foreheads together. “i realised that i was being stupid,” the guitarist mumbles, lips only inches away from your own— you’re so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin and his own body heat radiating against yours. although your foreheads are growing sticky from sweat ( a result of the intense summer heat ), you don’t mind, loving being in close proximity to your lover.  “i shouldn’t let the fact that we have different friends stop me from showing my support, i shouldn’t be one to judge your events or say i think you’re exposing yourself— because this is your body and your choice and i’m so proud of you, sorry for being a dumb boy.”

you boop his nose, heart melting at your boyfriend’s words and even more when he scrunches his nose under your touch. “but you’re my dumb boy,” you add, teasing him slightly as you lean up to brush your lips against his. from the outside, it would appear that jungkook would always be the one to make you flustered— so it amused you when your larger, much more intimidating boyfriend blushed under the slightest touches from you. he puckers his lips, awaiting your kiss only for you to nip at his earlobe and whisper. “now how may i help you today?”

pulling away, you can see jungkook shyly curling in on himself— beyond flustered by your actions. his brown doe eyes avoid your gaze while his fingers slip into the sleeves of his black sweater as if he’s hiding. “i uh, also came to get yoongi hyung’s truck washed... he’s not happy with the state we left it in last time,” your lover mumbles quietly, and now you understand why he’s acting more shy than usual.

with bubbling laugher, you reach onto your tippy toes to ruffle jungkook’s long black locks— effectively moving them out of place. “i can help with that, koo,” you tease and pinch his cheeks as you return to your normal height. “but i can’t promise it’ll be any cleaner than last time—“ jungkook tugs you into his chest once more, opening his mouth  to speak, when a car begins honking from your left. you huff, pushing your head into your boyfriend’s broad chest while you grip his sweater. “it’s hoseok...i’m sorry.”

jungkook shakes his head, offering you one of his beautiful bunny smiles before he leans down and captures your bottom lip between his teeth. his deep caramel eyes are locked onto yours before he grasps your cheeks and kisses you fully, tongue slotting perfectly against yours as they battle in a light dance for passion. but as soon as the kiss comes, it’s over, jungkook releasing you while you stand dazed to process what happened. your boyfriend was never one for PDA but you definitely notice how he smirks and revels in the cheers you both get, sending heat straight down to your core and making a light slick pool between your thighs. cheeky bastard. the boy salutes you as he lets you go, allowing you to run off to hoseok’s car while someone else books your lover in, before he heads back over to the truck. you make quick work of building up the suds for washing the car, dipping your sponge into the soapy water as you work on the hood— deciding now of all times, would be an ample opportunity to tease him. in the meantime the guitarist makes himself comfortable in the drivers seat of yoongi’s truck, watching you get to work— and it’s not long before he notices little things about you, like how you lean over hoseok’s car a little more, drawing attention to the curve of your ass or how you purposely drench yourself with the crisp, clear and cool soapy water when you ring out each sponge.

suddenly, jungkook’s pants begin to grow tight and his senses kick into overdrive as he becomes increasingly aware of the show you’re putting on for him. the boy knows what you’re doing, from the way you look at him from over your shoulder, to the spark in your eyes and the way you lick your cherry gloss lips. jungkook’s body acts for him, hand sliding down to the buckle of his pants as he slowly undoes it— his cock is half hard in his briefs just from watching you. he hisses when he grabs his length, pumping it slowly. jungkook feels wrong, dirty for touching himself in public, let alone in his hyung’s van but he can never help himself when it comes to you— so he almost whimpers when you lean over to soap up hoseok’s window and give him a full view of your breasts in the little pink bralette  you wear.

the guitarist thanks his luck that his dark sweater covers his dirty work, thrusting he shallowly into his hand— imagining that it’s your cute little pussy clenching around him. the warmth of need bursting in his chest because god, you look so good and he knows you’ll sound better when you’re underneath him. squeezing his cock, jungkook let’s a low groan rumble in his chest— fingertips just brushing at his orgasm.

but the euphoria of his release is suddenly ripped away from him when another girl he recognises as your roommate, areum, from the nights he visits you at the house— knocks on his window. jungkook tears his hands from his pants and gives the girl a smile, driving over to get the truck washed just as you finish up with hoseok. you smile at the job you’ve done and the way the frat member’s car shines as you dry up your hands. right when you’re about to leave to find jungkook, hoseok slips from his vehicle and grabs your wrist so that your attention is turned to him.

“she looks great, YN... thanks for cleaning her up,” hoseok praises you, leaning back against his precious yellow ferrari that you’re sure is loaned ( because realistically what college student could  afford such a fancy car ), you blink, appreciative of his thanks and nod your head but your mind is too hazy from the looks your guitarist lover was giving you earlier. you know he’s beyond turned on at this point and your mouth almost waters from the thought of him taking you right there, right now. “is there any way i can repay you?”

you snap out of your thoughts, tugging your wrist from hoseok’s grip and smiling at him sweetly— hoping that it speeds up your interaction so you can return to your boyfriend. “you already paid.” you mumble bluntly, turning to leave once more before you’re pulled back into the taller male’s grasp.

“why so distant YN-ah? let me take you out to say thanks?”

“let me go hoseok.” you warn, growling out your words. it’s like he couldn’t understand, that he was incapable of realising that you just weren’t interested in him like that anymore. your eyes and heart were set on jungkook, your days flirting and messing about with boys from the neighbouring frat were over and you didn’t care what people thought of your new relationship. yes, jungkook wasn’t  your usual, conventional type but he was yours. your shy, emo, inked, pierced pretty boy.

“just think about it...” the boy pushes for you to consider it, pulling you into him by the hips as the pads of his fingers sink into your naked skin.

“hoseok.” you repeat, your tone much harsher this time as you push him back by his shoulders.

“just let me—“

the wind is knocked out of you before you have a chance to retort, as you’re yanked free from hoseok’s burning grip into a warm and familiar embrace. you immediately recognise jungkook’s sweet, floral scent and cast your gaze upwards, his sharp jaw is clenched, pierced nose is flared and skin shines under the sun from his light perspiration. you’ve never seen him so angry before, at least not in public. jungkook has never been one to start fights or initiate major PDA in front of anyone, so his attitude today... shocks you. “are you dumb, stupid, or is it both?” your boyfriend spits, anger at hot as the sun that beats down on you. his large palms that hold onto your waist tighten and his possessiveness starts to make you light headed with want. you don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re both angry or that jungkook never gets this pissed but you feel the same wetness from earlier begin to gather in your panties. “shit man,” jungkook continues as a crowd begins to gather. “when a girl says to fuck off, you fuck off, especially when she’s taken.”

your pupils blow wide, gaze flickering over to hoseok who’s chest rises and falls with a mix of embarrassment and anger. you can’t tell which is the more domineering emotion. “and what if i don’t ‘fuck off’ what are you gonna do about it freak? we both know she deserves better than you.” hoseok goes for a low blow, eliciting a chorus of ‘ooo’s and ‘fight! fight! fight!’s from the group that surrounds you and his car. your boyfriend clenches his teeth ready to to spit out another comeback when you detangle yourself from his grip and knee hoseok in the dick before giving him a good old sucker punch— watching with a satisfied glossy grin as he doubles over in pain.

“YN, you bitch!” he cries out in pain, and you’re about to swing again when jungkook lifts you by your hips— legs kicking and arms flailing just to get another taste. once you’re a fair distance away, your boyfriend sets you down as you shake out your hand— knuckles barley bruised from the punch and you know that your lover is impressed ( and maybe just a little more turned on ).

hoseok’s frat brothers help him clear up his bloody nose while girls fawn over the poor thing. you’re not surprised when hyeri gives you a disappointed look, punishing you with the task of cleaning the interior of the douche’s car whilst the sorority takes a lunch break. something about repaying him for almost breaking his nose. you don’t mind though, you were far too hungry for something else.

“that was hot,” jungkook mumbles against your neck after everyone’s gone, he’s got you pressed against the door of yoongi’s truck— thigh between your legs and lips barley touching your neck. you moan lowly, feeling your hips naturally grind down against the meat of your boyfriend’s thigh whilst slick gathers at your entrance.   the combat jeans he wears are a rough polyester, only adding to your stimulation but you’re beyond turned on at this point, not caring if anyone sees. not that they will, the car wash is closed while everyone’s on break, so you have time to kill. “the way you sucker punched him like that, god i don’t think my dick’s ever gotten that hard that fast...”

your laughter falls into an airy moan, as your fingers dance their way down from jungkook’s sweaty hair to push at his sweater. you wonder how he’s not burning in the thing with how thick it is, not to mention how black clothes attract heat but you don’t question it, only knowing one thing and one thing only. that you want it off. “don’t lie to me googie,” you whine when he pulls away to rid himself of the ghastly article of clothing— a different type of heat building in your core. “saw you watchin’ me wash hoseok’s car earlier, bet you were painfully hard just sitting there knowing you couldn’t touch me,” you breathe, enjoying the way he twitches in your grasp as you yank him up for a blazing kiss. his strawberry tongue swipes over your lips to taste the cherry they have painted on and the flavour bursts in your mouth as he forces your lips apart and tangles his tongue with yours. when he pulls away, only a trail of saliva connects you both, making you both groan in unison. “were you touching yourself, baby?” you ask breathlessly, forcing your head back against the cool surface of the truck.

“fuck, angel face...” jungkook hisses at your lewd words, hips stuttering when you grab his growing bulge through his jeans. “h-how’d you know?

“i just know you.”

your boyfriend presses his lips to yours once again, fingers diving down to pinch your clit over the panties of your bikini— making you squeal with pleasure. jungkook swallows each and every one of your noises, hands trailing up and down your body until the slide under your bralette where inked fingers pull at your nipples and squeeze at your breasts. the peaks harden under jungkook’s touch, which is surprisingly cool despite the weather and you arch your back into him— desperate for more.

“let me feel you,” he finally says, sounding just as desperate as you and you nod, letting jungkook drop your feet to the ground gently and shove his shirt into the front of yoongi’s freshly cleaned truck. the guitarist is about to open the door for you when an idea pops into your head. pulling jungkook’s arm, you point over to the piercing yellow ferrari on the other side of of the lot outside of your sorority’s house and his face falls. within an instant, the key’s of hoseok’s car are back in your hand (after an hour of cleaning it) and jungkook is lowering you onto it’s hood. “want me to fuck you here, dollface? for everyone to see?”

you nod your head, a series of incoherent babbles falling from between your lips as you stare up your boyfriend with a hazy look in your eye— a look that drives him wild. jungkook strips you of your bralette and takes a breast into his mouth, sucking and licking and biting like a man devouring his last meal. you have no choice but to take what he gives you, closing your eyes to the melody of wet, sloppy sounds as his warm tongue swirls around each bud— contrasting with the cold metal of hoseok’s car beneath you. his freehand tweaks your other nipple before dancing down to between your legs as he pushes your thighs further apart. wetness pours from your burning entrance, causing your panties to stick deliciously to your pussy and jungkook groans around your second breast ( having switched between the two ) before he slides his two fingers past the flimsy pink material to circle your dripping hole.

“please koo, finger me...fuck me!” you cry desperately, writhing against the expensive car that your pussy drools onto.    he groans, wasting no more time as he pushes his tattooed digits into your tight cunt, you whimper as he grinds his palm against your clit with every thrust of his fingers inside of you— dragging his finger tips against your needy walls as your eyes threaten to flutter shut from bliss.

your boyfriend tuts from your breast, standing straight to lean over you while more of your juices splatter lewdly against the hood of hoseok’s car. “nonono, angel, eyes open, want you to look at me as i stretch you open on this fucker’s car, yeah?” he pants, curling the fingers he has buried in your pussy so that they catch deliciously on that one spot. your bleary eyes focus on one thing and one thing only, your lover. the way that his lips shine under the sun with smears of your cherry lip gloss, and the way that his dark eyes shift to lighter shades of coffee brown in the sunlight— the way his strawberry lips are caught between his teeth as he pleasures you and your heart bursts with adoration. “that’s my good girl...” he mumbles, voice gravelly with need when he notices your open doe eyes.

with uncoordinated movements, you manage to tackle the buttons of jungkook’s pants, pulling his painfully hard cock free from its material confines. he practically whimpers when your burning palm comes into contact with his weighty length, his tip bright red and glistening with need. “feel good baby?” you ask him while doing your best to pump him in time with the thrusts of your fingers, creating the illusion of him being inside of you. jungkook leaks endless amounts of precum, eyes scrunching shut as he grows closer to his orgasm.

jungkook buries his mop of midnight hair into the crook of of your neck, kissing at the skin there. “d-didn’t finish earlier...” he stammers, thrusting his length into your grip. “if you don’t stop i’m gonna cum before being inside you...” he wastes no more time, pushing your pretty pink panties aside and slapping is leaking tip against your glistening pussy— teasing you both even though you’ve been craving each other all day. his strong, tattooed arms hook around your legs, bringing you closer to him as he finally pushes his cock past your entrance— you hiss in unison as his weighty length sits within you and you dig your heels into the small of his back to prompt him to move. “shit...angel, dreamed of this pussy all day...”

“then take it jungkook, take me like you mean it,” you almost scream, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. your nails dig crescent moons into his blemished, freckled skin as he circles his hips and drills is cock into you, tip rubbing against your fiery walls while you clamp down on him. your cunt selfishly sucks him in as you find the strength within you to lift your hips and meet his thrusts— loving the way he feels and the burn of his fat cock stretching you open. the air between you seems heavier, hotter as the sun shines brightly above you— your perspiration clouding the glimmer on the hood of hoseok’s car as mix of your arousals smear across the honey yellow paint. you’re messy, dirty, tainting hoseok’s car as jungkook fucks into you with wanton— chasing the release that’s been building in his stomach all day.

you love it though, the way he wrecks your little hole out in broad daylight for everyone to see if they wanted— the sounds of his hips slamming against yours filling the empty lot in front of your sorority. anyone could come back now and see you taking his cock, and the thought makes your pussy gush with sweet, hot nectar. “your cunt is so greedy, swallowing my cock whole,” jungkook reminds you, pushing his cock into your womb until he reaches the hilt. “you must like me taking you in public huh?” he speaks your thoughts, moaning heavily as you squeeze around his length with every word, your juices wetting him more. jungkook presses down on your tummy and you watch with awe as it bulges slightly— his hips never easing up as he pushes himself impossibly deeper inside of you. “god angel face, would you look at that, look at me inside of you.”

“you’re so big,” you praise from underneath him, gasping as he grinds himself into you— harsh material of his jeans brushing against your sensitive clit. you play a game of back and forth, pushing your hips against each other with every turn until jungkook picks up the pace again, a knot in your stomach begins to form— your orgasm sneaking up behind you as your pussy weeps and cries, painting the front of jungkook’s jeans as well as your pretty thighs. “wanna cum on this thick cock of yours koo, make me cum please please...”

“you’re driving me insane dollface,” jungkook comments through gritted teeth, pounding into you now at a relentless pace— you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock against your walls, causing your jaw to go slack as you drip endlessly. he shuts your pleas up with the two fingers in your mouth letting you taste the remains of your essence. your boyfriend only manages a few more thrusts before you’re falling limp against him with new colours flashing behind your eyes as cream against his cock. jungkook rides out your high, hitting your g-spot over and over and almost reaches his climax when you hear someone’s footsteps against the gravel. eyes widening jungkook pulls your weak frame into his chest, using the discarded keys to open hoseok’s car door before bringing you inside. your heart thumps as you spot a sister from your sorority in the side mirrors, she seems to be looking for something but for now, you remain out of view.

with that in mind, you push yourself out of jungkook’s iron grip— knowing full well that he still hasn’t cum. ignoring your boyfriend’s nervous and confused expression along with the thumping in your chest, you drop to your knees, paying no mind to the burn the gravel causes against them. “YN, what are you—?” jungkook never finishes his question as you brace yourself on his thighs, giving sweet kitten licks to his tip before taking him into your mouth. you won’t need to do much work, he’s already close and you can tell from the way his abs clench and his fingers weave their way into your hair. your free hands pump what doesn’t fit into your hot mouth, as you drool on his cock and spit gathers on your chin.

your boyfriend whimpers quietly in the front passenger seat and you slap his inner thighs when the girl walks past. you spare a glance to the mirrors once more, swirling your tongue around your lover’s length as he strains to hold in his moans. he whispers ‘pleases’ under his breath, begging you to let him cum...so once the footsteps retreat and disappear completely, you tap his thigh once and jungkook immediately bucks his hips. your jaw falls lax as he thrusts into your mouth as if it were your tight heat, desperately chasing the release he’s been waiting for all day. “fuck, fuck, shit!” he curses as your throat tightens around his length, causing him to spill his seed into your mouth. you swallow gratefully, only pulling away to show him the mess he made of your tongue before letting him pull you onto his lap. “such a dirty girl, sucking me off like that with people around...”

“you loved it,” you tease, twirling his long hair between your fingers as he kisses down the valley between your breasts.

“would have loved to cum inside you, more.”

you straddle jungkook’s lap, letting his half hard cock brush against your soaked panties as you grind down on him. “then let me make you cum again; let me ride you.” you state more so than ask, taking his hands into yours and intertwining your fingers. jungkook looks up at you with bright starry eyes, and you lose yourself within their constellations— you loved him, you knew that and no one would change that. the mood slips into something softer and you’re no longer in a rush to ruin hoseok’s car, instead you take your time easing yourself down onto your love’s length as it hardens with each stroke of your hips.

neither of you will last long this time, sensitive from your previous releases but that doesn’t stop you from slowly lifting your hips and bringing them back down to start a steady pace. the length of jungkook’s weighty girth, drags along your velvet walls with each rock of his hips into yours, sending tingles of pleasure down your spend. he lets go of your right hand, using his large inked palm to grab at your waist, guiding you into him in away that makes him whine. he moves onto your ass, squeezing the peachy flesh as you bounce on him, launching you both into new realms of pleasure.

“love that ass baby, how good it looks in this little set,” jungkook whimpers against your sweat slicked skin, closing his eyes to tune into the sounds of your angelic moans and wetness against his dick. “always so pretty for me...”

you swivel your hips in soft circles, clamping down on your lover with each word of praise as he sucks blues and indigos and violets between your breasts, his mouth salivating from watching them bounce with every thrust into your tight heat. he worships you under the golden sun, heated bodies moving together as you both work towards release. “it’s all yours, koo,” you cry, biting your cherry lips— bitten red and swollen from kisses your lover used to soothe your cries of wanton. “i’m all yours.” you add before he’s wrapping an arm around your waist and you’re pulling him by the hair to yank him into another sweet kiss, tasting traces of your gloss on his pinkish lips.

“mine.” jungkook claims your mouth as his, as you squeeze and clench and clamp around his girth, tears beginning to roll as your high approaches. the guitarist doesn’t up, letting you swallow his whines as the sensitivity grows too much, the tip of his length hitting that one spot over and over again while you push your hips down to meet his every thrust.

“look me in the eyes when you cum with me.” you growl to him, freeing your hands to cup his cheeks— lips tingling and cunt spasming. jungkook can barely nod but he obliges, deep brown eyes pulling you in as his warm breath fans across your face. you drown in his eyes, falling under as the knot in your stomach finally snaps— your hips falter as you cling to jungkook with all you have, release glazing his cock until he fills you with his creamy essence. your fingers massage his wet scalp while you bury your face into his neck, hearing him whimper and cry out as he fills you over and over again.

eventually, the sensitivity grows too much and jungkook pulls out of you with small moans, fingers finding your messy entrance as a mix of your arousals drips onto the leather seats. “i love you, angel face...so fucking much,” he finally says with glossy eyes and a tiny smile, dipping his finger into your leaking hole and smearing the evidence of your rendezvous against your lips.

“and i love you, more than anything.” you hum back, licking the sweet and salty sheen from your lips before mirroring your lovers smile because all though he’d rubbed of your cherry gloss, jungkook’s cum was the next best thing.

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BUNNY TROUBLE | 06

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 ― pairing: jeongguk x reader 

― genre: mostly fluff, softness, jungkook dancing lol, disgusting romance!! bunny!jeongguk, (kind of) hybrid!jeongguk, magical wishes, taehyung!best friend, tae being kinda a bitch, swearing, crack/humor lol i tried, more swearing, a tiny bit of subtle angst and SMUT; fat cock!jungkook, handjob, blowjob, subby!koo, whining, whimpers, dry humping, virgin!jungkook

― word count: 4k

― summery: a quick decision to save a hurt bunny on the side of the road might not seem like a big deal to many people. y/n doesn’t think much of it either and decides to take care of the little male rabbit but what she doesn’t expect is when he one night turns into a human and hell breaks loose…  

― a/n: I made a playlist for this series!!

― OFFICIAL PLAYLIST

posted on: April 13, 2020 don’t post/copy my work without my permission ©

You could feel your phone falling out of your hand as Taehyung’s words echoed in your head. The sun rays hitting your face didn’t feel so warm anymore and it was almost like a cold stream washed over you as you sat there, frozen. 

It really was like a wave with emotions hit you and as you looked over at the sweetest boy snoring beside you, you felt your heart break a little. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed, his long lashes hitting his soft skin as his chest heaved up and down. You wondered quietly how it will feel in a few weeks when your bed will be cold and empty without him... 

Bird’s song outside the window made him stir in his sleep and yawn as he slowly opened his puffy eyes. As soon as he saw you a heartwarming smile broke out on his face and for a few seconds everything in the world was meaningless except this. 

“Goo’ morning,” he mumbled, his hair a total mess around his head as he reached for you. He embraced your hips as he tried to drag you down with him. You shrieky laugh escaped your throat in surprise as you landed on his chest, he rubbed his nose against your cheek before kissing it. “Mhmm, my noona,” he mumbled while pecking your soft skin. 

His raspy voice and lovey-dovey actions made you flush, "my googie," you mumbled back, "did you sleep well, sweetheart?"

He seemed to keen at the pet name and arch his back as you let your finger run through his silky locks. He hummed and buried his face between your shoulder and throat and before you could react he had already begun sucking on the sensitive area.  

A soft gasp fell from your lips by the feeling of his mouth on your neck and his warm body pressed against yours. You hadn’t really had the time to think through what happened yesterday, everything from kissing Jeongguk to him fingering you in one of the bathrooms in the club. You almost thought you had ruined your relationship but by the way his lips moved against your skin you calmed down a bit

Eventually, he pulled away, his big hand cupping your cheek as he stared into your eyes. His were sparkling with warmness and something you couldn't pinpoint as he leaned in, his hot breath tickling your lips before he closed the remaining distance between the two of you. His kiss was nothing like your first, this time it was soft and slow almost like he didn’t want it to end. With your eyes closed you began moving your lips against his with just as much gentleness, feeling his heart against yours. 

All your worries and thoughts about future heartbreaks disappeared with him. It was like magic, the way he just captured you and everything felt good again. His soft lips and steady hands as he let them roam down your back and hips, making you break out in a sheepish big smile. Jeongguk only mirrored you and soon your stuipd grins had broken the kiss as you just smiled at one other. A laugh escaping you. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, almost for himself, while brushing his long fingers through your hair. Petting your head as the stars in his eyes gleamed at you, “really, why are you so bewitching, noona?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “Bewitching?” you repeated, a humorous grin playing on your new-kissed lips, “Where can you possibly have learned that word, guk?”

“Ehm, on a k-drama?” he said, the tips of his ears turning a shade darker.

You snorted softly before framing his face in your hands, cupping his rounded cheeks and following his lip line with the tip of your thumb, “But you’re wrong, cause’ there’s only one bewitching person in this room and it’s you Jeongguk. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.”

Silence emerged between you two and slowly Jeongguk’s blinding smile faded away. “Man?” he repeated your word in a whisper, “D-did you just call me a man?”

“Yeah, I did...” you said suddenly afraid you might have offended him but before you could apologize his whole face lit up and he turned you over making you laugh. 

He giggled as he kissed you again, his hips planting themself between your legs letting you feel the very obvious morning boner he had working for himself. As he kept biting and sucking your lips you could almost swear his were made just for you. So sweet and soft and while you let your finger tracing the scar down his naked back he started grinding against you. 

He moaned quietly as you locked your legs around his hips forcing his hard cock to get friction against your clothed core. His sweaty back muscles tensed under your hands and the warmness steaming off his most intimate part. 

“Ah, please…” he whimpered and thrusted against you, his eagerness very apparent, “touch meee…” 

His words went directly down to your cunt, making you clench around nothing and feel how your panties started to get damped. You kissed his neck, the place under his earlobe and he yelped as his dick twitched in excitement. Almost on command your fingers wandered down his chest to his crotch, palming the bulge over his pyjama pants feeling how thick and long he really was. Your eyes bulged out in surprise, you knew he was big but not this huge. 

“Oh, what a big cock my baby boy has,” you purred right in his ear and he cried out in shock as you slipped your hand inside his boxers. Fingers wrapping around his girthy length as you pulled his underwear down, leaving his cock to stand proudly against his stomach showing off all the mouth-watering veins and precum leaking from the angry tip. “Pretty,” you whispered before and began stroking it up and down in a faster pace than what he was used to. 

His whole body almost went slack at the intense pleasure from your hand but before he could crush you, you turned him around still with your fingers pinching the tip of his cock making him choke on air. 

“I-it f-feels so go-ood,” he whined while pounding up in your cupped hand, his hefty balls jerking as he neared his end. “Ah, don’t stop!” he closed his eyes and spread his legs wider for you to use his cock however you’d like. 

“Yeah, it feels just as good as when you were grinding against me in your sleep? Huh?” you sneered, tightening your grip around him causing a loud whine escaping his sinful lips. “Yeah, I know what a dirty boy you are, gukkie, I was awake.” And like the knowledge of you knowing what he did in his sleep made him even more desperate to cum now. 

 “I’m s-sorry, noona,” he cried as you jerked him off, the wet sound of your hand’s fast movements filling the room, “I-i couldn’t help it!” 

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, tugging on his hair forcing his neck to be exposed, he gasped. And like you had expected was it full hickeys from the night before, gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. “Just be a good boy and cum when I let you,” you smirked and it was like you couldn’t control yourself from licking it all the way down to his abs, feeling the soft skin over the hard muscles. You kept sucking while bringing your tongue out to taste his salty skin until you face to face with his thick cock. You licked a fat strip from the base to the tip, cupping his tight balls in your other hand as you started sucking on the head, tasting the sweet taste of his precum. 

“AHH!” he actually squealed as you sucked in your cheeks and began bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You knew this was his first blowjob but you couldn’t help yourself from being a little mean. Instead of letting him trust up in your throat you laid all your weight on his thick thighs so he couldn’t move. “I’m cumming noona…” he breathed, his face scrunched up in pleasing pain  and you lifted your head up to smile. 

“Then cum.” 

He threw back his head against the pillow, a piercing cry leaving him as he let himself reach his orgasm. You kept stroking the rest of his leght you couldn’t fit in your mouth as the heavy shoots of cum began to fill you, and you were quick to swallow it all, milking him to the last drop. It was a lot, Jeongguk cum never seemed to stop painting the inside of your cheeks white but eventually it did. 

Slowly, you removed your lips from his sensitive cock, his whimpers toning out while you wiped your mouth. “You okay?” you asked as you returned by his side, caressing his long bangs away from his eyes. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, a small smile creeping  on his lips while he unhurriedly opened his eyes. “Thank you.”

You giggled before kissing him again, taking his face between your hands and letting yourself feel the love he was radiating. 

“Noona…” he eventually mumbled, his voice sounding a little uncertain, while pulling away, “W-what are we now?”

His chest was still heaving up and down from his climax and his face flushed with bashfulness. 

“You mean like in our relationship?” you whispered, not breaking your intimate eye-contact. Jeongguk nodded, nervously biting his lip but you wouldn’t allow that, “It is whatever you want us to be,” you simply said and gave him another soft kiss making him smile. “You decide.”

At last you had taken Jeongguk to an amusement park and to say he was happy would not be enough to describe his excitement. It was the sound of Jeongguk’s joyful laughter that woke you up from your daze. Even though you tried not to think about it— Taehyung words from your fight or his text had been filling your mind the last few days. Even when you were with Jeongguk, you couldn't fully appreciate him as you didn’t know how many days left you had with him. So taking him to the carnival that he’s been talking about for weeks was just a little thing you could do. 

Jeongguk had just finished one of the bigger rides of the park, his messy hair and his flushed cheeks making it obvious for anyone to figure out. And by the sight of his happy state, you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling. 

“How was it?” you asked as you handed him his cotton candy. 

You two had already ridden that roller coaster earlier but as the overexcited soul he was— he had wanted to go for another ride and then another until you told him to do it alone, otherwise you might actually had spilled your guts out. 

“It was soo fun!” he grinned and sat down beside you on the bench, his nose crinkling so adorably as he took a bite of the sweetness off cloud in his hand. And his Bambi-eyes lit up at the sugar taste, “wow,” he whispered in awe. 

You scoffed at his cuteness, it really was like taking a child to the festivals for the first time. Jeongguk’s liveliness made your heart ache, how could someone so pure and kind have to go back to being a bunny in the end of this month? Jeongguk kept chewing on his cotton candy and even offered you some but you gently denied, you had eaten it before. 

“Oh, noona, can’t we also do that?!” he asked and pointed toward a couple that was taking cute selfies with each other. “Taking pictures, I mean?” he added as he saw them kissing each other making him ashamedly look away. 

You snorted softly before taking your phone out. “Sure,” you laughed as he quickly wiped the sugar away from the corners of his mouth. As you raised your phone higher in the air to fit both of you in the frame Jeongguk leaned in and you started taking pictures. One was with you two just doing silly faces, another with you smiling and the last few with you kissing his cheek and him smiling shyly. 

You smiled at the selfies of you and him on your phone. 

The hour before the amusement park closed it supposed would be a performance there. You and Jeongguk had decided to not watch it as Jeongguk had noticed the subtle sadness that painted your face when he wasn’t looking. He was worried but before he could ask you why the loud bass of a song a few meters away from you two made you both stop in your tracks. Even though you were near the exit you looked over to the stage where a large group of boys were dancing to the song  “Rainism” by Rain and Jeongguk apparently recognized it as well. 

“Oh, I know this!” he exclaimed and before he knew it, you had dragged him toward the show. 

Jeongguk had spend a lot of his time these months watching and practicing k-pop dances in front of your TV so when this opportunity came you wouldn’t let him miss it. Jeongguk started dancing and moving with the beat, surprisingly confident about the dance moves of the official dance. These type of performances were mostly famous for inviting random people up to dance with them so it wasn’t that shocking when Jeongguk was dragged up. 

He obviously loved it, by judging of his smile and laugh as he just fitted perfectly in with the other professional dancers. At the end of the dance Jeongguk hurried to run to you, lifting you up in a hug so affected by his excitement. 

“Noona, did you see that?!” he yelled over all the loud noises and spun you around.  

“Of course, you were so good!” you blurted out and hugged him back. 

“Hey, excuse me!” a guy, with silver colored hair, in your age said beside you. Jeongguk gently let you go and turned to the new guy. “You were amazing man, are you a dancer?” 

Jeongguk, a little taken back that a stranger was taking to him, shook his head. “Eh, no I just do it for fun…” 

“Well, damn,” the guy laughed, “I’m Park Jimin by the way,” he said and reached for a card in his pocket. “And I work for an agency that’s looking for new back up dancers, give us a call if you’re interested!”

You three talk a little more before parting, Jimin really being sure to praise Jeongguk for his sharp and precise moves before saying goodbye. On the train ride home Jeongguk couldn’t stop smiling and holding your hand, it was like the sun rays were shining on him even though it was dark.

“Thank you for taking me there,” he eventually mumbled, his nose rubbing lovingly against your temple before kissing it. “I really enjoyed today with you noona.”

“Yeah, me too.” You laughed. “That guy, Jimin, even recognizes your talent for dancing. How do you feel about that?”

“It was perfect.” He whispered and he was right. Too perfect. 

“Wait, he invited you into his apartment?!” you gasped as Mina quickly hushed you with a finger against your lips. 

“God, when you say it like that it makes it sound like something totally different!” she mumbled and closed the cap of the copier. Her blonde hair was tied in a loose bun on her head making the rosy blush on her cheeks, she always had when she thought about her neighbor, even more obvious, “He just felt bad that I was locked out of my apartment. Nothing happened, we just talked.”

“Uh-huh,” you smirked and wiggled your eyebrows, “Talked about what?”

“Well, if you must know, we chatted about our professions and apparently, he’s a doctor—,” 

“Ohh, what kind of doctor?” you asked but before she could answer a loud cry made you both turn around. 

A girl, one of your many co-workers you hadn’t had the time to get to know, ran the fastest she could in her heels down the long hallway. Not only was tears streaming down her face as she tightly held her blouse together but her hair and makeup were ruined. 

You and Mina quickly exchanged looks, you clearly more surprised than what she was. 

“What was—?”

Mina just sighed as she collected the newly copied documents for the next meeting. “Lee Howon-nim’s second secretary for the mouth,” she began explaining and you followed her suit as she started walking back toward the room where the meeting was gonna take place. “You know he’s that type of boss who hires young girls to use and then later fires them when he’s done with them.” 

You furrowed your brows in disgust, not only was he an asshole but also a shameless pervert who abused his power for sexual pleasure in his workspace? You shuddered. 

“And, God, I wonder if he also did that when he had a wife, wouldn’t surprise me,” Mina kept going as she handed you half of the stack of the papers to place out. 

“How have you even managed to work for him for so long?” you asked and she just shrugged. 

You two finished up getting the room ready but unexpectedly your phone rang. Normally, you would be surprised as not many people called you that often, only your parents or Taehyung, but as you had taught Jeongguk how to use your landline phone a few days ago you couldn’t help but smile as you saw the contact name. 

“Hi, googie,” you greeted him with a little too sweet voice for Mina not to notice.

“Noona!” you heard on the other side of the line, “I miss you!”

“You just saw me this morning,” you laughed and bit your lip, clenching your thighs together as flashbacks from this morning filled your head. He whined at that, his tone revealing how much he hated when you teased him. “Plus, I told you not to call me until my lunch break.”

“I’m s-sorry, but my reason for calling is important!” he exclaimed, “You forgot your lunchbox at home!” 

That had actually happened before but then you would go down to the mall and buy something but now when Jeongguk officially was okay with going outside in public places and you missed him— you had an idea. 

“Oh, did I?” you mumbled and scratched the back of your head as a small smile was tugging on the corner of your mouth, “Then maybe you could come here and eat with me and bring my lunch with you?” 

“Can I, really?” he asked and you could almost hear how much he was smiling into the phone. You hummed as a reply making him giggle excitingly, “Okay, noona! I’ll be there in about an hour, bye!”

You snorted, amused, as you hung up and put your phone away. Those butterflies in your stomach were back as you shyly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear trying real hard to get into working mode again. But the sound of Mina clearing her throat made you look up. 

“Googie?” Mina repeated the sappy nickname, forcing your already flushed cheeks to grow even hotter, “What did he want?” 

“He said that he’ll just bring my lunch box here, apparently I forgot it.” 

Mina smiled, “You know, you and your boyfriend are really cute.” 

“Thanks,” you said in a small voice, and this time you didn't have to feel bad about her words, Because this time it was kinda true. 

Jeongguk was thrilled as he neared the building where you worked. He didn’t really have time the last time he was here to admire how wide the etrence was or how clean the big glass windows in the lobby were. But the one thing he remembered and still did; was that damn dog. 

The same freaking dog that scared the living out of him the first day he turned human. The dog was sitting outside with a leash attached to a pillar, showing off the brand new spike collar around its neck. But surprisingly, Jeongguk didn’t run away when the wolflike creature sneered and growled at the people walking by. The dog now loudly  barking, reminding him of pictures of excruciating pain in his back and blood, so much blood and cold, freezing cold- making him shiver. No, he shook his head, he wasn’t a small bunny anymore but a man. 

With his head high, Jeongguk strolled past the aggressive dog and headed for the elevator with your lunch in his bag. He was smiling so big and when someone else also entered the elevator and met his eyes they probably thought he was crazy. Which was true. He was a maniac for you, only having fond memories of you and your beauty.

As the elevator door dinged he walked out, the warmness inside of him only expanded as he laid his eyes on your form. You were typing something on your computer, with that adorable scowl between your brows, as you focused on whatever task you were dealing with and like you were expecting him you looked up and found his gaze on you. Just as he was about to wave, a familiar stone faced man dressed in a suit walked past him making Jeongguk freeze up. 

Even though it was just for a few seconds, Jeongguk had seen enough to recognize the guy’s face— he could point out that face in a dark room and still know who that was. Like a shower of cold water hit him, Jeongguk turned around on the spot, lips formed into a straight line as he stared at the back of the man’s head as he headed for the elevator. 

Scenes of his worst nightmares flashed before his eyes, it was him as a rabbit— living a peaceful life but that man hurt the only one that gave Jeongguk food and eventually made that kind soul flee, leaving Jeongguk alone with that monster. He was the same man who let his beast to dog use a bunny as a toy and just laugh at it. The man who was now smirking as he talks with someone over the phone, his big nose and small crooked eyes the same as the day Jeongguk last saw him. 

His last owner. 

On the other side of the room, you had noticed Jeongguk’s obvious distraction and before you could reach him, he started running as the door to the elevators closed . Running toward the staircase and without any hesitation you dropped whatever you were doing and followed him. 

“Jeongguk!” you yelled as you bolted down the many steps of the stairs. “Wait! Where you going?!”

But he didn’t answer because his focus was only directed on reaching the ground level where he knew the elevator with the man would stop. So he ran, his longer legs carrying him quicker down than yours as you tried to keep up. 

Eventually, after a lot of rushing and sweat, you both reached the lobby— Jeongguk a few meters in front of you as he kept running to catch up with Lee Howon, all the way to the parking lot. 

“Jeongguk, wait!” you called with your breath uneven, “What are you—,”

Jeongguk barely turned around, eyes black with termination as he still stared at the man who was not leaning against his expensive car, “That man. Who’s he?”

“Lee Howon-nim? He’s my boss, why—,” you began but he didn’t stay to hear the rest as he began running again. And you couldn’t do anything but watch while he grabbed your boss by the collar and smashed his clenched fist the hardest he could in Lee Howon’s face. 

Oh, fuck, how would this end?

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Familiarity - Jungkook (Break)

WC: 1.3K

Warnings: Noona reader, angst, not much else it’s pretty tame

Summary: Jungkook asked for some separation from you, but when the day comes, something stops him.

A/N: This is a reupload from a co-partnered account that I am no longer affiliated with. So if you read this before, I am the same author just no longer under the same pen name. Requests for part 2 on any fic in this series is appreciated TT-TT

Tags: @dreamescapeswriting​

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His shaggy brown hair was starting to affect his vision. Normally you would’ve set him up for a trim, knowing how much he hates to have his vision distorted in any way. But you made it clear to yourself that it wasn’t your place anymore. He was doing this for him, you had to respect that…..even if it meant hurting you.

“Have you seen my hair brush? I thought I left it in the bathroom, but I was just in there and it wasn‘t there.” You ask, now searching the bedside table next to the bed you shared.

“You know the one, thick handle, all black, some of the top bristles are missing.” You describe for him. But before you finish looking, he hands you the brush you just described.

You thank him, taking it from his hands and turning to walk back towards your suitcase. His large frame keeps you in place, those big doe eyes staring down at you and his fingers playing with the tips of your hair. It wasn’t abnormal for him to space out like this, especially around you. But right now it just made things worse for you.

“Please, Jungkook.” You whisper, pushing his hand away softly and walking around him. He’s still in the same spot when you place the brush back in it’s rightful spot.

“Where are they taking you?” It wasn’t something you wanted, or needed, to know. But you couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

He sits himself on your side of the bed and plays with the frayed strings on one of his old hoodies you used to wear. It was the black one he’s worn in all those vlives, the same one he wore while eating during the bangtan dinner live. He loves that old, stupid thing…..you loved his need for familiarity. You wondered what habit he would pick up in your absence. He always finds something to do when he’s anxious about not having something he’s used to.

“Bali.” He answers monotone. You look up at the lack of emotion and watch him staring off, yet again, his face staring at one of the big covered windows.

“Lots of open sspace and privaccy.” He continues. You smile for the first time today, you weren’t sure if it was because you knew it would be just them, or his lisp.

Your phone rings, as you pick it up from the bed, you notice his head turn quickly to watch you answer it. His previous blank stare broken by the loud ringtone and looking to you, out of comfort, anger? You didn’t know anymore. But now that he was watching you leave, after he said he didn’t mind since he was leaving too, it was as if he didn’t want you to.

“Yeah?” You answer, knowing it’s your brother come to pick you up. He announces he’s waiting in the lobby, you can locate him by the plant that looks like a twerking duck. You didn’t understand what that meant, or what plant he was talking about, but thought it best not to ask.

“I‘ll be down in just a minute. I just need a few more things.” He hangs up after you two exchange goodbyes.

“Where are you going?” He asks, still watching you as you move across the room to grab your makeup bag.

“Did you plan a trip with friends?” Jungkook wonders in a low whisper. You knew this tone, he was embarrassed to be asking. Which you didn’t understand either because you’d been together for a year and a half already. Embarrassment went out the window eons ago when you both accidentally saw each other in your underwear after too much soju.

“No. You know I would‘ve told you if I did, I would‘ve needed your card.” You responded, soft and calm even though inside this was making you scream.

“This isn‘t a vacation for me, googie. You know it isn‘t. Just like I hope it isn‘t one for you, because if it is-” Something stops you from finishing that sentence. You’re swallowing the lump in your throat that built up while answering, it feels like sandpaper.

“Noona, no. I‘m sorry, that‘s not what I meant-” He had already started walking over to you the minute you stopped talking. You quickly turned to hug him before he could finish, not wanting him to see the tears welling up in your eyes already.

“I‘m sorry, noona. Please don‘t cry….you know I-” Jungkook starts but doesn’t finish. You can feel him wrap his arms around you tightly, his breathing picking up because of the crying he was doing now.

He had always been like this. When you two first met he had already been crying because of a fan meet. It had been so long, he didn’t want to leave because he missed them so much. He had loved them so much. You loved his big, warm heart and all the emotions that went with it. You loved the person it belonged to even more.

His fingers wrapped themselves in your hair and shirt, holding you so tight it hurt to move. Your hands knotting themselves into the excess fabric of his hoodie, the front of it soaking up your tears. He lets out a loud sob that covers yours, both of you inhaling sharply and tensing up in each other’s arms to hold back more. You didn’t want to go, you didn’t want him to go. But here you both were, leaving and not seeing each other for months. But a concert, tour or excess work was not the reasoning behind it.

“Why are we doing this, Jungkook?” You ask again. The first time being when he brought it up to you and knocking the wind right out of you.

“Why are you leaving me?” You push, but his arms don’t let up. They wrap around you so tight it hurts to breathe, cry or move, holding you so close to him that you can hear all the emotion thick in his voice.

“I don‘t know, noona. I thought I did, I thought I wanted this. But watching you leave with a straight face is one of the hardest things I‘ve done.” He cries beside you, his whimpers holding back the sobbing his body wants him to let go.

“Please don‘t go, come with me, we can get our own room. I‘ll carry your bag to the airport, you can have the window seat, please. Y/n, don‘t make me go alone.” He begs, the last of it coming out a broken cry.

You’d already been crying since he pulled you to his chest, your chest feeling like a vice grip was wrapped around it. The air in the room suddenly so stuffy it was like it had been snuffed out. His heartbeat rang loudly in your ears. His sobbing matching the intensity of your own, he lays his temple against your head and tries to catch his breath so he can tell you something else that might make you stay.

“I‘m done, Jungkook! You can‘t tell me that you need a break from us, from me, and that you need space only to take it back!” You shout at him. He tries to hold you to him, but you push his sides away, knowing it’ll make him lose his grip because it’s not a place he’s touched often.

“I don‘t know what went wrong. I don‘t know what I did. But until you can give me a reason, I‘m not coming back.” You threaten, choking back your own sobs.

He was still begging for you to stay, his voice still strained with emotion as he cried. You ignored him, grabbed everything in front of you that you could see through the tears and closed up your bag. As you walked towards the door he called your name one more time, choking back all the sobbing he’d been doing. You kept your focus on everything you could see in front of you, too afraid to go running back.

[chunsajk]

{10:44am}

little!jungkook was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, colouring book in front of him and his crayons all scattered around. an adorable pout decorated his face as he concentrated hard on staying inside the lines of his picture.

the door to the dorm opened, revealing seokjin and hoseok who went out earlier to get the groceries. “hey baby”, jin cooed at the sight of their maknae in the living room. he went to put the bags away, before making his way over to jungkook. “what are you colouring?”.

jungkook didn’t even bother to look up from his paper, his mind still focused on the drawing in front of him. “butterfly for taetae-hyungie!”.

“wow! i’m sure that hyungie will be very happy about your present”, jin said, running a hand through jungkooks hair, brushing it out of his face. “where are all your hyungs, baby boy? you know you shouldn’t really be alone when you’re feeling little, hm?”.

that made jungkook stop momentarily, his doe eyes averting from his drawing to jin. “googie woke up feeling little all alone and couldn’t find his hyungies... he waited for them to come back but that was boring so he got his colouring book”.

jin let out a soft sigh, knowing that jungkook had technically broken one of their rules for him, which was to let the members know when he was feeling little. but he couldn’t bring himself to punish the younger for it. nothing in the dorm seemed to be out of place, jungkook wasn’t injured and it really hasn’t been that long, since he and hobi went out to buy groceries. “but you know you’ve broken a rule right? we all agreed that our jungkookie should tell us when he feels little, and you didn’t do that today, did you?”.

in that moment hobi joined the oldest and the youngest, taking a seat on the couch behind jungkook. he had heard their conversation, unbeknownst to the maknae, who immediately looked up to his hyung with pleading eyes.

“ah ah ah”, jin said, catching jungkooks attention again, “i’m talking to you, young man”.

the pout on jungkooks lips intensified, as his gaze went to the floor. “‘m sowwy”, he mumbled under his breath.

“jungkookie speak properly please and look at your hyung when he’s talking to you”, hoseoks voice came from behind him, only making his guilty conscience worse.

it took the maknae a few seconds to comply to his hyungs request, before his gaze went back up to jins. “‘m sowwy hyung”, jungkook said, this time a bit more clearly.

jin felt his heart break at the vulnerable state that jungkook was in. he knew jungkook was under a lot of pressure, and it was a pretty rare occurrence that he even woke up in little space. of course the first thing on his mind wouldn’t be to call one of his hyungs and caregivers. and again, nothing in the dorm was out of place, nor was jungkook hurt in any way.

“but googie was being a good boy!”, he suddenly wailed, startling both, hobi and jin. “googie was just trying to wait patiently for his hyungs, he was just colouring, nothing else!”.

“oh i know, baby boy”, jin cooed and didn’t hesitate a second before pulling the younger onto his lap. jungkook just let out a loud sob, letting himself melt into the hug.

hobis heart broke at the sight, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit helpless on the sidelines as he watched jin trying to calm the younger down.

“i’m not mad at you”, jin said softly as he rocked jungkook from side to side. “and you’re not being punished, angel. i just wanted you to know what you did wrong”.

after a few minutes, and a few more sweet nothings whispered into his ear, jungkook managed to mostly calm down, only sniffing occasionally. jin took that as a chance to carefully pull away, which immediately gave him a whine from jungkook. “look at me, angel”, jin tried to softly coax the youngest out of his hiding. “there is my pretty boy!”.

the tear streaks on jungkooks cheeks were still prominent, his eyes puffy and his nose full of snot. a rosy pink dusted his cheeks, either from exhaustion, from crying or from both. “no more tears, yeah?”, jin said, carefully wiping away the last remaining tears. “why don’t you cuddle with hobi-hyung while i go and make you something to snack on. i’m sure that you haven’t eaten since you woke up”.

reluctantly, jungkook looked over to hoseok, who immediately opened his arms for the younger, beckoning him to come over. “stay with papa”, he mumbled, hiding his face in jins neck again.

“aish this boy”, jin laughed but still pulled jungkook closer to him. “you’re felling really little right now, hm? then we’ll just stay here a while longer”.

[adonis-koo]

tender

Summary: One of your bodyguards Yoongi, doesn’t quite like you the way everyone else does, but you severely grow on him

Genre: d/lg, age regression (but they aren’t aware of it), mafia AU fluff!

Pairing: technically Taehyung/Reader main, but Jungkook/Reader, Yoongi/Reader on the side

Word Count: 1.4k

Note: I’ve been thinking a lot about mafia caregiver Taehyung a lot lately and wanted to add more to his AU 😭 feel free to send in some questions for him if you have any!

“Look all I’m saying is- there’s no way she’s as innocent as she looks.” Jungkook felt as if he had sighed for the fifth time within the last hour as he glanced at his partner, Yoongi who crossed his arms before waving a hand around, “You can’t tell me I’m wrong, just look at her!” He pointed a finger at you.

“You can always speak up if you have any questions Y/n.” Namjoon gave you an encouraging smile but you were too busy excitedly bouncing in your seat at the sight of the picture book, Jungkook had quickly found out they were your favorite.

“No shit she isn’t innocent,” Jungkook argued back as he crossed his arms, “Taehyung said he found her at Jaehyun’s sex doll pitch.” His pupils narrowed, “She probably acts like this out of trauma or some shit, I don’t know. Why does it even matter? It’s easy money and she’s pretty fun to be around if you’d give her a chance.”

Yoongi huffed as he leaned against the wall, eyeing you carefully as you grinned, pointing your finger at the tablet, “Baby!” Of course you had to be adorable in the way you pronounced the single word, Namjoon nodding encouragingly as he smiled before explaining.

“It doesn’t,” Yoongi threw up his hands, “I just don’t get it, there’s plenty of other women out there that are just as traumatized as her, what made Taehyung like her? This just feels like a waste of resources. We could be in Peru with Jimin right now gaining ground on Kang right now.”

“Googie! Baby! Googie!” Jungkook’s gaze shot from Yoongi’s to yours as you excitedly jumped, your lesson finished with Namjoon for the day as you bounced towards Jungkook, excitedly showing him the tablet, “Baby!” It was hard to not feel a smile tug on his lips as he glanced at Yoongi, “Seriously, you don’t think it’s even a little cute?” Jungkook ruffled your hair as he took the tablet from you, “Good job bunny! I’m sure Taehung will be impressed.”

Your eyes immediately lit up at the sound of Taehyung’s name, bouncing up and down as your fists curled, “Tae Tae! See Tae Tae!”

“Taehyung’s busy.” Yoongi replied lowly, your expression crumbled at the sight of the brooding male, lips quivering as you lowered your gaze, Jungkook scowling as he glared at Yoongi, stepping closer as he whispered, “You don’t have to be such a dick!” Yoongi only rolled his eyes as Jungkook grabbed your shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’m sure Taehyung will see you as soon as he can. Besides you have piano to get too, let's go!”

Yoongi slouched as he walked behind you both, your hand wrapped in Jungkook’s as you bounced, swinging it happily as Jungkook tugged you along, it wasn’t until his phone rang that he paused, sighing as he let go of your hand making you whine a little, “Sorry Y/n, I gotta take this, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

You pouted as you crossed your arms, Jungkook stepped away from you before turning to Yoongi, “It’s Seokjin, he probably has an update about Peru,” Yoongi straightened up at his words, “I’ll be back, don’t be an ass.”

To that he rolled his eyes, sighing as Jungkook walked back the way they had come, “Well don’t just stand there, come on.” You timidly stepped away from him, your previous sunny demeanor becoming overcast as you clasped your hands as Yoongi walked beside you. He had expected you to make some sort of conversation or, well anything. But you appeared to be mute now, refusing to even look at him.

Was he that intimidating? He rubbed the back of his neck as he sighed, “So uh- are you excited for piano?” Silence, he supposed that’s what he should’ve expected. Yoongi wasn’t suspicious of you, he just didn’t quite see the charm everyone else saw in you. As far as he knew, you were for the most part, mute and the moments you did speak you sounded absurdly childish.

In fact, he’d go as far as to say you acted far younger than you were, most people Jungkook included saw it as endearing but...Yoongi just couldn’t buy it, surely you were acting? You didn’t look childish right now, he felt semi guilty, because you looked frightened.

Walking down the last of the steps from the upper floor you had been looking out the large glass wall, missing the last step for squeaking, tumbling down making Yoongi jump. A loud sob immediately escaping your lips.

Yoongi quickly hopped down the last step, worry in his eyes as he kneeled down, “Hey, hey, you’re alright, look it’s just a skinned knee.” Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as your knees curled against your chest, your palms throbbing in pain as you rubbed your eyes.

“Tae Tae!” You whimpered out, “Wan’ Tae Tae!”

Yoongi flailed a little, unsure of what to do with a crying woman who kept fussing over a skinned knee, “Alright, c’mere you crybaby.” Yoongi felt somewhat hesitant put pulled you into his lap, surprised to see how you immediately shuffled to get comfortable in his grip before pressing your face into his neck with a pitiful sob, “Alright c’mon, let’s take a better look.” He shifted you a little to a take a better look at your knee.

No blood had been drawn but just as he previously saw the skin had peeled a little, painful no doubt but you’d survive.

“You called sweetheart?” Yoongi glanced across the large foyer to see Taehyung, the jacket removed from his three piece and the sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up, hair curled and messy as he shoved his hands into his pockets. You immediately fumbled to stand up as you let out a pitiful sob while running over to Taehyung, “C’mere baby,” He cooed out, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed a kiss against your head, “Did you get hurt?”

You sniffled with a nod as you nuzzled against him, pouting while accepting every kiss against your tear stained cheeks, “TaeTae it hurts!” Taehyung only chuckled at your whined words as he pressed one last kiss against your cheeks, pulling a little bit away.

“You seemed okay with Yoongi helping you, hm?” You rapidly shook your head as you bounced, tears beginning to pool in your eyes again making Taehyung animatedly pout, “I was just teasing sweetheart! Don’t cry.” Pressing a kiss against your forehead.

“Did you make her cry?” It was Jungkook who accused Yoongi as he walked down the steps, eyes sharp and narrow as Yoong rolled his eyes, crossing his arms with that usual brooding expression on his face.

“She just fell Jungkook,” Taehyung held up a hand while the other stroked through your hair, “You can update Yoongi on Peru, you both need to prep for the plane ride. I’ll accompany Y/n the rest of the day,” You peaked up from Taehyung’s chest with a sniffle despite your glowing eyes. Taehyung was going to be with you the whole day! But…

You turned around a little with trembling lips as you suddenly bolted over, nearly knocking Jungkook over as you hugged him, a chuckle escaping him as he ruffled your hair, “Calm down bunny, we won’t be gone for long.”

You only sniffled again, Yoongi’s pupils only widened at the feeling of your figure curling against his with a hug, he scowled at the sound of Taehyung and Jungkook laughing at the way his hands were held up and awkward, “We’ll be back soon squirt.” Yoongi grumbled, feeling his face warm a little as he patted your back.

Stepping away from him you sniffled once more as you rubbed your eyes, watching them quickly exit as they began to converse, “Don’t worry sweetheart,” Taehyung hugged you from behind, pressing a kiss onto your cheek before letting his head chin rest against your shoulder, “They’ll be back soon. I thought my presence would make up for it but if you don’t want me…” He sighed dramatically as he let go of you, turning around as if he was going to leave.

A squeak left your lip while nearly tackling him, a smile appeared on Taehyung’s lips as you cried out, “No! Tae Tae! Stay! Stay!”

He laughed at the way you stamped your feet, clasping his vest as squished your cheeks, “I’ll always stay with you baby. Come on, let’s get to your piano listens, I wanna see how much you’ve learned!”

[oftenderweapons]

The Power Couple - maknae line

Pairing: maknae line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.0k words

Genre: (hinted/mild) smut, fluff, (JK’s a tiny bit angsty but also humour), 

Rating: suggested 18+

Hi, I’m finally back with the maknae line version. I thought I would have loved to explore how the couple would interact in more public situations, especially when under pressure because of fan, photographers and press, what kind of vibe would they emit, what they would do, whether they felt nervous etc.  TRIGGER WARNINGS: smut, only mentioned or suggested, with some mildly kinky stuff going on in Jimin’s scenario (that boy is filthy as hell), Taehyung is in Love™️, please don’t kill his vibe (and don’t bite his head off), softest angst in Jungkook’s piece, slight invasion of privacy, insecure Googie who wished he were a normal boy feat. mild exhibitionism and very loving Lowkey Kinky girlfriend. 

Enjoy!

Here you can find the hyung line

And here you can find my masterlist

Jimin

The first thing you noticed was the fans, phones out, recording and snapping pictures of you.

The second thing you noticed was the little groups of celebrities, influencers and models chatting, exchanging greetings and fashionable “bisoux”. It actually intimidated you.

“Don’t worry about those. We steer away. I’ll just say hi to a few friends. You’ll like them, they’re not that bad.” He said with a teasing grin.

You were at Paris Fashion Week, attending Chanel’s special runway, with your amazing boyfriend. He had personally styled your look, your matching apple green skirt and jacket paired with a plain white t-shirt. At your feet a very daring combination of white ankle socks and black leather loafers. On your slightly tanned skin -- thanks to your holiday together -- the palette of colours looked absolutely amazing, giving you a fashionable but also a classic look. His signature all-black look today was made of skinny black pants, a sleeveless turtleneck tucked in and, just like you, black leather loafers.

You were actually pretty glad he had that turtleneck in his luggage: explaining the bruises on his neck would have been impossible. Paris, Jimin and champagne were a deadly combination for your libido and it had been sheer luck that you had managed to exit the room this morning. You had spent the last twenty hours or so in bed, macarons delivered to your suite together with wine and chocolate covered strawberries. As if you hadn’t just spent a week in the middle of nothing, on a private island, enjoying nothing but each other, someplace where Jimin could just hang out naked all day long, being nothing but your pet, making as much noise as he wanted. And you had enjoyed listening to his every whine and scream. It had been amazing.

Coming back to civilization had made you jumpy, and seeing him back to his usual social butterfly personality slightly ticked you off. Your own personality didn’t quite fit the socialite in the spotlight, and you weren’t absolutely comfortable with the way everyone seemed focused on the two of you.

The photographers kept calling his name and he kept stopping for them, looking at you with nothing but sin in his eyes, his intentions unmistakeable. He let his fingers dance on your inner wrist, knowing how that makes your skin tingle and your nerves catch fire.

How could you possibly let that brat go unnoticed? Of course you would remember this for later, when you'd be back to your room. Still, when he stopped once more, putting his hand on your waist, you latched your thumb on one of his back belt loops, the rest of your hand spread wide on his glute and hip. The half coy, half obscene smirk on his face made you melt a little more, and you felt embarrassed that such a small thing had you actually turned on. He bit his lip. Little teasing brat.

You entered the venue after a few greetings to glossy-haired, glass-skinned demigods, wide california smiles plastered on their faces, beautiful and scary. Jimin was polite as usual, dismissing some guys with a cold, formal manner. As you sat on front row, he bent to your ear, grazing your earlobe with his plump lips. “You look beautiful. The only true queen out there.” He nuzzled in your hair. “Can I put my hand on your leg or will you drag me to the closest bathroom to eat you out?”

“You are walking on very thin ice, Jiminie.” You replied before laying your hand heavily against his knee, your fingers reaching for his inner thigh. Distracted by your touch he didn’t notice the way you leaned in. “Enjoy sitting while you still can, baby brat.” You smiled innocently, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Oh, come on, what did I do?” Your conversation went on undisturbed, no one around there understanding his native language, except for the bodyguards, who were otherwise occupied, or who were not interested in your anthem.

“I’ll make you a list once we’re in our room.” Once more he used his flirty smile on you. “And trust me, no chance of you getting away with it this time.” You continued.

Suddenly you were interrupted by a photographer, asking you for a picture. You posed with a kind smile on your face, Jimin’s arm around your shoulders. “Big smile, kitty.” You said, before the flash lit up and caught him midlaugh, cutely collapsing on your shoulder. The photograper took a few more pictures, thanking you and moving on.

He recomposed himself, drawing closer this time. You grabbed his chin with two fingers delicately. You could only imagine what everyone could think of the two of you. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” You asked, a little roughly.

He giggled flirtatiously. You figured all the macarons must have made him sweetly poisonous. “You must love me a lot.” He put his hand on your thigh, contrary to your warnings. “But I love when you manhandle me a little.” He started kneeding on the soft flesh there. “So I really hope you’ll give me the punishment you’ve promised me later--” he stopped and exhaled sinfully, “-- mommy.”

For the rest of the show he was restless in his chair, impatient to have you again.

Taehyung

“Oh my god, Namjoon will bite my head off if we’re late.”

“Is my lipstick okay?” You asked panicked.

He came up close, staring at your lips. “You’re incredible. It’s perfect.”

“I should have bitten your head off.”

“Such a shame you love it.” He commented with an arrogant smile. He helped you up and leaned against your ear. “You love both of them.” He said, tucking himself in and fixing his clothes.

Of course he was right. Of course you were just done taking him in your mouth, trusting him enough not to mess your dress. It was an avalanche of deep blue chiffon. Tonight you were attending a charity event in a popular art gallery celebrating the opening of a new building for recreational use. Your dress resembled the dark twirls of Van Gogh’s starry skies, punctuated with small rhinestones; Taehyung had bought it for you, leaving it on your bed before you got ready for the event. When you had seen it you had felt slightly conflicted between your own pick and his choice, but seeing his own blue silk tuxedo, you gave up any hesitation, slipping into the dress -- which unsurprisingly fit you perfectly -- after letting him choose your underwear first.

“Do I look messed up?” You asked again, at which he fixed a loose strand of your hair delicately before bending down to kiss you. The kiss wasn’t chaste at all.

“I wished we had more time...” He commented, accompanying you to the ensuite and turning you towards him, fixing your makeup under your eyes and on your chin.

“Do you think they’ll notice if I get under your dress during dinner?” He grinned and tapped a humid towel around your mouth, kissing you once more.

“Depend on whether I can keep a straight face or not.” You caressed his face and caught his wrists.

“Well, then we’re fucked.” Yeah, his head game was that strong. No keeping a straight face at that. And he knew.

You laughed together at that. You looked at yourself in the mirror. “God, I need to know what lipstick she used. It’s still there. No smudge, no stain. It’s perfect.”

“That’s because you’re perfect.” He kissed your forehead. “Let’s go. They’re gonna kill us.”

“We’re not that late. Plus I’m sure we can still beat Jimin.” You grabbed your purse on the way out of the bedroom.

“Wait babe.” He said, “I--” He had been distracted. This should have gone in a very, very different way.

You stilled, waiting for him to talk. “Tonight might be difficult.” He wished he had been patient. He wished he had more time. The plan was to give you something that might keep everyone off you. Insecurity invaded him. All the men who would be seeing you tonight… The small box felt heavy in his hand. “And I--” God, he had a talk, a whole discourse. “Just, it’s not like-- I intend to do this properly, sometime in the future. This is just-- A promise thing. I want us to wear these.” He fumbled with the lock, his eyes blowing wide open as the box fell to the floor and a tinkling sound echoed in the hall.

You threw yourself at it, noticing the thick platinum band covered in blue shiny stones rolling on the floor. You saved it right before it hid under the wardrobe.

In the meantime he had clutched the box to his chest, protecting the other half of the pair with his body.

You smiled widely. Rings. Actual rings.

“It’s not like, wedding. Though I absolutely intend to. I mean, to propose. Not today.” He sounded like a broken record, his words interrupted and mechanic. “It means I love you, and you got me, and I got you. That’s all.” He looked like a lost puppy.

"Come here, darling." You say quietly.

He looks absolutely terrified, approaching you like you were about to punish him.

"I love you. And I really hope that someday we will be wearing another kind of matching rings." You kissed his scrunched brow. "Let me put this on you, yes?"

He offered you his hand.

"I don't want to promise too much. I can only promise that I'll always take care of you, protect you and be loyal to you." You slipped his band on.

"Uhm--" He fumbled with the box some more until you held it for him as his shaking hand took off the ring. The thin circlet was lined with small blue crystals, dominated by a bigger stone of the same colour. The overall blue theme was really soothing, and it was also what kept it from looking too much like a proposal ring.

"____, I promise you to give my heart to you, and to hold yours with care, I promise to stay close to you and love you as long as you allow me to." His voice was deep but slightly shaking, which made you really emotional.

You offered him your hand, helping you wear the ring.

You observed how it fit you. You knew it wasn't sheer luck. He probably had taken one of your rings for measurements.

You smiled at him and intertwined his hands. "Joon is going to kill us."

"He's a sucker for romance, he'll probably get teary eyed." He commented. Taehyung kissed your cheek. "Let's go, I've got a beautiful girlfriend to show to the world." His smile was radiant.

Jungkook

"Baby, can you please come?" He called you to the sofa. Probably he just wanted some company while he was playing games. Maybe he just wanted someone to play with.

You reached the end of the corridor leading from the bedrooms to the open space living room. "What's up Koo?"

"Look."

A gossip TV-show was talking about the two of you and your recent holiday.

"The couple was spotted in an exclusive resort in Thailand, the BTS member spoiling his partner with a sweet summer getaway. As you can see they had plenty of time for some steamy romance on the beach." The description was accompanied by a small clip of you kissing, water lapping around your calves, the whole picture absolutely innocent and appropriate, and of course the press had to spice things up, exaggerating everything about the two of you. "The sweethearts have also been caught sharing a bit more than an innocent smooch during a canoeing excursion." And of course you weren't canoeing, but rather paddle boarding, you resting your head on Jungkook's chest as you basked in the sun. These people were outright ridiculous.

"They must be desperate for a scoop." You commented, sitting beside Jungkook, as he cuddled into you. "Are you okay baby?"

"I'm just thinking what if we had been less careful?"

You kissed his head and caressed his hair softly. "But we were careful."

"I almost fucked you on the beach." He lifted his head from his chest.

"Having a hard on and pressing it against my bum while kissing my neck is hardly almost fucking, Koo." You touched his neck and shushed him back towards your bosom.

"We've been dating publicly for like a month and we've already been on the news four times."

"God, the strip club scandal was exhilarating." You reckoned.

"The whole picture was a work of art." He commented. "After the fright I kinda hoped I could meet the one who photoshopped it."

"Do you think they could send us a copy? It looked so hot," you said appreciatively.

"You looked so hot, with that cliché pink bob cut." He looked up at you from under his lashes.

"Got a new kink, baby? Stripper role play?" You smiled teasingly.

He blushed violently. "Not really. But you really looked hot with that hair." He toyed with your loose locks. "Even though I love your hair long."

"I can only wonder why." You let him in his comfort zone, still cuddling him.

"And then that time they spotted us outside the hotel."

"As if we needed an hotel to get laid." He said, half disappointed.

"And I was wearing your sweater, don't forget the kinky detail." You joked as he broke in giggles. "'Cause of course, if I'm wearing your sweater we must have done the nasty."

He started laughing even more. "Done the nasty, God that actually broke me."

"Next time we meet for lunch with my parents we'll tell them we're doing the nasty." You murmured in sarcasm.

"My mother called me that night asking me why I was taking you to an hotel when we've been sharing an apartment for almost a year." He said. "I told her we were there to meet your parents. She said she was glad I could get laid at my place."

You both exploded in laughter. His mom is great.

"Did you tell her you tried to corrupt me on a beach in Thailand?" You joked some more.

"Fuck, she'd laugh her eyes off." He kissed your breastbone innocently.

"They love making a fuss about us." You commented, combing his hair delicately.

"I don't understand why they can't let us be. If I want to take you bare against my window that's our fucking business. Wanna get naked in a private beach in the middle of nowhere, fucking let me!" He was getting upset and he sounded so absurdly cute.

"Bare against a window, uh?"

He blushed to the tip of his ears, half frustrated, half shy.

You loved his cute slip ups, when his more dominant persona jumped out.

"It's-- You know, we don't have to do it, I was just saying it as a joke." But his shy expression said otherwise.

"I don't oppose to it." You replied quietly.

He shuddered a little, but changed the topic of the conversation. "Sometimes I just wished it only the two of us. I wished we could just be two kids twenty and in love."

You already knew what he would say next. "No, I just want this strange normality with you. No other man could love me like you, you know it. And I don't want anything but you. But this."

This time you ignored all the sweet pressing of lips for an intense kiss, mouth against mouth, your hand already insinuating under his sweater.

"I promise you I'll find a more private location next time we go in holiday." He murmured, his voice covered in guilt.

"It's okay. As long as you're okay with it. We're a power couple. They can't help but watch."

"You looked incredible with that bikini, it would have been a shame if they didn't look." He kissed your jaw.

He meditated in silence for a couple seconds. You waited for him to drop his idea. "Do you think they'll see if we do the nasty in our balcony?"

You both laughed out loud. "Let's go."

[ave-aria]

ROTG Hope Week

Happy Easter, everybody! This was written for Hope Week, in response to these darker days we’re going through. Who can’t use a little extra hope?

Day 1: Hope Wordcount: 3,305 Tw: Coronavirus, Covid 19 Pairings: Jack/Bunnymund

Kudos to Chaos Incarnate for giving me the idea for the title. ;)

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Can I Offer You A Nice Egg In These Trying Times?

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"Whaddya mean, Easter's cancelled?"

Bunnymund's voice rang through the Warren, scattering the herds of unpainted eggs at his feet. Jack, however, remained unmoved. He crouched atop his staff, toes curling into the wood as he stared down at the Easter Bunny before him.

"Hey, it's not my fault," he raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just letting you know. This Coronavirus is shaping up to be some pretty nasty stuff."

"The—what virus?"

Jack narrowed his eyes at Bunny.

"Coronavirus. Covid-19." He said. "You have been keeping up on the news, haven't you?"

Bunnymund, caught with his head in the ground, sputtered. "Look, I am not the shut-in I used t' be, ok!" which was true; the Guardians had made great strides in getting out of their comfort zones in the past eight years. The attack by Pitch made them all realize how isolated they'd become. But… well. Old habits die hard. "So what if I missed a bulletin or two?"

"Bunny," Jack huffed, exasperated. "It's a worldwide pandemic."

Frustrated, Bunny threw his hands in the air. "It's less than a month till Easter! Whaddya want from me!"

Jack rolled his eyes. "A little less denial would be nice."

Fuming, Bunnymund threw his paintbrush to the ground and stormed towards his tunnels.

Sighing, and deciding to take pity on the Pooka, Jack hopped off his staff and followed him across the grassy field. Eggs parted to let him pass. There were dozens of them, hundreds, all waiting to be painted; more were due to hatch from the Eggplants in waves as the month rolled on. The fruits of long labor. Bunny'd put a lot of work into this year's Easter, like he did every year, and it was a shame to see it all go to waste.

Bunny beelined for the European tunnels, ducking into one that Jack knew well. Bunny always seemed to be using this path. It led to a little suburb in England, the very same place where he'd been walked through on that fateful failed Easter years ago. The Pooka never said as much, but Jack suspected; England and Australia seemed to be Bunnymund's Burgess.

So when the lagomorphs hopped down on all fours and darted out of sight, Jack didn't worry. He knew where Bunny was going.

After a few minutes of picking his way through the tunnels, Jack emerged into cool air and cloudy, overcast skies. The tunnel opened up in the narrow space between two long rows of houses, with a park visible down the road. The ground was clear of snow; Jack hadn't been active here lately, but looking at the green grass springing up between the pavestones, he thought he ought to change that soon.

Bunny, to his surprise, was not darting from bush to bush as usual. When Jack arrived, the Pooka was standing smack dab in the middle of the paved streets, subtlety be damned. He turned in circles, a bewildered look creeping onto his face.

Upon spying Jack, he threw his arms out. "Crikey, Jack, it's a ghost town out here! Where is everybody!"

Jack pointed at the long rows of houses. "Inside," he explained. "…Or they better be."

Bunny did another 360, scanning the streets. It was so empty out here, a tumbleweed wouldn't be out of place. "Mate, this—this seems bad," he admitted at last. "I've never seen this place so quiet."

Jack shook his head. "No kidding. You should see the cities."

Bunnymund froze. "The cities?"

"If you think this place is a ghost town, wait till you see London," Jack said. "Paris, Tokyo, Dubai— Venice is so empty the waterways are clear for the first time in ages."

Bunnymund warily scanned the neighborhood again. The lack of people, mid-day, was eerie. He held perfectly still, holding his breath. His ears pricked forward, waiting for sound, eyes on the empty space - as if he expected someone to jump out and yell "boo!" - but nothing came. Slowly, he took a wary step forward, eyes scanning the streets.

Jack stepped forward, reaching out. "…Bunny," he started.

Bunny's whiskers twitched. "So this Coronavirus," he said. "It caused this?"

Jack held up a hand. "They're self-quarantining, for the most part. To help slow the strain on the hospitals. Practically everything is shutting down, everywhere."

"Must be some virus." Bunny replied. "…Takin' out kids and the elderly, I assume?"

"Mostly the elderly. And people with underlying health conditions. It's like the flu on steroids, with a ridiculous incubation period." Jack drew up to his side.

"How many dead?"

Jack winced. "It's… not clear—"

"Give it to me straight."

"…Over four thousand deaths in Italy so far." Jack said, reluctantly. "And more to come. China's not far behind. The US—well." He shrugged. "With the state of healthcare there? Bound to be ten times worse."

It felt different saying it aloud. Four thousand deaths.

A chill ran down his spine.

Jack cast a worried glance at Bunny. He seemed… withdrawn, and Jack hated that. Good news—if he could just think of good news— "Kids though! They seem largely unaffected, thankfully. Gotta catch some breaks, right?"

Bunny looked at least a little relieved at that. Jack went on. "But—the kids're taking it home and giving it to their parents, their grandparents… a lot of places are talking about closing down schools." He slung his staff over his shoulders. "Which, I might add, is totally unfair. I mean, I drop three feet of snow on Burgess and Jamie's highschool might close for, what, a day? Two at most? And then one little pandemic comes along and completely wipes out my record by a mile."

Bunnymund snorted at that. "You're full of yourself."

"I try."

"So," Bunny said. A pause, and his shoulders slumped. "…No Easter this year."

Looking at Bunny's crestfallen face, knots twisted Jack's gut. "Hey, that was the Pope. He cancelled Easter. But I'm sure your status as the Easter Bunny outweighs his authority."

Not even a smile at the comment. "Quarantining means no egg hunts," Bunny said. His ears drooped further. "No egg hunts means no Easter."

Jack took a deep breath and let it out slow. "…Yeah."

They stood silent for a long minute.

"S'not even about the egg hunts, really," Bunnymund said at last. "What worries me is skipping Easter—at a time when the world needs hope the most."

Jack bit his lip. "You could still—I mean, not to bring up North's method, but—pop inside the houses, leave eggs around the house?"

"I already do that, some places," Bunnymund told him. "But if I get the virus on me fur, or me googies, and take 'em inta a clean house—"

Jack sighed. "…Right. Kinda destroys the point of quarantining." He said. Still, he cats about for options, something to lift Bunnymund's spirits. "…Maybe if you disinfect between each place—"

That, oddly, drew a laugh from the Pooka's lips. Bunnymund ruffled Jack's hair, messing it up even worse than it already was. Jack ducked under the noogie, squinting up at Bunny.

"Appreciate it, really," said the Pooka. "But… you're right. Unless somethin' changes, fast, there's - there's just no Easter this year."

Jack straightened, frowning. Giving up wasn't Bunny's MO. He'd thought - he knew the news would hit hard, if he hadn't already caught wind of it, but he thought for sure Bunny would come at this swinging. Maybe try to brainstorm some solutions to the problem, or pull out an unexpected ace hidden up his sleeve.

But just giving up? "Hey now—"

"It's for the best." Bunny cut him off. Apparently it was written all over his face. "In the grand scheme of things - a couple of googies is a small sacrifice to pay fer a safe community."

Jack's frown twisted. Sure but… still.

Bunny gave Jack a comforting pat on the shoulder. "I'm headin' back. Better find somethin' to do with my newfound free time." He added, in a mutter. Turning back to Jack, he asked, "Need a lift anywhere?"

Jack's eyes lingered on Bunny for a long moment. At last, he shook his head.

Bunny's hand dropped from his arm, and it felt like defeat. "Ta, mate," Bunny said, giving a halfhearted salute. In two taps of a paw, a tunnel opened up, and he was gone.

Jack watched him go, wishing, for the life of him, that he could find a way to fix this.

Staring down at the bare earth where the tunnel disappeared, a cold resolve settled in Jack's heart.

He had to find a way to fix this.

—

It was three days and as many consecutive sleepless nights later that Jack came knocking again. The tunnel opened reluctantly, Bunnymund's magic sluggish to match its owners mood, and the rabbit didn't meet him in the field. When Jack arrived, the Pooka was still curled up in his Burrow, slumped at the kitchen chair with a hot tea and sweets littering the table.

"Go 'way," he moaned when Jack's silhouette darkened the doorway. "Let me mourn my holiday in peace." A couple of eggs, unpainted, butted at Bunnymund's heels; the rabbit hadn't had the heart to get rid of them.

Aha, Jack thought, triumphant. Bunny wasn't as satisfied with giving up as he'd pretended to be.

"Pick up your paintbrush and get back to work," Jack told him, eyes gleaming. "Easter's still on."

"Jack," Bunny groaned. "We already talked about this—"

"No egg hunts," Jack flapped a dismissive hand. "We're doing this the old fashioned way."

Bunny sat a bit straighter at that, raising a curious ear. "And what would that be?"

Jack's eyes sparkled, glimmering with hope.

"Baskets," he said, and that was that.

—

Egg hunts hadn't always been the center of the holiday.

In Jack's time, rumor was that if you left a basket - or a hat, upended like a basket - on your doorstep, the Easter Bunny would drop by and fill it to the brim with goodies galore. The practice died out slowly as Bunnymund realized that encouraging folks to go out and seek for the good things in life was a more effective method at garnering Hope; but this year, it was coming back full force.

"Wicker. Ribbons. Paint." Bunnymund dumped another armload of supplies on the grass, and dusted off his paws. "Who's on weaving duty?"

"On it," Jack called, sandwiched between two yetis. He'd all but kidnapped them from North as it became apparent that Bunny's basket production needed to skyrocket, fast. North readily obliged, and even donated some holiday gift baskets he had sitting in the warehouse, unused.

Bunnymund eyed the donated baskets; "…as long as they're not painted red, they'll do."

Over the next few weeks, they emptied Bunny's storage and wove baskets until their fingers fell off. Some were simple affairs, others were elaborate, oversized displays, reserved for houses with large families. In addition to painting eggs, Bunny quickly doubled his output of chocolate, peeps, and hard candies.

Sandy had an eye for basket-arranging, easily assembling multiple at once with the aid of his dreamsand. After Tooth disinfected each finished basket, her Mini fairies carried them off to a cooler and semi-refrigerated room of the Warren that Jack had helped set up. They would remain in isolation until Easter.

They worked at a steady pace, some coming and going, everyone pitching in. When the wicker ran out, Bunny went and found more. North donated plastic baskets as he churned them out. One night, Tooth and Sandy disappeared with a sack of quarters and came back with a truckload of baskets, procured in bulk from closed dollar-tree stores.

"Technically they're paid for!" Tooth insisted when Bunny hemmed and hawed over the gift.

At last, he accepted them. A month was a short time to make millions of baskets, even with everyone helping out. He wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

"You know," Bunny remarked, a few days before Easter Sunday, as he and Jack wove a handful more baskets to put them over the top. "This just might work."

"Might?" Jack echoed, offended. He flexed his overworked fingers, scowling. "Don't sell this short. Of course it'll work. It's brilliant."

Bunnymund chuckled. "Aye," he said. "But you do realize there's one tiny problem with yer plan?"

Jack paused. "Problem?"

"Quarantine," Bunnymund said. "Most o' these people haven't left their houses in weeks. What makes you think they'll notice the baskets on their doorstep before the eggs start to stink?"

Hm. That was a valid point. Jack set down his half-woven basket and leaned on a hand, thinking.

"We knock," he said at last.

Bunny huffed, amused. "That's your brilliant plan? Knock?" he, too, set his basket down. "Mate, even if it were that simple, I can't. They'd see me."

"Ignoring the fact that being seen isn't as dreadful as you make it out to be," Jack flapped a hand, "I'm not dumb. I wouldn't have you knock." When Bunny cast a confused glance at him, clearly not understanding, Jack said; "I'll have you know I'm a master at ding-dong-ditch."

Bunny studied Jack's face for a long moment, then cracked a smile.

"So you're inviting yourself on my run, huh. You think you can keep up with me?"

Jack laced his fingers and turned his palms outwards, stretching. "I know I can, cottontail. In fact, I'd say I'll knock this one out of the park."

Bunnymund groaned. "No. No puns."

"Hey," Jack laughed. "Hey—knock knock!"

A resigned sigh. "Who's there?"

"Boo," Jack said.

"…Boo who?"

"Why are you crying?" Jack asked. "Easter isn't canceled anymore."

The smile Bunny sent Jack was the most genuine one he'd seen all month.

—

Operation Ring-Every-Doorbell-In-The-World was a go.

"Finished with China," Bunny's voice said through Jack's earbud. "Headin' down to Oz. Catch up, slowpoke!"

"Ohhhh you're dead when I get down there," Jack shot back, flitting from house to house.

So this was a biiit tougher than he thought it'd be. Jack wasn't well-known worldwide yet, so no one had spotted him, and all he had to do was press a button at each station, an easier task than carting whole armfuls of baskets to the surface. He was running into unexpected walls, however, when he realized to truly make this work, he had to ring doorbells in a certain order.

Apartments, Jack decided, were the worst. He had to ring every doorbell in each hall before anyone answered their door; if he didn't, those who'd emerged would realize their neighbors' doorbells were ringing of their own accord. But he couldn't be too quick about it, either, since people exiting their houses en-mass was also, in a way, counterproductive to the quarantine.

But he managed, staying just a step or two behind Bunnymund at all times. Ring and knock; flit to the next target.

Doors opened as he passed, with surprised folks drifting out into the street. He saw dozens of people in pajamas, more who sorely needed haircuts, and a handful who were apparently sitting around their house in Wedding Dresses and Dinosaur Costumes. Quarantine fashion - an interesting trend. The delighted gasps and laughs that echoed in his wake were well enough to spur him on.

They caught their breath over the atlantic ocean, ("Good news! Right now, Greenland's virus-free!") before diving back in to work on the Americas. By the time they hit Alaska, Jack was about ready to drop.

"How do you do this?" Jack wheezed as they drew up to the final house on their stop. Bunnymund was waiting, tweaking the ribbons and eggs that had shifted in transit. "Every year?"

Bunny smirked. "Stamina, mate. It's a marathon, not a race."

"I hate that you're not even winded," Jack groused back.

Satisfied with the presentation, Bunnymund stepped back. "Care to do the honors, mate?" he motioned to the doorbell.

Jack stole an extra minute longer, leaning on his staff for support. Then, with one last deep breath, he raised a hand - no doorbell on this house it seemed - and knocked.

A rustling inside the house. "Mama!" called a young voice inside. "Mama who knocked? Is it the pizza man? Did you order pizza on Easter?!"

Quick as a blink, the two retreated a safe distance back. The front door opened seconds later; a young girl, six years old, stuck her head out.

Her eyes landed on the basket and, all at once, lit up. "Mama!" she screeched in delight. She gathered up the basket—nearly as tall as herself—and waddled back inside, leaving the door hang open. "Mama, he came! You said he wouldn't be here but look, he came!"

"What?" a bewildered voice called from inside the house. Bunnymund and Jack traded a sly look, and a snicker.

The mother stuck her head out of the doorway, glancing this way and that for the culprit. Bunny made sure to flatten his ears and duck down low to avoid detection.

"Huh," said the woman, to herself. "I guess someone in the community is looking out for us after all."

After the door closed, Jack went ahead and dramatically collapsed on the ground before them. "Tell me we're done," he said, though he knew full well they were.

"Righto," Bunny knelt at his side, amusement in his smirk. "Need a lift back t' the Warren?"

"Why would I run to the Warren when I'm perfectly content to die right here?"

Bunnymund chuckled. "Always with the dramas," he said, and scooped Jack up in his arms.

"H-hey!" Jack balked, blushing deeply. "I can walk!"

"Can ye now?"

"Yes!" Jack squirmed out of Bunny's hold and skittered away, then raised his chin defiance. "Though I reserve the right to complain the whole time."

"As ye wish." He tapped twice and summoned a tunnel, motioning Jack in first.

Jack paused at the lip, but just before jumping down, caught Bunnymund staring back at their last house. He turned to look, too, companionable in their silence.

"We did pretty good, huh?" Jack said. "Considering."

Bunny gave a nod. "The world's doing pretty good right now, considering." He remarked. "A couple 'o baskets might not be much, but hopefully, it's something."

"It's the little things," Jack agreed.

"…It really is."

Bunnymund broke his gaze with the house to rest his paw on Jack's shoulder, and this one, in a sharper mirror of the same gesture a month prior, felt like sun on the skin. Bunny smiled at Jack, shining with soft gratitude.

"Thanks fer bein' here, Jack," he said. "Couldn't've done it without ya."

Jack smiled back. "Happy Easter."

Bunny nodded at the tunnel. "Now c'mon," he said, tossing something to Jack which the winter spirit just barely caught; "We've got a disinfecting bath and a nap waitin' fer us in the Warren."

Jack paused, unfolding his hands to inspect what he'd caught: an Easter Egg, painted a vivid blue, speckled with snowflakes and a golden scrawl that read Thank You.

Jack beamed at the egg, holding it gently in his hands, then turned the smile up at Bunny.

Bunny's own grin turned wicked. "—Race ya," he said, diving into the tunnel.

"What!" Jack stiffened, sore muscles seizing. Any protest he might utter fell away at the sound of Bunnymund's bright, ringing laughter.

Pocketing the egg, Jack dove in after him, his center bursting with joy and hope.

[borathae]

"Now that Jungkook can finally stay the night, you and he take advantage of it as many times as possible. Cuddles, snuggles and sweet kisses lull you to sleep. His hard cock filling up your pussy and his needy moans wake you again. "Don't tease please", he begs, knowing very well that begging is fruitless."

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Witch!Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Magic!AU, established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Camping Trip!AU, Smut

Warnings: Yoongi & Tae get mentioned, sex in a camper van, sub!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, he calls her Mistress, needy!Jungkook, masochist!Jungkook, consensual free use kink (free use in this story = you can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want), consensual somnophilia, he fucks her pussy while she sleeps, use of lube, Koo has sensitive nipples, nipple play, he's got a big vampire dick, gentle choking, needy begging, dirty talk, praise (good babyboy!googie nation rise), degradation (he gets called slut), dumbification (m.receiving), he cries cause it's so good & he's so needy, she uses her magic to control his orgasms, edging for him, multiple orgasms for both, creampies, unnatural amounts of cum ;), she grinds her pussy against his cock, thigh riding until she cums, a little bit of anal fingering for her, cock slapping, she rides him, he can’t stop hugging her and touching her and kissing her :(, he needs so much aftercare, please protect this bean, they are in love and very kinky

Wordcount: 7.4k

a/n: This is Sanguis!Kookie & follows this smut. I am literally going to combust on the spot. I fucking need him so much. Enjoy besties, this is unhinged 💗

The sun is shining into the camper van. The blinds are still drawn closed, which results in the light to enter the room in small golden streaks. The ocean sings its daily songs. Last night when Jungkook woke you with his lips wrapped around your nipple, it was silent as it slept. It is awake again, now filling the nice silence with the rushing of waves and the occasional call of a seagull. The chatter of people ebbs and flows as, outside, fellow campers pass your van on their way to the beach. Their conversations are unintelligible to you.

Jungkook is moaning above you. It is gentle and quiet and equals little whimpers more than anything else. 

You need a few seconds to conceptualise what is happening to you, but once you do, you feel charged in pleasure instantly. Jungkook is rocking himself into you, filling you up with his warm, hard cock. He actually made good on the promise he made last night and is now using your pussy to masturbate his sensitive dick. From how sensitive you feel yourself and by how raggedy he breathes, he must have been going at it for quite a while. The sheets under your butt are soaked and in the deepest pit of your stomach, you feel a constant warm pressure threatening to burst. 

You open your eyes, expecting to meet his gaze but being surprised by what you find. He has his eyes closed. His curly hair is sticking to his damp face, his brows are furrowed and his pouty lips are parted. The golden sunlight falsifies his skin tone, turning his naturally pale vampire skin a healthy human colour. He is glowing, not only as if sunlight kissed him, but also his cheeks are flushed. Pinker than the rest of his face. Cute. So immensely pretty.

You stay silent as you enjoy the view. You don’t want to soil this moment by making yourself known. Jungkook should continue to exist in the blissful embrace of thinking that you are still asleep.

He is propped up on his hands. They rest a little above your head and dimple the pillow. His muscles are tensed, the veins in his lower arms are swollen. You fight every urge inside of you not to feel him up, to trace his veins and touch his hardened muscles. Not yet. He needs to be blissfully unaware longer. He feels so good when he is, rocking into you slowly and deeply. Being deep is honestly rather easy with his impressive length. You really can’t get enough of how he feels, how he fills you up and how he never hurts because he fits you as if he was made for you.

His nipples call your attention next. He has the daintiest, little nipples. Darker in colour and incredibly pretty. They aren’t swollen right now, but they could be with just one touch. Truly, he is so pretty. And to think how sensitive they are. 

You knew what you were doing last night. You knew that sucking on them would get him needy. You don’t know why you did it because you were this close to falling asleep again, but you really wanted to do it. Maybe you enjoy scrambling the thoughts of your lovers. It feels so good to know that you can turn them from intelligent, well put together men to stuttering, begging messes within seconds if only you touch them right. They are all the same. Taehyung with his sensitive thighs, Yoongi with his sensitive neck and Jungkook with his sensitive nipples. It’s so easy to turn them into messes. 

Maybe that is why you did it last night. Because you love to drive them so mad in lust that they stop thinking rationally and instead act instinctively. The sex always feels especially good when they do.

You don’t touch his nipples even if you want to. Not yet. Jungkook shouldn’t be aware of you yet. 

You shift your head a little. Just a little in order not to call his attention. Jungkook doesn’t notice it, he is too lost in you.

You can’t see a lot from the position, but you try to look at his tummy next. Only glimpses of it meet your eyes. His hard-earned abs tense and relax with the smooth movements of his hips. On any other day, you would have reached down there and felt him up. Not yet.

Your eyes flit up again. He still isn’t looking, but scrunches his nose up. His head is tilted back the slightest bit, revealing his throat to your eyes. Glistening in a slight layer of sweat and skin vast of any sorts of marks. Not that marks stay on their bodies for long, but it’s still a tragedy that his throat looks so empty.

Not yet.

Jungkook moans and shudders above you. His cock fills you up deeper and forces you to almost make a sound. You widen your eyes, biting down the moan threatening to escape as your toes curl in bliss. Jungkook repeats the motion. The same feeling courses through your body as before. Hot and addicting. He does it again and by now, you realised that he picked up a new tempo. Deeper than before and needier. Judging by how hard he tries not to be loud, he is getting closer, making it harder and harder for you to stay silent as well. All you want to do is moan.

Perhaps you have to make yourself known. It’s too good to handle.

You lift your hands to his nipples and rub them.

“Holy fuck, ah”, Jungkook gasps and collapses to his elbows. His face falls against the crook of your neck, his cock covers your walls in spurts of his hot pleasure, “holy fuck.”

“Good morning”, you rasp, pinching and rolling his nipples between your fingers.

“You’re making me cum”, he whimpers. It’s been too long since he started. This was his last straw, “holy fuck, honey”, he moans and shakes.

“Oh?” you let out and giggle, hugging him against you as he empties his heavy balls inside you, “what a way to start the day. Does that feel nice, baby? Mhm?”

“Yeaah”, Jungkook keens, shaking in your arms. 

“That’s it baby. I’m sorry. I surprised you quite a bit, didn’t I? But that’s okay, baby. Enjoy yourself, just enjoy yourself my honey”, you talk him through it, helping him ride out the surprise high by rolling your hips up against him. Your heart is racing like crazy. This is the cutest, yet hottest thing he ever did.

It feels heavenly to you to be filled like that. His cum is so warm and his cock so hard. It feels nice to be filled with him. 

Jungkook comes down with a shudder of his limbs, dropping atop of you with a loud squeak. He shivers, squeaking out little noises. His cock is still rockhard, throbbing inside you as he recovers. You soothe him with back scratches and a slow scalp massage, enjoying the warm scent he radiates. 

“Good morning indeed, mhm?” you whisper. 

“I’m sorry”, he croaks, breathing heavily.

“For what?” 

“I didn’t mean to cum already. That was so embarrassing.”

“It wasn’t. You were perfect”, you say and giggle, “although I gotta admit, it’s a little funny to think that the second I wake up you have to nut.”

Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, “yeah uh”, he lifts his head, blushing like crazy, “fuck”, he laughs.

“You’re cute, Kookie”, you say, cupping his face. 

He closes his eyes, leaning into your embrace. He smiles prettily.

“I do gotta say though. You’re bold as fuck. You really just used my pussy to jerk off huh?”

“Mhm?”

“I woke up to you jerking off with my pussy as if you’re a dumb, needy animal. What kind of imagine does that make Kookie, hm?”

He opens eyes, pouting at you, “I needy one?” he asks cutely.

“Exactly. So needy.”

Jungkook widens his eyes cutely “I, I only did it because you told me last night that I can fuck your pussy.”

You smile, tracing his cupids bows, “mhhm, did I?”

“Y-yes.”

“Interesting. I can’t remember that I did”, you coo and pinch his cheeks. 

“Ah aha, don’t”, Jungkook giggles, bucking his hips into you in a needy reaction. It feels so good, but teasing him feels even better. You stop his hips, speaking in a soft yet demanding voice.

“Get off of me, Kook.”

“What?”

“Get off of me. Now.”

Jungkook follows your orders instantly. 

“I’m, I’m sorry”, he stutters, tearing up because he thinks that he messed up. That he did something you didn’t want to do. 

You sit up and take him by his shoulders to guide him. He falls against the headboard, looking at you with glassy eyes. 

“I’m so sorry”, he chokes out.

“Don’t apologise baby, you did nothing wrong”, you assure him, smoothing over his cheeks, “well”, you smirk darkly, “you did. You’re such a needy, little boy, aren’t you? Look at the mess you made”, you say, running your fingers through your creampied pussy, “so messy.”

Jungkook gulps, widening his eyes cutely. He finally understands what is happening. You aren’t mad at him, you are just being your perfect self. This is all an act. A part of the sex he started. You are so into this right now. He pouts, tears roll down his cheeks. 

“I didn’t think that you would take my offer and yet you did. You are such a needy slut, Kookie. Do you really only think with your cock, hm?”

Jungkook sobs and nods his head, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“I’m such a dumb slut”, he chokes out and sobs, “I’m sorry Mistress, all I do is think with my cock.”

“Of course you do. That’s all you do, you cute, pretty slut”, you say, sitting down on his lap right under his cock. You smear his cum everywhere, using it to grind your clit against his muscular thigh. The sensation makes your body burn up.

Jungkook opens his eyes and whimpers, grabbing your hips. 

“Please”, he begs, trying to tug you onto his cock. 

“No touching”, you say, taking his wrists to guide them behind his back. 

Like this, your faces are so close that with only one tilt of your head, you would kiss him. He is gazing at you, eyes racing between yours and sparkling like crazy.

“I want you to keep your hands behind your back. Can you do that for me or are you dumb enough to fail?” 

“I wanna try”, he whispers, “please?”

“You’re such a good boy, so good for me”, you praise, “clean.”

You press your cum slickened fingers against his lips. Jungkook opens up and takes you inside, sucking on your digits as his good boy eyes gaze up at you. 

“There we go. Are you yummy mhm? Do you like how you taste?” 

He nods his head, moaning needily and tensing his thighs.

“Kook”, you sigh, eyelids fluttering, “Koo, I’m…my pussy’s sensitive. Keep…yeah, keep doing that.”

He moans, sucks and tenses his thigh. It flinches and shakes under your pussy. You glide over his smooth skin, electricity shoots through your veins. 

“Fuck”, you sigh, dropping against Jungkook’s strong chest. Like this, you forget all about your fingers in his mouth which results in your hand slipping down and your fingers tugging his jaw down with them. 

Jungkook shakes his head free, resulting in your hand falling around his throat gently. 

Your forehead is resting against his shoulder, your back is bent so you are more comfortable and your pussy is dripping down his sculpted thighs. 

Although he promised to be your good boy, Jungkook puts his arms to the front. He needs to touch you. That’s all he wants to do. Touch you, hug you, feel you as you moan in his arms. He wanted to do those things for years and now that he finally can, he doesn’t want to stop doing them.

“Holy fuck, that’s good. Fuck, that’s so good”, you moan, scratching his scalp as you continue to twist and relax your fingers in his hair.

Jungkook cuddles closer, kissing your neck as best as possible.

“That’s so good, oh god Kook”, you shudder, circling your clit against him quickly, “holy fuck.”

“I’m here”, he whispers, slipping his right hand to your butt while his left arm still hugs you close. His fingers dip between your buttocks, picking up the remnants of his cum so he can spread it on your hole. 

“Baby”, you groan, tensing up for just one second before you shudder and moan shakily. Your hips speed up afterwards, your fingers squeeze around his throat, “don’t stop baby, please don’t stop.”

Jungkook moans, enjoying you with his eyes closed. This is paradise to him. He continues to move his pointer and middle finger against your hole, massaging it with just enough pressure that you feel it deep inside you. He doesn’t even have to slip in and yet you feel stuffed with him. 

“So good…”

Your clit is burning. That’s how it feels to hump his sculpted thigh. Hot. So incredibly hot. You can’t take much more. 

“I’m gonna cum like this”, you choke out, resorting to moaning afterwards. 

“Don’t hold back, please”, he begs, hugging you closer. He presses down on your hole and slips inside to his first knuckle.

“Ah”, you wail and orgasm instantly. If there is one thing that will always break you it’s when they introduce something new to the sex. Just like Jungkook with his nipples, all it took for you right now, was for Jungkook to breach your hole. 

You shake and tremble, covering his thigh in your orgasm as you feel in goddamn paradise. 

“Holy f-fuck, holy shit, Kook”, you moan, hugging him tightly.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop”, Jungkook begs, holding you through your high as his cock aches for your warmth again. 

You shake two more times and then drop. A little grumble of utter ruin leaves you, your fingers slip from his throat. 

Jungkook slips his fingers out and caresses your buttocks instead. Your pussy throbs on his thigh rhythmically. Like a heartbeat. He knows that these are the aftermaths of your intense high. You are panting like crazy too. 

“A good morning, huh?” he jokes.

“Yeah hah”, you laugh breathily, lifting your head, “fuck.”

Your face is glowing from sweat and the golden light, your eyes are sparkling. Jungkook feels short of breath at the view. This is you. This right here is you. The truest you and he can look at you without wanting to rip you apart. Holy fuck.

He cups your cheeks, running his thumbs over your skin. His tummy flutters when your first reaction to his touch is to lean into him and give him a droopy smile.

“You are so beautiful”, he says.

“You are beautiful too, Kookie.” 

“I want more”, he confesses and tries to tug you closer to his cock, “please don’t let this end yet.”

“I don’t want this to end either”, you say, chasing him. You lift yourself, pressing your warm pussy against his cock as you go in for a kiss.

Jungkook whimpers, closing his strong arms around your lower waist and pressing you against him that way. He has to crane his neck to reach you, but he doesn’t mind. There is nothing better than to look up at you, to lift his head for you. You deserve that. You are his beautiful goddess and all you deserve is to be gazed upon. To be kissed and held and cherished.

You move your hips slowly, grinding your clit against his cock without slipping in. Just warmth, pressure and connection. It’s enough to make Jungkook moan into the kiss. Slow and gently you kiss him, sucking on his tongue because he tastes so good and moans so sweetly. 

You are still incredibly sensitive from your first high. His cock feels like the sweetest torture against your clit. A torture you can’t get enough of and which has you chasing him with eager, needy movements.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, “okay, fuck. You gotta slow down”, he sounds out of breath, his thighs are shaking beneath you.

“Why?” you ask, rutting against him with your arms hooked behind his head and your fingers deep in his hair. 

“I’m gonna cum”, he mewls and moans, tilting his head back and parting his lips. He squeezes your waist, throbbing against your clit. 

“Already?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah?” you giggle, “that’s why you’re close?”

“Yeah”, his eyes tear up, he pulls you closer.

“You’re cute”, you sigh, running your fingers through his hair “so cute”, you whisper, circling your clit right on his frenulum. 

“Oh mhmgng”, he presses out, widening his eyes at you. 

“So cute baby, so cute and so dumb.”

You can watch how his thoughts leave his brain, how utter emptiness fills his mind and how he becomes nothing but yours. You have to giggle and caress his cheeks. You press your pussy closer, resulting in his cock digging into his tummy and for your clit to feel charged in pleasure. 

“So dumb and cute, my little slut”, you coo.

“Please slow”, he begs, spilling tears, “I’m gonna cum, please.”

“Mhm, what a shame”, you say, lifting yourself and dropping back onto his lap. You continue rutting against him, using his thigh instead of his cock. 

“Please”, Jungkook mewls, now whining about being edged. He tries to sit up and chase you, but you take him by his shoulders and position him back against the headboard. He lets it happen with a moan, dropping his head against the window right above it as he is unable to open his eyes. He is so dizzy. You made him your dumb, pretty slut and however hard he tries, he won’t be able to escape until you free him again.

“Comfy?” you ask him again.

“No”, he croaks.

“No?”

“Want your pussy.”

“My pussy, hah”, you chuckle, “didn’t you whine about being too close?”

“I lied.”

“Sure you did”, you chuckle, “you’re being a greedy slut right now, aren’t you?”

Jungkook whimpers, “yeah”, he squeaks, arching into your touch.

“Of course you are. Just fucking look at your cock”, you say, placing your hands on his tummy right next to his cock. The touch is so heavy, leaving him to gasp for air.

“Please”, he begs for your hands, but you ignore him.

“You’re so wet, look at you. All sticky and messy”, you rasp, running your thumbs through his dark pubes. They are soaked in his own cum and your wetness. They feel so soft against your skin, “did you use lube when you fucked me?”

“Yeah. I, I didn’t want you to hurt so, so I used lube.”

“You did, wow”, you click your tongue, “even if you knew that you needed to use lube you didn’t stop, mhm? Is your cock really all that controls you, huh?”

He throbs, leaking new slick. The pretty little pearl runs down along his swollen vein and gathers on the base.

“Of course it is. Look at how wet you get when I talk about it”, you tease and grab him by his base. You slap his cock.

Jungkook cries out and arches off the headboard. His thighs squirm under your pussy, rubbing right against your clit. The sensation feels like fucking paradise.

“So dumb, you’re so dumb”, you taunt, spanking his cock again.

Jungkook bucks his hips up, almost throwing you off his lap because of it. He wails so sweetly, gripping your thighs because all he wants to do is hold you. He expected anything but this. 

He fucked your pussy for quite a while before you woke. It started with him waking up to you being his little spoon and your naked butt pressing right against his bared cock. The mess of last night was still sticking to your bodies, enabling Jungkook to rub his cock against you without any kind of struggle. It wasn’t long until he was hard and just as needy as he was last night. Maybe he was even needier because your words of last night kept repeating in his head.

“I can’t wait to wake up to your cock stuffed in me tomorrow”, you told him last night and ever since then, it has haunted him.

So Jungkook began humping you, trying to get you to wake up, but you were slumbering too deeply. So he tried something else. He tried to suck your nipples again, burying three of his long fingers in your warm pussy and massaging your clit. All it did was make you wetter and sigh in your sleep. So he tried to get rid of his desperation by humping your thigh, but this only made it worse. He tried to grind his cock against your clit next, but that didn’t wake you and made him so horny that he felt like crying. Nothing helped and the ache between Jungkook’s legs became unbearable. So he grabbed some lube, rubbed it all over his fully grown cock and then filled your pussy with his length. You felt like heaven around him and Jungkook began rocking himself into you in the slowest movements he ever made. If he hadn’t, he probably would have lost himself within seconds. The slow movements were nice, Jungkook never felt as close to you as he did when he fucked you this morning. They were nice, but they also kept him on the constant border to climax. 

The one he had before didn’t help. It just made it worse. The ache for you is unbearable. Which meant his cock was this close to bursting right now and your spanks were the last sparks needed to ignite the flame.

“I’m cumming”, he chokes out, fucking the air aggressively.

“No”, you say, squeezing around his base. It tingles where you touch him. Jungkook knows you are preventing his cock from cumming with a little bit of help from your magic.

“No”, he keens, writhing painfully, “please don’t do this to me, please.” It hurts so much. He wants to cum, but he can’t. Oh god, it hurts so much.

“Why not? It’s the least I can do to you for being such a slut”, you taunt him. The pressure around his base stops, instead you press his cock against his tummy and connect your pussy with it. In smooth rolls of your hips, you grind against him, sending his body down a spiral of unbearable pleasure.

“Please slow, please slow, please slow”, he begs.

“I am slow”, you tell him, holding onto his shoulders as you grind against his heavy cock, “I’m barely even moving.”

“It’s too much”, Jungkook mewls and sobs, “I wanna cum.”

“Stop whining.”

“Don’t tease, please”, he begs, bucking his hips up, “oh fuck, that was too much”, he begins whining, pouting as he does. He writhes as he talks, “please don’t go so fast, please Mistress please.”

“Do I have to force you to stop being such a slut, mhm?” you spit and grab his chin, “look at me.”

Jungkook peels his eyes open. The sweetest tears roll down his face and soil your fingers. Your hips still move against him, grinding your swollen clit against his burning cockhead. You are dripping all over him, your pulse is racing in your pussy. Jungkook can feel everything and it makes him want to pass out from how good it feels.

“Do I actually have to use magic on you to get you to stop being so sensitive, huh?”

“Can you do t-that?”

“I can do unspeakable things to you if I wanted to, Kookie.”

“Oh god”, he mewls, presenting his throat to you, “please do whatever you want to me, I-I’m free use.”

“Mhm, so needy”, you taunt, “fine, if you’re asking for it like such a slut”, you say and lean down to kiss his forehead. Jungkook knows that the kiss was magic. Not only because it really comforted him, but also because he felt unbearable pressure building in his stomach once your lips touched his skin. 

He mewls and writhes, fighting the feeling with minimal effort. He wants to cum and yet can’t. The pressure in his tummy is too much and yet he can’t let go. 

“Please”, he begs, “please, oh god please.”

“There we go”, you say, lifting your head. You smooth over his forehead, caressing his cheeks afterwards, “how is that feeling, mhm?”

“A, a lot. There, there is so much pressure in my tummy and, and my legs feel so, so weak”, he stutters. 

“Yeah? That’s the magic, babyboy”, you explain, “is it too much?”

“I don’t know yet”, he says, spilling tears, “please don’t let go.”

“I won’t, baby. Now that I can use your pretty, little cock to get off, I won’t hold back”, you say, moving your hips against his cock. 

Jungkook can feel everything. The magic doesn’t reduce the pleasure you give him, it simply prevents his body from falling over the edge. Your wet pussy grinds right against his swollen cockhead and all he can do is take it and spill tears. 

“How’s that? Is the magic too much?”

“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know”, he sobs, “please don’t ask me that, I don’t know”, he wails, pressing his eyes closed. 

“I’m just asking to make sure you’re not pushing yourself too much. Yeah? You’re such a dumb little slut that sometimes you go too far, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes”, he moans, “it’s not too much. I can’t cum, I don’t know what to do.”

“You don’t have to do anything. You just gotta be a good boy and let me use your cock like you used my pussy. It’s only fair, wouldn’t you say?”

He nods his head vigorously. 

“Good. Now relax”, you say, pushing his head back and speeding up your hips. 

Jungkook returns to his most natural state, moaning and sobbing just for you as his body writhes underneath you. His eyes are squeezed shut, his cheeks flushed and his pretty lips pouted in bliss. He looks so content with the situation. Content, but also utterly ruined. His arms keep tensing, clearly fighting the urge to squeeze you strongly. 

You run your hands to his biceps and squeeze them softly. Tense just how you thought. Your clit throbs against his cock.

“Fuck, I want you so bad”, you moan, giving in to your urges and lifting yourself just so you can sink down on his cock. 

“Ah”, Jungkook gets out, chasing you by sitting up straight. He was so lost in the feeling of your wet clit grinding against his cock that he didn’t even realise that you were taking him back in. 

“Relax”, you whisper, pushing him back down gently. His head does a thun as it hits the window again.

“Holy fuck”, he croaks, “holy fuck please let me cum, please.”

“Not yet”, you say and begin bouncing on him. 

“Ah!” Jungkook moans, arching his back, “ah! ah! ah!” 

He can’t do much more than make noises. There are only a few better things than having you ride him. Jungkook loves fucking you. He loves to control the tempo and movement and how you writhe and moan in reaction. He fucking loves it. But there is something especially heavenly about having you bounce on him. 

To be at your mercy, to take what you give him and to be reduced to a pretty cock to bounce on. Jungkook lives for the feeling of it, begging you to continue in a shaky voice.

“That’s it, holy fuck that’s it”, you moan, pressing yourself closer with one single goal in mind. Cum on his cock. Your naked tits press against his sculpted chest. His body heat mixes with yours, forcing layers of sweat to cover your skins. It’s an addicting sensation. To be so close and warm and sweaty with him as your bodies connect in harsh bounces. It’s addicting.

“I wanna cum”, Jungkook sobs, fighting the spell, “this is torture, it hurts so much.”

“Say the word and I’ll stop, you know you can stop this baby”, you pant, hugging him tighter against you. You need his stomach to grind against your clit. His cock is so deep inside you. You possibly couldn’t take all of him and yet he still feels as if he is going to rearrange your insides. You’re so goddamn addicted to that feeling. 

“Don’t stop”, Jungkook doesn’t say the word. He begs for more. Burying his face in the crook of your neck and going hazy at your scent, he begs for more. He wraps his arms around you, squeezing you desperately.

“I won’t, baby I won’t. You feel so good, you have no idea”, you choke out and moan loudly. You bury your fingers in his damp curls, pulling him closer this way. You need him so bad. Nobody knows just how bad you need him. You weren’t able to be like this with him for years. He would have ripped you apart before that, hurt you, even killed you. You had to hold back, he had to be restrained and muffled, people had to step in between whenever you grew too close. Two lovers forbidden from connecting in the most addicting of ways because otherwise you would have ended up dead. Two lovers now finally alone and able to find each other without the fear of being separated again. Nobody truly understands how much you want him. How much this morning means to you. 

“You feel so good”, you moan, “Kookie, you feel so good.”

“Please don’t stop”, he begs.

You knew that this trip wouldn’t be very productive. That you would spend most of it in your camper van while outside the weather was nice. It would have been a shocking surprise if you didn’t use the newfound freedom exploring each other every waking second. Perhaps this is even why you went on this trip in the first place. To fuck without restraints. Living with the others in your big, spacious castle was nice, but sometimes it feels better to know that you have true privacy. That everyone who can hear your blissful moans was a  stranger, who will never get to know you. 

It’s just you and him in a sea of strangers and that shit makes you want to ride him even harder. 

“I love you”, you pant, “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too. Ah please”, Jungkook mewls, drooling all over your shoulder. His toes curl, his thighs tremble. He can’t let go even if he needs to. Jungkook feels this close to passing out. 

“I’m fucking cumming”, you moan, convulsing on top of him without stopping your movements, “holy fuck, holy fucking fuck Kook. Oh god.”

This is what happens when you get your hands on him. You get so goddamn greedy that you keep fucking yourself stupid while your body shakes uncontrollably. Your clit throbs against his tummy and your pussy convulses around his huge cock and yet you can’t stop. You don’t want to stop. 

“Please”, Jungkook sobs, “please, please I wanna cum, please.”

“Not yet, I’m not done”, you croak, lifting your head to stare at him. His hair is just as messy and wet as yours is. You are fucking so hard that it’s hard not to sweat. It’s hot. He looks so good when his skin glistens. He thinks the same about you, looking up at you with teary eyes and his cock throbbing deep inside you. The connection burns him alive. To share such a messy, private state with you in this golden lit, warm room feels like a dream to him. He tugs on your hips. 

“Please I wanna cum in you”, he begs. 

“And get all sensitive? You’re better off like this.”

“No, I’m not”, he whimpers, giving you puppy eyes.

“Say the word, Kookie. One word and I’ll lift the spell.”

Jungkook sobs, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Kiss me. Please”, he pleads.

“Fuck, Kook. I want you so bad”, you say, squishing his face as you pull him into a kiss. Sloppy tongues and deep moans. You kiss each other as if this was the last moment on earth. 

You sink down on him more. He stretched you well enough that it feels possible now. One more inch. Two more inches. The last inch and your ass connects with his meaty thighs. The impact is audible. Skin slaps against skin, your pussy squelches now that your mixed pleasure gets spread all over his lap. 

Jungkook moans into the kiss. You swallow his sounds and press yourself closer. All he should do is kiss you and give you his big cock. You bounce on him, circling your hips to make sure that not even an inch of you misses out on the ecstatic feeling of being stuffed by him. Jungkook whimpers into the kiss and tugs on your hips again. He wants to both hug you as he loves you like crazy, but he also wants to grip your hips and force them to slow down. He signed a devil’s contract when he allowed you to use magic on him. The pressure in his tummy has become so huge that his legs feel numb. He swears his balls grew twice their size by now, he can’t even comfortably close his legs anymore because it would crush his balls. He begs his body to be stronger than your spell. To cum. To please release him of this pressure. But he can’t. He is at your mercy and it hurts so goddamn wonderfully.

He breaks the kiss just as you break it. He wanted to beg for mercy, but you interrupted him with a high-pitched moan.

“Kookie, this is making me cum”, you confess, rubbing yourself against his abs while his veiny cock was grinding against your g-spot. 

“Don’t stop”, he begs, wanting nothing more than your high, “please don’t stop”, he begs even if his cock feels like bursting. The pressure spreads to his upper tummy as well. Jungkook never tensed his abs as much as he has to right now. But he has to stay strong. You are going to cum and this is more important than finding his own release. 

“Oh god, Kookie, oh god”, you drop your face into the crook of his neck, “oh god baby, holy fuck I’m so filled up with you, oh god now.” 

Your body grows limp and starts shaking. You whimper into his neck, flinching and trembling and convulsing on top of him. You wanted to keep fucking him, but you can’t. This is so much more intense than your first high. Now stuffed with all of his cock and being so close to him, your body is breaking apart under the pleasure. 

“This is so good, please baby please”, Jungkook sobs, chasing your high with harsh thrusts. It shakes you on top of him and makes holding on hard, but it’s a goddamn perfect fucking thing. You are so weak that you can’t move anymore, so having Jungkook take over feels like sweet relief, “it hurts so much, I wanna cum”, Jungkook wails, fangs tickling your skin because of how lost he is. He won’t bite you, but it’s hard to hide his natural state if you fuck him that hard.

“Please cum for me”, you order, lifting the spell with a kiss to his neck. 

Jungkook screams up and breaks. The pressure bursts the second the spell is lifted. Your name is the only thing which he manages to choke out and then all he can do is scream and shake.

“Yes Kookie! Yes! That’s it! Yes!” you encourage him, riding him in sloppy rolls of your hips. Now he is the one who can’t move, while you take over for him.

He cums so hard that your pussy gets too wet and his cock flops out. His creamy seed bursts out of you and covers your ass and his thighs messily. And as you leak uncontrollably, Jungkook keeps cumming, spreading his white pleasure everywhere.

“I can’t stop”, he sobs, “I can’t stop, I can’t stop.”

“That’s my boy, that’s it. Such a good boy”, you praise him, reaching behind yourself to push him back inside.

“___!” Jungkook screams and feels how much harder he cums. It scares him how good it feels. So this is what happens when your magic prevents his body from functioning normally. This is what happens when you finally give him back control. He can’t stop cumming. Jungkook fights the feeling and sobs, burying his face in your shoulder “please make it stop, please.”

“Almost there, baby. Almost there, don’t give up on me”, you talk him through it, bouncing on his throbbing cock to help him ride it out.

“Please make it stop, I can’t stop. Please don’t make me cum- no- again!” he wails, throwing his head back as he cries the hottest tears, “make it s-stop please.”

“Almost there baby, I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so well. I know it’s a lot, but if we stop now you’ll end up with way too much cum still inside you. We have to milk you, yeah?”

“It won’t stop, please I’m s-scared.”

“I’m right here. Almost done, baby. Almost there”, you soothe him, caressing his cheeks as he does the best job of emptying his heavy balls inside you.

"Mistress please make it stop”, he begs.

“I know baby, I know”, you soothe him, pulling his head to you so you can smother his cheeks in kisses, “don’t give up, almost there baby. You’re such a good boy, so good.”

Jungkook wails up one last time. One last time he empties his balls inside you. One last time he dances between the world of the living and the world of the dead. One last time he fights for air and then it finally stops.

His body finally stops spasming, his cock finally stops throbbing and his balls finally feel empty. Every inch of his body gives up. He slacks against the headboard, head rolling to the side and almost slipping off if you hadn’t caught it. You place it on the edge gently, running your fingers through his soaked hair. He is barely breathing, dripping sweat from his face as behind his closed lids, his eyes don’t seem to stop racing.

“Good job, my babyboy”, you praise him, drying the tears from his face.

Jungkook doesn’t respond, he merely lets his head slack into your hand and then gravity drags his torso down resulting in his head getting bent into an uncomfortable position.

“Careful, hey my honey”, you giggle, placing your arms around him so you can pull him against your chest.

Jungkook falls into you like a limp ragdoll, his head bounces against your shoulder, knocking a barely there sound out of him.

“Kookie, are you okay?” you ask him, caressing his back.

He doesn’t move. He can’t move. Almost as if he was paralysed. Oh. Everything falls into place. This is the result of a Ripper high. You actually made him cum so hard that it equaled the intensity of a Ripper high. Jungkook is actually paralysed because you made him cum too fucking hard.

“You’re doing so well, my babyboy”, you praise him, slipping off of his cock to make it easier for him to come back to you.

He whimpers softly.

“Sorry, I know that was a lot”, you say, ignoring the feeling of you leaking his cum. It’s so much and doesn’t want to stop, “but you’re safe with me. I’m right here, babyboy.”

You run your fingers over his back.

“Take your time, Kookie. I’m not going anywhere”, you whisper, hugging him against your chest and running your fingers through his soaked hair. It’s covered in sweat. You feel as hot as he does. You came so goddamn hard right now. You rest your chin on his shoulder and let your head fall against his’, “I’m so done. This was the most intense orgasm ever”, you say and close your eyes, falling into the blissful feeling of recovering with him together. You keep leaking as you do, but you try to ignore it for now.

The first thing Jungkook manages to move are his arms. They fall around your waist and keep you close.

“Hey there”, you whisper.

“Hey”, he croaks.

“That was something, wasn’t it?”

He nods his head, giving you a soft squeeze.

“I’m still leaking”, you say and giggle.

When Jungkook doesn’t laugh with you, you lift your head in worry. He raises his head, looking at you with teary eyes.

“Hey Kookie, are you okay?” you gasp, cupping his cheeks.

“Thank you”, he chokes out, cradling your face between his weak hands, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, my honey”, you say, closing the distance between you and him until your foreheads touch.

“Thank you”, he whispers, “thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You chuckle, kissing the slope of his nose.

“You’re so polite.”

“I’m in your debt.”

You snicker, “no you’re not. You deserved this.”

“I was so scared.”

“I know, but I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you.”

“I know, I was so scared but it felt so good. I, I don’t feel horny anymore.”

“Hah”, you laugh softly, “good to know that this is what it takes for you to stop being needy.”

“Yeah”, he chuckles, “I’m still gonna give you lots of orgasms on this trip.”

“Oh really? Well, that’s good to know”, you tease, ruffling his wet hair, “how about we take a shower first and get something to eat? And then spend more time at the beach? It’s a nice day, we should do something other than just fuck.”

“Why? We haven’t been able to do this for so long. Just you and I. It’s new to us.”

“Yeah, it’s so nice.”

“It’s paradise.”

“It really is.”

“I want to pinch myself, because I keep thinking that it’s not real.”

“It’s real, my sweetie.”

“I can’t believe it. This is real. You're with me and I actually know how to control myself.”

“After just three years of training that is.”

Jungkook smiles, “I can’t believe that this is real.”

“Me neither, but it is. And I’m so proud of you. So fucking proud.”

Jungkook lifts his head and flashes you a bright smile.

“Oh ___”, he says, swooping you off his lap so he could roll in the sheets with you, “I love you so much.”

“Careful Kookie, I’m leaking”, you laugh, trying your hardest to close your legs.

“Sorry, god”, he laughs, pressing his knee against your pussy “I don’t know what happened. It was so much cum.”

“Yeah it was. That’s so hot”, you say and give him a fond grin.

Jungkook retorts it, caressing your butt.

“You even tensed up at the end, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I honestly felt like I wouldn’t come back. How the fuck did you give me a Ripper high without blood?”

You snicker, “witchy talent.”

“You’re seriously so hot. Thank fuck you discovered your powers.” 

“Yeah, seriously”, you agree and snicker, “you think that Yoongi would be down to get this done to him?”

Jungkook’s eyes light up.

“He’ll pretend that he isn’t but yeah a hundred percent. I think he’d marry you on the spot if you gave him a Ripper high without the blood.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, hell yeah. Fuck, I wanna marry you on the spot for doing that to me. Like oh my god, be my wife please”, Jungkook says, making you laugh. 

“Mhm, fine”, you giggle, “we can all be married”, you joke, snickering happily. 

Jungkook laughs with you, running his hand up and down your leg. 

“Deal.”

“Mhm, best deal.”

“Yeah”, he smiles, “hey, do you want to wash each other?” he suggests, “I promise I won’t get horny again, I just want to be close to you.”

“Do you think that the shower is going fit us both?”

“I don’t know, we could try.”

“We could. I would love to take a shower with you, sweets”, you tell him, “and if it won’t fit, we could run down to the beach and jump into the water.”

“Yeah totally”, he giggles.

You will share a lovely day with him. It will be filled with yummy food, intimate conversations, sweet kisses and way too much fun at the beach. And later that night he makes good on his promises and you share yet another blissful moment with each other.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

Another Story

A supernatural au with brothers Kim Seokjin and Kim Jungkook

au: I’m sorry that I keep writing new stories. I have a problem

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“Bitch”

“Jerk”

Seokjin and Jungkook just turned their heads slightly towards each other and had little smiles on their faces showing affection to their curse words.

“So, where to next huh? Any new cases that you happened to stumble upon.” Seokjin said as he leaned down to the passenger side window to look at his younger brother Jungkook who was usually the one always looking for anything that speaked- um actually SCREAMED monsters.

“Well there seems to be an unusual amount of ‘coyote’ attacks in California, and usually those cases end up being werewolves.” Jungkook replied quietly almost like he was mostly talking to himself and not noticing that Seokjin was next to him and was able to hear his words.

Seokjin clapped the hood of the impala causing a loud bang to echo through the car, causing Jungkook to jump slightly in his seat being snapped out of his daze. Seokjin just smirked and walked away towards the gas pump. Jungkook just mumbled to himself going back to looking at maps and newspapers.

After Seokjin put the gas pump back he came back into the car ready to start their journey to California for werewolves. Seokjin was just blasting his classic music, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel feeling the beat, while Jungkook picked up his head slowly with a slightly questioning look to his soft features.

“Have you heard from (Y/n) in a while?” Jungkook asked with worry hidden in his tone.

“No, haven't I heard from her in probably a month? But she knows how to handle herself, she is an angel after all Googie.” Seokjin responded with a nice smile pulling his plush lips upwards.

Somewhere in the middle of Kansas 

All you remember was stopping at a phone booth trying to call Seokjin and Jungkook, then following a lead for demons; hoping that you would stumble upon Taehyung with you needing to have a conversation with him. Then the next, blacking out.

You were slowly starting to come too, your eyes fluttering trying to open again with black dots clouding your vision and a huge headache coming along with you causing you to wince. Slowly bringing your head up to look at your surroundings to try and make sense of your situation, deciding what is a good option on trying to escape.

You were in some room, looked like an abandoned living room of some house. The walls were barely keeping up, a couple of windows were shattered allowing for the breeze to come through with a howling coming along, there were torn curtains along with some burned to the top. There was a dining table with four chairs, one for each side. Then there was a small tv, a tattered couch, a spring with some cushioning showing. There was trash everywhere on the floor, and there was a bunch of graffiti showing that teenagers were here every now and then being their reckless selfs. You just scoffed and gagged in your mouth.

Rolling your eyes, you looked down to see yourself tied to a simple wooden chair with duct tape.

‘Are they really this stupid?’ you thought to yourself.

“Ah, I see you are awake now. How was your slumber?” Your mystery person asked.

You snapped your head up at the sound of their voice, it sounded kinda familiar. Making eye contact with the person you can’t help, but gasp.

“Taehyung! What is this? You couldn’t just have been a bit more civil!” You scoffed out.

Taehyung just laughed lowly to himself, clasping his hands behind his back and seductively licking his lips. You just gulped down saliva.

Taehyung walked slowly to your seated self, walking around you like you were some prey and he was the predator, he was wrong though you were both predators.

Taehyung was dressed in a black suit (typical for hells “dress code”). It fitted his body nicely showing off his well fit body, well the person’s body who he stole it from. He had some nice biceps, a tiny waist coming down into a nice looking butt (which you weren’t looking at), he had some nice thick thighs. His feet were covered in classy men’s dress shoes. His hands had veins visible, and his fingers were slender covered in rings. His face was so handsome, that you don’t even know if you can describe his features.

Taehyung stopped in front of you after he circled you twice. His eyes just ran up and down your body, causing a slight shiver. You saw him smirk at your action so you just stared into his eyes, showing you won’t yield to him. He decided to be the first to talk.

“So, how are your little friends?” Taehyung asked in his deep voice.

You just squint your eyes at his, wondering what he wants from you. You actually have a question for him.

“They are doing fine, I’ve kept them safe from you.” you smirked.

Taehyung just rolled his eyes and signed. You just kept your eyes on him wondering what his next step is going to be.

“So your friends don’t know what's coming then?” 

“What do you mean ‘what's coming’?” you just raised your brows in question.

Taehyung lifted his head, causing his eyes to look down at you making it seem like he was superior to you. He stepped closer to you, towering over your sitting figure. His slender fingers brushed against your cheeks softly, throwing you off guard. Taehyung laughed to himself, cocking his head slightly to the left.

“Aren’t you a beautiful little thing. A beautiful, delicate girl on the outside, but on the inside you are a powerful angel from heaven able to kill anyone who gets in your way. Yet when you are given any type of physical affection it throws you off, causing your wall to crumble just a tiny bit.  You probably need to work on that, maybe get one of your boys to help you.” Taehyung laughed in your face. 

“You leave those boys allowed. I’ll kill you if you even touch one hair on their heads.” You sneared.

Taehyung stepped back smirking to himself. You just wanted to smack him so hard in the face, he won’t be able to feel anything for a few hours.

“Well, knowing how you feel about those boys, maybe I should just send some minions after them. See if they can cause any damage to their pretty faces. We’ll see what you’ll do after.”

With that Taehyung just backed further away from you and disappeared.

Muir Woods National Monument: San Francisco, CA

 “Well it doesn’t seem like there is a whole lot of ‘coyote’ active as the newspaper advertised.” Seokjin just mumbled to himself after he and Jungkook left the rangers office to try and see what they were working with, it looked like not a whole lot.

“Well maybe we should go ask the person who was attacked, they did end up in the hospital so they could have gotten some cuts if it was an actual werewolf.” Jungkook tried to reason as they got to the impala and hopped in to drive to the hospital.

They got to the hospital and went to go see the patient to try and get an understanding of their injuries. When they saw them they looked scared, but not like a werewolf had done it.

“Hello sir, we are national rangers over at Muir Woods monument and just wanted to ask you some questions about your incident in our parks.” Seokjin told the victim as he and Jungkook showed some type of ids to the person. They just nodded their heads and answered their questions.

“I was camping and decided to go for a little hike. As I was walking I saw something in the distance, and I didn’t want to find out what it was because you know horror movie people always make the dumb decisions. Well as I was walking back someone just suddenly popped up in front of me out of nowhere! Then they just grabbed me and started to claw at my body. I was screaming as loud as I could hoping that someone would be able to hear me, a ranger or just a random passerby, then when they threw onto the ground after they were done they did the weirdest thing. They grabbed my phone and called 911 then hung up and then when they threw my phone on the ground they crouched down beside my head and leaned down toward my ear. They whispered like they were telling me a secret.”

“Well what did they say?” Jungkook asked puzzled.

“They said, ‘tell the Kim’s that I have their little angel and to call them for information’.” The victim ended their retelling of their attack. 

Jungkook just looked at Seokjin and saw that he shared the same look of worry on his face as he was sure that Jungkook had on his.

“Thank you sir, that will be all. We hope for a fast recovery.” Seokjin said cooly and bowed to the person showing their respects. Jungkook followed Seokjin and bowed as well, leaving the room.

Seokjin and Jungkook just walked through the corridors of the hospital in silence deciding what their next move should be. Their steps slowed when they got to the impala, just stopping at their doors, tapping the roof with their knuckles and fingers nails. 

“Okay, so who do we call then?”

“Ghostbusters, Jungkook thats who.” Seokjin replied with little sarcasm in his tone.

Jungkook just threw is hands up into the air while rolling his eyes away from his brother.

“Some random monster has (Y/n), can you try and take this a bit more serious Hyung!” Jungkook yelled to his brother, causing Seokjin to raise his eyebrows at his younger.

“Jungkook of course I’m taking this serious. You know I care about (Y/n) too, but you obviously care for her for a different reason.” Seokjin spoke slowly as he was putting the information together in his head.

Jungkook just kept his head turned towards the floor of the hospital parking lot running his hands through his hair. Seokjin just laughed quietly to himself, turning his head up towards the sky remembering something you said to them in the past-

“If you ever need me and you haven’t seen me in a while, just pray to me. I’ll get your message.” you said to the boys with a smile on your lips and then you just- left.

Seokjin decided to give it a try even if he wouldn’t be able to get any response from you, but he just wanted to make sure you knew that they were okay and they were going to find you.

[yanderebts-brothel]

Yandere Jungkook Profile

3/10

Personality:

he seems pretty chill and laid back about a lot of things

has never been in a relationship so he’s really excited and kinda confused on how to act when he learns you’re into him

he has said he feels more of an introvert and that is true. he doesn't like to go out too often, he enjoys being inside with you and keeping you to himself. why would you need anyone else when you're with him? you are his everything so he should be yours.

isn’t too possessive. you have friends and he has friends: he trusts you. he does make it a necessity to get to know all of the people you hang out with though. it’s really only when you’re alone together that he demands all of your attention

NEEDS to be seen as a man by you and your family/friends, he needs you and everyone else to know that no one can take better care of you than him. he’ll tease you by putting things on high shelves and tightening jars. he needs to be needed and he’ll go the extra mile to make it impossible for you to live without him.

do NOT call him baby, baby boy, etc. he doesn’t like it. it makes him feel little even though he totally acts like one all the time.

he’s very competitive with your male friends (part of being manly). he wants you to praise him and tell him he’s your hero. not exactly competitive with you; he doesn’t like feeling as though you’re going up against him. in his eyes, you are partners

is actually very calm and acts like a normal boyfriend until you’ve done something to piss him off i.e. disobey him, lie or keep things from him, or most importantly: act like a brat. he HATES it. when you talk back to him, snap at him, or make it seem like you don’t need him, he breaks. he’ll punish you and try to put you back in your place. he just needs you to understand that you need him and you can’t speak to him like that.

all in all, he genuinely loves you a lot and wants to spend his life protecting and taking care of you, so don’t fight with him because he is determined to do it.

Tendencies:

he’s really sensitive to smells and he loves yours. he buys your perfume for himself and sprays it on everything he owns. he bathes with your body wash. he keeps a few of your shirts with him when he’s away to comfort him.

even though he loves your scent, he feels the need to make you smell like him. he makes you wear his clothes and sweatshirts constantly and sprays his cologne on your pillows. 

loves skinship; he needs to feel you on his bare skin. he’ll sleep with his shirt off and demand you do the same even if it’s freezing. “We can keep each other warm.”

doesn’t show a lot of pda, but isn’t afraid to hold you close to him around the boys and your family. loves having you in his arms to show his hyungs he’s not a baby boy anymore. 

speaking of cuddles, googie loves it. he prefers to sleep on his back with his arm under you, your leg thrown over him and your face in his neck. when he’s sad or had an off day, he sleeps on top of you with his legs on each side of your waist and his head smooshed into your chest. also demands that you play with his hair until he passes out.

you know how he spaces out all the time and looks like he’s seen a ghost? that’s how he looks when he feels threatened by someone he thinks is looking to take you away from him. either that or the classic tongue-in-cheek jeonlous face. 

he has a habit of harassing you when he knows something is bothering you. he doesn’t know when to leave it alone because you're the only person he’s ever loved in this way. he thinks you should be telling him everything and he has a right to know, so he’s not aware of when he should drop it and give you space.

Kinks:

strength. Duh. Would fuck you up against a wall for hours just to show you that he can. He's a gym junkie so anytime he gets to show off his strength, god knows he will.

thigh riding. come on now. loves the fact that he doesn’t have to do anything to make you lose yourself. also makes him feel manly because it’s his muscles. it really gets him going to watch you grind on him

spanking. jeon jeongguk loves ass and you can’t tell me otherwise. always smacking you as you walk by and grabbing you. pats your bottom when you cuddle. he loves making you sit on his lap. sometimes he’ll swat at you as a warning if he feels you’re getting a little mouthy. literally always touching your ass.

oh my god cockwarming. you two spend a lot of time alone and he loves to be connected to you. he wants to feel you around him when you're sitting/laying together even if it doesn’t go anywhere. loves when you're so close to him.

hickies everywhere all the time, he will cover you with them. loves seeing them on your body and teasing you when you whine about having to cover them up. hates when you succeed. seriously though, it doesn’t even have to be sexual; he’ll just be sitting with you, watching a movie and he’ll notice your collar bone sticking out from your shirt and will immediately attach his lips to your neck, just licking and sucking and teething at the skin to create that beautiful purple-red he loves so much. 

Punishment:

Things that get you in trouble: acting like a brat, talking back to him, ignoring him in person or just not answering calls and texts, lying to him or keeping things from him

he isn't one for violence or humiliation, he doesn’t want to hurt you/your feelings or make it seem to others like there is a problem in your relationship.

Typically, he’ll scold you harshly or pull you over his lap and spank you until your pleading with him to forgive you

when it’s sexual, girl. he will fuck the brat right out of you

That boy will give you the look

“You think you can speak to me like that? Huh? You think I’m going to let you act like this?” 

Will throw you on the bed and eat you out for hours, not a fan of teasing, he’d rather just make you cum over and over again until your seeing stars. literally will not stop because he’d rather you not be able to speak at all then talk to him like that. 

When he’s done he’ll ask you “Are you done?” “Now, what is it you were saying?”

If you're in public when said action happens, he won’t pay attention to you or speak to you until he can get you alone and ravish you. he’ll just raise a brow at you and clench his jaw or chuckle which just says “you fucked up”

Pet Names: 

babes, quick and cute.

bunny, a mutual nickname. he’s very fond of this one and feels like it suits your relationship. 

pretty / pretty girl, this one is an obvious statement and he just likes to let you know.

baby girl, pretty rarely; only when he wants to make you blush or when you’ve pissed him off and you’re about to get it.

[leslietwopointoh]

✌👋🎀🍓☀

Muse talking about the mun @strxngerthanyouthink

✌ Is there anything you dislike about the mun? “Is there anything that I like about them?” Leslie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Let’s see,” the fingers of one had twirled as she considered the question, “they have no interest in creating their own power,” she raised a finger for each new point, “they’re people-pleasing, weak, boring. You’d have thought that even with them feeling the need to follow the rules, they could have found something more interesting to do with the last few months than to gush over the freakin’ Girl Wonder.”

👋 Do you and the mun agree on something? “They do, at least, have the good sense to know that I never should have died. If I was anyone else, I might have said that I was surprised that they were glad to have me around but let’s face it, the world could do with a bit of a jolt just now.” “So, that, and their penchant for torturing the good citizens of National City. Perhaps they’re not quite as boring as they first appear...”

🎀  What does the mun have for a music taste? Do you like it? “Variable. This morning’s choice hasn’t been horrendous but fuck me if there aren’t days when I’d give up my right arm to have the Banshee back. I’d rather she make my ears bleed again that have to listen to Hanson one more time; those long-haired rednecks should have stayed in their trashcan of 90′s one-hit-wonder rejects.”

🍓 What is something you and the mun disagree on? “Apparently, what I’m deserving of. They haven’t quite come to appreciate me for what I really am, yet; a god. They’re still lost on the googy-goody gumdrops train of celebrating the red and blue wonders, like the rest of the fucking sheep in the world.”

☀ Does the mun listen to you while writing or not? “Oh,” Leslie’s lips twisted into a callously smug expression, “that they don’t have any choice in. I’m pretty good at expressing myself, and they basically have a limp noodle for a backbone.”

[namjoonchronicles]

Hi... how are u? Hope you’re doing good. I’ve been feeling empty lately. Lot of assignments and things. Btw I’m sad that googie cut his hair but he looks good no matter what. Miss talking with u. 💜 I hope you are having a good day. Wishing something good happens💪 and the scissors that you just wrote, it was🥵phew. THANK YOU PRETTY!

We’re all coping with the aftermath of those lovely locks. I’m ignoring most of the dating rumors, I’ve been busy and aren’t able to catch all as it happens. Miss talking to you too. I try to write more and produce more stories, but I’m not doing great right now.

Hope we can talk more soon! Love you!