#tae writes

[vykio]

Aaron has just pulled his shirt over his head when he hears the stairs creak. He freezes, the shirt still stuck around his arms as something like apprehension burns its way through his body. He’s only still for a moment before he throws the shirt all the way off, chucking it blindly behind him. Whoever is climbing the stairs is doing so at a snail’s pace, but not carefully enough to avoid all the squeaky steps.

Aaron forgoes grabbing the snow globe on his desk to use as a weapon and crosses over to his bedroom door to jerk it open.

At the top of the stairs stands Kevin Day, somehow a bright spot in the completely dark hallway. He flashes a smile at Aaron that shows all his teeth, then slides his feet over the carpet in big strides to reach him.

“Hey,” Kevin says as he closes the door. He leans back against it and Aaron stares at Kevin’s goofy expression. He used to be more subdued—better at giving away his feelings with just the quirk of his mouth rather than the full motion of his cheeks. Now, Kevin looks far too happy to see him.

“Were you even trying to sneak up?” Aaron says, partly to distract Kevin and to redirect his thoughts to safer grounds.

It works. Kevin squints at him. “I was. I did,” he tells him, gesturing to himself, here, in Aaron’s room, a little triumphantly. “I was careful.”

“Sure…”

Kevin huffs at the suspicion on Aaron’s face and ignores it to rake his eyes over his torso. He looks more serious doing this, like mapping the constellation of freckles on Aaron’s body is very important business. Aaron flushes all over, hot everywhere he thinks Kevin’s eyes land. He is suddenly very aware that he’s without a shirt.

Kevin presses the pad of his thumb on Aaron’s hip and curls his fingers around him.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Aaron announces, barely concealing the shiver that wracks through him.

Kevin glances his thumb over Aaron’s stomach and says, “Alone?”

Aaron gives him a deeply unimpressed look. Kevin must know it because he breathes a laugh before he even looks up to see it. “I thought you were worried about waking up the house,” Aaron says.

He takes a take back when Kevin takes a step forward to lean off the door. He keeps his eyes level with Aaron’s as he takes off his own shirt and discards it. “You’ll just have to be quiet, then, won’t you?”

They both know Aaron is not the one they need to monitor.

[link-posting]

The Champion's Tears

The impact of his feet hitting the ground seemed to bring Link back into the moment. It felt like reality was coming crashing down around him. His face looked as stoic as ever, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Link flicked his hand, dismissing each of the avatars of his friends, his companions. He needed a moment alone.

He sat at the edge of the ledge he landed on, beside the pedestal Zelda had… well… He let his feet dangle over the edge, looking out after her. He was no stranger to the Dragons in Hyrule’s sky. He had a deep respect for them, and they respected him in turn. They knew he cared for their shrines, returning to them every so often to clean them and pray. It was a task he performed regularly and dutifully, though no one had made such a request of him. But this.. but her… He couldn’t wrap his head around it. He knew what she did, he saw the memories, heard the story from Mineru. But to see her, to pull the sword from her forehead while she howled in agony…

Of course, it felt great to have the Master Sword back. This whole journey felt like a piece of him was missing, but now that he had his sword back he felt (almost) whole again. Its weight rested comfortably on his back, and it felt like his own happiness with the reunion was reflected back at him from the sword itself. It wasn’t all joyous, though. It seemed the Master Sword also felt Link’s sense of meaninglessness. Who was Link if he wasn’t Zelda’s protector? And what kind of protector was he that he could not keep her safe? It wasn’t until he felt a gentle pulse emanate from the sword that Link even realized he was crying. It was like the Sword was trying to comfort him.

He sighed, knowing he couldn’t stay here forever. He still had work to do. Zelda had long faded into the distance, and the sun was setting over the horizon. He wiped his tears from his face, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He needed a bed to sleep in tonight, but the thought of going to a stable or an inn right now made Link’s stomach churn. No, he needed time for himself. He unclipped the Purah Pad from his hip and opened his map.

He teleported to Zanmik shrine, unable to even enjoy the peace of Hateno Village as he headed toward her home.

[explicit-tae]

Ungodly Hour (Jimin)

It's your turn to make Jimin your "bitch" during Taehyung's 'Hallow-tine's Day' party.

Word Count: 6.435

Warning: smut, slight sub jimin, oral sex, dom reader, unprotected sex, face riding, alcohol intake, dirty talking, face-riding, oral sex (f/m), edging, face slapping, nipple sucking, begging, praise kink, handjob,

Valentine's Day Masterlist | Part One

“How long have you been working here?”

You inhale through your nose as your eyes catch onto Park Jimin, along with Jungkook, Hoseok, Namjoon and Taehyung. All of them - of course, besides Jimin - offer you kind smiles and Taehyung even a short wave. 

“What can I get you?” you sigh out. It was going to be a long shift - and you’ve only been here an hour. 

“Did Jimin invite you to the Hallow-tine’s day party?” Taehyung asks, turning to the man who is seated beside him. 

“Why would I do that?” Jimin scoffs, his eyes down at the menu to scan the various amounts of meat. 

“I’ll take that as a no. You should definitely come.” Taehyung says, a boxy-like smile flashing your way with a set of white teeth. 

You lick your lips, tilting your head a bit at Taehyung. They were the last people you’d expect to see right around now outside of school. Especially since this was your job you were working at and you were also involved with one of them - in a way - who you wanted nothing more than to respond snarkily. 

“I…a Hallow-tine’s day party…?” you question with a shrug. “Can I get you all any drinks?”

“I’ll take a sprite-” Hoseok begins.

“It’s like a Halloween party.” Taehyung continues, uncaring. All he did want was for you to attend this party, silently pining for you and Jimin to continue this…relationship of sorts? It isn’t developed as of yet, but soon he has high hopes. “But on Valentine’s day, of course. So come in a costume!” he smiles, blinking your way as if a “Hallow-tine’s” party makes sense.

You couldn’t help but crack a smile at Taehyung.

“Costume winner get’s $1000.” Jungkook pipes up, averting his eyes upwards to look at you now. “I’ll take a water.”

“A water?” Jimin scoffs, knitting his brows. “Am I the only one drinking?”

Jimin turns his eyes to you, his mind flashing with memories of the past weekend he shared with you - the same ones that began in the classroom and ended with you and him entangled together the entire weekend afterwards. The same memories are plagued with you and him walking the halls of the University as if it never happened, back into the classroom bickering with one another. That was back in October and nearly 4 months ago.

“Whiskey.” Jimin says. “The whole bottle.”

“Are you serious?” Jungkook snickers. 

“You have a baby and act like you’ve never downed a whole bottle of whiskey in this very restaurant.” Jimin retorts, leaning against the booth with a raised eyebrow.

“Those days are behind me, Jiminie.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. It wasn’t entirely true. He wasn’t opposed to drinking, but he still had to go home and help his girlfriend after this. “I’m a father.”

Jimin gags.

“Soo…?” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows at you. “It’s a Halloween party as you know. Just set on Valentine’s day. Come in a costume. Everything will be provided. Drinks…food…”

“Is there a reason why you want me to come?” you place the tablet onto their table and place a hand onto your hip. “Also, why is the halloween party so…late?”

“Why not?” Taehyung questions. “We’re all friends here, aren’t we? We want you there.”

“Speak for yourself.” Jimin mumbles to himself. 

You bite your lip to refrain from responding to Jimin, who appears as if he wants you to. A smirk is forming onto his lips as he witnesses your restraining appearance. 

“I couldn’t attend. I was focused on preparing for my daughter.” Jungkook explains to you instead, a twinkle in his eyes that causes you to smile a bit at how cute he looked - and excited that he was now a father. “So Tae being dramatic,” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “decided to have it in February.”

“You can go a few hours without flirting with her.” Taehyung rolls his eyes towards Jimin. “And I wanted all my friends there. Bring the baby-”

“Fuck no.” Jungkook scoffs. “My mom is taking her for the weekend. I’m not sure how I feel about being without her.” Jungkook sighs and there goes your heart. You ponder how Jimin could be friends with someone as sweet as Jungkook. Maybe he was forcing it, you think.

“But seriously, Y/N. You should come. It’s a slutty event-" Taehyung begins.

“You know a lot about slutty, Y/N.” Jimin nods his head.

“Not now.” Hoseok hisses low, turning his eyes to Jimin. 

“I do know.” you laugh a bit, body flushing with heat. You cannot act ashamed by what you do -  not now or ever. “Maybe I can add a slutty costume to my wishlist and you’ll buy it for me. That’s what you usually tend to do with anything else.”

In the end, it’s you who has the last laugh; one that has his friends joining along with your comment. 

“Whisky, sprite, water…” you nod your head, picking up the tablet to put their drink orders through. “Anything else I can get you all to drink?”

Your and Jimin’s banter didn’t stop there as the entire time they were there he was retorting back to you. But, you wouldn’t say it bothered you much. It was quite fun in a usually boring shift.

You had agreed to come to Taehyung’s Hallow-tine’s party, one he explained was usually planned by Jungkook, but instead opting to not. Now that, as Jungkook put it, was a father, he had prepared his home for a baby and not parties. 

“That doesn't mean the parties are going to stop.” Taehyung had said piped in immediately after. 

“How long have you been working here?” Jimin asks, downing a shot. It was five minutes until closed and he was the only one here. You ponder how one man can still drink and not appear utterly wasted.

“A year.” you respond, spraying down the table he occupies. “I don’t only fuck myself on onlyfans for a living.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Y/N. I just never saw you here.” he says, licking his lips. “We come here often.”

“Picked up more hours recently.” you admit. 

“Onlyfans going dry?” Jimin jokes.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. You won’t take his joke seriously as this was Jimin. But, he was correct in a way. You never solely depended on it to pay you expenses and always had a job lined up.

“It’ll never be dry as long as you’re subscribed.”

Jimin snickers at how quick you were with responding to him. He scoots out of the booth and stands, stretching a bit. 

“What are you wearing?” Jimin asks. “To the party?”

You shrug. “Haven’t really been to a Halloween party before. Especially a Hallowtine’s. It’s a slutty event.” you say, trying your best to imitate Taehyung’s deep voice. “So I’ll make sure to have my ass out.”

Jimin clicks his tongue.

“We should go together.”

You’re silent for a moment, hearing other servers around you clean their tables just as you were doing. Closing shouldn’t be hard tonight as it was a slow evening. 

“Together?” you cross your arms. “Is this the part where you confess your undying love for me?”

“Y/N,” Jimin shakes his head. “I hate you.” he deadpans. “But…we agreed that it’s your turn.”

You know what Jimin is insinuating. Four months ago, it was Jimin who had the upper dominance. You were “his bitch”. This time, it was your turn. Should it have taken this long? Probably not. But, you were a busy person and so was Jimin. You weren’t going to be the one to go to him first - as stubborn as you were.

“Okay.” you say, the corner of your lips twitching upwards. “I’m sure I can find a slutty police costume.” you poke Jimin’s shoulder. “You’ll be the inmate.”

“That’s so basic.” Jimin rolls his eyes a bit, your touch lingering on his shoulder. He blinks a few times, even humming to himself as he thinks about the costumes. “Are you going to use the handcuffs on me?”

You roll your eyes and cannot help but laugh out at the change in Jimin’s demeanor or the way his voice drops a few tones. You cannot help but think about the idea of Jimin being the one whimpering for you, handcuffed so he couldn’t get his hands on you.

“Basic?” you hum. “How about we fit the theme then? We can both be cupids.” you wiggle your eyebrows. 

“Cupids? I’m not sure I trust a bitch like you with an arrow.” Jimin scoffs, but he does enjoy the idea. 

“My arrows won’t make you fall in love with me. They will make you feel other things.” you press the palm of your hand onto Jimin’s chest and allow it to linger for a moment, a glint in your eyes that causes Jimin to raise his brows. “Find the costumes.” you murmur, pushing him away a bit all the while your eyes remain on his.

“You’re such a teasing bitch, Y/N.” Jimin states, but he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t anticipating it.

Leaving Jimin in charge of the costume meant that, for you, it was free of charge. It also meant he had full control of your attire and you were hoping it wouldn’t be too slutty.

At first, you weren’t sure about it when Jimin came at you with what appeared to be lingerie and a pair of wings for you to wear. “It’s red.” you had told him with a raise of an eyebrow.  “Isn’t it supposed to be, I don’t know, white?”

“White is too pure for a whore like you.” was Jimin’s response, followed by a smirk. He wouldn’t tell you that he thought red would look good on you underneath the neon lights at the party. He didn’t want to gas your already big head up.

So you wore the red fishnets followed by the lingerie of the same color. He even gave you lace gloves to wear, stopping right at your elbows. 

At first, you were nervous to wear something so revealing in public. Jimin had convinced you that when Taehyung meant slutty, he meant it truthfully.

“I got you these, too.” Jimin stated as you looked over yourself in your hallway mirror. Your eyes had connected with his through the reflection. He’s holding a black, rectangular box in his hands. “To go with your costume.”

You turned to face him now and he handed over the box. Your eyes scanned the small, silver letters right in the middle of said box. Saint Laurent. You then looked up towards the man who’s waiting for you to open said box.

The heels are more of a wine color than a red, but it wouldn’t be noticeable at the party. The YSL letters along the heel catch your eyes immediately and you feel your eyes widening.

“These must’ve been expensive.” you told him with a swallow. “So not only are you my bitch tonight, but you’re also my paypig?”

“They were expensive.” Jimin responded, a low smirk forming onto his lips. “I’m sure I’ll get my money’s worth tonight.”

Arriving at the party alongside Jimin, you understood now that he wasn’t lying. The lights are flashing and there’s smoke lining the ground so even if what you were wearing was too revealing, it didn’t particularly matter.

Jimin appeared more of a traditional cupid, dressed in a long white cloak - or chlamys he said because he was Jimin and he needed to correct you - gold wrist cuffs and a gold shoulder belt. He also has wings that match your own.

“Y/N!” Taehyung greets over the loud music. He’s holding two red cups in his hands. One he gives to you and the other to Jimin after he takes a sip of it. “You look amazing! Finally someone who gives slutty but classy.”

You smile at Taehyung a bit shyly. He turns to Jimin and furrows a brow at him before snickering. “Have fun you two.” he says, winking. “Nice heels, Y/N.”

Jimin takes a sip of his drink, his eyes glaring at his friend as he walks off. Taehyung wouldn’t tell you how Jimin bought the heels for you prior to you being invited to the Hallowtine’s party. Or how he insisted that they couldn’t be regular heels or nothing about him was “regular”.

“How drunk are you trying to get?” Jimin asks, downing the rest of the drink. It’s a mixture that only Jungkook would’ve made. If it was Namjoon, it would taste bitter and strong of alcohol and leave it up to Hoseok, it would just be juice.

“You drove so.” you shrug your shoulders. “I’m following your lead.”

Jimin smirks a bit. “These parties go on all night, Y/N. Tae lets me sleep in the guest room.”

You lift a brow but don’t respond. Instead, you do the same as he and down the remaining liquid in your drink.

The party goes on with you and him doing exactly that. You and him - and even some of his friends - take shots as if they’re water. You play games with them, majority of them you lost - much to Jimin’s dismay as you and he were partners. You dance, too, finding that the large space with dancing bodies to be exciting. Everyone was already drunk and it was hard to feel self-conscious when the liquor was making you outgoing and sociable.

You were in the middle of unwrapping a lollipop when Jimin stood beside you. “Enjoying yourself?” he asks with a furrowed brow. “You’ve been dancing with them for over 30 minutes non-stop.”

Them being Jungkook’s girlfriend and Chaeyoung, who were already drunk. You had to admit you had the most fun with them, even if Jungkook had to carry his girlfriend out. Or if Chaeyoung had decided to call it a night and nap in the kitchen - only because she didn’t want to miss out on who won best costume.

“And you’ve been watching the entire time?” you put the red, heart shaped lollipop in your mouth. “That’s not creepy.” you say sarcastically.

Jimin tilts his head. He isn’t sure where his friends have gone and he knows Taehyung has no intentions of announcing the winners yet. That being said, he was tipsy, horny and you were being too much of a bitch right now.

“Huh…” you look at Jimin a bit closer, squinting your eyes. Even underneath the flashing lights, the look in his eyes is highly evident. You reach a hand out to touch his slightly uncovered chest, the cloak hiding little of it. “...you must want to fuck me.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, even if it was the truth. “I hope you didn’t think those heels were free.” he retorts. 

You smirk, glossy lips shining underneath the neon lights. “Don’t worry, I’ll wear them just for you in my next video.” a finger swipe up from Jimin’s chest right to his lips. You tap them playfully before turning on your heels. 

“Where are you going?” Jimin huffs, his body flushed. His legs work on autopilot as he follows you. 

“We should go somewhere to be alone, shouldn’t we?” you ask as you reach the kitchen. The alcohol appeared never ending and it had to be a sign of wealth because who else could truly afford all of this alone? Not including decorations, food and a $1000 cash prize.

You grab a bottle of champagne and shrug your shoulders. No one would miss it. 

“Lead us to the guest room.”

“Upstairs.” Jimin says, jutting his head to the left where the staircase was at. “To the left, last door.”

Jimin wants you to lead the way just so he can watch you from behind. The wings compliments your costume, a sensual look that looks almost ethereal. The neon lights cast a glow off of you that his tipsy mind is angered with himself for finding you appealing. 

The heels make your legs appear longer, Jimin thinks. Even from the loud music, he swears he can hear them click onto the tiled floor.

The guest room is large, you note upon opening the door. It’s clean and organized with a single, queen size bed right in the middle of it. On either side of said bed has two night stands, both holding decorative lamps. Right above the headboard is an oval shaped mirror that reflects the neon lights that shine inside when the door opens.

“It’s quiet.” you note once Jimin closes the door. The music is loud outside and it offers a muffled version from inside the bedroom that’s soothing. “Champagne?” you turn to face Jimin, raising the bottle.

Jimin nods, his eyes on you.

“Sit down.” you press, jutting your head towards the bed. 

“Hm, demanding.” Jimin does as he’s told. He passes by your, his arm brushing past yours and he sits onto the edge of the bed. 

You pop open the champagne and a bit of it spills. Jimin is unphased by the action and continues to look right up at you. You step closer to him, lifting the bottle to your lips and taking a sip.

Jimin watches the way a bit of it trails from the corner of your mouth and falls down your jawline. He takes a deep breath as you come closer. Your gloved hand reaches out for him and latches underneath his chin. You gently lift it up, a thumb lightly tapping at his plump lips. You lift the bottle to them.

Opening his mouth, Jimin’s eyes never leave yours as you pour the champagne into his mouth. The bubbling liquid fizzles onto his tongue and he swallows it whole when you’re done. He licks his lips as if savoring the taste. 

Your touch underneath his chin is hot. Your hands roam towards his cheek, a thumb running along his lips as you tilt your head. For a man, Jimin did have such plump lips that never appeared to be chapped - a thought you hated.

“It must be killing you to sit here.” you murmur, standing right between his parted legs. One knee lifts a bit so that you press it against the bed and right between his legs. You furrow your brows when you feel it - the bulge. Sure, Jimin’s costume covered a bit of his lower half, but you weren’t expecting this so soon. “Excited already?”

“It’s the alcohol.” Jimin retorts, already willing to fight against you. It was going to take a few tries to get him to submit, but you were a patient person. After all, only you could do it. 

“Shut up.”

Your knee presses against Jimin a bit - not too hard, but enough to get the man to click his mouth shut. The expression on his face would cause you to laugh if you weren’t determined to remain in character.

“You,” you snort. The bottle of champagne tightening in your grip. You lower your face so that you and Jimin are eye to eye. “want to call me a bitch so bad, don’t you?”

Jimin does - not in a malicious way. He never truly does mean it in that way - nor does he even intend on you knowing this, either. 

Jimin remains silent, his eyes flickering to your lips for a mere second before back to your eyes. You’re so close to him, your knee not letting up as it continues to graze against his painfully hard cock. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, attempting to control his breathing.

“Kiss me.”

It’s an action that Jimin doesn’t fight you on. Your lips have a bit of gloss to them surprisingly. After all the shots, snacks and overall partying you’ve done. They’re sticky, but sweet; tasting of cherries that he knows he would want to get another taste of when this was done and over with.

You deepened the kiss, gloved hand not falling from his chin. It’s an act of possession and neither of you appeared to care. Soon, your tongue and his is dancing along one another, hot and needily. You can feel his cock pulsing pathetically against your knee.

Aggressively, you shove Jimin away from you. The action causes him to grunt and nearly hiss at you, but he bites his tongue. You notice the action immediately and hide your giddiness.

“More champagne?” you ask with a quirked brow.

Jimin nods.

“Cat got your tongue?” you question with a scoff. “Use your words, Jimin.”

Jimin’s eye twitches. “Yes.”

“Yes…?” you were having a bit too much fun with this. “Where are your manners?”

“Yes. Please.” Jimin grits out, his right leg shaking. He was holding himself back in berating you like he usually does - an action that never bothers you. It’s something that he’s familiar with. 

“Good boy.” you say with a smirk. Jimin is taken aback by your words - more so because it causes his cock to jolt immediately once it leaves your mouth. 

You press the champagne bottle to your own lips, eyes never leaving Jimin’s. Droplets begin to fall from the corners of your lips again, dropping directly to your chest. Without thinking much, you lift the bottle more, allowing a bit - not too much to be messy - to fall onto your chest.

“Go on.” you say.

Jimin dives in instantly, his warm tongue licking up the champagne from your skin. He groans to himself as he dips lower between your breast, a hand reaching out so all he had to do is push your lingerie-

SMACK!

Jimin’s head is jerked to the side, a stinging in his face.

You were getting bold, having too much fun with you being the one on top. “You didn’t have permission to touch me, right?”

A part of you expects Jimin to either 1, hit you back or 2, berate you like he always does. 

You didn’t expect Jimin’s head to slowly turn back towards you, eyes dark, and for him to say; 

“Sorry.” in such a low, voice. “Can I…touch you?”

Jimin’s voice is pleading that it shocks you for a moment and shoots straight to your core.

Slowly, you exhale. “What do you want to do?”

Jimin’s cheeks are flushed. He glances away and you can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek.

“I want to lick the champagne…off of you.” Jimin murmurs, cheeks a crimson color. “Please.”

Your lip twitches upwards. Slowly, you begin to repeat the action, this time placing your free hand behind Jimin’s head. He turns it back towards you as the champagne begins to slide down your breast, in his eyes slow motion.

Jimin’s mouth salivates and his eyes dart to yours, silently pleading. You nod your head and it doesn’t take Jimin much hesitation for his tongue to be right back on your skin. He licks the top of your breast, grunting at the taste before he dips his head lower. His hands work up your breast, tugging the lingering down so that they pool out of them. He doesn’t hesitate to engulf both of them into his hands and to suckle, the citrusy taste hitting his taste buds immediately.

You moan a bit at how starved Jimin appeared, suckling onto your breast as if his life depended on it. His hands squeezing the mounds as if they would disappear if he hadn’t. His eyes are closed, face stretched in utter bliss at being allowed to do this - to taste the champagne right from your breast. When the high (and alcohol) wears down, you were going to have to tease him about it.

Now, however, Jimin’s tongue continues to swirl onto your nipples with such needy greed, going from one to the other every few minutes. Your head is pushed back, moans releasing from your own parted lips, nearly forgetting just who was supposed to be in charge tonight. 

You couldn’t allow Jimin to regain control once more - not tonight when it was your night.

The hand that once kept Jimin against your chest entangles in his dark tresses and you yank him away from you. Jimin whines at the sudden action, but licks his lips when his eyes blinks open to look right at you.

“Too much?” Jimin quips. 

“You looked too happy.” you retort. “Can’t let you have too much fun.”

“Of course not. You’re a bitch.”

Jimin is taunting you, wanting to see what you’d do. Maybe pull his hair or slap him again. He never did that before - or expected to like it as much. Maybe doing this with someone you hate (maybe that was a strong word, he didn’t hate you truly) made it more fun.

“You talk too much.” you shove Jimin’s head away. You drop the bottle of champagne beside you before grabbing hold of the cloak Jimin was wearing and tugging it. It flies off of him, leaving him in his underwear. You quirk a brow. “And you call me a whore.”

A shiver runs through Jimin but he doesn’t allow it to dwell. He watches the way your face brightens.

“Lay down.”

Jimin does, eyes blinking towards the ceiling. He can hear the way your heels click against the floor. The bed has movement and it dips as you begin to climb it - climb onto him. Your gloved hands roam his chest and Jimin rolls his neck a bit.

“There’s only one way to shut a whore up.” you say, before dropping yourself onto Jimin’s face, clit right against his lips. He’s shocked, but would be lying if he didn’t find the action entirely hot.

Jimin understands just what he was meant to do in this situation, hot tongue flinging out to roam your wet clit. Your thighs cage him between your legs, right hand gripping his hair tightly. Instantly, his own hands hold onto your outer thighs, tongue plunging between your folds.

Jimin recalls the many times he’s watched you - live or during recorded videos you’ve uploaded - fuck yourself. How wet your pussy was. Even then, it caused his mouth to water at the thought of how good you might've tasted against his tongue. How he could have you quivering if he’d ever get the chance to. The last time he’s tasted you was months ago and he could never get enough; not even now.

Your stomach churns as Jimin’s tongue continues to devour you effortlessly. Your attempt to shut him up did exactly that with little push back. Your hips buckle a bit, wanting to feel more of Jimin’s willing tongue against your clit, eyes squeezed shut. Jimin was such an asshole - a cocky one at that. He knew how attractive he was. How intelligent and cunning he was. He understood every assignment, inside the classroom and out. It’s why you and he budded heads so often.

“S-stop.” you stutter, but Jimin doesn’t. He knows fully that you don’t want him to stop and neither does your pussy. His head, pushed firmly against the bed, rocks back and forth as his tongue lays flat against your clit. His eyes flicker open to look at your scrunched, familiar face to know you were about to cum all over his tongue. A taste he craved for.

You cum, must to your dismay, all over Jimin. You’re highly upset with yourself for allowing him to get you distracted enough that it happens. You choose to take said irritation out on him.

You push yourself away from Jimin, eyes dark. “You’re such a whore, Jimin. So greedy for my pussy that you’d do anything to have it.” 

You push yourself away from Jimin, the man licking his lips seductively. 

“You’re right.” Jimin says, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve missed your pussy.”

Your eyes widen a bit, not expecting him to admit it.

“I’ll never admit it in front of anyone.” Jimin murmurs, squinting his eyes to you. “I’ll continue to belittle you in front of everyone. I hate you.”

Your walls clench and you’re truly unsure how that makes you a bit horny.

“You hate me?” you say, amused. You lowered yourself so that you’re right in front of his clothed cock. You place a hand on it and it immediately jolts.

“No.” Jimin shakes his head, stomach churning at the sudden touch. “That’s also a lie. I hate the way you make me feel.”

Jimin must’ve been drunk or more than just the alcohol. 

“You’re the only person that successfully manages to come toe to toe with me in everything.” Jimin licks his lips once more, your taste still on him. 

You blink a few times. “Hm.” is all you say and without warning, you take out Jimin’s cock. It’s erect and pink - and oh so pretty. The tip is oozing with pre-cum that you just want to lick up. “Tell me more.”

Jimin swallows when he watches you take off your gloves and throw them aside. You wrap a hand around his cock.

“You,”

Jimin doesn’t get to say much because he watches you lay your tongue out to allow a trail of saliva to drop onto his tip. It trails down the shaft until it reaches your cuffed hand. You slide your enclosed palm up and down to lubricate his cock.

“-oh fuck.” Jimin groans.

“Speak or I’ll stop.” you warn, eyes hard. 

Jimin swallows again. “I-I,” he begins just as you begin to jack his cock. “...I don’t hate you, Y/N.” he repeats, but understands that he can’t have you stop now that you’re making him feel so good. “I…I hate myself for being so consumed by…fuck…by you.”

More words that shoot directly to your core. Jimin was oddly hot now, eyes squeezed shut while you forced a…confession out of him?

“Arguing with you is the only way I know how to express myself around you.” God, Jimin thinks. You weren’t making anything easy for him. 

Your tongue flickers against his tip and nearly laughs when Jimin flinches.

“Keep. Talking.” you grit, tongue twirling around his tip like you’ve done to the lollipop earlier.

“You know what the fuck you’re doing!” Jimin hisses, head lifting with hazy eyes as he catches suckle right onto the tip of his cock. “You’re…such a bitch, Y/N.” he groans, head slamming back against the bed. “And you drive me fucking crazy…you and those damn videos. I’ve watched you squirt more times than I can fucking count.”

“Good boy.”

Your mouth takes Jimin whole now, deciding maybe it was time to stop teasing him. He was being so good, after all. A completely sober and not so horny Jimin would’ve never admitted these things. 

Jimin whimpers, you calling him a ��good boy’ just makes this situation worse (better). Your mouth is so warm and wet, fully devoted to now cater to him; even if it is just for a moment. You take him entirely into your throat, then lift up so that only his tip is in your mouth. You repeat the action, each time sucking even harder. A hand wraps around his shaft so that you can jack him as you come up.

“Your mouth feels so good.” Jimin whines, hand itching to touch you but he doesn’t want you to stop. “You’re so good at this, fuck,” Jimin groans. “you’re so good at everything.”

It must’ve hurt him to say that, you think as you continue to suckle onto his cock. Satisfaction flows through you as Jimin continues to babble on, intoxicated on more than just the alcohol.

Your mouth pops Jimin’s cock out from your lips, saliva pooling out along with it. 

Jimin shudders, chest heaving at how you stopped so abruptly.

“Who knew you felt this way.” you tease, a hand wrapping around his wet, hard cock. “When you sober up, I’ll have so much material to tease you on.”

Jimin knows this just as much as you do.

“If I didn’t know better…you’d be admitting to liking me.”

Only teasing him, of course. You would never believe that Jimin would like you outside of sexual encounters you and he share. But you did enjoy teasing him about what he has admitted to you.

“Would that be bad?” wasn’t what you were expecting from Jimin. If anything, it wouldn’t even be on your list of responses from the man.

Would that be bad?

Would it?

Well - no. It wouldn’t be bad, but weird. You and Jimin went at one another's neck so much that most people that knew you expected it. They waited for you to pipe in whenever Jimin spoke and vice versa. The tension between you two in the beginning slowly turned to something sexual; mainly because of Jimin watching you.

You bite your lip, unsure how to respond. Jimin doesn’t expect you to truly. Your words were true, you would tease him on end when this was said and over with and he’d do what he does best - talk shit, deny and deflect. 

“I’m going to sit on your cock.” you say randomly. “I’m going to fuck it until I cum.”

Jimin gulps, nodding his head feverishly. “Okay.” he says, voice dropping a few tones. “I want you to use my cock as you like.”

Fuck, you think. Pussy drunk Jimin was something else - so submissive with little to say besides complying. You could get used to this.

You climb onto Jimin, kicking off the heels you just realized you were still wearing. You’re facing him, Jimin notices, when you hover above him. You sit onto his cock slowly, pussy clenching until he’s fully inside of you.

Jimin’s hands dig into the sheets, lungs filling with air.

Satisfaction runs through you witnessing Jimin being so fucked out. You know how he felt when you were his bitch and you had to admit that it felt amazing. 

You rise and fall on Jimin’s cock, legs widening to assure he had a perfect view of it all. Jimin finds it hard to watch you, his mind flickering to the countless times he’s watched you through his phone screen. The way you’d fuck yourself with your dildo, rising and falling just the same way. Your face morphing to a one of pleasure, wet pussy dripping with lustful arousal…

Jimin groans, a hand reaching out to touch your clit. He cannot believe just how wet you were, thumb rubbing along your clit. 

“Your pussy’s so…” Jimin shakes his head, exhaling. “...pretty and wet.”

“You sound like the simp you always call Jungkook.”

Jimin snickers, but he doesn’t deny it. Instead, since you allow it, he continues to twirl his thumb around your clit.

“I want you to cum all over me.” Jimin murmurs. It isn’t demanding in the slightest. It’s pleading. His eyes are begging. “I want you cum all over my cock like you do with your dildo.”

A whimper releases from your throat, eyes widening slightly. Your hips roll onto Jimin’s cock, wishing he would just shut up - but no, he didn’t.

“I don’t even have to cum.” Jimin groans, looking seconds from doing just that. The thought of being used by you as if he was your own personal fuck toy was highly exciting. He’s watched you for so long - the amount of times he came just by you squirting was too much to count.

“You’re so obsessed with me, Jim Jim.” you giggle, head falling back to let out a quick whine. “This pussy has you wasting thousands on heels.”

“It’s not wasting if you have it, Y/N.” Jimin’s hands roam up to grip your breast. His stomach churns with you squeezing around his cock.

“I know you want to cum.” you quip, this time slamming your hands onto his shoulders to push him back. You continue to rise and fall onto his cock sloppily. “Cum with me since I’m feeling nice.”

You also wanted to feel him cum inside of you; to watch the way his face would turn to one of pure ecstasy.

Jimin’s hands catch hold of your hips as you pound right on top of him. Your lips were centimeters from his and you contemplate kissing him, but decide against it. You didn’t want to appear like you were thinking about the plumpness of his lips; how full and tinted they were or-

Jimin presses his lips against yours as he cums, splashing your walls with warm cum and you’re cumming right along with him, hips quivering. The kiss is deep, neither of you breaking apart for a long, long moment.

Your forehead lies against his, panting when your lips finally detach from his. You fall beside him and groan.

Jimin breathes heavily. “You okay?”

You nod your head slightly. “Yeah. You?”

Jimin was asking himself the same thing. He was going to feel the full effects of it tomorrow.

“Yeah.” Jimin answers truthfully. “Do you…want to go back to the party?” he asks awkwardly. The music is faint from behind the door. “I don’t think we won best costume.”

“Why?” you turn to face him. It wasn’t like you were expecting to truthfully. “I thought our costumes were great!”

“Of course it was.” Jimin snickers. “It’s us.” he says, and then blinks - because he actually said “us” instead of “me”. He was including you along with him - and you notice just as he does, a smirk forming onto your lips. “Tae would never let me win a contest. Even if it was rightfully won.”

You hum out a response. That was fair. It wasn’t like he needed the reward.

“This Hallowtine’s party was actually fun.” you place a hand onto Jimin’s naked chest. Your fingers tap softly. “I should thank Taehyung for inviting me.”

Jimin remains silent. He doesn’t tell you that Taehyung invited you because Jimin couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t say that to his friend, but he didn’t have to. Taehyung could see it for himself. 

“Are you staying here tonight?” you question once the silence settles. “I can take a lyft-”

“Dressed like that?” Jimin scoffs with a raised eyebrow. He raises to a seated position. “That sounds absurd.”

“Ah, so you do care.” you tease, batting your eyelashes at him. “And here I thought you were just pussy talking.”

Jimin feels his cheeks flush, but he wasn’t going to go back and forth with you now.

“We can stay here.” Jimin says with a glance. “Or, I can take you home.”

“Hm…it depends. If I go home, will you come?” you were being bold enough to ask. “The night isn’t over, Jim Jim. You’re still technically my bitch.”

Ungodly Hour Masterlist

[ldolbybts]

A little help from my friend - Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairings - Female Reader x Taehyung, Female Reader x Jungkook Warnings - 18+, sex [in a bathroom hehe], oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, cum swallowing Word Count - 3.6K Description - Reader is inexperienced and is too nervous to let Jungkook see that, so she comes up with a (not so) great plan!

You and Jungkook had finally had sex and well… that was it. You weren’t exactly sure what you’d been expecting after it had happened.

It wasn’t like you’d expected him to profess his undying love for you and propose to you on the spot or anything, but things were just…the same. He had texted you a few times wanting to meet up again, but you’d been busy and it had been a week since you last saw each other.

He was trying - but not as hard as you would’ve liked and you wondered if the fact that you’d given him exactly what he’d wanted was he no longer interested.

But Jungkook was a decent guy you reminded yourself, he was attentive and caring and had been from your first encounter, plus this was all so new to you - the dating and the talking stage and situationships – so you had no idea what was normal and what wasn’t.

All this over thinking was exactly why you were sitting at a house party chugging cheap vodka like it was going out of style. Well, it wasn’t just anyone’s house, it was Namjoon’s to be exact which was exactly why Taehyung was in the corner chatting up some brunette with a beautiful face and perfect body. You had sat watching him with a scowl on your face – wasn’t he the one who had said he couldn’t stop thinking about just a few days ago? It wasn’t like you cared or anything - you definitely did not. What you two had done was strictly business for lack of a better word.

Still, you sat there, feeling bitter and unwanted.

Taehyung and Jungkook could have any girl they wanted.

You weren’t sure why you kept lumping the two of them together in the same thought but if Taehyung touched the brunette’s arm one more time you felt you might just snap.

Jungkook wasn’t even here, which was why you must’ve been paying so much attention to Taehyung – you were simply bored – yes that was it.

However, he was on his way, and you would soon stop focusing on the way the brunette laughed a little too hard at Taehyung’s joke and hit his arm playfully.

The alcohol burned its way down your throat as you finished your cup, you made your way to the kitchen to get a refill and saw Namjoon doing the same.

“Hey Joonie, this is great party!” You said hugging him.

Namjoon let out a low chuckle. “Someone is a little drunk huh?”

You pouted and shook your head “Sober as a judge my friend. Sober. As. A. Judge.”

Namjoon looked at you a little questioningly one eyebrow raised. “Whatever you say ______. Where's Tae?” He asked craning his neck into the living room.

You scowled “Why would I care?”

“I don’t know ______, maybe because you two are friends and usually hang out at parties.”

Maybe you were letting your emotions show a little too much at Namjoon’s harmless questions, but any attempt at hiding anything was about four vodkas ago.

“He can do what he wants.” You said as you decided to shot your drink.

“Did you two fight or something?” Namjoon asked, he was looking at you with slight concern in his eyes.

“Nope.” You answered, you were being short with him, but you were becoming increasingly more irritated at all the Taehyung talk.

“Hm. Sure. What about JK then? Where is he?”

You poured yourself another drink. “He’s on his way. Said he’d be here soon.”

Namjoon nodded and took a sip of his drink; he was in uncharted territory trying to navigate moody, drunk you.

“You two still seeing each other?”

That was it, your breaking point. It shouldn’t have been, but it was.

“Jesus Joonie! I don’t know!” You said storming out of the kitchen and making your way up to the bathroom.

You slammed the door and locked it needing a moment of silence. You put the toilet lid down and sat on it putting your head between your legs. You were going insane, it was the only logical explanation.

Nothing was this complicated when you were still a virgin, you should’ve kept it that way.

As you sat back up you took a moment to breathe, nothing had really changed, you were being dramatic. Taehyung was still your friend and Jungkook was still a guy you’d been on a couple of dates with. Except you’d fucked your friend, and it had been consuming you just as much as when you’d fucked Jungkook – maybe even more.

You heard a knock on the bathroom door and it made you jump.

“Someone’s in here.” You shouted through the door, wishing whoever was on the other side would leave.

“It’s me _______.” Taehyung’s voice cut through your thoughts.

God. Why?

“Let me in _____. Did you fight with Namjoon or something, what the fuck was that?”

You stood up and opened the door, dragging him inside by the wrist and shutting it tight, turning the lock.

“Why are you shouting that through the door Tae, people will hear you and think I’m some sort of drama queen.”

Taehyung let out a low scoff. “Well ______, if you saw the way you stormed up those stairs - you would see that you actually are being a drama queen.”

“Oh fuck you.” You hissed out at him.

Taehyung looked genuinely surprised. “Fuck me? Why am I catching strays? I thought Joon was the one you were mad at.”

You held your hands up. “Jesus Tae, I didn’t fight with Namjoon, okay?”

“Alright alright ______, are you okay though?” He asked, raising his hands in defence.

“Yes Taehyung, I’m fine okay, go fuck that brunette you were talking to and leave me alone.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at you. You watched him as he assessed your mood.

“Just like how you went and fucked Jungkook?”

Your eyes widened. Was he being serious right now?

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What ______?” Taehyung was willing you to pick a fight with him, he was standing close to you, his eyes narrowing.

“That’s not fair Tae, me and Jungkook have been seeing each other, what happened between me and you… it was an agreement between friends plus it was so I could finally pluck up the courage to sleep with Jungkook or did you just forget that part?”

Taehyung’s chest was heaving now at your words.

“And what about when you nearly came on my thigh the next day, was that part of the agreement too?”

You let out a large exhale you could feel yourself growing hot at his words.

You ran a hand through your hair, “That was – God I don’t even know what that was.”

“That was you being a little slut ______.” Taehyung moved closer to you, too close you couldn’t even think straight.

The pure filth coming out of his mouth sent a pulse of arousal straight to your core.

“You’re being fucking ridiculous right now, you know that?” You put your hands to his chest as a means to push him away from you, but of course it was like trying to move a wall. He immediately brought his hands up to your wrists, holding you in place.

He closed his eyes and inhaled. “All I keep thinking about… is how you tasted, the noises you made. That brunette was flirting with me and all I could think about was you ______.” He had reopened his eyes at this point and was looking straight at you, his desire radiating off him.

“I haven’t fucked anyone new in a week or even had that sort of thought cross my mind because all I can think about is you _____.”

You widened your eyes a little, he was really on a mission to drive you crazy, why was he saying all this to you?

Still, he continued.

“But you made it clear the other night when you went off and let Jungkook take you home. After you had just told me you wanted my dick, you went home and had another dick inside you, not thirty minutes later I’m sure, isn’t that right? Do you have any idea how crazy that made me?”

All you could do was stare. You didn’t know what to say. You could hear your own breathing - heavy, wanting.

You shook your head no to his question. You were sure he didn’t want an actual answer from you, but it was all you think to do.

“Stop looking at me like that ______ or I’m going to fuck you right in this bathroom.” He said, his hands closing tighter round your wrists.

Your resolve broke.

“Do it.” You said quietly but he had heard you.

Taehyung snapped then, his hands let your wrists go and he quickly spun you round and brought you close to him, your back pressed into his chest.

You couldn’t see him anymore but his hands quickly made his ways to your tits. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, moaning.

“Yes baby make those noises for me.” He whispered in your ear.

 His hands quickly make their way down your body pulling up your skirt.

You were soaked through your underwear which Taehyung quickly discovered as he dipped his expert fingers in immediately finding your clit.

You groaned. “Fuck.”

“You are so wet baby, so fucking ready for me.” He began kissing your neck, sucking and nipping on the flesh.

Your legs felt like they were about to buckle at the way he was expertly rubbing your clit.

He reached his other hand up your body, slowly pushing his hand under your top he found your nipple over the lace of your bra and began pinching and rolling.

It was almost too much, too much pleasure all at once, your approaching orgasm was coming faster than you could’ve ever anticipated.

“Are you going to come like this ______?”

All you could do was nod.

“Tell me what you want baby, I’ll give you anything you want. Anything.” Taehyung was whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he sped up his hands.

You let out a low whine, “I’m so close Tae. Please.”

“It’s okay baby, let go, come.”

His words set you over the edge, your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and if Taehyung hadn’t held you upright you would’ve been on the floor.

“That’s right baby. Just like that.”

When you finally came back to - you realised Taehyung had removed his hand from your underwear and was slowly turning you back around to face him.

“That was – ” Taehyung cut you off with his lips, kissing you like a man possessed. You immediately returned the kiss, bringing your hands up to run them through his impossibly soft hair.

Taehyung moaned into you, pressing his crotch into your stomach and you felt his hard on through his trousers. You immediately reached down to palm his length.

“Hmm, so much more confident this time baby.” He whispered against your lips.

“Although I have to say, I miss the you that needed step by step instructions as you looked at me with those big doe eyes, god you were so curious, so pure.”

You chuckled a little “I’m not some sort of sexpert all of a sudden Tae, I’ve had sex twice in my life.”

“Hm, and you what they say, don’t you? You never forget your first.”

You could’ve rolled your eyes if you weren’t so turned on. You had now taken to unbuttoning Taehyung’s slacks and reaching in, you could feel him in all his glory.

“I wanna taste you.” You said, looking down at him. He looked painfully hard and you wanted to give him some quick relief.

Taehyung stared at you for a moment.

“Get on your knees.” He commanded and you willingly obeyed.

He fisted his hand into your hair moving it out of the way as you quickly got to work.

“Tell me.” he said as you wrapped your lips around his tip. “Did you do this to Jungkook? Did you beg for his cock like this?”

You shook your head no slightly as you tried to take in as much as you could.

Taehyung let out a groan as you looked at him making eye contact.

“If only he knew what a little slut you are for me.”

Taehyung thrusted forward a little causing you to gag on him slightly, this was a new position for you and you weren’t quite used to the sensations.

“You can take it baby I know you can.” He said to you, voice so low you could barely hear him.

You moaned around him, he was going to be the death of you. 

As you worked him a little more you could tell he was becoming undone.

“Baby stop, I need to be inside you.” He said as he pulled himself from you.

You got back up and began kissing him again a fresh pulse of arousal soaking your underwear again.

“Turn round and bend over for me baby.” Taehyung said, his hands on your hips already beginning to turn you around.

You did as instructed, leaning your forearms on the sink counter and looking up in the mirror to see Taehyung line himself up behind you.

“Look at this beautiful ass. You’re so pretty baby.” You could feel him slipping your underwear down and spreading your cheeks.

You heard Taehyung let out a frustrated groan “Shit. We don’t have a condom.”

“It’s fine.” You said quickly. You knew it wasn’t the smartest idea but you didn’t really care in this moment.

“It’s fine Tae.” You repeated.

Taehyung thought he might go insane as you pressed up against him.

“So fucking needy.” He whispered under his breath.

You felt him line up again and slowly begin to sink into you.

The feeling was so much different this time. The feeling of him raw inside you, the position you were in.

You moaned, probably too loud and Taehyung joined you both wrapped up in such intense pleasure.

“Fuck,” Taehyung wasn’t even all the way in you yet. “Jesus christ – fuck you are so fucking tight. Give me a minute here.”

You whined and placed your forehead on the cool countertop. “Taehyung please.”

Taehyung pushed all the way into you and you’d forgotten how big he was as he stretched you open and you accommodated yourself to him.

“Fuck you are so big.” You groaned as he began slowly thrusting.

Taehyung’s hips stuttered slightly at your words.

“Yeah? I’m sure Jungkook didn’t give you nearly as much as you needed. You need a big cock to fill you up huh?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to give an answer, the feeling almost too much.

The way Taehyung was fucking you, you thought you might orgasm alone from just the penetration, but you needed to speed things up a little. You brought a hand down to rub your clit chasing your second orgasm as Taehyung began to speed up.

“Fuck, tell me your close baby I’m not going to last much longer you feel so good.”

You nodded a little as you continued to rub your clit, clenching around Taehyung.

“Fuck _______. You gonna come for me? Yeah? Come on this dick.”

Your orgasm came crashing down on you.

You heard Taehyung moaning at the feeling and he quickly pulled out of you.

You made a strategic move, turning quickly and getting down on your knees.

You saw Taehyungs shock as you sucked the tip of him into your mouth as he continued to stoke himself, coming undone at the sight of you he came in your mouth.

You swallowed him down, not particularly enjoying the taste you moaned around him anyway, swallowing

“Such a good girl.” Taehyung said as he watched you take every last drop.

You stood up, fixing your skirt and wiping your mouth.

Taehyung placed a hand on your jaw and pulled you in for a quick kiss.

He tucked himself away as you both tried to make yourself look presentable.

You weren’t exactly regretting what had just happened but you did feel a little shameful that you’d just let your friend fuck you in a bathroom of a house party - not a condom in sight.

“That was so fucking crazy good. You are something else ______, how had we not been doing this sooner.”

You gave him a softer kiss this time just a peck before, turning to the mirror and making sure you didn’t look like someone who just did… well…what you did.

“This can’t happen again Tae, do you hear me?” You said as you gave your lips once last wipe.

Taehyung let out a groan only this time it wasn’t of a sexual nature.

You laughed a little, maybe you really were driving him insane.

“You need to stop asking me to fuck you then. I mean that’s twice now – actually three times.” He corrected himself, smirking at you.

“With a 67 percent success rate.” He winked and put his hand on the doorknob twisting slowly you watched as he peeked his head out.

“We’re all good, get your ass downstairs and I’ll be down in a minute.”

You nodded going to walk out and, to your shock, he gave you a quick slap on the ass. You yelped and turned your head to glare at him before scurrying down the stairs.

As you headed back to the living room you scanned the room, your heartbeat racing a little hoping Jungkook hadn’t arrived yet.

God what were you doing? This wasn’t you, or was it? You were finding out a lot of things about yourself with your newfound sexual freedom.

You loved the way Taehyung made you feel, wanted, sexy, exhilarated. He had confidence in spades and made you feel the same with when you were with him. You thought about your friendship and wondered if he’d always been attracted to you. God just thinking about it made you wet again. What did he have such an effect on you?

“Hey _____.” You heard someone approaching behind you, calling your name.

It was him, of course it was him. Jungkook was smiling as he pulled you in for hug and you immediately threw your arms around his neck pulling him in.

“I couldn’t find you, I was worried you’d gone home.” He said as you buried your head into his shoulder.

“Nope, still here.” You said pulling away and smiling up at him.

You were putting on a brave face but the shame and guilt of what you had just done was now drowning you as you looked into his big brown eyes.

“Jungkook!” You heard someone shout his name from across the room and turned to see a group of his friends.

He glanced at you for a second.

“Go mingle! I’ll be fine!” You encouraged him, handing him the drink in your hand.

“I’ve had a head start on you, drink this.”

He smiled at you before nodding and walking over to his friends.

You let out a heavy sigh, you weren’t sure what you and Jungkook were, but you were sure that the feeling in the pit of your stomach wasn’t anything good.

“Hey.” Someone approached you from behind and you almost jumped out of your skin. You turned to face Taehyung once again.

“Oh my god, go somewhere else Tae.” You said, you didn’t know how to handle this.

“_______ we’re friends. It’s normal for us to talk together at a party.”

You took a deep breath, he was right, it wasn’t in any way strange for Taehyung to approach you, everyone knew you had been friends for years.

“I know I know – it’s just, he’s here now Tae, and I guess I feel guilty right now considering what just happened.”

You saw him raise an eyebrow “You guys aren’t exclusive or anything right?”

You shook your head “Not yet. I don’t think so.”

You weren’t sure what exactly his expression meant when you said those words but it didn’t look like he was happy for you that was for sure.

“So… it’s not like we did anything too bad, he could be fucking other girls for all you know, you get that right?”

No, that thought hadn’t actually crossed your mind, was he? You took a moment to assess how you felt about that. You couldn’t be mad at him that would make you the biggest hypocrite in the world, you didn’t love the idea either, but it didn’t exactly fill you with rage or anything.

“You’re right, we haven’t had that talk.” Was all you could think to say.

“…So until you and him decide to become exclusive or not… we’re not really breaking any rules.” He said, sending a wink your way.

You rolled your eyes in response but the way you felt your stomach clench was dangerous, why the fuck was your body betraying you like this?

“Enjoy the rest of your night Tae.” You said before making your way back over to Jungkook.

You spent most of the night with him, partying and drinking.

You lock eyes with Taehyung a few times throughout the night but quickly look away when the pull to him feels more intense than you’re able to handle.

You even end up going home earlier than Jungkook, telling him that you are tired but he should stay. He clings to you but eventually nods and lets you go.

When you finally get home you throw yourself down onto your bed an incredibly deep and dramatic groan leaving you. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into.

Your phone buzzed indicating a text and you pulled out your phone.

Tae: Come over to my place tomorrow

You replied a quick ‘no’, before throwing your phone out of arms reach, you were pretty sure you could let him talk you into anything at this point, so ignoring him was your best option. You soon after that fell asleep, your dreams plagued with a certain face.

[rjshope]

Happy birthday, @kimtaegis✨

[cr.0613data, doolsetbangtan]

[inventedfangirling]

My friends i watched love for love's sake and I swear i don't have a fckin clue where even to start.

I know a lot has been said about the show already and i know a LOT more would be said about in the future, but i just can't help adding my own two cents to one of the most thought-provoking, moving and brilliantly executed pieces of art i have ever seen.

I'm not gonna go on about just how much I loved Tae Myungha's character and how he is one of the most interesting people I've seen on screen in a long time. I'm not gonna talk about how unbelievably squishable Yeowoon is and how his duality totally ruined me that I need him to get into my pocket and NEVER leave. And oh I need him to put Myungha in his pocket while at it. I'm also not gonna talk about precious 'of course i'm gay, i've always liked girls, you don't know how to be loved' Sangwon is to me, cos if i start I can promise you I will most certainly never stop.

So for the sake of the rest of this post, I'm moving on. (NOT REALLY THO)

I just LOVE LOVE LOVE all the interpretations that people are coming up with, LOVE LOVE LOVE the show for filling in the gaps but LOVE it more for still leaving room for pretty thought-flowers to bloom around.

You know those artworks or puzzles that have something obvious hidden in a maze of confusion and haze until somebody points out the pattern, you zoom out and realize wow it was this clear all along?? That's a LOT of what watching the show felt like to me. The pattern being how inexplicably inter-connected Myungha and Yeowoon are. Not because they are each other's blorbos, but because why they are eo's blorbos. Why they don't care for each other from a sense of sympathy, but from empathy, despite not knowing the depth of their connections explicitly.

Eventhough we do see glimpses of it from the start, it only gets more clear later how Myungha and Yeowoon really are mirror versions of eo. How the first time Myungha sees Yeowoon he's stopping him from killing himself, and then we later find out that Myungha ends up killing himself. How both of it was triggered by a series of disappointments in life, starting with a troubling family and ending with a grandmother who passes away. Of how both of them seem to really have no one else to call their own in the world. Of leading very lonely depressing lives, that seem to never have a glimpse of hope. How both of them seem closed off, but inside they really are so fragile it hurts to perceive the depth of their feelings. It all comes and hits you once you've taken the whole show in and have gotten a few 1000 seconds to think about it.

We start off with myungha's character wanting to make his blorbo's character happy, and he's in it cos he cares about him, he doesn't have to think about himself. A 'pathetic' character experiencing a lot of pain, what's not to love, Myungha thinks, not realizing that it's his own mirror self that he is feeling so much for. Myungha sees Yeowoon's problems as someone from outside and is therefore able to objectively look at it, and approach it proactively, taking so many steps to help him, my favourite (and arguably most important) of which is the effort he puts in to help form yeowoon a friend circle. Something that he couldn't do for himself cos he never even considered a possibility of that. Why would anybody want to be around him? He ruins everything right?

And then to go on despite believing that, to falling in love, to deciding to choose to save both his grandma and yeowoon, finally FINALLY taking control into his hands even if for a bit to say what he wants, to spending the last few days together, to breaking up cos he just thinks the worst of himself, cos he doesn't know better. And then to the eternal darkness, where moments before leaving, just like in his real life, he realizes he wants in, he wants to live, he wants to love, but more importantly this time, he wants to try being loved. Even if it's difficult, he wants to try.

I love how eventhough the show is heavily Myungha focused, we get meaningful dynamics with multiple characters. Round eyed gasp inducing moments dont just belong to the two mains but also to sangwon whose line to myungha post the stalker incident just ruined me and really set the tone for whatever the show was later revealed to be all about.

I love how complicated the narrative got while still telling a more or less coherent story, how in hindsight, a lot of it makes even more sense now. How as Myungha gets closer to yeowoon his self-hating tendencies manifest in the form of debuffs and errors, because of his own brain's inability to perceive himself as somebody deserving love. His childhood trauma and the numerous rejections life has given him, because of the kind of person he turned out to be because of those rejections, all appear to stand in his way of happiness, as if he can't help being a bundle of sadness and a harbinger of problems. Even as he says he doesn't believe in destiny or fate. Or as we initially are made to believe in the game as, yeowoon's happiness, when in reality this was never about yeowoon at all. Yeowoon never existed in the first place and in "real" life, he never does.

I was blown away by how Myungha is in fact no longer in the mortal world but that fact doesn't hurt as much as that he would have to leave a world where he could finally feel happiness, feel loved, feel cared for, even if he consciously tried avoiding them. They still came to him, they still cared for him, they still fiercely wanted to protect him, (Cos he is just a tiny meow meow, who has been hurt a lot in his life, who wouldn't wanna caress and nurse him back to health HUH) just as much as he wanted to protect them.

And coming to the question of what's the game, where is it happening and who orchestrated it? It's definitely set in the afterlife or the limbo between life and the life after. It could be the author friend doing it, or the author friend has given myungha's brain the power to control the game OR of course the possibility that this has all been happening in myungha's head the whole time.

Whatever it is, the whole point has been to take Myungha from a person not wanting to live his life, feeling so devoid of love and happiness, to a journey of love and friendship, of the importance of fostering connections, of making efforts, of helping others, but equally of letting others help you, of putting your hand out and asking for that help. And in my head I love it most when I think of it as entirely Myungha orchestrated. Of it being a desperate cry of pain to himself, from himself, to save himself. Yeowoon and the game and the missions and all of it was for him to see himself in ways he never allowed himself to be seen as, to take care of himself in ways he never has, to love himself like he has never known to. To finally run towards himself, even if pathetic and sad, the Cha Yeowoon of the game, the person waiting at the end of the finishing line was the Tae Myungha in him all along.

You know that tumblr quote 'do it for her' but its about your future self, right? Myungha rooting for Yeowoon is sort of like that? When he's protecing him, he's protecting himself? When he's cheering for him, he's actually cheering and rooting for himself? When he's loving him, he makes space and place to love himself?

I just love the idea of a (self) love story.

Eitherway Yeowoon x Myungha supremacy.

Extreme(ly accurate?) Interpretations apart, Love for Love's Sake is truly one of the, if not THE finest (self) love story I might have ever seen.

As a person who avoids fics/books with mcd or shows with tragic endings, it felt absolutely revolutionary to me that my biggest joy and relief came from the fact that the main character is dead (the thought of myungha having to leave the game was too much to handle) and he gets to live in this game where he has a cute boyfriend, a supportive, caring friend group and his grandma back. it wasn't the game that was temporary or non-existent, it was actually his life outside. And that's not bad? Cos this is a story and Myungha isn't real, but as real as he is, he got his happy ending.

The show taught us to love, to see love, to be loved and to share that love. It told us that maybe the afterlife is a videogame simulation where we all get to live in friendship and love forever, with our blorbo and our friends. There are a lot worse lives to live. And I'm glad he found it in himself, enough love, courage and hope to write himself a better one :')

[slytherinshua]

txt writers are literally so bad at using tags properly pls just tag the fic for the member its written for not every member omg it’s so annoying trying to find smth for tae or kai and only seeing choi line I get that they’re more popular but it only makes it harder to find stuff for tyunning like I’m already in a drought every tyunning bias barely gets fics and if ppl do write for them it’s always like ot5 headcanons not to mention trying to navigate the miles of smut to find actual fluff is an impossible task oh my god I’m so sick of it all pls just give me tae fics in peace

[dropthedemiurge]

What’s Your QL Personality?

I wasn't tagged but I just wanted to think about it and do it :P

Rule: Post 5 different characters from BL/GL/QL that reflect you best but… don’t explain what aspects or at what point in their narrative arc you relate to them so your followers can just judge you in the comments.

Tae Myungha from Love Supremacy Zone

(debated so much between him and Arthit from Sotus S but decided to separate aspects)

Kawi from Be My Favorite

Yok from Not Me

Pat from Bad Buddy

Rain from Love in The Air

I would love to see all my Tumblr friends do it too if you haven't, so if you see this - do it too!

[bossladytae]

Looking for Gintama gen fic?

Writers are often their own PR team, and the same goes for fanfic writers. I like writing gen fic, and so I thought I’d share a selection of Gintama gen fic written by yours truly. Click on each description for a link to the fic. Hope you find something you like!

Mitsuba cuts her own hair and resolves to begin anew.

Itou reflects on the dawn while journeying to Edo.

Hijikata grows obsessed with hunting down a criminal, who may or may not exist, and soon spirals deeper into darkness while haunted by his past.

Takasugi contemplates vengeance and other dark thoughts with a longtime companion.

Tsukuyo and Tae exchange information, assist one another in battle, and enjoy tea and cake and each other’s company.

In the forest, long before the group of young men are ever known as the Shinsengumi, Shimaru teaches a pouting Sougo how to skip a rock on the water.

In a timeline where almost everyone has perished in a great calamity, Kamui journeys through the world alone, trying to ignore the void within his soul while hunting down the enemies who killed his sister and father.

Moments in the life of Sasaki Tetsunosuke, as he finds his place in the Shinsengumi and at the side of Hijikata Toushirou.

Hijikata is unsettled by what he perceives to be a false peace. Tae is exhausted from picking up the pieces again and again. One night, they share in a drink and contemplate war and the future. (Mostly gen, as I explore both of their characters within the Two-Year Timeskip.)

The Shinsengumi navigate the effects of rapid aging during the Ryugujo arc.

Oryou contemplates death and life and her friendship with Otae at the end of the world.

Last, but certainly not least, Katsura stars in a series of misadventures: - publishing books and dealing with “mixed reviews" - orchestrating an elaborate plan to capture Matsudaira and Kondou (this story is told from the perspectives of 20 main Gintama characters) - getting stuck in a broom closet with Sacchan and Madao - tracking down a lost video game cartridge

[filly-milly]

Get this!! Luca/Reader x turning red (4town)

The reader is a stylist for 4 town, just got hired. And instead of their skin turning blue when they touch water, they fully turned like it’s H2O: just add water you feel me?!? And the entire time it’s just them trying to hide their secret from the boys and their team.

[vykio]

A Moment of Relaxation

Happy belated birthday @lesbian-kaz ily <3

Special thanks to Mina for reading this for me ily :finger_heart:

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Andrew is sneaking Neil into his house. Well, sneaking is an exaggeration. Neil just asked if he could stay the night and Andrew said sure, but they’d have to use the side door so they wouldn’t have to cross the living room to the stairs. It’s now that Andrew thinks Neil understood that as Andrew sneaking them into the house. Their feet are crunching on leaves and branches lining the side of the house and Neil thinks Andrew is not being quiet or careful enough where he steps.

“It’s Nicky,” Andrew says flatly, though at a volume apparently unacceptable to Neil because he gets shushed. Andrew stops and wheels on Neil to show him his unimpressed face, which he hopes shines through in the dark shadow of the house. Neil returns one of his own, much clearer to receive with half his face in the light of the porch lamp. Andrew says, “He won’t care.” They have, in fact, snuck into the house like this when Nicky was still up, and all he did was greet them sleepily and bid them good night.

“I have trauma.” Andrew rolls his eyes not because it’s untrue—Neil’s parents are freaks about curfews when they’re in town, and can be rather heavy-handed about it at times—but because it’s a dramatic response. It’s just Nicky.

“It’s Nicky.” Andrew grabs Neil’s hand to noisily drag him to the back door. Neil doesn’t resist at all so Andrew wonders why he’s kicking up a fuss. “He won’t care and he probably won’t wake up.”

“Aaron?” Neil asks, and suddenly he is very close; pressed to Andrew’s back with their clasped hands between them. Andrew’s other hand fumbles with his keys as he pulls them out of his pocket. He nearly drops them, too focused on the lack of space between him and Neil, the heat of him, his breath at his ear, to keep them steady. He pulls himself together though and untangles their hands to hold on to the doorknob. 

“Who cares?” he remembers to say—whispers it for Neil’s sake—then unlocks the door and pushes it wide so he can push Neil in ahead of him. The heat on his back doesn’t disperse immediately. It clings to him and climbs up to his cheeks, followed by the very violent urge to kiss Neil. 

Andrew closes the door behind him with probably more force than is necessary, which earns him a panicked and displeased look from Neil. His mouth moves and Andrew’s finger comes up in warning. Do not shush me again. Neil’s lip curls back but he doesn’t. Instead, he quietly toes off his shoes and picks them up to carry them to Andrew’s room.

Andrew closes his bedroom door more softly then turns the lock. Being in here seems to relieve Neil—the tension in his shoulders leaves, the earlier stress lining his mouth and brows smoothed out. Andrew stops any further thoughts of Neil’s mouth and focuses on the way Neil seems find complete relaxation in Andrew’s room, which is arguably a worse thought. Neil throws his shoes next to Andrew’s desk. They land noisily and Andrew bristles for a second, for having endured Neil’s paranoia on the way in.

“The walls aren’t soundproof, idiot.” Andrew slips two fingers in the back of Neil’s collar and tugs him backwards towards the dresser. He releases him and opens the top drawer, then instructs Neil to, “Change.”

Andrew grabs his pajamas and slips out to the bathroom to change. When he returns, Neil has changed into his borrowed pajamas. He’s also set up his bed so it looks less like a wasteland of blankets and pillows and more like an acceptable arrangement for watching movies on a laptop screen, and has settled himself comfortably in the middle of the bed. Andrew’s computer sits closed at the end of his bed and Neil has his knees tucked up against him so he doesn’t accidentally knock it off the bed. He smiles sleepily at Andrew, and Andrew scoffs.

“You’re gonna fall asleep.”

“No, I’m not,” Neil whines, lazily patting the mattress.

Andrew goes to the edge of the bed and ushers Neil towards the wall, then has him roll back so Andrew can climb over him and be closest to the wall. Andrew’s still propped up when he’s looking at Neil, eyes wide, now seemingly more awake, and for a long moment they stare at each other. 

For a long moment, Andrew wants, and he allows himself to think he can see it reflected in Neil.

Andrew looks away first, reaching for his laptop before he properly settles in. He turns on Into the Spider-verse and puts the laptop between them. Neil sits up to lean back against the headboard. 

Andrew thinks it is incredible that Neil has managed to fall asleep just as Miles is about to discover what he can do when he puts his mind to it. Predictable, but incredible. Incredible still is the way they’ve slumped together over the course of the movie. Neil is now curled into Andrew’s side, tucked underneath Andrew’s arm. Andrew will make fun of him later for letting him use him as an armrest. 

He closes the lid of his laptop with his foot and takes a deep, steadying breath. He should move it back to his desk and bully Neil into a proper sleeping position. Or he can stay like this a little while longer, until they inevitably push each other away to steal different blankets.

In the morning, they’re still stuck together, and Andrew tries not to think too deeply about the confused, then entirely too-happy look Neil directs at him.

[link-posting]

Survival Instincts/Time Heals All Wounds (Part 1)

Another day, another Hyrule. They’re in another forest- why is it always a forest?- so most of the Chain hangs back to let Wild take the lead. He’s got a surprising knack for navigating Hyrulian forests, no matter which Hyrule they end up in. He’s chipper today, in one of his more manic moods. He’s having too much fun chatting and joking with the rest of the Chain to notice he’s moving on muscle memory. He might not recognize where they are, but his body does. His subconscious does.

Twilight walks beside him, making some quip or joke as they approach the tree line. The rest of the Chain laughs, but for Wild, time slows down. The Chain doesn’t notice the red dot that’s appeared on Twilight’s chest. Or the red laser it’s coming from.

“Get down!” Wild yelled suddenly, tackling Twilight out of the way just as the Guardian roaming Hyrule Field fired. The ground exploded where Twi had just been standing, so close Wild’s pants and the back of his leg had been seared by the blast.

“Stay in the trees! Let me handle this,” Wild said, quickly jumping to his feet.

Every fiber of his being was telling him to run, to flee with the Chain through the forest. The Guardian can’t follow them through the trees. But that would leave it there to wander the field, risking the life of anyone who wandered into this area. Wild’s sword was unsheathed before anyone could protest.

They were all frozen with shock, Twi barely able to pull his eyes from the obliterated ground he once stood on to look at the large, imposing Guardian- already charging up another attack. Wild charged out of the trees, bobbing and weaving to make it a bit more challenging for the Guardian to lock on. No one else in the Chain had seen a Guardian so close before. Twi had seen them from a distance, but Wild had never dared get close enough to risk harm to his companion.

The Chain watched in horror as another blast was fired off- with Wild ducking and rolling behind a rock just in time. Adrenaline was surging through him as he jumped up onto the rock and launched off. Time seemed to slow as Wild drew back his bow in mid-air, firing off three arrows in quick succession, each arrow ringing out as they pierced the “eye” of the Guardian. It barely seemed to faze the Guardian.

Wild hit the ground running, sword drawn the instant he hit the ground. He had to close the distance fast- he could see the eye flashing faster and faster as he ran. This time, Wild just barely dodged out of the way, though he was still sent flying off his feet from the force of the blast hitting the ground. He hit the ground hard, and without thinking Time was up on his feet, running just outside the tree line. The Guardian seemed to sense his presence and quickly spun away from the young Hero lying on the ground.

Time had no plan beyond getting the Guardian’s attention off Wild. He didn’t know how to fight it, how to time when to dodge out of the way. He didn’t know what they’re capable of when blast meets flesh. He knew Wild’s scars well, but nothing could have prepared him for the searing pain that flashed through his body- like magma being poured directly onto his flesh. His vision flashed red as the pain of his flesh being torn from his body overloaded him.

Wild lifted his head from the ground just in time to watch his fellow Hero crumple.

He let out an animalistic noise as he lurched up from the ground. Without a moment of hesitation Wild leaped up, using the Guardian’s own leg to jump up, grabbing onto the Guardian with one arm as he plunged his sword straight through the Guardian’s eye. Immediately the Guardian started to Malfunction before crumpling to the ground. Wild dropped a bomb next to the Guardian- just to be safe- and ran for Time. The others had already reached him, though they had no idea what to do. His skin was black, his burnt clothes still smoking.

“I know where we need to take him. It’s not far from here,” Wild said urgently.

The stunned Chain gathered their wits at his words. Twi was first to recover, lifting up Time as carefully and quickly as he could. He was heavy, but Twi had wrangled enough goats in his life to be capable of carrying his ancestor. The rest of the Chain hurried after them, everyone moving as fast as they could after Wild. He had to make sure to pace with Twilight, wishing he could just teleport with him to the Shrine of Resurrection.

Wild never wanted to return to this place. He had to fight the flood of trauma memories threatening to overtake him as they rushed across the Great Plateau. The group had to work together to get Time back through the cave to the Shrine itself, and Wild himself helped Twilight lower him into the healing waters.

All they could do now is wait.

Part 2

[explicit-tae]

Metamorphosis

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

@juju-227592 @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @darkuni63 @castlewolfsbane @babycandy111 @chimmy-licious @whipwhoops @chimmisbae

Word Count: 8.669

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

Alternate Universe | Halloween Masterlist | PART 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What?

What the fuck?

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

Breathe.

Breathe.

Why is it becoming harder to breathe?

Your throat tightens.

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

“You,”

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

“are such a beautiful little human.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The man chuckles. “A prayer?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not yours.” you wheeze out.

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

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

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

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

Deal?

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

“I won’t submit to you, demon.”

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

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

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

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

“P-Please stop!”

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

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

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

“N-No!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut. 

Why?

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

“J-Jungkook…please!”

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

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

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

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

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

“N-No…”

Jungkook hums. “No?”

You nod your head. 

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

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

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

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

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

This was wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“J-Jungkook, I-I can’t take it!”

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

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

Whatever soul Jungkook had deep within Hell that was.

You fall limp against his legs, legs quivering.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A demon.

You were going to Hell surely.

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

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

Your father?

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

“He got what he wanted and in return…”

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

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

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

You were in your room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pray.

You had to pray. 

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

“No…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why you?

Why were you being cursed by Jungkook?

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

“Beautiful human.”

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

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

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

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

“I have not put you under any spell.”

Can he read your mind?

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

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

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

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

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

No.

No.

No!

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

No.

You weren’t going to.

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

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

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

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

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

“No…?”

“Is that a question, beautiful?”

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

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

“You’ll leave?”

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

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

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

Tell him to go.

Tell him to leave you alone and to never return.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…what’s your name?”

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

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

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

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

You shake your head. 

“I have to go.” you exhale. “I-”

“I am…so sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pregnant.

Pregnant?

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

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

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

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

You’re starting to feel ill again. 

“Y-Yea.” you whisper. 

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

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

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

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

You pull your eyes away from the screen.

You shake your head. 

“I can’t have this baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N.”

You come face to face with Jungkook.

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

You shake your head. 

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

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

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

“This isn’t a child.”

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

You feel your throat tighten.

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

He?

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

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

This time was not right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-Is that…”

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

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

“Can I…hold him?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘You have my word, my beautiful wife.’

PART 2 | Divine Intervention (Taehyung Version)

[tae156]

Beached

Definition: To be stranded or hauled up on a beach, “a beached whale”

Taehyung groaned, whether it was from pleasure or pain was yet to be discovered. But what he did know, was that he had pushed himself to the absolute limit. A guttural burp, and rumbling fart, simultaneously erupted from his methane filled chambers, as he flopped back against his poor sofa, already straining under his weight - there was only so much more it could take of the 400 pound blubbery land mass. 

Taehyung inched millimetres forward, in an attempt to soothe his aching gut, but to no avail. The vast, tanned expense, stretched out for what seemed like miles in front of him. A barren, hairless desert, littered with violent and angry stretch marks from an uncontrolled gain. Taehyung’s belly sat in front of him, swollen like he had just eaten the moon, blocking his entire view of the TV - not that he could pay any attention in his gluttonous stupeur. Taehyung had inhaled enough food for a herd of elephants, the usually soft, and pillow like flab, completely taught and threatening to burst. The only part saved from this self-induced pain was Taehyung’s underbelly, which at his size was permanently soft and malleable to the touch. The only problem was the he could no longer reach the favourite part of his belly, he could no longer grope and grab at his marshmallow blubber for hours on end like he used too. Hell, what’s worse was that Taehyung could no longer reach his one sizeable dick, now reduced to nothing, encompassed completely in hot and sweaty fat. 

However, just because he was beached like a whale, did not mean that Taehyung was completely spent. Over the years of hedonistic self indulgence, he had learnt to adapt to his ever growing size. Slowly, like time had slowed to half speed, Taehyung began to rut into himself. Too stuffed to bring his monstrously large bum completely off the sunken couch, Taehyung began to rock back and forth - the sweat helping to lubricate his skin that would normally be stuck to the leather. His thighs, welded together from the sprawling cellulite, wobbled profusely from the minute movement, rubbing against Taehyungs member. Within seconds, Taehyung could feel himself getting excited, blood rapidly moving south, as his breath began to accelerate - out of pleasure, but also exhaustion. 

“Eurgh, huff, argh”. A symphony of huffing and panting resounded throughout Taehyungs apartment, littered with crumbs and wrappers, accompanied by a cacophony of slapping and squelching sounds, from the sea of flab: lower and underbelly sloshing against each other, love handles rolling against the sweat dripped sofa, and boobs sloshing against his triple chins. With one final exhausted moan, Taehyung felt himself cum against his wet and hot fupa, a river of white running through the valley of his fat. Taehyung would figure out how to clean himself later, for now, he lay flopped against the sofa, red in the face, panting, with one final rumbling fart, gas released from movement of his land mass, before he fell into an exhausted slumber. 

[sichore]

this is so so needlessly petty and dumb considering I don't self-insert and understand that x reader/2nd person is inherently indulgent for the writer. but. everytime i read shit like 'your cheeks tinged pink' or 'cards hand through hair' (admittedly I don't see that one much) I get more determined to add shit to my own work like 'pulled brush through curls you struggle not to curse for being nappy' or 'your face grew hot because blushing is more an expression than action' or 'after your shower you put on lotion'

y'know

✨️for that personal touch✨️

[ni-kol-koru]