#jungkook prompt

[runariya]

Third Time's A Curse (JJK)

summary: Caught in Jungkook's dangerous game, you can't seem to escape from. diced prompt: "The first time it was an annoyance, the second time it was aggravating. After the third time, it was just bad luck in general." pairing: mafia!Jungkook x mafia!female reader genre: mafia!AU, S2L?, angst, yandere-ish rating: 16+ warnings: foul language, stalker-ish behaviour, mafia-stuff (non descriptive), threats, obsession, pls lmk if I forgot smth word count: ~ 2.4k

a/n: part of the "dice with destiny" project by @thebtswritersclub and @creativepromptsforwriting

a/n 2: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

The first time it was an annoyance, the second time it was aggravating. After the third time, it was just bad luck in general.

You don’t usually tempt fate. You know better. You’ve always known better, especially given the world you’ve found yourself in—a world where everything has a price, and the stakes are higher than you ever could have imagined. But even you couldn’t have predicted that Jeon Jungkook, of all people, would be the one to push you towards the edge, three times in a row.

The first time was an annoying accident. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

You had been at the warehouse, late at night, running an errand you shouldn’t have been running. A simple exchange, nothing more. Just like the dozens of other times you’d slipped through the shadows and done what needed to be done. But that night, something was off. You felt it the second you stepped inside. The air was too still, too thick with something unspoken. 

You turned a corner into the main storage room, and there he was—Jungkook, leaning against a stack of crates with his hands shoved into his pockets, his head tilted slightly, hair falling effortlessly into his eyes, as he stared at you. He wasn’t supposed to be there. In fact, you had gone out of your way to make sure you wouldn’t cross paths with him again. Jungkook was too tied up in things you didn’t want to get involved in. Dangerous things. The kind of things where whispered threats carried the weight of death, and power was taken with blood-stained hands. Things built on fear, control, and an unspoken code of violence that made walking away impossible.

“Wrong place, wrong time?” he asked, his voice low, edged with a dangerous kind of humour.

You wanted to turn around and leave right then. But you didn’t. You stood your ground, straightened your back, and met his gaze head-on.

“Maybe for you,” you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady despite your nerves flaring. “I’m just passing through.”

He laughed at that, a short, quiet laugh that crawled at you like thousand insects. He didn’t say anything else, just watched you with those dark eyes that always seemed to see too much, like he knew exactly why you were there, even if you hadn’t said a word. You left quickly, barely able to shake off the way his presence seemed to cling to you long after you’d walked away.

That was supposed to be the end of it. Just a minor annoyance. A one-time encounter.

But you were wrong.

The second time you see Jungkook, it’s more than just an inconvenience. It’s aggravating—dangerously so. It’s not an accident this time. You’re certain of that.

You’re walking down an alleyway, late at night. You know this alley—its twists and turns, the way the shadows shift with the glow of the dim streetlights. It’s always been a quiet, easy route for you to take when you need to slip out of sight. But tonight, the alley isn’t empty.

You spot him halfway down, standing with his back to you, speaking in hushed tones with another man whose face you can’t quite make out. There’s something about the way Jungkook holds himself, something tense and coiled, like a spring waiting to snap any minute. You feel it before you hear it—the undercurrent of malice that always seems to follow him.

You try to turn back, to slip away before they notice you, but it’s too late. Jungkook’s head turns slightly, just enough for his eyes to catch yours. There’s no surprise in his expression, no shock at seeing you here again. Instead, he looks amused. Almost as if he’d been expecting you.

“What’s this?” he calls out, his voice cutting through the stillness. “You following me now?”

You grit your teeth, taking a few careful steps back, but it’s no use. Jungkook waves off the man he was speaking to, and in a matter of seconds, he’s standing in front of you, blocking your path with that infuriating smirk plastered across his face.

“I’m not following you,” you say sharply, keeping your tone level, knowing better than to overstepping your confidence when it comes to him. “Just trying to avoid trouble.”

“Is that so?” He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Seems like trouble has a way of finding you, doesn’t it?”

You can feel your patience slipping, frustration bubbling up inside you. You didn’t ask for this, didn’t ask for him to be a part of your life, and yet here he is again, standing too close, making you feel things you’d rather not feel for someone of his calibre. 

“Maybe,” you say, your voice cold. “But you’re the last kind of trouble I need.”

Jungkook watches you for a moment, his gaze steady, unwavering as if calculating his next words. And then, just when you think he’s going to say something else—something that will push you even further past your breaking point—he steps back. He smiles, but it’s not a smile of amusement anymore. It’s something darker, something more sinister.

“See you around,” he quips, his voice soft but laced with an edge you can’t quite place and don’t dare to. 

And with that, he turns and walks away, disappearing into the night as if he was never there to begin with.

You’re left standing in the alley, your heart pounding out of your throat as white noise clogs your ears, a mixture of anger and something you can’t quite name swirling in the pit of your stomach making you feel sick. You want to scream. You want to curse him for dragging you into whatever twisted game he’s playing. But most of all, you want to pretend that he doesn’t get under your skin the way he does.

You tell yourself it won’t happen again. You simply won’t let it.

But, of course, it does. 

The third time, it’s more than just bad luck. It’s something worse. Something that feels like fate has it out for you. Like you’ve been caught in a trap you can’t escape from.

You’re at a meeting this time, deep in the heart of the city, in a dimly lit room filled with smoke and tension. The kind of meeting where no one speaks too loudly, where everyone watches each other carefully, trying to decipher who might have the upper hand, the better set of cards or just a blind spot. You’re there for a simple exchange of information—nothing more, nothing less. But the second you step inside, you feel it again. That familiar prickle on the back of your neck. The sense that something isn’t right.

And then you see him.

Jungkook is standing on the other side of the room, talking to one of the men you’ve been dealing with for weeks now. His posture is relaxed, almost casual, but there’s something in his eyes—something sharp and menacing. You want to turn around and leave, say fuck it all, but before you can, he spots you. And this time, there’s no smirk. No amusement. Just a steady, unwavering gaze that makes you want to puke or vanish into thin air. 

The reality of it all sinks in, you can’t avoid him. Not here. Not now. So, you take a deep breath, steel yourself, and approach as confident and unbothered you can. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just watches you as you make your way across the room. When you finally reach him, the tension hisses between you, heavy like the lingering haze of smoke that clings to every breath you take. 

“You’re everywhere these days,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, trying to ignore the way your heart races in your chest.

“So are you,” he replies, his tone soft but laced with something ominous. “Funny how that works.”

You clench your jaw, refusing to let him get under your skin again. But it’s hard. It’s so damn hard. There’s something about Jungkook—something about the way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he looks at you—that makes it impossible to stay detached. And it terrifies you. Because you know that being involved with him, being anywhere near him, is more dangerous than you’re willing to be.

“I’m not playing whatever game this is,” you say as bored as possible, your voice low to not draw attention. “So, if you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, leave me the hell alone.”

For a moment, Jungkook doesn’t respond. He just looks at you, his gaze piercing, his expression unreadable. And then, slowly, he steps closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur that only you can hear.

“You’re already playing,” Jungkook murmurs, his voice a low, velvet whisper that wraps around you like a silken noose. “Whether you like it or not.”

The words creep under your skin, sending an icy shiver down your body as if miles under water. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure, to keep your footing in the face of the hurricane that is him. But it’s impossible to ignore the way his presence pulls at you, makes the ground beneath your feet feel unsteady, like you’re caught in the middle of something dark and twisted—and yet, part of you doesn’t want to escape.

You tell yourself to walk away, to end this dangerous dance once and for all, that it’s not worth it. But before you can move, his hand brushes against yours, a touch so fleeting, so delicate, it feels like a whisper of a promise you longed for. Yet it burns into you, searing itself into your skin, into your mind. You almost miss it. Almost. But your body betrays you; every nerve is suddenly on edge, electric, alive in a way you can’t ignore.

“You’ve got a target on your back,” he says softly, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “And you don’t even know it.”

Your airways constrict violently, your pulse hammering in your throat as your heart betrays the lie you’re trying to tell yourself—that you can handle this, that you can handle him. “What are you talking about?” you manage to choke out, your voice barely audible, shaky.

Jungkook’s eyes darken as he glances around the room, his expression hardening into something lethal, something that terrifies and thrills you all at once. There’s no smirk now, no playfulness. Only the sharp, cold edge of reality that you’ve been too blind—or too foolish—to see.

“There are people watching you,” he muses, his voice dropping lower, each word dripping with intensity, with something that feels far too close to possessiveness. “People who think you know too much. People who would love nothing more than to kill you.” He pauses, his gaze flicking back to yours, and you see something shift in his eyes—something twisted, something that blurs the line between warning and a disturbing form of protectiveness. “And they won’t hesitate to take you out if you get in their way.”

The weight of his words presses down on you, your mind spinning until you can’t see straight, trying to grasp the reality of what he’s saying. You’ve always known that stepping into this world came with risks, but this feels different. This feels too close. Too intimate. Too personal.

“Why are you telling me this?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. The question slips out before you can stop it, and the vulnerability in your tone is unmistakable. You hate it. But at the same time, you can’t tear your eyes away from him, can’t ignore the strange pull between you, like you’re two opposing forces caught in the same orbit, destined to collide.

Jungkook holds your gaze for a long moment, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to decide whether to reveal something deeper, something he’s kept hidden behind those carefully crafted walls. And for the first time, you see it—something raw and unguarded lurking beneath his hardened exterior. Concern? No, not concern exactly. It’s something more stronger than that. Something like obsession.

“Because,” he finally says, his voice softening, losing some of its edge. He steps closer, so close now that you can feel the heat radiating off him, his presence overwhelming, intoxicating. “You don’t deserve to go down like that.” His hand lingers near yours again, his touch featherlight but deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey. “Not like this.”

You think your heart stops as your lungs don’t know how to function properly, don’t know what to say. Don’t know what to think. All you know is that in this moment, standing here in this suffocating room, with Jungkook’s eyes burning into you and his words curling around your mind like smoke, something shifts inside you. Something changes. It’s as if the game you’ve been trying so desperately to avoid has finally caught you, and you don’t even know if you want to escape anymore.

Because as dangerous as Jungkook is, as unpredictable and chaotic as he makes your world, there’s something else, too. Something magnetic. The way he looks at you—like he’s trying to unravel you, piece by piece. Why he chose you, you can't seem to fathom. But you're sure it's not just bad luck in general, and that you're not just another pawn in his game, but something more. Something that belongs to him, whether you like it or not.

And deep down, despite all the warning signs flashing in your mind, despite the voice screaming at you to run, you can’t help but wonder if you’re already too far gone. If this isn’t just some cruel twist of fate. If it’s something that always was meant to be. Something inevitable.

Because the first time, it was an annoyance. The second time, it was aggravating.

But now? Now it feels like you’ve crossed a line you can never uncross. A line that binds you to him, to this twisted game, in ways you never wanted but can’t seem to resist.

And as you stand there, caught in Jungkook’s orbit, you know one thing for certain: whatever this is between you—it isn’t over. And you’re not sure if you even want to fight this curse anymore.

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[kooklovrs]

Omg plz do a imagine on the prompt:  "Yes...just like this...you are doing good."

Sure! Your wish is my command ;) By the way! this is an unpublished part of my book from inkitt....please don't steal.

Warn: mature content

Jungkook couldn't help it anymore. Your figure running innocently around the house, half naked and with only your underwear on, was driving him crazy.

The sight of your perked up butt and round breasts was something he couldn't hold back any longer with.

He felt a slight excitement growing in his chest, rushing through his veins, that was rapidly concentrating in his lower area, which caused him to get a rather big boner, that wasn't actually that visible due to the dim light in the room.

"Babe, come here." Your body turned around in an instant, and you gently smiled at him, though, he had the opposite intentions. "Sit in my lap, darling." Jungkook commanded, and you did as told, but something caught you off guard the moment you sat.

Is that the remote control?

His robust hands went to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, just as his head tilted to the side and he was staring hungrily at your chest. "Darling, I don't think my body can hold back if you keep going like this in front of me." He whispered sweetly, but seductively whilst the corners of his lips upturned.

You knew what this meant, and you finally understood what was growing hard underneath you. Your innocent gaze wasn't there anymore, but despite that, you kept your doe eyes.

You knew the false innocent look turned him on.

"How about I feed you dinner?" His hands roamed around my waist, going up along his eyes. He couldn't help but cup my soft breasts. His boner was just growing larger, and it hit somewhere pleasant, that a high-pitched moan escaped your plump lips.

You slowly nod, pouting your lips slightly before you knelt in front of him.

You slender fingers gripped the hem of his sweatpants, and you pulled them down with ease, along his calvin klein boxers. You had to admit, you were shocked at the sight of his bare dick. It was just so big.

The tip of your tongue touched his tip, and just at the vision of you, knelt before him, about to suck him dry, was able to make him let out a groan of despair. So you just went with it, no hesitance.

Your tongue licked the pre-cum on his tip, before you went more down on him, your mouth was able to take half of his member, and you had to see if you could reach the base.

You bobbed your hands, along your head up and down, each time going deeper in him, till the point your mouth was able to touch the base. A few tears escaped the corners of my eyes, and I wasn't able to take him in without a couple gags. But with him, wiping my tears off and pushing my head down, it was helping a tad bit more.

He loved seeing you from this perspective. His hand tightly gripping your hair just made him shiver in such an incredible way. It gave him goosebumps. He liked the sense of dominance.

"Yes....just like this....you are doing good." He moaned out, his head thrown back in pleasure as he kept being enchanted your skillful movements on his cock.

Your hums, your low moans, they all sent vibrations to his dick, and it only made him get closer than the second before.

"Babe....I'm close." He bite his lower lip, accidentally peeling some lip skin off, and his grip on your hair only tightened even more.

It twitched inside your mouth, and you could only smirk at that. He really was getting close.

"Fuck!" His lips let out a whisper-yelled curse, and he thrusted in your mouth, meaning his high was just around the corner. "I'll release, okay? I want you to swallow everything." His stutters came out as sweet, but you knew that if he was in his right mind, those words would've been thrown out coldly.

And just as he said, you could feel a thicc liquid fill your mouth, and you swallowed the salty taste, looking at him in the eyes. At that, he grinned tenderly and pulled his sweatpants back up.

"Nice job, darling." He kissed your forehead gently and went to the kitchen to prepare himself a tea.

[kimtaegis]

heartthrob cr. namuspromised (old version)

[multifandom-disaster]

Namjoon, pointing to an alien: What's that!? Taehyung: An alien Jungkook: It said 'bring me to your leader' Namjoon, panicking: AND YOU BROUGHT IT TO ME?!

[explicit-tae]

Kinktober 2024 | Sentence Prompts

Each part will have it's own warnings, but smut, degradation, public sex, dirty talk and more!

“How long do we have?” | Jin 10.12 “Car sex looks so much easier in the movies." | Yoongi 10.14 “You're so cute when you're all tied up and needy..." | Hoseok 10.16 “I think you deserve a treat.” | Jimin 10.18 “I want you to fill me.” | Jungkook 10.21

[wondersinwaynemanor]

my hc for TikTok with the Wayne kids

it's Steph who starts learning a viral TikTok dance. she may not be as graceful as Cass or Duke, but she's a fast learner. besides, watching and admiring Cass plenty of times has helped her.

Duke hears Steph murmuring the dance steps when she goes to her lockers to change for night patrol. Steph decides that she's learning this with Duke when they lock eyes. Duke doesn't get to say no because he sees how enthusiastic Steph is and he's happy to learn it with her.

Cass comes home in a few days after a Birds of Prey mission. she sees Steph and Duke practicing in her dance studio at the Manor. she's heard of this song before. she startles both of them when she walks in on them. she gives a peace sign to the camera where it's recording on a chair that Steph has placed in front of them at a good distance. Steph doesn't have to think because obviously Cass will be part of the dance now. Cass studies the dance steps in less than an hour and she becomes the teacher for the two of them.

big brother Dick happens to just know everything. not really. but when it comes to his younger siblings, he wants to know. so when he hears his younger siblings sing this famous TikTok song during breakfast, he sings along. Steph decides Dick is going to be a part of it now. maybe with him in the video, it will get them to million views. but goodness me, someone as flexible as Dick Grayson, he gets a little awkward when he dances. it's his charm that assists him.

whatever. Jason isn't going to be part of this TikTok dance. please, don't disturb him when he just wants to read his precious novels. when he enters the library of the Manor and sees his siblings practicing the dance, he's horrified and cusses them out, "What the fuck???? This is a place for peace and dreams. Not for fucking modern, teenage, bull-" Dick shushes him. Steph says the library has the best lighting for the video, but Jason knows otherwise. this is their way to invite him. he flips them off and leaves with five books on his hand.

Tim doesn't really know how's he's got the time to do this. i mean he really tried to learn the steps, but his legs just happen to tangle themselves and he constantly lands on the floor. thankfully, being CEO of WE and being Red Robin didn't require him to be a dancer. he's happy to be behind the lenses of the camera, capturing sibling moments to frame and hang on the walls of the Manor.

well, Damian's older siblings are really, really just proud of him. he's not the best dancer, that's all Cass and then Duke. but he must admit it that he's not bad or awful. and of course, he's not into TikTok (that's for juveniles, he says). even though he has this scowl on his face when he dances because all he hears is cutecutecute. he's just participating because Richard told him, "I'll help you convince B in getting you another pet dragon."

the video gets millions of views, as expected with the Wayne kids. Jason even made it to the video, but all he did was advertise the book he was reading after his siblings danced. (little did they know, Jason was learning the steps in his safehouse)).

[bethevilllain]

"If you touch him, I'll kill all of you. I have nothing left to lose. Go ahead, try me."

[setsuuestsu]

14. "Bless you."

Word Count: 106

Sickie: Jungkook

“Bless you.”

Jungkook looks up from the wad of tissues covering the lower half of his face. “Thanks, hyung. But you don’t have to, since I’m probably not stopping any time soon.

As if to prove his point, he lets out another sneeze.

“Bless you.”

Jungkook sighs. “Hobi-hyung, don’t you ever get tired of ble-hh-hh … ugh,”

The urge to sneeze only grows stronger and he holds the wad of tissues to his nose once more. Out of his peripheral vision, he sees Hoseok open his mouth to bless him again.

“Hobi hyung.” Jungkook whines, giving his nose a rub.

The elder only grins. “Bless you.”

[hrts4chaee]

AFTER DARK☁️ min yoongi.

pair. yoongi x reader genre. smut, romance warnings.unprotected sex, mention of safe word, yoongi has big...heh, yoongi is whipped, rough yoongi, word count. 2.5+ summary. He didn't need love. At least, that's what he told himself before he met her.

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It was like a bliss.

The electricity I felt when our hands made small contact, as if the world was collapsing, as if two worlds were about to clash. As if the Lord wanted to tell me there's a possibility of him and I. Even though I didn't believe in his God, in his religion, I felt as if he told me we're okay. Like he heard my prayers during one winter night in this cold country, "Is it too much to hope for, for us to be together in this lifetime?" I prayed because I knew there's something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And even if nothing came out of it, at least i have known this beautiful feeling, the wonderful sense of love. It is something I can always keep close to me, to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine. No matter what happens next, I'll always be glad to know there's someone like Yoongi in the world.

Even when we made eye contact for 100th time, it was love. It was the mood of the time, the feeling of forever. The sense we could live and die by our word and never regret a thing. I remember when he was so outraged by the world when I walked in his life, but all i wanted was to be part of that. But he couldn't say it was love, not until our lips touched for the first time during cold winter. That's the moment he was lost in passion and love.

"I love you, you know that?" I told him, I could see the glimpse of his cheek getting redder by second. My head rested on his chest, I wasn't able to see him fully.

"I do, but you do know I love you way more?" He whispered and giggle left my lips.

"That's impossible."

He looked at me with annoyed face but he still looked adorable.

"Y/N. I am the one who started loving you beside the fact I hate everything about my life."

"And I am here to give you as much love as you give hate to the world." I looked at him with serious expression, if stare could kill, he would be dead right now. Sitting up from the bed, I continued to stare at him. "...What?"

"You're annoying." He laughed out loud.

"Oh but you still love me." He said.

"I do, but you're still annoying." I laid back on his chest and hugged him tightly. I was listening to his heartbeat, since i always do that whenever i get annoyed at him. The best part about listening to the beating muscle was that I could feel his heart starting to beat with same pace as mine. I loved to think we're one. One body and one soul. "I love you so much and you have no idea how much, Yoongi..."

Honesty was written on my face but the way he looked at me made me question if he didn't believe me. And something in him shifted.

"Have you ever been with a man, Y/N?"His voice is low and husky.

My heart hammers hard in my chest as I nod. "I've had sex before."

"That's not what I asked," he says, pausing right in front of me, the tip of his shoes touching mine as he stares down at me. "I don't care about those boys who might've fumbled around between your legs a time or two. I want to know if you've been with a man."

I hesitate before slowly shaking my head. If he is a man, if this is what being with a man is like, I've never been with one. I've messed around with boys at parties, even had a boyfriend for a while back in Busan that took my virginity in the backseat of a rusty Chevrolet. But whatever is happening right now between us is something I've never felt before.

It's electricity.

He cups my chin with his hand, tilting my face so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes. His thumb sweeps along my bottom lip, and I let out a shuddering breath as he leans closer, tilting his head like he's going to kiss me, but he pauses there instead. His gaze burns through me, seeping down into my soul, seizing me like a prisoner.

I'm a willing captive.

"You don't have to be afraid," he says. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He kisses me then. His lips are soft-so, so soft, like velvet, a stark contrast to the roughness of the rest of him. His kiss is gentle, little more than breaths against my lips that I eagerly inhale, taking him in. I let out a soft moan, hardly catching it as he whispers, "unless you want me to."

A hint of a smile takes over his face when he pulls away. I should be alarmed. I should head right back out that front door and run far, far away, but I can't. I can do nothing but stand there and shiver as he lets go of me, tak- ing a step back. He regards me for a moment, eyes sweep- ing down my body, as his smile grows.

He's a child with a brand new toy, and I just hope he doesn't break me as soon as I'm out of the package.

He's on me then, his hands seeking me out as his lips once more meet mine. None of the gentleness from a mo- ment ago is in his touch. He seizes me, pulling me into his grasp, taking my breath away with his hard kiss. I gasp as he lifts me up, hands gripping my hips. I cling to him, wrap- ping my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

He's strong-Jesus, he's stronger than I expected, holding me like I'm weightless as he carries me upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as we're inside, he kicks the door shut and hauls me over to the bed, his lips still on mine.

He lays me back on the crisp white sheets, him on top, his weight pressing down on me, constricting my chest. My lungs burn, the butterflies in my stomach flapping wildly, ready to take flight.

A strange thrill soars through me when he moves from my mouth, his lips trailing down my jaw line, finding my neck. He kisses and licks, his teeth grazing the skin, as his hands hike up my dress, shoving it to my waist.

I barely have time to think, to agonize over the fact that I'm pretty sure I'm wearing plain white cotton panties that are probably not sexy at all, when his hand slips be- neath the flimsy fabric, fingertips grazing my clit. My back arches involuntarily as a gasp escapes my throat, the jolt of pleasure tearing through my insides, the first lightning strike of an oncoming storm.

I'm caught in a whirlwind. There's no other way to describe it, no way to explain it, except that I've been swept up so fast that I can no longer even see the ground. His hands are all over me, tearing off clothes, as his lips seek out every stitch of exposed skin.

The dress is yanked off and flung across the room, barely hitting the floor before he's leaving a searing trail of kisses down my stomach. Slipping his hands beneath me, he makes speedy work of my bra, tearing it off.

He grasps the sides of my panties, and I lift up in- stinctively when he tugs them down. My knees find one an- other, drawn together like magnets, as my hands cover my breasts, timidly shielding my naked body from his view as he sits back. He regards me warily, seeming to hesitate for a fraction of a second when he sees how I'm laying there, but it doesn't deter him from pulling his shirt off. His hands make work of his pants, unbuckling the belt and unzipping them, the sound seeming to echo through the quiet room.

It makes my heart race faster than before, so frenzied my vision blurs when he pulls them off along with his box- ers, leaving him just as naked as I am.

I can't look.

I can't look.

I can't help it.

I look.

I have to.

He pries my legs apart and moves to the space between them. My eyes are drawn down his broad chest, following the trail of shadowy hair along his toned stom- ach, straight to his cock. My eyes widened when I catch sight of it.

He plans to fit that thing inside of me?

I only get a brief glimpse, a murky silhouette in the darkness as he grasps ahold of his cock and strokes it, be- fore I feel it pressing against me. My eyes drift closed as he rubs the head of it against my clit, sending those tiny jolts of electricity through me.

"I'll take it easy on you," he says as he pushes inside of me for the first time, moving slowly, covering my body with his.

Don't, a part of me screams, the animal inside trying to claw its way out, but I swallow the word down, almost ter- rified to verbalize it. I don't know what he means, and I'm already in way, way over my head as it is. I feel like a virgin all over again, except I wasn't nearly as nervous back then. I was just handing over my body then, letting them caress my skin, but I have a feeling this man's planning to go much deeper than that with me.

He pulls out before pushing back in again, moving ag- onizingly slow, letting my body adjust, but I don't think that's possible. I don't think I can ever get used to him.

"If you want me to stop, just tell me," he says, "and I will."

"Should we..." My voice is a strained whisper. "I mean, should I have a safe word or something?"

I've watched movies, I've read books, and I'm not sure how kinky this man gets.

He stalls mid-thrust, pulling back to look at me, his eyebrow curving. I can see the twinkle in his eyes, amuse- ment, the monster intrigued by my question. "Do you want one?"

"I, uh... do I need one?"

He seems to consider that for a moment, halfway in- side of me, before shaking his head and pushing into me, a little harder this time, making my breath hitch.

"Not this time," he says, fighting off a smile. "Just relax."

I try.

Dammit, I try.

But as soon as I start to relax, Yoongi finds his rhythm, hiking my legs up to fill me deeply. I gasp, my hands run- ning through his hair, the slight curls surprisingly soft, as he leans down to kiss me. With his lips on mine, he thrusts hard, so hard he nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. Unnatural noises escape my throat that he greedily swal- lows with his kiss, increasing his pace, eliciting more of the sounds from me.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I suspected it, from his earlier question, but it isn't until he's inside of me, pounding against me, his arms wrapped around me, holding me so tightly I can hardly breathe, fucking me so hard I can barely think, that I realize just how much I've been missing. Everything before this moment was child's play, but this man is the major league.

He fucks me like he means it, like he needs it, like being inside of me is more important than anything inside of him, and every cell in my body calls out to him, craving more of it. His hands work magic on my skin, slipping between us to stroke my clit. The mere touch sends sparks through me. He rubs circles around it, as my body grows taut. I can feel it, building and building, the pressure filling me up until I'm about to burst.

The pleasure explodes inside of me, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I squeeze my eyes shut. It's like fireworks all around me when all I've ever seen before were measly sparklers. I cry out, arching my back, my breasts flush against his chest. I can feel myself con- vulsing around him, squeezing his cock for a second be- fore it's gone. He pulls out, pulls away from me just as I start to come. I'm momentarily stunned by the absence of everything I feel nothing but coldness, air all around me. No warmth. No him.

No nothing.

My orgasm fades away as soon as it hits, the fire- works a dud that fizzle and fade into the night sky.

Oh, God. No. No. No. Don't do this to me. My eyes snap open as the bed shifts, and I barely have time to glance over when he pushes my legs apart wider, his tongue softly grazing my clit.

Oh, God. Wait. Yes. Yes. Yes.

He licks and sucks, pumping his fingers inside of me, his head between my thighs. Gasping, I run my hands through his hair, grasping ahold of the locks, as I shudder. It takes a few seconds for the fading pleasure to sweep back through me, somehow even more intense, swaddling my entire body in heat.

Orgasm rocks me, and I let out a shriek, arching my back as I convulse. He doesn't let up, doesn't stop, his tongue running circles around my clit before he sucks on it, his fingers deep inside of me.

I relax back into the bed, panting when the sensation subsides, but I don't have time to catch my breath. He's in- side of me again, thrusting deep, as his lips find mine. I don't even think about it, don't hesitate, kissing him deeply as he laughs against my mouth.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice strained, like he can't quite catch his breath. "Can you taste yourself?"

I'm embarrassed for a second, long enough for my face to heat, as he kisses me again, and again. I can taste myself, but I don't have a chance to dwell on it, because he's fucking me just as frenzied as before. His hips slam into mine, noises escaping my throat that he continues to smother with his kiss. I can feel his breath coming out in pants as he thrusts mercilessly, desperately.

And then he's off of me again, pulling out. This time he sits back on his knees and grasps his cock, stroking it as he tilts his head back, eyes closed. I stare at him in the moonlight, stunned by the sight of him coming, a mix of agony and pleasure seeming to twist his features as he grunts. He slows his strokes, stilling his hand, and just sits there, his chest falling and rising as he breathes deeply.

It's beautiful.

I don't know how else to describe it.

Yoongi is a work of art, confident in every aspect, and it's certainly warranted. I just lay there, my body made of jelly, while he towers above me like fortified steel. I'm suddenly weak and helpless, oh-so-vulnerable and at his mercy, at his disposal, and he's not dented even the slightest bit.

And that's truly when I realize we are each other's sunshine after long dark.

[runariya]

🥸🪄🤫

Merman JK who placed a courting offer on a rock for a potential mate and human reader takes it. She also goes willingly to the mating cove not knowing JK prepared it for their mating. JK's yandere show at the end when the reader tries to leave him after 🤫

Note: JK wasn't really yandere for reader unti the end. He really just want a mate but because reader took his courting offer, she's it for him.

Thank u soo much for accepting reqs! And u write so fast how do u do that? Your writing is also marvelous!

(yandere+fantasy+smut) part of the prompt game pairing: merman!Jungkook x human!female reader genre: fantasy!AU, S2"L", yandere, merman!AU, dark romance warnings: oblivious reader, fluff, language barrier (merman-language is italic and blue), smut, a little bit of fingering, big cock JK similar to the shape of a whale idk man..., unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, panic, realisation, yandere, lmk if I forgot smth (still hate writing warnings) word count: 3.375

a/n: aaaah thanks a lot for your lovely words anony! I hope it turned out just as you imagined it 💕

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The ocean is beautiful. 

You remember a film once, where the male lead whispered that the moon is beautiful as a stand-in for "I love you," but for you, it's always been the ocean. The sea is your love. The scent of briny air, the soothing rhythm of waves unfurling endlessly against the shore, the gentle nibbling of curious fish as they dart around you in the cool, embracing water—all of it anchors you, providing solace in moments of sadness or joy alike. It's what love feels like, or at least what love should feel like, wrapping itself around your soul, calming yet oh so profound.

You always marvel at the depths of the sea that stretch out before you, boundless and mysterious, and yet infinitely captivating. Sometimes, in those quiet moments when the world recedes and you find yourself alone, you long not just to stand as an admirer of its splendour, but to be one with this vast and enigmatic force of nature. 

And so, as you walk along the shoreline, as you do almost every day, your bare feet sinking into the warmth of the sand, you're taken aback when you stumble upon a bracelet resting on the stone where you so often sit to gaze at the waves. It appears pristine, otherworldly, with pearls and shells glistening in violet hues beneath the afternoon sun, a beauty far too rare to be discarded by chance on a lonely shore like this.

Your fingers trace its entchanting form, marvelling at the craftsmanship—the smoothness, the intricacy, though curiously lacking any engraving. You glance around, noting the empty expanse of the beach, and let your eyes wander across the vast waters; there is no one else here. The bracelet appears to be yours now by some strange serendipity, still, you hesitate for a moment, torn between leaving it behind and taking it with you, a part of you reluctant at the thought of it being swept away by the tide or snatched by a passing gull. In the end, you slip it over your wrist. But it doesn’t fit—too loose, and as you allow your hand to tilt, it falls away.

You frown, perhaps the universe is nudging you to let it go. But then, as you glance at the bracelet, now nestled near your foot, it occurs to you that perhaps it's meant to be worn as an anklet instead. That makes sense, and so, convinced by this thought, you sit down upon your stone and fasten the jewellery around your ankle. It fits perfectly now, shimmering with a quiet elegance in the sunlight. And as you lean back, stretching your arms behind you, allowing the coolness of the water to caress the tips of your toes, you know that it is, without a doubt, a beautiful day, and this small discovery seems to elevate it to something extraordinary.

It’s not long after when, suddenly, something stirs the stillness of the moment. You sit up straight, eyes wide, as not far from you, without so much as a splash or ripple, a human head breaks the surface of the water. Instinctively, you pull your feet close, nerves bristling slightly from the scare. “C-can I help you?”

But the man remains silent, drifting in the water, and as you squint against the sunlight to study him more closely, you spot what seem to be scales glistening on the back of his neck. Your mouth falls open in an instant—this can't be real. Yet here he is, a creature from tales of mermaids and mermen you once dismissed as fanciful myths. And here you are, unable to tear your gaze from his face, dark wet hair framing features both familiar and otherworldly, his violet-tinted eyes locking onto yours that sends a strange thrill through your veins. His smile, too, is not quite human but not wholly alien either, a delicate balance of sharpness and charm you think. 

“Wow,” you breathe, unable to conceal your awe, the astonishment spreading across your face in a grin of its own. He moves then, slowly, swimming a little farther away, and you feel a pang of disappointment, a pout forming unbidden on your lips. But just as quickly, he beckons you to follow, his gesture smooth and inviting as he stays near the shore.

Without a second thought, excitement bubbles up within you and you spring to your feet, hastily dusting the sand from your dress as you jog alongside him, eyes transfixed by the way his body moves through the water with such fluid grace. His tail—large, powerful—propels him effortlessly, and you're left torn between admiring his handsome face and the hypnotic sway of his tail. He makes it look so easy, this gliding through water, while you're struggling to keep pace, panting and stumbling to catch up with him. 

Soon, you find yourself before the entrance of a vast cave, its shadowy maw framed by a path of few smooth, small stones that allows you to cross where he has already vanished beneath the surface. Nothing would have prepared you of what you’re met inside. The cave is nothing short of paradise—sunbeams slanting through narrow crevices, casting a thousand reflections on the water’s surface, turning the space into a living kaleidoscope, while droplets of condensation plop gently from the stone ceiling, adding their own melody to the serene ambiance.

The merman is there, resting near a platform, still smiling that beguiling smile, making you approach slowly, leaving a respectful distance between you as you settle yourself against the cool stone wall. “It’s so beautiful,” you whisper, your voice hushed in the face of such breathtaking beauty.

He regards you warmly, then speaks in a language that dances on your ears like music, though you can’t understand it. Still, there’s an unmistakable sense of warmth in his tone. “I hoped you would accept my courting offer.”

You smile, pointing to yourself. “I’m ___,” you say simply, hoping the meaning translates through gesture. 

He nods, understanding the basics of this exchange, replying, “Mate.”

Thinking he’s simply stating that you’re human, you enthusiastically reply, “Yes! ___ mate. And you?” You point towards him right after.

His expression brightens once more. “Jungkook mate,” he responds, nodding firmly. 

It takes you a moment, puzzling over his words, and then the realisation dawns on you—he doesn’t mean ‘human’. He means ‘friend’. Of course! A wave of happiness washes over you at this revelation, more than happy to be friends with him. “Yes! ___ mate, Jungkook mate,” you repeat, beaming.

His eyes glisten even more at your response, and you can’t help but smile back, the sheer magnetism of his presence holding you in its thrall. It’s as if he’s cast a spell over you, drawing you into his world, his realm. But the moment is soon broken by the buzz of your phone, vibrating in the pocket of your dress, reminding you of your upcoming dentist appointment. Regretfully, you rise to your feet, an apologetic smile on your lips as you back towards the cave’s entrance.

Jungkook looks visibly disappointed, or so you think, as his brows are furrowing ever so slightly, though his expression is still one you're learning to decipher. 

“I have to go,” you say softly, “but I promise I’ll be back tomorrow.” You gesture as you speak, hoping he might understand. “___ mate, Jungkook mate. Tomorrow, sun down, sun up, I here.” You gesture dramatically to emphasise your words, and to your relief, his features soften, his nod of understanding clear.

With one last glance at him, you turn and make your way back out into the light, already counting down the hours until you return.

🌊

And so, seven days drift by, each one seeing you return to the cave, where Jungkook awaits with that silent patience of his, the two of you growing ever closer, your understanding of him deepening with each shared glance, each exchange of words. With every moment together, the awkwardness ebbs away, replaced by a gentle ease, as if you’re learning to interpret the language of his quiet gestures, his lilting voice that carries meanings beyond the reach of words.

It’s on the eighth day, after you’ve spent enough time together to almost convince yourself that you can read the currents of his mind, that something shifts between you. The anklet around your ankle, the one you now realise must have been crafted by Jungkook’s own hands, seems to have inspired you to gift him something as well.

“Kook?” you call softly as you step into the cool shade of the cave once more, a bracelet for Jungkook clutched in your palm, something you’ve carefully chosen, a small token of gratitude for all he has given you. You shouldn’t have called out, though, for there he is, as always, waiting by the platform, his strong arms draped languidly over the stone, his face splitting into a wide smile the moment he sees you.

“Mate!” he calls in return, the word making your heart twist in a way you shouldn’t feel. He means friend—but the taste of it is bittersweet now, the small seed of longing inside you growing with each encounter, but you push it aside.

“I’ve got something for you,” you announce quietly, lowering yourself to sit before him, close enough to feel the cool mist of water from his skin as his hand instinctively reaches out, resting lightly on your legs, as if needing to sate his curiosity for your strange, warm softness. You take his hand in yours—his skin wet, cold beneath your touch—and fasten the bracelet around his wrist. It’s titanium, chosen for its strength, its resilience against the sea, knowing it will last, just as you hope this tenuous connection between you will endure. “A courtship gift,” you murmur, the words familiar now—he used them himself every time he pointed at your anklet.

Jungkook stares at the bracelet, turning his arm this way and that, admiring it from every angle, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He whispers the word that has become his tether to you: “Mate.” His voice is soft, reverent, as if the gift means far more to him than you had imagined, and his gaze, filled with such raw affection, causes a flush to rise to your cheeks, a smile tugging at your lips at his sentimental reaction. 

But then, before you can make sense of it, his hands cup your face with a suddenness that takes your breath away, and his lips press forcefully against yours. The kiss is so unexpected, his pull so swift and sure that you lose your balance, your arms flailing before they instinctively loop around his neck as you tumble into the water.

He holds you effortlessly, keeping you afloat as his lips claim yours again and again, his cold mouth moving over yours with an intensity that blinds you to the cold water. You had wondered, more times than you’d care to admit, what he might taste like—whether the salt of the sea would be a part of him—but reality is sweeter than fantasy. There is a hint of salt, yes, but beneath it lies something sweet, something intoxicating, that makes you crave more as his tongue slides against yours.

His hands roam your body, sliding over the wet fabric of your dress, exploring with a curiosity that borders on obsession. His fingers press into your skin, kneading the softness of your breasts as his breath grows heavier, more laboured. You can’t help but let your hands wander in turn, feeling the smoothness of his scales beneath your fingertips, the hard muscles that ripple beneath his skin, as solid as the stone walls of the cave.

When you finally pull away, gasping for much needed air, your eyes meet his, and up close, they are even more mesmerising—violet speckled with flecks of black and blue, like galaxies swirling in the depths of his irises, and you reach up to touch his face, tracing the lines of his cheekbones, his lips slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss, and you imagine your own must look much the same.

Your peaceful moment is shattered when something thick and solid brushes against your thigh beneath the water, and with a startled shriek, you push away from Jungkook, not sure if your heart starts racing or stops altogether. But his arms tighten around you, keeping you from sinking beneath the surface, his expression shifting to one of sadness as he realises he’s frightened you. The panic ebbs as quickly as it came, replaced by a curious calm as you peer down into the water, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever had startled you.

“Oh,” you exclaim softly, your surprise evident as you realise it wasn’t some sea creature that had brushed against you, but rather, something that extends from Jungkook’s tail. And again, you’re not sure if your heart starts racing or stops, when you realise what it is. “Oh!”

His arousal is unmistakable—large, thick, and utterly unlike anything you’ve ever seen, more like that of a whale than a man, and you swallow dryly as you force your gaze back to Jungkook’s face. He watches you intently, waiting for your reaction, his expression unreadable but his eyes filled with an intensity that sets your skin aflame despite the chill of the water and his skin.

A deep heat begins to pool within you, your body responding to the sight of him, the proof of his desire for you undeniable. It would be a lie to say you aren’t tempted—to say he doesn’t stir something similar within you, something that makes your skin prickle and lungs work overtime. The wetness gathering between your thighs is evidence enough of that.

“Are you sure?” you murmur, your voice still echoing in the cave, your gaze searching his as if hoping he’ll understand the question without needing words. And perhaps he does, for his eyes darken with something unmistakable—an answer, a promise—before he nods, pulling you closer once more.

His lips find yours again, kissing you with a hunger that speaks of deep, aching need, his teeth grazing your skin, his rough tongue lapping at your lips, your neck, as though he can never get enough of your taste. You lose yourself to it, the world melting to nothing but the feel of his mouth on yours, his hands on your body, the heat of his desire coursing through you like a you imagined devotion would feel like.

You help him rid yourself of the soaked fabric of your underwear, Jungkook’s hands exploring your thighs with barely concealed curiosity before his fingers find the sensitive skin of your cunt, teasing your clit until soft moans escape your lips, your grip on his shoulders tightening without much thought.

But you pull his hand away, knowing the water will only wash away your arousal, leaving you wanting. Instead, you reach for him, your small hand wrapping around the thickness of his cock, marvelling at its size, the way it seems to pulse beneath your touch. Jungkook groans silently, his eyes never leaving yours as you guide him towards your entrance, the size of him daunting but the ache of desire overpowering any trepidation.

You take him slowly, gasping as he stretches you wide, the burn too much at first but quickly giving way to a deep, overwhelming pleasure as he begins to move inside you with the little bit of his cock that fits, each thrust sending sparks flying behind your pupils. He holds your legs tight, forcing your thighs together around the remaining part, the friction equally becoming almost unbearable for you, his cock filling you to the brim, and before you even realise it, you’re crying out his name, your body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Jungkook doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, his movements relentless as he fucks you with abandon, whispering words in his strange tongue, words you don’t understand but that seem to echo with a raw, untamed passion that makes your heart race all the faster, imagining he’s praising you, thinking that you’re such a good girl for him. 

You lose track of time, of the number of times he makes you cum on his cock, your mind a haze of bliss, his name the only thing you can remember to say. Each time you think you’ve reached your limit, he pulls another climax from you, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside you with devastating accuracy, his low groans and moans clouding your mind even more.

Finally, you feel him tense, his body shuddering against yours as he buries himself as deep inside you as your physique allows, his release coming in thick, powerful pulses that fill you to the point of bursting. The sensation sends you spiralling into yet another orgasm, your body trembling uncontrollably, your mouth parting without a sound, as pleasure consumes you yet again.

When at last Jungkook pulls back, placing you gently on the platform, you collapse against the cool stone, utterly spent. It takes all your effort for the world to slowly come back into focus—the soft hues of the cave ceiling, the gentle lapping of the waves, the quiet drip of water from the ceiling above. 

You lie there, breathless, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts, like the restless waves outside the cave, wondering what you’ve just done, what it means, and whether you’ll ever be able to return to the life you knew before.

But your mind can’t settle.

The realisation of your stupidity and naivety crashes over you in waves—the impossible reality of sharing yourself with a creature of myth, the deep-seated regret that gnaws at you like a tide pulling at the shore, whispering that this was a mistake, that you should have known better, should have resisted. 

You find yourself wondering absurdities—whether a morning-after pill could possibly work against the seed of a merman, or if his essence would simply fade away inside you like mist, dissolving with the salt water, leaving no trace behind. Your body feels foreign, strange now, as if you've been altered by his touch, by the unearthly pleasure that coursed through you, and an instinctive panic rises, setting your nerves alight, urging you to flee. 

Your limbs still tremble from all the orgasms as you push yourself upright, hands unsteady as you try to find your balance, desperate to extricate yourself from the surreal haze that envelops you. Jungkook is still there, watching you with those mesmerising eyes, his fingers gently tracing aimless patterns along your exposed thigh, as if nothing in the world could be more captivating than the feel of your skin beneath his touch. His gaze is so tender, so filled with awe, that it only deepens the ache of guilt growing in your chest, highlighting the dangerous ground you’ve ventured onto. 

You attempt to pull away, to create some distance between yourself and the fantasy you’ve allowed to take root, knowing full well that this is a world you cannot inhabit, a dream too fragile to hold in the blinding light of reality. But Jungkook’s hand is faster, catching your ankle in an instant, right above the anklet he gifted you—an innocent token that now feels like a binding chain, keeping you bound to something far beyond your understanding. 

You struggle, trying to shake him off, beginning to feel more panicked than you ever been in your life, but his strength is undeniable, your efforts feeble against the power of his hold, of the very being he is. 

And then, he speaks—softly, with that strange lilt of his voice, but this time, not in his tongue. The word that falls from his lips is yours. The sound of it stops your breath, chills not only the air around you but you too. And in that moment, you realise what you should have known from the beginning, what you should have seen the moment you clasped that anklet around your leg—you’ve crossed a threshold that cannot be uncrossed, a line that cannot be erased. 

“Mate.” 

[thatlongspringnight]

Shades of Red (Vamp!Jungkook x Soft bodied!reader)

Tagging: @wwilloww @hesperantha @reliablemitten @dntaewithluv @sunshinerainbowsbts @xjoonchildx​ @vyduan @miscelunaaa @starlostjimin @sugalaritae @sahmfanficbts 

Pairing: Vampire Jungkook/Soft Bodied reader

Rating: M for mature ;) 

Genre: Smut, fluff, romance, established relationship

 Warnings: Smut, cunnilingus, female receiving, blood, vampire feeding, Jk is a whiny boy and we love him for it

Summary: There are very few pleasures in this world as great and lovely as riling Jungkook up. 

Word Count: 2137 Thank you to my darling @miscelunaaa​ for putting your magnificent orbs on this when I needed you most. Thank you to AMC for putting out a new interview with the vampire series. And thank you to JJK for deciding to put out an entire VAMPIRE THEMED PHOTO SHOOT LIKE A MAD MAN. 

How his eyes shine against the ruby of the silk, an apt choice—it’s a dark musing from your position, lounging opposite of him on the chaise, sipping from the darkened wine he says makes you taste especially … divine. 

Only he would give into his vanity enough to buy silken sheets the same shade as his eyes. Languidly, you reach down to pluck a grape from the silver platter … purple. Then it was good you had worn the burgundy dress this evening. 

Since he so ardently was attempting to adhere to a color scheme. Reds, blacks, the deepest purples—everything as vivid a warning as a black widow before she strikes. 

Yet it’s you that is smirking as you drag your finger across your tongue, savoring the sweetness—another thing he likes … when you’re sweet. 

Between the two of you, you’re truly the deadly one, even if he has the fangs. 

He’s watching you, gaze shifting from alluring, a look you’ve come to know all too well … to something more along the lines of petulant, something you’ve also come to know all too well, and it pleases you, watching his well-kept nails dig into those silken sheets as you grab the book sitting on the marble top side table, opening it to the spot you left off on. 

How he hates it when you do this, and you have to bite back a genuine smile, and the urge to laugh, especially when he sighs, trying to play off his frustrations as desire—when the only thing he’s desiring right now is your undivided attention. 

“Is something wrong, dearest?” You finally acknowledge him when he sighs again, going so far as to unbutton the already scandalously low dip of his shirt. “Are you not entertained? Should I fetch you a book?” 

“No, I have no need of—of literature.” His eyes are shining, and you can feel the pull of them. “Why should I bore my fingertips with parchment when they could be trailing your skin instead?” It’s bold, meant to elicit a reaction, to tempt you to him, into his arms like a willing supplicant. 

“Your pretty eyes don’t work on me, Jungkook.” You feign boredom, licking your finger to turn the page, eyes barely even skimming the words. “As haunting and desperate as they are.”

“I am not desperate!” He whines, sitting up, grabbing a pillow to hug to his form. “I’m beautiful, a darling, admired by all—”

“And desperate for my attention nonetheless.”  You quash him mid-sentence. “Perhaps if you come to me as a supplicant, if you offer yourself in worship to me maybe I’ll want to play with you, maybe I’ll give you some of the attention you’re clearly thirsting for.”

“Shouldn’t you be worshiping me?” Jungkook is crawling to the edge of the luxurious bed even as he talks. “A creature of darkness, of eternal life, of power and pleasures … aren’t I the god worth worshiping?” And you laugh, languid still as you shift in your seat. 

“If you wanted to be worshiped, you would have taken up with someone else, but you’re here—with me.” And for a moment you let your voice soften, knowing that more than anything what he wants is your love, your attention, your reassurance of affection. “And not out there cavorting with your brethren.” His knees have hit the ground, expensive cloth dragging as he makes his way to you till he’s crouched in front of you, in front of the chaise. 

“Will you let me touch you, then?” He asks, wide eyes shining as spectacularly as the most expensive rubies. “May I worship you with my hands?”

“With your hands” you agree. “And mouth.” You tack on. “Perhaps even your teeth if your prayers are fervent enough.” And he’s groaning at that, the prospect of your blood just as delectable as what you’re asking him to do. For he does love to worship you, every piece of your lively, mortal flesh. 

And God knows you have quite a canvas for him to paint in his touch, ample flesh to grip till bruising, to litter in love bites. Dimpled skin perfect for his fingertips, as he often reminds you, eyes darkened to an almost feral shade. And at this moment, you know he’s going for a place he especially loves. 

“Right for my thighs?” You hum, calling him out, and his firm grip on your stockinged calves. “That’s a rather rushed trip to the altar I’d say.” It’s a tease that has him pouting, resting his chin on your knees. 

“Perhaps I just want to give special attention to a particular area that should be especially worshiped—”

“You could have the decency to take off my stockings.” You roll your eyes and he flashes you a sheepish little grin, one that reveals just a little snag of sharpened tooth. Then, of course, he’s obediently doing as he’s told, undoing the ribbons that rest just above your knees, holding up the expensive stockings, smiling at the soft shade of blue. 

“I was beginning to wonder if you had truly forgotten yourself and come completely in red.” He murmurs, gently sliding off your shoes, touches feather-light enough to raise goosebumps against your skin. “As flattered as I am, perhaps I think you look sweeter still in blue.” Your favorite color, the same as the softest sky. “It reminds me of when we met.” Shoes forgotten on the floor, stockings now neatly folded, his strong hands knead gently against your calves, drawing sounds from you that already qualify as indecent. 

“Such a lovely little wife you’d make,” you tease him. “Folding my clothes, giving me massages—”

“Worshiping you,” he huffs, lightly pinching your ankle, just barely. “... Though—if I had to be someone’s wife, I’d like to be yours.” He kisses at the inside of your knee. Just the smoothing of his lips over your skin. You know he longs to disappear under your skirts, to have at you like a man starved. But for now, he’s taking it slow. Resting one of your heels on his shoulder as he kisses your calf, dainty little smooches growing more brazen and messy the further he works his way up. 

“Ah.” Now, you’re helping him, or maybe yourself, gathering the fabric of your skirts and pulling them above your knees. Giving him a fair view of what he already knows. 

That you hadn’t worn anything underneath. 

“Better?” you question, but he only hisses softly, surprising you with the glint of his fangs. “Not better … ?” You’re shocked, a hand coming to card through his hair. “I suppose I can toss my skirts over your head if you’d prefer.” And you pull his hair, tipping his head back. “Or nothing at all if you’re going to be rude.” At that the feral glint in his eyes fades, just a bit. 

“I’m sorry.” He rubs his cheek on your thigh. Your legs already parted for him. “I got carried away, I was so focused … you startled me,” he admits, reminding you again, that as pretty as he is, he’s still a vampire at the end of the day … and could drain you dry if he lost control. 

Well, not quite, you think to yourself, you always have some tricks up your sleeve. Still—it would be a thoroughly unpleasant experience that would leave him in tears, reminded of your mortality—and how fragile you are, and feeling guilty about his nature. 

“Try not to bite the hand that feeds you.” You settle on, stroking his cheek gently. “I want to watch you.”

“Well what I want—” Jungkook says, as though he’s been asked. “Is for you to be naked. Completely so.” His hand is on your bodice, intention more than clear. 

“Jungkook—” you warn. “This outfit is expensive.”

“And it’s too red,” he declares, like you hadn’t gone through the trouble of matching his aesthetic. “I appreciate how you look … in my bedroom, but against your skin it’s too much like blood.”

“Isn’t that what you want from me? My blood?” you ask, earning a very fussy looking frown.

“I want so much more than that, and you know that.” Jungkook’s eyes narrow, and you resign yourself, knowing you’ve damned yourself to nakedness with your teasing. 

“Fine, my love, but I only brought one outfit,” you warn, which only makes him laugh.

“As though I don’t have clothes for you here?” Jungkook asks, raising an eyebrow, and there it is—the tear of cloth echoing in the room as he literally rips open your dress, and the layers beneath, leaving you bare and exposed in the darkened room.

“I hope you’re suitably proud of yourself,” you sigh, shrugging off the material as he grins happily from the spot he’s retaken on the floor. “Little demon.” 

“I am.” Those strong hands are back on your legs, pulling them to part, so that he can sit between them, pressing a kiss to the roll of your stomach, rubbing his cheek against the soft flesh. “You’re so warm.” It’s pleasure, the sound on his lips as his hands go back to making indents in your thighs, as his head dips lower. “And here … so hot.” He has no sense of shame when it comes to your body. Seeking out the heat of your center, but still—still not giving you what you need, choosing instead to use his tongue for evil. To press kisses everywhere but where you want his mouth, his lips. 

“Jungkook—”

“I’m worshiping you.” He cuts off your complaint before you can even make it. “Taking it slow just like you had foolishly requested.” Damn him for using your words against you, littering your inner thighs with love bites, promises of where he’d like to feed from you later on. Every so often there is a ghost of a touch to your core, tongue flicking against your clit, enough to set you on edge. 

So you sigh, trying to feign boredom, going so far as to relax your body, lightly stroking at his hair. Humming a soft little tune that makes him grumble; his eyes meet yours, with an indignant sparkle. 

“Hm?” And you’re grinning. “What’s that look for?” But he doesn’t say anything, shifting forward so—

Well … so he can give you what you want. Mouth around your pearl, and it’s hot, the way he sucks at it, his fingers coming to slide inside of you while you’re lost in the feeling of his mouth. “Ngh—Ah! J-Jungkook!” Now this, this is what you want, with his arms around your thick thighs, and your knees resting on his shoulders. 

He eats you out like a man starved, and perhaps he is … starved of your attention from tonight’s teasing, eager to get back at you by tasting you on his tongue, by having you lose yourself to him. 

Your grip in his hair tightens, your hips shifting to meet the thrust of his fingers as your eyes squeeze shut. He—he is skilled in your body, time has given him that, and he loves to learn. Every spot that makes you shudder, he’s found and memorized. Every way to crook his fingers and draw pleasure—

As he does now. And you don’t even bother to try and stifle the pleasured keen that leaves your lips. 

He plays you like a musical instrument, like you’re his favorite piece—a song at its crescendo. Till you’re crashing around him, his name a dreamy sigh, as tense muscles slacken. 

As he lifts his face up, mouth glistening with your essence. He is so beautiful, covered in the remnants of your pleasure, it makes you feel weak. 

Weak for him. 

“C-can I?” And before he can finish, you’re pushing his head down, letting him sink his fangs into your thigh—drawing a moan turned whimper from you, as a different kind of high takes over. That light, dreamy feeling—someone had once told you a vampire feed was like the most delicious opium, a soaked poppy dripping down your throat. 

“Ah … Ngh … Jungkook—” And about the time you say his name, he takes the hint, quick to pull away, lapping at the wounds until the bleeding stops, until there is naught but bruised skin their stead. “Are you content ...?”

“You know I’m far more than that.” He’s resting his head on your thigh. And he rubs his cheek against your skin when you go back to playing with his hair. 

“You’re right, you’re my spoiled little prince.” You are happy—happy at how he shifts to nip at your fingers, before wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you, face pressed against the soft flesh of your stomach.

“Still, at least I’m yours.”

“Mine to take to bed,” you promise. “Now. To destroy your sheets like you did my dress.”

[kooklovrs]

Jungkook prompts

warn:- smut, strong words. Imagines

 "You think I'm done?It's just the beginning"

 "Yes...just like this...you are doing good."

 "Fuck!...keep going, babe."

"Undress for me, darling."

"If you want to make it up to me....you'll have to do more than just kissing my face...somewhere else will do."

"Hold on...I'm close, too."

"Don't hold back, I want to hear you..."

"It's your fault that I am like this.... you should fix it, shouldn't you?"

[studio-multi]

Half Baked #3

Title: MUSCLE MEMORY

Cast: Boxer!Jeon Jungkook x FWB!OC/Reader

Plot: JK is a boxer and OC/Reader is his FWB that he hooks up with when he has a match in the area. No animosity form either side, they both have busy lives and know dating isn't in the books for them right now.

Notes:

He calls OC/R up, let's them know that he's going to be in town for a match that he books that little modern gothic a-frame cabin (he's obsessed with) out in the woods to meet her at afterwards. That they "can have sex in every bed".

So once OC/R gets off her happy hour shift at the bar, OC/R heads over with takeout in tow (because JK is always hungry especially after a match and a couple of intimate rounds in the bedroom).

OC/Reader is eating their takeout and watching the match on the tv.

The opponent is Seo Changbin and when they touch mitts in the ring, Changbin leans in for a peck which JK reciprocates.

-cue the rice from the hibachi falling out of OC/R mouth-

JK gets in late and OC/R asleep in the bed, wakes OC/R up with cuddling. Sleepy (consented) sex and mutual head.

His stomach growls and she reheats his food for him, -insert cute angry eating faces on Jeon Jungguk-

Cute bath session in soaker tub, where JK gets all pouty when they talk about Changbin.

[snowpetaly]

Feel free to use 🤍 credits are welcome

[mycurrentobsessionstuff]

Short drabble for @lilythepurple 💜

Prompt: “Yeah, but you should have seen the other guy.” and “Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you.”

Ship: Taekook (Jungkook and V from BTS)

Disclaimer: These are real people with real lives that I know nothing about. This is just cute fiction with a ship. I do not believe myself to know anything about their lives in reality.

Enjoy!

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“There was an accident.. I’m fine! My car, not so much.” It was a call Kim Taehyung never expected to receive and it made his heart race despite his boyfriend reassuring him that he’s fine. The word ‘accident’ kept echoing in his head and before he ever realised it he was stepping into his shoes and grabbing his keys.

“Okay. I.. okay. What happened?” Tae asked and he could hear his own voice trembling as he grabbed his jacket and a hat. He knows logically that he should call the company or Namjoon and avoid suspicion but none of that seemed to matter when Jungkook called him, sounding scared and upset.

“Just.. I swear I was looking everywhere. It was like they slammed on their breaks. I couldn’t break fast enough. They’re okay. I’m fine. It was just.. Taehyungie what do I do?” Tae felt like crying at the tone in Jungkook’s voice, heart squeezing as he locked his door and headed out of the building.

“Where are you?” Jungkook described the place but also pinged him the location as Tae got into his car. “Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you.” They both reluctantly hung up and Tae drove off towards the river to find his boyfriend rules be damned. They could worry about the company and the public later.

Tae had never parked so quickly in his whole life, slamming the door and running across the street, immediately met with an armful of upset Jungkook. He pulled back and grabbed his boyfriend’s face, examining the cut on his cheek with a frown as Jungkook tried to shake him off.

“I’m fine.” Tae pushed Jungkook’s hair back, still frowning, worry heavy in the pit of his stomach. “You’re bleeding!” Jungkook shrugged, offering him a small grin. “Yeah, but you should see the other guy.” Tae huffed, dramatically rolling his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation so he couldn’t laugh. Just like Jungkook to make a joke at a time like this.

A man walked over with his phone, seeming frazzled but definitely okay. Tae exhaled slowly. Nobody is seriously hurt, there’s no ambulance or anything rushing to the accident. It’s okay.

“I called my insurance company. It should be alright. It was totally my fault!” Jungkook nodded with a little bow, shaking the man’s hand and Tae desperately wanted to moved closer, hold his boyfriend’s hand or wrap his arm around him or something.. anything. Jungkook called his insurance and all Tae could really do was wait until the man left, easily driving off. Jungkook’s car wasn’t as lucky.

“One thing at a time, Kookie. You’re okay.” Tae mumbled, moving closer finally, and he saw Jungkook take a slow, deep breath just like they’ve talked about so many times in the past. They called a tow truck and then they just had to wait so Tae pulled his boyfriend close to his side, slowly stroking up and down his arm as they very slowly swayed together from side to side.

As the tow truck left with Jungkook’s car Tae grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and walked them over to his haphazardly parked car so he could take them home. The second the doors closed he noticed Jungkook’s shoulders dropping as he exhaled, shaky hands pushing his hair back, and Tae paused with the keys in the ignition. Home could wait for just a moment.

“Hey, you’re okay.” He shifted in his seat so he could move closer, taking Jungkook’s hands in his, but tears were already falling down his cheeks, breaking Tae’s heart. He pulled Jungkook into his arms and they sat there until he was certain his boyfriend had stopped shaking.

“Better?” He asked with a soft smile and Jungkook exhaled a laugh as he wiped his eyes, nodding. “Better. Can we go home now?” Tae smiled brightly, stealing a quick kiss before starting the car and taking them back to the apartment. They both decided to not check online that night, opting for curling up in bed together and dealing with any possible outcome in the morning.

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

Flames Of Love | PJM

Pairing: prince! Jimin x fem! concubine! Reader

Summary: A tragedy. A new reign. A cruel order given by the king. Prince Jimin was forced to leave his home in the palace while trying to save both his and your life. Yet you both ended up burning in the flames of your love. Wrong time. Wrong life. Right person and a story that crumbled to the ashes of destiny.

Warnings: fluff, angst, character death, poison, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, cruelty, royal au, historical au, fratricide, suicide, feelings of fear, frustration and anguish, harem, mentions of a contagious disease, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.1k words

~Prompt 4: Snuggling by a cozy fireplace

~Snowflakes divider by @samspenandsword

~Prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

A/N: This was inspired by historical facts during the Ottoman Empire as well as Romeo & Juliet, please enjoy and let me know your thoughts in the comments!

Snow was falling from the dark skies, the winds were strong, breaking through the thick branches of the tall trees. You shivered, tightening your outer robe around you as if it would help chase the cold away.

You felt an even thicker robe fall onto your shoulders, you looked up only to spot Prince Jimin sitting down next to you.

"Wouldn't you be cold, Your Highness?"

He smiled softly at you, his arm going over your shoulders as he pressed you to his side.

"No, your love warms my heart, Queen of my heart."

You sighed, eyes trained on the improvised fireplace you both had made inside the cave you were hiding. The flames were reflected in your (e/c) eyes as you allowed yourself to get hypnotised by the burning fire.

Jimin bit his lower lip in worry, fighting a shiver that threatened to travel down his spine. He had been on the run for three months now, winter had started and he knew he had to leave the kingdom before the cold would get even more crude.

The young prince had lived a luxurious and care-free life but his peace crumbled down like a paper plane when his older brother ascended the throne. According to tradition, the king must murder his brothers to keep the order during his reign.

He was wanted in order to get killed.

And this situation only escalated when he selfishly took you to escape with him. You were one of his concubines in the harem yet he only wanted you. To him, you were a red rose in a garden of white daisies. Every woman in his harem was of an enchanting beauty yet you, to his eyes, were mesmerizingly beautiful. Inside and out.

If he hadn't taken you with him, you would be dead by now considering you were his woman and couldn't ever bed with any other man.

Times were difficult and life was cruel. Jimin left with you by his side for he couldn't fathom the thought of your death because of him. Of leaving you behind in the palace and causing your demise all because you had fallen in love with him.

If he were to die, he'd die with you. Though to society you were a mere concubine, to him you were his Queen. The woman who commanded his heart and thoughts. He loved you. Just as ardently as the flames that danced in front of him on that hectic winter night.

"Have you heard of Min Yoongi, Your Highness? They said he was arrested."

Your whispered words brought him out of his thoughts. He sighed, resting his chin over your head as he closed his eyes, in desperation or redemption he could no longer tell.

"I did, (y/n). We won't be able to escape in his boat next Monday."

A moment of silence passed by, only the sound of the flames cracking in front of you and the strong wind whistling outside could be heard alongside your beating heart for the man who held you so affectionately.

"Will the king kill him?"

Your voice made his heart shatter in millions of pieces. You sounded so scared, so broken. Lost. When he had once listened to your voice command, he had heard the melodious sound of your laugh and your soft whispers under the moonlight as you both rested under his silky sheets.

"I don't think so. Yoongi is a clever man, he knows what to do."

You nodded against Jimin's chest in silent agreement though your heart still ached for the soft yet stoic man who had been willing to help the prince and you escape without hesitation.

Jimin looked behind him, spotting the last reserve of wine in his possession. He had personally saved that one for when this moment would come, hoping with his entire being that he wouldn't need to use it.

His right hand reached for it with trembling fingers. His own heart clenched at the thought of what he was about to do. You snuggled deeper into his embrace and tears clouded his vision.

"Let's enjoy our last wine, mmh? Are you thirsty?"

You nodded at his question and he brought the bottle up to your lips, allowing you to drink as much as you pleased. When you were done, Jimin brought the bottle up to his lips, hesitating to drink from it. Yet his mind was made when you buried your head in his chest.

He drank the wine and dropped the bottle to the side, rolling on the dirty ground.

"Isn't it beautiful? The fire, I mean."

He chuckled softly, tears gathering in his eyes at what he had done. To you, to him, to you both. If he were to go to hell, he wouldn't mind it for he had already been in heaven when you were by his side.

"You are more beautiful, (y/n) of mine."

You looked up at him, your eyes met his in an intimate dance of emotions. He didn't know he was crying until your hand rested on his cheek, your thumb wiping the lonely tear that had left his eye.

"Don't cry, my prince. We'll find a way to leave this kingdom. We'll get married and live like we have always dreamt of."

He smiled through his tears, his eyes closed with the motion and you couldn't help but smile as well.

"We will, my beautiful (y/n). You'll be mine and I'll be yours."

In this lifetime or the next one, my love.

Your head rested once more against his chest, your hands around his waist as your eyes focused once more on the flickering flames.

"Can you sing to me, prince of my soul? That song I like."

Could he deny you in a moment like this? Never. He had never denied you anything you wanted, anything your heart desired was yours with just a word leaving your lips. And now, when you both were on the brink of death, chased down to die and burning with the flames of love from the heavens above, if you wanted him to sing, he'd sing until no voice would remain in his throat or the poison he just drank took his life first.

His soft voice resonated across the walls of the cave, you smiled with your eyes closed, feeling a tiredness seep into your bones. The melody you had heard plenty of times before sounded now like an angel whispering in your ear the secrets of the universe.

"I love you, Jimin."

You whispered and he was barely able to hear those words leave your lips. His arms tightened around you, feeling as you fell asleep next to him while snuggling together by a cosy fireplace. Your hands went limp on his lap as you succumbed to the tiredness that suddenly invaded your body.

You fell asleep in his arms, never to wake up again. Jimin let out a sob, holding your body impossibly close to him as tears left his eyes and ran down his cheeks like endless rivers of pain, of desperation and guilt.

"I love you too, my (y/n). Queen of my existence."

He laid you down on the thin blanket behind you both with him by your side, already feeling the effects of the poison taking control of his mind.

His eyes closed, inhaling the smell of your hair for the last time before his heart froze in time next to yours. The last beat of his heart was dedicated to you and the life you had dreamed together, hoping to meet in the next life in simplicity yet still with the flames of love burning like the sun.

The next morning, the sun illuminated the snow-covered paths. The light reflected over the white thickness that had fallen from the sky and the ground looked like it was covered in diamonds.

Kim Namjoon, Captain of the King's private army galloped through the forest, his soldiers behind him.

The man of noble origin had been tasked by the king himself to find his brother, kill the concubine he had escaped with and bring the prince to his presence.

Namjoon's heart ached at the thought of what fate was going to deliver to you and Jimin. All because he was born after the now king, all because you had fallen in love with him. All because the fire of your love didn't melt the ice of the cruel law that chained Jimin to live in fear for both his and your life.

Namjoon had been following Prince Jimin's steps since he escaped the palace yet he brought the young prince as much time as he could, hoping you and Jimin would get the chance to escape the kingdom.

However, the king was growing impatient and sent yet another Captain to look for his brother and the woman he had claimed for himself. This only put even more pressure over Captain Kim Namjoon who wanted to at least spare your life.

He had met you before, in one of Prince Jimin's parties he organised every season of the year. He could tell why the prince had fallen deeply in love with you. Viewing you as if you were his Queen and he were a mere peasant not worthy of even breathing near you.

"Captain! I see a small cave, maybe His Highness and Lady (y/n) hid there during last night's storm."

A younger soldier by the name of Jeon Jungkook and Namjoon's right hand spoke against the freezing breeze that cut through the dried branches of the tall trees.

Namjoon sighed when he spotted the cave, directing his black horse to walk in that direction without a word. Jungkook and the rest of his soldiers followed him with only the crunch sound under the horses hooves resonated over the quiet forest.

Nothing would have prepared Namjoon for what he saw once he entered the cave, Jungkook was by his side. Both men were speechless as they saw the frozen body of Prince Jimin embracing you, his concubine and lover in this lifetime.

"They are dead, aren't they?"

Asked the younger soldier. Namjoon took a deep breath, eyes landing on the burnt sticks of the fireplace that only a couple of hours ago were still alive.

He picked up the empty bottle of wine, the only container he saw laying around. Namjoon smelled it, only to retrieve the bottle from his nose the next second.

"Poison. I'd say they drank it last night. That fire was still alive earlier today."

A melancholy invaded the men's hearts, like claws of a demon that threatened to crush their hearts. Was this the consequence of time? Of love? Was death the only solution Jimin saw for you both?

"I don't think they suffered at the end. Maybe they chose to die in their own terms, by their own hand. Together until the end."

Namjoon let out a deep sigh after the soft words that left Jungkook's lips. The oldest one turned to look at his friend and subordinate, his eyes were serious with a sadness lingering in his dark orbs.

"Listen to me, Jungkook. You saw nothing here, you understand?"

The doe-eyed man nodded, jaw clenched as he gazed at the man he admired the most in this world.

"I understand, Captain Kim."

With that, both of them exited the cave with slow steps and heavy hearts. Namjoon stood in front of his soldiers as he said in a strong voice.

"This cave will be sealed. A really decayed body is inside and I suspect it was infected with some kind of unknown disease. In order to keep His Majesty's reign safe, no-one will ever enter this place again."

The men obeyed their Captain's orders, sealing the cave with heavy rocks, hiding the tragedy of love behind that wall of stones.

Namjoon made his horse turn around, his soldiers following behind him in respect and loyalty. Jungkook glanced at his friend and superior, reading the melancholy in the man's eyes as he rode ahead.

Namjoon questioned himself if what he did was right. He didn't have it in himself to separate Jimin from you when the decision of parting together was made. He'd respect that; the final desire to rest together until you both could meet in the next life.

He only hoped the flames of love would still burn within you, a concubine seen as the Queen of the prince's heart. An innocent love lost by cruel rules. A destiny fueled by death with only embers lasting as the proof of the flames of love between you and Jimin. 

December/23/2023

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